"Why! Are! You! So! Stupid!" Shadow cries, smashing his face against a pillow. "You! Ruined! Your! Chance!" He finally flops down against the pillow, burying his head in it as if it can swallow him. Which, right now, doesn't sound so bad.

Shadow really wishes he could have figured out the truth before he acted as brashly as he did. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Some ridiculously shocking realization. A goddess-damned epiphany, he thinks, recalling Blue's face yesterday when the truth had come out.

What was he thinking? His train of thought had probably gone something like this:

My life is over. I'm DOOMED. Someone, please, kill me... Great, more people... Just don't look. No saving your pride now... "Shadow!" ...Wait. Is that...? V-Vio... "What happened?" At least somebody cares. Gosh, his hands are so soft... and warm... I-I can't believe I'm letting him see me cry... "What are you talking about?" Can't you see? I-it's my fault... I'm sorry.

"Shadow. What you did is the bravest thing I've ever seen, and I don't want you to forget it. Ever. You, Blue, Red, and I would have never become friends if you hadn't done that. We're proud of you. Really." ...What's wrong with me? I-I can't cry anymore. H-he's smiling at me... Why can't I smile back? Ugh, I'm so confused...– agggh more ranch dressing! He's laughing... I-I'm smiling...

. . . . . . .

...I'm in love with Vio.

So that's where he's left off. He's in love with Vio, and by acting on some stupid impulse he ruined his chances with him. He's lost for words, he's clueless, he's hopeless, he's a freaking wreck.

Not only that, but he can't shake the feeling that he probably stole Vio's first kiss. He kissed a guy, who was probably straight, stealing his first kiss, ruining their friendship, and making a fool of himself in front of the whole school. Just. Because. He. Was in. Stupid. Bloody. Love.

Shadow sits up suddenly. "My head hurts," he says to no one in particular. He bounds up out of bed and sits at his desk. He takes out a piece of paper, his favorite pen, and stares at the wall. He closes his eyes, trying to snowball his thoughts, grouping them together, getting the words right...

Got it!

Pen moves on paper, fast and fluid and flowing. When he's done, the page is filled with sprawling indigo cursive.

Vio— it reads,

I know you'll never read this (considering I'm not giving it to you), but I might as well write it down anyways.

I have a gut feeling you know, but I've fallen in love with you. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how, because the details are still fuzzy to me. All I know is that I can't get enough of this feeling.

However, as you know, something's in the way. A lot of things, actually. I don't even know exactly what it is, but... but you don't want to be around me. I can understand. You must think I'm out to get you even though I barely know you, or whatever. I don't care. Really. I don't mind at all. That was a lie.

I just want you know that I'm scared. I'm falling, and I'm going to hit solid ground soon. I just don't know when. No matter what I do, I can't brace myself for the pain that's about to hit. So I hope that you'll find it in your heart to– oh, I know how hopeless it sounds– try and break my fall.

— Shadow

It's not the best, but Vio will never see it. Shadow just had to get his thoughts all nice and organized, and he's always found writing to be the best way to do so. With a small smile, he opens his desk drawer and takes out a folder labeled: Shadow's writing. He eyes the note, urging himself to put it in with the other work.

But instead, he puts the folder away, gingerly folds the note in half, puts it in an envelope, writes "Vio" on it, and slips it under his pillow for safe keeping.

Glancing at the clock, Shadow realizes it's quarter to midnight. And while he's always been a night owl, he must admit he is a little tired. He wriggles himself under his sheets and flutters his eyelids closed.

...And he doesn't notice the pom-pom haired blur hovering outside the roof-side window.

The next morning, as memory washes over him, he lifts up his pillow to check for the note, knowing it'll become a habit.

His heart skips a beat.

Where's the note where's the note where's the note?

AN- Okay, I have, what– two important announcements?

Well, first, as you might have noticed: I am officially half-way through the story! *confetti poppers* I'm so excited to continue writing. I've been getting lovely feedback so far. I'd specifically like to thank:

KTDLover– gave me my FIRST review for BMF!

CryBabyCry– better known as YerBlues99, I am her FANGIRL. I almost died when I my first review from her.

Watermelon Juice– for loving Vio and Shadow. 'Nuff said.

msfcatlover– for giving me some great feedback! I always loved such specific comments about what was so good, it made me feel special!

Tanthachon25- for making me realize just how ANYONE can like my story. And also for listing me as one of his favorite authors, but I already thanked him for that.

But really, thanks to every single one of you! I never would have imagined that one thought of, "hmm. What would Blue be like in modern day?" would turn into THIS.

SECONDLY, I'm also going to be posting this on deviantART! ...Mainly because I haven't posted much there, so... yeah. ^^;; My account name is ~GlitterFluff07! Girly, I know. Enjoy!