Holyhigh-lights: Hey! Welcome to my first FanFiction! I'm new to the site! I want to thank Blue Fluff for letting me use the beginning Idea for this story. Thanks a ton and I hope to read more of yours soon! Well, I don't think you clicked this to read my blabbing... so on to the story, SHALL WE!

Unrequited Love

A young girl in high school walked down the sidewalk of her neiborhood, end lessly pulling at the unfamiliar skirt about her waist. She had never really liked skirts and wasn't used to wearing them, let alone the light blue tank-top that showed alot more skin then she would normally be comfortable with. She was also wearing her hair completely down (for once)and had dashed some make-up onto her face.

Miaka ----- wasn'ta tom-boy or anything, but she'd never been comfortable with getting all "dolled-up." The only reason she had dressed up and her hands were shaking, was because she was going to meet up with Him. Miaka wouldn't have gone through the trouble for any other guy, but for Him, she'd do anything!

She had been sitting calmly at home, snacking and studying, when her best friend and secret love, Taka, had called her up saying that he'd wanted to talk with her. He'd said it was important and asked for her to meet him at the local coffee shop. Miaka had nearly dropped the phone.

Taka had been dating some prissy rich girl for the pastseven months, much too long from Miaka's veiw. What was that girl's name again? It started with a 'Y' or something? Oh! who cared! Taka had most deffinately broken up with the little... hussy... and now just wanted Miaka to be with him so he wouldn't be alone. Yes, that was deffinately it! At least, that's what Miaka was telling herself. And so, Miaka had gotten all dressed up and had run excitedly out of the house. She had made up her mind that today was the day she would finally tell him! Today, she would finally tell Taka how much she loved him and that he could forget... what's her face... amd just be with her now! So what if he was two years older than her and in college? Miaka knew that he would love her back! Everything was going to happen today!

Miaka stopped in front of the coffee shop, still pulling nervously at her skirt. She looked at her unfamiliar reflection in one of the windows and fussed for a few moments with her brown locks of hair.

'Ok Miaka, just like you practiced. Just come out and say "Taka, I love you!" yeah, that's it! This is a whole new day!' Miaka counciled herself before taking a deep breath, and plunging into the coffe shop.

She found him instantly, his short, dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes.Taka had chosen a corner booth near the entrance and was currently fiddling with his hands. Miaka smiled at his nervous habit and headed over to the table.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" she said happily, sitting down. Taka just stared at her for a long time, causing Miaka to blush slightly.

"MIAKA!" he exclaimed. "Wow! You look great! I've never seen you so dressed up!"

"Well, I'm turning over a new leaf!" Miaka lied, pleased that he liked the change. Taka cleared his throat and smiled at his best friend.

"So," Miaka started after a moment. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

'You're dumping what's her face!' Miaka answered for him in her mind.

"Right," Taka snapped back to the reason he had asked her there. "Well, you know how I've been seeing Yui for seven months now?"

'Yui, right, that's her name. What about her?' Miaka said in her mind, but it came out as "Uh-huh."

"Well, uh..." Taka faltered for a moment. "Heh, Miaka... I asked her to marry me."

'Oh, god! please tell me she said no!' Miaka pleaded in her mind, trying to keep a horror-stricken look off of her face. 'PLEASE! SHE SAID NO!'

"And she said yes," Taka said, smiling. "We're getting married!"

Miaka felt as if someone had torn out her heart. Her entire world was crashing down on her head. How could this be happening? This was they day he was supposed to love her... not that Yui chick... HER! How could this happen?

Miaka didn't move, it hurt to much to move, just the thought of it hurt. What tore at her more was Taka's broad smile. What was he smiling about? He had just torn her apart from the inside and he was smiling?

Taka shifted as Miaka just continued to stare at him. What was wrong with her?

"Miaka... are you...?" he started.

"No," she cut him off, almost whispering the world. Then her voice grew in volume. "No... NO! You're kidding aren't you? TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING TAKA!"

Miaka couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She couldn't take this! She didn't want him to see her cry! Before Taka could react, Miaka burst into a run and flew out of the coffee shop.

"Miaka? MIAKA!" Taka called after her, but she was too fast and was soon lost to his sight.

Miaka kept running, ignoring Taka's pleading calls for her to stop, to come back. She couldn't go back, not to him, not ever. Hadn't he known how much she loved him? Miaka kept running, her vision blurred by the tears streaming from her eyes. Miaka stumbled as she ran into someone. She fell to the ground, yelping as her but hit the hard pavement.

"I'm sorry!" a strong male voice said and she was vaguely aware of someone helping her stand. "You ok, lady?"

Miaka shoved away from the person and kept running, unaware that she had lost a shoe and her purse when she fell. The young man with orange hair picked up the lost items, and headed after the hysterical girl.

The next thing Miaka could clearly remember was having her face burried in her pillow as she wept in her room. Her mother sat beside her, gently patting her back and doing anything to try and help cheer her daughter up.

"Miaka, I'm so sorry dear," she said gently, trying to soothe her daughter's sobs.

"Mom," Miaka started sitting up and trying to stop her tears long enough to talk. "Could you hicdo something hic for me?"

"If Taka comes over or calls, tel him you're not home?" her mother guessed. Miaka bit her lip and nodded.

"I can't face him," she said, her shoulders shaking violently. Her mother silently nodded in understanding.

"Of course, dear," she said quietly. She kissed Miaka's forehead and stood. "When you feel well enough, come downstairs and I'll make some cocoa, all right?"

"Thanks mom," Miaka choked. Her mother left then, and Miaka once again burried her face in the pillow.

-----30 minutes later-----

Miaka stared at her ceiling now. She still wanted to cry, but found that she had no more tears left. Hauling herself up... Miaka glumly headed downstairs for the promised cocoa.

Holyhigh-lights: I know Blue Fluff this is alot like your story this chapter. Don't worry, it REALLY seperates next chapter... I SWEAR! I'd love reviews and I'll try and update again soon! kk, later y'all!