I have way too many stories on-going right now. I wish I could go back to the old days where all I had was one ongoing story and a million oneshots written. But that'd be no fun, now would it? XD

50 Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hyoutei

Number Thirty-Seven

I will not insist that Atobe likes Tachibana An.

"He does too!" Mukahi insisted, pounding his fist on Atobe's special coffee table. "HE SO DOES TOO!"

"He does not," Shishido countered. "I bet he barely even knows her. He's probably going to be all like 'Who is she? Some random peasant Ore-sama doesn't know about?' or something like that."

"Stop doing your freaking English homework and LISTEN TO ME!!" Mukahi shouted. "Seriously, you're like, addicted to English right now or something."

"I'm just using my time productively, unlike some people."

"Anyways, as I was saying, the reason why I think Atobe likes Tachibana An is that one, he was talking to her after school yesterday, two, he gave her some grip tape, and three, he smiled at her."

"That's hardly any reason to suggest that Atobe likes her."

"IT SO DOES!!" Mukahi argued. "Why in the world would ATOBE of all people talk to a girl, give her grip tape, and then freaking smile at her?!"

"Well maybe he just felt like doing a good deed so that he could lecture about it to us."

"Well there's like, hundreds of other things that he could've done besides giving a girl grip tape and smiling at her."

"What, do you want him to like, magically save a parrot from being eaten by a alligator?"

"Well this is Atobe we're talking about here, and he doesn't just go up to a girl and give her grip tape."

"It's just grip tape. At least he didn't like, give her flowers or something."

"Well to Atobe, grip tape is like, the equivalent of flowers."

"Like hell it is. If Atobe really liked the girl he'd probably force her into his limo, drive her all the way to like, some random six star restaurant and then give her like, really expensive flowers or something."

"Well I still think he likes her."

"Gakuto, you should really give up," Oshitari said. "Whether or not Atobe really likes her is his business, and we shouldn't interfere."

"But Yuushi!" Mukahi complained. "I want to humiliate Atobe, force him into a ditch, make him drink sugar, and then get high of permanent sharpies that cost fifty cents per pack."

"And what would be the point of that?" Oshitari inquired.

"I dunno. Watching him suffer?"

"Now I think you're as sadistic as Fuji."

"That's not my job, that's Yukimura's."

"..."

Just then Atobe had decided to magically come into his living room. No one knows what he was doing outside of his living room while he had guests, and no one will ever know.

"Atobe!" Mukahi jumped up and pointed an accusing finger at said boy. "You like, Tachibana An, don't you?"

Atobe snorted. "Ore-sama does not. Where did you get such information? Ore-sama demands to know."

"I saw you talking to her after school!"

"Because Ore-sama was inquiring on her brother's health."

"I saw you giving grip tape to her!"

"Ore-sama told her to deliver it to her brother."

"I saw you smiling at her!"

"Because she told Ore-sama a funny joke."

"Oh?" Oshitari's eyebrows went up. "What joke was it?"

"What happens when you mix wasabi with water?" Atobe asked.

Mukahi made a face. "Wasabi water, duhh."

"No. Inui Juice."

"..."

"Atobe, that wasn't even remotely funny," Shishido commented.

"Well, apparently Fuji Syusuke told that joke to her," Atobe replied.

"No wonder..."

"That's just disgusting." Mukahi made a face. "Now I really know what Inui juice is made of now. Wasabi, and water. Hm. Yummy."

Coldness is getting to me. U.U