The restaurant they were in wasn't an extremely fancy place, but it was very nice. Then again, Spencer had a feeling he would have thought anywhere was nice at the moment so long as he was with Morgan. His brain couldn't seem to stop thinking about their conversation in the car while his heart couldn't stop celebrating at the turn of events. For all intents and purposes, he and Morgan were dating right now. Dating! Not just fake dating, either. But real dating. At least, as real as can be in their current situation.
Logically he knew he should be feeling guilty over this. He shouldn't be letting it happen for a whole bunch of reasons. The main one being that he was already in a relationship. Tied with that was the potential for what Michael would do if he found out about this. Those threats were still clear in Spencer's mind. But there was something about being with Morgan that had always made Spencer feel a little bit safer. Who wouldn't feel safe around Morgan? The man can destroy doors with just the kick of a foot. That amusing thought had Spencer snickering to himself.
Across from him, Morgan smiled. "What's got you chuckling, pretty boy?" he asked. His eyes sparkled with good humor. For just a second Spencer stared at him, wearing a silly smile. How had he got so lucky as to have a man as wonderful and attractive as Morgan interested in him? It was mind boggling.
Abruptly he remembered Morgan's question. "Oh! Sorry." Again, that darn blush. To cover embarrassment, he resorted to humor. "Sometimes I just think funny things." He quipped, quoting a favorite movie of his.
To his immense surprise, Morgan held a hand out over the table and seriously said "Spencer, will you take my hand?"
"That would leave you with one." Spencer replied just as seriously. Then he let out a laugh, echoed by Morgan's warm chuckle. The younger man sat back in the booth to look at his best friend. "You've seen Arthur?"
"Seriously? Who hasn't seen Arthur? That movie is a classic." Morgan insisted. "Dudley Moore is hilarious. Actually, I'm surprised you've seen it. That's not something I would have pegged as being your style."
Spencer looked around to make sure no one was close before he shrugged and said "It was one of my mom's favorites. She thought Dudley Moore was a very handsome man."
The two were interrupted when the waitress came over, offering them menus and taking their dink orders. It didn't escape Spencer's notice that the woman, a pretty little brunette with dark eyes and a very curvy figure, tried to flirt with Morgan. Just like he saw how Morgan ignored her overtures. It warmed him inside and had him flushing slightly. Both stuck agreed on coffee as their drink.
A sudden grin split Morgan's face as he looked over his menu. There was a twinkle to his eyes that Spencer loved to see. "Why don't we order like we used to do?" The older man asked. It took a second for it to click in Spencer's brain and then he was chuckling. Back when he and Morgan first started becoming good friends, they'd started to go to lunch together daily at work. Then, as time went on, it became a tradition. But one afternoon Morgan had insisted he knew what Spencer would order, no matter where they went, and Spencer had argued that he wasn't the predictable one of the two. So they'd made a deal to order for one another by pointing at the menu to the waitress so the other couldn't see until the food arrived. Then they would see who had gotten it right. Only once on both their parts could Spencer remember them ever getting it wrong.
He opened his menu, slanting a look over at Morgan. "Bet I can still do it." He said teasingly.
"We'll just see about that, pretty boy."
By the time the waitress, whose nametag read Melinda, came back, the two had made their choices for each other. She poured their coffee and set the carafe on the table so they could pour more as needed. After she did that, she looked to them and asked "Are you ready to order, gentlemen?" She looked kind of surprised when Morgan crooked his finger at her. She bent down toward him, smiling flirtatiously, obviously thinking something that Spencer could just bet was naughty. When Morgan brought a hand up to point at the menu, Spencer dutifully looked away. That had been another rule they'd had; it was only fair. That way the other one couldn't look at the menu where the person had pointed and see what was chosen. "That one is for him." Morgan told the woman, flashing her a charming grin. "We're picking for each other as a surprise."
Melinda pulled back, her eyes showing her confusion for just a moment. Giving her a smile of his own, Spencer turned his menu and pointed at the mixed grill dish, which had skewers of grilled marinated steak and chicken with rosemary demi-glace. It came with grilled vegetables and Tuscan potatoes. He knew for a fact Morgan would love it.
In the end, both of them had to admit that they still knew each other well. Morgan loved his mixed grill and Spencer practically devoured the chicken scampi dish that Morgan had picked for him. Their plates were cleared away and they sat, drinking their coffee and just enjoying talking. Conversation thorough dinner had been easy and relaxed. For Spencer, it was almost like the old days, back before Michael had come into his life and changed everything.
They'd just started discussing what to do the next few days when a voice interrupted their conversation. "Oh, wow. Hey! Imagine seeing you two here."
Spencer looked up to find the source of the voice and was surprised to see the boy from the store, Timmy, come walking over to their table. There was a pretty little blond on his arm, smiling kindly at them both. He walked right up to their table and smiled down at them. "Good to see you two out." Timmy said with a smile. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you too much, Spencer."
Red stained Spencer's cheeks for a moment. "I'm perfectly fine." Spencer lied easily. A shy smile was on his lips. "It was my fault, anyways. Good to see that you're ok, too."
"We were just leaving and I saw you two. I'm sorry for interrupting your meal." Timmy said quickly. "I just wanted to say hi. Oh, uh, this is my fiancée, Trisha. Trisha, this is Spencer and…Derek. Did I get that right?" The poor guy looked so flustered that the two agents took pity on him and smiled. "Yeah, you did." Morgan said easily. He stood up, as his manners dictated, and held his hand out to Trisha. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."
For his part, Spencer raised his hand and gave a little wave. She looked surprised by it, but she smiled and waved back. "It's nice to meet the both of you. Usually the people Timmy runs into aren't as understanding as I hear you were." She said with a teasing look to her partner, who was turning red.
Morgan tipped his head back and laughed. "He wasn't even our first mishap in the store." He told Trisha. "Spencer here has a tendency to forget the world around him when he thinks. Well, anytime, really. I had to move him out of a lady's way because he spaced out in the aisle."
"Derek!" Spencer hissed, his face on fire with his blush. Reaching out, he smacked his friend's arm. "Quit picking on me!"
"You make it so easy though, sugar." Morgan caught Spencer's hand, drawing it over to kiss his knuckles before winking at him. "You're cute when you're flustered, too."
Spencer resisted pulling his hand back as he usually would have done. He tried to remind himself that they were playing a part. They had to stay in character. "You say that about any look I get." He shot back. "It's still no excuse to embarrass me in front of people we barely know."
"You like it." Morgan taunted.
Spencer rolled his eyes. "I think maybe you're the one that took a fall today. Did you hit your head on anything?"
"Ha, ha. Aren't you just a riot?" The sarcastic words were countered by the loving smile that Morgan sent his way. He left their hands joined, resting them on the table as he turned to look at Timmy and Trisha who were both grinning at them. "Please, ignore the boy wonder over here. He gets snarky when he gets embarrassed."
"Oh, it's no problem!" Trisha assured them. Suddenly her face lit up. "Hey, I apologize if I sound kind of forward, but are you two doing anything when you're done? Timmy and I, we were going to go check out the club down the road. A few drinks, some dancing. Just sounded like a good time. If you two are free, you should come with us. From what I hear, it's a pretty mixed club, so you won't be the only gay couple there."
Everything inside of Spencer wanted to groan and hide. A club? Seriously? The last thing he wanted to do was go and embarrass himself even further inside of a club. But it would get them out into the public eye, which they needed to do. All the other couples had been openly dating and considered at least somewhat social. That meant that Spencer couldn't just hide at home if he wanted to do this job. Plus, one look at Morgan showed him that his best friend wanted to go out. Most likely he was craving the crowds and the noise and the music.
So, for the sake of the job and to make the person he loved happy, Spencer made himself smile at the couple by the table. "We're actually finished eating. We were just sitting here debating what to do with our evening. A club sounds kind of nice, don't you think, Derek?"
If Morgan was surprised, he hid it well. "It's been a while since I've been able to dance. I'd love to go down and let loose for a little while."
"It's settled then!" Trisha said happily. "The restaurant lets people park here so long as they ate here and the club is only two blocks down. So if you two don't mind walking, we can all leave our cars here and walk on down."
Morgan looked to Spencer, winking at him. "Let's go pay, sugar, and then let's go dance!"
The four people moved to the front where Morgan paid for his and Spencer's dinner. Then they headed outside together, Trisha talking animatedly as they stepped out the door. Almost instantly Spencer gave a shiver. Morgan shifted automatically and draped his arm over Spencer's shoulders, drawing him close. In return, Spencer slid his arm around Morgan's waist so that they were hugged close to one another. It warmed him up quite a bit.
"So what brings you to here?" Timmy asked politely. He and Trisha were walking almost identical to Morgan and Spencer. For a single second, Spencer smiled to himself. If the way they walked was any indicator, then apparently he was the 'female' in his and Morgan's relationship. Timmy had his arm over Trisha's shoulders the same as Morgan did Spencer's.
Morgan was the one to answer for him. "Spencer's starting college here shortly. I just kind of came along for the ride. I wouldn't let him travel across the country without me."
"Trisha and I are both on our second year here." Timmy said. He leaned forward to look around Morgan and at Spencer. "Do you know what you're majoring in yet?"
"I'm here to get my Ph.D. in applied linguistics." Spencer supplied. "I'm really looking forward to starting classes. Actually, linguistics is a very interesting subject…" He cut off abruptly, feeling the slight squeeze from Morgan that was warning him to be quiet. Right. No rattling off facts and rambling at people. He wasn't supposed to be a genius here. He was supposed to just be an average kid. To cover his little slip, he offered the two a shy smile. "Sorry. I'm just a little bit of a nerd. I'm excited to start school."
"I am too." Trisha said. "I'm actually in my second year for the same major, Spencer. I might see you in a class or two."
"Really?" That drew Spencer's interest. "Do you enjoy the course work?"
"Oh, immensely."
Timmy held a hand up, cutting them off before they could get started. "Trust me, you don't want to get her started, Spencer. She will go on all day, telling you all about the classes and what she's learning, even if you don't understand half of it."
"You do the same thing." Trisha said, poking his side. "Timmy's studying for a Ph.D. in chemistry."
This time Spencer really needed Morgan's squeeze of warning to keep his mouth shut. The academic in him instantly wanted to get into a discussion on a topic he so enjoyed. It was hard to hold it in and bite his tongue. Luckily, they'd reached the front of the club by then. After showing their ID's and getting their hands stamped, the two couples walked inside of the club known as City Limits.
Instantly the music was pulsing around them. Lights were flashing from the stage area where a live band was playing and bodies were pressed together on the dance floor. It was an adult's playground and one of the last places Spencer really wanted to be. He felt Morgan shift a little and then he was right by Spencer's ear. "Why don't I stay the designated driver tonight, sugar? Go ahead, have a few drinks. It might make it ache a little less while we're out there. Are you really sure you're up for faking dancing with your body being so sore?"
Spencer turned and made himself get past his embarrassment at public displays of affection to kiss Morgan briefly. "I'm fine!" he insisted over the loud music. "But I'll take you up on that drink."
Laughing, Morgan tugged him toward the bar, Timmy and Trisha following behind them. "Come on then, pretty boy. Let's get you a drink!"
After one drink, Morgan somehow convinced Spencer to head out to the floor with him. The younger man was beyond nervous about it, knowing that he wasn't a good dancer. The last thing he wanted to do was make a fool of himself. But Morgan dragged him right out in the middle of the crowd and took hold of his hips, pulling them close to one another, and Spencer found he couldn't think of anything beyond the music and Morgan's body pressed against his. It was easy to dance when the hands on your hips were guiding you.
"You're not as bad a dancer as you claim." Morgan said in his ear. He had Spencer's back pulled flush against him, their bodies twisting and grinding together in a way that Spencer thought should be illegal in public. But the others around them were dancing the same exact way.
Spencer rode on instinct and tipped his head back a little to rest on Morgan's shoulder. "You make it seem easy. Usually I've tripped over something by now."
He felt more than heard Morgan chuckle. The arm around his waist tightened for a second. Then Morgan was asking "You'll tell me if you start to hurt, right? I don't want to end up hurting you, pretty boy."
"I'm fine." He answered. And he was. Nothing had ever felt as good as moving like this with Morgan. Yes, there was a blush staining his cheeks at acting this way in public, in front of so many other people, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself.
They stayed out there for a few songs. Spencer found himself relaxing in ways he hadn't even known he could. Usually by now he was beyond nervous in this kind of a public situation. By now he'd be almost dying to get home. But as they made their way back toward the table, Spencer found he was actually grinning, his hand still loosely linked with Morgan's.
"I told you, you don't have to come over with me." Spencer said with a laugh. He turned, leaning into Morgan and grinning up at him. "Go out there and go dance with our new friends. I just need a minute, that's all."
Morgan looked like he was debating it for a moment. It was easy to see the indecision in his eyes. Normal couples would be ok with splitting up for a few. Spencer knew that Morgan wasn't entirely comfortable with it, knowing what was potentially going to come after them at some point. But it was too early in the timeline for their Unsub to start hunting them directly. They were plenty safe.
He saw when Morgan reached his decision. He hooked an arm around Spencer's waist, pulling him in for a kiss that left the younger man breathless. "Hurry back." He told him when he pulled apart. For a moment all Spencer could do was watch his friend walk away and wait for his system to level. One single thought popped into his mind as he watched Morgan move onto the floor. Damn, that man looks good. Then he blushed at his own thoughts.
Shaking his head, Spencer started toward the bar to order himself another drink and to take a breather. His body really was starting to get a little sore, though he didn't want to tell Morgan that. For the first time in such a long time, Spencer was having fun. Not just that, but he was hanging out with his best friend, something he'd always enjoyed. And he was not only having fun, but having it in public. That was a big thing for him.
Vibrations from his pocket alerted Spencer to the fact that his phone was ringing. He pulled it out and looked at the screen, seeing the number for Garcia, labeled as Misty, a name she'd picked for her persona in his 'life'. Misty was supposedly a childhood friend of Spencer's. Lifting his head, Spencer caught Morgan's eye over on the dance floor—secretly pleased to see that Morgan had been watching him—where Morgan, Trisha and Timmy were dancing. He gestured to his phone and pointed toward the bathrooms, the only quiet place he could think of. Morgan nodded to show he understood and Spencer took off toward the bathrooms quickly, flipping his phone open. "Just a second, Misty!" he called over the music. "I need to get somewhere quieter."
A moment later he stepped into the bathroom, grateful when he saw it was empty. "Ok, I can hear you now. What's going on?"
"Enjoying clubbing, my little marshmallow?"
Little marshmallow? Wow, where on earth did she come up with these things? Spencer rolled his eyes while he leaned against the counter by the sink. "Oh, you know me. Public places are so my thing." The sarcasm was subtle, but she caught it and laughed. "Don't I know it. Well, enough of the chit chat. I wanted to update you on what's going on here. Yours truly finally managed to hack the video stream from your house without being noticed. I'm a ghost in the system, thank you very much."
"Really?" A smile curved Spencer's lips. "That's great! Did you get anything good from it?"
"Not so far. All I've really got is the video. I can see the live stream but I can't access yet who is watching it. This little creep is smart, I'll give him that much. I can see his screen name and that he's the domain owner. No one else apparently has access to it. But I can't trace him to find out where he is or who he is, so I can't verify it's your creepy car guy."
Damn. He tried to remind himself that this was one step closer. The process was going to be slow. This wasn't going to just suddenly be solved. Even if they linked it to the guy, they would have a more solid case if they let him actually try to come take them or if they could find a way to link him to the other murders. There was no evidence so far to tie him to them. If they brought him in on their current suspicions, it would be easy for him to wrangle out of it and then cut his losses and run. That was the last thing they wanted. They needed this case to be airtight. "Well, I have faith in you, Misty." Spencer reassured her. "No one's as good as you are. I'm sure you'll get it eventually."
Garcia practically cooed in his ear. "Aren't you just the sweet talker? Keep this up and I may take you home myself when this is all done."
His smile vanished, replaced by an embarrassed scowl. "I'm not a puppy, Misty. You can't just take me home and pet me when you feel in the mood for your brand of 'cuteness'."
"Why not? I'd brush your hair, walk you, feed you, dress you…"
"Agh!" He cut in. "No thank you. I'm quite content being a human being."
"Spoilsport." But she laughed, the sound infectious enough that he couldn't resist smiling again. "Anyways, back to work. We also found two other houses being watched on the cams, but only one other couple seems to fit the criteria. So far yours and this other couple are the ones being watched the most, but your house seems to be being watched more since yesterday. So, congrats. You've barely been there and already he's hooked on my two gorgeous boys. Hotch says well done and to keep doing what you're doing, as it seems to be keeping his interest."
"Sounds good." Or creepy. Logically he knew it was good that the guy was hooked on them instead of the other couple. That was what they wanted. But it was creepy to know that something about them had caught the guy's interest that quickly. It made Spencer want to go home and shower for at least an hour. "And your friends, they're ok too?" He tried to phrase that right, in case someone was outside listening in.
"Yeah, honey, they're fine. Don't worry. Boss man ordered protection on them so they're being watched too. It's hard to watch you guys there without raising suspicions, though. That's the part Hotch hates the most. Luckily the police presence is expected in the community, so cop cars won't look suspicious cruising the streets. Don't worry, everyone is on this. We're keeping an eye on them and on you, boy genius. It'll be easier now that I can view the videos too. I have them constantly streaming on one of my computers, so someone is always watching."
Always? That made Spencer's stomach clench a little. He was private on a good day; with the problems he was having with Michael and this newfound thing with Morgan, he wanted to be even more private. But that wasn't realistic right now. Focus on the case, you nerd. He chastised himself. That's why you're here, remember? Not just to have fun with Morgan. You're here to WORK. "That's cool. Glad to hear they're all right. I wouldn't want anything to happen to them. Now, was there anything else you needed? I should probably get back out there before Derek starts imagining all sorts of things happening with me being gone for so long. You know how he gets."
Her laugh bubbled over the line again. "Isn't that the truth? That hunky man is so overprotective of you it's adorable! I'll let you get back out there. Enjoy getting your groove thang on, sexy doctor of mine."
"Yeah, yeah, like that'll happen. How long have you known me for?" He teased back, not wanting to tell her that he'd been dancing the entire time he was here. Knowing her, she'd go pull up the security footage and post a copy of the video everywhere.
"Too true! Well, loosen up a little. Remember, you're not your usual adorable awkward self. You'll have to get out there and dance. I can get eyes on the club, baby doll, so you better believe I'll be watching! You better dance at least once!" Ah, see, too late. She's already going to watch you. You, Spencer, are screwed. You'll never live this down if she shows it to anyone. But, hell, at least you're having fun.
"Yes, ma'am."
His sarcastic reply just made her laugh once more. "Oh, one more thing, Reid. I convinced Hotch that college kids don't call every single day to talk to their dads, so you don't need to check in tonight and tomorrow you're supposed to call Emily to do your check in. She's listed as…"
"Zia. Yeah, I'll call her tomorrow. Tell her I miss her too. I miss having someone to play games with."
"Aww, sweetie. I'm sure she'll totally play a million games with you when you come home. She'll be happy to hear that." Garcia said sweetly. She knew that, before Michael, it had been common for Emily and Spencer to get together and play board games or trivia games together. He had barely done it since he and Michael had started dating and he'd hated seeing the hurt in Emily's eyes each time he'd declined playing. It was really something he missed and something he wanted to get back into. But he'd been afraid that Michael would get jealous and that Emily would notice something off about him, so he'd pulled back. Now…he really did want her to know he missed that. It wasn't much in the way of an apology, but it was the best he could do right now. "Thanks, Misty."
"No problem. When you call tomorrow, I'll give you the skinny on this Timmy guy, too. I've got him running through the system right now."
Now, that didn't surprise Spencer. He'd expected it almost as soon as he'd left the grocery store after crashing into the guy. Garcia would check out anyone that got close to them right now. Not only as part of the case, but as a protective friend. "Ok. I'll talk to you later, Misty. Have a good night."
"You too, honey bun!"
When Spencer hung up the phone, he was chuckling lightly to himself. Garcia never failed to leave a person with a smile. It was just one of the wonderful traits she had.
He made his way back out to the main part of the club, wincing a little as he walked. The bruises on his backside combined with the hit he'd taken on it today were starting to make him just a little bit tender. Instead of heading straight to Morgan, he made his way to the bar and ordered himself another drink. He'd just started to take a drink when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Instinctively he flinched, his head whipping around to see who it was, his eyes going wide with the sensation of panic.
Morgan stood behind him, his wide grin wiping away when he read the look on Spencer's face. Almost instantly he was turning the younger man around, cradling him close. Spencer closed his eyes in embarrassment at jumping from just a simple touch. He hadn't been able to help it. Michael frequently came up behind him at home, wrapping around him to try and start something that Spencer never wanted to have to finish, but never had a choice about. He'd reacted without thinking. "Sorry." He mumbled. He let Morgan pull him in close, shifting his arms to wrap around Morgan's neck, giving his face a place to hide. Morgan rubbed soothingly at his back. "No, pretty boy, I'm sorry. Didn't think about startling you."
When Morgan turned his head, Spencer felt his lips brush against his neck and had to resist quivering in his arms. Not from fear this time, but from enjoyment. What was it about Morgan that just seemed to light all these fires in him? Is this how it's supposed to feel? He wondered to himself. Is love supposed to make these butterflies dance in your stomach? Make you turned on by something as simple as a brush of lips against skin? It's never like this with Michael. He never made me feel half the things that Morgan has. His kisses never made my toes curl.
"You're thinking too hard." Morgan murmured. His lips moved up and he nipped lightly at Spencer's ear. This time the younger man could stop the little shiver it caused. He felt Morgan's lips curve before he did it again, making Spencer shiver once more. "Now, that's better."
"Derek, we're in public." Not that he wanted him to stop. These feelings, this desire, were so new and foreign to Spencer. He didn't want it to ever stop.
When Morgan ran his tongue against the skin under Spencer's ear, the young man barely kept the moan behind his lips. "Then why don't we take this home, pretty boy?"
Was this part of the act? He'd told Morgan earlier that he couldn't, well…he couldn't really do anything like that. Not with his body still healing from Michael. It had to just be for their cover. But Morgan was deliberately turning him on here, which made Spencer question which was true. Was this the act or was Morgan serious?
This time the little nip was to his neck. "You're doing it again." Morgan teased him. "I'm not going to ask anything from you that you aren't ready to give, Spencer. And I remember what you said earlier. I know what you can't do. But can't a guy look forward to at least getting to make out with his pretty boy, even if there will be an audience?"
Oh, God. If he wasn't turned on before, he definitely was now. Morgan's voice was low, with this deep, husky sound to it that sent chills down Spencer's spine. He turned his head in, letting their cheeks rub against one another, and tried to screw up his courage. "Take me home, then." He managed to say. He heard Morgan's sharp intake of breath and then he found himself moving, tucked under Morgan's arm again as they headed for the exit.
When they were outside, he tipped his head to look at his friend. "What about Timmy and Trisha? We can't just bail on them."
"I told them we were leaving when I came to find you, Spencer. Don't worry."
"Oh." Well, that was nice. A little more at ease, he put his arm around Morgan's waist and snuggled in a little. The night was cold and Morgan's body was warm. As they walked, Spencer found himself relaxing again, his mind going almost quiet. It was a sensation he rarely ever experienced. With a smile on his lips, he tipped his head to rest against Morgan's shoulder. "You know, I had a good time tonight." He admitted.
Morgan turned just enough to kiss his forehead. "I noticed. You realize I'm going to drag you out dancing more now, right? For someone who claimed he didn't know how to dance, you sure were moving out there."
"It's easy to move with the right person leading."
He almost squeaked with surprise when suddenly he found himself turned, pressed chest to chest with Morgan who was looking at him with an almost predatory look in his eyes. One arm slid around Spencer's waist while the one that had been around his shoulders now moved, fingers threading in his hair. Before Spencer could even blink he found himself being thoroughly kissed. The sound of surprise he made turned into a moan that Morgan eagerly swallowed down.
When he felt Morgan's tongue flicking against his lips, demanding entrance, he was helpless to do anything but submit. Another moan slipped out when Morgan's tongue traced over his, touching and tasting every inch of his mouth.
By the time they pulled apart, Spencer was breathing heavily. It did his ego good to see that Morgan was as well. The older man nipped at Spencer's bottom lip teasingly. "Come on, Spencer. Let's get you home before I forget we're in public." He said. The two started off down the road again, both of them smiling.
And I'm cutting it off here for two reasons. One, I haven't updated in a while because I was working on Time and I feel bad, so I want to give you something, lol. Two, I am really, really nervous about writing the fake sex/real make out playtime between the two guys. I personally don't know how well I'll do. I need a smut writer, lmao. Someone who can help me with that part. But, oh well, I'll try writing it today and if it sucks, I really really apologize in advance. I'll try my best and I guess we'll just have to see, right?
The next chapter shouldn't take but a day for me to get up, once I get past writing that part. I'm going to force myself to do it this afternoon. If I'm lucky I may even update tonight. But I promise it won't be near as long a wait as it was for this one. Time is done, so currently this is the only story I'm working on (until I post another :D)
Anyways, please, don't forget to review! And to all those that have, thank you! Also, all of you that have alerted this story and me, THANK YOU! You guys make me feel great :D
