.:Amu's POV:.
I laid on my постель, кровати 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 сказал(-а) the last part out loud.
"So Ты 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 Ты do that."
I looked down at my bed. How the heck did he get in here! No way… "Why are Ты 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 Ты my present, Amu."
.:Ikuto's POV:.
I pushed Amu onto her постель, кровати 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 Любовь you. I Любовь everything about. Your hair, Your eyes, the way Ты smile, the way Ты 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 Вопрос that kept coming to my mind. Amu hadn't сказал(-а) anything about my confession yet. "Amu, do Ты Любовь 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 Любовь him back? или do I Любовь 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 Любовь Ты 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 еще time then fell asleep in each other's arms.
And Ты know what?
That felt just right.
I laid on my постель, кровати 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 сказал(-а) the last part out loud.
"So Ты 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 Ты do that."
I looked down at my bed. How the heck did he get in here! No way… "Why are Ты 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 Ты my present, Amu."
.:Ikuto's POV:.
I pushed Amu onto her постель, кровати 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 Любовь you. I Любовь everything about. Your hair, Your eyes, the way Ты smile, the way Ты 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 Вопрос that kept coming to my mind. Amu hadn't сказал(-а) anything about my confession yet. "Amu, do Ты Любовь 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 Любовь him back? или do I Любовь 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 Любовь Ты 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 еще time then fell asleep in each other's arms.
And Ты know what?
That felt just right.