A/N: I couldn't help it, I just wanted to continue this one pretty badly =p call me obsessed, I don't care. By the way, anybody know what "Nadeshiko" is in Japanese? I have a new fic idea, but I have to know what it is if I want to make it work. If anybody knows, it would help me a great deal!
'How can I face him now?' Chiharu asked herself as she brushed her hair and inspected her red and puffy eyes critically. She was up the entire night crying for him, but everytime she thought of him, her eyes would start again. The biggest trouble was, she couldn't lie to him and say nothing was wrong. They knew each other forever and could read each other like an open book in huge print and at primary-school level. It was impossible to lie.
After putting on some makeup, she squinted at herself in the mirror.
"I look like shit, but who cares...No one's going to know the difference..." she growled, but froze. "...nobody but him..."
Chiharu tried some bore foundation, but gave up. No matter how normal she thought she looked, he would always know better.
"Ugh. Screw this..." she snapped and threw her cosmetics into her purse and ran out the door. She was meeting the rest of the gang at the mall and going to the movies...Thank goodness so she wouldn't have to see Takashi (aka Yamazaki) make goo-goo eyes at Sakura....
'SNAP OUT OF IT MIHARA!!!!!'
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Again, Chiharu is early, and the first one there. This always happens, so she came prepared. She walked to Starbucks (gotta luv that place =3), ordered some coffee, sat down, and pulled out some unfinished overdue homework (LOL) After 5 minutes of peace and quiet, someone abruptly took a seat across the table from her. Chiharu's head jerked up to see a pair of closed eyes and a smile.
"Did you know that--"
"BAKASHI!!!!!" Chiharu smacked Takashi on the head with her algebra book (gosh i hate it when people do that....) and used the nickname she always cried when she was pissed at him.
Takashi just grinned and leaned over at her work.
"y=mx+b, Chiharu, not x=mx+b. That just makes no sense."
'*sigh* why does he always do this to me...He just doesn't get the point, does he...'
"Shut up. Algebra's not my strong point..." she growled and shut the book on his finger.
As Yamazaki yowled in pain, Chiharu chuckled and packed up her homework.
"Is anyone there yet?"
"Nop, just you and me....all alone....."
"Oh, what a tragedy..."
"Chiharu-chan, you hurt me..."
She flashed him her best grin.
"That's the point, dearest Takashi-kun," she said, looking up at him.
He froze and tilted his head a bit to the side, looking at her face.
'Crap. 3...2...1...--'
"Chiharu-chan, were you crying last night?"
'Ugh. Yamazaki- 1, Mihara- 0....'
"Err....no, wh-why would y-you ask?"
'Smooth, Mihara, smoooooooth....'
"Weeeeeelll...."
'crap'
"Since we HAVE known each other since like....EVER...."
'Talk faster, you hot idiot, talk faster....'
"...you just stuttered, and you only stutter if you're nervous or lying. You're never (or at least SHOULDNT BE) nervous around me, so that means that you were just lying..."
'Yeah, ok, MOVING ON ALREADY....'
"I can read you like an open book, Chiharu, you know that..."
'He opens his mouth and all I can hear is "blah blah blah..." well at least I WISH it was liek that....'
With a blink of an eye, Yamazaki's face was just an inch away from hers. Chiharu was too stunned to move. SHe could just feel the warmth of his breath on her lips and it was driving her insane. She was about to burst out and confess her feelings, but she held it down, however she couldn't hold down her blush.
"Chiharu, just tell me what's up. If there's some guy hurting you, it's my duty as your best guy-friend to protect you. If there's anything bugging you, it's my job to stop it...."
Her blue eyes were lost in his warm chocolate colored eyes, but she managed to turn away and choke out "I-I'm not ready to tell anyone yet....b-but when I am..."
She turned to face him properly.
"You'll be the first to know. I promise."
TBC
