You can be my It Girl, Seriously! Part 3

Introduction: Here is part 3. Also 'It Girl' is written by Jason Derulo, E. Kidd Bogart, Lindy Robbins and Emanuel Kiriakou and performed by Jason Derulo. All rights belong to Warner Bros. and the label Beluga Heights. No copyright infringement intended. Any lyrics used are for personal enjoyment.

Understand that this is the first time I've ever used song lyrics for any one of my stories. So, hopefully it won't feel to awkward.

Enjoy!

I've been looking under rocks and breaking locks

Just tryna find ya

I've been like a maniac insomniac,

Five steps behind ya

Tell them other girls, they can hit the exit

Cause I finally found the girl of my dreams

Much than a Grammy award,

That's how much you mean to me

Yamato sat in the middle of his room looking at the photo in his wallet. It had him and his friends all together before Chris and Mayucchi joined them. He stared at Momoyo resting her arm on his right shoulder. He sighed and closed his eyes and thought about how he needed Momoyo in his life.

Even through all the teasing, the awkward moments, the occasional beatings, different types of conversations, he always felt more at ease with her than with anyone else. He had come and defended Miyako when they were kids and looked out for those who needed it. It was who he was, a genuinely kind and caring person. Yes, he was a pervert, yes, he thought dirty things of what he'd do to girls, but he did have respect for them and cared about those closet.

But out of everyone he knew, Momoyo was that one person he cared the most. Out of all the dreams he had, he dreamt of them together and living a great and wonderful life. He even had them with a nice home and family, even after she had broken his heart not once, but twice. The first privately and then the second time in public.

Yamato felt his heart ache at the thought of losing her to someone else and the thought of her dying a few weeks ago devastated him. She didn't die and he knew right then and there while she was cradled in his arms, that he loved more than anything else, his hermit crabs - while important to him – were just simple animals that could be replaced over time.

The love of a person, especially one that you knew was the girl for you, could not be replaced and may never be duplicated by another. Especially when you knew that person loved you right back.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, Cookie." Yamato said without opening his eyes or even lifting his head. He felt Cookie's presence only a minute ago, but wasn't surprised when the robot kept quiet.

"I apologize." Cookie replied it's usual voice. "I did not mean to bother you Yamato."

He chuckled before opening his eyes and shutting his wallet. He stood up and placed it in his back pocket and turned to look at Cookie, who looked somewhat timid, or as timid as a robot could be.

"Don't be sorry." Yamato waved off the robot's sincere apology. "I know what you're hear for.

"That I'm here to help you in finally being with Momoyo."

"Yeah." Yamato replied rubbing the back of his head. "Things haven't been the same between us for awhile now."

He turned at looked outside for a moment watching the orange skies in the distance, the sun was setting slowly and the clouds and sky looked like something out of a water painting. Yamato let out a small sigh and placed his hands on the windowsill as he wondered why things had to be so complicated with Momoyo.

"First, she turns me down in front of all our friends. Then, all the craziness with Takae and Saki. She almost dies, then I'm backed into a corner have to protect the feelings of all of the girls by lying about how I love my hermit crabs more than them." Yamato looked the reflection of his eyes through the windows and noticed Cookie over his shoulder having moved a bit closer while he spoke.

"Do you love your hermit crabs more than Momoyo or the other girls?" Cookie asked.

Yamato laughed aloud and pulled back from the window, turning and resting on the windowsill, his back pressing against the cool glass. "Yeah, but not as much as I let on."

"What does that mean?" Cookie asked, the expression on the egg-shaped robot's face changing to one of curiosity.

"It means, that I love my hermit crabs like anyone would love a pet." Yamato began to explain. "Humans, when they own a pet of any sort, love them, because they develop a bond with them. If I had a cat or dog, I'd love them just like I do my hermit crabs."

Cookie stared at Yamato and began to process what was said and closed its eyes into small slits as it slowly began to compute what it had been told. After a moment, the robot opened its eyes.

"I see, so you love the girls more than your hermit crabs." Cookie rationalized.

Yamato laughed again. "I guess you could say that. Like I said, I love the girls equally, but…" He trailed off and looked down at the ground.

"But?"

"Nee-san and I…" Yamato began as he thought about all the good times they've had, even though most of them were when they were around others or people were with them. "We have something, a bond, something that goes beyond friendship… Something more."

"Love?" Cookie asked without provocation.

Yamato looked up at the robot in front of him, opening his mouth to respond, but he stopped himself and his eyes looked away for a second at nothing in particular. He often wondered what it really was that drove him to want to always be around Momoyo. And for the first time he started to realize what it was.

Love.

He truly loved her, but never quite knew how to get it out. Maybe that's why he never had a problem being her student, though it definitely had its perks. He learned more about how quick he was at dodging attacks and how to be stronger than anyone else. He knew he was more a tactician then fighter, but he still knew how to defend himself. Momoyo wanted a real man to match her, but he knew her better than anyone else. Yet, he knew he had become a real man overtime and after everything they had been through, she had fallen for him, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't about being a real man anymore.

"Yamato?" Cookie interrupted him from his thoughts. He looked up at the robot, still not offering any sort of response. "Do you? Do you? Love… Momoyo?"

Yamato smiled softly. "Yes. I do. I've loved her for a longtime. I've just been too stupid to figure it out."

Cookie lit up and lifted it's small stubby arms up in the air. "That's wonderful, Yamato!" Yamato laughed again at the exuberance of the robot. It could cheer people up when they needed some cheering up.

"Yeah, it is, Cookie." Yamato replied still laughing.

"What do you intend to do with this revelation?" Cookie asked.

Yamato rubbed his chin while looking up at patterns on his ceiling. He needed to find someway, anyway to be alone with her with no interruptions. Yamato's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.

"I've got an idea, but I need your help Cookie." Yamato pulled away from the window and walked towards his desk, pulling out a pen and paper, he scribbled a note. Cookie peered over curious as to what the young man was doing.

A few seconds later, Yamato turned and handed Cookie a note. Cookie took it and looked at the piece of paper, its eyes going wide at what was on it.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

Yamato turned around and pulled off his long sleeve silver pullover revealing a simple white t-shirt underneath, he tossed it onto a chair and opened up his closet. Rummaging threw, he made sure to give specific instructions.

"Can you send that message to Momoyo's cell?" Yamato explained as he looked through his nicest shirts, hoping to find a nice one. "Make sure it has all the address and time in it just as I wrote."

Cookie examined the note again and looked and saw Yamato pull out a dark blue shirt and started to slip it on, it was one of those men's shirts that had rolled up sleeves that you could button. As he buttoned it up he looked up at Cookie. "Yes, please make sure to send it right away."

Cookie watched as Yamato finished buttoning his shirt and adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, before picking up his wallet and his phone. He started to exit out, but peeked outside first to make sure Miyako wasn't outside stalking him.

"I'm counting on you, Cookie." He said as he smiled and walked out.

Cookie watched as the door slid shut and wondered how and why things could develop so quickly. But the egg-shaped robot had a mission to accomplish and it wasn't going to disappoint Yamato.

Or Momoyo.

You could be my it girl

Baby you're the shit girl

Lovin' you could be a crime

Crazy how we fit girl,

This is it girl,

Give me 25 to life

I just wanna rock all night long,

And put you in the middle of my spotlight

You could be my it girl

You're my biggest hit girl

Can't seem to stop you from running, running

Through my, through my mind, mind

Just keep it coming, coming

'Til I make you mine, mine

You've got that something, something

I wanna be with girl Iwanna ve with girl)

You're my greatest hit girl (greatest hit girl)

Just say this is it girl…

Hey baby…

Don't you know you're my it girl

An hour later…

Momoyo sat on a bench in one of the nicer parks in all of Kawakami City, while it wasn't as big a Tokyo or as fabulous, it was still a wonderful place to live. The park she sat in was one that overlooked the city itself. Momoyo moved a look of hair back as she stared out at the magnificence of her home. The bright lights were becoming more prominent and sparkly as the sun continued to set completely over the horizon and darkness was shone.

Momoyo sat, he hands resting on her sides, dressed in a nice pair of designer jeans, and a nice light blue collared shirt, the top buttons open revealing the top of her ample cleavage. She actually felt different for some reason maybe it was because she was dressed like she was out on a date, she actually had a handbag sitting to her left. Her phone was inside, her wallet, and some makeup, she just had no idea why, after receiving a message from Yamato that he wanted to speak with her someplace private. She deduced after arriving at the park that her womanly instincts kicked in and she just wanted to look good for Yamato.

Though she knew he could probably careless about how she looked. To him she was perfect. Momoyo chuckled at that thought, but it made her feel good all the same.

Lifting her left wrist, she turned it over to look at her watch. It was getting late, but not too late, and she knew that this park was the safest and nicest in the whole city. Plus, she noticed how pleasant the area looked, the bright lights and calm atmosphere was perfect for a private one-on-one conversation.

"Hey."

Momoyo turned her head and saw Yamato standing only a few feet behind. Her wore a nice dark blue shirt and his favorite pair of jeans and even his most expensive shoes. She blushed a bit and quickly looked at how she only wore simple pink and silver flip-flops. Looking back at Yamato, she smiled.

"Hey."

She realized that he was holding a carefully wrapped red rose. He smiled back and waited for her to offer a seat.

"Would you like to sit down?" Momoyo asked politely, sliding over to her right and picking up her bag and placing it on her lap.

"Yeah. Thanks." Yamato said as he approached and sat next to her. He turned is head and offered her the red rose.

"For you." He told her somewhat sheepishly. "It's not much, but I didn't have enough to buy a half dozen or more."

Momoyo smiled sweetly and took the rose from him and looked at it. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." They both turned their heads and watched the sky turn darker. The bright lights of Kawakami City became more vibrant. Only Tokyo at night dwarfed the neon look that Kawakami City had.

Several long minutes passed and the pair sat quietly, feeling a light breeze pass through them. Neither spoke, Momoyo held the red rose, feeling the stem through the white paper every so often lifting it up to her nose and smelling the pleasant scent. Yamato sat hunched over and his hands clasped in front of him. Both would make eye contact and smile at one another before looking out at the city.

After another few moments, Momoyo broke the silence. "Yamato?"

He turned his head and looked at her. "Yes?"

"What was it that made you want to see me this late?" Momoyo sounding nervous as she asked her question.

Yamato gulped before speaking. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"About?"

Yamato opened his mouth before closing it again and squared his jaw. He thought of how to address this matter of their relationship and how he finally wanted to be with her. On his way over, after purchasing the one rose, he knew that while he cared deeply for the other girls and loved them equally, he was head over heels in love with Momoyo. To hell with everything else that had happened in the past between them or all the recent events of the last few weeks. He realized it was time to look to the future, and the future he saw had her squarely in the middle. This time – the third time – would be the one where everything would finally fall into place. No more messing around.

"Yamato?" Momoyo said as she looked up and saw the look on her face, the expression showed that she was waiting for an answer.

"I wanted to talk about us." Yamato said.

"Us?" She replied as she brushed a few locks of her dark hair from her face, she knew right away what this was about as soon as she got his reply. But, she wanted to make sure, that this wasn't some game. "What about us?"

"How we really feel about each other." Yamato told her as he sat back and turned his body so that he was facing her directly. "I don't think I can keep playing around like this with you. And I know how you feel about me too."

Momoyo bit her lip at Yamato's assertiveness, they both knew how strong their feelings were for one another and there was no hiding them. Everyone knew how he had felt about her since they were kids. And the other girls knew about her feelings for him and how she'd fight to have him to herself. If this was how they were going to finally end this charade and silliness, this was the time to do it.

"I don't want to go through this anymore." Yamato continued as leaned forward a bit. "I know how you feel about me, you've known how I've felt about you for years."

Momoyo kept eye contact with him as he poured out his heart and soul.

"I love you, Momoyo." Yamato said as he said her name and didn't call her nee-san. "I. Love. You."

Momoyo's eyes widened, the look on his face and eyes told her that he was honesty, genuine and sincere. Momoyo stared deep into his eyes and saw pure unadulterated love for her in them.

"I can't tell you those three words enough." Yamato told her as slowly reached over and took her hand in his and held it gently. "I just want to know how you feel about me."

Momoyo looked down at his hand holding hers and tried not to well up at Yamato confessing to her. It felt like a dream and wondered if this was real or fake. Yet, the feeling of Yamato's warm hand wrapped around hers made it real. She looked at his face again and saw how gentle he now looked, it forced her to look away.

"Momoyo?" Yamato asked, he reached over to try turn her head so they could look at one another, but Momoyo leaned further away.

"Yamato…." Momoyo whispered under her breath, she felt a tear drop down her cheek. "Are… Do you…"

Yamato wanted to say something, but he stopped himself and let her speak at her own pace.

Momoyo placed the rose on her lap and wiped her eyes, sniffling for a second, before taking a deep breath and turning to face him, eyes still slightly watery.

"You love me?" Momoyo asked, wanting to make sure she heard him right.

"Yes." Yamato said gently, he never felt so sure about something he said in his life than right now. "I love you, Momoyo, I really mean it and I always will."

"Yamato." Momoyo reached over with her free hand and gently caressed his cheek, Yamato closed his eyes briefly, letting the feel of her soft skin comfort him.

"I…" Momoyo hesitated before stopping herself. Another tear dropped down her cheek. "Yamato… I…"

Yamato smiled and leaned closer to her, making sure he could hear the words he wanted to hear her say for a long time.

"Yamato…" Momoyo bit her lip, blushing slightly, attempting to calm herself. She looked into Yamato's face again and found strength from his thoughtful look.

"I love you." Momoyo said, without any conviction, just like before, but the difference was she knew this wasn't a dream. It was real and it was just the two of them.

"I love you so much." Momoyo told him again, tears now streaming down her face. "I love you so much that it hurts, but in a way that makes even more real."

Yamato felt his heart skip a beat. Without another word, the two of them leaned forward and kissed each other, it was almost passionately at first, but quickly became soft and filled with warmth.

The rose slipped off Momoyo's lap and rolled in between them. Momoyo moved her hand from Yamato's cheek and around his neck, feeling the smoothness of the hairs behind his head. Yamato wrapped an arm around the middle of her back and held her close.

The kissed lasted longer they either of them thought it would. They slowly pulled apart and opened their eyes at the same time, both sharing a laugh.

"We took long enough, right?" Yamato said. Momoyo giggled, it sounded so good to hear that.

"Yeah," Momoyo replied, as she looked out at the splendor of Kawakami City. "I think we'll have a lot to look forward to after this."

Yamato turned and looked at the city alongside her, he then looked at Momoyo again and saw the lights reflecting against her eyes, making them shine brighter. Yamato saw how gorgeous she looked in the night air. It was sight he would certainly get used to and never tire of.

"What?" Momoyo asked knowing she was being stared at.

"You're gorgeous." Yamato told her.

Momoyo blushed before dishing out a sweet smile, instead of speaking; she leaned in and kissed him again. They knew that words didn't need to be said. Maybe that's what being in love meant.

Pulling apart, and smiling at one another and they pressed each other's foreheads together and closed their eyes. Enjoying the company they shared.

Enjoying the love they finally had.

End Notes: This chapter may have turned out shorter than originally expected. Though I hope everyone enjoyed it. Next will be one shot, maybe two straight before a two-parter. Keep reading and following along.

Until next chapter!