A/N: I just realized I made a huge mistake in the last chapter: Babies are made in 9 months. NOT a year. Sorry. ^^''

---- NOTE: ANOTHER RANT BELOW! PLEASE SKIP IF YOU LIKE, or you can read. But really, it's long. Soo...

I'ma rant again, 'cause I'm a bit pissed. So, here it goes:

FREAKIN' A!!!!! DUDE! Fictionpress is being a bitch! I mean, REALLY? I take hours of my days, writing- it helps me think, unwind, un-depress myself. But does Fictionpress care? NO! Fictionpress DOESN'T care. They go ahead and mess up my documents. What the HELL!

I work hard on this stuff! I promised Crystal that I'd be updating Steps every Friday! Can that happen now? NO! 'Cause Fictionpress decided to be a bitch!

And while I'm on the topic of things that piss me off, lemme talk about my new dance routine. We're going to be doing Tik Tok by Ke$ha, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga, and Three by Brittany Spears. I don't hate the songs or anything, but I think they went a bit overboard with the outfits and the dancing.

....

Okay, a LOT overboard with the outfits. For the Ke$ha thing we have to make our hair all messy and we have to wear booty shorts and a tube top. Do you know how painful that is?! I'm kinda tall, seeing as I'm about 5'9". That makes those booty shorts look extra booty-y!

For Bad Romance we are going to wear Gaga clothes. We all have a different outfit. All Gaga worn, though. (I.e. it looks like something Lady Gaga would wear or something she has worn.) Wanna know what my outfit looks like? Remember that Paparazzi performance? The one with the blood? Yeah, that's the one I'm wearing- minus the blood.

Don't get me wrong- I love Gaga big time. She's wicked awesome.

And Three, by Brittany Spears. Look, I'm not sure if we're dancing or having imaginary sex in this one. All I know right now is that my dance teacher is a kook. As in, Kookoo for Coco Puffs kook.

ANOTHER THING! I was looking back at some of my writing. I suck. I mean, I REALLY suck. Maybe it's because I always rush- I mean, with all of my sports, clubs, dancing, and school and crap I have almost no time for anything. Plus, exams are coming up and I need to get a study group together.

Uuuugh. I hate so many things right now....

I mean, really? How can I write about romance? I have no romance. (Romance now is starting to irritate me. I rehearse Bad Romance twenty times a day, and those other two songs. I hear the damn song WAY too much...) not that having no romance is a bad thing (damn that song and my dance teacher...), but how can I write a good romance story without having a good romance myself? .... Okay, never mind. Most of us don't have a romance. But, still. I've been feeling lame lately. And pissed.

Okay, okay, I think that I'm done. For now. On with the one-shot.

Which, I predict, will suck.

I run to my class. Damn- I'm so close to being late.

"Amu-"

"Leave me alone, Ikuto," I snap.

Ikuto just rolls his eyes, easily keeping up with my pace. His long legs allow him to do so. Even though I'm practically running, Ikuto's just walking.

He always manages to make me angry. Right now, I'm pissed that I have to go to class and I'm pissed that even though I'm pretty tall I only come up to his shoulder.

"Amu, don't be mad at me. It's not my fault you're late to your math class," Ikuto drawls.

Another thing that pisses me off: Math.

So, instead to staying quiet like I should I begin to rant about how stupid math is and how evil my math teacher is and how she hates me.

Then I freeze. "Hey, Ikuto, why are math teachers always women? I mean, in every book, movie, and in my experience, math teachers are always women."

Ikuto sighs and shakes his head. "That's not true. It's just that women are usually teachers."

I shrug and start walking again. Then I start talking. "You know, I noticed that, but I've never really said any- oomph!"

I land on my butt. "Ow, damn. What'd I run into?"

I look up. Ikuto's the first person I see, looking down at me worriedly. Then I look to see what I ran into.

Hotori Tadase.

Tadase looks down at me with shock printed on his face. Neither of us were expecting that.

"Oh, it's you," he says. "The crazy chick."

I frown, and so does Ikuto. Tadase looks around.

"Who were you talking to anyways? An imaginary friend?" Tadase laughs, and so two idiots behind him.

"Actually, I was talking to-"

"Shut up," Ikuto hisses.

I look up at him from my spot on the floor. "Why?"

Tadase's eyebrows furrow. "Why what?"

I switch my gaze on Tadase. I can kind of see why girls like him. I mean, he's cute, he's on the basketball team. But he's a jerk. And rude.

He stares at me for a few more minutes.

Still staring....

Do I have pie on my face? 'Cause that pie in the cafeteria today was really good.

I turn my head and look at my reflection in a locker. "Nope," I announce. "No pie."

Tadase backs away. "Holy shit, this chick really is cray," he says. "Let's go!"

And they run away. I look up at Ikuto, who is trying his best not to laugh. "What? He was staring at me. I thought that I might've had something on my face."

Ikuto breaks out laughing. "Come on, stupid. We're really late now."

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I got a detention. Ikuto sits with me. He doesn't say anything, he just stares.

And I stare back.

The boy was gorgeous. Shaggy midnight blue hair and indigo eyes. Tall.

I frown. "You're too tall," I say.

The teacher looks back at me. "Excuse me?" he says.

He's shorter than me.

"Not you," I say, waving my hand around.

I know that I could only see Ikuto. Actually, it was hard for me to believe. When I first saw him, I thought I had finally became a nut case.

I sigh. "Am I cray?" I whisper to Ikuto.

He shakes his head. "Don't worry. You're not. Everyone else is."

I smile at his response. Sometimes I really wish that he was real.

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I got out of detention at 4:30.

Basketball gets out at 4:15, a detail I had forgotten until this moment.

Tadase and some of his friends are sitting around the parking lot, talking. Ikuto frowns.

"Keep walking, Amu."

He grabs my hand are pulls me along with him. "I'm walking, I'm walking. Jeez," I mutter.

"Get the crazy chick!"

Ikuto's eyes narrow and he walks faster, pulling my arm in front of me.

The boys freeze. "What the fuck?" one of them says.

I pull my arm back and plant my feet. Turning to them, I say, "You want a piece of this?" I point to my shirt. "Well you can't have it!"

Ikuto growls and pulls on my arm, swinging me around. "How stupid are you?" he yells.

.....

"Umm..."

"Don't answer, let's go before they snap out of it."

As soon as those words leave Ikuto's mouth, Tadase grabs me.

I am frozen, as is Ikuto. I get hit in the stomach twice before Ikuto snaps out of his trance and knocks the shit outta Tadase.

Tadase's goons, who were coming to help him, freeze. Tadase's dubbed over, his eye already turning blue and gasping for breath.

Ikuto pulls on my arm. "You wanna go, or can I finish pumbling him?"

"Let's go."

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When I got home, my parents scold me for getting a detention and for taking so long getting home. They then see how I'm holding my stomach.

After ten minutes of telling them that I'm fine, my parents win and pull up my shirt a bit. There they see the bruise.

They are pissed beyond belief and even call the police. Police ask me to identify the boys and I lie, saying I'd never seen any of them before and how I didn't get a good look at anyone's face.

When I'm finally allowed to go to my bedroom, Ikuto yells at me.

"What the fuck?!" he yells. "They could have gotten harassment charges! You could have gotten them into serious trouble! Why didn't you just tell them?"

"I didn't know anyone but Tadase. And I really couldn't describe anyone but Tadase. I would have sounded like an idiot."

Ikuto huffs. "You sound like n idiot most of the time, why would you care now?"

I sit up and glare at him. "You're face!" I reply.

"See?" Ikuto says. "That's exactly what I mean. That didn't make any sense and it was childish."

"Go away," I say. "I'm going to sleep."

---

I couldn't find Ikuto anywhere. I looked everywhere in my house, I called out to him, begged him to forgive me.

He didn't show up.

Sighing, I make my way to my locker.

Ikuto...

My first class is English, so that's where I head. I sit down in my seat, and the teacher comes in, smiling.

"Class," she says, "today we have a new student. Please welcome Tsuikyomi Ikuto."

And in all of his hot glory, Ikuto steps in.

My Ikuto.

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A/N: Okay, so, what'd you think? Good, bad, horrid, awesome? I actually think I could make a story with this and if someone asks me to, I will. ^_^

I'm in a much better mood now, though Three is stuck in my head. Sooo....

Review? Please?

~Layla Smiles