Chapter 4: Take Tylenol for Headaches, Mydol for any Cramps

N/A: For those who might know (and are cool if they do) the title is a quote from one of the best movies ever, Tommy Boy. David Spade says that to Chris Farley when he's explaining how to read.

It's called reading. Top to bottom, left to right. Group words together to form a sentence. Take Tylenol for headaches. Mydol for any cramps.

Shut up Richard

Umm…read the chapter

2 days later, theatre arts…

Gaara had confused himself so bad over the past days that he had decided to just to stop thinking all together before he got a migraine. But, his brain kicked back on once he entered the classroom.

"Kelo! Put me down!" Kazakii laughed, kicking her legs in the air.

"Gimme back my agenda!"

"I don't have it!"

"You always have it!"

"It's not me, I swear!"

"Hey, hey!" Mr. Drune shouted, "Settle down! Get in your seats!"

"Yessir, sorry sir," Kelo said in a deep, semi-mocking, voice, sitting.

Kazakii quickly sat down, throwing the agenda on Kelo's desk. "Oh, hey Gaara," she smiled. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Your eyes twitching."

It was true; Gaara's left eye twitched profusely. "Nothing," he grumbled, taking his seat in the back.

A few moments later, Mr. Drune spoke: "Okay, get into your groups and go on from where you left off. The theatre is open, or you can stay in here."

Kazakii approached Gaara, "Wanna go into the theatre this time?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't like people."

"You sure you're okay-"

"Fine!" he growled.

"Gaara, are you bipolar?"

"What?"

"I'm serious."

"No."

"Then you're really a woman because you have the worst mood swings."

Gaara agitatedly sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to get mad," he sounded annoyed.

"Forgiven, let's get started," Kazakii pulled out her work notebook.

"Just…like that?" Gaara looked at her inquisitively.

"I have no time to hold a grudge as stupid as that."

"Why'd you want to go into the theatre anyway?" he had calmed down now.

"It's not that big of deal. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go or not."

'You just want to see Kelo…' he frowned, then shook his head quickly.

20 minutes later…

"Gaara, we have to practice."

"Why did I agree to this? I don't do comedy," he complained.

"I asked you five times if it was okay with you and every reply was either 'okay' or 'sure'. You weren't paying attention, and it's too late now."

"And why is that?" he crossed his arms.

"I've already written the script," Kazakii held up the hand written pieces of paper.

"Lemme see this," Gaara snatched it. He skimmed through it. "No. No. NO. I will not, no way in hell, do this."

"But-"

"I refuse to degrade myself in front of everyone."

"But-"

"NO!" he threw the script over his shoulder, and walked away. Kazakii crouched down and silently picked up the scattered pieces of paper. Gaara had his back to her. 'Was I too hard on her…Why do I care?' he growled in his head. He stopped talking to himself when he heard hard gulping noises. He looked over his shoulder. Kazakii sniffed a number of times, gulped, and sniffed some more. 'She's…crying…' Gaara realized. "God damn it…" He didn't mean to upset her that much. "Kazakii, stop crying…" he talked as if she had dropped her ice cream on the ground.

"What, I'm not crying…" she turned around, "these are my breathing exercises."

"And I guess tears are a part of it?" he crossed his arms.

"Maybe…"

"Cut it out! I'm…s-sorry," he stuttered. Wow, a thanks and sorry, this girl was good.

Kazakii wiped her tears away. "Wh-why do you do that, Gaara? First you're a jerk, then you're nice. Then you go right back to being mean, apologize, go mean, and apologize again! Am I on Candid Camera, cuz this isn't funny!"

Ignoring her last sentence, he answered with a sad sigh: "I don't know." And at first, that was true.

End Chapter