A/N: HIYA! LAYLA-CHII HERE! Mou, sorry, I kind of have writers block on my other story "..." This is in Amu-tan's P.O.V. right now!
Amu: What's this story about?
Me: -gets all nervous- A-ah n-nothing Amu-tan! -Afraid of being in trouble-
Amu: Eh? Why are shaking?
Me: ON WITH THE STORY! -runs away-
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Who am I? No, no, that's the wrong question... Who was I?
Last night, my mom started to talk about past lives, God only knows why. Before that my family was having a nice conversation, I was lessening not talking. My mom was looking at me, and then I saw that glint in her eyes. Oh, shit. Run away! Subject of me not having a boyfriend coming up.
"Amu-chan? Don't you think it would be nice for you to get to know some men?" Bingo. Boyfriend subject coming up guess was correct.
"Onee-chan? Didn't Ami see you with a boy at a shop?" my three-year-old devil-of-a-sister asked.
"You mean at the Classic Kitty Cafe?"-nod- "That was only Ikuto..."
"Ikuto? Ikuto who?" my dad wailed. Oh, no. Please tell me I didn't just set off his 'No Boyfriend Alarm'!
"Umm, Tsukiyomi Ikuto?"
"..." Papa... Kami-sama, what the frickin' Hell is wrong with my family?
"Papa? Just so you know, we're not really even friends..."
And then... He crys... Really? I thought he'd cry if I said I really truly did have a boyfriend. Now, I once did tell him that, let's just say he 'Ran Away'...
"Ummm, did I say something wrong?"
"Amu-chan, the Tsukiyomis and the Hinamoris have always been good friends! It would have been really nice if our family could merge..."
"WHAT?! N- NO! NEVER, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS, WILL I EVER EVEN GO OUTWITH IKUTO!" as you can probity hear, I hate him.
"Then, why do you call him Ikuto?" Papa asked. 'Not you, too...' I thought.
"... He said he hates honorifics..."
"Is that it?" Mama asked, note: evil glint was still in eye.
"Mama? What was that show that you were watching earlier all about?" I asked, easily changing the subject from Ikuto, to past lives.
So that's why, on my Saturday off, I lay here in bed. The ceiling had become very fun to look at...
"ONEE-CHAN! MAMA AND PAPA ARE LEAVING! AMI WANTS TO GO TO THE SHOP!!"
I walk down stairs, looking Ami right in the eye and I really want to say 'no', but she's too cute... "Fine," and we walk to the Classic Kitty Cafe.
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"Oh, look, it's Strawberry-head and her little sister!" Ikuto said, coming to take our orders.
"CHEESE CAKE!" Ami yelled.
I emdilty brought my fingers to my tempils, "Coffee..."
"Coffee? I think I remember you once saying that you hate coffee..."
"I do hate it."
"Then why order it?"
"Because, right now, I really need it," I mumered.
"Neko-kun, are you and Onee-chan gonna get married one day?" Ami asked. Ami called him Neko-kun because of the fact that he works here. No. Other. Reason.
"Married? Oi, Strawberry-head, who gave her that idea?" Ikuto asked, smirking.
"Ugh, wipe that smirk off your face. Ami thought you were my boyfriend"-the shock on his face is way too priceless-" so she told my parents and then they started how great of an idea it was for the Hinamris ad the Tsukiyomis to merge. End. Of. Story. Or nightmare, that's what I call it.
His face was still in priceless shock. I had to take a picture. Click. It's great to have cramraphones. I looked at the picture, I could feel his eyes on it too. "I just have to keep this!" I smirked.
He looked angry.
"Oh, did I make the kitty mad?" I said in a baby voise, earning a glare.
"I'm gonna make you pay for that, just you wait, Strawberry," hesaid, still glaring.
"Okay," I said. Oh, well, I'm not letting him drive me crazy over some little prank. When it comes, it comes.
"Alright, so that was cheese cake and a coffee, ne? Anything else?" Ikuto asked, his smirk retruning.
"Onee-chan, can I have a coco milk, too?" Ami asked.
"Sure."
"Coco mike, cheese cake, and coffee. Got it. I'll be right back," he said as he walked away.
It was then that I knew he was already planing what to do to me. It was also then that I knew I was in over my head. I'm tottaly doomed...
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Me: Did ya like it?
Lila: R&R!
Me: By the way, no charas in this story, sorry!