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Last time

I look to my side as the scenery of the town passes by me. I had a really good time today. I haven't been to an amusement park in so long. It's a nice change of pace. Unfortunately, my ride comes to an end when Natsume pulls up in front of my house. I take off the helmet and hand it back to him.

"I had a good time today," I tell him with a smile.

"I did too," He admits.

I turn around to my door, but realize I forgot to return one more thing. I take off his jacket and put it out towards him. He tells me to keep it then zooms off. A smile graces my face as he gets smaller in the distance. Maybe Natsume isn't all that bad. He can be sweet…when he's not being a pervert.


Mikan's POV

I open the door to my house with an almost dreamy sigh. Today was almost perfect, I got to finish the music video, which, obviously, means I'm going to get paid in the next few days, I got to spend the day with Natsume, and I got to ride on a motorcycle.

"Snap out of wonderland, Mikan," My father snaps. "Where have you been, young lady?"

Well that's a bitter awakening. Thanks, dad, really. I turn my head towards my grumpy father and my giddy mother.

"How was your day? Why do you look so happy? Did someone ask you out? Oh sweetie tell me," Mom chirps while grabbing my hands.

"I was with Natsume and we went to an amusement park," I tell her as she shakes me.

"Aww how cute!" Mother squeals.

"Why are you in a different set of clothes?!" Dad barks. "What did he do? Did he-"

"Oh God no, dad," I interject. "Hotaru gave me these after coffee spilt on me on the set! Natsume actually gave me his jacket to cover up my blouse was see-through since the cameras were still rolling."

"See he is a good boy," Mom says triumphantly. "You may go, sweetie."

"Thanks mum," I say while pecking mom on the cheek and bolting upstairs.

As soon as my door closes, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID to see it's Hotaru.

"Hello," I say with a cheeky smile.

"Hi, dork," She replies playfully. "I see you had fun with Natsume today. The pictures are all over the internet. I like the one with his arm around your waist, that one was pretty amusing."

"Screw you, Hotaru," I say with a huff.

"Do you like Natsume, Mikan?"

"Sorta, he's fun to hang out with and he's kinda funny. He's not the telling jokes with punchlines kind of funny, but he can make just about anything somewhat amusing, no matter how irritating he is being," I reply with a blush that I'm grateful she can't see.

"I know you're blushing Mikan." Dang you Hotaru! "Are you going out with him?"

"NO!" I reply all too quickly.

"Do you want to?"

"…."

"If he asked you out would you say yes?"

"Maybe, probably," I sigh,

"Mikan, I called for results. It's a simple question, do you or do you want to go out with him?"

"do you think he would want to?"

"You're acting like suuuuch a chick right now," Hotaru chuckles.

"I'm a girl, it's kinda a part of the deal," I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Whateaver," She says, obviously smirking. "Just answer my question: do you want to go out with Natsume Hyuuga?"

There's a moment of silence, "….yes."

"I knew you'd fall for him eventually," Hotaru says triumphantly.

"Screw you," I mumble into the phone.

"I'm not the raven-locked teen you have a thing for, sweetie." I can feel Hotaru smirking right now, "you know I could set that screw up for you, though, if you'd like."

"No!" I yelp, "don't you dare, Hotaru Imai!"

She breathily chuckles, "are you positive?"

"If you do, I'll call Ruka and set up one too. I've seen the way you look at him. He's a challenge that can hold his one, and a cute challenge at that."

"Bastard," she growls.

"Yes, but a loveable and right one." A smirk irrupts to my face.

"You've been around me too long, so goodnight," she says curtly. Before I can say anything, the line goes dead.

I change my clothes into my pajamas and flop back on my bed. I rake my hands through my hair, today was amazing. I, for once, can't wait for Monday!

xXxXxXxXx

"Mikan, hurry up," Hotaru hollers as she lets herself into my house.

I run down my stair case, almost tripping over myself in the process, "coming!"

I quickly sit at the base of my stairs, zip up my brown combat boots, and sprint out the door. I jump into Hotaru's car and she, as usual, peels out. I'm barely able to buckle myself in before the car hits the road. Hotaru may be the smartest girl I know, but she's also the craziest. If it weren't for her knack with all things electronic, I'm pretty sure Hotaru would've become a professional speed racer.

Finally, we come to my favorite part of the trip, the main roads where there are pedestrians and Hotaru is forced to slow down. Within a few minutes, we're pulling up next to Ruka's car in the parking lot. I step out and begin fixing my hair the best I can. I don't know how I keep forgetting that Hotaru's topless car moves fast enough to basically blow dry my hair? Thankfully there isn't any damage that a few run-throughs of my hand can't fix. I straighten my white long-sleeved chiffon shirt, make sure nothing's on my blue skinny jeans, and dust some of the dirt off my brown combat boots. I quickly apply a light layer of lip gloss, but, unfortunately, Hotaru notices.

"Who are you getting all glossed up for?" Hotaru asks, her prominent smirk firmly planted on her lips.

"I could ask you the same," I shoot back, fighting the blush off of my face.

Hotaru narrows her eyes at me. There's no denying Hotaru looks better than usual today. While she usually wears something simple to school, Hotaru has a rather classy outfit on. She's adorn in a black off-the-shoulder shirt what has long, puffed out sleeves that barely show the tips of her shoulder, dark purple skinny jeans, and wedge-heeled black ankle boots. Lying daintily on her neck is a purple encrusted jewel necklace. If I'm not mistaken she, too has on some lip gloss.

Hotaru dodges my question by asking me if I'm going to confess to Natsume today. My face immediately gets hot and I glare at her, "why don't you go confess to Ruka in front of his fan girls?"

"What if I do, then what?"

"Then I will too," I reply, knowing that Hotaru is the very last person you will ever see confess to anyone, in public at that.

"Fine," Hotaru says, turning on her heels, "let's go get some boyfriends."

It takes me a good minute to register what just happened and I immediately take off after her. "I was just kidding, Hotaru!"

"No, too late," she huffs, making use of her long legs.

"We all know Hyuuga has a thing for you, we're all just waitin' on you, Mikan," Hotaru says.

The next few minutes are hell. The two of us attract so much attention it's ridiculous. I'm begging Hotaru not to do it and she just keeps repeating that she's tired of my indecisiveness. While I'll admit I have a thing for Natsume, I don't want to say anything now! I mean sure, he's nice and sweet and all, but he's really perverted! Well, then again most of the people I hang out with are.

Hotaru throws open the doors of the cafeteria to see the boys sitting there at their usual table surrounded by fan girls. Hotaru locks eyes with Ruka, who's currently avoiding Luna's boobs in his face. With a few purposeful strides, Hotaru is behind Luna with a handful of her long blond hair in her grasp. Hotaru yanks Luna from straddling Ruka and takes a seat on his lap. Hotaru firmly presses her lips to Ruka's, leaving the entire room in a hush.

She pulls away from him with an undeniable blush that I can't help take a quick picture of. Ruka's face, much like hers, but worse, is dark red.

"Go out with me," Hotaru says, her voice barely making itself known to the audience she attracted.

"Happily," Ruka says, touching his forehead to hers.

After staying like that for a few seconds, Hotaru pulls away and transfixes her gaze towards me, "your turn."

My eyes flit to Natsume and back to my friend, "do I have to in front of everyone?"

Hotaru presses the button on the ring I just notice she has on. It plays 'I will, too' continuously. "You promised," Hotaru smirks. I gulp and turn towards the raven-headed, ruby-tinted eyed teen leaning against the side of the table.

I quickly duck my head, and blurt out my big question. Natsume blinks a few times and smirks, "I'm sorry Mikan b-"

The blood drains itself from my face, and I turn around on my heels. I start to run away, but he catches my wrist. With one strong tug, I'm nuzzled into his chest. I lift up my hands to beat his chest, but he catches them.

"You didn't let me finish," he chuckles. "I'm sorry Mikan, but now you're stuck with me forever."

As what just happens registers itself in my mind, I turn my gaze towards Natsume. There's a delicate, jolly smile across his face. He just said yes, didn't he? He said yes right now, right? Natsume Hyuuga said yes to me!

A smile erupts to my lips that mirror his. I throw my arms around his neck before I can think twice about it and press my lips to his. His arms snake around my waist almost immediately, drawing me close. I close my eyes and realize how soft his lips are. At this proximity, I can feel his thick eyelashes flitting on my cheek.

Soon there's a throat being cleared and I begrudgingly separate from my…boyfriend! I glare at the bastard with the audacity to interrupt such a perfect moment. There stands my uncle Kazumi giving me the same glare.

"You know PDA is worth a week's worth of detention, you two," he says, crossing his arms.

Natsume arches an eyebrow at him, "would you rather PUCDA's?"

"PUCDA's," Kazumi asks, "what in the world is that?"

"Private under the cover displays of affection," Natsume says, making my face get extremely flushed.

"You're coming with me, you little pervert, and I'm calling your mother," Kazumi says, taking a hold of Natsume's collar.

"I wouldn't recommend that," Ruka says, "She's just as much of a pervert as he is. Telling her would only make her give him tips, good ones at that."

Kazumi glares at Ruka, yanks him up from under Hotaru and towards the exit. While being violently being dragged out, my boyfriend gives me a wink and a two-fingered salute. I give him a small grin in return.

There's a chuckle from beside me. I look at Hotaru who is brushing off her clothes from being on the floor. "What are we going to do with those two?"

"More like what are you going to do to those two," Yoichi snickers. The nearest of our friends, Anna and Nonoko, simultaneously thump the silver-headed boy on the back of the head. I lean against the table and give a pensive sigh, today it the best day ever.

"Before you get all happy and start skipping on rainbows," Hotaru says, leaning next to me, "remember your father will hear about this later tonight from your uncle."

My blood runs cold and goose-bumps burst to my skin. One word and one word only appears in my mind in bold letters, shit!

Sumire shakes her head at me, "guess who's coming to dinner, Mikan: death."


Hiiii readers! I know I haven't updated in forever and I've still been receiving reviews, follows, and favorites. I swear you people thrive on abusive relationships. Though I'm being playful about this, I'm actually very sorry I've taken so long.

I wanted to know if you all would like to choose what the next chapter is about based on the chapter title:

a. The Prize

b. Enter the Enemy

Choose carefully! Vote in the reviews, if you'd like! If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll answer them in the next chapter. Oh, and I'd like to thank you all for making this my most successful fanfiction on this site with 108 favorites and 150 follows!

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K-Chan!