WHEN NEAL IS UP TOO LATE
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tamora Pierce's NOTHING! YOU HEAR ME! DON'T SUE ME! PLEASE! I don't own Neal. Oh well..."Come here Dom. I won't hurt you...Come on..."
Neal couldn't sleep. He had to write a letter to Kel explaining how he felt.
Dearest Kel, No! That sounded too intimate without telling her anything yet!
Dear Kel,
I have never told you, but I have always had feelings for you No! Too abrupt.
I love you. Damn, that wasn't it!
Kel, I hope you understand that I have to say this. No, it sounds strange.
Neal grabbed a piece of buttered bread on his desk. Devouring it, he went back to thinking. Playing around with his penknife, Neal kept saying words in his head, trying to make it sound right.
Eventually, the penknife slid over his thumb, causing it to bleed.
"Shit." Neal exclaimed. Still his mind was on Kel. Distracted, Neal rolled a ball of bread in his hands. About to pop it into his mouth, he realized that it was all bloody.
"Oops." Neal said. Eyeing the bread with distaste, he placed it back on his plate. Once again, Neal grew distracted and popped the bread ball into his mouth.
"YUCK!" Neal shouted, as he tasted blood. Spitting out the bread, he crumpled up yet another piece of paper. Gulping down some water, Neal returned to the letter.
It was extremely late, and Neal dozed off on his desk. He only awoke when he realized that he was tasting blood (again.) In his sleep, he had been sucking his thumb, which was still bleeding. Sighing to himself, Neal started healing his thumb. In less than a minute, he was back to thinking up a letter.
Finally he realized that it was no use. Anyway, she probably didn't feel the same about him, so she would not be friends with him anymore. Unhappy, Neal gave in to sleep. The bloody penknife disappeared sometime in the night, not to be seen again.
(A/N: Ooh, a mystery ending. I love mysteries. mysterymysterymystery. Whatever.)