~Oliver's POV~

My mom's been asking if everything's okay with me. Of course I lied and told her it was. Who knew a six year old could have as much drama as I did...?

Ahem, let me recap everything for those who didn't bother to read anything else: Len and I are fighting. I've convinced my mother to let me stay home the past few days—except for one—because of the fact that I'm avoiding Len. I know, childish, right? Who can blame me, I'm a six year old.

The next day, I went back to school. It wasn't a good day. My mother had told me that we had to move because she had found a better job overseas, and had to take it before someone else did. It broke my heart knowing that I wouldn't get to see Len again, knowing how distant we've been to each other the past week. I mostly kept quiet about it at school. We were leaving on Monday after the weekend. It's Friday.

I sat down in my regular seat, quieter than usual. I didn't want to spill anything by accident. Even if I had to tell Len by the end of the day, now wasn't the time.

Len sat down next to me and placed a card on the table. "For you," he muttered, turning his head away.

I looked at the card in confusion, picking it up and opening it. "Oh." It was a Thank You card. It was signed with Len's sloppy handwriting at the bottom, along with what I assumed to be his mother's signature. "Thank you," I said, turning to Len and smiling.

He blushed and shook his head. "I-it's nothing...."

"Okay," I replied, slipping the card in my pocket. It wasn't a big card, so it fit without crumpling up.

After a few boring lessons, we got free play time. This time, I spent it with Len happily; as usual. "I-I'm sorry about me avoiding you lately, Len...." I apologized, sketching a messy picture of us making up and holding hands. I held up the picture for Len to see.

"Ah...!" Len flinched in surprise, his blush growing. "I-I forgive you...." He nodded, ruffling my hair slightly. Ah, back to normal.

I put the picture down, pouting about how he'd ruined my hair, but really I didn't care. I was just glad that we'd made up without any more problems.

Well, except one....

"Class, today we are going to merge with the other class." The teacher's words didn't hit me as hard as they seemed to hit Len. By his facial expression, he seemed like he had died and gone to hell.

"Oh, cool," I mumbled the words quietly so as not to have Len hear me.

"Ngh...." Len gave out a little groan of defeat, resting his head on the table we were sharing. He looked dead.

"What's wrong, Len?" I asked, pushing his bangs up so that I could see his face clearly. He looked....adorable.

"M-my sister's in the other class, and I don't like her that much...." Len fidgeted slightly, aware of how mean that sounded.

I just smiled. "Well, you can play with me if you'd like." His expression turned to one of relief.

"T-thanks Ollie." He smiled at me, grabbing my wrist and pushing it away from his face.

"Ah," I said. I hadn't noticed that my hand was still pushing his hair up. "Sorry."

Len shook his head. "No, it's okay."

"Alright." I nodded, sliding the picture I drew over to him. He looked at me, slightly confused.

"What?" Len asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean 'what'?" I asked, shooting a question back to answer a question.

"Well, why are you giving me this?" He sighed, looking over the drawing.

"Didn't you want it? I drew it for you." I have him my famous puppy eyes. No one could resist my puppy eyes.

"Hnngh.... Fine, thanks." Len neatly folded the page up and slipped it in the pocket of his jacket. He smiled at me.

I smiled back. "What do you wanna play?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Hmm...." Len bit his lip in thought. "Well, yesterday Piko and I played with Legos."

I flinched. Piko didn't give off a good feeling to me.... But I trusted him. Somewhat. He wasn't one that would make a move on Len. Wait, what am I talking about...? "Cool. What'd you build?"

"I built a house, but it wasn't very good." Len shrugged, smiling in embarrassment.

I giggled quietly, crossing my arms. "I bet it looked great, Len."

Len blushed. "T-thanks," he mumbled, burying his face in his crossed arms.

Finally, after more boring lessons and Rin bugging Len to no end, we went back to our own classes for the end of the day. Here was the moment. I had to tell Len the heartbreaking news. I tugged softly on Len's sleeve. "U-um, Len...?"

Len turned around and gave me a confused look. "Yeah?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I-I...um...?" I fumbled over the words, poking my index fingers together nervously. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I continued, "I-I'm moving on Monday. Overseas."

Len's facial expression physically broke. "Wha...t...?" He asked hesitantly, laughing awkwardly. "Y-you're kidding, right...?"

I shook my head. "N-no, unfortunately...."

I saw Len tear up. He sniffled, moving his arms up to hold my shoulders. "O-Ollie...." He started. I tilted my head in confusion, unaware of the tears forming in my own eyes. "...I.... I love you...."

They fell. The tears that I had absentmindedly been holding back poured down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around Len's chest and cried into his shirt. "M-me too...."

My chest hurt. It hurt horribly. Even though I had most likely been denying it, I was in love with Len. I had always taken his confessions as a joke, or in a friendly way, but now I knew. He was in love with me too.

"I-I don't know how long I'll be gone...." I muttered out weakly.

Len held me tightly. I could hear his soft, painful sniffling. "I-I know that...."

"H-hey, make me a-a promise, okay...?" I pulled away, looking Len in the eyes, both of our faces red and stained with tears.

Len nodded. "O-okay," he said confidently, not even caring what the promise was at the moment.

"W-when I get b-back...." I hesitated, debating whether or not I should say what I was thinking. Taking another calming breath to get rid of my stutter, I decided to say it. "W-when I get back...c-can we...g-get....m-m-married...? I-if w-we're old e-enough b-by then...!" I quickly added the last part, averting my eyes. I'm sure we both knew what that meant.

Len tensed up. His faced exploded a dark red, but nodded stiffly. I had blushed even darker now with his reply. We both stood there for a moment before a loud honk was audible from outside.

"Ah!" We both gasped, blushing and giggling. Holding hands, we raced outside, where there were only two cars left. My mother, and—surprisingly—Len's father.

Len let go of my hand and smiled sadly. "Bye," he said, waving at me before hopping into his car.

I waved back, murmuring a "goodbye" as well before hopping in my own car.

"Finish up packing when we get home, okay?" My mother instructed as I buckled up. I nodded.

See you later, Len.