Hello, hello, hello sorry I've been slacking in the updating buisness but I've been too busy drowning in my college work to upload. However, I did manage to get back up to date on my work so I should be uploading quicker from this point onwards.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter \(^.^)/

Allen had a hunch. He'd been thinking about this possibility for a few weeks now, that Kanda could be him. If his hunch is true – He'd cry. Allen would cry so hard because the person he admired, was awestruck by annually, was him; that moody, bad mannered, lanky git that was laid out on his sofa. How he had prayed it wasn't Kanda. Allen shifted in his place on the sofa; he flexed his hand to stop the steadily approaching cramp and continued writing his part of their English assignment

"You're not… enjoying this, are you?" Allen didn't have to look up from his paper to know that Kanda had a face that had more creases in it than the paper he was currently screwing up.

"I happen to like a good essay session, I find it strangely meditative"

What the fuck is wrong with this kid, that's what Kanda thought when he looked at Allen. Just a few more hours, then he could leave, go home and sleep. He sat up, grabbed the biro and started on his section of the essay. Again.

Allen didn't have the slightest clue about how he was going to do this. Does he just ask outright? Is he even 100% sure that Kanda's even the blogger. He needed to consult his notes, but how does he do it with Kanda sat opposite him. He looked up from his section, Kanda was staring at Tim. He wasn't even doing his work. He sighed as he stood up

"I'm getting some food, please just do you work and, for god sake don't touch anything." Kanda shook his head and grunted so Allen just assumed that meant 'whatever'. He had to admit, Kanda wasn't the most talkative person in the world but that didn't mean he was bad company, at least, that's what Allen's been telling himself for the past hour. He thought back to the most recent blog update. Love. Did that mean Kanda was in love? Allen shuddered. Too weird. Kanda couldn't be the blogger.

What where the other things mentioned? If Kanda wasn't in love then he wasn't the blogger, but if other things made sense so maybe Allen just hadn't noticed it. Facebook, did Kanda have Facebook? Of course Allen wouldn't know because all he does is read the blog. Damn his antisocialness.

"Would it be easier to do the essay on Word?"

"Wha?" Kanda looked away from the doe eyes of Tim and instead stared at the doe eyes of his owner. Allen was leaning against the doorframe of, what Kanda assumed to be, the kitchen, bag of shortbread in his hand. "Why suggest that now we've done two thirds of it on paper?" He watched as Allen bit into the shortbread, eyebrows knitting together as he thought of his answer. He waited… waited and waited a little bit more until Allen had finally come up with a half decent reason,

"Well, this is the draft-" Allen walked to the table, placed his packet of Scottish shortbread on its surface and placed himself on the floor "-I mean, we have to put our pieces together, link them up, place them in a better order and anyway, Word makes things look much neater. Teachers love Word. It's a fact of life" He looked up at Kanda half expecting a punch to the face,

"You sat there, watched me work my ass off and for what? Nothing. Why? Because it's a draft. I thought it was the actual real deal but No. Too messy. Not neat enough for your standards." He clicked his tongue in irritation and got up to walk into Allen kitchen.

"Excuse me but where are you going-"

"Coffee"

"You can't run from this y'know"

"Oh heaven forbid I have a social life-"

"-You sound like a stroppy teenager-"

"I AM a stroppy teenager!"

Allen laughed to himself as he heard the mutter and curses from his kitchen. Eventually his laughter died down and he was once again faced with the issue of the potential blogger. Without his notebook present, the only blogs he could remember were the one focuses on Love and the one to do with Facebook… They both contained other subjects which were… abbreviations and… Valentine's Day! Okay, so now all he had to do was somehow bring them up in conversation. Easy peasy. The echoes of a crack bought Allen back down to earth and a feeling of uneasiness settled in his stomach

"What was that? "

"Me, trying to find coffee-"

"-Top left cupboard, right in front of you, you can't miss it."

"Well I'm missing it…" Allen heard the slam of drawers and the cupboard door hit the wall as Kanda had obviously thrown it open too fast it his need for caffeine. "You keep it with the cereal? What's wrong with you?" Allen sighed as he pulled himself to his feet, some people couldn't do anything by themselves.

"Oh my god Kanda, MY left, not your left, that's the cereal cupboard. The top right cupboard, coffee is in the top left" Allen proved his point by going to the opposite side of the small kitchen, opened the cupboard door and came face to face with the jar of instant coffee. He grasped it and placed it firmly on the counter top in front of an irritated Kanda. He flicked the kettle on, opened the cupboard above the kettle pulling out a decent sized mug. Placing it next to the kettle he filled it with coffee granules and fetched the milk from his fridge. "There, done, no faff just fill the mug, pour the milk in. No need to moan."

Of course Kanda didn't say anything in reply, he just stared at the kettle almost as if by just staring he hoped the kettle would boil faster.

"Thanks Allen. Oh no problem Kanda you're welcome." He watched as s smirk threaten to spread across his face, instead he rolled his eyes at the comment. "Y'know your manners are awful. What, you raised by dogs?" Kanda seemed to be amused as he smirked while raising his eyebrow at the whitette. Who said men couldn't multitask?

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm sorry Mr Walker. Thank you for the coffee Mr Walker. I'm gonna go sit in the lounge if that's okay with you Mr Walker. I'm going to fire up the laptop so I can go and rewrite everything on Word so it looks neater. If that's okay with you Mr Walker"

"Arrgh! Were you born just to piss me off? Go. Work. It'd be the first constructive thing you've done all day! And Mr Walker was my Father!"

"What do you mean, 'First constructive thing'? I've done work you little shrimp"

"Gazing at Tim is not constructive!"

"I was not gazing… he was just there, I couldn't concentrate-"

"-Real mature, blame the cat"

"You know what; I'm going home to do my work. I can't stand you, your house or your shitty instant coffee"

Kanda slammed the cup on the counter, its content over flowing with the force spilling its content all over its surface. He stormed into Allen's lounge, whipped his bag from underneath a disgruntled Tim and exited the house, making sure to slam the door for good measure.

Allen, however, grabbed the nearest dishcloth and wiped the mess. There was nothing like a good rage cleaning. He pulled the hoover from its usual resting place and began to swing it around the room, sucking up the dirt in a fit of anger. He stormed into the lounge, hoover at his command, and stormed around, not caring that he was smacking it into the legs of both the table and sofa.

"He makes me so angry!" He ground out through his gritted teeth as he threw the hoover back in the kitchen cupboard. He dug through his pocket and pulled out his mobile quickly dropping a text to Kanda, just to throw some insult and remind him that he still need to come round tomorrow so they can put their essay sections together. It seems his day will be wasted investigating [blogger idea A] tomorrow too.