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#yeah kids he came to do cha cha cha in the crowd with us!!

king-krisu · 2 months

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We talk about this a lot atleast irl, but I can't wait for the day my niece or someone maybe gets into Käärijä in like 15 years, just like kids are now getting into old rock bands, and I can tell them what it was like to actually experience everything as it was happening. Like yes we did have a fucking yogurt with his face on it, he had hairspray, you went to London and saw his cumface ad on a bus stop, around nye you couldn't step on the metro without seeing his face on the vuosi vaihtuu ad, during spring facebook marketplace and tori was filled with any neon green item being sold as "Käärijä toilet brush" or "Käärijä bottle opener", when he lost his bolero on the highway it made national headlines, every week you'd hear of yet another small town filled to the brim as he performed at some tiny festival, during Eurovision we dressed our lantern bearers in Helsinki in giant boleros, a presidential candidate referenced him as like the 8th word in his opening speech, he really was fucking everywhere. Like how crazy that all of us got into this as it all started and we've seen these updates live as they come

#gonna tell my nieces and nephews about the kaivohuone show as if it were queen at live aid 1985 #yeah kids he came to do cha cha cha in the crowd with us!!#gonna recite bojere lore as if its scriptire i swear to god #'so on the original nordic tour september of 2023' and theyll groan like yeah mf we know #käärijä #jere pöyhönen #cha cha cha

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isitbussinjanelle · 3 years

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I got this idea a while ago as an ask from someone but I don’t remeber who asked. I don’t wanna say the idea cause I don’t wanna spoil it.

WARING: this is a little on the longer side.

*In Heart*

Boun: Ha! I reached the farthest Lilly pad! See if you can beat that, miss ‘datu.

Sisu: ah, keep talking hot shot. [cranks up arm] I am an expert at all things water.

Boun: uh huh.

Sisu: [skids a pebble across the water]

Boun: woah.

Sisu: yeah woah. I’m amazing.

Boun: you almost reached that small island. Fist bump! [holds out a fist]

Sisu, with a bemused look: uh…

Boun: a fist bump. Just bump my fist with yours. It’s something humans do to congratulate eachother.

Sisu: oh! Well then [holds out a furry fist] fist bump back at ‘cha captain!

Boun: [chuckles] okay dork. I’m gonna go fetch some more pebbles by the far side of the lake. [runs off]

Sisu: hurry back dork! [stretched arms] I’ll be ready.

*At the far side of the lake*

Boun: okay um…there they are! The real shiny ones. Perfect skippers.

Raya, sort of in distinctively: [giggles] Namaari quit it!

Boun: is that Raya? [goes towards the laughing sound]

*Over there*

Boun: Ray-

Namaari: ha! I found your sweet spot. That will come in handy. [still tickling her]

Raya: NAMAARI- NAMAARI AHAHAHAA STOP PLEASE

Namaari: there’s that laugh I love. Feeling any better?

Raya: kinda…but not really.

Namaari: what was that? Did I hear ‘please tickle me Namaari’?

Raya: [backs away laughing] NO NO PLEASE XD

Boun: [mumbles] what?

Namaari: c’mon, let me see that pretty smile.

Raya: [smiles goofily up at her]

Namaari: [chuckles] okay I’ll take that.

Raya: thank you Namaari. For cheering me up. And being there for me all the time. You really didn’t have to be here…hearing my sobby shit. [scoffs]

Namaari: hey. [takes her chin] I love you. Wether you’re mad as shit with me, or happy as hell, I will always be here for you Raya. You don’t have to worry about that ever.

Raya: [tearing up] thank you. [pulls her in for a kiss]

Boun: [gasps and whispers] wha…huh…?

Namaari: [pulls her in closer]

Boun: they…she…no…

Bouns mind: but she’s supposed to be with me.

Boun: no no…NO [covers his mouth]

Raya and Namaari: [both pull away at the sound] huh?

Boun: [rips off his bracelet and tears up] I-I’m sorry I- just keep doing what you guys were doing…[backs away while crying]

Raya: Boun? What are you doing out here- and wheres Sisu? Wasn’t she supposed to be with you?

Boun: [yells] NONE OF THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW OKAY?!

Namaari: [stepping closer to him] hey buddy, what’s the matter, are you crying? You know you can talk to us. To me.

Boun: [kicks pebbles at her] I DONT WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I DONT WANNA TALK TO ANY OF YOU. [throws bracelet on the ground and runs off]

Raya: wha- [shouts] BOUN COME BACK HERE!

Namaari: [stands back up straight] what the hells the matter with him?

Raya: look don’t take that too personally…I think he’s upset about something….

Namaari: yeah I can see that- HE KICKED PEBBLES AT ME >:(

Raya: Namaari.

Namaari: [sighs] sorry. Look do you wanna go talk to him? I mean clearly the little scamps got some beef with me-

Raya: Namaari!

Namaari: what?

Raya: he’s a kid! And he’s upset!

Namaari: and…?

Raya: “scamp”? “hE kIcKeD pEbBlES AT mE WaAAaAaA”, really?

Namaari: [sighs] your right. My bad. But….

Raya: I know. I probably should go see- [gasps].

Namaari: what?

Raya: my- his bracelet. H-he took it off. Threw it off. I made this for him when we became kumandra again.

Namaari: ouch. I guess you really do have to go talk to him huh?

Raya: your right. Your right! Wait- you okay here?

Namaari: [sits back on the ground] I’m a big girl, I can handle being by my self. You just keep those lips warm for me. [makes a kissy face]

Raya, blushing: [giggles and runs off] you dork…

*with boun*

Boun: [still crying]

Raya: [walks over] Boun- BOUN! I’m glad I found you-

Sisu: [hugging and comforting him] Raya. What did you do.

Raya: um…

Boun: [sniffing] I don’t wanna talk to you.

Raya: buddy what did I do?

Boun: STOP CALLING ME BUDDY! AND STOP TREATING ME LIKE A LITTLE KID, O-OR YOUR LITTLE BROTHER! [runs off again]

Raya and Sisu: Boun!

Raya: [tears up a little from earlier and sighs] Sisu what did I do? Why is he so mad at me? And Namaari?

Sisu: I don’t- wait he’s mad at ‘maari too?

Raya: he kicked pebbles at her.

Sisu: yikes.

Raya: but for real what did I do? I’m sure he told you something.

Sisu: girl I don’t know. All I know is that the kid came to me with an eye full of tears. He started mumbling like, “why doesn’t she love me like she loves her” yada yada. I was too busy comforting him to listen.

Raya: [mumbles and repeats it to herself] why doesn’t she like me like she likes her…I don’t get it! It doesn’t make any sense..

Sisu: I know. But this is somehow on you, so I think you should go check on him.

Raya: I know. That’s what I was trying to do. [runs after him] THANKS SISU

*with Boun again*

Raya: Boun? I heard you sniffling over here. C’mon I just wanna talk.

Boun: [behind a large rock] I’m here.

Raya: whew, there you are. For a second I thought I would have to run all over Heart to find you. [chuckles]

Boun:

Raya: tough crowd.

Boun: I’m not in the mood to laugh.

Raya: well, are you in more of a mood to talk?

Boun: no.

Raya: jk, that’s wasn’t an option little guy. [kneels by him].

Boun: stop calling me little.

Raya: look, I don’t appreciate the way you were talking to me back there. And I don’t like the way you kicked pebbles at Namaari. Neither did she.

Boun: WELL IM SORRY FOR HURTING YOUR PRECIOUS GIRLFRIEND. [ducks his head into his knees and cries].

Raya: [is about to shout at him but realizes that’s probably not what’s best] hey. Talk to me please. [puts a hand on his shoulder].

Boun: [sniffles] I kinda have a crush on you or whatever. [wipes tears]

Raya: a crush…on me? Is that why you were all upset? With Namaari kissing me…

Boun: [mumbles in a tearful voice] y-yeah. I have ever since we met on my boat…

Raya: awww..

Boun: see?! That’s what I was trying to avoid? The whole “aww he’s cute for having a crush on me” thing. I wanna be taken seriously is that so much to ask?

Raya:

Raya: [sighs] look, I get it. The whole, wanting to be taken seriously thing. I go through it.

Boun: you do? But your a princess.

Raya: yeah. A young one. 18 is the legal age that Princesses are aloud to join council meetings, and I’m usually the youngest one. I’m also usually the only female. I’m not taken seriously a whole lot.

Boun: oh.

Raya: yeah. I guess we’ve got that in common huh? [bumps shoulders with him]

Boun: yeah. [wipes nose]

Raya: I’m flattered that you like me, but you know I’m too old for you, right? Plus I don’t even like guys.

Boun: [laughs] yeah, yeah I know.

Raya: but hey, I know that one day, when your older, or even now, you’re gonna be breaking hearts left and right.

Boun: you think?

Raya: I know. Girls love a man who can wipe it up in the kitchen.

Boun: I guess that is one of my many skills. [flexes]

Raya: [laughs] Boun, you are too funny.

Boun: :D

Raya: [looks at the bracelet in her palm] you Uh…dropped this…

Boun: [gasps] oh I am so so so sorry…I was just so mad and at the moment, it seemed like the only thing to do that would make me feel better…it didn’t.

Raya: it’s alright.

Boun: [puts the bracelet back on] all better.

Raya: looks great on you.

Boun: agreed. Really brings out my eyes. :)

Raya: [giggles] it does.

Boun: :)

Raya: hey [holds her wrist up] let’s never stop being friends, okay? No matter where life takes us?

Boun: never [connects his wrist and bracelet with hers]

Raya: [pulls him in] love you man.

Boun: love you too Ray.

Raya: you know your not off the hook yet. You’ve got to apologize to Namaari.

Boun: ugh. I know…

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crystalirises · 3 years

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Na Tinuruan Mo ang Puso Ko na Umibig na Tunay (That You Really had Taught My Heart How to Truly Fall in Love)

wawawawawawa finally wrote this!

Just a note, this is a songfic and the song used is originally sang in Filipino. The bold italicized texts are the original lyrics while the italicized lyrics within dialogue is the English translation. Also note, I did use English lyrics from a website so I want this to be clear, the English lyrics are different from the original a bit so... Even though you can't understand the song, if you want to, you can try to listen to the original song (which is in Filipino) Anyway, bye bye.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/79904587

‘Kamukha mo si Paraluman

Nu'ng tayo ay bata pa

At ang galing-galing mong sumayaw

Mapa-Boogie man o Cha-Cha’

“You looked just like Paraluman, when were kids before…” He glanced up at Fundy, his hands fidgeting against the diner table in front of him. Their song was playing in the background, memories of their youth racing through his mind. The fox hybrid glared at him from the other side of the table, arms crossed in front of his chest and with bags underneath his eyes. He didn’t know what had come over him, honestly. Meeting up with his… ex-boyfriend? Well, here they were now. In a rundown diner in the middle of the nothing-town that they both had grown up in. Both washed-up losers. “And you danced so beautifully, whether it’s Boogie or a Cha-cha.”

“You came all this way… All this way, Dream… just for that to be your first words?”

“I’m just trying to reminisce, sta一 Funds. No need to be so aggressive, it wasn’t as if you were planning on saying anything anyway.” He huffed, adjusting his hands until they were hidden inside the pockets of his sweater. Fundy’s eyes had narrowed into thin slits, no doubt at Dream’s accidental slip of an old nickname. He wasn’t sure why he still remembered it. That was such a long time ago. Both of them were practically stupid teenagers when he had dubbed his then-boyfriend with the nickname star. He didn’t even remember why he’d called Fundy that. He leaned his head against the seat, wincing at the loud groans and squeaks of the springs beneath him. Gods, he’d always hated this place. “I don’t know what to say, okay? Then that song started to play and I just said what came to mind… Look, just… let me remember who we were, okay?”

‘Ngunit ang paborito

Ay pagsayaw mo ng El Bimbo

Nakakaindak, nakakaaliw

Nakakatindig-balahibo’

He smiled, nodding along as though that was answer enough for himself. “I think my favorite was when you danced to the El Bimbo.” He glanced around the diner, glad to find that there was no one there, except for the waitress by the counter who was throwing him weird glances. He thinks he knows her, from long ago. Perhaps in high school, a familiar face who looked on at him with pity that made him want to run out of there. Still, Fundy was right in front of him, waiting for him to get to the point. “It makes me shiver, it’s like a show. It makes my hair go straight.”

‘He remembers the first time he’d seen Fundy. It had been a passing moment, a flicker of a lifetime. Yet he had paused that day, eyes drawn to the dancer upon that empty stage of their local school theater. He had disappeared into the room to escape the crowd of high school, needing a moment for himself, and that was when he looked up and saw him. A boy his age, dancing across the stage to a song that he couldn’t quite remember anymore. Fundy had never once looked his way, too enthralled in his steps and in the music to pay attention to a rowdy jock like him. He had stayed until the end, mouth hanging open in shock. His hand had made its way to his chest, his heart racing madly that he had feared it would explode. He was enraptured.’

“You’re lucky I didn’t look up that day. Imagine… being stared up by a creep!”

“I was not一 I was not being a creep.”

“You’re just lucky you’re cute.”

‘Pagkagaling sa 'skwela

Ay didiretso na sa inyo

At buong maghapon ay tinuturuan mo ako’

“After my classes were dismissed I went into your house.” Dream chuckled, shaking his head at the thought. The amount of minutes he’d spent climbing up the tree so he could scale the branch to enter Fundy’s room. He nearly once since Fundy had decided to scare him. Dream had been quick to grab onto the windowsill. “And for the whole afternoon, you taught me how to dance.”

“Gods… you fucking prick, do you know how many times my dad nearly caught you?” Fundy reached across the table, lightly smacking Dream’s hand. “He would have skinned you alive!”

“That’s why I’m still alive today, babe. Your old man’s too slow to catch me.”

‘Magkahawak ang ating kamay

At walang kamalay-malay

Na tinuruan mo ang puso ko

Na umibig na tunay’

“As we held our hands together, I had no doubt in my mind…” He remembered those long hot afternoon days, where they would dance to the beat of whatever song came on the record, their hands clasped together so gently. “That you really had taught my heart how to truly fall in love.”

‘He remembers climbing into Fundy’s window, nearly tripping against the bright orange carpet that decorated his boyfriend’s whole bedroom. They were both alone in the house, Fundy’s family being out due to a family outing that Fundy had weaseled his way out of. When he managed to get in, Fundy was already waiting for him, the radio opened to an old song that neither of them really knew the lyrics to. Fundy had smiled at him, reaching to pull him closer. Despite what people might say, when it came to dancing, Fundy always took the lead. He always did. Dream was never allowed to take the lead because dancing was Fundy’s niche and Dream was just a beginner. That one afternoon day, Fundy held his hands in his. But unlike the other times, he had a whole other plan in mind. Dream could only blink back his shock when Fundy slowly leaned in, their lips touching. It was quick, but it was enough to pull Dream in for more. So, he leaned in.’

“Our first kiss.”

“Yeah…”

“I’m surprised you still remember… Then again, I’m also not surprised.”

‘Naninigas ang aking katawan

'Pag umikot na ang plaka

Patay sa kembot ng beywang mo

At pungay ng 'yong mga mata’

“My body starts to harden when the record starts to spin.” His breath would quicken with each step they took within their dance. In that small bedroom, it felt like the whole world just melted away. Dream glanced up, smiling shyly when he caught Fundy’s eyes. He always found them to be mesmerizing, liking the way how gold seemed to glitter in them each time the sun illuminated Fundy’s whole body. “I love when your hips start to shake, as well as the sight of your eyes.”

“I do have great eyes. You loved that about me. You always spent too long staring into them like it would be your last chance to do so. Dream, you do know my eyes were just brown, right? I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about. Golden flecks? You’re too much of a romantic for your own good. Then… I always liked that about you, seeing that other side of you, the other side to the smug jock that people fawned over that it was personally nauseating to watch.” Fundy rolled his eyes from across the counter. Dream nearly jolted when Fundy suddenly stood up, leaning against the booth while he kept his gaze on him. He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering despite the warm air of the diner. None of the windows were open. It felt like he was being stripped from the inside out, like Fundy was clawing out every dirty detail that Dream had acquired over the past years of his miserable life. “I… You and me… wow, how did we even—”

“I don’t regret it. You and me. I never once regretted it.” Dream wanted so much to reach out, to clasp a hand on Fundy’s shoulder or even pull him into an embrace. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t. He settled deeper into his seat, resting a hand on the back of his neck. “I regret many of my decisions in life. But falling in love with you… was probably the only good choice I ever made. I would never regret falling in love with you, and I hope… you never once regretted falling in love with me. I loved you with all my heart, Fundy. I loved you so much.”

‘Lumiliwanag ang buhay

Habang tayo'y magkaakbay

At dahan-dahang dumudulas

Ang kamay ko sa makinis mong braso, hoo’

“My life just gets brighter while we're holding hands with each other.” Those had been the best moments of his life. Though what they had only lasted for a few years, it was real. Dream thought it was real. During those afternoons where he would come to visit Fundy, he felt like he could leave his troubles at the window. When they danced, it was just them. The world would never know who they were, would never know the dances and talks they shared. No one could judge them, or mock them, or expect more from them. They were just two teens crazy in love with each other. But all good things must come to an end. Dream lowered his gaze, swallowing down the bitterness in his throat. He remembered that night so clearly, remembered the tears they both had cried. “And slowly, I lose my grip when my hand starts to slip on your shoulder.”

‘It had been a rainy night, cliche but Dream didn’t really find it all that funny. High school was over, and it was time they moved on. Fundy had barely even looked at him the entire time, maybe he was terrified of what Dream would do, but Dream was too busy holding back his own tears. Of course he had expected it. He knew it was coming, he just didn’t think it would be so soon and so sudden. Fundy had apologized, stating that his family was sending him to a faroff college, one that Dream would never be able to get into no matter how hard he tried. It was officially over.’

“I broke up with you.”

“You did… It hurt. It still does.”

“I know.”

‘Sana noon pa man ay sinabi na sa iyo

Kahit hindi na uso ay ito lang ang alam ko’

“I wish that at that time I had told you what I felt.” Dream wished he’d told him how much he loved him. If he had, then maybe… “Even if it's not popular, this is the only thing that I know—”

“Shut up.” He startled, flinching once he realized that Fundy was moving closer. Dream paused once he realized that Fundy was reaching out a hand towards him. “One last dance, Dream?”

“I’d die to have one last dance, Fundy.” He looked down at Fundy’s hand, glancing at the harshness of his palms. Fundy used to have the softest hands, but the years have changed that. Dream hesitantly placed his hand on Fundy’s, pulling himself off his seat before swaying gently to the music. Fundy held onto his hands, a small content smile on his face. Dream could feel the waitress’ gaze on the back of his head, but there and now, he could have cared less. He wanted this last dance before he went to leave again. He wished he could have more than one last dance.

‘Magkahawak ang ating kamay

At walang kamalay-malay

Na tinuruan mo ang puso ko

Na umibig na tunay’

“As we held our hands together, I had no doubt in my mind…” Dream could feel the tears fall past his cheeks, gasping for air. “That you really had taught my heart how to truly fall in love.”

La la la la, la la, la la, la la la

He held on tightly to Fundy’s hands, wishing for that moment to last forever. They danced together, swaying to the tune of the music. Even if the diner hadn’t been empty, Dream would have danced with Fundy if he’d asked. He would have jumped at the chance to dance with again. The song finished, and Dream collapsed back into his seat. It was their song that was playing.

‘Lumipas ang maraming taon

'Di na tayo nagkita

Balita ko'y may anak ka na

Ngunit walang asawa’

“And many years had passed by, we didn’t see each other anymore.” He started shakily, waking himself. “I heard from somewhere that you have a child… but you don't have a husband.”

‘Taga-hugas ka raw ng pinggan sa may Ermita

At isang gabi'y nasagasaan sa isang madilim na eskinita

Lahat ng pangarap ko'y bigla lang natunaw

Sa panaginip na lang pala kita maisasayaw’

“They said you wash the plates in a place called Ermita, and one day, there was an accident that happened on a very dark alleyway.” His head felt heavy, like a hammer was beating in a nail against the back. Dream rested his head against the cool table. He couldn’t bear to look up again. He couldn’t look up again. For his own sake, he couldn’t. “All my hopes for the future had just started to melt away. I guess my dreams are the only place where I could dance with you again.”

‘Magkahawak ang ating kamay

At walang kamalay-malay

Na tinuruan mo ang puso ko

Na umibig na tunay’

“As we held our hands together, I had no doubt in my mind that you really had taught my heart how to truly fall in love.” Still, Dream would hold onto the memories of them. The kinder times.

‘Magkahawak ang ating kamay

At walang kamalay-malay

Na tinuruan mo ang puso ko

Na umibig na tunay’

As we held our hands together

I had no doubt in my mind

That you really had taught my heart

How to truly fall in love

La la la la, la la, la la, la la la

“He talked about you a lot.”

Dream looked up, the waitress was holding a box of tissues towards him.

“He did?”

“He did.”

Dream reached for the box of tissues, his heart burning with ache.

“I just wish…”

“I understand. I wish he was still here too. He was… He is my best friend.”

The waitress wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

“I… We used to date. It’s stupid but… I miss him.”

“I do too. Yogurt, Fundy’s son, he’s devastated.”

“He’s young, and he’s already lost his dad.”

Dream glanced down at the box of tissues, forcing a smile on his face. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Be good to him, or I will hunt you down and kill you.”

He laughed at that, reaching for one of the tissues. “Thank you, Miss…?”

“Niki. It’s Niki.”

She reached down, patting his shoulder.

She gave him a bittersweet smile.

“Fundy would have… He trusted you. So, be good to Yogurt for him, please.”

“I will.”

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Killed off Fundy, not feeling good ;-;

Also Yogurt is mentioned but not significant, I'm so sorry Yogurt ;-;

Also rip the imagery of Dream dancing alone in the middle of an empty diner ;-;

#fundy #dream dsmp #fundywastaken #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp #rip the tags they be disappearing lmao

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latteunwoo · 3 years

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first love || l.mh

↪ in life, many have experienced what it’s like to have a first love. this is how lee minho became your first love.

pairing: high school student!lee know x reader (feat. stray kids)

genre: fluff; humor; angst (??????? not too much, just the ending </3)

word count: 3.2k

A/N: This is the first part of my Lee Know series. I’m still a bit rusty since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the motivation to write again but I hope you guys still like it and can bear with me. In this series, Lee Know, the reader, and the other members of Stray Kids are not idols. Do note that most of the content are not real/accurate because this is an AU (Alternate Universe).

stray kids m.list || main m.list

Everyone has had their first love; that special someone that makes us experience love in an intense and special way for the very first time. For you, that was Lee Minho.

In fact, you were both each other’s first loves. The two of you had grown up together as you two just so happened to attend the same schools and as cliché as it sounds, one of you would’ve ended up developing feelings for the other one.

Funny enough, Minho was the one who started crushing on you first. He realized it in second grade that you were the girl of his dreams. Though at that age he didn’t realize it was love, he still was smart enough to know that he wanted to do everything in his power to impress you however he can.

It wasn’t his intention to make it look like he was purposefully doing better than you to mock you or anything though that’s how some of your classmates had falsely assumed it was. He just genuinely wanted to do good so he could impress you, though you hardly ever noticed any of his signals; or at least you made it look that way as you didn’t want to assume anything.

Unlike Minho, you were pretty good at hiding your feelings. As you two started to go through puberty and Minho had started to look more different, you started noticing him more; especially when he started getting into dance.

Other than all the things Minho was good at, dancing was his top expertise and something you could tell he was really passionate about. This was also something that made him more popular amongst the other girls.

You realized it in middle school that you may have a crush on him as your heart started racing even faster whenever he would call your name out loud when he saw you every morning and insisted that you two walk to class together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever some of the other girls in your class would crowd around him after his dance performances. Though you managed to not make your feelings for him noticeable; at least for a while.

"Are the results out yet?” Your friend Mina asked as the whole classroom was currently filled with a lot of chatter during the first break because today was the day the results of each grade’s class presidents and vice presidents were going to be released.

“They’ll be out during lunch time,” you said as you pulled out your books for the next class.

“We all know who the president is gonna be,” Your other friend Soojin scoffed as you all looked over to where Minho was entertaining some of the girls in your grade in the hallway.

“Hey! Don’t say that, maybe this year it’ll be Y/N,” Mina said as she hit Soojin’s arm.

“What? It’s true. He always wins.”

“Well, you don’t know! Y/N has gotten really popular too.”

As the two of them started bickering with each other you softly laughed before going back to prepping for the next class.

It was true. Minho always won because all the girls and a majority of the guys in your grade would vote for him. Not only was he the school’s ‘visual’ but he was extremely talented and smart which made his overall appearance even better in their eyes.

You don’t despise him or anything for always being first and leaving you with second place however. You did have to admit that he wasn’t so bad and it wasn’t like he ever rubbed it directly in your face or said anything mean to you about it, so you didn’t really have a proper reason to hate him.

It wasn’t like everyone hated you either. Amongst the girls in your grade, you were first at least. You were really smart and humble; and you were Minho’s friend which gave you an advantage in everyone else’s eyes despite you not really showing your friendship with him off.

Once lunchtime came around, everyone scurried out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang and ran to the first floor of the building to see the results.

“Are you not coming?” Soojin asked as you shook your head and gave her the excuse that you were just going to stay in the classroom to study, “Suit yourself then. We’ll bring you some food when we come back!”

Not even ten minutes later, the two of them came rushing back into the room. They both started saying things at the same time it was hard to understand what they were trying to tell you at first since their voices overlapped with each other.

“Calm down. What happened?” You asked as you tried to calm the two down a bit and have them speak one at a time.

“You... You won for... for class president,” Mina said as she was still trying to catch her breath from running all the way up here from the first floor.

“What?” You asked as you grabbed each of them and looked at them directly in the eyes and searched for any sign that they were possibly joking but they looked genuinely as surprised as you were.

“Yeah, we overheard some of the students talking and apparently Minho had told Mr. Kim to give the spot to you instead.”

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to mock you or something?” Soojin asked as the two of them started talking about what could cause Minho to willingly give his spot as class president to you.

You couldn’t really focus on what they were saying or even at all for that fact though as you were trying to figure out if Minho was doing this to help you or insult you.

“Congrats Y/N,” your teacher as your classmates cheered you on and although you just smiled at them you couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

It was weird. Minho had given the class president spot to you but why was he suddenly acting so cold around you? Ever since the results got out, he’d only give you short responses and never really gave you any time outside of the time you spent together doing your class president and vice president tasks to talk.

“Minho,” you softly spoke as the two of you were currently working on a setting up your class’s booth for the school festival, “c-can we talk later?”

“We have to work the booth,” he simply replied as he moved past you to work on putting up the sign on your booth.

“Pft, whatever,” you snickered as you glared at his back before going back into the classroom to get the rest of the decorations.

“You don’t think...” Mina wondered as she looked at Soojin to see if she had the same idea.

“No way,” they both gasped as they now looked at you who wasn’t really paying attention at first because you were busy making more paper flowers for the booth.

“What?” You asked, looking up at them after feeling their gazes burning into your skin.

“He likes you.”

“Huh?”

“Lee Minho likes you,” they both said as they started teasing you about the possibility of Minho acting this way because he likes you; though you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning at the thought of it.

“You’re both crazy,” you said as you threw one of the paper flowers at them before grabbing the box of them you had made back to the booth to start hanging them onto the booth, “They’re crazy. They don’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t even-”

Before you could even finished your question, you felt one of the legs on the chair you were standing on snapped. You had expected to land straight onto the concrete, however you were surprised when you opened your eyes to see Minho looking down at you as he had caught you before you landed straight on the ground, “Are you okay?”

“H-huh?” you stuttered as you felt very flustered at how close the two of you were.

“Are you okay?” He asked again as you quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m fine,” you said softly as you attempted to stand up on your own only to fall back down on the ground as you felt a shot of pain in your right ankle.

“Y/N!” Minho exclaimed as he crouched down to your level and pressed his hand gently on your swollen ankle, “You’re not okay. Here, hold onto my shoulder, I’ll take you to the nurse.”

Before you could even protest, he had swung your arm over his shoulder and carried you bridal style to the nurse’s office while you heard multiple ‘Oooohhhhh’s and whistling from the students who had witnessed the scene.

As the nurse wrapped a bandage over your swollen ankle, you and Minho looked everywhere but each other. It’d be a lie if either of you said the situation didn’t feel awkward since you two weren’t really on talking terms; thanks to him of course.

“There,” the nurse grinned as she started cleaning up the wrappers from the bandages, “it’s not broken, but it has been sprained so it will take a few days to heal. For now you can ask your boyfriend to-”

Before she could even finish, you had instantly sat up from your spot and Minho had stood up from the chair he was sitting in and you two both started protesting that he wasn’t your boyfriend. The nurse simply just smirked at the two of you before leaving you to go take care of another student on the other side of the curtain.

“Here. Let me help you.” Minho said as he quickly went over to help you off the bed, not really knowing where to put his hands though somehow one of his arms ended up on your waist as you had supported yourself on him by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said as you reached for the crutch the nurse had given you and placed it under your right arm before releasing your arm off of his shoulder.

“Oh,” he said as he was still staring at you, his arm still around your waist, “No problem.”

“You can let go of me now, I got it,” you smiled at him as he instantly snapped out of it and let go of his grip around your waist.

“Sorry,” he muttered as you started walking back to the booth while he followed shortly after.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you sitting on a chair at the booth finishing up the decorations there while Minho put them up for you. There was a silence between the two of you as you two worked, however this silence wasn’t awkward anymore.

“Ah, what time is it now? I still need to change out of my uniform,” you said to yourself as you reached for your phone to check the time.

“It’s almost five. Do you need help?” Minho asked as his eyes widened when he realized that what he had said might have been taken the wrong way, “I-I didn’t mean like- I just- I meant-”

You just laughed at his stuttering and stood up from the chair to head over to the locker rooms where you had told Mina to meet you at, “It’s fine. I know what you meant but I already told Mina to come help me. You can just take a break. I’ll be back!”

“Woah, Y/N is that you?” Chan teased as the other boys had turned their attention to you.

“Do I look that bad?” You asked as you fixed your skirt and pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“Badass, for sure yeah,” Jisung exclaimed and you just let out a small laugh at the younger boy as he continued, “But really, you look really nice, Y/N!”

“Thank you, Han,” you smiled as the other boys had joined in on complimenting you while Minho felt like he couldn’t breathe.

You were really pretty to begin with, Minho admitted that, however right now you just had a different glow radiating off of you and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You had noticed him staring and even looked over to try to catch him in the act, but before you could even say anything he either looked away or made himself busy by helping any of the other students who had come over to your booth.

Business at the booth started to slow down as most of the students were on the soccer field watching the performances. This gave you the perfect opportunity to count how much money you guys had made. Though you couldn’t really concentrate as you felt someone staring at you.

You quickly turned your head toward the boy sitting next to you, surprised at how close you two actually were from each other, “D-do I have something on my face?”

Minho didn’t even answer you, his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he leaned in closer before connecting your lips. Your eyes widened at the action. You could feel your heart racing out of your chest; which is something that has been happening a lot lately whenever you were around him.

As you were about to kiss him back, the boy quickly had snapped out of his trance and instantly pulled away to your dismay. It’d be an understatement if you said that you didn’t feel your heart fall to the floor when he pulled away from you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he moved back in his seat and looked away from you, his cheeks and ears burning red. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. I must be insane, he thought to himself as his heart started racing once again as he thought about what he had just done.

It was your turn to stare now. You looked at the boy as what the girls had said earlier started playing in your mind and you started wondering about what he could be feeling. Could he actually have feelings for you or?

He felt movement next to him and turned his head to see what you were doing only for you to catch him by surprise as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you and press your lips on his this time. When you pulled away, you looked at the boy in front of you who was still currently in a state of shock.

“Do you like me?” You asked as his eyes widened even more.

“I-I can’t breathe,” he stuttered still trying to catch his breath as you raised an eyebrow at him, “I mean, yeah. I like you. So much that I can’t breathe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, “That’s why I told Mr. Kim to make you class president instead because I knew how much you wanted to be class president and I had thought that if I did that you’d like me more but I overheard you talking with the girls about how you didn’t feel comfortable that I did that so that’s why I distanced myself because I didn’t want you to be more upset with me, but Y/N I really do like you. I’m really sorry and I understand if you don’t-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, “but you could’ve just told me in the first place that you liked me.”

“I know. I’m sorry-”

“Also, I like you too,” you said as Minho felt his cheeks and ears burning even more.

“You do?” He asked and you nodded. “Will you be my girlfriend then?”

Though part of you had expected the situation to turn this way, the way the word ‘girlfriend’ sounded coming from him caught you off guard.

“S-sure,” you stuttered as his smile grew wider and he engulfed you into a tight hug, “Now I can’t breathe.”

He quickly loosened his grip on you before bowing his head down, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assured as you gave him a reassuring smile.

You’d be lying if you said the first few days, maybe even weeks, of your relationship wasn’t a bit awkward. Since it was both of your first times being in a relationship, neither of you knew what exactly to do or at least was appropriate enough to do.

“Can I hold your hand?” Minho had asked nervously the next school day after the festival with one hand hovering hesitantly next to yours while the other was behind his neck.

“Yeah,” you said trying not to seem too forward as you closed the distance between both of your hands and intertwined your fingers while you lead him the rest of the way to school.

As you two got closer to campus and you started seeing more of your classmates, you became more nervous about whether you should just let go of his hand or not. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about being in a relationship with him but you were just worried about your classmates having negative thoughts about the relationship and you didn’t want him to get hate about it or anything.

“If you feel uncomfortable about being public with our relationship, it’s fine they don’t have to know,” Minho assured you as if he had read your mind.

“I just don’t want anyone to think I’m just using you or anything.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine if you want to keep it lowkey for now.” He gave you a reassuring smile as he slowly let go of your hand before the two of you started walking the rest of the way together.

This became a daily routine for a few weeks. The two of you would walk to and from school together though you would stop holding hands when you were within view of your other classmates. And you would only have small dates at either of your houses. Minho didn’t mind though because he himself was also very worried that if you two showed off your relationship a bit more that the girls who were always fangirling over him at school would hurt you and though he knew he could protect you from them he still didn’t want you to end up feeling uncomfortable about the thought of them hating you for it.

Obviously with both of your friends being very nosy, it wasn’t too long until they started to find out that the two of you were actually in a relationship already. They knew you both had feelings for each other, though they didn’t know you two had already confessed at the school festival.

Seeing your friends being supportive about the relationship boosted your confidence about being public with your relationship with Minho. You two started holding hands all the way to class and sometimes even during school when you had breaks; him sometimes stealing a quick kiss too and earning cheers from your classmates.

Eventually the two of you became more comfortable with each other and practically became inseparable. As you two were each other’s first loves, your entire relationship was spent not only learning more about each other but also what it means to truly love someone. You two were so much in love with each other that you had thought it would last forever. However of course, the reality of it was that sometimes your first love wasn’t meant to be your last.

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scribbling-stiks · 3 years

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OS - Bouncy Castle Birthday

America promised himself that this year was going to be fun.

All the states came this year, and Canada even came early with the provinces to celebrate Canada's birthday yesterday. It had taken a lot of energy to set up the inflatables, but he had a blast jumping with the kids and using the giant slide.

Yelling and laughter ring through the air, and water balloons fly.

"'BAMA! Stop eatin' all the hot dogs!"

"Illinois! You're not aLLOWED TO TAKE ALL THE WATERMELON!!"

America sits back in the afternoon sun and enjoys the warmth on his face.

"DAD! SOMEONE'S HERE TO TALK TO YOU!" someone shouts from the back door of the house.

America sighs and gets up from his spot. However, the statement does have him slightly confused. It's normally only the states and Canada's group who come for his birthday.

He walks inside and opens the front door. He finds Russia standing on the doorstep, looking embarrassed.

"Hey, Russ. What's up?"

"It's your birthday, so I brought a gift. I did not know you were having a party."

"Oh yeah! Thanks! Come on in."

Russia walks in with his head down.

"Hi Mr. Russia!"

"HI RUSS!"

"That's Russia? Wow, he's tall. No wonder he's friends with dad."

"I heard that!" America calls.

He turns back to Russia, "you can put that over here. I'm planning to open everything later, but I'm keeping out of harm's way for now."

America opens a coat closet, and Russia sets the box on top of a colorful stack. America looks up and smiles.

"Gotta say, it's kinda weird to see you without your long sleeves and hat."

Russia's face goes flush. America laughs and pats his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Ruski, you look great. Besides, it's hot outside anyway."

America walks Russia outside, and Texas waves in greeting before smacking Alabama's hand away with tongs.

"There are a lot of people here," Russia comments.

"Yup. Most of 'em are my states, though Canada and his provinces are here to. Aussie and them wanted to come, but he got busy," America says with a shrug.

America walks over to the blanket with Russia and sits down when Virginia runs over.

"Pops, UK is here with France. They got a lot of questions 'n forced their way into the mudroom. Massy is about to explode."

America sighs deeply and stands up.

"Sorry Russ, I gotta go handle this. I should be right back. Feel free to explore and whatnot."

America hurries inside with Virginia, hoping that Massachusetts hasn't cursed anyone yet. The state was close when America gets inside.

"MASSACHUSETTS! Stop this instant!"

Massachusetts freezes and then slowly lowers his arms.

"Fine."

America turns back to the two visitors.

"And you two! What are you doing here? How did you get here?!"

"Canada mentioned that you two were having a joint birthday party. It took a lot to get the address out of him. We also saw Russia walk in, so we did too," France replies, fixing her hair.

"Utah, can you go get your uncle for me, please?"

"Okay, Dad."

"We meant to come earlier but couldn't," France says in an unapologetic tone.

"What's with the sudden interest?" America questions, suspicious.

"Mom?! What are you...?" Canada interjects.

"Did you seriously give them the address of the Big House?!" America shouts.

"I did WHAT?!" Canada shrieks.

"Oh, will you stop with the yelling? The twat didn't give it to us without a bit of persuasion."

Canada's eyes go wide, and his face goes pale.

"Magic," he mutters.

The anger that had grown for Canada disappears in an instant. But a lump grows in his throat when he turns back to UK. He scowls.

"YOU USED MAGIC ON UNCLE CANADA!?!" Massachusetts roars. The state sprints forward, and his hands and eyes glow bright green with magic. Louisiana grabs him.

"Massy, like it or not, they are guests. We can't hurt 'em. 'Least, not yet," she says.

"Fine, but I'm telling the others," Massachusetts mutters. Louisiana releases him, and he runs outside.

"And America, I would like to know who all these people are," UK says, looking distastefully at the states that peak in at the conflict.

"Wouldn't you like to know? These 'people' are states and provinces who should really be outside."

The crowd outside the hallway dissipates quickly.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" UK asks.

"No, not if I don't have to," America bits back.

"Canada?"

"What? You expect Am(pronounces aim) to welcome you in when you got the address out of me with magic?"

"We are not leaving," UK says.

America sighs in defeat.

"Fine. Come on."

America begrudgingly leads them outside and looks around. He notices that Russia isn't on the blanket anymore but shrugs it off.

"Dad, DUCK!" one of the states shouts. America dives with Canada, and a barrage of water balloons fly above them, hitting UK and France.

France shrieks.

"AMERICA! CONTROL THESE BLOODY CHILDREN!"

America smirks.

"Nah. It's my birthday. I don't have to do anything. Besides, you're the one who insisted on staying."

UK scowls.

America walks away and ignores the shouting behind him. Normally, he would scold the states for acting in such a manner, but UK and France put him in a bad mood, so he turns a blind eye.

He walks over to Texas and takes one of the burgers of the plate. Texas almost smacks him before recognizing him as not Alabama.

"Howdy, dad. What was happening in there."

"My 'parents' barged in and demanded to participate, so I am ignoring the consequences."

Texas laughs loudly.

"No wonder Massachusetts was so mad! He even had-"

"Don't tell me. The less I know, the better."

Texas grins and nods.

America walks over to the fold-up table and finishes putting together his food. He returns to the blanket and begins eating. He looks around for Russia and catches a glimpse of his flag in the bouncy house. He chokes for a second and shovels the rest of his burger into his mouth before walking over. He gets closer and sees Russia flying through the air, and the states work together to bounce him high into the air.

"Come on y'all! Let's get him to the ceiling!" Kentucky yells. The others cheer.

On the next launch, Russia hits the ceiling, and the states cheer and fall back. Russia lands and bounces a few times and laughs loudly.

"Hi dad!"

"Hi daddy!"

America smiles.

"Hi guys. You having fun?"

"Yeah! Mr. Russia came to play with us," Alaska says happily.

"He did? Well, can I join you too?"

"Yeah!! Come on!" Kansas cheers.

America climbs in and begins jumping with the rest of the states. Russia scrambles up and jumps alongside America, and they all laugh like young mortal children.

America is put in the middle and bounced to high heaven. He laughs and spins in the air. Then Russia joins him, and they ricochet against each other when the states launch them into the air. America shrieks with laughter.

When he finally gets a break from bouncing, he stands up and drags Russia behind him. He hops out of the inflatable castle with Russia, out of breath, and so happy.

"Come on!" he laughs and runs to the inflatable water slide. Russia laughs breathlessly behind him.

They speed to the top of the structure and race down the slides. Water splashes up, and Russia wins the race to the bottom. America splashes water at Russia, and Russia laughs. America hops up, and Russia chases after him.

America runs laughing and trips. He tumbles and flails, landing face down in a pool of mud. Russia laughs hysterically. America scowls, then smirks. He hops up and charges at Russia, hugging him tightly. Russia shrieks and tries to push him off. America tightens his grip. Russia kicks him back into the mud.

America pulls Russia down on top of him and wrestled him into the mud. The two laugh and wrestle. They only happen to relax after their flags became so covered in mud that they were near unrecognizable.

The two lay side by side, laughing. America finds that he can't stop. Every time he calms down, he looks over at Russia, and another fit of laughter takes him. He clutches his stomach and howls.

"How irresponsible. You are nothing but a bloody child. Allowing your children to run wild," UK says, standing above America with a scowl. America abruptly silences and sits up stiffly.

"Well? You haven't bloody cha-"

UK is cut off by a mouth full of mud. America spins around and sees Russia sitting beside him, smirking, and holding a handful of mud. UK sputters and growls. Russia pulls America to his feet and the two escape, cackling.

America sees the other states begin laughing as well. Water balloons fly around them, and water splashes everywhere, rinsing and diluting the dirt on their faces and clothes. The two collapse onto America's blanket and panting heavily.

America stares up at the blue afternoon sky, grinning.

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dinglemingle · 3 years

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Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)

Chapter 5

TW: Drug use + dealing TW: Vomit TW: Violence

This chapter contains explicit language.

Saturday mornings were not the time to be standing outside McDonald's whilst your dodgy mate dealed, but here Aaron was, freezing his arse off for a couple of quid.

To be honest, he'd hardly class Ross Barton as a mate, he'd only know him a few weeks, but he needed the money and Ross was more than happy to cut him in if he helped. A life of crime wasn't what Aaron had in store, but for the time being, it gave him enough money to not have to rely on his mum.

Relying on Chas was something you couldn't do, she'd make a promise then never see it through, or swear she only needed a fiver but somehow leave with twenty, which was of course never repaid. He did love his mum, and she tried her best, but her overbearing nature and mother knows best attitude could be a lot to handle sometimes.

He used to think he was the luckiest kid, to have Chas and Paddy, but by the time he'd hit 15 he realised how patronising they both were. Paddy had gotten worse in recent years, trying to manipulate him and overacting when he put the smallest foot out of line. Aaron knew he was just being protective, it didn't stop him from getting frustrated every time Paddy tried to control his life.

He still viewed Paddy as a father figure, still idolised him, he didn't think that would ever change, despite everything. Paddy had taken him in and loved him as his own, even now that Leo was here, he still made time. Add to that the fact that Paddy was the only one he'd spoken to about being gay

Aaron hadn't fully admitted it, not quite comfortable enough yet. He managed to confess his attraction to lads however and his curiosity. Paddy had been great, promised not to tell anyone and that he still loved him. Aaron didn't care, even telling one person had been too much, so they'd dropped the subject and never spoke of it again. Aaron preferred it that way, he didn't want all the attention that came with coming out or being the only gay in the village, still, he always noticed Paddy's watchful eye when he so much as looked at another boy

In a way, Paddy had helped him feel more comfortable, so he felt like he owed the man, couldn't write him off, no matter how pushy he could be. It was sort of an impossible situation, one he often kept at the back of his mind.

The thought however was interpreted when Ross emerged from the corner, cash in hand, grin up to his ears.

"There you are" he stuffed £40 into Aaron's hand and patted his shoulder

"Right so-" Aaron began, the ringing of Ross's Nokia cut him off

Ross retrieved the phone from his coat and gave Aaron the signal to wait

"Alright mate" Ross started

Aaron felt a bit useless, just stood there

"Outside Maccies mate, be there in a bit yeah" Ross continued, talking to the unknown source

He nodded a bit before finishing the call

"Right sound" he put the phone away and turned to Aaron

"Come on, we're picking up then dropping off" He spun back around and made his way towards the bus station, Aaron closely following behind

Bus journeys were usually calming for Aaron, not this one though, as Ross painfully made small talk, going on about which girls had the nicest tits and had Aaron got any recently? Of course, he had replied with "Yes Ross, in fact, it was your younger brother in a dingy wood."

The pick up had somehow been worse, a bunch of lads Aaron only knew from their bad reputations, who had somehow made friends with Ross in the five minutes he'd been in Yorkshire

Aaron didn't speak, just stood waiting for Ross to hurry up. He wasn't scared of the lads, but the knowledge that they'd batter him if they knew who he was made him feel uneasy

After what felt like 10 years Ross appeared from the kitchen, a shed load of drugs stashed in his coat

Soon they were back on the bus, this journey being silent, thank god, and at Tanya Holden's house

She opened the door with that sour-faced look that was glued to her like a bad stain. Her mega-rich parents were away for the weekend,so the beer bottles and bodies lying around weren't much of a surprise

"Ah babe why didn't you invite me" Ross signalled to the clear remnants of a party whilst trying to hug Tanya

"Piss off" was her response, as he pushed him away

Ross laughed and held his hands up, Aaron was still in the doorway, hating being there, feeling all the more awkward as Tanya had of course been one of the girls Ross deemed "shaggable" on the bus

She noticed his presence

"This one don't speak?" She questioned, reaching for her purse

Aaron's cheeks flushed

"Oh he's shy" Ross approached, pinching his pink cheeks

Aaron batted his hands away, rolling his eyes

Ross laughed again "soft lad"

Tanya had pulled out some money and was waving it in Ross' face

"The stuff?" she questioned

Ross didn't hesitate before producing a few bags

Coke, Aaron thought, to be honest, he didn't know, or maybe he just didn't care

Sometime between leaving Tanya's and getting the bus back to town, Ross had mentioned a party that night, he'd only been invited because he had drugs, and he thought Aaron might be up for it

Up for it wasn't how Aaron felt at all, but he appreciated the offer, and he'd grown tired of spending his Saturday's third-wheeling with Vic and Adam, so at half-past 8, he was in the back of a Vauxhall Corsa with Ross, on the way to god knows where, pockets stuffed with Ket

Midnight was fast approaching and Aaron was positively off his face. He hadn't gotten this high in a long time, preferring the odd joint over a full-on bender.

There was a time this would be his usual weekend activity, but he'd moved on from that crowd and away from nights spent in A&N with sick down his shirt.

At age 15 he'd had his stomach pumped 4 times and was already dealing and nicking anything he could find, an attempt to make a few quid quid so he could go and buy more drugs.

The life of crime had soon caught up with him, when he'd been battered by the McFarlanes for a deal gone wrong. It was after this that he packed it all in.

Yet here he was again, falling back into bad habits, stumbling through a crowd of drunk teenagers and a couple of blokes who looked way to old to be knocking back dark fruits with 16 year olds.

Before long he'd found himself in the bathroom of whoever the fucks house this was. Alone with his thoughts his mind began racing, Aaron couldn't decide if it was because of the substances or the blonde boy he hadn't seen in over two weeks.

Well, that was a lie, of course, it was, Aaron couldn't escape seeing Robert, he was constantly there, sauntering through the halls, or snogging Chrissie in the common room

But Aaron hadn't actually seen Robert, not properly. He hadn't seen him up at the farm, getting chastised by Jack, or on a night out, sat dazed in the toilets, rambling about bullshit whilst he scrolled through his phone.

He hadn't seen the cocky glint in his eye or the smug smirk. And it was bothering him

Ever since that day at the unused classroom it was like a switch had gone off in Robert. There were no snarky comments or digs coming Aaron's way anymore. He didn't want to get carried away but he could've sworn Robert was avoiding him.

Maybe he'd touched a nerve,he didn't know, and quite frankly he didn't care what the reason was,he was just pissed off.

Sure he didn't like Robert telling him to fuck off or taking the piss out of his cheap trainers, but this was awful

This, god this was so much worse.

The constant impenetrable silence, the complete of avoidance of each other everywhere they went,it was killing him. Aaron craved Roberts attention, he craved the rush of Robert calling his name or the way they'd bicker in the canteen.

Aaron hadn't realised just how much he relied on Robert to feel a buzz. Sure a part of him hated arguing with the prick,but these last few weeks he'd realised he absolutely loved it as well

At that moment, as he collapsed into an empty bathtub, ribs aching and vision blurred from aggressive strobe lights, Aaron realised he'd rather hate Robert for the rest of his life then never have anything with him at all

As if by some sick force of nature Robert Sugden himself stumbled into the bathroom,fly already down, beelining for the toilet before he wet himself and spoiled his new Ralph Lauren jeans

Aaron's eyes looked as the tall hazy blonde raced passed him and for a split second believed Robert himself was a god and that the heavens must be real

Others would say it was the ridiculously large number mushrooms he'd consumed earlier that evening

"What the fuck" Aaron's dreams of god's and angel's were disturbed by a visibly startled Robert,who was staring at him, jeans at the knees and white briefs protecting his modesty

Aaron would be lying if he said he didn't look, after all, he had to confirm if the rumours were true

"Fuck off Dingle!" Shit. There it was, just like that Aaron was sober, his eyes wide open as he realised that Robert really was there, in front of him and he desperately clambered out of the bath and through the door,which expectantly closed with a loud bang and a murmur of "for fucks sake" and "can't take a piss in peace"

Once back downstairs, though not really remembering how he'd got there, Aaron had headed straight for the kitchen for another drink, he didn't like this sudden sobriety, in a strange sort of way it left him feeling naked, vulnerable, unable to hide behind the mask of a drunk persona.

He'd downed a Budweiser,two dark fruits and done 4 vodka shots when he next saw Robert. The blonde was making his way into the living room from the garden, sweat glistening his forehead and quite clearly fucked out of his mind.

He stumbled in through the doors, leaving mud stains on a perfectly beige carpet, though at this point everyone was far too pissed to care and in true Robert fashion had gone flying into Brandon Keene, Hotten's biggest wanker, spilling his Stella (typical) all over his definitely underage girlfriend

Without a moment to spare, Robert was flying through a crowd of people and crash landing onto the couch, nose gushing with blood after being punched right in the face

Suddenly a crowd of drunken teens had formed and all began chanting fight! fight! fight!

Aaron rolled his eyes as Robert charged at Brandon, wrestling him to the floor

Aaron didn't even know why Brandon was there, he'd left college two years earlier and was known for being a nasty gobshite. Last Aaron heard he'd swanned off to Liverpool with a new modelling job. Obviously not

Within mere minutes a couple of punches had been thrown and the sweaty bodies around him had almost duplicated, Aaron decided it was too much hassle and too much noise and made the motion to leave.

Robert had other ideas,he'd looked up from being smacked by the twat on top of him and locked eyes with Aaron right as he decided to go.

Aaron couldn't quite pinpoint what it was in Robert's eyes. Fear? Anguish? Desperation? Whatever it was it saw Aaron pulling off Brandon with all of his might, and throwing him as far into the crowd as humanly possible

When he turned round Robert was already stood smugly in the centre of the living room like he hadn't just been beaten to a pulp

That's when the tidal wave of drugs, alcohol and the way Roberts nose had been rearranged from the rest of his face came over him and he threw up everywhere

The carpet was a mix of sweat, blood and tears quite literally,and now Aaron's sick

He'd never been bothered by blood and gore but the heat and the intensity of everything got that better of him and it was too late to do anything

He turned to see Robert stood there with his sick all over his shirt and shoes

Aaron felt like he'd be sick again. The music became all blurry and he vaguely caught snippets of the abuse Robert hurled his way

His fists were sweaty and his head was spinning he felt like he was losing control. The weight of the room collapsed on his shoulders as he saw the camera flashes and heard the sniggers. The air in his lungs vanished as he desperately pushed through the crowd, never having been so mortified on his life.

He'd escaped with Roberts voice echoing "you fucking freak" over and over and over again as he collapsed halfway down the street, hot tears brutally spilling from his red eyes. The night air hit him violently,he'd left his jacket somewhere in there

But he couldn't go back. No

He'd just thrown up on Robert. Fucking Robert. In Front of half of his college

Aaron physically felt his stomach churn,but not because he was going to be sick, but because he'd never felt so ashamed,so stupid, in that moment he wanted to disappear.

So he got up and ran through the streets,crying, humiliated,the cold air shaking him, and he didn't stop til he got to some random kebab shop in town, where he'd sat on the pavement,with no jacket,no money,only his dead phone and a trackie pocket full of shitty receipts for two hours before a stranger let him use their phone

And when at 1:27 am he'd buried himself in the passenger seat of his uncle Cain's car, no questions asked,he declared officially that he fucking hated Robert Sugden,but more importantly,

he hated himself.

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Aaron spent the weekend at Cain's, much to Chas' dismay but he really didn't care, he felt awful and he knew his mum would only pry

He'd charged his phone, but had avoided it all weekend for fear of seeing what people had said

It was at 1:44 am on Monday when he'd finally plucked up the courage to turn his phone on when he saw a text from a familiar yet distant number

Sorry,R

#robron #my work #emmerdale #robert sugden #aaron dingle #please check it out on ao3 too #i've read it through but i've been up for hours im very tired so sorry if mistakes #.

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justskulkingaround · 4 years

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OS: Bouncy Castle Birthday

America promised himself that this year was going to be fun.

All the states came this year, and Canada even came early with the provinces to celebrate Canada’s birthday yesterday. It had taken a lot of energy to set up the inflatables, but he had a blast jumping with the kids and using the giant slide.

Yelling and laughter ring through the air, and water balloons fly.

“‘BAMA! Stop eatin’ all the hot dogs!”

“Illinois! You’re not aLLOWED TO TAKE ALL THE WATERMELON!!”

America sits back in the afternoon sun and enjoys the warmth on his face.

“DAD! SOMEONE’S HERE TO TALK TO YOU!” someone shouts from the back door of the house.

America sighs and gets up from his spot. However, the statement does have him slightly confused. It’s normally only the states and Canada’s group who come for his birthday.

He walks inside and opens the front door. He finds Russia standing on the doorstep, looking embarrassed.

“Hey, Russ. What’s up?”

“It’s your birthday, so I brought a gift. I did not know you were having a party.”

“Oh yeah! Thanks! Come on in.”

Russia walks in with his head down.

“Hi Mr. Russia!”

“HI RUSS!”

“That’s Russia? Wow, he’s tall. No wonder he’s friends with dad.”

“I heard that!” America calls.

He turns back to Russia, “you can put that over here. I’m planning to open everything later, but I’m keeping out of harm’s way for now.”

America opens a coat closet, and Russia sets the box on top of a colorful stack. America looks up and smiles.

“Gotta say, it’s kinda weird to see you without your long sleeves and hat.”

Russia’s face goes flush. America laughs and pats his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Ruski, you look great. Besides, it’s hot outside anyway.”

America walks Russia outside, and Texas waves in greeting before smacking Alabama’s hand away with tongs.

“There are a lot of people here,” Russia comments.

“Yup. Most of ‘em are my states, though Canada and his provinces are here to. Aussie and them wanted to come, but he got busy,” America says with a shrug.

America walks over to the blanket with Russia and sits down when Virginia runs over.

“Pops, UK is here with France. They got a lot of questions ‘n forced their way into the mudroom. Massy is about to explode.”

America sighs deeply and stands up.

“Sorry Russ, I gotta go handle this. I should be right back. Feel free to explore and whatnot.”

America hurries inside with Virginia, hoping that Massachusetts hasn’t cursed anyone yet. The state was close when America gets inside.

“MASSACHUSETTS! Stop this instant!”

Massachusetts freezes and then slowly lowers his arms.

“Fine.”

America turns back to the two visitors.

“And you two! What are you doing here? How did you get here?!”

“Canada mentioned that you two were having a joint birthday party. It took a lot to get the address out of him. We also saw Russia walk in, so we did too,” France replies, fixing her hair.

“Utah, can you go get your uncle for me, please?”

“Okay, Dad.”

“We meant to come earlier but couldn’t,” France says in an unapologetic tone.

“What’s with the sudden interest?” America questions, suspicious.

“Mom?! What are you...?” Canada interjects.

“Did you seriously give them the address of the Big House?!” America shouts.

“I did WHAT?!” Canada shrieks.

“Oh, will you stop with the yelling? The twat didn’t give it to us without a bit of persuasion.”

Canada’s eyes go wide, and his face goes pale.

“Magic,” he mutters.

The anger that had grown for Canada disappears in an instant. But a lump grows in his throat when he turns back to UK. He scowls.

“YOU USED MAGIC ON UNCLE CANADA!?!” Massachusetts roars. The state sprints forward, and his hands and eyes glow bright green with magic. Louisiana grabs him.

“Massy, like it or not, they are guests. We can’t hurt ‘em. ‘Least, not yet,” she says.

“Fine, but I’m telling the others,” Massachusetts mutters. Louisiana releases him, and he runs outside.

“And America, I would like to know who all these people are,” UK says, looking distastefully at the states that peak in at the conflict.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? These 'people’ are states and provinces who should really be outside.”

The crowd outside the hallway dissipates quickly.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?” UK asks.

“No, not if I don’t have to,” America bits back.

“Canada?”

“What? You expect Am(pronounces aim) to welcome you in when you got the address out of me with magic?”

“We are not leaving,” UK says.

America sighs in defeat.

“Fine. Come on.”

America begrudgingly leads them outside and looks around. He notices that Russia isn’t on the blanket anymore but shrugs it off.

"Dad, DUCK!" one of the states shouts. America dives with Canada, and a barrage of water balloons fly above them, hitting UK and France.

France shrieks.

"AMERICA! CONTROL THESE BLOODY CHILDREN!"

America smirks.

"Nah. It's my birthday. I don't have to do anything. Besides, you're the one who insisted on staying."

UK scowls.

America walks away and ignores the shouting behind him. Normally, he would scold the states for acting in such a manner, but UK and France put him in a bad mood, so he turns a blind eye.

He walks over to Texas and takes one of the burgers of the plate. Texas almost smacks him before recognizing him as not Alabama.

"Howdy, dad. What was happening in there."

"My 'parents' barged in and demanded to participate, so I am ignoring the consequences."

Texas laughs loudly.

"No wonder Massachusetts was so mad! He even had-"

"Don't tell me. The less I know, the better."

Texas grins and nods.

"Come on y'all! Let's get him to the ceiling!" Kentucky yells. The others cheer.

On the next launch, Russia hits the ceiling, and the states cheer and fall back. Russia lands and bounces a few times and laughs loudly.

"Hi dad!"

"Hi daddy!"

America smiles.

"Hi guys. You having fun?"

"Yeah! Mr. Russia came to play with us," Alaska says happily.

"He did? Well, can I join you too?"

"Yeah!! Come on!" Kansas cheers.

America climbs in and begins jumping with the rest of the states. Russia scrambles up and jumps alongside America, and they all laugh like young mortal children.

When he finally gets a break from bouncing, he stands up and drags Russia behind him. He hops out of the inflatable castle with Russia, out of breath, and so happy.

"Come on!" he laughs and runs to the inflatable water slide. Russia laughs breathlessly behind him.

The two lay side by side, laughing. America finds that he can't stop. Every time he calms down, he looks over at Russia, and another fit of laughter takes him. He clutches his stomach and howls.

"How irresponsible. You are nothing but a bloody child. Allowing your children to run wild," UK says, standing above America with a scowl. America abruptly silences and sits up stiffly.

"Well? You haven't bloody cha-"

America stares up at the blue afternoon sky, grinning.

#July 4th #fun #OS #rusame #statehumans #countryhumans #ch america #ch russia #birthday #birthday party #my little brother's birthday and the prompts from earlier gave me some ideas #one shot

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evil-overlord-scriptology · 4 years

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Dating My Brother’s Archenemy Pt. 2 (ARCHIVED)

CrAzYArtist: Party? Like full out high school party? Drinking and drugs and everything? O.o I didn't know you were into that...

GreenThumb: Yeah... and my sister is making me go. But it'd give us a chance to hang out.

MonKeybiz: I'm for it! As long as you don't make me do anything against my will...

$Cha-Ching$: Fine by me, never been to one before.

CrAzYArtist: Where's it at?

GreenThumb: Ermmm... It's Amber's party... My sister is friends with her and she's dragging me a long as her ride back home. Can't see why I can't just wait around in town until she's ready...

MonKeybiz: ...You're kidding, right?

$Cha-Ching$: Gives Kori a perfect chance to speak with Nathaniel though...

MonKeybiz: True...

CrAzYArtist: Say one more word about that and I'll break the record of my grudges.

$Cha-Ching$: No idea of what you mean, but I can tell you're serious. Not crossing the line

MonKeybiz: I second that!

GreenThumb: Besides, it gives you three a perfect chance to crash Amber's party.

CrAzYArtist: I'm in!

$Cha-Ching$: Me too!

MonKeybiz: Me three! lol

*RabidsingeR has signed in*

CrAzYArtist: Clear you weekend calendar, Lexsie, we're going to crash Amber's party!

MonKeybiz: And do a little matchmaking between Nath and Kori on the side.

$Cha-Ching$: Hey, this is Penni!

GreenThumb: Plus you finally get to meet me in person!

RabidsingeR: You had me at 'crash Amber's party' XD I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this...

"You are not going out like that." Castiel said, not even looking up from his guitar. I looked down at my pure white flowing knee length dress and sheer tights with snowflakes picked out in silver. Lysander, who was sitting across from him scribbling away, glanced up, raised an eyebrow then looked at my brother, "She's not dressed inappropriately." Castiel still wouldn't look up, "She's going to that stupid party, so she's dressed inappropriately." He stated simply. I rolled my eyes to Lexsie who kept dabbing at her make up while Penni kept slapping her hand away. I wondered how Lexsie could even like my brother, he was just a pain sometimes. Penni smacked Lexsie's hand away again, "If you keep touching it, you're going to smudge my work!" The blonde girl snapped. Savannah sighed, "Really Lexsie. You're the one who wanted Penni to do your make up..." Lexsie's fingers started inching their way towards her face again, but one glare from Penni stopped them.

Castiel finally looked up, "You look fine Lexsie. Stop fussing." He said flatly. Lexsie didn't really need the bright pink colored blush after that, she was so red in the face that the base couldn't hide it. Savannah, Penni and I giggled. Over the few days that we had to get our costumes ready for Amber's Halloween party Lexsie and Castiel went from Stage 1: 'You're Just My Friend, Whatever' to Stage 2: 'Blushes and Compliments.' It was all according to Tansy's '10 Stages of Relationships' chart. Penni was at Stage 7: the 'Can't be Without You' stage. Savannah was still at stage one with Lysander. Tansy said I was between Stage 5: 'Shyly Skipping Around the Subject of Dating' and Stage 6: 'Small Kisses and Presents.' I thought it was strange that Tansy had this whole thing already worked out, and that it made sense, somewhat.

I sighed and snatched up my white wedge heels, “Let's go we're going to be late. Hey Castiel, are you using the car?” My brother, squinting at a page of lyrics, shook his head 'no'. I smirked, now came to part of tricking him, “I need the keys really fast, where are they?” Still trying to decipher the Lysander's writing, Castiel pointed to the small bowl sitting on the table, “There, stop bothering me.” He snapped. Before my twin realized he had been duped, I grabbed the car keys and ushered my snickering friends out the door, calling over my shoulder, “We'll be home late, see you later!” Before I closed the door, I could see Lysander smirking at me, he winked. So he knew my plan, but didn't bother to tell my brother. Guess he was on my side again.

vvv

So far the party was a total bore. The only thing exciting was when some random couple got into a major fight which ended with a major make out session that made me want to gag. Penni seemed to be enjoying herself though, having never been to a stereotypical teen party. Even I had been before, when Lexsie dragged me to one our freshmen year, that was when we met Savannah. And I met Ty, much to my later misfortune. I kept to the seats, sandwiched between couples who couldn't keep their hands off each other and druggies smoking themselves silly. Savannah had left in search for a soda, knowing it would be a lost cause, while Lexsie was busy warding off guys hitting on her. Penni, however, had headed straight for the dance floor. From my view, I could tell she was owning the floor with her crazy moves. I hadn't even known she was into dancing.

Savannah reappeared, two Dr. Peppers in her hand, “Guess Nathaniel is cracking down on the beer, I couldn't find any.” She said as she handed me one of the frigid cans. I shot her a look, “Were you looking for them?” I asked suspiciously. Savannah plopped down next to me, not caring if her medieval lady dress was wrinkled in the process, and laughed, “Of course not. But you know how hard it is to find a coke at these parties. I was kinda suspicious when the first cooler was nothing but sodas, so was the second and the third... after I looked around, I couldn't find any beer.” I popped the tap on my soda and took a nice long drink. Something bumped into me, causing me to spew my drink... just as Amber walked past in her skimpy pirate girl costume.

As Lexsie would say: It was an opportunity worth dying for, and from the look Amber gave me, I thought she really was going to kill me. Savannah dying of laughter beside me didn't help my case of it being an accident. Suddenly I went from being the invisible snow princess, to the girl facing Amber's wrath. I slouched a little in my seat, bracing myself for the hurricane that was about to be unleashed.

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!! You did that on purpose! Why are you even here, I know I didn't f***ing invite you!” Amber started, her voice shrill to the point that I knew any dogs within a mile could hear her. I slumped down a little lower, my cheeks flaming red. I didn't like being the center of attention and suddenly I was on Broadway. “Uhh... I'm sorry, I didn't-” I started, but Amber didn't even let me explain, “You ruined my $200 costume! You are soooooo paying me back, bitch! Don't think you won't!” Amber shouted then stomped away, her whole right side drenched in my backwash. I buried my face in my hands, not sure if I should cry or laugh. Lexsie came up just as the rest of the crowd started returning to normal, “What happened?” I was still embarrassed to speak, but Savannah wasn't, “Well, you see. Kori decided it would be a good idea to spill Dr. Pepper on Amber and-” “It was an accident!” I practically wailed, both my friends cracked up.

vvv

Hours late Jade finally showed up as a green haired vampire. I didn't even have to make introductions, Lexsie and Savannah spotted him the minute he walked through the door, his bright green hair as out of place as Savannah's purple hair or my white locks. When I saw that there would be no awkwardness between the three I went to find Penni. She was surrounded by jocks trying to flirt with her, and she didn't look very pleased at all. I smiled and joined her, “Hey Penni, Jade's here. Do you want to meet him?” I asked. Penni looked at me confused, she had already met Jade before he went back to his own school, and she knew I knew that. I gave her a look, trying to express with my eyes that I was giving her the perfect chance to escape the jock's unwanted attention. She finally got the message and nodded before dragging me away with a force I didn't know she had.

Of course, we never made it that far. As we walked underneath the upper story walkway, there was a voice shouting, “There she is!” It was followed by a show of ice cold water down on my head. I shrieked at the sudden change in temperature, throwing up my arms to deflect most of the downpour off my poor head. Laughter filled the air, and I was dragged back to the day that Amber had altered the comic I had drawn. Only this was worse, this was physical discomfort.

Penni was staring at me, mouth open wide and eyes nearly popping out of her head. None of the water hit her luckily. Her gypsy costume was still in tact, but the same could be said for my snow princess dress. It had gone from gleaming white to sheer in .03 seconds, plastered to my body like a second skin. I hastily crossed my arms over my chest, shaking from the cold air that now wafted at my body. Amber appeared before me, taunting, “I told you you'd regret it, little bitch. How does it feel?” Penni glared at Amber and opened her mouth to defend me, but someone else beat her to it, “Amber! That's enough.” Shivering I looked over my shoulder just as Nathaniel wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. His sister backed down with a pout.

Nathaniel took me to his bedroom. I sat on his bed, the blanket wrapped around me, watching him as he carefully made sure his door was cracked two inches. I couldn't help but smile at that, “I-It won't m-m-ma-matter. The-They w-w-will a-a-a-as-assume the w-w-worst.” I stuttered, my teeth clattering together loudly. Nathaniel didn't answer as he shifted through his drawers and pulled out a pair of grey sweats and a formless white T-shirt. He motioned to a closed door on the other side of the bed, “Bathroom is through there.” I didn't move. I just stared at the pile of clothes he gave me, then up at his golden eyes, “Why do you always help me?” I blurted out.

Nathaniel blushed a little and looked away sheepishly, “Uh... I guess I feel responsible for what my sister does to you.” He said uncomfortably. I looked back down, disappointed, “...oh...” I stood and moved toward the bathroom to change, but Nathaniel grabbed my arm, “Korianna, wait...” I looked up at him, half hoping half dreading what he would say. Nathaniel studied me for a while before saying, “You know I like you, Korianna. I guess that's the real reason why I want to protect you from my sister's stupid pranks.” I stared at Nathaniel for a minute, my brain trying to catch up to what he just said. Nathaniel blushed even harder and started to let go of me, thinking that I was rejecting him, when I threw my arms around his neck and crashed my lips to his. Surprised he stumbled back a step and I was dragged with him, my feet skittering forward to avoid doing a face plant. Somehow my left foot got wedged behind his right and he tripped over it. To avoid falling to the floor, Nathaniel twisted and we both ended up on the bed, me on top of him, kissing...

...just as Melody opened the door.

The three of us stared at each other for a minute, all of us blushing. Then I bolted off Nathaniel and fled for the bathroom, the clothes he gave me clutched in my arms. I stood leaning against the door, breathing heavily. I could not believe Nathaniel and I had just been caught by the girl who had a crush on him. Castiel seeing us kissing was bad enough, but Melody wasn't one to keep a secret like my brother. She was almost as bad as Peggy when it came to gossip, except when it dealt with Nathaniel. I just hoped her policy of not telling Peggy anything about Nathaniel would cover this incident. I could hear Melody speaking in a chocked tone, “What's going on? I-I came to tell you I was here and she- Did Kori... was she...?” Then came Nathaniel's much calmer voice, “Someone spilled something on Korianna's costume, she came to me for extra clothes.” His voice left no room to question how I had come in his bedroom looking for extra clothes and ended up kissing him. There was a small muffled sob and the sound of a door slamming.

I finished tugging on the white shirt and tying the sweats tighter around my waist before leaving the bathroom, my wet dress flung over one arm. Nathaniel was standing in the middle of his room, staring down at something in his hands. I peered around him to see a pair of yellow cat ears attached to a head band teetering over his palm. Melody must have given them to him before she left. I gently touched his shoulder, startling him. Biting my lip I looked down, “I'm sorry... I-” Nathaniel pressed a finger to my lips, “You shouldn't be sorry. It's not your fault.” He said softly. I tried a small smile and took the cat ears from him, “These are nice. You should wear them.” I said timidly, trying to change the subject to a safer track.

Nathaniel snorted, “I don't celebrate Halloween. I think it's stupid.” He said dully and I rolled my eyes, “You would.” I muttered then shoved the car ears down on his head, laughing at his expression of surprise. “There! You know, the ears really look good on you, I think you should wear them from now on.” I said between giggles. Nathaniel frowned at me and tried to pull the ear off, but I swatted his hands away, “No I like them. Leave them in.” Slowly he lowered his hands and didn't try to take them off again. I grinned at the thought that Nathaniel would wear something even if he didn't like it, because he knew I did. Mentally I made a note to tell Tansy I had gone from between Stage 5 and Stage 6 to fully on Stage 6 of her 10 Stages of Relationships. I knew she would be thrilled.

*CrAzYArtist had signed in*

$Cha-Ching$: Hey so what happened after the water accident yesterday? No one saw you after that.

MonKeybiz: Seriously, girl. I know you want to be with your boy, but spend some time with your homeys!

RabidsingeR: Savannah, don't try to be gangster. It's just atrocious.

CrAzYArtist: 8 points for Lexsie!

RabidsingeR: We're not playing Scrabble, Kori...

GreenThumb: Back on subject... where did you go? I didn't get to even say hi before you disappeared.

CrAzYArtist: No reason... I just didn't want to be in that house anymore

$Cha-Ching$: So either you got into a fight with Nath or kissed him again...

RabidsingeR: I'm going with kissing... At least here's hoping ;P

CrAzYArtist: Since you'll drag it out of me anyway... Yes, Nath and I kissed again, and Melody walked in on us.

MonKeybiz: ...Oh snap... doesn't she have a crush on Nath?

$Cha-Ching$: Yep... ladies and Jade, prepare for World War 3

CrAzYArtist: Oh come on! Melody and I are rational people, it's not like we'll end up cat fighting in the middle of the hall.

RabidsingeR: When it comes to guys, all rationality goes out the window.

$Cha-Ching$: Yeah, I mean look at how Lexsie first treated me for the whole Lysander mess... and she doesn't even like him (not like Savannah)!

RabidsingeR: THAT WASN'T THE REASON!

$Cha-Ching$: *read in sarcasm* You're right. It was because Kori forced Castiel into the whole mess, since that makes a whole lot more sense.

MonKeybiz: Penni you're hilarious!

RabidsingeR: Grrrrr...

CrAzYArtist: Get over it, Lexsie.

GreenThumb: Back on topic girls.

MonKeybiz: lol, what are you the Topic Police?

GreenThumb: Yes... don't make me write you a ticket! ^^

MonKeybiz: I'm shaking in fear, Jade.

CrAzYArtist: Has anyone seen Violette? She hasn't been on.

GreenThumb: She was on briefly yesterday while you were getting ready for the party.

RabidsingeR: Oh... and what did you two... discuss...? Hmm?

GreenThumb: How nuts you are.

$Cha-Ching$: 'You' as in all of us, or 'you' as in Lexsie?

GreenThumb: You as in Lexsie.

RabidsingeR: Love you too Jade! X(

MonKeybiz: Okay guys, we have a crisis on our hands. Kori is possibly facing a cat fight with Melody...

CrAzYArtist: I can handle myself, Savannah...

RabidsingeR: We all know you can't, Korianna.

CrAzYArtist: ...

MonKeybiz: Nice going, dummy.

RabidsingeR: ...Oops...

*CrAzYArtist has signed out*

I glared at the log in sign for ChatRoomzNet, normally I was used to Lexsie's hurtful comments, knowing she didn't really mean them, but that was just too far. Crossing my arms I slouched in my computer chair, but the more I thought about what she said, the more I realized... Lexsie was right. I couldn't take care of myself. It was always my brother or my friends who stepped in when something didn't go right. Now Nathaniel did the same. I closed my eyes wondering if I surrounded myself with people who had an instinct to protect me, so I wouldn't have to do so myself. Did I make friends or bodyguards? I shivered, scared of the answer. Maybe I wasn't so innocent as everyone made me out to be, maybe I was just a manipulative girl and a coward.

My cell phone buzzed, bringing me out of my self depression. I answered it without thought, “Hello?” “Is this Korianna?” Someone, a guy by the deep tone of his voice, asked. I frowned, wondering who could have gotten my number. “Yeah, who's this?” “Nathaniel... You gave me your number last night, remember?” I shot straight up in my chair, I had forgotten that we had exchanged numbers when he walked me home. I leaned back in my chair, my right hand pressing into my forehead, “Sorry... I didn't add your number in yet, I was too tired last night.” I shut my mouth, knowing I was about to start babbling. There was a pause on the other side of the line, “Korianna... are you alright? You don't sound very happy.” Nathaniel ventured. I mentally cursed, why did Nathaniel have to be so good at guessing someone's emotions? I stayed silent, debating if I should tell him or not. I sighed, unable to lie to the guy who had been nothing but nice to me since I came to Sweet Amoris, “I'm not. I-” Nathaniel cut me off before I could explain “Don't say anything else. I'm coming to pick you up, then you can tell me what's bothering you.” I couldn't help but smile.

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“Alright, now what's the matter?” Nathaniel asked after he returned with two ice cream cones, handing me the chocolate one. I licked the frozen dairy, taking my time in answering. When I didn't answer for a while Nathaniel shrugged and leaned back on the bench, eating his own ice cream contently, waiting patiently for me to answer. Crunch! I pulled back realizing I had just ate all my ice cream and was working on the cone now. I was stalling. I sighed and turned to Nathaniel, “Do you... think I'm helpless?” I asked him. The student council president blinked several times, his blonde eyebrows pulled low over the bridge of his nose. Nathaniel shot me a funny look, “What makes you say that?” I sighed and looked down at the remains of my melting cone. “Something Lexsie said earlier, about how I can't take care of myself.” I saw Nathaniel's gold eyes narrow and hurried on before he could say anything, “I think she's right. Looking back, I've never been able to get out of a mess by myself. Lexsie and Castiel were always taking care of my problems. Then Savannah and now you. I can't think of any time I solved a problem by myself.”

It took forever to Nathaniel to answer. I could tell by his frown that he was still trying not to get angry at Lexsie and failing miserably. Finally he exhaled deeply, his head bent so that his bright blonde hair covered his face, “Do you... want... to not be protected?” I tilted my head, “Huh?” I asked him confused by the question. Nathaniel looked at me, “Do you want your friends not to care about what happens to you?” He asked, his expression unreadable. I shook my head, still confused at what he was asking. Nathaniel closed his eyes and smiled, “Then you have nothing to worry about. We all love you Korianna, that's why we step in, because no one wants to see you hurt.” My eyes widened a fraction at the word 'love' but I shoved that thought out of my mind before it could fully form; now wasn't the time to be thinking like that. I stared at my lap, dimly feeling the cold sludge of chocolate ice cream sliding down my fingers. I hadn't thought of it that way. I pushed a smile on my face, "Alright if you say so..." I murmured. Nathaniel grinned and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I blushed, but didn't pull away, I could get used to this...

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*CrAzYArtist has signed in*

RabidsingeR: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! FORGIVE ME! I'll never say another word again!

CrAzYArtist: Just drop the subject Lexsie...

$Cha-Ching$: Please! You've been going on and on about this for hours.

RabidsingeR: You would too if your best friend is super mad at you!

$Cha-Ching$: First off I wouldn't have even said it. Second, Ken would never be mad at me, it's against his nature.

MonKeybiz: Well we all thought it was against Kori's nature to get mad enough to LOG OFF!

GreenThumb: You three are terrible friends. Kori, are you okay?

CrAzYArtist: Yeah...

RabidsingeR: It doesn't sound like it! TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG!!!

MonKeybiz: Seriously? You're the one asking that?

CrAzYArtist: Nothing's wrong. And Lexsie...

RabidsingeR: *gulp* ...yes...?

CrAzYArtist: I'm only forgiving you because it got me a date with Nathaniel.

RabidsingeR: WHAT?!?!

$Cha-Ching$: O[]O

MonKeybiz: GIMME DETAILS WOMAN!!

GreenThumb: Well what do you know? There IS a silver lining to every thundercloud! CX

“So then my mum was all for sending me across the Pond to my uncle's home, studying abroad as it were. That's why I'm here.” Tansy explained before class that morning, twirling a strand of her springy brown hair around her finger. She was nodding her head to a song only she could hear, her teeth latching onto her bottom lip, her rabbit earrings bobbing at the motion. Lexsie nodded eagerly, determined just to keep the girl talking so she could listen to Tansy's accent. I would feel sorry for the British girl, if she wasn't so talkative to begin with. Savannah yawned and laid her head on my shoulder, “Wake me when the bell rings.” She mumbled, closing her red eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. I glanced at my sleepy friend then returned to my sketchpad. It had been a while since I had drawn, not since Amber got a hold of that cursed comic. It was only because Ms. Orion, the art teacher, was determined to make me enter a drawing in some annual art exhibit that I was even drawing. I would have said no, but then the miraculous thing happened and both Nathaniel and Castiel said I should enter something.

I had decided to continue working on the piece I started when I first moved to Sweet Amoris, the one with Ken and Penni smiling at each other. I filled the blank spaces with pictures of Savannah and Lexsie with their arms around each other's shoulders, both laughing. Opposite of my two friends I had drawn Tansy, her face aglow with the light of her laptop. I erased Nathaniel in the library and replaced it with another picture of him bent over a filing cabinet, leafing through some papers. I also erased Amber and her crew and replaced it with the principal when she was calm and grandmotherly. Now I had a problem of small spaces in between the drawings, too small to be of any use, but big enough that they were noticeable. Tapping my pencil against my lip I tried to think of a way to fill in the spaces. Shading them in would be tacky and would ruin the drawings, clashing with the light shading. Maybe I could smudge the drawing around the edges to get rid of the white spaces. Tilting my head I scanned my drawing, trying to imagine what it would look like. If done correctly the pictures would appear to be coming out of a fog, but it would be hard to get the smudges exact. If I did smudge the drawing, it would probably take up more time than drawing actual pictures.

“Wow. You're really good.” Penni said behind me, causing me to startle. Savannah grunted and sat up, giving me a bleary-eyed glare. The blonde behind us was still staring at my drawing, more specifically Ken. I shrugged, “I've had a lot of practice.” I said, but I knew she wasn't listening to me, her stormy grey eyes were still on Ken. Tentatively her fingers reached out to graze her best friend's penciled cheek. I watched her, amused. “You know, if you want, I can copy the drawing for you so you can have one of your own...” I offered. Penni gave me a wide eyed look, “Really? Yeah, I'd love one!” She said in a rare show of excitement. I smiled at her and flipped the cover of my sketchpad back over the drawing, “I'll give it to you tomorrow then.” I told her. Savannah leaned against me again, “What about Lysander? Will you draw him for me?” She asked in a sugary sweet tone. I glared at her, “No.”

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“I'm eating here.” I said to my friends at the beginning of lunch, pointing to the Student Council Room. My decision earned knowing looks from the girls and a glare from Castiel. Lysander just smirked, he had forgiven me for crashing the date with Penni, but we were just overly polite now. At least he helped Lexsie drag Castiel away, so I could avoid the drama of Nathaniel and Castiel butting heads. Nathaniel looked up when I entered, smiling when he saw who it was, “Hey Korianna.” He said before popping a carrot stick in his mouth. I gave him a flat look, “Carrot sticks? Really, Nathaniel?” I asked. Nathaniel shrugged, “My mom always packed them in my lunches when I was younger. I like them.” He stated nonchalantly, nibbling at another carrot. I shook my head and sat down in the chair to the right of his. “Well, my mom packed brownies. I think I got the better deal.” We both laughed.

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow at my lunch; a roast beef sandwich, iced tea in a thermos, and a wild berry muffin. I chuckled sheepishly, “I like to cook...” I said sheepishly. It was Nathaniel's turn to shake his head, “Is there anything you're not good at?” I answered him quickly, “School.” It was true. Castiel didn't apply himself at all and managed to make As, I studied hard and still barely made Bs. Nathaniel seemed surprised, “Really?” He asked. I nodded glumly and waited for Nathaniel to start comparing me to my brother, but instead he said, “If you ever need help studying, I can help.” He offered. I shot him a surprised look, seeing that blush of his that I loved. Reaching over I swiped one of his carrot sticks, “Alright, thanks Nathaniel.” I said, biting the stick in half with a Cheshire Cat grin. Nathaniel shot me a dirty look, grumbling something about thief under his breath. I only smiled and finished off my stolen carrot stick.

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A hand appeared in the middle of my face, waving. I jerked back, blinking and glared at Penni. The blonde was glaring back at me, “You should really get your hearing checked, girl.” Penni snapped. I began to turn back to the book Nathaniel had loaned me, but Penni snatched it out of my hands before I could focus on its words. “Oh no! You're going to put this book down and converse like a normal person.” Penni said. I crossed my arms, “Study Hall is supposed to be for studying, not talking.” I retorted. Penni scoffed and waved her hand around the room, “And how many people are actually studying? Zero.” I opened my mouth, but my blonde friend cut me off, “You were reading for pleasure, it doesn't count. Besides... if you read you can't read the letter Ken sent me...” Penni finished with a sly grin.

I suddenly forgot the book, “Give me!” I yelped reaching for the crumbled paper that Penni was waving around. Penni rolled her eyes, “Geez, you're just like a three year old.” She said as she dropped the letter in my grasping hands. I stuck my tongue out at her, but my eyes were already on the scrawling handwriting:

Hey Pen!

Got your letter, finally (you wouldn't believe how long the mail takes getting here...). I'm glad I'm still your bestest friend! XP Can you believe how long it's been since we last saw each other? Too long in my opinion! And don't worry, I'm sure we'll see each other again before we're both sixty, maybe fifty-nine, lol. So you finally met Kori? I never got to talk to her in person, but like I said she sure seemed nice. Glad you could rectify that! See what MS is teaching me? 'Rectify' such a wonderful big word. Man I hate it here, it's all 'do this, do that, listen to the Sergeant or get your butt handed to you.' That's a direct quote from one of my MS friends. Her name is also Lexie, like the girl who's a friend of Kori- the one who seems to have it in for you. I've made a total of two friends at MS. Lexie, who is sarcastic and stubborn as a mule at times, but she's a good kid (lol I sound like an old man). Then there's Carson. Ooo Carson... that guy is

Hey. I'm Lexie. Kentin isn't here right now, and he left this letter in plain sight, he should know better by now that if anything is left in the open, I'm going to be all over it! I'm a raccoon in a sense... MUST. HAVE. SHINY!! lol but it doesn't have to be shiny, just interesting. So, Pen... are you a guy or a girl? To be honest the name doesn't really give anything away, no offense. Kentin really doesn't talk about his life before he came to MS, but then I don't know anyone who does. Sergeant Krisp would probably go on and on about how wussy it would be if someone shared their sob story BC. Sorry, using MS lingo here. BC means 'Before Camp' kinda ironic, no? Ha ha, I sound like a frenchy. So, Pen, have any dirt to share on our good friend Kentin? That kid is as solid as a steel wall when it comes to BC life. I mean, even I'm more open then Kenny-boy and I've had a hard life. Not that I'm going to tell you, I don't even know you! Oops! Gotta go, Kenny is comin' back!

Sorry about the paragraph above, I'm too lazy to rewrite this letter, and too lazy to scribble out what Lex wrote. Anyway, before Lexie got a hold of this I was talking about Carson. Well, I have to say if you weren't my best friend already, Carson probably would take that title. I think he might be a long lost brother or something... but we look nothing alike so it couldn't be that. Maybe a distant cousin. And yes, I wrote to my mom like you asked *cough cough ORDERED cough cough* I haven't received a reply yet. I wonder if my 'wonderful' father/master burned the letter, he probably did considering contact with someone's mother makes the person a wuss. Sorry, Pen, but MS can make a person bitter. Only the thought of you keeps me me. I know that sounds extremely cheesy, but it's true. You're the only person who ever thought of me as Kentin and not who I should be. That's why you're my bestest friend!

Say hi to 'Cuddles' for me!

Kentin Pierce

P.S. What's this about Kori drawing us? I want to see! Can you send me it? And tell Korianna thanks for doing that.

4rm Lex: Hey, Pen. So after reading Kenny's letter (behind his back I might add) and concluded that you were a girl (at least I hope), I have to know. Do you like like Kentin? Or are you just 'bestest friends'? Not that I'm trying to move in on your space, girl, just want to know. Cuz if so I'll be keeping the other ladies off Kentin's back. Not that he needs any help, but Kenny-boy is a real catch in MS. Probably the cutest guy here. All the girls swoon at the sight of him! Anyway, send me an answer! Us girls have to stick together and protect our men! ;3 (Kentin's probably going to kill me for this, but I don't care!)

I set down the letter very slowly, then turned to Penni. “So what did you write in return?” I asked, carefully keeping my tone nonchalant. Penni glared at me, probably mad that I could read her mind so well, and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and turned my back to Penni so she wouldn't see what I was doing.

Dear Ken,

I'm glad things are going so well, and that you made friends. Does Lex really call you Kenny-boy to your face? O.o And Lexie, I'm not tell you if I like like Ken or not, I don't want to create any confusions as to how I feel for Ken, besides that information is between him and me alone. But if you feel it necessary to keep other girls off him, go right ahead. Ken, I'm not going to send you the drawing Kori did of us, because I can use it as another incentive to come home, you know... blackmail. X)) Besides seeing me again of course. And also, when did you get so popular? WHERE'S MY DORK AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM!?!?!?! lol XD Anyway, me and Lexsie are now relatively good friends, we still have our hard times, but that's because she's a hot head and has a crush on Kori's twin brother (you remember Castiel, right?). Well... I guess that's another long story to save for WHEN you come home, there's a lot of long stories. Like how Kori has a crush on the student body pres Nathaniel Powers and visa-versa (they're such an adorable couple!!) or how there's now a British techie girl going here. Oh! How about the Amber's Halloween Party Mishap? Starring Korianna, Amber, and an accident involving soda... that one is a doozy! I swear, if you put Kori and Amber withing five feet of each other, there's bound to be some interesting (and very amusing) events that will- whatever I completely forgot what I was going to say.

I scooted a little farther away from Penni and started writing:

Hiya! This is Korianna West, and this is to Lex (I'm just going to call you that since my own best friend is names Lexsie- with an 's' though): Penni likes Ken. I repeat, Penni likes Ken. She likes him just as much as I like Nathaniel, which is a lot, just sayin'. And since I'm sure Ken is reading this... if you break my friend's heart I'll track you all the way down to Military School and castrate you with a rusty spork. Don't think I won't, after all my twin brother is Castiel! But other than that you're good! ^^ But I still have to approve of you before I give my consent for you to date Penni. Otherwise you're out of luck. So when are you coming back, Ken? Cuz I'm tired of having to chase off idiot boys who thinks they have a chance at our lovely Penni (one of which being my own friend; and boy was Lys pissed at me! O.O). You had better come back and claim what's yours cuz

The letter was snatched from my hand before I could finish. Penni was standing over me, red in the face. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears like a cartoon. I smiled at her, “I've got his address now, so I'll just send my note to him if you don't.” I told my friend, knowing how much it would frustrate her. Penni turned even more red, if that were possible; for a moment I thought she would hit me.

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$Cha-Ching$: KORIANNA!

CrAzYArtist: Really? I thought you already blew all your anger off at me in Study Hall.

MonKeybiz: Now I'm curious what you did, Kori.

RabidsingeR: Who isn't?

GreenThumb: If it has anything to do with boys, then I'm not. Why can't we have a NORMAL discussion?

MonKeybiz: Because you happen to be the only guy here.

XxSilentBlossomxX: It is true Jade.

GreenThumb: Kori! Make Nath join!!!

RabidsingeR: Really? Then they can just flirt over the internet too.

CrAzYArtist: Thanks for talking about me like I'm not here. AND WE WOULD NOT!!

$Cha-Ching$: Hey, I have a crisis here!

XxSilentBlossomxX: Oh no! What happened?

$Cha-Ching$: Kori wrote to Ken that I like him and then blacked mailed me into sending it.

CrAzYArtist: Guilty as charged!! X3

RabidsingeR: ROTFL!!!!

MonKeybiz: Oh so cruel, Kori. I commend you!

XxSilentBlossomxX: That wasn't very nice, Korianna...

GreenThumb: I agree with Violette.

RabidsingeR: WOULD YOU TWO JUST DATE ALREADY!?!?!?!

GreenThumb: LEXSIE!

CrAzYArtist: BTW, did you know Ken apparently has a friend also names Lexie? She doesn't spell it with an 's' though.

$Cha-Ching$: Kori...

MonKeybiz: You know, I think Violette fainted...

RabidsingeR: That could be a valid reason why she's not answering.

GreenThumb: ...I'm going to murder you one day...

RabidsingeR: But you won't! ^^

$Cha-Ching$: Back on topic...

CrAzYArtist: Oh please, I know you played matchmaker that day you and Nath took me to the mall. Pretty convenient for your parents to show up JUST THEN.

$Cha-Ching$: …

MonKeybiz: 1 point to Korianna.

RabidsingeR: Tell me one person who can out-argue our friend.

GreenThumb: I can name two- Castiel and Nathaniel.

MonKeybiz: Oh, touche. :{D lol mustache!

RabidsingeR: I seriously question your sanity, Savannah...

MonKeybiz: Why do you and Kori always say that?

CrAzYArtist: Because it's true!

RabidsingeR: Like that time you made us perform live in the courtyard of the school! I told you we weren't ready for publicity!

GreenThumb: Oh geez, here they go again... talk of the old days.

$Cha-Ching$: You have to admit it is amusing to watch them...

CrAzYArtist: I don't even know why you made me play along, I can't play an instrument or sing worth a flip.

RabidsingeR: You're still the prettiest of us three. Plus you were popular back then.

CrAzYArtist: I'm not the prettiest!!

MonKeybiz: No I really think you are. Your silver hair and purple eyes really works, makes you look exotic. As opposed to Witch Eyes over here.

RabidsingeR: Or Goth Girl. Admit it Kori, you're the prettiest!

CrAzYArtist: AM NOT!

MonKeybiz: Oh really, then why are you the one with a semi-boyfriend and neither of us have even a smidgen that our crushes even notice our presence?

RabidsingeR: You might as well agree, when Savannah starts actually making sense you know that she's right.

CrAzYArtist: I. AM. NOT. THE. PRETTIEST!!

GreenThumb: She's right. I'm the prettiest, can we change the subject now?

$Cha-Ching$: XDDDDDDDDDD I think I'm going to die of laughter!!!

MonKeybiz: ...I don't even know how to respond to that...

CrAzYArtist: I think Penni has the good idea.

RabidsingeR: *cough cough* Kori's still the prettiest! *cough cough*

CrAzYArtist: LEXSIE!!!

“Ouch!” I yelped and stuck my jabbed pinkie into my mouth to try and suck away the pain. The couple in front of me shot me a strange look, but didn't pay me any other attention. I glared at the pencil that I had pricked my finger on, if it wasn't so important I would have snapped the drawing utensil out of spite. When I was sure that the pencil didn't have any other evil plots up it's sleeve, I grabbed it again, careful to keep the point away from my fingers this time, and started sketching a rough outline of the couple. I had originally meant to spend the day at the park, just drawing scenery, but then someone saw my drawings and asked if I did portraits. I was about to tell him no when the man shoved a ten dollar bill in my hand and sat his girlfriend down in front of me. After that I started up a little business of drawing people for ten dollars a drawing, twenty if they wanted it colored.

As I began finding the right curve of the woman's cheek, a shadow fell over my drawing pad. I looked up to see a sleazy looking teen, the kind normally found smoking pot down shadowy alleyways, leering down at me, “Hey there... haven't seen you here before.” He sneered. I scrunched my nose up in disgust at his breath, no wonder Castiel didn't like me coming here. The couple frowned at the guy, but didn't move. I was glad, I had already sketched them out and didn't want to ruin the pose. Besides, I could handle one druggie teen. My ex-boyfriend, Ty, was an addict as well, so I knew how to deal with drug heads. “Excuse me, I'm trying to concentrate, can you wait?” I asked politely, though I knew he wouldn't do anything. The sleaze cast a bloodshot glace at my drawing, “You're good... what do you say of drawing me?” He asked, smirking. I wanted to gag. I shot him a look, “Do you have ten bucks?” I knew he didn't, there was no way, and even if he did he probably wouldn't want to pay for a picture.

Before he could answer someone sat down beside me and threw an arm around my shoulders, “Sorry to keep you waiting, babe. This guy bothering you?” A new guy asked. The couple sighed and I gave them an apologetic look before turning to my rescuer, “Yeah...” I mumbled. The new guy shot Sleazy Druggie a cocky smile, “Begone, and stop bothering my girlfriend.” He ordered airily. Sleazy Druggie gave me a glare, as if it was my fault he had to leave, and slunk away, his greasy dreadlocks dangling low over his face in defeat. False Boyfriend grinned at me when Sleazy Druggie was gone, “So... my name is Kyle, what's yours?” The couple I was drawing groaned, exchanging knowing looks. They thought I was about to hit it off with False Boyfriend, as if. I did smile at him, knowing it would be rude not to at least thank him. “My name is Korianna, thanks for saving me, but I didn't need help.” I said. Kyle seemed to ignore that last part, “Korianna, huh? Nice name. So what are you doing right now?” I gave him a look that said 'I'm on to you', “Being paid to draw. Can I finish this couple please?” I said flatly. Kyle gave me a winning grin, “Sure, I'll go get you some ice cream while you are!” He hopped up before I could tell him no. Sighing I returned to drawing the poor couple, making sure I made it perfect, they deserved to have the best drawing I could give them after waiting patiently.

Kyle came back just as I handed the couple their finished drawing, two ice cream cones in his hand. He handed me the vanilla one, much to my dismay. At least Nathaniel knew I liked chocolate. Kyle sat down again, too close for my comfort, but considering my side was already pressed against the arm rest of the bench, I had no where to go. Kyle gave me an appraising look, “So, Korianna... where do you go to school, I think I would have noticed your white hair if you went to my high school.” I took a cautious lick of the vanilla ice cream and had to suppress the grimace, I really didn't like vanilla. “I go to Sweet Amoris.” I said nonchalantly. Kyle laughed, “Really? That place is the most drama filled school in this town.” I frowned at the guy, that comment was making him lose points, not that I cared; I was still sitting there because I was too polite to blow him off, especially after he rescued me from Sleazy Druggie. Kyle seemed to catch on to what I was thinking, he faked a cough, “Sorry...” He mumbled, looking sheepish.

I pretended to check my watch, “Excuse me, but I'm supposed to be meeting my boyfriend for lunch.” I said in a false cheerful tone. Kyle's face fell, leaving no doubt that he had been trying to flirt with me. “Bye!” I called as I walked away, waving over my shoulder as I headed for the cafe across the park. I hadn't ever eaten there myself, but it seems I was the only soul in town that hadn't, even Savannah and Lexsie had been. I was seated almost immediately, given a small two-party table in the back corner of the cafe, near the kitchen. I set my drawing supplies on the table in front of me and ducked behind my menu, lest some other creepy guy decided to hit on me today.

I hadn't even scanned the first column before my waitress was at my table, asking if I was ready to order. Talk about super service. When I didn't answer right away, she began blathering about today's special and what her favorite meal was. I ended up choosing the special, something called Slammer's Choice, which turned out to be nothing but a fully loaded hamburger, and a chocolate milkshake topped with whipped cream. I was hoping that the milkshake would help tone down on the super sweet vanilla taste still coating my tongue. I opened my drawing pad, intending to work Castiel's birthday present, a drawing of Demon, while I waited for my food.

“One Slammer's Choice and milkshake.” Someone said a little later, while I was coloring in the right eye of Demon. My head jerked up at the familiar voice and I found myself staring at Nathaniel, looking very odd out of his crisp white shirt and blue tie he always wore at school. “Korianna?” He asked, startled, proving it wasn't just my imagination. I shook my head in disbelief, “You work here? I didn't know that.” Nathaniel blushed and looked away, "Yeah... My father wants me to have a job, and this was the only place hiring." He said sheepishly. I smiled and shook my head again, this time with amusement, "Only you, Nathaniel..." The blonde's eyebrows drew together and he opened his mouth to speak, but I continued before a word could pass his lips, "I used to work at an art supply shop, it's what got me hooked on drawing. Who knows, maybe you'll become a great cook!" "I don't cook the food." Nathaniel said flatly, I shrugged playfully and grinned at him fluttering my eyelashes, "Then you'll be a great host, for when your all rich and famous and host all those fancy parties with your spoiled wife and bratty kids." The look on Nathaniel's face could curdle milk, I hid my milkshake from view just in case he ruined it.

Just as Nathaniel opened his mouth to speak, a boy our age pokes his head out of the kitchen, “Hey Nate, stop flirting with the pretty girl and come get Table 7's order!” Nathaniel rolled his golden eyes and called back, tucking his serving tray underneath his arm, “Alright, TC, be right there.” The boy, TC, grumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch and disappeared back into the kitchen. Nathaniel looked back at me, “My shift is almost done, do you want to wait around...?” He asked hesitantly. I smiled, “Of course.” I said, I could wait for Nathaniel forever, but I kept that part to myself.

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I eagerly licked at my second ice cream cone of the day, this one chocolate. Nathaniel walked beside me, still laughing over my story of the flirting fiasco I had suffered before I ran into him, “I knew you were pretty, Korianna, but-” Nathaniel broke off laughing again. I rolled my purple eyes at him, “I'm going to take that as a compliment and ignore the 'but'. Also, if you ever buy me vanilla ice cream, I won't speak to you ever again.” I said snippishly. Nathaniel started to crack up again. After a while I nudged him in the ribs, “Okay, your turn to tell a funny story.” Nathaniel shrugged, “My day isn't as... interesting as yours.” He said nonchalantly. Having already suffered through one of his failed attempts at a joke, I conceded the point; Nathaniel was too serious to have funny days.

“Fine, tell me about TC, what's those initials stand for?” I asked, changing the subject. Nathaniel made a face, “Why are you thinking about getting him to flirt with you too?” He teased. I mock glared and swatted his arm, “Speak!” I demanded playfully. Nathaniel laughed and threw his arm over my shoulders and drew me closer, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “Well, TC's real name Tyrone Cyril, so you can imagine why he goes by his initials.” I snorted, “And I thought Lexsie's full name was bad!” I said between giggles. Nathaniel smirked, “Yes... what is her full name?” I turned my nose in the air, “She made me promise not to tell. A secret is a secret and nothing, not even a kiss, will pry it from me.” I said airily, Nathaniel smirked, “Oh come on, Korianna. I told you TC's real name, and he made me promise never to tell either... I won't tell a soul.”

I looked my boyfriend up and down, pretending to consider if he was trustworthy or not. Finally I stage whispered, “You promise?” He nodded, trying to act serious, but his lips kept twitching. I glanced left and right and dramatically waved Nathaniel down. Grinning he leaned down until our faces were inches from each other. The air suddenly got a lot tenser and more serious. We stared at each other, aware how close we were. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and Nathaniel's gold eyes zeroed in on my mouth. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him to kiss me, how much I needed him to. Nathaniel leaned even farther in, so close that I could feel the presence of his mouth, just millimeters from mine. One tiny movement and we would be kissing.

Nathaniel's eyes flicked back up to my wide ones and he smirked, “I'm not kissing you until you tell me Lexsie's name.” He said, pulling just a little farther away. I glared at him, darn his everlasting sense of cruel jokes. I think he was learning too much from the villains in those mystery books he was always reading. With one last look of surliness, I leaned up and whispered Lexsie's name in Nathaniel's ear, nipping at his earlobe just to get revenge. Nathaniel jerked back, his golden eyes wide with surprise, then he crashed his lips to mine. I guess I lied when I said a kiss wouldn't be able to pry the secret from me, because when Nathaniel finally pulled away from my tender and kiss-swollen lips, I was ready to spill any secret he asked, just so he could kiss me like that again.

I was trying to concentrate on my English paper due next week when my cell phone buzzed on my bed. It was Savannah, *U better get on ChatRoomz.* I sighed, I had specifically told my friends last night before I logged off that today I wasn't going to get on so I could finish my homework. *Homework, remember?* I texted back. Savannah's answer came quickly, *K, I just thought u might want 2 defend urself. Jades gettin pretty tired of doin the job 4 u* I blinked at the text, was it just me or did Savannah sound mad? I minimized my essay and pulled up ChatRoomzNet, dreading what was going to happen.

*CrAzYArtist has signed in*

RabidsingeR: YOU!

GreenThumb: Finally!

*GreenThumb has signed out*

RabidsingeR: HOW COULD YOU?!?!

CrAzYArtist: Whoa, whoa what did I do?

$Cha-Ching$: You staying on Savannah?

MonKeybiz: Yeah... someone needs to be the mediator.

$Cha-Ching$: Alright then I'm out, text me when the chat room is safe again.

*$Cha-Ching$ has signed out*

MonKeybiz: Will do!

RabidsingeR: Korianna Rillei West, who did you tell!?

CrAzYArtist: WHO DID I TELL WHAT?!

RabidsingeR: My ****ing name!

MonKeybiz: Hey hey, let's keep it PG.

RabidsingeR: Butt out, Savannah! It's none of your business.

MonKeybiz: Are you sure Kori is even the person who told?

RabidsingeR: Because she's the only person who actually knows my full name besides my PARENTS!

I gulped staring at the screen and suddenly understanding what Lexsie was so upset about. I quickly swiveled my chair around so I wasn't facing the computer and texted Nathaniel *Please tell me you didn't tell anyone Lexsie's full name...* It was a long moment before he answered *No, why?* *Because someone must of overheard us and told everyone else. I'm dead* Nathaniel took a while in answering, *I doubt Lexsie will kill you.* *Well if I don't show up Monday you know who to blame. I have to deal with this mess now. Bye* *Good luck O.o* I turned back to the computer screen and grimaced. I hadn't spent more than a minute texted Nathaniel but Lexsie was already shouting at me again

RabidsingeR: KORIANNA YOU COWARD, COME BACK AND FACE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!!!!

MonKeybiz: Castiel might have had something for her to do. She hasn't logged out.

RabidsingeR: KORIANNA!! Get your butt back on and take it like a woman!

CrAzYArtist: I'm back. Geez I had to ask Nathaniel something, sorry!

RabidsingeR: What did you ask him? If he told anyone my name?

CrAzYArtist: ...yes...

MonKeybiz: Kori! O.O

RabidsingeR: WHAT?!?!? You actually did tell your boyfriend my topmost secret in the universe?! You promised never to tell!

CrAzYArtist: It's a name, Lexsie.

RabidsingeR: SO? You made a promise never to tell, and guess what, *****, you did!

MonKeybiz: Hey hey, PG remember?

CrAzYArtist: It's Nathaniel I told, do you really think I would just share with anyone? You can trust Nathaniel, he can keep a secret.

RabidsingeR: Yeah sure, that is why Amber texted me about my name this morning? Because your boyfriend can keep a secret?

*SBPrez has joined the Chat Room*

CrAzYArtist: She must have overheard us!

RabidsingeR: Uh-huh, sure. You told her AND Nathaniel! I know you did.

CrAzYArtist: Are you even listening to yourself? I hate Amber, why would I ever tell her anything besides 'get lost'?

RabidsingeR: Because you are always defending her when I try to talk bad about her.

CrAzYArtist: That's because I hate gossip and you know it!

RabidsingeR: I don't know anything about you Korianna West. I thought you were a promise keeper, but obviously you're not!

CrAzYArtist: You are over reacting, Lexsie. It is a NAME!

RabidsingeR: That you know I hate!

CrAzYArtist: You know what I find amusing? You have no qualms of spilling other people's secrets, say... Jade's crush on Violet, but I dare whisper your real name and suddenly I'm the most horrible person on Earth!

RabidsingeR: Well, if the shoe fits.

CrAzYArtist: Alright, hypocrite. I'm the most horrible person on Earth. I should just bow down to you and beg for forgiveness for all eternity, because it's obvious that I will never be able to redeem myself.

RabidsingeR: What did you call me?

CrAzYArtist: Are you so incompetent that you don't understand the word 'hypocrite'? I'll try to spell it out so you can understand: It means that you can do anything you want but God forbid someone else do the same thing. Do you understand now?

MonKeybiz: Kori... calm down.

CrAzYArtist: You asked me to defend myself, I am. So BUTT OUT!

RabidsingeR: Geez, aren't you defensive when your little innocent image is at stake. You know I'm glad I found out what you were really like so now I can just avoid you.

CrAzYArtist: I guess you'll have to give up your foolish dreams about Castiel then, since he is my twin.

SBPrez: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!

MonKeybiz: Hey who are you? This is a private chat room, how did you get in here!?

SBPrez: I'm Nathaniel.

RabidsingeR: Great, did you tell your boy to come and defend you, Korianna? Two against one is it? You're a coward.

SBPrez: Korianna didn't invite me. Penni did. She thought I could give a better explanation.

RabidsingeR: I'm all ears, traitor.

SBPrez: Alright. I blackmailed Kori to tell me. She tried to not tell me, but I got it out of her. She also made sure no one was around before she told me and whispered your name in my ear.

RabidsingeR: So how did that *****y sister of yours know my name?

SBPrez: -_- When I asked her about it, Amber admitted to breaking into the Student Council Room and stealing some student files. She happened to grab yours, Lexsie.

*RockStar has signed in*

RockStar: So Penni told me to get on and break up a fight between Lexsie and Kori... My solution: Stop butting heads and forgive each other already. And Kori, it's your turn to make dinner.

SBPrez: Oh great...

RockStar: Please tell me that isn't who I think it is.

MonKeybiz: *gulp* Why am I suddenly in the middle of two fights?

CrAzYArtist: Lexsie?

RabidsingeR: What?

CrAzYArtist: Call a truce so we can watch Nath and Castiel fight? :)

RabidsingeR: ...alright...

SBPrez: Sorry to disappoint you, slacker.

RockStar: Say that to my face, Goody Two Shoes.

SBPrez: Gladly. You're reading the computer screen, so I said it to your face.

RockStar: I MEANT IN PERSON!!!!

SBPrez: I'm typing this in person, slacker. So I'm saying it in person.

RockStar: Stop being a ****

SBPrez: Gladly, when you do the same.

RockStar: GRRRRRRRRRR!!!! You're dead tomorrow Mr. Goody-goody!

SBPrez: You've been saying that for years, West.

RockStar: Well this time it's real, Powers.

CrAzYArtist: Ah, be silent both of you before I come after you!

SBPrez: Fine.

RockStar: HA! You're whipped, goody-goody!

I glared at my brother's response, he was going to regret that. I dug around my drawing until I came up with a small silver whistle. Sticking it in the corner of my mouth I began blowing with each breath as I continued to watch Nathaniel and Castiel fight between them. Demon began barking like crazy and I could hear loud crashing downstairs. My brother started yelling at me, but I was too busy blowing on the whistle to answer. Finally he typed on ChatRoomz:

RockStar: KORIANNA RILLEI WEST!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!

MonKeybiz: Huh? She's not doing anything.

CrAzYArtist: I'm blowing a doggy whistle. I thought I told you to stop fighting.

RockStar: **** it, Kori!

SBPrez: Hey, watch your language.

RockStar: Oh I remember when you used to say that, goody-goody. Don't deny it.

SBPrez: Shut up...

CrAzYArtist: Do I smell a back story?

RabidsingeR: Tell tell!

RockStar: Never.

SBPrez: For once I agree with West, I'm not telling. And you were stupid, slacker, to believe her over me.

RockStar: Oh was I? I saw you, Goody Two Shoes!

SBPrez: Ever thought that it was her fault?

RockStar: She wouldn't ever do anything like that!

SBPrez: You obviously didn't know her then.

RockStar: I'm sure you knew her.

SBPrez: As much as I would say I did just to annoy you, that would be lying.

RockStar: Yeah, right.

RockStar: KORI STOP BLOWING THAT **** WHISTLE!!

CrAzYArtist: Then stop arguing with my boyfriend. And Nathaniel, stop arguing with my brother.

SBPrez: You don't have a whistle to bother me with.

CrAzYArtist: I'm not kissing you again if you continue.

SBPrez: ...fine...

MonKeybiz: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you got him there, Kori!

RockStar: *gag* I think I'm going to vomit.

RabidsingeR: I'm still mad at you, but I have to say that is perfect blackmail.

CrAzYArtist: I should know, that's what Nath used to get me to tell him your name.

RabidsingeR: In that case... I guess I forgive you. Kisses are hard to abstain from.

“So... how bad do you think it will be?” Lexsie asked me and Castiel as we started up the stairs towards Sweet Amoris. My brother shrugged, not commenting. I tried to keep an optimistic view on it all, “Well, not many people really like Amber, so they will probably zone her out if she tries to talk to them and-” I cut off abruptly when the three of us entered the main hallway, my mouth dropping open a little at the sight of the redecorated halls. Everywhere there was papers taped to the lockers and walls, scattered over the floors, and in neat stacks by the doors. Every last one had Lexsie's student ID photo and her full name printed in capital letters across the page in red ink. If that wasn't injury enough, drooping from the ceiling was a white banner that said LEXSIE LIARD IS LEXSINGTON CONCORD LIARD!!* Castiel and I exchanged worried looked over Lexsie's head then looked down at our friend. She actually looked like she was going to cry.

Some jerk spotted us standing there at the entrance of the school and shouted, “Hey! There's the Walking History Book!” Everyone standing in the hall started laughing. Castiel glared and stalked towards the source of the jerk, murder written clearly on his face. Everyone made a clear path for my brother, giving me a clear view of the idiot who opened his mouth and signed his death warrant. I only knew it was him because Lysander had the guy by the collar, the usually laid back musician looking about as murderous as Castiel. Seeing that the boys had it handled, I nudged Lexsie towards the Student Council Room, knowing that she would be able to escape the scrutiny there. This reminded me too much of my own problem when Amber decided to doctor my art and show her work to everyone else.

Nathaniel glanced up when we entered the room, his gold eyes serious. He didn't say anything as I forcibly sat Lexsie down in one of the chairs, since she was too stunned to do so herself. I walked over to my boyfriend, “Is there anything you're doing?” I whispered, with a cautious look to Lexsie. She just sat there, her green eyes hazed over as every nightmare over her name probably came to life. I felt sorry for my best friend, nothing could compare to having your worst nightmares realized. Nathaniel looked at Lexsie as well before saying quietly, “I already had my sister suspended. Someone went to get a ladder to take that stupid banner down and Savannah, Penni, Iris and Lysander are collected the fliers as we speak.” I nodded and sat down beside him with a sigh, “Man... I don't want to deal with this.” I grumbled to myself. Nathaniel reached out and took my hand, “You need to be there for Lexsie. She was there for you when Amber bullied you.” He said. I nodded slowly, he was right of course. He always was when it came to things like this.

My brother burst in at that moment and Nathaniel dropped my hand quickly. I schooled my face so not to show the hurt as I turned to my brother. Castiel was glaring at Nathaniel, for whether he saw us holding hands or for another reason (which was plausible), “I'm taking Lexsie home.” He growled, it wasn't a question. Nathaniel narrowed his own golden eyes, “You don't have guardianship over her. She cannot leave without parental consent.” I sighed, of course the two boys in my life would find something to argue over in the midst of a crisis. Lexsie didn't even seem to acknowledge that she was being talked about, she sat in her chair as still as a statue. As I watched her, my friend drew in a shuddering breath, like those when you were crying, and burst into tears.

Nathaniel and Castiel halted in their argument to stare at Lexsie, both looking extremely uncomfortable to be in the presence of a girl's tears. I glared at them both for being idiots before I sat down beside Lexsie and pulling her into my arms. Lexsie didn't notice, she just continued to sob. Fat tears rolled down her face, leaving black trails from her mascara as huge gasping wails shook her body. Her hands were curled up in front over her, as if trying to hold her heart in. I shushed her, petting away her shoot green highlighted black hair away from her wet cheeks. Lexsie continuously shook, like a small dog in the cold. her face turning blotchy red. Crying was never beautiful, no matter how many movies made them. It was an ugly business, to be seen only by those closest to you. But even I had never seen Lexsie cry, she was an impenetrable wall, holding all tears inside to be saved for a later time.

I shot a nasty glare over my shoulder at Castiel and Nathaniel, who still stood there dumbly, staring at poor Lexsie. Guys should never see a girl cry, it was an unwritten rule. Especially when one of the guys happened to be a crush. Nathaniel was the first to recover, probably used to seeing Amber cry over nothing, he practically had to shove a still stunned Castiel out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The faint click of the door shutting sent Lexsie into a full out bawling fest, it was as if she had been waiting for the boys to leave so she could let her reservoir of tears loose. I just held my friend tightly, knowing that no words or friendly gestures could stop such a flood.

...

$Cha-Ching$: So... you think she's getting on?

MonKeybiz: Probably not.

CrAzYArtist: Castiel took her out for ice cream, because ice cream makes everything better.

MonKeybiz: I worry about your philosophy sometimes, Kori.

CrAzYArtist: It's not mine! It's a West family belief!

$Cha-Ching$: All of you West's are strange.

GreenThumb: Remind me never to meet your parents...

SBPrez: I wish I could say the same.

CrAzYArtist: If you want to truly date me, Nathaniel Powers, then you have to meet my dad. It's the law.

SBPrez: It is not the law.

CrAzYArtist: It is in the West family. My father has to approve of every single guy I ever date.

MonKeybiz: So how did Ty pass the Great Test of the Century?

CrAzYArtist: Don't get snarky with me... and that little prick could charm a homeless man into giving up his last pair shoes.

SBPrez: So why did you two break up?

MonKeybiz: Oh you know, cheated on Kori then tried to make it as if she was the reason he cheated. The usual stuff.

GreenThumb: Ouch.

MonKeybiz: Yeah, Lexsie knocked a few of his teeth out when she heard about it.

SBPrez: Should I be worried?

CrAzYArtist: Just don't screw up and you'll be fine. But Lexsie would be the least of your worries if you ever did anything to hurt me. I know Castiel is looking for a chance to lay into you.

SBPrez: WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON?!?!?!?!

CrAzYArtist: My side. CX

MonKeybiz: Okay lovebirds, we have a serious crisis on our hands. What are we going to do about Lexsie?

CrAzYArtist: I'm sure if something evil happened to you the best thing to cheer you up would be to go get ice cream with Lysander. Trust me, it's being handled.

MonKeybiz: ...I hate you...

$Cha-Ching$: Is it bad that I'm laughing so hard?

GreenThumb: No... So Penni, any news from Ken?

$Cha-Ching$: o///////o HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!?

MonKeybiz: Kori have you been spilling secrets again?

CrAzYArtist: I take offense to that.

SBPrez: I thought we cleared this up last night.

MonKeybiz: Nath stop standing up for your girlfriend! Let her answer the question.

CrAzYArtist: I did Savannah. I said I take offense to that, meaning NO!

SBPrez: Nath?

$Cha-Ching$: You're name takes to long to spell out, so we shorten it on chat.

SBPrez: Savannah's name is only a letter shorter than mine...

CrAzYArtist: But her name shortened sounds weird. Savan doesn't have a ring to it.

MonKeybiz: Plus it sounds like a guys name...

SBPrez: So... Savannah is the only person who doesn't have a nickname?

CrAzYArtist: And Castiel and Jade and Ken.

$Cha-Ching$: Actually Ken's real name is Kentin, so yes he had a nickname.

SBPrez: I wasn't counting Castiel.

CrAzYArtist: You might as well start, buster. He's my brother which means your going to be seeing him a lot.

MonKeybiz: Careful what you say, Nath, Kori loves her brother.

SBPrez: Don't call me Nath, please.

MonKeybiz: Why not?

SBPrez: Reasons I don't wish to share yet.

CrAzYArtist: You're just as closed off as Castiel sometimes.

GreenThumb: Oooooooooo, burn!

SBPrez: Shut up Jade...

MonKeybiz: Well I'm not going to stop calling you Nath until you tell me. So there!

*RabidsingeR has signed in*

CrAzYArtist: LEXSIE! How are you feeling?!

RabidsingeR: better... you're right, Kori. That ice cream philosophy works wonders.

CrAzYArtist: HA! Take that suckers!

MonKeybiz: We never said you were wrong.

$Cha-Ching$: Just strange.

GreenThumb: And that we never wanted to meet your parents.

SBPrez: *eye roll* All of you are nuts. Why do I get on is beyond me.

*RockStar has signed in*

SBPrez: Bye, Korianna! See you at school!

*SBPrez has signed out*

RockStar: At least I don't have to deal with that goody-goody tonight.

CrAzYArtist: You do realize how stupid you sound when you call him a 'goody-goody' right?

RockStar: Shut it, Kori.

CrAzYArtist: NEVER!!! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!

RockStar: I'm not related to you.

CrAzYArtist: So... you don't want to be with your non-related family when Nathaniel meets Dad?

RockStar: I'm related to you again.

CrAzYArtist: Too bad! You're not going! XD

MonKeybiz: Hey, let someone else have a chance to speak, CRH!

$Cha-Ching$: CRH?

GreenThumb: What does that mean?

RabidsingeR: Oh, you two aren't new to the chat room atmosphere. CRH means Chat Room Hogs. It's for people who take all the spotlight

CrAzYArtist: I think they got that without the explanation, Lexsie...

RockStar: KORI! Stop being a prick.

CrAzYArtist: A. Who are you and what have you don't with my brother? B. Who are you and WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHER!? C. I'm not going to be pussyfooting around her. That is the last thing she needs.

MonKeybiz: Awwwww, Castiel is so cute when he's all protective.

CrAzYArtist: Castiel stop cursing, you're burning my ears.

RockStar: I'LL STOP WHEN YOU STOP BLOWING THAT **** DOG WHISTLE!!!!

CrAzYArtist: It's the only way to make you behave. Besides, it keeps Demon happy.

MonKeybiz: It is effective.

RockStar: Kori, go to bed before I call Mom and tell her you're still up.

GreenThumb: You still have a bed time? Even when both of you live without adults supervision?

CrAzYArtist: There's a flaw in your plan, Castiel. When on earth has Mom EVER enforced our bedtime? And I know you won't call Dad, because you'll both just start arguing.

RockStar: STOP BLOWING THAT GOD**** WHISTLE!

CrAzYArtist: Then stop being stupid. I have homework anyway, good night everyone! (except Castiel)

GreenThumb: You don't think she's mad right?

MonKeybiz: Kori? Naw, the twins just like arguing for fun. It's actually kinda funny.

RockStar: Shut up Lucky...

MonKeybiz: YOU PROMISED NEVER TO USE THAT NICKNAME AGAIN!!!

*CrAzYArtist has signed off*

I shook my head and shut down my computer. As I pulled out my math textbook to work on the problems due Friday, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it then smiled when I saw what Nathaniel sent me. *Sweet dreams, Korianna* I unlocked my phone and texted back: *Don't let the bedbugs bite ;)* Though I had only been dating him for a few weeks, my relationship with Nathaniel was already better than that of Ty. I hoped it continued that way.

Monday we were back at school, a mass of yawning zombies just wishing for those ten more minutes in our heavenly bed. Everyone except Nathaniel of course. He was bright eyed and energetic when I came stumbling in the Student Council Room, groggy like always. My golden haired boyfriend raised an eyebrow as I plopped down in the closest chair, “When do you go to bed, Korianna?” He asked as he returned to his task of filing away a file. I raised my head a little from the table to glare at him, “Less talking, more sleeping.” I spat. Nathaniel, bless his soul, didn't respond. I laid my head down on the table again, letting a small happy sigh escape my lips. There was fifteen minutes to the morning bell, maybe I could get at least ten minutes of dozing if I just laid there, thinking of how tired I was...

The door burst open, “Nathaniel! You wouldn't believe- Oh.” I twisted around to glare at Melody. Lexsie, Penni, and Iris all stood behind her. Lexsie was the only one who wasn't surprised, she just giggled behind her hand. Lexsie knew I wasn't a morning person, and she found great amusement when other people discovered how grouchy I could really be. I saw Nathaniel roll his eyes in my peripheral vision, “Korianna, try going to bed earlier if you can't get enough sleep.” He said. I shot him a glare as I laid my head back down, grumbling, “Tell Castiel that, then maybe he would stop playing the stupid guitar at midnight.” Luckily Nathaniel didn't hear me. No need to give him another reason to hate my twin.

vvv

“And so... if you carry the two, you will get that the function of the graph equals...” Mr. Gordon said monotonously. Half of the class was already nodding off, their eyes drooping closed, while the other half of the class were keeping themselves entertained with whatever. Only the geeks who found mathematics fascinating were actually paying any attention to Mr. Gordon. Even Nathaniel, sitting a row over and a seat ahead of me, was only half listening. He held his pen in one hand, but his eyes were on the book he was reading, hidden carefully behind the student sitting in front of him. I dug my fingers into my white hair and yanked subtly, trying to wake myself up, as I continued to doodle all over my math notes.

Charlotte, Amber's friend, leaned over to whisper to me, “Hey, did you get question five on the Physics homework?” I glanced at her, Charlotte was actually okay when she wasn't with the two other members of the Terrible Trio. Although, Penni was convinced Li was the nicer of the three. Still, neither couldn't be as bad as Amber. Charlotte had been a little nicer to me since the cruel prank Amber pulled with the artwork. I pulled out my homework and quickly passed it to Charlotte when Mr. Gordon wasn't looking. I knew helping Charlotte would be helping Amber in a way, but I didn't care. “Here, I don't know if it's correct or not, though. I haven't had a chance to ask Nathaniel.” I whispered to Charlotte. She smiled her thanks and snatched the paper quickly just as Mr. Gordon was turning around.

“Korianna West. What is the answer to the problem?” The teacher asked. I felt something shrivel up and die, “Uhhh...” Was the only sound that came out of my mouth. Of all my subjects, I was worse at math more than anything. Instinctively I glanced at Nathaniel. My boyfriend was half looking over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth that I could see was tilting up in a pitying smile. One of the geeks was waving his hand wildly in the air, his eyes wide with determination to answer the question. Mr. Gordon ignored him, no one but the person he called on could ever answer the question, his beady little eyes glaring at me, “We're waiting, Miss West.” “X equals x squared over four x to the fifth.” Everyone turned to see who dared disobey Mr. Gordon's orders. Not only was Mr. Gordon the most boring teacher in the history of school, he was also the evilest.

Mr. Gordon glared at Castiel who was hunched over in the back of the room, lolling across the desk. It was obvious he had just woken up. Lexsie, sitting to the right of him, had her eyes glued to her notebook. She didn't like being called out by teachers, having a fear of speaking in front of a crowd greater than ten. “Castiel West, have you been sleeping in this class?” Mr. Gordon asked my brother. Castiel, being Castiel, smirked, “Yeah... could you tone down on the talking? It's disturbing my sleep.” In one movement everyone turned to look at Mr. Gordon, who was looking very red. I could almost see the steam rolling off him. Nathaniel didn't look very pleased either, I knew he had a big thing about respect. Right then, I didn't care. I wasn't in the spotlight anymore, my twin had taken the hit and that's what twins are for.

vvv

“So where were all of you this weekend? You didn't even get on ChatRoomz!” I asked over lunch. Savannah shifted in her seat, her face downcast. The picture of guilt. Penni quickly shoved another slice of roast beef into her mouth, preventing her from answering. Lexsie was the only one who looked me in the eye, “We all went to Melody's birthday party.” She said flatly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. And it would have been, had Melody not have a crush on my boyfriend, “Wait, what?” I asked, not sure I heard her right. Savannah pipped up, “We didn't go because we wanted to! We thought we would find out why Melody liked Nathaniel or whatever.” She looked frantic, her purple hair actually frizzing out of her braids as she spoke. Lexsie shot her a look, “Savannah's right. We only went to tell Melody that her little crush was useless.”

I blinked and sat back, “Let me guess, the reason why I didn't even know of the party was because Melody didn't want me to know... right?” I asked. My three friends exchanged looks. I rolled my eyes, “You could have told me you were going. It makes you look stupid that you didn't.” Penni ducked her head, “I know... we weren't thinking. Forgive us?” I stared at each friend for a long time, until all three were uncomfortable. Then I grinned, “I will... if you have anything interesting to tell me.” “Lysander has a tattoo on his back! Rosalya told me!” Savannah blurted out. Lexsie smacked her upside the head, “Dummy, we're not supposed to tell.” I shook my head, “Not interested anyway.” “Capucine said some very rude things about you.” Penni added. I rolled my eyes, “I don't care what that wannabe thinks of me.” I said then turned to Lexsie sitting directly across from me. This was their last chance to redeem themselves. I would forgive them anyway, I just wanted to tease them a little. Lexsie smirked, “I know why Amber has a crush on Castiel. And it has something to do with Nathaniel.”

I perked up and leaned forward, now that was interesting. Lexsie giggled, “First of all, explain how Castiel and Amber could know each other when they were younger.” I sighed, “My family is actually from here, but we moved when Castiel and I were about four.” Savannah conceded the point, “That would explain why Castiel chose to live here when your dad kicked him out...” She muttered to herself. I ignored her and pointed at Lexsie, “Speak, firecracker.” My black haired friend glared at me, but said, “Now I don't know the full details, but apparently Nathaniel and Castiel are like polar opposites of what they are now. Nathaniel was supposedly the bad boy and Castiel the perfect angel.” I rolled my eyes again, “Well duh, you grew up with us, remember? Castiel was really nice when we were younger. It wasn't until junior high that he went all crazy.” Lexsie waved her hand and continued, “Well the story goes along the lines of Nathaniel broke Amber's doll or whatever and Castiel fixed it. She's had a crush ever since.”

Penni snorted, “If she wasn't such a bitch, I'd say it was cute...” She grumbled. I didn't bother to snap at her for her swearing. What she said was true. Lexsie huffed and crossed her arms, “Besides, it's cruel to support Amber being with Castiel when one of your own friends has a crush on him.” “Who has a crush on me?” Castiel asked from behind me. I nearly jumped three feet in the air and turned to see Castiel staring down at us girls, eyebrows raised curiously, with Lysander watching behind him looking extremely amused. Lexsie miraculously didn't seem fazed by it, “None of your business, West.” Castiel smirked at her as he sat down beside me, across from Penni, “Someone has a crush on me, I think it is my business.” I tuned the conversation out as the two started debating if it was Castiel's right to know who was crushing on him or not. Lysander sat down in front of Savannah, “Nice dress.” He commented. Savannah, going all shy once more, eeped and blushed. My eyes darted between the two as a sly grin pushed up the corners of my mouth, this was getting interesting.

…

*$Cha-Ching$ has signed in*

CrAzYArtist: Savannah and Lys sitting in a tree!

RabidsingeR: K I S S I N G!

CrAzYArtist: First comes love!

RabidsingeR: Then comes MARRIAGE!

MonKeybiz: SHUT THE HELL UP YOU TWO!

CrAzYArtist: THEN COMES BABIES IN A BABY CARRIAGE!!!!!

RabidsingeR: One with white hair and one with black,

CrAzYArtist: And two adopted aunts who've got your back!

MonKeybiz: ...jerks...

$Cha-Ching$: Uh... what did I miss?

RockStar: Oh, Kori and Lexsie are just teasing Savannah about Lysander. Ever since we all logged on.

SBPrez: It's starting to get annoying.

RockStar: For once, I agree with you Powers.

GreenThumb: The universe must be ending...

RockStar: Jade, I will end you.

CrAzYArtist: Hey! Stop terrorizing my friends, Castiel!

MonKeybiz: Oh he can't, but you can?!

RabidsingeR: What you didn't like our song? I'm hurt

MonKeybiz: Not yet you're not... when I get through with the both of you you'll know what hurt really means!

RabidsingeR: RUN! Lucky is making threats!!

MonKeybiz: LEXSSSSSSSSSSSSIE!!!!!!! Stop using that name!

CrAzYArtist: What name, Lucky?

RockStar: Alright you two, as amusing as it is to see Savannah angry, dial it down.

RabidsingeR: Phooey, I hate it when you get all responsible, Castiel...

MonKeybiz: He needs to be if he ever marries you...

RabidsingeR: SAVANNAH!

RockStar: What?

GreenThumb: I shouldn't be laughing so hard...

$Cha-Ching$: You're not the only one... XDDDDDDDD

CrAzYArtist: Lexsie and Castiel sitting in a tree!

MonKeybiz: K I S S I N G!

CrAzYArtist: First comes love!

MonKeybiz: Then comes MARRIAGE!

CrAzYArtist: THEN COMES A BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE!

MonKeybiz: And one of the hip!

CrAzYArtist: And one pulling Castiel's hair!

MonKeybiz: And one running naked through the streets!

SBPrez: Now I'm worried...

RabidsingeR: SAVANNAH KNIGHT! KORIANNA WEST!

I was just about to type out my answer when I heard Castiel roaring my name as his footsteps thundered up the stairs. I winced, maybe it wasn't just a good idea to tease someone when they were under the same roof.

CrAzYArtist: NATHANIEL! I need a get away! Castiel's coming to kill me! Meet you at the park!

SBPrez: *sigh* the things I do for you... fine

*CrAzYArtist has signed out*

*SBPrez has signed out*

After snapping my laptop closed I grabbed a pair of sandals and climbed out of the window and onto the fire escape just as my brother began beating against my locked door, “Korianna Rillei West! You are dead, do you understand me?! Say your last prayers, pest, because I'm going to kill you and send you back home in a box!” I laughed as I started for the fire escape ladder, “You're just repeating yourself Castiel. Can't you make up a better threat. By the way, I'll be home whenever!” I didn't hear his response as I quickly descended the ladder, barely escaping with my life.

“I wish you would put something on that covered you more.” Castiel muttered for the hundredth time. I rolled my eyes, “Look buster. You're not my father so you can keep your comments to yourself.” I snapped, not bothering to look up from the book I was reading. Castiel glared at me, “No, but I am your older brother and the one responsible for you since Mom and Dad live in another town.” I pushed my sunglasses farther up my nose and ignored him. He was only older by two minutes, so it really shouldn't count, but I knew if I told Castiel that he'd start getting logical on me and I didn't want that. It was summer vacation and after much begging I finally managed to drag Castiel down to the beach. I was starting to regret my decision since all he did was throw a tantrum over my bikini bathing suit.

The false red head opened his mouth, no doubt to start another round of bikini lectures and the danger of lustful teenage boys, when I ripped my sunglasses off to glare at him, “Look, before you say another word, just think of your reaction if Lexsie would come marching up here in a even skimpier black bikini.” I snapped, shoving an accusing finger at my brother's bare chest. Castiel glared at me, but shut his mouth. So he knew that that would be a pointless argument to get into. I smirked, “Good, cuz here she comes.” I said slyly and pointed over my twin's shoulder to the black haired girl sauntering up to us. I don't know who's reaction was more amusing when Castiel turned around: Lexsie's bright blush or Castiel's mouth dropping open. I cackled, “Need to step into the cold ocean for a moment, Castiel?” I asked sweetly and got two equally dirty looks from both Castiel and Lexsie. I just smiled as I returned to my book. And here I thought I wasn't going to get a chance to play matchmaker.

“I thought you went home with Savannah.” Castiel commented to Lexsie as she sat down at the edge of my beach towel, her back facing me. Lexsie shrugged, “I was, but I figured it would be more fun here then at home with my parents nagging at me to get a summer job.” I sighed exaggeratedly, “Poor Savannah... she doesn't get to be around her crush all summer.” “KORI!” Lexsie screeched and turned to me, her face red. I grinned up at my best friend, “What? I was just commenting that she won't be able to hang out with Lysander, is all.” I said innocently. Lexsie glared at me, she knew what and who I really meant. Castiel, being the blockhead that he was, looked confused, “Savannah likes Lys?” He asked. I rolled my eyes at him, “Well duh, why do you think Lexsie and I made up that song to sing to her on ChatRoomz?” I asked. Castiel shrugged, “Because you two are idiots. I'm going to walk Demon.” My brother said as he stood, the dog's leash already in his hand. Demon pranced around his master's legs, panting happily. Castiel started walking away before something made him stop, he turned back to Lexsie and I, “Oh and... I'm not going to help you crash another date for him, got it?” Castiel growled. I smiled happily and waved my hand, “Don't worry, I want them together. They're perfect for each other. Go, walk your slobber monster, and try not to get dragged in the dust.” I said. Castiel gave me a sour look before walking off, Demon already pulling hard on his leash, wanting to run.

Once my brother was out of earshot, Lexsie turned on me, “I can't believe you did that!” She hissed. I smiled as I turned over on my stomach, and opening my book, “Oh boo-hoo, he didn't notice I was talking about you. Castiel is a hard head, remember? And very dense when it comes to girls that like him. Remember Amanda? Or Christie?” Lexsie humphed and crossed her arms in a pout, “Yessss...” She ground out, no doubt trying to forget those awful snotty girls who thought they were in love with Castiel. Their mistake was they were cruel to Lexsie and me, whom Castiel was very protective over, and thus ruining their chances of every landing a date with the 'hottest guy in school'. I grinned and continued listing off names, “Or Georgia? Or Jessica? Or Sarah? Or Renee? Or-” “I get it!” Lexsie snapped and I broke off with a giggle. My friend was so fun to tease. I opened my mouth to tease her some more, when Lexsie sighed, her shoulders slumping, “I get it... I don't have a chance with him. I'm just another girl who likes Castiel...” She said dejectedly. I blinked at her, did she really think herself like that?

I smacked her up side the head. Hard. Lexsie startled and turned to stare at me, her green eyes wide while I glared at her, “None of that self-pity, missy. A lot of girls like Castiel, sure, but do you know what he thinks of those girls?” I asked. Lexsie shook her head slowly. I smiled evilly, “He thinks they're all shallow insects that care more about the fact that their in a relationship than who they're in a relationship with.” Lexsie was starting to look down again, so I hurried and added, “And do you know what he thinks of you?” Immediately Lexsie perked up, her attention zeroing on me. I silently prayed that Castiel forgave me for telling Lexsie something that was supposed to be kept between the two of us, “He thinks you're, and I quote, 'an original who knows who and what she is.'” I poked Lexsie in the cheek, “Now, are you going to tell me that you don't have a chance with my brother again? Cuz I have plenty other proof that says you're the best pick.” I said teasingly.

Lexsie giggled like a normal girl, “Does he really say that?” She asked, a blush riding up her cheeks. I rolled my eyes, wondering what monster I had created, “Yes, but if you dare mention I spilled, Castiel will murder me and then you'll be without your best friend. Plus Nathaniel will murder Castiel and then you'll be without your future hubby.” Lexsie's happy little blush when darker with anger, “KORIANNA WEST!!” She snapped and I burst out laughing, glad she was back to normal. Fortunately, before Lexsie could get a hold of my neck, someone behind us asked, “Uh... why would I kill Castiel?” Lexsie and I both turned to see Nathaniel standing behind us, his golden head tilted curiously. I brightened, “Hey I thought your family was still in the Caribbean!” When Nathaniel told me that his family was vacationing on some island in the Caribbean, something they did every year, I thought he meant he would be gone all summer.

“Obviously not.” A voice I really didn't want to hear said behind Nathaniel. Lexsie groaned, “Great. Just when I thought I could get away from you.” My friend said, glaring at Amber who was standing there haughtily. I kicked Lexsie's foot, “Be nice.” I said through clenched teeth, I really didn't want to reprimand her, but Amber was Nathaniel's sister so I might as well try to be nice. Not that Amber was making the job easy for me, “Yeah, Lexington, be a good puppy and obey your girlfriend.” The blonde haired girl sneered. Nathaniel took a deep breath, his golden eyes looking heavenwards as if to ask for help. Meanwhile I was too busy trying to keep Lexsie from tearing Amber's throat out. Amber, apparently not realizing her death was emanate, laughed, “Geez, Korianna, I didn't know you had such a hard time keeping your girlfriends. Maybe you should let her go, she obviously doesn't want to be near you anymore. Can't really blame her.” I was awfully tempted to do what Amber was suggesting and let Lexsie murder the girl.

Luckily for Amber, her brother finally turned to her, “Amber, stop it.” He said lowly. Amber frowned at Nathaniel, “I'm only playing around. I don't see why none of you can get jokes.” She said in a fake hurt voice. Nathaniel gave her a look, “You're jokes are hurtful. Stop it.” Amber's blue-green eyes filled up with crocodile tears, “Why are you being so m-mean to me?!” Amber wailed, bringing almost everyone's attention to us. My boyfriend looked like he was at the end of his rope. He turned to us, “Sorry, I'll be back.” He apologized before dragging his sister off. Lexsie and I glanced at each other, the black haired firecracker looked like she was about so say something when Castiel came back... with a new friend.

“Kori, do you have a first aid kit?” Castiel asked as he practically shoved the girl down on his towel. Lexsie and I blinked at the newcomer than at each other. Castiel glowered down at us, Demon's leash clutched tightly in his fist, “Do you?” He growled. I rolled my eyes at my older twin and yanked my beach bag closer to me, digging through the massive thing to find the small first aid kit I had brought. Lexsie looked surprised, “Wait, you mean you actually brought that a kit?!” Even the new girl looked shocked. I snorted and jerked my thumb at the happy slobbering Demon, “With that monster out in public, of course. Trust me, this isn't the first time he's caused a riot.” Castiel looked offended for his dog, who just barked. The mysterious girl flinched away from Demon, her sea green eyes fearful of the animal. I smiled at her as I produced the little white box from the bottom of my beach bag, “Don't worry about him, Demon's all bark and no bite... with the occasional accidents.” The girl didn't answer me as she put her wrist out, showing the sand scrape from wear she hit the ground.

Lexsie winced in sympathy, “I know how that feels. First time I ever held his leash, Demon yanked my feet out from under me and made me scrape my knee. But the Slobber Monster is just a big softie.” The black haired girl told the ginger. Castiel glared down at Lexsie, “He's a guard dog, he's not supposed to be a 'softie.'” My brother snapped. Lexsie rolled her eyes at him, “Well then you might want to talk to him, because Demon is the wimpiest dog I know.” I rolled my eyes at the two arguing, “Oi, lovebirds. Take the argument, and the Slobber Monster, elsewhere.” I snapped and earned two glares. I grinned, “Why don't you go get ice cream to cool off?” I asked innocently then tossed a few bills at Lexsie, who snatched at them hurriedly before they got blown away by the breeze, “Go on then. I'm busy.” I said, shooing the two away before they could argue with me. Shooting me sour glares the two hotheads left, Demon prancing between them, his stubby little tail waving madly.

With them gone, I smiled at the shy girl, “Hi! Don't mind those two, they're just blockheads. My name is Korianna West. That guy is my twin, Castiel, in case you didn't know. And the black haired girl was Lexsie Liard. What's your name?” I chatted away. The ginger silently watched me as I applied disinfectant spray, not even flinching at the sting, and putting on a large cotton bandage. When I was finished she retracted her hand, cradling it against her chest, “Eva... Eva Biaglow.” She whispered so lowly I almost didn't hear her. I smiled, well at least she was talking. I settled down on my towel, turning so I faced the ocean. “Yeah. Hey are you new here? Or do you just go to another school. I go to Sweet Amoris.” Eva shook her head, “No... I just moved.” I glanced at the quiet girl. She was more shy than Savanna and Violette combined! “Oh, do you know where you'll be going to school yet?” Eva nodded, “Sweet Amoris.” She said quickly. I sighed, this conversation was feeling more like an interview. I hoped Castiel and Lexsie got back soon with that ice cream, and I hoped they were considerate enough to get me some!

I heard rustling and glanced up to see Eva standing, “I have to go. Thank you.” She murmured and left without another word. I watched her go, her head down as she scurried across the beach as fast as she could without running. I raised an eyebrow before turning back to face the ocean, well that was odd.

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It turned out that Lexsie and Castiel not only forgot about my ice cream, but they seemed to forget that I existed altogether. Both disappeared on me like they were never around in the first place. I scoffed and laid down on my towel, leave it to those two that the time they decided to go all doe eyed and finally admit to their feelings (at least I hoped) was when they had someone else with their party. Oh well, at least they weren't making out in front of me and making me feel like the very awkward third wheel. I reached into my beach bag of wonders and pulled out a novel. Just as I was turning to my dogeared place someone cleared their throat behind me. I laid my head back so I was looking at the person upside down. “Yes?” I asked politely.

The guy smirked, his chest, and a very fine one I had to notice, puffed out, “Hey, I'm Dake and you're hot.” My polite expression fell flat as I stared at him, was he really that obtuse? Did he think a name and one stupid compliment would get him anywhere? I turned my gaze back to my book, resting my right arm under my head to serve as a pillow, “That's nice. Now go away.” I said flatly. Scratch just forgetting about me, I was going to murder Lexsie and Castiel for forgetting about me and not saving me from obvious flirts like this guy! The guy wasn't so easily deterred, “Aw, come on, babe. I know you're not that cruel. You stole my heart, being as lovely as you are.” Dake said as he came and sat down beside me. Flat Look numero dos was sent his way, “So, you're saying that beauty is the only thing that matters to you? Can you be more shallow?” I snapped. The guy didn't take it as an insult, “When it comes to you, I'll be anything!” The flirt declared. My eyes gleamed, “Oh really, can you be nothing but a bad memory?” I asked sarcastically. Dake chuckled, “Come on, sweets, I know you're playing hard to get. You want me, I can tell.” He said confidently. I wanted to hit him, “You're right... I want you gone.” I growled and turned my eyes back to my book, determined to ignore him. Mildly I hoped I didn't set the pages on fire with my glare.

Suddenly the book was gone from my hands, I shot straight up, “Hey! Give that back you jerk!” I yelled and reached out to take the book Dake was dangling from his fingers. “First, a kiss.” He said and leaned in his cheek ready for a peck he obviously thought he was getting. I would love to disappoint him. As my fingers curled into a fist and my arm went back, ready to knock a few teeth out of this idiot, someone grabbed my elbow, “I do believe she asked you to leave her alone.” Nathaniel growled harshly. Dake blinked up at the golden haired guy then down at me, as I tried to scorch him with my glare. He was soooooo lucky Nathaniel came along when he did, otherwise Dake the Flirt would be a few teeth shy of a full smile. The guy scoffed and stood, “Fine fine, I can see I'm not wanted... see ya, baby.” Dake said airily, trying to brush off the fact that he had just been rejected. I rolled my eyes as he walked away, muttering, “Apparently you can't...”

Nathaniel sat down beside me, giving me a strange look. I smiled brightly at him, “Thanks for saving me!” I said then leaned in to give him a little kiss on the cheek. Nathaniel raised an amused eyebrow, “Where's Lexsie?” He asked. I shrugged, “Eh, her and Castiel went to find ice cream a while ago. They better have a good 'we had a frank discussion of emotions and we're now dating' story if they want me to forgive them...” I grumbled. Nathaniel laughed and sat back, his hands propping himself up. I leaned against his sun warmed side, smiling, “What happened to Amber?” I asked curiously. Nathaniel shrugged, “She had an allergic reaction to some nuts and had to go home.” I blinked, “Oh.” I really didn't know what to say. Yeah I was glad she was out of the way so I could spend some time with my boyfriend, but- “Is she okay?” I asked. Nathaniel nodded, his eyes closing as he turned his face to the sun, “Yeah. She's not that allergic. Not the way I am to pollen, or my mom to cats.” I giggled, “What's your dad allergic to?” I asked teasingly.

Nathaniel cracked one eye to glare at me, “Ha ha, very funny.” My boyfriend said sarcastically before grabbing me by the waist and letting us both flop back, my torso securely pressed against his chest. I blushed madly, “Nathaniel...” I said and tried to ease up from his chiseled chest. Mildly I wondered why on earth a student body president would have such a nice body. The boy beneath me gave an amused snort and tightened his arms around my waist before tilting his head up to nuzzle my neck. My breath hitched when I felt his smiling lips press into the soft skin under my jawbone. I tried to push away again, but Nathaniel stopped me by latching on to my earlobe with his teeth. A tiny gasp escaped my mouth when he tugged, my heart fluttering like some flighty bird in a cage. Before I had time to respond, Nathaniel flipped us over so I was on bottom and he was laying halfway on top of me. Slowly Nathaniel traveled up and down my neck, taking his sweet time to explore ever inch of skin with his mouth. He buried his nose in the defined hollow of my throat, kissing the skin just below it periodically.

With a barely suppressed groan Nathaniel finally leaned up to capture my mouth with his. His tongue probed against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. My lips seemed to part on their own accord and Nathaniel's tongue dipped in, giving me a whole new sense of the word 'kiss'. My mind drew a blank on everything; where we were, what day it was, the fact that Castiel could walk up on us at any time, even my own name slipped away briefly. I seemed to forget that Ty used to kiss me like that all the time, that every time the jerk kissed me he would forcibly shove his tongue down my throat. Nathaniel's kiss was more, so much more, in ways I couldn't begin to explain. I moaned into his mouth, my hands running over his bare chest to his golden hair, my fingers tangling in those locks. Nathaniel seemed to enjoy my reaction and stroked the roof of my mouth with his tongue as a reward. I groaned again. Nathaniel retracted his wet muscle from my mouth and sank his teeth gently into my lower lip, drawing back slowly so that his teeth scraped against the tender flesh. “Nathaniel...” I groaned, my breaths coming in at shallow pants.

Hearing his name must have shook some sense into him, for Nathaniel leaned back, looking about as breathless as I was feeling. “Korianna, I'm... going swimming.” My boyfriend managed to get out before scrabbling off of me. Though still a little giddy from that make out session, I couldn't help but grin, “Why, Nathaniel? Need a nice long cold bath?” I teased. Nathaniel shot me a nasty glare before grabbing my wrists, pulling me to a stand, “No... come on your coming with me.” He said determinedly. I laughed and shot forward out of his grip, “Last one in pays for dinner!” I yelled. I could hear Nathaniel's shout of cheating behind me, but ignored it, laughing the whole way.

Of course, Nathaniel beat me. He had managed to snag my waist just feet from the water and spun around so that he was the one closer to the waves than I before letting me go. I was still trying to find my footing when Nathaniel dove head first into the brine, earning first place and getting a cold soak all in one. I laughed at him when I finally gained balance and pounced on his back, causing both of us to go underwater. When Nathaniel finally surfaced, one eye closed as the other narrowed dangerously at me, I just continued to laugh, my white hair plastered to my body. “Korianna... you're going to regret that.” He growled playfully and started towards me. I 'eep'ed and dove under the water in an attempt to get away from my boyfriend. He just grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me back, catching me up against his chest. I squealed and struggled, but not too much. It seemed that Nathaniel's form of punishment was a quick nip at the neck, that wasn't something too bad. I giggled and tried to get away playfully, until I noticed that my bikini top was strangely loose. Tilting my head in confusion I began to reach backwards to see if the knot was loose or something when I felt something along my side that definitely wasn't my hair.

It was my bikini strap.

I went red and pressed myself further against Nathaniel's chest as my arms crept up to keep my top in place. Of all the things that could happen to me, having my top come off in front of my boyfriend, in a public place no less, was one that I didn't want to happen. Somehow I would have to think of a way to get it tied again without Nathaniel knowing. If only Lexsie were here, she could do it for me and none would be the wiser. “Hey what's this?” Nathaniel suddenly asked and I felt a small tug on my top. I mentally groaned, now karma was just trolling me. “Uh... Korianna, I think your...” Nathaniel trailed off when I nodded, “I know. C-can you... tie it back?” I asked awkwardly. Without a word Nathaniel took a step back, the water sloshing around us, lapping coldly at my hips, as Nathaniel took the two untied straps between his fingers. There was a few sharp tugs and I felt the relief when my bikini top once again laid snug against my skin.

All in all, I'd say it wasn't that bad a day at the beach.

*MonKeybiz has signed in*

CrAzYArtist: Heeeeeeey~! How's your summer coming?

MonKeybiz: Fine... except for the fact that all my friends are a state away, and so is my crush.

CrAzYArtist: Awwwwww, poor Savannah! You need a hug!

RabidsingeR: lol, Kori have you been eating sugar again?

CrAzYArtist: I'M STILL NOT TALKING TO YOU!!

RabidsingeR: …

RockStar: By stating that you're not talking to her is talking to her, Kori.

CrAzYArtist: Did I ask you?

MonKeybiz: Okay, what did I miss?

SBPrez: Well... West and Lexsie abandoned Korianna at the beach last week.

RockStar: Butt out, Powers! It's none of your business!

SBPrez: You left your sister, whom I am dating, alone. I say it is my business.

RockStar: Kori is perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

SBPrez: I don't doubt that, but it's still rude and careless to leave her to fend for herself.

RabidsingeR: See what you did, Savannah?

MonKeybiz: I think it's kinda sweet! ^^ Nath is standing up for his girlfriend!

CrAzYArtist: While Castiel is covering his butt.

RockStar: HEY!

RabidsingeR: Kori stop being mean.

CrAzYArtist: Okay... as soon as you admit what the heck you two were doing when you were abandoning me!

SBPrez: Oh this should be good...

MonKeybiz: I am super duper curious now.

RockStar: We didn't do anything!

RabidsingeR: Yeah! We went to get ice cream, that was it!

CrAzYArtist: Nice excuse. Except I could see the ice cream stand from the ocean. You weren't there.

RockStar: What were you doing in the ocean? You said you didn't want to go swimming.

CrAzYArtist: Nathaniel wanted to go swimming. And stop trying to change the subject. I'm not letting this go.

RockStar: NATHANIEL POWERS!

RabidsingeR: Kori!

SBPrez: We are dating. It's perfectly acceptable to swim together. -.-

VictorianPoet: Among other things.

CrAzYArtist: SHUT UP LYS!!!

MonKeybiz: Wait! When did he get here?!?!?!

VictorianPoet: I joined shortly before you logged on. You had just missed the conversation.

MonKeybiz: Oh... well then, HI LYS! Welcome to ChatRoomz!

VictorianPoet: Thank you, Savannah.

RockStar: WAAAAAAIT a damn minute. What do you mean 'among other things' Lysander?

CrAzYArtist: Say one word, Lysander, and I'll ban you from my chat room.

RabidsingeR: You can do that?!

CrAzYArtist: As the administrator and creator of this chat room: yes.

VictorianPoet: I do believe that is blackmail.

RockStar: I don't care if you ban him, I want to know what you and Goody-goody were up to!

SBPrez: Nothing more than what you and Lexsie were up to.

RockStar: KORIANNA RILLIE WEST! You. Are. Grounded!

CrAzYArtist: What?! You can't ground me!! And what were you and Lexsie doing anyway, if I was grounded?

RabidsingeR: Nothing!

MonKeybiz: lol a little too fast there, Lexsie... you just made it obvious.

RabidsingeR: Where are Penni and Jade?

CrAzYArtist: You're subtly is very lacking. (They're both on vacation)

SBPrez: Just admit you two were making out already!

RockStar: NATHANIEL!

MonKeybiz: lolololololol I think that's the first time Castiel has every called Nath by his first name. XDDDD

RabidsingeR: We weren't doing anything!

CrAzYArtist: Then where were ya'll and why won't you tell the rest of us since you're SO innocent?

RockStar: ...You're sarcasm is not appreciated...

VictorianPoet: They were making out... more so than Nathaniel and Korianna.

CrAzYArtist: LYSANDER!

RockStar: Traitor.

RabidsingeR: Imma going to KILL you!

MonKeybiz: I'm going to die of laughter!!!!!!

SBPrez: ...I think you are enjoying this, Lysander.

VictorianPoet: Very much so.

RockStar: Kori will you ban him now?

CrAzYArtist: I'll ask him one question before I do...

VictorianPoet: Hm?

CrAzYArtist: ARE YOU A BEACH SPY OR SOMETHING?!?!?!

VictorianPoet: Yes.

CrAzYArtist: …

VictorianPoet: And I commend you on how well you handled that Dake character.

SBPrez: lol how long were you watching us, Lys?

CrAzYArtist: Regardless of what he answers, he's dead anyway...

RockStar: Who's Dake? And what was he doing?

SBPrez: Flirting nonstop with your sister shortly after you and Lexsie abandoned her.

RockStar: ARGH! I'm going to kill him than you, Powers, for messing with my little sister!

CrAzYArtist: I'm TWO minutes younger than you! And you're not going to kill my boyfriend unless I get to kill you for messing around with Lexsie!

RockStar: I didn't do anything!

CrAzYArtist: Yeah yeah... keep talking. Denial is strong with you, but I'll break it eventually.

VictorianPoet: ha ha

MonKeybiz: *sigh* Why am I not there to enjoy all this drama?

RabidsingeR: If you were I'm sure we'd be having this discussion about you and Lys.

VictorianPoet: Hm?

MonKeybiz: BAN HER KORI!! BAN BAN BAN!!!!!!

SBPrez: I'm hungry. When are you taking me to dinner, Korianna?

CrAzYArtist: Shut up you cheater.

SBPrez: You cheated first~! ^^

RockStar: No one is taking anyone to dinner!

VictorianPoet: I thought you were taking Lexsie to dinner tonight...

CrAzYArtist: YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO PRACTICE WITH LYSANDER!!!!!

RockStar: Damn you, Lys...

MonKeybiz: lol, Lysander I never pegged you as a troll.

VictorianPoet: Is that internet lingo? I'm afraid I don't understand.

MonKeybiz: I'll teach you if you want!

CrAzYArtist: Great, now that everyone has a date tonight, bye! I gotta go get my wallet...

MonKeybiz: KORIANNA!

RabidsingeR: I'm going to murder you the next time I see you!

SBPrez: Better make sure you have a lot of cash. I have expensive tastes, honey.

CrAzYArtist: ...I hate you...

“I thought you said you had expensive tastes.” I said as Nathaniel lead me into a restaurant that wasn't too fancy; it wouldn't suck my whole savings dry. Nathaniel smiled at me as he held the door open, “I do, but I decided to be nice. Besides, most fancy restaurants make you reserve ahead of time.” He said cheerfully. I glared at him, “Nice to know you're so worried about my wallet, Powers.” I growled sarcastically, my boyfriend's smile only grew wider. My eye twitched as a funny thought came to me, “You know... you're last name makes you sound like some type of lame superhero.” I pointed out. Nathaniel's grin turned into a smirk, “Oh? So can you imagine me in a cape and tights?” He asked seductively. I blushed brightly and pressed my fingers into my temples, closing my eyes tightly, “Ahhh! The mental image! It burns!” I squealed. Nathaniel just laughed, not at all offended like most guys would be.

After the tired looking hostess showed us out seats and took our drink orders, Nathaniel turned to me. “So, what's my price limit?” He asked teasingly. I glared at him, “Nothing over forty bucks, got it?” He gave a mock salute, “Yes, ma'am!” He said before turning to the menu. I studied him, intrigued by his sudden display of cheerfulness. At school, Nathaniel was always so serious and focused, he rarely ever got distracted from school stuff. The guy sitting across from me wasn't like the Nathaniel at school at all. He was cheerful and more relaxed than I had ever seen him; he actually made jokes that were funny. I mean this was the guy who kissed me in public at the beach, at school Nathaniel was too busy with student council stuff and academics to barely even walk me to my next class. I liked the Nathaniel at school, but I was starting to like this Nathaniel a little more.

My boyfriend seemed aware of my gaze, his golden eyes looked up from the menu to meet my own, “Yes?” He questioned, his mouth turning up in an easy smile. I returned it, “Nothing... just noticing stuff about you.” I said in an almost dreamy tone. Nathaniel's eyebrows started reaching for his hairline, “Oh? What kind of stuff?” He asked as he set the menu down, giving me his full attention. “You don't act the same in school as you do out. You're not so... serious.” I said. It surprised me that Nathaniel frowned and shifted in his seat, looking extremely uncomfortable. “Yeah well... my dad is very strict when it comes to school.” He said, sounding like the School Nathaniel I knew. I tilted my head, confused at his sudden change in personality, “Most dad's are, mine is too.” I tried to tell him, but Nathaniel just shook his head. I shrugged and looked down at the menu, determined not to ruin the night over something Nathaniel clearly didn't want to talk about.

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“That was nice. We should do this more often.” I said as we walked out of the restaurant. Nathaniel smiled and snatched up my hand, entwining our fingers together, “Sure, and I promise I'll pay next time. Do you like sea food?” He asked. I stuck out my tongue, “No thanks. I don't like fish at all.” From the look on Nathaniel's face, I might as well said that I enjoyed kicking kittens or something. I laughed at his expression, “You should see your face.” I giggled. Nathaniel looked away with a pout, “How can someone not like fish?” He asked. I stuck my tongue out at him, “The same way you don't like sweets. I just don't.”

Nathaniel glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to press a kiss into my temple, “You're cute,” was all he said. Suddenly I felt extremely shy, as I remembered making out with Nathaniel on the beach for some odd reason. Lately he had been acting more like a boyfriend and less like a... friend, even though we had technically started dating back during Halloween. Nathaniel chuckled at my blush, “You're even more cute now.” He commented and tightened his hold around my waist. I was starting to feel as shy as Savannah when she was around Lysander. “A-are you ready for school to start?” I asked, stuttering only a little.

The golden haired boy laughed, “Not really.” He admitted. I stared at him, honestly I had thought he would be happy that school would be starting. Nathaniel seemed to be that kind of person, the one who looked forward to school for whatever reason. I on the other hand could stay in my room drawing or hanging out with my friends for the rest of eternity and never go to school again. If I could get away with it, I might actually have considered dropping out; but since no one ever succeeded as a high school dropout, I continued to go to school. Nathaniel smiled at my shocked expression, “What? I'm a normal teenager, Korianna, I hate school as much as anyone.” He said amused. It was my turn to turn away with a pout, “You could have fooled me...” I said. I only got an eye roll from my boyfriend.

“Kori...?” A boy called. I frowned as I turned around, that voice sounded oddly familiar. My jaw dropped when I saw who was walking towards Nathaniel and I, “T-Ty?!” I sputtered when I saw my ex-boyfriend walking towards us with a quick stride. He had changed drastically from the last time I saw him, before I moved to Sweet Amoris. Back when we were still dating, Ty managed to keep that 'All-American boy' look and hiding his less than stellar activities. Now his plain blonde hair, which used to be so wavy, hung limply over his washed out blue eyes. Bags sagged under his eyes, dark against his pasty skin. Looking at Ty, I could hardly believe that the boy who looked like the typical football jock had turned into such a sleaze.

Completely ignoring Nathaniel, Ty wrapped his still muscled arms around me and squeezed tightly. I gagged at the rancid smell of his shirt pressing into my face. Was this the only shirt he owned?! “Kori! I can't believe it's you! When I heard that you moved into this area I was ecstatic! Babe, you don't know how much I missed you, I even moved here to find you!” Ty pulled back and gave me a grin that I once melted for before ducking his head to kiss me.

Instead of my lips, his mouth met Nathaniel's fist. Ty stumbled back, letting go of me in the process, and cradled his jaw, “What the f*ck was that for?!” Ty garbled as he glared at Nathaniel. My golden haired knight in shining armor stood in front of me with his arms crossed. What was with boys trying to flirt with me out of the blue all of a sudden? It was like they were all waiting for me to enter a relationship before they decided to crash things! Ty glared at Nathaniel, “Dude, who the hell are you?” Ty snapped, blood dribbling down his chin a little. Nathaniel didn't look amused in the slightest, “Korianna's boyfriend.” He said flatly.

Despite the situation before me, I couldn't help but do a happy dance on the inside. Nathaniel admitted it so easily, as if it were only natural that he was my boyfriend. When I had been dating Ty, he always laughed it off and changed the subject. If he actually did admit that he was dating me, Ty would always seem reluctant to admit the fact. I glanced between Nathaniel and Ty. I hadn't realized how bad a boyfriend Ty had been compared to Nathaniel. They were practically on the opposite spectrum of boyfriends. Ty laughed harshly, “So that little bitc-” Nathaniel slammed his fist into Ty's face again. I was honestly surprised that he was so violent. I never expected Nathaniel to be violent prone. Sure, he and Castiel almost got into a fight when I first moved to Sweet Amoris, but I had thought it was a one time thing. Guess I was wrong.

“Refrain from calling Korianna that.” Nathaniel actually growled. I had seen enough. I tugged on Nathaniel's sleeve, “Come on, he's not worth it.” I said softly. Nathaniel glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before nodding and turning his back on the still moaning Ty. I smiled as I looped my arm through his. Other than the incident with Ty, which I hoped never happened again, tonight was a good night. I got to see a part of Nathaniel that no one ever did and I knew that he wasn't ashamed of me like Ty had been. I had gotten a better deal with Nathaniel than I'd ever get with Ty.

RockStar: WHAT?!?!?!?!

SBPrez: You heard me. I want to know all about Ty.

RabidsingeR: Why? And how do you know about Ty? We've never mentioned him by name... that I know of.

SBPrez: ...he tried to kiss Kori...

RockStar: WHAT?!?!?!

SBPrez: Is that the only word you know?

RockStar: Shut up, Powers. What happened with Kori and Ty?

SBPrez: We left the restaurant, some guy called out to her. She called him 'Ty'. He started babbling about how much he missed her and tired to kiss her. I smashed my fist into his face. When he called her a bitch, I punch him again.

RabidsingeR: Nath... I love you. Don't ever change.

RockStar: HEY!

RabidsingeR: I love him like a brother!

VictorianPoet: You know... he might be your brother-in-law one day.

SBPrez: You're matchmaking is not appreciated, Lysander.

RockStar: *gag* LYSANDER! Stop trolling.

VictorianPoet: No.

MonKeybiz: Stop it! Oh dear heaven and earth! For all that is holy, STOP! I'm dying of laughter!!! XDDDDDD

MonKeybiz: Where is Kori anyway? She hasn't logged in at all.

RockStar: It's Saturday before school starts.

MonKeybiz: Ohhhhhhhhh...

VictorianPoet: What does that have to do with anything?

RabidsingeR: I shall explain for you newbies to the mysterious ways of Korianna West. Come in closer, little children, as I spin a tell of woe and misery.

SBPrez: Cut the dramatics and speak plainly.

VictorianPoet: You fail at theatrical speech anyway.

RabidsingeR: ...jerks... Anyway, we all know Kori hates school. So she has a tradition of sleeping in extra late on her last true day of summer. The record is sleeping for eleven hours straight. She didn't get up until 5 pm.

RockStar: Yeah, and that was when Dad flipped her mattress over and dumped her out of bed. If he hadn't interrupted she'd probably have slept all day, literally.

SBPrez: Why are you always more talkative when your girlfriend is speaking?

RockStar: Why do you even care?

SBPrez: I don't.

RockStar: THEN WHY DID YOU ASK!?!

SBPrez: To see you get defensive. It's amusing.

RockStar: …

SBPrez: Also, it's nice to know that you admit to dating Lexsie. I'm sure Korianna will be happy.

RockStar: NATHANIEL POWERS!!!!

MonKeybiz: lol Lys, I think you're rubbing off on Nath.

SBPrez: Don't call me Nath.

MonKeybiz: Tell me why you don’t want to be called that name and I'll stop calling you that.

GreenThumb: Since Kori isn't here to keep you on track... we WERE talking about Kori and Ty.

RabidsingeR: ...oops. It's amusing to see Castiel and Nath dish it out, why don't they do that normally?

VictorianPoet: Because they're both whipped by Korianna.

MonKeybiz: lol that's true! XD

RockStar: ...I'm not even going to respond to that.

SBPrez: I still want to know about Ty.

RockStar: You'll have to ask Kori. It's her story, not ours.

SBPrez: You couldn't tell me that to begin with?

RockStar: No.

SBPrez: ...you're a dick.

RabidsingeR: ...O.O Did...He...?

MonKeybiz: HE DID!!! NATHANIEL JUST CUSSED!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WORLD IS ENDING! THE WORLD IS ENDING!! Lshdklgjakdlgjlaksjdfl!!!!!

SBPrez: -_- ...You two are weird.

VictorianPoet: You can't really blame them. I've known you almost as long as Castiel and this is the first time I've ever heard you cuss.

GreenThumb: It is strange hearing that coming from you, Nathaniel.

SBPrez: *sigh*

RockStar: Ha ha! Everyone thinks your a Goody-goody!

SBPrez: Shall I go into how you were as a child?

RockStar: Lexsie already knows, and of course Kori does too. So your plan is flawed.

SBPrez: Then how about why you became a jerk?

RockStar: Stop right there, Powers.

SBPrez: ^^ I wasn't going to say anything.

RabidsingeR: Okay, this is too muck OOC in here. NATH GO BACK TO BEING A SERIOUS STICK IN THE MUD! CASTIEL START HATING NATH AGAIN, STOP WITH THE POKING FUN AT EACH OTHER!!!!

GreenThumb: I agree with Lexsie, it is a little weird.

SBPrez: I'll be a stick in the mud when school starts.

RockStar: I DO HATE HIM!

SBPrez: The feeling is mutual, West.

RockStar: Shut the hell up, Powers.

GreenThumb: *sigh* Here we go again...

MonKeybiz: Ring around the rosy, Pocket full of posy! Ashes ashes we all fall down!

SBPrez: You do realize that song is about the Black Death right?

MonKeybiz: Really?! Cool!!

RabidsingeR: *cough cough* NATH IS A NERD!

VictorianPoet: Knowing trivia doesn't make someone a nerd.

RockStar: Says the guy full of useless trivia.

MonKeybiz: Hey! I love trivia! Don't spoil my fun, Castiel!!!

RockStar: Don't worry I won't!

MonKeybiz: ...I hate you... Nath and I are going to start at Castiel Hate Club.

RabidsingeR: Hey! Don't hate on my boyfriend!

MonKeybiz: You were the president of his fan club back home, it's only right that I be the president of his hate club here!

RockStar: ...What?

VictorianPoet: ...

GreenThumb: XDDDDDDD

SBPrez: lol

RabidsingeR: SAVANNAH KNIGHT, I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!!!!

MonKeybiz: *sigh* just like old times.

“Kori, I need your help, get down here!”

I paused in shading the last bit of my art project and called out. “Why? You said you didn't need any help.”

“Get the damn dog outta here! He keeps getting in the way!” Castiel snapped back.

Sighing I set aside my drawing pad and wondered into the kitchen where my brother was, “You know… I don't think Lexsie will really care if you-”

My brother cut me off, “Take Demon for a walk!”

I rolled my eyes as I whistled for Demon to follow me. The slobber monster practically knocked my feet from underneath me in his hurry to get to the door. Instead of reaching for the leash, because not even Castiel could hold back that dog sometimes, I grabbed the dog whistle and a baggie of treats.

First holiday this school year, and I was spending it walking my brother's uncontrollable dog. I hadn't had any downtime since the summer ended, what with my AP classes that Nathaniel convinced me to sign up for and more extracurricular activities like the art club and Theater. And even though it was Thanksgiving holiday, I still had to write a five page essay over Hawthorn’s 'Scarlet Letter', finish my still life for the art club before Christmas break, and finish painting the props for Theater’s spring play.

Tansy had convinced me to get into Theater, saying that I would be just the girl for it. She didn't tell me that they only needed my artistic skills for painting the backdrops and props. Oh well, at least I was needed somewhere. Lately it seemed like I was just getting under everyone's foot. Some people I could understand, like Nathaniel who took nothing but AP classes as well as being the student body president, were very busy; but ever since Lexsie and Castiel started officially going out she never so much as said 'hi' to me, even though she was in our apartment almost everyday.

I didn't blame her of course, Castiel had only asked her out three weeks ago so I knew that Lexsie was still getting used to her 'in a relationship' status. Nathaniel had been the only thing in my radar when I first started dating him and even before that. But it still hurt that she only had eyes for my own brother and I was forced to be around her constantly anyway.

Demon suddenly took off, probably after some stray cat. I wasn't too worried about him, Demon was a city dog; Castiel had told me that the first and last time Demon had ran into the streets he got hit by a car and broke his right foreleg. Since then the giant slobber monster avoided walking even near the curb. It was one thing neither my brother or I had to worry about.

Jumping up on people and knocking them over was still a problem, unfortunately.

Demon disappeared around the corner of the bank and not five seconds later a girlish shriek resounded. I groaned and quickened my pace, I just hoped that whoever Demon 'attacked' wasn't some uppity snot who was going to file charges or threaten to call animal control.

I didn't know who the girl was, but I did recognize the boy who was helping her up.

Jade grinned when he saw me, “Kori!”

I blinked at my green haired friend before smiling back, “Hi, Jade. Uh, sorry about Demon. He's kind of… uncontrollable.” As if to prove my point, the slobber monster took off again, this time barking after a skateboarder who had just shot past us. I helped Jade pull the girl to her feet, “I really am sorry, are you alright?”

The girl stood up, dusting off her floral print skirt and held out her hand, “Oh I'm fine! My name is Ruby, and you're Kori, right?”

Ruby, huh? I glanced at her bright red hair, her parents name her right at least. I shook her proffered hand, “Korianna, but my friends call me Kori.” I glanced between Jade and Ruby, “Are you… related by any chance?”

Ruby laughed, “It's the names, isn't it? That's how everyone else always guesses. Our mother wanted to name her children after jewels. Something about how precious the 'family jewels' were.” I smiled again, if there was one thing to be said about this strange girl, it was that she was a lot more outgoing than her brother.

I glanced at Jade to see him rolling his eyes fondly. They seemed to get along at least. He turned to me, “So how have you been? You haven't gotten onto ChatRoomz in forever and everyone always says you're busy.”

I smiled sheepishly “Sorry. I signed up for more extracurricular activities this year and they're really taking it out of me.”

“Yeah I know, when I went to Sweet Amoris to help out with the garden again this year you didn't even drop by.”

“You were there? You didn't tell me that!” What else have people been neglecting to tell me? Lexsie didn't even tell me when she started going out with Castiel, it was my brother who told me about an hour before their first date! And Penni never told me she started taking dance lessons until she asked Castiel for a ride to the dance studio one day.

Jade shrugged helplessly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I'm not allowed in the school since I'm not a student. Why do you think I always made you run errands for me?”

I hung my head in defeat. Some vacation this was turning out to be. All my friends were turning up and doing things without telling me, which made me feel incredibly left out. Hopefully it wouldn't be so bad when I went to have dinner at Nathaniel’s house tonight.

Ruby giggled and patted my shoulder, “Don't worry about it, Korianna! Jade here is just a fuddy duddy,” The red haired girl leaned in as if she was going to tell me a secret, “I think it's because he won't tell anyone who he has a crush on! It's effecting his life, ya know?” She said loud enough that Jade heard her.

He turned bright red and sputtered while Ruby and I laughed. Smirking I tilted my head to the side and raised a hand to shield my mouth from Jade as I said back, “Oh? Do tell~” I hadn't talked to Violette in a while, but from what Savannah told me she still had a crush on Jade. Could he have a crush on her? It would make my matchmaking job much easier.

Ruby gave me a one armed hug that was more like a strangle hold, “Oooo I like you! Jadey-boy why didn't you tell me your friends were so fun?”

“Jadey-boy?” I snorted as Jade's blush turned darker. If I ever got back on ChatRoomz I was going to announce his silly nickname to everyone.

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13 Days of Christmas (Lee Seokmin) (Featuring Astro’s Cha Eunwoo)

Today has been surprisingly decent, so let’s hope it stays that way for awhile!!!

Word count: 1789

“Eunwoo, stop following me and get back on the floor,” you hissed at him.

“But you were swamped with people and I know how to work the register too,” he smiled innocently. “It’s not like I’m trying to change your mind-”

“No,” you said firmly. “I’ve already told you I’m not going on any more blind dates because of what happened last time.”

“I’m not asking you anymore. Promise. But if you do say yes, I’m just saying.”

“Eunwoo, stop it now...or get to the point before I clock out.”

“Okay, okay. So listen, tomorrow night we’re going Christmas caroling-”

“What’s so fun about going around the neighborhood singing those irritating songs?”

“We’re going to the hospital and celebrating with everyone who has to be there just so they can forget about it.”

“Who’s we?” you asked him skeptically.

“It’s me, a few of us from a group chat at school and anyone who wants to come. That’s why I’m inviting you.”

“For some reason, I still don’t believe you.”

“Okay, fine. Don’t come. Disappoint me,” he feigned sadness, holding up a stuffed animal that he found wedged between some shelves. “Have it your way.” He walked, trudged rather, away from you, holding the poor pup close him and crushing it, sighing loudly.

“Fine Eunwoo, but you’re buying me dinner!”

“Great! I promise you Y/N, you won’t be disappointed!” He ran back to greet a customer who walked in while another came to check out with you.

“Hi, I’m Seokmin,” the bright eyed boy greeted you happily. “Are you here to help me sing the Christmas carols?”

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. I’m just waiting for Eunwoo. He said he was coming tonight.”

“Cha Eunwoo?”

“That’s him.”

“He’s not scheduled to come until Friday.” He looked confused for a moment. “He said he was coming with his group of friends. Tonight’s supposed to be just the duets.” Oh you were gonna kill him. The moment you saw him, it was over. “Really? He didn’t mention that.”

“ Oh. I mean, if you don’t wanna do it, I can do this by myself.”

If it wasn’t for that smile that you didn’t wanna get rid of, you would’ve readily agreed. “No, I’m already here. Show me all the songs you wanna get through tonight. I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? You look really caught off guard by this.”

“It’s okay. It was probably a misunderstanding.” Or his infamous ploy to go on a blind date.

His smile widened and maybe, just maybe, you were gonna thank Eunwoo for knowing your weakness...right after you beat him with a stuffed animal

“Okay, so I was thinking we start from here to-” he began flipping pages and pointing to the songs he liked, “-and then we finish here. Maybe we can do like a song or two per room and work our way down the hall. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded. “ And what if I don’t know the words to some of them?”

“Just leave that to me. Just sing a little lower when you know you’re gonna stop knowing them and I’ll take it from there and then you can jump back once you know them again. Also,” he held up two water bottles, “I have these just in case your mouth gets dry. But they also have vending machines on the floor we’re going to.” He patted the guitar with his free hand. “Now, follow me.”

And as it turned out, Seokmin turned out to be an excellent singer and for that reason alone, you let him sing a lot more by himself than you joining in, but that could’ve also been your nerves. A lot of the patients welcomed for melodious voice and even joined in whether it was “Jingle Bells” or “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”. His elf hat gave him extra points, especially when the little bells jingled happily. The kids and other patients who could roam freely followed you two as far as they could, making as much noise as possible as they could to get noticed. Seokmin would just point at them and let them take the lead...which made you stop functioning a couple of times.

Truthfully, with all of the fun you were having wooing everyone, you’d forgotten about Eunwoo, though you knew it’d be awhile until he got off the hook. Seokmin was a regular Santa Claus with all the joy and color he brought in those rooms. He only annoyed a handful of kids who would’ve rather been asleep and made a couple of newborn babies cry with the loudness, both of which he’d turn the color of your Santa hat and apologize for causing a disturbance. He finally called it quits after about two hours and led you to the hospital cafeteria to soothe your sore throat and get some food in your tummy. (He may have heard it growl a couple of times.)

However, instead of bringing you actual food, he surprised you with fruitcake and hot cocoa, both of which you couldn’t deny. He sat across from you and took a couple bites until he was satisfied. “Are you sure you’ve never done that?”

“Today was my first and only time doing it,” you admitted. “I don’t really have time for all of this. I’m usually either working or studying and hanging out with my friends so we can study. It was really fun. Do you do this often?”

“I try to.” He took off his hat and you did the same. “Mostly around this time. When I was younger, I broke my foot around this time of year, and it was so boring...and sad. There weren’t any drawings anywhere and no one talked about Santa Claus and a lot of the nurses didn’t even try to make it fun for us. They just gave us medicine and told us to sleep. I remember crying because I wanted to be home. I think I even spent Christmas at the hospital and that wasn’t fun, so I try to help out. I mean, you saw the kids and how happy they were, right?”

“It was very magical,” you agreed. “And the people here love you.”

“Right now they do. But when I drop in randomly, sometimes I think I annoy the nurses...well, the ones who don’t do their jobs and make kids smile.” He waved at someone and when you turned around you recognized him as one of the patients there as he ran to your table. “Hi buddy, did you enjoy the little concert?”

“Yeah! You guys were awesome! Thank you for making tonight fun for me. I have to go to surgery tomorrow and I was afraid but you helped me a lot.” Then he turned to you. “Thank you too. I’ve never seen you around but you made me happy.”

You were at a loss for words at the compliment, so you could only smile, trying not to blush right now in front of a cute guy you just met. “Hey Seokmin?”

“Yes Y/N?” He glanced up at you and blinked a few times and the little thing made you laugh. He high fived another patient who blew him a kiss and then ran away.

“This is really embarrassing to ask, but did Eunwoo tell you I was coming beforehand?”

He nodded. “He said you were really nice and really patient and that you work a lot so he wanted to make tonight fun for you.”

“And you agreed?”

“Well, he begged me to meet you and give you a chance-”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Please don’t kill any of my friends. I need as many as possible...just in case one of them gets tired of me.”

“He has been trying to get me to go on blind dates for the past month, and I finally said no. And then he pulls this.”

“Are you not having fun?” The sad look is there and he resembled a kicked puppy and you hated yourself for it.

“No, I am, but he’s very persistent. He’s really sweet, but I just think he wants to do double dates.” Or try to convince you about getting over your supposed crush on him.

“Wait, so are you the Y/N he’s been trying to set me up with?” He pulled two candy canes out of his pocket and handed you one. “Don’t tell the kids I had these leftover ones.” He blew on the hot chocolate and stirred it with the candy cane.

“It could be possible,” you admitted. “Wait, he’s been trying to set us up?” Had you been eating the fruitcake, you surely would’ve been choking on it by now.

“He’s mentioned you from time to time and I was really curious too, plus you kept turning the offers down.” He slipped his drink slowly. “But now that you’ve met me, the choice is up to you. Personally, I had a fun time with you, and if you’d like once the holidays are over, we can catch a movie or have dinner.”

“Ta-da,” you showed one of the customers the presents you managed to wrap for them despite the chaos of holiday shopping. The mom looked pleased despite the irritation from the loudness and thank you before dragging her kid off away to continue their shopping. “Hi, did you find everything okay?”

The downside of working in a crowded place was how hot you got easily, but right now taking off the Christmas sweater your manager convinced to wear wasn’t an option. You did take the Santa hat off though to get some air.

“There’s my favorite person,” Eunwoo said handing you a coffee as he clocked in. “So how’d it go?”

You ignored him, a smile spreading on your face to let him know you’d talk to him when you felt like it. He held back on his vital information, so why shouldn’t you? You let the remainder of your shift pass like that, only acknowledging him when it was work related. You could see the frown apparent on his face and you loved it. “Eunwoo, tell everyone I’m going on lunch! I’m hungry.”

“Are you really gonna not talk to me?” he whined. “DK said said he had a good time with you, but if you didn’t, I can just tell him you’re not interested.”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Seokmin yell at you from the entrance. He held up a fast food bag for you to see. “Are you coming? I’m starving!”

You turned to Eunwoo smugly. “Who said I wasn’t interested?” You waved at him. “We’re going around town looking at the lights later on.”

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First Encounters

You had a moment of “Fuck It. I’m just going to go.” You held a major garage sale cleaning out some clutters and old memories than you felt it was finally time to let go of, held a small going away party, bought a plane ticket and were off. You were going to spend the next three months exploring Asia. It felt cliché and white girl mid-life crises but there were some spots you been dreaming about visiting since you were young and now it was time. Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and finally Korea. You were currently in your second week exploring Vietnam, and you were absolutely in love with the city of Da Nang. You were on your daily trip through the Con Market when you heard the commotion of several children laughing playing and running behind you. The cacophony of noise surrounded you as they raced towards you, then finally past you. As quickly as it happened you noticed the strap to your shoulder bag had been snipped and was gone. You quickly began to shout and chase after the kids. As a precaution you never brought all of your money with you just enough to purchase a few things and go back to your rented room. As you continued to chase a looming figured appeared in front of the pack of children making them skid to halt. “Arrête ça, tu sais mieux, maintenant, dites-leur que vous êtes désole. I’m so sorry they are normally really good kids sometimes they are just mischievous.” Your heart lodged in your throat as you heard the deep voice of the man standing in front of you holding out your hand bag that he’d quickly tied into a tight knot. He was handsome with a strong defined face and jawline; you could see he had bit of tattoos on him from the thin cotton button down that he was wearing that was currently damp from sweat and the humidity of the city. To say he was muscular was an understatement. His pectoral muscles stood out as the camera strap hang between them, his biceps were full and the bulge from them as he flexed gently made your core clench. Hearing french roll off of his lips as easy as water sliding down a wall made you want to fuck him right there on the spot. “I know all of the kids, so please check your belongings and if anything is missing, I’m sure I can get it back for you.” You stood there gawking trying to find your words as you assessed and undressed that fine ass man. Your eyes roamed down as you noticed he was in ripped jeans. Thick muscular sections of thigh, a broad knee and legs were exposed soaking up the sun. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow the trail of sweat that rolled down his neck, collar bone, down a section of his chest and eventually got soaked in by the tank top he was wearing. “Excuse me are you alright, can you speak?” “Oh Yes, ahh thank you.” You were so lost in your assessment of him you had completely zoned out that he was speaking to you. “Please check your things if anything is missing, I should be able to retrieve it for you.” The deep rumble of baritone that was his voice rippled through you like a pebble hitting the water; his presence was leaving you speechless. You hadn’t been this affected by anyone like this in such a long time you’d forgotten that it was possible. Willing yourself to actually pay attention to what he was saying and not just him, you went through your bag and saw that nothing was missing; however, the strap had been cut. “Everything is there but my strap has been cut. Fuck.” “I’m so sorry about that, here come with me I know a place that can repair it. Just stay close to me and hold on.” Before you could measure his words, his strong hand wrapped around yours as he pulled you through the crowded market and in to the opening of an alley.

“Hey Tony, everything all good?” He asked as the shop keeper poked his head out the side door. “Ahh! Yeah yeah yeah Monster. Everything o.k.” He pulled out a 20.00 Korean won and passed it to the shop keeper whose eyes were so large they could compete with the moon. “Ahh Monster no no no this is too much just to watch your bike.” “Tony, that bike is everything. Take it. Be well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pulled out a second helmet and passed it to you. “Monster?” You asked suspiciously He chuckled looking at over his shoulders and he moved things around on his bike. “Don’t be alarmed it’s just a nickname you may call me Woo. Now helmet on and hold on tight to me.” You gasped softly and bit the corner of your lip as you watched his ass when he threw his leg over the side of his motorcycle and straddled it. You were still standing there in awe of this mass of man. “Are you coming or what, you’re not afraid are you?” he said over his shoulder, you could see the slightly corner of a smirk on his face under the helmet before the snapped the visor down. This trip was the year of the ‘Fuck Its’ so hoping on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle was par for the course; you didn’t mean to, but you moaned slightly as your arms wrapped around his robust frame. You squealed and squeezed tighter as the bike came to a roaring start and accelerated at a high speed turning out of the alley and on to the main strip. You could feel his body tighten and flex as he laughed at your reaction; a quick seven-minute ride later and you pulled up along a strip of business in a part of the city you’ve only explored once.

“First thing’s first, let’s get you a temporary bag, I can tell you by your expression you’re really attached to that one so just throwing it away isn’t an option.” Again, taking your hand, he led you into a little shop full of just bags of various sizes and purses, coin purses and wallets of all types. You selected a cute bag about the same size as the one that was damaged, a new backpack and a wallet you’d been meaning to replace. “When we go up to the counter, let me handle everything.” He said looking at you. Walking up to the counter everything came up to roughly 50.00 dong. “That is 50 dongs.” The shopkeeper said eyeing you. “Seriously Sandy, 50 Dong, for all three. I know you can do better than that.” Sandy scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes at Woo. “No, You! No Discount! 50 dong, matter of fact price went up 55 dong now. Pay me or leave.” “Sandy, Thực sự, chúng tôi là bạn.” Woo said in flawless Vietnamese “Chúng tôi không phải là bạn connard!” “Wow! Sandy, an asshole really. Are you really still mad at me for going out with your cousin, that was last year?! Now come on, I’ll give you 35 for everything, plus I’m going next door to see the old man to get my friend here bag repaired, and you know I will tip well because he does such an amazing job. Come on Sandy you can’t hold this grudge for forever.” “Are you really going to see Papa??” Sandy asked with a scowl still heavily plastered on her face; Woo held out the damage bag to her to inspect, she carefully took it from him and examined it in here hands before laying it out on the counter and turning it over. “Hmm. It’s well used got some spots fraying towards the ends, cut strap, did the corner kids get you?” She spoke in your direction, eyes still roaming over the bag. “Yeah they ran past so quickly I don’t even know how they manage to cut it and not cut me as well.” “Papa can fix it, might take a day two days max. Depending on what he’s working on now he maybe able to fix tonight, if not by the end of the day tomorrow he should have it finished. Do you know this asshole?” Sandy pointed at Woo who was standing at another counter looking at wallets. “Ahh no actually I don’t, he just saw the kids steal my bag and got them to give it back to me and said that he knew where I could go to get it fixed is all.” Sandy scoffed again as Woo tossed a wallet with a chain on the counter next to your items. “I’ll give you 40 for everything.” He winked at Sandy as he slid two bills to her; she snatched up the bills and muttered ‘connard’ once against as she rang in the sale. The two of you made small talk as you transferred items from your damaged bag to the new one you just purchased. You learned that her grandfather, father and uncle ran the seamstress shop next door and her mother and sister the dry cleaner next to it. After dropping off the bag, Woo offered to take you around the city and then dinner and you decided to take him up on his offer.

You sped through the streets of Da Nang visiting all the non touristy areas that everyone that had advised you not to visit; half of your instincts were screaming ‘no this isn’t safe’ while the other half was saying ‘no it’s cool we trust this guy’ but was it your instincts or lust talking? Over dinner you learned that he was a well known well trusted photo journalist, who’s work had been published in National Geographic, The Smithsonian, Architect Digest as well as seen on the Travel channel and Discovery Channel. You two swapped tales as to how you both wound up in Vietnam at this point in your lives, you having had an epic fuck this I’m out moment and him half working/half sabbatical. You allowed him to do something you never let anyone do, he fed you. He took his time when ordering and explained everything that he ordered and using a pair of chopsticks and a spoon fed you Bun Cha, Banh beo, Thit Kho, Bahn xeo stuffed with shrimp, and Bun rieu. Seeing him still damp from sweat, hair up in a top knot and being so delicate and gingerly in the feed of you made your insides quiver. The way he licked his lips, slurped in noodles and soup and suck crab out of the shell made you wonder just what that would feel like on your pussy, the mere thought of it made you squeeze your thighs tighter together and bite the inside of your cheeks to stifle a moan. If given the opportunity you didn’t see yourself not fucking him.

Over the flickering candlelight and full stomachs, the conversation was almost as delicious as the meal it self. “Do you know that you have the most gorgeous eyes?” You almost choked on your green tea, as \the compliment struck you so off guard. He chuckled at you, before picking up a cloth napkin and gently dabbing your mouth and chin. “Truth be told its not just your eyes that have my attention, and please excuse me for being so forward but, watching your lips slide off my chopsticks all night has me so fucking hard right now.” He leaned back in his chair jus as cool and confident as ever and took a long pull off of his beer. Meanwhile you were sitting there stuck. All night long you’ve been watching the tension in his arms any time he moved, the way his peck muscles would flex when he laughed, the way his laughed sounded like a thunderstorm rolling in over the cliffs, the way his lips moved when he spoke, drank, moaned after a bite of food. The moan. The first time he did it you nearly came in your shorts and it took all of your will power not to appear as utterly wrecked by it as you were; and now here he sat across from you looking like pure sin, hitting on you. You had a decision to make, to give into his antics and eventually fuck the shit out of him or to laugh it off advise him that you’d see him tomorrow maybe in order to pick up your bag. ‘This is the season of fuck it you thought to yourself.’ You’d brought condoms on your trip that you had yet to use and so you decided why not now and why not him. “You know it’s funny you mentioned lips,” you began, “ever, since I saw you suck the meat out of that crab shell whole and I couldn’t help but wonder what that would be feel like on my pussy.” It was now your turn to smirk and sip. He sputtered on his drink and you couldn’t help but laugh, it was soon cut short by how quickly he moved to your side of the table and his tongue slid into your mouth effortlessly as if it was made to always be there. He pulled away from you, dragging his lips against your cheek and up against your ear and whispered “Je tiens a vous baiser si mal. Monte avec moi.” Followed up with a trail of kisses down your jawline, over your chin and back up to your lips. “Come with me.” He spoked against your lips standing up and reaching out his hand. “My room is just upstairs on the twelfth floor, or if you want we can get back on the bike and I can take you back to your place, but one thing I’m certain of, I have a need to spend the rest of the night with you.” Between the French, his body and the way he kissed you, your juice box was beyond ready to be slurped on; you took his hand and followed him to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, his hands roamed over your body, drawing you into him more, kissing you deeply, making your mouth water and your pussy pulse. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted someone so badly and the thought of you fucking him made you beyond antsy, the door the elevator couldn’t open fast enough. Swiping the card key over the door to his suite he pushed the door open with his hip, walking the two of you backwards through the sitting area where he tossed down both of your bags and finally made your way into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed his hands gliding over you frame. “I hate to interrupt this moment, but I need to freshen up just a little bit, want to shower with me?” His voice was low, lush and intoxicating. “Only if you allow me to go first for a few minutes, you know just a little bit of privacy.” Your words felt heady and laden as you spoke them. “Be my guess.” He replied as his eyes drifted over your frame as you got up and walked towards the bathroom. You quickly stripped down and freshen up the most important parts before calling him in to shower with you. You stood before the glass door of the shower watching him strip, his body decorated in elaborate tattoos, everyone ounce him worked out to perfection. He was truly a work of art and he was naked with a full erection just for you. Stepping in to the shower he immediately pressed you against the back of the wall as hot water cascaded off his body, his hard hot body pressing into you, the the slightly warm tiles that were still cold enough to make your nipples hard against your front, his wide thick dick pressed against your ass, he bit down on your ear; one hand found a nipple and began pinching and twisting it, making your body jolt, the other hand snaked its way between your thighs and found your throbbing swollen clit. He teased at the entrance of your opening barely inserting the first digit in, mere fraction of an inch away from your clit that so desperately wanted attention. You were panting as his mouth assaulted your neck, sucking deep hickies on to the side of it, he was still toying with the notion of stroking your clit and you let out the most desperate needy whine you could muster. “What’s the matter Baby Girl, tell me what you need.” He released your neck just long enough to ask the question and right back to sucking on it hungrily. “Touch… touch me please.” You begged. “Vous touche ou? Touch you where? Tell me?” “Touch… touch my clit PLEASE!” The pulsing of your engorged clit made you sound much more needier than you intended too. He was still teasing at your entrance, when finally, he stroked a finger over it; a shudder of pleasure tore through you and made your body jerk. You couldn’t remember the last time you were so wound up and in need, you’ve never nearly came from first contact before until that moment. He re-positioned both hands, moving over to your other breast and nipple, he now maneuvered his hand so that his thumb was over your clit and two fingers slid inside of you. “Gotdamn Baby Girl! Why are you so tight? I may have to put four fingers inside of you to get you ready for my cock.” As he spoke, he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of you. Your hips couldn’t help but begin to undulate to the rhythm he was setting in your pussy; he felt amazing and you couldn’t help but moan and slightly bang your head against the wet tile of the shower wall. He kissed over your neck and shoulder continuing to suck deep bruising hickies onto your skin the pleasure/pain of it made you moan louder. He quickened the pace in which he was pushing and pulling his fingers out of you as his thumb was swiping over your clit in a variety of patterns. Your legs were quivering as the fire in your belly grew bigger and bigger. His arm snaked up your torso as his hand gripped your throat. “That’s it, cum on Daddy’s fingers. Cum for Daddy Woo baby girl.” his teeth sank in to your earlobe just as his middle finger brushed against your G-spot; a shattering screaming chorus of fuck fuck fuck! Left your mouth as your body thrashed against his, his fingers never stopping their stimulation of your pleasure points. He removed his hand just in time to support your frame, your legs were weak and quivering and he used his frame to support you up against the wall. “Good Girl. Now taste yourself for me.” He slid his two fingers in your mouth and worked them back and forth on your tongue as you began to suck on them. “Suck a little more, a little harder. Good girl, just like that, keep going.” He inhaled sharply through his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, you could feel his erection bob against your leg as he slid his fingers out your mouth. “Baby girl, you sucked my fingers so well, I can’t wait to feel that on my cock. But first, lets get out of this shower.” Stepping out first, he wrapped an oversize towel around his waist before pulling another one out of the warmer and wrapping it around you. He then picked you up in his arms and carried back into the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. “I’ve been waiting all night to see if you taste as sweet at you look.” He wasted no time spreading your legs and plunging his tongue into your saturated love hole as far as it could go. He swirled his tongue around clockwise, then counter clockwise seeming to hit new spots he didn’t the first time. One hand was fisted in his hair the other stuffed full of the blanket as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Woooooo fuuuuck. Daddy!” You moaned and quivered. “Damn I was wrong, you taste even sweeter, like pure sugar cane sweet, fuck I need another taste.” This time his full lips sucked on your clit with the tip of his tongue flipped up and down over it, you started to cum again immediately, you never cum this quickly back to back; you were starting to understand just why they called him Monster. You were on your back panting heavily heart racing, trying to gain composure after an orgasm that left your near numb. “Come here baby girl show me again just how good you are with that mouth.” You nodded and rolled over and got up to your hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way to him. “Merde! Tu es si beau comme ca” The sound of French rumbling from his lips made you moan as you took his dick in your mouth. A loud deep groan roared from him as he leaned forward to give your right ass cheek a firm slap; just at that moment your deep throated him and the slap made you moan again his balls, earning yet another loud groan and praise. “FUCK! Baby Girl, you’re so fucking good.” He began a steady rhythm fucking your throat, not to fast, not to slow, just the right pace and rough enough to make you gag, tear up, and dig your nails in to his thighs. “Fuck let me get my dick into you before you make cum down your throat. Stay right where you are.” He came up behind you on the bed right in front of the full mirror; you screamed and quivered on his dick as he entered you; he was so damn fucking thick and wide and long for no gotdamn reason. You moaned loudly into the mattress as your hips immediately gave into the pace of his thrust. “Look up! I want you to see how good you look when you’re getting fucked.” “Hooomygaaaawd. Yes Daddy!” You whined and stared at yourself getting some of the best dick ever. He looked like a fucking pornstar and you were nothing but his prey and you never wanted to be used as nothing but a cumslut more in your life. Strong forceful immaculate backshots were giving your body a rhythm it had never experience before, a chorus of moans, grunts and skin on skin made a melody so beautiful you would carry it with you the rest of your life. This what quality fucking felt like, you thought you’d known it in your life previously, but you now knew that was a lie. He slid out of you and pulled you back on the bed, he was on top of and back inside of you as soon as your body hit the bed. “Wrap both legs around me as high as you can.” You followed his instructions as he rolled his hips slightly pivoting with one leg while he balanced on the other, and just like two magnets connecting the head of his dick was firmly butting against your g-spot. It was like a waterfall of orgasms he never left the positions and the orgasms just kept flowing, you were literally five seconds from overstimulation, you had tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure, after checking to make sure you were okay he kept going; this time he choked you during your next orgasm and your nails dug into shoulder breaking the skin. His eyes were dilated as though the perfect drug had just hit his system as he peered down at you. “More!” He changed up the depth of the stroke just enough to get your g-spot a break and your were thankful for it. Pulling out he slightly straddle you chest as if to not put his full weight on you and dipped his cock down your throat. Gagging. Choking. Sucking. Slurping. Stroking. “FUCK! You look so good like that, Fuck I’m ready to Cum!” He slid back inside of you, finding that angle to wreck your G-spot with his strokes, “Fuckin bite my nipple and suck it!” He panted out breathlessly, giving into his request your nails raked down the other nipple and pinched it hard just as your teeth bit down on the one currently in your mouth. Fuck bellowed out of his chest as his hand gripped and shook the headboard so hard the entire bed shook. The forms of his orgasm pushed you further into the mattress.

Over the course of the next two days you spent every moment possible with Woo, both in and out of bed. When a major disaster hit Indonesia, he was the first person the networks called to document the relief efforts. You were preparing to head to the next leg of your trip which was Korea. Not wanting to make it a sad affair you both agree to have dinner and spend the night together and go separated ways in the morning. You woke up the next morning to find a note and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the nightstand

Baby Girl, Enjoy the room for the next few days that you’re here everything is already paid for and any new charges will be paid for on my card. Enjoy Room Service.I never expected to find you but now that I have, I know that a large part of me needs you. I’ll see you in Seoul

Yours -Monster Woo.

Part II Coming Soon

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Scales and Scars (Part Three)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

First Quirk: Shadow Manipulation

Uses: Shadow manipulation allows the user to travel almost like teleportation from shadow to shadow by ‘sensing’ the shadows around the user. User is able to control the shadows and form objects. User can change the density of shadows. user also has excellent night vision.

Drawbacks: User experiences flashes of coldness from the presence of shadows, and if holds onto a shadow for too long will begin to develop frost bite.

a/n: That’s one of your quirks explained but there’s more to come! Also...another love interest to be introduced soon!

Word Count: 1302

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: violence against robots

Prologue / Part One / Part Two

Masterlist

Shinso doubted you when you said to stay near the back of the pack of kids crowding the gates. But he stayed by your side.

“Alright. So when they start, I’m going to grab you and shadow travel. It’s a little disorientating the first time, but you’ll get used to it,” You shake your hands out as you scanned the crowd of potential UA students, “Then I’ll use my shadows to restrain several robots, You need to find a weak point, tear some wiring out or find an off switch.”

From an outsider's perspective it would look like Shinso was not paying attention and was bored, body slouched, hands in his pockets and his eyes shuttered, lowered, on the cusp of closing.

But you were standing close enough to see that glint in his lavender eyes, showing that he was absorbing every word you said.

“So shadow manipulation? Powerful Quirk. You sure you want to help me out?”

You snorted, ignoring the guilt rolling in your stomach from not telling the whole truth to someone who was your first friend outside of the Iida family.

“I want to help you. And yes. It’s pretty self explanatory, but I can travel through shadows, solidify them into weapons or restraints and I also have excellent night vision as an extra perk.”

You very purposeful kept your tone light, the wisps of memories and nightmares encroaching your thoughts. Threatening to sink you into a horror better left forgotten.

“START!”

You and Shinso both startled a little at Present Mic’s loud voice. But then a feral grin overtook your face as you jumped on the balls of your feet.

Turning to look up at Shinso, you held out your hand, stepping into his shadow so that you could use your quirk, “Ready?”

Shinso smirked, his lips twitching up and you fought a blush at the tingle you got from it, “Let’s go Shadow Dancer.”

A giggle escaped as you clasped his hand in yours and in a rush of inky blackness, you sensed a large shadow a few miles away.

Dropping into it, you let go of his hand and stepped out of the shadow, scanning the street.

Shinso stumbled after you, a hand scratching the back of his neck as he looked dazedly at you, “That was..”

You jumped away from him, and he could only watch in awe as you called shadows to you, the blackness wrapping around your arms and then extending into two long swords. Your hair flying in the wind behind you, your eyes filled with an entensity he couldn’t get enough of.

You landed on a two pointer, and with a scream, plunged the swords into the metal, causing the robot to short circuit and die.

Wiping some sweat off your forehead, you took another quick glance around and turned your shadows into a lasso and stopped a rampaging three pointer from getting away.

“Shinso! Now!”

Shinso started, realizing you were waiting for him to take down the robot.

Noticing the slight strain you were experiencing from keeping your shadows in some aspect of permanence, he quickly began looking over the robot. Lighting up a little when he saw a tiny metal cover underneath one of the arms on the robot. Prying it off revealed a bunch of wires.

Throwing caution to the wind, he reached in, grabbed a fistful and proceeded to rip them out.

Jumping backwards, Shinso avoided being blown up as the robot fried and a small explosion came from where he ripped the wires out.

The lasso faded, the shadows slinking back to where they were next to buildings and robots.

You ran up to Shinso with a giant grin on your face, “That was awesome! Let’s go!” And without waiting, you stepped into the shadow of the now dead three pointer and whisked you and Shinso away to the next large shadow.

Unbeknownst to you both, your strategic teaming was not unnoticed. Up in the School viewing room, Aizawa and Present Mic sat tense, watching you and a purple haired kid take down robot after robot, splitting the points between you and also helping other test takers from dangerous situations.

“Isn’t your kid applying this year Aizawa?” Vlad King spoke up from where he was jotting notes on various kids he had his eyes on.

Aizawa sunk further into his scarf, his eyes betraying none of the nervousness he felt inside, “Yeah. They’re in battle center H.”

Present Mic jumped up with a victory yell as he watched you collapse a three pointer by changing the density matter of the shadows between it’s joints.

“It seems the pool this year of potential candidates is very diverse. I’m assuming you will be taking Yamada [Y/n], Vlad King?” Nedzu asked, his beady black eyes sparkling with malice and mischief.

Before Vlad King could say anything, Aizawa spoke up, “No. They will be in my classroom. They aren’t using their full potential, stuck in the past. I will make them use their quirks...all of them.”

Nedzu hummed, as Present Mic looked worriedly at his husband, “Are you sure there won’t be a conflict of interest or any show of favoritism having your kid in your classroom Aizawa-Kun?”

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the Rat/Bear/Mouse principle before answering with a sigh, his voice tired and gravelly, “No. I treat every student the same. And if they don’t show potential, I will expel them.” His dark eyes went back to the screen that zoomed in to show your determined face as you took down another Robot, “Even my own if it comes to that.”

Down in the battle center, you and Shinso were helping another candidate take down a one pointer that had backed them into a tight corner when Present Mic’s voice rang out again, “Five Minutes Remaining!”

Wiping dust, metal and sweat off your face, you looked over at Shinso, “How many points do you have?”

Shinso paused from checking the other kids ankle, making sure it wasn't broken. He squinted at you, pulling his bottom lip in with his teeth as he thought, “I think about 45 points.”

You nodded tiredly, “And I have 41 last time I counted. We should be good, but let’s see if we can’t get a few more.” Your grin was bright with determination.

Shinso couldn’t help but feel energized under it’s brilliance.

Standing back up, after the kid thanked them profusely, they walked down the street, taking their time but on the lookout for any stray robots.

And then the ground shook.

Stumbling, you clung to Shinso’s arm as you looked around, “What’s happening!?”

Shinso’s eyes widened and he simply raised a hand to point to a few streets over.

You gaped, your breath leaving you as you stare at the zero pointer. It was huge, towering over the skyscrapers that littered the training ground.

“That’s the Zero Pointer!? Is UA trying to kill us!?” You screamed, watching the other kids run away from the massive robot as it began moving, buildings collapsing as it went right through them.

Your legs were weak, barely holding you up as Shinso wrapped an arm around your waist to steady your hold on him.

“Let’s go. You said it yourself, we should have enough to pass. Thanks for that...by the way.”

You managed to smirk at the purplenette, “Us villainous heroes have to stick together, right?”

That got a whisper of a laugh from Shinso as he began walking with you towards the entrance.

As you walked in the shadows of a partially collapsed building, you felt a call for help through them.

“Someone needs help!” And without taking Shinso, without another word, you traveled through the darkness...right towards the zero pointer and the carnage it was wrecking.

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Macaroons and Babybones

Summary:

When monsters were freed from the underground there was a large backlash of magic that had been stored up for thousands of years, turning mages to monsters. These Changelings now live side by side with monster yet they are different.

Notes:

This idea has been bugging me ever since I saw Papyrus Enthusiast's comic on tumblr. Let me know what you think, I'm not really sure on the plot so any idea's would be great! Thanks for reading!!

Chapter one: Meeting

Annoyance that is the only thing that fills my soul at this point in time. That feeling that makes you regret climbing out of your cozy bed all because you woke up on a saturday with a craving for some Macarons. Oh but these aren't just any Macarons, these are made by that little spider monster that was freed with all the other undergrounders from Mount Ebott. And Damn if Echo flower Macarons and a cup of black tea wasn’t my souls weakness. Plus Muffet was one of the cutest damn things to walk this side of the city. It also helped that she had a one of us changelings working for her. ‘Changeling, I think snorting at the ridiculous name, what a way for humans to call us mages that suffered from the release of all that pent up magic when the undergrounders were set free. All mages were turned into monsters or gained some kind of monster aspect. Hell even that kid Frisk was changed. The kid now sports horns and looks more like their adopted mother and father. Yet out of all the Mages I knew none of their changes were as extreme as mine.’

Shaking those thoughts free I force my way through crowds of people, ignoring their loud voices, both human, and monster alike, as they swarm around me going on their merry way. The dark gray hood of my Sherpa Cloak covers my head keeping my face concealed. Scanning the room I find the giant plastic map, hurrying over to it I find the golden star that says ‘you are here’. A happy smile pulls at the corners of my mouth, looking over the list of shops I find Muffet’s.

“Aha!” I smile as my eyes find that the shop is not to far from where I stand, making a plan of action I turn only for a small body to run into my legs. A crimson red stocking hat tilts back away from my legs to reveal a small skeleton face. Their little Skull is round and chubby with holes where a humans cheeks would be, straight white teeth and large ovale sockets look up at me. A lime green and emerald striped shirt covers the baby bones small, so very small shoulders. I feel my eyes glow and widen, illuminating my face to the small child before the glow vanishes. The babybones looks away from my face over their shoulder, their fear covers their body in a way I am all too familiar with. The sound of hustling footsteps and cursing reach me through the sounds of the crowd.

The little one lets go of my pants, their body shifts in a way, signaling that they are going to run off. In an instant my black leather gloved covered hands land on their shoulders causing them to look up in confusion as two large humans come to a stop in front of me. The shadow formed by the hood of my cloak keeps my face hidden as my eyes run over the humans, disgusting creatures. They look like the stereotypical thugs in their torn jeans and dark shirts that cling to their bodies, old and beaten boats cover their feet. Both of them stand at around 5’10” to 6’ around my height of 5’8”. The one with the ugliest mug that Only a mother could love with a bald head and beady eyes glares at me then looks down to the babybones with a look that has my Soul rolling in an uncomfortable way.

‘Fucker one.’ I think glancing away from him to look at his friend. He looks close to the same only difference is if he didn't have a face so full of hate you could call him “attractive” by human standards with blonde hair and green eyes.

‘Dipshit’

“Hand over the brat!” Fucker one says in a voice that irritates my senses. Moving slightly forward I put the little one behind me as I keep one hand on their shoulder while the other rests at my hip ready to defend myself and the kid if need be.

“Yeah, Not Going to Happen.” I say as the little one grabs my pant leg, their sockets black as night look up at my shadowed face before looking back at the two thugs. A protectiveness that I haven't felt in so very, very long fills my entire being awakening parts of myself that I didn’t know fell asleep.

“You got some Major balls picking on a kid, let alone a monster one!” I chuckle out only for the ugly ones face to turn an interesting shade of red as he takes a step forward trying to be threatening.

“Listen girly, I can tell your not from around here-” Fucker one starts making my body tense up, ready for a fight.

“No shit, Sherlock.” I growl back unable to keep my teeth shut, only for Fucker one to grow redder. Dipshit reaches out and stops Fucker from taking another step forward, a smart move on his part.

“And in this city little freaks” Dipshit cuts in nodding his head in the kids direction, anger fills my chest as I feel their little body flench under my hand. Moving my hip and body just right I shield them from these disgusting creatures eyes. The humans look up from my waist to my shadowed face ignoring the signs of danger.

“Need to learn to stay out of our neighborhood and go back to that hole they crawled out of!” Fucker finishes for dipshit. Their rank breath fans across my face filling my sensitive nasal cavity as they take another step closer to me.

“Now I’ll just take-” Fucker starts to say reaching out to the babybones only for my free hand to lock around their wrist in a crushing grip that has him gasping in pain.

“Now see here is what I don’t understand.” I growl causing both humans to look up at my shadowed face.

“You obviously don’t know who you are fucking with.” I start holding fast as the man tries to pull his arm free of my hold.

“Because if you did you would have Fucked off the moment you had my attention. But I guess stupidity is to be expected from a couple of shitheads like yourselves.” Tugging on the man's arm fast and hard he crashes into my rib cage knocking my hood off of my skull exposing my scared face to the world. The two men flench back once they get a look at my face. My teeth are mostly flat except for my canines which are sharp enough to rind flesh from bone. My sockets are perfectly round almost cartoonish with wide white lights that float like lanterns in their black depths. My skull is a nice round shape with a large scar that runs from the left corner of my mouth to my jaw. I have four scars that run from the back of my skull down to the top of my right eye socket, with another one that runs across my nasal bone. All in all I looked like I’d seen some major shit, and survived.

“After all attacking a monster in such a crowded place, with all these people. You are REALLY special aren't cha.”

“Your a monster!!” The other human yells as I let go of his friend and push him away with one hand. Stumbling over his own feet, his ass falls with a heavy thud against the cold, hard, tile floor of the mall drawing the eyes and cell phone cameras of all the people around us.

“Oh sweetheart,” I say in a sickening sweet voice that has me cringing.

“You have no idea.” I laugh out only for fucker one to stand up and take a swing at me. Reacting faster than I have in years I give the kid a gentle push back before spinning around and smaking his right hand away with my open palm on my left. Spinning in a small half circle I get my right foot in behind his, with a sharp tug I knock his feet out from under him sending him onto the floor. Looking up my eye lights meet Dipshits own angry ones. With a yell he rushes me with his fist pulled back. Reaching out I grab his arm and pull, twisting my hips and sticking my thigh into his center of gravity, lifting my leg and pulling the man forward his chest twists over my back before his back lands on the floor next to his friend. Both with the air knocked out of their lungs.

“Next time you pick on a child, you better plan on someone betting your ass.” I growl as my eyes glow a deep violet. Standing up I walk over to the small child as security and other shoppers all surround the two thugs and yell at them for attacking a child. The child’s sockets are full of wide white lights that glow in their excitement.

“That was so cool!” They whisper in awe, a soft chuckle pushes out of my chest while my cheek bones light up in a soft glow of violet. Crouching down to their height in front of them a genuine smile pulls at my teeth.

“You think so huh?” I chuckle, reaching out I ruffle their crimson stocking cap. My eye lights brighten as they reach up and knock my hand away straightening their hat, a cute pouting face makes my non existent heart melt.

“Well, what do you say about finding your family?” I ask tilting my skull to the left keeping my smile in place only for their pout to fall as a sad look over takes their face.

“I’m with my nanny right now.” They whisper out looking away.

“And she didn’t notice you take off or the thugs chasing you?” I ask feeling something dark start to crawl through my chest. Shaking their head no they wipe at their eye sockets.

“Those guys had someone distract my nanny.” They whisper looking away from me, feeling my sockets narrow I reach out and pick them up by their waist. Placing them on my shoulder, I keep on hand around their Tibia and fibula to make sure they don’t fall. Looking up at their face I watch as a cute green blush covers their little cheek bones.

“Well sugar what do you say about finding your Nanny then we get some sweets huh?” I ask watching them decide before nodding in agreement. Pushing through the crowd that gathered I start to head in the direction the kid came running from. Feeling them shift their weight on my shoulder I look up at them to see that their smile pulled down in confusion.

“I noticed you ran from this direction so i figured that your Nanny was “lost” in this direction.” I answer their unspoken question.

“I’m gonna guess that they are human.” I state only for them to nod again.

“Can you tell me what they are wearing? It will make it easier for me to find them.” I state scanning the crowd looking anyone who looks like they misplaced a child.

“She is wearing a white button up shirt and a knee length yellow skirt.” The kid mumbles out.

“You don’t like them much do you?” I ask looking for this human while keeping a close eye on the little one.

“It’s not that I don’t like her, I just hate how she looks at my PaPa.” They mutter crossing their arms.

“That's normal sugar. No kid wants to share their parent.” I say looking up at them with a warm smile and a chuckle.

“Go ahead and ask sugar. I know you have a lot of questions.”

“What's your name?” They ask first, their Papa must have taught them some manners.

“Calibri, what’s yours?”

“Charakterny.” They say with pride.

“That's a cute name. Espilly for such a cute babybones.” I chuckle

“I’m not a babybone!” They growl out crossing their arms in a pout, a full belly laugh bubbles out for my mouth as I reach up with a free hand to wipe away a tear.

“Sure you are sugar. At least to me, I’m around 35 years old by now.” I feel them shift on my shoulder as they look down at me.

“You don’t look that old. I bet my PaPa, uncle Sans, or the others are older than you.” They say causing me to smile.

“Doubt that. Is that your nanny over there?” I ask pointing to a young female human who is talking to a security guard frantically.

“Yeah that's her.” Charakterny says holding tightly to my cloaks shoulder.

“Well let's go calm her down before she has a heart attack or scares your PaPa.” I say in an easy voice walking closer catching the tail end of the conversation.

“Ma’am, I will try to help you find this monster kid but you have to understand-” The man says trying to calm the woman down, his hands rest on her arms only for her to smack them away.

“I’ll lose my job if we don’t find her!” The lady shreeks causing Charakterny to flench on my shoulder. Looking up at the kid I look back over to the two.

“Well let's get this over with.” walking over to the two I clear my non existent throat causing the two humans to look over my way.

“CHARA!” The woman shouts running over to us she reaches up to take the child off my shoulder only for my hand to wrap around her wrist. Her honey brown eyes look over to my dark sockets. I watch as her face darkens from joyful to something that reminds me of times I’d like to forget.

“And who is this? Why are you keeping me from taking my charge.” She huffs in anger.

“Didn’t look like you where watching your charge very well to me, Friend .” I growl out feeling Charakterny shift on my shoulder.

“Sounds like you were more worried about your job then the kid to me. Plus I promised to buy them some sweets at Muffets.” I shrug bouncing the kid around on my shoulder causing them to giggle.

“Well you can’t! We don’t even know you. Besides Chara is my-” They start only for me to cut her off by looking up at the kid.

“We know each other don’t we Charakterny?” They node their little skull up and down with a wide smile, looking back at the woman I see her eye twitch in irritation only for her to try to jerk her arm out of my hold.

“Let go of me and Put her down now!” She all but screams, releasing her wrist like it burn me I look up at Chara.

“Do you want down, Charakterny? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t mind.” I watch closely to every little twitch of their body, the fading of their eyelights gives me my answer. Sighing heavily I reach up and grab them around the waist before sitting them on their feet on the tile floor. Huffing the Nanny steps forward and grabs the kids hand roughly.

“Lets go Chara.” They say pulling them away from me.

“But I wanted to get some sweets with Calibri.” Charakterny says pulling on the Nannies hand with a cute pout on their face. Seeing the exasperated look on the Nannies face I decide to be the bigger person and take pity on her. Walking forward I squatted down in front of Charakterny, tapping them on the shoulder I wait as they turn their skull to face me.

“Listen Charakterny, you need to Listen to your Nanny. She’s had a very rough day with you disappearing and a strange monster that looks like they just came from a bar fight showing back up with you in tow.” I say watching as their smile falls.

“Tell you what how about I give you my number and next time you, your Nanny and I can get some sweets and drinks. Does that sound good to you?” I ask watching as they nod their skull.

“Can we get sweets with my PaPa?” They ask with such a cute face I can’t help the light blush of color to my cheek bones or the loud laugh that bursts past my teeth. Reaching out I rest my hand on top of their hat.

“Of course sweetheart.” My eyelights soften pulling my hand back I Pull out a piece of paper and a pin out of thin air and write my name and number on it. Handing it over I don’t miss how they cradle it in their little hand before tucking it away in their own pocket. Standing up my eyelights meet the grateful eyes of the Nanny.

“Thank you Miss Calibri.” She says with a tilt of her head. Reaching up and rubbing the back of my skull I smile fighting the blush on my cheek bones.

“N-no problem Miss-”

“Ava” The nanny cutes in with a soft smile and a light pink blush on her cheeks.

“Miss Ava, Have a nice day.” I say with a nod to her and a wave goodbye to the babybones. I watch their backs as they disappear into the crowd, lingering their after they are well and gone. I snap out of my daze my phone chirps at me, grabbing it and looking down I see a question mark from Sparrow.

“Right, gotta go to Muffets. Get my tea and sweets, and maybe I can get a flight.” I chuckled to myself as I turn and head back the way I came.

#sans/reader #papyrus/reader #SkeleChara #oc

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Drabble: Not a Monkey's Uncle (baon)

Summary: Red is not a babysitter. That is definitely for the best.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Brotherly Affection (sort of), Hints of kustard

Notes: @frankpanioncube suggested that Red might be an...uh...interesting babysitter. My brain went this way with it. ^_^

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Read it on AO3

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~~*~~

Red didn’t get what the big deal was about the sun, anyway. Some mornings the fucking thing was like getting stabbed in the socket with a lit cigarette, days with a hangover lingering in his skull like an unwanted guest.

Not that he was usually walking anywhere, not on this kind of morning, but he hadn’t been over lately to check the status of the leftovers in his bro’s fridge. His head ached but hunger was gnawing at his magic. These days, Red didn’t stay hungry if he could help it and if helping it involved a jaunt over to the bro’s, welp, that was what he’d do. Odds were about fifty-fifty that Edge was still pissy at him, but eh, pressing his luck had gotten Red this far in life and chili dogs were in season. May as well take the chance and if Edge still had a bug up his ass then at least Red could die full. He stepped out from the shortcut onto the sidewalk in front of their house, sunglasses firmly in place, and hung out a minute to finish his cigar. Pressing his luck was one thing but smoking in the house was bordering on suicidal. Red wasn’t in that much of a mood, thanks. “Hello Mister Sans Red Sir!” Red froze, cigar clenched in his teeth. What the fuck…? He tipped down his sunglasses to get a better look. Scattered over the front yard between all those weed piles his brother grew were a bunch of filthy Monster kids. All looking at him with bright, cheery interest or maybe like they were about to rip out his soul and feast on it, could go either way. His bro really needed to rethink his lawn ornaments; these ones were a little too eager. Red didn’t know a lot about rug monkeys. His experience began and ended with Edge, and he wouldn’t call his bro’s childhood or even his bro a great representation of normalcy. “hey,” he said, cautiously. Not that he wanted a chat with the booger-flinging crowd, but it paid well to make good with the neighbors. A chorus of 'hi's, 'hello's, and hand waves came at him like an attack, loud enough for his lingering hangover to perk up in the back of his skull to do the cha-cha-cha. Yeah, okay, that was enough of that. Red crushed out his cigar beneath one sneaker and made to walk past them. Shame it turned out that talking to ‘em was an invite he damn well hadn’t meant to send. The whole pack of ‘em tromped over in his direction and before he could so much as say fuck off, he was surrounded. Well, fuck him sideways and upside down, this was a conundrum, wasn’t it. He’d been top of the food chain in Underfell and here he was in the soft world getting trapped like a lame zebra by a group of junior lions. Sans was gonna laugh his ass off when he found out—and he would. The only question was how long he’d ride the insult train on it before Red shut his choo-chooing up. Not that Red couldn’t just shortcut his way out but eh, now it was too late. Now they’d caught his interest, which just went to show that kids made poor life choices. “what’s up, kiddos,” Red asked, easily. Most of ‘em were about his height or taller, but Red hadn’t worn that expression of eager innocence since about the first time he’d put feet on the ground. “where’s stretch and the boss?” “Mister Papyrus Stretch Sir isn’t here today,” the spokes-kid said mournfully. Red filed that useful tidbit away. “We’re helping with the garden and Mister Edge Sir went to get us lunch. But he’s taking a long time!” A murmur of agreement went through the peanut gallery and for fuck’s sake, Red hadn’t seen begging eyes like that since the last time Sansy had let him use the cuffs. He cut that thought off quick; even thinking about that night around a bunch kids was probably at least a misdemeanor. Red sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “hungry, huh? that a fact?” Red considered the contents of his inventory and grinned, a smile that usually sent a cold chill down a stiffest spine, but the ankle biters only nodded like a troop of fucking bobble heads. “then lemme see what uncle red can do for ya.”

~~*~~

It was about fifteen minutes later as the crow flies when Edge finally made his grand entrance. The tray he was carrying had a pretty damn impressive spread. No surprise there, his bro had a thing about his nosh. But the princess was a little too late for the ball this time, and instead of a fanfare, he got groans and sickly whimpers. He stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down at the massacre across his lawn, stunned to silence. Even Red would admit it was impressive; a collection of brats collapsed on the grass in various states of whimpering. Couple of ‘em even looked a little green and Red idly wondered how his bro was gonna handle that. Better to puke on the grass or risk contaminating the floor on the way to the john, now that was a real decision. Probably would have been better to ditch before Edge came out, but if Red’d done that, he wouldn’t get to see his brother’s fine temper, now would he? Plus, he hadn’t made it to the fridge yet, eyes on the prize and all that shit. Still took some stones not to flinch when his brother swung that temper his way. S’ok, Red had a stone or two to spare and seeing Edge’s eye lights burning like the fires of hell was like a walk down memory lane. “What did you do?” Edge demanded, no, snarled at him. Okay, yeah, maybe time to cool it a notch. Red only shrugged. “they said they was starving. never liked to see a hungry kid so i helped ‘em out.” Scattered between the kids were a litter of empty frosting containers, mostly chocolate but there was a coupla buttercream and one coconut thrown into the mix. One of the little crotch fruit still had a chocolate-smeared hand stuck in one of ‘em, but most were licked clean. That had been impressive on its own; lil’ fuckers were like locusts, devouring all in their path. Edge set the tray down and scrubbed at his face with one hand, the redness of his eye lights leaking through his fingers. He wasn’t exactly calmer when he looked back at Red, but murder was at least off the table. For now, anyway. “You—” Well, hey, there was one to mark off his bucket list. Never in his life had Edge been unable to find words for him; usually he kept a nice collection of ‘fucks’ polished up just for him. Edge seemed to be holding those in reserve because all he managed to say between gritted teeth was, “Why did you even have that much frosting?” “i’d tell ya, boss, but you’d probably regret knowing.” As it was, he was gonna have to make a grocery run or Sans would be hopping right back into the line of people hacked off at him. Probably Sans should get frequent flyer miles by now and Edge never left, just tore off another number and waited his turn. “All right,” Edge said heavily. “All right.” He raised his voice to include the brats, “Let’s get cleaned up and each of you can try to get a sandwich in you before you go home.” A chorus of groans went through his fallen troops, and then a collective, “Yes, Boss.” Wellie, well, well, from the returning blaze of his eye lights, it looked like his bro was gonna dig out his special collection of fucks after all, the kind ya brought out for company. Hope the kids didn’t take any of ‘em home for the folks. Probably time for him to make like a tree and run like hell, but Red snagged a coupla sandwiches from the tray before stepping into a shortcut. That couldn’t have done much in the way of getting Edge over being pissed at him, but eh, he was more fun when he was riled up, anyway. He could be soft for the honey bun, if he wanted. For Red, his little brother better stay on his toes or they might get stepped on. And Red wasn’t afraid to break a bone or two if that’s what it took. What else were brothers for?

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 5 years

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Take a chance, make a change - Part 3 (complete)

Look, I finished it! Only 4 months late! Also, my ignoring the whole Katie business isn’t intentional but it’s happened now so let’s go with it. As this is an AU and I wasn’t killing Val, I’m afraid Ross had to be sacrificed instead. “What the hell are you doing here?” He comes to, to the sound of Chas’s voice, wincing as he lifts his head. He must’ve fallen asleep resting on Aaron’s bed. He looks at him, still sleeping. “Oi, I’m talking to you.”

“It sounded more like shouting to me.” He stands up because he knows she’s not going to let him stay. He was lucky he’d managed to stay all night, a sympathetic nurse just smiling when she came in to check on Aaron. She was nice, she’d told him he was showing good signs, they were pretty confident now he’d be alright. “I’m going, alright.”

“Back to Chrissie?” He doesn’t look but he can tell she’s sneering.

“No.” Now he looks at her. “I told her everything. I’m stopping at Vic’s until I get sorted…if he wants to see me.”

“He won’t.”

“If he does, that’s where I’ll be.” He doesn’t give her chance to answer, takes one more look at Aaron and leaves.

*****

It’s excruciating keeping away but he knows it’s pointless trying to visit when any number of Dingles will be on hand to keep him away. All he can do is hang on Vic’s every word when she comes back from the pub with news.

“Well?” He’s out of the chair the second she comes in from her shift. Nothing to do all day except wonder about the future and that only took up so much time and her shift seemed endless.

“Can I at least get my coat off before you start?”

“Vic!” He’d told her everything when he got back from the hospital, listened to her shocked questions, answered what he could until he was worn out from talking. Vic was always the best of them, took everything in her stride. “Please.”

“Chas didn’t tell me, probably knew I’d tell you, but I heard Zak and Cain talking. Sounds like Aaron’s awake.”

“Is he…I mean…” He perches on the arm of the sofa, can’t stand up any longer, the relief turning into something like fear.

“I don’t know anything else, but Chas is working, so he must be ok, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, course, I’m just being daft.” He sighs. “Did you see Andy today?” He hasn’t seen him, but Vic had told him everything, her suggestion, knowing it would only end in disaster if the two of them talked.

“I called in to Debbie’s. It’s all a mess, she’s up at Moira’s, Pete’s nowhere to be seen. Poor Finn is stuck between his Mum and Dad arguing about arrangements for Ross. I reckon he’ll be there a few more days with the kids, at least until Debbie’s well enough to go home on her own.”

“I know he won’t want me here. I’ll find somewhere soon, Vic.”

“I told ya, you can stay here as long as you like. It’s my house.” She smiles but he knows she’s stuck in the middle, Adam barely tolerates him, and if Andy comes back he’ll be completely out of place.

“Are you going to the hospital then?” She asks when he doesn’t move.

“I don’t know what to say to him.”

“Well start by telling him you’ve left Chrissie. That’s what he wanted, right? From what you said…”

“Yeah, but…what if he’s changed his mind? What if I’ve thrown everything away for nothing?”

“If you’re just going to sit there and wallow then I’m going to get on making my tea. Go to the hospital and see Aaron. We both know you’re going to and if I were you I’d go before the rest of his lot turn up.”

“Thanks Vic.” He gets up, presses a kiss to her cheek and grabs his jacket, unable to resist one look in the hall mirror to check his appearance, Vic’s soft laugh echoing in his ears as he shuts the door behind him.

The drive to the hospital feels long even with virtually no traffic getting in his way. He doesn’t know what he’s going to find. Aaron’s awake, but does he remember anything? He’d not answered any of his texts that morning. Was that his way of telling him it was over, that he’d strung him along too long.

If he turned him away now he had no idea what he’d do. He wasn’t regretting telling Chrissie, not really, but the thought of having no one left him cold. He didn’t have many people in his life anyway, only Vic really and he hated the feeling of being alone.

He peeks through the window to Aaron’s room again when he gets there, just in case he had visitors. He was in no way ready to face Cain Dingle at any point but the room is empty, Aaron laying in the bed, the white sheets making him pale. He’s awake though, staring out of the window, plastered arm resting on a pillow, bandage covering one side of his forehead. He doesn’t look anywhere near as bad as he’d been imagining the past few days though and he plucks up the courage to open the door.

He lets out a breath when Aaron smiles. It’s gone in an instant though, replaced by suspicion and Robert can’t blame him for that.

“Hi. How are you?” Aaron shrugs, never one for wanting to talk about himself. “I half expected you to have a queue of visitors.”

“Sent ‘em home. Mum was doing my head in. Didn’t think you’d come. Where does she think you are this time?”

“No idea. Your Mum didn’t tell you then?” He drops the car magazine that he’d picked up from the meagre selection in the hospital shop, suddenly realising he didn’t want to turn up empty handed. Now he feels foolish because that’s what a mate would bring or family. He should’ve come up with something better.

“Tell me what? Sit down then, you’re making the place look untidy.”

“I, er…after the crash, I…told Chrissie everything.” Any other time he’d laugh at the way Aaron’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“I couldn’t keep it hidden anymore.”

“But, just telling her…what did she say?”

“Not much. Threw me out. I’m stopping at Vic’s. I told your Mum that’s where I was…”

“Are you surprised? I think she almost choked when she told me you got me out. I…”

“It’s alright, you’d do the same if it were me. Wouldn’t you?” He winks and Aaron laughs, the atmosphere lifting straight away. “I didn’t tell Chrissie it was you by the way. Figured I could save you that.”

“She’ll find out.”

“Yeah, but there’s no need to bring it down on us until we have to.”

“Us?”

“Well yeah. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Me to leave her.”

“Yeah but…you’re just in shock or something after the accident.” Has he really made Aaron feel that unwanted, that he can’t believe he’d choose him.

“No, that’s not what it is…ok maybe it did make things clearer, when I saw you lying there in the hall but this isn’t a whim or whatever. I want to be with you.”

“And everyone knowing?”

“I’m surprised they don’t already.” He shrugs, probably not convincingly but thankfully Aaron doesn’t say anything. “I’ll deal with it. Assuming that it’s still what you want? Me and you?”

*****

In the end he moves back into the pub, Diane overruling Chas’s loud objections. It’s too crowded at Vic’s anyway and when Andy gets back the tension is unbearable, the jibes too much and unfair on Vic so he leaves. The pub isn’t much better, Chas glaring at him at every opportunity leave him spending more time in his room than anywhere else.

He’s taking advantage of her shopping trip to spend some time in the backroom alone, trying to figure out what he’s going to do with himself now. He’s heard nothing but he’s sure he won’t be going back to work for White’s.

“So this is where you’re hiding?” He turns to find Chrissie in the doorway, sneering at him in that way of hers.

“I’m not hiding. It’s my stepmum’s pub, it’s not exactly a shock that I’d be here.”

“I thought you’d be shacked up with your girlfriend by now.”

“Well you thought wrong. What do you want because I’m not in the mood for a shouting match.”

“I want to know who she is.”

“Why does it matter?” He finds himself hoping Chas or someone would come through to the back, anything to stop this. “It won’t change anything.”

“It will for me. I want to know. I think I deserve that, don’t you?”

“None of this is their fault. I’m the one you’re mad at.”

“I’ll decide who I’m mad at thank you! We were happy until they came along and stole you away!”

“Were we? Really? Living with your Dad, him making me feel like an inconvenience. Not everything was rosy Chrissie, surely you can see that.” She’s staring at him open mouthed. “It’s not the first time.”

“What?”

“There’ve been others. I didn’t want to tell you because there’s no point.”

“I…you married me. You stood there and made vows, when all the time you’ve been…you really are a bastard aren’t you?”

“It’s…I did love you, I never lied about that.”

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me, is it?”

“No. No I suppose not.” He sighs, getting to his feet, wanting her to leave because there’s no good way any conversation ends. “All I can say is sorry.”

“I still want to know who she is.”

“No. I told you, it won’t do any good.” He doesn’t know why he’s stalling, as soon as Aaron comes home, then everyone will know. “What difference does it make who it was?”

“I’ll find out and then I’ll make your life a living hell.” He doesn’t bother answering it won’t do any good. “Here, have this back. I’m sure she’ll like it.” He doesn’t even see her take off her rings, just them flying past him as she throws them across the room, just as the door opens and Chas stands there, mouth open.

“Am I interrupting?”

“I was just going. I hope you realise what kind a man you’ve got living under your roof.”

“Not my choice love, but if you don’t mind I’m gasping for a cuppa.” He stands there stunned as Chas doesn’t join the sniping as he thought she would.

“You haven’t heard the end of this!” Chrissie yells at him as she goes. Then it’s just him and Chas.

“Thanks.”

“I didn’t do it for you. I’d rather my home wasn’t the setting for your domestics, that’s all.” She’s banging round the kitchen, making tea. One cup. Not that he expected anything different. “Are you staying long?”

“I don’t know. Look, I know you don’t want me here but Diane said it was alright and Aaron…”

“What about Aaron?” The mug lands on the counter, tea spilling over the sides.

“Well…did he not tell you?”

“Clearly not. So you enlighten me.”

“We’re together.” They’d talked for hours that day in the hospital, both of them smiling stupidly at each other like a pair of teenagers. They wanted to keep it quiet, just for a while, because of Chrissie, because the village was grieving, because being just the two of them for a while sounded nice. He’d assumed that Aaron would tell Chas though, and now he’d put his foot in it.

“You work fast I’ll grant you that.”

“It’s what we want. Both of us. I know you don’t like me, but Aaron does. All I want is to be with him.”

“See I don’t…I don’t know what your game is. What about the money, the fancy house?”

“I don’t care about ay of that. I could’ve carried on the affair, had it all but I didn’t.”

“The Robert Sugden I know would’ve.”

“Maybe you don’t know me at all. Ever think that?”

“Not a chance. You’ll always be the same money grabbing chance who cheats on everyone. Aaron will see that soon enough.”

“If that’s what you want to believe…but until he tells me to I’m not going anywhere.” He picks up his jacket. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pick him up.”

“He’s coming home?”

“Rang while you were out. Asked me to go.” He can’t help the little flicker of triumph in his voice at the look on her face.

*****

“Your Mum hates me.” He says when Aaron’s settled in the car. Hadn’t that been fun, going up to Home Farm to get the car and his things the day after he’d left. Thankfully Lawrence was away but Lachlan had been there just staring at him in that way of his.

“That’s not news.”

“I thought leaving my wife for her son might’ve thawed the cold shoulder a little.”

“No chance mate.” He shifts uncomfortably as Robert takes a corner too sharp. “How bad has she been?”

“Nothing I can’t handle. She’s not too keen on me being at the pub mind.”

“So I shouldn’t suggest you move into my room then?”

“I don’t know, you’re injured. She might take pity on you!”

*****

“Are you sure about this?” Aaron’s only in a towel and pulling the homemade waterproofing round his cast when he walks into the bedroom, back from collecting his black tie from Vic’s. He still needed to get round to bringing all his stuff over. “Going together I mean?”

“Don’t you want to?” It had been Aaron’s suggestion, late one night when the initial fuss had of him and Chrissie splitting up had all died down. He was getting used to being talked about in the pub, the dirty looks from the Dingles and Brenda not so subtly probing for gossip every time he wanted an Americano. So far no one but family knew about him and Aaron, neither of them particularly wanting the surefire confrontation with Chrissie until they had to.

“Of course I do, it’s just…it’s Ross’s funeral. I don’t want to cause a scene.”

“I still don’t understand why we’re going in the first place. Neither of us could stand him!”

“Because it’s what you do isn’t it? Besides, Pete asked, and he’s alright. Him and Finn can’t be blamed for having a git for a brother.” He sighs, rummaging through the few clothes he has here, the sight of Aaron lazing on the bed in a towel too distracting.

“So, you go and I’ll stay here. Pete didn’t ask me.” He hated funerals, everyone standing around not knowing what to say, people who hated the person suddenly coming out with platitudes they didn’t mean.

“So I can face all the gossip alone? No thanks.” While they hadn’t exactly made anything public, there were enough rumours flying round about why his marriage had ended and why he was living in the pub when it was well known Chas couldn’t stand him.

“You’re the one who was questioning it, not me. I didn’t go over to Vic’s for a tie for nothing you know. I could’ve joined you in the shower if you only said this half an hour ago.”

“Oi, still recuperating here you know.” He comes over to him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m serious though, it feels like rubbing her nose in it. Chrissie I mean.”

“Probably. Got to happen at some point because unfortunately none of them look like they’re going anywhere, and we’re certainly not so she’ll have to deal with it some day. Besides, I doubt she’ll be there.”

“You’re insufferable do you know that.”

“Yeah and you love it. Now if we’re going to this thing, get dressed before your mother comes up here and blames me for making you late. She’s already blamed me for the lack of milk and the bread being stale.”

“She’ll come round.”

“I’m not holding my breath. So, we’re doing this?” He couldn’t help notice the way his hand shook slightly as he fumbled with his tie, hoping Aaron didn’t see. He knew, deep down that Aaron wanted everyone to know, wanted to put the story straight, whereas he wanted nothing more than to hide away and ignore the gossips.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never been bothered about being a source of gossip as far as I know.” Aaron sits down on the bed with a sigh. “Do you…is it me? Do you not want to go with me?”

“No. It’s…I’ve never done this Aaron, everyone here thinks they know me. They’re used to me with a girl on my arm. Oh this isn’t coming out right. It’s not you, it’s…did you, the first time you were in the pub with Jackson, was it…did you feel different?”

“Yeah. To be fair though the time before that I’d punched him in the face. Not planning on doing that are ya?” He leans in and kisses him, all sort and sweet and he relishes it, still new enough to be a novelty. “Yeah, everyone’s going to be looking and talking about us, but that’s not going to go away until we go out there and let them.”

“I know you’re right, it’s just…” He wants to tell him, tell him about his Dad, how he made him feel, but now isn’t the time. One day though, one day he’ll tell him because he trusts him completely and he’s never felt that before about anyone. “Never mind, let’s go.”

“Robert…I can go on my own, if you really want me to.”

“No. Like you say, we can’t hide away up here forever.” It’s an appealing thought though, just him and Aaron, no one to bother them. Maybe when his arm was healed they could go away somewhere, anywhere but this village where everyone was watching.

“You can tell me, whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

“I know. Not today though, eh?”

It’s cold out, the end of summer hitting full force as they join the procession of people towards the church. The village always did like a good funeral, turning out in their droves all dressed in black. He and Aaron walk side by side, Chas just ahead with Diane. He’s gotten practised at ignoring her glares and Diane’s disappointed looks. Like water off a ducks back he’d have anyone believe, but deep down that disappointment cut through him as if it were his Dad himself passing opinion.

No one really notices, at least he thinks they don’t and it’s not like he and Aaron are acting any differently, but he can’t help but look around every few minutes in the church, feeling on edge like he hasn’t for ages. Aaron keeps looking over at him, and he knows he’s worried. In the end he squeezes his hand to let him know he’s alright.

After the service they follow to the grave, neither really bothered but they go all the same. The words are about Ross but you wouldn’t recognise him from them. He wonders idly what people would say about him, nothing good most likely.

“Come with me.” He whispers when everyone’s heading for the pub, Aaron following along silently as if he knows it’s important. He leads him over to his Mum’s grave, tidy as always thanks to Vic. He should visit more often, can’t remember the last time he did, probably that day when they were all here and Lawrence ruined it.

“Hi Mum. Sorry it’s been so long.” He doesn’t look over at Aaron, doesn’t want to see the look in his eyes if he thinks he’s daft. “Everyone’s going to find out soon, about me and Aaron, and it’s stupid, but…I wanted to tell you before because I know what people are going to say, but you wouldn’t. You’d be on my side and I know you’d love him. The two of you would most likely end up ganging up on me.” He falls silent doesn’t know what else to say.

“Are you alright?” He nods, sniffs a little but stands up next to Aaron.

“My Dad…he caught me one day on the farm, with this lad.” He feels Aaron’s hand in his, holding on tight. “Ever since then I’ve hidden it, pretended, lied, anything but accept the truth. I don’t want to do that anymore.”

“You don’t have to. I know it bothers you, what people will say, but they don’t matter. Not my Mum, not Diane or Andy.”

“Yeah.”

“We don’t have to go back to the pub you know. We can get in the car and get away from here if you like.”

It’s tempting, to drive and never stop, but he’s done running away. This is his home, he shouldn’t have to hide. He’s not the first person to have an affair, and he doubts he’ll be the last.

“No. We have to face it sometime. Might as well be when everyone is there. More efficient, wouldn’t you say?” Aaron laughs, shaking his head at him, and everything instantly feels better.

“Idiot. Come on then.”

The walk back is slow, they both might agree to get it over with but it seemed neither of them wanted to hurry. Vic’s on the step waiting for them when they reach the pub and his heart sinks.

“Chrissie’s inside.”

“How’s that car ride sound about now?” He asks Aaron.

“She can’t do anything. Come on.”

The place goes quiet the minute they walk in the door, Chrissie by the bar, eyes blazing. Everyone’s looking and he wants to run, would have if Aaron hadn’t had a death grip on his hand.

“Oh look, here he is. My husband everyone. You know everyone warned me. He’s only after your money, he’ll cheat on you the moment your back’s turned, but I wouldn’t listen. You always do like to meet expectations don’t you Robert?”

“I really don’t think now is the time pet.”

“Oh I think it is. I think everyone deserves to know exactly what he’s like. I’m only surprised that he’s still here and he hasn’t gone running to his bit on the side. What did she have that I didn’t? Hmm? More money?”

“Chrissie…”

“It’s pathetic.” It’s slow motion, the minute she realises, that split second she sees his and Aaron’s hands joined together and the penny drops and all he can do is stand there. “Oh. Oh I see now. It wasn’t more money…something a little rougher perhaps?” He grabs hold of Aaron as he steps forward. “You really had me fooled didn’t you. Let me carry on thinking you’d had your head turned by someone younger and prettier when all the time it was him!”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Get a kick out of it do you? Running after someone’s husband, stealing them away?”

“Not sure it’s stealing really, considering he left you.” He can’t help but wince when Aaron speaks because he knows Chrissie and she won’t back down.

“Oh and what do you call seven months of sneaking around behind my back?”

“Fun.”

“Ok, that’s enough. Chrissie, I’ve apologised over and over so I don’t know what you want from me. Let’s at least try and be civil if we’re living in the same place, yeah?” He doesn’t see the glass of wine in her hand until she’s thrown it all over him.

“Drop dead!”

There’s a moment of complete hush and then the pub explodes into noise and he finds he can’t do anything, trying to wipe the wine from his face, Vic fussing and Aaron already turned to argue with his Mum. He just lets Vic lead him into the backroom and then it’s just them, Aaron closing the door behind him, probably in Chas’s face but he can’t be sure.

“Well that went well. Vic it’s fine.” He takes the towel from her, wiping his face dry. “Did you have to wind her up?” Aaron just shrugs. “Vic, pack it in, I’m fine!”

“Alright, mardy! I’ll leave you to it then shall I?” He nods, he loves her but he can’t deal with anyone right now. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“She’ll get over it.”

“Yeah. God what a mess.” He puts his head in his hands, feels Aaron sit down beside him, hand rubbing his back. “I didn’t want any of this you know. Not that…I don’t mean I regret…”

“I know. You know the offer of that car ride still stands. I mean, you’ll have to drive but…”

“That sounds good.” He kisses him, just savouring him a moment. “I better shower then. Don’t want to get pulled over smelling of wine do I.”

“Everything will be alright, Robert, in the end.”

“Yeah.” He gets up, then stops, fingers going to his left hand. “Time I left this behind don’t you think?” Aaron’s smile as he drops his wedding ring on the table makes everything worth it.

#robron fic

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When Adventure Calls

Wordcount: 1,415

A/N: A series of stories between Alana and Han with guest star appearances

"Kill me now cause I'm done saving you."

"Well, that doesn't sound healthy," Han said laughing at Alana who was stressing about making their big escape, wearing a red bikini-like outfit incrusted with gold, he could sense just how furious his partner in crime was, "Now where's Chewie, " Han said looking around for the Wookie, hearing footsteps running after them and the sounds of angry growls following,

"Chewie.. where's AL-1" Chewie turned around seeing a pink droid follow him beeping out in anger as he Han shook his head, "You two will be the death of us I swear by it," he laughed, "You know that-"

"Shut up Solo... " she growled, " I'll blast you like Hutt's goons, and if I end up like this again I'll let him kill you.." she snarled at him, "Woah there princess calm down, he said trying to work his Solo charm on her, but like other times it didn't work, Alana sighed walking back on the Falcon headed for the shower, still grossed out about the way she was treated,

"Yeah... Yeah... I know Chewie I know," he sighed as the Wookie lectured him on his recklessness and how he had been acting lately, Alana sighed relaxing in the shower trying not to remember everything she had just witnessed back there but she couldn't, she was almost close to not only death but the ideal life of a slave,

The feeling of being chocked by chains only began to haunt her and with the idea of relaxing became the feeling of her drowning, AL-1, was right by her side handing her a towel for her to wrap herself inside of, she was trying to carry on the fact that she had a hard interior when really she was an emotional mess who had never been through anything like that before,

walking into the cockpit and sitting in what was usually Chewie's seat was Alana, she didn't really say anything, and at this point, Han knew she didn't need to,

"You're upset with me aren't' cha kid.." he looked over at her,

"I could have lost you.."

"But you didn't!" he smiled getting her to laugh,

"And that's when I said!"

"Are you sober.," Alana asked pulling him to the side, the two had taken a slight stop to a Cantina except for this one was in Coruscant and was lavish something that she was used to for once, " I'm moderately functional," flashing a charming smirk at the younger woman dressed in the finest dark blue dress he'd ever seen on her,

"I'll take that as a no, excuse me you fine gentlemen," she said walking past the crowd of gamblers and smugglers that she assumed he once knew, "But Solo here has to go to-"

"Just one more round!" he said falling over, as Chewie carried him out the establishment, Alana following behind him, she knew how rowdy he got after a few drinks, and by few two, he was a lightweight, and she knew it all too well what would have happened they'd been kicked out and chased by Mandalorians,

"Sober now.." she asked, it had been a few hours later the whole thrill of it all, and there came Han walking towards her as Chewie was piloting with the droid by his side the two chatting up a storm,

"Yeah.." he said scratching the back of his head,

"You're welcome.." she walked off past him side-eyeing him, she hated how sometimes he'd just never say thank you or let alone even give her credit for being right,

"Seems you always have my back kid.." he blushed looking away from her,

"Whatever you droid licker.," she mumbled,

"Hey!" AL-1 shouted

"Such dirty words from such a pretty little mouth,"

Han growled as the two were in a heated argument about her upbringing in Naboo, "At least i'm not a stuck up snobby girl who doesn't know what her right from her left!"

"I'm not the one who goes around saying I'm a pilot captain when they were really a cadet for half a year!" she shouted back at him, wrench in hand as she was fixing the ship " You're nothing but a moof - milking Corellian that I wish I never-"

"Careful sweetie.. you're not all Nabooian yourself," he replied, "And last I checked you're the one who got us in this mess!" slamming his fist on the controls as the Falcon came to an abrupt stop, the two slamming into each other, "I hate you so much Solo!" she shouted supporting herself up against the wall, "Feelings mutual Mabecorge!" his eyes focused on her lips, the tension was so thick in there it could be cut with a saber,

"You stuck up.."

"Don't you say it.."

"Scuffy looking.."

"Don't you dare.." he glared down at her,

"Nerf-" her lips were met by his, kissing her to get her to shut up, he had been arguing with her for three days knowing that they were both stressed out by spice run they were doing, her hands were tangled in his deep brown curls while his arms were wrapped around her waist pulling away slowly she was still mad at him, and he knew it, by the way, her nose scrunched up,

"Bite me, Solo," she growled getting the last word in as per usual with their arguments,

"Ya say that like it wasn't my plan." flashing his charming smile at her as she pushed past him,

"Blaster brains," she mumbled walking back to her quarters,

"And where do you think you're going,"

"To my room.."

"Not with what you said you're not,"

"How long has it been since you've slept?" Han asked watching the Alana kept dosing off, they were staying in a villa not too far away from Naboo being that they had to import metal from the planet, "I'll go to bed soon," she sighed staring at the clear night sky with the view of the palace in the distance,

"Something on your mind?" he asked watching her stand on the balcony,

"It's just, " she sighed once more, "I'm home, and I don't feel at home." seeing the look of longing, her eyes on a figure that had red hair with streaks of silver in it, hiding back inside the villa she took Han by the hand and led him to a chair,

"Have you gone back to Corellia since you left,"

"No.."

"Do you miss it.."

"Sometimes.."

"I miss it here, I think of what I could have been, where I would have been but then I remember who I wouldn't have met.." she laughed yawning Han began to grow curious as to who she was talking about,

"Who would that have been.."

"You slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler. You've got a lot of guts coming here, after what you pulled,"

"Lando.," Alana said to herself hearing the voice of the man she had hoped wasn't who she thought it to be, walking out the Falcon she saw Leia, Chewie, C3 PO, R2, and AL-1 gather near the ship but right in front of her eyes was, Lando,

"Lana! how did you find this loser of a guy," he joked as she walked up to Han placing her hand on his shoulder, "Well, this loser, is my boyfriend.." she kissed Han on the cheek, watching the eyes of the gamblers on Leia,

"You know Lando?" Han questioned as she merely giggled at him, "He taught me the ropes of smuggling after I beat him at a game or 6," she smiled the two walking into his humble place in Cloud City.

"What do we have here.."

"I wouldn't try that either.. " Alana glared at Lando out of jealousy just as much as Han did, when he looked at Leia who rolled her eyes at him,

Sitting in the grass of Naboo was Han and Alana, hands laced together watching the sunset as she looked over at him a glow surrounding her, "Han.." she asked as he got out of his own thoughts,

"Hmm yes sweetheart.," he responded,

"How do you think Ben will feel about being an older brother.." her hand on her stomach as Han had grown paler,

"You're not, are you.." she nodded as he kissed her on the cheek, "Two of them..?" he said to himself,

"Are you okay.." she asked remembering his reaction when Leia was pregnant with Ben,

"This is gonna be an adventure.."

#Han Solo #Alana Mabecorge #fanfiction #series of stories #star wars oc #star wars #han solo x oc

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We Go Together

On the morning of the fifth day of the Long Walk Raymond Garraty made a decision. It was a simple decision that, he supposed, had already been made up for him from the moment he witnessed Curley buy his ticket but just something he had never brought himself to do. He had decided to give up.

Looking back on it the decision to just up and lay down was a waste. A waste of his life, a waste of everyone’s time, and most of all a waste of McVries’ effort. After all of those warnings he had taken to get him moving again, to save his life because ‘you’re going to be the one to win this Garraty. You’ve got to keep going to win.’ And maybe that’s the reason why he decided to give in, because of McVries. Pete had saved his hide more than once when he should have died. He should have bought his ticket a long time ago. He should have been wrapped up in those canvas body bags with his blood staining the concrete. What made McVries think that he was so deserving of winning this hellish event? What made him more deserving than any of their fallen walkers? All of these boys had families at home. Loved ones that would be getting a letter in a couple of days detailing the loss of their son but not to worry because ‘The young man passed away with dignity and his bravery will be commended.’ They shouldn’t have to be brave. They were all just kids! Kids marched off to their death like lambs to the slaughter while the rest of the nation watches on as if it was the finals of a baseball series. Crowds urged them on like they were animals purely there for entertainment. To the crowds they weren’t young men with futures and lives ahead of them. He wasn’t Ray Garraty: The 16 year old boy from Androscoggin county, with a mother waiting anxiously by the television with the hope that her son will make it to the next checkpoint. He wasn’t Ray Garraty, the boy who knew how to knit and knew how to dance the rhumba and the cha-cha. He wasn’t a person with a life and a personality. No, to these crowds he was just a number. A number that was expected to march on like a good little soldier while he smiled and waved at the onlookers like a pre programmed robot. The worst part of this wasn’t the dehumanization. He could handle being seen as a number, but the worst part was when he began to lose sight of who he was.

He was no longer Ray Garraty. Ray Garraty died at 9:00 am on May 1st when he took that very first step on this long and winding road. He still looked like the same boy but he knew deep down that he wasn’t the same. He hadn’t been the same ever since the killing began and he realized that all of these boys were just like him. They had lives and personalities and interests ad were just being gunned down like animals. Human beings were being killed in cold blood and there was nothing he could do about it unless he wanted to end up just like them. Olson and Parker had been example enough.

So one by one his friends drop and his resolve fizzled out along with their lives. Baker had been the last straw. If any of them had deserved this torture the Baker had deserved it the least out of all of them. Such a caring and kind friend, Baker had pushed past everything and in the end it had been one fall that had taken him out. A single fall that had broken something within him and had turned on a faucet of blood that had leaked out ceaselessly.

Garraty gagged as the image of Baker’s blood soaked shirt came to mind. His bright eyes had dulled with death.

“Walk a little longer, Art”

Garraty’s eyes burned as if he was about to cry but he couldn’t. He had no tears left in him. He was exhausted and drained and wanted nothing more than to sit down and rest his feet. Just for a second. He dragged a hand up to rub at his eyes, his head turning to his left where Stebbins tredded on wordlessly. At some point the white rabbit had fallen into step with him, abandoning his post in the back. Well, there really was no back anymore with the three of them left. Stebbins, Garraty and McVries. A spark of panic jolted through him, his head shooting around to look for the other boy. He hadn’t heard from him and bit and he briefly wondered if he had somehow bought his ticket while he was in his stupor. That, Garraty knew, would serve to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. He couldn’t lose McVries too, not after everything they had been through.

Ray sighed in relief when his eyes landed on McVries, a little ways behind them, weaving along as if he was seconds from giving in. Garraty’s heart ached for the other teen and he slowly fell back to match pace with his friend.

“McVries”

Silence. McVries eyes were downcast, his gaze focused on his feet stumbling along. He didn’t even appear to be aware that Ray was beside him.

“Hey Pete?” Garraty placed a hand on McVries’ shoulder resulting in him stumbling and out on the halftrack a soldier muttered a warning. Garraty paused, regret flooding him. All he seemed to cause for the poor guy was trouble.

“Garraty?”

“Yeah, It’s me”

The two lapsed into silence and Garraty found himself genuinely worried that he was about to witness another death. “You don’t look too good”

“What gave it away? My glowing complexion or my stunning smile?”McVries asked with a weak huff that Garraty guessed was supposed to be a laugh. “I’m not going to last much longer”

“Just walk a little longer” The familiar words tasted bitter on his tongue and he found himself wanting to vomit.

“Why? So I can eventually collapse and get my ticket without knowing any better? I told you at the start of this that I wanted to do this on my own terms. I’m not bowing out as some unconscious bastard as they shoot me to high hell and back” McVries’ tone was bitter and his face contorted into a small glare before somehow morphing into frighteningly serene smile. “Besides, Garraty my boy, once I’m gone all you’ll have left is to take down Stebbins.”

“Don’t talk like that”

“Why not? I won’t win. I knew I wouldn’t win from the get go, and I walked anyway. You have to win this, you still have everything ahead of you.”

Garraty huffed, raising his head to glare wildly at McVries, “And you don’t?! You always preach about how I’m going to win this and that I have to and you just treat yourself like you have nothing going for you. All of this is just suicide attempt because you want to end your life before it’s even began! I don’t care about how you see yourself, because as far as I can see you’re worth far more than you could ever see” Garraty closed his eyes, turning his head away from McVries. “If winning this means that I have to do it without you then I’d rather die right where I stand”

“Ra-”

“No, listen. You’ve given so much for me, nearly sacrificing yourself to get me going again when I deserved to die. You saved me when you could have just as easily let me die. Why? Why couldn’t you have just let me die?”

McVries face hardened and his aimed his head forward. “You know why, surely you’re not that stupid”

“No Pete, I don’t think I do”

Garraty studied the other boy’s face, his eyes scanning for some trace of...well anything. McVries’ face was completely unreadable. A blank mask that allowed no hint of his thoughts or emotions to slip through. “Because I love you, you jack ass” He grumbled almost silently

“I love you and I know that I can’t have you. I knew that it was a bad idea to get attached because in the end I knew I would lose you, but damn it I fell for you anyway. I fell for every smile, every laugh, every damn little thing you do. You made me believe that maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as I thought but it was too late. We were already playing this deadly game and no matter how much I loved you I knew nothing would change the fact that one of us is going to die. We’re going to die and disappear and be forgotten, that’s just how this plays out.”

“I saved you because you have so much value in this world. You have your mom and Jan to go back to. You have a life to live and in the end I’ll die and you’ll forget about me and move on to marry Jan and have that perfect family. You’ll forget about me but I could never forget about you. You’d be with me everyday of my life. I’d see you and everything we could have had and to be completely honest with you Ray, I would rather die than go through that. I can’t stand the thought of you dying while I go on as if somehow I’m just that much deserving of life than you are”

Garraty was silent while he tried to process McVries’ confession. The more he thought the angrier he became. What? Pete just thought he could give up and expect him to not care? That he would just see him as some other poor bastard that earned a ticket then turn around and just keep walking like it was nothing? You think I care that little about you that I could just completely forget about losing you” Garraty growled out his reply and reached out to grip McVries’ shoulder and forcibly turn him to look at him. “I don’t give a damn what you think about yourself but I’m not going to just lose you like that! I- I fucking love you too Pete! I’ll kill myself before I go on one fucking day without you, I can’t just forget about you like you were nothing…”

For a few beats the boys walked in silence. There was nothing but the sound of shuffling footsteps to fill the air and Ray’s mind was working a mile a minute. Had he scared McVries? Had he gone too far? Of course McVries had confessed his own feelings first but maybe this would be the last thing to push him over the edge. He would be the one thing to do McVries in for good and that thought scared him more than anything.

“I can’t go on much longer Garraty”McVries repeated quietly

“It’s okay Pete”Garraty murmured

“I think it’s time to sit down”

“Okay”

Another warning was issued as McVries began to make his way towards the sidelines. The last of his strength was dedicated to sitting-more like collapsing into the dirt besides the crowds. He expected the soldiers to hop down from the half tracks but what he wasn’t expecting was to turn around to see Garraty following right after him. “You can’t do this”

“Why not?”Ray asked simply with a tilt to his head. He rested his hands on his knees, god did it feel great to sit down. “I’m not going to argue with you on this. We either keep going together or we go out together. I’m not losing you to this walk too”

“You’re sacrificing everything for some nobody like me”McVries muttered weakly

Ray shrugged wordlessly, scooting closer to Pete as the soldiers converged on them. Their rifles were raised to aim at them and he found himself thinking that this sight should have terrified him. He should be sobbing and begging for his life but for some reason he felt calm. Deep down he knew it was because Pete McVries was by his side and he refused to leave his side.

The Maine native reached out his arm to wrap around McVries, burying his head in his shoulder. “Wherever we go, I won’t let you go alone”

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