Okay. I got some complaints last chapter. Yes, I admit that the Amuto part was a little unrealistic—Amu's only twelve, after all.

Now to the bigger complaint: I have been accused of ripping off a certain fanfiction. I can assure you that I had never read this fanfic until I read two reviews complaining that I was copying off. While there are some creepily similar parts, there are also some differences, such as the ages and grades. This fanfic is not meant to resemble any other fanfic in any way and the plot line is going to be going in a different direction.

Anyways, let's begin.

April 11th

"What should we do?" Amu complains. It's around ten in the morning and we're all stuck in the cabin.

"Play tag," Kukai suggests.

"It's raining outside, that's sort of the reason why we're not kayaking like we were supposed to?" Utau says.

"Then let's play inside," Kukai shrugs.

"There's no room!" Utau sighs, exasperated.

"Strip poker!" Ikuto cheers.

"NO!" Amu, Nagi, Utau, and I yell.

"Here, I printed out this cool quiz thing from the Internet," Amu suggests, pulling out a sheet of paper.

"I hate quizzes!" I groan.

"Yaya does too!"

"No, it's a fun kind, and you don't get graded," Amu assures us.

I snatch the paper from her and read it.

Write ten people's names down.

"This looks boring," I say, handing it back to Amu.

Amu quickly grabs a pen from Utau and begins scribbling down. I lean over to see what she's writing.

Rima

Nagihiko

Yaya

Utau

Kairi

Amu

Kukai

Ikuto

Tadase

Rima

"Hey, you wrote my name twice!" I complain.

"I couldn't think of anyone else," Amu says sheepishly.

I grab the paper from her, scribble out my name and replace it with Saaya's.

Q1: What would 3 do if he/she saw 10 and 6 beating each other up?

"She'd walk up to us and ask for candy," Amu says.

"Who'd win? Saaya versus Amu…" Ikuto murmurs.

"Remember back when she had that popularity contest between you two?" I ask Amu.

"Oh, god, yes," Amu sighs. "It's not like popularity's a huge deal, anyway…"

"Yaya wants a doughnut!" Yaya yells randomly.

Q2: What would 8 do if he/she saw 9 and 5 making out?

"…."

"I'm not GAY!" Tadase complains.

"Really? I never would've guessed," Utau says. I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not.

"I'd probably be all 'WTF' and walk away," Ikuto says.

"Kairi and Tadase…oh, I don't want to imagine that," Amu says, obviously grossed out.

"I'm just trying to hold in my laughter," Nagi shrugs, his lips creeping up into a smile.

Q3: What would be better: 1 and 2 or 1 and 4?

"Nagihiko, obviously!" I yell. Oh my god, did I actually say that? I clap my hands over my mouth, my cheeks burning, but it's too late. They heard me.

Nagi chuckles. "Rima…"

"I-It's only because you're a guy, and Utau's not!" I protest.

"Right," Nagi says, obviously trying not to laugh.

"This game is stupid. Let's do something else," I snap.

"Spin the Bottle!" Yaya yells.

"NO!" I shout.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Ikuto declares.

"No way!" Nagi, Amu, Utau, and I scream.

"Duck, Duck, Goose!" Yaya shouts again.

"I guess that'd be okay," Kukai nods.

"I haven't played that since first grade," Utau sneers.

"Yaya'll go first!" Yaya squeals.

"Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck…" she walks around patting our heads.

Ten minutes later

"…Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck—"

"I'm SICK AND TIRED of being called a duck! Just pick a freaking goose already!" I shout.

"Yaya, the object of the game is for you to choose a 'goose'," Kairi sweatdrops.

"Goose!" she shrieks, kicking me in the back.

Of course. She'd choose the slowest runner in the group.

I end up having to choose the next goose. I dash around the circle (um, actually, it's more like an octagon). "Duck…duck…duck…" I choose Nagihiko. I swear, I didn't plan it! It was random!

"Why'd you choose him?" Amu asks.

"She wants him to chase her!" Ikuto hoots.

"Wh-what? Of course not! No! It was random!" I yell, feeling my cheeks begin to burn.

"Your cheeks are turning red," Nagihiko grins.

"Sh-shut up!" I stammer. Shoot, why do I keep stuttering?

"Chibi apple!" Nagi shouts. "The red kind!"

"Your metaphors need work," I smirk.

"Yeah," he nods. He taps me lightly on the shoulder. "Okay, I tagged you. Now you have to pick the next goose again."

"Ugh!" I curse, looking down and stamping my feet.

"You look cute when you're upset," Nagi teases.

"Yaya has to go to the bathroom!" Yaya announces (unnecessarily), running into the other room.

"Yaya…the bathroom is outside!" I yell, but she either doesn't hear me or ignores me.

Then I hear a huge crash from the other room.

NAGIHIKO'S JOURNAL

A crash comes from the other room, just as I'd planned with Kukai, Kairi, Amu, and Yaya yesterday while Rima was delirious.

The others will run to the room, leaving me alone with Rima. Then I'll confess…and then…

Best-case scenario:

"Oh my goodness, Nagi-koi, I feel the same way about you!" Rima hugs me tightly. "You were always my prince!"

"Did… someone… just…. say…PRINCE?" Tadase yells. A yellow crown appears on his head. "LISTEN, PEASANTS! I AM NOT A PRINCE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M LAUGHING INSANELY LIKE A CLOWN ON CRACK! HOHOHOHO! I JUST RANDOMLY TURNED INTO SANTA! MUAHAHAHA! WORLD DOMINATION! I WILL CONQUER THE WORLD!"

"WTF, Tadase?" Rima sneers. "I swear he's got to be on hallucinogens or something."

"Yeah…" I sweatdrop. "Anyways, Rima, let's ignore him…and get back to our—"

"You don't have to say anything," she says, placing a finger on my lips and winking. "I'll take over from here."

Actually, no, I won't allow myself to finish that fantasy. And now that I think of it, the best-case scenario probably wouldn't have Tadase laughing maniacally in the background.

But…

Most-likely scenario (a.k.a. worst-case scenario):

"What the heck, Nagihiko? Have you had too much booze or something?" she snarls.

"I don't drink," I protest. "No, my feelings are real!"

"Well, no! I don't like you, in fact I hate you! You're so not the guy for me! In fact, I've been secretly dating Tadase since February!"

"Wh-what?" I stutter.

"You heard the lady," Tadase says, walking over and placing a wet one on Rima's lips.

"You've got to be kidding. Why him, Rima? Why him?" I mutter.

"He's cuter than you, smarter than you, less annoying than you, has a better personality than you, is more popular than you, and most of all, HE'S NOT A PURPLE-HEADED CROSSDRESSER!" she shrieks.

Okay, now that I think about it, that's probably not the most-likely scenario. I just can't picture Rima and Tadase dating.

No, actually, yes, I can. Because that truly happened once.

But…they broke up, right?

Yes, yes, they did. They had to! Oh my god. I'm not sure if I'm ready to go through this.

"Be brave, Nagihiko," Temari whispers to me. I nod at her.

"Anyways, we probably should check that out," Amu says.

"Yeah," Rima nods, straightening up and walking towards the doorway between the two rooms.

No! She can't go! That'll ruin the plan!

"Actually, Rima, you probably should stay here," Amu laughs nervously.

"No way! Finally, something sort of interesting is happening!" she protests.

"There might be blood," Kukai tries. "You're scared of blood, right?"

"What? No, 'course not," Rima says, puzzled.

"Um, what he meant was, Nagi's scared of blood," Amu says.

What? Since when?

Rima looks at me, her eyebrows raised. I grin sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, it must've been because I was raised as Nadeshiko. Nadeshiko was scared of rats and stuff, so I guess the fears stuck?" I'm not sure if that even makes sense.

"So? What if he's scared of blood?" Rima asks.

"Don't you want to stay with him so he won't be lonely?" Amu asks.

Ugh, that makes me sound like I'm five years old or something.

"You'll get alone time with him," Amu adds.

"Shut up! He heard you!" Rima hisses, side-glancing at me. I immediately play dumb.

"Huh? Hear what?" I ask.

Amu shrugs at her. Rima glares back. "Okay, fine, I'll stay here."

"Yeah, okay, we'll be in the other room!" Amu says, strolling out.

I take a deep breath, because I'm about to perform the hardest role ever. Not any of my dance roles, not even Nadeshiko.

I'm going to have to be honest this time. Going to have to be myself. And I don't even know who that is.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

That's the sound of my forehead hitting my desk. I am told it is called a headdesk.

Writer's block sucks. That's why I didn't update for, what, two weeks? I was just staring at the open Microsoft Word document blankly, wondering what the fudge I was going to write about. And then, once I finished, I had to go to Wyoming and our cabin had no Wi-Fi so I couldn't publish. By the way, did anyone else hear about the Yellowstone bear mauling? My family was planning to go hike the trailer where the killing took place later that day O_O.

But yay, the return of Nagi's Journal! I haven't written in his POV for a long time.

Anyways, I'm hoping for fluff in the next chapter. I love fluff!

Thanks for reading!