A/N: SO SORRY!!! INCREDIBLY SORRY! My school has been loading us with homework and PROJECTS... I've barely had time to get on the computer... Sorry I didn't update in a long time, but well... I updated now. It may be short but I thought I'd end it before I got you guys to wait any longer. If any of you were waiting... hopefully you didn't give up on me. :( ... anyway, Happy Thanksgiving everyone, and have a great break and all.

Her head was throbbing. Holding onto her head in pain and lying in her bed, she just couldn't remember who it was that wrote the note. She tried to remember all the times her friends had asked her for help on homework so long ago, or when she leaned over to look at her friend's comments on some paper. But no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn't remember. It seemed like years ago!

A day passed, filled with registration activities. Papers flew and pens were racing against one another. The following days were uneventful as far as the mysterious midnight chat. However, another note was anonymously passed to Jamie two days before classes began.

Returning from dinner, Jamie and her pals parted to enter their own rooms. As Jake pulled out his keys for their room, Jamie peered over his shoulder and spied a ripped lined piece of paper taped to the wooden door.

"What's that?" Jamie furrowed her eyebrows as she reached over her friend's shoulder to grab the paper.

Turning the knob, Jake cracked the door open. Once he noticed Jamie wasn't following him, he craned his head and tried to read the paper Jamie was holding. "What's that, James-o?"

No answer.

Jamie was a pond in winter, her eyes wide.

"Hmmm… 'Meet me at the front entrance to your building tomorrow at 7 P.M.'" Jake was frozen as well.

When Zach came out with his pajamas and a towel in hand, he stopped in the middle of the hallway. He cocked his head. Quietly gliding toward the statues, he muttered, "Jamie…" but whispered, "Whoa…" at the sight of the note. Meet me at the front entrance to your building tomorrow at 7 P.M. "Jamie… do you want me to tell the others?" Zach questioned, shaking Jamie from stone to flesh.

Jamie shook her head as slowly as a snail sprints. "No," she finally mumbled, "don't tell them Zach."

Jamie didn't speak a word the rest of the darkening day. When Kevin came to alert Jamie that it was her turn to shower, she merely pushed past him into the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Kevin had a puzzled look on his face.

"Nothing… absolutely nothing at all." Jake replied. He was sprawled on his bed staring down at the floor, making out random shapes.

"Hey, you have to tell me, dude," Kevin demanded, his face suddenly stern. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing, okay?" Jake looked up from the floor. He saw a carpet version of Kevin. His eyes were apparently used to the carpet.

Kevin glared at him brutally but backed away from the door, marching back into his own room. Jake heard the door slam as he gazed at the empty doorway.

After a few minutes, Jamie came pouncing through the doorway, happy as a bunny.

"I'm done! Come on," Jamie urged.

Oh boy. She must be INCREDIBLY disturbed to hide it like that, Jake thought glumly. Jake took his time pushing himself up from his bed and walking over to his drawer. As he gloomily pulled out his clothes, Jamie was bouncing up and down by the door, waiting. Suddenly she stood as still as a statue, squinted and scratched her chin, and dashed over to her own drawer. "TOOTHBRUSH!" she screamed, seemingly unaware of sleeping people in the rest of the world.

Highly, highly, highly disturbed, Jake pondered while sluggishly dragging himself over to the door. Jamie raced to the door, squeezed past him and flew into the bathroom, halting at the sink. 30 seconds later, Jake heaved himself onto the tile floor and over to the shower. While Jake showered, Jamie brushed her teeth and nobody spoke a word. As soon as Jamie was finished and she had her mouth squeaky clean, she rapidly became hyper once more.

Up until they went to bed, they continued like that, one hyper and the other the complete opposite. But as Jamie neared her bed and barely touched her sheets, she broke out sobbing and crashed onto her bed. Jake, who was sitting quietly, shot up from his chair and took long strides over to Jamie.

Sitting down beside her on her bouncy bed, he knew that when she was in this state, it was useless to ask if she was okay. Of course, she would say yes, although she wasn't.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, with the exceptions of Jamie's sniffs and the breeze outside the window, making a few leaves rustle.

Jake, who sat farther back than Jamie, began to raise his arm, but lowered it. As he thought over it, he decided to be bold and do what he desired to do. All he intentioned for was to comfort her, right? So he raised his arm again and put it around Jamie.

They've done that before, except in different circumstances. Jamie, Jake, and the rest of their old friends always put their arms around each other as happy and jumpy friends always do. But this was different.

To Jake's relief, Jamie didn't pull back or anything, but Jake felt awkward having his arm around her. He stared at the floor and considered pulling his arm back, but decided not to, thinking that would be a sign of cowardice.

Jamie kept crying. Before he knew it, Jake felt Jamie lay her head on his shoulder. A few seconds slipped away before Jake decided. He wrapped his free arm around Jamie, and they remained like that for what was a million hours of bliss to Jake.

It felt like forever, but indeed it was over all too soon. Jamie undid herself from Jake, stood up, and announced, "We should go to sleep."

With that, Jake stood up reluctantly, but didn't allow Jamie to see it. He took a step towards his bed and forced himself to crash headfirst into his pillow. Jamie unsuccessfully muffled a snicker, turned off the light, and tucked herself into her bed.

"'Night," Jamie muttered.

"Goodnight, Jamie," Jake replied, closing his eyes.

As Jamie tossed and turned in her cot, Jake could not help wondering what had made Jamie cry. Had she finally realized who it was? Did something happen in the day that Jake didn't notice? Was it himself? Why had she cried? Why?

The next day, Jake and Jamie both woke up at the same time. They caught each other's glances and realized what had woken them up and alarmed them so. Who was knocking on the door?