Chapter 1

You know when something happens and you're not sure whether it will be good or bad, so you become extremely paranoid that it will turn out for the worst no matter what you or anyone else does? Well, that's how I felt when this strange phenomenon began.

The day started out just like any other day… Well, mostly.

"I'm here!" Cecil called as he threw open the door to my classroom, about ten minutes late already, "I'm here, I'm sorry I'm late, but- huh?" When he actually looked into the class, all he saw was a bunch of students standing around their desks, staring back at me. "Huh?" He repeated.

Suddenly the room was filled with laughter. Cecil tried to hide my embarrassed face as he made my way to my seat near the back of the room. Turns out, the teacher wasn't even in yet. (Not that he should have been surprised, since she was almost always late.) He put his head on his desk in defeat.

Someone tapped him on the back. Knowingly he smiled and turned around to face his best friend, Layla. She gave him a smile, but her eyes told him that she was worried, probably about my being lateness. Cecil reached out and patted her on the head. "Don't worry about it." He said, "I just got up late." He smiled, trying to reassure my explanation. She stared at me for a few seconds, as if she was scanning me to be sure that he was truly all right and not lying about what actually happened.

Soon after the teacher finally walked in and began taking roll. Cecil dozed off a bit till she finally came to me. "Cecil Ishikawa?"

"Here." He replied half-heatedly.

"Layla Nakamura?"

"She's here, too." He said for her. Layla wasn't always as she as she is now. She used to be very outgoing and talkative, almost more than Cecil. That is, until a few years ago when she started to get bullied quite often, mostly because of her height and high pitched voice. At some point the kids even started calling her 'Mouse Girl' or just 'Mousey'. Of course Cecil would try and stand up for her, but doing so always just ended up badly for the both of them.

Eventually the bullying spread to more than just her voice and height. Cecil had to stop getting involved upon her request, since it just made them pick on him for a while, as well, which made her feel even worse. He had tried to tell her he could take it, but she still refused.

And so we have the Layla we have today. Now that They're in High School she doesn't get bulled any more, but she still doesn't like to talk much… Or at all, really. Actually, I think she's even afraid to talk around people she's used to, but he can understand that. After all, he was pretty much the only one who didn't turn against her back then… It's just he wished she would at least talk to him like she used to.

Time passed by quickly during class and soon it was time for break. Cecil took out my lunch and spun around in his chair to face Layla, who had already started eating.

"Do you know if we have a club meeting today?" Was his poor attempt at making conversation.

"We do every day." She said simply and quietly. Still, it made him smile that she said anything.

It's not that he necessarily mind her being so quiet all the time. After all, she was his friend and so he was just happy being around her. It's just that, despite what everyone else might think, Cecil was actually kind of like the sound of her voice and wished he could hear more of it. He tried to tell her this, but she never believed him. (There's that and the fact that it did make him a little sad that she didn't believe him, even though they had been friends for so long now, but at the same time, that is understandable.)

After lunch, the rest of classes passed by a bit longer than the first half, but whatever. When the bell finally rang, Cecil gathered his stuff and decided to wait outside of the classroom for Layla, that way they could go to the club room together.

They two were both in the Cultural Research Club. In their school you have to join a club. Cecil wasn't too set on it, but he found out that the other members are graduating this year, and he thought it would be a shame if a club died just because of that. And he didn't exactly have any others in mind, either, so he decided why not. Layla, after he told her my decision, chose to join as well.

While Cecil was lost in thought, he barely noticed just how long Layla was taking to come out. He was just about to go in and get her himself when she burst through the door, grabbed his hand, and started running, pulling him along as well.

"H-hey!" I exclaimed, still surprised by what was going on, me barely being able to keep up. Layla did not reply nor stop, just kept her head down, hiding her face from me. "L-Layla?"

We ran up the stairs (up to the same floor as our club room) and headed towards the bathrooms.

"W-whoa, hey!" He exclaimed, coming to a complete stop and pulling back his hand, just as she was about to pull him into the girl's restroom. "I can't go in there." He stated, pointing to the sign when she gave him this look as if… I don't know; she looked both hurt and confused at the same time.

"Oh, r-r-right."

"What's wrong?" He asked, "Did something happen in the classroom after I left?"

"O-o-oh! N-n-no, n-nothing happened!" She stuttered, quickly turning into the bathroom after.

That wasn't suspicious at all. Cecil sighed and leaned against the wall. If she wanted to tell him, he knew she would. That's what he had decided. And he was sure if it was bad enough, she would. So there probably wasn't much to worry about. Or maybe at least not yet…

"What is she doing in there?" He thought out loud, going to check his watch- huh? Where was his watch?

Wait, no what?! Were these even his hands?! He looked down at himself. Why was he suddenly wearing a skirt?! And were these… B-boobs?! What the hell?!

Was he asleep or something?

No, wait. Cecil looked around at his surroundings concluded that he was in a bathroom. How did he get in here?

He turned to look into the mirror and… Layla? Why did he look like Layla? Leaning in a little closer he noticed… He was crying?

Suddenly the door flew open, slamming against the wall and causing Cecil to jump.

"W-w- me?" He exclaimed. He even sounded like Layla!

"S-s-something is- Cecil, something is seriously wrong!" Cecil? Layla in his body? Exclaimed. Oh, wow, it was so weird hearing my own voice like this.

"W-what do we do?" She (he? Oh lord, this will get confusing) shrugged. He sighed rubbing his forehead.

"Should we tell the others?"

He thought about this for a moment. "No, I don't think so. They'll just be worried about us. We should hold off telling them anything until we ourselves know what's going on." Despite how freaked out he really was, he knew he had to stay calm for Layla's sake. "For now we'll just have to pretend to be each other. Can you do that?"

"I-I…" She nervously brought his hands to his chest, "I think… Ma-maybe."

He smiled and nodded, "Then let's go."

A/N: Heeeey, everybody! Thank you so much for reading this! Quite honestly, I didn't really intend to put this up on fanfiction, because of the future content, but... Well, I haven't put anything up in a while and I didn't really know what else I could. Soon I might have a few one-shots, but maybe not. So basically, this will only be updated when I have nothing else to update.

Okay, for those who don't know, Cecil and Layla are both characters originally from my Ib fic, Here I Am Again. I wanted to start re-using some of my OCs. In that fic, there was no need for last names, so I never really thought about it, so in this, their last names were kind of a last minute decision (like the title), so they may be changed in the future.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Please review and tell me what you think.