I wrote this today in school... I was really tired and sick (I'm going to sleep soon anyways), and I just really wanted this to happen. My mind gets dangerously random when I'm tired or sick (or a combination of the two). When I wrote this, it was anonymous- so just imagine your favorite pairing! Yay! No messes! Fabina, Jara, Patrome (or Jertricia, whichever you prefer), Amfie, Mickra, Mickber, Jerina, (none of these are in any order- just popping into my head) OC's! Anything! Hope you have fun reading!

Also, I'd like to say that this is a drabble- it's supposed to be short. And choppy. That's what a drabble is! I hope you enjoy though!

Lastly, I want to promote the names of upcoming one-shots! Stronger (super-angst), My Side of the Story (Joy-centric), Who Says (Amfie) and... yeah, that's all I have uploaded and what I'm in the process of working on right now!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything closely related to House of Anubis, or even not closely related. That's why I have a Fanfiction- duh! Enjoy=)

I'm sick.

Utterly, completely, disgustingly ill.

All day, I've been dying to go back to the house and just sleep.

Ah... sleep.

I haven't slept too much lately- my mind's always clouded with images of him.

"Blah-de-blah-de-blah-blah-blah"

Monotone voiced emerged from the head of the classroom, not exactly soothing my pounding headache.

I wasn't exactly in the greatest mood to look up- too much energy.

I just asked to be excused, with my head drooping down to my feet. I forgot I wore these shoes today!

I really wasn't functioning at all.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Oh, I love the boy. The one next to me with his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Just to the nurse."

The teacher handed over the white piece of paper. My ticket to sleep.

"Will you be back?" He asked again.

This is why I love him.

Though it isn't fair. He's too... perfect. Imperfectly perfect in every way.

"Maybe..."

"Well, in case you aren't..." And then he grabbed me softly by the arm. Pulling me down, his lips mingled with mine with a smile.

He let go, letting me leave the room, and after I left the nurse, I left the building.

Sick, but happy.

.

Yep, that was a great idea.

Because now, we're both sitting in the common room, sipping on hot cocoa and coughing our lungs out. If that was possible.

Together, though.

I am holding his hand.

Him?

My boyfriend.

Review! I don't like the ending, but like I said, give me feedback, please! The review button is your mouse's partner. Drag mousey over there and give the review button a kiss! And, you know, write a review! I really want to hear your opinion on this!

I'll get back to the reviews in the morning (I'm sleepy...) promise!

~Bubbles!