I typed my story from memory of the Manga and did not really re read it, only looking at a few pages here and there. However, after writing this I was not so sure of the time line any more. So looking it over, while my story happened over the course of a few days, it actually happened over maybe two weeks? But lets leave it at days for my story.

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'Click click …pause… snap… sigh'

If one were to stand in front of Onozuka Yura's room and listen at her door, those were the cycle of sounds one would hear. If one were to guess what the sounds were, typing on a cell phone would come to

mind. It would explain the clicks heard and the snap at the end, signifying the closing of the phone. One might think she was having a lively conversation by the amount of times the clicks and snaps were heard.

However, one might be baffled by the sigh at the end. It did not sound like a girl in love, or a girl bored out of her mind. It was more of a frustrated 'what am I going to do' type of sigh.

Behind the door was Onozuka Yura, sitting on the floor of her room. In front of her were her cell phone, left open and a message half typed on the screen. Next to said phone was a note, a crumpled, worn out

note that looked like it has been floating around for a few years, instead of the few hours it had spent in a box and now with its current owner. To the side was a box, the cds that were once its contents laid

sprawled at its side. Yura leaned out and snapped her phone shut before leaning back and shifting her weight on her legs to get more comfortable. Lifting the headphone from her neck, she tossed it over with

the cds and then laid back. She adjusted herself to the position one makes when creating a snow angel, knocking everything out of her way with her outstretched arms and legs.

Sighing again, she reached out and grabbed her phone and the note. She held one in each hand and just stared at them. Looking over at the box she decided that she really should send him a thank you note.

She really liked the songs and his voice really brings it out.

'Snap'

Again, she couldn't bring her self to click send. How long has she been at this now? An hour? Two, maybe three? She had an interview the next day and other things to worry about, she couldn't stay up any

longer worrying about this. But every time it gets to the point of just hitting send, she freezes and can't help to think that the only reason he was being so nice is because of who her father is.

"I'll be so happy if you send a message" those were the words at the end of the note that she kept re reading. "That doesn't mean he's expecting or waiting for a message right?" she said to her self. "Right!?"

she repeated, scanning the room with her eyes, hoping an answer would come from somewhere within it.

Silence

She was chest fallen, even though she knew she wouldn't get an answer and if she did it would be best to not stay in her room any longer. Looking back at the note "how did he get my address?" she

wondered. "Maybe shachou gave it to him? They do seem like they know each other to some extent and he would be the best choice to ask for my contact info." Closing her eyes she wondered where he was

now and if he was expecting a reply and wondering why one hasn't come. "He might think that it did not arrive yet? No, looking at the box, I'd say he had it specially delivered. Maybe he might think I did not

receive it yet?" She lifted her chin so that the top of her head was on the floor so she could look behind her at the time, it was late. "He might think I'm the type that leaves her mail to another day? Or that I

was too busy or tired to open the package today?" She shot up and gasped at the next thought that came to mind. "He might think I don't like it!" Hurriedly, she reached for her phone to start typing but

stopped, "there's no way he'd think that," with that she dropped her phone. Since she was already up, she decided to pack up and deal with this headache another time. She then headed to the shower,

shooting her phone and note one last look before closing the door behind her.

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