•AN: i emailed this to my good friend (& self-proclaimed #1 fan), Gemz, who suggested i turn this into a series of Miyami-centric drabbles. upon reading her comical response – a narrative in Amber's p.o.v, i decided to continue the game & produce another 3-page "journal entry".

•Disclaimer: Miyami -- mine. Amber -- Zadien. Aspin -- Fayeth.

•Warnings: AU. OC. language.

•PS: perhaps i should state now that the events Miyami's experienced are based on my tumultuous lifestyle. ignore the absurdity of it all (:

Those Little Mistakes We Make

April 17th, 2010.

To whom it may concern:

I believe it is in your best interest to know that, although having experienced a short – and excruciating – period of uncertainty and guilt, I (Miyami Kinomiya) have restored balance to the discord of my life and am now reaping what good karma I was unjustly denied during the weekend. As previously explained, Johnny McGregor had the misfortune of being the first and – in retrospect – only (gorgeous) individual subjected to my oral-ineptitude on that, Friday, April twelfth, at approximately two-fifteen PM. Too preoccupied with an anger I assumed he felt, I failed to absorb his reaction and therefore didn't realize that he wasn't, in fact, tepid toward my remark.

Yes indeed, ladies and gents, the heart of my life is still smiling that light-up-a-dark-room smile and winking those flirtatious winks whenever I see him in the hallway. Fate, true to her sweet, generous nature, allowed me another chance to spend time with him this afternoon which has me somewhere between pep-rally-gleeful and LSD-high. 'Me' equals 'more-than-morphine-happy'. Taking Aspin and Max's to-the-point advice, I marched into school, apology prepared, and waited like a watchful puppy momentarily abandoned outside a convenience store, trying to catch a glimpse of its owner. No lie: I was that desperate to make right. Somewhere between the first warning bell and the second schoolbus' arrival, he emerged from the crowd alongside Eddy and my oh-so-colorfully-emotional cousin, Kai.

And that's when I knew the sun hadn't stopped shining in my soul (oh-em-gee, so cheesy). Johnny both greeted AND hugged me. Of course, Kai knocked him upside the head – family obligation since Keith's still sick – and threatened the life of his future children but the moment existed which is all the confirmation I needed.

Amber said it would work out. Heck, Tyson said it would work out and if someone that relationship-unsavvy is saying it then my reaction was overkill. Someone could'a mentioned that my melodramatic-self had me on auto-drama queen.

"…I did."

"Bambi, reading over my shoulder warrants death."

"Just sayin': I did." (smug grin)


After nitpicking the scenario on Friday night with Captain Kai (who, in this obscenely stoic and blatant manner, asked that I shut up and concentrate on my footwork – you see, because every goalie is required to know how to tackle like a midfielder) and harassing Tyson's ears for the thousandth time, Bambi (also present) decided that I was "daft" and would be accompanying she and Azie for an evening of hard laughs and restaurant-hopping. It's a weekend ritual; one we've maintained since kindergarten, except nowadays we do more than fingerpaint and aren't comatose by seven-thirty. Thank the cosmos I have them otherwise I'd have become an obsessed basement-dwelling stalker equipped with nervous stutter and newspaper-clipping-wallpaper. Can't picture it? Yeah, it's better if you try not to.

That, for sure, would've done more than irk Johnny. At least without the sociopathic-factor I knew the situation was fixable.

It must also be written that I am privileged to have friends like Amber and Chaya who, regardless of my twitchy, obsessive behavior, hurt my crush for hurting me (all with the best intentions, naturally). What occurrence am I referring to?

"Bambi?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Was it you or Chaya who punched Johnny in the lunch line yesterday?"

"Chaya. I gutted him in P.E. Monday; the responsibility rotates. Trying work."

"You're such a nerd."


Ozuma let-slip to Sonia – who gossiped to me – that Amber had uncapped her aggression on Johnny sometime Monday morning (which coincides with their Phys Ed class). When asked "why", she merely stated for the press (i.e. Ollie, biggest school snoop ever), 'because the gowl had the nerve to upset my best friend‼' You'd think the teachers would've taken some kind of action to discipline our untamed Amber but, no, they astonishingly agreed with her. Who knew I was so popular and well-liked?

—Ego-stroking ends here, swears—

Johnny, unaware of the reasoning behind her abrupt violence-inflicting habit, must think I'm crazy by association. Yet that didn't stop us from hanging out today – much to Kai's chagrin! Half-days are boss: They entail good karma and good karma makes me pleased. I'm not sure why GWHS declared today, Wednesday, a half-day when we're in the last leg of term and no holidays are in sight…? Maybe they wanted to give us a brea — There's no way I can finish that without laughing myself to the psychiatric ward.

Digressing: I hadn't anticipated bumping into Johnny again, certain that he and his crew had already bounced. Standing outside, deliberating between Ollie's milkshakes or Rei's backyard tropical getaway, I saw Mariam lingering alone. Here's the lowdown on our affiliation: Amber fosters a deeply-rooted dislike toward Mariam since Mariam publicly humiliated her in, get this, 5th Grade. Amber is infamous for holding grudges and delivering her revenge when you think you're finally safe; as aforestated, my BFF is aggressive to the max but in all the right ways (: Anyway, she – Mariam – hangs with Johnny more than her own boyfriend so I chanced it and asked who she was waiting for. If you guessed the yummy Scotsman, you're right.

This is the part where I gush. Johnny, amidst the guy's soccer team, wandered casually over to where we stood and, rather than greet Mariam first, he put an arm around my shoulders and asked where we were all headed for lunch. Eddy, Michael and Mariam opted for Ollie's pizza while Johnny announced that his decision vetoed all others and was therefore law. Pretty much pulled-in, I joined them for a meal at Dundee's. Unable to feed my broke ass, I said I'd just watch – eating being an edge-of-seat spectacle. Both Michael and Johnny demanded (nowhere close to "asked") that I order something while they'd cover the cost. Seriously sweet.

"You should just tell him you like him."

"Interruptions don't make this faster."

"I'm not kidding! Then you could date and perhaps my headaches would subside."

"You think my Johnny-issues are causing your headaches?"

"…Of course not…"


The full four hours we spent together, he didn't leave my side, suggesting that he may share my feelings. Hesitant to pursue the matter, however, I know I won't uncover that truth anytime soon (pout). Damn it! Why'd he have to be the flirtatious type!? Questioning his perception of me and whether or not he's equally as smitten has begun to erode by emotional patience. If this continues, a Romeo and Juliet destiny awaits in my near future, trust that. Well, perhaps lacking the 'lovers killing themselves for one another' thing…Alright, I leave it at: If this continues, a tragic Shakespearean destiny awaits in my near future. Better?

"Tell me you're through."

(Sigh) "I'll be through, just for you."

"Oh, thank the Lord; I dunno how you manage to scribe everything…daily."

"Symptom Diary not working as planned?"

"Not quite…"

…

Miyami is a doofus.

…

"KEITH‼"

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Azie – Miyami's nickname for Aspin

restaurant-hopping – the straightedge variation of barhopping

Inspirational Soundtrack
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Second Chances – Faber Drive
Feeling This – Blink 182