AN: I'm on a writing frenzy so bare with me! And I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Isn't twice enough for your stupid lawyer? I DON'T OWN DNANGEL!!!

Chapter Three: Face the Music

Satoshi paced back and forth across his apartment. He walked across the vinyl kitchen floor, back into his bedroom. Sat down on the bed, and immediately got back up.

This was impossible.

He must be dreaming. There was no other explanation. This was going against everything he had set down for his life. First of all, what happened, happened. He would never be able to fix it. That was that. He would live alone somewhere far away from her and they would never speak again. That is how he planned it; Someone was going against his plan. Why did Risa have to come here this summer? This was unacceptable. He had to stop it at once. All he could picture where her lips as she said his name. So smooth and pink…

"Argh!"

I felt the scream tear from my lips as I shook my head vigorously to get rid of her image. Lashing out, I kicked my nightstand, and immediately regretted it. Now, I was both in pain and confused.

Just go and talk to her Satoshi. I told myself. It's no big deal. Just pretend it didn't happen at all. If she doesn't bring it up, you don't bring it up.

I sighed. This is why I had a personal planner. So nothing surprised me, I knew exactly when I had something to do and where it would be done. This was insane. I took another deep breath. I had to call her. I knew that I knew her cell phone number, but in a small corner of my mind I wished I didn't know it.

Then…my cell phone rang. Shit! I swore, now how am I supposed to avoid it? I glanced over at my phone with loathing in my eyes. I'm so pathetic.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Satoshi-kun! I was wondering if you would meet me at the diner down the street from where we ran into each other. Well… I kind of ran into you. (She punctuated her speech was a small giggle. Damn! Why did she have to be so cute?) I hope you can come."

"Yeah sure" I said, not even knowing where the words came from.

"Ok, I'll be there in about half an hour, see you then!"

"Yup, bye." I muttered, silently berated myself for picking up the phone.

I sighed once again, and decided to make the best of this. Yes, that's right Satoshi-kun, I said to myself, sarcastically. Why don't you just go ahead and be all smiley and happy?

I groaned and quickly undressed. I figured that if she wanted to see me, she must have forgiven me. Thus, I might still have a chance! No…probably not. But anyway, I might as well dress up a little.

I pulled on a nice pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Examining myself in the mirror, I decided to wear my blue button-down shirt over it, and I left the top two buttons undone. I grabbed a jean jacket on my way out the door and my wallet. I was on the way to face Risa, and maybe, if she brought it up, try to make amends for what I did.

"Hey, Satoshi-kun! Over here!"

I watched her spin around to look at me, calling my name. Why did her hair have to flow around her face like that? I walked towards her unconsciously and found myself sitting across from her a second later.

"How have you been?" I asked, mentally noting the tremor in my voice. I'll have to work on that…

"I'm good." She replied, ignorant of the tremor. Thank God!

"How are Riku and Daisuke? Are they a couple still?"

She nodded, a smile gracing her lips. The waitress came and took our orders and we sat discussing Riku and Daisuke and our days in Junior High and High school.

"Umm Satoshi?" She began, fiddling with her napkin. "I was wondering if you remember that day when I thought Dark-san was going to come to the museum."

I nodded, quickly cutting my emotions off. I set my mouth in a hard line.

"I remember."

"Well I just wanted to say I'm sorry for…for…"

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. I glanced left and right, wondering if people were looking at us.

"Shush, shh. It's ok." I told her, my voice more pleading then comforting. "Don't cry. You didn't do anything wrong. Please…stop…crying."

She looked up at me and sniffed, her eyes pricked with diamond tears. Ugh, I couldn't stand that pain reflected in her eyes. Why did I agree to this again?

"I'm sorry for crying, I've just been thinking about it for a while and I shouldn't have blown up at you. It wasn't your fault Dark didn't come."

I held my tongue.

"I was just so angry because I loved him so much. But when I saw you walking around High School the next day, you avoided me. I figured you hated me, and then I started to realize how much I liked you."

I looked up; my heart had skipped about five beats. I needed to stop her. Right there, before she crossed the line in my mind, where I knew she was going. I may be allowed to love now, but I still find it hard when other people say they like me.

"You know Risa, I avoided you because I had kissed you, and you ran away. I figured you hated me."

She shook her head, smiling at me.

"Never ever, silly! I did dislike you a bit for kissing me like that, but I couldn't hate you."

Is it possible for someone's brain to just stop? Because at that moment I felt very…brain-dead. She couldn't hate me…I couldn't hate her…Why the hell did we avoid each other then!

"I don't know." She replied.

My eyes shot wide open.

"Oh crap, I said that out loud?"

She giggled again and smiled.

"Yup."

I just sat there and looked at her for a second. She was so pretty.

I felt myself moving forward.

Her eyes were closing. Oh no, what was I doing?

I was just about touching her; we had both leaned across the table.

My eyes closed. Here it comes…

"Here's your food."

My eyes shot open and I sat back down in my seat. Risa, looking equally flustered grabbed her napkin again and began to tear it slightly, her cheeks burned crimson. I glared at the waitress, with the power of all the glares I had ever given. In fact, I was surprised she didn't burst into flame. She moved away quite fast though…

"Umm, It's on me so don't be afraid to ask for a refill if you want it." I announced, lamely, as we began to eat.

"Thanks."

I nodded and began to plan my revenge on the waitress.