DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alice Academy or the characters related to it. But the rest, I do.

Author's Note:

Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. I've been busy with school. I actually have long test on Japanese history tomorrow, but I decided to finish this chapter that I started on Saturday. Enjoy! And thank you for supporting "Letters to You"! You are all appreciated and loved.

If you really can't tell who's entry this is, just message me and I'll leave a note on the next chapter! Heehee.

~dancedaze

JUNE 25, 2009

You are talking nonsense. Clearly, you had no idea what you drank was not juice. Your face is red and you reek of alcohol. You really are innoncent—too innocent. Don't get mad at me for writing here. You'll probably forget about everything, so it's my job to make you sure don't.

We're currently in the van and you start to sing. So this is how you act when you're drunk, huh, Mikan Sakura?

You snuggle to Hotaru and tell her how much you love her and want to marry her. She shoves you to Ruka with so much disgust, probably because of how you smell. You hug him tight and you tell him that you love him. Tch. You shouldn't be saying those things to Ruka. But it's not like you know how he is reacting right now. You snuggle to him more until I decide to separate you two. You get mad at me and tell me that I'm just jealous. Please. Why would I be jealous? For someone like you, you shouldn't be given any form of alcoholic drink. You say the stupidest things.

After a couple of minutes, you finally fall asleep on Hotaru's lap. Peace and quiet at last. I didn't realize that everyone else fell asleep. How on earth did they do that, in the midst of your continuous singing and laughing? I guess they're that tired from the karaoke.

Ruka diverts his eyes towards my direction. I realize that he can see something he shouldn't be. I cover his eyes and pull him towards me. I straighten out your skirt. I didn't know you had blueberry-printed ones. You are not careful – drunk or not. Really, why do you wear such short skirts? Hotaru doesn't wear short skirts. That's why she doesn't have anything to get mad at me for. Unlike you, who always shouts at me and tells me how much I am hated. Tch.

Mr. Narumi drives slower than usual, which takes up more travel time. I guess he's too tired and wants to take caution. Rain starts to pour down. Every half a minute, it just gets stronger and stronger. So much for summer, huh? Ruka, too, has fallen asleep. This sucks. It's half-passed one o'clock. Clearly, I'm used to staying up late because of insomnia. I was diagnosed with it when I was four or five. That's why people refer to me as the "Black Cat" – always lurking around with crimson eyes – so they say.

Mr. Narumi checks if there is anyone who is still awake. I reply just because I pity him, who has to drive this late at night—early in the morning, rather. Water continues to pour down and hits the car windows and wind shield. I worry that the car might skid but Mr. Narumi is slowly driving. There's more of a possibility that we will reach the beach house safely than not returning at all.

I close my eyes for a while and listen to the pit-pattering rain. The water smoothly washes the van's wheels and doors. The tires skid a little bit as Mr. Narumi takes a turn to a corner. Ruka sniffs due to the cold temperature. I really don't understand how it can be raining now.

I hear a snore. As I look to see who it is, I see a sleeping class representative, snoring his tires away. Amazing. Yuu is really something.

I hear Hotaru's name. There is no doubt that this is coming from you. You ask her if she knows who you love. I expect to hear "Hotaru" again, but I'm wrong. I hear my name cross your lips. Are you still that drunk? I don't believe this.

I'm sure you'll have an extreme headache by tomorrow morning. You better be ready for it. I'm sure you'll have a hard time getting out of bed. You should drink aspirin and take a cold shower. It'll wake you up.

Don't blame Nonoka and Anna for this. You drank it all yourself.

I look out and I see the beach where we stay at. Assuming from where we are, we'll probably arrive the house at around two-thirty or so. The rain seems to be calming down. I can feel Mr. Narumi testing the capacity of the car to move faster without any risks of accidents. He sees that it's safe now, he speeds up without hesitation. A couple of minutes after, we reach the beach house and the rain stops. Mr. Narumi asks me to help him wake everyone up. I shake Ruka who is beside me and Sumire who is in front. They both wake up and start passing the message that we're home.

After five minutes, everyone finally wakes up and gets out of the car to stretch a bit before heading to bed. As I was about to walk, Ruka stops me to tell me that Hotaru is stuck inside because of you. We try to carry you out of the van. Who knew you're this heavy? It must be all the pigging-out you're doing. After, finally, getting you out of the van, Hotaru asks me to carry you back inside. Before I could retaliate, she drags Ruka back inside the house. She is really not giving me any options lately. I pull your arms around my neck and carry you on my back. You're lucky that soccer varsity made me stronger or else I won't be able to carry a cow like you.

We enter the house and Mr. Narumi closes the door for us. He smiles at me annoyingly. Tch. At three o'clock? Really? I try to ignore him and just go up the stairs. Carrying you on my back is such a work out. As we reach the second floor, I look ahead and remember than your room is at the end of this long alley. Why couldn't you have chosen the door nearest the stairs, you dumb-dumb. Walking all the way to your room feels like two Christmas seasons has passed. We enter your room and I slowly lay you on your bed. You tighten your grip and you tell me not to leave you. And there it is again. I hear my name. I wish you wouldn't say my name in such a tone. It drives me nuts.

You finally loosen your grip and I was able to lay you on your bed. I walk away from the bed when you grab my hand and pull me. You really are crazy and stupid when drunk. Your pillow smells like your shampoo and your bed sheets smell like your detergent.

You hug me by the neck and I feel your breath on my neck. I pull the ribbon that tied your braids together. You wouldn't want to have waves and braid marks on your hair, now would you? I slowly pull your hands apart and I quickly move out the bed and out the door.

I see Hotaru, standing in front of you room. She smirks and giggles. I bet it's because of what she saw. Before she enters your room, I hand her your ribbon. She takes it, enters your room, and closes the door.

I expect anger and screams tomorrow. Try to be calm and remember, you idiot.