Haha.

"That was beyond cheesy." Akimi took a glance at the phone again. Her cell phone had returned to it's original screen. "Well, it seems this guy read up on Shoujo manga. Confession to the girl by the guy. A classic." Akimi chuckled, holding her hand in front of her lips to conceal her laugh. "However, the timing is really off. Confessions are supposed to be at the middle."

Akimi pondered a bit more. "Well, it's not so much a confession". It's not face to face. Although a phone call is certainly better than a text, face to face is traditional manga way. This wouldn't count as a confession. Not in her book. "This guy is pretty good at what he's doing," Akimi tilted her head, still in thought.

This guy was certainly different from all her previous wooers. He's not shy at all like the guys that stutter their confession to her. If Akimi was going to categorize this guy, he'd be what every girl wants in a guy. The mysterious, romantic, and confident type. This guy is definitely mysterious since he didn't approach her directly. His voice and teasing exudes confidence. Romantic, maybe. It's only a phone call to tease her.

"Mmm," Akimi let out as she reflected on the day's event.

Although the whole ordeal has been laughable so far, it is a bit unsettling. This guy, whoever he is, knows that she doesn't like to be called by her last name. He found out her phone number. He's probably following her at school and she wouldn't even notice. Akimi didn't like the thought. "Well, I suppose it's not too bad actually." Akimi's thoughts turned over. "Every girl likes to think that she's attractive if a guy comes 'courting' her. Also this guy wasn't the desperate obsessive stalker type. Well, he doesn't sound like one of those with their excessive "I love you 's and marry me's"'.

"Well, enough of these scattering thoughts, time to do something productive."

*Yawn*

or not.

Akimi stretched her arms. She glanced at the time on her computer screen. It was only 8:00 PM. The sun had gone down only an hour or two ago. Yet, despite the time and light of the darkening sky, she was tired. All the speculation about this mysterious guy had worn her out.

Akimi shut down the computer and went to brush her teeth.

As Akimi slipped into her silk pjs, her phone buzzed. Someone sent her a text message.

"Hmm?" Akimi picked up the phone, turned off the lights and slipped under her bed covers.

*blip*

-Good Night Sweet Dreams Chibi-tan -

She looked at the message for awhile. The bright screen lit up her face momentarily followed by surrounding darkness.

The romantic type too. Definitely.

Paragon of every girl's dream guy.