~Len's POV~

"Back!" Oliver said as he skipped over to me. My mood from what Piko had given me immediately changed back to cheerful.

"Hey," I said, handing James back over to Ollie.

There was a short, awkward silence between us as Oliver sat down, but I soon broke the silence.

"Ollie," I started, and I could see him flinch, "I...like you...."

Oliver looked confused, but his confusion turned into cheerfulness. "I like you too, Len!" He giggled, placing James down on the table to hop around as he grabbed another piece of paper and began to sloppily draw all over it.

I sighed, disappointed. Another failed attempt. Maybe it wasn't the right timing? Maybe it wasn't the right atmosphere? Maybe.... No! That can't be it! I shook my head and stood up.

"I'm going to be right back." I didn't specify where I was going, which was odd for me because I usually told Oliver everything I had to say with no secrets whatsoever.

"Okay." Oliver didn't question why I hadn't told him where. I guess to him it didn't really matter, but to me it did. He probably hadn't noticed that it was a usual thing for me either.

I walked out of the classroom and down the hall. To be honest, I had no idea where I was going, but it was anywhere but that empty classroom.

"Eh? Why are you out here?" A voice I hadn't recognized came from behind me. I turned my head back. It was a girl with turquoise hair in twintails. She was tall from my perspective, so I was guessing she was one of the workers here.

She hurried over to me, scooping me up in her arms and carrying me back to a classroom. But...it wasn't mine.

"Go back to playing now, okay?" The girl gently pushed me forward while patting my back. I didn't restrain myself, because I knew she would beat me if I did anyway.

I walked around the classroom. There were more kids than in my classroom, and I didn't know any of them. Nothing new there.

"Uwah! Len!" I looked to my right—where the voice came from—and saw that my sister was in this class. Time to come up with an escape plan. I need to get out of here before I have to spend any more time with her. Too annoying.

"Hi...." I mumbled the word, reluctant to say it in the first place. I hated my sister. I know it's mean to say that, but it was true. I couldn't stand her. She made my blood boil, and I hated every minute I spent with her.

"Why are you here?" She asked, poking my cheek.

I took a step back in disgust. "I...dunno.... Well, bye." I turned to leave, but she grabbed my hand. I had to place a hand over my mouth before puking all over the floor.

"Don't go, Len!" She started tearing up. What a crybaby.

"This isn't my class," I said, annoyed.

"But...you can stay a while longer, right...?" She gave me puppy-dog eyes. Disgusting.

"No," I replied bluntly, making the tears fall down her chubby face. I didn't feel guilty. I hated her. It didn't matter to me how she felt.

I pulled my arm away from her grip and quickly ran out the classroom and back to my own. Back to my sweet Ollie. Finally.

"Hello," Oliver said to me. He was still drawing.

"Hi," I replied, resting my head on top of his. James was still hopping around the table. It was a miracle that no one saw him yet. "Do you know the blue-haired girl who works here?"

Oliver looked up from his drawing, slightly confused. "You mean...." He thought for a moment, trying to remember her name. "...Miku...?"

I nodded. "If that's her name. I ran into her and was brought to a different classroom by accident."

Oliver giggled quietly. It was adorable. "Really? That's silly, Len."

"I guess." I shrugged, letting out a soft chuckle as well. Groaning, I told Oliver the worst part of leaving the safety of my own classroom, "I also ran into Rin."

"Hmm? That's nice." Oliver smiled at me, nodding.

"Eh? No, not at all!" I shook my head frantically to get the message across. I even waved my hands to tell him 'no' as well. "I hate her! She's so annoying!" I crossed my arms and pursed my lips in anger.

"Len, you shouldn't talk like that about your own sister." Oliver seemed disappointed, which hurt me.

"Ack.... Fine, but that won't change how I feel!" I turned my head away from him and puffed my cheeks out for added effect.

He nodded, giggling again. "Right, right."

"How about you?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Hmm?" He went back to drawing, and hummed in confusion.

"Do you have any siblings?" I poked his shoulder, tilting my head to the side.

"Yeah." His answer was blunt. I needed more detail, so I asked more questions.

"Gender? Age?" I poked him again.

"Male. He's in first grade." Oliver stuck his head out as he said that.

"Older brother? What's his name? What does he look like?" I kept poking Oliver over and over as I continued to bug him.

"Len," he said, annoyance laced in his tone.

"Ah! Sorry!" I pulled my hand away and scratched awkwardly at the back of my neck.

"It's fine." I sighed in relief. I wouldn't want Ollie to hate me! That'd ruin my plans! I couldn't ever express my love for him! I'd fail!

"Good." I grinned at Oliver, even if he didn't look over at me. Sure, that was annoying. He should only look at me. All the time. Never at anyone else.

"Can I come over to your house after school?" The question suddenly forced its way out of my lips.

A bit shocked, Oliver looked back up at me. "Um...sure, I guess?" He smiled awkwardly and shrugged.

I lit up and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Aw, thank you, Oliver! You're the best!"

Ollie giggled, grabbing onto my shoulders. "You're welcome? You're so hyper...."

"I know~" I pulled away, laughing, which made Oliver laugh even more. Before we knew it, we were both in giggling fits and couldn't calm down until the teacher started her lessons.

Luckily, James was never caught. What a smart bird....