Morg: Heyo! This lovely title was submitted by Dancing Souls. Enjoy it!

~Plastic Cups are Evil~

Amu was at a party.

Rephrase.

Amu was at a party that she definitely didn't want to be at.

Why was she there?

Rima.

Amu needed better friends. Friends that didn't force her to attend parties that she had no inclination to attend otherwise. If Rima hadn't dragged her along then Amu wouldn't be squished in a sea of bodies. At some point, someone had shoved a red plastic cup of something in her hand. Amu didn't want it any more than she wanted to be at the party. There just wasn't anywhere for her to put it or leave it.

People started shuffling forwards. Amu had no idea where they were going or what was drawing them that way, but she wanted no part of it. So instead of going with the flow, she fought to move against the crowd and get free of all the bodies. Maybe if she could find a door, or even a window, she could get outside and somehow manage to escape.

It wasn't meant to be. The odds had stacked against her. Not only was she forced to attend the party, but someone had made her take a drink that she had no intention of drinking. On top of those two things, people were trying to push her in a direction she didn't want to go in. Like dominoes falling, all the events forced her into the situation she found herself in. Like those dominoes, her cup fell.

Amu was jolted by someone a little too impatient to just move with the crowd. Her arm was knocked and her cup slipped through her fingers. There was nothing that she could do but watch it fall.

And fall it did. The cup, the mystery liquid inside and her dignity. It all fell right onto Tsukiyomi Ikuto's shoes.

Amu stared at the mess on the floor before slowly looking up the length of Ikuto's lanky body to meet his gaze. For the school playboy, she'd expected to see anger in his eyes. Instead, there was just amusement. "Uhhhh."

"You should see your face. You look like someone died."

Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Amu tried to find words to say. There was just nothing coming to mind.

"Don't worry about it. They're just shoes. Just be more careful."

And then he was gone. He was gone and the crowd stopped pushing and Amu found a corner to stand in where she felt she could breathe.

Of course, that was exactly the moment that Rima reappeared.

"Take this! I can't drink any more or I'll fall over!"

With a trail of giggles, the girl was gone and her cup was in Amu's hand.

Frowning down at more mystery liquid, Amu sighed. She was not going to be able to catch a break. Really, all she wanted was to go home, take a shower and drink some milk before passing out. Her lovely night was not meant to be.

No, instead she was jostled again. Again! Parties were dangerous!

Amu was more than jostled. Someone had tried to do some sort of headstand trick behind someone off to her left. The trick made the guy fall over and knock people out of the way. One of those people hit Amu and she was forced to take several steps forwards in order to not fall on her face.

Those steps forwards just happened to put her directly into Ikuto's arms and her drink into his chest.

"For fuck's sake!"

Ikuto lifted an eyebrow as he looked down into golden eyes blinking up in him. It was a sight that brought a smirk to his lips despite the drink currently running through his shirt. "That's what I should say."

Pulling back, Amu looked into the empty cup before throwing it behind her. She was so done with everything. Plastic cups were evil. Parties were evil. Rima was evil. "Look, I'm sorry that that happened twice. How does that even happen? It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm sorry and that I'm getting the fuck out of here and going home since that is where I'd rather be."

Unaware of what he was doing until he was doing it, Ikuto shot out a hand and caught Amu's wrist. "Wait, I'll go with you."

Lifting an eyebrow, Amu glanced from the hand on her wrist up to the male that was holding onto her. "What."

Grimacing at himself, Ikuto shrugged as he dropped Amu's arm. "I don't really want to be here either. I'd rather go home. So let's leave together so no one thinks we're lame."

"You don't like parties?"

"Why did you ask it like that?"

"You're Tsukiyomi Ikuto!"

"I am aware of who I am."

"No! That means that you're the guy that gets all the girls and has so many friends and has sex like all the time."

Amu really needed to figure out how to stop saying things before they made it out of her mouth.

"You believe those rumors?"

Amu took a moment to study the male before her. Then she shrugged. "You're hot enough for them to be true."

Coming from anyone else, Ikuto would have walked away. People judging him for his looks was not as cool as it had been a few years ago. Now he wished people would look deeper. However, it was how this girl said it that made him pause. "So you know me, but I don't remember your name."

"Hinamori Amu."

"Aren't you the hot nerd that never parties?"

Scratching at the side of her nose, Amu shrugged again. "That was true until Rima forced me into this drink death trap of a room. Those weren't even my drinks. I have no idea how they got into my hands. Plastic cups are evil. They just latch on until the most convenient time for them to spill all over someone."

Ikuto couldn't help himself. He laughed. Not a chuckle, not a smirk, not even a grin. He laughed. "Come on, let's get out of this drink death trap then."

"I'm not going home with you."

"Never asked you to."

"Oh."

Amu looked around at the crowd before shrugging again. One Tsukiyomi Ikuto was better than a crammed house of her schoolmates. She could handle one boy, even if he was hot like burning.

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Morg: And that was how those two love birds met and started dating and got married and had a billion adorable kids and lived happily ever after!