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I lay in my bed and stared at the ceiling absent-mindedly. The events from Tuesday afternoon were spinning in my head. The moment when Kid had come closer; the moment the redhead's eyelids had fluttered close. His lips on mine…

I groaned and placed an arm over my eyes. I wasn't sure if it would have been easier if I hadn't dreamed about kissing Kid before. But I had and now I couldn't cope with this. What on earth should I do now?

Well, the right question would be: What the fuck had that prick of a flaming redhead been thinking? Nothing probably; just another one of Kid's jokes. I didn't want to think about this anymore. I had been thinking about it all day yesterday. Before I had come up with the stupid idea of walking around town to get a distraction…

I did get distracted from my thoughts but not for long. Wandering along the river I had spotted Kid's red hair in the distance. It wasn't that I had been particularly surprised by the fact that he was ditching, it was more that I had been shocked by my utterly bad luck. The city we live in isn't that big, but one would think it was big enough to not stumble over someone you tried to avoid.

I had taken a few more steps towards him. I couldn't explain why, but I had just felt the urge to get this whole shit sorted out as soon as possible. I had come to like having Kid around me, to be around him. But I chickened out of it.

I had turned around and headed home again. Apparently walking around the city was a stupid thing to do. And this is how I came to hide here in my room again. Sitting up I grabbed for my cigarettes, hidden in my bedside table. My mother wasn't back from grocery shopping so I could go the balcony and have a quick smoke. I just needed to change my shirt afterwards.

Taking a little detour to the kitchen I got myself a coffee and headed for the living room and the balcony door. Taking a sip of coffee I leaned over the balustrade. The people down on the street passed our building in a hurry, none of them looking around. Except one…

I nearly choked on my coffee when I spotted a certain redhead who was looking around feverishly. I took a step back and leaned against the left wall to hide myself from any glance he may have shot in my direction. What was he doing here?

Oh please, Fortuna, please make that he doesn't find our apartment. Kid walked slower now, checking the names on the letter boxes more closely. So it seemed that he had a rough knowledge about my address but not about the exact house number.

I saw him stopping dead in his tracks, standing directly in front of our building. Frowning he read the name on the plate. An unsure smirk crossed his features. Kid looked like he was just about to ring the bell when my mother turned around the corner.

Eustass seemed to murmur an excuse and was gone within a few seconds. Only now, as my distraction had disappeared, did I realize that I was currently standing on the balcony smoking. "Shit..!" Quickly I flicked the only half smoked cigarette over the balustrade and hasted to the kitchen. I could already hear my mother's steps on the stairs.

Hastily I cleaned the cup and sped over to my room. Remember that I had to stay in bed every time I was ill? Yes? Yes..! I opened the window in my bedroom a little while I tried to switch my shirt. Shoving the remaining cigarettes into a new hiding place (now under my bedside table) and got back into bed.

As soon as I lay down the door to my room opened. My mother was looking at me worried. It was unusual for me to be home sick more than one day in a row. And I was already heading for day number three. I gave her a week smile.

The shock over seeing Kid so close to my place made me feel incredibly shaky. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" I shook my head, hesitantly. Then I remembered that interesting book about medicine and the not so interesting one that I had to read for the language lesson. "Could you give me these two books?"

I pointed at two really large and heavy books. My mother gave me a small smile and did as I asked. In the end she dropped the whole weight onto my stomach. "Mum! Are you trying to kill me?" She shook her head, smirking a little. The two of us got along really quite well. Just some days (like when she thought I'm acting on being ill) we couldn't get quite a proper agreement. It was ok, really. She was my mother after all.

I opened the medicine book and smiled up at my mother. She smirked. I was pretty sure she was planning something. I didn't like this, but my poor, Kid infected brain just didn't come up with a proper explanation. Never mind; I could think about this tomorrow or something. I didn't plan to go to school tomorrow either, so I had time…

Ignore the stupid mistakes... I was more asleep than awake.

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