"Jean, how's your head?" I heard Marco ask over the phone. He asked me this every time we talked on the phone, even though my head was well healed before we even got out for break.

"It's fine dear, you needn't ask every time you call me." I could practically hear him roll his eyes over the phone. I swallowed. "How's your eye?"

"It's getting there. I should be able to see fully out of it by the time we come back from break." I sighed in relief. When we wrecked, apparently his eyes opened for a split second, just long enough for some glass to get into it and cause him to lose eyesight a bit. "Look, Jean it's not your-"

"Don't fucking tell me it's not my fault." I gritted out, cutting him off. I rubbed my temple, exhaling and trying to keep my blood pressure down. "Just don't, okay? I shouldn't have just suddenly slowed down. I should've just asked coach if you could've rode back with us on the bus. We wouldn't have had an issue."

"Yeah but my car-"

"Would've been lost either way. We could've gotten your parents to come with us to pick it up the next day. At least then it wouldn't have been totaled." I said with a scowl.

"Jean." Marco said as a warning. Immediately I gulped. "I want you to take some time to think about this, alright? The police report clearly says that it wasn't your fault and that you were taking precautions. You should focus more on getting the project ready for art."

"Ah shit." I groaned, remembering the dreaded project that brought Marco and I together. "Yeah I've got a decent idea for that. You said photography would be fine right?" I asked.

"Yeah, anything like that. Photos, drawings, paintings, anything that you find perfect." He said with such passion that I just couldn't find it in me to be mad or angry about the damned project. "You think it's going to be easy?" He asked.

"No," I answered truthfully, "well I thought that before I found what I was using." I said as I leaned back in my chair.

"Oh really? What is it?" He asked, interest piqued. I chuckled.

"Nope, I'm not going to tell you. He never said that we had to work together, just ask each other for advice and I have no doubt about what I'm using." He sighed in annoyance. "And plus, I don't know what you're doing either so it's equal."

"I guess you're right." Of course I am, Marco. I chuckled at my thoughts.

"When are you coming back home?" I asked for the millionth time since he left to visit family in Belgium.

"In a week, Jean. You can live." He laughed and boy howdy was that beautiful. Perfect.

"Right, okay I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye love you." I hung up quickly and rolled over to my computer. I hooked my phone up through the USB. My phone lit up with a text message.

Freckles: love you too you dork :p

I smiled at him and proceeded to begin my project.
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Nearly three days later, I was done with my project. I was pretty proud of it, because it looked pretty good. It wasn't until I finished it that I realized that I'd made a mistake.

I worked on it for three days straight.

"God fucking dammit." I said as I held my head. I'd remembered what the doctor said when I went for a checkup on my head~

"Now Jean, I want you to make sure that you don't stay on the computer, phone, or video games for a long period of time. Limit your use, otherwise you'll experience extreme headaches."~

"Why am I so stupid?" I asked no one in particular. I leaned back in my chair, trying everything in the book to get rid of the headache without taking a blasted pain killer. I whipped my phone out, a bad decision on my part, and typed out a quick message.

Me: I've got a headache, don't want to take pills, help :(

I hit send and waited quite impatiently for a reply with my head pounding. Finally, I received a reply.

Freckles: Why is it hurting this time?

Me: I was on the cmptr

Freckles: Dummy.

Me: watch it freckles

I laughed at his nickname. I found it lightly amusing.

Freckles: Sorry, sorry. Anyway, why don't you just take the pills? They're there for a reason.

Me: you know how I feel about pain meds

Freckles: Right, well you could do something that takes your mind off of the pain? As long as it's not on the computer or tv.

Me: I can't tho

Freckles: And why not?

I bit my lip as I thought about whether it was worth risking it. I could do it, and take the chance of him understanding it and getting caught in a corner or I could do it and take a chance of him not getting it and I be free yet still dealing with these festering feelings. Decisions, decisions.

I thought about it for a few minutes, thinking that it could turn out in my favor, though not likely, and I would be fine. Although, it could still turn out badly or have no effect at all. I took a deep breath and typed it. No going back.

Me: the person that makes me forget everything bad isn't here

Freckles: Oh really?

Me: yeah they left a few days ago

Freckles: Right.

Freckles: You could call them.

Me: yeah I'll do that. Thanks.

I shook my head and dialed the number, hitting the call button as if it were a second nature for me to call this number. It rang a few times, and then a voice came over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hey so I was sitting at my computer for a while and got this horrific headache. My best friend told me to do what makes me forget stuff so I called you." I said with a smile.

"Jean, what the crap, I said call them, not me." Marco said, clearly not getting the point. I stopped spinning in my chair and spoke in the most serious tone.

"Talking to you makes me forget everything." And my heart flutters and my breathing gets wacky and my palms sweat. "You make everything okay for a little bit at least." You make everything perfect.

"Right. I thought you were talking about your girlfriend or something." He said quietly.

"Calling me straight?" I asked and he stuttered. "I'm kidding. But no, I don't have a girlfriend- or boyfriend at the moment."

"At the moment."

"Yeah I'm still working on that one." I said and scratched the back of my head, which didn't hurt anymore. We talked about nonsense for a little longer before I fell asleep.