A/N: I hope this satisfies your needs for fluff, darlings!

"At least I got over that fever before school." Rapunzel walked down the school hallway with Merida, arms linked with her.

"Why would you say that? I would give anything to stay home from school."

"Then why don't you fake something? Pretend you have a fever or something."

"Pfft. Are you kidding? I wish I could. My mother would find out immediately, and let me tell you a thing: she would be mad if I tried to skip school on purpose. Believe me, I've tried." They both stopped in front of a locker.

Rapunzel unhooked her arm from Merida and opened the locker up. Books were stacked high in the locker, a couple of them threatening to fall out of the locker. "Why do you always have so many books, Punzie?" Merida let out an exasperated sigh as she watched Rapunzel juggle the tumbling books as she grabbed the right class book.

"Because they are fascinating. Don't you like reading? Going to some far off land and experiencing a whole other life in your mind?" Punzie closed her locker and slid her arm back through the loop of Merida's arm.

"Keyword: reading. You know I'm not the reading type. I'm more of the 'physical learner' than the 'book learner'." Rapunzel knew what she was talking about. Merida had always had a love for the physical arts. Horseback riding, fencing, and archery she took after school on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She was definitely more of the physical type than the study type. "Sometimes I forget that you are as much as a smarty-pants as Hiccup." They rounded the corner of the hall, Merida stopping and Rapunzel unlinking her arm from Merida's.

"I'm not that smart. I just enjoy reading, and that's the only way I actually retain information. Hiccup is far too smart for his own good. He learns everything he knows through both reading and experience. He's also a great inventor, too. He built you a crossbow once, remember?"

"Ahh yeah, it's the coolest thing ever! I practice with it in my yard, it shoots beautifully, very easy to handle." Merida looked at a clock hanging on the wall of the hall. "Well, looks like class is about to start. See ya at lunch, Punzie." Merida walked down the opposite hall, giving a light wave.

"Yep!" Rapunzel herself gave a wave of her hand and walked the few feet to the History class door and into the class.

She spotted Jack in his usual place: slouching back in his desk right behind her usual desk. History was the only class outside of theatre that she had Jack with, and seeing him in first period always satisfied her need to be with him at the start of the day. She would never admit that to him though, or to anyone for that matter.

Only seconds after she took her seat in front of him did the teacher walk in the door, followed shortly by the bell.

"Okay everyone, here are packets for the topic today. Read through this, then we will discuss the material." Packets were passed and the room soon went silent.

Rapunzel took the packet in front of her and read the title. An Overview of Recent European History and it's Major Events. Hesitating, she flipped open the packet and began reading.

"Wars:

There are many wars of modern European history, the most famous among them being World War I and World War-" Tug. Rapunzel turned towards the source of the pull on her hair.

Turning around, she faced Jack, a few strands of her hair caught and weaved between his slender fingers. Stuck between his fingers, along with her hair, was a small slip of paper.

He motioned with his hand to Rapunzel for her to take the paper, and she obeyed confusedly.

Turning back to her desk, she opened the folded paper up. In his handwriting were the words how are you?

She felt a smile trace her lips. Sure she's traded notes with Jack before. Most of them being notes on the lecture and such. She's only had a few regarding herself. Turning her head slightly to look at Jack through the corner of her eyes, she gave him a smile and reached for a pencil in her bag by her feet.

I'm fine I guess. What about you? She handed the note back over her shoulder. He took it. Focusing back on the packet in front of her, she continued to read.

"-II. There were many other wars during this time: the French Revolution, Seven Years War, and many more. These wars gradually became more brutal over time, as warfare tactics developed and the weapons used became grander than ever. The wars themselves also grew in size to involve every major power in Europe and North America

World War I:

First, it would be helpful to address the causes of WWI. It began in 1914-" Tug. Rapunzel slipped her arm behind her. The paper was placed gently into her palm, and she couldn't help but notice that his fingertips lingered on her skin, lightly tracing down her fingers. She thought that maybe he was just being lazy and he didn't fully pull away. Nonetheless, no matter if that was just an accident on his part, that light, butterfly feeling sent goosebumps up her arm involuntarily.

Taking her arm back, she took the note and read it. Beneath her previous handwriting was his answer.

I'm worried. About you. I wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick again.

She felt blood rush to her cheeks, and she turned to Jack. He was laying on the desk, his head resting on an arm and his gaze focused on her. His eyes were questioning.

Giving him a slight smile, she mouthed "I'm fine. Don't worry."

He gave his classic smirk, and mouthed back to her "Good."

Turning back to the packet on her desk, she looked at the words, but no matter how many times she read them, they wouldn't register to her. Her mind was on Jack sitting behind her.

Something's different about him. He seems more… concerned? Is that the way to put it? Something is definitely off about him, though.

Class went on, but Rapunzel paid no attention to it. She couldn't pay any attention to what was happening. All of her attention was focused on worrying about Jack. I wonder if he's caught my flu. He probably has caught something, if it isn't my flu. He's acting strange. I'll ask him after class.

Three minutes till the bell rang. Three more minutes of not paying attention and focusing on Jack. As she leaned forward, in an attempt to rest her head on her hand, her hair caught on something. She turned towards the source, and her cheeks flushed wildly as she saw what the source was.

Her hair was still woven with Jack's fingers, and he was sleeping silently on the desk. Watching him, his fingers contracted, tightening his hold on the strands of hair he had.