(Ally's Notes: I really enjoy looking at the traffic log. Mostly because it tells me where all of you live country wise. Isn't it funny that the first couple people to read this were from America and France? Then we had a Saudi Arabian, someone from the UK, and someone from Bulgaria! Hi guys!)

Stranger: The next day was one to behhold. Of course no one was shutting up about Francis, and how he'd shown up two hours late. When he came into Biology it was obvious something was up with him. Dark rings under his eyes. Trying to hide a limp as he dropped into his seat, with a soft grunt.

You: Arthur didn't even glance at him. He was busy doing their project. He had already placed Francis's sketchbook on his desk and was now reweighing the egg. "Walk through a tornado?" Arthur asked as he adjusted the scale slightly and recorded results. The egg had lost it's shell and was a bit bigger. It was firm on the outside but see through. Pouring the vinegar into the beaker, he measured it out.

Stranger: "Hey I don't come in ripping on your mop of a head, screw you Arthure..." he grumbled out crankily. He hurt, he was tired...and it would be another few days of the same until this work project was done. Looking down to his sketchbook blinking quietly. "...you found it?" He figured he'd lost it somewhere.

You: "My 'mop o a head' happens to be very classy thank you very much!" Arthur said with a scowl. He let out a frustrated breath before continuing. "You left it on your desk yesterday." He said with anshrug. He poured the vinegar into the cleaned out cup before acing the egg back in it and wrapping it up. It was a fast process really. He sidntl understand why the teacher had to pair them up.

Strange: "keep telling yourself that." he snarled out softly shaking his head, closing his eyes curling his legs up against his body resting his forehead against his knees. "So...I guess you went nosing through?" probably to get Francis to actually do his work, he was at least taking their notes for it, and doing the paperwork while Arthur handled the actual process, when he wasn't trying to fight off what looked like a murderous headache. 16 and he looked hung over.

You: "Why would I go 'nosing' through it?" He asked as he wrote answers to questions. His hands were keeping busy, folding the edge of his paper with his left as he wrote with his right. His hand writing was neat and the fold in the corner was exact.

Stranger: "you mean you didn't?" looking to him blushing nervously. "I just thought you might..." shrugging quietly "thanks." he mumbled out softly rubbing his temples.

You: He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him. "Where's that flirty and annoying you you were yesterday?" He asked with a frown. It was getting on his nerves how someone can go from one thing to the next. And it was getting hard to hate him when he looked so helpless. He had to keep reminding himself that it might be a trick to get him to let down his guard.

Stranger: "Christ, I can't have an off day, I have to be perfect and perky and a bright ball of sunshine all my life!?" Blurting it out standing up to his feet as he snapped at him, not even realizing he was yelling or making a spetacle until after it happened, looking around nervously.

You: "It was a simple question." Arthur said with a frown. Maybe he was right about the daddy issues. Glancing around the room, people were already starting to talk. A whisper here, a mumble there. Even the teacher was talking to another student. Arthur finished up his work quickly

Stranger: "..." He looked around slowly seeing them talking, mind racing a mile a minite. He was...his mask was slipping. No. He couldn't. He couldn't let them see him, not like this. "M-ma'am I'm...I'm not precisely feeling well right now..." trying desprately to hide the tremor in his voice. "I think I should go..."

You: "There's only a couple more minuets in class, can't you wait until it's over?" The teacher asked as the class watched with interest. Arthur watched as well, watching him slip. It would have happened eventually. Glancing around, he saw that no one had connected him to Francis' outburst.

Stranger: "n-no...I have to uh...I just..." No...five years...five years of hiding it all for nothing. "I need to go." making a break to get out. He was having a melt down he didn't need people to see that side of him.

You: As he ran out, the class talked amongst themselves about his weird behavior. The teacher looked around the room. "Arthur, will you go check on him? I believe he might be sick." Arthur frowned at the teacher and shook his head.

"If I have to guess, he wants to be alone right now." Arthur said as he put his things away. The teacher frowned at him.

Stranger: Home...he needed to get home, rushing to his locker letting out a weak whimper as he started throwing things into his bag. Just...lock himself away for a while, forget about this shit day.

You: Arthur was a worried for him. Only a bit! No more then a normal person would. He had the urge to investigate further, but it wasn't his place. He had no reason to dig into his personal life. As the bell rang he sprung from his seat.

Stranger: He was just finishing at his locker as Arthur came running out, taking one quick glance at him before trying to duck away in the crowds, just get out...get home...it would all just go away.

You: One more day and then the weekend. Then he could go to the library and read the hours away. One more day and that project would be done and he wouldn't have to worry about Francis' bipolar-ness