"Don't leave me... please..." Miku muttered as she squeezed my hand, seeming to be waking up by the slightest, the effects of the laughing gas wearing off.

Once her eyes fully opened, she pushed me to the curb, and I could've sworn I heard her whisper, "holy shitcakes" as she caught her breath.

Why is catching her breath? She threw ME to the curb!

I gasped for air and scrambled back to her, trying to forget what just happened.

She eyed her leg curiously and her eyes widened.

"Why am I in some stranger's car, and why is there a CAST on my freaking LEG??"

My head poked out from the window, she let out a shriek, and hit me with her shoe which she took off from her other leg.

"HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT? IT'S JUST ME! THIS IS MY CAR! YOU WERE ON LAUGHING GAS! YOU SEVERELY BROKE YOUR LEG!

I WAS SCARED TO DEATH BECAUSE I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW... HOW TERRIFIED I WAS TO SEE YOU BEING CARRIED IN AN AMBULENCE?" I spat bitterly, saying a few things I didn't mean to say out loud...

Heh...

Oops?

"You... were really worried?"

The rest of the car ride was a blur of silence, and awkward eye contact.

"Why are we at your house?" She asks, wrinkling her nose as if my house was some sort of prison.

"Because, princess," I muttered sarcastically, my shy effect slightly wearing off around her.

"I can't let you stay alone. Brother's orders." I continued, giving her a soft smile to show that I cared.

"Hmph." She tried opening the door.

"What the-" She couldn't get out.

"Child lock. I thought you might do that." I pressed a button and with a 'click' it unlocked.

She muttered something about stupidity under her breath and stepped out... carefully.

I could see her wince as the bun I did on her earlier was slightly undoing itself.

I smiled softly, knowing that was just Miku being Miku.

I pulled the wheelchair out from the backseat.

"Miku, its safer this way-" Before I could finish, she sneezed. She turned to me. Her face was puffy and red, boogers running down her nose.

I completely forgot about her fever. Shoot. I rushed to her side, carrying the wheelchair weakly.

"Sit," I commanded as I unfolded it.

Hesitantly, but eventually, after many arguments about her vulnerability, she sat in it.

"What next, nurse Kagamidiot?" I winced and just sighed, ignoring the weird stares I get from people seeing a boy, pulling a girl in a wheelchair up a steep sidewalk.

I gently grab Miku's hands as we walk up the stairs to my room, making sure she doesn't slip.

I lay her down gently on my bed, but not before I fluff her pillow.

I slap a bell on the bedside table.

"Ring this if you need me, okay? I care about you. You're one of my best friends," I winced a bit saying 'friend.' Why?

"Alright! nurse Kagamidiot at the rescue and my personal maid? Coo- ACHOOO!" Disgusting SNOT basically thought it was SUPERMAN or some stupid crap like that because it FLEW OUT OF HER NOSE AND LANDED ON MY SHEETS.

"Miku! I washed those YESTERDAY!" I mentally cried. Hard.

She laughed obnoxiously, yet it brought slight joy to my face.

"I guess you couldn't help it... you're sick and vulnerable..." I bit my bottom lip.

"I guess that's why you need me," I flashed a smile.

Did I seem too needy?

Why do I care?

"I-"

"Hush now," I interrupted.

"Let me make you some soup."

And with that, I disappeared downstairs.

What was he thinking being all sweet to me, making me smile on the inside and out?

You think you can just waltz into my life and ruin my perfect sleeping order? Because I stay up all night thinking of you, Kagamine. Kagamidiot. Whatever.

I'm gonna put those thoughts to rest and take advantage of my little maid~ hmph.

'Ring ring'

Mountains of noises came from the kitchen, then thuds coming from the stairs, and, as fast as possible, he slams the door open, his heart beating out of his chest.

That... was... fast...

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. "Could I get.. uh..." I should have thought this more thoroughly.

"A glass of water?"

"Water? Sure. What kind?" He said a little too fast.

"Uh... the wet kind?" I scrunch up my face.

"G-Good choice," He slowly closes the door.

Weiiirddd...

What kind?? God, I'm stupid.

She probably thinks horribly of me now. Hell, she's always thought horribly of me, hasn't she...?

I wish I could pour a gallon of vodka for myself as I poured the water, but I'm underage.

I hear bubbling and boiling.

Soup is ready.

The long, wet noodles are placed into a bowl with some chicken.

I get a spoon and place it inside.

There's a table tray that I keep in a drawer, so I took that out and put the bowl there, along with the glass of water. I also put a napkin just in case.

As I creeped upstairs, slowly this time, and not like a maniac, I lightly knock on her door.

No answer.

Is she alright? Please tell me she's not dead from flu symptoms.

Closing one eye I open the door in a crack to see Miku, dead asleep on my bed.

I see the boogers trailing down her nose, so I walk in and set the tray down.

I take the napkin and lean into her, scrubbing those disgusting boogers off.

I can feel her breathing lightly, and my cheeks start to flush. I'm so close...! I shake my head and open a drawer in my room.

I take out a sticky note and write,

"Your chicken soup is ready! Feel better :)!"

Of course, after many failed attempts of writing a simple note.

I close the door and shut off the light.

"Goodnight...!" I whisper, shutting the door behind me.

My eyes shoot open as he left the room.

Stupid Kagamidiot, little does he know that I was awake the entire time. He was WAAY too close.

Ever heard of personal space?

Anyways, I was hiding a book under the covers that I 'found' in a locked drawer in the bedside table.

I picked the lock with a bobby pin only to find a book that says, "Journal! Keep out! Especially YOU, Rin!"

I chuckle. He does something as girly as a diary? I don't care what he calls it. It's a diary and we all know it.

Skipping a few pages, bored with the bland stories, I find a page labeled, "Mystery Girl."

Ooooh~~ does Kagamidiot have a crush? Dirt! Yes!

"Dear Journal,

I was in class, and a fiery girl with long hair approached me. I won't describe all of her features, other than her golden eyes, because Rin, I know you found a way into my journal. No, it is not a diary, for the last time, stop leaving doodles on the side of this.

She told me to, and I quote "Don't talk to Miku, alright? I'm looking out for you. She's pure evil."

Of course I thought that was absurd. She may be a little rough around the edges, but she was a good person. I could tell. So, I told her, and I quote, "Please leave if you think that she's a witch, because I can assure you she is not."

And it was all true. Miku was... magical. In a way. She dazzled everyone like a stage magician just by being in a room! Not by her looks, but by her assertive attitude with endless determination.

I'm proud to say that she does not know when to quit.

End.

My faced flushed as I quickly put the book back in its rightful spot, laying down, looking at the ceiling.

And I, Kagamidiot, am proud to say that I fell asleep with a smile curved onto my lips.