I sat at the table, my arms crossed over my chest. Across from me was Ami who stared at the table filled with food. And I mean FILLED. Every sort of breakfast you can imagine was sitting on that table today and all Ami did was stare.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I snapped out.

Ami slowly lifted her head then tilted it to the side.

"It's not like I can anyways," she mumbled putting the toast away.

Sighing, I looked at the food again and then completely regretted snapping at her. She was right, she couldn't eat the food. The eggs were burnt completely. The toast had shriveled up into large pieces of coal. The French toast was totally soggy include the fact that I actually forgot to fry it. I had crushed the cereal and poured the milk in too early. The oatmeal was too bland and too bitter…it was also soggy. The bacon was burnt. The fruit wasn't even ripe. And this was only the beginning.

Ami examined her milk cautiously then smelt it. How the hell would I mess up something as basic as pouring milk into a cup? As soon as she smelt it, she slammed the cup back down on the table.

"What now?"

"Amu, you poured lemon juice into the milk! That's disgusting, not to mention the fact that it'll make me sick!"

Sighing, I got up and fetched my bag.

"Come on, I'll go buy you some breakfast."

"Good, because I'm starving."

We both got into the car and drove to me and Ami's favorite donut shop: Golden Curls. The shop was small but it was absolutely beautiful. It looked like a small cottage surrounded my Sakura trees and dozens and hundreds of flowers. When we walked through the glass door, a small bell rang and the cool sweet smelling breeze of bread welcomed us in graciously.

Standing at the counter was Edna, she was an American, but she was the best baker I knew by far. She was a graying lady, with small curls at the bottom of her hair. Her skin was starting to crease even more than it already was. To be blunt she looked fragile…that is until you look at her face. Piercing green eyes and the most devious smile any person could have.

"Oh ho ho, why if it isn't my three favorite little people."

The bell on the door rang again but I ignored. She said three, but there was only two of us here. The pity of old age.

"Edna, there's only two of in here," smiled Ami.

"Girly, I may be old but I haven't gone blind."

Ami giggled and I smiled.

"Would you three like the usual? Ami you want a solid chocolate donut along with the donut balls, and a glazed braided donut."

"Yeah."

"Amu you want a jelly filled donut, a custard filled donut, and a lemon filled donut."

"Yes please."

"And my handsome Ikuto, you want the special chocolate jelly filled donut along with a custard filled one. Oh, I'm adding a coffee flavored one too, you looked tired."

"Thanks."

I snapped my head around and looked at Ikuto. His hair looked like it hadn't even been brushed. He had on a navy tee with faded jeans that were hung loose on his hips along with brown sandals. When he caught my eye, he turned away. However, Edna hadn't started cooking yet, she had been watching us.

"You guys know each other?" she smiled.

"YES!" exclaimed Ami.

Damn it, I hadn't told her about what had happened yesterday.

"Well you three can share the table in the very back and talk."

"Edna, I have-

"Enough with the excuses missy, get your tiny tushy back there and eat. God knows if you even ate in the past month."

Ami and Ikuto snickered, while I groaned. We all sat down at the table. Ami right next to me…Ikuto in front of us. We sipped our coffee while Ami played with her hot cocoa.

"Why are you two so quiet?"

I shot a glare towards Ami's direction. Ikuto released a sigh.

"Ami, dearie, can you come help your precious grannie in the kitchen!"

"You're not my grandma Edna!" exclaimed Ami, already getting up.

"Doesn't mean I don't want to be! Now hurry back here!"

Amu raced to the back kitchen, leaving Ikuto and I just sitting there.

"Amu I need to tell you something."

"…"

"Aren't you going to answer?"

"…You didn't seem to want to talk to me yesterday. Though that's understandable since I'm just a person who's confused about her own feelings," I snapped out.

"I know I feel like an ass-

"Like an ass. Please Ikuto that's an understatement. Calling yourself an ass is like a murderer saying he's sorry for 'accidentally' killing someone."

"I'm sorry."

"Douche."

"Harsh much?"

"Really, because I thought you deserved it."

"You're really-

"Great you two are finally talking!" smiled Edna walking back with our breakfast. "Young Ami here told me there was some tension between the two of you."

"Did she now," I said between clenched teeth.

"How old are the two of you again."

"21."

"28."

We both shot each other a look.

"I thought you were a year younger!" we both exclaimed at the same time.

"When was your birthday?" I asked.

"December 1."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Like I could've told someone who was in a coma. What about you?"

"September 24."

"Oh."

After that the three of us ate our donuts quietly.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Ikuto POV

After Amu left I was going to take a sigh of relief until Ami bombarded me with questions.

"I'm not going to bother asking what happened, but you'd better do something to make it up."

"Uh…"

"Oh yeah, I'm already envisioning it. Moonlit walk on the beach, hand in hand. Amu in a flowing flowered skirt holding her sandals in one hand and you leading her to a surprise picnic."

"Pretty good, except for the fact that I'm not romantic. Not at all, I'm more like 'Hey lets go to this fancy restaurant. Price – no limit',"

"That is so lame. I mean really what about that little kiss you and Amu had on Christmas."

"She kissed me, it was a gift."

"Two Christmas gifts, plus the fact you kissed her while she was in a coma."

"I- Wait how the hell did you know that?"

"Please, Amu may not tell but she hints things to Rima and Utau."

"Okay…that's creepy."

"Mhm, so what are you going to do?"

"Not sure, I've never really intentionally done something romantic. Can I take your beach idea?"

"Sure."

I sighed and let my shoulders slump when Amu walked back in and paid her tip to Edna.

"Amu, are you…free tonight?"

She stared at me like I was stupid.

"Yes, what do you want?"

Now Ami looked at her like she was stupid.

"A date," I choked out.

"Ami needs a babysitter."

"Ami is going to her friend's house today. Remember Sakura, yeah I'm going over I got approval from you yesterday."

I think I saw steam shoot out of Amu's head. And maybe, just maybe her head might have spun all the way around.

"Fine," she growled. "What time?"

"4."

"Come on Ami, let's go."

3:59 p.m.

Amu POV

"Ami what is this? This outfit is absurd!"

"Oh you wouldn't believe the absurdity even if you saw with your own eyes," she mumbled.

I ignored her and just when I was going to go up and wear something warmer the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Ikuto was standing there in white border shorts and blood red v-neck.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"…Yeah. Have fun Ami."

"Good luck Amu."

I frowned, groaned, and then cursed when Ami pushed me out the door. He led into his car. The ride to wherever the hell we were going to was quiet. I lived off this quietness because it helped me beat up Ikuto in my mind. Just because I'm talking with you, doesn't mean we're buddies again.

I pulled my laptop out of my bag and went on Tumblr. Yeah I had one of those. I scrolled over to directory and looked around till I found a blog that caught my eye. To My Husband it was called.

Interested I clicked on it and scrolled through. I found an interesting entry and forgetting Ikuto was in the car I read it out loud.

"Naming Our Offspring: No themes. No jokes. No bougie-ass attempts at something that will look trendy monogrammed onto a PBTeen beanbag chair.

Let's save Maddiesyn Selenagomez Leigh and Bonecrusher Jones for role-playing aliases."

"What?"

I looked at him, wiping the numerous tears away from my eyes.

"It's a blog," I said through my laughing hysteria.

"Uh-huh," he said slowing down. "We're here."

I looked up and immediately groaned…internally of course. We were at the beach. Yet no matter how beautiful it was, I wasn't a fan of water. There were reasons…many reasons.

Ikuto and I got out of the car and walked to the beach. I immediately regretted what Ami forced me to wear. Ikuto looked comfortable, I mean why wouldn't he? Shirt and shorts, how much more comfortable can that get? I on the other hand was wearing really tight shorts. Well they weren't like inappropriate tight, they fit I just couldn't move around easily. I also was wearing a navy tank top.

The beach was empty and it wasn't even 4:30 yet. Ikuto led me up to a shack and pulled out two surfing boards.

Oh hell no!

"You know how to surf right?"

"No."

"Even better, I'll teach you."

"Ikuto listen-

"Don't worry, you won't break a nail," he said with a chuckle. "I'll make sure you won't fall."

It was an obvious joke, though I don't know why it made my heart leap for joy. Shrugging it off, I followed him to the water. Don't you practice on sand first?

"Surfing gets pretty easy after you get into the water a few times. Okay so basics you should know. This is the nose of the board, it points down into the water obviously. A surfboard can float in the water, so it has kind of a central gravity. When you first start off, you're on your stomach on the board and then you should find your balance point. Now remember this, if you put too much weight on the back of the board, you're 'corking' it. If you do happen to do that, move forward until your board is even again."

"Are we standing up at this point?" I asked confused with all this information.

"No. Now you start paddling, one arm at a time though. Then you slowly get up like a push up but you're feet coming from under you. Your weight should be centered in the middle of the board. But don't stand straight up or you'll lose your balance. Stand in a fighting stance position…like a sumo, and then the rest is simple."

"Okay…"

"Now go change, you can't surf in that."

I walk back towards the shack and close the door behind me. I quickly change into my bikini. It's a navy and ruffled with white polka dots. It's quite warm at the beach in January. When I walk back out Ikuto is standing there in only his swimming shorts.

Gulping, I walk towards my board. Just about when I was going to get started, Ikuto grabs me by my shoulder and ties something black around my ankle and attaches it to my board.

"Beginners need this."

He starts out first, demonstrating what to do. I do the same. I lie on my stomach on the board causing me goose bumps. I paddle through the water and when I feel that I'm far enough I start to stand up. It's actually really hard, despite the fact that Ikuto made it look easy.

The water bobbed underneath the board already giving me hard time to stand up. I then slowly braced myself and stood up. And when I didn't fall I almost jumped up and shouted 'Horray!'

Almost.

I stand in the fighter's stance Ikuto was talking about and approach an oncoming wave. I go into it head on and when a little loop opens I enter it quickly. It was really neat actually. Being inside of a wave that is. Even better was the fact I could see the other side.

So I'm doing pretty well, and I'm almost about to get through when the wave ends up coming short and crashes right on top of me. I lose my footing and fall into the icy waters. Being completely submerged by water was scary, bringing every fear I had of the waters right back to me.

I heard shouting, but it was faint. I snap out of my trance and push myself up out of the water. Ikuto was paddling towards me frantically, a worried look on his face. He should be worried, it was his idea I do this after all.

"You okay? You were doing pretty well until that wave crashed you," he said with a frown.

"More or less. I'm going to try again."

So I start paddling again and start all over again. I enter the wave for what seemed like the tenth time, determined to get all the way through. That was my concern, while Ikuto did little flips and such.

Showoff I would think, then resume my focus. I keep my stance and ride the wave until I make it all the way through. I jump off my board and greet the waters with a victory hug…sort of.

"Did you see that?" I shouted to Ikuto who was paddling over towards me again.

"Yeah, good job."

"I know it was so-

Something cold and wet hit my skin – then another and another. I look up and see the dark sky…and rain.

"Fuck its raining?" cursed Ikuto.

I didn't answer, my teeth were already chattering. We both swam back quickly and carried our boards back to the shack. Once we hit land we carried our boards.

I was so cold I didn't even bother to turn around and see if Ikuto was coming or not. He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around. When my eyes met his for a brief moment, they were dark and misty – then his lips crashed onto mine.

His lips were warm and hungry, not like the soft kisses he did before. I dropped my board onto the sand and wrapped my hand around his neck; his hands went through my hair. My cold body felt like I had just lit it on fire and my heart and head were pounding a million beats a second.

When oxygen became a priority in our minds we separated.

"What was that for?"

He shrugged and picked up his board.

"Hurry up; you're going to catch a cold."

We left our boards outside and took shelter in the shack. It was pretty empty except for some ragged sheets and oversized t-shirts. I changed quickly and tied my wet hair into a tight bun. Ikuto was still in his swim shorts.

"Why aren't you changing?" I asked.

"I'm going to start my car."

I watched him run through the rain and in the meantime I placed the sheets on the cold wooden floor. In a few minutes, Ikuto came back with a scowl on his face and he was shouting curses.

"What's wrong?"

"Car's broken."

"Cell?"

"No. Fucking. Reception."

I struggled not to laugh, but I thought that'd only make his mood worse. When I sneezed, Ikuto shot me a look of concern.

"You cold?"

I nodded.

He sighed and wrapped a sheet around me.

"I'll be back with some wood. Let's see if I can make a fire."

He left again, and I just lay down on the floor. Rain pelted against the window making a drumming sound. Strangely I felt my eyes get foggy…and my eye lids became heavier.

Ikuto POV

This was the worst possible date ever. I thought as I rummaged through a pile of assorted wood. Once I had gathered an armful of wood, I walked back to the shack and kicked the door open. Even though it was pitch black, I could make out Amu's sleeping figure on the floor.

I made a ditch in the sand and tossed the wood in. Then I took out the match I used for my cigarettes and lit the wood on fire. I ran back outside and retrieved a couple boulders and placed it around the fire just in case.

Changing quickly, I checked the fire to make sure Amu didn't get singed in any way. I sat down next to her and brushed the bangs out of her face. She was so peaceful when she slept…wait. Was she shivering?

I looked at her again; she was trembling. Jumping up, I grabbed more of the sheets and put them on her. I then lifted her head and placed it on my lap while I leaned on the wall of the shack. I closed my eyes.

Was I in love?

Author's Notes

Hey Hey! So I cut this chapter short because I wanted to save some of Ikuto's rambling for the next chappie xD. Thanks for the reviews. To my reviewers: I love y'all! Haha. Okay so let's see if there's any worthy news? Hmmm…

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