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DARYL, MY ARTIFICIAL BOYFRIEND
A WALKING DEAD Fanfiction
Previously: Daryl felt miserable, having to watch The Walking Dead alone. He went to where Emyli worked and saw her rehearsing a dance with Andrew. Emyli went home late and Daryl punished her by lying on top of her until she got three points in a game they invented. The two slept on the bed together after Emyli realized that she had neglected Daryl.
Chapter 9: The Battle and Dance Conductor
"Okay. Would you care to explain what was happening back there?"
Kate looks at me as if I committed a murder. She is holding me by my arm and practically dragging me to her room, away from mine.
"I was taking the clothes off of him."
When we reach her vanity table, Kate pushes me to the seat in front of a mirror and hurriedly closes the door behind us.
"Why!?" she asks looking aghast. She places the clothes on her bed, then her palms on the back of the chair I am sitting in and looks at me through the mirror.
"Why else would I remove it?"
She catches her face with her palm. "No. Don't tell me."
"We were not going to have sex."
"Don't say that out loud so casually."
"Why not?" I argue. "I just said we were not going to have sex. If we were, we would have…I don't know. Locked the room, I guess?"
Daryl and I woke up late this day of the ball. We were tired because of the activities we did yesterday; it was already afternoon when we got ourselves off bed. I let him shower first then when I got out of the bathroom after my turn, I was shocked to see him wearing the white tuxedo I just finished last night.
"Whoa, easy. The man just stepped in'nit. Dun' tear it off."
"I told you to wear the blue one," I reminded him coolly as I removed the ribbon and unbuttoned the coat.
Daryl had surrendered; he rested his arms on his sides and allowed me to undress him in peace. "Thought t'was a shame not to wear it when ye worked for it the whole night."
"I was saving this for someone else."
He stepped back, out of my hands' reach. "Who?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
I stared at him unable to think of any other explanation. "For Glenn," I said.
"The Asian guy who hooked up with the farmer's daughter."
"Yes."
Daryl hesitantly approached me but he allowed my hands to unbutton the rest of the coat. "When's that guy comin'?"
"I'm not sure," I told him. "The company has not sent an email yet." I removed the coat carefully, walking toward his back so I could pull it. "But nothing will change."
I laid the coat neatly on my bed. Daryl turned to face me and I started to remove the vest.
"Course it will," he uttered. "Change, I mean."
"I will still help you if that is what you're worried about," I assured him. He reached with his hand and gently sweep my dripping wet bangs to the side. It was then that I realized I was only covered with a towel. I had wondered, why was it so easy for me to forget crucial thing like this when Daryl was involved? I started to turn around but Daryl took my wrist and then both of my hands and placed them on his chest.
"Ye go on," he said. "Might crease it if I remove it myself."
And that was when the door bursted open.
"Emyli do you need some help-"
Kate took one look at the scene then dashed and grabbed my arm to pull me out of the room after uttering an airy "oh my God". When I was at the hallway already, she hurried back in and had a short conversation with Daryl while she sounded like she was rummaging through my stuffs. When she came back to drag me to her room, she was already holding my blue dress and undergarments.
And now, here we are.
Kate sighs and stares at me, still through the mirror. This is the first time we talked since the dinner where she brought Lee along.
"Yeah, don't forget to lock the door," Kate whispers playfully.
I almost frown at the thought. "I wonder if sex's gonna feel like a thousand-fold suffocating than a kiss," I wonder aloud as I remember how heavy Daryl weighed when he was on top of me.
"Oh my God, does that mean you have been kissed already?" Kate asks moving her face closer to mine, as if I was to share a secret.
I breathe. "Yes." Kate's look says she wants details. I know that look because I always get it from her when we are talking and I give one-liner answers by default. "It was Daryl. When we had dinner last week."
"So?" Kate presses on, obviously not satisfied with what I have shared. "How was it?"
"It was..." I pause to try to remember how it felt.
"Magical? Sweet? What?" Kate suggests impatiently.
Finally I decided. "Soft and slippery."
Kate suddenly laughs then puts her arms around my neck. "Emyli, you are so cute," she teases. "Of all the words in the dictionary, you chose slippery."
"How do Lee's kisses feel?"
She loses her smile in an instant. Kate slowly uncurls her arms from me.
"Emyli, I'm..."
Kate sits on the bed. I choose to look at her directly so I turn my back to the mirror and catch her eyes.
"Tell me," I whisper. "I wanna know."
She frowns then bites her lips. "I'm sorry."
I pretend not to hear. "Tell me how Lee's kisses feel. Please?" I am imploring her. I really, truly want to know.
Kate starts with a slow whisper. "I guess all kisses are the same," she smiles painfully, "wet."
We share a silent chuckle.
"A kiss feels everything, one at a time," Kate explains, now more serious. Her brown eyes light up, staring dreamily right through me. "Lee's kisses are sometimes gentle and slow like a peaceful song. Sometimes they're like a raging storm: harsh and wild. It does not have a constant rhythm so it's impossible to match the flow." She frowns for a bit. "I always try to catch it but I'm always left behind, craving as it lingers on my lips when he pulls away."
Kate stares at me carefully. "Oh Emyli, I'm so sorry..."
I felt the same way when I was kissed by Daryl. Their kisses are the same. And judging by how Kate looked as she described Lee's, I now know that Daryl gave me good kisses that night.
"Like a peaceful song, like a raging storm," I repeated. "How can my soft and slippery compare to that? Now I feel like a horrible girlfriend."
I turn to the mirror and start combing my hair.
"I'm sorry," I hear Kate say again. She gets up and returns behind me. "I'm a horrible sister."
Silence. Then I said, "I agree."
At this moment, my eyes look past Kate's regretful face and what I see in my mind is Lee.
I remember how I enjoyed our shared silence; when Lee and I just walked aimlessly. I remember how he would silently hold my hand while we watch a movie because he thought I was shivering-when it was actually his hand that was cold. I remember how I hated it when he stared at me while I ate; how he would laugh his quiet laugh when I would accidentally drop my spoon because everything about him made me feel nervous.
We were never official. He was never my boyfriend and I was never his girlfriend. We just went on like that for three months. But I remember everything.
"But I forgive you," I hand the brush over to Kate. It is the truth. And the truth requires nothing more. She is waiting for me to say something else but I face the mirror; she refuses to take the brush.
"It was not meant to happen. It just...did."
I nod. Her look compels me to say more. So I say matter-of-factly: "You know you're more important than the wet kisses these boys give us, right?"
She pauses then laughs, "thank you," she says and she finally takes the brush and starts to comb my hair.
I hear Kate open the door.
"Emyli's inside, changing," she says. "You look impatient. Don't be. You'll see her in a few." Then she sort of lowers her voice. "I tied her hair in a ponytail just as how you would have wanted it."
I hear a grunt. "I din't request for nothin'."
Kate chuckles. "Yeah. You didn't. But I saw how you swept her hair behind her ears when we had dinner. And," she added in a sing-song voice, "guys love bright faces, right?"
"Whatever ye say, girlie."
"And whatever happened to rule number two?"
I step out of the room; both Kate and Daryl turn to my direction. I look expectantly at Daryl, waiting for his response, but he just blinks his eyes looking back and forth at my dress and hair.
"You're beautiful," Kate comes to me, gushing.
"Good," I shrug and answer. "I would stick like a sore thumb, otherwise."
Kate frowns and looks at Daryl. "Daryl, you should tell this silly girl she's pretty."
I don't expect him to say it. He walks, looking seriously at me but not at my eyes. Daryl raises his closed fist across my forehead and flicks his index finger striking my forehead gently beneath my bangs. Then he pockets both his hands and hunches and looks straight to my eyes.
"Yar…pretty silly," Daryl says with a teasing smile.
"Andy, will you stop pacing? It's making me dizzy," Lea ordered with her calm, sweet voice.
Andrew, Lea and Glenn were one of the first people to arrive at the Main Auditorium in Augusta, Maine. They were in the auditorium's grand front yard with the attendees from different town and cities. It was already a few minutes past six. The parade of cast and crew would start at seven and people were socializing here and there, making use of the time before the program started. You would easily recognize the attendees who came from big and rich cities because they were the ones with handy hologram projectors being brandished everywhere to share something about their work or just to exchange gossip.
"I think we should already go near the entrance," Lea said. They were standing away from the building's opening and near the digital pool instead (Go swimming, go diving, go skinny-dipping—without getting wet!) as the people coming from the parking lot were easier to be seen on that spot. "The assembly for the parade starts in a few—"
"I don't care about the stupid parade," Andrew cut her. He had stopped pacing and his eyes were still glued on the parking's direction. "Those rich bastards and bitches can occupy the front seats. Putting our theatre group last in line just because we are the smallest in number—and funds…. When we are obviously better dressed with real clothes."
Lea couldn't help but giggle. She covered her mouth so Andrew could not hear it. The actors and crew from rich cities were wearing computer-generated clothes. While the computer-generated gowns and suits were colourful and three-dimensional, Emyli's were just as vibrant and texturized; her designs were eclectic and carefree. While the people who wore digital garb were practically naked, Emyli's creations still felt more personal because you could actually feel the dress: the intricate patterns of her beadwork and the careful arrangement of different cloths. Andrew knows Emyli works hard for each and every set she creates; it angers him that she gets very little credit and recognition for it. Meanwhile, Lea particularly finds her cousin cute whenever the cause of his anger concerns Emyli. She finds his dedication to her a charming deviation from his more popular ruthless and rude attitude.
"That's not my point," Lea explained, now quite sadly. "I told you Emyli already has someone to accompany her. There's no reason for us to wait for her here."
"I don't believe that," Andrew scowled. "I'm her partner in the opening dance presentation so I'll make that an excuse for us to walk the parade together." He bowed his head and whispered. "It's fine for a guy to walk solo but for a girl, it's just sad."
"Idiot, we girls are strong," Lea said. "Emyli's strong and she doesn't need anyone to help her walk."
Andrew eyed Lea's high-heeled shoes. "You say that when you can't even cover two yards without tripping thrice." He returned his look at the parking's direction. "I know she doesn't need anyone that's why I don't believe she has someone with her."
Lea shook her head. She pitied Andrew for being stubborn and not believing her. "You'd like that, won't you?"
"What?"
"If Emyli chooses to be with you," Lea answered and shrugged. "People usually stick to someone because they need them. But if Emyli chooses to stay with someone, it will not be because she needs him. And it will mean so much more. So…special for the guy she'll choose—"
"She's here!" Glenn exclaimed.
Lea followed Glenn's eyes. Emyli was walking with her usual vacant look, unconscious of the people around her who started looking at her direction. The first thing that Lea noticed was Emyli's face: She glowed with a barely-there make-up and with her hair long, black stresses in a ponytail behind her. The usual gloominess about her was gone: She was wearing a powder blue, knee-length dress that started with a V-cut tube accentuated by white pearls and embroidery and silver crystals; it ended with a fluffy flared skirt connected to the top portion of the gown with an empire cut. Emyli suddenly turned around for a bit and it revealed that the gown was cut low behind her, showing her shoulder blades.
"I told you she'd come alone," Andrew whispered with a soft smile on his face as he stared at Emyli.
But the reason why Emyli turned around was also revealed. A few seconds after, a good-looking man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties appeared and touched Emyli's elbow before walking closely beside her. The man was wearing a light blue trouser, matching Emyli's gown. The pants were matched with a dark blue, checkered jacket on top of a sky-blue polka-dotted button down.
Lea frowned and looked at Andrew's reaction. He had gritted his teeth, looking hatefully at the man walking with Emyli.
"Andrew, don't do something stupid—"
But he already was on his way, half-running toward Emyli. Lea tried to follow with the same speed but she fell on her shoes and Glenn had to help her up.
"Hey Em!"
Andrew stopped in front of her, blocking their way.
"Ready for the dance later?" Andrew had turned his voice to his usual arrogant tone. He purposely ignored the guy with Emyli.
If Emyli was startled by Andrew's sudden appearance, it didn't show on her face. "Yeah. Ahm, Daryl, this is Andrew. Our dance and fight choreographer."
Andrew was surprised to see his hateful look mirrored on the other guy's eyes. He was much taller than him younger even. But the other guy was not intimidated. Andrew extended his hand and the other guy shook it firmly as they look each other in the eye.
"Daryl. You're his uncle? Cousin or something?"
"Daryl as in Daryl Dixon," Emyli corrected nonchalantly. The men let go of their handshake. "He's my boyfriend."
Andrew lost his smirk in an instance. "Oh, I think they're ushering everyone to the entrance," Emyli pointed. "I'll see you later." She and Daryl walked past the dumbfounded Andrew without another word.
"I told you she's already with someone." Lea and Glenn finally caught up. The three of them stared at the couple."
"A Daryl Dixon. Seriously?!" Andrew scoffed. "I can't believe how this shit happened."
"Maybe he's special," Lea speculated. "Or maybe you're wrong. Maybe Emyli actually needs someone."
The parade of cast and crew started. Everybody lined up in front of the auditorium's entrance. The tiles lit up, coloring the ground with royal red stain that served as the red carpet. Each theatre group was introduced starting with their directors and then actors and then the crew. As Andrew mentioned earlier, their group was the last in line. Their feet were already sore from standing when they were finally called.
"Maine Theater Guild Directors, ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce to you, the cast and crew of Waterville Opera House."
Andrew tried not to lose his cool. He still would get to dance with Emyli. And she was with an android, for Pete's sake! There's no way he'll lose to that redneck. He just needed a way to put him in hibernate mode.
Their theater's actors walked. Andrew took the floor solo. ("Andrew Summers, Waterville's dance and fight choreographer. Among others, Andrew put Night Carousel, The Queen's New Diadem and a remake of Westside Story in motion.") He was led to his seat: left of stage and a light-year away from it. They had the longest waiting time and they also had the longest time walking with people on their seats, not caring about the parade anymore. Andrew sat and looked around. There was only one more seat remaining and Emyli would probably sit on the row behind and near the aisle.
"The thread-spinner of Waterville, Emyli Evans. Accompanied by Daryl Dixon."
When she and Daryl appeared, it took a few seconds for the audience to notice but they did. A huge portion of the crowd started chattering excitedly.
For one crazy second, Andrew thought they were envying Emyli for she was really, very pretty that night. But then Anna, sitting beside Andrew, suddenly gushed: "Oh my God is that really a Daryl Dixon?!"
"No way! I didn't bring mine because he won't know how to behave here!"
"Maybe it's just someone who really looks like him."
"Wow. That's like having Norman Reedus for your boyfriend."
"How did the Ice Queen pull this off?!"
"Maybe that's just an illusion. You know how good she is at creating things."
"No way!"
"Oh God, he really looks good in a suit."
"And his hair! Brushed up like that…."
The crowd was subdued for a bit only when Daryl and Emyli reached their seats.
"Pft." Andrew scoffed. Stupid fan girls, he thought.
When everyone had settled down, lights were dimmed and music started. It was already time for the dance presentation. Each pair from the every theatre group emerged from their seats. Andrew stood up and made her way across the row. When he was at the aisle, he offered his hand to Emyli who was already waiting for him.
"You don't look too bad tonight," Andrew told her as they made their way to the stage. The two of them were to open the dance. The spotlight would be theirs for about twenty seconds until another pair joins.
"I hope so," she said, keeping her eyes on floor, worried that she would trip even though her shoes only had half an inch of heels. "Or the girls will flame me for being paired with you."
Andrew frowned at Emyli being her usual self-critic.
"You wore the dress I wanted for you," he uttered. They were halfway to the stage. "I would have taken you out tonight for this ball. I guess my life was spared thanks to your android." That wasn't what Andrew wanted to say. But he couldn't say what he actually felt for Emyli. It's just not him.
"Yeah, Kevin would have killed me if you die of boredom because of me."
They reached the stage, up and center. A spotlight lit up and all eyes were on them. Andrew and Emyli stood facing each other
"I hope I won't forget the steps," Emyli whispered.
"I won't let you," Andrew assured her. "Just look at me."
And she did.
Daryl watched the two walked to the stage with a scowl on his face. He didn't even notice that the girls had been looking, stealing glances at him. He wanted to see Emyli dance again but his anger stirred as he thought about her dancing with that Andrew dude.
The music picked up and the pair started moving. It started slow. Daryl approved that they didn't hold hands. They were dancing side by side but separately only getting close to each other from time to time, touching hands and shoulders for just a second or two. He hated to admit it but the punk could really work the floor—and the audience. He danced with an arrogant swagger, an air of superiority. Emyli's graceful movements on the other hand, provided them a good chemistry. But as it went on, it became apparent that the punk was on a different league; Emyli was just not on the same level with him.
Daryl began to worry as Emyli started to fall behind. But Andrew seemed to notice it too. He changed his pace and matched Emyli's. He came closer to her and pulled her by the waist. Daryl balled his hands to a fist. The pair was standing chest to chest. Andrew seemed to have whispered something and when he let go of Emyli, she danced on the center with her fluid and complex movements—while Andrew performed with simple steps a few feet behind her.
He wanted her to shine, Daryl thought. He covered for her and he let her dance in her own way.
After a few seconds, the pair from other theatre groups joined the performance one-by-one. It ended with a big applause from the audience. Andrew and Emyli made their way back to their seats.
"I didn't know you could dance!" San-San exclaimed. She was the one occupying the seat by the aisle, beside Emyli.
"I couldn't," Emyli said disappointingly. "Good thing Andrew saved me."
Emyli took her seat between San-San and Daryl. Andrew hunched by San-San and said something to her in a low voice. "Sure, it's beside D, right?" she said. Andrew nodded and the girl stood up and walked across the row; then he sat beside Emyli.
Daryl scoffed, "You, stayin' there?" he called to him.
"Yeah," Andrew answered in an instant. "Do we have a problem?" He turned to Emyli. "The view's better here."
Emyli shrugged. "You sat at the farthest end. Any other seat is better."
Daryl let out an exasperated sigh. The dude's really getting to his nerves. He fished a handkerchief out and started wiping the sweat of Emyli's face.
"Thank you," she said, still catching her breath. She took the handkerchief from Daryl and dabbed it on her neck and shoulders. "I don't want to do that again," she said to no one in particular.
Daryl and Andrew answered at the same time:
"Nah, ye danced real fine."
"You were actually good."
Emyli blinked.
"I'm tired," she muttered as she closed her eyes.
The program went on with a short presentation from each of the theatre groups. They were merely halfway through when Daryl and Andrew confirmed that Emyli was sleeping.
"She lost too much sleep when she was working on everyone's clothes for tonight," Andrew whispered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He stared at Emyli with longing in his eyes.
"She lost sleep too when she was dancin' with ye," Daryl barked—as silently as he could.
The two men eyed each other dangerously again. But it was Andrew who first let go of the stare.
"Yeah, I guess I'm to blame, too."
Andrew started lifting the arm of the seat that separates Emyli from him. But Daryl was fast. He held the arm down with his palm.
"Ye danced with 'er an' ya'r sittin' next to 'er," Daryl sneered. "That's as close as ya'll get. This one's my woman." Daryl lifted the arm of the seat between him and Emyli. Then he put an arm around her waist and put her head on his shoulder.
Andrew threw Daryl a murderous look but tried to control his temper. He returned his eyes to the performance on stage.
When all theatre groups were done performing, the next part of the programme was the annual recognition of groups and individuals for their contribution to the theatre arts: the awarding.
Dary and Andrew were able to co-exist in mutual silence as Emyli slept peacefully. Awards were handed over; most winners came from bigger theaters: Best Director, Actor and Actress, Play of the Year, etc. Andrew occasionally broke the silence whenever he had an opinion about the winner. "Lea's so much better that that twig," he complained when a certain Mara Fisher won the award for the Best Dramatic Dance Performance of the Year.
Andrew sat at the end of his seat when the next award to be given was named: Best Costume Design. Daryl suddenly looked up and couldn't explain why he started feeling nervous.
"And the award for Best Costume Design goes to…the Waterville Opera House for Red Masquerade!"
Their group erupted in wild cheering and screams.
"Tha's her!" Daryl said, his heart swelling; he was proud of her. "Should we wake her up?!"
"Hell yeah!" Andrew exclaimed; he was all smiles. "Emyli!"
But Waterville's Director, Kevin Hustler, was already walking the aisle. Applause was clapped and Kevin had climbed the stage. Daryl and Andrew fell back on their seats as Emyli stirred but still unconscious.
"Waterville almost never won any awards," Andrew whispered. "I think this is the first in what…three years? And even before, we only won mundane awards."
"Tha's why he's takin' it," Daryl said.
"That's why he's taking it," Andrew repeated; Daryl saw him clenching his fists.
After the speech was delivered, the next award was named: Best Fight Choreography.
"And the award goes…once more to Waterville Opera House for Helen!"
The Waterville theatre shouted and cheered again, most were on their feet clapping and whistling.
"I'll get this one." Daryl heard Andrew said. He didn't look happy at all. There was a serious, all-business look on his face when he turned to Daryl. "Please wake her up," he said, "she deserves to be recognized."
For a second, the two men looked firmly at each other, not out of hate this time. Daryl nodded. Andrew walked and claimed his award.
"Thank you," Andrew said once the applause subsided. "I hope these two consecutive awards get us a more decent seat next year." He pointed at the group's direction. "Anyway, I won't speak much for myself. Helen was about a war and I created a hell of a fight scene for it—which I tremendously enjoyed because people were very enthusiastic to learn how to properly hurt each other." Soft laughter from the audience. "I also won't bore you with a long list of people I want to thank. Because there is only one person on my list.
"The award that preceded this one, the one that was accepted by our director. The award for Best Costume Design…that goes to Emyli Evans."
Daryl had managed to wake her but Emyli was still disoriented.
"Hey," she said softly upon seeing Daryl's face. "Did I miss anything?"
"She's the pretty girl beside the Daryl in suit," Andrew pointed to her direction. The heads of the audience turned to look at her. "She was introduced earlier as the thread-spinner," Andrew smiled, "actually, she doesn't spin anything. She does everything by hand." Whispers from the audience. "I know, it's silly. But I think that's the reason why these clothes look and feel as if they have a life of their own." Andrew looked at his avant-garde suit. "This one actually has more personality than me."
The audience laughed.
"So, thanks, Emyli. For clothing us."
People applauded once more, but now, to Emyli's direction.
Emyli just nodded to the audience with a confused look on her face. Then he looked at Daryl. "This is weird," she said.
"You are weird," Daryl corrected. "They're clappin' for ye. Ye should be happy."
Andrew returned to his seat. He was purposely avoiding Emyli's eyes.
"Thank you," Emyli told Andrew. "But you didn't need to do that."
"Shut up," he mouthed not looking at the girl, "that's not for you to decide."
This should have angered Daryl, but it didn't. Somehow, he understood what Andrew was feeling. This was one of those moments that he didn't want people to know that he cared. There was no explanation for it; it's just a whole mess of conflicting feelings. It was also in that moment that Daryl acknowledged Andrew. Andrew didn't just simply like Emyli—he did love her.
So Daryl held on to Emyli. As if by doing it, he was also keeping her from being taken away.
Next Chapter: The fight for a dance ensues.
Writer's Notes:
Ok, first of all, I'M SORRY for taking toooooooooooooo long to update. Some things happened here and there but hey, Daryl and Emyli are back, thank God! I hope you guys are still with us.
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On to acknowledgements:
Thank you so much to these fantastic readers who followed this fic—I also hope to hear from you guys; to those who didn't leave a review, you left me wondering what made you follow this fic so I hope you can leave a review next time):
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And my love to these lovelies who left us a review:
WayPastMyBedtime: Aww, thank you so much for leaving me two messages for the last update. And I'm sorry for the super late new chapter. When I read your post, it actually fired me up to write. Haha, and I'm glad stoic Emyli can make you laugh. She's really a weird one—and it's super that you find it cute. Anyway, Emyli's 23
Pok3monTrain3erBlu3: Yay! Nice to see your post here! I'm glad you also liked this fic
alchemy's homunculi: It's always nice seeing the alert for your review! Haha!—about the androids broken into tiny little pieces. We'll find out soon what Daryl did to them *wink wink. Yey! I'm so happy you thought the last scene was sweet. I was smiles while writing it.
Texas Bobcat: Aww, I feel for you. It's been hell at work as well. Don't worry, Daryl and Emyli won't go away so take your time! But I'm really happy you were able to catch up and leave a review
FuchsiaGrasshopper: Yeah! Andrew is a whole lot better than Lee! But did you kind of feel Lee when Emyli had a short recall of what they used to be? Somehow he didn't feel that bad either. Oh! And I wonder now how you feel about Andrew as he kinda hogged this chapter. But nothing beats jealous Daryl of course XP
UnicornFlapsItsWings: Hahaha, I'm thrilled that you find all scenes from the last chapter favourite-able And I also think Daryl and Emyli make a very awkwardly adorable couple.
Goldenfightergirl: Oh my, your review really made me laugh at thought of the girls lashing at Emyli because her Daryl broke all their Daryls. Hahaha. Hmm, let's see. I think Daryl knew the consequences if he had laid hands on the other androids. I think something else happened. We'll find out soon.
Yey! That's it. Like always, please do let me know what you think by leaving a review. I especially would like to get your reaction on Andrew, stepping up. Is he now a worthy of becoming Daryl's rival?
Next Update: next Saturday. Yey!
