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Edited: July 12, 2008, 10:22 pm. / July 13, 2008, 10:04 am. / August 3, 2008, 9:54 pm.

Natsume’s Reaction to 13 Signs That You’re in Love

Written by EzMouse

Dedicated To:
Little Girl Light-chan

Because I wuv you to itty-bitty pieces. :)

I found myself lying in bed, an almost crumpled pamphlet in my hand. No, it’s not mine, it was something Imai shove in my pocket the other day and I just took notice of it now. 13 Signs That You’re In Love, it read. Great, more trash.

I crumpled it and threw it in the trash bin, but missed. I tossed in my bed, trying to get some shut-eye. But for some reason, I stood up, smoothening out the creased pamphlet I grabbed back from the floor. 13 Signs That You’re In Love, I read again.

Why would Imai even bother giving me this?

Whatever.

I plopped back into my bed, holding the list in the air as I read it. Let’s just see what this stupid list is all about.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 13. You can’t stay mad at her for a minute or two. You actually have to try hard to stay mad.

What? That doesn’t have anything to do with falling in love. I’m always mad at her. And if I’m mad, I’m mad. I don’t have to pretend to be angry at her just because it’s her.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 12. You’ll keep reading her IMs over and over again.

I read it over and over because I always see her stupidity and childishness, both in talking and in chatting. I mean, come on, only you would be stupid enough to keep reading the same messages over and over. You think I’d read it because I think it’s cute?

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 11. You’ll walk really, really slow when you’re with her.

Sorry, but I don’t walk slowly with her around. She usually just pops out of nowhere and begins talking to me, and here I was, thinking I could get some sleep at the Sakura Tree. Of course, I stand up, trying to ignore her, but no, she follows me like some kind of dog.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 10. You’ll feel shy whenever you’re with her.

What’s to be shy about? The fact that she even bothered to exist and I’m treating her badly? Pfft.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 9. While thinking about her, your heart beats faster and faster.

The only time it’ll beat fast is when she turns into a mutated dog, ready to prance on me and eat me. As if.

Oh, another thing. Two days ago, my heart was beating fast—BUT—how can’t it not beat fast when I just spent the last eight hours running around the darn campus, looking for the idiot who just got herself lost in the Northern Forest? My heart wasn’t beating for her, it was because of exhaustion. See the difference? That’s first grade science, people. Wait, why did I even bother looking for her for eight hours anyways? Ah, never mind.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 8. By hearing her voice, you’ll smile for no reason.

I wasn’t smiling—I was gritting my teeth in frustration, when I heard her say, “Natsume, I was looking everywhere for you!”

What the heck?!

I can’t believe I kept running around looking for her—and after I did find her, the moron tells me she also spent the last eight stinking hours looking for me! What, so the two of us have been on some kind of stupid chase all along?!

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 7. While looking at her, you can’t see the other people around you but her.

What, are you saying that I’m blind?

I have no time to pay attention to the other people around. They’d be lucky enough to see me look at them, but tough luck. I’m too busy glaring at the idiot.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 6. You’ll start listening to slow songs.

Like I would. What's the freaking relation?

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 5. She becomes all you think about.

Yeah, I think about her—I think about how the heck I’m going to kill her tomorrow.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 4. You’ll get high, just because of her smell.

High? Look, she isn’t a drug, got it? And I don’t go around sniffing people. It’s not my fault her scent of strawberries fills the entire room whenever she comes in. Anybody with a nose will be able to inhale it. Duh.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 3. You’ll realize that you’re always smiling to yourself whenever you think about her.

I can’t stop recalling those stupid things she does to me that always manages to get on my nerves. Don’t get the wrong idea. Like I said before, I don’t smile—I grit my teeth in frustration. They're two very different things, so stop getting it all mixed up.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 2. You’ll do anything for her.

Anything for her? Maybe if you meant anything to her, then yeah. If I feel like smacking her on the head, I will. If I feel like calling her names, I will. If I feel like throwing her outside the window, you bet I will.

-.-.-.-.-

Sign Number 1. While reading this, there was only one person in your mind the whole entire time.

I’m not even gonna comment on that.

...

Ugh. That’s the whole reason why I hate “love” lists—they always have a way of trying to expose somebody against their will. I don’t even know why I bothered making excuses for this.

I try to hold my anger at her because she’s such a baby who’ll cry the very minute I raise my voice on her. And she’ll get emotional again, which makes her more annoying—and I'll feel guilty. Her stupid IMs that sometimes say, ‘Hi, Natsume! Did you miss me?’ or ‘Goodnight Natsume. Think of me before you go to sleep,' makes me wonder if she’s reading my mind! If I try to run away when she’s following me, this’ll just make me want to follow her. And the hell with being shy! She’s practically the only person I show my true colors to and still accepts the way I am!

My heart beats fast whenever I think about her... maybe I’m going crazy, or maybe it’s the fact that everything she does makes me feel weird inside, that it just makes me want to throw up. When I’m alone, the sound of her voice calling my name pierces through my ears. But for some strange (almost stupid) reasons, I prefer her annoying, screeching voice to music. Whenever I talk with her or be with her, I don’t care where we are—either we’re in the public library or in the middle of the crowd—I always seem to forget that we’re not the only two darn human beings in this wretched world. Anytime of the day that I turn on the radio, the sappy love songs I encounter always reminds me of what I feel for her until it comes to the point that she's practically all I ever think about!

Her scent of strawberries always reminded me of the fruit I once loved but now hated. Just because of her, I started eating them again. And when I think about it, if she ever needed something that was found at the ends of the earth, I’ll probably be dumb enough to go look for it—and the earth has no end! It’s round, remember? Round! Now I’m talking like an idiot! Ugh.

And this all brings us back to Sign Number 1.

I guess you probably know who this her or she or person I've been talking about for the past six minutes. If you have a brain, you'll know that it isn't Imai—just because I've been mentioning only her name here, it doesn't mean it's her. Dim-wits.

...Darn it.

I just realized now why this has 13 signs. Imai really did have something planned with this.

Am I that unlucky to fall for Sakura Mikan so easily?

Wait, why did her name suddenly just came in bold letters?!

Well, never mind. At least she’s lucky enough to have someone like me to—hey, why the heck am I telling you all this? I can never get some privacy with all you morons stalking me like a bunch of idiots. Scram. Ugh, stupid love, stupid Polka Dots. It’s all her fault I’m saying disgusting things again.

I’m such an unlucky person, surprisingly lucky enough to have her there for me, even though I know I hate her.

But why do I always think about her?

Why did I even have to fall in love with her?

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I wanted to fall in love. Eck. I detest that word. Love. For a genius, I am so darn stupid. Her of all people; the idiotic, pigtailed, polka-dotted, strawberry-scented, crybaby.

Mikan.

It's not supposed to be this way—I wasn't supposed to love her this much.

...

But I’m pretty glad I did.

God, I must’ve completely lost it.

Author’s Notes.

Weeeee. My second oneshot! Okay, this was totally random, but I hope you liked it, somehow! I had this sudden inspiration breakthrough from a quote I read in some graphic site. So yeah, the 13 signs weren’t made by me and I'm also disclaiming that. I spent about 4-5 hours making this, and had some time revising some stuff. I had so much fun doing Natsume's POV. I think I'll do that more often. XD

I think I can categorize this as a crack fic? Yayy. My wonderful crack fic. :)

So, let me hear from you. I’d love to know what you thought about it. Suggestion, comments and all other thingamabobs are very much appreciated. Flames? Err... hopefully none. But just in case, I'll get the fire extinguisher ready. xP

--Nikki-chan / EzMouse