Hey guys, ive changed tracks a bit. so i've gone this chapter whole on POVs...its going to be frustrating reading this. Ill be editing this chapter to add more later.

Enjoy.

PS. i couldnt own Wallflower. do you?

Sunako's POV

I woke up to a bit (?) of a noise in the ward. My brain gave me faint images of that Bright Creature so close, so darn close to me.the thought itself gave me a huge nosebleed. That's when all the bright ones in the room realized I was awake.

Big mistake.

This was their big opportunity to flash that multi-billion-watt smile of theirs at my face. And they took it. I sighed looking at Ipsita to see if she was shielding her eyes too. But she was fumbling with her bag to notice the sheer intensity of light in the room. I sighed again.

What she took out was the next horrible thing to the flashy smiles. A camera. AAAH! I screamed inwardly.

Ipsita's POV

I couldn't do anything about it. I was asked by my school to take 3 pictures each day, about how life goes on in Japan and blah blah blah…Plus I really did like my Polaroid.

I knew how Sunako might have felt about that but I had to have this shot. I was pretty darn sure that they'd report my injuries to my school. And looking at Sunako screaming about no photos, I thought she'd face injuries better than face a photograph.

So I had this SUPER-brainwave. I begged Sunako to let me take a shot of half her face. I told Takenaga-san, Noi-chi, Blondie, little Yuki-kun and that weirdo Ranmaru-san to face away from the camera, just showing half of their faces, and stand around Sunako's bed.

From where I was standing, this shot could've even been from a professional studio. Sunako couldn't believe it either, when she saw it. Her friends gathered around me to see it.

Blondie said, "That's just brilliant, Sweetheart."

Beep-Beep-Beeeeep. There should have been a boom after that, but there was silence - as everyone, Sunako and me included, stared at Kyohei, wondering whether the photoflash had taken away our ear-power.

He laughed, a little at first, then a lot, then like a person with an empty upper-storey. It caught on.

Kyohei's POV

I figured if I found an irritating enough name for Blondie-girl/ Her-friend/What's-her-name-chan, then probably she would call me by my name or anything nearby my name. What I called her maybe sent a wrong message to the others, but it definitely worked.

Clever, cunning me… muahahahhahahah!!

Yuki's POV

Don't know if my point of view even matters. But whoa, Kyohei sure got back at the Ipsita-chan for the Blondie thing. I hope she isn't upset! She seems to be a nice enough person.

Sunako was sad next morning. Like she was mostly. Unless she was around "dark" stuff or little children. Probably because Ipsita couldn't make it. Or because Sunday meant date-days for the guys, so she was usually stuck with the brightest Creature-Of-The-Light, watching horror-movies together. But Kyohei – grumbling, back from the market (Sunako couldn't go, so guess who had to)- gave all the stuff and more, that she would need for lunch, handed her a bunch of DVDs and said he was going on a date, and left.

Sunako would have fallen off her bed, had her leg not been stiffly casted. She just stared after him.

Kyohei's POV. again.

Well I made it up of course. I would never agree to a date, ever. Unless it was Her of course, that too just because of the free rent. Or food. Or gore. Or just plain more food.

But still, I wasn't, no, couldn't be on a date. I just met Sweetheart, oops, Her-Friend, at the grocery. She looked as if she needed someone to point out the fun places to go. My benefit here was that, I was not likely to be screamed at, yelled at, have stuff thrown at, while with Her at home. But I had to look a little different so that we wont be stuck in the fan-stampede.

Turned out that she used to live in Tokyo when she was little. But she hasn't been out here since she was five. So I'd told her I'd meet up at the bus-stop, we'd look around town, have lunch, and visit the Amusement Park. Crap, it sounded freakishly like a date.

We looked around town, with an awkward kind of silence between us. But when we reached the videogame-arcade, we completely flipped over. It was a solid hour of beating each other's high score, leg-pulling and name-calling. In the end, the owner just kicked us out for being too loud.

And the way she looked at me when we had lunch? She kept giving me weird (scary) looks and preached and scolded me (I felt like Yuki). I could've died with shame, just for eating something that wasn't vegetarian. I was finally reduced to eating salad and something green and more green, that surprisingly did taste good. You got to hand it to her, she can argue. Oh boy, she can.

When I saw her in the restaurant, I could see Sunako in her. That was so WEIRD. It completely freaked me out. One second she was Sweetheart (!) and the next, she was Her. Imagining Her having a normal conversation with me is as impossible as is mine ever going out on a real date. Sweetheart had to slap me to get me out of it!!

Ipsita's POV.Oh not AGAIN!!

After that bit of commotion in the restaurant, we left. I had to slap him, to get him to snap out of his weird weird trance. I seriously wondered whether his upper-storey WAS empty. Certainly not impossible. He deserved it for calling me Sweethear, comeon, ive given him a much better name to deserve a lowly "Sweetheart".He was wearing a black colored wig, with a baseball cap on. Not that he looked bad or anything. I mean, how could a Light-Creature look bad? It was sweet of him to do that. Anything that keeps me out of a horde of fan-people is sweet. Definitely.

We opened up after the video-game arcade place, that was so great!

As we were heading for the amusement park, we kind of talked about our families, although I'd heard most of it through little Yuki-kun and Ranmaru-san. It was totally evident he didn't want to talk much about it and was trying to be cool about it. But I could see it. He was hurt.

My mum had passed away. From what it seems, for him his mum is as good as a non-existing one like mine. Sunako, his and my pains are somehow a little same, and just a little different too.

I did the worst I could do before thinking. I linked my arm through his. Beep-Beep-Beep. He's going to blow, I thought, mentally hitting myself. But he did nothing.

We had a BLAST at the amusement park. We ate cotton candy, visited the house of mirrors, stood by the rain dance, rode 3 roller coasters, twisted through air, went through the house of horrors (the scariest thing there was a honey bee following us, we laughed the rest of the way), finally came to the giant wheel.

Knowing my luck, I knew something had to wrong in such a perfect day. While we were sitting in the giant wheel, at the very top, it got stuck. We'd found out on the roller coasters that although we weren't scared of heights at all, it was a bit queasy to be so high up, so fast, both of us.

We sat there discussing World events (imagine our plight—nothing else to talk!). The sky outside was turning darker by the minute. And then we started on football. Soccer, the only thing I played, the best thing ever invented. We debated teams, recounted matches and mourned losses. It was one thing people all over the world can talk about without a care.

Heaven knows how much time passed before we were let down. This time the management people apologized for the inconvenience and offered a refund of tickets to everyone who was on the giant wheel. It really wasn't an unlucky day!! Is that ever possible? Blondie looked amused when I said that.

We were walking back in silence, having exhausted every topic that existed. A soccer ball stopped infront of me. I dribbled it around. And we ended up invited to the match between a gang of teenage boys and girls. That's when the drop hit me. It started pouring like it does in the movies.

That match was a blur of wet drops, fights to get to the ball, pushing pulling, literal mudslinging, rolling in the mud and getting whacked around the pitch. Damn it, it was the best fun I ever had in my life. The game ended when every one of us was on top of another - tired and laughing - a huge pile of people in the wet pitch.

Blondie and I were drenched to the core, cold and dirty when we reached the Nakahara mansion. Also we were still laughing after the match, acting dumb and dancing all the way home. We waited for the door to open, still chuckling.

In between my giggles, I looked at him. He'd lost his wig in the match and rain, his hair stuck to his head, his clothes limp stuck to his frame, and mud covered every inch of him. In all, he looked to me as a person who went through a LOT of darned fun. He looked great.

It was then that I realized he was looking at me too. He started laughing again, and got me to start too. I was starting to get to like his laugh. I wondered in between whether i'd miss this day when i got back. And this laugh of his. I laughed harder, how am i thinking like this?! i guess i caught the madness.

When the door opened we were leaning on each other for support, still laughing hard. Well, in any case, at least I was, considering Blondie sobered up immediately, moved away from me.

I realized that it might've looked like we were hugging, to another person. I shut up. And that another person was seemingly one whom Blondie did not want to piss off.