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Don't Forget
By Tsuki's Angel
~Chapter 3~
-Newest Couple-
~Mikan~
It's been a couple of days since that party. I haven't seen or heard from Natsume, which was a good thing, may I add. Today was my day off. Hotaru and I were at an indoor café. She was eating some crab cakes with some tea, and I had a glass of iced tea with lemon.
I needed a break after what I saw in a magazine yesterday. It was on the magazine…and all over the news. I screamed when I saw it. I was currently reading what the article said. I saw it everywhere and though that I ought to know what it was saying about me. I set the latest issue of Us Weekly on the table and started to read it.
NATSUME HYUUGA AND MIKAN SAKURA BACK TOGETHER?!
Last night, at the outrageous Midnight Moon party, Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga were spotted having a little scene. Also, Sakura sang her first hit single, When You're Gone, which was supposedly believed to be dedicated to the handsome, Natsume Hyuuga. Speaking of the hot bachelor, he was seen taking a willing Mikan Sakura to a hotel room, and weren't seen again until the following morning! What an interesting night that was for our newest get-back-together couple! And to top it off, Sakura left the hotel in Hyuuga's clothing! What a scandal! For more on the subject see page 46.
'ARGH! WHY ME?!' I screamed mentally. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths.
In…one, two, three…
Out…one, two, three…
In…one, two, three…
Out…one, two, three…
I felt better, much, much, better, but I was still a bit tense. I took a sip of my iced tea and sighed. It was something to love. My iced tea, I mean. I leaned back against my chair and quietly looked out the window.
"You look stressed," Hotaru commented. I didn't reply. I just stared out the window at the falling snow. I've never noticed how gracefully the little snowflakes fell down to the earth. It was calming, indeed. I wonder if the saying that each snowflake has a different pattern is true… I mean, seriously, there must be ga-zillions of those little snowflakes everywhere. Each one of those little things is supposed to be different. It just makes me realize how feeble the human mind really is. I can't even come up with a hundred different designs. Well, maybe I can, if I put my mind to it, but it would take a long time.
"Hotaru, what's the topic for my next song?" I asked suddenly, still snowflake gazing.
"Guilty. They're going hard on you now," she said. I shrugged.
"Whatever," I said. My brain began to think of all of the possibilities of my new song. I was thinking of the beat, the lyrics, and the dance all at the same time. I was thinking of the dance because this song was supposed to be my first music video debut. I was going to be bigger than I already was.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Hotaru muttered. I took a sip of my iced tea in reply. I wondered why it was snowing in November. I mean, isn't the snow supposed to arrive somewhere in December? Well, whatever. I was never too bright. I wouldn't know.
"What's today's date?" I asked.
"November 14. The song is due November 21. You are performing it on November 27," she replied stoically. I froze, rigid in my seat. Natsume's birthday was on November 27… Why me?
"Okay," I said.
"Hey, we should get going. I have paperwork to do," she said.
"Fine," I replied. I got up and put on my coat, as did Hotaru. We left a tip on the table and left the store to our penthouse.
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I hummed the beat to my new song. I wanted it to have a 'dance to it' type beat. I was doing a music video on it, after all. I yawned. It was now two o'clock in the morning and I was dead tired. I didn't want to sleep, though because when I write a song, I can't stop thinking about it, so I wouldn't be able to get any shut eye anyways. I picked up my water bottle and took a swig. I set it down and began to strum my guitar again, replaying the notes I wrote down and making up some new ones. I wrote the lyrics as I went along, creating my song for the big music video.
"…and dangerous…" I murmured while writing down the lyrics. Only a week left to write this thing. I needed it absolutely and positively perfect.
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It's been a couple of days. I had half of my song done. I needed to perfect it. I was speed walking along the streets of New York, hurrying to get back to my cozy penthouse so that I could continue to work on it. The sign said, 'Walk.' I looked both ways quickly and ran across the street. As soon as I stepped up on the sidewalk, my heel betrayed my and broke, making me fall backwards. My eyes widened, but I didn't scream. I was caught by a pair of gentle hands. I looked directly up to find a guy with dark, messy hair and a star tattoo on his cheek. I tilted my head. He was…kind of cute.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, lifting me up with no effort. I stumbled, and he had to help me again.
"Yeah," I said. He held me in place. I lifted my head to see him, and he tilted his head at me. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Aren't you Rose?" he asked, grinning.
"Uh…yeah, actually," I said, placing a strand of my hair behind my ear. It kept escaping.
"That's so cool! I love your music," he said.
"Thank you," I replied.
"No! It's totally fine," he said, holding his hands up,
"Is there any way I can repay you?" I asked.
"Why? I didn't do much," he said. I huffed.
"Listen, if you didn't catch me, I would've gotten hurt and my manager would forbid me from working on my newest song. So thanks to you, I will have my first music video, debut. Sound like much?" I replied, crossing my arms. "Now, I repeat, any way I can repay you?"
He blinked, and then grinned, "Um, wow, if you put it that way…how about you join me for some coffee?" His cheeks were slightly flushed. I grinned myself.
"Sure thing," I said. "Anything for my savior."
His cheeks reddened even more. I laughed.
"Starbucks okay?" he asked.
"How about we go to lunch instead? I could use a salad from Olive Garden," I said. He shrugged.
"Cool," he said. I tilted my head to the side.
"What's your name?" I asked, staring at him.
"Oh! It's Tsubasa Ando," he said.
"Well, Tsubasa, I'll get us a cab," I replied.
"No, I'll get it," he said. I raised an eyebrow.
"Fine then," I said. He got us a cab relatively quick. Quicker than I would have, but of course, I didn't say anything. I hopped in and he came in after me.
"Olive Garden," Tsubasa instructed the driver.
The ride there was silent, not an awkward silence, though. I was comfortable in it. It was soothing in a way. Why is it that I feel totally comfortable around this complete…stranger?
"Hey, how old are you?" I asked suddenly, leaning my head back on the seat.
"Twenty-four. How about you?" he asked.
"Twenty," I replied.
The silence continued after that. I snuck a glance at him. He was wearing simple clothing. A layered long sleeve shirt that had the sleeves black and the shirt white, worn in jeans, converse, and a clack and white striped hat that actually really suited him. He wore a black winter coat over it with the zipper undone. All I wore was my red sweatshirt, a denim mini-skirt with white leggings, a designer white shirt, and some beige boots. My coat was just a thin white coat that reached my knees, but I left the zipper open, just like him.
"We're here," the driver said. I took out a twenty dollar bill and threw it over the seat.
"Keep the change," I said. I got out of the car and so did Tsubasa. I stepped out onto the curb and stood in front of Olive Garden.
"So, Rose, do you—" he started.
"Mikan," I replied. He blinked.
"What?" he asked.
"My real name is Mikan. Mikan Sakura," I said. He tilted his head.
"Really? So Rose is just a stage name?" he asked.
"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'.
"So do you want a table or a booth?" he asked, holding the door open for me. I walked inside, with him following after me.
"Booth," I replied.
"'Kay," he said, walking up to the man behind the podium.
"Booth for two," Tsubasa said. The man held up menus and gestured a hand towards the dining hall. He found us a booth and we sat down on opposite sides, each taking a menu.
"What are you going to order?" Tsubasa asked.
"Um, I think I'll have just a vegetarian salad with a glass of water," I said.
"Uh…oh. Um, I guess I'm getting the soup," he said.
"Okay," I said. He was acting funny.
"So, what is your new song about?" he asked.
"Oh, the topic is guilty. I have half of the lyrics down and the tune," I said.
"Guilty?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know how they come up with this stuff, either," I muttered darkly. He laughed. I stared at him. "What's so funny?"
"You look so serious," he said, snickering. I glared at him.
"Well…excuse me," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and huffing. The waiter came up to our table.
"Are you ready to order?" he asked. I nodded. He had a squeaky voice.
"I'll have a vegetarian salad and an ice cold glass of water," I said.
"I'll have the main soup and a glass of…Sprite?" he said, uncertainly. It was my turn to snicker.
"Who looks serious now?" I asked, grinning.
"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes. The waiter took out order and left.
"So…tell me about you," I said, leaning forward and setting my head on my folded hands, which were propped up on the table with my elbows. I listened as he told me all about him.
~Natsume~
"What do you want to get, Natsume?" Luca asked me. I glanced at him from my menu.
"I'm just getting the Chicken Alfredo," I replied sullenly.
"I think I'll get the same," Luca said. We waited as the waiter came up to the table.
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked. He had a squeaky voice. I cringed.
"I'd like to order a new waiter," I muttered under my breath, only loud enough for Luca to hear.
"We'll both have the Chicken Alfredo and I guess…two glasses of coke?" Luca said. The waiter nodded and left. Luca shook his head in disapproval.
"You can be impossible sometimes," he said. I rolled my eyes.
I looked around the restaurant. Olive Garden can be so crowded. I hated coming here, but Luca wanted to, so I didn't complain. I looked at all of the different people, laughing and enjoying themselves. I glanced around and something caught my eye. Well, it was more like someone. I squinted my eyes to see her better and saw that it was Mikan. She looked…relaxed? She also looked somewhat…happy. I haven't seen her like that all this time I've been in New York. Why was she so—wait, who was she with? I turned my gaze to the guy she was with. He had black, messy hair and a tattoo under his eye on his cheek. Who was he? He laughed at something she said, and she…smiled. I felt pure fury building up inside me. Luca stared at me curiously.
"Natsume…?" Luca said, turning his gaze to what I was staring at. His eyes widened. "We could leave if you want."
"No," I said, through my teeth. "It's fine."
I turned my head away from them and leaned back on my seat, crossing my arms across my chest. Whatever. She can do whatever she wants. It doesn't matter. I don't care. Not at all. The guy was pretty unlucky, anyways. Having her isn't all what it's cracked up to be. She can be so demanding and impatient at times. I don't want to forget how clumsy she can be. She almost fell out of my convertible once. Clumsy idiot. I glanced at her again. She was nibbling on a small piece of salad, and smiling at what the dude was saying. Just who was he? Not that I care, of course.
~Mikan~
I nibbled on a small piece of salad that the waiter brought over. Tsubasa was drinking his Sprite.
"So, then, Misaki was all like, 'Don't kill it.', but I wasn't trying to! I was just petting the puppy," he finished. I smiled. He has the strangest stories.
"Who's Misaki?" I asked.
"Oh, she's my…friend," he said, quietly. I smirked.
"You like her," I teased. He flushed tomato red.
"I-It's not like that!" he argued. I rolled my eyes and glanced around the restaurant. I took one glance to the side and my heart stopped. I turned my head slowly and stared at him in the eyes. He was staring directly at the table where Tsubasa and I were seated. He looked utterly furious. I quickly looked away.
"What?" Tsubasa said, looking where I did. He stared in confusion. "Hey, isn't that Natsume Hyuu—"
"Shut it!" I whispered furiously. "He'll see you, idiot!"
Tsubasa quickly looked away.
"Why don't you want to see him?" he asked.
"I absolutely loathe him," I replied through my teeth.
"Why?" Tsubasa questioned. I glared at him. He stopped talking.
"He's just a sick jerk," I spat. I glanced at him again. He looked so mad, stabbing his food like that. He looked as if he could cut right through the plate with just his glare. An idea popped into my head.
"He looks pretty angry," Tsubasa observed.
"Will you do me a favor?" I asked, hastily. Tsubasa blinked.
"Sure…but what is it?" he said, curious.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" I asked quickly. He stared at me skeptically and then flushed.
"W-what? Can you repeat that?" he asked, not believing me. I huffed.
"You heard me!" I said.
"Why?" he questioned.
"You ask too many questions," I said. I sighed, might as well tell him. "Well, I want to give Natsume a taste of his own medicine. He seems to get mad when I'm with you, so if I was your girlfriend, he would surely die."
Tsubasa burst into laughter. He was so loud.
"S-shut it!" I scolded. He tried to stop.
"T-that's it?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Brilliant! You, Mikan, are devious."
I grinned, and then said, "Great. Starting today, you and I are officially going out."
"Not really, though, right?" he asked, grinning. I smirked.
"Exactly," I said, taking a sip of my water. This was getting fun.
Kay, so this is only like seven pages long, but I thought this was a good place to stop. I am extremely sorry it's so short, but I need to plan out the next chapter.
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