"No Friends" Club.

Adrian took back his phone, looked at the characters for a few moments before putting the phone back into his pocket. At least he spelled the name right, it seemed. For a moment he tried to catch Miu's gaze, which were avoiding him. It was kind of odd; they'd exchanged phone numbers, but not even a single word. It felt like they'd known each other for a while, and they hadn't talked once. He drank the last of the tea and put the mug back where he had just taken it from, closing his eyes for a moment. He wondered what to start with. The silence was so comfortable. He didn't want to ruin something like this over messing up their first actual conversation. He opened his eyes and looked out the window, a light blush coloring his pale cheeks. He really wasn't the huge conversation starter, and he felt that he'd just mess things up if he spoke now. He didn't want that to happen. Somehow he'd grown fond of Miu, and deep inside he knew it was because she seemed to understand him. Understand that he didn't take formal mouthed introductions well, understood his fondness of silence. It was something no one had really understood before.
 
Realizing Miu was more comfortable with the silence, she decided against urging her to talk to him. Last time she played match maker didn't turn out too well. She looked at the crimson eyed boy once more and a thought occurred to her. Adrian and Miu's eyes... Emeralds and Rubies... their eye colors were exact opposites, but that's what made the thought even cuter. She didn't know what to think of her own eyes. They were natural, but everyone else thought they were contacts. She felt weird having strangely colored eyes. She stared back out the window, watching some squirrels play tag in the tree.
 
Damien hesitated for just a couple seconds. He and Shou were so close now they were practically...

Suddenly, he pulled back. "N-nothing. Not a thing." It was too early. It was always too early. People didn't like... they didn't like guys like him. His heart was still pounding and his hands trembling. He clumsily reached for his mug, but the lack of control (not to mention the clouds in his eyes) made him knock it off the table instead. Despite his best efforts to catch it, the mug went tumbling down to the floor. Damn it! A puddle of hot red liquid was spreading across the floor, and shattered shards of ceramic littered the clubroom. "Sorry 'bout that, guys. Don't walk over here, I'll handle it..." He tried to act normal, but he was still shaking. There was a towel on the cabinet that he used to pick up the pieces and mop up the tea. They all think I'm a moron now...
 
She was content to sit and say nothing. Just revel in the comfortable silence that the three had together. But that world shattered with a mug on the floor. Miu perked as she looked down at the liquid. She fought herself from immediately rising but only barely. Miu nodded to Adrian and Ava before standing. "I'm sorry I have to go." Though she was speaking to Ava directly she did want Adrian to know. But in her mind, she had decided that the first words her and Adrian exchanged would need to be special though at the time she couldn't think what those words could possibly be. She walked toward the mess. She knelt down beside Damien and held out her hands cupped. Her smile was sincere and her voice soft as she spoke. "I'll drop the pieces in the bin on the way out."
 
Marko sat in the window by himself thinking of different things, he fiddled with his hair in bordum. He scanned the room and noticed everyone was taking a liking to the new girl, and each other. He smiled a bit and leaned on the window still squatting in the windowsill, he thought to himself " Why are you over here by yourself? " He laughed at himself and shook his head in confusion. Setting his violin down onto the couch below the window, He felt the breeze rush through the window which blew his hair around both his purple eye's shown. " Im so hungry.." He said out loud to himself as he inspected the room for food or something of the sort's.
 
When the cup shattered on the ground, Ava was a little startled. Knocked out of her daydreams by the crash, she looked around, trying to remember where she was, what was going on. She watched Miu walk over to help Damien. She sighed. She was a little disappointed in herself. She knew what was happening to her, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to know, or for it to happen. She knew she would only end up hurt. Ava looked out the window and watched the squirrels play again, trying to dismiss the dismal thought.
 
Adrian nodded in silent response and sat back in the window with his eyes closed. He had wanted to speak to Miu but maybe they just weren't ready to break their silent bond yet. At least they even had a bond together; that was nice. He took out the drawing pad again and began sketching, his thoughts still too focused on Miu to concentrate and in the end the sketch ended up as a picture of her. He blushed and closed the drawing book again, putting it back into his bag where it belonged. Why did that have to happen when he was trying to focus on art? He sighed softly and went to put his empty cup in the sink. He sat back in the window and pulled his legs up so he could rest his chin against his knees. He was starting to feel a bit tired and dizzy, and he could sort of feel his body wavering softly, grasping the wall beside him to try and get something to hold onto. Okay this wasn't just dizziness.
 
"Thanks, careful you don't hurt yourself, darlin'." He finished mopping up the spilled beverage, still cursing his clumsiness, both with the mug and with Shou. He finished mopping up the mess, and went to wring out the towel in the sink. He was glad that someone had helped him, but he'd rather just be alone. He went over to an uninhabited corner of the room and sat down. He didn't really have the energy to play around, so he just sat, lost in thought.
 
Miu stood up, she was heading toward the door, she bent slightly placing the shards into the bin as she said she would. She turned to her side some more, as her hand reached for the door something felt off. Her head quickly snapped in the direction of Adrian. Something was wrong she could feel it. She noticed Adrian's body lightly swaying, but it was when his hand grasped at the wall she began to move. Her foot steps were quick, almost running. Placed her hand on his back and maneuvered her torso so that she could look into his eyes. Pangs of worry shot through her emerald eyes like surges of electricity. Her eyes darted around his as if doing so would give her some sort of magic insight of what was wrong.
 
He looked at Miu with his eyes barely open. He could feel hands holding him, but wasn't really sure if it was Miu or not. He blinked slowly a few times before he felt blackness starting to cloud his eyes. He felt his arm move up and grasp one of Miu's sleeves; he wasn't really sure which hand it was. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to keep conscious but he knew that it was, well, he was doomed. This just had to happen the first day when he entered a fucking club. Great. He opened his eyes again and tried to focus on her; he could see the worry in her eyes, but his brain were far beyond talking at this point. He couldn't even manage to get anything escape his lips, and when the blackness came this time, it didn't disappear.
 
Marko noticed the boy almost falling out the window, he questioned in his head what to do. so he took the most dangerous route he could, He turned around on the windowsill he was on. and leaned out noticing the ledge below the window, he landed on it and walk along it slowly keeping himself balanced. Marko was like a monkey when he was younger, since he was cooped up all he did was climb and become animal like in his basement. He reached the other window and grabbed the sliding part of it, he the grappled to the window and closed it. Which helped support the boy much more than he was before, marko then realized he was out on the ledge when he could of gone over the other way. He sighed knowing why he went this way was because he didn't want to intrude on the romantic scene, He then slowly made his way back and clamber back into his window and fell onto the couch laughing a bit as he landed upside down head first into the comfy couch.
 
Miu's eyes filled with horror. As Adrian began to black out she felt him leaning the wrong way. Luckily Marko moved and helped keep him stable. Miu looked up thankfully, she put her full arm around Adrian and pulled him off the sill. "Help me get him to the nurse." Her voice wavered with worry, as her eyes pleaded Marko to help her. She wasn't sure what was going on and she wasn't really sure how to deal with it. Maybe this was a passing thing but she wasn't about to take that chance. She threw Adrian's arm around her shoulders and held his hand with hers to keep him stable, Her other hand was around his waist holding him tightly.
 
Adrian could barely even feel. He could hear things; a worried voice that sounded like Miu's, probably most were very worried about him. He just had to get a blackout in the middle of nothing. When he attempted to move his limbs, nothing happened. He couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't even twitch his fingers. All he could do was loosely lean against Miu, hoping that he'd just get to really sleep soon. This sort of half-awake state frightened him. He could hear, feel and even on some occasions see, but he just couldn't move, or speak. It felt like someone had made his body a prison. So yeah, times like these scared him, but he was so used to it by now that the fear was slowly fading away and he just ended up being kind of annoyed at himself for not being careful. It was probably the cold from the winds outside that had made him weak without his noticing. He really should wear warmer clothes as his mother adviced him to but he hadn't cared about it, until now, of course.
 
He walked over to Adrian, putting his arm around his neck " Come on lets get you to a helpful nurse" He looked at Miu looking at he because he had no clue where the nurses office was. He just followed her making sure Adrian had the support he needed even though Marko had the reddest face since he was very nervous carrying someone he didn't know.
 
Ava was worried when she notice Adrian black out. She had a feeling he was hiding something, there was some reason for this. She thought of pulling out he pan flute, but decided against it. Now was not the right time. She walked over to aid them in getting Adrian to the nurse.
 
Her foot steps were quick, she opened the door with her foot and quickly led the two down the hall. Her mind wasn't on making conversation. Though she supposed she should. It wasn't long until they reached the office. Luckily it was on the second floor, just like there club room. As they entered Miu hastily tried to explain what happened while laying Adrian down on the bed that was contained within. After a explanation that left her breathless the nurse told her Marko, and Ava that they would take care of it, and if they'd like to wait they could sit in the chairs by the door. Miu did so, putting her hands in her lap with a sort of dejected look on her face. After a moment she looked up to Marko and Ava, the smile that preceded was clearly forced. "Thank you both." She hoped that the two would sit down and stay, but she wasn't entirely sure why they would want to. Then again... She supposed she couldn't see why they wouldn't want to either.
 
He sat down next to her and smiled and looked forward into the nurses office inspecting it his barefeet agaisnt the floor. " It was not worry..i dont like seeing people in need of help..it scares me " He looked at Miu and nodded to her with a smile and leaned back in the chair. He inspected his feet that were red and noticed he cut himself when he was out on the ledge, he sighed and asked if they had band-aids. After he got his foot bandaged up he closed his eyes breathing deeply.
 
He could feel something soft against his back. Guess he was at the nurse's office now. He kind of hoped to see Miu there when he got to open his eyes again, and he sort of just wanted to be alone with her. She would understand. She wouldn't ask questions. And maybe he'd get to talk to her. Even after all this utter shit then maybe... maybe things could work out, starting now. He tried to open his eyes but still found himself unable to move. The nurse would probably just check him and then give him the medicine that he'd refused to take in the last week or so, and then she'd ask him if he had been taking his medicine and then they'd know everything about him. About what he was dealing with. He kind of didn't want anyone to know about it; he felt sort of ashamed about it, not to mention weak. He hated appearing weak to others, because then they'd pity him. That was the very last thing he wanted to happen.
 
Miu didn't seem to want to talk about it. What was currently going on. Instead she changed the subject as she looked up at Marko. "So... you looked like you were comfortable talking to Penelope." Though someone could have thought this was a poke in order to make fun, the tone of her voice showed that this was clearly not the intent. Miu was smiling at him it was weak though. Like the wrong thing could break her down. Something in her eyes was very telling about the situation. Like something similar had happened before, perhaps to her? Or maybe someone she loved. There was no way of really telling what it could have been without prying.
 
After the nurse had walked around him and done a few tests, thus giving him the medicine he hated so much, he could open his eyes slowly, moaning in frustration at the headache pounding in his head. Why did it always hurt so much when he had a blackout? It was horrible. He sighed and rubbed his fingers on his forehead to massage the pain away, lying on the bed heavily, just nodding at whatever the nurse had said. After a minute of that she told him to lie there until he felt better and walked off to her office. He sighed and purposefully avoided looking over at where he knew Ava, Marko and Miu was sitting. He didn't want to look at any of them. Most of all he just wanted to get up and run home all what he could, but his body just felt... weak. He didn't seem to have the energy to do anything at all, really.
 
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