Hey there...

Panemonium: yea...I only wish the I knew what both of them were thinking... because honestly, in reality, I only know the thoughts of the girl. ahem. hehe... grrrr... this doesnt make any sense. bangs head against wall me stupid...

Toker: Right on. You nailed it.

Moonlight Enchantments: Thanks so much... for a story I came up with at the bus stop it means alot:)

Hopeforthefuture: Yea... I already said what it was in the previous chapter.

right then... I'll continue... I just recently looked up "I love you" in japanese, and have been writing it on all my stuff :P just cuz I love it. Don't you guys love Japanese? Its the awesomest looking language ever! lol.

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She sat staring at the chalkboard, watching the teachers mouth move, but not hearing any words come out. The only she was aware of was him behind her. Honeslty, it made her tense, but inside she was jumping for joy. She could be near him... it felt nice. She turned around to "look at the clock" for the 7th time in the past 5 minutes. She knew she was being way too obvious, but she didn't care. The bell for next class rang, and everyone got up eagerly. The teacher smiled nastily and reminded them it was a double. Everyone groaned and sat back down. It seemed she was the only one who rather liked this class.

"May I go to the wash room?", she asked the teacher quietly.

"Yes, you may. ", he answered without looking up from his work.

She left the class and walked out into the deserted hallway. She didn't really have to go to the bathroom, but since he had left the room the class had become boring. She opened the door into the stairwell. Looking out into the blizzard outside, she sat down on the stairs. It seemed like forever had gone by, and then she finally heard the door opening behind her. She knew it was probably the teacher, realizing the not even she could take so much time in the bathroom, had decided to come yell at her for skipping his class himself. She turned around, and there he was. Not the teacher. it was him.

"Um...hi?", she said cautiously. She didn't want him to leave. No matter what. She wanted to stay here and talk to him.

"Hey,", he answered, "Whats up?"he answered, taking a seat beside her on the stairs.

(HIS POV)

I opened the door to the stairwell, and there she was. On the stairs, lost in her own private thoughts. I wondered if she minded any company. They only thing I wanted at this moment was to sit in this stairwell and talk to the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.

(END HIS POV)

And so the conversation dured. With a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder. she felt him tense up - he tensed up at her touch- and realized what she was doing. She lept up, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Realizing what it seemed like he put his arm around her shoulders and drew her down again. They were so close... he kissed her forehead, then he nose, and with a slight hesistation, leaned down and kissed her lips. When she didn't protest, he deepened the kiss. She moaned quietly into his mouth, and he drew away slowly. Somehow while they were kissing she ended up on his lap. She cuddled against his chest, and felt his hand go under the back of her shirt. She looked up at him with a smile-

"Hello? Miss? Maybe you should answer the question?", the teacher was standing in front of her with a ruler. She answered the question, and turned around to check the time.

It looked like she was lost in her head again, he thought... it was what he loved about her, she wasn't afraid to dream. The teacher slammed the ruler on her desk impatiently, and jolted her out of her dream. Idiot... he muttered. She answered his question, and turned around to check the time, he looked at her eyes, and just for a moment, they seemed to rest on him for a second before going back up to the clock. He shook his head. Hoping was pointless. It was a pointless dream.

And just as before,

He (she?) Felt

Just as

Unbearably

Lonely.

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Review if you want. It's nice to have somewhere to just put all the crap in your head. I wish I knew how this story will turn out?...:(

Katie