Suzuka: Welcome back to another chapter of 'Fashion Incident or Love?' Yes, I'm back to this story now. You see, I'll update when I feel like it. You're just lucky because there isn't any interesting fanfics now. Thanks to the people who reviewed. I think some did. I don't remember. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Remember when they talk telepathically it's like this:

Amu/ Hikaru's- Italics

Yano's/Kaoru's- Bold and Italic

Tsubasa: Bold, italic, and underlined

(Amu's POV)

Thanks God, I thought I was going to die of boredom listening to Yano's speeches.

Dude, I heard that

Well, Dude, I'm SORRY

Dudes, stop fighting, Nikaidou looking at us suspiciously

I checked if Tsubasa was right. Bingo! Nikaidou gave us this look that said what-are-you-guys-doing-staring-at-each-other-for?

Did I mention? When we talk telepathically, we have to stare at each other.

"Takahashi-sans and Kuroda-san, stop staring at each other please." he demanded.

I blushed. Now he thinks we like each other. If only he knew. The class snickered silently.

"Nikaidou wet his pants yesterday!" is shouted randomly.

The class laughed.

Nikaidou looked at me with disbelief and asked," How'd you know?"

My eyes widened. Seriously?!

The class started laughing even louder. Tears were on the verge of coming out.

(A/N Sorry for the random lines here, I'm too hyper.)

The bell rang and class was over. I ran over to Tsubasa and asked if he could come over.

"Sure, is Beethoven still there?" he asked recalling our fun memories.

Beethoven is our butler. We call him Beethoven because if he had some gray hair and was a lot older, he would look exactly like Beethoven. He could also write some piano pieces. We just love him because he makes us laugh all the time. He's not one of those butlers that bosses you around. He's a kind of a pushover, but still follows the rules now and then. Did I mention his real name is Mozart? Yano and I grabbed his arms and dragged him out of school.

"Dash time?" I asked Yano while smirking.

"Dash time!" (Insert Evil Face here)

We let go of Tsubasa's arms and pulled his ears. Then we dashed about 10 miles an hour. Along the way we heard shrieks and cries of pain.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" shrieked out Tsubasa.

We snickered and smiled," Nothing."

We entered my house and I plopped down on the couch.

"Now let's get down to business. Why are you here?" I asked Tsubasa with a serious face.

"You see after you moved to Tokyo, Dad had gotten a new job in Tokyo for a pharmacist. Then we basically moved here and here I am!" he replied.

Tsubasa looked around our living room. It wasn't exactly the family's living room. It was more of Yano and I's room. Basically it was filled with manga and animes on every side of a wall painted black and white and a chandelier that had a light that was grey colored. Although the light was grey, it was as bright as ever.

"Nice pad, Let me guess, Amu decided the styles and other stuffs."

"No Duh, she's obsessed with the colors grey, white, and black. She's also in love with Fruits Basket."

I looked at him.

"Yeah baby! Sohma Kyo all the way!" I yelled.

"Yano, who gave her caffeine?" asked Tsubasa.

"Ehh, Beethoven."

"Figures,"

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I looked back at the window behind me. Nothing.

Must be my imagination

(Suzuka's POV)

A/N When I mean my POV (Suzuka's) it means that I'm narrating, so basically from what I see.

What Amu didn't know that a pair of dark pink eyes followed her home. Stalker much dude?

(Mysterious Dude's POV)

So this is who Hikaru is. Hinamori Amu, daughter of Hinamori Ryuji. What a surprise. Now, I have something against her. Hehehe.

(Insert Maniac Laugh Here)

Suzuka: Sorry! I was too hyper so I wrote a short chapter. Just to make sure, the mysterious dude knows its Amu because of her giant house and the engraving on her house that says 'Hinamori Inc' I'm sooo sorry for the short chapter and if I wasn't being detailed enough. I was rushing on this!

HAPPY MARCH FRIDAY THE 13TH NEXT WEEK!