Hello all! I know it has been about 5 years now. I have no excuse but to say so much has been going on in my life. I stopped writing because I never had time for it anymore and I wasn't confident in my writing at all. Looking back, I know there was a reason for that. However, I was sitting around today and I started looking back at my old stories and I decided I want to finish Oh Boys. I honestly can't even finish my story that I already started because it was so poorly written, so I am starting completely over and bringing you a new and improved story. Hopefully you can appreciate my writing skills and plot skills a little more now! I want it to be known that this story is similar but not completely the same as the old one. Hopefully you all still like it! Enjoy.

I do not own Shugo Chara.

6:30AM, Monday Morning

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

SLAM

"Ugh, shut up"

Rising from bed, head fuzzy, Amu tried to think of reasons as to why she should skip her 8am. But it's the same as every other Monday, Wednesday and Friday; she didn't have a good enough excuse.

Rubbing the makeup from the night before into her eyes, successfully transforming herself into a raccoon, she rolled out of bed. The pinkette looked over to her roommate's side of the room and could just barely make out two sleeping lumps under the covers in the darkness. Well, she wasn't about to wake them up.

She left the curtains closed, blocking out the morning sunlight, and undressed. She slipped into her robe and shower shoes, grabbed her shower caddy and towels, and made her way to the communal bathroom.

The scalding water rushed to meet her bare skin. She scrubbed her hair and lathered herself in soap, washing away the previous night. Utau and herself had gone to the bar for a couple of drinks and, per usual, had met a few guys and ended up drinking more than they had planned. When the shots of tequila came out they were both done for.

Her head buzzed just thinking about it. The sunglasses were coming out today.

Their usual weekend consisted of parties and bar-hopping. They either brought men home or went home with them, whichever is easiest at the time. Last night was the girls' turn to host the sleepover.

Amu scrubbed away the grime and the dirt from the bar. It wasn't the cleanest place they had been to this year, but it was cheap. College students thrive off of cheap.

She turned the water off and grabbed her towels to dry off. Stepping back into her slippers, she slipped her robe back on, threw her hair up in the towel and headed back to her room.

Her hall was silent. Nobody was stupid enough to pick up an 8am class on a Monday morning besides her, it seemed.

A door opened and a random guy walked out of his room and into the bathroom she was just in. Unisex bathrooms were about the only downside to living in her dorm. No girl likes to go wash up at night only to have a guy walk in and start peeing in the urinal behind you. Yuck.

Amu Hinamori attended the most expensive, beautiful college in all of Japan: Seiyo University. With the best professors, the most exquisite food, and fabulous dorms, there was no way Amu could have picked anywhere else. And neither could her childhood best friend, Utau Hoshina.

Amu and Utau have been attached at the hip since the first day of preschool, where they both walked into the classroom with the same backpacks. They have been inseparable ever since.

Amu Hinamori was born into an extremely wealthy family, and grew up with little attention from her parents. Her mother was a private lawyer and was never home, constantly with her clients or in the courtroom. Her father was a CEO for the second biggest corporation in Japan, second only to Utau's parents, the co-CEOs of Easter Inc.

Utau had a situation exactly like Amu's, and so they grew up very close. The two best friends always understood each other and exactly what the other was going through. When both parents forgot about Amu's 15th birthday, Utau was at her house to help her blow out the candles. Likewise, when Utau's parents forgot about her senior prom, Amu was stuck to her side all night. They were basically sisters.

Amu and Utau attended the same private high school where they blossomed; mentally and physically. Men threw themselves at the two girls due to their perfect physiques, and so they came to realize the affect they had on the opposite gender. After discovering alcohol and sex, they never looked back.

The hallway was surprisingly cold for an April morning. Wrapping her robe tighter around her body, Amu softly padded down the corridor, heading to the last door where her room resided. She was praying she didn't come in contact with anybody. She did not feel like socializing at 7 in the morning.

Amu took her card out of her robe pocket and swiped to get into her room, started punching in her keycode, then froze.

Mmm.

Quietly, she placed her ear against the door. She could have sworn she just heard a moan.

A few seconds passed, and nothing.

Again, Amu swiped her card, punched in her keycode, and slowly opened the door.

Only to see Utau bouncing on top of the guy she brought home last night, her mouth clamped shut by his hand.

They didn't even hear the door open.

Amu palmed her forehead, "Fuck, Utau, you really couldn't wait until after I left for class."

Two heads froze and whipped towards the door, looking for the location of the voice in the darkness of the room. Locking onto her roommate, Utau relaxed and smirked, "What? You're not enjoying the show?"

The boy beneath Amu's best friend didn't know what to do. Daichi, the captain of the college's basketball team, had never found himself in such a situation before.

Tall, dark hair, chocolate eyes; he is certainly Utau's typical prey. They'd been fucking for weeks now, and even though he was beginning to develop feelings for her, Utau felt nothing for him.

"Who ever said that? I was just a little upset that you left me out." Amu slipped her robe off and heard the soft thump of it hitting the floor. Slowly, she sauntered towards the bed, "I just thought we had a better relationship than that, Utau." She didn't feel cold anymore.

Eyes wide, Daichi was starting to believe he was still asleep. There was no way these girls were about to do what he was thinking.

"Of course we do, Amu. Why don't you come join us then?" Utau wiggled her hips, fully aware of Daichi's length beginning to grow inside her again.

The pinkette jumped up onto the bed and placed herself on top of Daichi's chest. Her back to Utau, she straddled his waist and lowered her face directly above his. "Is this fine with you Daichi? Feel free to tell me to leave."

Daichi stared, speechless, at this beautiful woman who just mounted him. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His desire to continue where him and Utau left off was growing by the second, and so was his erection. Utau wiggled again and before he could shift his focus to her, Amu reached down, snatched his chin and slammed her mouth to his.

Amu opened her mouth and her tongue danced into his mouth, fighting with his for dominance. She grabbed his left hand and lead it to her breast and the right hand soon followed. Utau started to bounce again, moaning and gasping as his length filled her up again and again. "Amu, turn around."

Removing her lips from Daichi's, Amu turned and faced Utau whilst sliding back until her sex was directly above his face. Accepting the task at hand, Daichi darted his tongue out, attempting to pleasure the girl above him. One finger slid in, then another two.

Utau grasped her best friend's face and smashed their lips together, moaning into her mouth. Amu grabbed Utau's breast and pinched her nipple whilst their tongues tangled.

"Fuck," Daichi groaned into Amu's dripping sex, "I'm almost there."

The girls stopped. Giggling, Amu looked at Utau and whispered, "Well, that just won't do."

Utau removed herself from his length. Amu followed, removing herself from atop his mouth. Confused and a little dazed, Daichi sat up and sent a questioning look their way.

Utau laid on her back and spread her legs for her best friend. Amu turned around, bent over and stuck her ass in the air. Daichi caught on. Kneeling behind, Daichi grabbed a hold of Amu's hips and slammed into her. Groaning, Daichi pounded into her over and over again. Amu hissed and moaned into Utau's hot sex, granting a gasp from the blonde.

At least I found my excuse to skip class.

"DO YOU WANT TO GET BREAKFAST OR NOT?"

"WOULD YOU JUST WAIT FIVE MORE MINUTES!"

"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR 45 MINUTES UTAU, HURRY UP!"

"OK!"

Amu tapped her freshly manicured nails against the counter and waited impatiently for her roommate to finish getting ready. She had really worked up an appetite this morning and was ready for her croissant lightly toasted with a poached egg on top, strawberries, and orange juice; her regular. Her stomach growled at her.

"I am so going by myself tomorrow morning," Amu whispered to herself.

"Yeah right. As if you could go anywhere without me."

Utau strolled into the kitchen, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she walked. Dressed in a cream 3/4 sleeve dress with her newest jacket, hair in a high pony, and her favorite pair of pumps, Amu's best friend looked fabulous.

"I think I could manage breakfast on my own bitch. And why are you wearing heels? We're going to class after breakfast dummy."

Utau smirked and clicked past Amu, opening the door, "Whatever you say, babe. And because I look good, why else would I wear them?"

Amu rolled her eyes. She was wearing her favorite outfit: her best pair of dark wash skinny jeans, accentuating her tiny waist and perfectly sculpted ass, her favorite bra underneath a white tank top stopping above her belly button, and converse. Today was going to be a good day.

Amu's stomach grumbled up at her again. Grabbing her bag and sunglasses, she followed Utau out the door.

"So what do you think of Daichi? I know you hadn't really had a chance to meet him before this morning since you've been so busy lately."

Amu was double majoring in business and international relations. With her sophomore year almost done, she was constantly preoccupied with her classes. Her parents fought over her major throughout her entire high school career; whether she was to take over the corporation or the law firm when she graduated college. Her father finally won after his corporation earned the title of 2nd highest ranking in sales throughout Japan.

Amu tried telling her parents how she wanted to go to school for art, her greatest passion in life. That was shot down as soon as it fell from her mouth. No daughter of theirs was going to waste their money going to college for something as ridiculous as art. It wasn't even allowed as her minor.

"I know, I feel like all I ever do is study at the library every night. It's horrible. I want to be in my art studio painting away my heart's content instead of studying for my four exam next week." She sighed.

Walking up to an intersection, the girls waited for the green light to cross the street. Amu couldn't stop thinking about breakfast.

"I like him though." Amu continued. "He's great in bed. No wonder you've been fucking his brains out for the past month. What about you though? Do you like him?"

The light flashed green and they strutted across the dashed white lines to the other side of the road.

"I wouldn't go that far. I mean he's great, he's 100% my type, he's amazing in bed, so sexy, and an athlete, but for some reason I just can't see myself ever being in a relationship with him. I think I have commitment issues Amu."

Turning the corner, the dining hall came in sight. Amu could not wait to get her hands on that croissant."I think we both have commitment issues. But you are Utau Hoshina. You will know when you find the right guy. I think we've both slept with enough men to know the difference between lust and love and I have a feeling Daichi is just lust. It is for me after this morning."

Neither of them had ever been involved in a serious relationship before. It was easy to come to the realization that guys their age didn't want them for a relationship, only for sex. Not that they minded. Undoubtedly, the two best friends would much rather have a hook-up than a boyfriend.

Utau grinned at her best friend, "Well then why don't we just share him from now on. I'm sure he won't object."

Giggling, they finally reached the dining hall. They walked up the steps, talking about that morning. Amu reached out to grab the door handle-

Slam!

The door swung open into Amu, smashing into her forehead.

"Fuck."

Everything happened in a matter of moments. Amu took a step back and found herself teetering off the edge of the top step, completely off balanced. She felt her body begin to fall back. Reaching out, she tried to grasp the railing but only felt air. She shut her eyes and prepared for the inevitable decent down the staircase.

Warmth wrapped itself around her bare waist, and the plunge downwards came to a halt.

She opened her eyes to blue. All she could see was blue. She was floating within a midnight sky, and coming down was not an option. Unable to look away, she realized the last thing she wanted at that moment was to break this trance.

Then she realized how close they were. All she had to do was tilt her head forward and her lips would touch his.

She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

"You should probably watch which door you're walking into." His voice was smooth silk, draped around her body. She wanted more, craved it even.

Meeting his stare, Amu replied, "You should probably watch which door you're walking out of."

Her mysterious savior looked down at her and smirked. Her heart beat quickened and her attention shifted from blue eyes to his soft, upturned lips. He was beautiful. She had never seen such a perfect man in her entire life and was finding it hard to believe he was real.

Still wrapped in his arms, her own lips curved into a dazzling smile. She watched as blue shifted downwards to focus her own lips and couldn't help but notice how he seemed as transfixed on her as she was on him.

After what seemed to be hours later, but was really only seconds, he helped her back onto her feet. The man removed his arms from around Amu and she felt colder. She immediately wanted them wrapped around her once more.

He seemed to feel the same way, standing as close to her as possible without touching. "Well, I was walking out of the exit. So what you're saying is that I should also start exiting through the entrance? It didn't seem to work out too well for you."

Amu looked above the door and read the sign. Exit. Her and Utau were not paying any attention whatsoever as to which door they were entering, too focused on their thoughts of croissants and commitment issues.

She could feel the heat tickle the back of her neck and forced it back from her cheeks. Amu did not blush. "Well thanks for helping me, babe." She flashed him another smile.

Still smirking, the man looked her up and down. His eyes roamed her body, stopping at her exposed waist, her chest, then her eyes once more. Again, she was captured in a river of blue as he locked onto her honey gaze. "No problem at all, Pinky. Enjoy your breakfast."

He took one more look down her body before stepping back and taking his leave. Amu couldn't help but feel slightly turned on by that smoldering look he had in his eyes.

Finally she came out of her daze and shifted to look at Utau.

Who was laughing at her.

"What are you laughing at?" Amu could feel the blush creeping up her neck again.

"Are you kidding me? You should have seen your face. I actually thought you were going to start drooling." Utau giggled and proceeded to walk into the dining hall, leaving the dazzled pinkette to relive her encounter with the mysterious babe in her head.

Following her best friend, through the correct door this time, Amu couldn't help but think:

I'm going to have to look for that boy again.

Thank you guys for reading, I really hope you liked it. I will not promise frequent updates but I do promise to ride this story out until the end this time.

Please R&R

~Nikki