Author's Note: I've felt like writing a long chapter, but I never can manage it.

Yoshino and Yanase were running around the beach like little kids. I was pissed. I didn't want Yanase near Yoshino, but he was so naive he didn't know why. I'd rather be the one chasing him up and down the beach like that. I was so filled with rage I could barely move. Shouta watched them, and then looked at me. "Why don't you just go grab him?" Shouta was here with some guy who worked at the bookstore. His name was Yukina. He was quiet and polite, and took every opportunity to be next to Shouta.

"I wish I could, but they're best friends and all." Shouta nodded. I knew he'd been in a lot of relationships. Any time one of us had a problem he had the perfect advice for us. He seemed lonely all the time to me, but now he looked okay. Maybe he'd found someone he was meant to be with.

"Yeah, but you're his lover. So you should be more important." Shouta was drawing in the sand with a stick. Yukina was watching him like he was a movie star or something. "Just go join in."

And that's how I found myself walking across the beach thinking of what I was going to say to Yoshino. "Yoshino, let's go swim." I grabbed his arm and started walking toward the water.

"Eh? Okay! Yanase I'm going to swim with Tori-san now!" The water was freezing. "Tori-san do we really have to swim? The water is so cold!"

"Let's take a walk then." He looked back at Yanase. "Oh...I see. You were having fun before I interupted." If he would rather stay with Yanase I wasn't going to waste my time. "Well, I'll be back at the room if you need me." I grabbed my stuff and started up the trail.

"Hatori is everything okay?" Shouta started to walk after me than stopped. He knew I wanted to be alone. Shouta always knew when people just needed to be left alone. Once inside I let myself fall into the bed. I closed my eyes. Why did he always think of Yanase first? Why wasn't it me? We were together now and nothing changed.

"Tori-san..." Yoshino was standing in the doorway with his hands on legs. He'd probably been running. "Why'd you run off like that?"

"Why? If you prefer Yanase go spend time with him!" I slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Tori-san! It's not like that." Yoshino pounded on the door. "Tori-san! Come on!" I walked over to the door and unlocked it. I opened it a little. "Tori-san!" Yoshino was obnoxiously crying. "I'm sorry..."

"No...I was just being jealous." I sat on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." I pulled Yoshino close to me. "Chiaki." He shivered a little and buried his face in my shoulder.

"It's fine. I know how you feel about Yanase. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that he came here alone. He doesn't have anyone else right now." It was true, but Yanase didn't have anyone because he was trying to steal a certain someone. There was no way I could make him understand. I pushed Yoshino down on the bed and stared down at him.

"You just don't seem to get it." Yoshino squirmed around, but I already had his hands held over his head. I let go and held his hands. "I love you."

I thought he would probably run away when he sat up, but his lips touched mine softly and then forcefully. And now I was looking up at Yoshino as he pushed me down. "It's you who doesn't get it. I love you. It has nothing to do with my friendship with Yanase." I pulled Yoshino against me and hugged him. "Hey! Tori-san! Are you crying?"

"No." I wiped my eyes on his shirt.

"Yes you are." Yoshino wiped away my tears and kissed my cheek. "I'm supposed to be the crybaby Tori-san."

"I couldn't sleep thinking about you being with someone else. I was worried." Yoshino sighed.

"You always worry, but I guess someone has to." Yoshino got up and dug in my bag until he found my pajamas. "You just need a nap. That's why you were acting all cranky. You've always been like that."

I sat up. "That's not true." He smiled. He kneeled in front of the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Put this one on." His hands were shaking slightly and his cheeks were red. Did he really think I would let him strip me without doing anything? I kissed him before he could even think of that as a possibility.

"Don't get so cocky." He would never know how much he drove me crazy.