Hi all! Tis me! A month and a half later with a crowd of really annoyed ppl staring back at me! (that would be you, the readers…and if u don't have a annoyed expression on then…huggle! I MISSED YOU!...and if you do…then sowwie…and a huggle too!)…lol…well….ummm…yeah…I'm having trouble writing, even though I know what's going to happen…isn't that stupid? Well here's another pointless filler. Enjoy the totally not not unsmart chapter! (I really don't even know what I wrote there. Did I say it was a smart chapter or not? Cause I meant not:P)

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Chapter 12 – History Repeats Itself…Just In Twisted Ways.

"ACHOO! ACHOO!" ahhhhhhhhhhh...I think I'm gonna start coughing up blood soon... seriously feels like the tissues in my throat are being torn apart little by little with every sneeze and cough. I'm slowly killing myself, or at least the stupid part of my brain that's making me cough and sneeze is slowly killing me... or is it the germs I should be blaming? Whatever, stupid conversation right there.

At least I haven't been to school in a while. Already missed a week and a half, which is especially good news since I'm supposedly a none-virgin now. I hate the person that started that rumor. I hate that person with a passion! You know you fall asleep just once in an unsupervised school next to a sorta hot dude (when he's not being a total ass) and that's what people immediately assume. Hello! I still had clothing on! And I didn't think people in this school cared all that much about who was what considering just about all of them have done... that. See I can't even think the word and people expect me to have done it? Idiots, each and every single one of them... but I guess idiots need to be kept entertained. Ignoring them is the only solution I have... but everyone out there should know that, that doesn't work and people who tell you that as a solution have obviously never been picked on or else they'd know it's just not that easy.

Urg! Can't breath; now I remember why being sick is a bad thing! Tissues? I looked around... ahhh, alll the way on the other side of the room! How'd it get there? Someone's playing a nasty trick on me!

I got up, leaning against the wall slowly trying to make my way there which was a little difficult as my eyes currently sting like heck and my visions kept blackening as my head seemed to be spinning uncontrollably. Almost felt like I was on an amusement park ride that spins around and around. The puking sensation was definitely there. It was somewhere in the middle of where my bed was and where the tissue box was when I felt like I was going to faint and really couldn't go any further, couldn't get back to my bed and couldn't get to the tissues.

Ah, I don't need either of them! I collapsed onto the floor still clutching my blanket around me with one hand with a pillow in the other. The only things I need. I slowly curled into a nice warm ball.

Just let me die already.

Rei suddenly stormed into the room, bringing a gush of wind with him. I didn't even hear him coming in advance as I usually did. I'm so out of it.

"Ahh!...c-c-c-cold. S-Sh..ut the door." my voice came all crackly as my throat is extremely sore.

"Are you kidding? It's boiling in here."

I coughed a couple times, clearing my throat a little so that my words actually sounded like words. "H...hello. Sick girl here."

"Uh-huh.." he said not really caring as he looked around, picking up some of his clothes and other things as he wasn't sleeping in here while I was sick. "Just get better soon, I want my room back."

"Your room?" I sat up asking. Ah…not a good idea…not a good idea at all. Diiiiizzy….

"Yeah, my room." he said about to leave.

"W-wait...p..pass me the...the tissue box."

He rolled his eyes, picking it up and throwing it in my direction then slammed the door shut causing another cold breeze to hit me.

The box hit me on the head then fell onto my lap. Thanks, you're so helpful. I hugged the box and laid back down on the floor. This is torture. I'm dying, I knew it!

You know, when you're sick it really leaves you nothing else to do besides lay there and think. Thinking is bad thing, a really, really bad thing for me. I am not a positive person; I'm a total pessimist no doubt about it and when you leave a sick pessimist alone for so long in a dark room, good thoughts do not come. Like love. What the heck is that? Why am I thinking about this? …Possibly because I like to make myself sad. A part of me likes to feel down, likes to put myself in that mood and keep myself there. Another reason why I could never be happy.

The subject of love brings me down oh so well too.

Someone meant for me will never come along it's just not how it works. There is not such guy as Prince Charming or a Knight in shinning armor. Fairy tales, all just made up fictional characters in Walt Disney movies… I do wish I was in a fairy tale though; bad things may happen but at least I'll know for sure everything in life will work out for the best. In real life things never just work themselves out, no you have to do something, no one will save you, no Prince on a white horse will come riding to your rescue and save you from all your troubles. No, in real life you are all alone. It's you against well…everything and everyone. Stand up tall on your own or crumble to the ground both ways it's just you and your shadow. Or at least it's like that in my case.

There's the lucky and the unlucky. I fall into the condemned.

Life sucks, people suck. Everyone should just rot in a hole… I want to go rot in a hole. Just die, end this pointless life. I'm nothing anyways, a speck of dust, dirt, totally useless, a waste of good flesh and blood. I get in the way that's all I'm good for. People would be better off without me. God should just strike me down; end this miserable life of mine… I should just do it… I mean you want something done, do it yourself, right? Who's going to miss me? Who's going to care… Bet they won't even notice…No one cares about me…I don't even care about myself…

Just do it… Just get it over with…

Urg…why does this always happen? Get depressed, get depressed, and get depressed some more! Is there anything else to this life? I need to just stop thinking…just stop…stopstopstop!… calm down… just need to calm down. Nothing idiotic needs to be done here.

I grabbed a sheet of paper lying on the floor and began to scribble things down like madwomen. The one and only good thing about feeling down is that just about everyone becomes inspired, whether to write a book or a poem or just to draw. You just become more…artistic…

Dying

My hatred is never ending
My anger powers me
Sadness runs through me
Joy and Happiness no longer reflect in my eyes...
My eyes, the windows to my soul, are now dark...empty
My mind is surrounded by darkness with only confusion and temptation to accompany it.
My heart is damaged, bruised but not broken
Hidden under a fortresses of ice sealing itself away
Casting away all the hurt and pain caused by others
Waiting...hoping for someone worthy to set it free (u no this poem was actually supposed to play a role in the plot...but now i'm not sure how to do that...lol...)

I sighed. Getting feeling down on paper always made me feel better. It cleanses me somehow…not for very long though. I'm really getting quite a big collection of these poems, but then again I'm betting there are some people who have a lot more. Life just does that to people.

This is what I meant before. The other me, the one that lives and feeds off my pain and suffering. This is what happens when I get left alone for too long. This is what happens every night when people go to bed. This is what I become…partially suicidal, for no reason it just happens. It's ridiculous really, to get depressed for no reason, just out of nowhere. I actually hate people like that, that just get sad because and I just so happen to be one of them. Great, no?

My mood just plummets, I can't explain it but it leaves this unsettling feeling in my stomach that makes my mind go mad. Thoughts, memories hundreds flash though my head not all of them are bad but they all leave me with the feeling of emptiness because those people in the memories, the good times, the laughter they're all gone now. It's almost as if I'm suppose to be like this, almost as if god wants it this way… but I know that's ridiculous because god has much better things to do with his time.

God…god…Why do I always bring up god? It's not really like anyone can prove he exists…or even whether he is a he or a she. How do I really know? What makes me always call out his name? Curse him when I'm mad yet pray to him when I'm in need? Even if on some off chance he did exist and there really is some divine spirit that watches over us, what makes me think out of all the abused, starving, dying children out there, he's going to help me?

People die everyday, good or bad, it's obvious that he can't save everyone and some people are just meant to die, or they slip through the cracks.

Death shouldn't be something big, it's just something that happens and I'd be glad to just let it happen if I wasn't scared of it. True, I realize that I wish that I could just die about…a hundred times a day but that doesn't exactly keep me from fearing it.

I guess what scares me the most is not knowing what's next…I've always wondered about that, about if there is such thing as an afterlife? I mean it's almost a ridiculous concept, life after death? If you die you die right? How could you continue living?

There are so many possibilities, I wonder about them so much yet I know I'll never find out in this lifetime, I'd have to die first. There could be a heaven and a hell but there's an equal chance that there could be nothing. That's what scares me the most, the fact that there's nothing. Never seeing anyone ever again, you forget everything and everyone and everyone forgets you…then what? Forever of absolutely nothing? Darkness? Loneliness? Who knows? At least in this life I know what's awaiting me, it may not be good, I may not be happy with it but at least I know. I was thinking about this and the forever nothing thing…and I really got into what forever meant…and it scared the heck outta me! Just think about being alone forever

There's also that possibility of hell that may freak me out a little at times…and the devil….but then again there are so many different religions and believes…who knows which is correct…hey they could all be wrong.

Somewhere along the way I figured out that…I don't really know much about any religion…or follow the traditions of any…so does that make me atheists?...but then again I do think I believe in god…most of the time…so I can't be…and if I believe in god…does that mean I have to believe there's a devil?...I mean the bad people have to go somewhere right? There needs to be a balance in everything that is about the one thing I'm absolutely sure about. The world can not exist without balance, for life there needs to be death…right?

Oookay, who cares? Dumb questions brought to you by total boredom and isolation for the world that actually has interesting things to talk about.

I sort of just want to get better now. I need human contact, even if those humans are evil and vile, hateful and mean and a bunch of other things.

You know I'm always just sitting and thinking and thinking and thinking and all that ever brings is more questions so maybe if just stop thinking so hard I'll actually get some answers.

I was going to test that theory but it wasn't long till I was interrupted by finally a visitor, a new face, someone I can exchange fruitless words with for a couple minutes before I'm left in the dark again alone. Like before I didn't hear them coming again…the door just swung open…hard…if I wasn't dying I normally would have jumped and fallen out of my bed…if I was lying in my bed that is.

Well…look who it is, my partner in the drama classroom catastrophe of 2005 stood in front of me, towering over my body that was currently in the fetal position. And if you can't figure out who I'm referring to…well…then…WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

I looked at him…and he kept staring with his violet eyes…violet why does he get violet eyes and I get brown? How is that fair? Riiight…I tend to do this when I'm bored, notice the totally small insignificant things. Anyway, we're not playing the staring game again.

"Yes, okay. So I'm lying on the floor. I know I'm an idiot. Ha, ha, ha, ha." Usually, here would be the point where I add in 'Now leave' but I sort of didn't want him to. I need human contact!

"You're right, you're an idiot… but what I wanted to say was what the hell happened to you?"

"How nice. Do people in this house not know how to be nice to a sick girl dying on the floor!"

He rolled his eyes sitting down next to me with his legs crossed.

"Well why don't you go ahead and make yourself comfortable." I said but I'm guessing he could tell I meant something more like 'What are you doing?' 'What do you want?' and 'When are you leaving?'…'when are you leaving?' because I just remembered, he annoys me.

But I'm guessing he just didn't feel like answering me…as usual and instead held out two pills in his hand and a couple of water in his other.

"I chose the red pill. Now what exactly is the Matrix?"

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

"…You've never seen The Matrix?"

"Does it look like I have?"

"Wow, you are a party pooper."

"Just take your damn pills."

"Since you asked so very nicely." I took the red one swallowing it and washing it down with the water. "Hey, where's my normal caregiver?"

"What?" he said still in his bitter old voice, lighten up a little at least. Jeez, I'm not even being mean to him…just overly happy…for some reason…

Have you guys ever had a person in your life where the moment you see them, you just get really happy or hyper for not particular reason. It doesn't even have to be the person you like or want to marry or whatever (because I definitely do not want to do any of those things with him). It's just that when you see them no matter what mood you're in, you just suddenly feel yourself smiling, full of energy and talking at about a hundred words per second even if your not one that talks much. Well I think that's he's that person in my life…and I don't know why. It kind of scares me because I don't even know him. Maybe he invokes this feeling in everyone he's around, that would explain why he's so popular…but I don't know.

"You know, Johnny, reeeally tall, red hair, heck-of-a-temper. The person you people send in here once a day to shove pills down my throat."

He shrugged…then silence. Though he seemed to be glaring at me... he was really good at that, a true art, sometimes you can actually see those red vain thingies in his eyes that only come out when most people are about to lose control...or when people have already snapped, went on a killing spree and then are declared as too-insane-to-understand-what-they-were-doing at their trial. I wonder when he really gets ticked off does he grow a couple feet taller, even bigger muscles, turn green and become the new Hulk? Ummm…green doesn't really suit him though…maybe blue considering he loves it so much.

"What?"

"Can you not count? There are two pills, you ate one." He said like I was a little child that has not yet learnt to count.

"I know that! I'm not a little kid! I just don't like that one!" well that didn't sound childish at all…insert rolling of eyes…

"'I just don't like that one'? Are you sure you're not a little kid? One that still needs to be changed and needs a nap time every couple hours?"

"I'm so tired of this arguing thing-" mainly because I can never win. "-Their just sleeping pills, I don't need them."

"You're supposed to take them." He said, his tone not changing. Obviously he paid no attention to the part where I said 'I don't need them.'

"You know people say that taking sleeping pills can cause you to have a higher risk of getting cancer." I stated as-a-matter-of-fact.

"That's only if you take them a lot."

"Yeeeah, but why risk it? And anyways those things taste icky!"

"You're right, you're not a child. You're a baby."

"Yuuuup." I said with a smile. Hey, if you can't beat 'em, annoy 'em.

"I see why Johnny had to shove these down your throat."

Ignore. "I'll fall asleep eventually on my own."

"Whatever." He said putting it back in its bottle and leaving the bottle next to my head before getting up and leaving.

Well that conversation lasted longer then any I've ever had with him. I think he may actually be loosening up. I mean like…two weeks ago when I meet him, he would have left halfway through that last conversation. Not that it matters…

I picked up the bottle. Benzodiazepines, it read, what a long word. I rolled them under Rei's bed. Don't need them, depressants. Why would someone voluntarily take depressants? The world has enough things to bring you down; life is like a depressant all on its own. I think I'm depressed enough so thank you very much I'll fall asleep on my own.

I hate that feeling it leaves me with anyway, it works but it's like your slowly being pulled to sleep. You have no choice in the matter and it gives me this worrying feeling. It makes me so tired I feel as though I'll never wake up again, that the plain white ceiling is the last thing I'll ever see…It's… disturbing.

A six year old little Cecilia stumbled through the hallway; she attempted to balance out all the things she was holding in her little hands. She had a dopey smile on as she looked down at her feet as she wasn't able to see past all the junk she was currently holding.

"Slow and steady wins the race." She whispered a word of advice to herself.

Finally making it to the end of the hallway, she desperately tried to knock but with no free hands instead she kicked the door twice with her feet. She listened attentively for an answer.

A huffed "Come in." was heard and Cecilia's smile widened.

Again her hands were useless to her so she used her elbows trying to turn the knob about two minutes later it finally turned and she was able to push the door open.

She tried to be careful as she made her way across the room that was cluttered with stuff. She stepped over all the clothes and toys and random pieces of food but being her she obviously tripped once, which almost cause everything in her hands to fall and go flying across the room but luckily someone gave her a little hand.

"Be careful." The words were said more in a caring manner then an order. The voice came from a person that was presently preventing Cecilia from falling to the floor face first.

She smiled at him but then shook her head in disapproval. "AH! You're not supposed to be up! You're sick!"

"I'm fine." he rolled his eyes at how frantic she always got, he wasn't a fragile little doll, he wasn't going to fall to pieces from a little cold.

"No you're not! Get back in bed. Look you're all red and your eyes are all big and icky and swelly looking. And you got thinner then the last time I saw you-"

"I just saw you this morning…"he said in an annoyed sort of tone…at least it was an annoyed tone to the untrained ear…no he couldn't be annoyed by her, he just always made it seem that way.

"Exactly! By tonight you'll be so thin I won't be able to see you at all!" Now anyone that knew her would know she wasn't saying that as a joke in her very weird processing brain she believed it. Somehow she'd pull the strangest of strange theories out of that little brain of hers.

The two-toned haired boy knew this, knew that once something got into that thick head of hers it would refuse to leave so he sighed, giving up and crawling back into bed.

"Good." She said placing the stuff onto the table next to his bed. Then she grabbed a chair and sat down.

"What is all that?"

"Stuff I brought to make you feel better."

"The doctor that came by said I'll be fine soon."

"That's what he said last week and look! You're still in bed."

He shrugged; there wasn't much he could do about it.

"Okay, so let's see what I've got…ummm…here we go." She said picking up a wet towel and putting it on his forehead.

He watched her confused to how this was helping.

"I don't know…I saw it on a TV show once but the person got better the next day!" she answered his unasked question; she was good at that…she had to be with the amount of talking he usually did. This was a good day, he was actually talking.

"…I think it's supposed to be a hot towel."

"But you're already so hot, a cold towel will balance you out and make you warm so you'll be all better!"

"…"

"Well it doesn't matter. My mommy usually makes me soup when I'm sick. I wasn't really sure what she used but this looks the right color! I made it allll on my own." She smiled proudly. "Try it."

He was a little hesitant to try the suspicious looking soup but it was her that was asking him to after all so he quickly toke a sip.

It's hard to describe to you what it tasted like, think of lipstick crushed up and mixed with some ketchup then add sewer water and you've pretty much got it.

He tried to keep the disgusted look off his face.

"Is it good?" she asked watching him force himself to swallow the thing.

He made an 'hmm' noise and nodded not wanting to open his mouth and risk vomiting the horrid mixture out.

"Yay! I wasn't sure what it was going to taste like. I tried it and it tasted fine but people always say I have weird taste buds or something, whatever that means…but Yay! You like it!"

"…"

"You gonna finish the whole thing?"

"I…umm…can't?"

"Why?"

"Cause…ummm…the doctor said if I eat too much…my stomach will explode?" he said not really believing the things that were coming out of his mouth.

"Reeeeeeeally?"

"Uh….huh?"

"Well okay then." She said putting it away. "Let's see what else…Oh right. Medicine. Sick people must take medicine!" she said handing him two pills, one blue and the other white.

"I already took medicine…"

"But this is better!"

She looked at the pills…then her twinkling little eyes. He was going to regret this but still he took them and shoved them into his mouth. "This…" he began sucking on it…a little...actually quite worried that it was some sort of poison but then came to realize that it wasn't. "This is just candy…"

"Yup! The best medicine of them all! Candy makes the world go round! Now here!" she said taking the pillow she brought with her and handed it to him.

He looked at it suspiciously. "I…already have pillows."

"Yeees, to lie on. You huge this one, it's what I do when I get sick."

He nodded slowly, still not getting the point but going along with it anyway.

"Now you need to sleep. Lots and lots of sleep!" she smiled again, it was something she just couldn't help. She sat there watching his violet eyes slowly get tired until they finally shut.

Cecilia got up from her chair and took the towel off, she kissed him quickly on the forehead the placed the towel back on.

"What was that?..." he asked drowsily.

"I dunno, it's what the girl did on TV when they guy fell asleep. You're supposed to be a sleep. You're wrecking it!"

"Uh…huh." He replied finally drifting off into his own world.

"Nighty night…Kai-kun…."

"Kai-kun?" I repeated. What kind of screwed up dream was that? I didn't even know him then…and I called him Kai-kun? And kissed his forehead…ewwwww! This is proof, I spend way too much time with him!…Ewwww! And I'm the one sick here not him! Pfft, stupid screwed up brain of mine…

Urg…great just fell asleep and this darn dream wakes me up…

…

EWWWWWW!

3rd Person's POV

Memories…they played back in his head way to often. It was almost haunting yet he didn't want to forget. He could never.

He remembered that day that seemed to be forever ago where she took care of him when he was sick…of course all that stuff cause a huge stomachache for him later that night but by the next he was all better…he never really knew if it was all that stupid stuff she did…but he liked to think so at times…

Kai ran his hand through his double-colored-hair, stressed and frustrated. That girl! Could she not take a hint? A huge hint, like a bomb shell. Okay, so it was only considered a bomb shell to Kai but hey it is something big for him, Mr. emotionless, Mr. I'm-too-good-to-talk-to-you.

Now tell me who wouldn't want Kai to bring them medicine when their sick? Even if he's a little grumpy while doing it. At least he came right?

"You just need to spell it out for her…she's a little…umm…dense…you know that." Rei said slowly picking out the right words to describe his sister.

"A little?"

"Okay, so a lot."

"And I wonder whose fault that is."

"Jeez, the appreciation I get. She's still breathing isn't she?"

He rolled his eyes. "Great job."
Kai walked past her room pacing back and forth again and again. To enter or not to enter that was the question he hated the most.

After a little while he finally mustered up the strength (-cough- courage) to open the door basically by applying reverse psychology on himself and calling himself a chicken. Funny how the mind works or how he's mind worked.

When he walked in she was sleeping but now it seems she had made her way onto her bed. Kai hovered over her, watching her. She was rather pale but her nose was extremely red bring out the Rudolph effect. She slept hugging her pillow.

He carefully pulled up a chair but the little noise it made woke her. What a light sleeper.

She opened her eyes a little, to open them all the way would have burnt too much. "Kai…? You still here?" she asked drowsily. "Or am I dreaming again?"

Dreaming about him? That's was interesting but he didn't say anything.

"Don't you have a home of your own?"

"…."

"What's wrong with you? Where are all your insults? Your witty remarks?" she yawned, waking a little more.

What to do? What to say? This was a first, he was at a lost for words. This never happened, he's chosen not to speak before but to not have anything to say when he did want to talk was not right, it was just plain wrong. Well Kai was always more of an actions speak louder then words sort of guy. So what action did he need to take at this time?

It was at this time that a rather…delightful thought popped into his head. Yeees, something rather fun…

Kai slowly leaned in. He's hands were placed on either sides of her head a) so that he could support himself over her and b) more importantly so that she couldn't get away.

He continued moving closer, taking his time mainly to see her facial expression. He watched her scared and afraid and confused face. He could tell exactly what she was thinking. Something along the lines of 'What the hell is he doing? Too close! Too close for comfort!' he laughed inwardly at the thought. He liked to watch her panic, like a true stalker.

He stopped when their noses touched; it was actually her that closed up the space which surprise him and herself but hey who wouldn't? For the first time she looked actually looked into his eyes and she couldn't control herself, they drew her in. Their lips meet in a short yet sweet kiss. sry ppl this is not something I write…maybe that's a sign from whoever telling me not to write about these things…but sry I don't listen to wat other ppl say…and I needed to fill in some time…-.-)

Her face was flushed; her eyes open wide now and mouth slightly dropped. Her mind was blank. Surprised about his actions or hers? Maybe a little bit of both.

Kai knowing her all too well knew she'd have nothing to say to that so he left her in her own confusion. He suddenly didn't feel so stressed or frustrated. He was actually quite amused. This would be interesting. He liked it better when she was the one panicking and not him.

Normal P.O.V.

It was sort of like a twisted version of my nightmare. Someone up there really has one messed up sense of humor.

Ah, dang him. Can't get his stupid face out of my mind now! Why didn't he just go home! Why did he have to come back in here? I'm never going to sleep now… I'm going to be playing that one moment over and over in my head till the day I die, wondering about why the hell I moved my head forward. That ass!…there goes that none-swearing-thing…whatever it was stupid anyway.

He probably wasn't going to kiss me, probably just wanted to make me nervous…Now I feel like a complete fool. It's actually happened. I've become even dumber then before. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why the freaking hell did I move in? I need a time machine...someone build me a time machine…someone? Anyone? I'm begging you here!

This isn't supposed to happen. It isn't supposed to be this way! I'm supposed to never like anyone and be m-… and be miserable? Is that what I want? Why is that the thing I always think when something good- not saying that this current event was good but in general when something kind of good happens to me I immediately pull the negative out of it or what bad things could come out of it. I never just stop and enjoy the good thing… It's not that the world won't let me be happy; it's that I'm incapable of being happy…

Naaah, the world hates me which is why it decides to embarrass me every chance it gets.

What's going to happen when I see him next? If I'm lucky I'll fall down, hit my head on something and fall unconscious before he gets the chance to laugh at me.

Luckily I'm still sick…waaait I haven't coughed in awhile, my eyes don't hurt anymore and I can breath. Shit! I'm better…

SICK, TWISTED HUMOR!

"Get up." Rei yelled pulling my blanket away.

"Ah…wha?" I opened my eyes as something got stuffed into my mouth. "What the hell?"

"Keep it in there." Rei ordered as I was about to remove the thing. "Hope you're better already I'd like my room back." Rei snatched what I know realize to be a thermometer out of my mouth and read it. "98. something. Close enough. Get out of bed, you're going to school."

"What? No…no… I'm still sick." I pretended to cough a couple times.

"You're a bad liar and the thermometer doesn't lie. Get up."

"Noooo! Rei! Let me stay home! Please! Please!" I begged holding onto his arm.

"What is wrong with you?" Rei asked shaking my hand off.

"I don't want to go to school."

"And since when is that news?"

"No, I really don't want to go."

"That's your problem."

Figures. Why would he care? Off to my doom! Woohoo!

After very slowly brushing my teeth and changing I picked up my bag and hauled it down the stairs. I slipped on my shoes and opened the door about to take off full speed to school when...

"Cecilia, get in here. Eat and then go." my mom said spotting me.

"Damn."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I'm coming." I moaned kicking off my shoes. This is going to be one looong day.

I stood by the door only sticking my head out to scan the room.

Rei on the phone, one guess, Mariah. Max…eating bread top off with way too much sugar for his own good. Tyson, eating…well…everything quite frankly. Johnny eating silently in his corner. Tala playing hockey with a pencil, a penny, and the pepper and salt shakers as the net. Enrique… Enrique… I don't really give a damn what he's doing. Actually I sort of do. I don't know anymore. I haven't talked to him or even had eye contact in the longest time. I'm not sure if I'm mad at him or he's mad at me because he hasn't so much as even tried come near me.

It's been very weird in this house lately, almost as if people couldn't decide whether they hated me or not. Maybe I'm just someone they love to hate.

Wait…waaaiit just one darn minute!…I JUST noticed something…he's not here…unless he's somehow camouflaging with the walls he is not here!

I stumbled into the kitchen taking the only seat left. I looked around as people ate minding their own businesses.

"So...umm…Where's Kai?" I asked to everyone and anyone that was willing to answer me, which was no one.

My mom placed a plate of eggs in front of me and I asked again. "Where's Kai?"

Still nothing and yet if I was to come in and fall flat on my face then they'd notice. What's with that? Do people only pay attention when I'm making a fool out of myself?

Someone. Answer. Me.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Mom, I went out yesterday and I accidentally shot this dude with this gun I found on the streets and I don't know what happened to the dude because I ran away but I think the police are after me now."

"Sorry, did you say something Cecilia?"

I sweatdropped. "Yeah, where's Kai?"

"Sick, guess he caught your fever."

"HA! Serves him right for kissing me! I've decided the whole thing is his fault!"

"Kiss?" Rei repeated my word almost as if it's the most shocking thing to ever have happened and dropped the phone into his cereal, while Max spat out the orange juice he was currently drinking.

"Ops? Did I say that out loud?... ha. Ha…hahaha." I laughed awkwardly. "It's nothing! Just some silly dream! Hahaha….okay, well got to get to school. Thanks for the eggs mom; I'll eat it on the way to school. Byeeee!" I yelled seriously already halfway down the street.

3rd Person's P.O.V.

"A kiss? You know there's a big, a huge difference between telling a girl how you feel and kissing them! Especially when it's done in the middle of the night to a sick girl that can't defend herself!"

"Calm yourself Rei. You're acting as if Kai some kind of rapist." Max said trying to clean up the mess he made on the table.

"He's just as good as one!"

Johnny rolled his eyes. "You're overreacting."

"Am I? Am I really?"

"Yes, yes you are." He said annoyed at the fact that he had to repeat the question twice. "Don't ask the same question twice, it's idiotic."

"Well Tala, what do you think about this?"

Tala stay silent for awhile before speaking. "…I think that it's Kai, better him then some guy we don't know."

"I say better no one."

"I say you better call your girlfriend back before she thinks you hung up on her," Johnny brought up just to get Rei to shut up.

"Ah! Damn!" Rei quickly picked up the phone from the cereal and frantically tried to check if it still worked.

This was an…interesting development.

Kai laid in bed coughing and sneezing, it had been so long since the last time he had gotten sick. Now he remembered how much it sucks.

The great Kai Hiwatari was not supposed to get sick...well anymore. He was supposed to be stronger then that now! He sat in bed with annoyed expression on his face obviously no longer that amused.

Yeah okay so don't give me that look. (What look? I don't know. I'm foretelling the future here and the reactions you guys had to this chapter…and well…blah) Okay, so ummm…don't give me that look! –cries-…but I do promise u this is the last stupid chapter! I grantee it! Just stick around for at least the next chapter! -whispers- the story actually goes somewhere next chapter…lol…like I'll stop saying 'it' cause I do realize now the errors of my ways and that saying 'it' over and over again does get irritating. I mean how many of you are like 'JUST TELL US ALREADY!' yes I'd be like that too:P So see ya then?...lol…whenever then is…but if I seriously can't write another chapter…in the next two weeks…I'm just gonna update anyway…lol

Well I hope you all live well and prosper till next time!

On a random note, Claire my birthday was also on the 24th of October! I turned 7 and a half!
SO: -cough- 15! –cough-