I enjoyed writing this chapter very much *grins*

Thank you for the reviews for the last chapter :D I appreciate them very much! YOU'RE ALL BAE, GET ICE CREAM CAKES

I'll answer some questions here :3
-I re-read my earlier chapters and felt like smacking myself, yes, I used one too many 'mate' words. It won't happen again! Promise
-Peter White in this story, huh? That would certainly be interesting, if only I can find a way to slide him into the story XD
-How Boris finds her flat and her last name? From the reporters, of course. He's hiding somewhere near that cliff, and of course the reporters would bombard her about her name and why she's there. She'd probably say her name and that she lives around there. The rest is easy, right?

Hmm...will it be too much to ask if I can get at least 6 of you telling me your favorite books? Boris here is bored and wants to read more! XD

To Care

It certainly was a good thing that the outdoor was relatively less-crowded. Julius had to take the cross-dresser on his back—another good thing was the fact that their flat was just ten minutes of walk—thus he exited the campus ground and waited for the pedestrian light turns green.

Julius sighed. This had happened before, so he wasn't at much of a panic when this happened the first time. One of Alice's weaknesses was how she wouldn't stop pushing herself, no matter how tired her body was that it shuts down like a PC suddenly getting unplugged.

When he managed to return to their flat, however, Boris wasn't being helpful this time. No, rather, he was making things harder by eating and reading in Alice's bed.

"Oi," Julius grunted as he carefully set Alice on his bed. "You can't eat and read on he—his bed like that. Get off." He said, and seeing that the free-loader seemed to be not listening, the navy-haired man twitched in anger.

Boris kept eating chips while flipping the next page of Malory Towers.

"Will you listen, Gwendoline-Mary!?" Julius hissed and pulled the sheets by force, causing Boris to slide off the mattress along with the books and the bag of chips. Gwendoline-Mary is a spoiled character in the Malory Towers series.

Boris twitched and clicked his tongue in distaste. "Tch! I was reading!"

"Your host passed out, moron!" Julius said, pointing at the out-cold Alice. "Celebrities nowadays have no courtesy, have they? Don't eat on the bed anymore. Now you go and—and return all of those books back to order."

"Or what?"

"Or I kill you with bare-hands. Al isn't going to save you now."

Boris scowled and was about to say that he didn't mind and dared Julius to kill him—but then a stack of books he piled on the floor suddenly trembled down into a mess. Julius left to attend Alice while Boris stared at the books.

The former Super Star puffed his cheeks and stood up, gathering some books, which surprised Julius a little.

"Just so you know, I'm only doing this not because I'm scared of your threat—I just want to live long enough until I finish all these books!" said Boris grudgingly, ears red as he began to collect the books, grudgingly mumbling about how he's doing peasant's works.

Julius scoffed and covered his flatmate with a blanket, leaving to brew some lemon-balm tea. Of course he wasn't planning to kill Boris Airay with bare-hands, he would have to plot a way—maybe make a hit and run or just toss that idiot off the cliff for real. Then he could tell Alice that Boris was just bored and decided to take off.

"I don't want...anyone else kill themselves because of me."

That line crossed his mind again. Why had Alice thought of that? What had happened? Then again, something had changed ever since she returned from home after the Winter Break. She didn't seem so passionate about the lectures or assignments anymore. Even the professors missed her pro-activity during lectures.

"...You wish to blast us all or something!?" Boris's loud voice split his train of thoughts when he slipped his hands before Julius to switch off the stove. The kettle was whistling very loud that it was still whistling as it heats down. Julius blinked, completely forgetting about the tea.

Boris gave him an irritated scowl that said 'What-a-moron', which irked Julius to no end. Nonetheless, he set a cup of lemon-balm tea beside the nightstand of his bed, where Alice was asleep. He then noticed that Boris was pouting, looking down at the cross-dresser.

"When is this guy going to wake up?" he asked, even though he was probably asking no one.

"I guess it does seems worrying, but s—he'll wake up soon, maybe tomorrow morning." Julius said,

Boris glared at him with slightly red face. "Seems worrying? Ha. I'm not worried or anything—I'm just hungry. I mean, he's the cook and all." He scoffed and returned to Alice's part of the flat to busy himself with the laptop this time.

Julius mentally sighed and pulled out an extra blanket. He eyed the clock on his computer desk—it's just 7 PM and he was already too tired. Good thing he's finished all his assignments for the week. Julius was approaching the sofa, and then stopped.

He stared at Alice's empty bed. Boris was on the floor with Alice's laptop.

Boris let out a protesting sound when Julius dropped himself in Alice's bed.

"Hey! Why are you sleeping there!? That's my bed!"

"No, it's Al's." Julius covered himself with the blanket and turned his back to Boris. "Al's using mine, so it's logical if I use his."

Boris twitched in disbelief.

"Where do I sleep, then!?"

"Sofa, Captain Obvious."

"I am not a peasant! ...Hey!" Boris shivered in anger as Julius had put on his headphones to deafen himself. The former Super Star groaned and then glared at Alice across the room, as if blaming the cross-dresser for his fate to be treated like a peasant for the night.

~.X.~

Boris puffed his cheeks, turning and tossing in the sofa. How outrageous. He had never been treated such—Gowland would flip if he saw him as much as sleeping in the armchair, and now he had no choice but to sleep in a freaking sofa.

He was tall, and the sofa didn't fit his height. It was also too narrow, and the armrest was nearly rock-hard, it's impossible to use it as a pillow. He turned and stopped, seeing Al still unconscious, unmoving on Julius's bed.

"Oh yeah, he usually sleeps here, huh." He thought in realization. Boris then lowered his gaze, feeling uncomfortable. Al had probably felt really uncomfortable sleeping in this sofa. Yet, the guy had never voiced any complaints. The auburn-haired male huffed and shut his eyes, trying to sleep.

Even so, he couldn't. He groaned and sat up, crossing his arms. How could Al sleep on this freaking bench—yes, it's so uncomfortable it might as well be a bench—Boris would never understand. He realized he wouldn't fall asleep anytime sooner. He dragged his blanket and stood up.

Setting down the blanket on the floor by Julius's bed, Boris then sat down and dropped his head beside Al's arm, sighing. Well, this was surprisingly much more comfortable. Though he really still couldn't bring himself to sleep that he began to play with Al's fingers.

"His hand is very feminine..." he thought to himself, then realized that Al was still wearing his glasses. Boris scoffed and reached—as his arm was long enough—to take off the thick-framed glasses, revealing beautiful, long lashes. He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by how feminine the sleeping guy was.

Boris wondered how Al would look if he'd open his eyes...? He set the glasses on Julius's nightstand, the tea was untouched. He dropped his head onto the mattress again, staring at Al's surprisingly smooth arm and began to play with his fingers some more. They were so smooth and soothing that Boris found himself falling asleep.

~.X.~

Julius had a biological clock, as he was a very organized person, that he woke up precisely at 6 AM. He realized he wasn't in his own bed, reminisced, and automatically turned to check the bed across the flat, only to see Airay was asleep sitting on the floor, his head under Alice's arm.

He let out a stifled yawn, pinching his nosebridge, and slid off the bed. Once again, Alice's words crossed his mind. Julius was in deep thought until he decided on something, and dragged himself to clean himself and start the day.

When he passed his bed with Alice in it and Airay hanging onto it, Julius couldn't help a small smile.

~.X.~

Alice woke up, due to hearing someone singing. Of course, it couldn't have been Julius, and that voice was much too familiar—Boris was singing. She wasn't sure how he'd react if he knew she's listening, so she kept closing her eyes.

"Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man,

Well, it surely means that I don't know...

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune,

But I hear the voices say,

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more..."

It's Kansas's Carry On Wayward Son. Boris was tapping his fingers to the table as his only instrument. Alice mentally smiled—Boris either found it in her laptop or just started watching Supernatural series. She stayed still until Boris finished singing, and several more minutes to make it more natural until she pretended to just woke up.

Then it hit her.

"Wait a second—I have lectures today!" she gasped and frantically tried to stand up, tangled in her blanket and fell off with a painful slam on the wooden floor. "Ow!"

Before she could continue her panic fit, Boris helped her out of the blanket and told her something.

"Monrey said you're off for today. He'd explain to the professors or something, so you should rest."

"Oh...wow," Alice seemed very relieved as she slowly wrapped her surrounding around her head and calmed down. It was a sunny day—birds playing in their balcony, chirping, sunlight coming through the curtains.

She let out a sigh, and looked up at Boris, who looked down at her quietly.

"You hungry?"

"Horribly."

"Oh-kayyy then..." Alice stretched, grunting as she did, and dragged herself up. Boris flinched when he heard some of her bones crackling. She let out a 'whew' before stretching her neck, again, letting out crunchy crackling noises.

Then, she realized that it wasn't her bed.

"Oh no. No. No, no, no. Where did Julius sleep last night!?"

"In your bed."

"Oh, thank goodness..."

"Aren't you concerned that I have to sleep on the sofa?" Boris sulked a little, then turned away, returning to the laptop. Alice was hitting her own shoulder while yawning.

"Oh, bah, you can deal with that. You're not a baby."

"Tch. Whatever."

Boris seemed quite irritated as he wouldn't look at her and tried to ignore her, busying himself with her laptop. Alice found out that the fridge was empty, and that it was near noon. She glanced, slightly worried of Boris who probably didn't have breakfast.

"Hey, Airay. What do you say if we eat out?" she offered, pulling out two jumpers and began to lift one towards Boris's direction. Boris scowled at her.

"Eat out? I'm a dead Super Star, remember? Can you imagine me entering a coffee shop?"

"I know," Alice pulled out her spare glasses—which had no prescription, as she only used them for appearance—and then set the jumper, a beanie, and the glasses on the table by her laptop. Boris scowled at her. "Which is why we have to fix you up a bit, right? Now, go along!"

~.X.~

Boris was surprised to see himself. He was wearing a beanie, his usually pushed-back auburn hair was now let down, long bangs set aside to cover one of his eyes, and he was nearly unrecognizable with the thick-framed glasses hiding his golden eyes. Not to mention he's wearing a very merry sleeveless jumper with reindeer pattern.

"...Are you really that amazed by your new look?" Al laughed at the male who's still staring at his reflection on a shop's window, in disbelief. "Here, brunch." She handed a hotdog.

"What's this?"

"Hotdog, duh."

"Hotdog?" Boris frowned at it in confuse. "It doesn't look like a dog!"

Al laughed at his statement. They walked to the park and ate their hotdog on a bench. Al had bought them instant coffee, and Boris told Al that his manager tried to strangle a crew for giving him instant coffee.

"Then, what do you usually eat?"

Boris hummed, munching his hotdog. It was salty and sweet, and greasy. But he kind of liked it. He swallowed.

"Some weird brownish goop that's kind of like oatmeal, but taste like plain porridge."

"Ugh," Al shivered and shook his head, then took another bite of the hotdog. "Synthesized food, huh. How fearsome. Then, do you like the food you've been eating here?"

"I'd say they're quite interesting." Boris said, too proud to admit that he's happy.

Al snickered. "Then, what's your favorite?" he then looked around. "I mean, maybe we can get some while grocery shopping."

Boris slightly perked up, his cheeks flushed in the faintest pink available.

"W-Well, I guess I have acquired a taste for ice cream..."

~.X.~

Alice had to stifle her laughter when she brought Boris to a supermarket. He was glaring at almost everything, like a kitten placed in a new home. He turned his head whenever he heard a cashier machine letting out that 'KA-CHING!' noise. He spent nearly ten minutes poking on every fishes—especially salmon's eye—until he got reprimanded by the staff.

Being a former Super Star, he obviously never had the need for grocery shopping—especially if you only eat synthesized food—so a supermarket was like some sort of Wonderland for him. Before they went to the register, Alice stopped the trolley before the ice cream crate and told Boris to pick one. Boris didn't take long, quickly snatching a strawberry cream popsickle, making Alice snickering.

"What?"

"N-Nothing." Alice kept it a secret that Boris apparently had a subconscious attraction with the color pink. She picked a chocolate cornetto for herself. After paying, they stopped in front of the supermarket to unwrap their ice cream.

Boris seemed to be enjoying his strawberry ice cream, as his eyes were gleaming like a little boy. Alice watched quietly while biting off her chocolate cornetto.

"How is it?"

"Sweet. And cold." Said Boris, and then stopped, curiously staring at Alice's ice cream.

Alice stared at her own, realizing what he wanted, and lifted her ice cream for him. Boris then leaned in to take a bite—

"WAIT, DON'T!"

And swallowed the chocolate ice cream before turning to whoever that was who just screamed in utter horror. Boris dropped his ice cream.

Alice wanted to run.

Gowland stood there, frozen in shock, a hand reached out as if wanting to stop whatever had been done. Boris hissed like an offended cat.

"Gowland—what the hell!?"

"What...the...HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Gowland yelled at Alice, instead of responding to Boris. He then shook her by her collar. "I KNEW IT. YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL HIM. I'VE KNOWN IT ALL ALONG, LIDDELL!"

"What—did—I—do..."

"HA! PRETENDING AS IF YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT HIS ALLERGIC REACTIONS TO CHOCOLATE!"

As he finished that sentence, Boris had passed out on the pedestrian street, wheezing for air.