OMG, news, I just found a way to make a sequel by accident! :D I mean, on this one, it goes on during winter right? And on the second story I was writing, which was supposed to be completely separate, it's going on during summer! :D:D And it fits well!

I'm sorry, guys, lately I've forgotten Demi's rockfish-emo side. I'll make it up to you all by this chappie, tho!
BTW, did u guys like the cliff-hanger? xD Haha… Anyways, I won't leave you guys waiting any longer!

But before we start, just a little request of translation ;)

Gomenasai/Gomen - I'm sorry

Konnichiwa/Ohaio - Hello/Good morning

Sasuga *name* - That's just like *name*

Daijobu - It's ok (;))

Ore wa - I am...

Nani/Nande - What/Why

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See, I'm the type to understand messages very clearly. I wasn't going to sit there and ask him if he was going on another flight. I wasn't going to pretend to laugh at a fake joke as a way of pressuring him. I understood the message.

"Why?" I asked sharply. If he was so decisive about this, then I deserved an explanation.

"Demi, I…" he continued nervously.

"Shit, would you stop?" I asked angrily. "I want to hear the truth loud and clear, not some messed up mumbling!" Ryoma was shocked. I guess I really snapped. I'd never been this hard on him. The most was death glares and small punches, at the most, a swear word.

"I can't stay in the US anymore." He said quickly, and I sensed that he just wanted to get this over with. "I have to move back to Japan. My year there is over." I sighed deeply, and he held my arms and spoke more sweetly now. "I didn't know how to tell you, Dems. I really wanted to. But I knew you'd be upset!"

I looked into his eyes, and instead of seeing the awesome guy who hid behind a cap from insecurity (that I had been able to go through), I saw a selfish, stuck-up player.

I shook myself free from his hands and began walking away. I had always treasures his simple hugs, conversations, because I knew only I received them. He trusted me more than anybody – even more than Kevin. But now, I couldn't bear to be in his arms.

As always, when I felt the tears coming, I escaped quickly. It was really more tears of anger than tears of sadness. But his hand held me back.

"Demi, please wait." He whispered. Gawd, this was hard for him. And I kinda felt his pain. Ryoma actually having so much social initiative? Only with his BFF. But I had to ignore that.

So I shook my arm free and walked into the cab.

And cried.

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Dad hadn't asked me why I was so depressed. Why I hadn't said a word for so long. Or why I had thrown away so many things (obviously, the ones that reminded me of Ryoma). One evening, I found out why.

"Hey, darling." He called out from the other side of the table. I was daydreaming (again) while staring at mom's empty seat. "Your worries will all end now!" I looked at him with an incredibly confused look. Had he found out and made a way for Ryoma to stay with us in the US?

"The letter's arrived!" he said happily, holding up an envelope. You see, every 6 months the embassy sends us a letter telling us where we will live next. They usually judge by how well we know the place, language, and, of course, how much an embassador is needed at the time. They always told us we would stay because we know the place and language of Brazil, but the US was a one time experience because of the death of the previous embassador.

"I know you've been worried about us moving." He said as if he understood. "You've been drifting away from your friends, been depressed, and you even packed some things in a box in your closet." Shit.

"Shit, dad, that's not-"

"So let's clear the matter up!"my father said happily, ripping open the envelope dramatically. Oh, well. I just decided to let him be. He stared at the letter intensely, his smile suddenly disappearing.

"Um, honey…" he said in a low voice, looking at me worriedly. "I… I'm so sorry."

I spat out my Ginger Ale and grabbed the letter before he could say another word. I read the letter carefully. Even before I read the rest, one word jumped out at me. Gawd, no.

I ran to my room, as if I could actually run away from the letter. I felt as if the words were eating me up. As if I was running in place from something much faster than light. All sounds (including my father's voice) faded away as I fell on the bed in tears.

Nothing made sense.

I was in bed clutching my stomach when the phone rang. I picked it up to hear my friend's voice. I knew my dad had asked her to call me by now, because he never took the initiative to comfort me. I respect the distance he's creating. He knows what is best.

"Oi, amiga! Tudo bem?"

"Hey, Julie… I'm… no, I'm not fine…"

"Aww, is my BFF crying?"

"Yeah… I'm-"

"Moving, I heard…"

"Are you crying too, Julie?"

"YESS! I'm going to miss my BFF so much!"

"Julie, I'm going to suffer."

"Why?"

"Remember how I told you about how I left Japan…"

"Aw, shit, Demi, if you start that story, you're gonna cry even more!"

"Can we meet up somewhere? My dad is going to hear me cry and I really wanna talk to you face to face…"

"Plus, you're wasting my credits, ha…"

"Wanna go to the skate park?"

"Shit, Demi! You know I don't skate!"

"Gabi, we're not going there to skate… we're going there to solve a major problem here!"

"Oh, right… see you there, sis!"

"See ya…"

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"Gabi!" I said gladly as I hugged her clumsily.

"You said we weren't going to skate!" she exclaimed angrily, eyeing my gear.

"Well, it just helps me to get distracted…" I sighed. "Just sit."

"What's up?" she asked. I saw black streaks on her cheeks and laughed.

"Were you crying?" I giggled. She punched me playfully and smiled.

"Because I'll miss you!" she said as she turned her head sideways. I smiled and hugged her and I felt the warm tears down my eyes. I was going to miss Gabi. But that wasn't the issue.

"Gabi…" I sighed nervously, reminding myself of Ryoma the day he told me we'd part. "I'm…"

"Where is it? Where is it?" she said nervously. She hated surprises because she was always so cuious.

"Shit, I can't say it!" I said as I felt a lump in my neck. I would burst into tears before saying it.

"Let's play twenty questions then!" Gabi said as she embraced me with one arm. Gawd, she's good at this.

"Okay…" I agreed reluctantly.

"Is in next to Brazil?"

"No…"

"Is it in South America?"

"No, Gabi. I'm sorry."

"Shit, that'll make it so much harder for me to visit you! Is it in North America?"

"No."

"Central America?"

"No!"

"Okay, okay, five… Is it in Europe?"

"I wish!"

"How about Africa?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Do I have any relatives who live there?"

"I don't think so!"

"Shit, Demi. You're only making this harder!"

"Did I decide where I'd live?"

"I guess not… Eight. Why did they send you… wherever?"

"Gabi! It's yes or no!"

"Fine, fine!" Gabi laughed. "Eight… umm… will I like visiting you there?"

"Hell, no…"

"Why?"

"Yes or no questions…"

"Demi! Aw, fine. Well, can I visit you there?"

"If you pay!" I laughed and leaned on her for a moment.

"Can you pay?"

"Definite no!"

"Okay… you said you wouldn't like it there and that neither would I…"

"Yes."

"That wasn't a question, okay, Demi?"

"What? Aw, fine…"

"Is the reason that… there aren't any malls?"

"Too many!"

"Schools not good enough?"

"Nah, they rock. Trust me, Gabi, they're the nicest people."

"Okay… is it because of something?"

"No…"

"Someplace?"

"Nopety nope."

"Some… one?"

"…"

"Is it where Kevin lives?" Gabi laughed.

"If it was, I'd kill myself!" I laughed right back. Kevin was nice but we loved messing with him.

"Where you mom died?" Gabi said seriously.

"You know, both of the places are in North America."

"Oh, right! Umm… is it where you had your first boyfriend?"

"I never had one, Gabi!"

"Is it where food is horrible?"

"More or less, but that's not the reason."

"Is it where music is bad?"

"Gabi, music is never bad."

"Okay, Demi. Is it where your album can't be released?"

"No, it can be released there."

"Is it where Ryoma lives?"

"…"

"DEMI!" Gabi yelled. I stuffed my face into my hands to hide the fact that I was blushing.

"Gawd, he's gonna kill me!"

"Yes, he will, Demi! He will never forgive you…"

"What do I do, Gabi!?"

"Chillax!" she said as she brainstormed some ideas. "You have to call him. You have to tell him. Before your dad does."

"Oh my gawsh, dad must have told the world!" I exclaimed.

"Run, Demi!" she said as she pulled me up and ran with me. I pulled her to a stop, almost pulling her to the floor and showed her my cell phone. Gabi can be a little "don't think, act" sometimes.

"Right!" she laughed. I typed the buttons and, as we leaned in on the speakerphone, our hearts began beating faster and faster.

"Moshi moshi?" said an intensely tired voice. I couldn't breathe. His voice. Oh, gawd.

"Shit!" I blurted out unintentionally.

"Hello, Ryoma!" Gabi took over for me.

"Dare-"

"Ryoma…" I said suddenly. He said nothing for a long time. "Are you there?"

"Hai…" he said impatiently.

"Gabi is going to tell you something-"

"What?" exclaimed Gabi.

"So go ahead, Gabi." I instructed.

"Okay, fine." She said impatiently. "Demi is moving to Japan." And she closed the phone. I gave her a death glare. Couldn't she be nice and consoling with him too?

"Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome!" she said happily, and handed me my phone back. It rang.

RECEIVING CALL FROM Ryoma