You know, writing is a lot like politics. You can never make everyone happy. Oh well, I try. Also, no offence to people who like History class - I called it boring in this chapter. I am incredibly sorry to anyone who is offended by that.

- Chapter 13 -

It was Sunday afternoon and Joey was walking through the park, savoring the last few hours of the weekend. He was just walking aimlessly when he noticed one of his friends sitting on one of the benches near the pond. He grinned and walked silently up to him, hoping to surprise him. No such luck.

"Hey Joey,"

"Wha- how did ya know it was me?" Joey sputtered. He frowned, annoyed at being found out. His friend nodded towards the pond.

"The reflection, and you're not exactly quiet either." Joey ignored the last part and jumped onto the bench next to Seto.

"What ya doing?" He asked looking at the laptop that was in Seto's lap.

"Just fixing all the bugs in this program" Seto said as if it was something he did everyday, which, for all we know it might be. Joey made a face.

"How can you work on the weekend? Anyway didn't we make a deal about you working less?" Seto smirked.

"I am working less." Seto said, implying that he usually spent all of his awake hours working. Poor guy, if he were dead he'd have a computer installed in his grave.

"Workaholic." Joey muttered.

"Your problem being?" Seto asked.

"What if your working...you know...increases your symptoms?" Joey said quietly, biting his lip in worry. Seto laughed nervously, almost a little to loud to be natural.

"I doubt it." He did doubt it, but still. The reason he was in the therapy in the first place was because his symptoms suddenly increased. Why? He didn't really know but Joey was probably pretty close to the answer – too much work and stress.

"Yeah well, don't work to hard. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Joey looked up at Seto. "I care about you." He said quietly.

"I know." Seto whispered, forgetting his computer and only focusing on Joey. There was only them, the rest of the world was forgotten. "I care about you too." Joey giggled uneasily as they slowly crept closer to each other.

"Really?" Joey asked uncertainly.

"Of course," Seto replied, but most of it was lost since the gab between their lips suddenly closed.

"Seto!" Seto suddenly looked up to see Joey shaking him. "You were likeâ€daydreaming or something." Joey said, looking concerned.

"You okay? I told you working too much wasn't good." Seto's heart was beating violently. It was only a daydream, no more than a simple daydream... for some reason that was more unfortunate than fortunate - but back to the matter at hand.

"I'm fine. I...I guess I just kind of dozed off or something." Seto said to assure Joey that he was fine.

"Maybe you should stop working." He said suspiciously. Seto smiled. Joey wasn't going to give up on that.

"Alright," Seto said closing his laptop and setting it on the bench next to him.

"You sure you're okay?" Joey asked again.

"Yes, I'm sure. And you know what; I haven't touched a window or counted at all todayâ€.well no, that's not true." Seto said causing Joey to look alarmed. "I did do some counting but that was figures for work so I assume that's allowed." Joey glared at Seto.

"That's not funny." He said, punching Seto playfully in the shoulder, but even so he was grinning at Seto's joke.

"But seriously, you're okay?" Joey asked in a way that told Seto that he wanted a real answer this time.

"I don't know. It's kind of weird. It's barely even there anymore. The last time I felt the urge to touch the window was quite a few days ago but that was right after the program I was writing deleted itself and I was really angry." Seto said.

"So basically, it only happens when you're angry or worried or stressed." Joey said uncertainly. Seto nodded. "Well, I guess that's good then." Joey added.

"How about you?" Joey sighed, making a face.

"What happened?"

"Well, I didn't read the last chapter so I failed the quiz." Joey said sadly. "But on a happier note I got a B on the spelling test." Joey smiled at this. "Now if only I can get that on the bigger tests."

"You're working on it." Seto said happily. He was proud of Joey's achievements. Joey leaned back on the bench, resting his arms behind his head and looking out at the pond. On the other side there was a golden retriever chasing some ducks. For once Seto had refrained from making any dog comments – either that or he hadn't noticed the dog.

"So, we're both doing better." He said after a few moments.

"Yeah." Seto agreed.

"Then, I guess we won't have to meet on Thursdays for much longer then." Joey said, trying to sound happy about it but, truthfully, he was regretting it. He liked hanging out with Seto and having someone to talk to about things...things that his friends wouldn't understand.

He could see it now. Yugi would be all sympathetic and always try to help him whether or not he asked for it. Tèa would never mention it and act like the subject was forbidden and never allow anyone to say anything. Tristan would be like, 'whatever dude' and wouldn't even remember it a week later. Yami – would he even know what Dyslexia was? Don't get him wrong, he loved his friends. He wouldn't change them for the world. It was just different with him and Seto.

Seto looked at Joey surprised. Did he not like meeting on Thursdays? Was he happy that maybe they would no longer have to see each other every week? Seto's heart did a summersault.

"I guess." Seto tried to act nonchalantly about it, not wanting to Joey know that he didn't want the Thursday sessions to end.

"Well, I've got to go. I'll see you later." Joey jumped over the back of the bench.

"Yeah." Seto said turning to face Joey.

"Just tell me if anything happens okay? Like if you keep daydreaming. That can't be good for your health." Joey said jokingly.

"As if you don't daydream during History class." Seto called after him as Joey started walking off.

"But History's boring!" Seto heard Joey yell back. Seto laughed. Joey was right – History was boring. Daydreaming was way better than History class any day. Most definitely better.

Daydreaming

Seto involuntarily blushed at the word. He remembered his daydream. But before he could analyze it he suddenly remembered he had a program to debug.

- End of Chapter -

I'm sure you guys all liked this chapter. Well, hopefully anyway.

Thanks for reading.