Title: Saturday
Disclaimer: If I owned the series I wouldn't be writing this would I, yeah, I don't own Prince of Tennis.


Fubuki POV
I had no idea how long I'd been here, but it felt like I'd always lived here. But still, I hated the schoolwork. So I was seriously glad for the weekend.

"YAY!" I cheered on the way out.

Tezuka only stayed silent, but I was getting used to it, in fact, it was almost comforting. Unfortunately as soon as we both stepped out it was raining, and I didn't have a lift home with Atobe because he and his parents had to get ready for some party somewhere.

"IT'S RAINING!!" I wailed.

"You have an umbrella?" Tezuka asked me, concerned.

I only shook my head in response, "Yeah, I don't have an umbrella and Atobe-kun called me earlier to tell me that he wouldn't be able to give me a lift today." However soon his he had his umbrella up and his arm was wrapped around my waist as he pulled me under it, and we stepped out into the rain.

We walked in silence, nothing really needed to be said, I looked up at him and sighed to myself, I had only been here for a while now, and it flew by so fast, at first I thought I would hate this guy, and now here I was under an umbrella with him, and we were so close to each other…physically, that is. I don't know why but when I'm around him, I feel fluttery in my stomach, when I sing, I still see him in my mind, listening. Could it be that all this time, I had fallen in love with the most unlikely person I could ever be in love with?

"We're here," he said his voice, snapped me out of it, but still sent a flutter to my stomach, just like the first time we met, his deep voice was comforting.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Don't let your guard down next time," he said, looking me straight in the eye.

"Okay," I whispered, watching him walk off in the rain. I realized then, that I couldn't let my guard down, especially around Tezuka, and I had also let my guard down around Atobe too, and was in some sort of mess with him now because of it.


Tezuka POV
I left her there on her doorstep, I needed to get away, and I'd never been this close to a girl before. I had always been able to hide my emotions with my "poker face" and in the short space of time that she had been here she stirred me up and made me feel things that were foreign to me. As soon as I arrived I found my Grandfather standing there, we stood there in silence, but in that amount of silence we could understand what the other was feeling, even without words.

"Grandson, do you want to go camping this weekend?" he asked.

"Okay," I replied, "I'm not hungry by the way."

The night rolled by and soon it was the weekend, I loved it when we went camping, and there was always that feeling of peace. We were both knee deep in water, standing in the silence. "So what's bothering you grandson?" he asked me.

"Nothing," I replied, casting the line. Grandpa turned and gave me "the look" the one that would always get me to tell him anything, even now. "I've got girl troubles," I confessed.

"Don't you always with the crazy girls asking to marry you?" he asked, puzzled.

"This is different," I said, "Because I'm the one, who likes this girl, and I'm not sure if she likes me because she might be with someone else, I am friends with her though."

My grandfather thought for a while, and then he asked, "Are you friends with the one who's with her too?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Well, I suggest then that you wait, wait until she and this other person break up after a while, be a friend to her, and after then you can act on your true feelings, but if she doesn't like you, remember that you're still in middle school, you have a long time before you find the "One"," he said.

I knew what he meant, "Thank you, but also,"

"Yes," he pressed on.

"How did you know when Grandma was the one for you?" I asked.

"It's an instinct, you'll just know," he said, "But don't jump to conclusions about this girl, you have to, as the Americans say, kiss a lot of toads before you find your prince, er, well in this case, princess."

I smiled to myself, trust my grandfather to try to be modern, but he didn't need to be, I knew what he meant.


Fubuki POV
I sat across from Atobe-san, this time I wouldn't let my guard down, I glared at him, "I'm not doing this anymore, Atobe-san, if you're gonna trick someone then I won't be a part of it."

"WHAT!! I NEED YOUR HELP!!" he yelled, "THIS IS MY ONLY HOPE! IF THIS DOESN'T WORK THEN I'LL GIVE UP!" he pleaded.

"Are you really that desperate?" I asked, looking down at him.

He nodded.

"You really ARE head over heels," I sighed. He nodded, again.

"Look, I won't pretend to be your girlfriend, but I'll allow the occasional date, and definitely no public shows of affections," I sighed.

"Thank you," he said, and he kissed me. I didn't respond, I stayed still, it lasted for all of a nanosecond, I was grateful that he didn't push for anything further. "So, how about I invite you for dinner tonight," he said. I only nodded.

As soon as I was out I started to bang my head against the nearest pole I could find, "damnidiothowcouldyoubesotupid?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Fubuki-senpai?" I heard someone ask from behind me. Turning I saw Momoshiro, and he was with a guy with red hair that had a long side-fringe and a girl with short, blonde hair and some cute looking hairclips.

"Oh, hey Momoshiro-san," I said, moving my head away from the pole, "Who are your friends?"

"Oh, this is Kamio Akira," he introduced, gesturing to the guy, "And this is Tachibana An," he said, gesturing to the girl.

'AN TACHIBANA!!' my mind yelled, 'SHE'S WHY I AGREED TO THAT STUPID THING WITH ATOBE?!?!?!?!'

My eye started twitching like mad, like it usually does when I'm pissed off.

"Uh, why's her eye twitching like that?" Kamio asked, at least I think that was his name because I had all but forgotten.

A/N: Yeah, to let you know I'm still a bit behind on Prince of Tennis, I had only just started reading a few months ago, if I make any mistakes, then just say in a review and tell me, and

I'll try to correct it.