Summary: When people see Natsume Hyuuga, they see someone who is pure perfection, they see someone they envy, hate, love and admire. But when Natsume Hyuuga looks at his own reflection he sees someone who is imperfect, someone who will never be loved, never accepted and never cared for. However when Mikan Sakura sees Natsume Hyuuga she see's someone who is an imperfect perfection.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or its characters.

As the tires of Natsume's silver Volvo rolled over the gravel of my driveway, I leaned back in the passenger seat and heaved a sigh while turning and looking over in Natsume's direction. Today had been a long day, I thought with a pause, for both of us I presume, my thought continued as I eyed Natsume carefully. Natsume who had been sitting there, staring at the steering wheel. He seemed to be lost in thought. "Thanks for offering to drive me home" I said in a soft voice. That wasn't right… Natsume didn't offer to drive me home, more like he grabbed a hold of my forearm and told me that I was going to ride with him. I waited for a reply from Natsume but did not receive any. Just great… here comes the uncomfortable and awkward silence, I thought. "No problem" Natsume finally said, somewhat breaking the tension inside of the car. We sat like that for a few more minutes before Natsume said something. I averted my eyes in Natsume's direction. "Hey polka dots" Natsume called out to me in a solemn voice. Something was off with his voice, I thought. Instead of his usual nonchalant and teasing tone, it was a serious one.

I turned away from him, flustered and flushed at the mention of the nick name that I had obtained from him. Hopefully he won't be able to see my face with the little light that we have shinning through the car, I thought. "Yeah?" I answered after a short moment of silence. For some reason I turned back and looked at Natsume. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded, the change in him had made me feel a little on the edge of my seat, I thought. "Listen, what I said about Aoi… I was serious, stay away from her" Natsume said to me, though it sounded more like a command. That's it, I thought with a pause, I can't take it anymore, my thought continued as I felt my hands tighten, my knuckles turning white from the sudden loss of blood. I stared to open my mouth and ask "why" I mean Aoi seemed like a sweet enough girl to me, I thought with a pause, so why Natsume? I asked him, though I didn't say it out loud.

As if sensing my clouded thoughts and inner questions, Natsume spoke to me "One of these days, soon I'll tell you all that you want to know about both me and Aoi's relationship with each other, and why it's the way it is now" his eyes finally meeting mine. Those crimson red eyes, burning intently and intensely trying to will me into believing him. I don't know why, but even without him looking at me with those eyes, I believe him, I believe that he'll tell me when he feels that he'll need to tell me, I thought. "Are you okay with that? With waiting?" Natsume asked me. This is strange, I thought with a pause, the emotions that I feel right now… they're all over the place, and I don't like that, I thought. I only nodded to Natsume in reply to his statement. Too afraid that my emotions would get the better of me and cause me to say something that I most likely wouldn't say. I just hope Natsume couldn't see my real reason for my actions.

I climbed out of the passenger seat of Natsume's Volvo, and stood at the end of my houses driveway as I watched Natsume and his car disappear over the horizon in the distance. "You'll definitely tell me, won't you Natsume? Why you and Aoi have such a strained relationship, won't you Natsume?" I asked though I knew that I wouldn't receive a reply seeing as how Natsume had left a long time ago. But I can't help feeling somewhat hopeless because of my situation and position in these matters, in Natsume's matters.

I walked into the house, and shut the front door quietly behind me. I looked over from where I was standing and saw that the only light on in the house was in the living room. Maybe my mother can help with this, I thought heading for the living room. Only to find that my mother was on the couch , fast asleep, the television on, and the credits from the 'TITANIC' movie playing, I felt my sweat drop. "Mom did I ever tell you that, you're a hopeless romantic?" I asked her, even though I knew that with her in the state that she was in, of being sound asleep that she wouldn't answer me. I noticed the sheet that was at the end of the couch, and pulled it over top of my mother to keep her from catching a cold.

I stared at the television screen. A hopeless romantic, huh? I thought. I wonder what type of person would I be like that with? I asked myself, suddenly making a mental image of the person in my head. Faintly painted pink lips that always smirk at me. Pale and flawless skin that glows in the sun. Raven black hair tousled in a manor that only made that him look even more handsome. Crimson eyes that make me unable to… I stopped. All those features belong to Natsume. I shook my head, slapping myself in the process. Get a hold of yourself Mikan, I told myself. Just what are you thinking about? I thought. When did I start becoming a pervert like Natsume? I wondered. Maybe I should go back to avoiding him, he's starting to rub off on me. I turned off the television and went up to my room, turning off the living room light in the process. Once I was in bed, I stared up at the ceiling with meek eyes, and heaved a sigh. As things are going right now, I'll never get any sleep. I thought. After about a long hour of staring up at the ceiling, I finally felt my eyelids start to get heavy, and I fell asleep.

I felt my eyes flutter open, to the sound of something beeping. My vision was still blurry, because I had just woken up. I glanced over at the clock on the night stand. One o' clock in the morning. Where was the beeping noise coming from? I asked myself, as I sat up slowly in bed, suddenly feeling dizzy with sleepiness. The beeping continues, it takes me a couple more moments to register the noise. I hunched my back over slowly, letting my arm fall to the side of the bed in a slow lazy motion, and reached for my school bag. The inside of my bedroom was pitch black, and I couldn't see what was in front of me, but I felt around the inside of my bag for my cell phone. When I finally found a shape that seemed to be the accurate size, I pulled it out of my bag. I looked at the screen of my cell phone. 'One new message' I flipped open my flip phone and opened my inbox. I stared at the screen, thinking back to where I had seen this number before. I know this number, I thought. But why can't I remember? I asked myself.

'Who is this?' I typed in my reply and sent it. I stared at the screen that illuminated so brightly within my dark bedroom.

'Who do you think it is, polka dots' I stared at the reply that I had just received. Polka dots? I asked myself. "Oh" I said shortly. I was so tried that I hadn't even recognize that the phone number had belonged to Natsume.

'It's just you Natsume' I typed in, and smiled sleepily to myself, noting that the message I had just sent to him was filled with some sarcasm. I wonder if he'll notice? I wondered to myself, biting back a small snicker.

'Are you trying to be funny?' the new message that I had just received asked me. So he did notice… well you can't put it past him, of course he was going to notice, I thought.

'Of course not… but the better question is, why are you texting me so early in the morning?' I demanded to know in my message. I mean it was that I didn't enjoy talking/texting with him, its just… come on, one o' clock in the morning. Are you freaking kidding me? We start taking exams in a few weeks, and I need all the rest I can get, considering that I'll have to devote all of my time to studying for the exams, since the highest score I've managed to get lately is a forty-five, not to mention that my mother will kill me and mostly likely dance on my grave if I don't get a sixty or higher.

'Listen…tomorrow we need to talk, and you should be up extra early, because I won't wait for you if you aren't' I stared at the screen of my cell phone. That sounds just like Natsume, bossing me around whenever he feels like it. I sucked in air, and puffed up my cheeks, thinking the worst of him at that exact moment.

'Okay… what time are you coming to pick me up?' I waited for his reply. If we were going to talk, I need to know what time he was coming to pick me up because, I need as much sleep as god will allow me to get.

'Six o' clock, so you'd better be up by five-thirty… goodnight polka dots' with that my brief conversation with Natsume had ended. I closed my flip phone, causing my room to again be engulfed by the empty darkness of the night. I turned my attention back to the clock that was on the night stand. Not that much time had passed by since then, so I flung my cell phone to the end of the bed and went back to sleep.

In the morning I sat on the edge of my bed. I glanced at the clock, it was already six fifth teen in the morning and I was up and fully dressed. To be truthful, I was still tired considering that I only slept for an extra two hours and then found myself awake, staring up at the ceiling. I got up and headed for my bedroom window. Looking at the empty drive way. Six o' clock my ass, you're the one whose late Natsume, I thought. Feeling my eye start to twitch with agitation and irritation. I moved quickly, long strides towards my bed, to grabbed a hold of my cell phone and call Natsume, and demand what the hold up is. When I heard my mother call me from the bottom of my stairs "Mikan you're rides here" she called. I grabbed a hold of my school bag, shoving my flip phone into my denim shorts pocket, heading for my bedroom door which was ajar. I quickly headed down the stairs, looking into my school bag in the process to make sure that I wasn't leaving anything behind. Lately it seemed that I had become very absent minded. "You're late-" my voice trailed off as I made it to the end of the stair case. It wasn't Natsume as the bottom of the stairs but Aoi.

Aoi looked at me and smiled. "Sorry I'm late Mikan-chan" she said. I lingered on the bottom stair "…" I couldn't say anything, I was shocked beyond words. "I know you're shocked, so lets go before were late, I wanna talk to you during the car ride to school" Aoi said grabbing a hold of my forearm and dragging me out of the house.

I stared at the back of Aoi's raven black chopped hair. Why is Aoi here? Where did you go Natsume? I thought, as we climbed into the back seat of the white topped convertible in my driveway.

To Be Continued…