Hey everyone~! So, I keep getting distracted by my chemistry homework, cause it's like, I'm converting things to atomic mass units...amu...oh god, I want to be writing and not chemistry-ing...Ahem. Anyway, since you guys seemed to like the last chapter, I'll be continuing this when I have time (spoiler alert: I'm a college student, so not terribly often)! Enjoy~

I couldn't believe how the time was flying already. It seemed like just yesterday I was awkwardly walking into this classroom for the first time, but now it's already the middle of October. I can't say that a whole lot has changed since the beginning, either; other than Kairi's frequent visits to our dorm room. It became increasingly hard to study listening to him and Yaya trying to get along, though Yaya's incessant procrastination did make for an entertaining mix with Kairi's studiousness. Rima and I would often try not to laugh as Yaya desperately tried to drag him into "just one more comic" or "just a few minutes playing games, please Kairi-chi?" He was a cool guy, though. He'd graduated a year early from high school, just like Yaya, so he was a freshman like us. He was also involved with the martial arts club, and a dedicated member of the kendo group. A bit serious for my taste, but he and Yaya really seemed to get along despite her constant, boundless energy.

Rima, on the other hand, often disappeared from our dorm for hours on end to dine and study with Nagihiko, the guy with the long, purple hair. I heard that he's a sophomore majoring in dance – was it traditional or hip hop? - but I never knew for sure with the way they always ran off. She wasn't attached to him like Yaya was to Kairi, though; whenever I saw them around together, she always seemed a bit...hesitant, somehow.

Other than that, I hadn't gotten to know my other classmates very well. I glance around the room as I slump down into my seat. Redhead and twintails are sitting together, as usual, and the tall, dark-haired man sat isolated from everyone else. I wonder if he ever gets lonely?

I took my usual seat next to the door just as class started. Professor Nikaidou stood beaming at the front of the class. "Alright, everyone! We'll be working on vocab in groups of three today! Try to make sure you sit next to people you don't normally work with."

This is usually a suggestion I'd ignore, but Rima had already gotten up and joined Nagihiko, and Yaya was who-knows-where. Before I knew what was happening, Miss Twintails had taken the seat next to me. She flipped her hair as she laid out the assignment on the table next to me. "H...Hey there," I greeted her awkwardly.

"Good morning," she said in English, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She didn't seem too into the idea of exclusively speaking in another language at this time of day, either. "You're Amu, right?"

"Yeah," I replied. "You'll have to remind me of your name." I figured it was only polite, given that we'd never spoken before. I always feel bad when someone remembers my name, but I can't for the life of me remember theirs.

"Hoshina Utau," she said, "a junior."

This took me by surprise. "A junior? Why are you just taking English now?" I asked, hoping it didn't come off as too rude.

She rolls her amethyst eyes at the question. "The Chicago trip, obviously. Why else would I sign up for English?"

Seriously? Her, too? Is that the only reason anyone is here?

She snapped me out of my cynical thoughts with a smile and a question of her own. "Anyway, are you seeing anyone right now?"

Seeing anyone? Like, dating? Wait, was she asking me out? "You know, Hoshi- er, Utau," I stammered. Calling someone I'd just met by their first name felt so weird, but it was required in this class. "I'm flattered, but I don't really-"

"Not me, airhead," she said with exasperation, "my brother was asking about you."

Her brother? I didn't know she had any siblings. Actually, up until two minutes ago, I didn't even know her name. And on top of that, he'd taken interest in me? This is way too much to handle this early in the morning. I haven't even had my morning tea yet... "No, I'm not seeing anyone and don't care to right now. Not that it's any of his business, anyway." I looked away, taking out my textbook and attempting to look very interested in finding the correct chapter.

She shrugged noncommittally, a half smile forming on her lips. Her face is so pretty, even without any makeup. Redhead is a lucky guy. "Well, I tried. Should we get started?"

Kairi came over and sat down near us, being the only one yet to find a group. He quietly took out the assignment as a scanned the room. Rima and Nagihiko sat next to Utau's boyfriend in the opposite corner, smiling and chatting away. At the table next to ours, Yaya, Tadase, and the tall guy with dark hair were taking out their books. Uh-oh. After that shaky, sweaty first impression I left on him, I sure hope that Tadase doesn't say anything weird about me. It's not like I want to impress him or anything, but he's already seen me freaking out, and I don't need him to hear anything embarrassing about me before I even know his freaking name. But what is there to say?

I rapidly start filing through my memory bank of my relationship with Tadase. Well, there was the time when I totally crash-landed on my ass when we were riding bikes...and the time he caught me practicing my "Princess Hotori Amu" signature in my notebook...and the time he caught me smelling his sheets after we'd finished making love...and the time I farted in bed with him. Oh god, please don't let him tell that story! It only ever happened once! I would absolutely die if he ever told anyone about that. What if they got the idea that I did that every single time? No one would ever want to date me ever again, and I'd grow old and alone and surrounded with hundreds of cats, and-

I jerked my head to the side to see the tall guy tapping me on the shoulder. "Hey Amu, do you-"

"No, I do not always fart during sex!"

The whole room went dead silent. I could feel all the blood in my body rise up into my face and my stomach tying itself in knots as I finally processed what I'd just said. Everyone's eyes were on me as he held my gaze, a look of amusement coming over his face as he finished his question. "...have a pencil I could borrow?"

Everyone burst out laughing. I could just crawl into a hole and never come out. Maybe that's where I could keep all of my cats. He smiled and winked at me before turning back to his seat. "But I'll keep that in mind."

And thus began the longest hour of my life.

Back at the dorm, my head was on my desk, buried in my arms. "I can't believe I said that. I can't believe I said that."

"We get it, Amu," a quiet voice said from behind me. "We've understood for the past twenty minutes you've been saying that, too."

Yaya was spinning around on the floor, not even bothering to pretend to work. "You were so funny, Amu-chi! He was like, 'Oh Amu-chi, would you ever so kindly lend me a pencil for just a moment,' and you were all, 'Oh, Ikuto-chi, anything for you! I won't even fart on you like I did with Tada-' ah!" she yelped as she got dizzy and fell onto the floor.

"Shut up, that's not even what happened!" My face turned red as a beet as I flushed for the millionth time that day. They're never, ever going to let me live this one down. Wait...did she just say his name? "Yaya, you said his name is Ikuto?"

She shot back up, just as energetic and completely unscathed from her fall. "Duh! Everyone knows Ikuto-chi!"

Rima turned around in her chair to face us. "He's a senior here. A music major, I think. I believe his father used to run the music department."

Oh god, he was an upperclassman, too? Now I'm really going to spend my next four years here being known as "The Girl Who Doesn't Always Fart During Sex." Well, I suppose that could be a little worse. Not that I care about this...Ikuto guy's opinion of me. I have bigger things to worry about now. But if only I never had to see any of that class again! Well, at least it's only for three hours a week, right?

Yaya bounced around the room, evidently tired of spinning. "Yay! And we get to spend a whole week with him! Just think how awesome it will be when you pair off with him on the trip, Amu-chi!"

Oh yeah. Why else would anyone sign up for English, after all?

Alright, ten reviews! So, this isn't nearly as popular as I expected it to be, but it's not too surprising. The Shugo Chara! fandom isn't nearly as active as it was when I started writing, and this fic isn't just sex. Ah, well. It's fun to write during study breaks, so I might as well continue it if you guys like it. But I will say that reviews really do help. :)

Amu: I don't ever get a break even in the non-lemon chapters, do I...

Honey: Nope! :3

Ikuto: But there will be lemon chapters?

Honey: Duh! Why else would anyone read my stories?

Amu: You're not funny.

Honey: Aw. :P

So yeah! Please review and let me know what you think of the story, suggestions for future chapters (I'd love to hear them! I'll credit you if I end up using them. :3), or even just to let me know you'd like to see this continued. I'd really appreciate it, reviews keep me writing! Ja ne, minna! :)