Pain

Chapter 3: Cliffhanger

Authors Note: Trying to get the length to be a bit longer. Revising it more than a year later doesn't hurt.

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko

Odd waited several hours before knocking at the door again, but this time, all he heard was silence. He quietly opened the door and saw Ulrich sound asleep and snoring. Oh great. Odd brought the empty tray back to the cafeteria before taking another hopeful look at Ulrich, and going to bed.

Ulrich had yet another dream about Odd, but this one was different. In all the other ones everything was normal, but in his latest one, he and Odd were doing something new, they were kissing. They say that dreams are subconscious desires, that dreams are your minds way of telling you what you really want to do. That was the part that freaked Ulrich out the most, the dreams were quite enjoyable, but what the dreams meant, scared him. He flipped over, looking at Odd, and realized he had completely fallen for the scrawn—Svelte, man. It was painful to hang out with Odd as he had to pretend they were just good friends, and it was painful to avoid Odd, as he was longing for him.

Odd had noticed that Ulrich was acting strange, but he thought it was just post-dump feelings trying to re-emerge. He took this as a queue to work extra hard, and over the next few weeks, went out of his way to make sure Ulrich felt better, and made sure to leave subtle hints that it was him.

It was getting harder and harder for Ulrich to even think about Odd, he had found out that Odd had even struck some sort of deal with Mr. Delmas to get him out of detention for the rest of the month, he didn't know what torture Odd was going through for him, but the thought that Odd was putting himself through…something…for him was making Ulrich fall even deeper in love with him. The dreams about him were increasing in frequency, and intensity, and before long, Ulrich had to accept it, he loved Odd. He was in love with odd. That felt weird saying it in his mind, but it also somehow felt…right.

That night, Ulrich and Odd were talking in their dorm. "How long have you been going out of your way for me, Odd?" "What? Oh, Um… I don't know, two weeks?" "Next question, what did you do to get me out of detention?" "Well, I sort of…struck up a deal." "Odd, what kind, of deal exactly." "Well, I kind of work behind the lunch counter until December…" The idea of Odd in a hairnet was funny, and made him laugh for the first time since…it…happened. The idea of Odd, on the other hand, of Odd doing all that he had done, for him. It was too much, and it pushed him over the edge.

Ulrich's heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to jump out. He couldn't breathe. His mind was racing, he felt like he was going to pass out, and then things became a blur. Ulrich only knew one thing.

He had kissed Odd.