Can Someone Please Say Something?

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A/N: Hello! I just wanted to start off by saying I am so so so soooo sorry!!! I'm sorry I haven't been updating this. It's just that, after getting all these reads and comments and such, I was scared that if I uploaded a new chapter, it wouldn't be as good and no one would like it. >0< Ughh but after long await, here you are. I'm terribly sorry if it's horrible. Sorry for the weird scpaing.

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 "Well...it's not broken, but you'll need a few stitches and you'll be good to go." The doctor said, pushing up his glasses. Alois had skipped school to go to the doctor about his hand. Last night, with absolutley no intention of going back with Claude, Alois slept over at Ciel's. On the couch, of course. 

 "What exactly caused you to punch a wall, Mr. Trancy?" The doctor asked, getting out all sorts of instruments and wrappings. 

Alois smirked and chuckled. "Oh, you know, just raging horomones."

  After getting a few stitches and wrapping his hand up, he was free from the clutches of the doctor. Finding it pointless to go to school, Alois walked to a nearby mall. The bored out of his mind blonde visited some shops, watched a movie, ate some pizza and stopped by a candy store to get some sweets for Ciel. 

  As he was dumping some sort of sour candy into a candy bag, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a girl about his age with curly blonde pigtails and huge green eyes. Something about the girl aggrivated Alois.

"What?" he snapped, causing the girl to fidget even more.

The girl held out a note. "I-um do you know C-Ciel Phantomhive?" Her words barely made it out of her mouth in one piece, causing Alois to chuckle.

"Yeah, what about him?"

  The girl shoved the note in Alois' hand. "Give this to him please." And with that, the studdering blonde girl fled.

  Alois blinked in confusion and looked down at the note. It said: 

                                                   From: Lizzy

                                                    To: Ciel~

  It was written in curly cue, girly handwriting. Reisiting the urge to read it, Alois paid for the candy and left.

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  "Why exactly did you skip school?" Ciel asked, typing away at some history report.  It was a few hours later and both boys were hanging out in Ciel's room. Alois rolled lazily off the bed and plopped down on the floor. 

 "My hand." he simply stated. His mind was a bit preoccupited with the note. He was weighing out the pros and cons of actually giving it to his eye-patch wearing friend. 

  "Well that's your fault." Ciel retorted.

  "No, it's Claude's."

  "No, you punched the wall."

  "He pissed me off."

  "And?"

  "Whatever." Alois sighed, throwing a ball up into the air and catching it.

  "Will you get off the floor?" Ciel asked, clearly getting annoyed.

  Ignoring him, Alois dug the note out of his pocket and threw it at Ciel. He really didn't want to give it to him.  It could be some sort of love note! But it just seemed too wrong to keep it.

  "What's this?" Ciel asked, turning the note over in his hand and reading the back.

  "How should I know? Some girl told me to give it to you."

  "Ah, it's Lizzy." Ciel said, spotted the girl's name written in curly hand-writting.

  Alois put down the ball and rolled over, propping himself up on his elbows. It was really quiet, with the only sound being that of Ciel's butler cooking downstairs. 

  "Well...are you going to read it?" Alois asked, hoping the other boy had absoluelty no intetnions of doing so. 

    Ciel glared at him and held the note close to his chest. "Yes, I am, but not with you here."

  Aggervation bubbled inside the blonde. He was right, it had too be some sort of love note. His clenched his teeth and darted up and to the bedroom door. 

  "Fine, you prat. I'm leaving."

  "You know you'll have to face Claude, correct?" Ciel said matter-of-factly. 

  Alois threw the bag of candy at Ciel, catching him completely off gaurd. "Screw you!" the blonde yelled, stroming out of the room.

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