So this is where this strays off of my original plan, so it'll be a bit rough around the edges. And here's something to hold on to! In two chapters, I'm gonna be writing some cutesy scenes! It'll be kinda new, this story being my second fanfiction including romance (my first not being very good). Okay, here we go! I don't own Shugo Chara, enjoy!
Amu's POV
'Ding dong, ding dong!'
I bury myself under the covers, using my pillow to block out the sou-
'Ding dong, ding dong!'
It's. Not. Working. I tighten my grip on the pillow, a sense of irritation flowing through me-
'Ding dong, ding dong!'
You know that annoying feeling when you keep getting cut o-
'Ding dong, ding dong!'
DAMMIT, I CAN'T EVEN MONOLOGUE!
I chuck my pillow across the room and storm towards the door. In the few seconds it takes for me to get to the door, the person on the other side has already rang the doorbell about 30 more times. He's like a torero and the bell is the red ca-
'Ding dong!'
... I swear, it's like he wants me to headbutt him.
I yank the door open, letting it slam into the wall and forcing me to attempt to open it again (don't you just hate that?).
"What. Do. You. Want?" I grunt, blind with anger.
"Good morning to you too, Amu," a voice answers.
Wow, anger must've actually blinded me.
I take a large gulp as the haze of frustration clears up. In front of me is (take a guess) Ikuto. My cheeks turn slightly red.
"I-ikuto? What are you doing here?"
Ikuto seems to give a slight smirk.
"Why are you asking? Aren't you the one who called me to come here?"
Wait, what?
Is it just the sleep, or is something not adding up?
"What do you mean?"
"Well, isn't this your number?" Ikuto shows me the most recent calls he has gotten. I step outside the door to make sure I'm seeing this correctly.
Yup.
That's mine.
Right up there at the top.
"I don't remember any of this!" I exclaim. Ikuto's eyes look past me.
"Well, I have a feeling I know who might."
I turn around, following Ikuto's gaze and see two pairs of eyes watching us.
And then the door slams right in my face.
"Su, Dia..." I say threateningly. I walked towards the door, only to step on my purse. When did that- Amu, stop asking stupid questions.
Even though I know it's probably futile, I look through my purse to see if I have some keys. The only thing in there are some clothes, shoes, and an empty wallet with a note. I read it out loud for the convenience of the plot.
"Make him be a gentleman and have him pay for lunch."
"Lunch? That sounds like a good idea."
I jump, dropping the purse and the note. I turn towards Ikuto. I had forgotten he was there. Don't even ask how, I don't even know.
"I just want to get into my room," I say, my weariness catching up to me. "I'll just go downstairs and-"
This time I wasn't cut off my a doorbell, so yay. However, this is worse.
Much worse.
"Are you sure you don't something to eat?" Ikuto asks, slightly chuckling at my stomach's outburst.
"I-i guess it wouldn't hurt..." I murmur, picking up my purse. A mix of hunger and embarrassment begins to mess up my sense of good judgement. "I'll just put on my shoes."
As soon as I had stuffed my feet into some pumps, Ikuto begins to walk towards the elevator, hands in his pockets.
For some reason, I really hate his pockets.