Okay, my first Synlet fanfic, sorry if I'm not that great of a writer, it is just no one is writing for this pairing anymore, it seems like, so I decided to stop complaining and help the cause! Please review! :)

Violet looked blue. Her eyes where intensely glaring at the sheet of paper clutched in her hands, a D- on her biology test. Any scientific subject had never been her strong suit, but a D-? She was going to die, yup, death awaited her, no doubt about it. She neatly folded the offending test result into a small little square and tucked it into her pocket, not in sight not in mind. She gave a half-hearted grin and flicked a stray hair back in place, looking up in time to notice the "walk" sign blinking it's final warning, she dashed across the street.

On her way home she had picked up four fresh red juicy apples, the perfect bribe. As she walked down the sidewalk the last few blocks her smile became more bright and the sick feeling in her stomach eased away, oh it was fine! She'd not say anything about it and just, well, just ask for extra credit or something! I mean come on! She was going to be a writer, not a rocket scientist or anything! Like she'd ever chose that profession, cringe.

The kitchen smelled delectable, the spaghetti turned out superb and the apple pie was just cooling off, on the windowsill, who doesn't love a good cliché? Violet grinned mischievously and mentally patted herself on the back, this could work, then the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock made her stop mid taking-off-apron, all previously vacationing butterflies made a quick retreat home to her stomach.

A, "Greetings to you who would die without me!" was heard bouncing off the walls, quite boastfully, and finally reaching the kitchen, a tall red head strutted into the room like it was his kingdom and he it's king, he held his hands out like he was expecting the praise from a just-recently-rescued-from-a-burning-inferno-victom-fawning-over-their-savior. Violet forcibly closed her hanging-open jaw, and gulped, then sheepishly grinned.

"Uh, hi! How was your day?" She hiccupped out; she was not good at this sort of thing.

"Uh, hi?" Buddy leaned against the kitchen counter and snagged a breadstick, taking a bite he mimicked once more, "Uh, hi?" He raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Just at that wonderfully opportune moment the buzzer went off for the meatballs. Violet rushed to see to them when a most frustrating arm caught her by a belt loop, "And just where do you think your going?" was sort of garbled due to the last half of the breadstick being shoved in his mouth.

Violet turned invisible, pointless due to her unchangeable clothes, but it was reflex.

Buddy grumbled something inaudible and stalked over to the sink to get a glass of water, all the while dragging his invisible haul. After a few sips he began, "So, a C?" Still invisible, "A D?", the form shifted to the left slightly, "A F?" Violet now came back to visible and quickly turned face to chest to retaliate, darn that height issue, "No it was not a F! I'm not some kind of idiot!" This made her stop and think a second, "I mean I've gotten F's before…" she mumbled, "But not this time!" She smiled with a big grin, ever so proud.

"So… D- then?" Buddy took another sip.

Violet solemnly just nodded her head, her black tresses falling into her face.

Buddy stood there for a moment, bringing a hand up to scratch his jaw in a faux pondering-quite-a-conundrum look, he scrunched his eyebrows in consternation, "Hmmm… after a week's straight worth of hard core studying, you failed?" Violet shrugged, "I didn't fail…" He gave her a look, "Well then," a devilish grin graced his face, Violet looked up and almost instantly regretting doing so, started to bring her head back down when his hand grabbed her chin, forcing it up so their eyes met, " I guess you'll just have to stay after hours with your most generous and forgiving tutor!" Then, he kissed her, then the smoke detector went off as the long-forgotten meatballs burst into flames…