.oO Chapter 4 (New) Oo.

"Hello?" My voice almost cracked. I lay in my bed under the covers, despite the fact that it was a warm summer night.

"Good evening." A rough easy going voice replied. It sent shivers down my spine.

"What are you doing?" I asked timidly.

"Just sitting on the roof, it's nice to be out on summer nights." I could imagine his silver hair in the moonlight. I grew excited. Did he want to call just to talk?

"Would you like to play a game?" I asked, failing to hide my eagerness.

"Sure."

"Twenty questions, anything goes, and whatever you ask you have to be prepared to answer too." I held my breath as I waited for his response.

"Sounds interesting." He chuckled, the sound rang in my ears, it reminded me of a spoon hitting tall thick empty. glasses.

"Ok, well, um..." I didn't know what to ask. His favorite color was red, I knew that, what else could I learn?

"May I begin?" He asked. I was confused again by his formality over the phone, I wonder why he was so much more, behaved.

"Mhm." I manages to squeak when I realized I had not responded. I wonder what question he had come up with it.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

Oh, such a strange question.

"Mint Chocolate Chip. " I said without hesitation. I heard a 'Hmm' and imagined his lips pressed together.

"I liked strawberry, if you wanted to know."

I nodded silently and then asked my question.

"If you had a super power, what would it be?" I heard him chuckle again, this time it was a darker sound, and it chilled me.

"If I had…"He paused, and I wondered if his face was in a smile or if his eyes were focused somewhere in the distance.

"Heightened human abilities. " He finally said. "What about you?"

"I can never decide between shape shifter or reading minds."

"What is your favorite time of day?" He asked.

"Dusk, the sky is beautiful, and if its summer, the temperature is just write."

"A sunset cannot compare to your radiance." He murmured. I was dumbstruck, had he just complimented me. I didn't know what to say, I was a bit flustered.

"What's yours and what's your favorite form of exercise. I like to walk." I ended flatly. Who was I kidding, I didn't exercise.

"Moonless nights and kickboxing." I could hear the smile on his lips.

"What's your favorite activity, besides seducing your best friend's brother?"

I scowled in the darkness and then I smile. Why was it, my heart did not ache with Inuyasha? Maybe I wasn't as in love as I thought I was. Maybe I just needed company.

"I like to read, and eat." I felt foolish with my answer. Obviously everyone likes to eat, that's how they stay alive. "What's your favorite food?"

"I like sushi, though trying new things, including food is what I like to do too."

I nodded, not conscious that he couldn't see me. I wasn't an extreme fan of sushi, but I could grow to like it.

"What is your favorite?"

I did like to eat, I couldn't just choose one, but if I had to…

"Hamburgers. With a side of fries." I heard a musical guffaw on the other side of the line. It was a lovely sound, but I was blushing again.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were going to answer like that. It surprised me." He said after he had calmed down a bit. "You are extraordinary."

I tried to keep my heart calm. I could not believe such an attractive person was complimenting me. My heart fluttered.

"What is your favorite genre of books or movies?"

"I like fantasy when I read, but I'm partial to horror films." I heard a soft laugh on the other end. I ignored him and moved on.

"Have you ever been to the hospital?"

"Yes." A sudden panic entered my heart.

"Why?" I blurted out.

"Well, it was about eighteen years ago, I was born." I could almost see the smug look on his face. I frowned, I was angry I had worried for him, if only for a brief moment.

"What's your favorite animal?" He asked gently, as if he sensed my anger.

"A flying fox."

"I beg your pardon?" I was the one who smirked now.

"It is a type of bat, the largest in the world; most commonly they have a collar of fur that is orange around their necks." I gushed. "They are adorable."

"Kagome Higurashi, you are unequivocally interesting. Hamburgers and bats…" He murmured. "No wonder my brother-" Inuyasha used the word dully, "-enjoyed your company."

I was so jittery, I almost missed his last statement. I never played with Sesshomaru like this, I doubt he knew anything beyond my favorite color. Why had he kept me around?

"Have you ever experimented with someone of the same sex?" The question came tumbling out of me. I was mortified as my tongue finished the last word. I didn't hear anything for a moment.

"No, I haven't." He said flatly. "And I promise you, I have never had the urge to." The end of his sentence curved, he had ended with a smile of some sorts.

"When was the first time you kissed another?"

My breath hitched. What should I say? Should I lie, would he believe me if I told the truth? I had been so forward, so out of character. Or maybe I had just slipped into character for the first time. I wanted to explore more with Inuyasha, find out more about myself, about my body, about his body. I took in some air.

"Today."

"Oh." He sounded like the air had been knocked out of him. He clicked his tongue softly.

"So you and Sesshomaru…"

I shook my head slowly and then remembered he could not see me.

"No, we weren't like that."

"Huh." He said. I held the phone to my ear and waited, either for a question to pop in my head or for him to speak.

"I didn't understand why he kept you, like a pet. I thought that maybe you had another sort of relationship with him." He paused. What was he thinking? I couldn't bear the suspense. "But now that I'm aware he never so much as touched you, I can't help but think he is the biggest idiot in the world."

My question came to me so rapidly, if it had been a solid object it would have knocked the air completely out of me. I hardly considered the consequences of what I was about to do. I was being stupid and reckless. I could feel my pulse speed up.

"Will you help me experiment?"

"Experiment." I heard the appeal in his voice and smiled.

"Would you assist me, in completely obliterating my innocence?" I said in a sickly sweet voice. I heard what I thought was his swallowing before answering.

"Whatever you want Kagome."

I smiled. Suddenly all the things I wanted to try came pouring in to my head, kisses, teasing, foreplay- I squirmed in my thoughts.

"Although," I froze, had he changed his mind? "You shouldn't have asked me. I may not be best for you."

I was about to protest. How could this beautiful man claim he was not the best for me? Here I was, though I had my quirks, an average teenage girl, speaking to an amazing boy, and he dare to say such a thing. Before I could begin my rant, he spoke again.

"I should let you rest, I'm certain you must be tired." There was a gap of silence and then he said in a soothing voice.

"Good night, Kagome, sweet dreams."

"Good night." I managed to force out of my mouth. I couldn't bring myself to say his name. I was dazed from hearing him say my name with his voice.

Could it be that Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were really related? They both were gorgeous beyond measure, and had a way of charming me. It's as if they sought to enchant me with they're splendorous looks and musical voices.

I grew tired as my head swam with images of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. Slowly Sesshomaru's lovely brown eyes lighten in color and his neat black hair became unruly and gray. I could no longer see Sesshomaru, it was as though his distance had help lift the trance he had over me. Only to be replaced by the spell his brother was weaving.

My nose woke me up the following morning. The smell of warm buttermilk pancakes waft into the room, followed by sausage, bacon and eggs. I let my eyes fly open as I threw my covers off and slid out of bed. I held in a groan, my muscles ached. I walked slowly into the kitchen to see my mother buzzing around the kitchen, from one station to the other.

Mama was a beautiful woman in her youth, and she had aged gracefully- as far as I could tell from pictures. She was thin and the source of my height issues along with my black hair. Her hair was cut in a bob, and her brown eyes were easy to excite. She was never married, and her only mistake was me, but she would never say it. She loves me and though she might not be the best mother, she tries.

I sat at the counter and waited for her attention to lift from the food she was cooking. She was trying not to burn anything, or forget to add any ingredients along the what as she cooked, and so it took her a good while to realized I had appeared.

"Oh, darling!" She ran over to me and hugged me fiercely. " I am so sorry I had to work this past weekend, I wish I didn't have to cut the celebration so short-"

"Don't worry mom." I reassured her. She was far too emotional, she could hardly keep her feelings in check. "I got to go to Sesshomaru's party Saturday and Paige came by yesterday and took me out to dinner."

"Oh did she? She such a sweet girl." She returned to the stove and toaster. Soon, we were eating like queens, each with our own stack of pancakes, toast, sausage, bacon and a pile of eggs.

"This is delicious mom." I said before stuffing my face some more.

"I'm glad you like it." She beamed and then stood up to remove her apron. She was already dressed in a simple dark dress. She placed her plate in the sink and walked over to the couch were I suitcase I had missed earlier stood. She grabbed the handle and came over to me.

"Good bye honey, I promise when I get back, we'll celebrate properly." She kissed my cheek and I fumbled for words.

"What, you're leaving already?" She had only just got back, I hadn't really seen her since my graduation.

"Yes, honey, the drug company is almost done with their trials, I need to look over the data and reports." She looked tired, the bags under her eyes were dark, and yet her smile was still genuine. "Don't worry, I'll be home Thursday." She waved good bye and left out the door. I heard the engine of our old car roar to life, and waited until it faded into the distance.

I stared at my plate and sighed. Well, four days was fine, I had been home alone longer in the past. But I knew this was different, this time I had no distractions, school was out, Sesshomaru was gone and I hadn't found a job yet. I got up to find some container to store the leftovers of the meal. Once I had clean the mess in the kitchen and stored the food, I was left again with nothing to do.

My ears perked as I heard the sound of my phone sing. I lunged myself across the living room, taking long strides to get to my room. I gripped the door frame as I redirected my momentum and launched myself at my bed. I dug under my pillow and the ringing became louder as I withdrew my hand and flipped open my phone finally silencing it.

It took me a moment to realize it wasn't a message, but a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Good morning Kagome." My heart jumped into my throat. His voice was had become even more lovely over night.

"Morning." I managed to say.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." I had fallen asleep to his face behind my eyelids, but other than that, I hadn't dreamt at all.

"That's good news. Are you still available for tonight's date?" My heart leapt. Was it a date? My head whirled, was I about to go out on a date with this alluring young man? I suddenly had a flash of the night of the party. I remembered his muscles coil and release as he had punched the bag. His shoulders and back seemed so tight, so hard; I wanted to run my fingers along those muscles. I gulped.

"Yea."

"Perfect." Was he purring? No, it was something else. I didn't know how to respond, what was I suppose to say.

"I'll drive by, and pick you up at about five thirty. Is that all right?"

"Yes."

"Will your mother be home?"

"No."

"Ah, has she still not returned?"

"No, she came, but now she's gone for another four day." I heard him laugh darkly.

"So I could steal you for four days, and no one would notice?" I gulped. I was nervous, nervous because I didn't mind the idea at all.

"Yeah, I suppose it you wanted to kidnap me."

"Such an appealing idea…" The line went silent and I didn't know what to say again. "Five thirty, I'll be there. I'll see you later tonight, good bye."

"Bye." I said, and then the dial tone played. I looked at the time and almost yelped. It was half past eleven, I had less than six hours to become as attractive as I could.

I had given up, and was lying on my bed staring at the blank white ceiling. I knew the disarray of clothes surrounding me would not clean itself up on its own, but I was far too preoccupied with my thoughts. I closed my eyes and visualized what I had selected. It was a simple navy blue and white top, each color an alternating band. I had chosen my jeans to accompany the, a dark washed color. I had given up trying to decide which of my shoes to wear, seeing as I only had one pair, my navy blue converse. I thought as I lay there, that I should perhaps buy more shoes; my selection was poor and did not allow for much creativity.

I just lay there, knowing it was some time past three, unsure of what to do with my hair. Such a simple hair cut, long and with bangs that at time covered my eyes brows. I would probably throw it in a pony tail and hope it somehow elevated my plain beauty. I suddenly stood up and felt my bare ears. Earrings, I thought, I need earring and a necklace. I jumped up and walked over to the jewelry bow I had on my vanity. Opening it, I became as disappointed as I had been about my shoes. Hardly anything, earring with fake crystals and colored with shades proper for a middle school girl. I shut the lid of the box and sighed.

But, I couldn't give up so easily. I stood in my room and stared at the hard wood floor. I looked out my open door and across the hall to my mother's closed door. I could, borrow a pair of earrings. I slid my foot forward slowly, as I considered the idea. I brought a hand to my bare chest. I could live without the necklace, but if I was going to where my hair up, I couldn't do without earring. I crept slowly across the hall and opened the door ever so quietly. It was like I was trying to not wake anyone else in the house, but I was being silly, because I was the only one in the house.

My mom's room was neat and clean, evidence she hardly lived in it. I calmly walked to her drawers and opened the first one. I saw the oak box in which she kept her jewelry and lifted it slowly out, careful not disturb the other things in the drawer. I held at arm's length and carefully walked it over to the bed and lower it with myself onto the soft covers. I traced the wood with my finger tips before unlatching the box and opening it. The jewelry was a little jumbled, but the earrings were all in their own compartment. I was unsure which ones to pick, when I noticed a pair of beautiful pearls. I plucked them out, and held them in the palm of my hand. They were a beautiful ivory, there color made my hand seem pink beneath them.

I closed the lid to the wood box and walked over to the mirror that was in my mother's room. Slowly, one at a time I put them on, and smiled at their luminous beauty. Satisfied, I returned the box to the drawer, and as I was about the closed it, I noticed the makeup within it had shifted and some had been knocked over. I bit my lip as I picked up the lipsticks and ordered them again. I wasn't until I picked up a bright red shade, that I considered my next idea.

How two hours had gone by, I did not know, but I sat on my couch eagerly staring at my front door. I could have turned on the television, but I couldn't bring myself to even look for the remote. I was willing myself not to move, because it would only lead to me running to the bathroom to see how I had done with the makeup.

I had begun with only the bright red lipstick; I thought it would appeal to him. And then I realized the rest of my face was to plain, and I had messed up the eye liner a few times before achieving an acceptable even line on both eyes. I hoped that the dark eye shadow covered all the mistakes I had made, and I hoped that I hadn't put in too much blush. I had ended up with my hair up, perhaps a little too high, but still acceptable I reasoned. I sat with only the phone in my, checking every five minutes what the time was. 5:01… 5:06… 5:08…

I couldn't bare the wait! I was too anxious; to excite to see his face again, to have those beautiful eyes focused on me, for some unexplainable reason hold his interest.

The door bell rang, and I froze. I had just checked the time, it had just been eight pass five. I quickly flipped my phone open. 5:10. I jumped up, delighted he had shown up early. But slowed my last two steps to the door.

It probably isn't him. I thought to myself, I'm exciting myself for no reason. Relief washed over me when I opened the door and stared up into his eyes.

I took him in slowly, I could not believe he had actually come, and had arrived early. He wore a white shirt with a slight v to the neck line. It revealed most of his throat and beautifully displayed his perfect smooth firm skin. Over the simple shirt, he had a thin brown leather jacket, which had probably more pockets than necessary. His hair appeared to be brushed back, but it was so independent, it went every which way, not carrying of the attempted hair style, and it suited him. I hardly took note of its silvery appearance anymore; it was no longer unusual to me. His pants her dark, I could not tell if they were blue or black and his shoes were shoe unrecognizable brand, but their quality showed.

I finally returned my eyes to his lovely face; it held a small smile, which to my dislike quickly faded. His eyebrows lowered and his eyes fell from mine to my lips. He lifted his hand to the level of my cheek and held it in mid air, as if he were going to caress it. My heart fluttered, desperately trying to keep its rhythm.

"What did you do to your face?" He murmured as he brought his fingers under my jaw and placed his thumb on my lower lip.

Oh, I was swimming; I could hardly answer his question with his hand so tender on my face and his rough thumb rubbing at my lower lip.

"I put on lipstick…" I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I was trying to resist him, but I knew I was failing horrible. "You said, red was your favorite color." I ended feebly, as he withdrew his hand from my face. He stared at his thumb, which I was sure stained red. He pulled his lips in to a half a grin and while looking at his thumb said:

"As desirable as those lips are, you do not have to paint your face for me." He pulled a white handkerchief from somewhere on his person and rubbed his thumb. I turned my head to the side, suddenly feeling foolish for trying to improve my appearance with makeup. I felt his hand under my chin, and my heart going into a sudden sprint.

He was bent over and his eyes were right at level with my own. I noticed that the brown area around the pupils were much larger and darker in color, almost banishing the gold to the outer most rims. I saw his eyes were slightly lifted, reflecting the smile I could not see on his lips.

"I prefer those enticing lips naked." He whispered as he brought the cloth to my lips and wiped away the red pigment. When he was done, he stuffed the red stained cloth into his jacket pocket and gave a curious glance around the living room. I realized I had left him still standing outside and quickly stepped aside.

"Um, come in." I felt awkward, this was not the first time he was at my home, but it felt like it. I wish things had gone along differently, and I did not feel this uncomfortable. And I wish my heart was not palpitating as much as it was. He shook his head.

"If you are all ready, and if you don't mind my early arrival, I'd like to leave now." Oh, did he not like my house? My heart fell. Sesshomaru never seemed to care to come in either, unless my mom was present and he was not in an immediate hurry. I guess my home was not suited to their rich tastes. I clutched my phone as I thought of what else I might need.

"I'm ready." I said as I felt for my house keys in my pocket.

Inuyasha nodded and then stepped back. I closed the door behind me and made sure to lock it.

When I turned around, Inuyasha was already half way to the shiny blue challenger parked neatly beside the curve. I almost jumped the three steps leading away from my porch. I wondered briefly if Sesshomaru would be angery to know that Inuyasha was using his car.

Just like the day before he opened the door for me, and this time I smiled at him, earning his smile in return as I slid into the passenger seat.

And then came the silence. He didn't say anything the entire trip to his home, and it began to worry me. He was focused purely on the road and did not turn on the radio. I didn't know how to respond to the silence, and though I knew men didn't not talk much, but Inuyasha's lack of words worried me. We arrived at the house without more than our breaths to fill the car and I made to open the door, but was stopped by Inuyasha's hands wrapped around my wrists.

"Kagome…"He was staring at the steering wheel when I turned to answer him. I searched his eyes for a clue but they held nothing I could decipher.

"What did you mean by experiment?" He asked in a firmer voice than he had said my name, and I felt myself break a sweat. I had almost forgotten. My mind raced as I tried to explain.

"Well, I have never had a boyfriend or anything really like that…" I had been too busy dogging Sesshomaru around for most of my adolescence, he would know. "And you kissed me, so I was sure you liked me." My heart sank a bit. Yes he had kissed me, and had been understanding when I had broken down into tears, but was I mistaken the one time lustful actions of a teenage boy for something more?

"So, I want to, you know, explore what it is to be… intimate-" I said the word like it was taboo, a private unspoken thing. "With someone of opposite sex." Why had he agreed last night? And why did he question it now?

"Hmm." He let go of my wrist and gazed out the window, I realized he had not parked inside the garage yet. The sky was still a bright blue, few clouds, a typical summer day in Southern California. I heard the click of a car door opening and felt an unusually cool breeze enter. I went to open my own car door, and as I did, found Inuyasha frowning at me as I placed one leg out of the car.

"What?" I asked bewildered. Why was he glaring at me like I had just stepped on some precious flowers?

"If you don't mind, I would like to open your doors from now on." He said as he gripped the car frame and opened it wide enough so it was beyond my reach. He held out his other hand and I sensed I was going to be assisted in getting out of the car. I was use to this chivalry from Sesshomaru, but not Inuyasha. And he had a way of making the actions of a gentleman somehow rude.

I grabbed his hand and hoisted myself up; he led me away from the car as he closed the door. He dropped my hand as soon as I was up on my own two feet, and I felt the slight disappointment.

We made our way to the house, too small to be called a mansion, but too grand to simply be called a house. The house was Pacific lodge style, and the wood used had very strong red and orange undertones, and did not disturb the beautiful landscape it was on.

He opened the door and slid off his shoes. I followed suit as he went to retrieve my necklace. The necklace had special chips and sent messages to the houses main computer informing who was were, and how to adjust the setting of a room to best accommodate the people in it. I hadn't worn mine the night of the party, seeing as I was suppose to be outside with everyone else. I was glad to know I visited the house often enough to have once and it would set me apart from the other guest, as the chip allowed me entrance in to most rooms. Sesshomaru, Inuyasha and their father, Mr. Takahasi, all had more permanent accessories, Sesshomaru and his father had their chips embedded into several of their watches. I did not know what Inuyasha had, but it was obvious by his bare wrist and neck it was neither a watch nor a necklace. I slipped on the little green dog tag like necklace and followed Inuyasha to the kitchen.

With a wide smile, he stepped into the middle of his kitchen, and whipped around.

"Now, mademoiselle, I would like to prepare for you, dinner." He ended with a wink and turned to gather his ingredients. My mouth hit the floor.

"You're joking." I said disbelievingly. Inuyasha could cook.

"If I was, I am doing poorly due to you lack of laughter. "

There was no way Inuyasha could cook. It was too much.

"I'm no five star chef," He said tossing something wrapped in brown paper onto the counter. "-but I can make a mean burger."

I watched as he took off his jacket, and threw it on a clean stool. He began unwrapping what I supposed was the meat, as I took a seat closest to the granite counter.

Was it so impossible for Inuyasha to know how to cook, I mean, really, what did I know? He could be able to do a thousand things, and they could all surprise me. I wondered who the person was that stood in front of me. Yes, I had met him in middle school, saw him get teased about his white locks, but other than that I really didn't know much of him. I had always thought he was an angry and rude person, but somehow, he had become the perfect gentlemen since we spend time together at the graduation party. All I knew about him was that he was attractive, the son of a wealthy man, athletic and apparently knows how to cook.

"Inuyasha?" I asked as he divided the meat, careful not to handle any piece for too long.

"Yes?" When did his voice become so sweet? Where had that mean rasp I had known disappear to?

"Where did you get accepted to?" I asked without giving a hint I had a clue as to which. He answered nonchalantly and with little concern as he continued rolling the pink mush into balls.

"Same as you."

"Riverside?" I asked hopefully. He nodded and finished the last sphere. He nodded as he pushed into the center of the ball, and began to form the patty. I realized I probably shouldn't be bothering him while he was concentrating on making dinner, but I was so curious about him.

"If you were going to be trapped on a deserted island, with nothing other than the clothes on you back, what would be the one thing you would want to take?"

Inuyasha smirked as he continued to transform the balls into patties, and answered in the most confident of manners.

"How to build a life raft for Dummies." I giggled, a sound that surprised me, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth.

Inuyasha looked up and pursed his lips.

"I would like it if you did't muffle your laugh. I like hearing it." I felt my cheeks change colors; my giggling took a halt as my heart skipped. And I realized that this seemed very much like a date a romantic movie would show.

"Is this a date?" I blurted out. His hand hovered over an array of spices, he cocked his head to the side and his expression became mischievous.

"You could call it a date if you like." He spread his arms. "I'm a man, making dinner for a beautiful girl I have interests in, who is neither related to me by blood or business." He lowered his arms and started seasoning the patties.

I hated how much I lacked proper social skill, why wasn't I as talkative as other girls? Or half as talkative as Ayame? I was relieved when he spoke.

"Are we going to continue our little game?" I smiled at his question. I nodded my head.

"What would you do, if you were immortal for a day?"

"What day?" I asked reflexively. He pursed his lips briefly

"Does it matter?"

"Well, if it was Christmas, I couldn't really make plans."

"Tomorrow, then." He answered as he moved back toward the stove, and I noticed there was a gas grill top beside it. He placed the patties on the grill and I heard a soft sizzle.

"I would jump off somewhere high." I said without a thought. He didn't respond to my answer and so I dared to ask my own.

"Why did you always pick fights with me before?" We hadn't spoken much in the past, but any time we had, it had escalated to an argument. To my surprise, he looked amused.

"Kagome, haven't you realized by now?" He said before turning away and checking on the patties. "I was jealous of my brother, angered that you were so charmed by him. And you never noticed of me." I saw him grip the spatula a bit tighter.

Oh. So I had been blind to the fact he had feelings for me. Then my heart leaped. He had feelings for me. I wasn't not expecting that.

"How come you never told me?" I asked in a small voice.

"How could I?" He whispered, as he lowered the spatula he had been flipping the burgers with. "There I was, bastard child, with color challenged hair, and you were a pretty girl, and obviously enchanted by Sesshomaru." He picked up his arm and prodded the cooking meat. "Sesshomaru liked your company for some reason, so I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even get to know you." He turned to me and expressed an impish smile.

"But Sesshomaru's gone, and I have you all to myself."

As much as it pleased me, the thought of being alone with Inuyasha, the way his eyes flashed green and the corners of his mouth moved upward, I felt a twinge of fear.

I got some splaining to do.

Alright, first this story started at a one shot when I was in high school. But I couldn't help but want to expand it. So after I had left it abandoned for a few years I looked back at it, and tried to make original characters in place of Inu and Kags.

That didn't work, but I had managed to expand the story quite a bit, so I converted the characters back to Inu and Kags, which is why you may see a slightly erroneous description is any slipped my net.

As for Inu's speech, yes that a remanent of the OC I had replaced him with, but I am trying to find a happy middle between the Inu we know and love, and one that was raised in a formal home and would be taught manners and such.

So, forgive me for any name slip ups, and I will try to finish this story this summer.

Who know's maybe I'll pull a E.L James an convert back to OC characters and sell this as an "erotic novel." I highly doubt it though, I havn't read fifty shades, but I doubt I could pull off what she did.

Until next update,

yulie1022