FINAL CHAPTER~! ^________^

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"In the rain, tears go unseen…only to be noticed by a sheltering heart."

Mrs. Tachikawa gently placed two steaming plates of waffles and eggs while she melodically hums to the hot, new single of Tenshi Tsubasa—"Itsumo de na kara ". She had been cooking all morning and the table was full of delicious-looking food and a heap helping of chocolate-covered rice balls for a certain daughter. When Mr. Tachikawa walked into the kitchen dressed in his work-suit, he suddenly caught the delicious aroma of the pancakes and glanced to find his wife doing some odd moves with the spatula.

"Wow, did you make all this for us?" he said profoundly.

His wife nodded, "Uh-huh. I made all of Mimi's favorite food! I hope you enjoy—" her words were unfinished as she smacked her husbands' hand away from the plate. "Ah! No one's eating until Mimi gets here."

"What about me?"

Both her parents' faces lit up when they heard her voice and saw her walking down the stairs. Mimi looked healthier than ever now, she had just 'suddenly' woken up from her four day sleep a few days ago and was already up and about the house and as hungry as ever. Mimi smiled sweetly to her parents but gasped when she caught sight of the food laid in front of her.

She ran to the table, mouth watering, "All these—are for me?"

"Hai, eat as much as you want."

"Gah," Mimi drooled and began snatching helpings with her bare hands, gulping down a mouthful of waffles and her mouth dribbling with miso soup.

As she pigged out, her father smiled warmly, "I see you haven't lost your hungry-hippo appetite," Mimi grinned showing a wide variety of rice. "We're glad to see you up and around, princess, but if you don't hurry you're going to be late."

Mimi choked out her food, wiped her mouth on her uniforms' sleeve and kissed her parents goodbye before running out the door. As she was about to slam it close, her mother called out.

"Mimi! Don't forget your bag, honey!" Mimi grinned and coyly took it. "Honey, before I forget Mr. Masimachii called."

"He did?"

"Hai, he and the others are happy to here you're feeling better," she smiled. "And if you could, stop by the studio after school today?"

Mimi hesitated for a while, going to Masimachii's office meant seeing the guys—seeing the guys meant seeing Matt.

"Mimi?"

"Oh," Mimi blinked, "uh, sure, mom. Will do."

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It seemed like only an hour ago that Mimi said those words and now found herself on the downtown streets on her way to Masimachii's office. Mimi grunted as she pushed her way through the busy crowds of people, sighing whenever someone screams her name and, like that, she was surrounded by loyal fans that holler her to sign a piece of paper, their shirts, and the most oddest things. Mimi plastered a smile on her face and nodded to whatever they said and asked about her whereabouts the past days while hastily walking about the streets wishing to be at Masimachii's office by then instead of around this mob. She grinned as she handed back the very last autograph she had to give when she that she suddenly found herself at the same avenue where she had first met Matt, the day they battled against each cars' speed and each drivers' endurance, the very day she fell in love with him.

A frown crept onto her face and Mimi tucked her warm yet shivering hands inside her green coat that went down to her knees and covered her school uniform. Even as the wind blew her chestnut hair against her cheeks and face she paid it no heed and kept walking mindlessly and reviewed the past weeks' events—mainly the event the occurred the moment she woke up. The same words whirled and taunted her mind for the past days…

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"I like you…You scare me, Mimi, that might sound weird but you do, especially when you, told me you loved me. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that I've been told those words so many times, too many times that I automatically have a response for it. I also didn't mean it when I said I only protected you for business, I just wanted so bad to be at your side most of the time since ever since we met… I'm only crazy about money because, don't laugh now," he looked down. "I wanted to save up for college and then have money leftover to make the love of my life happy…those words—it was actually the first time any girl has said that to me. What's love?… how I reacted to you when you said that, because I was still unsure of what it'll mean coming from you and me…Mimi, you're the only one that can answer that question for me. You. Just please answer me and I'll never bother you again…Never…Michael, he loves you…I'm sorry, but I just don't know if I love you. Is that what love is?

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Mimi blinked her tears away, ever since Matt left that day she had tried to hold in her tears from everyone and it had worked, they totally believe that she's okay. She sniffed and quickly brushed her sleeve against her eyes and kept walking as the same words made themselves comfortable in her tortured mind. How? She asked herself, after everything, what we talked about, and you apologizing…how can you still not answer me, Matt? It's not fair, I've tried—given everything I had to help you like me, to love me, I gave you my heart…If I were just another girl that told you these words, will it have affected you differently?

"Mimi-chan?!"

Mimi snapped her head up and glanced to her right, a black car was slowly driving beside her at the same pace she was going. In the car were Michael and Matt; Mimi kept a blank face when she caught sight of the blonde, he didn't even bother looking at her as if nothing had happened between them. Duh, of course nothing happened between you, she thought, and besides, he said he'll leave me alone now, just because I answered his question.

"Michael," she whispered. "What are you guys doing here?"

Michael answered innocently not noticing the faint red shades on both his friends' cheeks, "We were just on our way to Arts'. You're heading over there too, nei? Hop on!" he beamed and stopped.

"I don't know," Mimi bit her bottom lip.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked. "You plan to keep walking? C'mon, Mimi-chan!" before Mimi could breathe another word she was ushered into the car by Michael and she plopped down at the back seat between the two boys.

"So, how've you been, Mimi-chan? I missed you," he slightly blushed and grinned at the back-view mirror.

Mimi slightly smiled, "I feel much better, Michael, thanks…how's everyone been?"

"Okay, I guess. Though it's been pretty quiet without you!" he kept grinning.

Matt made a sarcastic grunt, Ugh, how more flirtatious can you get? He thought out of irritation.   

Mimi and Michael both noticed his remark, "Did you say something, Matt?"

"Iie," he plainly said and laid back on his chair. "Why exactly are we going there again?"

"Tomorrow's the deadline for our album, remember? Now that Mimi's back we can finally get it started."

At the corner of her eye, Mimi stared at Matt with such anger and wistfulness. Matt, I'm so mad at you, she fumed her thoughts, how can you just, sit there as if nothing happened?! How come I'm always the only one getting hurt here while you just totally erase it from your mind and be so cold again? Arrgh, am I ever going to figure you out. Mimi sighed, this isn't fair, no matter how hard I try I can't seem to stay mad at him. I've known and loved him too much to get mad. And of course, he obviously has no romantic or sympathetic bone in his whole cold body! And I'm stuck with the guilt and everything else. She looked at Michael, Matt doesn't love me, but he said Michael does…he told me that a few times now. Matt, are you now pushing me towards Michaels' affections? Because, you don't know?… I wanna go home, I don't wanna be near him anymore or I'll just cry or something, I want to be back at that world when I was sleeping. It's much better than this…

"Mimi, Daijibou?" Michael asked through the mirror. "Mimi. You're, crying…!"

"Huh?" Mimi stroked her finger across her eye and found a teardrop, had she been weeping in front of Matt this whole time? Mimi scowled at herself and quickly and harshly rubbed her eyes. Matt stole a glance at her and frowned. Mimi, he thought, what's bothering her? Hn, whatever it is it's probably my fault. He quickly turned around when Mimi looked up. She smiled.

"Mimi-chan?"

"I'm alright, really, I guess it's probably the wind-got something in my eyes," she assured.

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After a good, solid half hour of greeting Mimi back, the band settled down and got to business. Mimi carefully took a seat beside Michael and a good few feet away from Matt, to her dismay. She almost thought she saw him wince but then her eyes were still a bit teary.

"…we'll be recording tomorrow afternoon, after your tutoring and school. You guys have to meet me at Satoshii's at exactly 3:30, okay? I have to have this album finished for the producers by the following morning so it can be printed out. Mimi, everyone's already aware of what were gonna do so I'm going to need—Michael, go get the stuff we rehearsed the other day and help Mimi."

Michael nodded cheerfully, "Glad to." Mimi gave him one of her million-dollar smiles.

Masimachii clapped his hand, "Sugoi, now…"

After the discussion about their album, there wasn't much to talk about so they all decided to go home. Mimi waved as Matt's car drove off with Matt, Takeru, and Tai on it—to Mimi's sort of disappointment, Michael had offered to walk her home through the train station.

Tai looked back and watched Michael put his arm around Mimi's shoulders as Matt speedily turned around the corner. Tai was sitting at the back seat and leaned his head to Matt's other side so Takeru won't hear though he was already asleep.

"Oiy," he said. "What's up with you and Mimi? You barely spoke or even pay attention to each other the whole time. And what's Michael doing walking her home?"

Matt stubbornly narrowed his eyes towards the road, "Nothing's wrong with me or Mimi. There wasn't and never will be, and I don't give a damn who walks her home, even if it is Michael."

"What are you talking about?!" Tai hissed. "After what we talked about, I was sure you and Mimi would-unless—What happened?"

"Nothing," Matt snapped. "G-gomen. Tai, I did tell her everything, I told her I was sorry and all. She said she was too—and I asked her what love was and."

"And…?"

"She did answer me, sort of. And," Matt paused, "and I promised her that I'll leave her alone if she did answer me, and she did so I am."

"Yamato, baka!" Tai remarked. "Why did you say that? Now Michael's going to-"

"I know, Tai," Matt's reply were stained with jealousy and anger. "I know. Call me stupid, anything you want, I don't care. She told me she still loves me, Tai! And she'll always love me, what am I suppose to do with that?!"

"You're suppose to say you love her back," Tai almost pleaded. "Geez, man, you're making me go crazy here. If I cared about Sora—wait, I do care about Sora like that so I wouldn't just go giving her away like that! She asked you if you love her and what did you do!"

"I get it!" Matt quickly stomped on the brakes which made the car swerve around the empty road and skid to a halt around the dirt. Tai fell from his seat and when he got up he found that Takeru was still sleeping like a rock and Matt was gripping tightly onto the wheel.

"Matt."

"I know, Tai, I know how stupid I was—how stupid I am for doing that, for doing everything to hurt her and me. God, I'm dying here I don't know what to do! I want to be with her so bad but she's always going to say she loves me, she's always going to ask if I love her too…"

"Don't you?" Tai murmured.

Matt banged his hands on the wheel and laid his head back to gaze at the darkening sky, "I don't know, man. Mimi said—Mimi said that love can't be explained, only felt. But I just don't know what that means and how can I feel it? I would gladly give her an answer whether it's 'yes' or 'no'. But I just can't stand hurting her by saying that I don't know."

"She still deserves to know," Tai replied. "It won't be fair to either of you—and definitely my aching head if you don't answer her. I know I'd hate it to lose Sora just because of that."

"Tai."

"Nani?"

Matt slowly turned the engine back on and gripped the wheel, "I want what you have."

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The next two days, was a total blur to the members of Tenshi Tsubasa. They went to Satoshii's studio that Thursday afternoon and recorded their album with Mimi's songs in it too, Masimachii quickly sent it to the producers who later on announced the bands' new and improved album will be out in about two weeks while the group performs their every night one-week concerts before their CD comes out. Fans and loyal supporters, paparazzi and certain television shows, have been all over the band for questions and interviews and photographs. If this wasn't enough, those two days they also had to rehearse for their next concert that starts on Monday night. They were all so busy that they all barely had any free time to enjoy each others' company, and Matt never got to talk to Mimi for she was always either with Masimachii, her family, fans, or Michael.

It was Saturday night, they were all pretty tired but the members had insisted on going out to dinner to celebrate about, everything. To Masimachii's arguments of them all taking a rest, they still made reservations to 'Buru Muun Café' (Blue Moon Ballroom) that night. Here, Matt was planning to finally get a chance to talk to Mimi as his car drove into her driveway.

Takeru leaned in front and faced Matt, "I don't get it. We're famous, we have plenty of money, and yet you make us ride in your car? I would've been happy with a limo."

"Gomen, TK," Matt smiled. "I promise that there'll be one waiting for us at the restaurant, I just feel like being in a normal car, you know."

"O-kay," Takeru sighed and leaned back with Michael.

"Matt," Tai asked and leaned a bit closer while Takeru and Michael chatted. "You are going to go through with this, aren't you? I swear I have the hospital and psychiatrist on speed dial if you don't."

Matt let out a muffled laugh, "Am I making you that insane?" Tai nodded. "Heh, I can't promise, Tai. I just can't be sure of anything right now, but I'll try…I'll try."

Mimi looked into the man-sized mirror one last time to look at herself. She turned around and admired every feature, she had hoped she hadn't gone too far; wearing an almost white yet pink dress that went down to her feet and had one strap that tied around her neck and Chinese roses embalmed at the bottom rim of the dress and black shoes that wrapped around her feet—Mimi thought she didn't look half bad. Like at the dance, two strands of her chestnut hair was pulled back and tied at the back of her head with a pink clip, leaving two strands to frame her face.

She glanced down her window and her eyes quickly focused on a certain blonde boy. Mimi heaved a sigh, please just help me get through this night. She walked down the stairs somewhat with grace yet with her usual clumsiness, she hugged her parents goodbye and stepped out to the door and walked towards the black car, surprised at not seeing a limousine.

She slightly tapped her foot though the guys didn't seem to notice her. Mimi grew impatient, "Ahem."

All of them, mostly Matt, bolted up. Eyes widened, jaws dropped they stared at her beauty with awe and with looks of stupidity. Matt felt his face getting hot though he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. Mimi put her hands behind her back.

"You guys really aren't that courteous, are you? No one even bothered to knock or wait by the door," she said with sarcasm dripping from every word. She smiled sweetly, "No limo? Where am I sitting?"

"Oh, here!" Tai said and he jumped at the back with the other two, receiving somewhat of a glare from Matt. Mimi blushed but got in anyway, avoiding Matt's eyes as much as she could. (Aw ^_^)

"Mimi, you look, beautiful!" Michael remarked.

"Arigatou!" Mimi smiled and Matt just sighed to himself and slowly back away from the driveway and onto the Café.

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Mimi couldn't hold it any longer, "S-sugoi!!" she exclaimed as their car drove in front of the place. Lights everywhere, a huge dance floor and marvelous flowers, white and lavender silk draped around the whole place made Mimi feel like she was suddenly sucked into a fairy tale book like Cinderella. And the best part, there were no cameras this time.

"Milady," a man offered his hand and help Mimi out as another took the keys from Matt and took the car to the parking lot.

Matt saw child light up on her angelic face and he couldn't help but chuckle at how immature and naive she looked compared to the elegant-looking people. Matt dug his hands into his pockets and the four teenager boys strode pass the open doors with Mimi frolicking in front of them and soaking in every bit of glamour, they were escorted to their table by a rather odd yet skimpy-looking man who helped them to their seats and handed them their menus.

Like clockwork, it seemed like the moment they had ordered their food it was suddenly laid in front of them. A soft whisper of violins began to play followed by the piano and other instruments.

Tai glanced up from his food, "Mimi-chan…what are you doing? You're food's getting cold."

Mimi's whole body was turned around and her knees were climbed up on her chair and she tried to push herself up to look at everything and everyone in the room like some dog begging for a walk, Takeru blushed at seeing people giving them weird looks and hastily pulled the frantic girl down.

"Shh," he hissed, "What's wrong with you, Mi-chan? It's like you haven't been in a place like this before sit down, people are looking!"

Mimi finally gave up after receiving a few laughs from her friends and grabbed her fork, "Gomen, Takeru!" she beamed. "This is just so—cool! Everything's so pretty and stuff, ee, I love it! Omigosh, there's a dance floor!"

Tai made a slight grunt, "Hn, too bad those guys have no taste in real music."

Mimi giggled and took a huge bite of her food, okay, took the whole thing, "Mmm," she grinned all stuffed, she glanced around the table to find all their jaws and eyes wide open, "Nani? I'm hungry, you know how I get when I don't get food." She said as a matter-of-factly.

And she was hungry, she ordered about two or more plates of food—not including dessert—when she was finally satisfied. Mimi looked around and saw that the guys were still eating and were deep in conversation about some guy stuff she couldn't keep up with, so she once again enjoyed the scenery of the room. Gosh, even the people are beautiful, Mimi exasperated—though, she was right; the round, white tables were filled with people that looked like they fitted perfectly into this place. They wore clothing that were so sophisticated and moved their utensils and such with grace, they were all at least ten years older than Tenshi Tsubasa and were chatting about politics and such. And the dance floor, was marvelous it took her breathe away; the floor was of lavender marble though was not see as much as the people that glided across it, men of black or white tuxedos and slicked hair elegantly criss-crossed around the floor and guided their lady friend to the music. And the women were magnificently gorgeous, with their light dresses that cascaded to the floor and shiny hair up into high buns or flowing to the backs.

Matt stopped his fork in mid-air when he caught sight of Mimi admiring the people dancing. He watched the twinkle in her eyes and longing of being one of those beautiful women, and he longed to be one of those men with her. He dropped his fork and the conversation around him when her hazel eyes turned and watched him, Mimi slightly turned her head with a face that was pleading him to ask if he would dance with her yet another expression of fear. C'mon, Matt, this is your chance—You might never get another again so just do it, Matt opened his mouth to ask her when someone's hand cut in between their faces.

They both looked up though their faces fell when they saw Michael—a thought struck Matt as he remembered how the two have gotten closer than before, he closed his mouth and turned back around, I forgot…she's already in love with Michael now.

"Mimi," Michael said. "Would you, care to dance?"

Mimi smiled, but inside she was screaming, "H-hai," she placed her hand in his but took one last glance at Matt as she stood up. You sure know how to break someone's hope, Matt. Michael held onto her hand and slowly led her to the dance floor, where he wrapped his hands on her waist and put her arms around his neck. (Ew x.x)

"Oiy, just gonna go hit the men's room," Takeru announced and Tai nodded as he excused himself.

When Takeru left, Tai quickly wacked Matt's head. Matt glared, "Baka, what the hell was that for?!"

"What do you mean, 'what was that for'?!"

"I don't know that's the whole point of asking," Matt shot back and rubbed his head. "Man, that really hurt."

Tai whined, "Arrgh, that was suppose to be you, not Michael! Matt, you might not have had another chance and now you'll never have one. Michael's sure to put a move on her now," he groaned. "You sure know how to break someone's hope, Matt."

Matt hesitated and glanced at the two dancing, "Yeah, I do…so I should stop."

"Nani?" Matt stood up. Tai blinked, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know," Matt replied as he began to walk down the steps and onto the floor. He looked back at Tai, he was grinning sheepishly and holding two thumbs up and then bolted from his chair and ran somewhere else, Tai? Matt asked himself when he lost sight of him.

Ugh, please get me outta here, Mimi thought, I like Michael, but not like that. When is this song going to end? Mimi adjusted her hands more loosely around Michael's neck and tried to squeeze herself loose out of his grasp in the most sneakiest and polite way but stopped when she caught sight of Tai. He was waving his hand as the pianist stepped off and took a break while Tai sat himself down and took his spot—Tai spotted Mimi and grinned rather mischievously at her. Taichi, what are you up to—she then saw Matt walking towards them.

Michael blinked when another song came on and Matt stopped and tapped him on the shoulder.

Matt smiled, "Care if I cut in?" Inside, Matt was jumping for joy though his mind and body didn't seem to be cooperating at the moment for he had no clue at what he was doing.

Michael hesitated but then let go of Mimi, "My pleasure," he gave both one last smile and walked off.

Mimi was reluctant when Matt only put one hand around her waist and took her other in his free hand, like one of those men that danced around them. She left her mouth slightly opened in confusion and locked her eyes on him, his warm blue eyes, his soothing smile, and warmth.

Tai cracked his knuckles together and began moving along with the music and softly playing a ballad on the piano like Bach or something. Mimi was too dazed that when she finally realized that she was dancing with Yamato Ishida her cheeks quickly turned claret and she quickly looked away and stared outside; she watched these people running outside and finally noticed it was pouring rain, and the thunder bolted against the dark skies that made such a huge uproar that she suddenly gave a tiny jump and then stiffened but then felt Matt's grip tighten.

"it's okay, Mimi," he whispered. "I'm right here."

"Why are you doing this," she mumbled. "I thought you said you'd leave me alone…"

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" he asked and kept smiling. "Gomen, Mimi, but I made two promises to you—to help and protect you, and to leave you alone. Well, I certainly can't keep both and I choose—to be at your side," Mimi's eyes widened a bit. "I, tried to leave you alone, Mimi, but it was too hard…" Mimi began noticing that the smile had faded and his face now looked troubled.

"Matt?"

Matt looked away and saw Tai, he was grinning as wide as he can and mouthing the words to instruct him—'Mimi, I, love, you.' Matt gave him a slight annoyed glare and turned back only to face Mimi again. She looked quite worried and he then noticed that they had stopped dancing and eyes were locked on each other.

"Mimi, I," he whispered. I can't do this, I still—I can't answer her till I know, "Mimi I…"

Mimi bit her bottom lip for she knew what he was trying to say and couldn't help but feel ecstatic inside and wanting to hug him when he says it. But he didn't.

Matt let go, "I'm sorry, I can't, I still don't know!" and with that he ran off, dashed through the doors and out to the pelting rain, leaving a weeping and certainly not confused Mimi standing alone on the dance floor as she was surrounded by loving couples.

           (Glowered- to stare in an angry or ill-humored way o_o)

Tai quickly glowered and got up from his seat and while trying not to disturb or catch anyone's attention, ran out the door. Mimi, still left standing. Tai halted just before he got into the rain and saw no trace of his friend, a middle-aged man walked up to him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kamiya, are you all ready to go now?" he asked.

"Nani?"

"Your limousine," he pointed. "Mr. Ishida called to say you were to be picked up after dinner."

"Matt?! Did he say where he was going?"

The man nodded, "Well, I just saw Mr. Ishida descending down to his car and driving off to that direction." He pointed, to the direction of the Tomoeda Park.

Tai was about to jump in the car but stopped when he remembered something, Michael, Takeru, and Mimi. He looked back but found Mimi standing by the doorway as people filed pass her and into the restaurant. She stared at Tai with such a way that he felt bad for her; her eyes were half-covered by unspent tears though she bore a rather indignant on her face. She clenched her fists at her sides and walked over towards Tai.

"Iie," she said. "I want to talk to him, for once I can actually stay angry at him and now I can tell him all about it."

"Mimi, Onegai—" Tai tried to reason but saw to fault in her face as she got into the car and Tai was left with no choice, though he somehow knew Mimi should be the one in the car and he instructed the chauffer to take her to the park. When they disappeared into the fogginess of the rain, he walked back into the restaurant to Takeru and Michael with such confidence that everything'll work out, somehow.

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Outside of the park gates, soaked under the rain, was a black car. Not far away were the parks' humongous oak trees that sheltered certain areas of the green short-cut grass and flax plants that bore delicate blue and lavender flowers that only bloom at this time of the year.

On one of those trees, quite hidden, was Matt. He was leaning against the tree; his right knee slightly close to his face and the other lying on the damp ground, he dropped his head against the bark and closed his eyes as the droplets of rain dripped on his face.

"Not again," he muttered. "Great job, Ishida, you broke her heart for what? The fifth time now. What the heck is wrong with me…"

"That's what I'd like to know."

Matt quickly looked up and saw Mimi a few feet away from him. Her dress was completely soaked and the bottom was ripped and the dress was now above her knees, her hair was rained down on and was matted down, and as for her eyes, were wetted with tears and not from the rain. Matt stood up and faced her as she walked up to him—and slapped him.

"There," she softly said, "now, you have at least a hint of how I feel."

Matt touched his cheek, "Mimi—"

"I don't get you, Yamato," she cut him off, letting out a muffled laugh that were stained with hatred and pain. "I just don't. I gave you everything! I tried offering you my friendship yet you pushed me away, I gave you my compassion and that you ignore, and I gave you all my heart and everything I had left and all you can say is, 'I don't know'?! I've just about had it with you," her voice raising and tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's not fair, Matt, I've told you I loved you so many times now and I meant it—and you know that! And all this time you still can't make up your mind? You can't even give me a simple answer? I'm sorry, but I've just had enough of that and you playing around. God, Matt, why can't you just answer me? Is that so much to ask from you? I'm sorry I came into your life and loved you but I've just about told you how I feel and you never returned any of them back. I asked you if you love me and 'I don't know' is technically not an answer."

Matt spoke in a low voice, "Mimi, I can only say sorry so many times. I know I'm being unfair but—arrgh," Matt turned away and began walking away when Mimi grabbed his arm.

"Matt, what's wrong with you?" she asked in concern. "Why won't you just talk to me?"

"Don't you think I want to, Mimi?!" he snapped. "God, all I ever wanted to do was talk to you, tell you everything and how I feel but I can't! I can't, Mimi. I swear if I could turn back time I would—I would've been nicer and friendlier to you, I would've been more open to everyone, and I would've changed it all to know just how it means to love someone so I can answer you!"

Mimi was a bit taken back, so he still didn't know what love was? "Matt, you can't know love, you have to feel it…and you're already surrounded by it too, your friends and family, everyone one of your fans, the band, and me."

Matt sighed in aggravation, "I don't know, Mimi, don't you understand that? I just don't know what love is and will probably never know. But I'd do anything to find out so I can answer you, Mimi, so I can lift this heavy burden that I've given you and to see you happy again—like you've always been when I met you. When I met you it seemed as if my world was suddenly turned right-side up when you brought your light and love and happiness to me. I want to be at your side everyday, not every other day when we see each other for rehearsal. I wanna be able to tell you everything, know everything about you and to be with you, to have you in my arms all the time…to just hear your voice, feel your welcoming arms, and see your beautiful and loving face, just being with you makes me feel like everything's okay." Matt sighed, "And the things is—everything I said doesn't even come as close to how much I care about you." He ran his hand through his soaked blonde hair in aggravation.

Mimi's face lit up, she couldn't help but smile at him as she slowly walked over and picked up his face with her gentle hands. Matt blinked, "Sounds like you know exactly what love is," Matt's eyes widened. "Matt, how many times do I have to tell you…love can't be explained, only felt, and by hearing what you just said I'd say you already know what it is because—that's exactly how I feel about you," Matt was surprised when Mimi released his face and quickly wrapped them around his waist and buried her face in his chest.

A wide smile came upon Matt's face and he laid his left hand on her head and the other around her waist. They stood their for a while, each still absorbing everything that had just occurred and being in each other's arms like they had always longed for. Matt suddenly felt so proud of himself to know what love meant, what those three words were, and to tell Mimi that he cares about her without even knowing it for the longest time.

"So," he started, "that's what love is?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah."

"Oh," Matt slowly let go of her only enough to be able to look at her face. "Hey, Mimi."

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

Mimi's eyes widened with a gasp though her shocked face faded into a smile, she felt her sight getting a bit blurry as tears welled up in them, "Matt—"

Matt didn't waste any time, he seized this moment and claimed her rosy-lips his. Mimi's eyes shot wide open when she felt his lips cover hers, his arms pulling her closer to his body, and feeling the warmth of breathe, she finally closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment as they share their love that they both felt for each other.

As if it were only a split second, they had broken off and were staring deep beyond each other's eyes and to their hearts and souls. Neither wanted to pull away from each other's grasp. Mimi was about to plant another kiss when something shiny caught their eyes and caused them to turn their heads to the sky—the rain had finally stopped and the sun was out a shining ever so brightly. The small park critters began coming out from the dampened trees and scuffing about the muddy-green grass. And the sun wasn't too bright or hot being that pieces of white fluff upstaged it and scattered about the blue sky.

Matt smoothly turned Mimi around so both can face the 'picture perfect' sky together in each other's arms; he gently wrapped his arms from behind her shoulders as she held them tightly and he breathed softly on her neck. Together they were bathed under the warmth of the sun and shade of the clouds, happy to finally be where they want to be—with each other, knowing that they'll never have to face those rainy days ever again.

~The End~

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