Miki's PoV

"You finally frickin remember...." He says breathlessly in between our kisses. Gosh, I haven't kissed like this in a long while. His hair was so smooth and damp from just after shower.

"I'm not very good at remembering things... I guess." I say as a small excuse. But obviously he didn't buy it.

"Then I'll help you remember." With one swift movement, he kissed me with even more force my head was starting to feel light.

My mind was clouded and I was drowned in his lips until I realized something. Am I still in love with him?

Sure I could say without a doubt I fell for him madly two years ago in less than an hour.

But if I forgot him in such short time...does that mean feelings change too? For how I've known him for the past few weeks...first, he kidnapped me to his house; second, he pinned me harshly to a wall; third, he kissed me out of my own will twice.

How do I know if he still feels the same way? Or is he just playing around?

"So then...can I call you my girlfriend from now on?"

That sentence kind of shook me a lot more than I'd ever think a guy can do to me.

In that very second of hesitation, even fate seems to think that I'm not ready.

I fell off the bed.

Well one could say that someone was using too much force. And I was slowly leaning back. The covers were slippery!

"Ack!"

Nolan tried to pull me up, but he fell with me instead.

You can only imagine how awkward the position I'm in right now.

"...You're the best mood ruiner I've ever met." Instead of taking advantage, he smiled a little bit and got up. Lifting me up and setting me on the bed.

I guess he sensed how I felt.

"You can sleep here, it's the most comfortable bed in the house." He says, getting up and fixing his robe. I felt massive heat rush to my face when I realize I was the one who made it so dishelved in the first place.

"Good night." An unknown emotion was laced in his voice as he opened the door, then turned back slightly to look at me behind his shoulder.

"Miki. I'm serious about it." He states firmly. I averted my eyes. I then heard the sound of the door gently closing behind him.

I think I hurt his feelings. I let out a shaky breath.

Words are just sounds that anyone can pronounce. Time will tell.

The next time I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

"When did I fall asleep..?" I mumbled under my breath as I sat up. My hair was probably a huge bird nest on my head. I get a bad hair day once every two weeks, as weird as it is.

Glancing around the room, I see a fresh set of clothes sitting on the edge of the bed.

It took me entirely five minutes just to walk from this room to the stairs. As I got to the welly set-up dining table, Nolan was gesturing to the seat across from him.

It was a wonderful Japanese-themed breakfast.

Rice was made into shapes of adorable little teddy bears sleeping on a pillow made of omelet and the covers were omelet as well.

Now I kinda understand why he wasn't used to the taste of mom's cooking.

This breakfast is like paradise in the mouth.

Seeing how nonchalant he is while eating, I guess he has this kind of treatment every day.

Rich People.

As I was half-done the heavenly food, Nolan's voice broke me out from my focus.

"I know anyone could say words. If you need more proof, I'll show it in actions." His sudden statement had me there for a second. Until I remembered what he said yesterday night.

"I'm serious about it." He had said. As in...he wanted to date?

I'm weirdly unfamiliar with this feeling. It's not like I'm a prude, how come I don't even know how I'm feeling?

Even the delicious breakfast became null on my tongue after his departure.

One of his chauffeurs drove me to school. I attracted plenty of attention, going from biking, to limousine-ing to school.

"Isn't that Nolan's family crest on that limo?" I heard a quite loud supposedly whisper.

My eyes automatically scan the limo. Sure enough, there was a crest professionally engraved on the front of the vehicle.

O'Bryan. It read in the middle of some fancy designs. I assume that's Nolan's surname? Is it Irish?

"What a bitch, staying over at a rich guy's house for his money."

I knew this was going to happen. No matter what I actually do, if I speak two extra words to Mr. Popular here, I'm gonna be called a slut.

I closed the car door and bowed to the driver before heading into school gates.

Psh, why should I care? They couldn't be me even if they want to.

I frowned when there was a crowd of people surrounding my desk.

"She's here!" someone exclaimed, and the crowd immediately scattered.

There is a velvet heart-shaped box of chocolates on my desk. No one dared to touch it, which explains everything.

I read the plain white card inside the box after I've opened the lid.

'Not sure which type of chocolate you like, tell me later. –Nolan'

A seemingly unromantic sentence, but it indicates that he cares about my taste and that he wants to see me later. And he actually went through the trouble of getting all three main types of chocolate: dark, milk and white.

When he said he was gonna show it in actions, I was afraid there that he might do something rich boys do.

Public proposals; candles forming a large heart on the ground; heck he can even manage a helicopter putting down a banner that may say anything.

But...this is actually normal and sweet.

Such a shame that I don't like chocolates with caramel filling. Mom does, I can bring these to her this afternoon. A piece or two shouldn't hurt.

The bell rang signalling lunch period. I took an extra glance at Satomi's locker when I passed it. I didn't see her today yet.

Does she plan on ever saying anything to me again?

Why didn't she tell me she had a crush on Nolan? Then I wouldn't have given that dress to her. I thought it was harmless. It should've been harmless.

I was still in thought when I opened my locker, something fell out.

It was a small recorder. I press onto the 'play' button, then hold it up to my ear.

It's Satomi's voice.

'Miki...its kind of useless to say this now, but I'm really sorry.

I think it's for the best, so I transferred. I'm sorry.

No matter what, you were my best friend in this school, Miki.'

A 'beep' signals the recording came to an end.

Slowly, I wrap the recording device in my hand.

"Well at least she's gone now, that bi--"

"Nolan?! Why're you everywhere?!" I quickly cut him off and turn around.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere." He responds cockily, which was true as much as I wanna hit him.

All of a sudden, his raised his hand, it was reaching out to me. He caught my wrist before I could take a step back. With a yank of my arm, pretty soon he was the only thing in my entire vision.

Imply how close we are standing together now.

His gaze was on me intently while his other hand lightly trailed down my arm.

What does he think he's doing? 

My heart rate sped up unwantedly again and I was about to close my eyes.

When he swiped my phone open.

"You could've just asked me." I said, annoyed at the disappointment in my subconsciousness.

"You would've asked why, and then it'll take too long." He says in his deep voice while he was probably typing in his number.

"By the way." I was distracted by his hand still holding my wrist until he spoke up, "you haven't told me what kind of chocolate you prefer?"

"Hm? Oh, milk chocolate is fine."

He merely nodded once, then dropped my phone back into my pocket. Then took out his to jot something down.

Just as I thought, it's the newest brand of phone.

"I'll text you an address, meet me there tonight at six thirty."

"Wait, I'm visiting my--"

"Come after your visit or I will go get you." His tone was slightly softer though firm. It shouldn't be a problem after I visit mom.

I rolled my eyes and giggled softly, "Fine, you just can't stay away from me, can you?"

The faintest smile flashed onto his face before he leaned down and kissed my forehead before walking past me.

He's already acting like he's my boyfriend.

I felt super self-conscious for the rest of the day. Why?
People were starting to make way for me when I walk down the halls. Not in an avoidant manner, but a timid manner. Like how they do to Nolan, Hanazawa and Asher.

The box of chocolate in my hands, I skipped along the hospital hallways towards mom's private room. She has a private one now...but I never paid for anything!

Maybe it's a good-hearted person willing to help hospital patients?

I checked my mom's charts from her doctor first.

From where this is going... she can be out before this semester ends. Good news.

Today's a pretty good day, I guess.

But then...what is this nervous feeling in my stomach? As if something incredibly unexpected is going to happen?

I stood in front of the door, but it seemed like mom was talking with someone. It couldn't be the doctor because I just dropped by at his office and greeted him.

My subconscious told me not to knock. So I twisted the knob and opened the door.

They were so drowned in the slow kiss they didn't even notice me.

Mom was sitting on the bed side-by-side with...Baba?

What in the name of unicorns is going on?

My head was completely blank, the box of chocolate slipped out of my grasp and onto the ground. That was when mom finally noticed my presence.

"Miki...?" her whisper probably snapped him out of his trance as well. Both of them looked my way. Mom abruptly stood up.

"It's not what it looks like!"

I didn't move an inch. Then what is it? Explain to me. What is this?!

"...I'm waiting." I said quietly. Baba was only looking at mom, as if asking for permission to speak. Mom wasn't making eye contact with any of us.

"...Then what is it?" I push again. I don't understand. What is still unspeakable between Mom and I?

I can't stand her obvious silence when she just told me it's not what it looks like.

"If you're not going to speak, I'll just go."

Without hearing her response, I turned away and ran out the hospital as if I was on a mission escaping from the guards.

My phone beeped, it was a text. I didn't bother with it until I was two blocks entirely away from the hospital building. My stamina was pretty good thanks to the constant running and hanging-from-ceilings from my thefts.

After I've calmed down for a few minutes, things started to come together in my head.

But then...why didn't any of them tell me? How'd they think I'd take it?

Just then, my phone beeped again. Reminding me that I got a text.

It was from Nolan.

'This is the address.'

'Reply when you see this.'

His texts were fully-typed and well punctuated.

'Be there in ten'

Sent.

I wiped away the moist in my eyes that I didn't notice were there. Then went to the address Nolan sent me.

My mind was already clouded by what happened. I wasn't really paying attention when I just walked into a bar.

A place I never went to before.

"Miki."

Asher's voice, so this has to be the right place.

"Are you alright?" Hanazawa's voice. Though he sounds a bit annoyed.

Someone took my arm. Why do I feel so hazy? I thought I was stronger than this..!

I looked up and blinked a few times. Finally I can see all three of them. We are in a private room, there was a TV set on the wall and drinks were set on the table.

"It's been a long day... [without you my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you agai--//murdered]" I mumbled as I sat down on the long couch and took a deep breath.

"So I'm assuming you know that Mitsunari Baba is your father then?" Nolan's question instantly shook me awake.

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*peeks out from corner* plz don't kill meh T^T I BLAME SCHOOL AND THOSE STUPID PRESENTATIONS AND TESTS AND ASSIGNMENTS.

okie havva nice DAYYYY 

October 12th 2015

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-Lily :)

Edited: July 17, 2016