{ Your P.O.V }

          "Go on you three, out out out." I said as I lightly pushed on their backs towards the front door to the apartment.

          This morning is the morning after that amazing concert and Camus, the poor thing, hasn't gotten up yet which can only mean one thing. He's sick. I've managed to keep everyone out of his room so he could rest and now I have the pleasure of convincing the other three members of the Quartet that I can care for their fallen member and also myself while they're out completing their schedules for today. The only major thing the four of them had scheduled for today was a television interview and their manager has already contacted the station, saying that Camus isn't going to be attending today's broadcast due to his poor health. Hopefully the other members won't screw anything up too badly with that icy-cold man not being there to keep them in line...

          Reiji turned around just before I managed to push him out the door as well. "Are you sure My Special Girl?" He asked with genuine concern laced through out his words. "A sick Myu-chan is a scary Myu-chan. We can cancel to stay behind and help you out if you want?"

          I shook my head at that. "No, you guys cannot be one of those "everyone or no one" type of bands if it's all because someone has a slight cold." I said with a pointed look. "If Camus was really sick then I'd make an exception but he should be fine in a couple days and you cannot miss all those schedules."

          "She has a point." AI spoke up with just a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips that nearly caused me to faint right there on the spot.

          "Tsk, Princess will live Reiji, now let's get going before we're late." Ranmaru then said as he grabbed the back of Reiji's shirt collar and began dragging him out of the apartment, sending me one last smirk before disappearing around the corner.

          Quickly, I said my goodbyes to them and then scurried off towards Camus's room. It's unlike him to stay in bed this long. He's usually one of the first up (besides AI that is) within this household. Camus sleeping in must mean he's really not feeling well.

          I lightly knocked on his door and when I didn't get a response, I slowly gripped the round door nob and twisted it till I heard a faint click. His room was clean as ever and for the first time ever, I saw him in here but probably not in a light he'd want to be shown in.

          Camus was lying on his side with his back facing me as I made my way towards him. I sat down beside him on the edge of his bed and gently began tucking his stray strands of platinum blonde hair behind his ear and out of his face. His hair is really soft, like, softer than a really soft cats fur.

          That's something weird to compare him to isn't it..?

          With a shrug of my shoulders, I carefully began brushing through his hair as lightly as I could. The way he leaned into my touch made me internally shriek and faint as I surprisingly remained completely calm on the outside. His eyebrows were knitted together and he seemed to be breathing more heavily than normal. Camus must be feeling horrible right about now...

          "Hey Cam-chan." I lightly called out to him as I continued brushing through his soft locks. A mumbled groan was all I got in reply and I decided to try waking him up again. "Camus, wake up for a second." I said with a small laugh at his childishness.

          Those icy blue eyes opened just enough for him to look at me through his thick eyelashes. Though, for once, the animosity and coldness that usually accompanies his harsh glares wasn't there. His eyes held a soft, unusual warmth to them which, needless to say, caught me very much off guard.

          "___?" He mumbled my name tiredly.

          I giggled before I continued brushing through his hair. "Morning sleepyhead, want some soup for breakfast?"

          Camus groaned as he tried closing his eyes again. "I don't want to eat, now leave my chamber peasant." He said in his usual deep voice that would normally intimidate me into listening to his command. But for some reason, I didn't listen and instead just sighed at the fact he can go from adorable to mean in such little time.

          Maybe he's just hangry?

          With that thought in mind, I slowly rose from his bed and made a move to exit his room. But right as I was about to take a step away, his fingers suddenly wrapped around my relatively small wrist, preventing me from walking a single step away. I glanced over my shoulder only to see him now lying on his back as he stares up at me with those mesmerizing ice blue eyes of his.

          "C'mon Camus, I'm going to go make you some soup, now let go." I chuckled while trying to remove my wrist from his grip.

          Without so much as a warning, Camus suddenly yanked on my wrist, forcing me to very ungracefully fall down face first onto his mattress beside him.

          For the love of everything holy-

          Internally crying at this point, I slowly shifted so that I was lying on my side facing the platinum blonde as he turned to look into my eyes with his own. His fingers were still wrapped around my wrist as he made sure to keep me close to him.

          "Why?" He suddenly murmured.

          "Why what?" I asked back.

          Camus sighed. "Why do I not want you to leave?" He asked more to himself than me. "Why can't I just ignore you like I do with that female composer?"

          Something about the way he asked that made my heart clench ever so slightly and butterflies begin to flutter around in my stomach. He sounds almost pained by his own realization. "You're sick Camus, just sleep some and you'll feel better sooner or later." The second I made a move to get up, his grip on my wrist tightened and he instinctively wrapped his free arm around my waist, dragging me closer to him and essentially caging my smaller frame in place. "C-Camus..." I stuttered his name out in surprise.

          Those icy blue eyes looked deeply into my own before he buried his face into the crook of my neck, sighing in contentment once he was sure I wouldn't be trying to leave again. Honestly, does he not know how fast my heart is beating right now? I can barely keep my composure and oh my gosh, I'm lying in bed with one of my idols. Well I'm seriously going to die... Maybe this is the worlds punishment for never cleaning my room back at the orphanage because this is just torture.

          My phone in my back pocket suddenly began buzzing and I quickly took it out only to see who's calling me. This is not the time! Why do you decide to call when I'm literally in the middle of having a seizure due to having to bury my intense fangirl emotions deep down in my dark soul?!

          "Hey Oto-kun." I whispered into the phone while trying to sound normal as loud chatter rang out from his side of the line.

          "Hey ___-chan, just wanted to tell you that me and the other guys should be back in a few days!" He yelled happily. "Oh, how've you been after losing your apartment and all? Everything alright with you?"

          "I'm doing fine, perfect actually, how's your tour going?" I lied like an idiot.

          "Great!" Otoya laughed. "Ren and Tokiya had a duet yesterday and it was amazing~"

          I couldn't help but to smile at his enthusiasm. Thankfully Camus was out cold so I didn't have to worry about Otoya's loud voice waking him up. I'm not exactly sure how to handle this platinum blonde right now but I think the best thing to do is to let him sleep as long as he needs to. Rest is probably what's best for him at this moment despite the fact I can feel my entire life force dwindling away with every passing second.

          "Oh ___-chan!" Otoya suddenly spoke up again after thinking for a bit. "Are you watching Quartet Nights interview right now?"

          "Hm no." I mumbled with a slight sulk. "Am I missing anything good?"

          "You could say that My Lady." Ren's voice suddenly cut in as Otoya put our conversation on speaker.

          A loud yell nearly broke my eardrum directly afterwards. "___! WHY ARE YOU LIVING WITH QUARTET NIGHT?!" Syo literally shrieked. He shrieked, for fu-

          Wait... WHAT?!

          "I-I don't know what any of you are talking about..." I quickly stuttered while then proceeding to mentally slap my forehead.

          Tokiya scoffed. "Photos have been taken of you leaving their apartment and also of you backstage at their concert the other night," he said insightfully, "this is the topic they're currently discussing actually."

          "You're living with our senpais?" Natsuki asked.

          "I wondered where you were currently residing." Masato's cool voice spoke up. "But I never would have guessed you were staying with those four."

          Otoya laughed at that. "I can't believe you're staying with them." He said, clearly amused at my predicament. "But if you're at their apartment, don't tell me, are you with Camus right now..?"

          "No..."

          "You so are!" Cecil mused.

          "Rei-chan just said that Camus had to stay back because he had gotten sick after last nights performance which means you so stayed back to take care of him didn't you?" Otoya asked and I could practically hear him smiling like an idiot.

          I sighed. "Fine, you've found me out. I've been living here since my apartment burned down." I caved. "And don't any of you even dare making any jokes or I will kill you all when you come back to Japan."

          Camus shifted slightly as he pulled me closer to him, burying his face further into my neck. He opened a single eye to look up at me before letting go of my wrist and snatching my phone straight out of my hand.

          "You annoying peasants are interrupting my time to rest, now leave ___ alone for today or I will make your lives as my juniors worse than ever before you ungrateful swine."

          I felt my eyes widen as he ended the call right then and there and then handed me back my phone with a soft, obviously tired smile. "You're mine ___ so only pay attention to me..."

          You did not just hang up that phone call you sickly son of a bit-

          My thoughts were cut off as I suddenly felt a warmth pressed gently against my lips. I gasped at the foreign feeling while staring wide eyed at Camus.

          He's.

          Kissing.

          Me.

          And this is where I die and go to heaven.

          Camus lazily kissed me as I just laid there stiff as a statue. I don't know what to do. Is there anything I can do? Other than freaking out that is?! Wait. He's sick. This doesn't mean anything. Not a single thing because he's just too sick to realize what he's doing. But why is my heart racing more than ever before and why am I fighting the urge to kiss him back..? Oh, this is just so wrong! Someone save me from my reality...

          "___." Camus whispered my name once he pulled back a bit just enough to press our foreheads together. "I don't know why, but, I need you by my side."

          My heart clenched at that as he suddenly fell right back asleep. His forehead is burning hot and I'm sure I must be too right about now. Quickly, I managed to get out of Camus's tight hold and ran off to the kitchen to finally start his soup breakfast that's really more like lunch right about now.

          How in the world did I just survive that? I should be dead after being kissed by that man. But oh my gosh he kissed me!

          Jsnakcnsmjxnamdnd

          I can't handle this. I just need to get through today and everything will return to normal tomorrow, yeah, this is just him being all loopy from being sick. Doesn't mean a single thing.

          Eventually, I made it back to Camus's room with a warm bowl of soup and also some medicine for him to take. I woke the platinum blonde up and managed to keep my composure as I forced him to eat at least half of the bowl and then take his medicine. He simply did as I instructed him to without a fight. Though he never took his eyes off of me. I wonder why that is?

          Something was running through his mind and I couldn't tell what. Something about me? Probably. He did just kiss me after all.

          Oh how am I ever going to forget that kiss?! It was so soft and delicate and NO! Must forget and act like it never happened! Mustn't give in to the temptation known as Camus. That's a death wish right there.

          Hours passed by of Camus sleeping in his room and me lounging in the living room before I heard the front doors lock click and footsteps enter the apartment. I couldn't get that kiss off my mind and it really threw me for a loop when the other three idols I live with suddenly appeared in the living room.

          Reiji excitedly rushed into the room with a wide grin before jumping onto the couch beside me, wrapping his arms tightly around my smaller frame in a giant hug without hesitation. "How's My Special Girl? Did Camus treat you badly?" He asked concerned.

          "I'm fine." I laughed. "He's been sleeping pretty much the entire time."

          "Really? He hasn't spoken to you?" AI asked with a blank expression.

          I shook my head. "He's only spoken a bit but not much. Why?"

          "Because Camus has a habit of speaking everything that's on his mind when he's this sick." The tealette answered. "His words are nothing but his truest feelings which can be overwhelming at times."

          You don't say...

          Ranmaru chuckled. "You okay their Princess? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

          Reiji glared at the rocker before looking back to me. "Did Camus say anything?"

          "No." I said monotonously. "Nothing at all."

          The three idols just watched as I zombie walked back to my room and lightly shut the door with a soft click. I couldn't stay around them with this new information.

          Everything Camus said was his true feelings? That can't be. He doesn't like me and never will. It must have been his fever talking, it had to be. Camus liking me is such a long shot and I'm not going to let my fangirl heart get ahead of itself thinking that an idol actually likes me. Me! A plain and normal girl with absolutely no life goals other than to collect all the Quartet Night merch she possibly can in this lifetime.

          Today was just Camus being sick. Nothing more and nothing less. He didn't mean what he said and he just said it out of being delusional or something.

          Yup.

          There's no way Camus likes me.

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Eighth chapter done and oh my gosh just no.

I'm crying omg Camus just no I'm not even repeating it because I'm about to throw a chair at a wall or something. alxnaksjwndj Why did I write this?!

Question of the Chapter ~ What do you think could possibly happen next after this not-so-small incident?

Anyway, thanks for reading all this and be sure to comment, vote, do what you want to x3 Now I'm going to start writing the ninth chapter ^^

Till next time everyone,
Bye Byes~
~Kat<3