Next chapter! :) It wasn't so fun to write though...oh well, hope you'll like it! :D

'I knew it wasn't worth getting out of bed this morning!'

Lifty puts a hand on his chest were Splendont held on to him. It hurts a little but he doesn't think about it when he looks up at the light green bear with malachite eyes and lovely features. Lifty tries not to stare awkward at the painfully good looking male, though it's hard.

Flippy kneels down next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, dude?" Flippy asks.

The hand feels cold, the feeling spreads across his body and makes Lifty shiver a little. When he looks at the green eyes in front of him, they, for one second, changes from deep green into yellow with small pupils.

But when he looks again, their back to their usual color. He blinks a few times, since he's not quite sure what he just saw.

"Uhm, Lifty...are you okay? You look a little ill..."

"Oh...uh, it's n-nothing. Just a little d-dizzy..." He smiles, trying to convince Flippy that he's telling the truth even if he's not.

The bear helps him to his feet. Lifty avoids to look him in the eyes.

"I...have to go..." Lifty mumbles, staring at the stone floor and biting his lips. Flippy nods slowly even if Lifty can't see it.

"Okay, but you should tell someone about Splendont. You know what he's like."

Lifty nods. But he doesn't know if he should. Who knows what Splendont will do to him if he tells anyone?

"If you think it feels a little better you can always talk to me, if you want to of course." Flippy puts his hands in his pockets, smiling friendly.

"Uh...w-why would y-you w-want to...to talk...?" Lifty twists his hands nervously. He feels like Flaky. The only thing missing is dandruff and a nervous laugh.

"Well I kinda know what it's like to be different." Flippy pats Lifty on top of the head and walks off, into the crowd of people.

Lifty stares after him with big eyes.

'Wow...' He puts his left hand on top of his head where Flippy patted him.

'What?" Lifty begins to walk towards the library.

'Why would a guy like Flippy want to help a bad kid from the ghetto like me?'

'Well, maybe he actually wants to help you?'

He makes a thoughtful expression while walking slowly through the long hallway.

'As I said before: 'I don't want anyone's help'!'

'Skip the crap, buddy! If that's true, why are you on your way to a doctor right now?'

Lifty bites his lip. He's pretty talented when it comes to start discussions with himself. But he's getting really irritated whenever he's talking back to himself. He sighs unamused.

'Why am I talking to you? You're just telling me what I am doing wrong!'

'Because you're really insecure about this and you want to cry right now but keeps it all inside! That's not healthy!'

Lifty stops outside of the door the principal talked about. He rises his hand, getting ready to knock on it.

'What are you waiting for?'

He takes a deep breath, filled with anxiety. He can't make up his mind, should he go inside? No psychologist he ever met before have been able to make him feel any better or do any progress. He looks at the closed door with a lump of doubt, growing inside his stomach.

'Okay...I guess I have nothing to loose...'

He knocks at the door three times. It's quiet for a while. He knocks again. This time he can hear a voice coming from inside, saying "Come in, it's open!". Lifty sighs deeply and opens the door.

This is more of a filler. That's why it's so short. But don't worry, there will be more. R&R :)