#sasaharas

00.02: sup you stick-obsessed idiot.

00.07: that's right you're always ready to grab that bat and swing it all the way, and you don't have the guts to grab that gal.

00.10: BE A MAN

00.15: Use the flowers dude, if she doesn't like it hell fuck to herrrrrrrrrrr

00.30: you can always kidnap.

00.32: nah you would fail at it, no sticks include here.

00.50: Love is bitch, stick-man. but we have to fucking deal with it.

Natsume rolled over under her covers that following morning, knowing her alarm would be sounding in a few moments. Not that it mattered, she was already wide awake anyway, and had been for over an hour. The events of the previous evening kept running through her mind, and to be honest, she had no idea what she was going to do. Sasayan's admission to liking her had caught her totally off-guard.

She had had lots of guys like her, sure. But never one with whom she was... well, friends. Good friends, for that matter. The concept confused her so much that she felt like burying herself under the covers once more. As she went through her morning routine, his statement of 'Even if it was me, I never would've held hands with you if I didn't like you!' rang through her head. And why was he so casual about it, anyway? No other guy would be. But then again, Sasayan was certainly... different. Natsume sighed in frustration as her one-track train of thought continued.

Finally, she left for school, and as soon as she did she began to feel unreasonably paranoid. What if she ran into him on her way to school? What if she didn't see him until she got there? What was she supposed to say when she saw him, anyway...? This entire situation, to her surprise, made her almost angry. Although... she understood that liking someone couldn't be helped, after her own experiences. 'But still...! How did this happen?!'

3. Does a manga count? asjfsd Well a real book a... I'm not used to read :9 but I can say that I love Haruki Murakami's books

Mun: Oh, this looks like a fun one!

Natsume: A perfect topic! A blog can be like a glimpse into someone's heart, and a wonderful way to make friends~

Mun: Yeah, I agree, blogs are great way to make friends and talk with people all over the world. Although sometimes I wish I could be a bit more productive, at times I feel like my love for blogging gets in the way of other aspects of my life.

Natsume: What are you saying? 

Mun: Well I--

Natsume: Blogging is life.

Mun: Well that sounds nice in theory. It would be fun if everything could be blogging and tea, ha. But things can't be like that all the time

Natsume: ...

Mun: ...

Natsume: The internet and my friends are all I need.

Mun: But, Natsume... what about your marks, don't you think you should--

It was around 6 pm already and Yamaken was killing time at the "Batting Game", strangely alone. Mako said to meet there around 5 o'clock but no one came, with his iPhone out of battery he had two options: to leave or to stay there. He decided to stay since nothing interesting do to came to his mind, also some times idiots come to the "Batting Game" and watching them failing was somehow amusing.

One more hour passed and no one came, he was already dying from boredom. With his legs wide open, thin arms and shoulders supported on the couch he let his head down the sofa's back.

Natsume was standing outside "Batting Game", gazing up at the sign. It was closed today aparently, even though she didn't knew and had came all the day there to be with everyone. But, if it was closed, then where were the others? Taking out her cellphone, Natsume quickly went down her contacts list and selected Sasayan's number. She typed in

"where are you? do you want to go out now? :3"

and waited patiently for a reply, sitting down on a bench nearby.