A/N: I got this (again) off of Quizilla... i thought I'd do a little fluff on Dee cuz it's funny, cute but funny. :)

I do not own !

Consequence Academy was just like any other schools. It had boring teachers, boring subjects, boring, boring, andboring. Maybe that was the reason I failed most of my classes—conduct-wise; they never interested me ever since I started high school.

Math was a drag – my teacher explained as if I graduated college and gets mad if someone asks her to repeat. Chemistry was just the same – everyone was practically afraid of the monster in a lab coat. And I can't even get started on my P.E. coach.

The students were boring too.

Well, most of them.

Nicholas Flamel and John Dee were one of the students I found interesting.

And since John was fortunately my classmate (and I hated Nicholas's guts), I befriended him, along with Mac and Virginia .

I liked him.

…But maybe too much than I should as a friend.

"Ugh finally, last subject," I groaned, placing my head over my desk. Turning to the boy beside me, I blow out the hair stuck to MY face. "I'm tired."

John snorted, lazily leaning back on his chair, "What are you talking about? The only thing you did today was read your textbook and sleep!"

"Because it's so boring! Can you entertain me during class?"

"Do I look like a clown to you?"

"Well~"

"Shut up."

I grinned at him then turned to the teacher, who happened to be glaring in my direction.

"Yikes,"I silently chuckled, grabbing one of my pens and notepads. But oh no, it wasn't for jotting down 'silly' notes. It was for something better. I carefully watched the teacher if ever she turns around from the board while silently calling for your seatmate, "John… John…"

"Hm?"

I waved the piece of paper, gesturing him to take it, and he did.

Nothing bad could possibly happen if he did, right?

With big bold letters it said:

"I'M BORED JOHN. D:"

Why is he not surprised?

Smirking, he scribbled down his reply, "Why don't you sleep? You do that in every subject anyway." He carefully sent it back.

"If I tell you it's so boring I can't fall asleep, would you believe me?"

"No."

"Ha-ha-HA. Well anyway, I like this better. I think I'll find this fun. I should do this in every BORING subject! :D"

For the whole fifteen minutes we passed notes to each other, unnoticed by the teacher – who happened to be the main topic of our "discussion". That mean, boring, old monster.

As I held out another the piece of paper, I felt John's hand touch mine, causing a short gasp to escape from my mouth. The paper fell on the floor without a sound, though most of the students eyes were suddenly on me. Who gasps during English with Mr. Pease…

"What's this? Passing notes in class now, Dee-kun, Cassy-kun?" Our teacher smirked, bending down to get the piece of paper. As she read it, we could feel some sort of murderous intent coming from him.

"DETENTION! AFTER SCHOOL!"

For an hour and a half John and I sat in silence, along with five or more students who happened to join us in detention. Also, today was the day we both found out our English teacher handles detention. Harsh.

"And I was supposed to go somewhere." John mumbled.

"NO TALKING DEE-KUN."

John rubbed his temples, heaving a soft sigh – that showed how strong our bond really was. He could never shout at me nor throw something even near me when I drag him into trouble. He was sure it wasn't because you were a girl…and yes, you make fun of him everyday but…

…Maybe…

He was cut off from his thoughts when a piece of paper mysteriously appeared on his desk. Assuming it was from me, he slowly opened it. "Sorry about this John," it said.

He never sent it back.

I wrote another note and passed it to him, "Are you mad?"

"No, I'm not… You don't see me throwing you a trash can, do you? We're best friends, right? Or whatever you people call it."

A light blush creeps up my face as I scribble down more, "Right! And best friends stick together detention or not!" Looking back at the boy, I smiled to myself, "D'aww man, I love you! :P"

As I sent it to him, I felt a heavy weight lifted from my shoulders. Even though he might think of it as a joke, hey, at least I told him. Though, I have a feeling he'd just reply with an "Idiot…" or not reply at all knowing him.

"Okay, your time is done. You can go home now." Your teacher mumbled, picking up some papers from his desk. As he left, I ran my fingers through my hair, heaving a relieved sigh. Finally, I could go home.

Momentarily forgetting about the note, I reached out for my bag and felt someone brush pass my arm. "Bye," I heard John's voice say.

"Ah…" I sat up to see John already by the door. It wasn't long until I noticed the folded piece of paper I gave to John on the desk. Slowly, I opened it, my face suddenly burning bright red: "Idiot…

I love you too. D:"

A/N:

Dee: I knew you didn't hate me!

me: *Punch* I do too!

Dee: awe are you blushing cassy-kun?

me: don't make me throw a vending machine at you, immortal scum!

Dee: Ha! you could pick one up if you...*gets hit with vending machine*

me: you were saying *evil smerk* thanks for reading... you really should take him to a hospitle or something i think that hurt. lol