Hi guys, I'm so sorry I haven't written in a long time, and for how short this update is. School is very demanding, I'm taking a creative writing class but we can't work on our own stories like I thought, we have to write about topics she chooses -_-; I'll try and write more soon, thanks for sticking with this story!

Angered at himself for being so careless, Gil ran off towards the double doors. He didn't think Oz would be so affected by his earlier behavior. Feeling like a little monster was clawing at the inside of his chest, Gil made a vow to himself that he would make this right, even if he had to explain to Oz why he was acting the way he did. Alice called after him, "Yeah, you better fix this, you stupid Sea-weed head!"

Oz was curled in fetal position, lying on his side in the bed, which didn't feel comfortable and welcoming to him as it did last night when he went to sleep. Yes, it was the middle of the afternoon but Oz shut himself inside, unwilling to come out for the rest of the day. He knew he shouldn't be so disheveled but he couldn't help but feel that way. He was confused and rattled up, he must have did something wrong to make Gil ignore him like this. He couldn't bear to have Gil walk out of his life, especially not now. As much as he would pass it off as nothing, he knew new feelings for Gil were arising in his heart, feelings he did not understand. Oz's life seemed to him to be turning upside down.

A sudden banging on the door to the bedroom forced Oz to come to focus and sit up, "Who is it?"

"Oz, open the door. I need to talk to you," Gilbert's familiar voice called out.

The blond's gaze wondered to the brass doorknob, expression blank. Should he let his friend in? Curiosity over what Gilbert had to say one him over as Oz slowly rose from the mattress and shuffled over to the door. His small hand reached out and he turned the cold knob and carefully opened the door to steal a glanced at the stressed out Gil In that short second Oz saw many emotions cross the raven's face- relief, nervousness, worry and doubt. With a sigh, Oz took a step back and opened the door up enough to let his friend come in.

Gil's lanky figure passed under the polished doorframe, and Oz shut the door behind him, composing himself. Facing Gilbert again, Oz was surprised to see him biting his lower lip boring holes into the floor.

"What did you want to talk about," Oz's voice drifted off, not sure if he could take whatever it was.

Gil ran a frustrated hand through his dark locks, he couldn't take this anymore. He stepped forward and grabbed Oz's shirt sleeve. "Forgive me, Oz. I-I," his golden eyes wavered between the boy's face and the wall beside it, "I'm just overwhelmed."

Oz stared questionly at Gil, "Overwhelmed by what?"

"By you."