Hello guys, I'm back. This I really don't have much to say exept all things exept for the story are not from my brain. Ok, have fun. Sorry for gramical and spelling errors, it's pretty late. God I hope there are none.

I walked into the apartment complex, it was as if the world was glaring at me. Everyone that knew me was in the OverWatch program, and they all hated me right now.

As I walked to my room, I heard coments like "There's the lover boy." and "Tracer got your toung?" It made me sick. I didn't want to hurl, I guess it's a pride thing. When I got to my door, there was white lettering spray painted "Love struck, inside."

"Damn," was all I could pull my self to mutter. I stepped in quickly. I sat on the edge of the bed, then slumped on my side. My window was open, something I would never do.

In further inspection of the room, I noticed my journal gone, pens missing and my extra speed loaders were gone. Word moves fast, but shit when I lose my mind over a girl, it's faster then lightning.

The sound of a razer hitting the ground, pulled me off the bed. "Alright you mother fucker, step out with your hands up! Leave my stolen stuff on the floor!"

A zip like sound, and a flash of light revealed Tracer in her full battle outfit, with my towel on her head, "Is tha' anyway ta great an old friend, luv?" I looked to her with confusion. "Oh, you want ta know about the towel don't you," That smirk was driving me insane.

"Well I took a quick shower. I would like ta know why there is a shower room if there is a bath in every apartment." Her words passed over me, "The hell are you doing here?" I said with a joking tone to my voice.

"Oh, It's been a while and I thought I would pop in. See my favorite cowboy." She spoke quickly.

"I have many questions, for starters why did you take my stuff?" I took a seat back on the bed.

"Tha' was Reaper, he's pissed about the loss. Don'know why he blames you though, I whipped you good." If only she knew. "Ok, next question. Why did you come into my room to shower?"

"Well here's the story, after the battle today I felt bad about the Pulse Bomb and I thought 'I could follow him home and appoligise' so I popped in real quick, It took you longer then I thought to get up hear so I took a shower. I stepped out got dressed, but then you came in and my hair was still wet so I just waited."

She just talked on and on about the incident, I didn't care, every thing she said made me smile. I didn't see why Widow hated her rambling.

She continued after a breaf silence. "So, everyone is going to a karioke ba' la'er, you in?" I thought about it then finally said yes. She jumped up and Blinked over to me, when she appeared she was hugging me.

"See ya then, luv" Then she was gone.

About three hours latter, or 9:00pm

Friday nights were crazy for all of us. We had weekends off and that meant staying out late drinking was all we wanted to do.

I opened the doors to the bar and was greated with Winstons voice singing Tom Jones's "It's Not Unusual" That ape has magic in his loungs. I saw that both teams were seperated by a small division of tables. I went and sat next to JunkRat.

I noticed Tracer across the room, she was flailing franticly trying to get my attention. When she was sure she had it, a small pat on the chair next to her was a very clear sign.

I stood and walked over to (what I like to call it because of the team seperation) the dark side.

When I was in place she reached over and grabbed my hand to further my focuse to her. "I want ya ta sing a song with me! Do ya know Don't stop believing?" She almost choked on her words from exitment.

I knew the song, I even had it on my playlist. The only problem was that I had stage fright, but that face wouldn't let me say no. "Sure I do, let's do it."

I didn't even see Lena leave her seat, and by the time I had noticed her absence, she had already placed the song in. Her skip back was less then elegant.

"We're after Lucio." "What's he doing?" I enquisited. "What is love!" she giggled out.

He was amazingly good, but for a guy that uses music as his weapon, I shouldn't have underestemated him.

When his song faded out, Tracer hit my arm and Blinked on stage. She grabbed two mics and threw me one. After fumbling with the catch, I walked on stage, hands trembling.

The musical number before the lyrical bits was in full swing, but when the words started, we both blurted out at the same time. It was wierd at first but when the "city boy" line struck, she picked it up and from there the parts were synced.

Not to brag but the entire rest of the song was a big hit. When the last note ended, we recived a standing ovation.

Seeing this, Tracer leaped into my arms, I caught her and spun around in a small circle. When I let her return to the ground she was dazed.

We left shortly after some praze and I walked her home. On the way, Lena began to shiver. I lent her my poncho. Damn it was cold.

The door to her hotel was quite fancy. "Nice place," I stated with a glance to the sign "Faulty Towers?"

"Yeah, the whole place is a death trap. Either way, thanks for walking me back. I'll see you in the morning?" she handed me a phone number. "Sure, I'll call you."

As Tracer walked up the steps, she stopped jumped back to me and kissed me. It wasn't filled with passion, but it was proof that she liked me, too. "Night, luv." Then she Blinked away.

She still had my poncho, but I didn't notice the cold. All my dreams were coming true. I soon found myself at my bed.

Before the darkness took me, I muttered. "Good night, darling." and I fell into a deep sleep.

Well there it is guys, next chapter out, but don't expect it to be like this always. School is kindof a bitch so this may be a one time quick upload. Leave suggestions, tell me if you like the story and DON'T FORGET THE GIFT BAG! Alot were left from last time. Sorry for ERRORS...again. :(