Yes! I'm alive!

Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for…

"Oh Alexxxx?" I sang in a taunting tune "Are you awwwaaakkke?"

I prodded my best friend in her forehead as she groaned softly, before raising an arm and whacking the back of my head violently.

"Ouch!" I protested, rubbing the back of my head before sending Alex a wide grin "Glad to see you're back to yourself."

Alex groaned again, before fully opening her eyes and giving me a tired, venomous glare "How long was I out of it?"

"About 3 hours" I replied "Still, how was the ride? You looked really sick before you passed out in Mori's arms…" A genuine question, I didn't know how she'd react after.

At that moment, Alex's face turned bright red, then almost immediately afterwards it changed to sickly green as she pressed the palm of her hand against her mouth in an attempt to keep the contents of her stomach from spewing out. She clenched her stomach, and ran towards the bathroom.

"I guess the motion sickness hasn't worn off yet?" I asked myself, looking at the now closed white bathroom door to the left of Alex's bedroom down the hall. I smirked slightly at remembering her facial expression when I mentioned Mori…well, before she turned green anyway.

Did something happen between them? If it did, I was going to squeeze the life out of Alex until she told me! There is no way she's going to seduce a poor guy without my knowledge (Or my help!)

Well, poor isn't exactly the right word to describe a student of Ouran…

I looked around Alex's room; it hadn't been all that long since I last saw it, yet already it had completely changed.

The color of the walls had gone from baby blue to a passionate, bright red, and the pictures have been re-arranged too, now with the family photos on the right wall, and her certificates for footb-….soccer competitions and tournaments blue-tacked onto her left wall, circling her mirror next to the door.

The floor, thankfully, hadn't changed from its very expensive wooden floorboards, and the bed hadn't been replaced. Though it was backwards now.

That's just the way Alex is, forever changing and never one to stick to something for too long, unlike me who hadn't changed the design of my room since I moved here, I wasn't much of a person who liked changes.

When I had first heard she was on the soccer team, I didn't actually expect her to last too long on the team. I expected it to be like a pop-star craze; here one day, gone the next. However, to my surprise she was actually really, and I mean really good at it, and kept improving as the months went by. In that way, she's pretty unpredictable.

Though, it was her conviction to dancing that really threw me off guard. I will always remember the moment that I first saw her dance. I had forgotten my P.E bag and had left it in the sports hall, so I had to run back and get it once school was over. I heard music playing from inside the hall, so I had crept round the back to find out who it was without disturbing.

To my surprise, it was Alex in the hall, oblivious to her surroundings as usual and moving to the beat of the song with perfect timing. It looked like her style of kicks and ducks were just like her soccer playing, so that's how I recognized her, even though I didn't know her too well at the time. I stayed, frozen on the spot as I saw her move, like a rabbit in the headlights.

To be perfectly honest, her dancing technically wasn't too great. It had too many aspartic movements and unnecessary energy usage in her steps, which reminded me of how Tom used to play guitar when he was 10 years old. But she had this passion to her movements, a thousand times greater than any kick she had delivered during soccer practice. I was witnessing a side of her that I had never seen inside the classroom or on the field, and I was soaking it in like a sponge.

She noticed me soon enough though, after one of her twists went wrong and she ended up splattered across the floor. She turned around as fast as lightning and stared at me, giving me a glare that was so mixed with anger and fear that I froze on the spot once again.

I remember her eyes feeding out the most sincere plea towards me, and her words were so potent that they cut me like a knife.

"Please…don't tell anyone" She said, panting and dripping with sweat after her routine. Her tone of voice was fairly even and indifferent, though I could tell that it wasn't a question; it wasn't even a demand in a way.

It really was a plea.

Before I had even thought about what she had said for a second, the words formed and left me in a split second.

"Promise" I said.

From then, she just walked out the room, and didn't say anything more. I got my bag and we parted ways. It was the next day that we started talking and from then on our friendship got closer and closer until we became what we are now, best friends, sisters that we chose.

After all this time, I'm pretty sure that I've seen every side of Alex. The one when she's defiant against the teachers setting more homework, the one when she's on the field, acting as leader for the entire team, including seniors who respect her and follow her orders without question. I've seen the worried and judgmental side of her when she puts on a leotard before practices, the one when she's giving her heart out in a routine that she spent 3 hours straight planning. I've even seen the side of her when she goes bright red in the face when she likes a guy a few times…

…Wait.

Oh…so that's it!

At that moment, Alex walked out of the bathroom and came to sit on the end of the bed, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Ah, I feel so much better now!" She exclaimed "That vertical drop was ridiculous! I got so terrified when we got to the top! It's over 100 meters vertically you know! Just before we went over the top point, I clenched Mori's hand so tightly it must have gone purple! Hunny was smiling and grinning though at us! The sadist! He must enjoy watching blonde girls suffer!" she hissed, probably already calculating on how to get back at Hunny.

"You like Mori, don't you?" I asked Alex frankly, there was no sugar coating it, just point blank. After all, she would have given the exact same response if I had been in the situation, so I thought we could play on equal terms.

For a second, Alex looked at me with genuine innocence and curiosity, asking "What the hell are you going on about Kate?"

However, as soon as the question sank into her thick skull, her face went bright red once again, and her eyes widened so they looked like they were going to engulf the rest of her face, Oh how I wished I had a camera to get a picture of her horrified face.

"O-of course not!" She exclaimed, flapping her arms about in protest, before jumping off the bed and running out of her bedroom again, yelling as a futile attempt of an excuse "I'm gunna' hurl again!"

I smirked, before picking up my shoes in the doorway and yelling behind the bathroom door "My work here is done! Get some sleep ok Alex! We've got Haruhi's tutoring tomorrow!"

I walked out of the front door with a smile on my face, and looking back at the modern, complex building I grinned even more. Even though she was in denial, I knew all of the symptoms of 'Alex crush disease'

Step 1: Red in the face
Step 2: Inability to form sentences when the subject of 'Person X' is brought into play
Step 3: Avoidance of said person until unbearable
Step 4: Demands of chick flicks and chocolate
Step 5: Growing a pair and asking him out.

Step 5 only occurs until the crush has gone on for longer than a week, something very rare of the easily swayed best friend of mine.

Well, if my assumptions are correct, the poor guy should start feeling left out in approximately 3 days…maybe 4 without close contact.

I just hope that she's picked a good bloke this time. I found a little jump in my step and I began to hum, everything was going to a lot more fun around here.

Sorry this took so long; after my exams were over…I was too scared to write!

I slept for 14 hours straight after the last day of exam week! It was the BEST SLEEP EVER!

My grades are…average. Which pissed me off to no end! I got 1 mark off an A* in my English paper! I would have got it of they didn't change the marking system for grades so that people who failed didn't fail! So then…I actually started crying!

Then my friends had to talk to my English teacher afterwards, as I was still in the classroom (had French next in there) trying my best to say that I'm alright…which I wasn't. There was a 3 minute silence between all of them, and then my amazing friend Charliy explained everything at lightning speed, and afterwards my all to frank, yet wonderful friend Sarah told him "It's all your fault Sir"

…you've gotta love my friends!

Still, it's not actually his fault! I was just really angry at myself for getting such a mark! If I was angry at him and thought it was his fault I wouldn't have been crying! I would have been plotting for REVENGE!

Eva Sirico: Thank you so much for reviewing! I've had my eyes on naming that notebook of doom 'Kira' for a LONG time! I'm so glad you like it!

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Reading your chapter now…I'm not that much into angst much but…I think I'm going to have to start calling you 'sensei' from now on…

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