Disclaimer: I wish I owned Alice Academy , if you are going to use this as evidence against me, maybe you'd want to take notice of the word between the two I's.

Oh, and I don't own full house either.

A/N; this is mainly based on the Korean soap opera Full house, well, I think it's a soap opera, take note of the words I THINK , so don't get mad if I'm wrong, okay? Ok.. well it's mainly based but not exactly. Just r&r to judge it yourself.

Legend:

" "- talking

' '-thinking

-dif view

Rented

Chapter one: on the verge

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"Mr. Hyuuga!" There were reporters surrounding him asking about the latest issue about him in the papers.


Slowly the light that marked new day lit up the whole place and slowly irritated the auburn haired lady sleeping on the desk, right in front of her open laptop.

"Eh.." she groaned, still sleepy. She slowly sat up as she wiped some drool on the side of her cheek and a few strands of hair stuck with it.

She blocked the light shining brightly on her face with her hand as she recovered from the lack of sleep she had last night. She then tuned her attention to the black screen of her laptop.. "I guess it ran out of juice last night, wait my file, did I save it?" she slapped herself. Darn it." She sighed "I'll find out later." She plugged in the charger into the nearby sockets.

She opened the refrigerator's door as she blindly looked for the carton of juice.

She drank some down and sighed, still thinking about the file she forgot to save.

'what did I type?' she thought to herself. "Now I have to make a different continuation…" she drank some more milk. 'Now.. Why did he come back?... once he left, that's it… why did he come back!' she thought waving her free hand in the air from frustration. Suddenly she was hit, she smiled and slapped her head, "that's right" she ran back to the charging laptop unconsciously spilling some milk.

She typed furiously. "she was pregnant… with his child." she smiled to herself "yes this is getting good…. better than the unsaved one, whatever it was.." she exclaimed clasping her hands together in joy.

"They found love and understanding and something more in each other's eyes." She continued. "She whispered in his ear with smile "'from the first moment I saw you…I…'" she paused. "'..I….knew.., I…knew what kind of man…'"

Suddenly the door rang.

"ugh.." she sighed. "WAIT A MINUTE!" she shouted shuffling to get to the door.

She combed her hair with her fingers and straightened out her pajamas.

"Yes?" she asked politely as she opened the door.

"Ms. Sakura?"

"Uh..yeah?."

He handed her two envelopes. "What's this?" she asked curiously

"That's you water and electricity bill."

"But I told them to charge it directly to my credit card." She said defensively.

"yes, but your card has been declined."

"uh.." she said embarrassed. "well…, uh..thanks." She closed the door as she sighed. "what would I do now?---my story isn't finished yet…" she looked at her surroundings

"how can I earn the money?." She leaned on the doorframe. "Let's face it." She continued to talk to herself. "I can't keep this big house any longer, it's just using up to much power, and I don't even get to enjoy it, let alone use it."

She headed to the kitchen once again to post the bills on the refrigerator.

'I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' she stomped her feet violently.

She continued to write her story again. 'there's no way I can pay them off by the due date at this rate.' "wait I could, yes… I could rent the rooms, and still.. Yes.. that could work! "

"You'll do an interview upon arrival, and the shooting starts the next day. There will be a staff there to meet you." His manger said flipping through his schedule. "We'll finalize the advertising contract there as well." He continued. "Have you seen this article?" he handed the daily newspaper. "About you and actress Shinobu Edogawa, this is your second scandal this month." Natsume took the newspaper and scanned over it.

He folded paper and ignored it. "Are you looking for my new house?" he was irritated by the reporters always bothering him and so he decided to just ignore, mostly everything.

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A/N: so? waddya guys think? stupid? unoriginal? stupid? annoying? whatever you think.. type! go on review.. review.. review! well go on, please, I don't mind if it's short, as long as it's constructive or meaningful. Flames are wellll... uh.. it depends but go on. I'm pro freedom of speech ;) –wait was that right?