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(F/N)! (F/N)! Wake up! I'm trapped! In your bag! Let me out!

"You're supposed to be there." I opened my eyes and the relization of my collapse surfaced. I sat up straight and looked for Ami. I was on a couch and my bag where Ami would've been was nearby. I opened the bag and he flew out.

"What happened?"

"Cats, you collapsed. I swear Adrien wouldn't shut up."

"Adrien!" I said out loud. Where was he? Was I still in his house?

"(F/N)!" I heard Adrien and Ami immediately flew into my bag once more. He held a glass of water but it was only half full. He spilled it...while running here. "Why did you collapse? Are you allergic to cats?"

"Yes..."

"You never told me!"

"I...didn't think you'd have a cat..." Or that I'd ever get to go to your house. "I'm so sorry. I should've told you." I said. He knelt down.

"It's okay, you gave me a scare. I thought you were going to die. The cats have their own room, they don't leave it. I don't know who let them out." He said.

"I guess just be careful right?"

"YOU HAD A REACTION!" My mom yelled into the phone.

"Yes, but I'm fine now. I took some medication. I should be fine."

"Leave the house."

"Don't worry, the cats have been isolated. So I won't see them." She sighed.

"I don't want you having another attack." She fell silent. "Stay near Adrien at all times! He helped last once. He'll help again."

"Mom!"

"Give him the phone." She ordered. I knew better than to mess with her.

"Adrien..."

"How'd she take it?"

"She wants to talk to you." He stopped.

He stared at me with a blank expression. I slowly handed him the phone.

"Hello?" I sat down on the couch and sighed. She was probably telling him to convince me to leave. "I'll be sure to tell her, yes thank you. Bye." He hung up the phone and handed it back to me.

"I have to go back right?"

"No." He smiled. I breathed a sigh.

"Thank-"

"Wehavetosleepneareachother." I stopped trying to decipher his words. Sleep? Near?

I reddened.

"Was that your idea?!"

"She asked." He replied holding his hands up in defense. I sighed.

"How close?"

"I quote 'so you can feel her breaths'." My eyes widened.

"Did she say feel? Or hear?" He laughed.

"I'm pretty sure she said feel." I frowned.

"I don't know about this." I said.

"Don't worry. It'll be like I'm not the-"

"Cupcakes! We never finished cupcakes!"

"Oh, I made them..."

"Already??"

"Yeah, do you want to try one?"

"Yes!" He lead me back to kitchen. "So, how many did you burn?"

"None actually."

"Oh, were they undercooked?" I asked.

"No! They were perfect!" He yelled. I stopped walking.

"You can eat them by yourself. I don't care. I bet they were perfect." I said. I turned away and went back to the room. I don't need to eat cupcakes.

"(F/N)!" I didn't look back.

"It's fine." I raised up a hand and waved it away.

"Please." I turned into the room and plopped onto the couch.

Why did this have to happen to me?

~~~

"You don't know how stressed I was when you collapsed." I was half-awake but it seemed that I could hear Adrien's voice through it all.

"It's difficult for me to not care..." I felt him grasp my hand, "so difficult." He gripped my hand tighter. It felt so strange to have someone hold my hand. They didn't need to. No need to comfort the witch.

witch.

My eyes shot open and the moment ended.

"Witch."

"Witch? I'm not a witch, I'm Adrien." I recalled the moments I was alone, Adrien hadn't let go of my hand and it made me relieved and scared.

"Sorry..." I sat up and leaned on the couch. Still holding my hand he came and sat next to me.

"Maybe you should tell me about where you used to live. Why'd you move?"

"Things happened." I said. The reason I moved was an undisclosed secret.

"Please." He looked at me with his bright eyes.

"bullying." That's what it was. I just wouldn't say why.

"What happened?"

"I went to school one day, and didn't come back home." On time at least. He was quiet.

"If you want to explain any further...or if you don't...it's up to you."

When had it been up to me?

"I'm sorry, it's a lot of things and...it's very personal. One day."

"One day?" Don't make promises.

"Yeah." You can't keep.