CHAPTER 44

Why Not?

AMU POV

Finally in my second year in college. I never thought I would get this far. Stepping foot in a life where parents are no longer watching your every turn is scary at first. I missed my folks breathing on my neck about studying and safety. I let that sink in my head in my freshman year of college.

I didn't socialize with anyone in school. I think I watched too much ID shows of people getting kidnapped and murdered. People are scary, you know. After school, I head to chill my friends from my high school years. We never made an option to loose contact and go in our separate ways.

Yesterday, I met with Rima. She finally came to town. She's a model now and Nagi and Nade following right behind her. Nagi is a fashion designer whose in training. Rima wouldn't wear anyone clothes unless it's Nagi's. So Rima drags him around with her. Somehow, Nade followed them. I guessed she loves traveling with the two. The three went around the world for heaven sakes.

Yaya is take the culinary career. She's planning on making her own shop of taste pastries and appetizers. She's so adorable. She always was the cute girl. I see her here and then. We usually hang out on her balcony drinking tea or coffee babbling about our lives.

Tadase is study in the same school as me. I don't get to talk to him as much since there's awfully a lot of girls circling him like a paparazzi everyday. When I do get to talk to him, the atmosphere grows awkwardly weird between us two. Our conversation always end boring and strange. We lost our connection. We use to be tight-Well friends back then.

I guess when you grow up and live the adult life, things dramatically changes. Even if we all try to come back together things come between us all.

The career choice I choose is being an artist. I love painting. I first thought about being a doctor or nurse. Then I found out in one of the nurse slash doctor summer classes that it takes a lot of guts to help people in situations that will scar you for life. I fainted when they gave the class a tour during a surgery. It was nothing like television. Trust me.

As I was saying, I love art. From day one, I empresses my teaches and vice versa. I loved them supporting me and instructing me at getting better at my sketches and paintings. Freshman year was boring because we barely did anything. We sketched and stuff but mainly wrote notes. Boorrriiinnnggg!

Now my sophomore year, I get to play with the paints and other utensils. Yeah!

Today is Friday and I usually stay in an empty class room till the night class comes in at seven. I always leave a sign on the door notifying that I'm here before someone burst in. I hate when a sudden burst interrupts me. And I loose all my concentration.

I sat in the very corner with a large canvas in front of me, my palette in one hand and a paint brush on the other. My pink hair is chopped off in a bob with swept bangs to the side. The right side of my hair is the length of my chin as the other side is to my jaw.

Since I'm painting and in school, I usually wear my short hair up on to the top of my head in a small pony and wear a hair band to move back my baby hair and rebellious hair of my bang off of my face.

I choose my clothes carefully when I paint alone on Fridays because I get carried away and make a mess on my clothes than on the floor. I wore my button up blouse that can't even fit my petite body. It reached over my knees. And under neath the blouse is my thin tight short shorts. I be changing in the room before I get down painting. Not appropriate, I know, that's why I have extra clothes in my bad to change into when I'm done.

"Shit." I messed up one this man's abs.

"Looks nice." I thought I was alone. I didn't hear the or cleaned open or anything. I turned slowly around to see a man right next to me analyzing my work that's still in need of progress.

I didn't say nothing. I mean, I couldn't say nothing to this man. Right next to me was no one other than Ikuto.

I forgot to mention is goes here studying... Voilin? I guess.

"You missed a spo-" His hand reached out towards the canvas. Before he can touch it, my hand immediately stops his huge ones. I hate when people touch my work. It's an artist rule to not touch others work anyway.

"Oh, my bad. I didn't mean to provoke you or anything." He breathed out a light amusement laugh through his nostrils. He stood back behind me.

My painting hand raises and dapped on the stomach of the man I'm painting. Do you know how nervous I am?! My hand wouldn't stop shaking. I blamed it on my one and only audience that's right beside me. After minutes passed, he moved. I thought he left but instead, he grabbed a chair right next to me and stared some more at the painting.

It was kind of cute. Just us two enjoying the silence.

I sneaked glance at him when I mixed paint on the palette. He still looked the same since high school. I notice one thing different. There was a tattoo on his forearm and the right side of his head seemed to be shaved off earlier but grew back.

How can someone ignore how hot this guy look now? Why do girls find hot guys attractive anyway!? Like the guy look total bad ass here.

"Are you sure you want to mix green?" A smirked tugged his lips. I looked down to see I was going to paint my man's stomach green. Thank The Lord that I didn't touch the canvas. I would of died.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"You're welcome. Since I saved your life, let's have a late drink." Woah. Woah there. Where is this becoming to? I looked at him with confusion on my face.

"I don't drink. And I have to head to my apartment." I moved out during freshman summer vacation to live closer to here. And I hate drinking. One time the girls and I went out drinking after graduation. I regret that horrible day.

"I was referring to tea or coffee." He said. My face heated up. Me and my mouth.

"Ummm." I looked at the wall clock. Six forty seven. I should pack up now. I stood up and start cleaning. Ikuto helped me out by cleaning the utensils. I didn't ask him to but he did.

"I would like to take you out but I don't want to walk with someone dressed like this." He pointed out. I laughed. I pointed out my pair of clothes bag. He rolled his eyes with a light smile knowing that he made an mistake.

"I'll wait for you outside."

"Who said I'm coming with you?" I turned around to see his smirk. He's so hot.

"Says the one with pink panties."

"Pin-"

He left.

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"I'm not riding on that."

"Why not?"

"It's dangerous." I said. I looked right beside us. His ride and die transportation. His baby. His go here and there ride. His bike. His motorcycle.

"I got you." He plopped his helmet on her. It was huge. It's like wearing a cut up watermelon on her head. Inside smelled like shampoo. I couldn't describe the smell because it was mysteriously smelled good.

"Hop on." He swung his leg over the bike and sat on the seat, starting the motorcycle up. I nervously did the same thing. I sat right behind him, holding his waist dearly.

"Around the waist." My arms fasten around his lean waist. The bike roared as he jerked the handles and we drove down the street. We first made a stop to my place to drop off my painting stuff and books. He didn't mind.

We stopped by a small shop. He parked right next to it. We got off the bike and he helped me take off the helmet.

We entered the shop and it was a small bakery. The first thing That came to me was the smell of bread and sweets. So relaxing. Funny how it's open around eight o'clock. Like what bakery still be open at this time!?

Before anything, we chatted about non sense and classes. We then order some sweets and green tea. After that, we went right back to talking.

"Why did you bring me here?" I slurped my tea.

"I would like to start something new." He bites his takiyaki tail. I didn't like the way he said this. I don't let any guy play with my heart. Even if I did liked Ikuto in high school. I don't know. But I still think he's hot.

"What do you mean? I'm not some girl to-"

"No, no, no. I don't fool around. I want to settle down and have a good time."

"That sounds wrong." I bite into my cookie.

"I know but I want to get to know you."

"Me?"

"Why not?" He winked. A blush formed a crossed my face. I guess it's time for me to settle down then. I've been dreaming for a day like this. Being with a hot guy.

"Why not." I smiled.

He's hot. So why not!?

MDKAT: I appreciated for those enjoyed my crappy grammar story. I didn't realized how much people liked this till I went back to check the lovely reviews and support from others. The reviews almost made me cry. LOL! I'm sorry that this have to end like this. I didn't know what you want out of me. Thanks again.