Dark: Warning! Short chapter! Don't worry. It's normal. My chapters vary in length. I tend to go from really long to a couple of really short ones and back to a really long one. A heads up: I have actually written through chapter 39 here in the real world of my home on notebook paper. Problem: I don't type as fast. And I'm having to reformat some stuff. So sorry if updates aren't on a schedule.
Shokin: Dark doesn't own anything, except this fic. Me, I own Dark.
Dark: What? When was that arranged?
Chapter 2
"What's she thinking, trusting a guy she's known for barely two years! And he has some nerve, kissing her on the cheek like that!" Link fumed all the way down the alley towards his house. The pavement was dirtier than when he had left, and there were more broken bottles lying around. Link eventually got to his door. He tried the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn.
I don't remember locking it. Mildly annoyed, he rummaged around in a pouch hooked to his belt, looking for his key he had kept those two years. Who would have locked it? He pulled out the key. He inserted it into the keyhole and turned. His eyes suddenly widened.
"Delyn!"
Link took off running down the alley, leaving his door open and the key on the ground.
Dark: Okay, correction. EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER! Sorry, it looks longer on notebook paper. Have no fear, this is the shortest chapter I have written. No more of this insane stuff will appear.
Shokin: What insane stuff? You, or the fic?
