Have you ever had a class that you loved and then its ten times harder and horrible the next time you take that same exact class? Yeah, I'm having more assigned work to do in a self project class than my collage world literature class at the moment and it's throwing me off of everything and it is pissing me off very badly so I'm sorry that I'm late. You can blame the person who isn't suppose to assign me work that has made us all do a one week report and- forget it. I'm done raging sorry!

Also Break- OCD a bit or a lot in this one! I apologize! It's also not very long! I apologize!

Misfit Days: Worried

"Where were you!?" I stumbled through the door past Break throwing the lone shopping bag in the corner.

"Not here obviously." I mumbled. I took off my shoes and inside in relief." It is so nice to be home."

"That isn't funny." Break said under his breath. Now that I was content with no shoes I shifted through the shopping bag.

"Why do you care anyway? I'm not in the mood for you and your depression right now." I snapped.

"I don't care what you're in the mood for!" He growled." You have been gone all day! You never do that unless you call or tell me at the college! You didn't answer that demon phone of yours either!" His voice suddenly became quiet. "I thought something was wrong." He sighed as if he was relived and also a bit exasperated.

I smiled a little, feeling guilty.

"Here." I threw the purple jacket he wanted from yesterday. He caught it and observed it closely like he didn't realize what it was at first." The other one was gone, so it really took a lot of riding around and searching to find that one. I'm sorry it took me so long and made you worry."

"You spent all day getting this for me?"

"Pretty much." I nodded tiredly."I hope you really do like it as much as it seemed you did."

Break sighed and smiled, actually smiled for the first time in a few weeks which for me felt like the longest time.

"Only because it's from you."

"I wish you'd do that more often." I replied innocently.

"...What?" He asked confused.

"Smile or speak your mind." I muttered.

He looked down, "...I'll try."

Now I smiled knowing that was the closet I would get to his own apology. "Let's get ice cream."

"Make-up ice cream?"

I laughed sweetly "Only if you share your flavor with me."
Would one believe he did? I had to ask twice if he had a stroke or something.

Welp, it was cheesy, yes. But, you know, if we want get realistic about things some of us would have done the same thing Jemia did. At least I would have. I know Break is being OCD in this like I warned you, but I wrote him in a weird mood before and this was the only way I could think to bring him out of it.. Pff my fault really, but don't worry he will be back to normal in the next chapter.

Still love all who read, favorite, follow, and review! Thanks! Really!