Hallucination [Chapter 3]

Title: Hallucinations
Summary: Itoh Hayato was a weakling, a crybaby, a defenseless child. Now he has a mask. A mask that can make him into a gentleman. Into a kind, cheerful, and sociable man. Every girls want someone like him, no? Unfortunately, he's not interested in love. But this certain girl; she changed Hayato's life completely. Namely Mutsuki Kyoko, he fell in love with her. And then something happen—something that he didn't expect.Disclaimer: Mutsuki Kyoko (c) waraauRate/Warn: Weird plot, probably cliché. AND AU!!! and grammar tooGenre: Angst/RomanceA/N: So sorry for the grammar, shit man. I don't even. And this is a chaptered fic. Thank you.

"Sure, why not?"

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Hayato made a smirk on his lips. He rubbed his chin with his hand, staring at Kyoko, examinizing the girl's face. He guessed that he stared too long, because Kyoko complained about it. He chuckled."Okay, can I ask you some questions then?" Hayato asked, even though he already knew the answer from the start.

As he expected her to do, Kyoko nodded. "Of course."

"What about personal things?" he asks again, this time a little too mischievous.

Kyoko stayed silent for a while, staring at Hayato suspiciously, winching both of her eyes. The blonde smiled smugly, waiting patiently for her answer. Then she parted her lips to talk, "fine, it's fine."

He did not expect this, but he just shrugged it off. He took another sip of his coffee and then, after putting it back on the table, he asked, "can I have your phone number?"

Hayato had an amused expression on his face after seeing Kyoko's reaction on his question. She must have thought that he was going to ask about something important—something like, where are your parents, etc. But she did not expect this question, ever.

"Um," Kyoko reached for her pocket, taking out her phone from it. It was a touch screen phone, so she slides her finger on the screen, unlocking the phone. She tapped it for some seconds, and then gave it to Hayato, "Here you go."

"Thank you," he replied, taking her phone from her hand to his. Looking at the phone, he didn't seem surprised that her phone is so clean and has no scratches at all. Maybe it's a new phone, he thought to himself, ignoring the thoughts that were swirling in his head.

The screen was already in the contact section. Weirdly, the only contact there was the name Kyoko, which must be her, and XXXX. Hayato furrowed his eyebrows at this. Who is this XXXX? That is the only question that is currently on his head right now. Again, he tried hard to ignore it, and save his number. And he also noticed that, when he pressed back, the wallpaper is all black and it has no applications except the default ones. That's weird.

"Are you done?" Kyoko's voice disturbed his thoughts, which was actually good, because the thoughts were making him insane.

"Oh," he gave Kyoko's phone back to her, and she quickly snatched it away. He chuckled seeing her looking through her phone with an annoyed expression. After he saw her let out a sigh, he opened his mouth to ask things again.

"Who's XXXX in your contact?" he asked curiously, this time he actually wanted the real answer.

Kyoko blinked at him, as though that she had see something weird and ridiculous. She tilted her head slightly, "what do yoou mean by that?"

"You know," Hayato coughed, gazing away from her. "When I was about to save your phone, you had this contact named XXXX..."

Kyoko now have this weird look on her. She stared at Hayato weirdly, doesn't know what is he talking about. "What do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. She then showed Hayato her phone screen, which was in the contact section, and it's totally different from before.

The layout is same, same as the one he saw earlier. But the different things are—are the contacts. They were completely different from the ones he saw earlier when he saved his number. The XXXX contact was gone, now there were only Mom, Dad, and mine. That was weird.

"See?" she took back her phone, sighing.

"Then what about your completely black wallpaper?" he asked, his question filled with doubts.

Kyoko showed him her phone again, almost too quick that it's now right in front of Hayato's nose, that she almost threw her phone. If she did, then Hayato's nose will absolutely bleed.

But that's not what surprised Hayato right now.

The thing that surprised Hayato was the screen of her phone. It was all cheery—the wallpaper is a pink one, flowers all over it. Was pink her favorite color? Oh, wait, he's getting off the topic. While there were only the default apps earlier when he last checked it, now it has lots of games that interests him.

Weird, the last time he checked, it was all black and blank. Frowning, he shook his head. Maybe it was all his imaginations after all.

He handed the phone back to Kyoko, and gave her his most charming smile ever, "it was all my imaginations. Sorry," he apologized, sounding actually sincere, which surprised Kyoko.

"Oh, um... It's fine..." Hayato noticed that the mischievous Kyoko had turned awkward. He finds this cute, though. He let out a small chuckle.

"And... Where do you live?" Right after he finished his question, Kyoko's fore finger was already pressed against his lips, and he didn't even notice it. Hayato looked up to the girl, smiling weirdly as a sweat dropped from his forehead. "Whaaa...?"

Kyoko's face was calm, a smile was plastered on her lips. "It's a secret~" she said, before sitting back on her chair.

Hayato was dumbfounded, but since she said it was a secret, and he doesn't want to push her to tell him where she lives—that will make him sound like a stalker—he decided to shrug it off.

Before he took another sip of his coffee, Hayato asked, "then how about this: do you have any siblings?"

"Hmm," Kyoko tapped her chin, her eyes rolling. "Yeah, I have an older brother," she says, smiling. "He was very nice, you know."

"Oh?" Hayato raised his eyebrow, pretending to be interested in her brother. She seems to love her brother a lot, by looking at her eyes, he could tell. "Really, how so?" he put down the cup on the table again.

"Well, he's just nice to me," she continued, smiling sweetly. "He also has this habit of jumping down buildings. But he does it perfectly—he never got injured from doing it!"

Hayato blinked. Well, her brother does sounds interesting enough. "Tall buildings?" Hayato assumed.

"Yep!"

"Hee..." he tapped his chin, and then sighed. This isn't going anywhere. What should he ask to her? Her childhood? Her first love? Her parents? What is she scared of? Uh, yeah, that sounded good.

"What are you scared of?" Hayato asked. Since he has a phobia, he decided to ask this.

"Hm?" Kyoko raised both of her eyebrows, "um..." She's fidgeting, he noted. "Nothing, actually..." she answered, somehow uncertain. But it'll be fun to pretend believing her.

"Okay, I think I had enough," Hayato muttered, leaning against the chair. He flashed his charming smirk. "Now your turn to ask me questions."

"Hmm..." He watched as Kyoko thought of a question to ask. Her eyes rolling from here to there, as if she's thinking hard. She tilted her head to the right, and then to the left, and before Hayato realized it, her eyes were already locked on his.

"What is your biggest fear? Or fears, whatever," she said, the last part was barely audible.

Hayato's eyes widened for some seconds, but it quickly came back to normal. But his gaze was different from earlier—it suddenly darkened, as if something had possessed him. He put his head down, and if one looked close enough, they will see gloomy auras around him. Kyoko stared at him, worried.

"Haya—" Kyoko was about to ask him what's wrong with him, he had cut her sentence off.

"Darkness," he mumbled as he averted his gaze away from her. He doesn't want to look at her right now. He looked depressed.

Kyoko tightened her lips, looking at the blonde boy in who's sitting in front of her weirdly. "Darkness? You're scared of darkness?" She began to regret asking him this.

Silence screamed between the two. Just between the two. The people around them were laughing and talking loudly, yet both of them can only hear silence. Nothing. Until the boy broke it.

He flashed Kyoko a big, flawless smile as he said with his usual cheerful voice, "yeah~ I'm scared of darkness," he said, a slight red tint appeared across his cheek. "I'm such a coward, yeah?" he chuckled.

Kyoko could swear that she heard a bit of sadness in his tone just now. But she has no prove.

"...Yeah..." And all she could do right now is nod.

"Also," he coughed, clearing his throat, "I'm afraid of being left alone..." Hayato said, now with real sadness on his face. Or he could be deceiving her at the moment.

Kyoko is confused. What with this guy and his personalities? Hours ago, he was flirty. Minutes ago, he was very cheerful and mischievous. Seconds ago, he was depressed and stuff. Now, he's all sad.

Hayato stared at her. She was going to ask a question, seeing on her face, but a phone's ringing interrupted her. "Ah," Hayato muttered, reaching for the phone in his pocket. The blonde stared at the screen for some seconds, and then looked outside. He noticed it's almost dark. He clicked his tongue, before smiling at Kyoko, "excuse me." He stood up, and went outside, leaving Kyoko there.

Once outside, Hayato picked up the call, "aniki?"

A soft voice can be heard from the phone, "Hayato? Where are you? It's almost dark... You should go home."

The blonde smiled slightly at his brother's selflessness. He's glad to have a brother like him. "Yeah, I know. Gonna go home now. Just wait," he said to his brother on the phone.

After saying exchanging goodbyes with his brother, Hayato put his phone inside his pocket back, and turned around to the cafe again. He went in after the automatic door opened, but when his eyes went immediately to his and Kyoko's table, his eyes widened.

The seat that Kyoko had seated on is empty.

He walked to the table again as he thought about her. Maybe she just went to the toilet? That's possible. Maybe he should wait for her.

He tapped on the table repeatedly, looking around cautiously. His eyes were looking for Kyoko—only Kyoko.

Ten minutes had passed, but she hasn't come back. He's getting worried now, for him, and for her too. The sun is already down, but there is enough light for him to go home. Should he leave her, or wait for her? He took a deep breath, before deciding that he would wait for her.

Another ten minutes has passed, and now he knows that she won't come back. Maybe she went home, that's all, but didn't tell him. But how could she? She can just tell him that she wanted to go home. She did say that her house is a secret—maybe she's scared that he would follow her? But he's not the type of that kind of people.

Now, that's not the only problem here.

Hayato glanced at the giant glass window beside him. And all he can see is darkness.

He should call his brother to pick him up.

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Horoscope 3 [Jack Harries]

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Gwen's Point of View

I feel my throat tightening up even though I'm not holding it at all. No one is holding it. In a few minutes I'm sure I'll throw up things. I feel sick and disgusted. My face is a mixture of red and pale from holding back my puke. Holding back your own puke is much more harder than doing math.

Why am I holding back my puke doesn't matter. What matter right now is that Endless Love has finished.

"Now burn," I mutter as I massage the bridge of my nose. My redhair loosely falls to my shoulder as the bangs cover my eyes, making my view quite reddish. I grunt lowly as I fix my sitting posture to be more comfortable. It's not that comfortable, but let's say that it's much more comfortable than earlier.

Then I remember the lines from the horoscope this morning.

The last thing you want to do today is stay silent. Do not stay silent for the rest of the day---be active!

Okay.

I put away my thick bangs off my eyes, and now my view is clear. I put my hair behind my ear, and now my hearing is also clear. I blink when my ears caught a feminine and familiar voice talking in a thick british accent.

"Look who's awake now." I look up to the voice and smile slightly at her, Heather. But then it turns into a frown once again.

"Ugh," I groan. I take a look at my surrounding. I am in Starbucks with my friends. Most of my friends had gone home, since there's only nine of us—from my left to my right—Eric; Jennifer, my very shy friend; Ivan, my most annoying friend ever; Vincent, my friend who has a cute baby-face; Amy, my close friend; Heather, and then...

Those pair of striking green eyes stare at me in a mocking way. I don't feel offended, however. Instead, I pout.

"Shut up, Jack," I say with the tone that as if I've known him for a very long time. But then I notice his hair. It's swept to the left.

He laughs at me. "I'm Finn!" he says with his sexy accent. Even though almost all people here talk like that.

Then his twin pops up from his side with his wide and cheeky grin. "Hello!" he says, waving at me enthusiasically.

"Hell-o," I say in a robotic voice as I wave my hand at him. My voice was monotone, and it matched perfectly with my flat expression.

"Don't be so grumpy~" Jack says, almost like singing, and then followed by a chuckle.

"I'm not being grumpy..."I reply lazily as I reach out to my pocket and take out my phone. "I'm just tired." Tapping on my phone, I type my password to open the lock.

"Hey, Jack! We're her wallpaper!" Finn says suddenly right beside my ear, almost makes me go deaf.

"What, really!?" Jack's voice, which is much more louder than Finn's, almost makes my ear bleed.

Sure, I'm a big fan of them. Sure, I have their theme song in my phone, which I made it into my alarm. But it's not like I'm supposed to be screaming and stuff and them. Plus, if I do that to them, they'll end up being disturbed. If I actually do that, it means I'm not being myself. Except if I see Justin Timberlake. I'll run to him and glomp him. Is that alright?

"I'm a fan, of course I put you guys as my wallpaper," I say casually, tapping on the twitter shortcut.

Heather, being the leader figure as she always does, stands up. She put her palms at the edge of the table, making the table shakes slightly. She put on her serious expression, although, I know her long enough to tell that it is fake.

"So," she speaks up. "What are we going to do after this? It's not like we're just hanging out here, right?"

Vincent raises his hand up, "uh, GameStop?" Vincent receives a glare from Amy who doesn't like games that much. He puts his hand and head down, "guess not..."

I stare at the poor Vincent. He probably just wants to buy a few new games for his Xbox One. Oh, did I mention that he's, like, super duper rich?

I sip on a tea that I beleive is mine as Ivan suggests that we should watch another movie on the cinema. Yeah, I like that. That'll be great—I'd like to watch RoboCop.

But unfortunately, most of us disagree. It is because of the fact that we don't have much money left. You can always use Vincent's money. I roll my eyes at Heather. Good thing that she doesn't notice it.

"T-The bookstore?" Jennifer raises her hand timidly.

"The bookstore is good," Amy says as she smoked her cigarette. The smoke blends with the air as she continues her sentence, "I want to buy Fifty Shades Darker."

"I don't know what's so good about that book," Eric comments, giving Amy a slight smirk. He put his finger up and dance it around, "and you should stop smoking. It's bad for the environment."

"Oh, sh

A pang of jealousy hits me when Eric said that. A piece of my heart is like being eaten slowly. Yes, he said for the environment, because he's like a biologist. He cares deeply for the environment around him, which makes me think that he'll be a great biologist. But I can't help but feel jealous that he tells Amy to stop smoking—as if he cares for her as much as he cares for the environment.

The fuck am I thinking.

I glance to my right to remove that ridiculous thoughts out of my mind. There are Jack and Finn Harries, staring at all of us one by one. Jack's eyes suddenly move from Eric's to mine, which makes our eyes meet. Shit, I can feel my face heats up.

I quickly glance away from him, now staring at Eric's beautiful black hair. My face heats up more and more, maybe it almost the same color as my hair.

I stare at him long enough—I even ignore the bickering of my friends. And of course, Eric notices this. He turns his head to me, and my face is probably still red. Oh shit.

He raises his eyebrow, "Gwen? Why's your face red?" he asks. "Are you sick?"

"No!" I shake my head, grinning like a madman. "No, I'm not. You're just imagining things."

He stares at me in confusion. It looks like he wants to ask another question. Just shut up!

Good thing that right before Eric can ask another thing, Jack and Finn Harries interrupted him.

Both of the Harries put their fist on top of their palm, and at the same time, both of them say, "how about the arcade!"

Everyone stare at the twin dumbfounded. They look at each other, and then at the two again. It was a complete silence between us, until someone broke it. It was me.

I stifle a laugh behind my hand as it covers my lip. I am laughing because of the twin's act earlier. I thought it was adorable. I wish I had my camera with me, and then I can upload it to YouTube. It was cute, and hilarious too!

A few seconds after I laugh alone, Eric begins to laugh. And then followed by Heather. Then the twin, and followed by Ivan's ugly laughter. Vincent's laugh is cute. The last ones were to laugh were Amy and Jennifer. We all laugh.

The first one who stopped laughing is Heather, who then immediately say with a wide smile, "okay, since it seems everyone like going to the arcade, let's go!"

I bet it's going to be so much fun.

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Horoscope (Jack Harries) 2

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Gwen's Point of View

Samuel steps on the brake, and the car stops right in front of the lobby. Me, who was holding to my phone, quickly put it inside my bag and taps the leather two times as I grow a smile on my face. I put my red strands of hair that were hanging loosely before my nose behind my ear, and I take a deep breath. And then let it out again. I can see that Sam is staring at me like I'm some kind of a weird weirdo or something.

I turn my head to my left. I can feel the excitement already! I hope it will turn out well. I hope I won't scream when Jack and or Finn says hello to me. And Eric, too. I think today is the luckiest day for Cancer! I didn't see the ranking earlier, I'll see it later.

I take a slight glance at the clock above the radio, and---holy shit. It's freaking 12.25. I whip my head to my little brother, and give him a glare. "Didn't I tell you to be fast?" I said, trying not too sound so harsh. He's my brother, after all.

He taps on the window beside him as his other hand scratches his cheek awkwardly. "Well, there was some sort of accident..." he says with his thick British accent.

Actually, there is no point of fighting like this. I should hurry. I give Samuel the last glare before saying, "alright, fine." I open the door and push it, making a gap between the door and the car, and leave the car from the gap. Right before I left, I wave my hand at Sam, and from the looks of it, he waved back at me. I chuckle at this. He can be cute at some times.

I walk into the mall with my bag hanging on my shoulder. I go inside the automatic door, and immediately bump into a stranger. I look up, and only to see a big guy standing before me. He is much more taller than I am. He's scary, I thought. He's just like a criminal.

Before I even have the chance to apologize, the stranger gives me a death glare and hisses at me. It gives me goosebumps just from that guy. I'm lucky that I did not fall. If I did, damn, I will be embarrassed as hell.

I shake my head, trying to remove the embarrassing scene just now, and walk aimlessly again. I actually don't know where am I going. What did Heather say about the place? Where should I meet them again? Ah, damn the guy I bumped into. Because of him, I forgot everything. Like, literally.

I reach for my bag and open the zippers. I put my hand inside the bag, and open it more wider, so that I can see what's inside. I am not like the usual girls like Heather and my other girl friends, who puts make up and a hair dryer inside her bag. I am the technology woman---I like gadgets. Just look inside my bag. An iPad, my Samsung Galaxy Note 3, an iPod, a headset, a powerbank, my hard disk that I brought for no reason at all, and my cable data that I also brought for no apparent reason at all. And a wallet. Yeah, probably that is all.

I take out my phone from my bag. My phone is the only reason I opened my lovely bag. I slide the screen to unlock it, making the wallpaper became blurry. There's a message.

1 new message

I raise an eyebrow. I tap on the notification, and see that the sender of the message was Heather. Uh, oh. I can feel myself smiling awkwardly as I tap on the message. I freeze when I read it.

Hey, you're too slow. The movie has just started :p I told Jack to wait for you. You know his face, rite? Just tap on his shoulder and introduce yourself. I bought you the ticket. Where's the thanks, huh? ;)

-heather

In a second, I have found myself smiling widely, my eyes are sparkling. I can't believe this. I hold my cheek---it's hot. It must be red in this very second. Jack Harries. My mind is screaming his name non-stop. I always tell Heather that Jack is my favorite Harries, and now---Agh, somehow I regret it, but a big part of me didn't. My eyes are wide, and I'm grinning like a madman. Some people are staring, which of course makes me embarrassed, but still. This is because of that guy! That younger Harries. I keep muttering the word 'oh my goodness' over and over again, because I just can't believe this. I'm going to meet Jack Harries. And later, I will meet MuFinn too.

I already found myself walking towards the escalator that's going up with my phone still in my hand. I can't help but to run on the escalator to boost my speed up, since there's not much people on the escalator. I never run in a mall before, because I think it's embarrassing and the security would think that you are a thief. But not now, people. Not now.

I run to the next escalator, not even bothered to look at the things around me. I haven't bump into someone, and that is just cool. If I remember correctly, the cinema was in the highest floor, and the mall has around 5 floors. That means I have to step on four escalators. That is nothing for me, I've done something more extreme than that.

I am currently on the third escalator, when my phone suddenly vibrates. I raise an eyebrow, and again unlock the phone again. It's another message. I tap on the message, but it's an unknown number. I don't know that number. Who's this? The message said,

is this gwen? Where are you right now?

I furrow my eyebrows, and without thinking any further, I tap on the reply button. Who are you? Send. I didn't put my phone back in my bag, instead, I hold onto it, waiting for it to vibrate again. And then it vibrates when I was on my way to the fourth escalator. I open the message. My eyes widen in surprise. The reply has more than one sentence, but I only read the first sentence. And that sentence already makes me scream.

I'm Jack Harries.

Where did Jack get my number from? Probably Heather. “That damned Heather,” I mutter as I fasten my walking pace. My mouth then keeps insulting Heather with bad words, but the smile on my face just won't wear off. Please, weird smile, go away, like, right now. As I step onto the last escalator, I take it easy and don't run. I take a deep breath before looking down to the ground floor. I just notice that I'm almost on the most top floor, which makes me like, high! Oh, wow. I'm sorry, Charlie McDonnell.

A few minutes after that, I already found myself inside the crowded cinema. It's very crowded, maybe it's even more crowded than the lobby. Yeah, I'm sure it's more crowded than the lobby.

After the security checked my bag, making sure than I wasn't carrying anything suspicious like foods from the outside or bombs, I walk around aimlessly. Again. I look at the movies that are showing now. What are we going to watch? I forgot. There's RoboCop, I Frankenstein, Devil's Due, Lego something... And there he is.

I approach a man with an attractive face---scratch that, a very attractive face. His brown hair is flipped to the left, and his face is round and it looks like it's soft. His face is also a little bit childish, and it's even more childish that he's currently sipping on his drink with a straw. It's cute, well, at least for me. His green eyes look around cautiously. Sometimes his eyebrows would raise, and blink. He is tiptoeing as he fixes the proportion of his hat. He wears a plain black shirt and a baggy blue jeans. His other hand that is not holding his drink is gripping onto something white---probably the tickets.

As I approach him and getting more closer and closer to him, my ears catch some whispers around me. Girls' whispers. Fangirls' whispers, to be exact.

“Whoa, is that really...?!”

“I can't believe it!”

“What is he doing here...?”

Yeah, things like that. Of course. Typical fangirls. ...Can someone get me a mirror?

When I am close enough to him, I wave my hand at the handsome guy, and give him my most charming smile. “Jack, right?” I ask, making sure that he is that British YouTuber, Jack Harries.

Jack hums at me as a reply. He drinks his drink first, before licking his lip sexily. “Hmm, I am,” he said. He stays silent for some seconds, staring at me from head to toe, which makes me feel a bit awkward, but then he clenches his fist, saying, “oh! You must be Gwen that Heather was talking about!”

Holy shit, I curse in my mind. I am still smiling on the outside as I nod, but on the inside, I'm actually screaming like a girl. I take a deep breath, holding back my typical fangirl scream. I tried to act normal and natural, as if he is no one amazing. “Yep!” I answer casually with a small smile.

Jack returns my smile, that my ovaries almost exploded. Blood almost drips down from my nose. It's a good thing that it didn't. “My name is Jack Harries,” he says, offering me a handshake, which I accept it with all my heart.

I wanted it to be a small laugh, but instead, I squeal. “I already know, sheesh,” I say, still acting as if I'm not a fan of him. I don't want him to hate me, and so I decided to act as usual. “I'm a fan of you,” I state.

“That's not really surprising,” Jack grins cheekily. He, who was much more taller than me, pats me on the head, messing with my hair. “Heather told me almost every detail about you.” He throws his drink to the trash bin, and it went in perfectly, the same time as my face turned red. Son of a...

“Oh,” Jack starts, pointing at my face. “It's the same color as your hair.” He'2s totally mocking me.

“You shithead,” I slap his back lightly, not wanting to hurt him. But it's hard enough to make him groan. I shake my head as I massage my head, and point at the tickets Jack is holding onto. “What are we going to watch?” Seriously, referring the two of us with we is really embarrassing. For me, I don't know about him.

Jack gives me one of the tickets. I can see that I'm going to sit at G 11, and Jack is going to sit at G 13. I hope Heather or some of girls is beside me. We're going to watch the movie in Studio 3. I read the title of the movie we're going to watch. It starts with an E. Endless Love.

“We're watching Endless Love.”

“What,” I say spontaneously. I look around to see the picture of the movie, and when I see it, I twitch. This kind of movie isn't my type of genre. I don't really like romance movies---except if I can relate myself to it. I put on a disgusted face as I walk towards Studio 3, “why.”

Jack gives me a questioning look, but I ignore him. I don't want to disappoint him---especially Heather, who bought the ticket for me. She's so nice, but sometimes she's annoying too. In a good way, that is. Romance is never in my genre. My favorite genres are science fiction and a true story. Also horror. Those are my favorite genres---not this! This is bullshit, man. I have no idea what's the story line in this movie. And Endless Love? Wow, so cliché.

Within seconds, I already found myself standing in front of Studio 3 with Jack beside me. I give Jack my ticket so that he can give it to the person that is waiting in front of the Studio. I don't know how to call him.

I nudge Jack on the side, and give him the ticket. He raises both of his eyebrows, as if demanding an explanation. I click my tongue. Why, suddenly I become so rude. Jack must have thought that I'm a good girl, but nope. That is completely wrong, audience.

“Give 'em the tickets,” I say, trying to sound calm.

“Kay,” Jack shrugs before giving the person the tickets. The person professionally tear the tickets into two, and gives us one of them.

“Enjoy the movie,” he says, giving both of us a slight smile. I really want to return his smile, but I'm in a bad mood. Smiling when you're in a bad mood is just a nightmare.

As I step inside, the surroundings begin to darken, and in front of us two there's a giant screen showing a girl. Probably the main character. I check my phone as I walk toward the seat; it's 12.36. We only missed a few minutes of the beginning, good.

My thoughts were interrupted by me tripping on the stair. My phone has already fell to the ground, but I still try to balance myself, trying not to fall. But in the end I fall. I close my eyes, ready for the pain that will appear soon on my chin and embarrassment that will soon appear inside me. I wait for my body to hit the ground and laughter cracks up, but nothing came up. Instead I hear gasps. And the feel when someone is holding your shoulder.

“You okay?” the voice asks. It's the voice that I just hear a few moments ago.

I open both of my eyes, and abruptly stand up in a normal position again, helped by Jack. I can feel my face heats up, and it's a good thing that it's very, very dark here.

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine,” I stutter, but I make sure that it sounded like I'm in pain, not because of embarrassed.

“You sure?” Jack asks again. He's too worried.

Before I can even answer him, someone not so far from us waves her hand. I can't see well in the dark, but I know she has a short hair. Bob-styled, probably. She signals us to come up to her. I wince to get a better look, and within seconds, I immediately know who she is.

Heather.

“Let's go there,” I say, tiptoeing toward my seat---G 11. I turn my head to Jack, making sure that he's following me. But what I found is Jack---staring at me curiously. I quickly turn away, embarrassed.

When I was right beside Heather, I quickly check who's beside me. Amy, one of my best friend, that we get along because of The Hunger Games, and... Oh shit.

Eric.

Actually, it's not actually a problem for me, since I can act.

I let Jack sit first, because his seat is more far than mine. When he went inside the row, I said, “ladies first,” with a low tone. He stifled his laugh because of it. I guess I am funny.

After that, I sit on my own seat, between Amy and Eric. Amy has a long hair, and is wearing a glasses. To be honest, she looks prettier with it. Once I saw her without the glasses, and she was... very... unique... I guess...?

I don't want to describe Eric. Just, he has a messy black hair and is also wearing a glasses. His eyes are also black, pitch black. Done.

“Yo,” Eric winks at me, grinning from ear to ear. I'm used to it.

I smile at him, “hello, Eric.” And we stopped there, not even bothered to continue the conversation.

I glance to the popcorn on his lap. Oh, cool caramel popcorn. I spontaneously take the popcorn and put it in my mouth. I am amused to his shocked and sad face. It's just cute. Wait, did I seriously just think about that?

I feel someone's eyes on me, but when I take a look around, I can't see anything. It's not like that I can't see, but it's just too dark. I look at Jack who's talking to Finn, and sometimes Finn would stare at me. My face went red, and Finn chuckle, but Jack hit him in the shoulder playfully. I guess.

Ugh, whatever. Let's just watch this piece of crap.

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Horoscopes [Jack Harries x OC...?]

Summary: Gwen Husher is a beautiful redhead. But the thing is---she swears and she is not very ladylike. Her addiction to horoscopes makes her quite nerdy to people. She always checks on her horoscope everyday, just to check if it's the fine to talk to her crush today. Gwen and her crush shares the same interests that makes her like him more: YouTubers. But then she meets the younger twin of the Harries, Jack Harries. As a fangirl, wouldn't it be normal for her to scream when they first met?
Rate: T because of swearing.
Disclaimer: Finn and Jack Harries are not mine.
Warning: Bad grammar and weird story plot.
A/N: Lately I've been addicted to horoscopes and JacksGap. So why not combine both, and make a fanfiction? 

MAKE SURE TO ALSO READ IT IN WATTPAD.

Gwen's Point of View.

I stare back at the person in front of me. A person very identical to me. That person is so pretty, with her light pair of blue eyes, and her red and wavy long hair that reaches her back. Her lip is so kissable, with red lipstick painted on it. I can see that she has a really pretty smile, along with her pink and rosy cheeks. She sat in front of me in a ladylike pose---her leg crossed on another, and her right elbow against her thigh, also her palm against her chin. Her red hair stylishly falls from her right shoulder, and her bangs is styled to the right, but somehow it won't fall down to her eyes. She is very pretty, I admit. But...

"Fuck it."

I take my comb from my dresser and throw it at the person. The comb came back to me, even though that person also throw a comb to me. As the comb landed to the floor, I looked down to my sneakers as I slowly massage my forehead. I glance up to the person again, and that person is also glancing at me. I quickly look down again. And guess what?

Yes, that person in front of me is me. Oh, um. My mirror.

I, Gwen Husher, am currently in front of my dressing table, and depressed. 'Why' you ask? Well, how should I answer this...

So, today I'm going to go to the mall with my friends. Around fourteen people, I guess. And, you know what? My crush is going to be there! I can scream like a fangirl seeing Harry Styles. Oh, wait, no. I don't like Harry Styles. Sorry, guys. My crush's name is Eric. Personally, I like him wearing a glasses. Well, he is wearing a glasses. A glasses for fashion, that is. He is also the smartest guy in school, even though we share the same interest: YouTubers.

I groan out loud, maybe even my brother can hear me downstairs.

"What's up, Gwen?" My brother calls up from downstairs. Oh, I knew it already.

I roll my eyes. "No, it's nothing. My friend just hang up on me," I lied. Praise me I lied so easily.
My brother answered with a loud 'OK', and then I'm back in depression. Look, my crush is going to be there, but then there's a friend who has cousins. And her cousins are---oh my God, I can't say this. I'm going to scream, like, literally. My favorite YouTuber at all time.

I pull my red hair, screaming with no voice, my mouth is literally open as I see the me now in front of me. They're JacksGap! I am soooo going to scream.

Okay, now, the main problem is, I am confused what to wear and what to use to be my make up. People always tell me that I'm beautiful in their first glance. Yes, first glance. But I don't. I don't want to sound bragging, but really. I don't like myself. I don't hate, but I don't like it. I am beautiful, yes, thank you. But I am not ladylike, I don't know how to walk with highheels, I don't know how to comfortably use a skirt, I don't know how to wear a corset---nope. I know nothing. I can't even use a single make up! Except lipsticks. Yeah.

"Ugh..." I massage my head again, looking up to the mirror---to the reflection of me. Oh God, my clothes. I'm still in my white T-Shirt with a text "I miss you 24 hours a day," and followed with a long skinny jeans. No, that's just... No.

My mom is outside London, so I can't ask her about fashion. I can't ask my brother or my father, that'll be embarrassing. "Oh my gosh, if only mother was here..." I mutter, when suddenly my phone rings the song 'Cry Me a River' by Justin Timberlake.

My phone is right beside me, but it feels like 50,000,000 kilometers to take it. I want to take it so bad, because I can see from here that the caller is Heather, my friend plus JacksGap's cousin. But I'm too lazy to do so. "Ah, shit."

I slowly lift up my hand, moving it to the phone robotically (is that even a word?). I took the phone and press the green button, signing that I receive the phone call. I then quickly put my Samsung Galaxy Note 3 against my right ear. With a fake hoarse voice, I talk to Heather, "whaaa~...ttt....??"

"Gweeeen!" She is literally screaming at me. Oh no, she's scary when she's mad. I wince.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Seriously, where are you? You are like, the last one to arrive! We're all here at the mall!"
I roll my eyes for the second time today. I click my tongue. "Okay, sheesh. So, I'm the last one to arrive there?" I can hear her nod.

"Okay, fine. But I blame on you later if I wear badly, a'right?" I arched an eyebrow at my reflection, imagining that she's Heather.

Heather clicks her tongue, "fine, just---hurry up. The movie's starting in half an hour!"
 
"Well, shit." I quickly turn off the phone and throw it to my comfy and messy bed. You can imagine what girl's bed is like, right? Yeah, of course you can.

I tiptoed half run to the wardrobe, taking out everything I see as a good clothes. I take a white sleeveless V-neck shirt and a short jeans. I quickly take out all of my clothes before and change them with it. I stare at myself at the mirror again---better than earlier, nah. Then I use two bracelets on my right hand and a watch on my left hand. I also use a cap on my head. A blue cap, that is cool, yeah. 

I take a look at my clock at wall above the door. 12.07. Still half and an hour, calm down. Yeah, I'll be calm if there's no traffic jam. If there is---well, I'm dead. Literally. Heather will kill me.

I snatch my bag that was on my bed with me. Inside my bag, there are my phone, my wallet, my power back, my make up back (do I even need that?), my note book, and other useless things.
I run downstairs like a freaking runner champion or whatever you call it. My brother who was downstairs, watching Adventure Time, glances at me from the corner of his green eyes. "When are you going?" he asks.

I fold my arm, tapping my shoes to the ground. I opened my mouth wide, and then say, "NOW."
"Fine, fine!" My brother---namely Samuel---turned off teh TV with the remote, clicking a button somewhere around the remote, and then stands up from the sofa. He let out a long sigh, and turn to me. "Where are you going?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"To tell mom and dad."

Nah, he's just worried about me, but he doesn't want to see us see the real and caring Sam. Huh, what a weirdo.

"I'm going to the usual mall with my friends, thank you," I say, hand on my hip. "Now let's just go." I grab Sam by the arm, also taking the car's key that was on the table. Sheesh, Sam. Letting it lay just like that, so stubborn.

I drag himself to the garage roughly by holding his wrist, but he doesn't protest. Well, it is his job to be my driver. Just kidding. When we both arrived at the garage, I make sure first that the garrage isn't as messy as usual. Sam was about to go in, but I held him back. I want to tell him, have you ever heard of ladies first? But, nah, nevermind.

When my right feet has stepped inside the garage, my mouth gapped. I couldn't help but let out a gasp after seeing the horrible inside of the garage. The oil is spilling, making the horrible scent of it lingers around the room. I pinch my nose, not wanting to smell the horrible smell of the oil. I glance at my brother behind me, ah, nope, glaring.

"What were you thinking?" I hiss at him.

I can see the nervousness in his face perfectly. He can't hide his emotions that well, I know that. What, I know him like, nineteen years!

"Well..." Samuel started. "The thing is, that I was busy with... uh... school... so..." He grins sheepishly at me as he scratches the back of his head innocently. What a bad liar.

I shake my head, my hand against my forehead. "You're 19, Sammy. You don't have school. Well, yeah, you have university. But it's not like you're that busy, right?" I raise an eyebrow. "At least you have time to clean the garage..."

Samuel ignores me and quickly walks to the car, with his left hand gripping the key. I let out a sigh again. When he ignores me, somehow I become scared. It's not like that I'm scared of him. It's just, he's a boy, even though he's my little brother. Ugh, what am I talking about. I'm going to be crazy. I hit my head lightly.

I stare back at Samuel who is starting the car. I glance at my own car. It's a normal black car---I don't know what's the brand. I'm not up-to-date with cars these days. I think cars these days are the same. Once I heard my friends at the university talking about the newest cars. They were like, "yeah! It was cool! I want to buy that!" and "no shit, Sherlock. I'm gonna buy that!"

My thoughts about cars were interrupted by Samuel. He sounded the horn. Well, shit.

"Come on up!" He says from the inside of the car as he horns the horn... again.

"Ugh," I roll my eyes, growling slowly before walking towards the other side of the car. I go in and sit on the front, beside Sam my dear little brother.

Sam starts to step on the gas, and the car moves smoothly. I am usual by Sam's driving, and it's pretty comfortable. Sam drives smoothly. I like it.

"Where are you going again?" Sam asks again. Usual Samuel, keeps forgetting about every important things.

"The Mall," I answer as I open my black bag. This is my favorite bag. It is all black, and it has some white dots on it. It's cute. In fact, because this is my favorite bag, I rarely use it at all. But today is different---today, there will be my crush, Eric. And also, the Harries twin. I don't know which should I fangirl to first. Eric, or the Harries twin? Especially Jack. Jack Harries is my favorite Harries. Ugh...
I take my phone from my bag---it's a Samsung Galaxy Note 3, as you can see. I tap on the screen, and type the password. The password is---well, just for you, I'll tell you. It's jackharriesthebettertwin. Yeah, long, I know right. I hit enter, and the lock screen is gone; now it's the main screen. I slide my hand on the screen, one, two, three times, and hit on a folder called "Horoscopes."

"You still believe in that kind of thing?" Samuel asks. I turn my head to him, and see him rising his eyebrows, his eyes shining with doubt. I chuckle.

"Well, yeah," I shrug as I tap on my favorite horoscope application. "It's really accurate, believe me," I say as I take my eyes off him, staring back at the screen.

From the corner of my eyes, I can see him shrugging, muttering, "whatever."

"Now, what's the horoscope of today..."

Cancer {June 22 - July 22} - Daily

It seems that you worry too much this morning. It will consume times too. That could mean some trouble later, young child, so be careful, alright? Also, it seems that today will be fun day! You will meet new people, new special people, and old friends at the same time. There will be surprising events today. But don't worry, the events are good events. The last thing you want to do today is stay silent. Do not stay silent for the rest of the day---be active!

I furrow my eyebrows after finished reading my today horoscope. This can't be right? All of them are positive, except for the That could mean some trouble later. And surprising events? What surprising events? I'm confused...

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Hallucinations [Chapter 2]

Title: Hallucinations
Summary: Itoh Hayato was a weakling, a crybaby, a defenseless child. Now he has a mask. A mask that can make him into a gentleman. Into a kind, cheerful, and sociable man. Every girls want someone like him, no? Unfortunately, he's not interested in love. But this certain girl; she changed Hayato's life completely. Namely Mutsuki Kyoko, he fell in love with her. And then something happen—something that he didn't expect.
Disclaimer: Mutsuki Kyoko (c) waraau
Rate/Warn: Weird plot, probably cliché. AND AU!!!
Genre: Angst/Romance
A/N: So sorry for the grammar, shit man. I don't even. And this is a chaptered fic. Thank you.

"I'm Kyoko, you are?"
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Little did Hayato know that those four little words will change his routine, his habits of the day. His life. His usual day, it'll change his day of him helping people with his mask; with his fake smile, fake expression, fake cheery tone. He can feel it since the beginning, since he heard her soft, soothing voice.

It's very cliché, he admits. But still, Hayato can't help but to think about it. He just felt it, really.
Also, he feels this weird feeling inside him. How to describe ita feeling where there are butterflies in one's stomach, fluttering around his stomach. What is this feeling? Hayato can only let the wind blows, making his and Kyoko's hair swaying around; his hair is slapping his face, while Kyoko's is swaying around beautifully. The girls around must be envious of her beautiful and elegant black hair.
But weirdly, not anyone in the park noticed her. He's confused. Is he the only one who noticed her beauty? Or are they just blind? He takes the second option.

Something snapped inside his mind. Inside his inner mind, to be precisely. His eyes blinked as he realized something. Something he never thought of before. Something that he never expect of before. This thing he never believe since he was a kid, during his pitiful life. His heart ache slightly—but it's a different ache. He likes it. He likes the pain in his chest. It's a weird kind of pain. It's a mixture of pain, and love.

Love.

Is this love? This feeling he's feeling right now? After all this years—he's falling in love now?
It can't be. Hayato doesn't believe in such things, such as love. He doesn't understand anything about love. What is love? How do one know that it's love? He doesn't understand.

He decided that this isn't love. Maybe like as a friend is more suitable.

Hayato was traumatized by love, told to be truth. He is scared of it, very scared, until he forgets the feeling of 'love'. It was a bitter past, where he made his loved one disappear with just one hit. Like when a batter hit a ball, hitting a very far home run, and the ball disappear, just like that. He doesn't even want to think about it. Thinking about it will just make his headache.

Thinking hard about love is giving him a headache. Moreover the memory. This is a torture to him. A torture chamber.

Hayato glanced again at the girl—whose name was Kyoko. Again, his eyes met hers; same black pair of eyes with brown tints on it. It's still beautiful as ever, Hayato noted, even though he only met her moments ago. He cleared his throat as he attempts to maintain his mask.

"I-I'm Hayato..." It seems his attempt has failed. "Itoh... Hayato..."

It seems that Hayato's answer had amused Kyoko, as she is letting out a soft chuckle right now. He watched as Kyoko gave out a mischievous smile, with a hand below her chin. He likes her sweet face immediately.

"Hayato-san, is it?"

His face darkened a bit. He doesn't like when people call him with the suffix -san. It makes him feels old. He took steps closer to the girl, hands in pocket again. He massaged his forehead as he stepped closer, wearing his mask once again.

"Please don't call me that," he said, grinning widely from ear to ear. He put his hand behind his neck, scratching it, giving him an innocent look. "Just call me Hayato!"

Kyoko tilted her head. Her fore finger against her cheek, tapping it, giving her a cute and innocent look. "Hayato-kun?"

Hayato put his hand against his nose, covering it. He tried to prevent bloods to come out. He is just joking, of course, and Kyoko could notice that.

Hayato removed his hand off his nose, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath until the core, and let it out again, followed with a groan. When he opened his eyes, they immediately went to Kyoko's eyes, their eyes met again. Hayato's face heated up, and quickly looked away, while Kyoko just laughed, amused by his action.

It's going to be a long day for him.

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Hayato strolled down the not so crowded street, his hands are in his pocket as usual. He's on his usual routine; bored at home, and then he would walk around the city, helps people using fake expressions, sometimes do something with his friends, and then go home. That is his usual routine.
But there's something different about him now. He seems so happy—a natural happiness, not his fake one. A happy smile was plastered across his lips, and his eyes sparkled slightly. His hand seems like it's holding something, holding another hand. A slim and soft hand. The hand is owned by a girl walking right beside him. A girl with a beautiful figure, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He likes how her hair sways around as the wind blew. He likes how she walks happily, with a wide smile on her face.

Hayato never smiled like this before. This girl beside him changed his life. He rarely feels this... Happy.

Hayato dug into his hoodie's pocket, reaching out for his white headset, and put it on against his ears. He glanced at Kyoko for a while, and the quickly looked away when she noticed his stare. He can hear Kyoko's mocking laugh, but he takes it as a lovely laugh from her.

His face reddens slightly, and unfortunately his face isn't naturally red, so it's very visible to the black haired girl. She giggled, only making Hayato's face brighter and brighter with red.

"Stop it..." Hayato muttered, with his hands cover his mouth.

"Okay, okay~"

Hayato's eyes glance around, from here to there, searching for a place where they can, well, go eat or something. Lingering his sky blue eyes around, he spotted a restaurant. His usual restaurant, where he usually hangs out with his friends. It's a French restaurant called Le Jardin Des Cygnes, which he can't read it perfectly. But he remembered one of his friend told him the meaning of it; "The Garden of Swans." Well, that's a suitable name for the foods there.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kyoko frowns. Her eyes also gazed at the restaurant, her eyebrows furrowed. Then she parted her lips to say, "...they cook swans there?"

"Err..." Hayato looked away, scratching his cheek with his free hand. "...Well, yeah..." He said reluctantly, "is that a problem to you...?"

Kyoko formed a pout on her lips, which Hayato thought it was cute. She put her free hand behind her, pulling her shirt that was a little revealing down. It's good that she has her cardigan on.
"Well, no, actually," she said, a little bit cold, giving Hayato shivers. "It's just that, it's a bit cruel..."
Hayato himself thought of that too when he first came to the restaurant. He likes swans, of course, who doesn't? But who eats swan meats? Apparently him and his friends. And the people in there. Also the chefs. "It is cruel, I know," he chuckled. "But it's delicious, believe me. It's part of the food chain, you know," he continued, followed with a wink.

Hayato saw Kyoko's looking at him from the corner of her eyes for a second, and then looked away again. Did she just blush? Her ears are red, he noticed. He smirked again when Kyoko finally gave in.
They walked side by side, heading to the restaurant that Hayato mentioned earlier. They're still holding hands. Hayato noticed some people staring at them. Their gazes are a weird one, which he can't tell why are they staring. He assumed that they're just jealous.

When they arrived in front of the restaurant, Hayato stopped suddenly. He bowed down, acting like a butler, and he said with a deep voice, "ladies first~"

Kyoko was amused seeing it, and gave him a chuckle as a response, but went in anyway. Hayato laughed silently, following her from behind. He let her choose the seat, as he just stood there, with his arms fold. He himself looked around as he still followed Kyoko.

He saw Kyoko sat on the table at the corner of the café. She turned her head to him, and waved her hand, signing him to come there. He didn't say anything as an answer, but came anyway. He sat across Kyoko, and crossed his legs. If this is his room, he would put his legs on the table, and his hands behind his neck. But this is not his room, so of course, he behaves. He gave Kyoko a smile, and she returned it, which makes him happy, somehow.

Not so long after that, a waitress came with the menu on her hand. Hayato noticed it is always the same waitress whenever he comes here. From the first time he came here with his friend, she's always the one who serves them. Or to be precisely, him, because she's always looking at him. He's not that dense, this waitress likes him. He can tell from her smile; a girly, flirtatious smile. And she's twirling her long, wavy purple hair that is left just like that, not even bother to tie it. He doesn't like girls like this.

But she's not actually very bad-looking either. Her long and wavy purple hair that reaches past her waist, she doesn't even bother to tie it to look good, but somehow it makes her more attractive. But of course, it's not naturally purple. If he remembered correctly, she once told him that her natural color hair is brown. He likes natural colored hair more than the unnatural one, to be honest. Her pair of light green eyes are shimmering because of the sunlight. Her body is slim, and looks like a model. She even has an aura of a model. But it doesn't interest him much.
Hayato glanced at the other girl across his seat. The most beautiful girl in the world, with her long straight black hair and her pair of beautiful black brown eyes. She's just too beautiful. He noticed something; that she is jealous. He can see it from her expression. She's glancing away from him, and frowning. Sometimes he caught her glaring at the waitress, sometimes she clicked her tongue herself. She's just too cute, he thought.

"Hayato-kun, isn't it~?" Even her tone sounded very flirtatious. He dislikes it very much.

"Yes, it's me, Mami," he said with his most charming smile. He can see her growing blush across her cheeks. He thinks it's stupid. Don't ask why he knows her name. He just knows. There was time when she followed him home, like a stalker, but he eventually succeed get rid of her. That's when he knows her name.

Mami put down the menu on the table. Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, just one menu? he thought. He thought that Mami might be jealous seeing Kyoko, but he never see her glancing at Kyoko one bit. Mami keeps staring at him since the beginning he sat there. But the only reason she gave the two only one menu, maybe because she's just jealous.

"Do you want to order now or later, Hayato-kun~?" asks Mami with her flirty tone, ready to pull out her notebook and pen from her breast-pocket.

"Nah, I'll order later," he said, smirking at Mami, which makes her blush. Geez, man. These types of girls really pisses him off, really.

"How about I stay here to accompany you?" Mami offers, but only makes Hayato want to puke.
"No, thank you for the kind offer," Hayato gave her the most charming smile ever. "Now fuck off."
Mami's eyes shimmered in delight, even though before her eyes were already shimmering. Then she bowed down, and left quickly. But even after she was out of Hayato's sight, he still feels someone's eyes staring at him. He's sure that it's Mami's eyes.

He then turned to Kyoko again. He was surprised seeing her like this. She is pissed off. Her face is red from anger, and her eyebrows furrowed. She puffed her cheeks, making her cheeks more redder than before. He doesn't think it's cute, however. He thinks it as scary. He knows what to do, nonetheless. He knows how to deal with girls.

"Look," Hayato leaned forward to take her hands, putting them in the middle of the table, "I'm sorry, alright?" he said, asked to be forgiven. "Mami's always like that whenever I'm here."

Kyoko stayed silent for a while, her eyes are still staring outside the windows, not looking at him. After quite awhile, Kyoko's face returned to normal, not red anymore. Slowly she glanced at Hayato, and said with her red cheeks, "...fine, I'll forgive you."

He knew that trick would work.

Hayato opened the menu that the purplenette gave them, and pushed them to Kyoko. "You can see the menu first. I already make up his mind," he said, smiling his charming smile.

Kyoko stared at the blonde first for a couple of seconds, and then took the menu, rotating it, and read it, searching for the good meal for her.

Hayato already make up his mind. He just want a coffee, his usual snack here. Maybe a vodka will be fine too. But he's 16, will they let him drink it? Nah, there's Mami. He can persuade her to give him some free vodkas. Wait, he's being a naughty boy, isn't he. He only orders cooked swans with his friends. If he's alone, he can't finish it by himself. The portion is huge. And Kyoko probably doesn't want the cooked swans.

"I don't want anything," Kyoko's words surprised him.

"What?"

"I said I don't want anything," she repeated, staring at him straight.

Hayato raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway. "Okaaaay..." he took the menu to him, and waved his hand, calling the waitress or waiter. "Oy vey!" he shouted. Someone's running this way, and of course, the purplenette showed up.

"Ready to order, sir~?" Mami pulled out the brown notebook and the silver pen from her breast-pocket, smiling cheerfully at Hayato. But he ignored it.

The blonde stared up at the annoying waitress, and said as he danced his hand in circle. He wears his charming smirk, and then said, "I want the usual, please."

A hue of red spread throughout Mami's cheeks as they burned from delight. She quickly wrote something on her notebook, and gave Hayato a salute. "The usual, sir! Alright! Coming right up!" Right before she left, she gave him a peck in the cheek. And then she left quickly.
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, making the others around the two stared at him. He doesn't care, though. He was too busy to care about them, he was cleaning his cheek from the bacteria of the woman's peck. "Ukh, that was disgusting, man!" he said

While across his seat, Kyoko was just staring at him dumbfounded. "...Hayato," she called.

Hayato immediately put a cool pose, with his elbow against the table, and his hand against his cheek. "Yes?"

"...You're stupid you know that."

It's like a giant sword has pierced his heart. Hayato shook his head, and then sighed, letting out a soft chuckle. "And you're funny." Seriously, he wanted to say 'cute', but he failed.
Five minutes later after Mami kissed Hayato's cheek and Kyoko insulted him, it was mere silence between the two. Kyoko doesn't speak, and neither did Hayato. It's not like Hayato was embarrassed and or doesn't have an idea to start a topic to talk about. He just doesn't want to interrupt Kyoko's peaceful face. Besides, staring at her is enough.

Hayato had notice that Kyoko has a heart-shaped face with a cute feature on it with a pointed chin. Her wide yet mature eyes show her mature, cold personality but also her childish one. With her frown like now, she's like the mature type for him. But when she's smiling, she's like the childish type. She has a flat nose—this makes her cuter, for him, though. Her lips are a natural pink, like when you see a girl uses a lipbalm. But she doesn't wear it. Her cheeks are slightly rosy red, which gives her a cuter view.

He was too focused on her, and he doesn't realize Kyoko was clapping her hands in front of his face. After Hayato came back to Earth, Kyoko pointed to Mami—who Kyoko said was standing there since ages ago. Hayato chuckled.

"Here you go, Hayato-kun~" Mami put down his usual order on the table, right in front of the blonde.
Hayato just nodded as a response, and waved his hand again, signing her to go away. Mami put a disappointed face, but went away after that.

Hayato held the cup handle, nearing it to his lips, and sipped it slowly. He then put the coffee on the table again, and stared at Kyoko's black eyes, smirking slightly.

"So," he started, putting his left hand against his chin, with his other hand tapping the table. "I want to know more about you, can I?"

Kyoko furrowed her eyebrows, staring at Hayato who's beginning to sound like a flirt. But she knows that he isn't. She just knows. Kyoko let out a soft laugh, and then put her hand against her chin, staring back at Hayato's sky blue eyes. "Sure, why not?"

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