Title: She was a wallflower
Pairing: JouAnzu, JouMai, SetoAnzu
Summary: Letters from a desperate girl.
Notes: The plotbunny's been there for a while, just never really acted on it. Keep in mind however that story is an A/U and thus some of the ages and the timeline have been screwed with. The following chapters will make that more clear.
Revised on 6/16/06 for minor things.
She was a wallflower
Prologue: She tries
Dear Jounouchi Katsuya,
I have been your secret admirer for the last few months. Please meet me on the school roof tomorrow morning
Dear Jounouchi-senpai,
Ano, this is really hard for me to write, but I really, really l
The sound of paper ripping and she stared at a new blank page.
Dear Jounouchi-senpai,
We've been friends for a year now. I have loved you from the fifth month
Dear Katsuya,
Mai is not the right girl for you, I am, and so please don't go out with her anymore, I am better for you, I won't break your heart all the time
The pen trembled in her hand. The pad was adorned in purple ink splotches from all the shaking, and she clapped her hand over the shaking ballpoint so she wouldn't waste any more paper. Another try. The perfect letter couldn't be so many perfect words away.
Daer
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Dear Jounouchi-senpai,
The sun was shining in your hair when I knew I was in love in you.
I will describe the day so that you can understand why I fell in love that moment. This is really hard for me to write, so please, bear with me…
We were walking on the streets then. You wanted to go into a bakery and buy some cake for us, the cakes there were so good and soft and sweet. I chose a table outside and we sat there, forks cutting through strawberry shortcake (mine) and chocolate fudge (yours), while we talked about the people around us having cake. Parents and children, lonely old women, and couples our age. You said, "A girlfriend would be nice to take here, we'll eat from each other's plates," and then you took my strawberry and put it in your mouth.
The strawberry was the best part of the cake. And you were eating it, chewing it and making "hmm" noises. I was mad, remember?
So you ordered another cake. "No worries, today was pay day. Have all the cake you want, Anzu-chan. I don't have a girlfriend yet so I can do whatever I want."
Your voice was dreamy while I ate the new strawberry. "She would be hot. While she's eating the strawberry, she'll nibble on it like a mouse and I'll whisper things in her ear. Take the fork she's eating with and kiss it and she'll know what I mean and kiss me. Her lips will taste like cake."
I stared at you. I have never heard this side of you before, this side that longed for shared intimacy.
Before that day, people had called us a couple. Whenever that happened you denied it so much that I found the possibility of us so unthinkable.
You were my first friend. I was so happy at just that.
Then there was the small table between us and our plates of cake almost clinking against one another whenever we pushed our forks into the cream. There were boys with girls, boys with boys, and girls with girls around us on all sides, sharing indirect kisses when they ate cake from the same plate or sipped from the same cup of iced coffee.
The clouds parted in the sky to let the sun through then when I was thinking that.
And you were glowing for only me to see, I think.
That's how I fell in love with you.
A/N: Please review! QuickEdit is teh awful. It keeps eating up my spaces. I liked the old system better (prior to 2003 or something).