"Sure, why not

A/N: I've seen

"Sure, why not? What's the deal?"

"Um… It's Sato…. I have a crush on her… and you understand girls more than me… um… help?" Takagi said nervously. Junsaku raised an eyebrow.

"What about Sato? I didn't quite catch that." He said with a cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin.

"I'minlovewithSatoandIdon'tknowwhattodo!" He blurted.

"What?" Junsaku said. Across the room Sato listened in. She was straining her ears to here every word. And her hand was only a blur as she wrote what they said in her fake-snake-skin-leather notebook.

"I said… I said I'm in love with Sato and I don't know what to do." Takagi squeaked. Junsaku chuckled.

"Is that all? All you have to do is be smooth and ask her out."

"S-smooth?"

"You know, just walk up and say 'Hey I really like you, will you go out with me?'"

"Do you think it would work?"

"Yeah of course, but only if you don't stutter."

"I don't stutter… do I?"

"Only when you're nervous, which you usually are," Sato giggled to herself and doodled a picture of Takagi's expression. The two boys began to discuss weather or not girls looked better in bathing suits or tank tops, Junsaku said with bathing suits and Takagi said tank tops. Sato made a note of that on her paper. However seeing Takagi look back at his dairy had brought back some reflections. She drifted back to her past.

Dear diary,

Seeing Takagi look back like that makes me think of Dad. I can't stop thinking about how different my life would be if he was here. I wouldn't have to marry Shiratori. My mom would be happy. Maybe I could date Takagi…

Wait where had that come from?! Her and Takagi…. Takagi Miwako…. A pale ivory wedding dress… a nice apartment in Tokyo… they could work alternating days so they could take care of the kids they would have… they could- Sato stopped herself. Now wasn't the time for that. But Takagi liked her he'd said so to Junsaku. Sato shook her head in aggravation 'My brain must be on imaginary crack or something…'

Takagi and Junsaku turned as Yumi called out to them. "Junsaku! Come help me pick an outfit for tomorrow!" Junsaku turned to Takagi with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm thinking short-shorts."

"The girls will kill us if we try anything Junsaku,"

"So?"

"Suit yourself, but don't cry to me when Yumi breaks your arm."

"Whatever. But listen man, I meant what I said about Sato. If you don't tell her soon it may be too late. She'll go fast with those brains and looks." Junsaku said on a more serious tone. Takagi nodded dumbly, not quite sure of what to say.

"… You're right thanks… senpai…"

"Your welcome Otouto,"

"Great now I really feel like an eleven year old,"