FINALS ARE OVERRRR ! I know for sure I passed all of them , except for Spanish & maybe the essay portion of History :\ Ah well ; I'm getting an A in History & a B- in Spanish anyways . I already know my final grade , so I see no point in worrying over the finals , since they're not going to affect it too much .

This time's song is Set Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol . Requested by . I picked this one because she happened to mention that this is the song used in the DEARJOHN TRAILER ! :D I loved the book ; watching the movie first thing when it comes out . Ehehe …

Amuto20174 : Ah , if you love them then I should write them more often(:

HlorkexD : I passed … I think .__.

: That chick does . Still in a PMing war with her about how she needs to accept the fact that Ikuto might really end up single in the manga .

ArtGrrl-Sunna Bluecat : Thank you !

Nessz : D: *hugs*

XxDiamondForeverxX : NICHOLAS SPARKS IS AWESOMEEEEE ! I planned on doing When I Look At You for a songfic anyways , so I'll try that soon ^^

LittlePlagueSpirit : Of course it's okay to cry . I do it all the time .

Xhappily-randomx: thanks !

Hinamori Amu walked out of the store, map tucked under her arm as she headed back to her car. She couldn't take her life anymore; she knew that this was something she had to do.

She climbed into the vehicle, sitting in the seat without bothering to turn on the ignition. Instead, she opens up the recently bought map, spreading it in front of her.

I find the map, and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from "a" to where you'd be

She pointed at Tokyo, the city she knew she was currently residing in. Then Amu dragged her finger across the rest of Japan, across the Pacific Ocean, and through the United States of America until she reached New York.

New York. Where Ikuto was last time the two of them talked over the phone together.

It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

On the map, Amu was technically only a few inches, a few finger-lengths, away from him. But, sadly, the world wasn't that small. In reality the journey would be hundreds of thousands of miles long, and it would take days to reach him, even by plane.

She pressed her finger on New York, pushing as if just touching the place would magically take her there. She pushed on it until she heard a slight ripping sound. Amu looked and saw that she had ripped a hole right through New York on her map.

Amu sighed as she started up her car. She should get home; she had a lot to do before she could put her plan into action.

~ i s n o w x 3 ~

I hang my coat on the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in silence

Amu opened the door to her house, taking great care to keep the map out of sight in her coat pocket. Even before she went inside, she could hear the sounds of laughter coming from the house.

As she walked in, she spotted Tadase, laughing with a few of his friends. She pressed her lips into a firm line; her boyfriend was clearly drunk. He didn't even notice Amu as she slipped past him and ran upstairs to her room.

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices

Even in the shelter of her own bedroom in the house, she could still hear the noises from the men downstairs. It was like this almost every night; Amu would come home every night and find Tadase yet again either at some sort of party or hosting one at their house. A party every now and then was perfectly fine with Amu, but when it got to this level, she was starting to get sick of being kept awake each night by the sounds of drunk men.

Their words weren't even coherent words; they were just random noises they happened to make. Almost like ghosts, ghosts that could speak.

Amu felt her eyes close as she fell backwards onto her bed. She couldn't take living with this kind of life anymore.

Your words in my memory
Are like a music to me

"Relax," A soothing voice suddenly floated into her mind. Amu's eyes flew open, but she knew better than to be surprised. The voice always came when she was frustrated with Tadase's behavior.

It was Ikuto's voice.

"Amu," The voice continued, the words flowing like music. "I'll be back soon, just like I promised. Then we can have fun together again."

She smiled. Ikuto had said that during their last phone call with each other …

Amu suddenly jumped up, grabbing to closest bag to her and throwing it onto the bed. She proceeded to throw in random things; clothes, hair clips, shoes, anything she thought she would need. She hadn't planned on leaving so soon, but she decided that she wasn't going to stand for any of this any longer.

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

Once the bag was filled to the point where it wouldn't even close anymore, Amu settled back down onto the bed, curling up into a ball. Her bed sheets were cold, like a hard ground.

Her eyes drifted closed, and the back of her mind wished that she was already with Ikuto, in his warm arms …

~ i s n o w x 3 ~

Amu settled herself onto the leathery seat of the airplane to New York, feeling no regrets or bad feelings about leaving Tadase with only a single piece of paper on their dining table to explain what had happened and where she was going.

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted , closed our eyelids

Amu leaned her head back against the headrest of the seat, gazing out at the cloudy scenery outside her airplane window. She remembered the days when Ikuto would convince her to ditch school with him, and the two of them would just go lay on the grass in the park and stare at the clouds. Occasionally, one of them would point out a strange looking one, but they'd normally be content in each other's silence.

She smiled at the thought. Maybe, if she found him, and he wasn't too busy with his dad, they could go and try doing that again. Even though the parks in New York were probably way more crowded during the day than the ones in Tokyo.

And dreaming
Pick up from the place we left off
Your soft skin weeping
A joy you can't keep in

They would start up again, right where they left off at the airport. Ikuto was getting on his plane to go find is dad, who was heard to be staying in America for a while. Ikuto had given the pink haired girl a kiss, promising her that he'd be back soon, and that when he did, she'd be in love with him.

He was right about the last part. Incorrect about the first part, since Amu gave up waiting for him and decided to go for herself.

~ i s n o w x 3 ~

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I. I pray that somebody picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

Amu wandered around the busy streets of New York, confused as ever, until she finally made her way out of the city and into the quieter neighborhoods. Ikuto had given her an address, since she had told him that she needed to send him a birthday present.

Of course, that was never going to be the case. Amu had planned on sending herself there the whole time.

She finally found the house, beginning to feel the exhaustion of traveling across an ocean and a country in a matter of a few plane trips in a little over a day.

Amu climbed up the steps leading to the front door, and knocked. No response. She knocked again. Still no response. Amu thought for a moment. Maybe nobody was home at the moment.

Oh well … they'll be back soon.

Amu placed her stuff on the ground next to her, sitting down on the cold ground and leaning against the wall by the door and falling asleep. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of anything bad happening to her or any unwanted person finding her. Maybe it was because she was brave.

Or maybe it was because she trusted Ikuto.

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that somebody will pick me up
And sets me down in your arms

A car pulled to a stop in front of the house, and a young man with dark blue hair stepped out of one of the back seats. He glanced at the front door of the house, his eyes widening at what he saw. Without waiting for anyone else that was in the car, he bolted other to the car.

There, he saw Amu, the Amu he always wanted to be his, curled up asleep in front of the door. He fought back a small smile, she looked so adorable.

And he wasn't that surprised that she was here, either. Ever since he heard of Amu and Tadase getting together, he had a feeling in his gut that it wasn't going to work out well.

In one motion, he picked up Amu and her bags in his arms. Just as he was doing that, an older man walked up behind Ikuto.

"Ikuto-san," He asked. "Do you know her?"

Ikuto smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Dad," He answered. "I do. And if you don't mind, she's going to be staying with us for a little while."

Aldkfjsalkjflkd . I don't like this . I just finished my finals 12 hours ago , my head hurts , my right arm is throbbing , I have a stuffy / runny nose & can't stop sniffling , I'm tired …

Today's just one of those bad days for me :\ So since it's only 12 , I think I'm just going to go to sleep .

Goodnight ! Review ?

;; I'm sorry if this isn't as good as you would've expected :\ Despite how crappy I am today , I really wanted to write something , and picked yours . Sorry D: