Helloooooo everyoneee!
I had a small writers block on this chapter and had no idea what to write
On Thursday I tried to write but I couldn't think of anything. I was staring at the screen going aaahhhh!
Yeah, well here it is
Please enjoy!
Rima had said that Ikuto only came to school once in a while. Apparently, he hardly came at all. So I doubted that he'd be there today. I really didn't want to come in contact with that conceited singer. My opinion of him had slightly changed about him since yesterday. Rima was wondering why I wasn't talking about him. She seemed to think that I had become one of his fans. She was so wrong. We were at the lunch hall eating cafeteria food in silence. Rima sighed as she finished her drink.
"Amu, what's with you not talking?" she asked me.
I looked at her; I had been so caught up in thinking of Ikuto I had forgotten that Rima was actually here. OOPS. I gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry I was just thinking of something," I answered.
"About Ikuto?" she questioned.
I stared at her my mouth gaping, she smiled at me seeming to know she was right. I shook my head, why was I thinking about him? I hardly knew him; I'll probably never see him again. But why is it that when I think this I really want it to be false. Maybe I do want to see him. No, I don't, I really don't.
"No, I'm not thinking of him. I'm just thinking," I denied.
She raised her eyebrows seeing right through me. I really can't hide it, can I? Rima bent down and roamed in her bag as she found her IPOD and took it out and passed it to me. I looked at her wondering what she was doing.
"You haven't heard him yet have you. Listen to this song, it's called Hesitate," she said pointing to the IPOD.
I put the earphones in as I waited for the song to start. There was an instrumental of Ikuto playing his violin, it sounded very beautiful. He stopped playing his violin and now I could hear a guitar and drums in the background. He finally started singing.
You always wonder
Why things can't go right for you
You hesitate
But you can't look back
"Hey Amu, what you listening too,"
The earphones were suddenly plucked out of my ears as I turned around to see Ikuto listening to his own song. He grinned realising it was him I was listening too. He put the IPOD back on the table as he leaned into me.
"So you like listening to my voice, huh?" he whispered into my ear.
I bounced up in surprise as he snickered at me. Rima picked up her IPOD as she watched Ikuto dreamily. What Ikuto hadn't noticed was that his fan girls who were in the room were coming right about now...
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto!" a girl screamed as she and many others ran to Ikuto like he was a God. Well he is to them, a god of singing.
Ikuto didn't want to run into fan girls, he had a hard time trying to get away from the paparazzi the day before, he had to get away. He smirked as he suddenly grabbed me by the wrist and sped off away from the fan girls with me lagging behind him. He was laughing madly as I watched him, he had a lovely laugh. What am I thinking, ugh. We finally stopped running as we both tried to catch our breath back. I took a deep breath and looked around me, we were standing in the school field, right under the shade of a tree. I looked up at the few brown petals that hadn't fallen to the ground. Ikuto sighed as he collapsed on the ground leaning onto the tree.
"I'm really getting tired of them, I can hardly come to school because of them!" he exclaimed.
I sat beside him as he looked up at the sky. Today was a much better day than yesterday, but it was still cold. There was a little blue but most of the sky was covered by vast clouds.
"I thought you would like having so many fans," I said.
He looked at me and shrugged. He didn't seem to want to answer that question. He was popular but he'd rather play his music and sing without the screaming fan girls following him. But he couldn't prevent that. I sighed as I dug in my bag for my own IPOD. I switched it on as I leaned back. Ikuto looked at the IPOD seeing what sung I was listening too. He took his violin out as I watched him. What was he doing?
"She will be loved by Maroon 5? I can play that," he said as he got ready to play.
Suddenly a beautiful sound came from the violin as he started to play. I watched him mesmerised. He was exceedingly good, I wasn't surprised that he was so famous. He stopped suddenly and stared at me.
"Go on, sing," he said nudging me.
I stared at him in disbelief. Me sing? You must be joking. I shook my head not wanting to even hum the song.
"No, I'd rather not,"
Ikuto looked right into my eyes a pleading look on his face. Damn, so irresistible. I sighed giving in.
"Fine,"
He smiled as he started to play again. Here goes...
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times
But somehow I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Ikuto suddenly stopped playing as he stared at me in astonishment. I stopped singing and stared back at him wondering why he was looking at me in that way.
"Wow," he said fascinated, "You can actually sing,"
It slightly annoyed me a little, he was saying it in a way that sounded like he didn't think I could sing in the first place. I knew I could sing, I just didn't like it. He put the violin back in its case and smirked at me.
"Stop it," I demanded but he was still looking at me weirdly.
He smirked again as I jumped up and walked away. I heard him laugh again as he grabbed me by the arm and pinned me to the tree. He looked down at me right into my eyes making my heart thump loudly.
He leaned into me and whispered, "I've taken interest in you, Amu-chan,"
End of Chapter
I do not own Shugo chara, Peach Pit does, k?
I don't own She will be loved either as you already know that's owned by Maroon 5
I really love that song...
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