DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LUCKY STAR. IT'S KAGAMI YOSHIMIZU'S PROPERTY. THIS IS A FANFICTION.

"I'm here to hang out!"

Patty came bursting through the door, something that would've made anyone jump a few centimeters in the air. But when she saw what Hiyori's room looked like, she wasn't surprised to see that her friend didn't get frightened.

Actually, she was the scared one.

"Hiyorin?" Said Patty approaching carefully a motionless body laid on the desk. The person groaned and shifted to the side.

"Nhhghnngh…"

Patty sweatdropped. She looked around. The room was dark, Hiyori's bed was messy and there was paper everywhere, especially on top of the girl's head.

"Ok… I'll go out on a limb here and say that you spent the night trying to come up with a plot for your manga club, which was probably due today. Was I right?" Said Patty, and that made Hiyori shiver and groan louder.

The American sighed and walked to the window, where the curtains were blocking the sun, and pulled them to the side, making way to the light invade the room.

"Gah! It's blinding me!" Hiyori covered her eyes with the paper on top of her.

"Come on, you're not a vampire." Sighed Patty picking up the papers from the floor and organizing them on the desk. Hiyori refused to let go of the remaining sheets of paper covering her head, so slowly Patricia had to tear them apart, until her friend gave up.

"There. Better?" Asked Patty.

"Hmm…" Hiyori looked at her arms. "Am I shining…?"

"Nope."

"Then your blood is safe."

"Don't join the dark side…" Replied Patty, a small smile forming on her lips. Tamura-san straightened herself on the chair and yawned, stretching every single muscle of her body. Patty sat on her friend's messy bed, grabbing one of Hiyori's doujins.

"So, what's with you today? Inspiration wore off?" Said the blonde opening the book. Hiyori nodded, grabbing her mechanical pencil and resting her head on a free hand.

"It's the biggest artist's block I've ever had…" Said her with a sigh.

"Hmm-hm."

"I mean, normally I get inspiration from real life, but…"

"Yeah, I know that." Interrupted Patty showing her the page she'd stopped on, where the two main characters, who looked awfully like two of the girl's friends, were hugging each other in a cheesy way. Hiyori blushed a little.

"Why are you reading this one again?"

"You were saying…?"

The artist sighed and started spinning the pencil in between her fingers.

"I was saying that I get inspiration from real life, but lately… Real life's boring!" She finished banging the desk with her head.

"I see…" Said Patty distractedly, turning the page.

"There's nothing exciting or funny going on! When Kou-sempai asked for a four panel, I said 'yeah, sure, that's not hard'… But I'm so stuck!"

"Go on…" Patty turned another page.

"And the deadline is today! But at this rate, I'll never be able to finish it…"

Patty raised an eyebrow and showed Hiyori another page.

"What happened here? I thought they were stuck on a cave together."

Hiyori looked up and analyzed the page.

"Oh. They are. That's a flashback."

"Ah." Patty kept reading. "But anyway. If real life is that boring, then I think you should just wait until it gets exciting again. It can't take longer than a day."

"I don't have a day!" Yelled Hiyori, putting both hands on her head. "I have barely an hour!"

"Don't get desperate!" The American yelled back, what didn't exactly helped the situation. Even so, Hiyori breathed deeply and tried to compose herself.

"Ok, ok… I'm fine."

"Are you?"

"No. But I have to be." And with that, she slowly lowered her head and came back to sulk on the desk. Patty stared at her for a while, then sharply closed the doujin and got up, grabbing her bag.

"I came here hoping we could hang out, but it looks like I came at a bad hour…"

"Yeah… Sorry about that." Apologized Hiyori with a weak smile. Patty smiled back and patted her friend on the head.

"Good lucky with your work."

"Thanks… I'll need it."

Before Patty left the room, she turned around and said over her shoulder:

"You know… You could use your lack of inspiration to do that four panel. Just a thought." And with that she left, closing the door.

Hiyori stood there facing the door for a couple of minutes and then slowly turned to her sketchbook, a smile spreading through her face.

"Oh, the irony…" She whispered to herself, drawing a soft line on the whiteness of the paper.

REAL FACT: Well, just think of me as Hiyori. Life's been boring lately, so I haven't got many ideas to write here. So I thought to myself: "Even the lack of a story is a story."

…Man, I should totally copyright this quote.

- TSL