This chapter's pretty shirt- more of a filler chapter so we can get to the GOOD STUFF (which is next chapter hint hint)

And to Tsuray, as much as I'd love to fulfill your wishes, I am underaged and cannot write anything rated M :P

I'm actually really happy with how this fic is turning out, I've pretty much got everything planned out till the very last chapter! Thanks to everyone who's been with me since chapter 1, it's very much appreciated! :)

I made that sound like I'm ending the fic soon DON'T WORRY THERES LIKE TEN MORE CHAPTERS! (really bad estimate). Sorry if I'm rambling it's really really late and I don't even know if this A/N is making sense anymore- so just go on and read the chapter~

"Why, that's a script, dearest." he replies innocently. I shoot a glare his way.

"No shit, Sherlock," I say, a scowl on my face. "I meant why the hell did you choose this scene out of all the others?!" I demand. He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I like this one," he replies casually. "Why? Are you not confident in your acting skills?" he asks, knowing very well that would piss me off. My eyes narrow even more at him.

"Are you possibly suggesting that you're a better actor than me?" I ask in disbelief. His lips curl into a smirk.

"Why, yes I am. Want to prove me wrong?" he says, tapping his index finger on my script a couple times. I let out a loud frustrated sigh, bringing my hand near his and flicking his finger off the page.

"Watch me, Takumi."

"I-I d-don-"

"Yes, Melanie?" he asks, leaning in even closer. My face is an unnatural shade of red, I can already tell.

"I- UGH! CAN YOU NOT GET SO CLOSE?!" I exclaim, pushing him off of me. He smirks again.

"What's wrong?" he inquires, though he knows fully well what the hell is wrong. I glare at him.

"Well, there's this one guy I know that won't stop sexually harassing me. Any tips?" I respond sarcastically. His smirk only widens at that.

"Actually, I do have a tip." he begins. "I suggest that you let that guy do whatever he pleases." he says. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Wow, great advice." I reply, my tone still sarcastic as ever.

"No problem. I'm full of good advice," he jokes.

"Oh really," I say dryly, still feeling a bit bitter over the fact that he forced me into acting out this scene.

"Yep. Want to hear another piece of advice?" he asks. I sigh and shrug. Maybe if I sidetrack him enough he'll forget about doing the scene…?

"I guess," I reply. His smirk suddenly vanished and is soon replaced by a straight face. What was his problem?

"If you're desperate to see your incredibly hot boyfriend, do not jump off a staircase to get his attention-"

"I DID NOT JUMP OFF THE STAIRCASE TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!" I protest. "And what kind of description is that?! Incredibly hot?! God, you're conceited!" I fume. He chuckles.

"I never said any names…all that was in your head, Misaki~" he teases. Suddenly, he leans over me again, and corners me against one of the couch's armrests.

"W-What the hell are you doing?! Get off me-"

"Why? Does this make you nervous?" he asks. My eyes widen in shock. Was I that easy to read?

"N-No, it doesn't…" I deny. He smirks, and that's when I know I have no chance against him.

"Really now? Don't deny it, Misaki. I can hear your heartbeat from here," he says, causing my face to turn a red color.

"C-Can you r-really…?" I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Oh god, that's so embarrassing!

He casually retreats back to him normal sitting position as if nothing ever happened, that same annoying smirk on his face.

"Nope. I can't actually hear it, your reactions just make it obvious," he responds. My face turned even redder at the fact that I fell for his trick.

"Y-You're such a w-weirdo…" I murmur, pointing an accusatory finger at him. In response, he swiftly grabs my hand and plants a kiss on the back of it. I immediately pull my hand away from him and put it in my lap awkwardly. He chuckles at my reaction.

"You're so cute," he comments. I roll my eyes at that as if it didn't affect me whatsoever, but the blush on my face said otherwise.

"W-Whatever…" I mutter. "W-We should get back to practicing our lines now," I suggest. The smirk on his face that had disappeared soon came back after I said those words.

"So eager to make out with me, Mi-sa-ki?" he hums, stressing each syllable of my name. My eye twitches.

"You…" I murmur, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. Amusement was now clearly evident on his face.

"Me…?" he asks. I glare at him.

"You're such an idio-"

"Okay, again from the top," he instructs suddenly, cutting me off from ranting. Nevertheless, I glance at the script and remember the first few lines, getting ready to act.

"Aaron, I want you to stay away from me you pervert," I say, making sure to say the last part in the most threatening tone I could muster up. Takumi raises an eyebrow.

"If you can't even follow a script, how am I ever going to believe you actually know how to act?" he asks. I take it as a challenge. Just this once, I decide to shut my mouth and hold back any rude remarks.

"Sorry, that was my bad." I apologize sweetly, though with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. He smirks victoriously. "Aaron, I want you to kiss me," I say, my jaw clenching all the while. Why did my pride always have to get the best of me?!

"Your wish is my command, Melanie." he recites, before quickly pressing his lips against mine as if I were going to run away if he didn't hurry. That was probably true.

"Mm," I try to protest, only to get pushed down onto the couch and pinned down by his larger figure. My head laid awkwardly against the armrest, but I chose to ignore it for now.

He pulled his lips away from mine, only to bring them to my ear. He took my earlobe gently between his teeth and nipped it, causing me to shudder…in a good way.

"Nnh, Takumi, s-stop…" I gasp.

"That's not written on the script, Misaki~" he whispers into my ear, the feeling of his breath and voice directly in my ear overwhelming.

"W-Well, this isn't on the script e-either," I point out. As far as I know, this should've been over after the kiss.

All of a sudden, he stops. He crawls off me and raises his hands in surrender. I give him a look of confusion, which he only responds to with a nonchalant shrug- as if he weren't driving me crazy just seconds ago.

"Looks like you caught me red-handed," he announces. "As expected of Misaki," he chuckles. I sit up, my neck hurting a bit from the position we were in earlier. I'll admit, I am a bit disappointed that I stopped our little…session early.

"That's right," I agree half-heartedly. "Don't ever underestimate me, got that?"

"I wouldn't dare. I certainly wasn't disappointed with the improvement of your kissing skills." he remarks, eyeing me carefully as if waiting for me to lash out on him.

"You weren't bad yourself," I say, my face dark red. Well, I couldn't always be predictable, could I? Besides, there's nothing wrong with complimenting your…boyfriend.

"Aww, Misaki loves me!"

Scratch that. Being nice to an alien is never the right decision.

Next chapter's gonna be more exciting and longer, don't worry XD

School's starting for me in 3 days (Sept 7), so if you haven't noticed, I'm trying to shove in tons of updates before then! Honestly, our school isn't even that strict or hard, so I'll probably still have lots of time to write, but you never know!