Mikan woke up with the sun's rays shining through her window, illuminating her room with light. She rolled to her bedside table and looked at her alarm clock.

10:00 — the clock blinked. . . .

'Shit,' Mikan thought, scrambling off the bed. She ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Emerging from the bathroom with her locks still wet, she hurriedly dressed up. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Mikan, slow down," Yuka said, her gaze following her daughter. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I was supposed to be at Youichi's house before 11 and," Mikan's voice trailed off. The looked at th clock that hang on the wall above the fridge. "And it's quarter to 11. Hotaru's so gonna kill me." She grabbed a toast off the table and kissed her mom goodbye.

Picking the keys off the hook, Mikan said, "Tell dad, I'm going out and Tsubasa if he asks. And mom, I'm borrowing the car." She ran to the car, with the toast hanging out of her mouth. She turned on the car and drove out of the house.

Mikan drove for about 20 minutes before she arrived at the destined. She parked the car and got out. She walked around the meeting place. After a while, she arrived at the bay and saw a guy with grayish hair. He was looking at the body of water.

Without wasting any more time, Mikan ran towards him and hugged him from behind. The guy froze and reluctantly turned around.

Mikan let him go and noticed relief flooding his face when he saw her. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Expecting someone horrible? Youichi." She laughed and pinched his cheeks.

Youichi frowned and rubbed his tender cheeks. "Yes actually. I thought you'd be someone horrible since it was Imai who said to meet here. I was expecting Sumire to appear. A sense of relief washed over me, seeing that it's you." He scratched his head and said, "Welcome back, 'cuz."

Mikan laughed, "Thanks, 'cuz." She walked to the car with Youichi following behind. "She's still following you?" She asked and he nod grimly in reply. "Well, adding all the years that she has been following you, it's almost about six years." He nods again. She laughed and muttered, "Wow, she is persistent, you know."

"She is." Youchi answered with his head hanging low. Mikan smiled. "Don't worry. She'll get over you in time. Just tell her that you don't see her in that way." He looked up hopefully and asked, "You think so?" Mikan laughed and said, "Of course." She pinched his cheek and added, "It's just that, you're to adorable to not like."

Youichi glared at her and muttered darkly, "You're already 25, stop treating me like a child. Just because you're three years older, doesn't mean you can do whatever you like with my face, nee-chan. You are destroying my face."

Mikan laughed and opened her car door. "Don't worry Youichi, I won't destroy your pretty face." She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Come on, I'll treat you to lunch. I just miss you." They got into the car.

Mikan drove to the nearest restaurant, where they met with Hotaru and ate lunch. After lunch, she and Youichi left Hotaru, saying that she will be dropping Youichi at his house. She drove to Youichi's house.

"Hey," Youichi said as he was getting out of the car.

"Hmmm?" Mikan looked.

"Wanna get out of the house tomorrow? There's this party at a friend of mine and I was thinking, since it's been a while since we attended a party and all. Maybe you want to come?" Youichi asked, shrugging his shoulders and adding, "And it gives me a reason to be out of the house."

Mikan smiled, "Sure, 'cuz. What kind of party is it?"

Youichi shrugged and replied, "Casual, I guess. It's just a welcome back party for my friend's brother. I'll pick you up at around six, okay?"

Mikan laughed and said, "Okay. You sure you'll be the one picking me up? Or you want me to pick you up."

Youichi glared at her, "I'll pick you up. Got that, 'cuz? You stay put in your house. I'll be there at six sharp." Youichi closed the car's door. They bind goodbye and Mikan drove home.

Aoi can't seem to find something interesting to watch. She has been flipping through the channels of their television for the last half an hour but none seemed to spark her interests. She jus finished the preparations for tomorrow party. Sure it was casual. Her brother has never attended any parties all dressed up. So, if she wants her brother to not ruin her party mood tomorrow, she decided to just make the party casual.

"Stop changing the channels, will you? It's starting t hurt my eyes." Natsume muttered and glared at his sister. "You're not the only one watching, you know."

Aoi glared back and answered, "Well go to your room. You have your own TV there."

"I don't want to. You also have your own TV in your room, why don't you go there and watch," Natsume replied with his glare still intact.

"I don't want to." Aoi stuck her tongue at her brother and continued browsing through the channels. Natsume just his eyes and waited for her to stop. In the middle of browsing, she stopped at a show, where a fashion show is being broadcast.

Natsume raised his eyebrow and asked, "Really? Of all the shows, I should have known."

Aoi's eyes grew a bit larger. She smiled and muttered, "So, her name is Mikan Sakura. A fashion designer, huh." She chuckled and walked away, leaving Natsume to stare at her back.

Natsume shook his head and thought, 'She's crazy.' He looked at the show and saw a pretty Japanese girl with auburn hair and hazel eyes. She was bowing with a pretty smile on her face.

When Natsume turned off the TV, the girl's face can't leave his head. 'Mikan, that's what Aoi said was her name. Shit, I just got hooked.' He went to his room, running his hand over his head, trying to forget about her and her dazzling eyes.

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Ok! New chapter finished. Wahhh. I'm sorry. I can only update once a week since I have this internship and it takes most of my time.

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