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This chapter is dedicated to decedanceofmysoul, thank you for reviewing so much!

Ok so I got one answer to how long the chapters should be, so advanced apologies for how long this chapter may take to write! Also this story is still a John/Ame story, but with a very slow burn, buckle up folks...

Brian

The moment Brian had stepped into the room he checked the other people in the room, to check for danger. No one that would attack him. His eyes caught on the girl sitting in the back row. He had no qualms about not knowing her, he would recognise that pin-point stare anywhere. He knew he had seen her in the local afterschool class-crammer, close to the town's library. How every sure he had been had faded over the next hour until he could hear that niggling voice, which always sounded suspiciously like his mother, in the back of his telling him to check. Talk to her, just to be sure.

And so now here he was, after trying and failing to calm an argument between Bender and the wrestler. He was internally cursing himself and his hesitation, should he go and talk to her?

Just then Brian did something he had never done before, disobeyed the direct orders of an adult. He got up and he strode over to her table, growing more confident in every step. This girl had invoked a reaction in him that he never thought was possible, going against the orders of a teacher. With each step closer he could see more of her face and his assumptions about her were assured.

He took the seat next to her and wondered what to say. Not daring to open his mouth lest nothing but gibberish came out. Always think before you speak, as his mother would say but right now there was nothing he could think of to say!

As soon as he opened his mouth he could feel his confidence splintering, cracking. His resolve to talk to this almost stranger weakening and bending under the weight of his anxiety. He nearly gave up and was about to walk away, leaving only a muttered apology when the girl span round, eyes flashing,

'Can I help you?'

In that moment that he was resolute that he knew this girl, terribly awkward he stuttered out,

'N-Yes I was wondering have we met-you look familiar.'

The girl looked at him and for a moment he thought he had made a horrible decision, he must have sounded so creepy. She seemed to register his nervousness and extended a hand,

'I don't believe we have, I'm Ame, pleasure to meet you.'

He grasped her hand, of course she wouldn't remember him they only crossed paths once every Friday evening. He would be leaving his business crammer course and she would be heading in for the next session.

'I'm B-Brain, pleased to meet you too.'

Waiting for even a flicker of recognition behind her eyes, he was disappointed when Ame turned away. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers; he might find friendship in this person with an appreciation for business. In a rare moment of boldness he tried again,

'Are you sure we haven't met, I'm sure I've see you around the crammer school?'

If she didn't think he a creep before she would definitely think he a creep now. He must sound like some sort of stalker knowing where she was outside of school. Which brought up another strange thought, he'd never actually see her in the school before.

'Come to think of it I think I've seen you around, you take a class at the crammer? Don't tell me you're in my class?'

That made him feel better, at least she wasn't totally unaware of his existence. Hurrying to reply to his hopefully new friend,

'Yeah, I take the five past eight business class, on Friday. The one before yours.'

'I'm so sorry! I'm awful at remembering faces, very pleased to be reacquainted with you Brian. I don't know too many people at the crammer, in fact no one at all.'

They continued to talk about classes and the teacher they occasionally got when the normal one was away, the one who set too much homework. Why and where the other students where, how some of them fell asleep sometimes and would snore loudly. They were getting along so well they failed to notice the curious and in some cases hostile stares.

I'm sorry this has taken so long, i have been switching computers and transferring lots of files and photos. The exam stress has also taken hold even though my first exam isn't until next year, still I tried to use my stress to fuel my writing! Thanks for reading…