The shrill sound of an alarm clock broke the silent dream ridden air that clouded over Todd's mind. His hand slipped out of the covers and tried to press down on the buzzer and seeing the clock had moved out of his reach, he let his hand drop to the floor fumbling to pick up a book and then proceeded to bring it down on the annoying thing with a resounding —thud — that instantly crushed the small aluminium thing but only dulled its ring.

"Would you shut up!" He flung the covers off to see his crushed clock still ringing just not as shrilly as before. He groaned with frustration and opened his window and promptly threw it out. "Take that." He muttered rubbing his eyes he stretched and looked to Neil's bed. As he did, he knew something was immediately wrong.

Neil was still in bed. Normally Neil had to wake Todd but, something had to be wrong if he wasn't awake by now especially after the loud fight Todd had with the damn alarm.

He sat on the side of his friend's bed cautiously and leaned over to hear if he was still breathing, which he was lightly. "Hey, hey Neil…Neil wake up." As Todd shook him slightly, he rolled over and pushed Todd off who inelegantly landed on the floor. "Ow! Neil! Not Funny! Get up!" Todd whacked Neil's blanketed leg.

"Wha—?! Oh ow Todd, what the heck?" Neil half sat up and saw Todd glaring at him from the floor. "Why are down there?"

Todd blinked seeing his friends face an unusual pasty colour. "Are you feeling okay?" he stood to brush a hand across Neil's forehead.

"Well, I'm not on the floor." He started to laugh then began to cough.

"You pushed me…Neil I think you have a fever. Stay here okay?" Todd began to put on his uniform hastily and felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine Todd." Sounded Neil's raspy voice. "I don't think I have a fever." Todd sighed and turned around to look at his friend.

"Neil. Your face is the colour of the milk we get at breakfast." Neil made a disgusted face and Todd smiled "Also, I woke you up. How many times does that happen?"

"Never?" he grinned weakly and Todd nodded at him with an I-told-you-so expression

"And as for your fever, come here." Todd placed his hand around the back of the taller boy's neck getting a handful of mussed dark hair and brought his face down to eye level and Todd tried to avoid direct eye contact before planting a kiss on Neil's forehead. Then he released him turning away. "Y-you have one." He said quietly "I'll t-tell Hagar you're sick." He gathered his things and fled the room wondering why he did that but not before hearing Neil shout out to him.

"Don't tell Hagar! I'm fi— oh hello Mr. Hagar…oh Todd thinks I'm sic— my face is usually the colour of the breakfast milk. Yes. I'm quite alright Sir. Thank you sir, Good morning to you too sir." Neil sighed and leant on his doorframe seeing Charlie smirking at him. "Shut it Dalton." He sighed again before disappearing into his room. He paused and moved his fingers to the place where Todd's lips had been and with a small smile began dressing for the day ahead.

Todd crept into the dinning hall not surprised he was the first one there. Not many boys were out at 6.47am for breakfast that was at 7.35am but the bread baskets were out and frankly that was enough. He grabbed three pan au chocolat and scuttled out. He was slightly embarrassed about kissing Neil and decided it would be best if he 'laid low' for the rest of the day. Or his life. Both seemed appropriate and he was beginning to lean towards the latter.