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JULY 04, 2009

You sit down beside me on the couch and start to gobble down a tub of Caramel Cheesecake ice cream. I could not comprehend as to how you can munch on so much food and still have the small figure you have now. I call you a pig and tell you that the dresses you bought won't fit you anymore. You surprisingly ignore the insults. I could tell that the frozen milk with streaks of caramel and chucks of cheesecake make you happy enough to disregard my comment. You assure me that you are not going to share in any way at all. It's not that I planned on anything, but I grab the tub of ice cream as I watch you in delight. You flail your arms, in an attempt to retrieve the tub, but my arms are too long for you to reach. Your facial expressions and reactions never fail to amuse me.

Hotaru comes in and witnesses our little squabble. You rush and cry to her about the events that happened earlier. She looks at me and smirks at me. If you find my smirks annoying, I find hers annoying. I know what she thinks whenever she does that and I don't know if I should be happy about it. You stick your tongue out and you tell me how much you hate me. I reach out for the spoon you left behind and scoop out a chunk of ice cream. As I digest the ice cream in my mouth, you freak out again.

Hotaru whispers something in your ear and you sniff as you make your way back to your room. She sits beside me and takes the tub away from my hands. She starts talking to me about jogging and its health benefits. I'm not so sure if she's trying to insult me or if she's just trying to start a conversation. But she continues to yap about improvement of lung capacity and endurance. I could not take it anymore. I ask her where she's trying to get out of that stupid conversation. She asks me if I would like to jog along the shore. I honestly felt like she's trying to do something but I had nothing better to do, so I complied.

I make my way to my room and scan my closet for workout apparel—if I brought any. I found some shorts and a yellow dry fit shirt that I normally use for wakeboarding but this would do. Ruka comes in my room and notices my clothes. He raises his eyebrows as an underlying action for his questions. I just tell him that I'm jogging with Hotaru. His eyes widen and I laugh, knowing what thoughts are running in his head. I assure him that I have no plans on stealing his woman. The statement produced pink cheek tints on his face. I would laugh at him more but I held myself back.

I skip a couple of steps as I make my way down the stairs. I look over the couch and see streaks of long brown hair in a ponytail and hands tying her shoelaces. I ask you if you're going jogging with Hotaru and I. You look at me from head to toe. You retaliate that it's only you and Hotaru that are going to jog. I inform you of Hotaru's invitation and you widen your eyes at me. We start argue. Here we go again. Hotaru walks in the living room, a jar of crab brain in hand, not dressed for jogging or whatsoever. She remarks that she doesn't remember saying that she is jogging as well. Mikan's jaw drops and I am in shock as well.

Hotaru pushes us both until we reach the porch. She goes inside the house and says that she will not unlock the door until we have jogged. I could not see the point but I know what she's trying to do. She slams the door shut and I hear the clicks as the front door is being locked.

You complain how you don't want to jog with me. I tease you that you just can't keep up with me. I start jogging and I could tell how infuriated you were. You start to run towards the direction I'm going and you tell me that you can keep up. We exchange teases and continue to argue until silence befalls us. I watch you from the corner of my eyes as you jog your way to our destination (I don't think there's any direction, really).

Your hair flows and forms lines that paralleled the horizon. I slowly pull the ribbon that tied your hair together. I watch as your hair disperses in different directions and how gravity takes over as your hair falls to place. You stop in your tracks and I stop in front of you. You giggle and tell me how much you know of my hatred of your hair up. I face you and agree to that statement. I don't know why but my body moves by itself, approaching you. Strands of hair dangle on your face and I tuck them behind of your ear. My fingers, unconsciously, trace the outline of your face. As I realize what's happening, my eyes widen in shock and embarrassment of what I've been doing. As I'm about to pull my hand away, you softly hold my fingers and look into my eyes – full of question and wonder. You ask me the same thing you wrote in the journal – what I think of you? I didn't know how to respond.

The sun starts to set and light continues to disappear. I linger and drown in your eyes that continue to shine, despite the lack of light. I l… Like it when your hair is down. You already know that.

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