Ean: I put sweat and blood into this, so please enjoy.

People like to say 'I told you so.' It's human nature to boast about your achievements and try to one up everyone else. Some people even try proving that they knew what was going to happen to them. They describe it as a sense of dread that they naively ignored. I claim no such thing. I had no hint or suspicion that anything like this would happen. How could I? The possibility was so slim. Are you curious about what I am talking about? As I sit here, regretting and repenting, I might as well tell you my sordid tale.

Day 1

I was what was considered popular. It didn't feel any different than what I had felt before high school, and the only reason I knew something was different was because people told me. My friends were mostly guys who had a new girlfriend each week, each one prettier than the previous one. They would brag about how far they got and we would make crude jokes. Laughter and girls was what our friendship sustained on.

I have no idea how I got myself into this group. I have never flaunted girls and only had a rare date here and there. I had barely even kissed a girl in my lifetime. But these guys included me anyway. Maybe it was because my twin sister was dating one of them? The relationship between Nadeshiko Fujisaki and Tadase Hotori has lasted the longest out of any of my friends. Ikuto Tsukiyomi was in the midst of his seduction plan he invented especially for a girl name Amu Hinamori. The guy who completed our group was a junior named Kukai Souma. He was a chronic flirt and had his eye on a gorgeous blonde named Utau Hoshina. She was Ikuto's younger sister by a year and he made sure Kukai didn't get farther than flirting. I wasn't so hot about my friend dating my sister either.

I have always felt awkward because I'm the only one without a prospective girlfriend. The guys never seemed to care until that fateful day in the lunchroom. Like I said before, I had no idea this was going to happen. It seemed like a normal day to me: Woke up early, double-checked last nights homework, skip breakfast, and get through boring classes with decent grades.

Lunch had been particularly gross that day. I remember this vividly. I had been minding my own business as Ikuto once again failed at getting Amu to follow him into the janitor's closet. He was dejected and acting a bit depressed as he sat himself back down next to us. "Why are girls so… bitchy?"

I almost choked on my water. "Uh…"

My twin removed her mouth from her boy friends long enough to glare and say, "Why are guys such dick heads?"

"Touché." Kukai grinned and pretended to gag as they went back to sucking face. I didn't have to pretend. "Utau's being unusually nasty today."

Ikuto smirked. "I'm betting that's because it's her time of the month. I had to take her to buy tampons last night." I knew my face matched Kukai's TMI look. Ikuto turned his dark eyes on me. "What bitch is haunting poor wittle Nagi's mind?"

I shrugged and picked up a burnt fry. Or was that supposed to be a fish stick? "No one special." So not true. I had just caught sight of the reason for the butterflies in my stomach. She was sitting at a table with Amu, Utau, and two freshmen I didn't know. Her lips pulled up in a smile and a laugh I couldn't hear emitted from the space between them.

Rima Mashiro was a sophomore just like me. She was above average in beauty and hung around the most sought after girls, even if I never saw a boy go after her. She was like me, on the edge.

Ikuto had caught me staring. "If you're lusting after my Amu, get ready to be neutered." That line had scared me then, but now I just laugh at the memory. I had shook my head. "No! I was just wondering who she was sitting with."

He assessed the group. "My sister and people below our speculation." That statement felt insulting then and still does now.

"How so?"

"One's a freshman, ick, and another's a boy freshman, double ick. And that other girl… she just doesn't seem worth it. I can tell from here that she's hard, and I'm pretty stubborn." I rolled my eyes. I should be put off because she wasn't easy?

The girl looked in our direction, as if she knew we were talking about her. I realized how close her table was and it had occurred to me that she might have actually heard us.

"I think she likes you." My stalker stare fest was cut short by these words. "Do you like her?" Everyone was looking at me as Ikuto asked these questions.

"You really think she likes me?" I avoided their question and tried to keep hope out of my voice.

"Maybe. But you don't like her, so it doesn't matter." His eyes widened and I now know that it was a sign that he had an idea. "The only way to find out is if you ask. I dare you to ask her out."

I shook my head before he even finished. "That's embarrassing. What if she says yes? Would I just tell he it was a joke?"

His smile turned mischievous. "If she says yes, go out with her. It won't hurt. Break up with her in a week if you don't like her." He leaned forward. "Do you like her?"

I didn't want to lie, and now I wish that I hadn't. "No." My friends thought I didn't have a girlfriend because I was picky. What if they knew that the real reason was because I was scared?

"Good." As if they had planned it, everyone got up and left me alone. Kukai had winked while Nadeshiko just rolled her eyes.

The students at Rima's table seemed to have sensed the same signal, for she was on her own. I sat next to her and cleared my throat. She faced me. "Hi."

She just looked at me for a few seconds. "Hi."

I had been looking down at my hands and thinking it's just a dare, it's just a dare. "I'm Nagihiko Fujisaki." No recognition showed in her eyes. "I was wondering if you'd go out with me?"

There, I had gotten it over with. But the expression on her face made me positive that she was going to reject me. Instead, in a way a have grown to love, she grabbed my arm and took charge. She led me to a quiet place in the library.

"You were dared to do this." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. I wanted to run, but her grip was like iron. "Tell your friends I said yes."

My eyes widened and I caught myself starting to smile. "Why?"

She sighed and finally let go of me. "Because my friends dared me to as well." We both sat in an awkward silence.

"So how are we doing this?" I asked.

Her eyes darted to mine before returning to the shelf in front of her. "How long did your friends say, a week?" I nodded. "So we pretend to go out for a week and then have a mutual break up. No kissing, no extra lying."

"That seems… boring." It really did. If I had to lie, I might as well lie about the good stuff.

"Tough cookies." She grabbed my hand and exited into the hall. She smiled at me in front of everybody and wrote her number on my hand. She left me staring at the black marks. I was way over my head.

The day went by with the main pivotal points being when I would catch sight of yellow in the hallway. My heart would quicken and my breathing would stop until it all resumed with a rush once I realized it wasn't her.

People started noticing how out of it I was during basketball practice.

"Nagihiko Fujisaki?" The freshman that had been sitting with Rima was now standing in front of me. His eyes were narrow behind his wire rim glasses. I nodded and he continued. "I hear that you are now in a relationship with Rima Mashiro."

I stared at the wall, trying to act disinterested as even the sound of her name make my stomach clench. "You could say that." I directed my gaze at him and read the name on the back of his jersey. I had never paid much attention to Sanjo, number 2.

His glare intensified and he leaned closer, almost nose to nose. "You better not hurt her. If anything goes wrong, your ass is grass." I know I should have been at least a little worried, but all I could think about was how tall this freshman was and how stupid that line had sounded.

"You want me to be like you? Oh my bad, that's your face." The younger boy had touched his green hair self-consciously and stomped off. Freshmen are so dang entertaining!

After school, Rima and I walked hand in hand. A teacher had kept her after for being a smart-ass and she then had decided to walk with me. She swore it was only to keep up appearances and back then, I had believed her.

Her dark eyes were unfocused and she was humming a tune softly to herself. With her distracted, I could examine the girl I had lusted for, longed for, and maybe even loved. If only she were some random stranger, a nameless girl who meant nothing to me, a stranger. If that were so, I could pretend, I could go along with this crazy scheme and end up no worse for wear. But that didn't happen and never will happen.

No one ever talks about it, but out two groups were one once. Back in elementary school, we were all friends. Rima and I would argue and act like we couldn't stand one another. I always secretly admired her but I was too young to recognize it as love. Our friends always asked us to change and be nice to each other, and we'd agree, but neither of us was known for telling the truth. We didn't want to change and were content the way we were. But we did change. Their pressure was too much and we were thinking 'what the hell?' and decided to try something new. And that led us here, high- schoolers now, with no interaction with one another other than to amuse us. But that's how it has always been and maybe that's how it will always be. I should have learned from that how bad change could really be.

"Where do you want to go, Rima- chan?" I started swinging our hands between us and she untangled them in annoyance.

"Home." I followed her to the subway station.

"Then let me escort you there." She looked away and crossed her arms as we boarded the desolate train.

"Nagihiko, why did we never get along?" Her soft voice rose at the end and she reminded me of the child I once knew her as.

I look down into her eyes. "It was fun arguing."

"What changed?" A v formed above her nose and the corners of her mouth drooped.

"We got tired of it and grew up."

"Does growing up mean ditching old friends and becoming boring?"

Her statement made me smile involuntarily. "No, it means finding new friends and becoming wiser."

She picked at the worn out seat. "I liked me just the way I was." She looked back up at me briefly. "I liked how we were."

I rested my head back on the window. A piercing coldness crept up my neck. "I did too, but sometimes change is necessary."

"So is having your period. That doesn't mean that I have to like it." She clutched her sides and hunched in on herself. I had a sudden flash of fear as small sounds came from her. I was relieved when she looked up and a smile was on her face. She was laughing.

I smiled and laughed with her. This conversation was so ridiculous but entertaining. "The past is the past. All we have now is the future."

She loosened the grip on her shirt. "Did you get that from a fortune cookie?"

Day 2

'I never knew, I never knew that everything was fa-'

"Hello?" Despite my drowsiness, I had answered that call at two in the morning.

"Um Hi Nagihiko. Sorry to call you so early but, you know, since I'm supposed to be your girlfriend and all, I thought I'd just tell you that I'm going to be gone for a few days. Two, to be exact. My grandma's ill and yeah…" A cute feminine voice rushed these words into my nonfunctional ears.

I yawned to buy time as my sluggish mind processed he words. "Oh, yeah. All right Rima. Um, have fun, okay?"

She chuckled quietly. "Go back to bed, sleepy head. See you in a few days."

"Yeah, okay. Bye." The cell phone clicked off and I threw it into the darkness of my room. I fell back asleep and the conversation was nothing but a dream.

But it didn't stay a dream for long. When I got to school that day and realized that Rima wasn't there, I took time to actually think about our conversation.

I should be happy now that there were two less days to pretend but I was disappointed that I had less time to pretend I wasn't pretending.

"I'm having a party tonight. Who's in?" Ikuto scanned the lunch table lazily.

Kukai took the bait. "When, where, and who?"

Ikuto stretched slowly like a feline, keeping us in suspense. "My house at nine. Anyone and everyone." He winked. "Expect tons of hot girls."

This kind of party had never been my favorite and it was even less appetizing knowing that Rima wasn't there. I mean, she never really went anyway, but there had always been a chance.

"I'm totally in!" Kukai gave a thumbs- up and I saw Nadeshiko give her boyfriend puppy dog eyes. Tadase nodded towards Ikuto.

"What about you, Nagi?" Those dark orbs were turned on me. I knew that my answer affected my social status.

"I don't really feel like it. You know those parties are for single people to hook up and then pretend they were too drunk to remember the next day." So far, I had been able to avoid such a scenario, but you never know.

My older friend had rolled his eyes. "Come on. That's just what you need."

"I have a girlfriend, remember?" I loved using that excuse against him.

"Not really. It's all just a fake." He raised his eyebrows as if to accuse me of lying, which I was.

"But I have to date her for a week. What if she broke up with me because of this?" Ha. Watch him get out of that one.

"Technically, that's not true. If she broke up with you, you'd get out of the bet. You've proved what you needed to prove. You have nothing to lose from coming with us." His eyes had bore into mine and the sensation of me caving had occurred. I never truly believed anything he said, but I knew it would make me look bad to disagree with him. What would the world be like if people really said what they were thinking?

"Fine, I'll come." The words almost physically hurt as they escaped my mouth. Regret made me want to take them back, but Pride smothered his protests; Pride and his best friend Self-Loathing.

I entered the party fashionably late. Spirits were high and flowing. I made a point of avoiding the alcohol.

"Nagi, my man!" Kukai cheered as he slung an arm around my shoulder. Said arm was holding a plastic red cup that sloshed suspicious liquid on my gray shirt.

"Uh, hey." I was busy dabbing my shirt when another cup was thrust in my face.

"Drink." Ikuto ordered as I looked up.

I pushed it away. "No thanks. I'm not-"

"I said," his eyes were staring dangerously into mine, "drink."

I had no choice but to obey his order. Even thought the beer was weak, the alcohol burned as it slid down my throat. Scared of being ridiculed, I chugged the whole thing.

"Right on!" Kukai slapped my back while Ikuto just smirked. The stupid bastard had gotten his way.

Another cup was shoved into my hand and I reluctantly sipped at it. I didn't want to, but it seemed so easy. Was it possible to get addicted so soon?

The edges of my world blurred. A smile lit my face as I refilled my cup once again. Hey, these things were fun!

I made my way through the pulsating bodies, oblivious to numerous people sucking the face of anybody in reach on the couch and the girl playing the flesh flute in the corner. All was good.

On my fifth cup, Rima stopped entering my mind. I stopped for a moment when I had realized that something was missing. This something must have been important, but I was too drunk to care. All was good.

Some girl in a white tank top and pink miniskirt pushed herself against me. No time to think, just lips on lips, tongue on tongue. Her hands guided mine along her curves before pushing me down the hall and into a bedroom. Her lip-gloss was sweet, the bed soft. All was good.

Hands were up my shirt, her hands. Hands were up her shirt, my hands. I could tell that she had a high level of expertise as her hands moved lower. My anticipation built until, suddenly, all was not good.

I pushed the girl off. She shook her red curls in disbelief. "Stupid virgins." She muttered as I hauled ass to the bathroom. Five cups of beers worth of vomit heaved itself out of my stomach and into the porcelain.

Why am I such an idiot?

Day 3

My mouth was dry the next morning and I had a slight headache. Great, I had only drunk enough to give me a minor hangover. I had left the party last night right after puking my guts out.

A glass of water and a swig of mouthwash later, I was ready to go. Wait, how long did Rima say she was going to be gone?

The reminder of Rima let loose Guilt inside of me. He scolded me relentlessly for my affair with that girl. Who was that girl anyway? Red curls, rocking body… Saaya Yamabuki? Is it possible?

Saaya was the most bone-able girls. She had a reputation with the guys for never giving up when she wanted something. I was a both flattered and repulsed that she picked me and then let me go so easily. Either way, I had never had any interest in a slut like her.

I guess you could call it a normal day, me missing Rima and trying to avoid awkward situations with the guys. The only not normal thing was that Sanjo guy glaring at me. What the hell is his problem?

He was aggressive in basketball practice and he was benched. The coach is getting super strict wince we have a game coming up. It's not just any game either. It's the semi-finals against our rivals, SKA Academy. They were an elite school full of snobs.

I checked my cell phone to find a text from Rima:

I'll be back late tonight. Not like you care. :P

I had a minor heart attack, thinking that somehow she knew. She knew that I had cheated on her, my girlfriend. Then reality hit me. She wasn't my girlfriend. She probably only said that because she knew she wouldn't care if the situation were reversed.

I went to bed with a sad heart.

Day 4

School. It seems like my life is centered on this hell. I know that it is supposed to help me in the future, but how is it helping me now? It's not making me any money. On the contrary, it costs money. Everyday, I navigate through the crowded hallways. Everyday, I hope that tomorrow will be better. But it never is.

I walked aimlessly this morning, like most mornings, when I spotted gold. This time, my hope was justified. Out of the mob pushed my Rima. Her size made her easy to push around but she wasn't having any of that. She retaliated with well-aimed kicks to the shin. The poor people didn't know what hit them.

Rima spotted me and, right in front of everyone, she ran into my arms. Her mass of curls smothered me as I rested my head atop her's. She met my eyes and, reaching her maximum height, kissed my lips tenderly. Shock washed over me as she pulled away and buried her head back in my chest.

I leaned my head back down and brushed her ear with my lips. "I thought we agreed no kissing?"

Her small shoulders shrugged while she leaned her lips to my ear. "You thought wrong. I have every right to change my mind. Thank me later."

I had enjoyed that warmth of her body against mine, and the memory still warms my heart. It was so peaceful and surreal.

"Good going!" Kukai slapped my back as he passed. It brought me back to the real world and I was surprised that we had yet to receive a P.D.A.

"Looks like you got over me fast. Does your little creampuff know what you were doing while she was gone?" A whiny voice cut through my thoughts.

Rima looked up to find herself face to face with Saaya Yamabuki, red curls and all. "What are you talking about?" Her voice sounded so helpless and remorse bit through me as I predicted the oncoming pain, for both her and me.

"Well," Saaya's smile and eye roll suggested the pleasure she was getting from this, "little lover boy there was at a party the other night. First thing he did was scout out the girls. I just happened to have drank too much and didn't know what was happening until it was too late. That creep," she gestured to me, "practically raped me. Like, he was all over me! I tried saying no, but he wouldn't take it. I'm so sorry, hon."

The accusation was so preposterous that I could only stand there, frozen. Rima looked between us, hurt evident in her eyes. Those same eyes pleaded with me, pleaded for me to deny it. But I couldn't. It wasn't exactly true, but it wasn't completely false either. I lacked a proper response.

She ran. Rima ran so fast. The wind of betrayal seemed to propel her down the hall, past the rambunctious mob, and far away from me.

Saaya scoffed in my direction. "Payback, virgin." She went and draped herself all over Ikuto, both of them smirking at me. Backstabbing bastard.

My fists clenched and my face flamed in embarrassment. I started towards him. "Why?"

He tried feigning innocent, but he also was enjoying my pain. "I was just helping. Just think, three fewer days with that bitch. Don't you feel relieved?" He came closer and as he passed, whispered, "Don't lie to me Fujisaki, ever."

That pretty much highlighted my day. Well, fuck Fujisaki. You screwed up big.

And that brings us back to where we began. Me wallowing in my self pity. It should be obvious, but I still don't know how Rima feels. Did she run because I really broke her heart, or was it part of the act? But she could have just exposed me then. Why?

That's all I was left with; why? Why did Ikuto betray me? Why did Rima run? And, most importantly, why did I go along with this insane plan in the first place?

Well, self-pity won't solve anything. Nothing I can do but try to solve this big mess… tomorrow. I've had enough emotional hell today, thank you very much. Now it is time to sleep.

Knock knock. Or not. "Nagihiko?" My sister popped her head around the door frame.

"What is it Nade?" I was not in the mood for her 'I-told-you-so' speech.

"Are you okay?" She came in and sat on the edge of the bed I was occupying. "Tell me, what really happened?" her words were sincere and I doubted this was really my sister until she added, "I know for a fact that you couldn't get laid by Saaya. You're too much of a prude."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the confidence boost Sis. Really appreciate it."

She slapped my thigh, hard. "I mean it!"

"Alright, I really do like Rima, okay? I just wanted to please Ikuto."

She gave me a 'no duh' look. "One, the part about Rima was obvious. Two, doesn't everyone?"

I was shocked about the obvious statement. "Anyway, I went to that party and got a bit drunk…"

Nade snorted. "A bit? Try smashed."

I winced. "Like I was saying, Saaya forced herself on me but I pushed her away."

"Yeah right!" Nadeshiko was laughing at me. "Why would any guy push away Saaya Yamabuki?"

"It's true! She was totally out of it. And I, uh, had to puke." I blushed at my stupidity.

Still laughing, Nade said, "Now that sounds more realistic, And I guess it's not that farfetched that Saaya would pick you. I mean, you look just like me for god's sake, and we all know how attractive I am." She winked mockingly.

"You wish! I am way better looking than you!" I smiled at her. Nadeshiko knew just how to make me feel better.

"So," she laid her head down next to mine, "what are you going to do about Rima?"

"I honestly have no idea. How about I start with apologizing and then wing it from there?"

My twin rolled her huge sepia eyes. "Men." She scoffed. "They never think things through. Well, goodnight and I hope you figure things out." She leaned down to kiss my forehead and left me silently. "Don't worry, you'll get your happy ending."

"'Night Nade." Maybe it's not as bad as it seems. Yeah, I can do this!

Day 5

Jittery nerves and unsteady breathing marked the beginning of the school day. I know I had resolved to fix things with Rima today, but it just seemed too complicated. Couldn't I just let her hate me?

No, that was definitely not an option. I would rather crossdress publicly than go all my life without knowing if I had a chance with her, without seeing her smile at me, without kissing her one more time.

I went most of the day without seeing her. It was a repeat of my previous days containing hopeful glances and mini heartbreak every time it wasn't her.

By lunch, I had had enough.

"Are you enjoying your newfound freedom? Now that the brat is out of the picture, we can find you a real target." Ikuto was back to his playful self.

"Whatever." I kept picking at my food. "So what's up with you and Saaya? I thought you were all hard over Amu."

His amused mask came on, but I noticed the resentment in his eyes. "Why should I wait around for one girl? I might as well have some fun. What would make a guy slave away day after day just for one girl, stupidity?"

I stood up. "It's called love and if you don't get that, you will never get Amu."

He waved his hand, dismissing me. "Is that what you did with the shrimp? Because, let me tell you, that piece of ass is not worth it."

"Don't talk about Rima that way! You are a disgusting excuse for a human being and I hope you get AIDS!" I stormed off, fuming. What pedestal did he have to stand on?

My steam started to wear out, and now I was burnt out. What was I going to do now? Rima hadn't been sitting at her usual table today and I was worried.

If my heart was broken, or I needed to blow off steam, where would I go? That was a stupid question. Both of those applied to me now and I was just standing in the hallway like a dumbass. But where did I want to be? I wanted to be sitting on the roof, free from everyone's judgements.

I found the fire escape a climbed the ladder tentatively. I used to go on the roof in elementary school, but I had gained some bulk since then. The iron ladder was shaky at best.

The higher I was, the more frightened I was. What were the chances of her being there anyway? I quickly dismounted the ladder and went back inside. Cue another day of hiding out in the library.

The game was tonight. Everyone was all excited, but all I could think about was Rima. Where was she? How was she? Where did we stand?

When the coach ordered me to play, I was out of it. I made stupid mistakes and faulty passes. None of my shots made it. Thankfully, the rest of the team was rocking. That made up for my imbecility.

The coach finally had to bench me. He gave me that disapproving look. I watched the game distractedly. Every so often I would comb the stands for Rima, but she never appeared.

Finally, coach was forced to put me in. My teammates had learned and none of them passed to me. Baskets were made, but SKAA was also good. We were going into overtime.

Number fifteen, Narumi, passed to number forty-seven, Atsushi. Atsushi then dribbled it down court, passing to number two, Kairi. The other team instantly surrounded him, leaving me his only hope. There were eight seconds left.

Kairi made a desperate pass to me and I miraculously caught it. I lined up the shot and suddenly thought of Rima. Why was I playing such a stupid game when she was out there somewhere?

I did a half-assed throw and ran off the court. Voices yelled after me, but I ignored them. Time to face my fears.

When I reached the plateau of the roof, I felt very vulnerable. I cautiously crawled onto the cement and felt instant nausea overcome me. Now was not the time to be scared of heights.

I carefully stood up until I was at my full height. I scanned the horizon until I spied a small form not far away. My feet wouldn't move. My hope dwindled as my nerves intensified. How could I ever pull this off? Why was I doing something so stupid?

Slowly, inch by inch, I made my way over to her. Her hair had a life of its own in the wind. It was so loud that she didn't notice me until I scooted myself next to her on the ledge.

The view was diizying beneath me. I started hyperventilating as I imagined falling down, down forever. White fingers gripped the cement ledge.

"Scared?" Rima shouted above the wind. I mutely nodded. "Why? It's so… powerful!"

I glanced her way to see teeth smiling. Maybe she wasn't heartbroken like I thought.

"I'm so, so sorry Rima. It didn't happen like Saaya said it did!" Nerves and the cold wind make my voice shake. I couldn't do this for much longer.

Her smile wilted. "What do I care? It's not like we were really dating."

I shook my head. "I want you too. I want you too care so bad." She looked at me in disgust, but I cut her off before she could accuse me of sadism. "I wanted it to be real, too. I wanted to hold you in my arms and not know that it was fake. I wanted to kiss you and have you kiss back. In fact, I still want it." I looked into her honey eyes. "I never pretended to feel something for you, only to have the confidence to tell you."

She stared at me, but I could tell that this didn't really surprise her, not really. Deep down, she must have known how I felt. "Me too."

Now I really was shocked. "Wha- what?"

"I always liked you, ever since elementary school. And now…" She trailed off.

"I love you." I admitted.

"Exactly!" She must have thought I was completed her sentence. Realization dawned on her and she blushed. "I mean, yeah, me too."

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yeah, really." She smiled back.

I leaned forward and kissed her. This time, there was no audience to convince and no restraints. It was perfect.

When we parted, I looked over the city below us. I was still nervous, but it made me feel invincible. Just like that kiss.

Just like Rima's tiny hand in mine.

Invincible.

Day… Oh, Who Cares?

Rima and I have been doing fine. I guess Kairi Sanjo picked up my missed shot and won the game for us. It's said that afterwards, a freshman cheerleader who always sat with Rima and him came up and kissed him in front of everybody. Him and Yaya make a cute couple. It goes without saying that I was kicked off the team. Ikuto took a page out of my book and decided to be patient. Amu fell right in his lap, quite literally actually. He was so busy with her that he didn't even mind when Kukai started to mack on his younger sister, Utau. Nadeshiko was right. I guess happy endings are real after all.

I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through. That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue to turn and run when all I needed was the truth but that's how it's got to be. It's coming down to nothing more than apathy. I'd rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind, she's on your mind. Let's rearrange. I wish you were a strange I could disengage. Say that we agree and then never change. Soften a bit until we all just get along. But that's disregard. Find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car. Hanging above as the canyon comes between. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on you mind, she's on your mind. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on you mind, she's on your aw… And suddenly, I become a part of your past. I'm becoming the part that don't last. I'm losing you and it's effortless. Without a sound, we lose sight of the ground in a throw around. Never thought that you wanted to bring it down. I won't let it go down until we torch it ourselves. Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on you mind, she's on your mind. Everyone knows she's on your mind. Everyone knows I'm in over my head. I'm in over my head. I'm in over my… Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head. With Eight seconds left in overtime, she's on you mind, she's on your mind.

Alexenne: SOng is Over My Head by the Fray
Ean: I love this song and it just seems like the perfect RimaHIko song! Anyway, this has been teh main story I've been working on so it is very long. I am very proud of it.
Nexa: We would appreciate it if you told us pairings you would like in fuure chapter!
Ean: See ya later!