Here is my hand at how skip beat should go in my fluffy romandic angsty dork mind. Be warned, I love sweeter than fluff and drama.

Taking place after chapter 273. Yeah I know it's currently not translated, we just have the resume and that's on it I'm basing the beginning of my story. But anyway, warning, SPOILER!

I do not own skip beat. It's owned by the devilish mastermind and sadistic nakamura yoshiki.

She started walking. She had her answer. From the very mouth of her best friend.

Well from her text.

She reached the studio where the shooting of The Lotus in the mud was taking place.

It's not that she was especially surprised. She knew he would eventually end up with someone. It just didn't add up to what she knew as Bo. No way that actress was a sixteen year old high school student.

Kyoko signed and closed her eyes.

It hurts.

Maybe it didn't work out with her and he decided to finally attempt to be with someone. Someone else.

It hurts so much.

She shouldn't let her be fazed. She knew it. Knew it from the start.

That it wouldn't be her. That it would never be her.

Even if that scandal had been a fake, even if all had been made up, which she doubt, or even if they weren't together but just fooling around. Eventually, he will find someone, someone he loves dearly, even if it's not Kana and stay with that person. An that person won't be her.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she clenched her teeth.

-Come on, have a grip kyoko.

She had to build a backbones. She had to.

It was the only way she would manage. The only she could stay part of his life.

She wouldn't be able to do it if she flinched every single time. Wouldn't be able to talk to him if she wanted to run each time. Wouldn't be able to see him if her eyes clouded by unshed tears.

And THAT was, by far, worse than him not reciprocating. She wanted to be part of his life, to see him, even just time to time.

Even if she was just a lowly kohai.

She signed again.

For now, she was going to keep her distance a bit and try to compose herself and calm down. So that that next time she would be able to face him without freaking out.

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It had been weeks. WEEKS!

Six fucking weeks!

The sun would rise and fall but it was like he was in a perpetual night. He didn't feel alive, he just barely exist. The backlash of her absence spinning around him was so far worse than by the past. Well, he was also a lot more bewitched by her mere presence than before. Just knowing what she was doing, if she was okay had been enough in the past. She wasn't car-pooling with Yashiro-san and him, a pretext of the sort: she wanted to build her endurance for Momiji by riding her bike came by. Ren felt like a junker and the withdrawal was really bad. Sadness was cloaking him in a dark and depressive cape and he hadn't be able to crack a smile even to fool Yashiro-san.

No sign of her. No calls returned, neither texts. She was avoiding him of course. He had apologized, even if he didn''t understand why she was upset, no matter the explanations of Kotonami-san. He did understand what her friend said and he knew kyoko sort of see him as a god actor but still, surely, she couldn't resent him that much. He didn't need a reminder she didn't see that way.

When the rumor with Kana-san didn't downside, he had decided to organize a press conference and explained with courteous words that though Kana-san was charming, he and her weren't an item and that Kana-san had been a mischievous one by stealing a kiss from him.

But even then, Kyoko attitude didn't change. He called her again and again. Without answer.

He wasn't sure what the best course of action was. Disrupting her shooting would really be unfair for her even if it would have been the only way to oblige her to talk to him.

That's why Ren had been so sure that if the rumour was cleared she would have come around eventually. He had done all he could. Called her, texted her. Apologized profusely. Cleared the misunderstanding with kana. All checked.

He couldn't really stalk her on her work place, could he now…He was bothersome enough with his calls and texts. Her vocal mails box was surely filled by his messages at this point.

But she wasn't coming around. She wasn't even giving the tiniest sign that she would. And he was starting to fear the worse.

If she didn't want to talk to him, see him or spend time in his company, he couldn't force her. He would have to accept it.

No matter how much it would destroy him.

It wasn't even a fear anymore, it was slowly becoming a certitude. He was losing her.

Scratch that. Be honest, he had lost her.

And that's how Ren found himself crossing the door of another closed off bar, not able anymore to stay in his flat, alone, with his thoughts.

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