Kisshu's view

I like it here..very much..

Oh yeah. She listens to weird music, though.

"I wanna have your babies
I'm serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisies"

Mary sung along to that song. She's alone in her room, or so she thinks. I just love seeing what she does when I'm not around.

"You do?" I say, sneaking up on her after she has her sing along.

"Aargh! You're being nosy again, Kish." She replies, going quite red.

"Well I like listening to you sing. You have one nice voice, but it could be better if you let me tutor you.." I love flirting.. She seems to go redder and redder as I say it.

"No thank you! I..I have homework to do." She says, fiddling around with some paper. It's supposed to be homework, yet its one of her notebooks. I can see some pictures. Pictures of me? Looks like it! Oh, nice try, Mary.

"That's homework?" I say, eyeing her notebook.

As she turns away in shame I take my chance to take it and see.

"Hey!" she turns back round and notices I've taken it though.

"Too Late! What's your so called homework then?" I say, teasing her.

Just as I suspected, it's a drawing of me! I'm lying back and my stomach is showing, as well as my v. Its very interesting. There's text too.

I'm about to read it but Mary snatched it away.

"Oh Come on, that's not fair!" I protest.

Its fun playing with her. She laughs joyfully. I try and try but she's always tricking me.

I want to know what that says!

Mary's view.

Oh god!

He saw my picture. Not just any picture. The v one!

That's the worst thing he could possibly find!

Okay, I said I was maybe falling in love with him. That was so silly of me! Of course I'm not..

I'm fibbing. I admit it. I think I love him.

Well who couldn't? He's the most wonderful gorgeous cheeky lovely person I've ever met. I've never had a crush as big as this.

And believe me, I've had my share of school girl crushes. Not any more though. They only break my heart..but Kishu..well, he's different.

There isn't a single thing I don't like about him. They say no one's perfect, thing is, to me he's perfect all over. Inside and out. I have to stop myself from hugging him every time I see him. It gets hard, trust me it does. And I get so much butterflies I think there's a whole swarm of them in there.

"So, Kish, you know the other day where you said you watched me changing…" I ask.

"Yes?" He replies.

"Well, did you mean you watched me changing as in, in personality?"

"Nope."

"What did you mean?"

"Clothes."

OH MY GOD! He watched me change clothes?! This is…embarrassing. He likes me though.

Kishu…if only you knew!