GUYS! NEW CHAPTER! DAILY UPDATES! I think we should all try the daily update challenge (invented just now). It's like good for my creative spirit and gives me a sense of accomplishment. Why don't you get that feeling when you're doing homework? Why do you always have to break my heart? I'll quit talking to myself…

So you know how a rose called my any other name smells like a rose? I don't really know what that means.

"Pancakes called by any other name smell just as sweet."

"YOU CAN READ MINDS!?"

Gilbert chuckled as he graded papers; it was after school, the time for us (in my dreams), "Only yours."

I stood at the white board solving equations he wrote out before my arrival.

Today my hair was down, as per the norm. He told me I looked good at homecoming. I absently touched my hair. He can read minds now? Could he then? Did he say that to cheer me up, keep me calm? He must be some kind of nerd whisperer. If my unnecessary anxieties and insecurities weren't enough my nose started running. Yeah, remember that cold I was telling you about last chapter? BITCH TURN COLD AS A FREEZER! Anyone get that reference? Yes? Maybe? Well cool points for you if you did. I sniffled, trying to keep it to myself. Great, I'm already not physically attractive and now my nose has decided to become Niagara Falls… Paradise Falls. Anyone know UP?

I turned around when I heard a soft laughter.

"And what's so funny," I said sniffling.

"Nothing. I'm tired of math."

"That's a lie, you get off to equations."

He simply stood up and walked up the board, he looked at it quickly before coming closer and leaning in a little bit. I felt like a helpless hamster. He smiled at me, like a sexual deviant. TAKE ME NOW MY LORD! Shit- he can read minds!? Think about something else, think about something else, think about anything else!? Hockey… Hockey… Polar Bears… Beavers… Beiber… Selina… Spring Breakers… SPRING BREAK 2014!?

"Spring break? Well that would explain why you got every single on of these questions wrong. Get your head in the game brat."

There he goes calling me brat again. It's always some sort of nick name; Birdie, Kid, Brat. Why can't he just call out my name? Why can't he just hold me tightly in his big strong man arms when it's raining outside? Why can't he just swoop down and kiss- hold my hand. Why doesn't he just strip- hold my hand. You know what? Why doesn't he hold my hand? We're two people who like each other. People who like each other hold hands. TAKE MY LOVE MITS YOU SAUCY BASTARD!

"Sixteen?"

"What?"

He held up his car keys, "Wanna go for a drive?"

Of course I jumped at the chance. Before we got into his car he handed me a box of tissues and laughed at my nostrils. I was embarrassed and then he pinched my already red cheeks and called me Kid. I wanna be a grown up.

"Just enjoy being young while you can kid," he said leaving the parking lot.

"Again with the mind reading… and what's with all the names?"

"Names? Oh yeah. Well they're pet names."

"Pet names?"

"Yeah, because you're the teacher's pet!"

He started laughing and I blew my nose in annoyance. It was quiet for a minute, you could hear the outside muffled by the windows and the hum of his car. I sneaked a peek at him. He looked like he was thinking very intently on something. I realized I was staring and looked ahead.

When I looked back at him a second time I could hear some strange old music playing? What is this? Is that French? Suddenly the color was dimming. I cleaned my glasses, but it still seemed the world was in sepia? He stopped the car in a field somewhere. Then he unbuckled his seat belt.

"Uhh Gilbert, I think I'm sicker than I thought?"

He simply leaned my seat back and loosened his tie, climbing over me effectively pinning me under him.

"Gilbert?"

"Brat."

WOAH SHOOT!? FORGET HOLDING HANDS!

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

I looked around, I was back in the class room. My equations were still totally not solved and I freaked out. DID I FALL ASLEEP STANDING UP!? Oh shit did Gil hear me!? I looked over to his desk where I expected him to be hunched over feverishly solving math problems or staring at me like give what?

He was neither. He was asleep. So even math enthusiasts need a nap. I walked over to him, trying not to wake him. I took a seat on his desk and watched him sleep. Well that's not fair, cute guys shouldn't be good at math. He still smelled like cigarettes but I was becoming accustomed to the sent. I decided to try something crazy. I reached my hand out and pinched his ass. Haha, just kidding. I pet his head. Wow, his hair is softer than I thought it would have been. I mean it looks like it would be spikey? I laughed a little to myself, he has soft old man's hair. Fitting for such an old man.

"I'm only twenty seven," he said half asleep.

"WOAH MIND READER!? OR IS THIS ANOTHER DREAM!?"

"What are you talking about," he said rubbing his eyes like a sleepy sixth grader. Seriously, he's the man of the imaginary relationship, he shouldn't be allowed to be so damn cute.

He yawned and sleepily looked to the board, "Well Ludwig will be disappointed."

"Ludwig- your brother, right- Why would he care about my math homework?"

"What? Oh yeah, he couldn't solve those equations and I was having trouble so I decided to give them to you. I figured youth would outweigh experience in this situation."

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT GIVING ME COLLEGE LEVEL MATH!?"

Yay cute short chapter! My nose was runny when I was talking to this kid and in my head I though "Great I'm already physically unattractive and now my nose is runny!?" And I shit you not my next thought was "This would be cute between Matthew and Gilbert." They say write what you know? So that's the update for today, as promised! I made time even with the convention today. REVIEW PLEASE!