(Ikuto's POV)
"Please stay."
How could I have said no to that face? How someone could look so alluring and innocent at the same time was beyond me.
"Okay," I sighed after a moment of hesitation. She smiled at me and I felt an instant reaction from my the center of my chest. How undignified is this? So much for the 'smooth-playboy' character.
"Are you still drunk?" I asked her.
"Yuuuuup..." she slurred. I sighed again. This was going to be a long night.
Amu removed the covers off of her bed and went under them. She lay down facing me.
"Won't you come here too?" she asked me. She lifted the cover a bit, indicating to the empty space next to her, which I presume she wanted me to fill in.
I looked at her startled. Then I laughed. "Whenever I do, don't I always end up on the floor in the morning?" Whenever I had gotten drunk, I always managed to wake up on the floor of her room, looking up to a very angry Amu.
"That's never stopped you." she retorted.
I laughed. "True."
I lifted the covers and joined Amu under them. I felt her snuggle up to me, making my heart hammer against my chest painfully.
"Ne, Ikuto?" she asked.
"Hmm?"
"I"ve always wondered about this..."
"What is it?"
"Why do you watch me at night?"
I felt panic perk up in the back of my mind. "Hmm? When?" I had to lie my way out of this.
"You knoooow... When I turn get up at night sometimes, I see you on the roof, asleep and I think you watch me," she drawled.
"Me? Watch you when you're asleep? Nah. You can see the stars best in this area. So sometimes I come and watch them."
"It's ok, Ikutooo. If you're watching me, I wouldn't mind. I don't find it creepy although I should," she muttered snuggling closer to him.
"That makes me feel even more like a stalker, you know?," I chuckled.
"So you do watch me, huh? It's ok. If it's Ikuto, then I don't mind you stalking me," she said.
"Idiot. You're supposed to say that. You're supposed to go red in the face and all, and then scream 'Gyaaaah! Idiot Ikuto! I hate you!', or something like that."
"Ahh, yeah. I would really do something like that," she drawled. She was still slurring her words, though. She looked up at me and then snuggled her face into my shirt.
"But you know, I don't really hate you. I don't think I could ever really hate you, Ikuto," she murmered.
"Oh, really?" I chuckled.
"Yeah. I reeeally like you, Ikuto. I love you, you know?" I could feel my face heat up.
Damn I wish I had a camera or a recorder or something. This could be used as incriminating evidence or something.
"Hahahaha. You're heart is going 'doki doki!' right now. I can hear it. It's beating really fast," she laughed.
"Oh, that's just great," I sighed. I hope she doesn't remember this in the morning.
"I like laying down like this. Your chest is really big and warm and it smells really nice. And I like feel of your heartbeat," she mumbled after a while.
I take it back. I REALLY hope she remembers this in the morning.
"Ah! Now, your hearts going even faster," she said. She took a moment to contemplate something and then sat up to look at me.
"Ne, Ikuto, do you like me?"
"Yeah, I like you," I replied trying to act apathetic even though I knew it was useless.
"No, I mean really like. Do you love me?"
I sighed. This girl really learned how to see through me over the years. A few years ago, she wouldn't even get it if I shouted it out to a million people in front of her.
In a way, though. I'm glad that she can see through me now.
I didn't say anything yet, though. After what seemed like forever, she sunk back into my chest, humming, still patiently waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, Amu. I love you."