(This is a re-write of an older story of mine, Accidentally On Purpose, this version shall be better than the previous and will be finished, Hope you enjoy the massive amounts of changes I've included in this improved version :))

(Yes this will appear on every chapter)


Accidentally On Purpose

Chapter 1

By zombiepandachan


This was my life, pacing back and forth in front of my girlfriend's apartment door, if I could even call her my girlfriend.

Knock on the door. Don't knock on the door. Knock and run, Knock and pretend you have the wrong apartment. Way too many things to think about. What if she's forgotten me? What if she hates me? I did everything I could to push those thoughts out of my mind. I was still unsure of whether it worked or not.

'Here goes nothing' I thought, my hand rose to knock.

Nope.

I ran a hand through my cropped dark blue hair for the umpteenth time. Attempt 1, failed.

Then you know, the usual happened, my hand moved of its own accord and knocked on the dark, wooden door.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

A girl who looked to be in about her twenties opened the door; she was wearing a tight-fitting tank top, black skinny jeans, and darks socks. Her pink hair was what could be described as bubblegum pink, which was straight and went down a little past her shoulders. Her bright, bright, topaz eyes were the last thing I looked at, some would call me a pervert but I wasn't sure I had the strength to look into them.

"Yo."

One word and she slapped me across the face.

"What was that for?" I asked raising my voice. Not sure if Amu or person who looks a lot like her. Her face showed a large mixture of many different emotions. Pain, fear and loneliness seemed to radiate from her body, suddenly contorting into pure hatred.

"You show up at my door," She answered. "After four years of no communication what so ever and you say 'Yo', what about 'I missed you' or 'I'm sorry' or something like that" Her words sounded well rehearsed, like she'd been planning her words ever since the day I'd left.

'You deserved that' my conscience said anyway.

I had no idea in the world what else there was to say. It was Amu. My Amu, my strawberry. Right here, right in front of me. Right now.

"A-Amu…"

She backed up a little, and just the thought of her being further away from me made me walk forward and capture her in my arms.

She seemed reluctant to hug me back at first, but soon was hugging me so tight I thought I'd loose my insides.

"I missed you," I said into her neck.

"I know," She murmured. "I…I missed you, too."

She pushed out of my arms walked further into the hall of her apartment, leaning seductively against the wall.

"Welcome home, Ikuto"

As the evening fell our conversations tumbled into a feeling of awkwardness.

"Ikuto, would you like to stay the night?" she finally built up the courage to say.

The words twenty-four hours pulsated in the back of my mind, repeating over and over again. Unsure of what to say, and tried to avoid giving an answer, I wondered aloud of we could watch a movie together.

"Sure!" She said, seeming to forget her previous question "As long as it's not a horror movie" Like me, trying to keep the awkwardness out of her voice.

"I think I have a movie that we can watch. I bought it for you earlier today"

"Can I see it?" I gave her the case from my backpack.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she laughed in delight, cradling the DVD case to her chest. "Are you alright with it though?"

Chick-flicks usually make me cringe at the best of times, but they provided the best of means for picking up women.

"Personally I don't mind, as long as I'm watching it with you" I said.

"You're so corny" she said, shaking her head "Go put it on" and she walked back to the sink.

From the kitchen to the lounge room I walked to find the two large couches and TV. I put the disc into the player. And sat or more accurately, sank into the couch.

"Come on Amu, its starting"

She yelled a response from the kitchen about not to wait for her, I paused the movie anyway and waited.

One minute.

Two.

It was now very quiet, too quiet in fact.

Three.

Four…or not.

Amu jumped over the back of the couch and tackled me, laughing. That's why she was being so quiet. One point to Amu for trying to remove the tension. The most awkward part was her breasts were lying right on top of my head like so close all I had to do was reach up and touch them. I couldn't put how much I wanted to feel them in a scale of one to ten. Hell, it was either a lot or not at all.

'Stop Ikuto' my conscience said 'if you do, she'll either except that you want that, or she'll kick you out, more likely reaction two' It's tone somewhere between worried and bored.

'Shut up' I thought back.

I finally decided to lift my hand and touch her. She flinched at my touch but then melted away and moaned. She scrambled into my lap and looked at me. Like in a movie, we lent in at the exact same moment and kissed. I think we both forgot about the movie that was playing. I had unintentionally played it when Amu had jumped on me, but we were too caught up in the moment to notice. She lifted her hands and placed them around my neck, occasionally tugging at my hair. I put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Then she broke away for a breath. I kissed down her neck, venturing lower, but she stopped me.

"I'm sorry Ikuto; I'm not ready for that! Yet…". I smiled, truly smiled not smirked, smiled at the beautiful 19 year old girl in front of me the and kissed her softly.

"It's okay, I can wait," I told her.

"But Ikuto! You're a 21-year-old guy who is probably dying to screw a beautiful 18-year-old such as myself, wanting to do it, but only holding back because… I don't know…" she was almost in tears.

'18? I swear she was 19.'

"Amu" I held her face in my hands and stroked her right cheek. "It's Ok, I mean it," I told her, hoping that she understood that I really, truly meant it.

"Come on, let watch the movie" I swung my legs up onto the couch so I was lying down and I pulled Amu to my chest from her sitting position so she was now lying down as well.

I reckon I dosed off around halfway through the movie. Amu fell asleep a while before that. My, she certainly has changed in four years, since when was she such a good cook? Why had she fallen asleep during the movie? Whenever we watched movies together she always made sure that she'd stay awake for all of it, and not miss a single second.

It was strange for her and all, but I really wasn't worried about that at that current moment before falling asleep.

As I knew that someone was in the apartment with us.


Morning.

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