Author: Thanks for the reviews! I will try to make this chapter longer than usual, but knowing me, It will probably end up the same length as always...
Ikuto: I HOPE YOU ALL VOTED ON THE AUTHORS POLL ON THEIR PROFILE FOR THE STORY PERVERETD LITTLE KITTY! I would really like that story...
Amu: (Face palm) I bet you would...
I knew Ikuto would be smirking after that little comment of mine.
Utau looked absently out the window. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Common, Su, Miki, Ran! Our shuttle to the hotel just pulled in!"
They hurried off with their bags to the shuttle.
Now it was just Kiseki, Yoru, Kukai, Ikuto, and I. In other words, I was the only girl here.
Minutes later, Kiseki, Yoru, and Kukai's shuttle arrived. They also hurried out the automatic sliding glass doors to the shuttle.
Minutes of silence passed. Our shuttle must be caught in traffic or something. I sighed, and looked over to Ikuto.
He was facing the opposite direction from me, and he was zoning out. For a moment I almost thought he was sleeping.
Crossing my arms, I went into my own little world and began to think. Tonight... Lets just say that it is going to be extremely awkward.
I tried picturing Ikuto and I sleeping in the same room, completely alone. Blush crept up my cheeks. It's not like we are going to do anything like that...
I shook my head wildly. Gosh Amu! Stop thinking these things! You must be turning into a pervert like Ikuto...
"Umm... Amu? What are you doing...?"
I lurched back into reality and out of my little world of thinking. Ikuto was looking at me with a eye brow raised, and an amused expression.
"I- I'm not doing anything!" I insisted.
Ikuto held back a laugh. "Yes yes. You better not be thinking about perverted things about me, Amu."
When he saw the look on my face, he raised both eye brows with a grin. "So you were thinking perverted things, huh?"
I gawked at him. Is he psychic or something?
"Speaking of which, you better not try anything in the hotel tonight!" I hissed.
Ikuto rolled his eyes. "I wont. I promise to be... Somewhat of a gentleman."
"A perverted gentleman." I grumbled.
He chuckled at my little remark.
A few more minutes passed of me looking out the window waiting for the shuttle, until finally, a small, dark blue shuttle smoothly parked at the front at the drop off/pickup area outside.
"Common, Ikuto." I tugged on the sleeve of his black sweatshirt.
He followed me outside to the shuttle. A foreign man who obviously wasn't Japanese took our bags and heaved them into the back of the shuttle. Ikuto and I climbed into the shuttle and sat on the seats, and sat in the very back so we could have a bit of privacy.
It wasn't a surprise that we were the only ones in the shuttle, after all, it was 11:00, and most people would probably already be at where they were supposed to be at this hour of night.
The ride was silent, since the driver of the shuttle had earphones on. And since we were in the very back of the shuttle, it was like the driver wasn't even there.
I was zoning out like Ikuto had been doing earlier, thinking about how awkward it will be tonight.
I was broken out of the daze when I felt something warm on my hand.
In confusion, I look down at my hand. Sure enough, Ikuto's hand was resting on top of mine.
Blushing slightly, I looked over to him. He was looking at me with a soft grin, and I honestly couldn't tell whether he was being romantic or teasing me.
"W-What are you looking at?" I demanded quietly. And more softly then before, I demanded, "And why did you hold my hand?"
He smirked. "Am I not allowed to look at you?"
I huffed. "Nope."
"And am I not allowed to hold your hand?"
"Nope."
"Well..." Ikuto stated. "I will anyways..."
He put his hand on top of mine. I didn't pull away, but instead, I looked out the window of the shuttle.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the shuttle halted to a stop. I pulled my hand away from Ikuto's and climbed out of the car.
The driver of the shuttle came out from his side and got our bags for us out of the back of the shuttle. He offered us a somewhat polite smile, and I handed him a small tip before grabbing my bag.
The driver of the shuttle got back in the shuttle, and drove away, and then Ikuto and I took a look at the hotel we would be staying at.
It was a decent hotel, nothing fancy, but it wasn't bad either thankfully. We headed inside and automatic doors.
The inside was nicely decorated, with many paintings and couches that looked inviting, but the room was void of people.
I walked up to the counter with Ikuto. A small woman stood behind the counter. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to care about two teens booking a room together. He paid her, and she gave us a key.
We had to walk for a while to reach our room. After about 5 minutes, we reached the room.
Ikuto unlocked it, and we went inside.
The room was tiny. There was one burgundy chair at the right corner of the room, and there were a few paintings on the wall, but that was it for decorations.
And finally, there was a door at the left corner of the room, which probably leaded to the bathroom.
And did I mention? There was only one bed. ONE BED!
Once I realized there was only one bed, I became horrified. Ikuto and I will have to share a bed!
I was hoping that there would at least be a small couch that I could sleep on while Ikuto slept in the bed, but apparently my luck was the same as usual.
"I'm- uh- I'm going to get dressed." I announced, and I headed into the bathroom with my bag.
"I'm going to get dressed out here while you are in there, alright?" Ikuto called to me.
"Okay."
As soon as I closed the door, reality dawned on me.
I'm fu*ked.
I pulled my pj's out. They were just a simple long, gray shirt with no designs and matching gray sweatpants. Nothing too showy.
I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair a little bit, before opening the door.
What was outside the door was what I was at least expecting.
Ikuto was standing there, without a shirt, and with at first glance appeared to be black boxers but were actually shorts.
I stood there, gawking. When Ikuto noticed my staring he raised an eyebrow slightly and smirked. "It's nice that you are checking me out in all, but I need to go use the bathroom."
In took a few moments for my brain to process the insanity of the situation. "W-W-Why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt!" I demanded.
He grinned. "Am I... Distracting?"
I sighed. "Very much so."
He laughed, before heading in to the bathroom.
"And don't forget to put a shirt on!" I called to him. "You are very distracting." I held back a laugh on the last remark.
But of course, Ikuto didn't listen to me. When he came out, he was still in his black shorts.
"Didn't you tell me earlier that you were going to be a gentleman earlier?" I asked with a slight grin.
Ikuto smirked. "I said 'somewhat' of a gentleman..."
I ignored him. "Well, gentleman should not be shirtless around ladies."
"Remember what you said earlier? You called me a perverted gentleman. That's exactly what I am..."
I rolled my eyes, while climbing into the bed. "Right..."
Ikuto followed after me. The bed was queen sized, so there wasn't much room in between us.
Ikuto turned off the lights, but we could still see each other faintly because the street lights outside streamed their light through the window.
I faced the other direction from him, trying to keep calm. Ikuto is not here. He is not here. He is not here, in the same bed with me, alone, and in the middle of the night. He is not in the same bed with me with his small shorts on without a shirt...
I mentally slapped myself. Here I go again, thinking about him. He really is distracting...
"Amu..." Ikuto purred. I felt his warm breath on my neck.
I literally almost screamed. I didn't expect him to be so close. He is making it pretty hard to pretend he is not there...
"What?" I asked.
He tried rolling me over to face him, but I stayed put firmly, facing away from him. There is no way in hell I will face his direction and look him in the face. That would just make it 2000 times more awkward than it already is.
Eventually, Ikuto rolled me over, and forced me to look him in the face.
I was blushing a bit, but slightly annoyed at how pushy he was being. "What?" I asked.
He looked me straight in the eye, with no waver or stutter in his words. "How do you feel about me?"
That question startled me.
In truth, I didn't know what to say. How do I feel about him? I've never really thought about it.
Ikuto was waiting for my answer, but I didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, Ikuto." I murmured. "But honestly, I don't know."
Ikuto didn't say anything. I couldn't tell if he was fine by this or if he was upset.
I began to stammer over my words. "B-B- B- But, I- I will t-think about i- it and I promise t-that I will have t-the answer s-soon."
I saw him smile in the dark, and I put up my facade. "T-there! Are you happy now?"
"Yes. But..." He stated firmly. "I don't intend to let you forget about me. Not now. Now ever." He moved on top of me, and I began to blush.
"G-Get off... This is embarrassing!" I stammered, trying to roll Ikuto off onto the floor.
At first I thought Ikuto was listening to me for once, but as he started to crawl off of me, he kissed my neck, leaving a small mark.
"H-hey! Why did you do that!?"
Ikuto chuckled. "I'm just marking my territory."
"I'm not your property!" I hissed.
"You will be soon."
I gawked at his last comment, and I tried to comprehend how he can be so shameless sometimes.
What a day.
Author: That was a long chapter. For me, at least.
Ikuto: Ah, that was fun... heh heh.