"Untitled"

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Yeah, I tend not to name my stories until I finished it. >>..

"B-tch..."

A voice rang out of the young boys throat, snarling and giving a look at the brown haired girl who just slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red mark that scratched across his cheek. That one word he whispered was so quiet that if the school hallway was it's normal self, not even he would be able to hear that word he said. However, the slap the brown haired girl gave to him silenced everyone. Students, and even teachers stopped what they were doing to turn and look at the scene that was being caused by the two. And because it was silent, his quiet whisper echoed through the hallways, reaching even the ears of the upperclassmen who were on the opposite side of the building.

She remained quiet, tears swelling up in her eyes, yet refused to fall. She stared deeply into the boys furious eyes, his hands clenched into a fist as he took a step close to her - and her automatic reaction was to take a step back. She backed up against the lockers, and his hand slammed right beside her neck, his breathing intense as his other hand began to rise into the air as if to hit her.

"That's enough."

A deep voice rang through the halls as a boy came walking through the small crowd around the two. His jet black hair covering his eyes until he brushed them away to the side, his hands returning back into his pockets.

"Don't you think you're being a little childish, Matt?"

The deep voice of his troubled the brown haired girl, but she couldn't help but thank him silently.

"...and you. Slapping him was what caused this commotion, don't you think?"

He had a power of authority, she noticed, because when he turned to the small crowd, they had all returned to their normal state, yet still quiet, keeping their head bowed.

"Dane, you have nothing to do with this. Stay out of my business."

Matt's voice still held his anger, and when the girl tried to move away, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back against the lockers, a loud crashing sound made when her back slammed into the metal doors. Everyone looked up to see if she was okay.

"Keep your heads turned down."

Dane's stern voice rang loud and clear to everyone's ears, since they all looked away or down at the floor to their feets.

"...Are you that blind that you don't even know when Eliza's sick?"

He froze - Matt stood still in his position, his hand grasping onto the Eliza's - the brown haired girl - wrist. He didn't want to look over at her, and instead, he gave a scoff of disbelief.

"Tell him now, Eliza."

She froze. Her silence scared Matt and his tight grip on her wrist began to loosen, his head turned towards the girl only to find her looking away. He didn't understand. Eliza was sick...?

"Eliza. Tell. Him. Now."

"...I'm sick..."

Her words were quiet, yet not specific. She still had her head turned away, and Matt's grip on her wrist became tight again. Dane's gaze went over to the girl for a moment, holding her eyes with his own as he took steps toward her and grabbed her by the wrist, his other hand knocking away Matt's easily, then moved his arm underneath her legs and held her, walking towards the nurses office.

"...You stupid, stupid girl..."

Dane muttered quietly, the girl merely resting in his arms, her pale, slender figure fitting perfectly into his.

"...Wait...!"

Matt's voice shouted out, turning to face Dane and Eliza, causing Dane to stop and turn around, still holding onto the fragile girl while she had her face buried into his chest.

"...Do you love me?"

It was obvious that Matt was asking Eliza this question - and it was obvious that the color in Dane's face had been wiped out, his grip on Eliza only getting tighter. Her wrist had already been bruised, and she winced slightly when she was being crushed against Dane's strength. She turned to look at Matt, tears brimming her eyes before she looked away again.

"...You'll only end up getting hurt..."

She whispered, yet Matt wasn't satisfied. He slowly began walking towards Eliza and Dane, while Dane had a strong urge to back up and just run away - run with this girl he had loved for years in his arms and never return.

But it wouldn't make her happy...

"...Do you love me?"

He questioned again, and Eliza parted her lips to speak.

"Cut!!! James, your facial expression is all wrong! And you're holding Jenny that weird way again! Her right hand goes under her legs, not her ankles! Ah, and good job Alex. I liked how you kept a firm grip on Jenny. Okay, we'll take a quick break before we go at it. Again. For the eighth time."

James gave a dull stare at the director, then at Jenny.

"...I wouldn't have trouble holding her if she didn't weigh so much-"

"Hey! Are you calling me fat?!"

"Well can you please cut down on the food?!? I think my arms are going to break!!!"

James dropped Jenny on the floor, while Alex merely laughed and jogged over to where Jenny was and helped her up.

"It's okay Jenny. I don't think you're fat."

Giving the two a dry look, Jenny pulled herself up and dusted herself off while the rest of the crew went off to do whatever they did on their break.

"I guess we have to take this scene again. Hope my slap didn't hurt you James."

She grinned and pat him on the head before skipping off.

"I swear, one day they'll make a scene where I get to punch her in the face and-"

"Couples these days..."

Alex nodded, cutting him off before laughing hysterically and running off before his beautiful face would get ruined by something called a fist and a foot.





Fin.