Amuto: you or my broken life

*I'm running out of chapter names here!!*

[~•~Ikuto's view~•~]

I awoke to the annoying vibrating of my phone. Groaning I sat and glared at it as it got another text. I looked at the time it was already 5p.m but because I came home late yesterday I took a few naps and was still tired.

I looked at my phone just to surprisingly see that I've gotten about 200 messages...and all from Amu.

Sweat-dropping I looked at all of them which at first were just a few stupid emoticons. After ablutions I had ¼ done she started to ask me to come over...until it turned into begging.

I chuckled as I reason them all. I wonder whether she was drunk or maybe sick.

Still a bit sleepy I decided to ho over. After I grabbed my black leather jacket and grabbed my keys I went downstairs.

But before getting in my car I got another text from Amu, demanding me to bring her peanut butter.

That now confused me but I still went in the kitchen and searched for a jar of peanut butter knowing we had a few jars at home.

After I grabbed one of the jars and got inside my car,driving over to Amu's place. After I arrived there I got out of my car and went to the door and knocked on it.

A few minutes later it was opened by a very exhausted looking Dia.

"Huh? Ikuto-kun,what are you doing here?" She asked confused.

"Amu called me over" I explained.

"Damn! I thought I confiscated here phone!" She muttered.

I sweat-dropped.

"Well,she's upstairs in her room" she said before leading me in the house until she disappeared in the living room to her sisters.

I went upstairs and inside Amu's room. I sweat-dropped as I saw Amu being tied to the bed.

"I guess I was right with the cold" I mumbled.

"Ikutooooo~ help meeeee~" she whined.

I chuckled before I steeped closer before sitting down on the edge of it and untying her wrists.

She smiled at me as I undid the rope and peeked my cheek before muttering "thank you~".

I chuckled before I rested my palm against her forehead. It was obvious that she was sick, her face was beat red and she acted really strange again ,just like last time.

"Huh? What are you doing?" She asked.

"Seeing how bad your cold is" I responded.

She pouted and slapped my hand away "cut that crap!"she protested "where's my peanut butter!?".

I sweat-droppped before I handed her the jar I had brought with me. She cheered an peeked my cheek again ,before she got a spoon out of her nightstand and started eating.

"What's with the sudden desire for peanut butter?" I asked.

"It's my favorite food. I eat it when I'm happy, sad,sick,depressed almost always" she explained.

"I don't really think it's a good idea" I muttered.

"Huh? Why not?" She asked.

I grabbed the jar of peanut butter "because you'll get a stomach ache if you stuff yourself full like this now" I explained as I pushed her down softly and covered her with her blanket "you should take your medicine and sleep for a while".

"Buuuuut~ I don't want tooooo~" she whined.

"Come on, what should I do so you take your medicine?" I asked.