I have founda time when I can write things in the fic! I have half an hour before practice for my play right after school and I'm gonna devote that time to writing my stories.

"I'm scared."

This is silly, and stupid... and childish. I don't get crushes... I don't get stupid childish, silly, crushes, I don't. That's something some girly girl would do... i'm being an idiot, such an idiot...

"Cagalli? Are you listening to me?"

Cagalli turned to look at Lacus, who was holding a hunk of pineapple in one hand with the skin and everything, staring at it like it was something from a foreign planet... which in the end it was.

"You want me to put this stuff in the blender? Are you sure, it looks like it won't taste very good." She mumbled, poking the rough skin with a slender finger.

Cagalli restrained herself from hitting Lacus over the head with a heavy pan hanging from the silver shelves above. "No, Lacus, not whole like that. What you do is cut it open." She mumbled, walking over to her smoothly. Her hands fumbled with the towel around her waist. She sighed and shoved a heavy, wet lock of hair from her face and took the pineapple form Lacus.

"Inside is the stuff we want. You have to get the skin off... like this." she explained, taking a knife and expertly opening the fruit up with one smooth motion.

Lacus blinked. "I've never used knifes like that before. Those look sharp."

Cagalli sighed softly. Lacus was a genius when it came to literature and philosophy of life... but when it came to the very simple things she had no clue. If anyone were to walk in they would think her an airhead... unless they challanged her to a mathematical contest.

"They 'are' sharp, Lacus. Knifes are meant to 'cut' things." Cagalli muttered, unable to keep the slightly sarcastic tone from escaping her.

Lacus gave her a look that clearly stated she had heard the tone of voice behind it. "All right, we shall see how this goes then." she mumbled.

Cagalli sighed and moved off to crush the ice. Thank God we have to blend that stuff after anyway...

"Cagalli?"

A groan escaped her lips and she spun around again, eyes narrowed to kill whomever was ready to bother her again.

Then she stopped, meeting a pale face and bright blue eyes. Athrun.

Oh Bloody Hell! Her mind meeped.

"Yeah?" she asked, forcefully changing her expression. Athrun looked at her for a moment, cautious, the rather annoyed look not escaping his notice. "Yeah... uh... do you need help or something?"

"Help? Uh... right... help." Cagalli mumbled, thinking, thinking, thinking... THis is getting nowhere, why do i feel like such a klutz?

"Yeah, actually sure." She finally managed, realizing how sick she was of this. Though what 'this' stood for she was not sure.

Athrun moved in behind her to see what she was doing, a bit amused by the sudden color flashing on her cheeks.

She's blushing... He smirked and leaned against the counter, watching her quietly, ignoring the heat sizzling up his neck and on his cheeks as well.

"I'd have thought you'd let the servants do this kind of work." he mumbled after a moment of thick silence. She was slowly and carefully crushing thick chunks of ice in a bowl, her brow furrowed in forced concentration.

"Well, yeah... but they have enough to do anyway, and Lacus seemed to want to make this stuff herself." Cagalli pointed out without looking at him. Athrun slipping his hands into his pockets and glanced over at his 'to-be'

"Right.." he mumbled, feeling horrible all of a sudden. Cagalli looked up sharply at the tone of voice. "You okay?"

She almost winced as soon as she heard the words escape her mouth. That was the second time she had asked if he was all right. The first time he had not wanted to tell her why he was feeling bad, there was little if any chance that he would tell her something 'now' of all times.

He blinked and looked up at her instead, surprised. The girl was so watchful... it was almost scary. Most people he knew were so busy with their own problems or occupations that they didn't realize other's and the struggles they were facing.

She seemed to be different in that area.. along with the 'other' differences he had noticed.

"Uh... yeah." he mumbled after a moment of staring at her thoughtfully. Cagalli cocked an eyebrow at him, determined to break the awkward silence. There could be nothing between them, she wouldn't allow it. Kira may be unable to keep his feelings for Lacus from showing but she would not be the same as-

Oh... my lord. I have 'feelings' for him? Since when? What happened? How? Oh no... oh no, oh no oh no...

As she panicked mentally Athrun smiled at her weakly and motioned to the ice. "Do you need help or not?"

Cagalli turned back to the sink, unable to keep her hands from shaking as she struggled to grip what her mind had so bluntly thrown in her face.

"...Yeah... just..um, get another bowl, we need more ice anyway." she murmured, her throat feeling dry.

Athrun blinked at her for a moment, well aware of the shaky tone in her words. He opened his mouth to ask if she was all right but stopped. That would be plain odd, first she asks, then he asks... fun, and illogical.

"All right, I'll be right back." he said, blinking at her midly. Cagalli ignored him, eyes focused on the ice once more, blushing furiously, her hands moving in determined little motions.

He walked off, pondering this new reaction. It had never been like that with Lacus. They had always found that their relationship was very forced... very polite actually. For a while Athrun had thought he had loved his fiance but what he had mistaken for love soon proved to be simple affection for a friend...

It made him sad to think so, it made him feel like he was lying, but he could do no other. There was little choice for him.

Until, of course, Kira came into the picture.

What are you planning on doing anyway? It doesn't matter, you're engaged to Lacus and unless she wants to change that, there is no way that- wait... Kira... what if she 'does' want to change this? God... this is so confusing.

He touched his head, closing his eyes for a moment. THis was so annoying. It was the first day! The first day and they were nearly dying of some kind of... what? Love sickness? Athrun frowned, disgusted with himself.

That sounded so sick... so unbelieveably immature. He sighed softly and rubbed his face, hands trembling with the tiredness of the situation.

This is not working.

He stopped, feeling something knot in his stomach, as he realized this situation was a lot more complicated than he had imagined. The knot in his stomach tightened, and unaware to him Cagalli grew tense on the other side of the kitchen as her heart skipped a beat and she realized too that this was just the beginning of a week of games...

They were both very very scared.