Chapter 7 Amy Marshall
Amy walked along the hall of Ouran Academy. Hikaru had told her to meet him in the club room at two o'clock but she was a little early.
She approached the door to Music Room 3. Just as she was reaching for the handle, she heard voices…
"Kaoru, I-I'm sorry for…acting the way I did when you and Melinda got together." Hikaru's voice sounded so small and worried.
Amy pressed her ear to the door and stood as still as possible.
"I forgive you, but what exactly happened to you, Hikaru? Lately, you've been so different. You've been happier but you look so sad." Kaoru's voice was soft.
"Well," Hikaru sounded sad, "recently I've had an epiphany. I understand what happened to you with Melinda." He sounded slightly happier. Amy could hear a smile in his voice. "But it's not enough." His voice faded back to sadness.
"What do you mean?"
"She will never consider me. I don't deserve her." Amy could hear the utter sadness in his voice. She could just imagine the sad look in his eyes. It broke her heart.
"Hikaru, I know Amy. She is definitely considering you. Plus, she is so lucky to have you; considering that you changed for her." Kaoru was so caring. Melinda and Hikaru were lucky to have him.
"I didn't consciously change for her. I just changed for her; like it was the most natural thing in the world. She has such an impact on me and she doesn't even know it. And I don't know why, but I just do things naturally for her."
For some reason, Amy opened the door, looked Hikaru in the eye, and said, "Because, us being together is the most natural thing in the world."
The two boys looked at her in surprise. Hikaru was the first to get over the shock and made his way to Amy. As he stood in front of her, she could feel the excited energy flowing off him.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and crushed her into his chest. He placed his cheek on the top of her head and breathed deeply.
Amy closed her eyes and melted into him. She slowly brought her arms up and wrapped them around his waist. The feeling that was swelling up in her chest was one that she would have never imagined.
Everything about Hikaru made her feel secure and loved. The way his shirt smelled; his warmth; how he held her tightly; the way his back and arms tensed as her held her; it all made her wonder how she, Amy Marshall the bookworm, could have someone like Hikaru love her so much.
I'm so lucky, Amy thought wistfully.