"Mikan!" Jinno called strictly to the retreating girl. "If you're that crap next time, we'd kindly give your part to some othermore deserving girl."

Deserving? Mikan scoffed in her mind, I spend half my time dedicated to you and your stupid routines, jerk wad.

"Yes, Jinno." Mikan droned before leaving the studio. Jesus, that man was a bore. Mikan had to admit she had been rather crap during the eight hour rehearsal, but she couldn't help that her mind was elsewhere.

Where exactly was her mind, you ask?

It was where every teenage girl's mind is when they get asked out on a date.

What to wear?

She didn't even know what they were doing for their date, she was half tempted to ring up Natsume and ask him but she didn't want to seem like she was trying to impress him, plus he had been pretty keen on keeping the whereabouts of their date a secret, or as he put it 'a surprise.' It was tonight; a Sunday, another thing Mikan found odd but didn't seem to question. But as she pondered over it she began to wonder, Why the heck would you choose a Sunday? It's basically a school night and a date could have waited until next weekend. She had come to the conclusion that Natsume Hyuuga was an odd man.

Mikan began walking to her apartment block, mentally picking out an outfit. She contemplated jeans and a nice t-shirt or maybe a jumper over a skirt…

Nope, She had no idea what to wear. She was, in short - In need of a certain Luna Koizumi

"What do you need?" Luna's voice echoed through the phone.

"Straight to the point, I see." Mikan replied, opening the door to her apartment.

"Always am." Luna replied proudly, "But really, What do you need?"

"Er…" Mikan hesitated, "I have a date tonight and -"

"Wait, what?" Luna asked, shocked. "You have a what?"

"A date."

"I didn't even know you knew the meaning of the word!"

"Yeah, Well." Mikan replied, rather ticked off. "I don't know what to wear, and I um… need your help."

"Of course you do!" Luna squealed, "I didn't think this day would ever come! Well first things first, What are you doing?"

"Thats the catch, I have no clue. It's a 'surprise.'"

"Romantic." Luna drawled,

"Mmhmm." Mikan rolled her eyes inwardly, Luna was never one for cliche romance.

"Well, then." Luna sighed, "We'll have to go with a safe option, You know that dress you wore at Nonoko's Christmas party last year?"

"The velvet one?"

"Yep, I'd go for that, plus those shoes I lent you last week - Not the ones you wore to Nika's the other ones you still haven't given back yet."

"Oh. I'll return them tomorrow, Thanks Luna."

"So…Who's the lucky guy?"

Mikan swallowed, she wasn't stupid. She could see Luna's distain for Natsume (And likewise for Natsume.) but It wasn't as if she could lie to her… "Oh, um. I have to go, Luna! Talk to you tomorrow."

"Hey, Wait -."

Mikan quickly hung up and sighed, she would deal with telling Luna at a later date. She walked to her closet and laid the deep purple, velvet dress. It was her mother's, she had stolen it from her closet before she left. She didn't make a habit of wearing it, but it was rather nice and floaty, it was long sleeved and ended mid thigh. (A/N this is the type of dress im thinking of .tumblr .com/tumblrlgq5874I8U1qzxoazo1_ take out the space between tumblr and .com though)

Mikan glanced at her watch, there was enough time for a bath. She was feeling gross from practice all day and Natsume was picking her up in two hours, plenty of time to get ready. She went to the pearl tiled bathroom to run a bubble bath, she put a vanilla scent in with a few dissolving aromatherapy crystals before peeling off her oversized singlet and bike shorts and sinking into the warm, relaxing water.

Ahhh, Mikan thought, Baths are so lovely, She closed her eyes pleasantly and sunk further into the bubbles.

"Yo!"

Mikan's eyes snapped open. Shit. She had fallen asleep in the bathtub, and it sounded like Natsume was here.

"Coming!" She yelled back, clumsily standing up and getting out of the tub before grabbing a towel and muttering a stringful of curses.

She dashed to the door and wrapped the towel around herself tightly. She swung the door open and saw Natsume clad in jeans, a black t-shirt and a jacket. His eyebrows raised slowly.

"Not exactly how I imagined our first date, but still good." He grinned devilishly.

Mikan's eyes narrowed and she held one hand on her towel and used the other to point to the living room. "Shut up." She hissed icily, "And wait there."

"Killjoy." Natsume muttered before walking past her and sitting down on the couch. "Don't be too long."

"I'll be how ever long I like, thanks." Mikan replied cattily before traipsing off to her room.

She came out not long after, dressed in the velvet dress and her hair out with slight curls at the end. She had her usual make up on - A swipe of mascara and light colored lipstick. The heels she had borrowed from Luna gave her the extra height, yet she was still only up to Natsume's shoulders.

"I'm ready."

Natsume stood up and brushed his hands on his jeans, "I can tell." He remarked dryly. "Let's go then."

Mikan grabbed her bag and followed him to the door suit, she turned off the lights and sighed inwardly. Tonight would be a long night.

"You're kidding me."

Natsume looked at her quizzically, "What?"

"We're going Ice skating?" Mikan hissed.

"Yeah." Natsumes browed furrowed, "What of it?"

"What of it?" Mikan echoed. "Um, I can't ice-skate for shit, mister!"

Natsume let out a sly smirk,"Don't worry, I can hold your hand if you want."

Before Mikan could retort, Natsume grabbed her hand and pulled her into the rink, They ordered their skates and Mikan had to borrow some rental socks, which she turned her nose up to.

"I don't understand what it is about fashion statements that make girls avoid rental socks." Natsume stated, as they sat on the bench and tied up their skates.

"It's not a fashion statement, It's a hygiene issue!"

"They wash the socks after use." Natsume replied boringly.

"Thats what they tell you, there is no evidence to support that statement!"

"Yeah, Yeah. Are you ready yet?"

Mikan bit her lip as her stomach dropped. She was absolutely crap at ice-skating, she was nervous about embarrassing herself in front of Natsume.

"Yep." She lied, stepping onto the rink and gripping onto the railing. Natsume grinned and outstretched a hand, "How does a ballerina not know how to skate?"

"They're two completely different things!" Mikan exclaimed. Almost immediately after releasing her grip on the railing she fell over and landed on her butt. She winced and looked up at Natsume, expecting him to have that annoying smirk plastered on his face or even worse; laughing at her. But the expected expression was replaced by a look of concern, He knelt down and offered his hand again.

"You okay?" He asked, worry apparent in his tone.

"I'm fine." Mikan mumbled, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, her heart thumped a little bit as she took his hand and he pulled her up with him.

The evening followed with Natsume teaching Mikan how to skate, her many failures and clinging onto his jacket. She would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying herself, Natsume wasn't very talkative, but when he did speak up it normally ended up in Mikan getting angry or flustered. Every now and again he would crack a sarcastic joke, his dry humor made her laugh a little bit but she wouldn't let him on to how much she was growing on him. He was good looking and boy, did he know it. He really didn't need any more of an ego.

He walked her back to her apartment, his dry comments making her giggle and retort with something equally as witty. They reached her door and she looked up at him grinning, He shifted his feet awkwardly.

"Well…" Natsume trailed off, "I guess I'll be seeing you, then." He nodded before retreating from her.

"Wait!" Mikan called, grabbing onto his jacket, "You haven't eaten, right? Come in, Let's make pizza or something!"

Natsume hesitated, he should be getting back to the Koizumi's around now. Ruka must be ready to shoot himself soon. But he was having so much fun with this girl, Everytime she had laughed, fallen over or bit her lip tonight he had felt his chest tighten and the urge to kiss her higher. There was definite chemistry, all right. He turned and smiled slowly

"All right then, If you would hate to be separated from me that much."

"Shut up, Jerk." Mikan laughed, pulling her keys out to open the door. "I've got all the ingredients we need, And don't think you'll get away with not helping me. You're going to help make the best pizza you've ever tasted."

"I'm sure." He replied, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket. He draped it on the sofa and made his way to the kitchen.

"What's first?" He asked.

"The dough." Mikan replied, bringing a recipe book out of a cabinet. "Let's begin shall we?"

She pulled out a large silver bowl, and Natsume stood next to the pantry as Mikan read out the ingredients and he grabbed them. He managed to accidentally drop half a bag of flour on the floor, He repeatedly apologized while trying to clean it up. Mikan laughed and told him it was fine, but he still didn't stop apologizing. She ended up grabbing a fist full of flour and throwing it at him. Mikan threw her head back and laughed at the surprised look on the boys face. Natsume liked Mikan's laugh, It was tinkly and made him smile. Although right now it was not the time for smiling, He grabbed the pan he had brushed all the flour from the floor into and poured it onto her head. Her laughing stopped abruptly as she stormed over to the fridge and grabbed an egg, before reaching upwards and cracking it open right on top of Natsume's raven head. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled a look of disgust as he saw the sticky goop in his hand. He reached over and drew a line with his yolk-ed finger on Mikan's forehead. She gasped and immediately wiped her face, running her mascara.

Natsume burst out laughing, Her hair had bits of flour in it and her mascara was smudged all over her face. "You look ridiculous!" He exclaimed.

Mikan glared at him before grabbing a flannel and wetting it. "I hate you." She said as she washed her face and ran a hand through her sticky hair. Natsume stopped laughing and leaned closer to her.

"You didn't on Friday." He grinned, Mikan paled immediately.

"Yeah, W-well." She stuttered, her cheeks began to burn red and she tried to avert her eyes from his piercing ones. "I was drunk."

"Were you really?" Natsume teased, leaning closer to the beetroot girl. Mikan didn't reply, She just stared at him. He was gorgeous. Her eyes trailed from his well defined cheeks, to his nose, to his forehead, to his eyes, which managed to hitch her breath everytime, to his lips. His lips looked so soft, yet masculine. She wondered what they felt like, what they tasted like. Before she knew it she had cupped his chin with her fingertips and brought him downwards to plant a small kiss on him. To say he was surprised would be an understatement, his eyes watched hers flutter close and move her lips against his. He smiled into her lips as he noticed a small print of flour on her nose. It was an innocent kiss, and her lips were light and feathery against his. As soon as he realized what was happening he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on the kitchen bench so he wouldn't have to bend awkwardly. He pulled away for a moment and then kissed her again, roughly and more passionate this time. She responded accordingly, and grabbed tuffs of his hair, pulling him closer. One of his arms found its way to the small of her back, pressing her against him more. He began kissing her jaw and running fingers through her hair, her lovely, lovely hair. He was intoxicated, he wanted more of her. More of her smell, More of her laughs, More of her body, More of her kisses. She was creating circles with her fingertips on his back and her heart was practically slamming against her ribcage in excitement. Then almost immediately she felt as if she had been slapped, Her eyes widened as she pushed him off her. She wiped her lips and looked at him, her hair was a mess and hickeys were all up and down her neck. Natsume looked at her questioningly

"What?" He asked, "I thought that -"

"I'm sorry." Mikan interrupted shakily, "I'm sorry, but you have to go." She bit her lip and grabbed his jacket before giving it to him. "I'm sorry." She repeated, averting his eyes "I shouldn't have - It was a mistake, It won't happen again. I'm sorry."

Natsume felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, He immediately turned sour. "Fine." He snarled, grabbing his jacket from her hand. "I'll see you around, Mikan." He said acidly, halfway out the door.

ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER GOOD LORD I'M SORRY ):

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