Disclaimer: I do not own Alice Academy and the characters related to it. But the rest, I do.
JUNE 26, 2009
Hotaru tells me that you're still on bed. She tells me how hysterical you were when you saw what I wrote. She says how funny it was when you threw your journal on the floor and that you don't want it anymore. She says that this also added up to your existing headache, which doesn't allow you to go out and have some fun. Well, it's not like we're having fun ourselves. The rain came back a few hours ago and it's still pouring. So, we are stuck inside the house with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Out of my kindness, I get up and bring a mug inside your room.
I see you lying in bed, moaning due to your pounding head. I talk to you but you ignore me. Obviously, you're still mad at me and I bet when you see this, you will be even more. I can imagine your red cheeks and squinted eyes. It actually makes me laugh more than guilty. I leave the mug on the table beside your bed and leave. Before I close the door, I hear a thank you from you. There's a slight annoyance attached to it, but it's still a thank you. I close the door completely and walk downstairs.
At the end of the stairs, I find Hotaru. She smirks at me with the knowledge of what I just did. Your best friend can be really annoying when she wants to be. I ignore her as I make my way down. She tells me that I could go against Ruka. I glare at her, wishing she would take back that statement. I bet you don't have a clue what we're talking about. Don't bother asking. You wouldn't understand, and in the first place, no one will tell you.
I find Ruka on the sofa beside the window. He tells me how funny it is that the weather seems to match your drunkenness and your overall mood. I sit beside him and look out the window. The rain water meets the sea and the waves crash on the shore. No floater or umbrella is on sight. The beach is only occupied with rain and wet sand. Ruka asks me if he should check up on you because he worries about your condition. For some reason, I don't want to answer him. Hotaru pulls Ruka by the arm and brings him upstairs. She probably knows that I don't want to say what's on my mind.
Mr. Narumi sits beside me and talks to me about the beach house. I just nod and pretend like I'm listening. Hotaru's words continue to echo in my head. This is stupid. I continue to nod and respond with "Mmhmm" and the like. Mr. Narumi startles me with a flower near my face. He says that I should keep it and I'll eventually know what to do it. I really don't want to understand what he's trying to say, but I do. These are the times I wish I'm dense like you. I realize that the flower is the chrysanthemum that, most probably, came from the karaoke bar.
Flower in hand, I make my way up the stairs again. I see your door is left open. Before I can enter, I hear your voice, Hotaru's and Ruka's as well. You seem livelier and happier when the two of them are around. I understand why. But it's quite obvious that you're still going through a hangover. Your speech is quite slurry and your words are mixed up.
I sit at the side of your doorframe and listen for a while. Even though I don't see it, I know how happy you are. Your laughter and smiles say it all. You're such an airhead sometimes—most of the time.
As I was about to leave, Hotaru notices my presence and goes out the room. She asks if I want to come inside and join your little chit-chat. Why would I? I just look at her and walk away. She states that I have to admit it to myself sooner or later. What is it that I have to admit?
You and Hotaru are complete opposites. I can never seem to understand her while you're too easy to read and predict.
I enter my room and lie down. I feel the chrysanthemum's petals and I remember last night. Last night, huh? I don't need to retell the stories here now, do I?
Mikan, will you please be careful? You like to make Ruka and Hotaru worry. You're such a friend.
As I continue to stare into space, I hear a knock on my door. The door opens and I see your straight, long, brunette hair and those sleepy, doe, brown eyes. You're still in your yellow pajamas and you ask if you can come in and talk. As much as I didn't want to, I couldn't say no to you.
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