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Chapter 19: Ice-Cream Turns to the Dark Side….

He chuckled, "I'll give you that…"

I grinned like an idiot at the fact that I had beaten Ikuto at something. I was back to my normal self. Yes! I don't have to think like Tadase-kun anymore!!

"So are we going to play or what?" Ikuto asked.

"Or what? What?" I asked confused. What was he talking about again?

"What?" "What?" we asked each other.

He sighed heavily and said, "you said you wanted to play air hockey? Remember?" he reminded me.

"Oh yeah!!! That! Well um, you see…I only wanted to come here, to the arcade, to win at something! And then I realized that I had already won your heart, so um, yeah, we can go where you want to go now." I answered as-a-matter-of- factly.

Ikuto let out another harsh sigh and then wrapped an arm around me, "Well, wherever I want to go?" He was emphatic on the word 'wherever'.

"PERV!" I screamed. To our good luck (tehe), we were still in the arcade. All eyes fell upon me, the girl with pink bubbly hair yelling at a senior in high school with amazingly good looking features.

I think everyone was either thinking, 'boyfriend girlfriend troubles', 'stalker', or 'wow…they have some weird colored hair..' but whichever it was, it made me uncomfortable. 'Cool and Spicy' Amu doesn't lie being watched or stared at.

"Um..Ikuto let's go." I said tugging on his hand walking out of the arcade.

We started walking headed for God knows where.

"Someone made a scene at the arcade.." Ikuto said, obviously implying myself.

"Well, you were just being a big pervert." I mumbled back to him.

"Well now, I'm your pervert! And you did say wherever" he emphasized 'wherever' yet again. He was probably hoping for me to have another little outburst.

"Hmmm…" I nodded.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and pulled me over to an ice-cream stand. "Ice-cream?" he asked.

"Umm..sure why not?" I answered. A little ice-cream wouldn't hurt. OH BOY WAS I WRONG!

I got a strawberry ice-cream cone and Ikuto got chocolate. Being the big clumsy klutz I am, I drop mine on my blouse.

"Ahh!! No my shirt!!" I screeched.

" ooo that's not good." Ikuto replied seeming amused by the whole show.

"Ikuto it's not funny!"

"Who said I was laughing?"

"Ughh what am I going to do now? I can't walk around with a sticky strawberry flavored shirt on."

Ikuto pulled off his cuffed shirt and gave it to me. (He still had a t-shirt on ppl!) "Here, wear this." He handed it to me.

"Um… are you sure? I'm sure it looks better on you." I conjured trying to make myself look polite.

"Well, of course it LOOKS better on me, but I think you need it more than I do." Ikuto smirked.

"Hmph! Well, the next time you get ice cream on your shirt and I offer something of mine, we'll see who it looks better on!"

"Or if it even fits…you're not exactly my size."

"And who said I was your size?!"

"You'd still FIT in my clothes. Now hurry and go change." Ikuto pestered.

I ran into a public bathroom and switched shirts. I walked out of the stall and checked myself in the mirror. I blushed at the fact that I was wearing Ikuto's shirt. I can't believe it. The shirt barely covered the bottom of my shorts. Oh great, now people are going to think I'm not wearing any shorts. I sort of rolled up the shirt to show the hem of my shorts, to make it look like I wasn't bizarre. (…well she is to begin with, but it's ok) I walked out of the bathroom carrying my stained shirt on my forearm with me.

"You see, you do FIT in my clothes." Ikuto pressed on with the old topic.

I changed it by saying, "Whatever, thanks for letting me use your shirt."

"No problem, but you have to pay your bill for it."

"What bill?"

"One kiss…"

I felt my cheeks grow warm. The whole 'dating Ikuto' thing still hadn't fully registered in my mind. Kiss him! I wanted to think of him as a perv, but kissing your boyfriend is extremely normal!

"ummm…I-I…ok.." I stuttered and gave in.

He brought his head down and kissed me fully, bringing me closer to his with every passing second. I felt like everyone in the park (they're in a park btw …. ) was staring at us and paying close attention to us as if they were going to run off and tell all of their friends about the two crazy people kissing in the park earlier today. Ikuto finally broke away, after what felt like hours but it still wasn't enough, and retrieved my hand yet again as we continued our little stroll in the park.

"Hey, Ikuto." I said.

"Yeah?"
"You sure do come to the park a lot don't you?"

"Well, yeah, why do you ask?"

"I don' t know. I just always hear you playing your violin here at night."

"Were you stalking me?"

"N-No! I just…I just….I just happen to be at the park at the same time you are and hear you!" I defended myself. How does he ALWAYS find a question that puts me on the spot?

"Mhm..sure Amu, sure." He was mocking me…for sure.

"I wasn't really!"

"I believe you." He still had that glint of sarcasm in his voice that made it seem like I was the liar and I was at fault here.

"Truly, I wasn't!" I was getting mad now.

"And I said I believed you." His cool voice was nerve wrecking. I just dropped the subject. It seems like I have been dating Ikuto for a really long time, yet it's only been a couple of days.

"In deep pondering state yet again?" Ikuto snapped my thoughts.

"Yeah yeah, I know you're going to say…'you really need a therapist blah blah blah!' " I finished for him.

"Well I was going to choose the word psychiatrist now, but therapist works too. I think therapist is a bit too mellow for you. You need someone more hard-core and in-depth, like a psychiatrist. Someone who gets straight into your mind." He answered, smartly. Ikuto!!! Why do you ALWAYS have a smart answer? What were your grades in school!? Straight A+'s? This is crazy!

I just came straight out and asked my interrogatives, "Ikuto, what were your grades in school? You seem really smart."

"Why do you want to know?" Ikuto asked. He's right. I really don't have the NEED to know but I WANT to know.

"Cause you always give my smart answers which really piss me off."

"Let's just say I've been on the Dean's List for every semester." Ikuto answered, making it sound like it wasn't a very big deal.

HOLY CRAP! DEAN'S LIST FOR EVERYYY SEMESTER? THAT'S MAD CRAZY!!! WHAT'S HE GOING TO SAY NEXT? 'I'm captain of the football team'?

"I kind of have to keep my grades up if I want to stay captain of the football team." Ikuto added.

"WHAT?!!" It's just as I thought….Ikuto is perfect….perfect pervy Ikuto.

"Yeah…it's no big deal really. I'd rather be a lot like Yoru and just be a free alley cat."

"Well, he IS your chara…your would-be-self." I answered feeling proud of my answer…I felt smart.

"Yeah, he's my would-be-self, but my would be self isn't me yet." He answered back.

My smart answer was shattered by an even smarter one. Ikuto….

"Oooo!! Look a fountain with an elephant statue on it!" I pointed and went to go make a wish in it.

End Chapter 19

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