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Chapter 9: Cooking Disaster

"Ikuto! Look what you made me do!" I screeched at the blue-haired older teen whom at the time was supressing a laughter.

"Hey, don't blame me for this. You're the one who got burnt."

"But you were the one who hugged me!"

"So, who says you need to accept my hug?"

Why must he never accept his own mistakes. Wait, it WAS his fault right? Well, either way, I'm going with, 'it's his fault'.

"Who says you needed to hug me in the first place?" I said back satisfied and proud of my question-like answer.

"I did, now who says you needed to accept the hug to begin with?" Ikuto smirked slightly.

"You know what… we can go on forver with this argument." I said as I turned around.

One problem… I STILL hadn't put out the burning food and it started into a small blaze.

"Gah! Hurry and get the fire extinguisher!" I yelled to Ikuto. Quick thinking. He was already putting out the fire and all that was left was the ashes of food. God only knows what it was to begin with.

I sighed and sat on the couch drooping down in a sluggish manner. There's no way I can cook something nice up now! It's already 10:45! Ugh! Only and hour and 45 minutes left until they get home.

"You know… you still have time to cook something." Ikuto said kneeling in front of me.

"Oh yeah? And how's that, there's only an hour and 15 minutes left." I uttered my very thoughts.

"Do you really think I'd just stand here and WATCH you cook? I'll help you of course." Ikuto said with a real smile. Ahhh he's soooo cute when he actually smiles! I wish he does that more often.

Ikuto held out his hand and I graciously took it, heading towards the kitchen ready to make a scrumptious lunch!

Hm….this is really weird. The magazine I was reading yesterday said that cooking together is VERY romantic. Does this mean what I think it means? Are Ikuto and I… a couple? I mean, we kissed last night, but, still….I don't think we are…. Are we?

"Thinking about something interesting eh Amu?" Ikuto asked while separating eggs. (haha, the thought of Ikuto separating eggs)

I blushed thinking that he knew about my thoughts. "Um no of course not!" I retorted.

After an hour had passed, there was an extravagant lunch qaintly arranged upon the dining room table. You looked at the table with astonishment and self-pride. Who knew that Ikuto could cook, nonetheless cook such a wonderful lunch?

"Ikuto?" I looked up at him.

"Hm?" he answered.

"I didn't know you could cook. Did you learn anywhere?"

"Is that any of your business…?"

"Well…. You did sneak into my house, practically burn my house down, and forced me to get a burn." I said said satisfied with my answer, and this time, it was 100% true… I think.

"Fair enough." He took my hand and led me up to my room.

"Um, anywhere in particular that we are going?" I asked a bit confused.

"The park." He answered boredly as he picked me up and flew out of the balcony shutting the glass sliding door on his way out.

"What! My parents are going to be home in like a half an hour!" I yelled struggling to get out of his grasp.

"I'm not so sure you'd want to do that." He said commenting on me trying to get out of his arms.

I looked down only to see that we were flying from the roofs of buildings and if I fell…..ooo that would NOT be a pretty sight. My phone rang as Ikuto put us down on the roof of a VERY tall skyscraper. Oh, and I'm afraid of heights might I add. Just lovely. I picked up my phone:

"Hello?" I answered.

"Amu-chan!" Mama's voice echoed through the phone as Ikuto heard who is was.

"Mama? Is something wrong?" I asked immidiately becoming scared.

"No! No! Everything's fine! We just wanted to let you know that we'll be home around 1:00 in the afternoon. We told you noon so we just wanted to tell you."

"Oh ok."

"Well then I'll be seeing you…. Oh and Ami wants to let you know that she did 'gweat!' in her recital!"

"Splendid. Bye"

"Bye" and she hung up the phone and so did I.

"Well?" Ikuto asked wanted to know what the phone call was about. Ugh, why does he ask? He probably listened to the phone call anyways. There's no point in ASKING what it was about.

"Well what?" I asked oblivious.

"Why did your mother call?" Ikuto persisted.

"Oh, they're going to be home an hour late."

"Perfect. More time with my blushing strawberry."

"What! I DO NOT blush!" I said a blush creeping across my face…-__-

"You're blushing right now." He said making me blush even redder.

"I am not! It's just too hot outside!"

"What does the weather have to do with the color of your face? I know you are not sunburnt so what?"

"The warm weather makes my face go red."

"The WARM WEATHER didn't seem to make your face go red yesterday. And plus… you blush A LOT INSIDE A BUILDING too…"

"I do not blush…"

Ikuto sighed, bent down to my level and placed his lips next to my ear, and whispered, "still think you're not contradictory?"

So, there we were. A fifteen year old and an eighteen year old, on the top of a building, a very high building, arguing like we were a couple. Ikuto kept sending me mixed signals. Does he like me or not? Do I LIKE HIM or NOT? Are we a couple? Life is so crazy right now, but I love it so much!

End Chapter 9

Sorry I didn't update for a while. I was at a friend's and I had a test in EVERY subject this past week, yes… including gym. But I lOVE every single one of your comments. I'm seriously not lying when I say they make me smile.

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