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Chapter 7

He takes some stock in the movie Weird Science. Maybe he can create some kind of Frankenstein like girl so his slight fixation with Kanda can cease. He can even make her British. Because it's just weird to him; he's not used to thinking about someone so much. Granted, it's more like he's only thinking of the bad things – it isn't like he's fawning over the guy…really…he isn't. And he totally isn't only thinking of the bad things so he won't think of the good things.

Yeah, he'll create a Lisa and everything will be awesome. Except, there won't be any motorcycles in his house, or, you know, missiles.

When he gets his four week grades, he kind of…dies. Right there in the kitchen. Because, well, if he doesn't die now, Cross will surely kill him painfully and slowly. The only reason he's still alive and fed is because he's always gotten straight 'A's. But there, on his four weeks report card, is a 'D.' A 'D!' He's never even gotten a 'C' in his life, but there's a damn 'D' on his report card.

No! Everything is going be okay. He's just going to have to hide the evidence, stick it somewhere Cross will never, ever look. Like, the laundry room, or the stove, or the shed outside, or really, anywhere that isn't his bedroom or the living room, or the dining room table. And his bathroom. If it's related to being lazy, Cross will be there.

He opts to hide it in the shed, next to the lawnmower because, well, Cross doing lawn work is kind of like a dolphin growing legs and becoming a functioning member of society. It just isn't going to happen.

When he gets back inside, he breathes a fresh sigh of relief and plops down on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. He settles for the Food Network and reclines, relaxing and eventually falling to sleep.

When he wakes up, he's freaking out again. Mainly because his dreams don't know how to listen to him and not have a debauched Kanda wearing food items parade around his mind like it owns the place. He fumbles for his phone, and checks to see for messages. There are none, so he rests his head on the back of the couch and breathes. Just kind of – breathes.

Because really, having less than pure dreams about a girl-you-used-to-like's best friend who is male is just…wrong. On so many levels Allen can't care to count them. It's clearly just his brain playing tricks on him, teasing him since he so very obviously hates Kanda. That is the only justifiable answer. But it's still unsettling.

He's never going to be able to look at whipped cream the same way again.

He is not very surprised to find that, when he wakes up on Monday morning, he really does not want to go to school. It's a normal thing to feel, he supposes, really, because what child wants to go to school? But the feeling is more acute than normal – like he knows, somehow, that it's going to be a bad day. He isn't sure of what it could be, but he's wary of it.

It starts when he goes to get out of bed and his legs end up all tangled in the sheets and his face slams right into the ground. He rubs his nose, eyes watering, and untangles himself. He didn't fall too hard luckily, he isn't bleeding or anything.

When he goes to brush his teeth, he's out of toothpaste.

When he goes to cook breakfast, he burns the eggs (Which he never ever does, because there is no good reason to make food inedible…which he happened to do on this morning).

When he passes by Kanda's house, the window is open.

When he glances up inside while walking, he sees Kanda rummaging through his dresser for clothes – naked. Or at least, half naked. The guy's shirt is off.

He swallows a bit and doesn't even realize he's stopped to look for a good twenty-six seconds. Twenty-six very long seconds that only end when Kanda catches his eye. The man frowns at him, and Allen has no more time to survey the black tattoo that covers the left side of his chest, the way his abs seem to be chiseled out of marble.

When he walks away, he refuses to come to the admission that he might have a thing for Kanda.

School, as per usual on a Monday morning around 7:50, is bustling. Students are running around, trying to pry books from lockers (he never uses his locker; all his books take refuge in his very heavy schoolbag) and when he walks into his first class, English IV, he stumbles across a thought. It's such an obvious thought – something that makes him feel like he really is a bit of an idiot.

He obviously can't have a thing for Kanda because that would make him gay. And he's not gay. Certainly not. He definitely had a thing for Lenalee for those first two months. If he was gay, he wouldn't like girls.

So there is no doubt in his mind when his teacher walks in; there is a peacefulness that settles on his mind.

Second period wipes all peacefulness from him. It's German with Link, a teacher that seems too austere to be as pretty as he is. He kind of reminds Allen of Kanda, but Kanda is eternally more rugged than his German teacher. And anyway, even if Link is strict, he isn't cruel – a bit of an asshole, but not so much as a certain Japanese man his thoughts have wandered to again.

They have an assignment that keeps him busy, thankfully – translating common phrases from English into German, and German into English. It's much easier to do the latter, so he does that first, lets his mind wander a bit after he gets through number six.

He's always been fairly good at languages, which is probably why he opted to take German. He didn't have to take a language, since he tested out of French, but learning a new language is a beautiful process. It's like watching yourself grow from something small and unknowing all over again. The psychology of the human brain has always intrigued him – well, it'd intrigue anybody if they really thought about. It's such a complex computer – developing constantly.

He shakes his head.

Thinking about Psychology is not going to help him translate 'Where is the nearest bathroom?' into German. Then again, if his brain could just develop a cortex that immediately knew German fluently, that would be cool.

Does Kanda know Japanese? Well, it's hard to tell. He does have a slight accent, but it's so light sometimes he forgets it even exists. He can hear it in the back of his mind, Kanda slight shift on 'l's, and immediately wonders if that's why Kanda calls him Beansprout. Because he can't say Allen.

Or Lavi for that matter.

Or Lenalee.

Wait - yes, he's heard him say Lenalee, his tongue carving the 'l's into something that sounds remotely like 'Rinari.' Not enough to mar her name, and you wouldn't even be able to tell if you weren't paying attention, but it's there.

"Allen," Link begins wearily, and Allen very quickly realizes that the blonde man is standing next to his desk, looking at his paper with ascetic eyes. Allen looks down and realizes that instead of writing anything that looked remotely like words, he'd just been scribbling his pencil over the paper. He'd been pressing hard enough that the graphite had actually crumbled at the tip.

"Ah, sorry Li-Mister Link," he amends quickly. He begins erasing his lines.

"Have something on your mind?"

Japanese men.

"No, I'm sorry," Allen returns in a whisper, ducking his head a bit as he erases.

"Did you hear that this is going to be turned in for a quiz grade?"

"What?" Allen freezes, looks up at Link with wide, shocked eyes. His attention turns to the clock. He only has fifteen minutes left. He looks at the paper. Thirteen more translations.

"I want to talk to you after class, Allen," Link says finally, walking back to his desk. Other kids in the class are watching him, curious, and he simply turns his attention back to his quiz.

He ends up finishing with only one left to go when the bell rings. Link lets him translate it very quickly after the other children have filed out for a break time, and picks up the paper, placing it on his desk.

"You were an excellent student when the semester started, Allen." Link starts, sitting in the desk next to him. Allen turns his body in his seat to face him. "You paid attention and did all of your work – perfectly, I might add. Suddenly, your mind seems to be elsewhere."

It's obvious that Link is just caring about him, watching him. He isn't that much older than Allen, but feels so much wiser. Allen is starting to realize, lately, that he isn't much a genius at all like he previously thought.

"I…" he starts. He isn't even sure of what to say, so he settles with, "I'm sorry, Mister Link. I'll try better."

"That isn't good enough, and you know that."

Allen bites his bottom lip. "I know, Sir."

Link sighs, looking awkward. "Allen, I don't even need to ask if you have a problem, do I?"

"Huh?"

"Like," Link twitches his nose a bit. "Drugs."

"No! Of course not! I would never, ever, ever, ever –"

"I believe you!" Link exclaims, stopping him. "I have to ask though. It happens to kids your age more than you think. Alcohol, drugs – especially prescription drugs; teenagers seem to think they're invincible – really."

"Sir, you're young yourself, aren't you?"

"I'm twenty-one, but I am exceptionally mature."

Allen nods. Well, he is.

"Really, it's nothing like that. I just have to sort out my priorities."

"Sort them out quickly, Allen. I'm sure you saw your four-weeks grades. I know you can do better than a 'B' in this class. Your perfect scores in the beginning are what kept that from lowering, and I know that you can do it again," Link moves to stand. "I expect to write an 'A' on the final report card."

"Yes," Allen nods, picking up his book bag and moving from out of the room.

Faintly, he can hear Link whisper to himself, "Who's Kanda?"

Allen isn't the type to scribble names on a paper. He is the type, however, to talk to himself. That's when he realizes that he was probably saying everything he was thinking about Kanda out loud. Which is embarrassing, but at least he wasn't thinking about the same thing he'd been thinking about on the way to school. Muttering about how prominent Kanda's collar bone seemed against his skin, or the way his hair seems to ripple behind him in waves, or how the morning sunlight really offsets his skin tone – while those things are just observations, they aren't very good conversation starters.

After school, as he's walking from his campus to the connected one of UNO, ready for a snack from the union, he sees Kanda. The man is speed walking, head staring straight ahead, hair whipping around him as his long legs take long strides.

"Kanda?" He calls, not really thinking about the fact that Kanda might be in a hurry.

Kanda stops, looks at Allen. He's quiet for a moment before saying, "What? I need to get to the convenience store."

"I was just about to go get a snack from the union." Allen says, leaving the statement up for however Kanda would like to take it.

"Well, come on then," Kanda replies gruffly, picking up his pace from before. Allen, though, is considerably shorter, so he can't walk nearly as fast. His pace turns into something like a jog.

"Why are you in such a rush?"

"I need…something."

"What?"

"None of your fucking business."

"Okay, jeez." Kanda's hands, he notices, are shaking. "Hold on." Kanda doesn't seem like he's going to stop, so Allen grabs him by the shirt. "Hold on," he repeats, angry. Kanda lets out a snarl and stops, turning on Allen.

"What!" He growls.

Allen takes his backpack from his shoulder and start rummaging through the front compartment. "Ah," He murmurs, fingers grasping the box. "Here."

"Why the fuck do you have these?"

"They're for Cross. He gets pissy if he doesn't have his cigarettes, so I keep them on me at all times." Allen holds the box out to Kanda. "You seem like you're about to have a stroke." He does, really.

"Well this is fucking fantastic, but I don't have a li-"

Allen holds out a lighter. "You don't have a lighter with you, but you smoke?"

"I don't smoke often," Kanda clarifies, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. "Only when I'm anxious."

"You were anxious? I didn't notice."

"Shut up," Kanda growls, voice a bit more even now. "I have a Psych test next period, and I can't afford to fail it."

Allen makes his way to a nearby bench – Kanda follows. "Why do you have Psychology anyway?"

"To be a shrink for plants," Kanda rolls his eyes.

Allen bites his bottom lip so he doesn't laugh. "I'm serious."

"Because I enjoy it," Kanda growls, pressing the cigarette to his lips. He blows the smoke out, and Allen blinks a little because he never noticed how smooth Kanda's lips are. They aren't cracked or dry or even very thin.

"That makes sense," Allen nods. "I am too, actually."

"What are we, bonding now?"

"Oh the horror," Allen laughs. "This is a horrible thing to say, but you're much more tolerable when you smoke – you're calmer."

"Fuck you. I'm always tolerable."

"Right," Allen nods. There is a slight lull in the conversation.

"Weren't you going to get food?"

"Oh yeah," Allen says lowly. It's weird though, because he wants to hold onto moments like these, where he and Kanda are almost friends. Even more than he wants to eat, he wants to stay. He doesn't want to intrude though, so he stands. He stretches, letting out a little noise of appreciation as his muscles lose their tension, and Kanda raises an eyebrow. "I make strange noises when I stretch, I know."

"You moan like a little bitch," Kanda smirks around his cigarette. Allen does not want to be that cigarette. He does not. He doesn't. Nope.

"Shut up," Allen rolls his eyes.

"Well, Beansprout. I learned today you aren't as completely fucking useless as you seem. Thanks for the cigarette." And with that, they separate.

He isn't gay, so he totally doesn't have a thing for Kanda, and he totally doesn't steal tiny glances at Kanda's back as he retreats.

The day almost seems like it's rectified itself – that is, until he gets home. He first notices something is wrong by the fact that Cross is sitting in the kitchen. It's not dinner time, so there's no reason for him to be there really. Then he notices his clenched first.

Then he thinks something along the lines of, Well holy shit.

Cross lifts his head slowly, lifts his head until he's staring at the ceiling. He's smoking a cigarette, the butt glows a dull orange. "I got a call today."

"Did you?" Allen asks, nervousness settling in his stomach. He doesn't move from his spot at the edge of the kitchen.

"Yeah. Your school called. Said something about needing to get a report card signed because there's a 'D' on it." His tone is scarily calm.

Allen swallows.

"Where's the report card, Walker?"

Cross never, ever uses his actual name. Allen blinks a few times, then says, "I don't know." Allen is a fantastic liar, generally, but he is having a rather off day.

"You're more of an idiot than I believed." He lets out a breath of smoke, the grey clouds drifting from his lips slowly, lazily. "Where is the goddamn report card? I have to sign it."

Allen's eyebrows furrow, and he bites his bottom lip. "I'll go get it."

"You hid it?"

Allen is actually scared now, not just nervous. He isn't going to lie. He can't. Cross is looking at him, and his dull red eyes are painfully clear. "I did."

"Go get it."

He turns on his heel and spins away. He speeds towards the shed, tears open the gate, and runs to where he hid the report card.

Cross has never actually beat him before. He's hit him, yes, but he's never beaten him – and Allen has never been scared that he would. Not until now. He's actually really afraid that Cross is going to hurt him. He isn't going to run away though, because that'd only make things worse. He heads back to the kitchen, card in hand, and places it on the table in front of Cross.

"Boy, are you confused?"

"What?"

"Does this place look like the fucking Burger King?"

"…I'm sorry?"

"You think you can do whatever you want? Think you can have it your way?"

"I –" What an analogy to make at a time like this. "I'm going to raise my grades." It's all he can think to say.

Cross sighs, uncapping a pen with his teeth and scribbling his initials on the dotted line. "You fucking better."

He isn't as scared anymore – he's calm actually. Then Cross throws the pen and it hits him in the eye.

"Arg," He presses the heel of his palm into his left eye, bites past the pain.

"Didn't mean to hit you in the eye, kid." Cross growls.

Yes you did. You have perfect aim.

He pulls his hand from his eye. He isn't bleeding or anything, it just hurts really, really bad. He's prone to having others inflict pain on him, isn't he?

Neither of them move to get up, however.

"Why have they dropped?"

Allen decides to stay on the tried and true path of being honest, at least for now. "I've been distracted…by my friends. I just – I've never had anyone like them before."

"The hot girl and that boyfriend of yours?"

Allen flushes, with anger and something else. "Would you stop that! I'm not gay! I've liked girls!"

"You don't seem it. Maybe I'll settle for bi-sexual."

Allen opens his mouth to respond, then closes it – then opens it again. No words come out though. No retorts. No denials. Nothing. Just, Oh. I've never thought of that. Which, he hasn't because he's been skipping around all day, singing in his mind about how it's impossible for him like Kanda since he isn't gay. But he's never even looked at another boy in that way before. He's never thought or even considered it. And now – Kanda.

Because he is looking at him and thinking about him. There's this slight, obvious feeling that settles in his gut, and he feels like he understands himself, realizes he's calmed down from a scare that he didn't realize he had.

Then it disappears in the wake of anxiety and denial. No. He can't be. He just – it isn't fair.

"You're awful silent boy."

"I can't be," Allen mutters at him. "I can't be bi-sexual. It just – I can't."

Cross looks at him, eyes level, and asks, "Why not?"

"Because I can't. It's not – right." He's saying more than he wants to, but the words are coming up and he can't deter them. It's like he can't stop talking now, when before all he wanted to do was get the words out.

"Says who?"

"Says you and every other member of society."

"When have I, Cross Marian, ever looked down on love?"

"How about every day when you harass me about it? Why would you do that if you believe in love and all its forms?"

"'Cause I'm smart, boy. I understand more about you than you probably do."

He scrunches his eyebrows and lets that settle for a moment. He doesn't understand what Cross means, not even a little bit, but something in his tone helps sooth Allen's unease. Something calm and accepting and – holy shit he's completely forgotten about the report card. He certainly isn't going to bring it up again, but…well holy shit. Cross doesn't tend to get off topic easily.

Then he stands, and runs up to his room.

When he shuts the door, loudly, he presses his back against it and breathes. Closing his eyes, he just – thinks. About how he feels and what he thinks and what he believes.

His breath hitches in his chest and there's this tight tugging when he rolls the words around in his head, almost in an asking manner. Is he bi-sexual? Well, it's possible where gay is not. It just kind of feels very unfair that he might be, and might actually have a thing for Kanda – Kanda who is rugged and beautiful and angry and passionate and above all else, probably straight. Even if they've teased Kanda about it incessantly, well – Kanda just doesn't seem like he'd be the gay type. Even with his long hair and nice lips and lovely fingernails – something in Allen keeps screaming. Something yells at him and tears at his psyche with the fact that, even if Kanda is gay, he'd never like Allen, because he is so out of Allen's league. And if Kanda has a type, Allen most certainly isn't it.

That's when he plops down onto his bed and sighs. "I – don't know…" He murmurs. He almost – it feels right. It feels like it all seems right. Feels like maybe underneath everything he really does like both men and women. He rubs his nose. Then he pulls out his phone and dials Lenalee.

She picks it up very quickly, breath heavy. "Allen?" She asks. "Allen! Oh my god! This could not have been a better time!"

Allen is kind of roused by her exuberance and sits up. He has his own issues that he'd like to discuss with her, but she can go first. "Hey, Lenalee." He smiles.

"I – oh my goodness, Allen. I – I love you right now. This is amazing that you would call. Listen, I need your help."

"With what?" He asks, leaning back.

"Well, okay, you know how prom is April 16th?"

"No." How in the hell is he supposed to know anything about Cabrini's proms?

"Well, Cabrini's prom is April 16th." She pauses for an intake of breath. "And I want you to take me."

"What!" Allen stands up in surprise. "I-I-I – Lenalee! What are you –" He doesn't need this of all things happening right now.

"Okay, let me clarify. I need you to look like you're taking me to prom." Her voice is kind of low. "You see, I want to go to prom with somebody that Brother might…not approve of."

"No, he just wouldn't approve. There're no 'might's about it.'" Comes a low, Australian accent.

"Okay, so Brother might kill him if he knew."

"So you want me to pose as your prom date so you can take someone else to prom…"

"It sounds really bad when you say it like that…" Lenalee mutters. "I promise I will do whatever you want. I will – we can go to dinner beforehand. We'll go wherever you want and I'll buy you whatever you want."

Well, when she says it like that… "Um, well, alright, but…do I have to get a tux?"

"Just rent one, like you did with the costume, it shouldn't cost much." She pauses. "Allen, I will be forever indebted to you. Seriously, I will buy you a hundred dinners."

He sighs a bit. "It's no problem." Komui really is a scary bastard, and it's not like he's going to deprave Lenalee of an excellent senior prom just because. Besides, going to a prom might actually be – fun if Lenalee's there. He had no plans to go to his own, but, well, for Lenalee sure. Why not?

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaims. The pauses. "Wait, unless you're psychic and you knew that I needed desperate help, you called me because you wanted to talk about something."

"Oh, it's – okay. I mean, not a big deal."

Well, it kind of is – figuring out his life and everything. But hey, whatever.

"Just tell me," she encourages. "Reever, this is a private conversation, go work on…work or something."

He can't tell what the supposed Reever says (that name sounds so familiar), so he swallows a bit and starts with, "Ya know, really, it's okay." He is totally not chickening out.

"If you don't tell me, I will…kick down the door to your house and beat you up."

"You would never do that."

"Probably not. Just tell me."

He takes a deep, deep breath. "How can you…tell…if you're bi-sexual?" There is a slight, awkward pause. "Because, you know, I have like this friend and stuff, and she's curious and she doesn't know and like, um, she's freaking out a bit inside because she doesn't know, um, you know, how to feel. Or like, what's right. Or, er, like…" He's just kind of spitting all this out, not knowing where he's heading and certainly not thinking Lenalee believes him.

"Uh-huh," she says after a moment, he can hear her nodding against the phone. "And this friend. I'm assuming she's questioning herself because she likes another girl."

"I don't know, I guess," he waves his hand nonchalantly, choking on words. "Maybe, I mean, who can tell?"

"Allen," she starts. "This friend of yours. When'd she start thinking about it?"

"I dunno…like…today."

"Today?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, she told me – she told me that, like, um, you know, she'd been thinking about this other girl and like, you know, thinking about her and stuff." He has never been so eloquent in his life. Really, maybe he should be an English major.

"Thinking about her."

"Yes."

"How often does she think about this other girl?"

"Well, I don't know. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. All the time." He pauses. "That's what she told me." He adds quickly.

She breathes out a laugh, tries to smother it, but he can hear the sound muffled against her hand. "Really? I see, and this friend of yours, what's the girl she like's name?"

"Kanda."

Fuck.

"I KNEW IT."

"Shut up, Lenalee. Don't say anything. I swear to god I will call Komui on you at prom. I – oh my god." He drops his face in his one available hand. That was – oh that dirty – how dare she – how could she – why would she – goddammit, how'd she get him so loose that he'd let that slip? "It's not…It's not that I like him!" he yells into the phone. She's still giggling, apparently not taking his whole Komui threat to the bank. He will do it, he swears he'll do it if she breathes a word of this to anyone else. "I just – I don't know."

"So that's what this was about. You think you're bi-sexual." He doesn't say anything and she takes it as a yes, which it kind of is. "Well, I think it's obvious, really. Lavi and I have been chatting about it since like, the second or third time you two were around each other."

"What?" He asks. "Wh-how-wha-I just – what!" Yep. English major.

"Listen, we aren't saying you two are in love with each other; Well, we aren't saying you aren't, either," she giggles. "But, I mean, there's obviously some kind of spark."

"I always believed it to be called hate." He deadpans.

"I actually think it's called lust."

"Lenalee!"

"What?"

"That is – I mean – I don't – I just…" This is not what he wants to be discussing with Lenalee of all people. He really doesn't want to discuss it with anyone, but certainly not Lenalee.

"I bet your face is as red as a tomato," she laughs. "Listen, Allen. I think you know the answer to your question. I bet you've always known, even before you knew." Oh, haha, what a philosopher. "If you have feelings for Kanda, let him know. He might surprise you."

"How would that cynical asshole ever surprise me? No way. I'm never telling. And Lenalee, I swear – if you tell him…I just – I…please don't," His voice morphs into something like a whisper towards the end.

"I understand," She says in a soothing voice. "It's okay."

"I – how is it okay?" He asks, lying on his bed again. He rests a hand over his eyes. "How is it okay? It's not. It's not okay. Ugh, I hate this. This is the worst day ever. I keep…I keep trying to tell myself that I don't have this thing for him and it's just – it's so fucking obvious that I do." He lets out a shaky breath. "I can't stop looking at him, or thinking about him, or dreaming about him – ugh, I sound like a wreck. I can't even stand myself right now, because it's Kanda."

"What do you mean?"

"He just – I'm broken and scarred and not right, Lenalee. I could never help him, never ever be anything close to what he needs. Besides, Kanda is just – he's so obviously straight and I – are you laughing at me?"

"Yeah, I just," she pauses for an intake of breath. "Allen how would you know anything about what Kanda wants or needs?" She laughs a bit more, then says, "You're so oblivious. I shouldn't say anything, I know, but come on, he looks at you just as much as you look at him. For Kanda, that means a lot."

There's something like hope blooming in his chest and he crushes it easily. There's no point in getting hopeful about such a stupid thing. How has this happened? How has this gone on? When did it start? How long has it been growing?

"Oh come on, someone like Kanda having feelings?" He forces a grin to his face. "That just doesn't seem right."

"Kanda's still a human," she laughs. "And male, no less."

"Oh god, can we stop?"

"Why? Is ickle, innocent Allen getting embarrassed?"

Well, he's not so innocent. He dreams. A lot. And…well – yeah – a lot.

"Okay, listen, I have an idea. I'll make Kanda come to the prom as well!"

"What? How would that help anything?"

"Things have a way of working themselves out. And trust me, you're gonna get bored if you're just sitting there by yourself."

"I…" He pauses. "I'm such a wimp. I feel…scared."

"Of what?"

"Everything. Feeling. Knowing what I feel."

"It'll be okay," She says, a smile in her voice. "We're gonna have so much fun. It's gonna be awesome."

"If you say so," he sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

Hey guys. :)

Well, here's the news. Risky Business is going to have a sequel. The updates will start Christmas Day, in honor of Allen's birthday. And I'm pretty much done typing out all of RB, so once I'm finished completely, I will be updating twice a week rather than once. So look forward to THAT.

Originally I was going to have a poll, but the few people I talked to about it already really, really wanted one, so yeah. As the title of this is an 80's movie, the sequel will an 80's song. Can you guess it? I know there are a lot of 80's songs out there, but I'm just wondering XD. I will give you one hint - it's from the year 1982.

Review and let me know what you guys think. Of the chapter, of the fact that there's going to be a sequel, your guesses on the name. :) As soon as someone guesses the right song, I'll update 8!

::Edit: You guys are really going to hate me. Really. I've gone and decided to change the sequel title. Now the song's from 1983. BUT! If you guess the song from 1982, I will still update. Just because I kind of hate myself. It's just that - well, the song I decided on originally seems a little TOO somber. And since I'm such a whore, I'll give you guys another hint. The band is from the UK (for both songs, actually...) Also, it's not Physical, by Olivia Newton John XD LOL SO many people have guessed that one.

::Edit-Edit: You guys...I just checked...Physical is from '81. How was that the most guessed answer? lol