A/N: Hey peoples. Read the story, review after. You know the drill! ^_^

Quick Side Note: I'm sorry to Tadase lovers out there, but this story's gonna have a lot of Tadase hate, hence the first two chapters. Sorry 'bout that. Oh, and if you get confused about something Amu's saying it's probably just 'cause she being that random, or she's talking about Ikuto. Remember, if Amu's talking about Ikuto, Amu thinks Ikuto is her imaginary friend that magically disappeared one day. Kay? Kay. Story time now!

-----Recap~

"You're cheeks are really soft. What kind of face wash do you use?"

Ikuto rolls his eyes, but answers anyways. "The guy kind that my mom buys me. Can you let go now?"

"Fine," I say, crossing my arms and puffing out my cheeks.

I love these guys.

----End Recap~!

"Are you sure I can't kick Tadase's ass?"

"Ugh, Ikuto! Yes, damnit. Yes. I am sure, absolutely positively completely sure, that you can't kick his ass!"

I dunno how many times I have to say that to get it though his thick head, but I'm starting to think that he has anger problems. I mean, he always had a hot head, but it's gotten worse since I showed him the bruises. That day on the roof Ikuto brought his hands from my shoulders to my waist, and when I winced, he got all pissy. He wanted to go and kill Tadase. I mean, it's been, like, a week. Get over it.

"I'm pretty sure Ikuto could easily kick Tadase's ass," Kukai says, sitting down behind us.

I shake my head. "Yeah, he probably could-"

"So you'll let me?"

"But I won't let him. It's immature. You already gave him one black eye and a busied jaw," I say.

Ikuto sighs. "But I don't remember doing that. And everyone thinks you did it. Come on, Amu, please?" he begs.

"No," I snap. "And that's final young man!"

Ikuto pouts and Kukai laughs. "Dude, he's older than you."

"So?" I challenge.

Ikuto smirks. "So, that means I'm the boss. Thanks for the reminder, Kukai."

"It's my problem, not yours. So just... just go jerk off or something," I say.

Ikuto's eyebrows scrunch together and Kukai busts out laughing. We've been laughing a lot lately. They must think that I'm funny. I dunno why though. I just speak the truth.

"Amu, that was- is that a butterfly?" Kukai cocks his head, squinting out the window. Ikuto and I laugh.

"Kukai- holy shit, it is a butterfly," Ikuto mummers. He also squint out the window.

I peer over Ikuto's shoulder- something very hard and awkward, sense I'm practically sitting on his back to do so- damn him for being so damn tall- and spot the butterfly, "Ooh, pretty..."

We look at each other and laugh. Suddenly, I remember: "Pie!"

Ikuto and Kukai stare at me blankly. "What?"

"Pie. They are serving pie in the cafeteria today."

Ikuto smiles and ruffles my bangs. "You're such a kid sometimes," he tells me.

"Me? What about you? Saying those things about Sponge Bob," I scoff. "I mean, seriously?"

Ikuto and Kukai frown. "Hey, hey," Kukai warns, "don't go there. The Sponge is awesome."

"Cooler the The Rugrats, at least," Ikuto says.

I gasp. "Oh, no. Don't go dissing on The Rugrats. I will bite you." I glare at the both of them.

Ikuto rolls his eyes. "Oh, I'm so- ow! What the Hell?!" Ikuto yells. "You bit me!"

"I told you that I would."

"I wasn't even saying anything about- ow! Stop that!"

"Ha. I can bite you~!"

"What the- Amu, duh. I'm- damn it! Stop it!" Ikuto withdraws his arm quickly from me. "I need this arm- and my hand."

"Yeah, to jerk off," Kukai says.

Ikuto glares at him, and I laugh.

When I finally stop laughing, class was already over, and Ikuto was muttering, "Alright, it was funny, but it wasn't that funny. Stop already."

"O-ok-okay, s-sorry," I giggle, wiping a tear. "God, that was wicked awesome."

Ikuto rolls his eyes and takes my hand into his. Kukai puts- well, tried, anyhow- his arm, only to have Ikuto jerk me away.

Jerk....

I bust out laughing, again, right as we enter the cafeteria.

Everyone looks at me like I'm a madwoman, and that just makes me laugh harder. Soon, Ikuto and Kukai are laughing right with me.

"Wh-why are we l-la-laughing?" Kukai gasps.

"Jerk..." I mutter, panting.

"No I'm not, I was just-"

I point to Ikuto. "Jerk," I repeat.

Ikuto frowns and Kukai bursts into another round of laughter.

"That was stupid," Ikuto says.

I nod. "It was, but it was also funny."

The whole cafeteria is staring at us. Still. Soo.

"What?" I snap. "Got nothing better to do than stare at people? Didn't your mothers teach you better than that?!"

Ikuto chuckles and Kukai points at them. "Go fuck yourselves~!"

"... That sounded friendly for something mean...." I mutter.

"Kukai has to be friendly. It's just his personality."

I sigh. "Where's the pie?" I whine.

"You have to get in the line," Kukai replies, coping my whiny tone.

"But I don't wanna," I complain.

"Would to the two of you just shut up? There's not even a line anymore."

"Ooh."

"Just get your pie. I don't like it in here," Ikuto says.

I look up at him. That was such an Ikuto-like thing to say! "Ikuto~!" I hug him.

Damn this boy for being so tall....

"Might wanna watch out, Amu," Kukai warns. "Ikuto's a perv~!"

I let go of Ikuto, blushing, and walk to get pie.

Ten plates, two each for the boys, and the rest for me.

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"Amu! Come on, that's not fair!"

"Too bad, Kukai," I reply.

Ikuto lays back. "You're gonna get fat."

I spit out the pie, coughing. "Nooo~!"

Class would be starting soon- not that we cared. We only had three more classes and the last one was a free period. We could be up here all day and it wouldn't matter.

"We should go to my house tonight," I say.

Ikuto glances at me and scoffs. "Hope your parents are there. Other wise, I think I might be raped."

Kukai laughs and my mouth hangs open. I snap it shut and throw pie at the both of them. Thus, I start a food- uh, pie- fight.

When we leave for our next class, we are all covered in pie. I go a different way than Kukai and Ikuto, so I have to be sticky and pie-y by myself.

Joooy.

When I walk into class- after cleaning myself up a bit everyone stares. Again.

"It's pie," I announce.

I see a few girls roll their eyes and they start to gossip. Bitches.

I must have said that aloud. Damn, those glares work. I can feel them trying to burn holes through my head.

I plop into my seat and feel another stare burning into the back of my head. Not a glare, just a stare.

I turn around. "Hi," I say.

She nods and leans forward in her chair, extending a hand. "Mashiro Rima," she introduces. "Congrats on making more enemies."

I take her hand and shake once. "Hinamori Amu and, uh, thanks, I guess."

She smiles briefly. "It's nice to meet someone who can be honest. I'm sick of people sucking up to those people."

I nod. "Well, they are bitches, but I didn't mean to say that out loud. Actually, I didn't know that I did until they were glaring at me."

Mashiro laughs. "That was great. I like you. Call me Rima."

"Okay, Rima. Call me Amu."

And a beautiful new friendship begins.

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A/N: This chapter was such a bitch. I mean, I've had hard chapters, but it was just unbelievible! It took me the whole week, sitting here for at least half an hour every day! I finally just was like "You know what? I'ma beat myself with a rock (pebble) if I don't finish it today!"

That's kinda an inside joke, by the way.

Well, other than that, who watches my favorite show The Soup? I love that show. And Community. Love them.

In other news: I have finished all of my exams! Damn that Math- I hope Math dies. It's not gonna be my best grade, but if it's lower than a B.... Ugh. Look at the ugly B......

Well, that's 'bout it. Read. Review. You know the drill!