.:Amu's POV:.
I laid on my bed that evening and thought about everything. Wal-Mart, my job, my parents, and even Ikuto.
I thought about Ikuto the most. His soft, dark blue hair. His piercing midnight blue eyes. He even kissed me! Twice!
I still didn't understand it though. It was…well, awkward. I never think about Ikuto in that way. I said the last part out loud.
"So you do think about me, Amu."
I jumped. Was that-? "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, STUPID PERV!" I yelled.
"Shh…You might wake the city if you do that."
I looked down at my bed. How the heck did he get in here! No way… "Why are you in here, Ikuto?" I asked.
He smirked at me. "Remember the closet, Amu? And today is your birthday. Right?"
"Get out!"
He stood up. "Okay…fine." He was almost to the balcony door when I grabbed his sleeve.
"Don't go…" What. The. Hell. I did not just say that. No. NO. OH GOD NO.
Then Ikuto pushed me onto the bed. "I never gave you my present, Amu."
.:Ikuto's POV:.
I pushed Amu onto her bed and began to kiss her. Surprisingly, she kissed back. She ran her fingers through my hair. Then we broke apart for air.
"Amu…" I started to say, but hesitated. "Amu, I love you. I love everything about. Your hair, Your eyes, the way you smile, the way you blush…" My voice had trailed off as I thought about all the wonderful things about my Am—Did I just call her 'my'? I was brought back to reality when Amu kissed me again. When we pulled apart, I asked the one question that kept coming to my mind. Amu hadn't said anything about my confession yet. "Amu, do you love me back?"
.:Amu's POV:.
I can't believe it. He just told me he loved me and now he's waiting for my response. Do I love him back? Or do I love Tadase…? No. Tadase was never there for me like Ikuto was. Tadase never acted like he loved me.
"Ikuto?" I whispered quietly.
"Yes?"
"I-I wanna be with you. Because I love you too, Ikuto." And I meant that. I saw him smile. A real smile. Not that smirk that he always has plastered on his face.
We kissed one more time then fell asleep in each other's arms.
And you know what?
That felt just right.
I laid on my bed that evening and thought about everything. Wal-Mart, my job, my parents, and even Ikuto.
I thought about Ikuto the most. His soft, dark blue hair. His piercing midnight blue eyes. He even kissed me! Twice!
I still didn't understand it though. It was…well, awkward. I never think about Ikuto in that way. I said the last part out loud.
"So you do think about me, Amu."
I jumped. Was that-? "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, STUPID PERV!" I yelled.
"Shh…You might wake the city if you do that."
I looked down at my bed. How the heck did he get in here! No way… "Why are you in here, Ikuto?" I asked.
He smirked at me. "Remember the closet, Amu? And today is your birthday. Right?"
"Get out!"
He stood up. "Okay…fine." He was almost to the balcony door when I grabbed his sleeve.
"Don't go…" What. The. Hell. I did not just say that. No. NO. OH GOD NO.
Then Ikuto pushed me onto the bed. "I never gave you my present, Amu."
.:Ikuto's POV:.
I pushed Amu onto her bed and began to kiss her. Surprisingly, she kissed back. She ran her fingers through my hair. Then we broke apart for air.
"Amu…" I started to say, but hesitated. "Amu, I love you. I love everything about. Your hair, Your eyes, the way you smile, the way you blush…" My voice had trailed off as I thought about all the wonderful things about my Am—Did I just call her 'my'? I was brought back to reality when Amu kissed me again. When we pulled apart, I asked the one question that kept coming to my mind. Amu hadn't said anything about my confession yet. "Amu, do you love me back?"
.:Amu's POV:.
I can't believe it. He just told me he loved me and now he's waiting for my response. Do I love him back? Or do I love Tadase…? No. Tadase was never there for me like Ikuto was. Tadase never acted like he loved me.
"Ikuto?" I whispered quietly.
"Yes?"
"I-I wanna be with you. Because I love you too, Ikuto." And I meant that. I saw him smile. A real smile. Not that smirk that he always has plastered on his face.
We kissed one more time then fell asleep in each other's arms.
And you know what?
That felt just right.