The Right (or maybe wrong) Side of the Bed

Sometimes idioms are two-sided, and you can't tell which one's correct, or in this case, which one feels better and most awkward at the same time or well, the other way around. It's like the one which says, "Waking up at the right side of the bed…"

You see… just thinking about it makes me blush.

Because when I woke this morning, I was on that side of the bed – the feeling-so-comfy-it's-so-right-but-shit-it's-so-awkward-when-I-opened-my-eyes side of the bed. My head was on Reddie's left chest, his left arm wrapping my shoulders and my arms thrown across his torso. And the weird part is that it took me another moment to realize that we're like that!

It's just 5 in the morning so I chose not to freak out. And at the same time, I want to choose not to move because, God, for honesty's sake… it felt good – and I'm scolding myself for this. I felt calm, and for the first time since waking up from this situation, I did not feel like throwing up today. And as weird as it seems, it felt normal. He's so warm, and his scent is soothing…

The only uneasy feeling is the awkwardness. So I started to pull my arms away, and slowly removed his hands on my shoulder… but it only stirred him and he even wrapped his arms around me again, his hands rested on my waist. And then he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead!

Natsume already shifted to lie down on his side, looking at me. There's a pillow between us, but I threw it away and roll over to reach his side. He smiled my favorite smile, it's making me breathless. "Stop smiling…" I said helplessly.

He chuckled and wrapped me with his free arm. "D'you want me to frown and cry?" he asked. "No. Don't say that." "Ok…" he smiled wider. "So what about going out?" he asked again. Out? What? Like a date? He's asking me for a date? "What do you think?" I smiled back, "Of course…" I told him, grinning wider as he pulls me for a light kiss on my lips. "Don't be hasty…" he whispered, I can trace humor in his velvet voice. I pouted. "I am not…" I told him. He chuckled darkly, "You're not? Well it looks like you are…" I can't help but laugh with him and look at him crazily.

I rolled to be on top of him and he received me with his embrace. Once again, I kissed him, lightly but passionately. I love him… and I'm falling more in love with him. Just this one thing— "So…" I started. "Hm?" he responded, brushing stray locks from my face. "What's our status?" I narrowed my eyes a little. He smiled at me and brushed his nose on mine. "MARRIED."

I was about to protest, but my own head pulled me back and silenced me. The only thing that wouldn't calm down now is my heart…

It was getting clearer. It was him. It was me. It was my voice. I just can't believe that he smiled and I was blissful. And I heard his voice, and the word 'married'.

"Hey…" I looked up and saw him looking at me. His face was calm while I can imagine mine was a mess. I think my brain mistakenly told my heart that I'm jogging already as it would not slow its beating.

"I tried not to wake you…" I said, not being able to find anything to say.

"I'm sorry…" then he pulled his arms from me and took the pillow and embraced it instead. "…Looks like we're used to do that on that time…" he added, and I think I heard a little regret, and longing on his tone.

There was a part of me who wanted to agree, but I wanted a shift on the atmosphere. "Imagination is free, go knock yourself out…"

"You're a killjoy." He lazily retorted.

"Does that mean you're happy imagining things like that? Wow, now it sounds like you're the one who's having a bad case of infatuation for me, e?"

"Shut up, ugly!" He riposted. I finally ignored him and prepared myself. It's going to be a long day and I still have to learn some accents.

And weird as it is, the first words I want some Scottish accent on is 'married'.

Arg! I'm a nutcase!

After less than an hour, I was outside, wearing sempai's girlfriend's clothes – a simple light blue knitted sweatshirt, navy ankle-length denim jeans and cream pumps, which is surprisingly my size. Sempai also allowed me to borrow her black tote bag, a printed black and green scarf and a faux leather jacket. I tied my hair in a low pony and started to open Konan's voice messages on how I will negotiate with Jean Louis' girlfriend. Hotaru also sent me some details regarding the woman whom I'm supposed to steal the identity – complete bio, how she likes her coffee, the size of her calorie diet, how she stares at people, her artistic preferences and such.

So my name for today is Greer Lensington. And I am going to befriend Joanne Macri.

"'morning, Mikan-chan!", Sempai greeted. He went straight to the coffee maker and grabbed two cups. He settled one cup in front of me.

"Thanks, Sempai, but as much as I want it, the doctor told me that I can't drink that…" I told him, following the steam of the cup.

"Why, are you sick?" he asked as he sat in front of me.

"No idea…" I shrugged it off, putting back the headset and focused on the getting my business details into my head. On the next second, another steaming cup landed on my side of the table.

"Milk." Was all I can say. Not that I don't like it

"I'll take the coffee, have that one…" it was Reddie… and it was as if nothing happened.

Well, nothing happened. I mean, nothing… no… um… nothing bad… oh God, I'm overreacting.

"Are you allergic to the milk's steam, Mikan? Jesus, you're so red!" Sempai remarked. Reddie smirked and sipped on his coffee while settling on the side of the table. And started tapping on his phone.

Wait a minute, why am I the one who's being made fun of here! It was him who's embracing me! It's not me! Why does it look like I'm the only one here who needs to suffer the predicament!?

"I'm not sure what's wrong with you, Mikan, but there's a ninety-percent possibility that you will be offered coffee on your negotiation drama today, so here…" Megane sempai handed me a small case labeled with Ogasawara Pharmaceuticals. "It's a pill that Nonoko developed to freeze the chance of developing any virus, bad bacteria, or even side-effects on your body in case you're drugged or take any substance. However, you can only take one in a lifetime. So guess it's a good time to use that..."

"Oh… yeah, maybe I should have it today so I am not out of character. She's a huge coffee fan so might as well impersonate her well…" and add to that, Greer's a heavy drinker too.

"You're surprisingly excited for this, huh?" Sempai smiled.

I raised an eyebrow, "Do I have a choice?"

His smile became wider while Reddie raised his eyebrows without looking at me. "Nope, and…" he glances at his watch. "It's time. Your attendant's on the lobby now to pick you up. Guiseppe will give you more details while you prepare.

I gulped the milk and picked up the bag, bolting for the door. "See ya!"