We're now standing in front of my house. I take a deep breath, take the house keys out of my pocket, and because of my fumbling fingers, I drop the keys. So much for trying to keep my clumsiness at bay.

With his quick reflexes, he catches the keys before they hit the ground. He puts his hand out to give me the keys. I take this time to take a closer look at him.

Mitchies' wearing a coral-blue short-sleeved shirt with a hoodie and big from pocket attached, paired with blue jeans and black vans. His straight and short blond hair compliment his sky blue eyes. It's like he came straight out of a fairy tale. I give out an enamored sigh.

"Uh, Earth to Sayako?" says Mitchie, breaking me from my trance.

"Uh sorry." I quickly grab the keys from his hand embarrassed.

"I should be apologizing. I keep on forgetting that my manly charms and charisma are irresistible." Mitchie flexes his arms showing his muscles.

"Shut up!" I slap him on the shoulder playfully. "Keep talking like that and I won't let you inside my house." "No! But I've gotten so far! I can't go back now!" Mitchie says while putting his hands together in a pleading gesture. I giggle. He always knew how to make me laugh. We walked up the steps to the front door of my house.

I put the key into the keyhole and twist it until I hear a click. I push open the door. We walk in to see my older brother drinking out of the grape juice bottle. Again.

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After taking a big gulp of juice, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, yuck. Why are brothers so gross?

"Hey Mitchie, how's it goin'?", Haruka, my brother, grinned. "Ewww. Get away from Mitchie! I don't want your grossness rubbing off on him!" I grab Mitchie by the wrist and pull him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I breathe a sigh of relief. "Ahem. Uh, Saaya, you can let go of my hand, uh, I mean, wrist now." I release my grip on Mitchie's wrist, "Sorry, I totally forgot that I was still holding on to you, and oh my gosh that sounded so wrong. I am so sorry." "Nah. It's fine. At this point, I should be used to it by now. Haruka will never change, and neither will you." "Oh. D-do you want me to change?" I looked him in the eye for a split second, then immediately shifted my eyes to the floor. "I know I'm not perfect," I start to twiddle my thumbs like I do when I'm nervous.

"What?! No! That wasn't what I meant! At all!", Mitchie grabs my hands and pulls them toward him. Just a little bit. I look up at him. "Then what do you mean?" My voice cracks while saying this. Tears start rolling down my cheeks. Why in the heck am I crying now?

Mitchie starts to apologize, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," he lets go of my hands and wipes the tears off my face. "What I meant is that I like you as you are." I look at him with glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry for crying for no reason," I wipe some more tears off my face. "People don't cry for no reason," Mitchie says, "Sometimes they cry for a reason they don't see yet."

"Oh really?", I ask.

I know exactly why I cried.