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It's A Boy Girl Thing

Chapter 9 – In my shoes

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It was like clockwork really.

Every morning Mikan would wake up to the sound of her phone's alarm at precisely 6:15 and sometimes she'd wake up even before the alarm (provided that she hadn't stayed up too late the previous night). She'd open her eyes to find the sun's rays pouring into her light purple room. Her eyes would immediately fall upon the ions chart she had made back in 8th grade (don't laugh- the list of ions is pretty hard to remember) which she had stuck on her wall, right in front of her bed. Then her eyes would move to the Trigonometric ratios chart which had all the values of the degrees from Sin to Cot. She knew that she didn't need to memorize the whole thing and that she could just make the table but - she preferred it this way. It made her feel more prepared, if that makes any sense.

After glancing at those charts she'd climb out of bed and do a few yoga postures for about 20 minutes, it made her eyes pop open thus awakening her. Then she'd quickly make her bed and head inside her bathroom to wash her face and take a bath-basically what all normal people would due in the morning.

Today was one of the days she woke up before her alarm. It wasn't strange, however this rarely happened. But when she opened her eyes, Mikan did not see the sun pouring into her purple bedroom. In fact, her bedroom wasn't even purple!

It was red.

She made a disgusted face, the red made her eyes hurt and she squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds. She was probably still dreaming. She pinched herself and cracked open one eye.

The room was still red.

Did mom re-paint my room over night?

Confused at what she was seeing, she sat up on the bed. Her eyes darted towards the wall in front of her, searching for her Ions chart.

She froze.

Why in the world was there a picture of a half-naked Megan Fox in her room?

She started looking around the room, frantically searching for something which belonged to her. All she saw was a soccer ball lying on the leather sofa, random magazines sprawled across the floor, a half-eaten pizza and a pair of boxers.

This clearly wasn't her room.

Where in the world was she? Wild thoughts ran through her mind. Did she ever make it home last night? Did she get raped? Did she get abducted by aliens? She started hyperventilating. She got abducted, that was for sure. She saw a movie once where the girl woke up in the wrong room. She thought she was in someone else's room but it turned out that she had gotten abducted by a bunch of aliens with human taste in furniture.

She ran a hand through her hair, desperately trying to calm down herself. She needed to think. Freaking out would just give the aliens satisfaction. She wasn't going to let them win. She let her hand glide through her hair and frowned.

She never wore a bun when she slept.

She patted her head, trying to find the rubber band which stopped her hair from flowing freely down her back. But there was no rubber band...

She let out a panicky wail. The aliens had cut her hair! Didn't they know how long it took to grow long hair!

Suddenly she saw something long stick up from the covers. She gaped at it in horror. What was that? And why the hell did she feel so...funny?

She pushed the bed sheets aside and then darted over to the bathroom. She needed to see how she looked with short hair and she needed to get away from that stick.

Once she reached the bathroom she expected to see a weird image of herself. It was a fact, a Mikan Sakura with short hair just didn't work out. But surprisingly, the short hair did work out. It fit perfectly with her angular jaw, broad shoulders and crimson eyes.

She widened her eyes and her expression became one of utter shock. If she hadn't been so bloody confused at what she was seeing, she would've laughed at the image in the mirror. It was downright hilarious.

After all, one doesn't get to see a deranged image of Natsume Hyuuga like that.

But too bad she didn't find that funny now she knew what that 'stick' really was. She brought a hand to her mouth and choked back a sob. How in the world was she going to survive?

~()~

Natsume was used to having his mom waking him up in the morning. Unlike other people, he didn't need to wake up early – he just went to school late. Why should he have to wake up early when he could just go to school late?

But instead of being wakened by his mom, he was woken by some bloody alarm. He was sure that he had never put one. Besides, why the hell would he put an alarm at 6: 15? He'd never get up that early. It was too much to ask from an 8 o'clock riser.

And what kind of gay alarm was that anyways? Some weird one with bells. He scowled. His chest felt weird like he had worn something tight. But he shrugged it off. It was probably just some weird sort of hangover side effect that he had never experienced before. Maybe this was why tequila shot contests were unadvisable.

He lazily pulled his blanket aside and walked out of bed. That was when he noticed that his room smelt like vanilla and was purple.

"Bloody alcohol," He mumbled to himself as he walked groggily to the bathroom. He splashed cold water over his face and dried it off with a towel. He scrunched his nose up in distaste – he needed to lie off the alcohol, it made him think that his navy blue towel was pink.

Stiffing a yawn, he grabbed his toothbrush, dabbed on some paste and started brushing his teeth. It was only when he bent down to rinse his face when he noticed his reflection in the mirror.

It wasn't his at all.

"She isn't boob less after all..." he murmured to himself. Then he smirked, this was going to be fun, all right.

~()~

Mikan groaned as she sunk down onto Hyuuga's bed. How in the world was this even possible? People couldn't just randomly switch bodies! It wasn't practical! She brought up her hands to cover her face.

She couldn't believe she was stuck in Hyuuga's body. What did she ever do to deserve this fate? She was such a good girl! She hardly ever lied to her parents, she didn't smoke or drink (once doesn't count) she didn't do drugs, she always did her homework and she did extra stuff too!

Oh no, what if she was stuck in his body forever? She would die! Literally!

I can't miss Glendale Academy's National Treasure Fest!

With that thought in mind, Mikan ran over to his window. If she was in his body, he would probably be in hers. This was probably all his fault, she thought. It must've been one of his lame jock jokes. She cringed – that was not possible no matter how desperate she was for wanting to find a reason behind their soul shifting.

What she saw from his window nearly gave her a heart failure.

She saw herself, (well her body) sliding out of her window and climbing up a tree. A shriek escaped Mikan's lips as she watched herself swing across the tree and land inside Hyuuga's room.

"Your room sucks shit." She heard herself say. Mikan's eyebrows twitched. Somehow he had managed to make her voice sound like his! Sure her voice still sounded the same, but the way the words came out of it clearly stated that Natsume Hyuuga was speaking.

"Mine?" she echoed, incredulity creeping up into her voice, "You've got to be kidding me! Yours is like a pig's sty!"

He narrowed his eyes. Mikan cowered back – seeing herself like that was creepy. "Well than why are you here?"

Mikan rolled her eyes, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm stuck inside your disgusting body," she sneered.

He lifted an eyebrow, "Disgusting body? I'll tell you what's disgusting," he lifted his-no her shirt up and pointed to the ribbon shaped scar on her waist, "This is disgusting."

Mikan's eyes nearly came out of their sockets, "You searched my body!" she screeched, blanching at that thought. He had already seen her private parts! What the hell was wrong with him? Did he have no decency?

"Yeah." He said smirking, "I did."

The nerve of the bastard! "You!" she gasped, "You're in deep shit! When I tell my parents what you did, you're going to be so busted!"

"Tell them what?" he interrupted, "That I looked at your body when I was you? Go ahead."

Mikan scowled, he had a point. No one was going to believe her if she told them that she and Natsume Hyuuga had switched bodies. Hell, even she could hardly believe it.

"What do you-," she started but stopped when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Who is that?" she asked him.

Natsume shrugged, "Probably my mom."

"Your mom?"

"She comes to wake me up."

Mikan scoffed, of course his mother would wake him up. He could never wake up by himself.

"Natsume!" Mrs. Hyuuga's voice came from outside the room her footsteps coming closer, "It's nearly 8!"

Mikan glanced over at herself- no at Natsume and whispered, "Aren't you going to go now?"

He shook his head, "Nah. I want to stay. This is my room after all."

"But what would your mom think?"

He grinned maliciously, "She'd think that you are a very naughty girl..."

"No!" Mikan shrieked pushing him away, "Hurry up and go!"

He merely rolled his eyes, "You can't tell me to go away from my own room."

"Come on!" she whispered frantically as she heard Mrs. Hyuuga's voice call out once more, "Just go!"

"No." he replied stubbornly setting his jaw.

She saw the doorknob turning. With speed she never knew she had, she pushed Natsume down onto the bed, flopped down onto the bed herself and pulled the blanket, covering both her and Natsume. She only let her face show.

"Natsume?"

"Umm...good morning mother!" she said cheerfully. She felt Natsume pinch her from under the covers and muttered a low 'Quit it' at him.

"What's that?" Mrs Hyuuga asked, "Did you just say 'Good morning'?"

Mikan blinked. Natsume didn't say good morning to his mother? Man, he was so messed up. He pinched her arm again.

"Stop it!" she hissed at him. She could feel him moving, unquestionably shaking with laughter.

"You're acting strange," Natsume's mother observed, "Have you come down with something?"

"No, no," Mikan quickly answered, "It's nothing. I was just rapping."

She nearly smacked her head. Rapping? Since when did Natsume rap? She had to do better if she wanted to convince people that she was Natsume.

His mother raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything on that matter, "Well you're up early."

"Yeah," she said, "I was hungry."

She smiled inwardly to herself. Now that's something a guy would say!

Mrs. Hyuuga grinned at that. Jackpot. "Hurry up and get ready. I made Spanish Omelettes with bacon for breakfast today." And with that she closed the door and walked off.

Omelettes and Bacon? Mikan felt like puking, she hated red meat in general but in the mornings she couldn't stand to look at any animals. What happened to good old cereal?

"You suck at being me, BBL." Natsume drawled as he popped his head out of the covers, "I just hate long hair." He mumbled as he pushed the long brown locks out of his face.

Mikan stuck her tongue out at him, "Well I'm not BBL anymore...you are!"

He grinned, "Ah so you admit that you were BBL!"

"At least I didn't have a weird dick", she rolled her eyes, "Just go back and get ready for school. We need to talk."

"You looked at it?" Natsume asked amused. "You're such a hypocrite Miss-I-don't-look-at-anyone-else's-private-parts."

She threw a pillow- instead of the trophy on the nightstand since she didn't want injure her own body -at him. "Go change!"

He gave her one last mocking look (for what, she had no clue) before he left the room. Mikan watched as he jumped from the window sill and onto the tree. It was absurd watching herself do all those things.

She smiled slightly.

People would surely think of her as Dauntless now if they saw her...

~()~

Mikan was leaning against the hood of Natsume's car with the keys clutched in her right hand. She had to admit his car was a bit more impressive than hers. Everything in his house felt so foreign to her though and thank goodness his mother brought breakfast upstairs. It made it easier to feed the bacon to the family dog. Besides she had no idea how Natsume behaved at the breakfast table, she'd totally give herself away. Wait a minute… it's not like she had anything to hide.

After all no one would deduce and believe that Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga had magically switched bodies. It still sounded crazy to her and she'd just been spent three hours in a boy's body. At least the 'stick' went away, it was more like a rope now. She only felt it when she thought about it so she tried to avoid doing that.

Mikan looked up as she heard the sound of boots clicking against the cement sidewalk. Her mouth formed an 'o' out of disbelief and she found herself unable to keep the shock off of her face. What in hell's name was he wearing?

She was looking at an image of herself that seemed like something from one of Anna's design sketchbooks. Jeans mini-skirt, red tube top and black scarf was an ensemble Mikan Sakura thought she would never be caught dead wearing but apparently now she could been she walking around in it.

Mikan whipped her head around to make sure no one in the near vicinity. Thankful that her parents were long gone and his were out of sight, she opened her mouth to demand what the hell he thought he was doing dressing like that.

"You have oats for breakfast?" Natsume asked rhetorically. "Such bland food, no real flavor."

"What the hell are you wearing?" Mikan demanded totally ignoring his breakfast-based comment.

"I should be asking you that," Natsume asked, taking note of the clothes defacing his body. Button-down full shirt tucked into jeans with hair that was combed neatly; could he possibly get any closer to a geek? He didn't even know he had that kind of clothes in his wardrobe. "Where'd you even get that shirt from?"

"Oh it was in the back of your closet," Mikan replied, slightly distracted by the question but soon regaining her earlier position of vexation. "You are not going to school wearing that."

"Watch me."

"Alright I want to see how you get there with no car," Mikan retorted. "Because we're not going anywhere till you go put on something that doesn't make me look like Katherine from the Vampire Diaries."

"The vampire chick is hot,so don't worry you'll never look like her," Natsume dismissed before narrowing his eyes. "And it's my car so we're going now." He held out a hand for the keys.

"I'm not going anywhere with you looking like that." Mikan huffed, crossing her arms over her firm chest.

"What would you rather I streak?" Natsume teased.

"You wouldn't dare." Mikan refused to even consider that he would do that to her. Not that.

"Give me the keys." That sounded like an ultimatum.

"Go change first," Mikan said, not willing to budge an inch. "I will not be seen walking around in those scraps of cloth. Contrary to what you believe, I am NOT a slut."

"Well you go change too then," Natsume replied. "I don't want to go around looking like a dork."

"Please it doesn't matter what you're wearing," Mikan blurted without thinking. "You know everyone's going to like it anyway." Damn why did she say that out loud? The guy did not need another ego boost.

"You should be thanking me," Natsume stated smugly. "I'm helping you look less BBL."

"You're also 'helping' me seem more like those air-headed, vain bimbos you know I detest."

"Believe me when I say I can do so much worse with your body Sakura," Natsume warned in a low voice, stepping close to her. It was so odd to keep looking at her own body, but she just knew it was Natsume in front of her. He had this….aura of arrogance about him. "I'd try to stay on my good side if I were you."

~()~

They'd settled to a small compromise somehow, not easily rest assured. Natsume had messed up Mikan's neatly combed hair so it regained its casual messiness and tucked her shirt out. Mikan had taken advantage of the physical strength of her new body to force Natsume into a jacket so she didn't look half-naked anymore.

Natsume insisted on driving his own car. Nothing Mikan said even registered really. It was his car and he would drive it. End of story. Didn't he care that it would look like Mikan was driving it? No, of course not. He didn't care what people thought, but he refused to be driven around in his car by Mikan Sakura while she was in his body. Not that he'd let her otherwise but it just added to the weird factor.

They were at school within ten minutes as Natsume's driving was more speed-oriented that Mikan's and not much had been agreed upon. In fact the only thing established by the end of the argument in the car about what to do regarding their switched bodies was that they couldn't tell anyone. As for trying to seem normal, it seemed like a long shot. They were polar opposites in personality almost.

As they got out of the car there was no one left in the parking lot, the time was 8:50. Damn they were late but it was alright. First period was Narumi and he always came tardy as well, if he came at all that is.

"We're late." Mikan said as they passed through the front doors and made their way to homeroom.

"I'm always late, nothing ever happens," Natsume scoffed. "It's a privilege to be me; many would kill for the honor."

"You're so full of yourself. I for one do not want to be a cocky jerk." Mikan commented under her breath.

Natsume opened the class door to a shocking scene. Narumi was present- in the flesh! And he was on time! Well at least more on time than they were.

"So nice of you to join us." Narumi said with slight sarcasm in his voice as he turned to the pair.

"Yeah same to you." Natsume replied. The guy wasn't there most of the time and he thought he could get away with commenting on his tardiness? Such a hypocrite.

"Sorry sir," Mikan said, totally forgetting that she was in the body of Natsume Hyuuga and he did most definitely not apologize to anyone, let alone give respect to a teacher.

That was when 23 pairs of eyes turned to look right at both of them, most of them with expressions of utter shock and confusion on their faces.

She saw Natsume give her a death glare.

She inwardly cringed.

She was so freakin dead and the day had yet to even start.

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