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"What!" Ruby cried.

It's been weeks since Weiss and I had our little-screaming match and we decided that we needed some space from each other. I'm hoping we can figure something out and get to actually talk again instead of saying one sentence to each other in the mornings and then go about our day as we don't know the other.

I didn't realize how we both were at the moment until I blew up like a landmine. Weiss was unaware of the dangerous game of emotions she was playing. We've both hurt each other and we both are at fault here, but I think I take the higher percentage for how harsh and hot-headed I was toward the girl. I was a complete jerk to her. Weiss has never been in a relationship before which makes it harder for her to understand how a relationship works and for me to blow up in her was a bit uncalled for.

It's just… It's hard for someone to talk about a past relationship, especially if it was a special one to them and it ended with someone actually losing their life. I am not ready to tell the whole story to tell Weiss about me and Amber. It's too much for me to handle right now.

Amber's death didn't happen recently, but it doesn't discourage me to talk about it nonetheless.

"Yeah, we got in a fight," I explain to my baby sister. Sometimes she can be oblivious to things.

Blake turns to me. "I've been meaning to ask what was wrong with you. You seemed really angry about something, then you dipped into this sad and depressing side that I've only seen once."

"The fight doesn't sound too bad." Ilia chimes in. "People get mad all the time for stuff like that, so I'm sure you two will figure something out."

"I hope we can. Seeing her be all mopy around the apartment makes me feel terrible on the inside." I say, my shoulders slumping a little.

"So… you and Weiss are on a break," Ruby asks.

I nod. "Yeah… I think the reason why we both are taking this fight too hard is that we've grown too attached to each other. So we agreed to some personal space… in a silent way."

Ruby hums and slides back into her seat.

We've decided that we would do some shopping along with some fresh air. A girls day out on the town kind of thing. Ilia and Blake thought of the idea and asked if Weiss and I would like to go. Of course, it was before they knew about the fight so I asked if Ruby could come instead.

Now we are all in Blake's car, heading to Vale's mall. A three-story building with all the coolest things and hottest clothes in the world. It saddens me to know that Weiss would enjoy shopping.

My dull expression slumps into a sad frown.

Blake, of course, notices and speaks up. "Don't worry, Yang. Relationships aren't perfect. You two will fight every now and then. And you two will hurt each other's feelings, but in the end, you two will always come back to each other."

I mull over Blake's words for a moment. "Yeah," I mumble. "But Weiss doesn't know that."

We pull up the bustling building full of wonder. I've only been to this mall twice because everything is a bit overpriced for my budget. So my policy is if I really want it then I need to find a good use for it.

"So what is our plan of attack?" Ruby asked, hopping out of the car.

Blake locks up her vehicle since Ruby is the last one. "We'll start from the bottom and work our way up."

"And if we split up than we meet at the food court," Ilia adds. "I know a pretty good Chinese restaurant."

We all nod in agreement and begin our adventure by heading to the nearest clothing store which happens to be Ruby's store in the whole world. Hot topic.

"YAY!" The red head cheers dashing inside.

"Ruby, don't-oh, for the love of… Ruby!" I try my best to keep the girl under control, but she's already lost. Ruby's busy running her hands across all the hung up t-shirts and fiddling with stuff. "You guys wouldn't mind helping, would you?"

Ilia snickers at my sister's antics as she begins to call me over to look at something, waving her arm frantically. "Blake and I were planning going dress shopping since Weiss' charity is coming up soon, but we can stay and…"

"Oh, crap!" I gasp. "I almost forgot about the charity! You guys go dress shopping, I'll watch after Ruby."

Blake and Ilia glance at each other for a quick second then look back at me.

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay?" Blake asks.

"I'll be fine," I say waving them off. "Besides, being with my baby sis might be able to help distance myself with what's been going on."

"Okay…" I can hear the questioning tone in Blake's voice from a mile away. "Well if you need any help at all don't be afraid to call or text us."

A smirk plays across my face. "Oh, I'll totally be fine."

"Yang, come check this out!" Ruby cries out. The redhead's calls and cries make the two Faunus laugh.

They wish me luck before we depart and go our separate ways. I turn to see Ruby bouncing up and down with a several goth like t-shirts in her arms and a twinkle her eyes.

My shoulders slump in defeat. "I'm getting too old for stuff like this."

It felt like hours before I finally dragged Ruby out of hot topic. She whines and complained about how I didn't buy her the four million shirts she wanted. I told her we would be broke if I did. She replied saying that she would look like a pretty but broke, person. I guess I can't argue with that.

"Do you have a dress for Weiss' charity?" I ask as we ride the escalator up.

Ruby responds with an annoyed groan. "Ugh! No!"

"Well, you better find one or you'll be staying at the hotel," I say, stepping off the moving stairs. "I'm not going to let you go in pants and a shirt."

Ruby grumbles and sticks her tongue out at me. I grab her by the arm and pull her along.

"Come on. I know the perfect place to get a dress." I state. "Then we can go get a cookie or some ice cream."

This lightens Ruby's spirits and she practically dashed off, nearly ripping my arm out of my socket, to the dress store, leaving me in the dust.

"Yep. Definitely getting too old for this."

I make my way over to the dress store to find Rubes. It won't be hard for spotting her. What will be hard though, is finding a dress that she'll like and actually wear not just one time.

Ruby stands at the front entrance, ready to scout out a dress. Though the twinkle in her eyes from early doesn't show, You can still see the enthusiasm in her. Most likely because she just wants ice cream or to get this over with.

"What kind of dress am I looking for?" Ruby asks.

"The good kind," I say strolling past her. "Something that's your style, isn't too expensive, and beautiful."

"Something red!" Ruby chimes, coming up next to me. "And Black."

We head to the very back where some of the dresses are on clearance or have a discount. Most of the dresses are too foofy or all daisies and rainbows which are too colorful for Rubes. Our search seems fruitless until we run into a special someone. With her rocking shades, long brown hair was thrown into a bun, minus the strand that hangs next to her face, a simple t-shirt with its long sleeves a golden brown color, jean shorts and tennis shoes, it's easy to mistake the Coco Adel as a casual shopper. Not for me though.

I stroll right up to her with a smile on my face. "Is the Cocoa Adel really shopping at some low-end dress shop?"

"Is the Yang Xiao-Long really dumb enough to walk up to me in public and talk to me like a low fashion senses human being such as herself?" She asks, lowering her shades.

"Yes."

I receive a chuckle from the fashionista. "You haven't changed one damn bit, have you?"

"Nope!"

We give each other a firm shake with a big grin on our faces. We haven't seen each other since last year, so what are the odds of running into each other here? Low. Like not on the chart low.

"So have been up to?" Cocoa asks.

I shrug. "Eh. Keeping up my title, hanging out with friends, going to school, dating a girl, and having fun."

"Oooh, a girl." Cocoa wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Do tell."

It takes me second to think if I should tell Cocoa about my relationship with Weiss Schnee.

"Well… it's a bit up in the air right now, but… I'm kind of dating Weiss." I seem a little unsure of my word choice, but I don't know what else to say.

Cocoa turns to me, her eyes a piercing gaze, lips a thin line. "What did you do?"

Her harassing tone causes me to flinch. Cocoa is a chill person and all, but when she gets mad. Boy, you better be prepared.

"So, I told you about our relationship is up in the air right. Well, we kind of got in an argument and we both said some things that probably shouldn't have been said." I suck in a big breath. "So now we are spending some time away from each other until things simmer down."

"Kay. Why did you throw a hissy fit it the first place." Cocoa demands. "I know Weiss. She's a delicate snowflake that doesn't need to be melted by your hot temper." She explains. "What were you two arguing about anyway?"

I swallow hard. "Amber…"

Cocoa sour expression loosens. "Oh."

She knows what happened to Amber. All of my friends know about her except for Weiss.

Cocoa Let's a beautiful sight. "I know you're still having trouble with talking about Amber; she meant a lot to you, but Weiss doesn't know that. So yelling at her isn't going to solve anything. Weiss is a sensitive soul and should be protected."

I mull over her words. "You sound like you know a lot about Weiss."

"We used to be roommates."

I blink several times in surprise. "You two used to be roommates!?"

"Yeah," Cocoa begin to explain to me how she became roommates with Weiss. "We had so many seniors that year and there weren't enough rooms. So some of us were moved to half-filled rooms. I was lucky enough to have Weiss as a roommate and some petty bitch who parties every night. Then she begins to snicker. "I never thought she would hook up with you though."

"Yeah, I'm surprised too." I sigh with content. "And I'm glad we work well together."

Cocoa smiles. "You're not out of the fire just yet, Xiao-Long."

She's right. I'm nowhere near out of the fire. If anything, I'm right in the middle of it. There's so much I need to do to make it up for being a complete ass to Weiss.

There must be something I can do to make better. I search through my memory to see if there is something I can do to make it up to Weiss. What can I do to… that's perfect!

"Cocoa!" I grab Cocoa by shoulders. "I need you to help my sister find a dress! I gotta go do something important!"

I push off of Cocoa and dash out of the store, leaving the fashionista to take of my sister. Right now I have more important things to take care of.

Weiss' PoV

Two weeks. Two weeks of terrible sleep. Two weeks of terrible school. Two weeks of terrible everything… and it's all because I couldn't keep my fat mouth shut.

Now.

Now I don't know if we're still dating or not. Is it normal for couples not to agree on something, to yell at each other, to say things that they didn't mean to say? Everything's a mess now.

I don't know what to do except to sit in bed and feel rotten on the inside. Because of my actions, my grades have dropped and my health has suffered bit by bit. Every morning I've looked worse and worse, just to cover my baggy eyes and a pale face with as much makeup as possible. Every night I lay in bed crying until I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. And every day I try to stay away from Yang for fear of her saying something to me. Something that I would not want to hear.

I've laid in bed since four. Everybody has gone to hang out with their friends and I'm here by myself. No friends. No aquatints. Nothing. I'm back to square one with nothing.

The charity crosses my mind and with what has happened I don't know if Yang would want to go anymore.

Would she want to go as friends or would that be much for me to handle? It's still a fresh wound and I don't need to make it worse by having her come… if she doesn't want to that is.

I feel like I've had an addiction and I'm trying to come off of it for the last two weeks. So far it sucks. I need Yang now more than ever. I need to be wrapped in her arms to feel safe. I need her like an addict needs their weekly fix.

A knock sends me scrambling under the covers. I pray to the gods that's it's not Yang.

"Weiss!?"

Gods, I should have prayed harder. The door squeaks open and Yang steps in. I'm not mentally or physically prepared for what Yang has to say.

"Weiss?" She whispers loudly.

"No, please… go away. Go away. Please leave me alone." I mumble repeatedly. "Please go away."

A warm pad presses against my thigh and I stop breathing. As if Yang's unforgettable touch cut off my air supply. The warm pad travels upward and I begin to panic when it reaches my side.

The scar begins to emit a slow burning pain. My body begins to tremble from the pain. I realize that I'm going to have the worst panic attack to date if I don't keep my emotions in check.

"Weiss?" Yang uses a soft voice that's gentle to the ears. "I got something for you."

"Go away." A Pitiful whimper escapes my throat.

The cover begins to move, sliding down my body, stopping at my legs. I cringe as Yang slides in next to me. My first instinct is to curl up into a ball and ignore her until she leaves, but something stops. Something ice cold and dripping wet.

"I did all this hard work to get you your favorite milkshake and you're telling me to go away?" She sounds conflicted.

I begin to nod my head, but Yang's words from the argument ring in my ears. I've worked my ass off to please you.

There is no need to make the same mistake twice and I slowly begin to sit up. Yang is patient enough to let me get in a comfortable position then hands me the shake.

The frothy creamy touch on my tongue is able to put a small smile on my lips. It tastes so good. I viciously suckle on the straw until there is nothing else to suckle on.

"You sure sucked that down quick." Yang chuckled. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

The straw pops out of my lips and I hand the empty cup back to Yang. I don't remember the last I've eaten real food, other than the junk food and coffee, I can't recall the last real meal I've had. So my best option is to shrug which I do.

Yang looks at me in shock and disappointment. "Weiss, you can't be doing stuff like that to yourself."

She sounds like a mother scolding her child. I feel ashamed and embarrassed for not being able to function like a normal person after Yang left for two weeks. How am I supposed to function if she leaves and never comes back?

The thought sickens me a little. It causes an uprising of questions in my head. Why is Yang here? What does she want? Is she going to tell me the truth? Gods, I feel sick.

"Woah. Woah! Weissicle! Calm down. Don't get too worked up." Yang says. "Also you're mumbling."

I whine out of embarrassment and sink into the blankets, hoping that they will hide me from it all.

"Oh, come on. I still need to talk to you about something."

Oh, Gods. Not a talk. That's the last thing I need right now.

"Just to reassure you, I'm breaking not up with you."

A breath of air quickly passes my lips. I hadn't noticed that I have been holding my breath in. Air now heaves in and out of my lungs as I try to regulate my breathing. She doesn't want to leave me.

It's a bit surreal that Yang wants to stay with me. After the bad argument we had with each other, she still wants to stay. I thought she would hate me because I didn't listen.

Once again, I'm wrong.

"I don't hate you for not listening to me, Weiss. Sometimes we'll get fed up with each other's excuses and we'll get snappy and rude. That's when we need some me time." Yang explains. "A relationship can become hard if you stick to your partner like glue… and we both kind have been doing that." She heaves a sigh. "And I should have told you about… Amber."

Amber? Is that the girl who was Yang's first girlfriend? She told… well, yelled at me that she died. Now I feel terrible for not taking into consideration that Yang wouldn't want to talk about her past relationship with me especially if it involved death.

I pull the covers off of me slowly once again to look Yang in the eye. Sorrow hides behind the soft smile she has on her face. Yang hides the pain well, but I know all too well how to hide my feelings which is why it's not hard for me to notice.

"Yang," I say as gently as I can. "You don't have to tell me about her if you don't want to."

She shakes her head. "No. If I told you about Militia. Surely I can tell you about Amber."

I lips pressed into a thin line. Watching Yang put a brave face for others is thoughtful, but who is going to put on a brave face for her.

"She-"

"Stop!" I yelp.

Yang immediately becomes concerned and asks me if I'm okay. She looks to see if she accidentally brushed my scar. Nothing is though.

"Weiss, I don't-"

I jam a finger into her chest. "I'm tired of you constantly having to bring up the past to explain something to me!"

The blonde is baffled by my out cry. "Wha… I… I don't…"

"I'm tired of you having to bring up a reason to explain yourself when I should have more faith in you," I explain. "I should be there for you, Yang, because you're always there for me. bringing up the past and remembering things you want to forget? It's not fair."

"But that's not your choice," Yang states. "It's mine."

"It still doesn't make me feel better," I mumble. "In fact, it feels like I've been using you."

Yang sinks into the covers next to me, whispering. "But you're not."

"Yes, I am!" I yelp. "I'm around you all the time! And you never get to do anything you want!"

A warm hand touches my cheek. "As long as I'm with you everything is fine."

Yang plants a kiss on my forehead. I've missed the feeling on Yang's lips on my skin. I've missed her period.

Her strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me close to her warm body. The scent of oranges and ginger fills my nose. It's a different scent than last time we've been together.

She must have changed body wash or shampoo or something along those lines. Whatever the reason, I love it. Like a fresh start for our relationship which is what's happening.

"Ruby told me you've been having a hard time sleeping," Yang whispers in my ear.

"That's funny because she told me you can't sleep either," I reply.

I receive a snicker from the blonde. "Yeah, the sofa sucks."

We've equally put each other through a lot over the past couple weeks. I think it's time we relax for a moment. A long moment.

I scoot forward, getting as close as I can to Yang, resting my head under her chin. It good to be in her warm embrace again. My body slowly begins to relax, melting into Yang's form.

"Your charity thingy is this week. Am I still on the list?" She asks

I giggle. "Yes, you big dumb blonde. You're still on the list."

"Oh, thank gods." She breathes with over exaggeration. "I was hoping that I could still turn some heads on Friday. Not just at the boxing match but on the dance floor

as well."

"Who are you fighting against on Friday anyway?"

"Neon," Yang grumbles. "The girl is really annoying to fight."

"How so?"

"Neon spits out comments and stuff that aggravate me. She doesn't know when to shut her mouth and fight."

"She sounds like a joke," I reply.

"She is!" Yang exclaims. "She a really bad joke that wasn't planned out at all!"

"Goodness. You must know how to make good jokes if this has you all riled up?" I say in a teasing manner.

"You have no idea." She giggles.

The happy girly noise Yang has made makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I've always loved that feeling in my chest. It's like a reminder that I've fallen in love with someone who makes me feel like I'm loved and wanted. Something that I haven't felt in a long time.

"Ruby and I went dress shopping today," Yang speaks up as she strokes my hair.

I'm close to falling asleep in her arms, but I don't mind carrying out the conversation a little longer. "Mmm. How was it?"

"I kind of left her at the dress shop with Cocoa. Probably should call her at some point."

Cocoa is the keyword that catches my attention. I pull away for a quick second to look her in the eye and ask she's talking about my old roommate. "You know Cocoa? As in Cocoa Adel, right?"

Yang smiles. "Yep. She told me you two used to be roommates back in the day. She's also the reason why I came to talk to you."

"Is that so? Did she also suggest getting me my favorite drink?"

"Nope! Thought of that one all on my own." She sounds so proud.

"I'm glad to see my big dumb blonde did something on her own for once." I giggle.

"I'm glad to see little miss Polly pocket enjoyed my present."

I reel back. "How dare you call me a plastic pocket-sized toy!"

I've downgraded from a pocket princess to a Polly pocket. And she called me little too! That's totally unacceptable!

"Besides, we've already had this conversation about how…"

"You're boob height?"

"NO!"

Yang begins to laugh and if her laugh wasn't so contagious than I might have been mad at her longer. But due to the fact that the both of us are dorks and dolts, we laugh anyway. Like old friends that haven't seen each other since their golden days. It's great.

Our laughter dies down to short wheezes and giggles, then silence.

For the rest of the day, we simply enjoy each others company.


I kind of pictured two best friends getting back together after a disagreement. Also, the two week time skip is for a good purpose, minus the fact that I couldn't think of anything to fill that void. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Don't forget to leave some criticism (life knows I need it), like, comment, subscribe, and I'll see you guys next time! BYE!