Kitty: Awh man…30 Seconds to Mars and Greenday…*drools*

Ikuto: Your creepy :3

Kitty: Thank you! X

Just to let everyone know, I'm going to try my best to write as many chapters as possible in the next week (as many as I can, because I will be getting grinds in the mornings…ugh…) because for the last week of summer (24th to 31st or around that…) I'll be in my second house! Which I'm sure I've already mentioned…doesn't have internet! Gah!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter…hopefully it will get better in time ha-ha! All disclaimers apply and all lol!

Ikuto: Can I say something?

Kitty: Sure.

Ikuto: I LIKE FLUFFY PERSIAN KITTENS! THEY ARE SO SEXY! Damn…when I see one I just want to rape it!

Kitty: What the hell?!?! Keep that thought to yourself, pervert!

Ikuto: …I can't have fantasies?

Kitty: NO!

Ikuto ended up not entering my house that day. I have to admit; I was pretty angry with him, who wouldn't? It seemed the older we got, the more distant he became from me. I sat in my room, ignoring my homework, pondering the endless possibilities why he wouldn't like me. A lot of these were very harsh on myself, so I decided to go with; he just didn't like girls with pink hair. I told myself that he wanted a tall, curvy, intelligent brunette that wore sophisticated and classy clothes, rather then my childish, Lolita look.

"I'm telling you; that's what he said…" I whined down the phone, scooping green tea ice cream in my mouth.

"Have you consulted Utau yet?" the reply came, almost instantly. Yaya was still in elementary school, but she was still one of my best friends. She was playful, cute, a good laugh and above all; smart, when she wanted to be.

"I'm afraid to. I mean, she's still a good friend of mine, but she's his sister. How weird would it be to tell his sister something like that?" I sighed, falling back onto my bed.

"Why not give him some space? I bet he's caught up with…whatever older kids do. I bet he's going through a hard time, he's almost an adult and I heard him saying that he was thinking of moving out of his folk's home. It's a big decision…"

"I guess your right. Thanks for helping me realise that, Yaya. I can always count on you to say something right or meaningful."

"No problem. But, in return, will you tell me a bit about fractions for my homework?"

I laughed. An hour on the phone and Yaya was finished her maths homework. I hung up and sat down to find out that my ice cream had ran out. I just washed my bowl in the sink and my mother came in the front door with Ami.

"Onee-tan! Onee-tan!" Ami yelled, running through the door and flinging herself at me. I laughed nervously.

"How was your day, Amu-chan?" my mother asked in a sweet voice, kissing my forehead and dumping her coat on the sofa.

"Good, good," I replied, sighing now that my peace was disturbed.

"Just good? Did you not learn anything new at school?"

"Of course I did. I learnt that figuring out the dimensions of a cube is hard."

My mother giggled, "Okay, if you think that counts!"

The Japanese are ahead of our education…I'm pretty sure. I know that, here, we have really good education but I'd say it's much better in Japan! In my last year I studied the dimensions of cubes (well…that's what I remember doing, anyway) so I just put that down. I bet they study advance algebra in their first year in Japan! Ha-ha! (I shouldn't be laughing…I'll be doing worse then that in September…not to mention I have maths grinds tomorrow morning! Oh gosh!!!!)

There was such little things to do, so I started my homework. I missed the days when Ikuto was staying in my house and was able to help me. Or, the days when he actually used to come into my house and help me. I was starting to doubt our relationship. I began to type up a long and detailed review on a book I've read (I thank Ikuto for trying to teach me how to write reviews, but he's not very good). Then I began to tap ferociously on a calculator, and finally spending three hours on a stupid painting for art. In the end, I had to skip dinner and fell straight asleep. Middle school was different from what I had expected it to be; it was a lot more stressful.

In the morning, I dragged myself out of bed and stood in front of my body-length mirror. My now waist-length hair was in a complete mess, sticking up at the top of my head and in a bunch of knots. I combed it carefully, washed my face and grunted at the sight of my new uniform. A navy sailor uniform with a wine-coloured necktie. It was cute, but it was a symbol of school-life, which I now despised. I shrugged and slipped into it. At least the skirt was short enough for my liking.

"Amu! You'll be late! Your old enough to make it to school on time, at least!" my mother called, slightly frustrated.

"Coming!" I said, running down the stairs and flying out the door, "I'll be late today!"

I sprinted down the street; past the houses, past the corner shop and past the town until I finally reached my school, and practically collapsed.

"Amu-chan, don't tell me you rushed to school again…" Tadase commented on my tardiness, laughing at me. He still had a slight crush on me, but who could blame him for still liking his first crush?

"Yeah. I'm wrecked from running all that way…I wish there was a closer school," I replied, barely managing to say the words and gasping for breath.

"No, I bet you'd want one next to Ikuto's college!" Rima teased, as she walked up next to our desks.

"I-I would not!" I blurted out, blushing madly.

"Ahh…Amu-chan can date whoever she wants, don't tease her, Rima," Nagihiko mediated from the corner of the room, his favourite spot.

"Nobody asked you!" she snapped, coldly. She obviously had something for him.

Class started as soon as the teacher stormed in the room and the class fell quiet; the usual procedure. A shuffle of seats and desks, then the class was in order. I spent my classes daydreaming and staring out windows, but that was a normal day for me. Notes were passed throughout the duration of every class.

I heard about Ikuto from Yaya on the way to school. does he not like you? Or something? Ha-ha, Rima x

I wouldn't say that…it's more, I'm worried about him, Amu-chan xo

Nagihiko: Kukai's football match is this Friday, who's coming to cheer him and the school on?

It was all too typical and predictable, to me. Even lunch-time chatting was the same old banter, I guess because I was older now, I expected each day to have a new surprise or challenge…or adventure just waiting for me.

I walked home with Nagihiko, who was quiet the whole way. Somehow I wished him for to say something about gymnastics he seen on TV the night before, or something to that affect. He said goodbye, waving, as he walked away from the house. I shut the door and walked into the living room. I got the biggest shock when I found someone sitting across from me on my sofa.

"I-Ikuto?"

"Oh, hey."

"How did you get in?" I asked, catching my breath and thumping my chest, as if to make my heart beat slower.

"You gave me a key about a year ago, remember? I thought you were going to ask me to move in, or something," he said, casually and shrugged.

"Well if you do this often, you might as well!"

"Sorry. I just came to apologise."

"Apologise?"

"Rima ate my head off when she seen me in the library a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Right. Well, your apology is accepted. Want to seal it with a kiss?"

"Amu…" he sighed, taking his arms (which were originally resting on the arms of the chair) and folded them.

I pouted and plonked down on the chair beside him. I batted my eyelashes repeatedly until he eventually exhaled and leaned in to me.

I expected a sort of short and sweet kiss. You know, like a goodbye kiss or a this-is-not-the-time-for-a-long-passionate-kiss-so-let's-just-make-do-with-a-short-one-until-later kiss. But, oh no; Ikuto was too much of a random person for that. He had to start of with a hard it's-like-I-haven't-seen-you-in-a-century-type kiss. And worse still, it had to be tongue. I told him countless times not to, but there was no stopping him.

I closed my eyes and felt his parted lips against mine. It was like routine. His warm breath seemed to caress my lips, almost making my giggle. And his hand made their way slowly around my waist and joined at my lower back, so I wrapped my arms around his sun kissed, caramel-coloured neck and left the hanging there. The tips of his silky, soft hair were tempting, I wanted to brush my fingers through them and his cool lips seemed to speak to me as we parted our lips more and more until my tongue involuntarily ran along his bottom lip once or twice.

A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through me and I got up onto my knees, still of the sofa. Ikuto tilted his head up as I did, ever so slowly, and moved his hands to my hips. My hands were out of control, stroking and petting his hair. His low, deep moans caused me to slightly tug on his hair, possibly a signal to stop. But it seemed we were only getting started at the tips of our tongues began to trace the shape of little crescent moons. I pulled away, but rested my forehead against Ikuto's. His was so warm, you'd think he had a fever.

I then tucked my head into his shoulder as he hugged me tightly. Was it possible to stay like this forever?

I know what your thinking..."What the hell? You suck! Write something better!" or "Man this is a slow-movie story" or even, "You don't deserve a place on ...your way to perverted".

Well, your totally right HAHA. I hope to please you later on...:(

If it all fails, you have permission to feed me to a magical Liopleuradon (I have just decided that that's my new nickname LOL!!!!).

I'm going to go watch the Dance Flick, read Dear Mine manga and talk to Matt all at the same time...geez.

Thanks to everyone for reading...YOU ROCK MY COTTON RAINBOW THIGH-HIGH SOCKS! xoxo