So, it's me again. I hit a narrative brick wall with this chapter, and I'm sorry it's taken so long for this to be updated. I mean, I literally used to put up a chapter a day, but I've already written Flowey's 'accident' into the plot, and I want it to happen but other things have to happen first. I'm not going to hurt him yet, at least not before the things on Flowey's arms that Sans and Frisk thought they saw are explained.

Also, I enjoyed your reviews a lot and it blows my mind that we've gotten to 21 reviews! This is the most amount of reviews I have EVER gotten on a story!

Anyway, just so you know, I didn't put the whole "hestoothinwhyhaventyoufedhim" thing in for nothing...

"I. Hate. Everything." groaned Flowey as the alarm clock woke them.

"I'm sure you do." said Frisk.

"Can you tell it to shut up?"

Smack.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"Hurry up!" Frisk shouted.

"Hold on a second!" Flowey yelled back.

"We don't even have a second, the bus is going to be here in literally one minute!" Frisk didn't have time to listen to his response. She ran down the driveway. Her feet pounding against the sidewalk as she reached the bus stop. Flowey then running out of the house, jumping the porch steps, and followi- nope. He forgot his backpack and went right back inside to get it. He literally arrived at the best stop at the exact right time.

The second after he arrived, the bus did. Bella, the girl from last night (Anna or something), and Hunter got on before the Dreemurrs (though Flowey still called himself 'Flowey the Flower'). Bella went to go sit down with Alex, leaving Frisk and Flowey to go sit together.

There were a few kids who got on the bus after Flowey and Frisk- for example, Frisk noticed that Aki from band class was on this bus as well.

However, after a while, Flowey instead slumped down into his seat, his face slightly green. "I don't feel so good."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I'm gonna throw up. Ugh."

Was he carsick? Or... bus-sick...? Probably.

It then just registered that the bus was really loud. Like, really REALLY loud.

It was a miracle that the two of them survived the bus ride.

The green look on Flowey's face didn't fade away when they finally arrived at school.

"You should tie your shoelaces. You're going to trip."

"Don't care."

Flowey tripped and fell when some random person stepped on his untied shoelace. He scowled as he went to pick himself up off the floor, bracing himself for a "I-told-you-so" from Frisk. Surprisingly, it never came. Instead, he heard- "Are you okay?!"A hand appeared in front of his face, ready to help him up.

When he looked up at the person, time seemed to freeze.

The person had curly black hair underneath a beanie and hazel eyes looking at him in concern. Flowey slowly took the person's helping hand. His heart sped up. Instead of the nausea he'd been feeling that morning, he felt butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He was slightly aware of a blush creeping onto his face.

"Uh... thanks... I'm fine." he stuttered out.

He and the person in front of him had an awkward silence while Frisk was next to him, making weird noises. Finally, the person sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck.

"Yeah, well, uh... I better get to... class... now..." it seemed the other person was experiencing a similar thing.

When they finally walked away, it was revealed to Flowey that the noises Frisk had been making... were little squee's.

"...What?" asked Flowey.

Frisk sighed at him. "Don't you get it? That was definitely a love-at-first sight kind of thing!" she exclaimed. "Sure, it was the most cliché meeting ever-"

"D#mn right it was."

"-but it was awesome! And to think- Max? And you? You would probably be the cutest couple-"

"Hold on a se- Urp." Just after Max had disappeared from Flowey's line of vision, the butterflies flew away and the feeling was replaced with the same nausea. Maybe Max's presence had simply distracted him from it.

Frisk noticed the green look on his face. "Maybe you should go to the nurse." she suggested.

"...It's probably nothing." he said. "Not worth my time. Besides-" he turned to his locker. "I need to figure out how I'm supposed to open this."

Once Flowey had finally figured out the locker, put his backpack and lunchbox away, got the stuff he needed, and met up with Frisk again, they compared schedules. That's when the two realized that they had the same first-period class-

Math with Ms. Smith.

Flowey's arrival didn't seem to be that big of a problem. He was assigned his seat, and there were no problems. He and Frisk both knew that they didn't have any other classes together except for their homeroom and Computer classes. Flowey had chosen to take the Art class instead of Choir/Chorus, Study Hall, Band, or the Peer Mentor program as an elective.

After the bell rang, Frisk noticed Flowey getting worse- about the nausea, I mean. "Ms. Smith-" he raised his hand. "Can I go-"

"No. Wait until I'm done talking." Ms. Smith snapped.

That was probably the worst thing she could have said.

"He what?!" exclaimed Alex. She and Frisk were walking down the hall on their way to lunch. Alex had wondered why Frisk's 'brother' hadn't shown up, and Frisk had promised to tell her after class. Now, it had taken until lunch to tell her.

"He threw up in the trashcan." said Frisk. "Bella took him down to the nurse. I don't understand why Flowey threw up though. I thought he just got carsick from the bus ride, but..."

"Well, I've gotten carsick from the bus before, last year, and it always went away a little after I got off. I never threw up from it." stated Alex.

"That's... odd. Anyway, Undyne had to come to school to pick him up since Mom was still... you know. Teaching. The nurse said Flowey didn't seem sick, but it that it's a school policy or something to always send students home after they throw up."

"That really is weird."

"I know, right?"

I'm really sorry this chapter also took forever to get up, but I got sucked into the fandom of Kindergarten and hOOOOOOOO my god it's awesome. If someone can please get a Kindergarten section of up that would be great.

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