Hey guys! I'm still alive! Finally continuing this lovely little story! I just finished writing this up. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. I do own the setting. I'm proud of that.

"You know, you don't have to be here, too. I could do this alone."

"Oh, but this is so much more entertaining! Besides, this way I can be your look-out! I can totally be useful!" Elesis was leaning against the wall opposite to the lockers, talking loudly, being of no help to me. My intention was to do this alone, quickly and quietly, so I wouldn't get caught. I guess having a look-out would help, but Elesis could hardly be counted as a look-out. The only one she was watching was me.

And me? I'm nervous. So nervous. I spent the rest of lunch writing my love letter to Lass. Lire and Ronan had been the most helpful in making it sound… Not creepy. Elesis wanted me to write all sorts of awful things that I will never mention ever again. She thinks this whole thing is a joke, I'm sure.

It's now the after lunch break, where people normally go out to the training grounds and show off, practice, or spar with each other before the afternoon classes start. Lire had offered to go with me, but I turned her down, and snuck off alone to do this. Well, I had thought I had snuck off alone…

So here I was. Standing in front of Lass' locker. About to stick a love note into it. I took a deep breath and slid it into the top of the locker. From a glance, you wouldn't notice it, but it'd fall when Lass opened his locker next. I sighed, it was done.

Suddenly, Elesis made a strange noise, and grabbed my arm hard. She started pulling me into the nearest door-way, which happened to be a men's washroom. Before she shoved me into it, I managed to glance over her shoulder and catch sight of Lass. Well shit. I now panicked.

"Shhh!" Elesis squeaked, trying to calm me down. The washroom was empty right now, so we slipped into a stall unnoticed. We heard the door to the washroom slowly squeak closed, but before it completely closed, we heard it open again. Elesis swore quietly, I started hyperventilating. She covered my mouth with her hand to muffle my breathing, and we finally heard the door completely close. The washroom was now in utter silence. I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, one of the faucets turned on. Under the noise of the running water, Elesis let me breathe again. I tried to stay calm, but it was rather difficult. After about a minute, the faucet turned back off, the door opened and closed, and we were safe.

"Jeez, couldn't even hear his foot-steps… That makes me nervous." Elesis complained, but she looked wistful, like she wanted to be able to do that. I rolled my eyes, and unlocked the stall door. We nervously ran out of the washroom, past the lockers, and straight outside to the training field.

"Safe!" Elesis called out, and started leisurely strolling to the arena. I was exhausted from all the running, and greatly appreciated the slow in pace. I struggled to catch my breath while Elesis ranted about how it was my fault we got caught. I didn't mind, it kept my mind off of the fact that we had almost been caught.

"So how would you say letter one went?" Elesis asked.

"Letter one? The way that sounds, it's like there's going to be more letters!" I responded, suddenly nervous again.

"Well of course there's going to be more letters. You can't just write one! Tomorrow, you send him another! And the day after that, another! And you keep going until he returns your feelings!"

"WHAT?! Elesis, that's not what I had planned! I write him one letter, and then see how he takes that and then…" I hadn't exactly figured out what happened after that.

"And then what? You go back to watching him from across the room, hounding Ronan for details about him, and stalking him? You'll never get anywhere that way. You gauge how he takes the letter, then send him another! You continue until he finds out who you are." I was surprised how helpful Elesis was being. It was so unlike her. I was suddenly very thankful she had come with me.

"But what do I write in them?"

"Whatever you like! They're your letters. Tell him about yourself, maybe, or tell him things he may like. Tell him about people you know. Tell him about how you see him. You'll find lots of things to tell him once you get started. I believe in you." She looked at me very earnestly. A small smile lit her eyes, and I knew she was telling the truth. I couldn't help but smile widely back. She matched it.

"Now, enough about sappy love crap. Let's go find Lire!"

A/N So it's been... Like... Well over a year. Yeah. WELL over a year. Writing style has slightly changed. I apologize for that. I hope it's not too jarring from chapter 1 to chapter 2. But yeah, so, I hope to actually keep up on this now. This chapter is a lot shorter than my first, but I honestly hit a writers block at the end and bull-shitted the rest. Ended up not-so bad. I was tempted to have it play out so that Lass caught them in the washroom. But I wasn't sure how that'd play out. So I ended up skipping it. I hope you all enjoy, and for those of you who read this in the past, I hope you are excited that chapter 2 is FINALLY out. And I hope that new readers enjoy as well! And as always, I would love to hear your reviews! Tell me how I can improve, tell me if you feel things could have been written better. Things you maybe would like to see happen, too. That'd be cool. I love trying to input the ideas of others into my works. Even if the comment is just to say that you enjoyed it, I like that too. Gives me motivation.

So this has gone on long enough. I hope you all enjoy!

-Barrows