Ello people. It has been forever since I last updated, due to two writing classes. Ugh, lame. Anyway, I just graduated so yay me. Hopefully this update doesn't totally suck, although I am rusty from writing to boring ass prompts. I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel...oh but only if I did.

DARK'S POV

What's this feeling? Daisuke's body curved into mine, as if he were the Sun and I the shadows bending to greet everything he illuminates. The two so separate, yet made for one another. The one thing I've been taught was impossible is now the very thing I hold in my arms. Perfection.

I breathed in the scent of Daisuke, my arms wound around his waist, letting go for no one. His femine figure, so soft and delicate against me. How can someone be so adorable? I pulled him closer, wanting to have him all to myself. He shuddered at my touch, taking in a sharp breath.

"Nn, Dark," he sighed. A light pink shading his cheeks as he turned in my arms, clinging to me. Was he thinking about me? He took a deep breath and snuggled closer, grazing my neck with his lips. I tightened my grip on his waist, tossing his leg over me. "Mm." Daisuke lightly kissed my throat, nibbling here and there while driving me nearly insane with his hips.

"D-Dai, u-uh. Dai c-come on s-stop. W-we...I can't..." Shit! I can't think straight. I felt myself giving in, rolling onto my back, pulling Dai with me. He straddled my body, slowly rocking and grinding himself onto me. I stared at him as he swayed on top of me. He looked so serene as if he were asleep, even now. As I studied him, I noticed Krad gaping in the doorway over his shoulder. "Holy shit on a fucking stick!," I yelped, pushing Dai off of me. He rolled onto his vacant spot and resumed calm. What the fuck? Was he seriously asleep? Damn, and I thought I was getting lucky. Krad began to laugh, his voice echoing through the room. i haven't heard Krad laugh a real laugh in a long, long time. He stood in the doorway laughing for what seemed like an eternity, gripping onto the doorframe for support. I tried my best to be pissed at him, but all that came about was my joining in with the stomach wrenching laughter. After a while the joyousness ceased as Krad looked wide-eyed at his watch, then back at me.

"I was going to see if Daisuke was well enough to go to school today, but it seems that he is, however if you and your little love muffin are going, I suggest you haul ass, because it's 8:06," said Krad before twisting on his heel and marching out of the room. Of course Krad is dressed two hours before go time. He's gotta perfect his precious ponytail.

"Shit..." I scrambled out of bed, yanking back the covers and pulling Dai with me. He still had a pillow clenched to him as I dragged him into the bathroom. "Dai, come on. Get up. We've got to take a quick shower and get dressed. I can get us to school in fifteen minutes flat, but we need to be ready by 8:30." Dai just slid down the wall, continuing in his unconsciousness. "Dai!" Fuck it. I pulled Daisuke's clothes off in one fluid motion, bracing him against me as I turned on the shower. Just some of my...useful techniques per se. I pushed him into the shower then began to remove my own clothes.

"Damn, I-I forgot m-my...my umbrella. Uh-huh, because it's raining and...WHAT THE FUCK?!" Yep. He's awake. O_o

DIASUKE'S POV

I'm naked! Why the hell am I naked? 'Maybe it's because you're in a shower dumbass.' B-but did he see me? 'Dumb question.' "Dark! Where are my clothes? Da-," I screeched just as I pushed the door to the shower open. I stopped mid-rant as my eyes fell on Dark in all nudity. "Oh m-my G-god." He probably says this everytime he sees himself naked. He stood there blinking at me like I was crazy, then took a step towards the shower. I held my arms out like a spider monkey, knowing damn well that even with this attempt, he could get past me. "No! No, you can't come in the shower with me!"

"Like you've never taken a shower with a guy before," Dark said with that sarcastic tone of his. Not one that looks like this.

"T-that's different! You're different!" For lack of a better excuse.

"In what way?" I couldn't answer him, because my entire focus was on his dick. He was close enough so that if I leaned forward, even the tiniest bit, we'd be touching. Hell if I stood back a foot and he was erect, we'd be touching. It's just a guess, since I'm already sizing him up. My eyes were stuck, no doubt about it even as I turned away. I let him into the shower, realizing I wasn't gonna win this argument. "Jesus Christ, Dai. Have you never seen a guy naked? Quit eye-fucking me and wash up." There was a hint of laughter in his voice, that seemed to irk me for no reason. "Look are you gonna do it, or do you want me to do it for you?," Dark asked softly with that oh-so-familiar smirk on his face. I saw his arm as he moved to reach for the soap and I nearly jumped out of my skin, frowning when he started laughing at me. "Don't be so nervous. I'm not planning on fucking you. Not right now at least." He's still laughing.

"That's not funny."

"I was kidding. What? Are you scared I'm gonna sneak a peek at your little package?," he whispered from behind me. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, engulfing me in a self-made inferno.

"It's not little! It might not be like yours, but it's definitely not little," I said glaring at him over my shoulder, the letting my eyes fall back to their previous focus.

"Let me see then." Oh my fucking God. I set myself up for that one.

"No, I don't want to. It's not something you show to just anyone, Dark." Maybe I am self-conscious like he said I was. Wait, who wouldn't be self-conscious if they had to compare themselves to him?

"Am I just anyone? Besides, that's not fair. You get to look, but I don't?" He's got a point.

"B-but you don't care!," I said, sounding like a whiny little kid.

"Semantics. I care that you get to look and I can't, regardless of the fact that I don't mind if you see me," Dark chided. Okay, he's officially a parent and I'm a snotty-nosed brat.

"I won't look then. Just hurry up and finish, so I can sleep in the car." I shouldn't make promises I can't keep.

DARK'S POV

We got dressed which took longer than it should have, because Dai wanted me to wear a tie, which neither of us knew how to put on. Like he's my wife. My mom came to our rescue, barging in on me and my half-zipped pants, shirtless, with a tie around my neck and a scrawny, boxer-wearing Daisuke. At which point, she proclaimed our adorableness and commenced in taking pictures. We arrived in the parking lot twenty minutes late, and like Dai said, he went back to sleep. So now I'm carrying him like a father does a child, also having the ultimate displeasure of getting lame ass tardy passes. And we're going to Mr. Nakamura's history class, soaked with no school appropriate excuse. Way to begin the day.

"I'm sorry, we're late," I said as I walked into the classroom with my childlike luggage. As we entered everyone looked up from whatever they were doing, like people do when anyone enters a classroom. It's like manditory or something, because it seems like everyone does it. More than half of the students wore jaw-dropped expressions, preparing themselves to commence in the fangirl onslaught.

"Oh my god! So kawaii!!," squealed a short blond girl with pigtails. Ew. Pigtails. I smiled at the squealing girl. She blushed almost as brightly as my mom. What is up with people here? Dai stirred in his slumber, switching his head from my right shoulder to my left. I ran my hand over his back and he arched up from the heat, clinging to me tighter. Even the guys were staring now.

"Hey, where are we?," Dai asked, his eyes still sealed shut.

"First period." Dai pulled himself closer to me, letting one of his arms leave my neck to wrap around my back.

"Oh. M'kay," he sighed causing some of the students to let out an annoying "Aw" in unison. I walked around to Daisuke's desk, setting him down in his seat before telling Mr. Nakamura that it's best that he not wake Daisuke up. Not that I knew from experience, but I had a gut feeling. He ignored my warning however and proceeded to wake Daisuke up so he wouldn't miss "the crucial information."

"Niwa, wake up," Mr. Nakamura said, firmly shaking Daisuke's shoulder. You could hear a little mumbling coming from the sleeping beauty. "Wake up." Fucking retard.

"I'M UP! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!," yelled the red-head, his eyes made a deep red with a mixture of sleep and anger. A couple of girls squeaked, but everyone else was silent unable to wrap their minds around how such a big voice could come out of someone so small. Daisuke glared at Mr. Nakamura, not blinking even once. Mr. Nakamura exchanged a glance with me asking for support. I just shrugged my shoulders, having warned him once, but also having no idea what he wanted me to do. Realizing, he didn't want to be near Dai anymore, Nakamura went back to his podeum, leaving Dai pissed off and cranky the rest of the period. I had no one to talk to the entire period, besides Risa, who kept saying things I already knew.

"You're wet," she said as we were partnered up for some busy work. Like I'm not aware that I'm cold and soaked.

"So are you," I said glancing under the desktop, where I could see anything and everything under her skirt. I could tell you that on the 12th of every month, she gets her bikini line waxed. She scoffed and pretended to be disgusted, but everyone knows the best part of her day is when she can tell her minions all the provacative things I say to her. As if the day could not get any worse, Daisuke was still tired in Chem.

"Is he okay?," Ms. Izumi asked, standing unbelievably close to Dai. If you touch him, I'll drown you in hydrochloric acid. No joke.

"Yeah, he's just really tired," I said straightening up in my seat. She ran a hand through his hair and staired at her hand as if she couldn't believe how soft it was. I know, I couldn't believe it either at first. Wait. Bitch, you're goin' down. Fuck, if I wasn't against beating women, I'd take you out, you little wannabe alchemist. This has got to be the most boring day of my life. At lunch no one talked about anything, but the Nakamura incident and Riku kept nagging in my ear about how I should've made him stay home, but I doubt, he's still feeling sick. He's just tired. At least he's starting to lighten up, now that he's got something to eat.

DAISUKE'S POV

"Who is this maggot? You're late!," said Coach Downs, an overgrown American woman. Definitely dyking.

"S-sorry. I-" I would have been shaking in my booties, had I been wearing any. My head hurts so badly. Too much sleep most likely.

"No apologizing. That shit's for sissies! Are you a sissy boy?" Why is this lady yelling? I mean we're right next to her.

"N-no ma'am," I said in an uber tiny voice.

"Speak up boy! If you were in jail, they'ed pass you around like Thanksgiving sweet potatoes!," she said, spitting every now and then.

"No ma'am!," I yelled, equally as loud as she had.

"You mockin' me boy?"

"Excuse me if I may, but shut the fuck up. Daisuke did jack squiddly to you and you're just being a fucking bitch. Quit yelling. He's right in front of you. What did you do? Devour a drill sergeant? Pipe down and use a dick," Dark said, snapping at her. She looked utterly shocked by his words. I put my hand to my mouth, choking back laughter.

"What did you just say to me boy?"

"You heard me and I am no boy, I assure you." He sent her a cold glare and she backed down automatically. Dark has been a little pissed all day, from what I've seen.

"Dark, relax. Come on," I said pulling him toward the bleachers, before he could go on a killing spree. "Pent-up frustration? Ha."

"I guess. She was so annoying. Sucks for you. Oh shit, Dai. I've gotta get to class," Dark said after glancing at the time on his phone.

"Stay?," I asked looking up at him, hoping he would. It's gonna be so boring in here.

"I can't Dai. Sorry. I'll see you in home ec, okay?" I nodded after entering my number in his phone.

"Text me. It's gonna suck in here."

"'Kay. Don't back down on that beast, you hear?"

I laughed half-heartedly as I watched Dark leave the gym. The way he moved so gracefully across the polished wood made me jealous. I'm so clumbsy. Lame. Ugh this is the second time today that I thought he was right about my self-esteem. I'd never tell him that. My thoughts were interrupted as I got a new message. 'Dai, look at the chick on the far right of the court. Pink shorts. Those are the biggest titties I have ever seen in my life,' read Dark's message. God he's such a perv. They were pretty huge though.

"Why are you just sitting there, boy?," Downs said standing in front of me, hands on hips. I looked up at her nearly pissing my pants.

"I have an excuse, because I'm so tired today. I also have an excuse for missing your class on Tuesday."

"Well hand it over you fairy fuck."

"No need for name-calling. Jeez. I didn't ask if you worked with landscapers," I said, handing her the note.

"Landscapers?"

"Well you spend so much time around bush...I just figured." I shrugged my shoulders for extra emphasis. Been hanging around Dark too much.

"Oh my. T-that's good! I'm beginning to like you kid," she said laughing. "Come take a seat with me. The girls are playing volleyball. I need someone to talk to."

"Oh, okay." Hey, this isn't so bad. That conclusion was shattered as I noticed I sat right in front of Risa at the net. "Shit!"

"What's up princess?" Downs was changing the score.

"Risa."

"What about her?"

"She's obsessed with that guy I came in with. Do you think she saw us? I mean it would look like he walked me to class," I said frantically.

"Oh the foul-mouthed bastard? Well the little prick did walk you to class or did you waltz your little fairy ass in here alone having the displeasure of coincidentally coming in at the same time as him? And why would you give a flying fuck if that cock-sucking bitch saw you anyway? You could punch her ticket any day." ...And she complains about Dark's language.

"No I can't, but you could do it for me." I wish she would.

"Haha, right," she said adjusting the score again. Then Risa noticed me, stopping full on in her game.

"What's the red-head doing here?," she sneered marching over with the volleyballers at her heels.

"This is my fourth period," I said shrinking in my seat.

"You haven't been here at all since you got here."

"That's because I've been boning your boyfriend." I can't believe I said that, but a little lie right now will be well worth it later. It just slipped out so easily.

"Oh! You little bastard! Just stay away from Dark. He's mine. Everyone knows that," she said, taking forever to respond, then turning to her friends for support. They just nodded, and shook their heads as she turned back around. Some friends.

"Obviouly he doesn't know that, because he talks shit about you so much. Why do you think he made sure you didn't get that seat in history?" She deserves to get jealous. I won't tell her that he's probably more inclined towards guys. Save that for later. Choke on it bitch.

"He just lets you sit there because he doesn't want you to feel bad for having no friends!," Risa said on the brink of tears. Such a bad liar. "Hey, What are you doing?!," Risa squealed as I took a picture of her little meltdown.

"It's just a picture I sent to Dark entitled "Psycho Bitch Breakdown." She stomped her foot as my phone made the little beep noise it makes whenever you send a message.

"I don't care," she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "He likes any pictures of me." She looked like she had a hard time believing what she said.

"Cut the bullshit, Risa. He doesn't want you, no matter how many times you say it," said Krad. Risa turned and stomped off angrily. Victory.

"Krad! You're in gym this period?," I said unaware of why I was so happy to see him.

"Well I'm here aren't I?," he scoffed, rolling his eyes and flipping his ponytail.

"You're an asshole, but it's cool," I said smiling at him. He laughed a bit.

"Satoshi and Saehara are in here too. Over there," he said pointing in the direction of his friends. "You can chill with us if you want, instead of chatting it up with that outrageous bull-dyke. Oh, how's it goin' with Darkie-poo?"

"Darkie-poo? Haha. What do you mean?"

"It's obvious he wants you. God you must be mentally derranged," he said, turning to walk away. He wants me. That same phrase replayed over and over in my head the rest of the day. I wanted to talk to him, but the Home Ec teacher placed us on completely opposite sides of the room. Dumb bitch. Well at least it's Friday, so I'll have all weekend with him to myself.

AUTHOR'S POV

Emiko came back from her trip to the retreat a day earlier than expected and was not informed of the happenings which occurred whilst she was away, due to the fact that Daisuke had begged for secrecy to ensure Emiko's psychological stability.

"How was your trip, Mom?," Daisuke asked, opening the door surprised to see it was his mom passing through the threshold.

"Oh, it was fantastic, honey! You have to come with me next time I go," she cooed, pinching Daisuke's cheek, before planting a kiss on his forehead. Next time? "How have you been liking school? Did you make any new friends while I was away?"

"Uh yeah. You know Mom, I think I'm gonna call it quits early tonight. Gonna need my rest for whatever's thrown at me this weekend," Daisuke said, recalling in his head that it's been an entire school week and he's only seen three of his classes. Also having only gone to school for two days, one of which, he skipped half the day and the other having been slept through. 'Jeez talk about a model student.' He thought to himself.

"Oh, ok hun. Just make sure you're up early. I want us to go around and meet our new neighbors." Daisuke cringed, stopping in his tracks as the thought of his mother meeting Dark's made his life flash before his eyes.

"D-do I have t-to?," he whispered over his shoulder, not really wanting to hear what he already new was the answer.

"Well of course, Dai-chan. Don't you want to know who's going to be at the luncheon we're having on Sunday?"

"Why am I always the last person to know what's going on? I mean Dad's almost never here, yet he knows everything before I do," Daisuke fumed, turning to face his mother.

"Nonsense. You knew we were planning that party last April, before your father did," Emiko said taking her suitcase up the stairs with Daisuke following closely behind.

"Mom! That doesn't count! It was his surprise birthday party!," shrieked Daisuke, folding his arms and leaning against the door frame of his mother's room. "And you sent out invitations for it before I even knew we were having it." Daisuke turned and sauntered down the hall before his mother could say anything, just tired from the conversation. He crossed the barrier into his room, closing the door behind him and laying on the bed next to With. With rolled over, making himself comfortable in the crook of Daisuke's neck before the two of them delved into unconsiousness.

"Daisuke, get up!," Emiko bellowed, smacking the slumbering teen upside the head with a pillow. "I told you to be up early and it's already 7A.M.!" Daisuke groaned wondering how the hell seven o'clock in the morning could ever be considered late on a weekend.

"Mom! Most of the neighbors won't even be up until nine. Lemme go back to sleep, please!" Emiko stomped out of the room and exactly thirty seconds later, Daisuke realized it had grown quiet. A little too quiet. Something was up and knowing Emiko, it wouldn't be pretty. "Mom?," Daisuke said, slightly fearing for the worst. Splash! Emiko ran up full speed, dumping a very large bucket of ice cube heavy water onto the unsuspecting teen. The cold seeped into Daisuke's skin, piercing through to the bone and there on his bed, he sat shivering uncontrollably.

"Good. Now that you're awake, I expect you to be dressed and downstairs in fifteen minutes with a smile on your face." With that, Emiko turned and skipped out into the hall, followed by a dry With, who had anticipated her motives. With gave Daisuke an apologetic look as he scampered out of the room, recieving a look that screamed "Why didn't you tell me?"

Daisuke pulled on a pair of acid washed jeans and a D N Angel t-shirt, spiking his hair before taking the long walk of shame down the stairs. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, Emiko was there waiting on him, tapping her high-heel clad foot impatiently.

"It's been sixteen minutes Daisuke!," she yelled loud enough too blow out all the spikes Daisuke had created.

"Sorry Mom," Daisuke said, beginning to roll his eyes, but catching himself before Emiko could notice.

"Unacceptable! What if this had been a date with that cute boy next door? You would have had him waiting!"

"For one minute, Mom. Just one. I doubt he would have died from longing in just that measly sixty seconds," Daisuke said sarcastically. Emiko sent him the glare everyone gets when they talk back to their parents.

"REGARDLESS OF HOW LONG IT IS WHEN YOU CONVERT IT TO SECONDS OR FRACTIONS OF AN HOUR, WAITING IS WAITING! AND YOU WILL NOT EVER TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME AGAIN YOUNG MAN! NOW GO UP THERE AND CHANGE!," Emiko had become the beast she so frequently turns into when planning a party. Everything must be perfect, or else.

"W-what's wrong w-with what I'm wearing?," asked Daisuke, blown away by him mother's sudden rage, seriously unaware of what the problem was. Emiko let out a long sigh, covering her eyes before answering his question.

"Dai-chan, we are going to visit our neighbors today so we must dress appropriately," she chided. Daisuke had just noticed that Emiko was wearing a yellow bell-like sundress that rose just above her knees. She had a white ribbon tied around her mid-section that formed a large bow in the back. The dress was complimented by white strappy high heels and a set of pearls. She looked beautiful, whereas Daisuke just looked like he was going to chill.

"Oh, I see. What do you want me to wear?," Daisuke asked, knowing very well that his idea of neighborly appropriate was probably extremely different than Emiko's. Emiko squealed in delight, because it was rare, if ever, that Daisuke would actually ask for a makeover. She began jumping up and down, yanking Daisuke back upstairs from whence he came. Whe Emiko finally finished with him, he was adorned with black slacks, a white button-up dress shirt complimented with a yellow tie and matching cufflinks, and shiny black dress shoes.

"Oh!!! So kawaii!!!," Emiko squeaked, adjusting Daisukes tie. Daisuke frowned as he stood in front of the mirror, wishing he had just picked out something himself.

"Mom! I look like a Jehova's Witness," he whined, untucking his shirt.

"Stop that! You look cute honey. Now lets go meet the neighbors!," Emiko chimed, dragging Daisuke back downstairs like a Raggedy Andy doll.

DAISUKE'S POV

"How many more houses," I cried having already been dragged to eight of them and at each one, I was forced to introduce myself, later to her repeats of my embarrasing childhood stories. Lame!

"Oh, quit whining. This is fun and don't worry. We're only going to visit every house on this street." Every house?! My eyes widened as I gazed at the expanse of the never ending street which I live on. The farther we got down the street, the longer it appeared to be. On top of that, the few people who didn't answer the door, probably did think we were Jehova Witness associates.

"Mom, it's getting late. Don't you think we should call it quits?," I asked hoping, she'd say yes. I don't want to find out what's gonna happen when my over eccentric mom meets up with Dark's bubbly Queen of Dress-up.

"Nope, we've only got three more houses to go. Oh, at least you know you have some friends comming over. Saehara and the Mio Hio girl both live on this street and agreed to come, didn't they?," Mom asked, trying to make me feel better.

"Uh, yeah I guess so, but I don't really know Mio Hio. She just sits next to me in Home Ec." She likes to stare a lot.

"Well then, this is a perfect opportunity to get to know her." Oh God. We continued rambling on until we got to the last house. I had been dreading this moment all day. Just anticipating that moment when I get to get jumped and forced into even more embarrassing drag shots. My heart rate began to accelerate, then stopped cold as my mom's finger pushed the button on the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

There goes my life, down the drain. And there we stood, waiting. My mom bouncing and I, about to piss my pants. The door opened to reveal a rather nice looking Krad. He didn't have the creepy glare and disgusted look he normally has painted on his face, but rather a surprised and genuine look of normalcy. He motion us in and asked us to have a seat on the couch.

"Would you like anything to drink?," Krad asked casually as we waited for his mother to come downstairs.

"Oh, water please," my mom said smiling. Her voice rang out like bells, chiming to break the silence. Krad smiled as well, then let his tawny eyes fall to meet mine. I shook my head slightly and he nodded, waltzing into the kitchen with an air of confidence about him. I envy that. Then she came. Twirling down the stairs like a raving lunatic, but graceful at the same time. Her raven locks hung about her as she floated into the living room and greeted us.

"Oh! I'm so delighted to meet you! I am Mrs. Mousy, Dark's mother! Oh, but you may call me Ayame," she beamed taking my mother's hand and pulling her off of the couch. They spun around in a circle and hugged one another as if they'd been best friends their entire life.

"Oh, yes! Yes, indeed! It's so great to meet you as well! I'm Dai-chan's mother! Just call me Emiko!," squeaked my mom, and together the shrill voices volleyed back and forth leaving Krad and I speechless. Krad having brought my mom a glass of water, which she totally ignored, because she was so engulfed in meaningless chit-chat.

"Daisuke's mother?! I would have guessed you for his sister! La! You are so pretty!"

"Oh no, no, no! You are much, much more pretty!," my mother chimed back.

"Nonsense!" Oh my God, shut up... I looked over at Krad who was just as annoyed as I was. Thank God, I'm not the only one. Krad tilted his head in the direction of the stairs and we left, with neither of our parents even noticing.

"Well that was interesting," Krad said, in a monotonous voice as we entered his room. He layed on his bed and I took a seat on his couch, looking at his large collection of DVDs as I kicked off my shoes.

"Yeah. At least we know there's a friend for everyone." We both laughed for while, but once it died down, we realized we had nothing to talk about. "Wanna watch one of your vids?," I asked, so we'd have something to do while we waited for the scream fest to end.

"Sure you can watch one. I'm just gonna read a bit, instead. I'm not one for movie watching."

"Are you kidding me?! Who doesn't like movies?" I think he's serious.

"I don't. Those aren't even mine. They're Darks, but he has nowhere else to put them."

"Okay, now you seriously have to watch one. We're going to watch a comedy," I said, popping in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Krad got up of of his bed and sauntered over to the couch. As he walked over he tripped over my shoes and fell on top of me, crushing our lips together. We stared wide-eyed at each other before even noticing what went down.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Daisuke. It was an accident," Krad said scrambling away from the couch, blushing just as red as I"m sure I was.

"Y-yeah. No i-it was my fault. I shouldn't h-have left my shoes there. S-sorry. I gotta go," I stuttered, grabbing up my shoes and running downstairs. Why do I feel so dirty? I don't think I did anything wrong, did I? No, but I kissed him. Ugh, this is so confusing. I countinued running, not even stopping when I saw Dark's mom showing my mom my drag shots. I ran out the door, slamming into Dark on my way out.

"Hey, you're crying. What's wrong?," Dark asked, wiping a watery substance from my cheeks, after having caught me before I fell and busted my ass. I looked at him for a split second, then averted my gaze, too afraid to stare at him directly. Jesus Christ! I can't even look at him.

"I'm not crying! I'm fine," I said hearing my own voice crack due to the weight of sadness. I tore my arm from his grasp, stumbling my way across the yard and leaving him confused on his doorstep. I didn't stop running until I reached the confines of my room where even I could no longer deny the fact that I really was crying. Not only was I crying, but I was crying for no reason or more-so that I didn't know the reason for the tears staining my white pillow cases gray. With had used all his might to roll a roll of tissue paper next to my hand. The hand that was hanging lifelessly off of the edge of my bed. As I looked at him, he gave me a soft smile and hopped up onto my back, curling up and letting me know he was there for me, regardless of the reason.

AHHH! Okay, so I added on a little bit to what was previously only about 3.8k words. Now it's not as short! Yay! Never-the-less, it was mildly lame in my opinion, but lemme know what you think anyway pweeze. =]