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And I have been busy studying (yes, studying). :)

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These past few days has been pretty good.

In fact, it has been amazing. Or at least, Natsume has been amazing.

He would wait for me by the door after every class, talk to me while I head to my next class, walk me home, smile at me... everything that I have ever dreamed of. No, not really.

And you could say that I am in love with the most amazing guy in the world.

I used to think that he's a snob, but he's actually a really friendly person.

I am so honored.

Although, I hate the stares I get from the people who see us together. Natsume doesn't seem to mind this at all, but it still bothers me.

I see the way his friends' eyes smile in a teasing way when we pass by them. I just fix my glasses and turn away. Don't even get me started on those girls with their short skirts and eyeliners. They shoot glares at me, to the point that I feel the heat of their stares burn my skin. I talked to Hotaru about it, and she seemed like she was expecting this.

"Natsume is popular in a good way. You are popular in a bad way. No offense." Yeah, sure. How could I be offended by that?

So, yeah. I understand where Hotaru is coming from, but can't they give me a break?

"Have you decided on what to wear to prom yet?" I heard a girl ask her friend excitedly. That reminded me.

I needed to look for a dress. That won't make suffocate me.

I sighed. There was only one person who could help me, and one person only.

"Please go with me to the mall!" I begged Hotaru. I was already on my knees, pleading.

She just crossed her arms and looked away.

Apparently, Hotaru's mom is making her dress. Lucky her.

"No." She said firmly. I sighed.

Here goes nothing.

"I'll... buy your shoes." My heart fell as I said those words.

I guess I'm going home broke tonight.

She looked at me, apparently looking down at me. Yey, the almighty Hotaru has heard me pleas.

"Alright, then. And you have to pay for my lunch. I'm not walking around with any food. Sheesh, being your best friend takes a lot of work."

"Yeah, we should try switching roles sometimes." I say as I bring out my wallet.

She pondered for awhile. "No, I think I like where I'm at."

"Well, that makes one of us." I say, counting my money.

"So, where should we look first?" I ask Hotaru as we enter into the mall doors.

She looks around and points. "How about over there?"

"That's a restaurant."

She drags me to it. "My point exactly."

I sigh for the nth time.

I know I should be eternally grateful for having a best friend who cares for you, but Hotaru is just unbelievable!

She ordered two meals, three appetizers, a bottomless lemonade drink, and a chocolate-flavored sundae. With a cherry on top.

I ordered house water and spaghetti, in hopes to save even just a little.

And as always, I don't.

"Let's hurry up," I say. "I don't wanna end up being the one in the ugly pink shiny dress."

But then I realized. All the pretty dresses are petite sized.

Nothing would ever look good on me.

I looked at my empty plate. Hotaru seemed to have noticed. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, and called me.

"Hey, we aren't going home until I am sure we have found the perfect dress. Hey, at least you won't have to wear pads under your dress, unlike that Luna brat."

I looked at her. I smiled.

Maybe I like my role, too.

"Thanks, Hotaru."

"Oh, and I can buy my own shoes. I was kidding earlier."

Now, I truly am grateful.

The past two hours has been living hell for me.

We searched frantically each store that might have a prom dress that could fit me.

My arms are red from the violent pulling of dresses off me. I even ripped a dress.

I didn't tell the saleslady, though.

But I guess everything paid of, because I found the perfect dress.

Or at least that was what Hotaru told me.

I emerged from the dressing room wearing black gown, with white designs embroidered into the cloth. Her mouth gaped. She her eyes smiled.

She told the saleslady to wrap the gown up, because we're buying it.

I was satisfied that I had FINALLY found a dress, but then I checked the price.

I guess I'm using my credit card.

Now it's time for the shoes.

Every girl anticipating for prom prefers a nice pair of stilettos to match perfectly with her shiny dress.

Except for me. I don't know how to walk in stilettos. I despise the one who created heels.

Short loser.

While Hotaru was looking at the killer (literally) heels, I sneaked over to the flats section.

I know what you're thinking. Who in the world would wear FLATS to PROM?

I would, just saying.

Just as I was about to pick out something from a rack, an angry voice calls me.

"GET BACK HERE!" I run to Hotaru for my life's sake.

"Try these on. They match your dress." Hotaru says, as she hands me a pair of black and white heels.

This is where the torture begins.

To be honest, I thought getting used to walking with heels would not be so hard.

"Ugh, I think I sprained my ankle!"

Obviously, I was wrong.

"Oh, get up. I told you to straighten your back and watch where you're going! Were you even listening?" Now, you might think that that was Hotaru speaking, but it was the saleslady. Apparently, Hotaru went off to buy coffee because she couldn't take it anymore. She paid the saleslady to shout at me the Hotaru way.

Cheap scoundrel.

"Sorry." I say. I get up, square my shoulders, and walk. I reach the end, and I turn around to face her.

She smiles. "Perfect."

I sigh in relief. The pain is over.

It's finally time.

We were in my room, making the final touches.

Hotaru's mom did our make-up and hair, only because she insisted that going to a salon is a waste of time.

"It might not even last throughout the night." She said. And I agreed.

She actually did a pretty good job. My hair was curly at the ends, and my eyelashes were thick and black.

Hotaru and her mom insisted that I wear a corset. I found it insulting at first, but once I put on my dress, I felt a little better about myself.

I almost looked thin.

Correction. Less fat.

"OK, girls! Tonight's the big night!" Hotaru's mom said excitedly as she ran to grab her camera from the living room.

It was just the two of us, and the silence. I was quite nervous, actually. And I still can't believe it!

Natsume is my prom date! And he asked ME!

I could die happy.

"Hey, just so you know, this is one of the happiest days of my life." Hotaru said. I looked at her. She wasn't smiling or anything, but her eyes shined with joy. It almost made me want to cry.

I smiled at her one of my best smiles, telling her that I feel the same way. Her mother came crashing into the room.

"Let me get one picture of you two, since Hotaru's date is already downstairs." She cried. "Smile!"

I smiled, I lean into Hotaru. We share a moment that we will hopefully never forget.

The light flashes. The big hug comes in.

"I'll see you there." Hotaru says as she exits my room. Her mom quickly tags along, camera ready.

I sigh, I sure wish Mom was here to see this. And, as if on cue, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Turn on your Skype!" A voice chimes in. Mother!

"Sure thing!" I reply. I run to my laptop and quickly log into Skype.

Next thing I know, I'm face to face with my mother. Well, virtually.

"You look dazzling! Is that really you?" She says in awe. I blush.

"Of course it is, Mom!" I say. Then she asks me about my prom date, Natsume.

Her eyebrows furrow. "Shouldn't he be there by now! No man makes my daughter wait!" She exclaims.

The doorbell rings. Twice. "Oh, look. There he is now!"

"Bring him up! I wanna see him!" She demands. My eyes widen. "But Mom!"

"No buts. Lemme see him!" She shouts. Spoiled brat.

I quickly run to get the door. When I opened it, it revealed a Japanese Adonis.

My heart pumps really loud. I swear he can hear it.

"Wow, you look amazing." He says, and I think he really means it. I hope.

I don't reply, because I can't. I might faint if I even try. I just smile back.

He clears his throat. "So, shall we get going?" He asks with an enchanting smile. I take a deep breath before replying.

"Wait," I say, thanking God that I did not stammer. "My mom wants to see you."

He seemed confused. I just laughed and grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. I led him up the stairs.

"I thought your mom is in America or something?" He asks, still confused. I don't answer.

Finally, we reach my bedroom. He looks around, then looks at me. "Huh?"

I laugh again. My, he's adorable!

"Oh, you guys are back! I almost believed you left without saying goodbye!" My mother's said, with bad-ish kind of audio. Darn WiFi.

Natsume walked over to my study table and showed himself to Mom. He waved.

"Hello, Mrs. Sakura. I'm Natsume, Mikan's date for tonight." He greets, as I walk over to stand beside him. My mother goes speechless.

Well, that's a first.

After a few seconds of blinking and rubbing of eyes, she shouts, "HE'S GORGEOUS!" I blush in embarrassment.

Natsume laughs softly. "Well, I'm certainly not someone to be ashamed of."

"Well, Mom. We better get going." I butt in. She panicks.

"Not just yet, kids. I need to take a picture of this! Get closer to each other!"

Thank God I've got a good webcam. A snapshot was heard.

"Alright, you guys can go now. I'm going to try and have this printed. Have fun, you guys!" She must delusional. It's like, midnight over there.

But moving on, I shut down my laptop and we go downstairs. I notice that Hotaru's mom has left. As we step out into the porch, I grab Natsume and pull him in for a picture.

As soon as the camera clicks, eggs come flying towards my direction.

Humiliation and pain start.

(End of Chapter)

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