AN: Thanks for the review fanficgirl85! I was really happy by the review, so I decided to update! Enjoy!
~Love~
Humpty, Dumpty sat on the wall,
and fell, fell, fell,
into the arms, of a blond
Recap:
"I was so worried today when that robber was running towards you." He said into my hair.
"You were?" I asked, surprised.
"...Yeah... I know we've known each other for a long time...but... I love you."
Ikuto POV
I kissed the girl of my dreams. And it's not one of those short, little kisses. It's one of those long, and passionate ones. I felt a weird feeling inside me as she began to kiss me back. That feeling just grew and grew, and it made me feel all warm and tingly inside. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, so I'm glad that she wasn't able to hear it.
We pulled back to catch our breaths, but seconds later, I recaptured her lips with mine. And not only did she smell like strawberries, she tasted like strawberries as well. I don't know what I would do without this girl.
"Mmm... Ikuto, I have to go home." She said, pulling away.
"Is that an excuse, Amu-koi?" I teased.
"N-n-n-no! I-i really n-need to g-get home!" She stammered, her face blushing like a strawberry.
"I got it, let's go." I held the hand that wasn't injured, and started to lead the way to her house. We didn't say anything on the walk home, all you could hear was the cars driving by, and our feet, every time they hit the pavement. We turned a corner, and Amu's house was in sight.
"Ja ne, Amu." I said, and let go of her hand. She went up the steps of her house, and went inside.
I turned around and began to walk back home.
"I-Ikuto! Wait!" I turned around to find Amu running up to me. She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"I love you too." She said with a blush. I smiled, not a smirk, but a real, genuine smile. I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on the top of her head. We just stood there, in each other's arms, for what seemed like eternity.
"Amu-chan! Are you going to come in yet?" We could hear footsteps coming towards the door, and I quickly let go of her. She smoothed out her clothes, getting out all the wrinkles from the hug out of them. Her mom appeared at the doorway and looked at us suspiciously. I was facing away from Amu pretending to be on my phone, while Amu faced away from me, picking at an imaginary stray piece of thread on her jacket.
"Oh, hello Ikuto-kun. Would you like to stay for dinner?" She asked me kindly.
"No thank you Ms. Hinamori, I need to be getting home now. Bye Amu."
"Bye Ikuto."
I gave her a look that said, "I'll text you." She nodded her understanding, and we both went our separate ways.
End Flashback~
Amu POV
"Amu? Hellloooo?! Anyone in there?" I blinked in surprise to see Ikuto waving his hand up and down in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.
"Trying to get you back on Earth." He said, smirking.
"Are you two ready to order, or do you need more time?" A lady, I assume a waitress, asked.
"Um, a little more time please." I asked. She nodded, and walked away.
"What were you spacing out for?"
"I was just thinking about how we first started dating." I said, sheepishly.
"Oh?" He scooted his chair a little closer, until we sat right next to each other. He put his hand on mine, and threw his arm around my shoulders, hugging me close.
"Mou, Ikuto! I'm trying to order something!" I pouted. It was kinda hard to look at a menu when you hot, sexy boyfriend was trying to cuddle with you. Cross that. It was VERY hard. But I didn't hate one bit of it.
"You said you were thinking about how we first started dating. But I want you think about what we should do now that we are dating." He whispered into my ear. I could feel his breath tickle my ear and I shivered.
"I-Ikuto..." I said, blushing.
"E-Everyone's watching." I said, trying to push him away. He only held me tighter.
"I don't care. I want to make it clear to everyone, that you're mine and mine only." He tilted up my chin so I had to look at him. I looked at his mesmerizing azure eyes, my heart pounding faster and faster by the second. He leaned in, and kissed me. It was a passionate, sweet kiss, but I didn't care; I kissed him back.
"Watch where you're going!"
"AHH! Look out!" Our kiss was broken unintentionally when a I felt something trickling down my face and hair. I pulled away, and found that my clothes and hair was soaked with water, and a blond-haired waiter was on the floor, picking up the broken glass. Ikuto looked at me, confused for a second, then noticed that I was soaking wet, and handed me some napkins.
"I'm so sorry, miss!" The blond said.
"What did you do that for?! You just dumped all that water onto my girlfriend!" Ikuto shouted, enraged.
Everyone around us started looking at us, then looking at the waiter still cleaning up on the floor. Another waiter came to help him, bringing over a mop. Everyone in the little cafe was whispering about how clumsy that waiter is, and about Ikuto and I.
"I-It's okay. I'm just a little soaked. I'm going to go dry off in the bathroom." I said, patting Ikuto's arm before I got up to go to the bathroom.
"Okay." He said, sweetly.
"I-I'm sorry sir. That was an accident. I'll-" Was all I heard before the bathroom door closed. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was soaking wet, as well as my outfit. This is not going to be fixable. I gathered up my shirt and wrung out all the water that was still in it. After I did the same with my jacket and skirt, I got some paper towels and wiped out as much water out of my hair as possible. I then used the hand dryer to dry my clothes and hair. I couldn't dry it all the way, but I did the best I could then left the bathroom.
I went back to our table, and saw Ikuto sitting in his chair, glaring at the blond waiter every time he was in his sight. I walked back over to him and sat down. Once I was seated, he turned to look at me, his eyes wide with concern.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, really wet and all, but I'm fine." I held my arms close to my body. It was really cold outside, but there's AC in here, and you know what happens when cold air is mixed with water that's on your skin.
"Are you cold?" He didn't even wait before he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to me.
"Thanks." I slipped it on, embracing the warmth, and the smell of his body that lingered on the jacket.
"A-Are you ready to order?" We looked up, and there was that blond waiter again. Ikuto scowled at him, and he pretended not to notice, which was impossible. Ikuto can be pretty intimidating at times.
"I-I'll take the Caesar salad, and Ikuto will have one has well."
"What? I'm not having salad." Ikuto looked at me, with a smirk.
"Oh yes you a-"
"Ikuto? You have a girlfriend?" the blond waiter interrupted.
"Do I know you?" Ikuto glared. He took of his hat and glasses, and rubbed his hair, making it look more normal since it was gelled back. I heard Ikuto gasp in surprise.
"Tadase? You work here?"
"Yeah, been working here for a couple of months. When did you get a girlfriend?"
"About a couple of years ago." He said, indifferently.
"You didn't tell me?!"
"I forgot."
"Umm... Ikuto, you know him?" I asked.
"He's Hotori Tadase: my high school friend."
"Pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand.
"Hinamori Amu. Pleasure to meet you as well." We shook hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that water incident. I'm such a klutz sometimes." He said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Oh, it's okay. It happens. And as we were saying, two Caesar salads, and two lemon iced teas. That'll be all." He began to leave until Ikuto called him back.
"Wait! One salad is enough."
"B-"
"Okay. Be right up!" He smiled and turned to leave to the kitchen to place our order.
"Why'd you change the order?"
"I wanted to share with you." He said, smirking. The salad and iced lemon teas came out and the waitress left.
"Heck no. You didn't order anything, you don't get anything." I said, as I began to dig in.
"Mou, Amu-koi, share with me~ Please?" He gave me those cute puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist.
I sighed," Fine~" I handed him a fork, and pushed the plate into the middle of us.
"No, feed me." He said, gesturing at the fork that I stabbed through my salad, that was in my hand.
"F-f-feed yourself!" I shouted, getting red again. And I thought that once we started dating I would stop blushing. But no, it only increased. However, I gave in eventually, and fed him the salad. He ate bite by bite, until all the salad was gone.
"That was delicious." He said, wiping his mouth on a napkin when he was finished. Although it sounded more like "That wash derishous."
"Thanks to feeding you, I was never able to eat much." I grumbled, rubbing my still growling stomach. Suddenly, a waitress appeared with an ice cream sundae. It was three scoops of ice cream (chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla) drizzled with hot fudge, sprinkles, whipped cream, topped off with two bananas on the side of the mouth-watering dish.
"Here's the desert you ordered, sir." She placed it in front of us, and Ikuto just smirked.
"I figured you might still be hungry."
"Arigato, Ikuto!" I began to dig in, but was stopped by Ikuto.
"Uh-uh, I'm feeding you this time. Ahh!" The ice cream was coming towards my mouth, as I opened my mouth to protest. I ate the ice cream and it was heavenly. All those flavors together tasted amazing and it was the perfect combination of delectable.
"It tastes amazing!"
And that's how our date ended: with me being fed ice cream by Ikuto. I would've freaked out about the idea of me being fed, but when it's your boyfriend, it's actually kind of sweet. And yes, shockingly, I loved every minute of it.
No One POV~ (honestly, I shouldn't need to say who, you should be able to figure it out ;))
All I could do was watch Ikuto, and his girlfriend, Hinamori Amu, eating happily. When did Ikuto get such a hot girlfriend? I scoffed, while mopping up the floors. She won't be his for long.
"Just watch, Ikuto. She'll be mine before you can blink." I said softly. I put the broom back into its original spot, and went to clean up some tables that my customers recently left.
It's a hoax, a hoax~
Don't fall for it!
Else, you'll end up~, in a choke...
AN: What did you think? R&R?