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I grit my teeth as I stop the car directly in front of the Vega household. I can feel anger dancing in the depths of my stomach, bubbling like a witch's brew or something.

"Get out, Vega," I breathe out quietly, not even daring to face the girl sitting beside me. I wait for her to leave. She doesn't even talk. "Well? Are you stepping out of my car or not? Vega—"

I glance over to her, only to see that she's more or less sound asleep, her temple pressed to the window. I furrow my brows together and poke her on the arm. Nothing.

"Vega? Hey, Vega, wake up, will you?" I lean closer to her, my hand wrapping around her shoulder and shaking her carefully. When she still doesn't move, I shake her harder. Panic starts to rise up my throat, my eyes growing wide with each shake that she doesn't respond to. "Vega!"

I put my other hand on her other shoulder and shake with as much force as I can, all the while feeling my anxiety building up more and more until it's choking me.

"Hey! Vega! Shit, this can't be happening. Vega!"

"Hmm?" This simple moan sends me forward, my arms wrapping around her slim body and pulling her to me.

"God, Vega! You scared the hell out of me," I hiss, my fear slowly dying down.

"Is it safe to mix the words 'God' and 'hell' in the same dialogue?" Vega's body shakes slightly as she chuckles, but her current weakness is quite evident.

"You mixed them in the same sentence, so that's worse." I sigh loudly as I try to calm my speeding heartbeat. Okay. That was a pathetic adjective to use. "You're the worst, you know that? Did you know how worried I was, Vega? You weren't moving!"

"You were worried about me?"

I freeze, and after a few seconds, I pull away, avoiding her gaze completely by staring down at my lap.

"Well, yeah. I thought you—well. You weren't responding and I was shaking you so hard." My hands clasp together and I bite my lower lip. "I shouldn't have tried to sabotage you and purposely misplaced the blood bag."

Vega suddenly breaks into laughter and I shoot her a death glare.

"Why the hell are you laughing, Vega? You think it's funny that I was worried sick about—"

"No, that's not it," Vega says. She flashes me a large, cheesy grin. "It's just that I knew—well, not really, but I had a feeling you were the one who misplaced my blood. Where is it anyway? Did you hide it or something?"

It's my turn to chuckle.

"No. I placed it at some moving cart or something." Vega and I exhale at the same time. "So. Vega. How are you feeling? You were quite loopy a while ago, considering your out-of-tune singing and that falling-to-the-ground bit."

"Well, I'm not acting like I'm drunk anymore if that's what you mean," Vega answers. "Though I still feel pretty weird, like my body weighs a ton."

"Trust me, Vega, you're light as a feather."

"And you would know how?" She cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Someone had to drag you to my car, you know."

"You dragged me to your car?" The sparkle in her eyes tell me that she doesn't exactly believe it. That I dragged her to my car.

I shrug. "Half and half."

"Half of what?"

"What?"

"What?"

I roll my eyes. "Never mind." I glance back at my threaded fingers and frown. "Are you mad?"

"Mad about what?"

I whip my head around to face her incredulously. "Are you freaking serious, Vega? I just sabotaged your performance! Made a complete and total fool of you in front of everyone! Not to mention losing three pints of blood in one day is completely unhealthy."

"I'm not."

"Ah, so you are—what?"

"I'm not mad, Jade."

"Why not?" My breath hitches in my throat when she lifts her hand, slightly shaking, and pressed her cold palm against my cheek.

"Because I'm not. How many more times do I have to prove that, Jade?" She blinks.

I shake my head carefully so that her hand remains pressed against me. "You're weird, Vega."

"Are you not?"

"Touché." The side of my lips quirk up in a smirk. "Well. Go on, Vega. Your parents are probably expecting you. Or do you need help with walking, because I can totally walk you over—"

"No, no. I can walk on my own. I lost three pints of blood, not both my feet." She lets out another airy laugh before moving closer to me and hugging me. I bury my face into her brown hair. "I've been wondering, though. How come you're the one to drive me home? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"Sikowitz." That one word, that one person, is obviously answer enough for both of us, because we both break out into fits of laughter. "Whatever. Now go, Vega."

"You never said you were sorry." She pouts, and I know she's teasing.

"Do I have to."

"Yes." She smiles. "No. Not really. Good night, Jade."

She pushed the car door open and steps out, but just as her foot touches the pavement, I wrap my arms around her in a backward hug.

"I'm sorry, Vega," I murmur before pressing my lips to her cheek and carefully pushing her to her feet, closing the passenger door as soon as she's out and driving away as fast as I can. I see her touching her cheek with a dazed smile on her face through the rearview mirror before I disappear around the corner.

Author's Note: Okay. Haven't updated in a little while. I'm thinking of discontinuing my first story, but I don't really want to. Gosh, I'm so conflicted. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this. Random fluff is always good. Chow!