Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeeeep.

"Ugh." Under a mass of tangled bed sheets, a hand reached out to silence the offending noise.

The alarm clock lived to beep another day, as the hand stopped punishing the snooze button.

"Today is going to be a long day," sighed Mio, as she stared at the ceiling.

A pile of printed flyers were stacked neatly on her table, and bits of lace were visible from her bag.

"Mio, the water's getting cold," called her mom.

"It's not too late... I could still pretend I was sick... Or something..."

"Mio!"

"Just a minute! I'll be right there." The jet-haired girl took a moment to stretch, and walked slowly towards the bathroom. Her mother shot her an odd look.

"Are you alright? You look sick." Mio was tempted to say yes. But she couldn't.

"'m f'ne," mumbled the sleepy bassist. The bathroom door closed as Mio proceeded to take a bath as slowly as possible.

"Teenagers," sighed Mrs. Akiyama, before walking off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the family.

Breakfast was a quiet affair in the Akiyama household, but today, it was even quieter than usual. Except for the sound of Mio constantly dropping her chopsticks. Both her parents stared at her. Their usually calm daughter was turning into a nervous wreck today.

"You know, Mio," began her father. He was about to give her a lecture on safe sex. It was clear that he didn't want to. Mrs. Akiyama brushed him aside and got straight to the point.

"It's alright to have a boyfriend. Just, please, take this with you." She handed her daughter a small plastic package.

"W-what? B-boyfriend? But I don't have one!" The poor girl looked at at the packet.

"I hope it's not what I think it is..." But it was.

She nearly fainted at the sight of it. However, she managed to finish breakfast without keeling over. She then grabbed her bag like a lifeline and ran out the door.

"W-wait! You forgot something!" Her mother was standing there with open arms. Mio reluctantly hugged her. She didn't notice that her mom discreetly stuffed the dreaded packet in her bag.

The Akiyamas watched their daughter run out the door.

"They grow up so fast."

Mr. Akiyama nodded and quietly ate his pancakes. Somehow he felt sorry for his daughter.

A/N: I honestly don't know what the hell this chapter is about. Or why I even wrote - typed- it. Stupid condom commercials.