Mitsuki: School is finally over!

Ikuto: How happy are you on a scale from 1-10?

Mitsuki: 1248617563-984567165

Amu: That's not out of ten...

Mitsuki: Shut up. I'm just bursting with joy.

Ikuto: But then you have 9th grade after this...Loser

Mitsuki: ...Damn it.

Amu: It's okay, just avoid perverts like Ikuto.

Ikuto: But I'm your pervert. Besides, Mitsuki can't get a pervert.

Mitsuki: I don't even want one. Stupid.

Amu: Mitsuki doesn't own Shugo Chara!

Ikuto: Don't just stick that into our conversation Amu! Mitsuki get back here!

"Where are you taking me Amu?" Ikuto asked, letting himself be dragged through the streets.

"Movies."

"Movies?" Ikuto repeated, confused.

"Yes," Amu halted to a stop in front of a theater, "Is there a problem with that?"

Ikuto smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist, "There's never a problem as long as I'm with you."

Amu turned around and gave him a warning glare, "Just because we're going on a date doesn't give you an excuse to hug me."

"Why not?" Ikuto asked, burying his face in her strawberry-scented hair.

Amu sighed and let Ikuto continue to smell her, "Five...four...three...two..."

"I'm done," Ikuto let her go at once, "I'm done."

Amu giggled and grabbed his hand, "Let's go."

The sapphire-eyed boy silently followed, a warm feeling inside his chest. God, how he loved this girl. He loved that she could act normal around him, how she wasn't constantly gawking at him, and definitely how she understood a break-up when she saw one.

"So why the movies?" Ikuto inquired as Amu walked over to the ticket booth.

"I read it in a manga."

Ikuto chuckled and shook his hand away from hers, "I'm going to go buy some popcorn."

"Sure," Amu shooed him away, looking at the many choices in movies.

Ikuto took a step back and continued to walk towards the refreshments. However, as soon as he turned back, he spotted the ticket seller eyeing Amu. His Amu.

Damn it, can't I ever get a break around here? Ikuto gritted his teeth, walking back towards Amu.

"So Amu," he snaked his arm around her waist, "Which movie?"

"I don't know, maybe that one?" Amu pointed towards Love Beyond the Soul.

"Why that one?" Ikuto raised an eyebrow, almost shuddering at the mental image of this chick flick.

"What's with you and questions today?" the pinkette rolled her eyes.

"I do it out of love Amu," Ikuto smirked, forming a heart with his fingers and mouthing the words 'I love you.'

"Don't be an ass," Amu smacked him gently.

"I'm your ass," Ikuto said smugly.

"Two tickets to 'Love Beyond Our Soul' ," Amu slid a couple bills through the window.

She grabbed the two tickets and ignored the disappointed look on the ticket boy's face, "Popcorn?" she asked Ikuto.

"Small or medium?"

Amu gave Ikuto a hard stare, "What do you think? Bozo."

"Small?" the blue-haired man questioned.

Amu gave Ikuto a soft kick at the back of the knees, "Large."

He lifted his arms up in defense and chuckled, "You'll grow fat."

"I'll burn it off," Amu defended, "Now go."

~ In the Movies ~

"Can you finish this?" Ikuto pointed to the large plastic bag of popcorn.

"No duh," Amu answered, "I couldn't eat during lunch at all. I was too busy barfing."

Ikuto groaned, "Don't remind me of lunch, I'm going to hurl if you do."

"Which is exactly why we're going on this date."

"It's not enough though..." Ikuto trailed off, "You should kiss me to make up for it."

A handful of popcorn made its way into Ikuto's hair, "Don't even dream about that."

"You don't control my dreams," Ikuto said triumphantly.

"Shut up," Amu sighed, exasperated, "The movie's starting."

The room darkened and a gentle image appeared:

Two young lovers strolled by through a quiet park, hands and fingers entwined.

'Do you love me?' A red-haired girl whispered softly towards her lover with silky blue hair and clear sapphire eyes.

'Aya, of course I do."

'Don't lie to me Keisuke!'

Ikuto nudged Amu for the bucket of popcorn and he stared at the screen, entranced.

'I don't lie. I have never lied. Oh Aya, our families may argue and we may not be able to see each other again. But our love knows no bounds. No matter what obstacle we face, we are able to overcome it. You are my sun, my breath of fresh air.'

Ikuto stuffed another handful of popcorn in his mouth, he had heard these words somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

'Oh Keisuke, your sun will come back to you. Your breath of fresh air will return. You must miss me as much as possible, call me once and I shall be by your side.'

Ikuto stared at the screen, wide-eyed and Amu slapped her forehead. Holy crap,

'Keisuke!'

'Aya!'

The two shared a deep embrace and slowly looked at each other's eyes. They neared inch by inch and slowly closed the small gap between their lips.

Ikuto jumped and the bucket of popcorn in his hands flew. It flew and flew until he could no longer see it. Where was it? What had just happened?

"Hey! Whose popcorn is this?" somebody shouted from the lower seats.

"Shit," Ikuto whispered.

"It's not mine!"

"Somebody threw a candy bar at me!"

Amu and Ikuto sank into their seats as they watched buckets of popcorn, cups of soda, and candy bars fly though the dark room. Before any food could pelt the guilty couple, the two slowly crawled out of their seats and ran straight to the door.

"I'm so sorry Ikuto." Amu apologized once they were out.

"What the hell was that?" Ikuto shouted, "Please tell me that wasn't me and Saaya."

"It wasn't, it definitely wasn't," Amu coaxed.

"And a food fight? A movie about Saaya and I and a food fight?"

"So the movie didn't turn out so well," Amu shrugged, "Let's go to a café?"

"Sure why not?"

~ At One Little Café ~

"Could this day turn out any worse?" Ikuto grumbled.

"Okay, so the waitress was crazy and a few kids spilled soda on your shoe," Amu rubbed his shoulders, "At least nobody peed on you."

"Amu," he glared, "Don't jinx it."

Amu giggled, "Sorry."

"Maybe I should just go home," Ikuto sighed, standing up.

"No," Amu grabbed his arm, "Absolutely not."

"Where are you taking me now?" Ikuto complained as Amu dragged him out the café in back into the streets.

"Arcade," Amu said, "That cannot go wrong."

"I wouldn't be so sure..."

~ At the Arcade ~

"Go Ikuto!" Amu cheered, "Win!"

Ikuto obliged and hurriedly pressed the many buttons with his right hand.

"Good luck loser," the opponent snorted.

Amu glanced at the other side and found nothing more but an otaku. A fat, greasy, hairy otaku.

"Don't talk smack about my boyfriend," she glared.

The otaku looked up and was mesmerized by Amu, "What beauty! You look exactly like Hinamori Amu from Shugo! Chara!"

Amu felt a vein pop from the mention of the stupid manga, "What the hell is Shugo Chara?" she screeched.

Both opponents jumped and looked at Amu, who sheepishly grinned and waved.

~ 15 Minutes Later ~

"You lose dirtba-I mean Ikuto~sama," the otaku grinned and jumped up.

It was silent for a short while.

"...I lost to an otaku..." Ikuto whispered, his voice hollow.

"Hey, I am a healthy 15 year-old girl!" the opponent defended.

Ikuto paled, "Girl?"

"Yes, I am a gi-"

"Well okay! Ikuto let's go," Amu grabbed Ikuto's hand and dragged him out of the arcade.

"This is not my day," Ikuto sighed, "A girl beat me at "Street Fighter," a movie reminded me of Saaya and I, and the café was a bomb."

"It's okay Ikuto, there's only one place left," Amu encouraged.

"More?"

"Yeah," Amu smiled, "Purikura."

"You have got to be joking me," Ikuto shook his head, "That's girlish."

"Girlish or not, we're going to do it," Amu clenched her hand tighter around Ikuto's.

"...Damn."

They continued to walk until they reached the purikura booth.

"Smile," Amu threw Ikuto inside the booth as she inserted the money into the coin slot.

Ikuto sat there and tried his best to smile, but it wouldn't come out.

"If you don't smile, I'm calling Saaya right now," Amu threatened.

Almost immediately, a smile was plastered onto Ikuto's face and he grinned cheekily into the camera. Amu slid inside the booth and quickly picked out the many choices before grinning as well.

"Three...two...one!"

A shutter noise echoed and the couple got into the picture session. They posed and smiled, posed and smiled. The cycle continued until they were at their very last picture.

"Ikuto," Amu breathed in.

The sapphire-boy turned around and was instantly met by Amu's lips. He slowly closed his eyes and grabbed Amu's waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Three...two...one!"
Ikuto was ready to deepen the kiss further but instead of Amu's warm cheeks, he was greeted by a gush of air.

"Let's go decorate them Ikuto!"

Ikuto was rigid, unable to make sense of what just happened. Did Amu just pull away? Who pulled away from Ikuto Tsukiyomi? The answer? Nobody!

"Amu?" he called out.

"In here!" the pinkette replied.

He followed the voice and found his girlfriend busily decorating the photos one by one. Sparkles, neon stamps, and corny messages were stamped onto each picture.

"I'm done," Amu wiped her forehead, "So, the date turn out bad after all?"

He watched her as she set the pen onto the Velcro of the machine.

"What do you mean?"

"Was it really as horrible as you said it was?" Amu crossed her arms and bent down, waiting for the pictures to come out.

"Yes."

"Seriously?

"But I loved the kiss. I mean it."

"Aha, yeah. That's not happening again though." Amu shook her head.

"But our love," Ikuto formed another heart with his fingers.

"Is not going to be shown through lip-locking." Amu disapproved, "Their done!"

Amu admired the roll of pictures in her hand, "These turned out pretty good right Iku-mmph!"

A warm pair of lips met hers and Ikuto placed both hands on her cheeks as he kissed her as gently as he could.

As soon as they parted, Ikuto ran away, laughing manically, "Our love was shown!"

Amu's face heated up and she processed what happened through her brain, "Ikuto! Get your stupid butt back here!"

"I'm not going to give you another one!" Ikuto shouted from a distance.

"You need you to! I'm going to shove your face down a toilet!"

From the short distance they shared, Amu could see Ikuto forming another heart with his fingers, "Bye-bye my love!"

Mitsuki: Okay, so I rushed through the whole chapter really. I'm a lazy butt author who didn't want to focus too much on this chapter. Hehe.

Ikuto: What happens to me in the end?

Amu: I throw something with my wonderful athletic skill and you fall down. Then I shove your face down a toilet.

Ikuto: Is it your toilet?

Amu: Gross! No!

Ikuto: Shove my face down your toilet Amu!

Mitsuki: Is this 911? I have a pervert here with us at 'Hiding Behind Glasses' chapter 25. Yes? I'll hold.

Utau: Run away Ikuto, run away!

Ikuto: When did Utau get here? *runs*

Amu: Please review.

Mitsuki: God, that last bit was lame -.- Forgive me.