Whoa. Thank you so much for the reviews. I never really expected anyone to read this. Anyway, I do not own shugo chara, or any song I'm gonna mention.

I was nearly on the verge of backing out from this stupid 'going back to Japan' shindig. If it weren't for Shiro tagging along, I wouldn't be in this mess. Speaking of Shiro, how lucky am I to be sitting next to him on this crappy plane? Well, except for the fact that the service stinks, the food tastes awful, and beside me is a man who probably never heard of deodorant, I'm still lucky, somehow. I would gladly show or advertise him one of those Nivea deodorants but I guess it'll be a waste of time.

As the time passed by, I grew very bored. The movie we're watching was unbearable. I don't really know the title and I don't plan on knowing it. I grabbed my Ipod then switched to shuffle. The song was Come Around by Sing It Loud. I tried humming a few bars but something caught my attention. Oh, scratch that, someone caught my attention. Shiro was laughing.

"Can you not laugh right now please?"

"I can't promise you that."

"…"

"I was kidding. Can't a guy fool around?"

"…"

"Amu, I'm kidding."

"Whatever"

I really wanted to look away but I have nose issues. I can't really stand the stench of that guy. Eww. I now have no choice but to pout. Yes, I'm desperate.

Shiro noticed me pouting; he poked my nose then smiled sweetly. God, how am I supposed to not blush? My face grew warmer and the last thing I know I'm blushing 5 shades of pink.

*Time Skip – Japan Airlines*

"Thank God we're here." My butt was probably flat by the time we got down the plane. It was awkwardly painful.

"Then here I thought you never want to come with us."

"Is it the 'Annoy Amu Day' or do you just hate me so much?"

"None of the above"

"You're hilarious."

"Thank you. I'm glad you noticed."

My hands now transformed into fists and I just felt one of my nerves pop into oblivion. I feel like I wanna beat up a good-looking jerk that always pisses me off. One more punch line and he's going down, big time.

"Easy now tiger, we wouldn't want Shiro to get hurt now, do we?" Papa said. Was I that predictable? Suddenly, I can't mutter out words to say and all I can do was smile. Yes, smile. I eyed on Shiro, he was giggling. Then my eyebrow twitched. How predictable. And I hated myself for that.

When we were inside the car, everything wasn't right. It felt unusually painful. The car was moving rather fast for its speed limit and it's making me noxious. I can handle a little some of this, but I don't know if I can handle the fact that I'm here, once again. Damn, this sucks. Now I wanna hug someone. Without any notice, I was hugging my knees.

"What's wrong Amu?" Mama asked.

"This feels so wrong and I don't even know why." Mama looked at papa with depression written on her face. I bit my lip then looked at the window. The view was wonderful. The cherry blossoms were more beautiful than I expected. People were all Japanese. What the hell? It's Japan; of course there are Japanese people. Man, am I getting more stupid by the second? This is getting annoying, even for me. I have to talk.

"Hey asshole" did I just say asshole? I'm really losing my head.

"Are you, by any chance, talking to me?" Just what I expected, Shiro was the one to react.

"No, I was just, uhm, singing a song."

"Yeah, and I can lick my elbow."

"Hey, hey asshole, I can be your girlfriend." Great, now I'm making up my own song.

"Nice try."

I don't even know what else to say. I am defeated.

It was about time when the car stopped. Was this our house? It's smaller than what we have at London. But, small is nice. We now went inside the house. It was…clean? Shocking isn't it. I went upstairs to find the rooms. The first room looked like my room back at London. But in a way, it was somehow different. I felt comfortable. My folks and Shiro went inside my room to find myself lying on the bed.

"Where does Shiro Sleep?" I asked.

"Here, where else?"

"…"

HERE? Shiro's sleeping here? With me? Holly crap, I'm totally speechless. Maybe my folks understand my needs. They trust me. Wow. Well, I'm already 15 and he's 16. I just hope they don't regret it. I might end up pregnant though. Ha-ha, I'm kidding. Or am I?

The day flew by just like virginity. Eww, why am I even thinking of those things? I'm totally losing my mind! So as I said, it's night time. Oh, I like the sound of that, Night time. Goddamnit. I need to talk.

"Where are you gonna sleep?"

"Here, beside you, do you plan on making me sleep on the cold, harsh, marble floor?"

"That sounds fair. But I do have a heart, so I guess you can sleep…beside me." Pull yourself together Amu. Try not to faint or do anything stupid.

"That's, by far, one of the most flattering things you said. And I thank you."

"Okay?"

He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! He is sleeping with me! Boo-yah! Okay, I'm done.

The excitement had me tried. I slipped the comforter on then tucked myself. This is soft, so soft. His legs are cold. Wow. I wonder how mine is. With that, the lights went off and so was my brain.

*Time Skip – 2 Days Later*

"Good morning sunshine."

"…"

"Good morning Amu."

"…"

"AMU!"

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah, good morning to you too."

"Yeah, good morning."

"What's up with the attitude? Yesterday you were perky, now you looked like you killed someone and felt too guilty about it."

"We're going to school."

"So?"

"So, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think."

"You don't have to, you got me. I'll do the thinking for you."

"It's not that easy Shiro."

"Just trust me, okay?"

"Fine."

"There's a whole day ahead of us. Try to relax."

"…"

I ate breakfast. Yet still I don't know what I'm eating. But, it tastes great. I don't have the time to talk or think about meaningless things. I went upstairs to get ready. The uniform was…satisfying. I don't have a problem tuning it up. It was a black puffed-sleeve polo that has a red necktie with a tutu-like shirt. I wore my checkered black and white arm-warmers and my big-buckled belt. It kinda looks good on me. I decided to leave my hair as it was. I didn't brush it though, to make it look scene. I applied eyeliner to emphasize my eyes. Ta-da, I'm done.

I saw Shiro on the washroom. He looks hot. He always looks hot. (a/n: his uniform looked a lot like ikuto's)

"You look great." I muttered, emotionless.

"You look better."

Then I smiled. The car was waiting outside our house. I thought we have to walk to school though. Oh well. I was excited and anxious at the same time. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Okay. Better. There were a lot of students than I expected. They were quite shock to see our car in front of the school gates. I guess this is it. He opened the door and went out first. As expected, all eyes on him. Damn, girls are drooling. I have to do something. I went out next. It looked like they saw a ghost. God, this is freaking me out. All eyes were on us. I clung on Shiro's arm. I guess he knows what I'm feeling. But I try to make my face emotionless.

'Is that Hinamori-san?'

Wow. They know me? I don't even recognize one of them! Fuck, I'm losing my cool. I looked up at Shiro. I whispered "Shiro, I'm scared."

"Don't be. I'm here."

That sounded sweet but I'm not in the right mood to react about what he said. A lot of people were now there, staring at us. This is so disturbing. I hate this feeling. Now a blonde guy and a violet-haired guy went up to us. They were pretty cute. But no one can beat Shiro. They were…smiling? This is weird. I stopped, Shiro stopped, they went near then people stopped gossiping. Great, silence now ruled over.

"H-hinamori-san?"

What the fuck do I do now? I don't know that blonde dude! I clenched my fists and clung on to Shiro more. "What do I say?" I whispered. "Anything." Pathetic. Nice job Shiro, I'm panicking, hard.

"Do I know you?"

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