Author's Note: Nah I don't own Kiley or Peach Girl. Sigh. I wish I owned Kiley…* hugs little Kiley*

…::Chapter 2::…

Nurse Misao's office

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Nurse Misao made a soft clicking sound with her tongue. " Mmm-hmm!" She exclaimed. "Interesting, Mr. Okayasu. Are you sure you can't tell apart this fourth row?"

Kiley squinted at the letters on the eye chart. He frowned. " It's too fuzzy."

Nurse Misao grinned from ear to ear. " Now, take the little black spoon from my desk and cover your left eye and read each row, starting from the top."

Kiley did: " E, C, B, Q, R, D… U… no, O… W, V, N, M, I, Y, T… uh… is that a four?"

" That's enough. Now your other eye, but read the rows backwards."

" E, Q, B, C, N, V, W, O, D, R… I can't even make out that third row at all." Kiley tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

Suddenly, the door of the tiny nurse's office slammed open and Momo's tanned face peeked in. She batted her eyes, long eyelashes shielding her light brown eyes before she caught sight of Kiley standing a few yards away from an eye chart, a spoon up to his eye.

" What are you doing here, Kiley? Do you live here now or something?" She joked.

Nurse Misao shook her head impatiently. " Miss Adachi, what seems to be the matter? I thought the tacks in your shoes stopped."

" No, nothing like that. I just need some stomach medicine; it's not for me but for a friend. She's too shy to come here." Momo looked at Kiley again. He had lowered the spoon from his face and was looking at her, his dark hair falling lightly across his handsome face, two passionately burning eyes intent on hers. She almost shuddered.

" Kiley, you're giving me the creeps." She said.

He snapped from his daze and said: " Just wondering if I could read from your eyes how far Toji went with you." Instinctively, he dropped the spoon to the desk and covered his face. Momo was too busy signing her name in onto the nurse's chart of patients to hit him.

Instead, she kicked his shin lightly with her foot as she passed, then stopped reluctantly in front of him to ask: " Eye exam…? That time of the school year again?"

Kiley nodded, but Nurse Misao spoke anyway:

" No, actually, I think Kiley might need glasses."

Momo laughed nervously and then glanced at him with raised eyebrows. " Glasses? What in the world?"

Kiley shook his head. " X-ray glasses, so I can take a good look at you, or maybe those girls from the booster club… oh yeah…" He licked his lips, wiping away unseen drool, and then looked down, faking a laugh so that Momo would laugh as well.

She did, and then grinned. " I miss your perverted mind. How come you're avoiding me?"

He bit his tongue to keep anything stupid from coming out and then struck a macho pose. " You know that playing hard to get will get you crawling back to me!" His wide, conniving grin made her laugh again.

Kiley wondered if they could all hear his monstrously fast and loud heartbeat, for it was driving him insane. It was pulsating with hot blood all the way to his ears, so hard and quick he hoped his chest wouldn't start vibrating.

Nurse Misao tapped Momo's shoulder. " Alright, darling, wrap it up, Kiley and I need to decide on an appointment with a local optometrist. I'll go call him right now. He's a nice man, I think his name's Dr. Tan, I'm not sure though…" She began to dial on the phone on her desk.

" I'll see you around." Kiley spoke so quietly Momo had to lean forwards to hear him.

" Ah, you're a hoot, Kiley." She gave him a wide smile and then waved as she left. Leaving with her was the soft scent of lilacs that was her shampoo, and that faint vanilla smell that signified she had used her vanilla-scented hand lotion. I wonder if Toji ever notices these things.

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…:: Dr. Tan, Optometrist, Exam Room 1::…

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Kiley stretched his long legs out on the chair as the doctor slowly raised it so that he could be opposite of the strange metal contraption filled with glass slides that would stick in and out like the gadgets of a Swiss Army knife. " Mr. Okayasu, am I correct?" The doctor checked his notes, and he looked skeptical. " No insurance?"

He shook his head.

" I'm afraid this visit might turn out costly, especially if I'll give you some proper glasses."

" I'm sure my eyes are fine. You'll see." Kiley's voice cracked. Momo didn't really seem to fall for him now, when he was doing his best to look great around her. He grew his hair out a bit because it gave him a more dashing look. Instead, now he'd be sporting glasses? Momo wouldn't look my way with interest. Not like she ever did before, but still…

" The nurse already went through an eye exam with you. Now I will shine a letter through his projector on that white screen over there. I'll flip some sample glass slides through the binocular-like thing here…" The doctor motioned at the strange contraption: "… and then, you'll tell me whether the letter comes more into focus or out of focus."

Kiley nodded.

" Let's begin!" Dr. Tan exclaimed, cheerfully, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. He slid down a few slides. Kiley said yes or no patiently, hoping that he was passing the test with flying colors. My vision is fine. I don't need glasses.

Finally, the ordeal was over. Kiley waited for the judgement.

" You are nearsighted, I'm afraid. Your left eye is – 3.25 and your right eye is – 2.50. No wonder you can barely tell apart the words on the blackboard."

" Yu told you that?" He croaked. He felt betrayed.

" Your sister was asked to tell me everything she knew as she filled out your medical information. I'm sorry, but you can trust me, I'll only help you." Dr. Tan's almond-shaped eyes were filled with a fatherly like sparkle, a sparkle Kiley never saw in his own father's eyes.

" Sorry, but I'm not going to wear glasses, no matter what. Can't I get contacts?"

" In the long run, they'll be a bother for a boy your age. It's a lot of responsibility. It can also become very expensive. Most contacts have to be replaced yearly, or some come in installments of 12 sets and each is worn a month. Each year, you end up paying for a new set of twelve. It can be an upsetting red mark in your sister's checkbook." Dr. Tan chuckled merrily and then placed a little prescription form on his desk, tucking it in the manila folder with "Okayasu, Kiley" printed on it very neatly in the receptionist's handwriting.

" So, glasses are the way to go with me?" Kiley asked, swallowing a lump in his throat.

" I'm afraid so." He replied.

" No way out?"

" Unless you want to do miserable in school. Your eyes will steadily worsen unless you get something equipped on your eyes." Dr. Tan motioned to a side room. " Let's step inside – you can pick a frame you like. Lucky for you, the glass can be fitted and cut for you overnight. You can pick them up on the way to school tomorrow!"

" Great." Kiley said, grimly. " Can you get me a noose while you're at it?"

Dr. Tan missed the joke, and said, merrily: " You can pick whatever frame you like!"

As he swung the door open, Kiley thought it was a great joke. Pick a frame? There must be a billion in here. The walls of the room were completely shrouded with glasses tucked into little plastic holders. Each frame was unique, some sported tiger print, others were pink, others were huge and horn-rimmed, and a few were tiny old-grandmother spectacles that teetered on the tip of a long nose.

Kiley skimmed the rows for the most unnoticeable, thin, small, wire-framed pair he could find. Finding a pair just like he imagined, he held it up to the light. You can pick them up on the way to school tomorrow! They come with a free handbook: "Guide to Being a Nerd!"

As Kiley left the doctor's office building with Yu leading the way, he thought: Just shoot me.