Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

-James M. Barrie

You find it annoying.

You find it impossible.

You find it unbearable. Unbearable to hate her, unbearable to push her away. You just find it impossible to keep her away from you.

It's contagious, her happiness. That happy-go-lucky smile rubs off on you; you find it too much of an effort to refrain from smiling.

You can't get the clumsy brunette off your mind. Her hazel eyes are swimming in your head, thousands of expressions sprouting forth. That large smile on her smooth face plastering itself to your mind. Her loud voice constantly echoes in your ears, just the thought of her laugh making you tingle. That adorable pout and shining eyes you find irresistible. You don't mind her tagging along. You don't complain when she drags you off to buy candy. You really don't.

You love her.

It's obvious. The feelings you harbor for her are clear as the sun.

Your friends snicker as your stoic face melts into that of a lovesick expression. But you couldn't care less. You don't give a shit about what others think of you.

She is your sunshine.

She makes you happy by being happy.

You can't imagine loving anything, anyone but her.

"Natsume.

"Natsume!"

You love the way she calls your name at the edge of the sidewalk. You love how her eyes light up when she sees you walk into the room.

"Hn."

"Let's go get chocolate! Pleeease!"

You love the way she begs you for the smallest of things. You don't mind at all when she starts drooling at the thought of sweets. You secretly wish she would drool about you. You know she already does. You know already loves you.

But you can't bring yourself to show too much.

"Whatever. Let's just go." You mentally wish you weren't as cold, as distant.

But she doesn't seem to notice; even if she does, she doesn't indicate it. "Yaay! Let's go, Natsume!"

As she drags your arm off to town, you can only stuff your right arm into your pocket and heave a half shrug. You desperately hope she doesn't notice the blush creeping up your cheeks.

You know. You know she notices. And you're thankful, grateful for that. Grateful that she notices; grateful that she doesn't comment on it.

She just grins at you, those luscious lips of hers curving upwards.

As she pulls you along, she stops abruptly.

That stupid smile still etched upon her face, she looks surreal. "Hey Natsume?"

You just lift your head, one eyebrow raised.

She let's go of your arm and shifts uncomfortably. It's her turn to blush.

You relax and smirk. One head cocked to the side, you cannot resist poking fun at her. "Hurry up Polka. The store's closing soon." You both know that this isn't true.

Flustered, she punches you grouchily. Pouting, she snaps, "Moment gone. Let's go, pervert." She snatches your hand and attempts to continue walking.

You pull her back, eyes hiding under your bangs.

You open your mouth to tease her. Then clamp it shut.

As you look up and stare into her hazel orbs, her eyes are lit with curiosity, lips curved into a smile. It seems she has already forgotten the earlier ordeal.

You open your mouth again. Then close it. You feel stupid.

You must look stupid too. You feel like a fish out of water.

But the way she is staring at you intently, you can't bear to look away.

Swallowing your pride, your eyes bore into hers. "Mikan."

You haven't spoken her name to her directly in a while. You see her freeze.

You smirk inwardly, pleased that your voice still has an effect on her.

"Mikan," you repeat. Taking a breath, you continue. "I love you." There. You said it. You said what she initially attempted to say.

She continues to gawk at you. You shake your head at her stupidity. She looks like a fish gasping for air.

You realize you have never told her this. You run a hand through your dark hair and exhale.

"Tell me you do too." You whisper huskily, not caring if people on the street are stopping to gawk at you. You need to hear those words from her mouth and hers along.

"I–," She's still staring at you, as she whispers, "I l-love you.

"I love you too, Natsume."

She is smiling sincerely now, all traces of embarrassment gone. You feel your heart swell in happiness, with love. For your Polka-Dots.

You smirk. "That's all I needed to here. Polka."

You pull her into you. Ignoring the stares you two are receiving, your lips fall onto hers.

She doesn't respond.

As you deepen the kiss, you hear her moan. Her lips work against yours as a new blush creeps from her ears.

Then there is a clash of colors. For you.

You feel happy. An emotion that almost went extinct. Until she came into your life.

"I love you, Natsume." She whispers against your mouth as you continue to explore her sweet cavern.

You smirk and break the kiss. Staring into her hazel eyes, you arch an eyebrow. Diving into her mouth again, you murmur, "I know. I love you too, Polka."

You feel her smile against your lips as you tickle the roof of her mouth.

When the two of you break apart, she is beaming brightly. "Let's go get chocolate now! But next time, I want to be the first to kiss you! You better watch out!" A mischievous smile creeping up her lips, she squeals, "Santa Claus is coming to town!"

You decide to humor her. "Oi. It's only the end of summer, stupid."

She just sticks her tongue out at you and continues skipping.

You shake your head at her childishness. Yes, she is the only one for you.

She is your sunshine.

You are my sunshine.

Alex