FakeMustache: Herro, everyone!

Amu: Herro!

FakeMustache: I'm starting my new chapter!!

Ikuto: We can see that. : )

FakeMustache: It's not in Ikuto-kun's POV this time.

Amu: Por Que?!

FakeMustache: Well, because it's in yours. I have to switch off every now and then. But to make up for it, there will be an advance in love stages!!!

Ikuto: Good to hear.

FakeMustache: Well…You're still a pervert, even if we can't read your thoughts.

Amu: Hardcore.

Ikuto: FMCTHIR does not own 'Shugo Chara' or any of its' characters. All rights go to…whatever.

FakeMustache: …Thank you?

Warning: This chapter contains a very detailed, perverted scene and some crude humor. I rate it PG13 just to be safe. Please, brace yourself. ^_^

.:Amu's POV:.

"Oh, thank God!" I yelled as the final bell rang, I didn't know who I was talking to, but I got a reply. "Friday is always the longest." said Ikuto, sneaking up behind me. I jumped as he whispered in my ear. I looked over to him. He was too close. I remembered what happened yesterday. My eyes shifted back to my locker as I blushed. I quickly thought of a subject.

"D-do you know where Utau-chan was today?" I asked, keeping my eyes in my locker.

"Yeah, she and my father left for the U.S. this morning." he said, his tone changing.

"So…it's just you and Tadase…then." I said, resisting the urge to look over at Ikuto.

"Well…no." he said, "Tadase will be going to his grandmother's home while they're gone." he didn't sound happy. This tone sounded out of place, coming from Ikuto. He sounded…lonely?

"Are you okay with that?" I asked, blushing.

"…Yeah." okay, I had to look now. My eyes floated over to Ikuto. He was looking down. I didn't want to see his expression.

"I'll come over, if you want. My parents are going to be going to be taking Ami-chan to a lot of shows over the next month. I really wish I knew what exotic tot class she took." I said, smiling at him. He looked up at me. He looked just as lonely as he sounded.

"You don't have to do that." he said, avoiding my eyes. Aww. He was being cute.

"Nonsense." I said, punching his shoulder, lightly, "Anything for my bud." He half smiled.

"Well…you can come over anytime you want." he said, he didn't sound happy or unhappy.

"Okay, then," I said, a bit irritated, "I'll come over right now." Ikuto looked surprised.

"You don't have to. It's alright, you can-"

"Ikuto." I said, firmly, "I said it's fine. You have to listen, silly." he smirked.

"Whatever makes you happy, then." he said, raising an eye brow. I just smiled.

We walked through the entrance of the school and turned in the direction of his home. Then it hit.

"Ikuto, how far is your house?" I asked.

"A couple miles from here." he said. I gasped. If he lived miles away from the school, then how far did he have to walk if he walked me home every day? I frowned.

"Ikuto…you…"

"It's alright, we'll take the bus." he said, his eyebrows raised.

"That's not…" I looked up at him, "Ikuto, why would you walk me home every day if you live so far away?" he rolled his eyes.

"Because you're worth it." he said simply. I blushed.

"Ikuto…"I said, looking at him, "You idiot." I hit him in the arm, again.

We walked to the bus stop and waited. I looked at Ikuto. His eyes were unfocused, looking out at the street. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe…about yesterday? I blushed and turned away. I didn't like thinking about it. Every time I did, I blushed and looked away. Still…Ikuto was very sweet yesterday. Coming over to comfort me…I should thank him.

"Hey, Ikuto?" I said, looking up at him, again.

"Yeah?" he said, staring down at me.

"Thanks." I said, blushing, "You know…for yesterday."

"Where did that come from?" he asked, looking back at the street.

"Well, I just thought I ought to thank you for…going out of you way to help me out." I said, looking over to the road, too.

"Well, then…no problem." he replied, awkwardly. I giggled.

"Ah." I said, "The bus is here." the bus pulled to a loud halt in front of us. We waited for the doors to push open and some of the previous passengers to come out. We walked through and flashed our bus passes in the drivers view. I was worried I'd get caught. I hadn't renewed my pass since I was nine. But he didn't notice. Or he was too busy to care. Ikuto and I walked to the two open seats in the back of the bus. I scooted in and watched him as he sat down. He wasn't displaying any emotion on his face. I knew what that meant.

"Ikuto, are you hiding something from me?" I asked, suspiciously. He looked alert all of a sudden.

"…No." he said, hesitantly. Annoying.

"Bullshit." I said. He looked at me, not approving. He was making me angry too quickly. "Don't lie to me." I said.

"I'm not." he said, simply.

"Dammit, Ikuto, I hate it when you hide things from me!" I said, glaring at him, "It's not like I wouldn't understand! What is so damn important that you can't even mention it to me?!"

"It's nothing." he said, looking away, slowly.

"Well, if it's nothing, then why not tell me?" I asked, lowering my tone.

"It has nothing to do with you, so there's no reason to tell you." he said, his eyes returning to their unfocused state.

"…Alright." I said, surprised, "I'm sorry. I guess I assumed we were closer than we are." he looked up, almost saying something, but was interrupted by the bus pulling over. We looked out the window, seeing the bus stop. "Is this the one?" I asked, looking at Ikuto. He just nodded. We walked to the front of the bus and stepped off. I followed Ikuto down the block. I started thinking a bit. What should I do when I get to his house. I really needed to think this through before I offered. We might as well end up doing homework. My stomach growled silently, interrupting my train of thought. Maybe I would cook for Ikuto. But…looking at his personality, he probably already cooked well.

"Ikuto, can you cook?" I asked. He looked back.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" he asked, looking at me lazily, "Of course I can't." I laughed.

"Well, I'll cook you dinner, then. Do you have groceries?" I said, with a smirk.

"I'm sure."

"You know I'm not very skilled in the kitchen. But I make up for with my extreme effort and charisma." I said, seriously.

"But…didn't you have Sue?" Ikuto asked, looking down at me, again.

"Well, yes, but I'm not at a very impressionable age, you see. I'd learned what I could from her when I was younger, but Sue didn't really teach me much as I grew. Instead, she simply would take requests." I sighed as I thought about Sue.

"So…you have no skills at all." this didn't sound like a question. I was a bit peeved.

"I didn't say that." I argued, "I said I can't cook a kings meal. I can still draw and fight and stuff, but…just not cook."

"Wait…since when do you fight?" Ikuto asked, his eyes widening a bit.

"Since sixth grade." I said simply. "I was in kendo and karate and kick boxing."

"All in how many years?"

"I quit right before high school."

"Hm." Ikuto didn't sound very happy. Weirdo.

"Hey, look!" I said, spotting a black cat, "It's you!" Ikuto scowled. I looked around and spotted a fat cat with a collar. A house cat out for a stroll? "I take that back." I said, "That's you." I saw Ikuto try to hide his smile as we approached his house. His house was as big and beautiful as always. It never really seemed homey, though. He twisted his key in the lock and walked through the door way. We walked straight to the living room and I plopped down on my favorite recliner. I had the sudden urge to listen to Panic at the Disco for some reason. I grabbed their remote and clicked the T.V. on.

"Weren't you going to cook me dinner?" Ikuto asked, laughing at the lack of hesitation to make myself at home.

"Not now. I'm watching this." I said, staring blankly at the screen.

"It's a commercial. In German." Ikuto said, irritation in his voice.

"I'm flipping." I said, almost smiling, "Besides, I'm a poor girl. We don't have HD. Leave me be." I heard him chuckle but didn't turn away from the screen, though I wanted to. I loved his laugh. Wait…I what his laugh? I stared at the television screen to make sure I didn't look at Ikuto. I tried to pay attention to the T.V. commercial as the man yelled at me to buy a used car.

"Hey, Ikuto, do you have your license?" I asked.

"Yeah." I sat up straight, turning to him.

"Since when?" I asked, in shock.

"A year ago." he said, his eyes flashing to me.

"Aww! No fair!" I slumped back in my chair. "Let me see it." He threw his wallet at me and I raised a hand to catch it. It clicked as I opened it. I pulled out all his cards.

"Hmm. You sure have a lot of credit cards, Ikuto-kun. Do you have a secret shopping addiction?"

"Yeah, I tend to max out my cards with my needs. But I can't help it. My number one weakness is a shoe sale." His answer flowed out so evenly. I was almost sure he had planned it.

"Ah, here it is." I pulled his license form the small pile. His picture looked uninterested and wasn't smiling. I blushed a bit. He still looked good. "Yeah, it's defiantly you." I said, shoving his cards back in his wallet. I peeked in at his cash. He had a lot. I went ahead and pulled it out.

"Don't rich people like to keep it in a bank?"(A/N: Like they keep it in their PANTS! …Lol?) I asked, counting his money.

"I'm diverse." he said, his soft voice like silk. I couldn't help but comment.

"You have a beautiful voice." I stated.

"Changing the topic that quickly?" he asked.

"No, no. Just sayin'."

"Don't try to steal my money." He said. I laughed.

"Dammit." I said, continuing my count. "Who even needs this much cash?" I asked, angrily, stuffing it back into his wallet. He simply shrugged. I threw the wallet back at him, with a bit more force than needed. His still caught it, though.

"You'll have to teach me to drive, Ikuto." I ordered.

"That's not a very polite way to ask." Ikuto teased.

"I'm sorry, Ikuto-kun, will you please teach me how to drive sometime? No rush, though. I can always wait for Ikuto-kun." I said, in a mockingly cute voice. Ikuto raised his eyebrows at me.

"That's more like it." he said, a small smirk on his face. Ahh. Ikuto's smirk is so sexy. Hmm…wait. I never thought it was sexy before…just annoying.

"I…I'm gonna raid your fridge…" I said, jumping up from my seat. I sprinted to the kitchen, avoiding the gaze of a confused Ikuto.

I pulled the fridge door open when I reached the kitchen. There sure was plenty of food. I could create something. I scanned through the food and reached in to grab some ground beef. As I did I felt something wrap around my waist…Ikuto. I dropped the beef as Ikuto pulled me from the fridge.

"You're wasting electricity, Amu-chan." whispered Ikuto, kicking the fridge door shut. I was blushing furiously and didn't want him to see. I could only imagine his teasing words.

"I-Ikuto, perverts shouldn't be in the kitchen when someone's cooking." I stuttered.

"Come on, Amu, I just want to watch~." he hissed into my ear. I shivered. He pulled me into his chest, tighter. He was way too warm. I was sweating. I turned around in his arms to face him. My face was pushed against his neck. I was still blushing, furiously.

"Ikuto, you're hot." I said.

"Excuse me?" he said, his grip softening.

"I'm like sweating, Ikuto, you're burning up. You have a fever?" I said, looking up at him. He looked angry, again. Weirdo.

"Hey, sorry, just sayin'." I said, shrugging.

"Unfeeling." Ikuto mumbled. I glared up at him.

"Don't get mad at me for being concerned about your health." I reached a hand up to feel Ikuto's forehead. It wasn't any hotter than normal. I felt his cheek then his neck. Still a normal temperature. "Hmph. Maybe I'm the one who's sick."

"Yeah, in more ways than one." Ikuto said. I laughed. He looked surprised. I even felt surprised. I wouldn't usually laugh at this insult, would I?

"Hey, Ikuto?" I said.

"Yeah?" he peered down at me, again.

"You're still hanging on to me."

"Yeah, I know."

"Will you let go now?" I was a bit irritated.

"Why? You don't seem too eager to cook, anyway."

"Well, then, will you cook?"

"We could work together."

"Are you willing to work hard?" I was playing along.

"Depends on how you mean."

"Well, I know I'm sexy and everything but I'll need to be separated from you."

"I don't know if I'm willing to work that hard." I giggled.

"Well, that's the only way I'm willing to negotiate." I said, turning my head to the side, stubbornly.

"Oh, I'm sure I can find another way." He slid his hands up my torso and held my face. He pulled my face closer to his and I placed my hands on the sides of his head, my fingers entwined in his silky hair. I stared into his eyes, waiting for the perfect moment. As we slowly pulled our faces together, I whispered to him.

"You shouldn't let you guard down, Ikuto." I slid from his hands and ran to the other side of the kitchen, giggling. Ikuto's eyes followed me as I ran. His cheeks were red, just like yesterday. Aw, geez. I felt my face warm up as I stared at Ikuto. UGH!

"Dammit, Ikuto! I'm sick of blushing! Will you just not be a pervert today?!" I yelled, stomping my foot.

"I…" Ikuto started, still looking at me, shocked.

"Ugh! And don't look all cute, either! It's really bothering me today, Ikuto! Don't ask me why!" I turned away from him, leaning over the sink. Why was I acting so weird today?

"Should I apologize?" I heard Ikuto ask, his voice closer now.

"No! It's not your fault, I'm just…just…I don't know." I ran back over to Ikuto and threw my arms around him.

"…Okay, I'm getting mixed signals here." said Ikuto. "You told me not to be a pervert, but you're making it pretty hard."

"I'm sorry for yelling. And for teasing you a minute ago. Here, come down, I'll kiss you now." I said, motioning for him to lean over.

"No, I don't want to now." he said, stubbornly.

"Oh, come on, Ikuto, just to say sorry."

"Nope. It wont feel the same."

"Shut up and let me kiss you!"

"No, I don--!" I cut him off by pulling him down by his shirt collar. I looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." I said and I smashed my lips into his. He was still shocked. I felt my face begin to redden as did his. Then, suddenly his risen eyelids began to lower, until his eyes were completely shut. He then moved himself into the kiss. I was caught off guard, just like how I had warned him not to be. He slid his hands into my hair and pulled me in. My eyes were still wide open, in shock, yet his remained lightly shut. His cheeks were no longer red, unlike mine. My eyes closed suddenly, from Ikuto's force, but I opened them again. He wasn't acting like himself. But…I still had trouble deciding if I hated it. I felt my bottom lip get a tiny tug from Ikuto's teeth. I laughed lightly and gave up.

I closed my eyes and slid my hands into his hair. I returned the kiss to him, just as forceful and yet, just as gentle. He bit my lip again, and I wondered if he wanted me to return the favor. I grabbed his lip with my teeth, as softly as I could, and let it slide back. This must've been what he wanted, seeing as he shivered when I did it. I guess guys like it more than girls. I suspect he got more pleasure out of it than I expected since he took the kiss a step further. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. I didn't get it. Should I bite this, too? No, that would hurt. I'll just do it to him, too, maybe that'll work. I slid my tongue into his mouth, too. I felt the pleasure shoot through me that instant. My heart thumped harder than ever.

He seemed to loosen a bit. Why? Did I surprise him? It didn't feel as good without him pushing in, too. I tugged on his hair, hoping he'd get the message. He chuckled and my heart skipped a beat. He moved back in, maybe even more passionate than before. I smiled at this and evened out the passion. After all, I couldn't let him win.

I felt his hands leave my hair and slide down to my waist, where he lifted me up. I tilted my head to continue the kiss, though it was tougher. I wondered where he was taking me. If he sets me in a bed I'll kick him in the crotch. He simply carried me over to the counter and set me there, though he was still standing. Did he think I was tired from standing? Aw, how cute was he? I was now level with Ikuto's face, so it was easier to kiss him. I tugged his lip, again, to show him I appreciated the kind gesture. I felt him shiver again and laughed. Ikuto was such a pervert.

I heard the phone ring from the living room. I couldn't help but moan. Ikuto still didn't let up. I mumbled though the kiss.

"Ikuto…if it's….my parents…..they'll think……we're doing something…….weird." I said, in a begging tone. His eyes slowly opened. He let up the tiniest bit. I rolled my eyes. "If they think…….we're doing………something weird………Ikuto, they'll come over." he halted. I laughed. He sure didn't want to get caught, eh? I pulled my tongue from his mouth and held his face for a moment. The phone rang again. I jumped off the counter and ran to it. I scanned the caller ID before answering. Sure enough, it was my parents.

"Hello?" I said, after clicking talk.

"Amu-chan! You're at Ikuto-kun's! I forgot!" Mama screamed, panicky.

"Mama, is something wrong?" I asked, worried.

"Um…yeah. Our car broke down on the way home, so we're going to have to stay in this city while it's getting fixed."

"What? Is anyone hurt? How bad is the car?"

"No one's hurt. But the car is in pretty bad shape. So, we called to ask you if you could stay with someone while we were gone. Will Ikuto-kun be alright with you staying there?"

"I don't know, let me ask." I took the phone from my ear and yelled to Ikuto, "Hey, Ikuto! Can I stay here for a few days?"

"Only if you promise to kiss me again." he said, smirking. Heh. I had a joke for him. I put the phone back to my ear.

"Mama? He said only if I promise to--"

"Amu! No! I was joking!" Ikuto hissed. I laughed loudly.

"Only if you promise to what, Amu-chan?" asked Mama.

"Only if I promise to cook dinner tonight." I lied.

"Oh! Okay, that's fine then! But, remember Amu-chan, if Ikuto-kun is secretly a pervert, just kick him in the crotch." I laughed.

"What're you saying, Mama? Of course he's a pervert." Ikuto's face changed to an irritated look. I shrugged at him.

"Haha, don't be mean, Amu-chan. Well, I gotta go now, sweetie!"

"Okay, be careful Mama! Get a nice hotel!"

"We will, hun! I love you!"

"I love you, too! And Papa and Ami-chan! Bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up and looked over at Ikuto.

"What happened?" he asked, avoiding my eyes.

"Their car broke down. They'll be staying in another city for a few days, so I'll have to stay here for a while." I explained.

"Oh. I thought something serious happened. Like missing limbs and broken bones." his eyes met mine, again. Yayz!

"Well, I guess it's smart to expect the worst." I shrugged, smiling. "Hey, did your dad leave his car?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, you see, I need to get some clothes and stuff from home. And since you have your license and all…" I said, cutely.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. He said I could use it while he was away."

"Ah! How awesome is he!" I said, grinning. "Well, let's get going then. I want to see how well you drive."

"Flawlessly." He said, blankly.

"Don't get cocky, Ikuto." I said, glaring at him.

"Well, that's what the instructor said." He shrugged.

"Hmph." I walked to the living room and opened the front door. I walked out, waiting for Ikuto to follow. I didn't think about the moment before. Not in the least. I was probably in shock. Ikuto finally walked out, holding the keys to the car. He pushed a button on the tiny remote and the garage door opened. There sat the beautiful Toyota Camry, it's pitch black paint glistening from the sudden burst of light. It was a sight to see, indeed. It looked brand new.

"I-Ikuto, what year is this?" I asked, mesmerized.

"Two thousand ten." he said, simply.

"How did I NOT know this was back here?" I asked, gazing at the master piece.

"You never asked." Ikuto said, simply.

"Excuses, excuses." I said, skipping to the car. I pulled the passenger door open and sat down in the soft seat. I sniffed the scent of the car. It smelled like green apples. I search for the freshener and it was hanging from the mirror. I watched it swing. It was distracting and I needed to be distracted.

"Are you…alright?" Ikuto asked, as he turned the key in the ignition.

"Yeah, I'm good. How 'bout you?" I asked. Funny, I hadn't even seen him get into the car.

"Hm." said Ikuto, looking out the windshield.

"Hm?" I said, "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. He smiled. He seemed…content. "Pervert."

"Look who's talking." he said, pulling out the drive way. What was he talking about? He's the one that started frenching me! Though…I did enjoy it. But he had started it, so he was the pervert! God, and his driving is getting on my nerves!

"Geez, Ikuto, run a red light or leave you blinker off when you turn! Be a rebel!" I said, pissed.

"Why would I purposely break the law?" he asked, his eyes glued to the road.

"For fun! Geez, Ikuto, you're such a conformist." he laughed. Hmph, I'll get him to make a mistake.

"Ikuto…" I said, softly, "I…"

"What?" he asked, glaring out the window, as if he expected a joke.

"I want to lose my virginity to you right now! Please make love to me!" I screamed, putting a strong blush on my face. I hoped he'd fall for it. At first he didn't reply. He just continued to look out the windshield. But when his eyes drifted over to my face and he saw my blushing expression, the car came to a screeching halt. He proceeded to yell at me.

"A-A-Amu! Are you an idiot?! Do you realize what you just said to me?!" I let my blush fade away and smirked up at him.

"No objection yet, Ikuto?" I asked, feeling satisfied, "Only a real pervert would take me seriously. I'm a good girl." His face grew redder as the realization floated into his little, pervy head.

"That's cruel, Amu. You're so unfeeling." the car started to move again.

"You should know. I've told you before, I'm a good actress." I said, smiling at the road. Well, I let the kiss slip back into my mind, carelessly. Since it was here, though, I might as well enjoy it's company. It was so pleasurable. I never thought kissing made much sense. Just people sticking their nasty tongues into other peoples' nasty mouths. The whole thing was just gross. But…not when me and Ikuto did it. It was nice. It wasn't just a kiss. It was far too loving to be just a kiss. Loving…wait. Did Ikuto love me? My eyes drifted over to him. He was still blushing madly. Hmph. Let's bother him a bit more.

"Thinking about that kiss?" I asked, in a teasing tone.

"Hmph." he hummed, his eyes glaring daggers at the road.

"You liked it, didn't you? Ya pervert." I nudged his shoulder with my elbow. He blushed deeper.

"Well…I can't lie. I loved it." he said, simply. Surprise, surprise.

"Good for you! Lying is a bad habit." I said, patting his shoulder. I honestly didn't expect that. I had butterflies in my stomach but I did my best to ignore them.

"And you?" he asked, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Guh. I loved it. I honestly didn't know what to do most of the time, though. Thanks for leading me through it." I said, truthfully. I absently bit my tongue, softly.

"…Huh." said Ikuto, thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, I'll get better with practice." I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" he said, turning to me.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" I said, shrugging.

"You…want to do it…again?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah, I said I enjoyed it. Did you not want to? Well, if you say so…" I let my gaze float over to him.

"No! I want to! Really! I just…don't know if we should…" he said, panicky.

"Why not?" I asked, my eyebrows pulling together.

"Well…we're not…together. Would this work?" he asked, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

"Ikuto, is there a girl in your class?" I asked.

"Obviously."

"Well, imagine the kiss. But instead of with me, with her." I said, though I dreaded the thought, myself.

"No, that wont work out." he said, blankly.

"Why not?"

"I just…I can't…imagine myself with anyone else." he said, hesitantly.

"Ikuto, do you like me." he jumped.

"No." he said, no lie in his voice. I felt the dread flow through me. "I don't like you. But my answer might have been a bit different if you had asked me if I loved you."

"Don't joke with me, I'm trying to make a point." I said, not believing him. "Well, you see, I imagined kissing someone else. Just a random dude from my class. It…was disturbing. I didn't enjoy the thought at all. But…with you it's different. I obviously like you. I don't know about love. But…I wouldn't exactly be opposed to…you know…kissing and stuff…no, just kissing, forget the 'stuff'." I said, panicky. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Not even I am that much of a pervert." he said, rolling his eyes. I laughed.

"So, I'll ask you, would you like me to continue kissing you?" I asked, turning to him.

"That's all I've ever wanted." he said, simply. My heart thumped.

"I said not to joke with me." I said, folding my arms.

"Not joking~." he said, grinning eagerly.

"Ugh, Ikuto, you--"

"Look, we're here." he said, pulling into my driveway.

"Pfft." I scoffed, jumping out of the car and running to my house.

OMFG. Time skipping!!

We arrived at his house again, me carrying my large bag of clothes and toiletries to his door. God, I wanted a shower.

"Ugh, Ikuto, be a gentleman and carry my bag!" said, struggling to keep it in my arms. To my surprise, he did actually lift it from my arms. Aww. "Thanks, Ikuto!" I gleamed.

"Yeah." he said. He was still being sweet, no matter how annoyingly nonchalant he was.

"Hey, can we just order a pizza or something?" I asked, feeling too tired to cook.

"Aww, Amu-chan! You said you'd cook for me." he said, jokingly.

"Well, I'm suddenly very tired. Can't imagine why." I said, glaring blankly at him. He chuckled. Ugh. His laugh made me want to kiss him again! Must…resist…urge…!

The door unlocked and we walked to the living room. I grabbed my bag from Ikuto and walked toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to shower." I yelled to him.

"Wait…" he said, at my side in a few seconds. "You're going to shower?"

"Yes." I said, awkwardly.

"In my bathroom?" he looked a bit too upset.

"Planning on it." I said, leaning on my heals.

"…Lock the door." he said, too seriously for a joke.

"Count on it." I said, turning back to the bathroom. I walked in and shut the door, clicking the lock. I searched through my bag, pulling out some soap, shampoo, and a sponge. Oh, yeah. I forgot to bring a towel from home. I opened the door and yelled out to Ikuto.

"Can I borrow a towel?" I yelled.

"Uh…yeah. Hall closet." he yelled back.

"Thank you." I walked out to the hall closet and pulled a large white towel from the top shelf. It was so soft! I loved it! I ran back to the bathroom, eager to use my towel. I shut the door again and started the water. It steamed up as I stripped. I set my soap, shampoo, and sponge on the rim of the tub. I stepped in and immediately felt better. Ahh, a shower was all I needed.

I began to wash my hair, being careful not to get shampoo in my eyes.

"Amu?" I heard Ikuto call.

"Ikuto?!" I yelled, the shampoo splattering into my eyes. "Ugh! Dammit!" I reached out of the curtain to grab a towel to wipe my eyes. The wrack was too far away. I stepped out and grabbed the towel. I began to wipe my eyes, when I heard Ikuto call me, again. He seemed closer than he should be. I locked the door, right?

"Yeah?" he yelled something, again, but I didn't understand it. I tried to open my eyes, but they stung. I turned to the door, wiping my eyes.

"Amu, did you--?" I heard Ikuto, even more clearly. He must've been right next to the door. Unless I forgot to lock it…! I took the towel from my eyes and stared in front of me. The door was untouched. Hm.

"What was it, Ikuto?" I yelled, close to the door.

"Nothing." I heard him say. He was right next to the door.

"I'll be done soon. Don't worry." I hung my towel back up and stepped back into the shower and finished up.

When I finished, I dried off and put my pajamas on. I wrapped the towel around my hair as I cleaned my face. Dried out my ears with the towel before I threw it into the laundry basket. I brushed my hair out once and threw all my things back into my bag, including my uniform.

I walked out, shaking my hair out a bit with my hand. I searched for Ikuto. He was on the couch, watching TV with unfocused eyes. I snuck up on him. I leaned over the back of the couch, placing my long, wet hair on his neck. He jumped. Alright!

"Hey, Ikuto! I'm all done!" he stared up at me, grief in his eyes. I knew he was worried, but…I couldn't help but think he was cute. "Ikuto, what's up? Are you worried about something?" He didn't answer. He just continued to stare at me. He shouldn't do that. I'd probably kiss him again if he continued. I couldn't break my eyes away from his. "Ikuto, you--" he cut me off! He was kissing me again, beating me to it. I let my eyes close, again, and held his face in my hands. I felt his hand in my wet hair. I felt the pleasure start to enter my body when he bit my lip. This was a repeated pattern. I promised him I'd get better. Since he hadn't slipped me his tongue yet, I went ahead and did it. He shivered, again. Ha! Okay, Ikuto shivers when he's aroused, eh? Noted.

We continued to kiss, getting more passionate as the time passed. I thought about doing this with another guy. This time…with Tadase. I cringed away from Ikuto. His eyes opened in an instant. I stared at him for a few seconds. He was Ikuto. Not anyone else. And Ikuto was the only one I wanted to be with. Hmph. Maybe I did love Ikuto. I raised an eyebrow at my sudden realization and snorted at myself. Ah, I forgot I was still staring at Ikuto. It must've looked like I was laughing at him. He looked…down again. This isn't right.

"Ugh, Ikuto, sorry. I was just laughing at myself for being an idiot." I laughed some more. I would feel the intensity of love later, but now I would get what I wanted.

"Do you mind if I continue?" I asked, half expecting Ikuto to decline. He looked at me, curiously for a moment. He looked like he was about to ask me, but instead how just pulled me in to continue the kiss. Couldn't resist? I know how that feels.

It felt like the kiss would last forever. Like it wouldn't ever end. This kiss proved it. I absolutely loved Ikuto. I always have…it's just took till now for me to notice.

Heh. Before, I thought the kiss couldn't get any better. But now, realizing that the one I'm kissing is the person I love…it cannot get any better than this. I was about to push into the kiss, harder, just to give Ikuto a hint that I loved him. But, the doorbell rang. Why was it always something ringing that interrupted our kiss? I could nearly feel a vein popping from my forehead. I slowed the kiss down, trying to slowly pull away, but, somehow, slowing down only made it better. I could've cried as I pulled from him. I stared over at him, sadly, before I opened the door. There stood a boy, probably my age, carrying our pizza. He wore a red and blue uniform and a matching hat, covering most of his curly blond hair. He looked up at me and blushed. Little pervert.

"Um, your…your pizza." he said, handing me the box. "Um…that'll be ten ninety eight." he seemed afraid? I was suddenly aware of my expression. I was glaring very rudely at this stranger. I softened my eyes as much as I could, and it seemed to help.

"Ikuto, I need money." I said, turning to him. He tossed his wallet at me, not looking over. I pulled out a twenty, seeing how it was the smallest bill in his wallet. "Keep the change, buddy." I said, and he beamed.

"Thanks, ma'am! See you!" he waved happily.

"Bye." I didn't reply with 'see you' because I really did not long to see him again. He walked away, happy with his large tip. Truthfully, the tip was both an apology and a way to get him to leave faster. I shut the door walked over to Ikuto. I looked down at him as he looked up at me. He looked…angry? What? Again, Ikuto? I set the pizza on the coffee table and went to the kitchen. I pulled two cans of soda from the fridge and a couple plates from the cabinet. I came back, humming.

"Well, dig in!" I exclaimed. Honestly, I was hungry. I opened the box and saw the gleaming cheese. Endless. Not. One. Toping. "Really, Ikuto?" I asked. He looked up. "Not one pepperoni?" He laughed at me. I pouted. All my anger was gone, though. His laugh just melted it away. I reached out to grab a slice, but Ikuto caught my hand. He pulled me away and wrapped my arm around his neck. He wanted another kiss? I had to refuse this time, though I wanted it just as much. If we continued like this, I just couldn't help but think it wouldn't feel as good. "Nope. No more." I said, closing my eyes, lightly, and shaking my head.

"What? Why?" he asked. I flushed. These were the first words he had said to me since I left the shower. Screw waiting. I grabbed his head, again, and kissed him, forcefully. He was blushing as I did so and it took a while for him to kiss me back, but I waited, patiently.

When we finally pulled away from each other, Ikuto's face was still red. Adorable! I'd kiss him again, if I hadn't just finished doing it. At least, this time, we stopped out of our own will. We were both getting hungry.

I pulled a semi-warm slice of pizza from the box and nibbled on it. Even if it was topping less, it was still satisfying.

"Tasty, eh?" I said to Ikuto.

"I think you taste better." he said. I blushed furiously and continued to eat my pizza. I clicked the TV on as a distraction. It popped up with a couple kissing.

"Oh, really?" I asked the TV, "Disgusting, get a room! Me and Ikuto are way hotter!" I laughed. I looked up at Ikuto. He had that look of contentment on his face, again. I laughed as I flipped through the channels. I ended up on HBO, stopping to see what was coming on. The words Iron Man popped up across the screen.

"Oh…my…God." I said, "Ikuto, IRON MAN IS COMING ON." I yelled, looking up at Ikuto with wide eyes.

"Hm." hummed Ikuto. Hm? HM?!

"Ikuto, have…have you seen Iron man?" I asked.

"No, I was gone during the release. Is it good?" I stared up at him like he was insane.

"It's absolutely AMAZING. We're watching it." I said, turning the volume up.

"Wait, but--"

"Ikuto, we're watching it." I said, "It's a long movie, so brace yourself." He smiled at the TV.

Hah! They watched it and the loved it!

So, take THAT Chelsea.

I was asleep. I fell asleep while watching Iron Man. I shall not be forgiven.

Apparently, I fell asleep on Ikuto, seeing how I…woke up on Ikuto. He didn't wake me, though. He was still watching the movie. HAH! He liked it!

I looked over at the screen. The movie was almost over. Good movie. I was sad that I missed it. I'm such an idiot! I cannot believe…I fell asleep…

I fell asleep, again. But this time, I woke up in a bed. Oh, noes! I forgot to brush my teeth. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the living room. I found my bag and pulled my toothbrush from it. I then walked to the bathroom door. It was closed and I heard water running. Ikuto must be showering. I hoped he would finish soon. I was sleepy and didn't want my teeth to rot.

I sat against the wall and waited. Waited. Waited. I ended up falling asleep, again! Ikuto woke me up this time, though.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked. I opened my eyes. His hair was wet and he was in his pajamas. I was right about the shower.

"I wanted to brush my teeth before I went to bed. Oh, yeah, who's bed was I in? Utau-chan's? Or a guest bed?"

"Utau's."

"Okie-dokie, then." I said, standing up. I walked into the bathroom and started to clean my teeth. "Hey, I'm just gonna leave my toothbrush in here. It's the cool, misshapen green one. Remember this." I yelled at Ikuto.

"Alright." he sounded tired.

"Aww. Is wittle Ikuto tiyred?" I asked, in a mocking tone. I heard him laugh. I finished up and left to Utau's room.

FakeMustache: Wooh! Done. That sure was fun to write.

Amu: Haha, this was disgusting.

Ikuto: Yes.

FakeMustache: But, like I said. It was fun to write. I give a special thanks to Chelsea, for being a pervert and teaching me well.

Amu: I wonder what will happen in the next chapter…

FakeMustache: As do I. Lol, you guys think I'm joking. You know what would be awesome? If you guys would give me ideas for the next chapter in the reviews. But, no sex or anything. I'm not that deep of a pervert and this story is rated T not M. AND SEX IS BAD. Lol.

Ikuto: R&R.

Amu: Please give her ideas.

FakeMustache: The faster I get ideas, the faster I publish a chapter. But, they always take a while, 'cause I like to make them long. Peace off!