To dream about it....it doesn't mean a thing....
Mikan sighed happily as she sat under the sakura tree...their tree...she could see natsume had something on his mind.... He sat in his usual one leg up while sitting position. SHe sat close to him, barly an inch of space. Her lefs leatly tucked under her legs, sprawling out to the left, away from natsume. He had that thoughtful look again. She knew that look...It was the 'somethings-on-my-mind-but-its-none-of-your-buisness" kinda thing. She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek and smiled at him. His cheeks went a faint pink and he smugly looked away with a loud 'hmph' .
"Whats wrong, natsume-kun?" She asked him and he sighed heavily. He had to tell her anyway... Because he knew she wouldn't drop it. Because he knew he wanted to tell her....because he knew she wanted to know. He had always had a hard time letting out what he wanted to truly say through words.
"Natsume....you don't have to go through things alone..if theirs something bothering you then I'm-" But something interrupted her thoughts....natsume looked at her. His peircing crimson red eyes said it all before she could complete her thoughts and her hand dropped to her side. Not only did they pierce her, they looked through her. In the most understanding natsume kinda way. He lifted a hand and cupped her cheek and their lips met..more like natsume captured her lips. It did naturally, suprise her...but a kiss from natsume was something special... She closed her eyes almost immediatly...it was sweet...gentle...and she liked how natsume could be sweet and gentle like she knew he was in his own way. She lifted her hand and touched his hand that touched her face.
"Mikan...I-" He began.
Mikan jolted awake from her annoying buzzing neko bell alarm...annoying but useful to wake up. Her body was trembling from the bizzar dream she just had...it was fresh in her mind and she unthinkingly lifted her hand to touch her lips. She started to flail about.
"SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVEN WHAT KIND OF SICK DEMONIC DREAM WAS THAT!! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!" She shouted, her stomach feeling squeezy. Natsume wasn't all bad, infact she didn't hate him at all...but she didn't like like him like some fangirl....okay...so he was sort of handsome...okay...maby his eyes were a GEORGOUS tint of red.....but friendship, hatrid or not...what the heck??She never had romantic dreams before untill she entered ninth grade...and would you have it they were all about her best friend (not hotaru, but guy friend) Natsume?? she had one dream of luca-pyon...one...and it had no kissing...but they did snuggle a tiny bit... A TINY BIT THATS ALLLL! That wasn't so bad...but the openly ever 'kissing' she's ever dreamed about was with the hot headed, and recently mean and cold sholdering natsume hyuuga! She didn't get why all of a sudden he just resumed his old self like when they were little kids....She felt a hit in the head and was sent flying out of her bed and out of ehr thoughts.. She felt a few more blows and heard 'Baka!' repeadly untill the fire simmered down. Hotaru glared at her and started to polish her gun , readying for the next set of artilarry. (hotaru + noisy mikan + sleepyness= cranky hotaru)
"Gomene hotaruuuu....I didn't mean to-" but it was to late...round two was followed up midsentance.
Mikan sakura, age fifteen...first day of highschool....and I have no clue what the hecks going on in my heart.
.....Or does it really?
