A/N: I've been sick for the past week and a half…so I'm spreading the love to fictional characters. Please read and review!

Peter sat silently in the front of the class room; class wasn't going to start for another twenty minutes, but he always liked to get there early. His eyes were drifting in and out of consciousness. He felt so worn out and tired, but he could easily attribute these feelings to many minor things. At a moment when his eyes where closed he could feel a presence staring at him. He opened his eyes, it was Jason. He closed them again; suddenly he felt the chill of Jason's hand being pressed against his head. It felt so nice that he actually leaned into the hand.

"Mmm" Peter grunted as he enjoyed the temporary coolness. He couldn't keep his eyes focused; they would just constantly roll around in his head.

"I think you caught something, you're feeling a little warm. Plus you look like – well don't take this the wrong way – but Peter you look like shit" Jason said as he took a seat that was four chairs away from him. He hated how Jason would do this. He was so concerned that people would find out about their relationship that Jason would purposely get to class early so he could get a seat that was not directly next to Peter.

"Just tired" he sighed out as he rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes once more. "Where were you this morning?" he asked still with his eyes closed, but now with his head down on the table.

"Peter you didn't wake up until after eight. I had to get up and start getting ready." He looked worriedly over at Peter, who was now using the thick Calculus book as a pillow. He got up and moved over to the seat next to him, when he did this Peter finally decided to open his eyes. Jason placed his hand once again on Peter's head, and once again Peter genuinely accepted the boy's cool hand on his flushed face.

"I really think this is more then just being a little tired." Jason said with concern as he watched Peter close his eyes and then flutter them awake seconds later. His eyes looked glassy and confused. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," he attempted to smile at Jason but knew he wasn't buying it at all, "Just tired" Peter repeated himself. Jason knew this was a lie, and he also knew Peter hated it when people would fuss over him.

"Peter, you really-" But Jason was interrupted when Nadia, Matt, Ivy and Lucas walked into the room. Peter quickly lifted his head up; he didn't want anyone else thinking that he was ill.

"Where's the rest of the gang" asked Lucas as he sat on top of the desk that was on the other side of Peter. It took Jason one glance to see that Lucas was doped up, but that was no different then every other day.

"Not here yet" said Jason as he got up and went back to his seat a few desks away. Ivy took the liberty to sit next to him.

"Hey" she whispered to Jason as everyone else continued to talk. Disappointed in his lack of response, she greeted him again "Hey" This time he turned around in his desk.

"Yeah?" he asked, he was physically there, but his mind was focused on something else. He was worried about Peter, and he was the only thing Jason could think about right then.

"Are you going to the party tonight, it's Friday?" she smiled at him seductively, but he didn't seem to notice this gesture at all. No, he didn't seem to be noticing anything else right then. All of his energy was being put into a very special brown haired boy a couple of yards away from him.

"No" he replied simply trying to casually look over at Peter, and instantly regretting separating himself by sitting so far away from him. Luckily when she was about to speak up again the rest of the class and instructor walked into the classroom, ultimately causing a silencing effect on Ivy and everyone else.

"Zack Arnold."

"Here"

"Rory Allan"

"Yes."

"Lucas Carter" Lucas raised his hand.

"Tanya Garrett"

"Here"

"Diane Lee"

"Present"

"Matthew Lloyd"

"Here"

"Jason McConnell"

"Yeah"

"Nadia McConnell"

"Here"
"Ivy Robinson"

"Here"

"Peter Simons," there was no answer, "Peter Simons" the teacher repeated looking around the room. Finally her eyes came upon the boy that was sitting directly in front of her. Peter was once again using the book as a pillow, but this time he was in a very deep slumber.

"Mr. Simons this is not kindergarten. There are no nap times, and I expect you to stay awake just like the rest of the class. Do I make myself clear?" The teacher asked looking incredibly irked. Peter nodded as he quickly sat up in his desk.

"Well Mr. Simons, why don't you start us off this morning by doing number three from the homework on the board?" Knowing this was a rhetorical question Peter begrudgingly stood up and walked slowly to the white board.
As he began to write, Jason continued to stare at him. He could see the hand he was writing with had begun shaking slightly, but so subtly he knew he was the only one who noticed.

"Nice job." The teacher commented looking over the boy's work. "Now, let's see, how about Ms. Lee, can you do number fifteen for us?" Diane eagerly shot up at the opportunity to show off her intelligence.

After what seemed like forever the bell finally rang and the class scattered quickly. All the students had a twenty minute break before their next class. When Jason got out of the classroom he ran up and grabbed onto Peter's shoulder and pulled him aside.

"Peter. I want you to go nurse during break, she can probably give you something for whatever it is you have" he said as soothingly as he could.

"Jason, I told you I'm just-"

"Tired. I get it; I'm just trying to help you."

"There's nothing to help with Jason. I told you I'm fine." Peter attempted to smile once again at his boyfriend, but like always Jason could see right through this.

"I don't like to see you like this. But forget it, if you don't care-neither do I" said Jason not helping but feeling upset at this entire situation. It was obvious that Peter was sick, his eyes where sunken in and baggy, his hair was matted to his feverish skin, his complexion was paler then normal and his cheeks where flushed red.

"Jason, don't be like that" Peter looked into Jason's deep eyes and Jason could once again see how glassy Peter's were. It was like he was looking at someone else.

"I have to go Peter. I'll see you later" Jason couldn't bare to see him being so stubborn so he turned on his heels and left the young boy standing alone by his locker.

A/N: I'm ending this here for now. I think I might continue it though. Please review! I mean you read it…so why not tell me what you think. :)