"Oh my God..." you mumble while rubbing your temples.

    "I know," your best friend agrees. "They've been talking about that guy for ages."

    "What does he do, anyways?" You think aloud. "Is he an actor or something?"

    "Sou-chan is a singer!!" A fangirl sitting behind you yells, so loud that you flinch.

    You spin around the lunch table with your best saracstic voice ready. "Oh my goodness, he sings?! I honestly don't give a fuc--" Something covers your mouth.

    "Sorry~" your friend sings. "She's just moody from being hungry, carry on~!" Once the girl engages back in her conversation with her other friends, you know that you're in for a scolding. "Hey! What did we say about taking your anger out on others?"

    "Hey, since when were you my mother?"

    "Very good, only be mean to people you know." She pushes your plate of food closer to you. "Now eat."

    "I really don't want to."

    "C'mon, it's your favorite~"

    The positive attitude was really getting to you now. "No thanks."

    She attempts to hand-feed you part of it. "You know you want it~!" You only stare back at her with blank eyes. "C'mon! Eat up."

    "I'm ditching class today." you say and stand up, taking your backpack.

    "Wha-?!" Your best friend follows you out the door. "You can't be serious!"

    "I'm just not in the mood today."

    "Why are you so on edge??"

    "How the hell should I know?!" You rudely spit back. She stops you right in the middle of the hallway.

    "Ah, I know what's going on." You give her a look and she nods once. "I think the vending machine right outside our class building sells chocolate--"

    That actually makes you grin, which seemed like something impossible for you to do today. "That's very generous of you, but I'm not on my period."

    "Oh. Then you're just having a bad day today. What's up?"

    "Beats me." you say and roll your eyes.

    "Maybe it's because we have too many tests in two days?"

    "I actually think that's it." you admit.

    "That's still a bad reason to ditch."

    "I just don't know... but, can you just tell the teachers that I wasn't feeling well? I really just can't today... and I'm getting a headache from hearing about this 'Sou-chan' idol."

    She puts a hand on your shoulder with a look of determination on her face. "I got you dude! Go home and fall into a coma if you have to!"

    "Coma?"

    "'Nap' seems overused."

    "Okay..."

    "Bye!"

    "Bye..."

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    "Fuck you and your delays." You mutter at the intercom in the train station. Putting your hands back in your pockets, you shuffle back over to the bench and prepare for the long wait for your train back home. On a cold day like this, too... You huff air our through your mouth and it condenses into a white puff out in front of your eyes.

    "Is everything okay, miss?" You turn your head towards your left and see the person sitting on the other side of the bench.

    "Not exactly." you reply.

    "Oh, I'm sorry. Bad day?"

    You nod. "Yup." You glance over at him again. Hey, this guy's kinda cute. "I think I'm just a little annoyed..."

    "About what?"

    You take a second to consider. "Well, if I won't be wasting any of your time..."

    "I have time - my train's late."

    Oh, how perfect. "In that case, then -- I don't quite know all of the reasons but one of them may be because all of the girls at my school are obsessing over an idol that just moved to this area."

    "An idol?"

    "Yeah...Sou - something. They're freaking out because 'he might go to this school!' I mean, how cliché is that?" You gulp and recognize the tone you're using. "Sorry...I kinda lost it for a second." you say with some attempt at sounding humble.

    "Is it Yamazaki Sosuke?" the guy asks.

    "Yama-who?"

    "From what I've heard, he's a singer."

    "Then that's probably it... I'm gonna look him up." you say and pull out your smart phone. "Is there any special way to spell it?" you ask while Google pops up on your screen.

    "No, it's regular spelling." He sits up a little straighter on the bench. "I heard that he's 17, so that explains the girls going crazy at your school. Happens to go where I go too."

    "Where do you go?" You ask while clicking the idol's name on your screen.

    "I used to go to a school in Tokyo, but I'm transferring to a school here."

    Name: Yamazaki Sosuke

    Hair color: Dark brown

    Eyes: Blue

    Height: 185cm

    "Really?" You ask while reading the wiki. "Where?"

    "Samezuka Academy."

    Your head pops up from your phone. "Oh, I go there!"

    "Really?"

    "Yeah!"

    "So what did you find?"

    "Wait, what?"

    "On the idol." he gestures to your phone "I'm actually interested myself."

    "Lemme see..." you look back at the phone. "I don't have a picture but it says he has brown hair and blue eyes... the same body guard always follows him around? And this guy has red hair... sounds like a sitcom."

    "It kinda does."

    "They should have a picture of him, right?"

    "You can try going to Images."

    You snap your fingers. "Right, right." 

    "Oi, Sosuke!" You look up to see someone wearing mostly black walking over to your bench - red hair and red eyes. "Where did you run off without me?"

    "I went to Disneyland. Where does it look like I went?"

    "Are you guys best friends or something?" you politely ask, locking the screen to your phone.

    "Who's this?" the other guy asks suspiciously, lowering his black sunglasses a little to eye you.

    "An accuetance."

    "Well, your train is here."

    "So you're leaving?" you ask as your new friend stands up.

    "Yeah. Maybe you can show me around Samezuka?"

    "I'd be glad to." you smile and stand up to shake his hand. "I'm (l/n) (f/n)."

    His friend stifles laugh. "Sosuke, does she not know who you are?"

    "Shut up." you see him mouth in reply to him.

    "S-Sosu--?"

    "Bye." he walks off and his buddy follows - his dark red hair really contrasts with all of the black he's wearing.

    "Y-Yeah..." You immediately take your phone back out. "Honestly, I swear to God." You can't hold back some laughter when the screen finally loads.

    You then slide your phone back in your pocket as the train goes by and the announcement for yours to arrive soon plays out. His eyes weren't blue. They're more like turquoise.