/ - I'm kind of so-so on this story, but I thought I may as well publish the first bit instead of letting it rot in my documents. I aim to finish it. Hope you like it.

Beacon's canteen was a cloaking cold, like an ice liquor, and so vast that no number of radiators would nurse the situation. It was, however, beautifully quiet on a Saturday evening, open until midnight, and housed a near limitless supply of a certain treasured delicacy; yoghurt. It made sense then that Beacon's local heiress - who was currently having a meltdown - could be found residing in the corner with a notebook, textbook, scroll, and pile of discarded yoghurts infront of her.

Her two accomplices, a napalm blonde and contrastingly reserved faunus, sat opposite her, each taking in Weiss' newly born suffering to different degrees.

"Y'know, I could sell this scoop to a newspaper - I'd be rich in twenty-four hours." Yang looked at her partner, who was lost in her paperback. She considered her outrageous plan, and thought that two minds could be better than one - so she proposed an offer to her. "Listen, if you write it down for me, I'll split the royalties fifty-fifty. Promise."

Blake, who had only taken notice when Yang jabbed her with her elbow, glanced at her incredulously. "What are you talking about?"

"Weiss' misadventure. Selling it to a paper." Yang's expression dropped with disappointment at the girl's lack of enthusiasm. "Don't you think that's a good idea?"

Blake shook her head and returned to her book, she was quick in her response. "No, it's a terrible idea; no-one's going to buy your story."

Well, she could have brought Yang down gently, who groaned, and with Blake's disapproval, threw the idea out of the window. "Whatever." She stretched in her seat. "You'll be sorry when I am the second richest girl in Beacon."

Weiss scribbled across her page, catching on to who she was talking about near immediately. "You overestimate how rich I am, Yang."

She narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "Your dad's a billionaire, Weiss. I do not think it's possible to overestimate how rich you are."

Weiss reached for her eraser and rid of something from the page. "That doesn't make me rich, it makes the family rich. But that's not to say it's my money."

Yang nodded. "Okay, what's your monthly allowance?"

Weiss shrugged. "Circa ten-thousand lien."

Yang wheezed a laugh in shock, and even Blake looked up from her book. The blonde turned to her partner. "Don't worry, Blake, she's not that rich. It's only around ten-thousand!"

Blake squinted at Weiss, who was still focused on her homework and writing madly. A new book had caught her eye in that bookstore... "Can I have some?"

Yang laughed as Weiss frowned. "No, it's mine."

Blake glanced at Yang in humour, and returned to her book. "Alright." Yang announced. "How about I blackmail you instead?"

Weiss' pencil nearly snapped. "You are not blackmailing me."

Yang shrugged. "Uh, yeah, I am." She leaned forward. "Give me five-hundred, or everyone knows about your little thing for Jaune."

Weiss only glared through Yang in response, and dismissed her with a single word. "No."

Her blackmailer was taken aback. "Wha-... why?"

"Because no one will believe you, nor will they care."

"I care."

Weiss took her attention away from her homework. "That's because you were laughing at me, and find it hilarious." 'Which it isn't'. "No one else will, and so won't care."

Yang gestured at Blake. "She cares."

"Not particularly." Blake muttered.

Her partner thinned her lips in frustration. "Do you want free money, or not?"

"I don't believe in blackmail, Yang. It's immoral."

"Why don't you just support me? This once."

Blake only shrugged and hummed a noise of indecision, turning the page in her book. "What even happened with Weiss?"

"Have you not been listening?"

"Not really."

Yang smirked. "Two things, the most important of which is that Weiss admitted - admitted - to me, that she's got it for Arc."

Weiss kept her cool as the urge for yet another yoghurt built. "I did not."

"Did too."

"Did not." Weiss snarled. "I made a purely platonic comment, and you took it out of proportion. As always."

"Does Jaune go to the gym?"

"Why?"

"Well, he's got a good frame, don't you think?"

"Uh."

"Like, what do you think he looks... under his shirt. Do you think he goes to the gym?"

"Pfft..."

Blake raised an eyebrow. Just this once, she would support Yang and be hyperbolic, and pretend, that it was really, very quite bad. "That's not..." She shook her head and returned to her book for the something time, holding a smile back in her roleplay. "Weiss..."

Inside, Weiss had been betting her confidence in herself on Blake's opinion, and her seemingly pitiful look shot the heiress down from her high-horse. On top of her comment, Friday lesson two had been a bit of a disaster, with the whole pen-exploding-getting-covered-in-ink debacle, and standing up and leaving halfway through a conversation with Jaune because she lost her train of thought. It wasn't her fault that Jaune was somewhat dreamy, she was having an off-day that Friday, is all.

Though, Blake's words meant she would have to reconsider... "What? Do you think that's bad?" She sounded desparate now, and Yang's grin wasn't helping. "It was just a compliment."

Yang chuckled. "You have it bad, Weiss. You don't just casually say something like that."

Weiss thinned her lips in a frown, sighing in frustration. This was just bad luck, maybe she had looked at him from a good angle, or maybe she was assuming good things about him that weren't true! "It was just a coincidence."

"How was that a coincidence?"

Coincidence had been the wrong word. That wasn't right. "Uh." She shook her head, and scrambled for a rebuttal. "Listen, I'm sure, somewhere, there's a parallel universe where it's the other way round. So just give me a pass."

Yang looked at Blake in disbelief and cackled. "Sorry, of course. I'll let you off this once because of this parallel-universe-Weiss, who Jaune chases after instead?" She shook her head. "I know he's a bit of a doofus in this universe, but come on Weiss."

"I don't chase after him."

"You seemed pretty eager to speak to him yesterday."

"He was sitting next to me, that's not a chase." Weiss stood up, grabbing a lien note from inside her textbook. "That's normal etiquette, I was making conversation."

"Well it didn't take long for you to destroy it." Weiss didn't respond to Yang's mockery, instead turning away. "Where do you think you're off to?"

"I'm getting another yoghurt. You're making me stressed."

"Can you get me a pretzel?"

"They don't do pretzels."

"They do, they keep them in the back of the deli, just ask for one."

Weiss huffed, hoping to be diplomatic and ease tensions between the two, she appeased Yang. "Give me the money, I'm not paying."

Yang took her bag and fished a note from it, slamming it into Weiss' open hand in jest. "Thank you, darling."

"Don't call me that."

Blake chuckled. "Yeah, come on Yang, that's a Jaune exclusive."

Yang burst out laughing at her partner's input, which only infuriated Weiss further.

"Very funny, Blake." And with that, it was time for yet another blueberry yoghurt. The girl stormed off calmly, and once out of range, Yang turned to her partner.

"Does Weiss have a diary?"

Blake narrowed her eyes in thought. "Uh..." She was pretty certain she'd seen Weiss writing in one a few times in their dorm. "Yes."

Yang smiled. "What do you think it's like?"

The faunus girl glanced at Yang in caution. "I don't want to think about it."

"Yeah, but, if you had to."

"If I had to what?"

"Think about it! I bet it's full of weird stuff."

Blake turned a page. "It's probably just a normal diary, with dates and plans." She dismissed Yang's insistence. "If you're picturing obsessive scrawls and hearts, you might be thinking too far ahead. This is Weiss we're talking about."

The firecracker shrugged, resting her head on the table. "You never know. Who knows what goes through her brain."

'Dust, was it a pretzel or a bagel she wanted?'

Unfortunately for Weiss, her thoughts had been scattered on someone other than Yang on her walk over to the counter, and had failed to recall what she had... 'ordered'. She now only had the short time of waiting in the two person length queue to make a decision, a fifty-percent chance of success, a fifty-percent chance of failure. Her odds were evens.

Was Yang more of a bagel or pretzel person? What was a bagel again? It was a plain donut, or something, right? No, Yang wouldn't have something like that, too boring; not adventurous enough for someone like her.

...

No, that's what Jau- Yang would want her to think. She'd prefer the understandable delicacy, bagels were flexible, they could take anything. Pretzels were salty, they were an acquired taste, not to be enjoyed with jam, or cream cheese. Mind you, Weiss had never had a pretzel, so she was only guessing.

...

Should she get one for Jaune? It would be an icebreaker after her disastrous conversation with him, she could save it for him as a present. He would be a bagel person, for sure, he was too much of a cinnamon roll to want a pretzel.

...

What was she thinking? She couldn't get him something from the delicatessen, what a joke of a gift; he deserved something pricier, that had thought behind it.

...

Forget about Jaune, for one moment! Just focus on getting Yang her food, then she could go and... sleep, hide from everyone else.

Grief, don't ruin this as well, Weiss.

The next morning, Weiss was awoken by the screech of an alarm. The floaty pilllow that sat over her head blocked her view, but failed to numb the auditory trauma of the cursed thing. She reached instinctively for her scroll, and slammed the screen with a finger - a guaranteed way to hit the dismiss button. Ruby, who slept above her, was already awake and dressed, her legs dangling over the edge of her bunk, and coming close to kicking Weiss in the face as she sat up.

She reached out, blocking the swinging pair of legs. "Ruby." She rubbed her eyes with her free hand. "Can you move your legs to somewhere where they are not a risk to my health and safety?"

The legs moved from their position and disappeared onto Ruby's bed. In their place, came an upside down Ruby. "Morning, Weiss." Her insufferable partner beamed.

Weiss grimaced. "Good morning, Ruby." She threw her duvet off herself. "Move."

Ruby sighed, swinging herself back up onto her bed, and stretching across it. She jumped the gun on her question of the day. "What happened with you and Jaune? On Friday?"

Really? It was too early in the morning to answer a question like that. "Nothing happened."

"Come on, why won't you tell me? We're partners!" She slumped, taking out her scroll. "Yang was teasing me about it all day yesterday."

Oh, thank you very much, Yang. Weiss presumed that was her revenge after she bought her a bagel, not a pretzel, like she had apparently asked for. "Because it's none of your business."

"So... something did happen?"

Weiss made an agitated groan, rummaging through her dorm bag to find a towel and fresh clothes. "It's not for you to know-"

"You want me to tell you, Rubes?" Yang smiled, turning over in her bed.

"Yeah. I hate being out of the loop." She brightened at her sister's benevolence.

Weiss pulled her shampoo from her bag. "Don't, Yang. Get dressed, do something else."

The girl shrugged. "I'm having a lie-in today." She rested her head into her pillow in thought. "Weiss made the crudest, most over-the-line sex joke straight to his face."

Ruby grimaced. "Ew, Weiss, gross."

Weiss huffed, clambering her items into her arms. "She's joking, Ruby! I didn't do anything like that."

The somewhat-redhead slumped, crushed by her sister's disloyalty. "Can someone tell me what happened?" She looked across the room to Yang and Blake's bunkbed. "Blake?"

"Blake's asleep."

Ruby only sighed, returning to the game on her scroll and playing sulk for the next foreseeable ten minutes. "You wanna play something later, Weiss?"

"No." Weiss, in her frustration, headed straight for the shower.

She was going to need a miracle to get through today.

To whatever deity had been watching her, there was clearly a disagreement between how they each understood what a 'miracle' was. Now, as she sat in JNPR's dorm during an impromptu RWBY-JNPR get-together, she had grown to curse her guardian angel, and wanted her non-miracle sleepy Sunday back.

Nora and Yang were arm-wrestling, Ruby and Pyrrha were duking it out on the room's games console, Blake and Ren had some reading circle going, Jaune was busy hauling stuff to and fro the dorm kitchen. Weiss was sitting on a bed, (non-alcoholic) drink in hand, missing her own bed and her music playlist.

"Want a biscuit?" A muffled voice asked, a drooped open packet of chocolate biscuits appearing infront of her.

She looked up to find Jaune indulging himself on chocolate, mouth half full. The pumpy muscle thingy in her chest picked up the tempo. "No, thank you."

He shrugged, sitting down next to her. He sat in silence for a moment, finishing his chocolate biscuit before speaking. "Ruby told me you were upset about something."

Oh, thank you Ruby. "Upset?" She played ignorance, flattening out her skirt to relieve her nerves. "I don't know what she's talking about."

Jaune hummed, taking another biscuit from the packet. He jumped to the point. "Y'know, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake every now and then." He continued. "I've screwed up speaking to someon-"

She sighed. "I'm not bothered about Friday." Flawless delivery, Weiss, as always-bar-Friday-lesson-two.

There was a silence, and Jaune was taken aback slightly. "Oh." He bit down on his biscuit. "You're not?"

"No." A crumb of oat fell next to her. She grimaced. "Can you stop eating those?"

Jaune swallowed the biscuit quickly, nearly choking. "Sorry. Do you want one?" He offered the open packet to her again.

Weiss frowned, taking a breath. "No, just don't eat with your mouth open. It's rude."

Jaune's eyes flashed with realisation. "Right. Yeah." There was a pause. "I think Yang wants to speak to you."

"Why?"

"She's doing finger guns at you." He pointed at her with his biscuit packet in hand. Weiss found that he was infact telling the truth, as Yang was now situated on a bed at the opposite side of the room, with that stupid grin on her face, pulling finger guns like a desparado.

"Ignore her." Weiss muttered, grinding her teeth. 'Small talk, Weiss. Say something.'

"So-"

"Did you know the canteen sells pretzels?" Jaune asked, cutting off Weiss' advance unknowingly. "I had no idea, but someone infront of me asked for one when I was there earlier today." Against Weiss' previous advice, he took yet another biscuit from the packet. "Man, I love pretzels."

In her haste, Weiss spoke without thinking. "I thought you more as a bagel person."

Jaune glanced at her, biscuit held in place. "Why?"

Weiss' eyes widened as she acknowledged the tangle she'd gotten herself into. "Uh." 'Confidence...' "Well, I think you're too sweet for a pretzel." Their conversation went silent again, though she was fortunate enough that the dorm was so loud no one else had heard it. Weiss was sure she had turned a blanched red now.

Once a moment had passed, Jaune laughed heartily, biting another piece from his biscuit. "That was actually pretty funny." He chuckled. "I didn't think of you as a comedian."

'Funny? How was that funny? How was that a joke?' "Yes..." In an attempt to cope with her circumstance, she sought something sweet. Luckily, Jaune had a packet of biscuits with him, so she snatched them out of his hand.

"Hey!-" He looked at her in surprise, his shoulders slumping. "So you did want one. You could've just asked."

Weiss frowned at the boy in kempt fury. "You kept eating and talking. They're mine now." She took one from the packet, and took a bite. Oh, sugar. Thank Remnant. "You can have them, over my dead body."

He narrowed his eyes. "There's like, five other packets in the kitchen. They came in a pack of six."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Well, she supposed that took the impact out of her claim on the biscuits.

"Why would you eat biscuits over someone's dead body anyway?" He pondered. "Isn't that disrespectful? All the crumbs would go in the coffin."

She stop chewing and swallowed the bitten piece of biscuit in frustration, looking at the boy in incredulous disbelief. He was joking. "You're joking, aren't you?" There was no way he could be such an idiot... endearing idiot.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Uh?"

"It's a saying, Jaune."

He huffed. "Yeah, I know that. But don't you think the meaning's... stupid?"

In her moment of thought, she realised they were both having a stupid conversation about a stupid thing. And it gave her a warm tumbling in her chest. "No, it means as in... 'you can have this thing, when I'm dead'... not as in you can have it literally over me when I'm... being buried."

Jaune made a hum of understanding. "Oh, right." He nodded. "Well, I'm gonna get another packet."

"You-!" Weiss blurted out, her already high-pitch voice breaking slightly. She coughed, settling herself to not look like a desparate loner. "You can have some of mine." In other words, 'please stay on this rickety bed with me and eat chocolate biscuits, while we talk about stupid things'.

She jabbed the open packet of biscuits at him, imploring her offer. Fortunately, Jaune captiulated and took a new biscuit, sitting back down next to her. "As you wish."

Jaune spiralled off into another subject, blabbering away. In her second of thought, Weiss reflected on the moment, and considered it a miracle.

The two had been speaking for an unrecallable while now, though between the different topics and changing tides of speech, Weiss had failed to take the conversation somewhere more... intimate? No... personal, more... less about arbitrary things!

They were now rating teachers from worst to best. Weiss leaned against the headboard of the bed, her legs crossed as she played with the strap on one of her boots - unbuttoning, buttoning, unbuttoning, buttoning. She had ran out of lemonade, but it had done well to calm her nerves - though that could have been her exhaustion.

"I don't think Oobleck is so bad." The tired boy began.

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "I feel like a speed camera in his classes." She unbuttoned the strap on her boot again.

Jaune shrugged. "Well, the key is to not keep up with him, and just learn the stuff from the homework."

"And how much do you know about Remnant's history?"

He thought for a moment. "Not very much."

She shook her head, smiling. "I can see it's worked very well for you, then."

Jaune pursed his lips in embarrassment. "Yeah..."

Weiss rested her head against the cold wall, tilting it to the side in her sleepy stupor. She sat there for a moment, laxly admiring Jaune's profile; his golden hair, his ocean eyes, his honed jaw. She had planned to say something, a throwaway comment; a loose compliment that just happened to come to her mind, that she would say quickly and try to forget about.

She was making herself flustered, thinking about what she was thinking about - what had happened to her? To her dismay, a bumbling rose had different ideas, and came to land inbetween the two with a jump.

"Hey, you two. Enjoying the party?" She beamed. Weiss, whose view was now blocked, was no longer enjoying the party.

Jaune smiled, flopping back onto the bed and holding himself up with his arms. "Yeah." He looked at Ruby in uncertainty. "So... when can we all go to sleep? Sunday night isn't a good time for this."

The girl shrugged. "I dunno, Yang's gonna finish her game with Pyrrha, then..." She shrugged again and yawned. "Blake's already gone back to our dorm. I might too." She kicked her legs over the edge of the bed. "Pyrrha's got a real knack for fighting games."

"We play sometimes, after sparring."

Ruby looked at Weiss, then turned back to Jaune. "You think you could convince Weiss to play a game with me?"

Weiss interrupted the exchange before Jaune could say anything. "I'm not playing one of your games, Ruby. You should spend your time on something better."

Ruby scoffed playfully. "You're always so uptight, Weiss."

"It's called being sensible; we are huntresses in training, after all."

Just as Weiss thought she had won the argument, and that Ruby's tiredness would soon consume the girl whole, the rose perked up again as her new idea burned in her eyes. This wasn't going to be good. "I know! Jaune can teach you how to play a game, and then you'll be able to play with me. That way, I'll still be sensible because it's not me teaching you."

It was good to know Ruby had missed Weiss' point entirely. "No."

"Uh-huh. You can do it next weekend, in our dorm. I'll study... or something." The girl turned to Jaune. "Whadd'ya say?"

The boy, who had already slumped against the wall the bed sat alongside and looked a breath away from sleep, opened his eyes in question. "Huh?"

"You. Hang out in our dorm. Maybe teach Weiss how to play video game...s. So I can study. Next weekend." She motioned her hands back and forth in explanation. "Then we can play whenever."

That would be a 'no', from Jaune.

"Sure."

Both parties were taken aback, and Weiss felt like this was going to go downhill. "Really?"

The boy shrugged, his speech slurring as he slumped into the wall again. "Yeah, I haven't got much on next weekend. Sounds... good."

So, it's a date.

...

Oh, dust. Was it a date?