HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU
Author's Note: Okay, so this is based off the movie He's Just Not That Into You, which is a movie that every single person (or at least every single female) in the entire world should go see. I'm not saying it's the best of movies, but it's like two hours of "That's so true" moments. It's just a very relateable movie. For anyone who has seen it, I'm just going to say that Sakuno's story line is going to follow the main character in the movie's story line. An's story line will have bits and pieces from it, but I am pretty much making it up as I go along, and as for Tomoka, I don't really have anything planned for her. I was just kind of using her as a comic relief character, the crazy stalker girl that occasionally has some sassy comments. But if you want something for her, I might be able to come up with something. In regards to following the movie, I'm using quotes and themes from the movie, but I hope not to just copy everything. That's why I've been restraining myself from watching the movie even as a reference so I can fully say that I'm not exactly cheating.
I said that there will be various pairings in the story, but I haven't all of them figured out yet. If you prefer a particular pair, write it in the reviews, and I might consider it (and yes, that can include yaoi pairs).
…if's he not calling you.
"Thanks for helping me with my serve, Ryoma-kun."
Ryoma responded with a detached grumble as he continued to pack up his tennis gear.
"Well it was really nice of you to do that for me," Sakuno continued rather apprehensively, "and I was actually kind of hoping to pay you back by taking you to that ice cream parlor down the street. It just opened, and I heard it's pretty good."
"Sorry, I can't," Ryoma said, slinging his tennis bag over his shoulder. "I have to be somewhere."
"Oh, well that's fine." Sakuno's composure slightly deflated. "I guess we could do it another time."
For a moment, there was an uncertain silence before Ryoma finally broke it.
"Well here's my number. Call me some time."
With that, Sakuno walked away, the faintest of blushes tinting her cheek. As soon as she got home, she found herself moving her telephone to sit on top of her nightstand, right next to her bed. It provided for easier access. At first, she only started to check her messages every so often like a normal person, but when a couple of days started to roll by, and she still hadn't received a phone call, she started to check every half hour. It was gradually growing into an obsession.
"I'm sure it has nothing to do with you," one of her trusty friends An reassured her. "Ryoma-kun has always been clueless at relationships."
"If you ask me," Momoshiro interjected, "Echizen isn't even interested in girls. The only things he loves are tennis, Karupin, and Ponta."
"What he means to say is," An interrupted, shooting her boyfriend a small glare, "he's totally going to call."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Sakuno smiled at the two, though in truth she was only feeling slightly better. Still, with a rejuvenated hope, she proceeded to increase the volume on her telephone, just to make sure she could hear it ringing, and resumed her position at waiting by the bedside table.
Finally, two weeks had gone by, and there was still no phone call. All hope was lost. Letting out a sigh, Sakuno slumped further down in her seat, ultimately giving up. An felt sympathetic for her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, though it only seemed to make Sakuno more thoroughly depressed. She gave one last longing look at the telephone.
"He's never going to call, is he?"
"I don't think so."