I looked over at Sean's seat to see that it was empty, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty about what had happened earlier that day. I hadn't even meant to slap him, but I did so anyway. I wanted to apologize to him, but at the same time I didn't. I didn't know if he really deserved and apology or not. I mean, he got in a fight with my boyfriend...

"We should hang out today," Cassie suggested as she played with a colored pencil that she was supposed to be using the sketch a flower. "We could go over to my house or go shopping downtown like we used to all the time. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Honestly, it didn't. I was actually kind of surprised with myself that I used to think that that was fun to do. Now all I thought was fun was hanging out with Blake.

"I'm busy today, Cassie," I informed her now, and it wasn't exactly a lie. I didn't have any plans, but I was going to ask Blake if he wanted to go somewhere or just hang out after class ended. We might have only been dating for a few hours, but we hadn't gone on a real date yet and I really wanted to.

"We never hang out anymore!" Cassie nearly shouted, banging her fist on her desk, which caused more than half the class to look over at us. "What are you always doing that just makes you so busy all the time? Do you have to work on that stupid project with Blake Solo every single freaking day?"

"I have stuff with my family, too," I lied, and I secretly hoped that she wouldn't call my mom to try and debunk what I had just told her. "And Blake and I don't work on the project all the time when we're together. He's my friend too, so sometimes we just hang out."

Cassie looked outraged, and I bit the inside of my lip at what I had said. I knew that she wouldn't like hearing that Blake and I were spending any unnecessary time together, and yet I still told her that I spent time with him just for the fun of it. That was why I couldn't tell her that I was actually dating Blake... It would just make everything worse.

"I honestly don't understand you, Leah," Cassie sighed, looking like she could have broken the colored pencil that was still in her hand. "You go and ditch your real friends for someone who's obviously hanging out with you in hopes that your popularity will rub off on him? He might have not had any friends before, but now he has that Jane girl or whatever."

I glanced over at Blake and Jane, who were sitting together across the room from Cassie and me. I wanted nothing more than to just get up and join them, but I knew that I couldn't. Not because of Cassie, but because of Ms. Cassidy.

"You wouldn't understand, Cassie," I shrugged, knowing that she really wouldn't ever understand how Blake and I felt each other. She still thought I secretly liked Sean even though I kept on rejecting him and saying that I never liked him like that before. "Blake means a lot to me, just like you or Leslie do. He's a nice guy and a good friend."

"But... but Sean!" Cassie nearly bellowed, and I felt like smashing my head against my desk to end my misery. "He's out sick and you don't even care!"

I never said that I didn't care. I just knew that Sean was not out sick. He was obviously ditching class because I slapped him and pretty much picked Blake over him, even though he told me that he loved me.

"Sean's still my friend too, Cassie," I told her now, even though I wasn't so sure. "I'm sure he's fine."

At least, I hoped that he was fine. Sean hadn't ever had a girl reject him before, besides me of course, because he was... well, he was Sean Bakersfield. Almost every single girl in the school loved him, and even though I had rejected him before, it had never been like this. He hadn't ever told me that he loved me and I never physically hurt him. Everything was different, and it honestly scared me a little.

"Friend," she snorted, and I couldn't help but make a face at her. "What? I don't think that you and Sean are friends. He's been hitting on you for years and you've been playing hard to get. It's obvious that he likes you Leah; maybe he even loves you."

I forcefully laughed a little too loud, and even more people in the class looked at us now as if we were insane. I smiled sheepishly, not knowing what else I could have done at that embarrassing moment.

Even Blake was looking at me and he was practically deaf! Now that just wasn't fair.

"Sean doesn't love me," I denied stupidly to Cassie once everyone looked away from us. "He just likes me; he always has. It's never been anything more than that to him."

"But to you...?" she prodded, and I felt like taking the colored pencil and shoving it through her hand.

"I don't feel anything for him either," I answered truthfully with a shrug, turning back toward my assignment like what she had said was no big deal at all. But honestly, what Sean had said to me earlier was gnawing at me. He actually said he loved me, which was something that I never expected from him.

I looked up to see Blake, who had been staring right back at me. I smiled at him, which only caused Blake to smirk right back at me.

When the bell rang shrilly, signaling that we could finally leave this hellhole, I couldn't have been happier. Getting away and getting a break from Cassie was something that I definitely needed. If I had to spend another minute with her, she would have had a colored pencil in her hand or shoulder...

"Hey," I smiled at Blake once I waved goodbye to Cassie and she could no longer see us. "I was wondering if we could hang out today. Maybe we could go on a first date as an official couple or something?"

"Sure," he smiled, looking almost excited at the thought of a date. I couldn't blame him; I felt the same way. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

"You don't have to go see Dr. Carlisle or see Carrie today, do you?" I asked him now as we hurried our way off campus. "I know you said something about Mondays and Tuesdays, but you went to go see Dr. Carlisle on that Sunday and Carrie just popped in randomly two times I was at your apartment."

Blake smiled at me. "Nope, I don't have to see either of them today. I'm all yours."

I grinned back at him. "Just how I like it."

"Looks like you scared off Sean," Blake said, grabbing onto my hand and lacing his fingers through mine once we finally got off campus. "I wasn't really surprised when I saw that he didn't come to class."

"Well, aren't you acting smug," I couldn't help but tease just a little as I spun in front of him so I was now walking backwards as we continued on.

"I can't act smug?" Blake smirked back at me, and the look on his face made butterflies erupt in my stomach. "I did get the girl, after all. And it's surprising, since usually the popular guy gets the girl, not the creepy one."

"You're not creepy," I nearly pouted, poking him in the stomach before leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're perfect."

"I'm not perfect," Blake laughed, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders now. "I'm far from perfect. The whole schizophrenia thing, remember? I'm pretty sure that's the last thing that would make me perfect."

I couldn't help but smile up at him. "Not in my eyes."

Blake smiled back down at me, brushing a piece of hair out of my face as he said, "Well, you're perfect in every way, shape, and form, I guess it's just rubbing off on me."

"You're such a suck up," I giggled, playing with his hair a little.

"Ah, well," he shrugged, "it's easy when you have the most beautiful girl in the world as your girlfriend."

"Okay, now you're just overdoing it," I laughed, stretching up on my toes and pressing my lips to his. "But I like the compliments, so you can continue."

Blake laughed as well. "And I like the kisses, so I guess I will."

I just smiled up at him, not believing such an amazing guy was all mine. I didn't care if he had schizophrenia or any other mental disorder; he was perfect to me and for me in every single way possible.

"I've been meaning to ask you..." I gulped, something suddenly coming to my mind now that I thought of his schizophrenia. "It's just that... Um..."

"Are you okay, Leah?"

"I'm fine, I was just wondering if you've ever tried taking medication before..." I couldn't help but ask, since I couldn't help but be curious about it. "I mean, you had to have tried taking the medication to know that you can't take it, right?"

"I've tried taking pills before, but I've always choked," Blake answered, a frown on his face as he thought about it. "And my body just rejects every other method of medication. That's why I always listen to my music. It's the only thing that's ever stopped me from hearing the voices. When I first tried it out, I didn't even think it would work."

I frowned at him. I hated that he had this problem and there was nothing that either of us could do about it. What he was going through was so horrible... and there was nothing I could do about it.

Suddenly, something dawned on me. A smile etched its way onto my face, and Blake blinked down at me in concern. It almost made me laugh, but I made sure to stop myself before it could slip out.

"I have an idea," I smiled slightly, causing Blake to look at me suspiciously. "Can we go see Dr. Carlisle together today?"

Blake blinked. "We could try, but we might have to wait for a while because he'll probably be with other patients. I usually go and see him on Mondays, so... yeah."

"Well, let's go try to see him," I suggested with a nod, grabbing onto his hand and turning in the other direction, which was the direction of the hospital. Blake stayed silent behind me nearly the entire way there, and I could tell he was completely confused about what I was doing.

When the receptionist behind the counter first saw me storming in, she gave me a look that made it look like she thought I was insane. She then saw Blake and smiled, so I assumed that she knew him.

"Today isn't your regular scheduled day, Blake," she said once we came up next to her. "Did you schedule another appointment with Dr. Carlisle?"

"Actually..."

"Yes," I answered for him, cutting him off before he gave an answer that might have gotten us shooed away. "He did."

The receptionist nodded. "Well, Dr. Carlisle is on his break right now, but I'm sure he's in his office at the moment if you want to--"

"Perfect," I smiled, grabbing onto Blake's hand again and darting off the hallway toward Dr. Carlisle's office before the receptionist could finish.

"Okay, you're freaking me out just a little," Blake informed me as I hurried down the hallway. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"No," I answered with a smile on my face as I skidded to a stop in front of Dr. Carlisle's office. "But believe me, if this works, you're going to love me even more."

Blake shook his head. "Not possible."

I smirked, pecking him on the lips before turning and knocking on Dr. Carlisle's door. We waited for a few moments in silence, and I could hear Blake's music as we waited. When the door finally opened, the anticipation was practically killing me.

"Leah, Blake," Dr. Carlisle blinked, looking surprised to see us. "What are you two doing here?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," Blake agreed, giving me a look as Dr. Carlisle allowed us inside so we could sit down.

"Sorry, there's only one chair," Dr. Carlisle apologized when he noticed Blake and I both eyeing the only chair besides Dr. Carlisle's behind his desk. "I wasn't expecting more than one person in here today."

"It's fine," I assured, nearly forcing Blake into the chair before sitting down right in his lap. "We can sit like this, as long as Blake doesn't mind."

Blake's face was crimson. "I... I don't mind."

"You two sure are... close," Dr. Carlisle observed as he sat down in his own seat slowly.

"Well, we're dating now," I smiled, proud that I was able to tell someone besides Blake that. "We just started dating today."

Dr. Carlisle's eyebrows rose on his forehead. "Oh, that's great. So I'm assuming that he knows that you know about..."

"Yes," I nodded. "He knows."

"That's good," the doctor nodded. "And I just wanted to say, I'm very sorry for telling Leah your secret, Blake. It's something I shouldn't have done, even if everything did work out between the two of you."

"It's alright, really," Blake smiled slightly, his hand slipping into mine. "You just did something that was too difficult for me to do. I appreciate it."

Dr. Carlisle smiled at us. "So what are you two here today for?"

"Are you going to tell us why you brought me here or are we just going to continue chatting?" Blake now asked, his chin now on my shoulder as he looked up at me. "You're really heavy and making my legs fall asleep..."

"What happened to being the most beautiful girl in the world?" I nearly squawked.

"I was just kidding!"

I would have kissed him if Dr. Carlisle wasn't there, but instead I merely poked him in the knee before saying, "But anyway, the reason why I brought us here was because I had an idea that I thought you should know."

Dr. Carlisle nodded. "Okay. Elaborate."

"Well, I know that Blake can't swallow pills because they make him choke," I started, feeling like I was going to now start rambling. "And I also know that his body just rejects every other form of medication, so I was thinking about it and I thought of something that might solve one of these problems."

Dr. Carlisle looked intrigued. "Alright, continue."

"When I was younger and I was sick, my mom would make me take pills. I don't know why; she just had this thing with chewables and liquids. But anyway, when I was younger, I couldn't swallow pills either. I would choke on them all the way up until I was nine, so when I was really young I didn't take any medicine when I was sick at all because I just couldn't, just like Blake..."

I was already out of breath, but I wasn't about to stop talking. I really thought that we were about to get to a breakthrough.

"So my dad had an idea one day when I was about six," I continued now. "He knew that I couldn't swallow pills on my own, and there was no way he could talk my mom into letting me take some other type of medicine. So one day, when I was really sick, my dad came into my room with a bowl of ice cream. Now, I thought this was weird because my mom said I could never have sweets when I was sick, but my dad encouraged me to eat it. So, of course, as I six-year-old child, I was going to eat the ice cream. But when I was done, my father told me that he stuck the pills inside and I never even noticed. I didn't gag at all, and I felt so much better afterwards."

Both Dr. Carlisle and Blake were staring at me, and I was afraid that they might have thought that I was crazy for telling them this story and thinking that it might have worked for Blake. It might have worked for me when I was six, but I guess I really didn't know anything about schizophrenia medication...

"You know what, Leah?" Dr. Carlisle finally said, and I gulped. "I think... I think that actually might work."

I stared at him in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. My idea might actually work? The doctor actually thought that my idea might work?

"I'm going to go write a prescription for the mdications you need, Blake," Dr. Carlisle told us, still looking kind of shocked as he got up from his seat. "Just wait here and I'll be right back in a couple of minutes."

Dr. Carlisle shut the door behind him once he left, leaving Blake and I in a white room filled with silence. I could hear his music blaring, and the thought of him not having to use his headphones anymore made me smile. He'd actually be able to hear my voice when I spoke; he'd be able to hear everyone else and not have to read their lips.

"You..." Blake started, his arms suddenly wrapping around my waist from behind. "You're... amazing."

I shrugged. "I try."

He turned me around so I was now facing him, leaning toward me and pressing his lips to mine harder than he ever had before. I responded immediately, excited and scared at the same time since we were in a doctor's office in a hospital, but that didn't stop me from kissing him back like nothing was wrong at all.

When the door to the office opened, Blake and I immediately pushed away from each other, but I knew Dr. Carlisle had seen us. He smirked, making his way back to his desk.

"Well, all you need now is the ice cream," Dr. Carlisle sighed once he handed Blake his medications.

"I have ice cream at home," Blake said, and it surprised me just a little. Blake didn't seem like the kind of guy that would even go shopping, which I knew couldn't be right since he lived alone. But when he saw the look on my face, he made sure to add, "Carrie bought it for me. I don't even think I opened it yet."

"So it'll be a new, fresh start," I smiled, holding onto his hand tightly.

Blake smiled at me, and we both hurried out of there after saying goodbye to Dr. Carlisle. We both wanted to hurry up and get back to his apartment so we could see if this ice cream idea would actually work for him like it had worked for me.

"It's in the freezer?" I asked him the second we stepped into his apartment.

"Yep," he said, making his way into the living room while I made my way into the kitchen.

I opened the freezer, my breath catching in my throat when I saw the ice cream. This was it. This was the time we were going to find out if Blake could actually get better.

"Cookie dough," I smiled into the freezer. "My favorite."

I took the ice cream out of the freezer and grabbed a bowl and two spoons, knowing I was going to want some of this later. I then picked up the box of the medication that Blake had handed me before we had gotten into his apartment, reading the label to make sure I put the right amount in, even though Dr. Carlisle told us how many he needed to take right before we left.

"I really love that you have your own apartment," I told Blake honestly as I made my way into his living room with the ice cream in my hand. He was sitting on the couch and I sat right down next to him. "No one can just come in here and interrupt us. That would happen if we were over at my house."

"Yeah, well, Carrie could still pop in whenever she likes," Blake shrugged, and thinking about her almost made me laugh. "She has a key, unfortunately."

"Well, today isn't her normally visiting day, so I don't think we should really worry about her right now," I smiled, looking down at the ice cream that I was now holding in my lap. "You ready?"

Blake let out a shaky breath, staring down at the bowl I was holding. I stared at him, knowing how anxious and scared he must have felt. We were about to find out if there was any hope in him getting better that didn't involve music. We were going to find out if there was actually a chance that he was going to get better.

"What if I choke?" he swallowed, staring down at the bowl nervously. "If I choke, I could die. Right in front of you. I don't want to die right in front of you, Leah. I don't even want to die at all."

"Blake. Just trust me, okay?" I told him, "If you start to choke, I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Blake gave me a look. "That isn't for when you're choking, Leah."

I looked away from him. "Maybe I just wanted an excuse to kiss you."

He smiled at me, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine for only a few seconds, which was way too short. "You don't need an excuse."

"You ready?" I repeated once he pulled away from me, fingering the spoon as I waited. "It's going to melt if we wait any longer."

Blake let out a long breath. "I'm ready."

I gulped, picking up the spoon with the first ice cream covered pill on it. This one was the biggest, so I knew if Blake could swallow this one, he could swallow the rest of them with no problem.

"It's just like swallowing normal ice cream," I assured him as I lifted the spoon towards his mouth. "Just pretend that it's normal ice cream that we got on our first date..."

"Some hell of a first date," he muttered, and I almost laughed at how unhappy he sounded.

"I promise you, we'll go out on a real first date together soon," I said right as the spoon was now touching his lips. "You ready?"

"You should probably stop asking me that. It's just making it worse."

I bit the inside of my lip, placing the spoon in his mouth when he nodded at me. I quickly removed it, living the ice cream in his mouth, and he quickly tried to swallow it as fast as he could.

We just sat there for a moment, and I had no idea what was going on because he wasn't responding. For a second I thought that he was somehow choking, but I didn't make any movements just in case. What the hell was going on?

"I... I didn't choke," he stuttered, his eyes wide as he stared at me. "I actually didn't choke."

"See?" I smiled, ecstatic over the fact that it actually worked. "What did I tell you? I told you it was going to work!"

He smiled back at me, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine again. When he pulled away from me, we did the other ones he needed to swallow with ease. I couldn't believe that my idea actually worked! Blake was actually taking medication for his schizophrenia, and soon he wasn't going to have to listen to music all the time anymore.

"You really are amazing, Leah," Blake smiled once we were finished. "If it wasn't for you... I'd be nowhere near this. I'd be listening to music every day for the rest of my life."

I bit my lip. "But I'd love you either way."

He laughed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine once again. I leaned into the kiss a lot more excited than I meant to, which caused us both to fall back onto the couch so that Blake was on his back and I was on top of him. I thought that this would stop him from continuing on, but it definitely didn't.

We continued on for about five more minutes until the front door suddenly opened and a familiar voice shouting, "Blake! Are you home?" rang out through the apartment.

"Yeah," Blake called out, not sounding very happy at all.

Carrie walked into the living room, her eyes widening when she saw me on top of Blake. I bit the inside of my lip, not sure what we were supposed to say to her.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked, not knowing if she should look away or not.

"Kind of," Blake answered, and I quickly scrambled off of him out of embarrassment. It might have been Carrie that we were talking to, but that still didn't make it any less awkward or embarrassing for me.

"So... you two are together now, I'm assuming?" Carrie asked, and her tone made my cheeks burn. I simply nodded, and the older woman squealed. "Finally! I thought you two were never going to come to your senses. I swear, the sexual tension between the two of you was so obvious that it almost hurt! Seriously, I was getting tempted to just lock you two in a room together until one of you made a move and--"

"Okay, Carrie," Blake finally snapped, cutting the redhead off before she could continue on. "We get it. Lots of sexual tension, lots of time passed--"

"Lots of longing stares and loving gestures..."

"Carrie!"

She now stared down at the medication on the coffee table. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Blake hesitated for a moment before he told her what had happened and how I had come up with an idea to help him swallow his medication. Carrie looked like she was going to start crying, and I nearly fell off the couch when she suddenly pounced and hugged me.

"Carrie," Blake sighed when he noticed that I could no longer breathe. "The point of a hug is not to kill the other person."

"Oh, I know you'd rather have Blake hold you," Carrie started, causing both Blake and my cheeks to turn bright red, "but I'm just so happy right now! I didn't think Blake would ever be able to take medication!"

"Carrie..." Blake groaned.

"Let's go out to celebrate!" Carrie announced now, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me up from the couch. "My treat!"

Blake and I looked at each other and smiled, neither of us about to pass up the opportunity for free food. So we grabbed each other's hand and followed Carrie out of the apartment, neither of us having anything to worry about for what felt like the rest of our lives.

But oh, was I wrong.

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The video on the side... is so perfect. I made it because I was bored and I didn't think that it would turn out so realistic and good. :D

So... Pretty Little Liars was back on tonight. Well... I guess you could say it was on yesterday, since it's three o'clock in the morning, but that's not important. The point is, all I see when I watch it now is Jordan and Leah.

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