A/N-Chapter 2!

A/N-Hello again! I got another question, so here it is:

What's the sweetest thing Thorne has ever done for Cress?

This is an AH (all human) AU (alternate universe) where Cinder, Iko, Scarlet, Cress, and Winter live together and they're in college.

Cress POV

I was making myself a Nutella sandwich when Cinder walked in. She yanked open the fridge door, grabbed a piece of cheese, and took a huge bite.

"Hey Cress," she said around a mouthful of cheese, "it's Valentine's Day."

I checked my phone.

"Crap, Cinder! You're right! I still haven't planned anything for Thorne. Oh, it just completely slipped my mind!"

"Calm down, Cress. It's okay."

She swallowed, and sang, "It's not too late, it's never too la-ate…" then walked off humming. (A/N-Guessing time, people! I'll give you a hint: it's from a song.) My fingers flew over the keypad as I texted Thorne, Hey, come home as early as you can…I've got a Valentine's surprise for you :)

I tugged on a sweatshirt that Thorne got me at a baseball game, then hopped in Iko's car as I texted her that I was stealing her car. She wouldn't mind, she had work until eight and it was only…4:13. I drove to Thorne's place, but started to worry when the road to his house was blocked off with traffic cones. I'd have taken another way, but that was the only route to his house. So I drove back to our house and called him. He didn't pick up. I started freaking out. I sent about twenty texts in five minutes, but he didn't respond to a single one. I went inside and sat down on a stool in the garage. I started to cry since I was worried and stressed out and just not having a great day, and Wolf came up behind me. Scarlet had invited him over.

Wolf cleared his throat nervously, before asking in a deep, rough voice, "Uh…what's wrong?" I swiped at the streaks of mascara under my eyes and tried to smile at him.

"Nothing."

I looked up and saw that he was rolling his eyes. Then he crouched down so that he was at my level, and said, "C'mon, Cress. I've known Scarlet for long enough to know that when a girl is crying, it's never for nothing."

I sighed.

"Okay, it's-"

My phone rang. It was Thorne's ringtone, the recording of him saying 'Captain is King.'

I picked up.

"Cress, my darling," said the voice at the other end.

"Thorne?"

"Yeah, it's me, and I'm waiting in my car outside your house. Get out here, and get in the car. I have a surprise."

I ran out of the house, and saw Thorne's Impala (A/N-another reference! This one's a TV show) waiting for me. I opened the door, waved to Wolf, who had followed me to the door, and jumped in. Thorne looked over and grinned. He pulled out of our driveway and started along the road to his house. I saw that the traffic cones had been taken away, and looked at him questioningly.

"What happened to the traffic cones?"

"What traffic cones?"

"Maybe they took them away before you got home…"

He shrugged and kept driving. We arrived at his house and I got out before the car had even stopped. He got out too, grinning mischievously. He took off the tie he had to wear for work and motioned for me to come around the car and stand in front of him. I did, and he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing away from him. He tied the tie around my head. I squealed when he picked me up, bridal style, and carried me to his front door. He opened the door, and his warm hands fell onto my shoulders. He guided me into the house and suddenly we stopped. He took the tie off of my face and there, in front of me, was…his kitchen table? I was confused. Then he walked over to the table, still smiling broadly, and grabbed two pieces of paper. He handed them to me, and I squealed again.

"Oh my gosh Thorne! Are you kidding me? You didn't get me tickets to TechCon! You didn't!"

He said, "We'd better get going. We have 24 hours to get there."

A/N-Like? Don't like? Tell me! And guess the references! There will be virtual cake if you get it right! Also thanks to PennTheWriter for this chapter's question. Send more questions, I only got one last time!
Love y'all (platonically),
-ycinh