A/N: New chapter. Enjoyyy… Yeah, I'm doing pink, and I'll finish this story before I leave…

Music: 'Dance Floor Anthem' by Good Charlotte, 'Walk It Out' by DJ Unk, 'Be Without You' by Mary J. Blige, 'Summer Love (chorus)' by Justin Timberlake, 'My Love' by Justin Timberlake (for last part of the chapter)


Perfection

Pink

She sat reading at lunch time the next day, as another pink bubble grew.

It popped with a loud SNAP, and she giggled. It was amusing to her, and it also made her wonder how the elasticity of bubble gum came to be, because surely sugar-free gum couldn't be that stretchy. Hmm, this called for from real research. As her eyes traveled over the words of her book, she looked up and smiled.

Chase, Zoey, Michael and Lola all came up.

"Oh, hey guys…"

"Hey Quinn…"

She closed her book with a friendly smile. Quinn swallowed, and to find them staring at her. They hadn't meant to stare, but there was something different about her. Something they couldn't quite put their finger on.

"Quinn, did you do something to your hair?" Chase asked, eyeing her. Well, she washed it this morning, but did that count. She always wore it in down in slight curls (she couldn't resist braiding some parts, so braids were splayed all over her brunette locks), and decided to give herself straight bangs in the front (they came out better than expected), since her glasses were now non-existent. She wore a light pink headband, and smiled as another bubble gum bubble popped.

"Oh, I know…" Lola snapped her fingers. "Did you dye it?"

"Nope," she answered, shortly. Zoey decided to try.

"Did you cut it?"

Quinn shook her head with a smile, "No, but hair grows half an inch a day…"

"Right…" Michael put in, nodding slowly. "…but it does look nice on you."

"Thanks," she replied, and then sighed. "So, what's up?"

"You didn't hear?" Lola asked, quizzically, as she sat on Michael's lap. "…the annual sophomore dance is coming up. It's like prom…but for sophomores. I've always looked good in gold." Lola turned to Michael. "…baby, you okay with that?"

"Yeah, as long as I get to wear a really cool hat…"

"Dude, you're so weird," Chase said, with a laugh. He put an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "I'm not one for colour schemes but Zoey is. I like the colour green…"

"…but I like the colour blue…"

"I thought you said green brought out my eyes," he defended. "Honey, trust me. I can honestly picture you in a sleek green dress. Maybe because I'm your boyfriend and I think anything you wear is adorable, but trust me. Green will look good on you."

"Hey! I have a solution," Quinn said, taking charge. "…how about you go in a colour that is mixed of both green and blue." She tapped her chin in thought. "How about something like a teal or aquamarine?"

"Cool…" he replied, with a nod. "Zoey, you ready to rock aquamarine or teal?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Quinn, aren't you going though?" she asked the brunette. Sure, Quinn would be going.

The night sky was splattered with stars, as they walked back hand-in-hand. It was pure silence, yet Logan and Quinn found comfort in each other's company. As they walked hand-in-hand back to Fulton Hall (Logan, being the gentleman he was, decided to walk her back), they would stop in the lounge.

Before a word was spoken, he would send his lips crashing into hers. He would pull away, and gently kiss her cheek.

"'Night, Quinn…" he whispered, dangerously close to her ear. Quinn's face reddened again, but she smiled gently.

"Goodnight…"

She blew a small bubble, the pink bubble popping with a not-so-loud SNAP

"Sure, I might go…" she answered, with a knowing smile…

x x x x x x x x

English class, the last class of the day.

The one class in which the six friends had a class together. The teacher was Mr. Bellamy. Mr. Bellamy was about a younger teacher of about thirty, but had the mind of a teenager, so the students rated him as their number one teacher, only to be tied with Mr. Bender, of course.

Logan had actually wanted to do this assignment.

He never valued assignments and homework, but this particular assignment clicked so well with him, he had no idea he'd be spending three hours straight on it.

A simple opinionated essay on what he felt perfection was.

Of course, he knew he was the picture of perfection but surprisingly it was deep and almost looked as if he had thought about this topic.

"That was, um, very thought provoking, Vince…" Mr. Bellamy concluded, trying to hide an amused smile, and keep a straight face. "Now, Logan, you're up. Do your thing, man…"

Logan got out of his seat, and confidently walked to the front of the class. Quinn was pleasantly surprised, actually to see Logan did something in one of his classes, besides Chemistry. He wrote out his essay, but actually remembered every word. His head worked weirdly like that.

"No one can really be perfect. Perfection just can't be there. Perfection can be found in the most unlikely of places. You'd be saying 'no, that's BS' but it's true. It's the media's fault for making things seem all perfect and already made all the time. No disrespect to the people that actually work in the media, for example—"

"My father, Malcolm Reese," the whole class chanted in perfect unison. Seems like he had really told everyone

"Exactly," he said, with a classic cocky grin and continued, almost reverting to a serious state. "…my next point ties in with perfection, because people may not be perfect but when you find them and accept them the way they are they became easier to cherish. Perfection makes life boring. Being unpredictable and almost different doesn't. Because you know they're not in a routine, it makes you curious."

"Wow, how long did he work on that?" Zoey whispered to Chase, as she leaned over to him.

"Three hours straight last night… Threw Mike and I for a loop too…"

Mr. Bellamy could only watch in complete awe, as Logan was walking around the room.

"…it makes you want to know what takes them tick. Psychopaths aren't perfect or you would have known that he woke today and said, 'I'm bored. Let's go off some people today.' Imperfect people make you want know their thoughts, and their innermost wishes…"

Quinn thought, as she listened to him, Oh my God. The stargazers…

Logan gave her another subtle smile and he finished his essay.

"Perfection just gets in the way life's mysteries," he said, lastly. Sarah Lynn Moulder was a flirty red-head with her clones or loyal followers. She had had her eye on Logan for sometime, and now was her goal was to get Logan Reese as her date to the dance tonight.

"Mr. Bellamy, can I say something?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Sure, Sarah…" he answered, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He shot her a stern look. "Make it quick."

"I will," she replied, sending Logan a flirty look. "Logan, that essay was so… awesome. I was wondering since the dance is tonight, you and I should do together. You'll be able to find out a lot about me very soon. I assure you…"

"Slut…" Lola muttered, on purpose so Sarah would hear. Sarah's green eyes were directed on Lola very quickly.

"Watch it, Martinez…"

"Oh yeah, I'm scared of a buck-tooth two-bit whore like you," Lola retorted sarcastically. Sarah glared. Quinn smiled, and high-fived her. Logan leaned back and watched the fight unravel. He was a guy…so what if he wanted to see two girls go at each other? Michael discreetly held his girlfriend back.

"You wanna take this outside?" Sarah retorted, angered.

"Honey, you'll lose," Lola replied, with a sugar sweet smile on her face, but her voice had an undertone of menace in it. "…besides, I'm from Brooklyn. You really don't want to test me right now."

"Ok, enough," Mr. Bellamy interjected, and turned to Logan. "A plus. Just give me a written copy of your essay tomorrow. You gonna take Sarah-Lynn dance or not…?"

Quinn felt a jealousy burn up within her, but smiled fondly when she remembered what she had done to Sarah Lynn's dress and the majority of her clothes.

"Nope," Logan shrugged, and directed his gaze on Quinn. "…because I have someone else in mind."

Sarah followed his gaze and snorted with laughter, "Oh, this is rich. Quinn Pensky? You're actually considering asking her out?"

"Yeah, watch closely: Quinn, wanna go with me?"

"Yeah," she nodded, and shot a triumphant look Sarah's way. It felt good to get Sarah back, but it felt a million times better to be going with him.

He smirked, "Cool. Pick you at six then…"

Zoey and Lola shared surprised glances, but hugged their friend in congratulations. Michael and Chase sighed.

"I don't like her, man…" Michael said, imitating Logan. Chase followed suit.

"She's so not my type anyway…"

"Ok, get outta here, you crazy kids!" Mr. Bellamy dismissed his last class of the day as the bell rang.

Chase and Michael rolled their eyes and muttered, "Logan doesn't like Quinn. Yeah, right."

As the last student filed out, Mr. Bellamy closed his door, plopping into his chair. He let out a heavy sigh and massaged his temples.

"I need a fucking break…" he muttered to himself…

x x x x x x x x

Pacific Coast Academy was bustling with sophomores making a last ditch attempt to make themselves formal enough – girls got manicures and pedicures while picking out the perfect dress and boys, well, did whatever it took to look presentable for their dates. Maxwell Hall was no different and in an hour and a half, they would have to pick up their dates.

"What? Do you have to match them or what?"

"Uh, yeah. Pretty much," Chase answered, tying a teal-coloured tie. "So, what was up with you in English?"

"I'd like to know that too!" Michael's voice yelled from around the corner where the bathroom was.

Logan only could smirk as he looked into his mirror, putting his shirt on. He knew exactly what he had done. Sure, he had kissed a lot of girls for kicks, but he replayed that kiss last night over and over in his mind. Sometimes, against his will.

She was different.

No girl had ever kissed him like that before, and it made him want more.

"If you're smart, you won't question me…"

"Dude, come on…" Michael said, walking into the actual dorm. He was tying a champagne yellow tie, and straightened out his jacket, and finished it with a gold and black hat, coolly tilted to the side. "You totally asked Quinn out in front of everyone. They're still talking about it…"

Logan scoffed, "So, let 'em talk. It won't change anything."

Chase and Michael look at each other, and then at their roommate. Logan raised a questioning eyebrow. Seven years and they haven't learned not to pry? He rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I've developed something for Quinn, okay?"

"Now, we're getting somewhere…" Michael pressed, as Logan straightened out the pale pink shirt he was wearing. Ties weren't his thing anyway, but he left the first three buttons of his shirt undone, and a simple black jacket was put on top, also undone.

"And this thing is," Logan sighed, looking down and then back up again. "I'll talk but what I'm about to say, stays in the room. If either of you breathe a word, I'll kill you…"

The boys did a three-way handshake to seal the deal.

He may have developed it.

He knew he shouldn't have. Never in a million years did he plan this. Logan planned a lot of things, but never this. He knew he shouldn't have kissed her, just like he knew as a child not to mix baking soda and vinegar together or it would fizzle out of control, but he felt this 'feeling' anyway. The side effects didn't matter to him. Most consequences didn't anyway…

Logan was fucking enamored with Quinn for Christ's sake…

"I think I love her…" he admitted more to himself than his roommates, finally.

x x x x x x x x

The girls of Fulton HallaHaHa were just as busy, getting ready. Lola had just slipped on her golden dress just after styling her brunette hair. Just for artistic flair, she added a touch of gold body glitter. If you looked closely, Lola's hair had golden glitter in the strands. Zoey was busy doing her make-up to co-ordinate nicely with her strapless teal dress, flowing nicely on her body. Her usually dirty blonde hair was worn up in a reserved bun, with chandelier earrings to match.

Lola laughed, as she added some blush on her cheeks, "Even Rebecca got a date…"

"Who?" Zoey asked, putting on some eyeliner. Tonight was a special night, so she bit her tongue from saying from something mean. Chase was hers, and that's all that mattered. She chuckled lightly. "…now, I know Rebecca isn't a treat to me and Chase if someone else is occupying her. Who's the unlucky guy?"

"Vince Blake," the aspiring actress answered, with a snort of laughter. "Funny, isn't it?"

"Yeah…"

"From what I hear, they've been a couple since after that whole blackmail ugliness happened…" Lola explained. "It's all thanks to you and Chase, basically. Rebecca hates you, and Vince practically hates Chase. You're the reason that found love in each other."

Zoey shot her friend a confused look, "Maybe if you put it that way…"

"Quinn!" Lola called, as she strapped on her heels to match the dress. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'm almost done," she answered, yelling slightly and then turned her attention on the mirror in front of her. Her aunt Lisa made this dress for her, a deep sweetheart pink colour. It was beautiful to say the least. The dress wasn't really a dress, more of a gown that had somewhat of a train in the back. Heels of the same colour graced her feet (she had spent the week practicing how to walk in them), and she smiled gently. The dress was far different from anything she would wear, but a new philosophy was adopted.

Life was about taking risks. Her glasses were gone so why stop the momentum?

The halter dress hugged her curves, and she discovered a curve she never knew she had. She turned around, discovering there was a smooth curve that went down from her mid-back to her lower back. The dress made sure of that.

Sparkly pink hoops were in her ears, and her brunette hair was worn down in soft curls that fluffed around her shoulders. Her bangs were still straight and intact. Lola did her make-up as Zoey did her hair. They did a really good job, she would admit. Quinn's lips gleamed with a pale pink, her brown eyes outlined with eyeliner and mascara.

Lola made her eyes look smoky with pale pink eye shadow.

A knock on the door of Room 101 sounded, and Zoey walked over to get the door. When she opened it, she saw three very sharp-looking boys.

"Wow, you guys looking awesome…"

Chase kissed her cheek, and put a corsage on her wrist, "You look gorgeous, Zoe."

"I'm not gonna lie. You look really pretty," Michael agreed. "I decided to wear sneakers, but they're shiny and new. So it works…for me anyway. Dance floor comfort."

"Hey," Lola greeted, brightly, hugging Logan and Chase, and kissing Michael on the lips. She caught sight on the hat. "Pretty slick."

"I told you she'd like it…" Michael said, looking at his roommates. He smiled, putting a yellow flower corsage on his girlfriend's wrist and kissed her cheek.

Logan put a hand to his heart and faked hurt, "Don't tell me my date isn't among these beauties?"

"She's right here…" a voice said, making them turn around. The sight made them shocked.

"No, seriously, where's Quinn?" Michael questioned, looking around. Lola swatted him on the shoulder, as Zoey shot him a disapproving look.

"That is Quinn!" she answered, and squealed, hugging her friend. "You look so pretty in that dress. Oh my God!"

"Wow, Quinn, you look beautiful…" Chase said, genuinely.

"It's not too much?" she questioned, uncertainly.

They shook their heads no. Chase and Michael figured they should leave the two alone. They shot Logan a look, and left escorting their girlfriends to the dance.

"What was that about? He hasn't said anything to her yet," Lola questioned, as she was on Michael's arm. Zoey and Chase walked beside them.

"I think I love her…"

Chase laughed quietly, as the four neared the gymnasium, where loud music was already being played.

"You don't want to know…"

x x x x x x x

Logan was speechless. The way the dress accented her body and her curves, and made her sparkle. Long story short, Quinn was hot…

"Logan, well…" she questioned, turning around as the pink fabric danced around her when she turned. He walked up to her, finally breaking free from the trance she had unknowingly put him in. She sighed. "I knew it was too much, and I tried – "

He kissed her on the cheek, and put a pink corsage on her wrist.

"You look absolutely stunning," he replied, with a half-smile. He extended her arm towards her. "Shall we?"

She giggled, holding a matching clutch purse with a digital camera in it, and took his arm.

"We shall…" she answered, with a grin, and they left Fulton Hall, Room 101 with the dorm door closing behind them.

As they walked, he couldn't help but intertwine his fingers with hers.

It just felt… perfect.

x x x x x x x x

Two hours into the night, and she was showered with compliments, and the other object of every other girl's jealousy, as it was her that arrived on Logan Reese's arm, and not them. Zoey and Chase were on the floor, dancing to Good Charlotte's, Dance Floor Anthem together with Quinn and Logan. Surprisingly, she was a good dancer.

They were happy, and having a good time.

Zoey and Chase were goofing off and having a good time. Strangely enough, Rebecca came over to them, holding Vince's hand, said a quick "hello", made some small talk and left.

Their reason: it was a special night, and for once they could put their differences aside, but tomorrow both couples had to forget they had been friendly to each other, for once and go back to butting heads. It kept things in balance that way. Chase and Zoey saw this as a plausible reason, and agreed.

Michael and Lola had been on the floor all night, but now they were occupied. It was Lola wearing Michael's hat. She sat on his lap, as his arm around his dainty waist, and they made out, quite heatedly.

"God, you'd think you guys were surgically attached at the lips…" Logan joked, with a smirk. Michael and Lola pulled apart.

"Ha, you think you're funny, right?"

"Yeah, Mike, yes, I do," he answered, with that smirk on his face as he shrugged. "…and a lot of things."

"Okay, folks! This jam is for all the fellas and girls out there that like to Walk It Out!" the DJ introduced with the microphone. In a flash, Michael was on the dance floor, popping and locking when the music started.

"God, now he's doing the Harlem Shake…" Logan said, as he got a closer look. "He'll krump any minute now…"

"That's my boyfriend for you…" Lola said, with a laugh as Chase, Zoey and Quinn came into her line of version.

"West Side, walk it out, South Side walk it out, East Side, walk it out, North Side, walk it out…"

"Michael's on the floor…again…" Chase said, with a sigh. Quinn laughed.

"I'm starting to think he's intoxicated or if it's just a medical condition."

Zoey giggled, as Michael began to krump, "It probably is…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, now walk it out, whoa, whoa, whoa, now walk it out, I said do it how you do go on walk it out…eeyyyy…"

Michael came over to his friends as they all looked at him with amused looks on their faces.

"And that (pant) is how you (pant) dance…" he said, tiredly but matter-of-factly. They laughed as he headed over to the buffet table. They heard him yell, "What? A brotha can't get any more shrimp after dancin' like that? This is an outrage. I think I'm entitled to shrimp! What part of 'all-you-can-eat' don't you get, huh?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend, Michael Barrett," Lola 'introduced' as they continue to laugh…

x x x x x x x

Three hours in the night.

Chase's tie was loosened and some buttons had been undone from his shirt. Logan had taken off his jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to about elbow-length. Due to foot cramps, the girls had peeled off their heels and now there was a pile of assorted stilettos and high heeled shoes.

"Okay, Stringrays… we're gonna slow things down a notch," the DJ said, trying to smooth. The lights were dimmed. "Okay, guys get your girls on the dance floor for the last dance of the night. This is the last slow jam…"

Chase got Zoey, and not too far on Michael could be seen walking on the dance floor with Lola as the sound of violins and soft began. Even Rebecca and Vince seemed to enjoying each other.

Logan grabbed Quinn's hand, as he placed his arms around waist. She smiled, and put her arms around his neck as they lightly swayed to the music and the voice of Mary J. Blige.

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you, (Oh, oh, oh, oh), I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you, (Oh, oh, oh, oh), Oooo (oh, oh, oh, oh) oooo

He pulled her close to him, as they danced as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Logan, I have a question…" she said, suddenly. Though the music was loud, they could hear each other at the closer proximity.

"Shoot…"

"Why me?" she asked, with her arms still around his neck. All night, she had pondered this question, trying to evaluate what she felt for him. She felt something for him. For crying out loud, they had kissed almost four times already.

"Come on," he replied, taking her hand and going out. She carried her pink-coloured heels with her. She was aware she was barefoot now, but that didn't matter. All of this depended on whether she'd be the happiest girl alive or whether she'd be so shattered she'd want to just curl up and die. All of this depended on him.

No pressure.

Chemistry was crazy from the get-go, Neither one of us knew why, We didn't build nothing overnight, Cuz a love like this takes some time, People swore it off as a phase, Said we can't see that, Now from top to bottom, They see that we did that (yes), It's so true that (yes), We got real shit (yes), See baby we been…

The gymnasium door closed, as they sat down on a nearby bench, and she sighed.

"Logan, we didn't plan this. I know I didn't. I thought it would be about the free throws and torturing you, and that was it. No repercussions…nothing," she said, staring into his eyes as tears began to show in her own.

"I didn't either. I was just so mean to you and I thought nothing would happen if I was that way… if I continued to tease you. And I did, and there you were at the court…" he trailed off. He looked down to see Quinn place her hand over his.

"…but something happened to me after the free throws, and I had Mark at the time. I don't know. You were dangerous, kind of like a High Voltage sign on a door…"

Logan smirked, good-naturedly, "I really am electrifying, aren't I?"

"You know what I mean," Quinn replied, lightly swatting his shoulder. She sighed, holding up four fingers to emphasize her point. "Four times, we've kissed, okay? So, I have a question, where do we go from here?"

"Well, I realized something tonight. I never thought I'd fall anyone as hard as I did for Dana. Everyday, I'd hope that maybe one day, she'd come back. I hated you guys for using Lola as a substitute, but I decided it was useless, because Lola really hadn't done anything to have me hate her. Then I wake up to have French ambassador call me of all people to tell me that she'd been in an car accident," Logan told her, as some moments were still hard for him to relive. "…and was, uh, pronounced dead at the scene. You know where?"

"Where?" she asked, quietly. Dana had been her friend too, so she felt his pain. They all did, well, anyone that knew Dana anyway.

"The exact same tunnel Princess Diana died at…"

"That's creepy," she said, more to herself.

"…I didn't know it, but anpther girl helped me heal," he said, taking Quinn's hand in his. "I understand if you want to doubt me. A lot of people do, just going by what they see me do. They see acted as a jerk, a player…so if you want to doubt me, I won't stop you."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "So, what now?"

Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby), And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby), Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel, Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it, Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby…

"Well, I'm going to come right out and say it…"

Five words made her view on Logan, change completely.

"I'm love with you," he said, finally. Quinn looked at him, in tears. What? "I thought you would have been happy, and you're crying. Perfect…"

"No, no," she corrected, quickly and sniffled. "Logan, these are tears of joy. The feelings are reciprocal…"

"Recipo- what?"

She laughed, "It means… I've fallen for you too, Logan."

"Can I kiss you now or what?" he smirked, looking Quinn up and down. "…because I've been wanting to do that all night…"

"What held you back, then? Fear?"

"Me? Scared?" he playfully rolled his eyes. "You wish, Pensky… I have no fear."

"Prove you're not scared," Quinn teased, with a smile, as she leaned into him. Logan smirked only mere inches against her lips.

"I think I will…" he whispered huskily, as he captured her lips in his own…

Quinn reacted quickly, kissing him back. His tongue swept across her lip, as he gently bit her bottom lip. Her hands combed through his curly hair, and he had discovered the curve in her back, as he traced the shape of it with his finger. It made shiver, and let out a small moan into his mouth.

He took the opportunity to do battle, as his tongue was suddenly caressed by hers. Who knew she was a good kisser? No research intended, she thought as she continued to make out with him.

Logan lined hot fiery kisses on her neck. Now, their hair was a disheleved mess, as they pulled away. Her make-up smudged, and his shirt not so straight.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, still very overcome with desire for the science prodigy in front of him.

"We need to go…" she said, breathlessly. She snapped her fingers. "The beach!"

"Okay, then, let's ditch this place!"

The newly-formed couple could only look at each other, and take off running to the beach hand-in-hand.

x x x x x x x

"Aww, that's so cute…" Lola cooed, watching Logan and Quinn run off hand in hand.

"Yeah," Zoey agreed, a grin on her face. Michael spoke.

"Cute or not, if they do the nasty, they'd better keep it away from the dorm…more importantly away from the beds."

"Aw, dude, thanks. That was one mental image I didn't need to picture," Chase said, sarcastically shaking his head. Oh yeah, he was bugging Logan about this tomorrow…

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm just cranky about the shrimp, okay? You can't put a limit on buffets. It's the system!" Michael pouted. Lola sighed, and kissed him on the lips. He smiled putting an arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair. "…and strangely I'm not so worried about the shrimp anymore."

Zoey smiled, and shook her head at Michael, "Gee, I wonder why…"

x x x x x x x

They sat on the beach, enjoying the other's presence.

She had his jacket on her shoulders, as she leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her. The waves crashing against the shore became their own free, naturally made soundtrack.

Quinn never understood the colour pink at all, only that it was a mix of red and white. Maybe there was a psychological analysis to pink. Red was a fiery colour, and white only tames its metaphoric flames.

Maybe, she thought with a quiet sigh.

"Thanks, Logan," she whispered, softly and kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome but for what?" he wanted to know.

"For making this night perfect," she replied, with a small smile playing on her lips.

Logan smiled back and lightly kissed her brunette locks.

Among so many things she had been right about, he had to admit, this night had been perfect


A/N: Nice and long. A bit too long but I didn't want to leave any details out.

Next colour: Grey.

The story's almost over, people. Three more chapters left.

After this, review my newest creation, Beyond the Bullet. I'm quite proud of it, as I am of this, despite the pairing. I'll be thinking up a DL drabble, however, very soon. I'm off to bed, but good news is I just had a brainstorm hit for Clash of the Secrets, so I'm busting my tail on it.

I didn't put too much emphasis on the colour this time, but I hope you like it anyway.

I liked writing this chapter. Michael's hilarious…

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-Erika