Hi! NanzyPanzy here! This is my first ever fanfic, so play nice 'kay? Hope you enjoy!

I woke to the sound of light snoring. I was in his room. Again.

Hi. I'm Miyu Kouzuki, and him refers to Kanata Saionji, my best friend since childhood whom I've been living with for the past 2 years. I'm madly in love with him. And this isn't a simple case of puppy love. No, this is that can't-eat-can't-sleep-reach-for-the-stars-over-the-fence-world-series kind of stuff. I don't know when I realized I liked him. At first, I liked him because he was dorky-cute (he used to wear thick glasses up until middle school). Then I thought he was hot-cute when he switched to contact lenses. Well, so did every girl in the vicinity of Heiomachi. So now I'm stuck with a one-sided love that will probably never be fulfilled considering all the way-more-beautiful girls trying to snag him.

Oh, and, by the way, he doesn't know I've been sleeping in here with him.

Kanata turned as I tried to wriggle out of the blanket without waking him. Now that would be a disaster. Oh, good morning, Kanata. I was just sleeping in here because I've had a crush on you since forever, and I just couldn't resist your cute face while you were asleep. I would move into a hole if that happened. Just as I snuck out and started for my room, I heard Kanata talking. You see he has this tendency to wake and say something, thinking that someone is there. Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard?

"Miyu…?" he asked. Oh no, had he noticed me leaving? Just I was about to break neck it to my room, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Miyu… what are you doing up so early?" he questioned. His hair was messy, and his pajamas were wrinkled, but in a sexy way, a way only a god could make it look.

"Ah… You know, just… woke up a little early. Hehe…" What a lame excuse. He would totally know I was lying.

"Oh… Okay, then… I'll make breakfast." He seemed a little less enthusiastic than usual, and he hadn't insulted me yet (which he does every chance he gets…). Maybe he wasn't feeling well. "You know…" he started, catching me off guard. "The girl is supposed to cook the meals. But that would probably kill me, considering how well you cook." Or maybe he was feeling okay. He laughed. Looks like he was back to his usual, teasing self. Sigh…

"Well, I'm sorry that I can't make a decent meal. Maybe you should get your lazy butt off the couch, get yourself a nice girlfriend, and then she can make your food." This was another thing standing in the way of ever having a relationship with him. We argue like crazy. I mean this is like our daily schedule. Wake up, bicker, eat, bicker, go to school, bicker, go home, bicker, eat silently, go to bed, forgive each other while we sleep, and start the process over. Bicker, bicker, bicker. And he never compliments me, just insults. Does he know how it feels to have the love of your life call you a stupid, ugly brat?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe you should learn how to make a decent meal before telling me to get a girlfriend."

"No, I didn't mean that, Kanata," I said, batting my eyelashes as if trying to look innocent and sorry.

"…Really?" he asked uncertainly.

"Of course. I also think you need to get a life. I mean, what 16-year-old boy do you know that doesn't have a girlfriend, or at least want one for that matter? I bet you don't even have a girl you like."

"For your information, I do have a girl I like," he said, lightly blushing. No way! Kanata likes someone?! My head was spinning slightly. I guess it's just another thing to add to list of reasons that we can't date. But whom did he like? Chris-chan? Or, maybe Akira, another childhood friend of ours? I was always jealous of her. She was beautiful, kind, and she knew just what to do and say. She was like the perfect girl, something I would never be. And all the guys wanted her. I wouldn't be surprised if Kanata had eyes for her, although I just couldn't think of the idea. They would be like two models, but that's all. I couldn't see them actually looking lovingly into each other's eyes, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. Kanata was shy and rarely ever spoke about how he felt while Akira was outgoing and would tell her whole life filled with every little detail to whoever was willing to listen.

"Was it one of the girls you tried to date?" I asked, hiding the fact that I was really nervous.

"Maybe… Besides, I always ask you if the girl is alright to date, but you always say no. How am I supposed to get a girlfriend if my best friend doesn't approve?"

Truth be told, all the girls were trashy and just after his looks and brains. And I just couldn't imagine him with any of those other girls. I could only imagine him with a beautiful blonde with emerald orbs… Oops! Sorry. Letting my imagination roam again.

"Because none of them are good enough!" I screeched. "They're all just after your looks and brains! Every girl in Heiomachi has been drooling over you since middle school!" He was obviously taken aback by this, but he was quick to respond (another thing I like about him).

"Every girl but the one I like! I know for a fact that she is totally and completely uninterested in me! She's even said that she hated me before!"

My eyes were starting to tear up. We usually argued, but nothing like this. It had gotten way out of control. I breathed in deeply, partly to keep my tears restrained, partly to build up courage for what I was about to do. I'm stubborn as a bull, so this was going to be really difficult. "Okay, okay. Enough. I'm sorry, alright. I know a thing or two about girls, so I've decided to help you snag this girl of yours." Oh, Lord, I was going to regret this. But if it makes him smile…

"R-really?! You will?! Oh, thank you, thank you, Miyu!" He hugged me tightly. How I wished he would never let go. Obviously, our thought processes weren't in synch, though, because he immediately let go. "S-sorry. Over-reacted a little, huh?"

No. "A little? I thought you would never let go. Now I have to go scrub my body clean. Thanks, Your Royal Jerkness!" Great going, Miyu. Now ya'll are gonna fight again. As I turned around to see his mad expression, I was overwhelmed with shock. Instead of the usual hostility clearly shown on his face after an insult, he was smiling this goofy, crooked grin that he had never used before. Did he really like a girl so much as to be creating a whole new face for her? If so, then bye-bye all chances of ever being with him.

Why did Cinderella get it easy?

Okay, kinda short. Next chapter WILL be longer. But remember, this is my first fanfic, so try to keep insults to a bare minimum if you could. But don't be afraid to be brutal.