I do not own anything. Sorry, guys. I didn't upload any new chapters for a few months because I was trying to cherish my summer, but I did upload my other stories. Those of you guys who read "Double", I'd like to make a selfish request to wait a bit longer. Anyway, like I may have not said before, this story is coming to an end.
"What did you want to talk about, Amu?" The blonde inquired, looking up to her friend. Her pink haired friend had brought her to the roof for lunch.
"Rima, did you have anything to do with my injury?" Amu asked, getting straight to the point and not minding any courtesies. Rima looked astonished but quickly recovered.
"… Yes, I did. A girl told me that as long as I called your name at the bottom of the stairs, she wouldn't tell Nagi that I had manipulated boys in my grade school years. Please forgive me." Rima surrendered obediently, bowing her head in submission.
"It is okay, Rima. As long as you had been honest with me, I would have forgiven you. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't." Out of relief, she let out a soft sigh.
"If you know what I did, you had probably eavesdropped on me, which I was hoping for. You probably heard Ikuto's feelings about you. What is your answer for him?" The blonde told her, pondering over Amu's reaction.
"What is there to it? Ikuto probably just looks at me as a fling. Even if I had gone out with him, I'd probably be thrown aside within the month. No matter how much I want him to turn my way completely, he'll leave me. Besides, my feelings… might just be a fling as well." Amu gritted her teeth and forced a smile.
"Amu…" Rima gave her a pitying look.
"Let's just start eating. I had to skip breakfast because I slept in too late. Boy, am I starved!" Amu exclaimed, stuffing her face in her bento.
..:::Sit (Amu's POV):::..
I sat myself in the corner of the subway car. Putting on my headphones, I shut my eyes, trying to shun the world from my mind.
"You could have my seat." At the sound of that voice, my eyes bolted open and traveled to the other side of the car. Through my headphones, I could hear that husky, soothing voice. Ikuto had given away his seat to a pretty woman. Why does my heart aches and hurts? I guess it's just when I ran here from school. I saw Ikuto make his way to me.
"Amu, could I stand in front of you? That side of the car is pretty crowded." Ikuto asked politely. Unaccustomed to this side of him, I just nodded. I shut my eyes closed, trying to avert my attention elsewhere; but no matter where I went, I always thought of him. I could feel his gaze burning into my soul. The thought of those azure orbs set a fire throughout my entire being. I know it was selfish of me to be the only one feeling this great, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Amu, Amu, Amu… Sigh, can you hear me?" He called my name again and again. Call me a creep or whatever you like, but I loved how my name just rolled off from his lips. For whatever reason, I didn't respond. I just wanted to feel him at my side and hear him call for me. I really am a weird creep.
"Amu." Finally calling out for one last time, he grabbed my headphones from my ears, grazing his fingers across my ears. Like fires to a field, a blush spread quickly across my face to my ears. The place he touched seemed to burn. He looked at me strangely for a second then smirked.
"What are you smirking about?" Feeling annoyed by his overbearing attitude, I glowered at him.
"I'm just happy that you're jealous of me because I gave my seat to another woman." Ikuto chuckled at me.
"What are you talking about? I heard your conversation with Rima. That's why I'm just over conscious right now." I tried to excuse my weird behavior.
"I thought you might have. In spite of it all, I'm still happy." He used that smile of his to try to win me over, but I couldn't help that my heart skips a beat at his smile. We just sat/ stood there in silence for the next few moments.
"Hey, have you tried out that magazine's test yet?" One of the students from the group of high school girls squealed.
"No, what are the questions?" The other student asked excited.
"1. Does your chest hurt when you see that guy with another woman?" Yes, but that's probably because of some sort of disease.
"2. Can you distinguish his voice better than other people's?" Yes, but that's because his voice is so annoying.
"3. Do you always think of him?" Yes, but that's because he harasses me so much.
"4. Do you like how he says your name?" …Yes.
"5. Do you love his touch?" … Yes.
"Bonus: Do you delight in his smile?" Yes.
"Oh, I got two out of five and didn't get the bonus. What do I get?" The other girl sighed.
"A score from one to two means you just have a fling. A score from three to four means you just like the guy. A score of five means you love him. A score of six means you really love him and may not love any other guy in your future." The girl with the magazine read off the sheet.
"Does this mean I really love Ikuto?" I thought, staring up at Ikuto and meeting his eye contact.
Normal POV
"Ikuto, aren't you going to ask me for an answer to your confession?" Amu mused, catching Ikuto's attention.
"It'd be enough if you just allowed me to like you." He concluded the thought.
"…W-what if I liked you?" She muttered just barely loud enough.
"I'd be the happiest man on this world, but Amu, you don't like me. You said it yourself that you're just self-conscious because I confessed to you." Ikuto notified her.
"But I like you." Looking up into his eyes, she confessed her feelings.
"Amu, drop this subject. You already know why." Ikuto sighed, trying to get her to give up.
"How would you understand a girl's feelings? I'll show you how much I like you tomorrow. You just wait." Amu yelled at him, racing out the door.
"Why can't you just show me right now? What did I just do?" Ikuto grieved, regretting what he just did.
Next chapter will probably be the last. Thanks for waiting patiently and reading!