Wow, sorry this is a little late. MY BAD!

But yeah, this changed a lot (like A LOT) because I knew the plot down to the 't' but actually writing it and trying to make it not sound like crap was… irritatingly impossible for me last week.

But without further a due, here it is:

Unlucky Day 14: My (In)Sanity

I was extremely nervous. Almost as nervous as I had been the first day I scurried past these bare white walls of my school.

The nerves were nearly sickening as they played around with my emotions and mind as I rigidly marched to my first class of the day. My expression automatically switched to disgust when I was reminded of sickness.

I had been sick for ten, full, tediously long days and one more thought of that horrid plague could push me over the edge. But now I was back, fit as a fiddle and not a moment too soon; apart from the obvious illness that weighed me down so much over the past ten days, I also had Nic to worry about. He had been loyally seeing to my every whim without the blink of an eye and working very hard just to make me feel a tiny bit better at any moment (whether it was turning my television on for me or making sure he had the exact right coolness to my juice).

Those things were nice… super nice, in fact, but they just made me feel worse! The idea of me lying in bed, helpless to an indecisive fever and throwing up every other minute, and Nic intensely working without break had me completely revolted with myself.

But that wasn't the only thing that had made those ten days so very, very hellish. There was another reason, a blonde and rebellious prince-type one at that.

My wavering fever and unpredictable habit of fainting lately had me questioning my sanity. The heat and drowsiness that had liked to swarm my conscious recently resulted in a slight daze to sprinkle itself onto my surroundings and make me light-headed which was just far too similar to a recent situation I had found myself in ten days ago in the nurse's office.

Was I really getting that desperate for attention from Roxas that I couldn't differentiate the awfully obvious difference between reality and my own imagination?

It was a strong possibility that my little moment with Roxas had never truly occurred because for one; I don't really remember any clear details (apart from the fact his hand was on mine),two; I was sleeping before it happened and I fainted after so it could have been a dream and three; what "Roxas" had done did seem a little out of character, I suppose.

Ugh, if it didn't happen at all that meant Roxas and I still weren't talking! And if it did how am I supposed to act around him until I know for sure?!

Trust me; having ten days to think about this doesn't help a socially-retarded teenage girl's mental state, especially when she is questioning said state.

So basically, I don't know if I am going insane or not.

And that is why I am nervous. Also I was late.

But that really wasn't my fault, Nic held me up tons this morning making sure I was healthy by giving me these little tests and what not…

I paused outside of the classroom door, breathing deeply and trying to banish all the nerve demons from my being. Unfortunately not one nerve demon was banished, breathing sucks.

With a shaky hand and equally shaky thoughts, I pulled on the handle and entered the class. A murmur leaked into my ears as I felt eager, suspicious eyes fire at me. Mumbling a quick apology I dashed for my seat, sneakily peeking up to see if Roxas was waiting with a smile or ignoring me.

But I found no one, just an empty seat which caused an explosion of emptiness in my chest. I strangely sat down, suddenly feeling as though I didn't belong and that perhaps I had walked into the wrong class.

I frowned at the space next to me. Even if Roxas was in a mood with me, it was ten million times better than this horrible, vile heavy feeling of being lost and confused.

The whispering still hissed all around, it was easy to block out when my mind was fixated on one missing boy that I longed to see.

This didn't seem right at all! Was I at the right school? The people here seemed to be recognisable to me but this was far too different… It was even a little scary, not seeing Roxas sitting near with that same blank expression.

Was he alright? What if he had caught my sickness and was suffering as I had been?!

The teacher was doing the register now, calling out names that I, once again, was familiar with. I replied to my own name, in a surprisingly hoarse voice.

My ears perked to Roxas' name and I eagerly waited the few seconds pause after them, hoping he would answer and I would find him in this room somewhere, safe and sound.

His voice didn't reply and my hopes plummeted when the next name was called. Another wave of whispers flooded the class. What had them all hyped up today?

As I began to push their hissing from my mind I suddenly heard Roxas' name and found myself still as a statue and waiting for the quiet voice to continue.

"…I saw him today, out front." The voice quietly passed to its companion.

"Yeah, me too. I think he was waiting for…" The second voice cut there and left me hanging by threads onto my sanity.

Who was Roxas waiting for?! WHY wasn't he here now? Maybe he saw the person, went to speak to them and got knocked down?! My throat was too tight and my head spun with images of Roxas in hospital, weak and hurt, as a dull ache pulsed in the back of. I wanted, needed, to see Roxas. Right now.

Yeah, I think I am insane, might as well embrace it and use it as an excuse.

The next 48 minutes were excruciatingly agonizing. My every tiny little molecule yearned with passion to see him and make sure he was alright but I found myself stuck in this class. I swore the minute the bell went, I would look for him.

But as the irritable need to see him flared through my veins in another flash a minute before the bell, I suddenly heard the door click open.

My head swung up and I felt a million tonnes lift off of me immediately. There was Roxas, perfectly fine, with those thrilling eyes, a blank expression that could never really match its brilliant facial features and with those sun-kissed spikes. I felt feather light and dream like as I anticipated the idea of being close to him again.

As he shuffled to his seat, eyes glazed and down, I then began to notice Roxas was a little different than usual. His hair, usually perfectly messy-ish, was untamed and his eyes had a wild flash in them and were weighed down by slightly dark circles and a pale face. His uniform was scruffier than usual and his stance much more stooped and he gave off an eerie vibe of desperation and of the given-up.

Roxas' scent hypnotised me and, a step away from his seat, he finally looked up and captured me with those tired yet magical eyes.

The bell rang. The other students watched us feverishly and slowly trickled from the class, the teacher vanished somewhere too.

I didn't move, I didn't want to. I only wanted to look at those eyes forever. Roxas stared at me in surprise, I watched him back in awe with tinted cheeks and my heart racing.

Running a hand sheepishly through his hair and said, "Naminé, next class?"

Shaking my thoughts away I stumbled from my seat and shoved my books into my bag, I peeked up and found Roxas still in the same stance, frozen but with eyes that carefully watched my every move.

I suddenly noticed the class was empty and nerves sprang through me. I fumbled with my bag and jacket. I turned to Roxas and he took a swift step in front of me and was suddenly towering over me.

My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed up to those startlingly magnificent eyes that bored into me with sheer intensity. His cool breath swirled down to me and, reluctantly, I took a stumbled step backwards and averted my gaze to the ground. This wasn't actually happening was it? I had actually just fallen asleep during class or was still ill and in bed, dreaming…

"S-sorry, did you want by?" I murmured, glaring at my shoes.

Roxas took a step towards me again and my heart slammed against my rib-cage, desperate and frantic to be with him.

"Naminé, are you really feeling better?" Roxas whispered, almost to himself.

I nodded and glanced up to him, his powerful eyes still watched me, carefully.

There was a quiet moment in which I was sure he could hear my heart thunder.

"Naminé?" His tone had hardened with authority and his brow was creased.

"Yeah?" I squeaked out, looking up slightly.

Roxas tilted his head back in exasperation with a long, low sigh. I had perfect view of his neck, my body itched and squirmed from the inside to move closer to him. I restrained with a predominate blush. He brought his gaze back to me with a warm smile and I suddenly felt his fingers loosely curl around mine. And there goes my heart.

"You do not understand just how worried I was about you when you just fainted all of a sudden! I thought I had stressed you up to a point you couldn't take it anymore! I was so worried…" Roxas said with a strained, begged voice.

So it did happen! Happiness swelled inside my stomach and I felt like giggling. But one thing still confused me…

"You were worried?" I replied back in bewilderment, "About me?"

At my tone I felt his hand squeeze my fingers a little: there goes any will I have now.

"Of course, how could I not be?" He grinned, oh how I missed that grin. That grin could drive me insane any day and I wouldn't mind.

Roxas' thumb brushed in a soothing rhythm against my shaky fingers. Feeling his gentle touch, a bolt of electricity fired from his touch and all over my body, making me tickle all over in bliss. My face filled with colour and I glanced down to our hands; I wanted to see them linked and remember the image. But unfortunately Roxas noticed me look and his hand was tucked away in his pocket in a disappointing instant.

"B-because, you know we are friends, right? And friends worry about each other, yeah?" Once again, what he mumbled sounded more to him self than me.

My brow twitched into a frown but I quickly recovered into a smiling expression and grinned up to him. Even if he just saw me as a friend that was alright. As long as I could see him, that was definitely alright.

Right, next thing to worry about endlessly until my mental state comes into question again: the class holiday…

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