Chickarrin Fann

1 November 20XX

Japanese Club

LOVE MEMORY

I kissed him last night (don’t tell anyone!). Finally, I did it! We were alone after club. We watched everyone else leave, Lisa and Shingo were walking really, really close, and Guro-san had this pouty look on his face (he had to work, he wore his uniform all club). But me and Rock just waited there, and it made my head and legs feel strange. I could fall right into him.

“Whatcha think about Shingo and Lisa?” he says, “They’re like a couple of love-birds. Ain’t they?”

“Oh, it can’t be that! Shingo’s cold as ice!” Yes, he is, just like the icicles hanging off the roof right now. But he’s warming up, and he just might break off and crash into the ground! Lisa, what are you doing with that boy?

“I know it ain’t beyond you, of all people, to see the way they been lookin’ at each other.” He’s got my favorite smile on right now.

“Stop! What are you saying?!”

“Exactly what it sounds like I’m sayin’!” Laughing is like a drug. I always feel so light and airy. You make me feel that way, Rokku-san. Sugoku daisuki da yo! I love you extremely.

So I come up closer to him. So I get off the bench and walk over to stand by him. He’s close (chikai nee). They changed out the lights recently, and now everything looks so much warmer, like his skin, like his body. His rough hands are never hard enough to make the rest of him that way. Make me a memory, Rokku-san. Watashi to kekkonshimasenka? Won’t you marry me?

“Sugoku… daisuki… da yo…” I say it. And then I started sobbing like a big baby.

“Hontou desuka?!” I fall into his arms like always, and “Nakanaide kudasai. Boku wa… boku mo… daisuki.” His face got really near to mine, and I felt like I was in heaven.