Everything is Our Comparison
"You're my everything," Ikuto stated.
"No."
"Yes."
"You're MY everything. I love you more than a sunset on a beautiful summer day on the beach," Amu said.
"Well, I love you more than hot Hershey Sundae Pie from McDonald's," Ikuto argued.
"I love you more than a cool refrigerated Icee on a hot summer day."
"I already used hot summer day."
"WELL TOO BAD!"
Ikuto suddenly pulled Amu into his arms.
"I-Ikuto! Stupidnekobakahentai!"
"Why do you enjoy teasing me?" Ikuto asked, with mock sadness.
"Because~"
"That's not an answer," Ikuto rolled his eyes.
"Does it have to be?" Amu asked, pretending to be in deep thought.
"Yes."
"Well shit, Ikuto. I was trying to be deep and interesting!"
She shoved him away, sending him into a tree trunk.
"Ow."
Amu stuck her nose up. "Humph! What you deserve is what you get!"
"That was mean~!"
"You're 25, whining, and I'm 21, turning my nose up at you. What kind of man are you?" Amu stuck her tounge out.
"Yours."
"Well guess what?"
"What?"
"Ikuto's a butt."
"That was childish," He mocked.
"So? I can be childish if I want to. But just so know know, that wasn't childish. This is childish." She ruffled his perfectly combed hair and hid behind a tree.
"You know what you don't understand?"
"What, Ikuto?" Amu sighed.
"This might not make sense, but, I love you more than I love you, and I love you alot."
"I'm not playing this game anymore. Everything is our comparison."
How was it? So, I disappeared off the face of the earth...what can I say. I lost my inspiration, but gained it back again. More will come. Maybe not Tadamu. Maybe not Amuto. Maybe or maybe not Rimahiko. But more.