I will update more on the weekend. I have two test in the next two days, so I gots to study! Review and enjoy. Oh, which story would you people want updated? I take request! Bold- means Ciel'

I do not know how long has passed until our paths crossed. A couple days, a week, maybe a month, I cannot tell because without you, time blends. Shouldn't it be the opposite? Shouldn't a second feel like a year? Or is it that I cannot differentiate between any measurements of time since each moment without you does not mean anything to me? Mmm, probably.

Although I can't recall the last time I saw you, it does not matter when I see your back as you walk into the bathroom. Honestly, nothing matters when you are here, and my pervious worries definitely didn't matter as they flew out of my mind when I followed you in the boy's room and wrapped my arms around you.

You feel good. Your back pressed against me makes my heart flutter in my ribcage. Is your heart racing too? I hope so. If your face in the mirror is any indication as to what you are feeling, then maybe I should be happy because your wide eyes must mean that though you are surprised at the unexpected embrace, you are more shocked at how right you feel pressed to me. The gasp that escapes your mouth is because you like me, and you had to release that breath of air to keep yourself from speaking, right? Right? Well, I guess my heart can beat crazy enough for the both of us.

I really did not anticipate hugging you or hugging you for this long, but I think the one thing that I am most flabbergasted by is that you don't pull away. Instead, you relax in my hold. Your head rests on my chest, and your body uses mine as a wall as you lean on me. I must confess that I am happier than I have ever been in my entire life, which is quite a feat since I dubbed meeting you to be the greatest moment I have experienced.

We sure are lucky that the restroom is empty, huh? I mean, I wouldn't care what people would say or think if they were to walk in on us right now. I decided in the time we spent apart that I did not need to pay attention to anybody else because I would have you, and you are all I want. I don't need their approval to like you or their judgment. Having you is all I require.

There is another thing that I determined, which is that if you won't talk to me, I would just talk for me and you. Yes, it would be better if you participated in a conversation with me, but I can make sacrifices if it meant that the product would result in me and you being together.

"I am not holding you tight, am I?" I ask and though I don't mean to whisper it, I do. There is something about being in a room by ourselves that makes my voice lower naturally. Like I don't want to dispel the bubble that is around us.

You shake your head, and I am absolutely appalled at how simplistic I am to be this delighted over such a minimal action. However, I think we have that simplicity in common because I see your features soften in the mirror. I take my chances and squeeze you a little hard, wondering what your response would be and when a frown occupies your face, I quickly reduce the pressure. Then you grace me with a small smile.

"We haven't seen each other in a while. Did you miss me?" I bit my lip and stare at our reflection in an effort to catch the truth from your expression in case you try to lie to me. When your smile does not falter, my confidence in myself rises. I feel like you are reciprocating my feelings. That confidence plummets when you, again, shake your head, signifying that, no, you did not miss my presence.

I immediately let you go and step back. It is childish to be so upset at your rejection, but I can't help myself. I have only had a crush on one person other than you, and she was my kindergarten teacher so that does not count. I am not really knowledgeable when it comes to things like these. I'm sad to admit that I am not a virgin, but when it pertains to actually feeling the way you make me do, I am innocent and untouched.

With my eyes turned downward, I don't see you stepping towards me, but I do feel you burrow into me. I glance down while you look up, and when our eyes meet, you give a pout. "What's wrong? I'm not mad at you or anything," I explain. Your pout increases. "I'm not." You vigorously shake your head. "I am really not. I completely understand if you didn't miss me. I am not that memorable anyways." Your face scrunches up in anger, and you stomp on my left foot. "What? Are you trying to tell me that I am unforgettable," I joke, trying to mask my growing frustration of misunderstanding your intent as well as trying to soothe my wounded ego. I thought you were going to mime to me a 'no', but you nod and because I want to thoroughly comprehend your message, I question your movement. "So you did miss me?" No. I sigh. "Then I am important to you." Yes. I wrap my arms around you again, pick you up, and twirl you around in a fit of glee. I put you down. "I am important to you, but you didn't miss me," I repeat for you. Yes. I want to ask you why you finds me so valuable, why you don't care if I am not with you, just why, but I can't. You would only respond to "yes or no" questions, right?

"Do you remember my name?" Yes. I squeal a little in my throat. "Do you like it?" You hesitate before nodding. So far so good! I should not inquire about this subject, but I can't resist anymore. I close my eyes while I blurt out, "Do you like me?" I snap my eyes open, waiting to see your head either move up or down or side-to-side, but the door suddenly swings ajar. Guys start filling the room, eager to empty out their bladders. They stop moving when they see us, and though I am not embarrassed about our position, it appears that you are because you let your arms fall from me. You grimace, and I hope, I pray, that I imagine the slight motion of your head swaying from left to right. I won't believe it until you clearly state it, but before I can reiterate, you have already exited. I rush after you, but I know it is pointless. I will have to wait in this terrible ambiguous confusion that your last action caused because I refuse to believe it unless you say it to me. I refuse.