I exhaled heavily as we drove away, Malak following closely, eventually landing in the back seat and sitting calmly. I ejected No Doubt and put in Senses Fail's Still Searching and switched the track to Calling All Cars.

"Are you implying something?" Ryuzaki asked calmly.

"What? No, why?"

"I don't know, this fits your situation a little."

I watched as he took the exit to the school.

"No, we can't go back yet!" I whined.

"And why not?"

"Because you promised me aviators!"

"Damn." He whispered as he took another exit and back onto the highway.

I smiled contently as I leaned back. Malak hovered over my head and whispered, "Is he bothering you?"

"No, I think I like him." I replied quietly. "We'll wait and see how this pans out, okay?"

He didn't seem content with my answer, but I sat back up and sang the next verse.

"I don't have love left inside, inside
And I don't have love left inside, inside
Are you desperate for an answer?
I don't have an ounce of good left in me now
That's why I walked out."

Ryuzaki frowned at my singing, so I stopped.

"I didn't want you to stop." He remarked, pulling into the mall parking lot. "I just wish you wouldn't sing such depressing songs."

"Okay." I replied and he smiled as I sang Island In The Sun by Weezer, the only song that could ever cheer me up.

"When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain."

Ryuzaki hung his arm over my shoulder and I smiled and held his hand. Sure, I was dating Light, but he pretty much forced me into the relationship. With that aside, I was a woman and could do whatever I damn well pleased. I noticed Ryuzaki took me into an expensive sunglasses store, with designer shades like Gucci, Dolce and Gabbana, Fendi and various others. I cracked up as I picked up a pair of sunglasses.

"Can we say windshield?" I laughed as I put them on.

Ryuzaki smiled as I walked around, looking at all the glasses.

"You can pick whatever you want." He said as a saleslady gave us the up and the down.

"Someone is looking at you." Malak whispered.

I turned around the saleslady smiled that I-am-so-much-better-than-you smile and looked away, tending to a Paris-Hilton-wannabe.

"Bitch." I mumbled.

"You shouldn't be so mean." Ryuzaki scolded as I looked over a rack of sunglasses.

"Ryuzaki, I don't like designer glasses."

"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "I thought girls loved them.."

"I'm not like other girls." I said with a smile as I took his arm and walked out.

By this time the saleslady decided to give us her attention.

"Did you find what you needed?" She asked in mock politeness.

"Nope, all your sunglasses suck, they're like windshields, we're heading over to Wal mart for some REAL sunglasses that will not let my retinas burn in style."

For the first time ever, Ryuzaki started laughing hysterically.