I noticed that, over the next few days, I started to fall for him. I liked the way he looked at me, I also liked the way he gave me way more attention than the other girls. But, I also noticed that 'that' day was coming up….the anniversary of my grandfather's death.

So, on that day, I wore a black shirt, a pair of black pants, and pulled my hair back and put a black flower in it. When I arrived at school, my friends automatically knew something was wrong. But, they had found the best way to get me to tell something. It was to get Deku to ask me.

So, during homeroom, he turned around and said, "You're dressed in black, and your eyes are really red. What's the matter?"

It was at that moment that I ran out of the classroom and into the lavatory to cry my eyes out. At that point in time, I didn't care about my reputation, I just needed to grieve.

After Deku told my friends, they came in and asked me what was wrong. I told them, "Ami should know what happened on this day two years ago."

They left and I guess that they started pelting Ami with the questions. They came back after about 20 minutes, and told me that I got called down to the office.

I looked myself over in the mirror and tried to clean up my face a bit, and then I headed down to the office. My dad was standing there. He didn't seem surprised at my appearance; he just silently took me home. After we got home, he explained that he had to go back to work, but he would be home in a few hours.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on my front door. I peeked through the curtains and saw that it was Deku. I rushed to the door and let him in.

As soon as I had shut the door, I asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to make sure you were okay. Your friends were really worried, and to be honest, so was I," he replied.

For the second time that day, I started to cry. This time, I ran into my room and flopped onto my bed. After about 30 seconds, Deku was in my room. He sat on the edge of my bed until I had stopped crying.

When I finished, he yet again asked me, "What's wrong?"

I tried to run away again, but he caught me this time and pinned me down onto my bed. This time I couldn't get away from him, he was going to get the answers that he wanted.

For the third time, he said, "Steff, please tell me what is wrong. I'm really worried about you!"

"Fine," I replied. "If you must know, two years ago today, my last grandfather died. No one was expecting it; he died of a heart attack. I was out of school for a couple of days, and after that I really changed. He also made a huge impact on my life when I found out that I wasn't related to him, but I still accepted him into the family. Even though we joked around that we hated each other, he was my favourite. All in all, I really loved him and I miss him greatly."

He didn't say anything after that, but he held me in his arms. Then I realized that my dad would be home soon, so he left.