I Think I Like You

Chapter 8: Under the Weather

I reach the bike rack and yank my bike out of the large metal rings it was comfortably nestled between.

Jumping onto the back, I start pedaling towards the school's front exit. I have to weave my way around a few of the straggling students that are exiting the school, who are most likely just finishing with their own clubs, but I mange easily enough.

As soon as I pass the front gate I start booking it in the direction towards Weiss's house. I look up at the sky and see a few dark clouds invading the blue space above, turning the air around me grey and dusky.

I feel my pulse pumping rapidly, yet steadily, as I pump my legs up and down on my pedals. The only thing I'm able to hear is the wind and the familiar creaking in the chain of my bike as I switch the gears to accommodate my already tiring limbs. I don't want to tire myself completely before I can even make it there.

While I continue to pedal, I realize that Weiss might not have anyone at her house to take care of her. A wave of recognition runs through me, and I decide to take a quick detour to get Weiss some things she might need.

I continue down the path to Weiss's house for a few more minutes until I see the familiar luminescent glow of a convenience store. I slowly bring my bike to a comfortable pace and look both ways to make sure the coast is clear before swerving onto the road and over to the store.

Once inside, I scramble about to grab a few items I think Weiss might need and head over to the cash register.

There's a middle-aged man working the checkout who gives me a weird look as he rings up the items. I can see why he'd stare, since I probably look like I might implode at any second based on how much I'm fidgeting and struggling to keep still.

"Be careful out in this weather, kid. According to the news it's going to be raining cats and dogs out there pretty soon." The man says, handing me back my change.

I nod my head and grab the bag of items off the counter.

"Will do, sir!"

After that exchange, I put the plastic bag on one of my handlebars as I ride the rest of the way to Weiss's house.

When I lean my bike up against the front gate I realize I'd forgotten how massive her house actually was. The white pillars and intricate railings everywhere were blindingly clean and shiny; especially in contrast with the overcast that was darkening the sky by the minute.

The huge front gate, with a very detailed and elegant 'S' on the front of it, is wide open. I figure maybe Weiss left it open for me, so I grab the plastic bag off my bike handle and walk right on past it.

There's a huge fountain past the gate that I have to walk around to reach the front door. I remember it from the last time I was here, but it was flowing then, making the house look welcoming. Now, however, it isn't flowing and in comparison makes the enormous house look desolate.

As I walk up the front steps I feel a drop of rain fall onto my nose, I wipe it off with one of my hands as I finish my short climb. I remember Weiss had used a key under one of the various potted plants to open her door. I momentarily think about using it, since I'm pretty sure she knows I'm coming over anyways, but decide it might be better if I knock.

I wait for a few seconds and don't hear anything, so I knock a few more times. After waiting another thirty or so seconds I put my ear up to the door, but I still didn't hear any noise.

I shift the plastic bag in my hand and ring the doorbell. It isn't too much longer before I think I might hear some shuffling, so I continue to ring the doorbell until I hear Weiss's voice snap at me from inside.

"I'm coming you dolt. Stop breaking my eardrums."

I smile and eagerly step back from the door as I hear a few locks being undone.

The door opens to reveal a slightly disheveled, and groggy looking Weiss. She's wearing a pair of modest blue shorts and a button up, white-blue checkered sleeping shirt with long sleeves.

Her face looks paler than usual, which brought out the scar that ran down the center of her eye even more. She has her hair down instead of in its usual ponytail and bits and pieces of it stuck up in odd places.

"Weiss!" I say, giving her a small wave.

She looks at me with an annoyed expression and leans her shoulder against the door frame.

"Ruby, why are you here?"

I try to hide my look of disappointment at the realization she doesn't seem to want me here, instead covering it up with the most persuasive puppy dog eyes I can muster.

"You said you were sick. I even got you some stuff!"

I shove the plastic bag in my hand forward and Weiss eyes it warily.

"Like I tried telling you over the phone - I'm fine. I just need some rest."

Weiss sees the expression I'm making and looks guiltily to the floor, suddenly taking an interest in her polka-dot socks.

"Look, It's just a cold-" cough."-it'll go away in a few days." Weiss rasps out the last part of her sentence.

My puppy dog look turns into more of a pout.

"C'mon, Weiss. I'll be in and out before you know it!"

Just then, a bright bolt of lightning shoots across the sky and our ears are simultaneously met with the loud clapping of thunder that followed it. We both flinch at the noise.

Weiss forms a disgruntled look on her face as she looks between me and the area of her front yard behind me, where there's now a steady drizzle of rain coming down.

"Fine." She says, stepping aside to let me though the door.

I gladly accept her invitation and slip my way passed her, right into the grand foyer.

Weiss sighs and shuts the door behind me.

"Just so you know, you're the only dunce dumb enough to ride a bike out in this weather."

I just grin at her and lean back and forth on the balls of my feet. Weiss puts a hand to her temple and, despite everything, gives me an amused look.

"All right, I'll play along. What's in the bag?"

A look of recognition crosses my face as I remember I had gotten Weiss something.

"Oh, yeah!" I say, handing the plastic bag to Weiss. "Look for yourself."

Weiss looks around the room and then motions for me to follow her, so I do.

We walk down the long foyer with the grandiose, wooden staircase at the end and back into the living room that I had been in the last time I was here.

Everything in the room still looked perfectly dusted and orderly - like it had been cleaned - but not used in a fair amount of time. There is still a flat screen on the wall and a fireplace made of grey stones that probably costs more than my house's entire living room and everything in it.

The only thing that stands out from the sleek and modern design of the room was an old, dejected looking record player that's shoved into the corner.

There is also a big window that looks out into a cutesy side garden on the far end of the room. The rain was really coming down now and I start worrying slightly about my bike being left in this weather.

Weiss walks over to a coffee table by the comfy looking sofa and sets the bag down on it. She lets out a yawn and sits down in front of the small table.

"Do you like to sleep when you're sick?" I ask, adjusting the collar of my uniform, while setting my backpack down near the couch and plopping myself down next to her.

She gives me a strange look out of the corner of her eye.

"Don't all people rest when they're sick?"

I shrug.

"Dunno, I never really get sick that much."

Weiss grabs the bag on the table and pulls it towards her. She flips the little plastic handles at the top away from her and opens the bag with both her hands. A blank look comes across her face.

"Ruby… what is this?"

She turns the bag over so the contents go spilling out on the table. She picks up one of the comics I had bought and a small carton of milk the size of a juice box.

I smile at her and give her an expectant look.

"Isn't it great!?" I say, picking up an extra milk carton I'd bought for me. "I know I said that I don't get sick all that much, but this is always the stuff my dad would get me if I wasn't feeling well."

Weiss looks over at me with a conflicted expression. She was either on the verge of yelling or laughing at me, and even though I would prefer the latter - it doesn't seem likely to happen.

However, I keep looking at her in earnest, secretly hoping she might praise me. I see Weiss internally struggling while looking at the items, before her gaze softens and she gives another one of those rare smiles that makes my heart stop.

"This is really… thoughtful. Thank you."

My eyes widen and I felt my own smile grow toothier.

"daww, it was nothing." I say, trying to sound modest and scratching the back of my head.

I hear Weiss let out a soft giggle as she sets the carton back down on the table near the stack of comics I had also bought.

"Though, judging by this little stunt, I think it's quite obvious you don't get sick very much."

She lets out another small laugh that turns into a fit of coughs and I put a hand on her back to help steady her. As soon as it's over, she turns my direction and moves to pluck the milk carton out of my hand that isn't still on her back.

I make a sound of protest and move both my arms to reach for the carton as she holds it away from me. She tries putting a hand on my forehead in a fruitless attempt to keep me out of her personal space.

"How about instead of drinking this," She says, setting the milk down on the corner of the table farthest from me. "I make us some hot cocoa?"

I move away and pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fine…"

Weiss makes a move to get up.

"But I get to make it!" I hurriedly say.

I put a hand on her shoulder to push her back onto the couch as I stand up and walk over to the archway at the other end of the room that, presumably, leads to the kitchen. You never really know in a huge place like this, but I remember her going in here to get us snacks from the last time I was over.

I can tell Weiss is about to stand up again, either to help me or to do it herself. I motion for her to stop and shake my head.

"You're sick, Weiss. Sick people need to rest - you said so yourself. So please let me make it."

I shoot her another one of my puppy dog looks and she almost immediately gives a sigh of defeat and gruffly sits herself back down.

"The cocoa's in the top cabinet on the left. Just… try not to burn my house down."

I give a triumphant nod and make my way through the corridor and into the kitchen.

Weiss and I sit around the coffee table in her living room, chatting and listening to the rain drum onto the windows like a steady beat underlining our conversation.

While I had been making the cocoa, Weiss had put a record on the sullen machine that I had thought to be abandoned in the corner. The mix between the classic songs, none of which I had ever heard of, and the rain made for a comfortable ambiance.

We sip from our cups of delicious hot cocoa, which I have to admit might have been a better idea than milk. Not that I would ever admit it to Weiss.

The mug I'm using has little flowers that are sprinkled around it in an intricate and very pretty pattern. They're white, with slightly darker colored buds at their centers, and four leaves that followed around each one of their bases.

Weiss noticed me staring at my cup.

"It's a Gardenia flower." She said, before taking a sip out of her own cup. "Quite charming designs aren't they?"

"Yeah, what about yours?"

I motion to the cup Weiss is drinking out of. Hers has brighter red flowers that flow across the bottom of the cup, as if they would catch it if it were to fall.

"Hmm..." Weiss grumbles pulling the mug away from her face. "I'm not sure I remember…Aster, no… Amer… Amaryllis! That's it, Amaryllis."

I nod my head, showing both my understanding and approval.

"They're really pretty…"

Weiss gave me a humble smile, and brushes some bangs that had fallen into her eyes out of her face before bringing the mug back up to her mouth to take another sip.

…Just like you.

I let the words go unsaid.

I lean my back against the couch and let out a long sigh as I felt the fluffy fabric on my back. I sway my head along with the soft music the record player was providing and the drum of the rain still caressing the window.

Weiss let out another fit of coughs and has to set her cup down to cover her mouth. A look of concern crosses over my face.

"You think maybe you got sick because of the chalk-walk?"

"How else would I contract such a cough than from being around unkempt and overheated high school students all day?"

"You do have a point…"

Weiss turns her head to look at the clock on the wall behind me.

"Weren't we supposed to have a meeting today?"

I feel my posture straighten from the lax position I'm in, as it often does when I know Weiss is about to call me out on something.

I shrug and avoid making eye contact with Weiss for as long as I can until she clears her throat, forcing my attention to her - and right into her death glare.

"What!? I don't know! You weren't answering my texts! How was I supposed to know what to do!?"

"You're the vice president, Ruby. I've told you what to do in a case of my absence - that being to run the meeting."

"But you didn't have anything planned!"

"I've told you, if that's the case you ask Ms. Goodwitch."

"Well, how was I supposed to remember that? You told me that, like, months ago!"

Weiss sighs and puts a hand to her temple.

"So, you called me and as soon as I told you I was sick you just… left?"

I felt color burn through my cheeks and I avert my gaze back down to the flowery mug in my hands.

"I thought you might need some help, so I came here as fast I could."

Weiss just shakes her head in incredulity and takes a long sip from her mug.

"Dunce. Is that why your uniform looks like it was trampled by a heard of elephants?"

I look down at my white collared shirt, along with my jacket and plaid pants. She isn't wrong.

My shirt does look as though I picked it out of the bottom of my laundry basket or off the floor of my bathroom - but in reality it's from Cardin holding my against the lockers earlier today. I don't really want to bring that situation up, especially with Weiss, so I choose to leave it.

"Heh, yeah I guess so. Sorry, I didn't realize."

I smooth out my uniform a bit. I feel uncomfortable semi-lying to Weiss, so I try to come up with a topic to change the conversation.

"So, uhm, have you given any more thought as to going to Nora's party this weekend?"

Weiss looks thoughtful for a moment.

"If I'm feeling any better by Saturday then I might."

I tried not to let my eagerness show; trying to 'play it cool' as Yang would say.

"Ah cool, cool." I bit my lip and put on my best disinterested expression. "Do you still wanna, uhm, go… together… maybe?"

"I don't see why not."

I mentally fist pump the air and feel my stomach fill with butterflies over the anticipation.

I take a long sip of the last of my hot cocoa, trying to distract myself before I say something stupid. I set the empty mug back onto the table and wipe my chocolatey mouth with my jacket sleeve.

I look up to see Weiss's head slightly swaying to the beat of the record playing in the background. The song that's playing was very smooth and jazzy, and like all of the other songs on the disc, I've never heard it before.

Watching Weiss's slight movements as she slowly bobs her head up and down to the beat makes a ghost of a smile appear on my face.

"Do you like music?" I ask.

Weiss looks up at me, while continuing to gently sway her head.

"Yes, though it's not something I tell a lot of people."

"I remember you mentioning it a while back. Something about singing for your father's banquet?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I regret it, remembering it's partially the cause of when I found Weiss huddled in the corner of a bathroom a few months back. I think Weiss sees the mortified look in my eyes because she softens her gaze and shakes her head at me.

"You're fine, Ruby. I'm quite complacent talking about it with you. I'm pretty good at singing, and I enjoy it a fair amount as well. My father likes me to perform at some of his banquets to promote the family name and the company."

A surge of pride runs through me knowing that Weiss was so comfortable talking to me.

"Do you want to be a singer when you're older?" I ask.

Weiss scoffs at this.

"Don't be absurd. I'm the heiress to Schnee Bank, of course that will be my profession when I'm older. It's part of the reason why I joined the council: to teach myself some discipline."

I think Weiss would be plenty disciplined even without being a part of the council. She just seems to be a responsible person in general.

"I thought it was because of your sister?"

Weiss nods her head thoughtfully.

"That too."

I bring the floral mug up to my lips and down the rest of my delicious chocolatey drink. The flow of the moderately hot liquid down my throat relaxes me, and I hope it's helping soothe Weiss's throat as well.

I see Weiss fiddling with one of the buttons on her sleep shirt, her other hand rests on her mug that's sitting on the edge of the table. Across from me, she shifts her position so that she's on her knees with her legs slightly out to the side next to her.

I find myself staring at her legs for a moment longer than necessary and quickly moved my eyes back up to see Weiss staring out the window.

She doesn't look sad or distressed. She looks bereaved of all emotion completely.

"What about you, Ruby?"

I feel myself jerk back a bit, not expecting to hear her voice.

"What about what?"

"What do you want to do when you're older?"

I open my mouth to speak… and immediately close it again. It's not often that I'm at a loss for something to say, but here's that question again.

What do I want to do with my future? I sure as hell don't know.

It reminds me of the conversation I had earlier today, the one with Mr. Oobleck. He told me he could see me having some sort of future revolving around science. He even went as far as to invite me to some big, geeky science event for only students he chooses. Only the students he thought were worth taking. And I was one of them.

Just then, I remember I shoved the paper he gave me into my pocket when I left his class. I also notice Weiss has turned her attention from the window to me and is giving me a quizzical look at my lack of response.

I reach down and burrowed my hand into my pocket and pull out the crumbled yellow paper. I hand it to Weiss, who grabs it with that same questioning expression before unfolding it and skimming her eyes over some words.

"A… science and engineering festival?"

My shoulders stiffen a bit and I give Weiss a meek shrug to indicate my cluelessness to it as well.

"I'm not really sure about what I want to do, but my teacher thinks I'd be good at stuff like this…"

Weiss continues reading and after I watch those crystal clear blue eyes skim over a few lines she starts nodding her head.

"I have noticed you're very astute in science class. At times, I would even go as far to say brilliant." Weiss finishes skimming the paper and looks up at me. "I can definitely see you working in a field like this."

I feel my face heat up at the complement and the look Weiss is giving me. I look down at my sneakers, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"I'm not sure if I wanna go though…"

"Well, you might never know if the area is for you or not if you don't go."

Still looking at my shoes, I tilt my head to the side and let out a sigh.

"I guess you're right…"

Weiss looks thoughtful for a moment.

"What about your parents? What do they do?"

"My dad works for some business, he's actually pretty low on the career ladder right now, but I know he's trying his hardest!"

"And your mom?"

I freeze, feeling my entire body visibly stiffen from her words.

There it is. The dreaded question. The question that's haunted me all my life.

Normally, I wouldn't be very comfortable talking about my family situation. However, I feel like I can trust Weiss with anything.

Maybe it's the patient look she was giving me, or the fact that I know so much about her, but I can't find a single reason to hold any of the information from Weiss.

"I, uh… I don't really have a mom."

I see the blue irises, staring at my grey ones from across the table, grow wide in surprise.

Weiss's posture also slightly stiffens, and the hand that had been fiddling with her shirt button stops moving. Her mouth hangs slightly agape and she looks to be at almost as much of a loss for words as I had been a minute ago, when asked about my future plans.

"Ruby, I'm-"

I cut her off before the inevitable apology was to happen.

"Weiss, it's okay. I never… I never really knew her. She died when I was really young."

I flit my gaze away from hers and to the side, toward the rain now lightly tapping against the windows.

"But I don't look at it as a gloomy thing because the family I have now is really all I've ever known. My dad supports us, both me and Yang, and everything we do. He always tells us to keep moving forward, that's all we can do when something unexpected happens. And we make the most of it."

"Your dad sounds like an admirable person."

"Oh, he is! He works really hard to make sure Yang and I have everything we need. Although, we don't get to see him except for late at night, after he's done with work. We always spend the time when he's around together."

I see Weiss nod out of the corner of my eye and feel a small smile grow on my face.

I also notice the record player has stopped playing. The tracks must've all been over. The only sounds that are left, besides me and Weiss, is the rain that has mostly turned into a slight drizzle at this point.

Weiss gets a conflicted expression on her face before looking over at me with discretion.

"Forgive me if this is to invasive, but… I noticed a while back you and Yang have different last names. Is that related to your mom passing?"

I turn my smile towards her so that she knows I don't find it to be meddlesome.

"Kind of, Yang has my dad's and his first wife's name. After she left him, and he remarried my mom a few years later, they decided they wanted to give me my mom's maiden name."

Weiss doesn't have any particular expression on her face, but I can tell she is listening intently and cares about what I'm saying, even if she isn't showing it.

"Thank you for sharing that, Ruby... Sometimes I feel like I know so little about you."

I scratch the back of my head and let out a small chuckle.

"Sorry, I guess most of the time we're together I focus more on yo-"

I feel my face start to turn red as I realize what I just admitted to Weiss. She gives me a shy smile and raises her eyebrows.

This only makes me more embarrassed and I move my hands up to cover my coloring face while falling sideways onto the floor. I hear Weiss start to actually, truly, laugh at my actions and even through my humiliation the voice sounds magical.

I wonder what she sounds like when she sings…

However, my thoughts are cut short as Weiss's laughter soon turns into a coughing fit. She has to put a hand over her mouth and turn away from me as she all but coughs up a lung.

I sit up and give her a concerned look, but she waves me off as she lets out the rest of it and looks to the clock on the other side of the room.

"I'm honestly quite tired." She rasps. "Ruby, would you mind getting me a glass of water and bringing it up to my room?"

I vigorously nod my head.

"Of course."

Weiss stands up from her spot on the floor across from me, pinching the front of her shirt as she pulls it back and forth to fan herself. She starts walking over to the stairs in the hallway just outside of the room we're in. When she reaches the banister she puts her hand on the circular head of the railing and turns towards me.

"Up the stairs, around the corner, third door on the left."

I give her another nod and a thumbs up.

"Got it."

She walks up the stairs until I can't see her anymore and I stand up and pick up our empty mugs on the table. I might as well wash them for her, since she's sick. It's the least I could do.

I walk back into the surprisingly modest kitchen that I had made the hot cocoa in. At first I was surprised at the normal size of the kitchen, considering what the rest of the house looks like, but Weiss told me that this was their second kitchen. Apparently they have three. I should've known.

I place the florally patterned cups into the sink and turn the water on. I rinse them out, dry them off with some nearby paper towels and admire the designs one more time before setting them back into the cabinet where I'd found them. As I placed them in I grab a fancy looking glass that was near them for Weiss's water.

There isn't a full fridge in this kitchen, so I walk over to the little mini fridge tucked under the marble counter and find a small ice machine in the top of it. I scoop some up in my hand and drop it into the glass before heading back to the sink. I filled the glass with water and begin my walk to Weiss's room.

As I start walking up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat quickening at the realization I've never been in Weiss's room before.

I reach the top and see a few doors. There's a turn in the hallway about twenty yards down so I follow Weiss's directions and walk towards it. As I round the corner, I see the door Weiss was talking about toward the end of the hall.

I slowly walk over and stop in front of the intimidating object.

I feel my pulse racing and the glass in my hand shaking. I reach my hand out to grab the doorknob, but freeze an inch away from it.

Stop being so nervous, Ruby!

Deep breath.

It's only your friend's room - quit stalling.

I gently place my hand on the shiny handle and turn the knob. I gradually push the door open, but only step a respectable foot inside.

"Weiss, I brought yo-"

My eyes widened as I look in front of me.

Weiss is laying down on her bed, rolled over on her side, knees tucked slightly backwards and delicate hands placed under her head as she… slept?

Had Weiss fallen asleep in the short amount of time I took to clean the mugs and get her water?

She must have really been tired.

I step another foot in, so that I'm standing right in the entry way, and take a look around the room.

The first thought that comes to my mind is that it definitely looks like a 'Weiss' room.

The walls are a soft blue with a white, wooden trim around the bottom. The floors are made of white fluffy carpet that I'm pretty sure my sneakers are making indents in. On the far side of the room is a desk facing a wall that has a big window in it, and on either side of the desk are big bookcases, full of all kinds of reference material I imagine.

I step in a bit further and feel a bead of sweat drop off the water glass, tracing its way down my hand.

There is a sizable vanity in front of Weiss's bed. It's white with little pink accents here and there and looks super expensive. She has a lot of stuff lying on it, ranging from some makeup to reports and books.

I walk over and run my hand across the edge of the desk. Even with all the stuff on it, it still looks organized and tidy.

Yep, just like Weiss…

I chuckle lightly to myself and immediately move to cover my mouth with my hand. I slowly turn to where Weiss is still comfortably resting and let out a silent sigh of relief that I hadn't woken her up.

Weiss's bed is big; king sized probably. It was a canopy bed too, the kind that had drapes all around it. Weiss's in particular were light blue with some darker blue stripes at the end.

I quietly walk over and run a hand down them to see if they're as soft as they looked. They are.

Goddammit, Ruby, you're acting so creepy! Stop it! What if Weiss wakes up?

I take my hand off, feeling guilty, and look for a place to set down the water I was still holding. I walk around the bed and place the glass on a coaster sitting on Weiss's nightstand.

I clamp my hand a few times after letting go, and flit my gaze over to Weiss's sleeping form. I wouldn't say the position she's in is compromising in any way, but it did give me some… not so pure ideas.

I violently shake my head to rid the thoughts and turn around to look for a blanket to cover her with. I notice on the edge of her bed is a small quilt, so I grab that and pull it up over her body.

I lean down to make sure it reaches up to her chin and I pull it up until I'm satisfied.

When I finish I reluctantly bring my hands back and rest them on my knees. I realize I'm staring at Weiss, but at this point I don't really care.

I know I've thought about it before, but it really should be a crime for someone to be as pretty as she is. Even now with her mouth hanging slightly open and her normally nice and tidy hair sticking out all around her, she's striking.

I know I probably shouldn't, but I reach back towards her and brush some bangs out of her face. Her hair is smooth and silky, it feels like freshly spun silk and I want nothing more than to bury my hands in it.

I look down and watch her stomach move up and down in a steady rhythm; just like the forgotten rain pounding the windows, it's almost like the beats were fighting for my attention.

But one of them is so much more captivating. So much so that it's painful.

I don't exactly know why, or when, but I start leaning towards her.

It feels almost like my body is on auto-pilot. The only thing I can hear was the pounding of the rain on the windows. Or is that my pulse? I can't tell. It doesn't matter anyways. Not right now.

My face edges towards her. Slowly, like water-lilies floating down a stream, or like a cloud as it passes across the sky.

I'm less than an inch away - when I hear a soft whine come from an area all too close to me.

My eyes, that had been slowly fliting closed, shoot open as though a trance had been broken.

I fiercely rear myself back, stumbling over my own feet as I slam myself against the wall.

The rhythm I'm hearing is all too loud.

So loud that it's deafening.

I feel like I'm drowning in the noise and clutch my hand to the front of my shirt breathing heavily - erratically - while using my other hand to grasp my forehead.

Weiss shifts in her bed so that she's lying on her back and continues in her innocent slumber.

The steady drum of my pulse is so loud I can't take it anymore.

I sprint out of Weiss's room, stumbling frantically down the stairs and out the door.

The rain instantly starts berating my clothes, seeping through them and soaking my skin underneath. Even so, I can't feel a drop.

The rain is so heavy I can barely see where I'm running and I ram my stomach into the fountain in front of her house as a result. Even so, I don't feel a thing.

I kick my bike's stopper with as much force as I can muster and throw myself over the seat as I take off. My adrenaline begins wearing off and I can feel the fatigue in my legs, but even so, I won't stop.

The only thing I can hear is my heartbeat. The only thing I can feel are my fingertips as they grip my bikes handles so hard it threatens to break them in half. And the only thing I can think of was what I had almost just done.

I almost kissed Weiss.

Oh my god.

Gardenia: symbolizes purity and sweetness. They indicate secret love. They convey joy. They tell the receiver you are lovely.
Amaryllis: symbolic of splendid beauty. It is also used to indicate worth beyond beauty.
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