There was barely any movement in Bea’s water-filled dorm room. It was late at night and most of the creatures that dwelled in her room were sound asleep. Gurgles was sleeping in the bathroom sink. Satine made herself comfortable on Bea’s recliner. Yves was still awake, lying beside Bea on her bed.

For some reason, Bea just could not sleep. Her mind felt stuffy.

Yves reached his head over to Bea and nudged her hand with his nose.

“Oh, Yves…” Bea said softly to her fallenjox, “I’m fine. Don’t worry…” She laid there on her soft cushioned bed and readjusted her arm to pet Yves on his neck. She scratched his neck from the back of his skull down to his shoulder blades. As she looked at him with half shut eyes she let out a long sigh which made Yves whine a little at her. “You know me so well,” Bea smiled at her companion. “I’m just… a bit lonely, you know?”

Yves scooted closer to her, his paws rested on top of her chest. He licked her on the cheek and gave her a puppy-eyed look.

“I know I have you!” Bea laughed quietly to the jox. Yves was happy to hear that and immediately began to wag his tail.

“I meant, I want to be with… You know… A boil,” Bea blushed and laid her head back down on the pillow. “For some reason, I keep feeling this way, and I don’t know why. I just--- I mean… I don’t know.”

Bea let out another sigh and moved from the middle of her bed and flipped over onto her stomach. Her arms were dangling off the edge of her bed. Yves got up and began fluffing up his side of the bed and laid back down again beside Bea. He let out a yawn and rested his head on Bea’s back.
It seemed Bea had been absently staring at nothing for a long while.

“Yves, I think I’m love sick,” she turned to look at him again only to find a half sleeping pup. “I’ve met a few boils at school already, but I don’t know if any of them like me that way. I guess it’s hard to tell when we never really got to know each other that well or actually spent time outside of school activities.”

Yves yawned again and looked up at Bea with little squinty eyes. He was trying his best to be there for her, but it seemed his eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

“Um… Let’s see here… The boils I have met…” Bea’s eyes looked around the room as she tried thinking of the names, “Well, there is Haze… Raziel… Night and Israfel. Um… Oh, and G! But I can’t imagine being in a relationship with him though. I can’t think of him… romantically.” Bea giggled to herself. She liked him as a friend, but can’t see him as a potential boilfriend.

“…And Barth,” She said as she remembered wiping off the gunk off his chest at her first campaign booth. Bea began to blush at the thought and rolled over onto her back again. “Oh, Yves… What’s wrong with me?”

When she looked over at the fallenjox, he had already fell asleep.

She smiled at him and gave him a few pats on the head then turned her body to the side in almost a fetal position.

“Every time I meet a boil, I always look to see if I can find some sort of romantic connection with them. Though I know some of them probably have ghoulfriends already…. And I definitely don’t want to get involved with someone who is already has a ghoulfriend. It just wouldn’t feel right. But if they don’t have a ghoulfriend, it doesn’t mean they will like me romantically.” Bea wrapped her arm over her head and ran her fingers through her seaweed tangled hair. “Hm… Well, I haven’t developed any true feelings for any of these boils yet... I don’t think… Right?”

She fiddled with the tips of her hair, thinking about all of the interactions with the boils she has met. The memory of her touching Barth’s chest came up again.

“Ah~!” Bea began flailing her legs on the end of the bed, “I shouldn’t be--- Why do I keep thinking about that?!” she whined.

Yves woke up from the thrashing and looked back at Bea again with alert eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Yves! I didn’t mean to wake you!” She said as she got up to pet the poor, tired jox to sleep.

While she was petting him, her mind started to day dream about how it would feel to be in a relationship. The feeling of being close to someone special. The warmth of their touch on her cheek, to hear sweet nothings in her ear, being safe in his embrace, his thoughts of her when they are away. Just thinking about it made Bea blush.

“Maybe I have been reading too many romance novels,” she sighed. “I think this is starting to get to my head!” Curled up in her blankets, Bea finally felt sleepy.

"I'll be with someone special one day," She smiled softly and yawned.

I just have to be patient. That's all. And with that last thought, she finally fell asleep.
((wc: 910))