A.N.: Aw yiss, 2 chapters in one day, guys!

Chapter 7~

All of the ideas that Miku and Dell had come up with for the past 3 weeks had failed. Dell had gotten alcohol thrown at him, alcohol BOTTLES thrown at him, he'd gotten punched in the face, and he had been slapped several times.

In this situation, Dell would typically be angry, or maybe even depressed. But one thing confused him to the point of filling his stomach with a feeling of...dread? He wasn't even sure:

He was actually having fun. He didn't know why he was; he didn't like any of the shit he had to do. Why did he have to do it, anyways? The thought of disappointing Miku actually made him sad.

Dell was being engulfed in a huge mass of emotions that he couldn't even understand. The silver-haired man was frantically pacing behind the register; this had been on his shoulders long enough. He thought of everything that had changed from the time he had felt normal to the present. Was this depression?

He didn't think so. Dell knew he was over Meiko, so it wasn't that. Was it the constant rejection? No... this feeling wasn't sad at all. It seemed... nervous. Dell was having a hard time understanding its effects himself. It made him stutter, and sometimes blush for no reason. Overall, he just started acting really flustered around-

Dell's head immediately snapped to his coworker. No.. No, that can't be it, can it? Dell frantically tried to find another answer. But it was too late; once coming to this conclusion, there was no turning back.

He liked- no, maybe even..loved- Miku.

God damnit.

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Gee, Dell sure was acting weird today.. Miku looked over at him worriedly, only to see him staring at her, like a deer caught in headlights. She smiled at him, and he went back to "working".

Miku wished she could read her silver-haired friend's mind. She had known her feelings for about a week now, but she was too scared to talk to him. What if she lost everything? This friendship was good enough for her; she wanted to keep it, instead of sabotaging it by admitting feelings that would probably never be returned.

Before she had finished this thought, she had already known it was a lie. It wouldn't be good enough for her. She felt her stomach lurch. Why did life had to be this cruel to her? First, a few weeks before this whole "plan" started, her boyfriend dumped her... for her BROTHER. And he even thanked her for helping him "overcome his crisis". And now, life just had to throw another fastball.

Miku sighed frustratedly, causing Dell to glance over with a slight look of curiosity, before quickly looking down.

See? The tension was so obvious. Then Miku realized something that made her heart wrench. What if he already knew? What if he was just messing with her?

He wouldn't dare... would he? She had always thought Dell was some sort of social invert who needed helping. She ignored these ideas. Dell was certainly the person she knew him as; she was getting carried away.

And Miku decided that they needed one last plan. "Dell?" she spoke up. He looked at her, avoiding her eyes while mumbling something similar to "Yeah?"

She took a deep breath. "We should try one last plan. There's a ball this weekend at the dance hall, and there's bound to be people there." Okay, that was probably not true. Well, it was, but they'd all be with dates.

So Miku was really surprised when Dell said yes.

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"I-I guess; why not?" God damnit, Dell! Just because you think she's cute, and nice, and caring, and trustworthy, and- a-anyways, doesn't mean you have to be a huge pussy!

He looked down again, before muttering, "I need a smoke" and rushing out as fast as he could.

Dell sank down against the wall of his work place, lighting a cigarette and bringing it carefully to his lips. When did he become such a wimp...? HE didn't even act like this near Meiko.

What was he going to do...? He wondered if Miku had MAYBE meant this as a... da- No, he wasn't even going to consider it.

He didn't bother going back to work; he just sped home, before falling back onto his couch into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, Miku's shift had ended, and she had driven home. She was curled up on her couch with Vanessa Azairah, staring at the TV, but not paying attention to it. Did she do the right thing? Was she being to clingy? She had sort of forced herself into his life, his problems.

Was he just being tolerant? Did he think she was a nuisance? She clutched Vanessa tighter, trying to dispel these thoughts. She glanced outside, before noticing it was snowing. Yes, that's right; it's almost Christmas. She had been so preoccupied that she had almost forgotten!

"I hope my wish comes true." She mentally punched herself for such a cliche thought. Miku looked down at Vanessa, whose unblinking eyes stared at her blankly.

She really did want her wish to come true.

A.N.: And that's how it ends when I don't know how to end it! :D -shot- A-anyways~ Rate and review please ^u^ (Critique is awesome too~)