"This is awful!" Rosalya exclaimed as she hurried up to me, Iris, and Kim. "What is wrong with boys?!"

"Well," I started, "besides the fact that they have weird minds, are single-minded, and are more hormonal than girls, they're still fun to be around."

Kim and Iris clapped, seeming happy with my logic. Rosalya just growled, fuming as she stared at me with angry yellow eyes, silver bangs falling in her face.

"Sorry, sorry," I put my hands up in surrender. "What's wrong, Rose?" I asked finally, putting my hands down.

"Leigh!" She exclaimed angrily, not saying another word about the matter.

"What about Leigh?" Iris tilted her head, confused. I didn't blame her. I was pretty lost as well, knowing that Leigh was... Leigh. No way he did something stupid that I could see Castiel doing.

"He's just not being a boyfriend! He's so casual and doesn't seem to care about me at all! I'm sick of him!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at us as though observing.

"Two questions," I raised my hand as Kim walked off to get to her locker. "One, why do you say that? Two, you keep looking at us like you want us to do something. How come?"

She sighed, moving her bangs out of her face. "He just is. Elle, I want your help. Please? Figure out what he wants? Exams are done, and it's pretty much a free day while others are retaking the tests. He might still be in the courtyard. Please help!" She pleaded, placing her hands together.

"Fine, fine," I gave her a pointed look. "Don't take my look. That was mine," I smiled as she took her hands down. "You're lucky I don't have to retake anything," I waved bye and walked off, heading for the courtyard.

"Ah! Leigh!" I hurried over, seeing him talking to Lysander. "Guess what. I'm the messenger girl for you and Rosalya since you can't go into the school building," I grinned, looking at the two.

"Oh, she told you?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, if you're willing to help, I appreciate it," he smiled a little.

"We were actually just talking about that," Lysander stated. "What exactly does Rosalya think?"

"Um... That Leigh doesn't care about her and something else? I wasn't paying too much attention," I shrugged sheepishly.

"So... We just need her to realize that he does care..." Lysander placed a hand on his hip and a hand at the side of his neck, thinking. Well, I hoped he was instead of daydreaming.

I turned to Leigh, who seemed to be thinking as well. "How about a poem?" I suggested, thinking about what he could write.

"Um... I'm not very creative there. Writing is more of Lysander's... thing..." we both turned to look at him, his response to look at us with a little "huh?"

"Let me read it," I told Lysander after he finished the poem, taking it from him. I nodded as I read it, almost feeling my heart flutter. "Wow, this is pretty good. She'll love this." I smiled at the two. "I'll give it to her. Just give me a minute," I walked off to the school building, heading inside and going to find Rosalya, who was just sitting in the stairwell on the staircase, pouting.

"Rosalya!" I hurried over, taking a spot next to her. "Look what Leigh wrote for you!" I made her take it, watching enthusiastically as she read it.

"Heh," She chuckled, looking at me. "Sorry, Elle, but I can tell that Leigh didn't write this. It's too obvious that it was Lysander," She gave it back, leaning back slightly. "I want it to be from him. From his heart," she stared at the wall as she spoke, dreamy eyes seeming a little lonely.

I nodded and stood. "Alright, then. Do you still want to keep the poem, though?"

She shook her head and gave it to me. "You keep it. It'll end up well in the long end if you keep it," she grinned.

"Okay...?" I took it and put it in my pocket, walking back off to the two boys. They both looked at me, expecting me to say that it was all good from the way their eyes seemed hopeful. I shook my head, stopping in front of them. "She knows that Lysander wrote it."

They rubbed their temples, seeming too much like siblings right there.

"Well, I don't know what to do, then," Leigh gave in. So quickly? I thought he was so determined to fix this.

"No, wait. Let me think of something..." I scratched my head, looking at the two. "Ah!" I smiled widely. "Why don't you just show some more affection? Like, hugs and kisses on the cheek!"

He looked at me now, though a little confused. "But, so suddenly...? Won't she just feel like it's because she thinks I don't care and I want her to stay with me?"

"There!" I explained, pointing at him. "Right there! That thinking means that you don't want to make her feel worse, right?!" Before he could say anything, I pulled Lysander over by the sleeve. "An apology should work, since she can tell whether or not it's from your heart!" I glanced at Lysander. "I'm going to use you here."

"Huh? Okay...?" He looked at me, seeming aware of what I was going to do.

"An apology should be okay," I started, bringing Lysander close, my arms resting at his hips. "A sweet hug, holding her close. Don't stroke her arm, though," I gave Leigh a pointed look at that. I then stood on my tiptoes, kissing Lysander's cheek. "A small and gentle kiss on the cheek," I looked back up at Lysander. "And if she looks flustered, something cute, like a nibble on the nose," I smiled, doing so to Lysander. "Thank you!" I patted his chest, stepping from him.

Leigh snickered, saying something too quiet for me to hear, but made Lysander develop an awkward atmosphere around him. "Alright, before you kill him with awkwardness, I'll try that." He smiled, nodding. "Can you bring her out here? Since I can't go in the building?"

"Yeah, sure! I be back~!" I went off and disappeared into the building, hunting for her. I found her, still in the same place, but with Violette and Iris. "Rosalya~! Come with me~!" I took her arm, leading her away before she could speak. "Before you protest, think about it this way. You're a tad melodramatic and you just need to listen. Sorry for being blunt," I winked, dragging her out to Leigh. I snagged Lysander's sleeve and drug him away, heading over close to Castiel, watching behind some bushes.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked, looking at our backs.

We shushed him, waving our hands in his face as we watched the two. Leigh's back was to us, but I could tell that he was talking by how Rosalya was looking at him. He kissed her cheek, but before he could do anything else, she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug, Lysander and I falling with groans of relief.

"Thank god..." I moaned, spreading out across the grass. "I'm beat from all of the thinking." I looked up at Castiel. "Yo."

Lysander looked over at him, smiling slightly. "Hey. Do you have the time?"

"Five minutes until school's out," he told us boredly, putting his headphones back over his ears.

"Eh?" I sat up. "I was going to work on homework today during our free time." I quickly dug through my bag that had fallen on the ground after I flopped down.

"Here, I'll help you with it. Who knows if you've been paying attention," Lysander said, leaning up against the tree Castiel was at with me.

I nodded, getting everything out. Castiel moved over to sit next to me, looking at the papers. "You two are going to bother me, so I'll help." He took my pencil and underlined something. "You should start there."

I worked on what they told me to, finding that I was getting it faster with some help. How strange was that? Not strange enough. I fell asleep soon after finishing, remembering my head leaning over to Lysander's shoulder. When I woke up, it was evening and the three of us were still there. Just... sleeping.