A/N: Greetings, everyone. I'm here with a new story. I'm planning to make this as a collection of one-shots which shows what sort of boyfriend Natsume is. I hope you could support me with this. :)

DISCLAIMER: If I say I own "Gakuen Alice", would you believe me? Obviously not.

[Not Like Any Other Boyfriend]

"Shopping with You"

~Good boyfriends would choose and buy you a really cute shirt...~

I was just probing through the clothe racks, thinking, "Oh! This spaghetti top is so flashy and revealing! Who would wear this thing?" when I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned with a light smile. "Hey!" Then, I frowned when I see a scowl on his marvelously sculpted face. "What's wrong?"

"I'm bored to death." Natsume Hyuuga muttered under his breath. His red, crimson eyes were glued in my amber orbs. I took all the air I need to make the perfect pout.

"It's just for a while!" I begged.

He didn't look please. Natsume never was a man with patience. He plowed his hand through his raven, black hair. Natsume was wearing an old t-shirt that was splattered with paint from last weekend's project. But he still looked dashing and anybody could outline his muscles. He doesn't look fifteen at all!

"Tch. Just grab any clothes!" Natsume hissed, irritated.

"Any clothes?" I looked at him incredulously.

"You'd look beautiful in anything." Natsume said nonchalantly with a shrug. My cheeks stained into pink. Hm. He rarely says anything sweet and cheesy like that. I figured that it's because we were alone in one corner. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was just pulling his moves for us to head back to the academy.

"Hey, if you're really that bored, can you choose a shirt for me?" With that said, he gazed at the rack I was looking and pulled out the spaghetti top I was checking a while ago.

"Here."

"T-That's too revealing!"

"Why else did I get it for you?"

"Ugh! You pervert!"

"God. You're so picky."

I stuck my tongue out while Natsume disregarded my—what he usually calls—"childish" behavior. He hooked the top and gazed idly at the other clothing. He reached out for a particular shirt but another tiny hand went for it.

"Whoops, sorry!" The girl apologized. She was from the Alice Academy too with her uniform standing out. Her face was reddening. I may be dense. But I know that my boyfriend is still a must-have and he gets every girl insane. I pretended not to notice and simply greeted her with a beam.

"Hello."

"H-Hi!" She squeaked and scurried off like a little mouse. Aw, how cute! Natsume looked at me with his forehead creased.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. You're weird." He said it as if he's been saying it since he was born. I groaned, "That's not a nice thing to say!"

"A normal weirdo would have taken it as a compliment. So, you're even weirder than a weirdo is."

"Meanie!"

His vacant expression now held boredom again. I thought for a moment.

"Oh! I got an idea! Why don't you go and find us both matching shirts! You know, for couples!"

I grinned from ear to ear. He narrowed his eyes at me and crinkled his nose. "Hn. That's so sappy for my taste."

"What?!" I gawked at him. Oh! And he's telling me that I'm so picky! "Fine."

I snapped and folded my arms. But I can't get mad at him for a long time. It was always so hard for me to. Natsume sauntered off from Lord knows where.

After scrutinizing at several more racks, I gave up. I chose enough clothes anyway. I hobbled towards the counter with only a pair of jeans and two different simple casual shirts. Oh, well. They were on sale. As I waited for my turn, I peered over my shoulder.

Natsume must be loitering about. I wondered what he was doing. He might be buying something to drink or maybe to eat. Or maybe he was going through a comic store. I was bothered by his absence as I passed my shirts and jeans to the cashier.

"Eight-hundred-fifty rabbits."

"That much?" I was staring at her in disbelief. The lady nodded while chewing on a bubblegum. She looked younger than thirty and her red lipstick was gathering all the attention. I sighed and fetched for my wallet.

For some reasons, the lady gasped—nearly choking her gum. I was going to ask if everything was alright when a grunt shot from behind. I gazed incredulously at the popular fire-caster. He was carrying two shopping bags that came from another clothing store.

"Where have you been?" I fired the question.

Natsume made a face. "You told me to choose a shirt for you, stupid."

"Huh?"

"I didn't like the clothes here. So, I went to another store."

"Oh. Can I see?" Knowing he can't resist my puppy dog eyes, I was so sure I could squeeze the answer out of him. But Natsume waved it off with no hesitation.

"Later." He glanced at the cash register and he hauled his wallet out.

"Wait! I'm going to pay for all this!" I said, tugging his sleeve. Natsume clicked his tongue annoyingly. "Good boyfriends would pay."

"You're not a good boyfriend. You're the best!"

"Flattery will only spark my determination."

"Don't pay! I want to pay!"

"How did a no-star like you get some money?"

"Hey! I'm a double-star now!"

"Hn. Let me pay. Can't you see there are people lining?"

Sure enough, there were. They were watching us half-amused and half-frustrated. But mostly amuse. I puffed my cheeks like I always do in protest. Natsume returned a conceited smirk. Ugh! Natsume Hyuuga always gets his way!

He pulled out the rabbits needed and held it out for the cashier. Natsume stared icily at the lady who has gawked at him for this whole time. "Well? Aren't you going to take it?"

She nodded, chewing her gum faster and taking the money—not after giving Natsume one flirty wink. I grumbled at the sight of it. I know he isn't affected by any other girl but the least he could do is show everyone that I'm his and he's mine…

Then it dawned to me. While we were strolling around Central Park, looking for a Howalon store, I was clouded with gray thoughts. Hmm… Maybe it's because a pathetic crybaby like me doesn't deserve him… Oh! Does that mean Natsume might break up with me? I don't want him to! He wouldn't!

…Would he? I accidentally squeezed his hand hard.

The fire-caster glanced at me. "Why do you look so sad?" He finally asked, clutching my hand tightly as well.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Don't mind me." I assured him but Natsume wasn't going to let it go so easily. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I told you it's nothing."

"When you say nothing it always means something." Natsume said crossly, stopping and scrutinizing me charily. I tried to tear my eyes away from his but he grabbed my chin. "What is it?" He pressed his forehead on mine.

I hesitated. He's going to fry me until I respond. But it's such a bothersome topic. I don't want to ruin our date. I sighed. "Every girl thinks you're single and they don't see me as someone for you." I mumbled under my shaky breath.

Natsume merely blinked and the next few words were infuriating, "You don't have to be jealous."

"I-I am not jealous!" I said, utterly flustered which just makes his smirk wicked. "Polka, I know you're jealous."

"Just a little!" I admitted, knowing I would lose eventually. "I'm just sad because they don't see me as your girl!" I was certain that I was going to cry. Natsume must have sensed it too because he lifted his hand to pat her cheeks, comfortingly.

"Hn. You have what they don't have, Mikan."

"… What is it?"

"Me. Duh."

"Unbelievable."

"And beauty. And stubbornness. And clumsiness. And idiocy." His fingertips traced my jaw line fondly.

"The first was nice until the last…" I said.

"But that's what I like about you." A blush bloomed before I could even process everything in my head. Natsume was blushing too. I can see it beneath all the afternoon rays.

How adorable! Though after all the pep-talk, I felt myself frown. "But they still think I'm not—!"

"Hey, weirdo." He interrupted me and drifted his attention on the shopping bags, his other hand was holding. I followed his ruby-like eyes and I started wondering what kind of clothes he bought me in the other store. "Want to see what I bought for you?"

He dropped his hand to fetch my shirt. I was eagerly craning my neck to see what it was. Knowing Natsume it could be provocative! Ugh! The nerve. As I ranted in my head, he showed me a neatly folded shirt.

I looked at the gray fabric shirt with wide eyes. It's so casual which surprised me. "I want to see you wear the shirt I got you." Natsume said, after a while.

"Um… wear?" I glanced around us. There were fewer people on the sidewalk but seriously? He wants me to strip?

"Overlapped it with the shirt you're wearing." He said simply. "I just want to see you wear it."

I decided to give in to his request. I ripped the price tag before wriggling into the shirt. It was a little tight since I was wearing it over another blouse. I thought I couldn't get sillier than now until I saw the design imprinted on my new shirt. There were silver bedazzled letters. It all formed into this: I'm Stupid.

I gaped at it then at Natsume who was completely satisfied.

"Natsume…" I started steadily. My anger was rising and veins were popping. I clenched my hands into fists, watching him as he fished for something in the shopping bags. "NATSUME! HOW COULD YOU BUY ME SUCH A HORRIBLE, MEAN SHIRT?! YOU BIG JERK! MEANIE! MEANIE! PERVERT! BALDY! MEANIE!"

There was more than that but the words ran back into my mouth. Baffled, I watched Natsume worn a gray t-shirt like mine. After straightening it, he altered his awareness on me and was brandishing a melting smile.

"With what we're both wearing, every girl will know that I'm yours. Does that make you feel better, Polka?"

I nodded, speechless. It was mean. But I see it as a sweet thing. He reached out for my hand and I gladly took it. I disregarded the strange looks the passers were giving us.

It didn't matter as long as they see what's written on my shirt:

I'm Stupid.

And his:

I'm FOREVER with Stupid.

~... But a possessive boyfriend would choose and buy two shirts for you and him to match and to say:

"She's mine forever".~

A/N: Is that sweet enough or too sweet? Do leave a suggestion or a criticism or some violent reaction to the box below. I call the box, "Bob" in my other stories. So, I think I would call him, "George" in this story. George the Review Box. Heh. Either way, thank you for reading!

Next one-shot: "Making You Smile"