Author's Note: Suspense! What is Grelle hiding?! Well, you probably already know, but *squeals* some people don't know, probably. I dunno. I'm really hyper today. *jumps around my house* Shoutout to the beautiful lazybear28 for sticking by us since chapter one. I love you, lazy! You're awesome! Anyways, enough of my babbling. Enjoy your stay at the Phantomhive Manor!
Sebastian laid on Grelle's satin-covered bed, sighing. This was not how he imagined spending his Friday night. Grelle was in her walk-in closet, prattling on about how she couldn't find anything to wear for their double date with Meyrin and Bard tomorrow night. Sebastian grabbed one of her pillows and stuffed his face into it.
My god, she's annoying.
"Darling, I could care less what you decide to wear tomorrow." Sebastian rolled his eyes, wishing he were anywhere but here. He sat up and found Grelle standing before him with her hands on her hips. "What?"
"I care what I decide to wear! The least you could do is pretend!" She glared at him, crossing her arms now over her chest. "My god, Sebastian, don't just sit there."
He stood up and walked into her closet, finding himself practically lost amongst all the red. "How can you have so many clothes and have nothing to wear, woman?!" he called at her, shaking his head.
Grelle walked in and pouted, leaning against a wall. "It's not that simple!" she whined, making Sebastian rub soothing circles into his temple.
"Just shut up, please. You're giving me a headache." He picked out an outfit and threw it at her. "Wear this."
She gave the clothes a sickened look. "I can't wear this, it's so ugly!"
"Then why do you fucking own it?!" he growled.
"Because it was cute when I bought it!" she defended.
Sebastian shook his head. "What the fuck ever." He walked out of the closet and sat back on her bed. "Pick out your own outfit." Grelle followed after him and put her arms around his neck.
"Sebastian, why are we fighting over something so small? We fight too much nowadays," she said with a pout.
"Maybe if you weren't so annoying, we wouldn't fight," he said with a pointed glare in her direction.
She scoffed, "If you weren't so on edge, I wouldn't come off so annoying!"
"I'm only on edge when I'm around you. Do you ever see me like this with Ciel?"
"Oh, we're back on that, are we? Ciel this, Ciel that. Ciel, Ciel, Ciel. It's all about him!"
Sebastian threw his hands up, exasperated. "You know what? Fuck you. I'm leaving." He pushed her off of him and stormed out of the room.
The weekend had gone by too fast for Ciel and monday had turned into a long drag. Passing between his third and fourth periods, someone bumped into his arm. Immediately, his books went flying to the ground. Ciel was still in a sling from Alois' kick-fest, so it was rather hard grabbing all of his books again.
Reaching for his psychology book, another hand found itself placed upon his own. He raised heterochromatic eyes to golden eyes. "C-Claude," he stammered, a dark blush creeping up into his cheeks.
"Ciel," the librarian whispered just as softly, a small smile playing at his lips. Claude picked up the textbook and put it into the crook of Ciel's unbroken arm. He continued to help the student pick up the books. "You seemed like you needed some help. I figured I'd stop for my favorite reader."
The flush on Ciel's cheeks immediately darkened at the words. "Are you always so kind to readers?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Claude chuckled as they both stood. "Not always."
They stared into each other's eyes before Ciel looked away, suddenly remembering they weren't alone. "Well, t-thank you for helping with my books!" he stammered out, smiling worriedly. His eyes came upon Sebastian who was walking toward them. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way to class now, Claude."
"Of course," he said, taking note of Sebastian walking down the hallways. Before turning to walk away, Claude leaned down and whispered into Ciel's ear, "Will you be at the library during your free period?"
"When am I not?" the slate-haired boy responded before walking toward his best friend. "Hey, Sebastian," he said with a grin, waving his hand.
Sebastian caught up to him, a smile on his face. "Hey," he responded. "You okay? I saw Claude was helping you with your books."
Ciel blushed and nodded. "Yeah, uh… Some asshole bumped into me. It's all good."
"Do you mind if we hang out tonight? I need a break from Grelle," he said with a slight laugh. "You wouldn't believe the fight we got into on Friday night."
Ciel's heart stopped. Shit, don't bring her up, Sebastian. I still haven't told you. He plastered a smile onto his face, all traces of the secret gone. "Yeah, we can hang out. I've got something around seven, but I'm free before that."
Sebastian brushed hair from his eyes, nodding. "That's cool with me. I'll see you then." He walked off, leaving Ciel clutching his books to his body.
He needed to tell Sebastian about Grelle.
HellsButler's A/N: Bet you thought Ciel was free! Haha! Lol nope!