A/N: Sorry if this took so long. I was busy with my schoolwork (damn that school!). And Shigeki became OOC in the previous chapter . . . I'll try to fix things with this new one. This chapter is as short as the other chapters but I promise that I'll try to make the next one faster and longer. Don't forget that I work faster if I get more reviews. Thanks to all who reviewed my previous chapter! And yeah, thanks to tensaipira for reminding me last time about this fic via email! This is it . . . Chapter 15 . . . nope, it isn't the last chapter yet. This fan fiction will hopefully last longer.

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Chapter 15

Sendoh, Sendoh, Sendoh, Sendoh. What is wrong with him? I hated it when he ignored me last night and he drifted in his Sendoh-ish reverie. He's becoming prouder and prouder and he receives fame openly in the palm of his hands, rolls it into basketball and throws it at my face. But as a "friend" as I have always been, I'll try to bare with this emotional stage of his but give him a lecture or slap his face when he's overboard.

That's what Sendoh only sees in me . . . As a friend. He never saw me as a part of the female species anyway. He did make cowardly moves at me but he never dared to continue. It's rather sick when you think about it. Your best friend hits on you but he never considered you more than anything else but a friend. I'm sick of it because I'm sick of waiting. Maybe I can make a move. What would I do? Flirt with him constantly. Maybe . . . I could try . . . but not now.

Yawning, I closed the gate of our house. I wasn't surprised when I saw Sendoh patiently waiting for me. How . . . sweet. I looked at him, waiting for him to speak. I didn't even greet my "best" friend. I'm really an asshole.

"Hey," Sendoh greeted blithely.

"Hey," I replied sullenly.

"I'm sorry about last night," he said, as we started walking our way to school.

"So you're finally sorry about selfishly ignoring me because of your extreme arrogance and stubbornness?" I asked coolly.

"Well, yeah," Sendoh smiled, putting his arm around me. I loved the warmth that he gave me. It made me feel quite better.

"It's no big deal anyway," I smiled coyly, "I kind of overreacted."

"But it's totally *my* fault," Sendoh insisted.

"Not totally," I retorted. "Besides I was the one who got angry."

"Hey, are we going to waste our time arguing about whose fault was it?" Sendoh asked, grinning.

"We could. It does make me feel excellent," I replied, noticing that his arm was still wrapped around me protectively. Maybe he's making another move.

"Well, if it does make you feel *better*, we could argue the rest of our way," Sendoh suggested.

I looked at him once more. "Nah . . . Anyway, about Shigeki . . ."

"What about Shigeki," Sendoh said suddenly seriously. He does really dislike him, doesn't he?

"Well, he's acting pretty weird lately," I remarked.

"He always is weird," Sendoh joked. I laughed of course.

"No, I mean, weirder than before," I explained.

"So his gentleman act wore off that quickly. I'm not surprised," Sendoh frowned.

"It's all an act? I thought it was all genuine," I said, impressed with how Shigeki acted. He could be in a drama school.

"He once said that he does that only to attract chicks," Sendoh continued.

I can't make any positive remarks about Shigeki since last night when he caught me. Didn't he know that I was just *using* him to make Sendoh jealous. My plan didn't work out and Shigeki just got the impression that I *liked* the idiot that he is. He even called last night . . . this is what happened.

"Hello? This is Nanami. Who's calling?" I said politely on the phone.

"Hey, Nanami," a deep voice sounded.

"Who's this?" I asked curiously.

"It's me, Shigeki."

I rolled my eyes. "What now, lamebrain?"

Shigeki chuckled. "Oh, nothing. I just desire to hear your voice . . ."

"You heard it, now goodbye," I grumbled.

"Why are you concealing your emotions from me Nanami? That's bad for you. I'm not going to bite."

"I'm not concealing my emotions from you, nor from anyone!" I answered indignantly.

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Annoyed, I hung up. That was it!

He was really like his brother . . . Teijirou. They're both a pain . . . a big nasty pain. Speaking of the devil . . . I heard his sound footsteps from behind, running after Sendoh and I.

"Good morning Nanami," Shigeki greeted sweetly, walking in his normal speed and smiling to me sweetly.

I noticed Sendoh's arm holding me more possessively that I almost blushed. I just mumbled to Shigeki, "Good morning your face."

Shigeki laughed. "That is one of the things I like about you. Your sense of humor."

I laughed too, sarcastically. "And that's one the things I hate about you . . . your smugness."

"But the more you hate, the more you love," Shigeki replied.

"I don't hate. I dislike."

"But you just said you hate me."

"Then leave it that way. The discussion is adjourned," I grinned. The voice in my head reminded me again of my thoughts this morning. Instead of waiting for a move from Sendoh . . . I'll make a move myself.

I put my hand on his back and around Sendoh's waist and ignored Shigeki's quizzical look. Sendoh didn't seem to mind.

Because he does think that my actions are based upon our friendship.

But actions speak louder than words, don't they?

But words are the best way of communication.

So today . . . I'm determined to confess my hidden feelings for the man I truly love and the best friend I ever had.

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