I hate my life .__. We're just going to leave it at that . I'm honestly considering suicide . Being dead has to be better than living the way I'm forced to .
By the way , a huge thanks to all of those people who gave me their own definition of "nudge" . It helped me a lot(:
AhYingX3 : I like angst too , but it has to be written in just the right way for me to enjoy it ; unlike my angst's .
Nessz : o_o""
LittlePlaugeSprit : D: Don't ate the potato salad . It was too delicious to be disliked .
Himeka Tsukiyomi : Thank you ~
Angel of Randomosity : o; doushite ?
Yoru-chan-Amuto-freak : No , I was making the potato salad & I was watching something on TV about those Hollywood celebs & their dramatic lives . The two sort of … fit together ? :3
Sparkly-Vampire-Wannabe : Well I wouldn't be surprised if she just takes Ikuto for granted in her life or something .__.
Amuto20174 : Oh really ?(:
Snowiisan : … Are you just going to say that my newest oneshot is your favorite ? .__. & No twoshot . *underlines one in ONEshot*
HlorkexD : It was super delicious(:
Superduper short . Not really … just tons shorter than what I usually do .__.
But I like this short :D … It's too short for a one shot & too long for a drabble … SO I NAME THEE A SHORT . & NO ANGST WARNING THIS TIME !(:
"Hey, Amu," Ikuto said, elbowing the pink-haired female's arm. Amu looked up from the laptop she was doing her homework on and smiled at him.
"Yes?" She asked sweetly. Ikuto smiled.
"Look," He said, holding up one of Amu's stuffed animals, waving one of the arms. "It's waving to you."
Amu giggled.
"It's so cute!" She exclaimed, taking the animal away from him and hugging it herself. She turned back to her homework.
Ikuto sighed; he was always here each night, but tonight seemed particularly boring. Maybe because Amu had a lot more homework than usual and was taking forever to finish it all …
Still, he needed something to entertain himself with. He glanced around the room, hoping for something.
Nothing.
He sat there, watching Amu for a few minutes.
"Hey … Amu?" He suddenly asked, tapping her shoulder. Amu looked at him again, still smiling.
"Yes?"
"I'm thirsty," He said. "Can you go downstairs and get me some milk?"
Amu faked a sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Just be happy that my parents aren't home right now," She told him before putting her laptop down and crawling off the bed. Ikuto grinned.
A minute later, Amu came back into the bedroom, a glass of warm milk in her hands.
"Here you go!" She said as she handed Ikuto the glass. Ikuto smirked at her, taking a few huge gulps of the milk.
"Thank you, Amu-koi," He said slyly. Amu blushed as she picked up her laptop and beginning to do her homework again.
"Don't say things like that … " She mumbled quietly. Ikuto took a deep breath. Now to find something else entertaining to do …
As if right on cue, he heard a noise from outside. Ikuto turned around and saw that it was beginning to rain again. He shifted his whole body around, so that his back was leaning against Amu and he was facing the window. He rubbed his shoulder against hers.
"Hey, Amu."
" … Yes, Ikuto?"
"It's raining outside."
Ikuto heard a sigh.
"Yes, Ikuto," Amu said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Yes, it's raining outside. Now, I really have to do this homework."
Ikuto nodded.
"Got it."
Not really. Within ten minutes, he was already desperate for something else to happen again.
"Hey … Amu?" He asked, tugging her sleeve gently. Amu suddenly spun around and glared at him.
"Do you mind?" She demanded. "I'm actually trying to get this stuff done! And you hitting me and going 'Hey Amu!' every few minutes or so isn't helping. At all!"
Ikuto leaned back, taken aback by Amu's sudden behavior.
"It's called nudging," He muttered defensively. "But, fine, I'll shut up now."
Amu glared at him for a moment longer.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed, turning back to her homework.
~ i s n o w x 3 ~
For the next hour and a half, Ikuto, who somehow managed to keep himself completely silent, entertained himself on his own. Whether it was playing the edge of the blankets on Amu's bed, or twirling his thumbs, or staring at the rain outside her room some more, Ikuto promised himself that he would not bother Amu until she finished her homework.
After what seemed like years to Ikuto, but was only an hour or two in reality, Amu slid her laptop of her lap and stretched.
"I'm … DONE!" She sang. Ikuto didn't move or say anything; he just continued sitting on her bed with his back facing her. He stayed completely silent.
Amu felt a stab of guilt pierce through her heart.
"Neh … Ikuto?" She asked shyly, sliding over to sit next to him. No response from him.
"Ikuto," She began again. "I'm … sorry for screaming at you like that."
Still no response. Amu lifted up her arm to nudge him again, but decided against it. She sighed and turned back to doing something else.
A few minutes later, Amu felt something poking at the back of her neck. She turned slightly, and saw Ikuto using his nose to nudge her neck.
She couldn't help but smile the tiniest bit.
"W-What?" She asked, her cheeks pinkening. Ikuto pulled back and smirked.
"This," He said, and he kissed her.
The two of them continued with that, until they heard a door downstairs slam closed.
"We're hoooome!" An excited little voice was heard screaming. Amu quickly pulled away, her cheeks redder than ever.
"A-Ami … " She mumbled. "and my parents. So … uh … you should … go now …"
Ikuto nodded as he stood up and headed for the balcony door.
"Yeah," He said, smirking. "But, just remember this : every time I nudged you was like saying I love you."
Amu felt herself blushing even more.
"Really … ?" She asked in wonder. "So you really said it… WAIT, WHAT?!"
But it was too late. Ikuto was already gone. Amu was left by herself in her room.
Still, she couldn't help but smile as she thought about it some more.
So he really does love me …
Still smiling, Amu crawled back onto her bed and opened up her laptop. After a few minutes of doing nothing useful, she got an IM.
Ikuto Tsukiyomi : You have just been sent a nudge .
Personally , I liked the beginning , but not the ending .__. Oh well .
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