Hello! A fanfic in english, yay! I am spanish so this was quite a challenge for me, It didn't went badly! Don't worry, it is in perfect grammar thanks to Woobloo, who beta-ed it!
It is based in the premise of TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE, but it is set in the HIMYM universe so it isn't really a crossover. I think there aren't enough sci-fi HIMYM fanfics around so I tried with a little bit of Time travel. The main character is Lily but the romantic factor would be centered in Robin and Barney, Ted and the mother would have their moments too. Lily is a time traveler observant. I hope the sci-fi elements fit with the gang dynamic, because that was my intention.
Read and enjoy!:
CHRONOLOGICAL DISORDER
Lily Aldrin hates Time Travel. There isn't anything to it more than vertigo, coldness, nakedness and the confusing task of keeping secrets. She hates when she vanishes in a blink to appear in some important event of her life, completely naked and disoriented. It's a horrible and inexplicable disease that she usually calls Chronological Disorder. It could absolutely kill her… only not really, unless she counts the times when she caught a cold after finding herself without clothes in winter under the rain or snow. But the thing she hates most about time travel is the inquisitive questions their friends ask her about what the future brings- especially Ted. It is an endless series of inquiries about the elusive future Mrs. Mosby and if she actually is the current girlfriend or some girl he just met recently.
The thing that Time Travel hates about Lily Aldrin is that she is incapable of keeping secrets. Fate is always having to change itself, move forward and morph to fix the harm that Lily Aldrin has provoked in her involuntary travels because she didn't close her damn mouth. At least Lily tries to keep the secrets.
McLarens was full that Friday: friends, woo girls, drunk guys (only a few in suits) and some desperate women looking for a bit of distraction (Barney's words). They were seated at their usual booth, waiting for the girl that Ted met through Internet. It took Barney ten seconds to share his theory about the crazy/hot scale. It took Ted fifteen seconds to ask Lily if this girl was the one.
"Ted"- the fourth beer always gave her enough resolution to fight Ted in his depressive episodes- "I won't tell you anything about your future love life. I don't talk about life changing events or about break ups and new girlfriends of the future. You'll have to find the girl of your dreams on your own… and I've told you millions of times that what I see in the future is not strictly the truth. It can change."
"But it normally doesn't," Ted said, looking at Lily with pleading eyes.
Lily rolled her eyes before taking a sip of her beer. She really hated talking about time travel.
"You knew you were going to marry Marshall even before meeting him. Why can't I have that?"
"Have I told you about my first time travel, guys?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, like a hundrillion times," Barney said.
"I'm sure that word doesn't actually exist," Marshall replied. Barney looked at him condescendingly.
Lily hold her hand in the air to end the argument. She cleared her throat before talking: "I was eight years old. In a matter of seconds, I vanished from a lovely summer evening to appear naked in a cold winter day. I was in the living room, in front of my parents who were too busy to notice my sudden presence. And do you know why?"
Barney got closer to Robin to whisper in her ear "I prefer when she tells about that time she did Gothic Lily in college while Marshall was watching."
"She's never told anything like that," Robin answered in a low voice, smiling. "I'm sure it never happened."
"Okay, maybe Marshall wasn't watching. The rest, true story," he whispered back.
"I was there, three years in the future, in front of my parents. They were arguing, shouting at each other. Ending their marriage in front of their own daughter that magically just came from the past. When I returned to my present I told my parents, hoping that the information would help them to prevent that from happening. They got a divorce two years before it was supposed to happen, because why fight for a relationship that was so obviously doomed? That was what I got from telling what I saw in the future and that's the reason I am not going to tell you your future, Ted."
Ted pushed his back against the chair, feeling exhausted. Lily looked at him with sorrow and held his hands with tenderness.
"Ted, believe me. You are going to be ok. I can tell you that much."
Then the normal conversation about time travel, Ted's idiosyncrasies, Barney's new play, Robin's job and Marshall's theories on Nessie were shadowed by the arrival of the crazy chick and her handmade bags, the 16s nos of Robin and the memories about how they met. The only truth about how Lily met them was the story of her meeting Ted (the most controversial one, though). The rest was a version told to people who thought that time travel was only a science fiction genre.
New York, New York, New York.
She couldn't stop humming the song in her head. Yeah, Frank Sinatra was an absolutely liar. Because, really, New York isn't that lovely and unforgettable. It had been only two months since she first saw the high buildings of the city, the yellow cabs and the food trucks and now she couldn't stop thinking about home. Canada. Frank Sinatra should have sung about Canada.
Well, if she was fair, maybe New York wasn't entirely responsible for her disappointment. It was she who couldn't get a job as a serious journalist, it was she who was far away from her family, it was she who didn't have friends in the city. Well, that wasn't totally right. She had friends, kinda. Some co-workers who were always complaining about men and were dependent on them at the same time. Co-workers (friends, whatever) that looked at her like she was some dangerous terrorist when she talked about her guns; friends who looked scandalized the moment Robin said she was not interested in marriage, 2.2 kids, a house in the suburbs and a dog. Well, a dog was the only thing she was interested in from that list.
And there she was, alone in a cold night in New York (or so they say- it wasn't that cold in her opinion), coming back from reporting one of the most ridiculous stories she had had the pleasure of reporting: A man found a finger in a coke can. She was sure it had happened before… so why was it news exactly?
"Robin!"
Robin stopped walking and turned around, looking for the feminine voice that was calling her. She looked at the dark alley of her left. And there she was, the girl who the gang would call affectionately "Lily of the future," as naked as God brought her into the world.
Robin gripped her bag strongly, turning her expression in a defiant stare.
"How do you know….?"
Before Robin finished her question, the naked redhead sighed exaggeratedly.
"Oh, you don't know me." She closed her eyes and breathed strongly in despair.
The redhead embraced herself to protect herself from the cold. It was the first clue that indicated that she knew she was naked. "Perfect," Robin thought with sarcasm "She's not crazy, just exhibitionist". Robin took advantage of the moment to resume her walking, looking away.
"No, wait, stop!" exclaimed the redhead, lifting her right arm.
Robin stopped on her trucks, her irritated face in place, and turned back with violence, making sure her movements were aggressive.
"Hear me out… I don't know you and I don't know how do you know my name so let's pretend this was a coincidence." Robin pointed at her, "and most importantly, I don't want to know why you're naked."
"Robin…"
"I have a gun and I know how to use it."
Suddenly, the girl laughed. It wasn't the reaction Robin was fishing for.
"Really, Robin? That's a lame line… isn't it from a movie? I can't recall which one," the redhead said. Robin lifted her brows, confused. The naked girl walked in her direction and Robin stepped back in instinct, she hoped that she didn't plan on jumping her. The girl came to her and held her hands like they were old friends, looked her in the eyes, making sure that Robin was paying attention. "If you are introduced to a guy named Ted in a bar, invite him over, invite him to your house."
Robin blinked, confused, and put distance between the naked girl and her. She nodded. "You're gonna get a cold," she said before rushing down the street, pressing her bag against her body. She didn't look back, hoping that the crazy girl wasn't following her.
Yeah, she had seen some weird things in New York but this…
She kept replaying New York, New York in her head until she arrived to her apartment. "Damn crazy city," she muttered to herself.
Months later she met Ted and invited him over (not because a crazy chick asked her to but because he was cute and friendly enough), and he said "I love you" and for a moment she was horrified but then she thought that maybe this was a long term joke (and that idea was less horrifying that hearing I love you in the first date). The first time she sat in their booth in McLarens, Robin met the naked girl: her hair was shorter, redder and she was clothed with a pretty dress. She didn't seem to remember her (luckily, she didn't seem crazy) but that was ok because Robin didn't need answers, she just needed friends, beer and a bar.
Suddenly, Frank Sinatra's songs sounded a lot better.
"What's wrong about saying literally? It's a valid word and very useful. What if I like the damn word?" Robin thought looking with fury to the group who were still nodding after Ted pointed out her little flaw. Robin opened her mouth outraged.
"And you," she said, pointing to Marshall, "You sing about everything you do. The most stupid things like taking your clothes to the laundry or even studying. How can you study if you are singing?"
"That's not a flaw, that's actually adorable!" Marshall shouted. Lily nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder as a sign of support.
"Wait. So that means that I'm the only one here without a flaw," Barney said, smiling like a little boy. The rest of the gang adopted a thoughtful expression for a moment, trying to decide which was his most irritating trait. Barney smiled proudly, misunderstanding their silence. "Aha! High five for my flawless awesomeness!"
The four looked at him with frowns and, at the same time, they started enumerating the long list of weird fixations that Barney had, interrupting each other: catch phrases- spacing out- high fives!
"What?" he exclaimed, surprised. "I, space out? Me? Really?" He pointed directly to Lily. "She's the one who suddenly disappears into thin air, at a party, during an important conversation..." He stopped talking, pausing for effect, "... while at laser tag!
"I don't….!"
And then, the spot where Lily had been standing was empty. The only trace of her presence was her jeans, her boots and her blouse on the floor. Naked Lily was somewhere (somewhen), the past or the future, for who knows how much time. The gang sighed, Marshall the loudest, but none of them seemed surprised. They were used to Lily's chronological disorder as much as they were used to the sudden appearance of "Lily from the past" or "Lily from the future"
"See?" Barney opened his arms, looking at Lily's clothes with a triumphant smile. "Typical Lily."
Robin caressed Barney's neck with her nose, smelling Barney's scent. She liked the smell he leaves in her bed, in the sheets, though that was something she wouldn't tell anyone. Not even him. She wanted to ask a lot of things but she was too afraid of the answers so she just gave herself into his scent, smiled against his skin and closed her eyes at the rhythm of his snoring. (If you ask him, he doesn't snore)
It's been a year since they started the arranged not-committed relationship. It had undergone some changes: now they allowed the public displays of affection, they could hold hands and call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend but only if there was some undesired person around (someone not pretty enough to hit on them, for example). They were together most of the time; they slept together most nights because making your friend go back to their apartment in the middle of the night in dangerous New York was forbidden in the Bro Code (it wasn't written in the book, but it has the same validity if the rule has been proclaimed in front of the gang, in McLarens, before 2 A.M). For that reason, they were usually faithful, they didn't have free nights for other purposes. The main ingredient of their relationship was denial (i.e. "we are not dating") and Robin couldn't stop wondering if their situation was going to implode, like Marshall and Ted had told her on more than one occasion.
She forgot her hesitation when Barney stirred in his sleep. Robin smiled, an idea making its way to her mind. She lifted her upper body to get closer to Barney and kissed him in the neck. He didn't wake up at first but Robin persisted until his mouth formed a smile and his eyes started to open.
"Robin…" he called her, his voice barely awake.
Robin lifted up her chin and looked at him to pay attention to his words.
"… do that!" a female voice said.
Robin and Barney turned their heads, finding a time traveling Lily naked in front of them. She looked around, like a little animal trying to recognize the habitat and then, her eyes were on them. Her expression was one of overt surprise. She was paralyzed, trying to form words, but no sound left her throat. Robin and Barney didn't need more to know that she was "Lily from the past" just discovering the sexual future that the two friends shared (or will share, depending on your perspective). The truth is that their Lily hadn't seemed that surprised when the gang discovered their affair.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, finally. "You're… you're going to…"
"Yeah," Robin said, covering herself with the sheets.
"Is this something serious?" "Lily from the past" asked, still in shock.
Robin smiled and shrugged. That was the million dollar question.
"Come on Lily, sex is always serious…" Barney said, frowning. "Sex is the beginning of life, sex is the reason for life, sex is…"
"I get it!" Lily said. She couldn't tear her eyes off of them, though. "But you were cuddling."
Robin opened her mouth to deny it. Damn past Lily, who was oblivious to the forbidden topics of conversation of the gang in the present. Before Robin could say something, Barney interrupted her:
"So, now, we three are naked... how about a threesome?"
Lily rolled her eyes. Barney was always Barney.
"He's kidding," Robin added with a nervous smile. She patted him on his naked chest "He is literally kidding."
Yeah, Robin Scherbatsky still used literally too much, even in the future.
"Wait, what year is this?"
It was 2011. She was four years in the future (three, considering that in her present 2008 was next month), four years in the future Robin and Barney were having sex or a relationship or whatever. It made sense, maybe, but with Robin's history with Ted, she had never thought about that possibility before. Robin and Barney entered in McLarens with "Lily from the past" in tow. The moment she came in the bar, she stopped being Lily and started being Anna, Lily's twin sister. The rest of the gang was already seated in the booth, including Lily. She smiled the moment she saw herself because she was still young and her hair looked amazing and… Oh, my God, where did she buy that top? She had to ask her.
The name Anna was chosen by Lily. It was the name of the chick in Predator. They had even made up some backstory: Anna lives in Washington, close enough for her to come to visit whenever she wants, she works at an art gallery. No family, no boyfriend, only friends… she's a free spirit. Anna seated in the booth, beside Lily. From her sit in the booth, she could notice how Carl frowned at the sight of her.
"What's up with Carl?" she asked after greeting everyone.
Lily shrugged. "Two weeks ago College Lily came. You know, a lot younger, gothic style, black straight hair. I am sure he's wondering about your sudden change of style."
Anna nodded. "Yeah, we traveled a lot in that time. Actually, I think I came for Christmas in 2008, so I should make more food."
Lily nodded. She had already lived that (as the college girl who appeared suddenly at Christmas dinner while in her present it was still spring and as the wife that prepared the Christmas dinner for her friends and added a sixth dish for the visit from the past).
She wasn't paying attention to the main conversation of the gang. Something about Marshall not wanting to fire Randy (whoever that was), but she was happy to see that her Marshall was still the same. It was difficult sometimes to remember that this Marshall was not hers (not yet) but belonged to the "Lily from the future" (the present she was visiting right now) that was seated beside her.
Anna looked at Robin and Barney with an unhidden curiosity. They were not extremely touchy but sometimes she saw Robin caressing Barney's wrist with her hand, lingering in his touch. It was subtle but weird, intimate in their own way. She felt like she was in an alternative reality instead of the future.
"I'm gonna go get more beer," Lily said, standing up. She looked at Anna. "Do you want to come?"
Anna nodded, following her to the bar.
"You don't get used to them, do you?" Lily asked, pointing to Robin and Barney with her head.
"Did you know about them?" Anna asked, surprised.
"Yeah, we all know. It had been happening for some time already. They dated but it didn't work so they decided to be friends with benefits."
"They aren't exclusive, then."
"They weren't at the beginning, but then some jealousy issues came up... The thing is that if you ask them they will tell you they aren't exclusive but they haven't slept with anyone else in months. I think their weird relationship is like an addiction for them. Ted and Marshall think it's not healthy. I don't know what to think."
"Because you have seen too much, from the future."
"Exactly."
"So it will work out in the end?"
"You'll see. You'll know the first. Perks of being a time traveler."
When they went back to the booth with the beers in hand, there was a young blond girl with big boobs and a plastic smile greeting Robin. The Canadian was obviously uncomfortable with her presence. The two Lilys slid into the booth, looking with an identical expression of mistrust at the perky girl.
"Girls, this is Becky, my co-worker," Robin introduced them. "Becky, this is my friend Lily and her twin sister, Anna."
"It's a pleasure." Becky said, but her eyes were on Barney. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Robin. How did two you met?"
Anna drank from her beer but kept her stare on Robin. She was anticipating the 16's nos from her. The fear and the confusion were already in Robin's expression who opened her mouth to close it immediately, like a fish outside water.
"Well, this is an interesting story. It was a cold night, New York was under a layer of snow…" Barney started, lifting his chin to give his story some gravitas. Robin put her hand on his arm.
"Barney, let me tell the story myself."
Barney smiled, looking at her with a mix of confusion and pride.
"II was in this same bar when a guy stared at me from the other side of the room…" Robin was interrupted by a very high-pitched "aww" from Becky. She shook her head. "No, it wasn't him. It was Ted," she said pointing to Ted who waved. "Ted said to Barney: 'she is the girl I am going to marry,' and Barney answered: 'I'm sure she likes it dirty.' That was how we met. We met through Ted, we became friends, drank scotch, played laser tag and then we… Well, we're dating"
"Oh," Becky said, confused "That's… romantic, I guess."
When Becky came back to the guy who was inviting her to drinks, Barney put an arm behind Robin.
"Scherbatsky, you are awesome." Barney said, smiling. "Because there's nothing better than the truth to hide a lie," He changed his calm attitude, letting out a nervous chuckle "Us dating? An awesome lie!"
Robin gave him a forced smile. Lily and Anna looked at Robin with pity (leave it to Barney to say the wrong thing at the wrong moment). Ted cleared his throat to break the silence. Marshall asked if someone wanted something to eat. He was hungry.
They were at Ted's. Arguing, as always. Ted and Barney were out picking up the food and the drinks.
"How can you say that Bigfoot is not real?" Marshall asked Robin, scandalized by his friend's skepticism. "There are clues, real traces, people who disappear…"
"I'm sure it was a guy without a social life dressed as a bear."
"A Bigfoot is bigger than the average human height. Damn, Robin, Bigfoot is bigger than a bear!" Marshall said, lifting both arms in frustration. Robin smiled, having fun at his exaggerated reaction. Marshall looked at Lily "Lilypad, tell her Bigfoot is real!"
Lily smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm with Robin on this one."
Marshall frowned. "But you're a Time Traveler!"
Every argument about what was real or supernatural ended in that same note. Because if Time Travel was real, then the vampires, monsters, ghosts and even mermaids were real too.
Ted went to the supermarket just to buy milk. Because apparently milk was something Robin couldn't live without. He would never understand her obsession with milk. He was fuming over that unnecessary trip to the supermarket, walking along the baking aisle, when he saw her. The one who got away.
"Victoria." His voice sounded like a whisper.
Victoria frowned at hearing her name and looked at where Ted was standing. Her smile was sincere but hesitant as if she was scared of how that smile could change the direction her life had taken.
"Oh, Ted, It has been such a long time…"
Ted, on the other hand, smiled as one who dreamed of second chances and destiny.
Lily didn't usually get surprised in her present because her travels to the future gave her a general picture of how their lives were going to be. For that reason, she almost spat out her drink when Ted told about his re-encounter with Victoria.
"Don't do it, Ted," Barney said. "You can do better."
"What? Why? Victoria was awesome. Sometimes I ask myself what would have happened if I… if we wouldn't have broken up because of the distance."
"Let me correct myself: You can eat greener pastures."
"Is Ted a cow in this allegory?" Marshall asked.
The whole gang, minus Ted, laughed. "He totally is," Barney said, between laughs.
"I think that what Barney wants to say is that sometimes new is always better." Lily said.
"A new-perkier-younger-more open to untried sexual positions-blond-girl."
"Really?" Robin snorted, obviously offended. "Blond? What's wrong with brunettes?"
"Or redheads?" Lily added, looking at Barney with her death stare.
"Nah," Barney dismissed the thought with his hand. "Brunettes and redheads are usually high maintenance, though there are some blonds with brunette's attitudes and some really slutty redheads." Barney smiled at the girls but, seeing their reaction, he tried to mend it. "But the main reason is that brunettes and redheads are too clever for guys like me or Ted."
"Hey, why not Marshall too?" Ted asked, offended.
"It's obvious, Ted," Barney said, rolling his eyes. "He got a redhead for an unlimited number of times in his bed. Like a contract of regular sex for life… and I'm sure she likes to do weird stuff with her breasts." Any other woman would have felt offended by this. Not Lily, who smiled with pride. "He's got to be clever enough. Though he would have been more intelligent if he hadn't said the vows of fidelity."
"You know marriage isn't a contract where you can cross out regular sex but leave off fidelity, holding hands and rom-com movies. Right?"
"Duh, Scherbatsky. Why do you think marriage is for losers?"
"Guys, can we talk about… you know, Victoria?"
"Yes, but, wait Ted! Don't tell anything more… I am going to refill my drink!" Marshall said hurrying to the bar. He signaled Carl to bring him another beer.
"Hello, Marshall." Lily's voice said. When Marshall turned around he found a 50 years old Lily smiling sweetly at him. "Damn, I miss that body. What do you think of me? Are you happy about how your wife is going be in twenty years?"
Marshall smiled. "Hot enough. Though this conversation weirds me out a little. I feel like I'm talking to Lily's aunt or something like that."
"Aunt Marie? Yeah, I look a lot like her. She usually dress in sports clothes, though."
"How did you get those clothes? They're Lily's, right?"
"She always leaves the key under the doormat for us."
"Oh, right. I forgot." In that moment, Wendy passed him the beer. Marshall looked at the booth where their friends hadn't notice the new visitant. "Are you gonna sit with us?"
"Yes, in a minute. I am going to ask for something to drink."
Marshall nodded with his head and went back to the booth, crossing paths with Robin who wanted to get some peanuts. Robin waited at the other side of the bar, far from "Lily from the future" who she hadn't seen yet. She went to that exact spot for a reason: namely, a hot guy with a leather jacket.
"So how many minutes do I have to stand here for you to ask my number?." She said, trying to seduce him. It was a long time since she had dated anyone, she had had some one-night stands but nothing serious. The last thing she remembered as something exciting was that HUGE mistake that she committed with Barney after watching "Sandcastles in the sand". The gang didn't know, and they had agreed to keep the secret between them. She was okay with that. It was just meaningless sex with the god of meaningless sex. Nothing major, nothing worth thinking about, nothing worth remembering… So why are you thinking about THAT night when hot-leather-jacket-guy is smiling at you, responding positively to your advances, Robin? Why?
"With those eyes, I won't need any more seconds." The hot guy answered. Lamest pick up line or lamest answer to a pick up line, whatever, he was hot enough… He didn't need to be eloquent, charming and funny. His muscles did that for him. Robin, smile, don't think about the Sandcastles disaster and most importantly don't put ridiculous names to events in your life that didn't affect you at all.
The guy was taking off his mobile phone from his pocket to write her number when a known voice roared at her back, it was Lily. Robin turned around, looking at her friend with incredulity, something like: "What are you doing? Don't you see how handsome is this guy here?" but she didn't find her Lily. It was Lily some years older.
"How can you do this to Barney? This isn't like you, Robin. It's like I don't know you… wait, are you still in the beginning of your not-committed relationship? Because I thought I had landed some years after that…"
Robin opened her mouth to form an almost comical surprised expression. She noted how the hot guy slid to the other end of the bar, running from any involvement in the argument.
"What? To Barney? We're nothing. We had sex one time, and one time only." Some feelings got mixed up inside her- fear, disconcert, confusion, some repressed happiness, illusion and- relief, because finally she had told her secret to Lily (maybe not the Lily she was expecting to tell, but Lily nevertheless).
"Lily from the future" went suddenly pale. "Oh, what year is it? It's 2013, right?"
"No, it's 2009."
"Damn!" Lily muttered under her breath.
"Are we going to be together, Barney and me? Are we going to date in the future?" Robin didn't know why she felt some kind of excitement for this possibility.
"Oh, honey," Lily said. "It wasn't my intention to tell you anything. All this Time Travel is quite confusing."
"Are we?" she insisted.
Lily smiled and decided to give her something. "You and Barney are going to do a lot of things in the future, Robin." Robin blushed. "I don't know what you are feeling right now because it is kind of difficult to know which was the year you fell in love with him..."
"Fall in love?" Robin said in absolute horror.
Oh, it had been for "Lily from the future" a long time since Robin Scherbatsky feared the mention of love. She remembered it was such a big thing for them, to commit and to say "I love you" and to grow up in general. The scared expression of Robin seemed like an antique relic. It was curious how Ted Mosby and all his wishes about a life of commitment, true love and kids couldn't end Robin's fear of love and marriage, but Barney with his same fears managed to put a ring in Robin's finger. That reality, about their wedding and their happy marriage, was something that would put this young (almost infant) Robin in hysterics. Lily as a time traveler was lucky enough to see it more than once, with different perspectives, although with the non-linear narrative that Ted's tales usually have.
"Oh, dear. I have talked too much, haven't I? Let's go with the others. I sure miss these times with Barney's plays and Ted's romantic problems. Who was his last girlfriend? That usually helps me to understand in what period of time I am. Believe me, our history could be divided by the beginning and the end of Ted's serious relationships."
Robin didn't know what to answer, still astonished by the new information regarding Barney. Her and Barney? That was crazy… doomed to fail, but if someone from the future told her it was going to happen, someday, well, you can't fight fate, right? It was going to happen. Robin Scherbatsky didn't believe in miracles but the existence of Time Travel was screwing up her principles.
When Lily from the future told Present Lily her conversation with Robin and her-not-so-unwilling-slip-ups Lily wrote it down in a notebook so she would remember it. Most of the time she felt that to have the happy ending she had witnessed in the future, she needed to act exactly how the different "Lilys from the future" acted before her.
And about Ted? Well, he called Victoria to set up a date, "just" to catch up with an old friend. Of course, nobody believed him.
THOUGHTS? Reviews are always appreciated. Long reviews even more!... please, please, please? :)
