Work the next day was pretty chill, just me, Barry, Arin and Ross. Dan had to do some stuff with Brian and Mark came in later in the day. It was Kevin's day off because he was in the office all night on Saturday and had done lots of editing.

I was a little bit sick because, as you know, I've been a little bit under the weather… With the constant crying and endless worrying… So I didn't talk very much. From time to time Ross kept checking up on me.

"Violet, you doing okay?" He'd ask.

And I'd reply with the same thing every time. I'd smile, my shoulders would rise and I'd plaster a smile on my face all while saying: "You big dummy, of course I am!" ( The first time.) Or saying: "You've already asked me and I told you I was fine. Get back to work, if I wasn't fine you'd sure as hell know about it! Trust me." ( Every other time.)

I couldn't believe it. 'He saw right through me! How?'

Today, I had brought my desk tripod and my camera in my bag with me. To make up for the recording I should have done yesterday.

"Arin." I said while tapping him gently on the shoulder, piquing his interest of that moment. Before he turned to face me, I put that same plastered on smile on as Ross received every 20 minutes he asked if I was okay.

Arin removed one headphone. "Yeah? What do you need?"

"Just so you know, I've decided to record a video for my channel today, while my brother and sister aren't around."

"Alright. Just tell Barry and Ross that they have to record when you're done. Wait, brother?"

"Yeah. My life, amirite? I tell you about him later, okay." I say before receiving a grunt of recognition from him, turning around and walking away into the Grump Room, as we all dubbed it.

I set the tripod on the desk, fixed my camera to it and remembered that Mark was in here too. I knock on the wall beside the curtain, that splits his PC and the rest of our recording shit apart, and wait for a sign.

"Come in." He called. Mark was just sitting back in his chair, swivelling it around for a bit.

"Hey, Mark. Good mornin'." I reply with a scratchy, in-the-middle-of-clearing-my-throat, voice.

"Morning, Violet. You okay? You're sounding a little bit sick today."

"No-no. I'm perfectly fine! Do you plan on recording within the next, say-20 minutes?"

"No, I don't. Wade, Jack and I are just waiting for Bob to get back from whatever he's doing." Mark said sarcastically, rolling his eyes playfully. That's when I look at his screen and he was currently Skype-ing Wade and Jack.

"Oh, I see." I clear my throat like I was supposed to 2 minutes ago and look down. "Do you guys mind listening to me ramble for the next century?"

"Not at all." Mark says.

"Who are you talking to, Mark?" A derpy American voice says out of nowhere and I jump back, placing a hand on my chest in fright, in flamingo stance.

"It's Violet."

"And you just gave me a fucking heart attack, Wade." I mutter before we all hear the sound of Irish laughter. "Shut up Jack."

"Hey, I'm sorry it was funny."

"Was it?" I ask, as the Sassy Sue I am. Sighing to myself, I shake my head and turn around. "Well, duty calls." I walk away and slam down on the couch. I lean forward, press play on my camera and sit back again.

"Saikin dō, everybody! I am TokyoTrooper and welcome to vlog numero uno!" I say with fake enthusiasm while sticking a finger up from my right hand to represent the number one. "I've made this vlog to, explain, as it were, to you guys what the fuck I'll be doin' on this channel. 'Cuz last night, I was thinkin' about you all and the channel itself… Maybe a little too hard actually, but regardless of what I was thinkin' about, it's been getting under my skin due to havin' not posted in a while. I've been deprived of sleep because I've been thinkin', probably more like over thinkin', but… I feel irresponsible. I feel like I haven't been doin' enough. This is super unlikely but, what if someone… out there watches my videos to, I don't know, find solitude, to relieve themselves of a stressful and/or painful experience and I haven't been there to get them through it. So for you guys' sake, this is a formal apology.
So, today… I'm going to change that for all of you!" I almost shout. "Just because my life is rough and I've trudged through loads and loads of shitty times and have had no-one there to help me through them, doesn't mean to say you should go without someone!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mark peer from around the curtain. Upon further inspection, he had his microphone peeking out of the cloth too, like he was making Jack and Wade listen to my every word. I glared daggers at him before, once again, composing myself.

"I-" I cleared my throat before I started bubbling up. "I know that times can get really shitty, really-really quickly because I have spent most of my life fighting through those times. So, this is my pr-promise, t-to you…" I failed miserably as my bottom lip began to quiver. "I'll eventually, open up to you. To all of you out there, it might be only a little bit at a time, but I will. And you'll get to know me. It's a shame that I'm not too much of a people person, but nonetheless, I want to get to know you too! Okay?!" I put my hands on my knees and tilt my head to the right after rubbing my tears away from the corners of my eyes. "I want to experience everything together! I want to go through both good times and bad with you because… Because even if I don't meet you, every single-damn-one of you are in my heart always." I put my hands over my heart. "I know sometimes when I watched a youtuber, before I became one, I felt separated because I'm frightened of people and was too scared to separate from my dad, so I never went to cons because of that… along with the fact that after we build the house we were broke as fuck." I sniff up, helplessly as fuck.

"And what I can tell you, I saw my sister for the first time in bloody-fuckin' 13 years... and recently found out I have a little half-brother who is currently staying with me. The only people who are alive that I will accept into my biological family, ya know, the only ones who aren't d-dead. I love 'em, I really-really do and wouldn't change them for the world, I wouldn't. They're definitely weird, but then again everybody is weird in some way. Now as for my youtube family, they are always there for me, understanding (in general and of my shy nature), considerate, loving, caring, smart and are worth a damn side lot more to me than my actual mother," I hide my mouth behind my hand. "Who I actually fucking hate and has been granted a death wish from yours truly… Now, I have been uselessly flailing my arms around and rambling for 2 and half minutes… Let's skip to what this video was actually supposed to be about! I've decided… I've decided to u-upload videos twice every week and if I don't you get to verbally abuse me on twitter on a Sunday! I don't even care at this point! I'll probably have this video up by Tuesday, two days before my stupid freaking birthday where life demanded I can't be 25 anymore! Which brings me to the topic. Which game do you want to see me play on the challenge games next? Your choices are Skyrim or Bayonetta 2. Or a classic game of your choosing. Because I will do anything I can to get a hold of the game you want to see me play! I will do it for you! And which songs do you want me to cover? Obviously, considering I have to listen to it, try and choose songs that I can withstand… Say anime openings, pop-punk or rock or comedy or even punk-rock… A wide range of topic I know. But cut me some goddamn slack, I just don't wanna go deaf before I really have to, ya know." I smile at my joke/ honest statement. "So, here brings the end of the video… What is my outro again? …Oh, yeah, right. See you guys, soon. I hope you enjoyed this vlog, like if you wanna see more. Comment what you wanna see in the future. Aishiteru wa and Sayōnara. Bye!" I wave at the camera for a bit before leaning forward and turning it off. I slouch and rest my back on to the black sofa and breathed out.

'I can't give in, not right now. Violet, don't cry here! Don't cry now!' I screamed in my head and for one my tear ducts agreed with me. Out of nowhere, I feel arms wrap around my shoulders. I look and the limbs are pretty muscular.

"Yo, Mark." I greet without looking behind.

"Don't 'Yo, Mark' me, you were on the verge of tears and breaking down again!" He sounded pissed.

"Well, I'm sorry. I just hate pitying myself and that's what I've just done. And I recorded it too. Wait, what do you mean by 'again'?" I asked.

"Do you think Dan and Barry keep the situations where you cry in front of them to themselves?"

"Somehow, I knew they wouldn't but it would be nice if they didn't, ya know."

Mark moved around the couch and sat next to me, re-wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He pulled me closer towards him so that my head landed in his chest.

"It didn't feel right to just sit in there and pretend like the things that you said didn't bother me." He said resting a pointy-assed chin on the top of my skull. I was too embarrassed, because of where I was, to complain about the pain on my head. "Just know I'm always here if you want to talk about something that's bothering you, no matter how embarrassing it may seem. I'm here."

"You know, everyone's said that to me at some point." I reply bluntly, my tone of voice not agreeing with the furious crimson blush across my nose and cheeks. I couldn't stay there any longer, it'll end up becoming an event that happened in my (possibly love-) life instead of a snippet of comfort from a friend.

"Well." It sounded a bit rough considering I was getting up from a slouched-over sitting position. "Mine friends have some steam train to do. So we'd better not keep them waiting, eh?"

As a response, he just grunts while nodding even though he looked a little disappointed. 'Wait! Why was he disappointed? Mark, your immediately classed as creepy and to be avoided. I'm no longer comfortable around you.'

"Wade and Jack said that they'd like to speak with you sometime. They know that you only have good intentions because they've listened to you. Jack said he wanted to speak to you later on, when you get home."

I replied without even turning my head, I just stood with the black canon camera in one hand and the little tripod in the other, my head facing the floor. "You'll have to send me his skype name then."

I smirk to myself before receiving a "Will do" from the Asian looking male before leaving the room.

"B, Ross. The recording room's good to go." I sigh before bouncing onto my office chair and feeling slightly lonely without Kevin at his desk, next to mine. I shove my hand under my cheek and lean my elbow on the table and do the same thing with the other side. I hadn't said a word to Barry all day, aside from hello. 'Maybe I should get everybody to come out with me to Starbucks and we could just talk. Even though, I'll have to ask Arin whether it's okay to skip work and if he's okay with it we'll have to wait for Mark because I'd feel really bad for leaving him out like that. Ask Arin, but only if he starts talking to you, don't mention it otherwise.' I curled up in my chair eventually, nailing the thought into my head.

Tap-tap. I look up, a bit too fast for my brains liking, to see Arin behind me, a hand firmly but gently placed on my shoulder. I give him a small smile, anticipating for him to begin a conversation.

"Hey, bro. You okay?" I ask.

"The real question is: Are you? Because it's certainly not like you to smile like that, never mind the lack of you yabbering on about something and annoying the life out of us in the process."

My face goes dead pan as my legs come from their crouched position and my feet almost (yes I'm that small, deal with it) touch the floor. "Well, you're just kind, I won't speak again and you'll ironically be forced to call me Mori-senpai."

He just shakes his head. "But seriously."

"I'm fine, man!" I bite. "I'm okay, relax okay?"

"Umm… What happened to your nose? It's halfway across your face."

"Oh…" I start patting my face, jokingly. "Oooh, my god! Hoooly shit! Where is it? OOOh, jeez." I, quote on quote, 'find' my nose and do the 'I've got'cha nose!' trick, where you nip your thumb in between your two fingers that are closest to it, all the while triumphantly screaming: "HA-HA! I HAVE DONE IT! I HAVE GOT MY NOSE!" I make a popping sound while 'stealing' Arin's nose as well. "I HAVE YOUR NOSE, TOO. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF MY NOSE STEALING EMPIRE! OH, YES! I CAN SEE IT, STOLEN NOSES IN GLASS CASES… A NEW TOWN CALLED NOSE…BRIDGE…I…A… I SHALL NAME IT NOSEBRIDGIA AND RULE OVER IT WITH AN IRON… NOSE!" I realise I'm still chuntering on about bullshit. "AND I said all of that out loud… Didn't I… Arin?"

I look over at Arin who had his head in his hands. Me, on the other hand, I was cackling like a maniac!

"In all seriousness, though. What happened?!" Arin finally asks.

"Well, let's just say: I was thinking to myself, eventually got lost in my thoughts, so much so that I walked into my places door." I say raising a finger (specifically the one next to my thumb) in defence. Arin simply shook his head at me before patting me on the shoulder.

"You've gotta be more careful, V."

"Whatever you say, pops." I joke and he lets out a small chuckle.

"You were sayin' about your little brother."

"Yeah, for what I've seen, he's adorable." I smirk. "Even though he only saw me for 1 minute max last night, he kinda shied away." Arin nods.

"I'd like to meet him sometime." I nod back. I really shouldn't have done that. I felt liquid trickle down on to my top lip. The man's eyes widened soon before he grabbed my shoulders.

"Are you alright?! Your nose… it's bleeding! L…L…Lemme get you some tissue!" With that. Arin released my shoulders and sprinted towards the kitchenette in the Grump Space on the hunt for some tissue or napkins or… or something he could use. I cupped my hand and placed it just below my chin so I could catch the blood. "Yo!" He calls, startling me a little. "Will kitchen towel be okay?!"

I, slowly (very, very damn slowly), nod in a reply before Arin darts back over to me with the whole roll. A smile appears on my face, expressing my gratitude.

While I put a hand under my nose, blocking the crimson fountain, I clean my face of any dripping blood that could go on my white vest top or black and red flannel shirt or my faded blue denim jeans. As I actually cover my nose with a couple of sheets of the kitchen towel and breathe through my mouth, Arin begins to talk to me.

"Why'd you only see your brother for such a small period of time?"

I take a deep breath before answering. "Well, that's because Rose and Ash got back at a little time I like to call 'stupid 'o' clock', I was getting tired but took D and B's dinner up to them."

"You make them dinner?"

"Well, nah." I begin with sarcasm. "I can't leave them to eat the same three things, now, can I? If I were like that, my dad would have never eaten, plus I'm not that selfish. I may just start eating a little more because, for as long as I live there, I'll make them dinner every damn night. The boys don't have to do any more than what they already are, which is keeping me company, listening to me when I need someone talk to me and enabling me to feel a little safer."

"That's awesome."

"Say, Arin. How much do you know to cook?" I ask.

"Like 1 thing…"

"Right, your havin' dinner with us tonight. You've got no choice. At this rate, I might as well invite Mark too. 'Cuz I'm worried about all of you."

"O-kay."

"Come on! You might as well! It'll be fun! Loads of us crowding around my titchy dining room table or living room, depending on which room you guys wanna sit in and it'll be lots of fun!"

"Yeah, now that I think about it, it'd be cool!"

"I know, right?" I giggle.

"How did your nose bleed start… exactly?"

"Weeeell, it kinda was because after watching a whole lotta yaoi on my computer, moving your already pounding head is a little bit bad."

"What!? I thought you said you were doing your work." He said not realising what I said I was watching.

"I-I meant yuri! Yuri, I say!" I continue to fool around.

"Wait, you were watching anime p-?"

"BRENDON Urie, is what I meant! I was watching Panic! At The Disco videos, I've already done most of my editing, relax." I coax, realising he was gonna send me 6-foot-under if my lies were true.

His shoulders dropped from their hunched position.

"Hey, Arin."

"Yeah?"

"How about we go be basic bitches when everyone's done with their recording sessions?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"How about we go to Starbucks before we head off to mine, B and D's place?"

"Yeah, I could do with some coffee and an early meal, that'd be nice."

~~~~~~TIME SKIP (OF AWESOMENESS! WOOOOO!)~~~~~~

I had already finished my days' worth of editing as Mark wandered out of the recording room and grabbed his coat.

"Hey, Markie! I thought it'd be cool if we all went out to Starbucks and then you and Arin come round to my place for dinner, because this way, we could all meet my lil' brother at the same time."

"Sure…"

"Okay!" I say, excited that we were going to Starbucks. I grab my heeled builder-like boots from under my desk, shove them on and then go into my concentrating face, which included the awkward tongue-sticking-out-from-the-corner-of-my-mouth thing, the whole shabam.

Barry shook his head as Arin spoke. "She didn't give me much choice in the matter either, you know."

"How much choice did you get?" Mark asked.

"No choice, whatsoever. But, fuck it, I'm getting a free meal which requires nothing more than going to Violet's place."

"True, true." The half Asian responds.

"What about me?!" Ross asks, my face goes from excited to Ross-you've-gotta-be-kidding-me deadpan.

I look down, pinch the bridge of my nose, lightly since it hurt, while sighing. "You have a wife who can cook for you, I'm sure if you just asked her. I'm dragging you all out for coffee, regardless. But like I say, you have a wife who won't be absent from your life for a whole week; and I'm sure your smart enough to cook for yourself."

"But-?"

"Say no more, as long as you invite Holly over for dinner you can come too." I shove a hand near to his face, making sure he didn't get up close and personal. Walking to the coat rack, I fix the bow, which was made by me with some excess materiel from my flannel shirt as it was a bit long, wrapped around my ponytail by tugging on the edges. Ross thanks me. "No problem, dude." I chime in. 'I guess… That's what you're supposed to say, right?'

Why does the coat rack have to be fitted into the wall to make it comfortable for taller people; even in my heels, do I have to get on my tiptoes and jump. And to my expense, the guys laugh every single goddamn time. One day I was going to lose it, but today I felt like keeping my composure.

Eventually, I pull my grey-green coat off of the peg, which I seemed to have claimed, and put it on. The hood goes over my face almost completely, so I get a mouth full of fake fur.

"I swear to god; this coat." I mutter while pushing the hoodie out of my eye line.

"You seem… excited."

"I'm a very excitable person, ya know, B." I smile. "I thought it was obvious, you bloody wazzock."

"Come again?" Barry asked.

"You're a pillock!" I knew where this was going; and I hated it.

"Huh?"

"You're a git!" 'Fuck my life, just-just… Goddamnit.' Put it this way, you know your fucked when you're stuttering and struggling to get words out when you're thinking; a total cock up, indeed.

This time, he raises an eyebrow. "Say what now?"

"Guh, you're an asshole." I drop my shoulders and sigh. 'Damn nationality dialect barrier.'

Arin patted my head on his way past, it was like hammering a nail into a hole; meaning the force behind it was great. My head was pushed down every time his hand came into contact with it. He gave me an affectionate smile, showing he didn't mean for his previous gesture to be rude.

I gave him a non-threatening smile in return before grabbing my bag, which I'd forgotten to pick up before leaving my desk. I double checked to see whether I'd put my iPad and headphones in it.

"You ready to go?" Mark asked me, to which I just nodded slowly.

"You okay?"

"Ross, please don't make me lose my shit over you trying to be caring, luv. I understand your trying to look after me and make sure I'm alright, but there is a point to which I will go ape shit." I say as they walk outside.

"Yeah, it's just 'cuz you don't seem like yourself today."

"When am I ever myself." I mutter. "When do I get the chance to be myself?" I mutter again.

"So," Arin said while locking the door. "Which Starbucks you wanna go to, huh?"

"Well, you guys know the area better than me, clearly, sooo… you decide amongst yourselves. I'm not picky, trust me."

"You seriously didn't think about this beforehand?" Barry sighed.

I look to the side with a flat face. "Oh, do I sense a rambling lecture?" I turn to face him. "Go ahead, ramble about how unorganised I am."

"What?"

"I…thought you were going to ramble about…how unorganised I…am."

"Why would I do that, exactly?" Barry asked as Mark chuckled.

"Because you have a very short temper, and you exclusively take it out on me…a lot of the time."

"No I don't!"

"Umm, yeah ya do."

"I DO NOT."

"Stop arguing the toss and admit it already."

"What do you mean arguing the toss? You started it with your assumptions."

"And I'll end it with the fact that your temper is short. I'm right, thank you very much." I get on the tip of my toes, latch on to Barry's ear, leading him towards his car. "See you there, boys!" I call, cheerfully and adorably.

I heard the laughter and quick chatter of the three men, over Barry's whining and complaining. Arin called over to us, telling us which coffee shop we were going to.

"D'ya hear that Barry?" I tease.

"No. I can't hear anything when you've got a hold of my goddamn ear." He sounded frustrated.

I smirk and speak with a breathe-y laugh in my tone. "Good."

"Can you, like, let it go…? Oh n-" He made a terrible mistake.

"LET IT GO! LET IT GO! CAN'T HOLD ME BACK ANYMORE! LET IT GO, LET IT GO! SLAM YOUR FACE INTO THE DOOR!"

"Why'd I say that?" Barry asks himself mournfully. "Wait, w-"

Smack. Sha-bam!

I directed his cheek into the passenger seat door before letting go of his ear, yanking him backwards and stepping inside. Before I shut the door, I heard Ross and Mark make the 'Ooooh' sound, you do while feeling sorry for someone, and heartily laugh to myself.

"What'd you do that for?" Barry asked, his tone high pitched.

"'Cuz I felt like it." My reply was pretty quiet.

"You can't feel like damaging someone's face."

"B, you'd be surprised at what I feel like doing if that's how you think I am."

"Huh?"

"You'd be surprised." I repeat, this time a bit quieter.

He began driving and eventually turned the radio on. "-could find you now things would get better. We could leave this town and run forever. Let your waves crash down on me and take me away!"

"Ah, Yellowcard." I say in recognition of the song 'Ocean Avenue' while putting my feet up on the dashboard and my hands behind my head.

Silence… Goddamnit.

"What were you wanting for dinner tonight?" I ask making conversation as Ryan Key bellowed on about remembering the look in someone's eyes in the background.

"I don't know." Barry lazily replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Something edible."

I give him a displeased look. "Specify."

"I don't know."

After a moment of silence. "I see how it is… I've put you in a mood. Haven't I?" He continues his silence. I fail to await his answer. "Look, Barry. I'm sorry and you can literally ask anything of me and I'll do it. Anything, and I mean it okay. I should stop doing shit that only my dad and I saw as fun. Not when I know other people can't take and/or suck up the pain that comes with my kind of fun."

"You're incredible… to suck up pain like that. And then to call it fun."

"Oh, shush you. Are you fine to have a bruise on your face or d'ya want me to cover it up with foundation?" I release a smile.

"Nah-nah-nah. I'll do fine without that shit. But is that seriously how you and your dad used to act around each other?"

"Why do you think my nose is fragile, it used to get broken every 3 months or so."

"Wow."

"Our play fights were very-very fuckin' violent… You know that play fight we had, when you made my nose bleed."

He smiled at the thought of it. "Yeah, what about it?"

"It reminded me of the play fights my dad and I had. That's the real reason I thanked you; for bringing back some good times that I can't have with Marcel anymore…" My face kinda went red. "I really enjoyed it, if I'm honest. It was fun."

"S-so did I."

I had to change the subject.

"You know that ukulele you've got."

"Yeah."

"I could teach you how to play it a bit better if you want."

"Are you a master mind at ukulele too, or something?"

"My dad said I had to go up the ranks if I wanted to 'twat around' with music my whole life… In which resulted in me getting a ukulele and black mailing my music teacher Mr Miller."

"You black mailed your teacher?"

"He grew to love me." I tease. "I had that effect on people. But, I guess I black mailed my French and Spanish teacher too. To say I was proud of myself was…a bit of an understatement really, I was over the moon. But after I met you guys all of my black mailing skills went out of the window." Shrugging my shoulders, I almost hit Barry in the face with the velocity I raised my bent, upper arms.

"How?"

"You guys are too nice, understanding and all that jazz, to black mail. I'd actually feel bad for doing it to you guys… Maybe I could blackmail Rose, I see that as fun."

"Are you fucking serious."

"It's hilarious."

"That's not funny."

"Yes it is." I say pulling on his cheek, the many gold and silver rings on my fingers clacking together.

"Can you, like, get off?"

"No." I say in baby-talk. "Of course I can't."

"Oh, shut up." Barry replies with a smile.

His smile got me right there—[Insert pointing at my heart here]—and I wasn't quite sure why, so I let go of his cheek and returned to my perch. Putting my feet back on the dash board and my arms behind my head, I smiled too. Like I've said, I had no idea why I did it. I guess seeing someone else smile was just something that I had to smile back at.

"You know,"

"What?"

"You've gotta stop acting like a dog."

"Huh? That's uncalled for!"

"Well, you're a bitch and you're always humping my third leg."

"…" Barry turned his head to look at me with a half-smile. "What did you just say?"

"That you're a bitch and your alw-" I begin to repeat myself but I am cut off.

"I know what you said but… you're not a dude."

"No way, genius." I mock, sarcastically.

"But the third leg… thing."

"It's a joke, so suck on deez nutz! Ha! Got eem!"

"You're so childish!" He giggled adorably.

"I know."

"We're gonna have to walk a little bit, due to their being no room to park, do you mind?" Barry asks, with pure sincerity glimmering in his eyes.

"I don't mind, B." I smile. "A bit of exercise means the world to me."

With that, he parked at the side of the road and we began walking.

"Violet,"

"Yeah, Barry, lad?" I ask. "Jesus, I sound like my grandma."

"Why is your name in Kanji on every social media site that you have?" He asks after a stifled laugh. I look over to see a massive grin on his face, which was almost covered by his beige, black and light brown stripped scarf. Barry had is bear-like hairy-ish hands stuffed in the pockets of his black, buttoned up pea-coat. I couldn't help but think 'Man, this dude has style' while looking down at his swanky assed leather loafers, piecing the whole of his outfit together before answering his question.

"Well, I speak, read, write and can understand Japanese almost perfectly and Kanji is a pretty form of writing." I answer, smiling. I'd always been very happy to rub it in someone else's face that my knowledge of the Japanese language was insanely good, friend or foe. '紫 武楽餓' was that username/ nickname. It says 'Violet Blackwell'; but each section of Kanji describes me. "'紫'(pronounced 'murasaki') means 'purple' and is my first name in Kanji. '武' (Pronounced 'bu') means 'warrior', 'military', 'chivalry' and/or 'arms' ( 'arms' as in weapons/ fire arms), the first syllable in the Japanese equivalent of my surname. '楽' (pronounced 'raku') means 'music, 'comfort' and/or 'ease', the second syllable to my surname in its Japanese form. And finally '餓' (pronounced 'ueru') means 'starve', hungry' and/or thirst, the final syllable to the Japanese equivalent of my surname." I calmly and happily explain.

"What about your middle names?" He asks.

"I didn't bother to look into them as I realise my name, or rather, the Japanese equivalent, describes me all too well, as it is. As you probably know my favourite colour is purple,"

"I do, yes."

"And 'murasaki' means purple. 'Bu' means all those words about war, and look at who my dad was and the occupation that he had, not to mention that I like a good brawl, both in and out of the world of 'Smash Bros.'" I continued to explain after I let Barry chuckle at the 'Smash Bros.' joke. "When putting all the words that 'raku' means together you come out with the phrase 'is comforted and put to ease by music' in which I am. And finally there is 'ueru'; when you put all of those words together it means 'to starve or deprive one's self of food and water.' And you know I'm not much of a big eater. But I do find it compulsory to drink water, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper and every other consumable-without-getting-sick liquid out there. But alcohol is not to be consumed all the time, clearly. You saw what happened to me."

"I did, indeed." He patted me on the head, empathetically.

"What is with you guys and doing that?" I suddenly ask.

"Doing what?"

"Patting me on the head like that,"

"Do you find it annoying? Do you want us to stop doing it?"

My cheeks went a red-ish colour. "N-no. I-if I didn't like it, I would have said before, when Arin did it. I-I just wanted to know why you guys do it,"

"It's pretty easy to because of how sh-small you are. Isn't it the type of affection you're used too?"

"Well, you know how me and mah da' used to muck around soo, not really. The affection I'm used to, is being leaned on and shit, but my back, on the other hand, hates it when someone leans on me because it decides to do this freaky cracking sound that freaks me the fuck out and you know how much I don't mind that sound, when it's to more of a minority."

"Yeah. And plus, I know your gonna hate me for saying this but, you're-you're adorable."

Aren't I fortunate enough to have passed a trash can at that exact moment? "Get in the bin." I say bluntly. A smirk appears on my lips. "I didn't realise you moved house, Barry!" I announced quietly, so that only a few strangers heard me, while pointing to the next bin up ahead.

Smack.

A massive smirk graced his lips.

"'Ey," I began sharply. "There was no need to twat me on the head. I was only joking you know." My words softened as I rubbed the back of my sore skull, pouting my way through the pain. He bumped me to the side with his hip, all of the sass intended, then I saw the crowd of people in front of us. Its mass was equal to one at a big-brand-sponsored music festival. This made me waddle back to his side, without hesitation.

'I am so not ready for this.' I sighed. So I didn't lose Barry in the crowd, I looked up at him the while we approached. The look in my eyes, which was 100% fear, made him open his mouth as if he were to say anything thing, but shut his yapper before anything spilled out of it.

What really probably weirded him out was that, as we got closer towards it, the fear in my eyes intensified by 350% and I grabbed on to the bottom of his coat, like a scared child.

That's what it probably looked like to some really dumb strangers.

Barry blinked, in disbelief, before hooking his arm around the back of my neck and squeezing my shoulder continuously, until we reached the other side.

It was like a sea of people that I was going to drown alone in. I even held my breath.

Immediately after we came out of the crowd, Barry walked us to the side of the path.

He bent down to meet my eye line. "W-were you alright just there. You saw the crowd and went pale. You looked really terrified. What happened?"

"I-I-I-I-I'll t-tell you later, alright." I stutter out before mentally slapping myself for doing exactly that.

We didn't realise that we were just by the coffee shop until were heard a familiar voice. "Barry, Violet. We were just gonna go in the café and wait for you 'cuz you took so damn lo-huh? You okay?"

Did… Did Ross just see that, just now? Oh, dear god, no…

"Y-yeah, I am yes." I straightened up before mentally kicking myself for stuttering again.

"Are you sure, you just went pale and grabbed my coat. That is not normal for you." Barry stated. 'No shit. Where is a knife when you need one? Barry, you annoying bastard. Ross, don't you start either. You'll get a good kick in the teeth if you don't watch out.'

"I'm fine, o-okay." With that, I smiled and waved at Mark and Arin, walking past both Ross and Barry. It's like the saying 'Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions' only I'm a girl and they are men, not explosions. So really, it's 'Cool Gal's Don't Look At Their Friends, Who Are Guys, That Worry About Her'… No, it doesn't really work, does it?

"You guys took your time." Mark smiled back as he spoke.

"Oh, shush, you." I giggle.

"Yes, ma'am." He replies.

"Hurry up, you two!" Arin calls to the other two men who are catching up to us. He looks down at me and smiles. We go inside of the building and get a table by the window at the front of the shop. Mark and Arin take a seat and expect me to do the same, but I stare out of the window; watching Barry and Ross pass and eventually go out of sight and reappear in the doorway. I wave over to them before getting my note pad and pencil out from my bag.

The bearded one and the Australian reached the table and sat down. The guys left an awkward section of space, presumably for me, by the window. The perfect gazing out on and monologuing view for a women such as me.

"Aren't you gonna sit down, Lil?" Arin asks.

"Yeah, after I get your drinks."

"Oh, yeah." Arin said, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, Mark, Ross and Barry do the same.

I put my hand out. "No, it's on the house. What do you each want?" I ask them.

"Are you sure, Veronica?" Ross asks, using the middle name that he was allowed, being polite as he tries not to piss me off.

"If I weren't sure, I wouldn't be askin'. Now, what you havin'."

"Umm…" Ross starts and I lean down, pressing my hands on the table. "How about the… Vanilla Latte."

"Okay. 1 Vanilla… Latte." I repeat, noting it down. "You decided, Mark?"

"Umm… an Espresso, please."

"Okay." I note that down as well. "Arin?"

"Caramel Ribbon Crunch, Blended Coffee."

"You made up your mind quick."

"Hey, I know what I want." With that I noted it down.

"Barry?"

"Uur… Green Tea Latte."

"Okay…" I jotted that down. "And… an Earl Grey." I look up and grab my canvas bag from my shoulder and throw it over to Mark after I take my purse out of it. "Look after it, will ya." The half Asian nodded, I turned and walked away immediately after.

~~~~~~Ross' POV~~~~~~

I look over to Violet, who was standing in the line, waiting to be served. After looking a little bit closer, I observed something slightly unusual for a woman of her age.

"Her hand's shaking, ya know." I point out.

"Is she scared, or something?" Arin questions. "Why would she put herself through shit like that if she's terrified? She has always said that her people skills aren't very good, man."

"You know how socially awkward she is. I think she might be Bipolar." I state. "I was talking to Barry about it before we even got in here."

"If I'm honest, Ross, I think you might be right." Mark nodded, agreeing with me. "She'll never admit to it, though."

"One phrase to describe Violet: A tsundere in the early stages." Arin said and we all nodded and hummed our agreeing responses, trying to keep our voices down.

"Yeah, that's true." Barry sighed. "I called her adorable, just before, and she told me to 'get in the bin' as we passed a trash can. And when we reached another one she was all like, 'I didn't realised you moved house, Barry!'" Barry stated flailing his flat hands around. "I did smack her on the back of the head though, so, it's not like I did nothing back."

"Be careful with her, man!" Arin stated.

"I didn't hit her that hard! Yeah, she said it hurt but, it wasn't that bad."

"Be a little more gentle with her is all I ask of you, okay?"

"Sure… But what I don't understand is why she hung on to my coat when we went through that mediocre sized crowd of people… She looked so frightened too." Barry said, sighing.

"She is-"

"Weird." They all finished a sentence that I started.

"I was gonna say 'a bit of a strange character' but that works too, I guess." I say. "Oh, yeah. Also, Violet is one heck of a sadist."

"It takes one to know one." Arin muttered.

"I'll text Holly to meet us here. We don't live very far away, so she'll get here soon." I do exactly as I tell them, when I was telling them.

"Oh, she's being served!" Mark points to the counter, and his voice emphasised his joy.

"Where?" Arin asks after letting his eyes wander out of the window and losing sight of the short weird female.

"Over the- Oh, come on, someone just walked behind her. Damn it."

Ten minutes pass and there was no sign of her. 5 minutes of further worry and she eventually emerged from out of the crowd, frowning, yet there was confidence in her stride and the cardboard cup-holding tray in her right hand, suspended in the air by her bent arm. The heels of her boots clicked as she approached our table. There were many guys that were checking her out, and for a split second, I look over to the other side of the table to see an unamused Barry.

Her face was flat and emotionless as she put the tray of drinks down.

"Do you want me to move along, Violet?" I ask but she shakes her head in response.

~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~

I proceeded to look to the left and right of me. "You're just so lucky I'm small… Crap, I just called myself small." After face-palming in realisation, I elicited a low chuckle and smile from Arin and Mark, while Barry and Ross just smile in appreciation.

The only way to get to that spot was to crawl under the table. Yeah, this plan is at the level of mastery.

Before I kneeled down, the last expressions I saw on each guys face was utter confusion. I got on my hands and knees and began to crawl to where I was seated. I was used to doing this; at cadets, there were bits in the obstacle courses and challenges that were specifically for me, because I was faithful and classed as more-abled.

I ended up having to slink around the single, chunky, silver table leg on the middle left of the table. Of course, none of this would be worth it without a little fuck up, now, would it?

I misjudged how far I was to being out from underneath the dark wood table and proceeded to rise my head at a very fast pace.

"FUCK!" I bellowed. All of the sound that previously filled the café disappeared. 'Shit' was all I can remember thinking. I could only imagine the guys' faces as seeming horrified, embarrassed and all the rest of it. The swanky shoes that Barry wore took a swing at me and kicked me in the tits. "I-I meant 'fudge'… I'd-erm-really like…some fudge…hehe…get on that…Barry." I knew saying that wasn't going to make this situation any better so I left it at that. My cheeks were practically ablaze with embarrassment, but boy was that guy gonna pay. It was bad enough that he smacked me upside the head, for jokingly talking trash (Hehe, get it?!) about him; now he's kicking me in the chest with no good reason for it. Now that I thought about it, they all were. After all, I heard them talking some baloney just before about how I was 'bipolar'. Yeah, I heard 'em.

I stayed under the table until things started to liven up a little bit and my hands began to hurt too. It seemed like I'd stayed under there for hours, my cheeks burning brighter than a tomato and my heart racing faster than 1000 miles per hour.

I slowly emerged, rearing my ugly assed head, from under the table, feeling 4 pairs of male eyes burning and engraving their harsh stares into my back. I sighed and faced this fuck up exactly the opposite of head on.

Feeling their stares from mere centimetres away, I sat on my seat, face like a tomato, and nipped the bridge of my nose with my right thumb and index finger, propping my hand and head up with my elbow.

After blinking a couple of times and clearing my throat, it was time to start. "I'm…s-sorry about that," My voice was low and extremely deep and raspy, from what they usually heard; when I spoke like this, my dad described it as surprisingly unsettling as I'm sure each male, who was presented with this, would be able to agree. This was my meaning-business tone of voice. "I misjudged the-um-length I had to go before reaching the destination of my spot. I've never been this clumsy before and I'd like to apologise. I-I-" I breathed out before continuing. "I am more than a little annoyed with myself, and would like to nut my head off of this, here, table several times but will halt from doing so to preserve both your dignity and mine." I once again cleared my throat and braced myself for fallout.

Slowly, I rose my head, trying to stay placid. I blinked, doing a double take, as I noticed Mark was staring at me, in awe of my statement. I searched around me, using only my eyes, to find that so did the 3 idiots circus. Swallowing and blinking again, I waited for some kind of response, that wasn't gorping at me uselessly. 'I haven't broken them, have I? Dear god… Note-to-self: Do not use that tone of voice around these guys. They stop working.' I thought, cocking an eyebrow. Bringing a loose fist up to my mouth and coughing into it, didn't bring them to their senses, still. 'You've gotta be kidding me.'

I was beginning to have an internal panic attack but covered my tracks by gazing out of the window. It got to the point where my eye started twitching in annoyance. They'd never been this silent for this long, ever.

"Did I push your brains to the limit, neh?" I ask. "I can virtually here the cogs turning in your heads, man." Their little faces made me smirk. "Oi, dipshits. You've went brain dead, ain't ya? Snap out of it, damn it. Do you want me to go Super Saiyan, 'cuz I will." My final attempt, before giving them each a swift kick to the nuts, went as follows: "Your coffee's gonna get cold." Their heads seemed to float back into reality, one man at a time; Ross, then Arin, then Mark and eventually Barry. "You should be able to grab your drink, according to the things written on them." I grab my Earl Grey, in which I had just written my name on. "There is 'The Bearded One', 'Le Asian', 'Chinnigan' and 'Retarded Australian'. Take your pick." Of course, these names were written to offend or at least have an eyebrow raised, because I don't take being called 'bipolar' lightly.

They all chose their designated cups and I continued to gaze out of the window. I blew on to my drink while sitting back and relaxing in my seat.

"Hey, that's mean." Ross stated in a higher pitch.

I reply without turning to them. "I have every right to be mean…"

"Eh?"

"After all, you did call me bipolar, without any good reason." I slowly smirk as I hear Barry choke on his coffee and splutter in distress. "Yes, I heard you. I suggest you each keep your mouth shut. I am not tsundere, I am certainly weird, but I am not bipolar. Oh, yes, and while I'm at it, is there any specific reason for anyone to be more careful with me, hmm, Arin?" I knew this was pure torture for them, as they were unable to deny any of this. No reply came. "I am not at all fragile. I could be hit by a car, get up and walk away like nothing happened and you damn well now that, son. And there must be something on your mind, no? Why I did 'that' to myself if I seemed so terrified? That's simple. I felt like I had to, and once I get my mind set on something, on a goal, I have to do myself justice. I have to do it." I clear my throat. "My dignity would shatter if I let my friends do everything for me. Keeping my dignity intact is my top priority."

Keeping my attention to the traffic outside, I lean forward, put my cup down, intertwine my fingers and listen to them crack; a sudden joy coming from the reaction I got from Mark: a shiver went down his spine.

Eventually, my rage lowered into my soul and vanished from visual perception.

"There isn't enough caffeine in this tea, my god." Kramer whined.

"Well." I say sitting up once again, but this time reaching into my bag which I'd gotten back from Mark, as soon as the silence started. "I have just the stuff." I carried a small tub of my powdered caffeine in my bag, along with a small pack of plastic spoons. Putting them down on the table, the guys peered at the tub and raised an eyebrow.

'…What are they doing that for? It's only… Oh, they think it's-!' "I swear to god it is not cocaine. It is not coke." I say, sharply.

"What is it then?" Arin asks, in a confused tone.

"Powdered caffeine."

"Why do you carry it around like that then?"

"Does this face look like it can live without caffeine while gazing into a computer screen most of the day and being a nerd most of the time I'm not at work and then not sleep until stupid 'o' clock."

"Point taken."

"But, B, have as much as you like."

"Thanks. If I'm honest, I didn't think you'd be able to help me on this one." Barry smiles, getting one of the spoons and scooping some of the powder into his tea.

"For every problem, there is, was or will be a solution."

"You know," Ross starts, "That kinda looks like the powdered sugar that you get on marshmallow peeps."

"Yeah, it does!" Arin grins, with a childish chuckle.

The mention of marshmallow peeps made me immediately think of Bo Burnham's 'Rehab Centre for Fictional Characters'. I had a small argument with myself in my head on the topic on whether to sing some of it or not. It was too good to resist it.

"I'm the Easter bunny, hey, I'm back. Used to be funny, now I'm hooked on crack. Heaps of heroin ain't no joke. Marshmallow peeps covered in coke-coke-coke-coke-coke-coke-coke-coooooke. Ahh, coke! Drugs for life, that's my plan, but now I have no attention spa-eeee..." I went all out, with the voice and all. Arin blinked at me a couple of times, probably trying to process what I'd just sung. The other three did the same thing.

"Did you just quote…?" Arin asked.

"Bo Burnham? Yeah, I did. Bo is one of my favourite comedians. And that's the first thing I think of when marshmallow peeps get mentioned."

"Have you ever heard the song where he makes something out of peoples opinions?" Arin asks with mild excitement in his tone.

"No, I haven't but I'll be sure to check it out later on, okay." Arin nods in response and the guys continue to have a conversation while I absent-mindedly take a sip of my still-really-damn-hot drink. I begin coughing and spluttering as I set down the cup, in panic. "Oh fuck." I choke out amongst other curse words.

"Violet, are you alright?" Arin asks, rubbing my back as I splutter some more.

"Yeah… If you count drinking insanely hot tea and then burning your throat as 'alright', then I am." I joke.

"So much sass." Barry adds, his eyes screaming concern. "There isn't enough room for you sass I here you know, V."

"Oh, shut up." I say, my voice still hoarse from my 2nd small fuck up.

The guys continued to talk while I kept my attention out of the window. Eventually, I burst out laughing, covering my mouth as some tea shoots out from between my lips.

"Violet, what's up?!" Arin asks. I was laughing uncontrollably.

"S-someone w-was on their-their bike and-and I just watched them get hit by a taxi!" I exploded and continued to laugh.

"Sadist." Ross mutters under his breath as the others look terrified of me and shocked at what happened. A crowd began to form outside.

"It takes one to know one, Ross." Mark mutters.

"I'm experiencing some serious de-ja-moo right now." I giggle.

"Huh?" Ross asks as Arin smirks a little bit.

"De-ja-moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before." I explain. "~May-day, I'm in trouble, send somebody on the double. ~" I sing at a low volume, mocking the dude that was previously on the bike outside.

Now, this couldn't have gotten any worse/better (depending how you find this) as I listened to the song on the radio: 'The Day I Died' By Just Jack. As I realised the infamous line was sung. "I guess I never saw that taxi." That was me dead.

My laughter was uncontrollable. Barry and Ross were giggling like idiots, Arin and Mark hadn't heard the song. I had put my drink down on the table, leaned back in the sofa chair, covered my eyes with my arm, all while laughing loudly and manically.

Eventually, Mark and Arin clicked on as I tried to frantically explain it to them with the help of my other 2 male colleagues. At this moment of time, I gradually began slipping of the brown leather café couch, which Ross, Arin and I were sharing, as my long haired friend tugged on my arm, trying to keep me seated. His plan to keep me off of the ground took a quick nose dive as I made a beeline for the floor. I landed with a not-so-great thud on the laminate flooring but didn't mind it since my number one priority was to figure out why this was so funny. Like, what was I trying to achieve with my sadism?

It got to the point of my helpless snorting. I tried and tried to stop but just couldn't. Arin was tugging at my shoulder, still trying to get me up from the cold floor.

This laughter eventually stopped even though a smirk was plastered on my face. Looking up for a second, I see that same shit-eating grin on the surrounding peoples' faces too.

I made sure to get take-out cups so we could go back to both B's and my apartments, before finishing, if we got bored of sitting around. That, we did. We managed to stay put until Holly's friend Jessica dropped her off, outside the shop. Each of us exchanged friendly words of greeting with Conrad.

The others agreed to meet 'Sir Barold' and me in the lobby of the complex.

I hopped into the passenger seat, without a single word between us. Barry cranked the car, and we were off, as I awkwardly scratched my cheek bone. My reason for doing this could only be told sarcastically, but I shouldn't have to say as you should just know. (For all the slow people out there: I did it because my cheek was itchy.)

"Hey,-urm-Violet?" His voice's volume was weirdly almost mute. I hum in response; meanwhile sitting with my feet up on the seat, checking my nails for dirt and, in this situation, I was grateful for the amount of dirt today. "So…erm…" He continues awkwardly. "I was thinking…no…like…I was wondering what happened back there?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice now very hoarse after the tea accident and laughing so hard that I was coughing, spluttering and snorting.

"Like, before we got into the shop?"

"Ooh, yeah…" I croak out, looking out of the window; before sighing and shutting my eyes preparing myself for how much more I was going to open up to him.

I'd never opened up to my dad about this either, he just brushed it off and thought that I didn't like going out much. And as much as I respect that, it would have been nice for him to ask.

"So…" I begin, in a harsh whisper, looking at the side of his head. "It's kinda, like, a psychological dealio… You are the first person to ever know this and wish that you would keep your mouth shut, please."

"Sure, anything to make you happy." He replied in a quiet tone, almost a whisper.

'What? You're really confusing me, Barry… What is it with me and feeling like I can trust this guys with everything? I won't even tell Suzy about this one. DAMNIT, BARRY! STOP MESSING WITH MY HEAD!' I shrieked in my head, making sure to look calm and collected on the outside.

"So…" I delayed this by readjusting the position I was in on the seat. "Well, I am agoraphobic…and am supposed to take medication for it…"

"V, why don't ya take it anymore? You need to." He said, as we stopped at a set of lights, looking me right in the face and putting a hand on my shoulder.

I couldn't take my gaze away from the sincerity in his eyes. All the while cursing myself inwardly for it. The sincerity that glittered among his carefully staring eyes didn't seem fake at all; no, for the first time it seemed like I could find trust in them. 'His eyes are like an ocean… and damn, I'm lost out at sea… SHUT UP, VIOLET! YOU'RE NOT HELPING YOURSELF OUT OF HIS- THISSSS!' My thoughts were about to make me cry as I couldn't concentrate.

I shut my eyes, started picking the dirt out of my nails again and pointed my head down at my lap. "T-they…" 'What is this guy doing to you, babes…?' I asked myself. 'You can't find the words. I can't let down the mood, I can't disappoint him.'

"Come on, tell me, please. I'll help you get back to taking them so you don't have to be scared anymore. And i-if there's anything you'd like help with getting back to normal. I'm right here… We're right here." He said rubbing my back sympathetically. We were going to be in traffic for some time now.

"They aren't s- They aren't strong enough anymore… The meds stopped helping me so I stopped taking them and after I stop taking those…" I let out a sigh. "I stopped takin' my Lexapro stuff, or for simple minds, anti-depressants, and my anxiety, agoraphobia and my stress is Paxil. Soo…"

"Violet." He starts, his voice as deep as the ocean, meaning he was serious.

"Yeah?"

"Whatever it takes, I want to help you. I want the best for you so, even if it means that I have to give you them by force, I will make sure you get them. And if you have anything on your mind, don't hesitate to call me, come see me or anything. Because, I am truly humbled that you have decided to tell me, of all people. I will try my best to help you in any way I can." His grip around me tightened.

"Thank you. A-and Barry."

"What is it?"

"Promise not to tell anyone?" I ask, holding out my pinkie finger.

"Of course I do." He returns the pinkie promise, with his own smallest finger. "But just quickly, in the event of someone else finding out, what are we to do?"

"We aren't to do anything. If someone else finds out it will be my responsibility to let them in…on…it… But until then, no-one has to know." I shuffle in my seat and hug Barry back with both arms. "Kramer, I've made a good/strange friend out of you. You're the type of person that I think I can trust, that I think my secrets are safe. I'm just-just glad, to have someone like you in my life, you're the best, thank you. There hasn't been another man in my life like you since my dad."

"No problem." He said, rubbing my side with the hand that he used to pull my into this awkward but weirdly comforting side hug. My grip on him tightened significantly. He was warm; ya know, the type of warm your duvet is when you wake up in the morning and you don't want to get up. It was a comforting, nice warmth.

I shut my eyes with a smile, just after noticing his faces pink complexion. I buried my head further into his chest.

"You're nice and warm." My muffled voice stated. "And your coat is pretty damn swanky… If that's something I'm allowed to say."

"Of course it is." He ruffled my hair, while smiling down at me, before putting his hand back on the wheel. I was enjoying this hug, weirdly, a little too much. When I thought I could sense his irritation, I immediately let go and shot up, back into the sitting position.

"Sorry if I stayed there for too long."

"No, you didn't. As much as I find it hard to admit, a guy enjoys a good hug every once in a while too, ya know. I mean-"

"Just look at Arin." I knew exactly what he was gonna say, so I said it for him. "I know but…still. My hugs must get a smidgen bit annoying."

"Not at all… I'd say something but you'll probably slap me for saying it." He looked smug.

"Look, if you don't tell me, you'll get slapped. You can't win, either way. S-so spit it out." I gave him a little glare.

Barry looked a little surprised and dumbfounded. I'd left him no choice. "I-I kinda enjoyed that hug." I pout a little bit, while folding my arms. "What's that for? Aren't you gonna slap me now?" He asks.

"No. I won't slap you. I don't want to slap you."

He put his free hand to my forehead, jokingly. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I'm okay."

A/N Yo, dudes!
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