Chapter Eight
Amane
How do you know you like someone? You know, like like someone, I'm eight years old, and I think I know how to tell. If you think about them all the time, if they make your heart beat faster when they talk to you, and if you spend all morning staring at the class room door until they come in, I think it's a safe bet that you really like them.
Well, I really like Asami.
"What are you spacing out about?" my brother, Tsukasa elbows me hard in the shoulder, it hurts, but I don't think he means it.
"Oh, Homework, I'm getting really behind." I feel bad lying to him, but if I bring up Asami he gets really mad, he gets kind of jealous about things like that sometimes. And I don't like making him angry.
"Yeah, right," he rolls his eyes. Tsukasa is younger than me, by 4 minutes, and he's a lot different than me in personality, but we look exactly alike, even Mom has mistaken us before.
Summer break is coming up and there are posters for the upcoming summer festival pasted all over town. Tsukasa is staring at one, obviously excited. We always have fun at the festival, though, because Tsukasa is always pushing and pulling, we usually get lost.
I want to ask Mom if I can invite Asami along, I wonder what Asami would look like in a summer yukata. "Tsukasa, can't we ask Asami to come along? Just this one time?"
Tsukasa turns to me, his face surprisingly open and cheerful. "You know," he says in a sing-song voice, "I'm going to break that Asami girl, you'll see."
