Lizzy: Here's a story (Romantic comedy?) that I started last year. I'll start each chapter with a quote from a song, and I'll try to get chapters out as quickly as I can.

Dei Dori-Mu

(Day Dream)

Chapter 1: Yume’s paper, Akemi’s misinterpretation. (Tadashi’s stupidity.)

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“Obsession?”

“No! That’s really creepy! What kind of name for a paper is that?” Yume asked, shaking her head.

“Well, that’s what this paper sounds like, Yume.” Akemi, Yume’s friend, replied rolling her eyes.

“Please don’t bash my paper, it’s important.” Yume snapped back, glaring.

“Jeez, fine. What kind of name do you WANT for it, though, Yume?” Akemi asked, skimming through the paper again. It was about 8 pages long, front to back, and hand written in perfect calligraphy. That was one of Yume’s talents, calligraphy. That and poetry. This paper was focused mainly on one person. It seemed more of a letter than a paper until the end, where she added “she then placed down her pen and fell asleep, at peace… for now,” To end it off.

She also started it somewhat like that; “Impatient Izumi, trying to sleep, thinking. She sighed in frustration and picked up her pen, tapping. Grabbing her notebook, she sat up in bed and turned on the light. She flinched slightly at its bright bulb, but turned away and put the pen to the paper, paused. She thought for about ten seconds, then the pen flowed and flowed on the paper, as time sped by and memories flowed into words in her notebook.”

Then a letter followed, and the ending, where Izumi slept peacefully, for the time being. Yume had no class to turn this in at, but Akemi didn’t know that. Yume had added the beginning and end to make it seem more like a story, but the truth is— She is Izumi. She wrote the letter, the LOVE letter. It had two poems of hers woven into it perfectly, and so many memories were just sewn into the words. A perfect love letter. One that you’d either think was creepy, or perfect, depending on your mind set.

“I don’t know... I didn’t really want a name; you were the one that told me it needed one, in the first place. I just wanted to know what you thought.” Yume replied as she folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them, sighing and taping her fingers.

“Ah, fine. If you don’t want a title—Then, I think it’s fine. A nice letter she wrote, too. It’s really sweet, Yume, but she seems kinda stalker-ish or obsessed, if you ask me.”

“What? How is she either of those things?!” Yume snapped, hiding her blushing face.

“Well, I mean for one, she thinks everything about him is perfect. No one is perfect!”

“Maybe he’s perfect for her.” Yume muttered into her arms.

“Two, she’s sending him this letter when he barley knows her. If he gets this, he’s gunna flip out.” Yume looked up.

“She’s not sending it to him. She wrote it to calm her down, to help her sleep,” She explained, looking Akemi directly in the eyes.

“Ehm... Alright, then, two (again), everything he does, she seems to think it’s a sign.”

“What?” Yume asked, glaring.

“I mean, he glanced at her and she thought he was basically saying ‘I love you!’”

“No, no no... He glanced at her in passing, and immediately looked away, his face turning red and a worried kind of smile on his face as she blinked at him in confusion.” Yume replied, the poem she wrote when that happened reciting itself in her mind.

“You talk like you’re telling a story, you know that, right?” Akemi asked, looking at Yume with wonder and awe in her eyes. Yume’s face flushed, and she let out a small cough.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize I was doing that.” She said, rubbing the back of her neck in frustration.

“Well, anyway, Yume, I think it’s fine other than that. It makes more sense now that you explained it (I guess….)”

Yume sighed again. She took the papers and put them back in her bag. A hand landed on her shoulder and she turned around to see who it was. She saw Tadashi right in front of her before—he kissed her right on the mouth.

“TADASHI!” Akemi yelled. The library was then filled with the sound of “shhh!!” as everyone but they shushed Akemi. Yume pushed him away and wiped her mouth. “Why did you do that?”

“Why not?” Tadashi asked, and sat down next to Yume. She scooted away from him. “Aww, come on Yume! Calm down. It was just a… friendly kiss.”

“That was no FRIENDLY kiss.” Yume replied, her face turning slightly red.

“You could have at least given her a bit of WARNING, Tadashi!” Akemi shot at him.

“She knows how I feel about her, and I just thought maybe I should show her that it’s not going to just stop because she doesn’t love me in reply.”

“I really doubt you’re in love,” Akemi said, “You should read the story Yumi wrote,” Yume turned deep red, “The girl in that story is in love.”

“Oh really? Let me see. I’ll see how close I am compared to her, then.” Tadashi replied stubbornly, waving his hand impatiently at Yume. “Hand it over, Yume.”

Yume hugged her backpack in reply.

“Yume, let him see, it’ll get him off your back.” Akemi said, confused as to why her friend didn’t want Tadashi to see the paper.

“N-no.” Yume replied blushing.

“Why not, Yume?” Tadashi asked laughing at her face and reaction.

“Come on, Yume, you let me read it! And it’s not like you wrote the letter for someone and just made it sound like a story. Anyway, it was really written quite well, Yume, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Ooh, there’s a letter in it, is there?” Tadashi replied, grinning. “Maybe she DID write the letter for someone… Me? Ha.”

“No she didn’t, Tadashi.” Akemi replied. Yume was hiding her face by now, worried by what they might find in the expression on her face. But hiding it was just as bad as letting them see.

“Yume….” Tadashi started, suspicious.

“You didn’t, did you?” Akemi asked worried. Yume started coughing. Akemi groaned and Tadashi stared wide eyed at Yume.

Coughing is Yume’s reaction to certain things: if she’s uncomfortable; sometimes when she doesn’t want to laugh she just coughs once; and if her nose hurts.

So this basically meant, to their all knowing ears: “I did. I wrote the letter for someone.”

“For who, Yume?” Akemi asked. Yume said nothing.

“Me, Yume?” Tadashi asked hopefully. Yume still said nothing. It wasn’t him, no. If it was, she would have said “yes” to one of those million times he’s asked her out.

“No, Tadashi, you know the answer to that.” Akemi replied softly. Tadashi stood up swiftly. Yume looked up at him in surprise and fear.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” He asked them, glaring at a book shelf, but still facing them. Yume shook a little in fear and sadness. “It just means I’m going to have to try to win you over much harder.” He smirked down at Yume and walked out of the library. They stared after him, Akemi’s eye twitching in annoyance.

“What an idiot. At least he didn’t get angry or sad, though, huh?” Akemi said, poking Yume in the forehead. “So will you tell me who it is, already?” Yume, nervous, hugged her backpack closer.

“Hideki.” She whispered.

“Do you know how many Hideki’s we have in this school?” Akemi whispered back, slowly and sarcastically. Yume coughed, trying not to laugh, and smiled.

“You know, the one on the track team, on the basketball team, on the soccer team, almost all the sports, and he acts and he sings and he plays a lot of instruments and does so much more, that I can’t even remember the whole list.” Yume whispered back. She knew his last name, but, for one, Akemi knew no one’s last name, and two if anyone overheard her they might go and tell him, she thought.

“Ah. That freak.” Akemi replied, resting her head on her hand.

“If Tadashi finds out, do you think he’ll tell him?” Yume asked, tears forming in her eyes. She, Akemi and Tadashi had been friends ever since Tadashi moved to their town in their 3rd year of elementary school. She and Akemi had been acquaintances, but Tadashi met them both and befriended them both, then forced them together and they all became friends. Tadashi had declared his love to Yume in their 5th year right before summer vacation, where Yume would be going on a trip to visit family in another country. She had been so surprised and sad that she didn’t return the feelings that she started on poetry, and continuously played sports to get her mind off the matter. They were all very close.

“Nah, he’s not cruel. Actually, I think he’d just become very competitive, depending on him.” Tadashi also had different personalities. “He’ll most likely join a lot of things to keep up, and try to get better at everything that Hideki is good at… But Hideki IS in his last year, so that’s going to be a challenge. Yume, why him?”

“Did you read the paper? That’s why.” Yume replied, drawing little hearts on her poetry notebook. That was the only thing she knew how to draw, besides stick figures. Hideki could draw very well. He was excellent at everything he put his mind to. Yume wished she could do that. She looked up to Hideki. He was her idol and love. He knew of neither, though.

He knew her, they had talked plenty, but not enough. Not enough for them to be much more than just acquaintances. She regretted that. She mostly just talked to him during P.E. They had the same class and Yume was very grateful for that. Actually, they both had two P.E. periods. They loved it THAT much. It was just coincidence that they had the same class both times. The teacher liked to pair people up instead of letting them pick their work partners, so she sometimes got paired up with him and it always turned out great since they were both so good at sports.

Tadashi was in one of her P.E. classes, and Akemi in the other. Both always wanted to be paired up with her, but it rarely happened. The teacher wanted everyone in the class to become friends, so as soon as people started acting like really good friends, he’d make sure to pair them up with people they knew and liked less. Yume only liked this because she could be paired up with new people and get to learn what type of person they are. She loved to meet new people.

Lizzy: I hope you liked it. Please at least tell me what you thought. Also: Critisism welcome.