I run up the stairs and into my bedroom where I see Jude getting dressed. Great. The one fuckin time when I'm actually innocent, she doesn't believe me. And what the hell was Rachael doing up in the daytime anyways? She's usually a night owl. Oh well. No time to think about it now. Now I have to give my cutest face ever and pray to God that it works.
"Jude, what are you doing?" I ask. Yeah, I know. That's the stupidest question in the world but it was an opening question. Too bad I didn't get an answer. All I got was a glare then an eye roll. Yeah she's really pissed. I honestly didn't do anything though. For once in my life.
"Look Jude, you came at the wrong moment. I didn't kiss her back." I say. She looks at me then rolls her eyes again. Dammit I wish she didn't look so cute when she's mad. She shakes her head and grabs her purse, now fully dressed. I grab her arm but from the glare and look she gave me I quickly let go.
"Honestly. If you had been there 20 seconds before you would have heard me tell her to go home." I say. She gives me a disgusted look. "Yeah so you could get me out the house probably." She says. Hey I resent that comment. I would never do Jude that way. Now any other girl, yes, but not Jude. I do have morals.
"Give me a little credit, Harrison. I just turned down someone for you." I say. She shakes her head. "If that's how you turn down girls then I got ripped off for 2 years." She says. She's a real comedian. "Jude I'm serious. I was telling her to leave only she wouldn't believe me. And then you came down right when she kissed me. I pushed her away." I say. Wow it feels kinda good telling the truth.
"Bullshit. That's every guy's excuse, Quincy." She replies. Okay so that's not the answer I was expecting. I grab hold of her hands and look at her deep in the eyes. "I'm telling you the truth, Jude." I say slowly. She has to believe me. Hell I believe myself. She continues to look at me in the eye for a few moments then shakes her head. You have got to be kidding me.
"Jude do you honestly think that I'm so selfish and coldhearted that I would kiss another girl the morning after we have finally had sex? Do you seriously think that I would spend 2 and a half years trying to get you into my bed and then mess it up the next day? If you do then maybe you don't really know me, girl." I say. She looks back into my eyes, looking back and forth. I'm guessing she's trying to figure out if I'm telling the truth or not. Luckily I am.
"I guess you wouldn't be that stupid." She says with a small smile. I smile widely. "Nope." I respond. She smiles as she stands on her tip toes and leans in to kiss me. She pulls back when she gets just centimeters away from my lips. What the hell?
"I'm not kissing you until your brush your teeth. Kissing you right now would be like kissing whatever-her-name-is." She says. I laugh. Hmm Jude kissing Rachael. That would be hot. Really hot. I wonder if Jude would ever kiss another girl in front of me. Only it has to be a hot girl. No one like Patsy or Kat. Don't get me wrong, they are…okay…but they just aren't boner hot. Now if Jude was to make out with…Saidie then yes, that would be hot. Too bad it would never happen since they are sisters. Is the fact that I just wanted Jude to make out with her sister wrong? No. Not in my books.
"I guess you don't want to kiss me, Quincy." I hear Jude say. I look at her. "What would give you that impression?" I ask. "You haven't moved to go brush your teeth." She says. Oh yeah. I was too wrapped up thinking about her girl on girl action. I smile at her before walking into the bathroom. I wonder if what she say is true. If she was to kiss me after I just kissed Rachael…correction….after Rachael just kissed me then would it be like her kissing Rachael? I mean Rachael's scent would still be in my mouth so I guess technically she is right. I know I defiantly wouldn't want to kiss her if Spiederman or Jamie had just had their tongues down her throat. Yeah, so Jude makes a good point. You can't kiss your girlfriend right after you have kissed another girl…or in this case another girl has kissed you. Hmm well since that is true than half of the Canadian girls have kissed each other. Yeah that just bought me a one way ticket to hell.
"Okay, my teeth and mouth are clean. Let's make out." I say to Jude with a smile as I walk back into the room. She looks at me and smiles as she shakes her head. Hey, what's with the head-shaking? I bet if I was to ask Saidie or Porsha to make out with me they would jump on my lap and go at it. Hmm that would be great if both of them sat on my lap and kissed me. No, Tommy, bad. Damn I have been single way too long.
"You know while you were in the bathroom I was thinking." Jude says. Dear God, this can't be good. I sit down on my bed, knowing I wasn't about to like whatever it was that she was about to say. This girl could seriously pass as bipolar, I swear. I mean one minute she is mad as hell, the next she forgives me, then after that she actually thinks about the fact that she has forgiven me. And people say I'm complicated. No, not compared to this girl.
"And what were you thinking about, Harrison?" I ask. I know exactly what she was thinking about. Watch. "I let you get away with too many things." She says. See, I told you. I sigh mentally, not wanting her to hear. "Like…" I say. I've learned that in times like these it's better to play dumb, because if you act like you know exactly what she's talking about then that's like telling her you know what you did and you were wrong.
"Don't act dumb, Quincy. How do I know you honestly and truthfully didn't kiss her back? From where I was standing and what I saw, it was just Tom Quincy doing what he always does." She says. I fought back the urge to say 'maybe you need glasses'. I know that wouldn't have helped the situation any.
"See you can't even justify yourself right now." She says. Okay, Quincy. Carefully think out what you are about to say to her. Word EVERYTHING carefully. This is Jude we're talking about. You can say one wrong thing and she will go off. Think. And it can't be cliché. I wish Jude fell for cliché lines like every other girl. Well saidie didn't fall for them either. I guess it's just a Harrison thing.
"Quincy!" Jude yells snapping her fingers in front of my face. I jerk my head up to her. She was now standing over me. Shit, now she's mad. I really think too much. Now I'm going to have to make sure whatever I say is REALLY good. Wait who am I kidding? This is Jude. She pissed off now so whatever I say she is going to think it's a lie. I love the girl but she has a hot head.
"Sorry, look Jude, I already told you. Despite my not-so-smart ways, I really wouldn't cheat on you the morning after we have sex." I say. Jude rolls her eyes. See, I told you she was going to think that that was a lie. There's no getting through to this girl when she's pissed. And what makes it even worse is the fact that she looks so sexy right now.
"Whatever Quincy. I don't buy that." She says. Hmm well I can tell that talking about this isn't going to work. So maybe I should show her that I really was innocent. We already made through the first night. So now its time to move on to phase two: angry sex. I was gentle all last night so now its time to be the real Tom Quincy. Now I just hope that she doesn't try to smack me when I touch her. I stand up and put my hands on her hips. She jerks away. That reaction wasn't completely unexpected.
"What do you think you're doing, Quincy?" She asks. I just smile. "Well since you won't believe me when I say I was innocent and I'm sorry, I'm just going to have to show you how sorry and innocent I am." I reply. The corners of her mouth twitch. Go ahead and smile girl, you know you want to.
"Quincy, I'm being serious here." She says in a tone that was as angry as it was 45 seconds ago. Yes, I'm breaking her down a little. All I have to do is stay charming and we will be in bed in less than 5 minutes. She looks at me in the eyes, as if reading my mind. Shit, I hope she can't honestly do that.
"And I know what you are thinking Quincy." She says. Not possible. "And what is it you think I'm thinking, Miss Harrison?" I ask. I'm not giving up. No way. "You think that all you have to do is flirt with me a little, make me smile then whisper in my ear and I will be right back in that bed with you.
Damn. She is really good at that whole reading the mind thing. I'm going to have to remember that from now on I'm never going to look her in the eye while I'm thinking. Yeah, that should be easy to do. I can just stare at her breasts, which by the way look better unclothed. Really better.
"Quincy!" Jude says waving her hand in front of my face. Now what did I do? I didn't say anything! "Huh? Yeah, sorry, what did I do now?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Well besides the fact that your eyes were glued to my chest a few seconds ago…?" She says. Okay so maybe the whole look at her breasts instead of her eyes thing wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Sorry, Harrison. You know it really doesn't matter what I say right now. You're still going to be pissed off. So why don't we just stop talking about how we…well you feel and start showing." I say. Okay maybe I should have processed that sentence in my head before I spoke it because from the look Jude just got on her face, I defiantly said something wrong.
You know it's funny. I spend 95 of my time thinking. But when it comes to the point and time where I need to actually think before I speak, somehow I manage not to. How that works, I have no fuckin idea. I don't think I'm going to have time to figure out how that happened because Jude is packing her bags, which means I need to do some quick talking, apologizing and possibly begging.
"Jude, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of said that." I say. That's a good start. She looks at him. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" She asks. Damn. This girl knows me too well. I honestly don't know what I'm apologizing for. What I do know is that normally all girls want is an apology. They never said us men had to know what we were apologizing for.
"I'm apologizing for what I said earlier. I should of said that." I say. I'd say that was convincing, wouldn't you? Jude smirks. "Quincy you probably don't even know what you said earlier. You always daze off." She says. I can't argue with the girl on that one. But if she was in my position she would to. I mean I have an active mind. It's not my fault I always have to think about sex…or anything sex related.
"Like now…" She says. I look at her. Damn. I did it again. "Sorry, but where are you going?" I ask. She now had her cell phone in hand and keys to her car in the other. "I need to think about your loyalty and trustworthiness. Last night was big, Quincy. And I think that we need to think about whatever happens after that…separately." She says.
I'll tell you what's supposed to happen after last night. We were supposed to spend all morning have more sex. And then after sex we were supposed to get something to eat and then we were supposed to go back to having sex, only taking breaks to rehydrate. Do you get the whole 'we were supposed to have a lot more sex' thing I'm aiming at?
"So you have to leave to think about what's going to happen?" I ask her. She nods her head. "Yes, because I have a feeling that if I stay here I'm going to scream and yell at you." She says. Okay the screaming part is okay; so is the yelling part, as long as she is yelling my name in a passionate out of breath tone.
"What happened to letting me show you things?" I ask her. I really do have a lot to show her. A whole lot. "Bye Tommy." Was her response to that. She walks out my door. Okay so apologizing and quick talking didn't work, so that leaves begging. I hate to do it, but hey at least it's in my own home and no one else can see or hear. I grab her arm when she is half way down the stairs. She stops and sighs.
"Jude please don't leave. I said I was sorry. You know I have the tendency to say things without thinking, girl." I say, trying to give her a cute face. She smiles a little and rolls her eyes, shaking her head. I take this as my cue to continue. I know that look. That look tells me she is semi close to caving in.
"Just come back up to the room, please?" I say, giving her my cute eyes. She bites her bottom lip. But just when I think she is about to give in she shakes her head, as if telling herself not to. Damn it never used to be this hard to convince her to do stuff. Why is it hard now?
"Quincy I'm not leaving because of what you said earlier. You were right, I was going to take whatever you said the wrong way because I was and am mad." She says. Oh so that's what I said earlier? Oh in that case I shouldn't of apologized because I was right. Oh, well. Too late now.
"I am leaving because the first thing I saw this morning when I got out of bed was your lips on another girl." She says. You know I wish Jude had short term memory lost. It would really help. Somehow between all the begging and apologizing and mental thinking, I forgot about the fact that the only reason I am in the hot seat is because of that fake breasted girl Rachael. Why are all evil women attracted to me?
"Jude I already explained to you that that wasn't my fault!" I say. Why won't she believe me? I'm mean I know I have a bad history but I already told this girl I would never lie to her, ever. Okay so maybe last night I lied a little by saying she was mind-blowing. She wasn't bad for a beginner but she wasn't mind-blowing. She was amazing, breathtaking and sexy and defiantly made my nymphoic ways come out, but not mind-blowing. But I only said that lie to make her feel comfortable.
"Yeah, Quincy, it wasn't your fault. I heard you the first hundred times you told me. I just need time to think." She says. Okay so maybe she should do that on her own. I know that if she stays here what I'm going to do to her is going to leave her thoughtless. I'm still not cocky though. Just stating the truth.
"But you can think here." I say. I still don't want her to leave. She shakes her head. "The fact that you are begging is cute, but it's not going to work, Tommy. Just let me go." She says, making her way back down the stairs. Okay so when girls are crying and hysterical I have been told, by almost all of my exes, that us guys are supposed to hold them tightly and don't let them go. What do you do when the girl is sane and calm?
"But I don't want you to leave." I say. Yeah, that's right, Quincy. When all else fells, act like a little kid. Jude turns around, standing in front of the door. Did it work? God, if you like me at all, which if you don't then you have a hell of a good reason not to, you will let Jude stay.
"Bye, Quincy. I'll see you at work tomorrow." She says before opening the door and walking out. Dammit. How is it possible that all my techniques failed? That has never happened before. I think I need to sit down and think about everything that has happened within the last half hour.
I woke up from a night of hot, sweaty, illegal sex with Jude, innocently went downstairs to answer the door, was almost seduced by Rachael, who even after I told her several times to go home, kissed me, which Jude saw, which obviously pissed her off; while I'm here actually innocent for once in my whole life. I go upstairs and tell Jude that it wasn't my fault. She believes me but within a ten minute period she questions her forgivness, which results into me begging and apologizing and doing everything in my power to change her mind. When the end result is: she left anyways and now here I am thinking about what just happened.
Yeah even after analyzing all of that I still don't get how that happen. I mean I was supposed to give her a cute and innocent face as I apologized, Jude was supposed to get wet, I was supposed to kiss her, she was supposed to push me on to the bed and right now instead of me sitting here thinking, I am supposed to be upstairs in bed with her making my bed squeak. But am I? No.
I sit and rethink everything over once last time before coming to a realization: I need to talk to Kwest. He may never get any but he is somewhat wise when it comes to relationship crisis. I stand up and go upstairs and get into the shower.
45 Minutes Later……
I never would of thought the day would come when I would go to G Major on my day off just to see Kwest. I would come to see Jude on my day off but not Kwest. And yet as I walk through the doors to G Major I'm in search for my best friend since age 15, Kwest. He better have good advice. It not only should be good, it should be useful.
I walk in to Studio 1 and see Kwest with his feet in the empty chair next to him, eating a sandwich. Kwest Chapman, hardest working man at G Major. He looks up at me then at his sandwich then rubs his eyes. You know me and Kwest have been friends forever but sometimes I still don't understand him.
"Okay, I have dreamt about eating big sandwiches like this at work but you have never been in the dream." Kwest says. I roll my eyes. Even though I'm the one that got kicked out of school in 7th grade, Kwest asks like the dummy. Sometimes I wonder if he is acting.
"Shut up, man. I need to talk to you." I say, throwing his feet out of the chair so I could sit in it. He sits up straight in his chair and looks at me. Jude looking at me is okay, but Kwest….not so much. I hope it hasn't been that long since he has gotten some. I don't know if I'd be able to stay best friends with him if he was not hetero anymore. I know I'm sexy and it wouldn't be comforting if he was always trying to sneak looks at me. I get that enough from the female staff here.
"What are you looking at?" I ask. This had gone on for at least 15 seconds. That's 14.5 more than he needs to look at me. "You look like you got sum last night, so I don't know why you have that whole confused and don't know what to do look and tone." He says. Hmm he is pretty good.
"I did get some last night." I state. Okay, now I'm going to try my hardest not to have this conversation sounding like a frat jerk that just scored. This is Jude we're talking about. Any other girl I would brag and brag and brag but I'm not going to do Jude like that. I have way to much respect. Besides it took me over two years to finally hit it. I'm not going to mess up by saying something stupid to Kwest, who when it comes to Jude, has a big mouth.
"From who? Rachael?" He asks. I love how he just automatically thinks its Rachael. You would think I was sprung over her if you listened to Kwest and her. I'm not. She just knows what she's doing in bed. But we're not going to go over that because in case you forgot she is the bitch that started all this stupid drama.
"No, not from Rachael." I say. Kwest looks at me. "Then from who? Melissa? No she was a hit it and quit it girl. What about Katy? No you said boning her was like boning a virgin. How about Sydney? You said she had great legs and you would defiantly have sex with her again." He says. You know the sad thing about the list he just mentioned is…I had sex with all those girls in one week. Well I wouldn't call that sad I would call that…fulfilling my needs. Yeah, that works.
"No it was neither of them. It was with someone I have been dying to have sex with for the past two and a half years. Someone who I have been literally yearning for almost every night lately." I say. If he doesn't get that then I can tell the rest of this conversation is going to be pointless. Kwest, who had taken a bite of his sandwich, coughs and begins to hit his chest. He gets it.
"What? When? How? Was it good? Tell me everything!" He says once he finally stops choking. I chuckle. Remember Quincy, don't go about this conversation like all your others. Be respectable. Okay well what is respectable when talking about sex? I guess it wouldn't be right to say that at one point in time I had Jude's legs on my shoulders and she was hitting way more high notes than I've ever heard her hit here in the studio. Yeah that wouldn't be respectable.
"Well to answer your questions in order, Jude and I had sex. It was last night. And the how part, well see there's this bird and this bee and—" I get cut off by him hitting me in the arm. I laugh. He's the dummy that asked the question. I was just answering it. Hopefully he hasn't honestly forgotten how to have sex.
"Just shut up smartass and tell me the details." He says. Respectable. This is going to be hard. "Do you want me to shut up or tell you the details? It's not possible to do both." I say. I love being a smartass. I think that's a big reason why I love Jude so much. You can always count on her to have a smartass comment about something.
"Man, you're really pushing me." Kwest says. I laugh. "Okay, so she came over to my house last night. We sat in the Jacuzzi for a bit. I made her dinner. During the whole Jacuzzi and dinner thing we were typical Tommy and Jude." I say. Kwest chuckles.
"Flirting and touchy-feely and those supposed-to-be sneak glances at each other." He confirms more to himself than to me. Damn. I can't even argue with that comment. But I won't let him know that I'm saying he's right. I'll just change the subject.
"Anyways, somehow she talked me in to letting her have some wine." I say. Kwest looks up. "Man, tell me you did not get the girl drunk just so she would have sex with you." He says. Hey, I would never do that to any girl. Now I may have to intoxicate myself if the girl is exactly boner beautiful, but I would never make the girl drunk. Especially Jude.
"Man I have been trying to have sex with her for the past 2 and a half years. If I didn't get her drunk within the first month of knowing her do you think I would do it now?" I ask. Kwest nods and shrugs, silently telling me I am right. Good.
"Anyways, stuff just happened." I say, concluding my story. That's the best I can do without going into details. Kwest looks up. "What? That's it. Just "stuff just happened?"" He asks. I nod my head. That's all he's getting out of me. Besides he needs to help me with the whole Rachael thing.
"That's a ripoff. What happened to the old Tommy that would go into juicy details?" He asks. I had sex with the girl I have been wanting to have sex with for what seems like forever. "Nothing. But look I got a problem." I say. Kwest looks at me and smirks. I hate that smirk so much. I've had dreams about strangling him with that stupid smirk on his face.
"What's wrong? Tommy Q a minute man now?" He asks. You know I'm not sure if that was the straightest comment someone could make. Not only that…he's insulting me when he hasn't came close to a girl's 'area' in at least 4 months. He might as well be a born again virgin.
"You know what, I'm going to ignore that last statement." I say. Kwest laughs. "What's up?" He asks. Well the blood in Tommy Jr was up this morning before Rachael came over and fucked things up.
"Rachael came over this morning." I start. Kwest gives me a so-what look. I keep quiet. He'll get it in a minute. After a few more seconds his eyes open wide. "Oh! Jude was still there?" He asks. I nod my head. He laughs and shakes his head, knowing that it was already bad.
"There's more. She kissed me." I say. Kwest drops his sandwich and hits his head. A little overdramatic but it is Kwest we're talking about. He turns to me. "T, she kissed you?" He asks. I know what he means. It is hard for anybody to believe me when I say that for once I actually resisted a kiss from a girl. Well I did resist Jude the first time we kissed but that is because back then I was into older girls and I couldn't believe I was actually falling for a 16 year old. That was a long time ago.
"Man, I know you're not going to believe me but, she honestly kissed me. I pushed her away." I say. Kwest squints his eyes at me, as if trying to see if I am telling the truth. He should know when I'm telling the truth….I'm hoping he can tell when I'm telling the truth. After a few seconds he nods his head.
"But I'm guessing Jude saw." He says. I sigh, making him take that as my answer. He shakes his head and a smile forms in the corner of his mouth. I'm glad that makes him smile. Asshole. "What are you smiling for?" I ask. He shakes his head and chuckles a little.
"You and Jude have the worst fate sometimes. I mean the morning after you two finally have sex you mess up by kissing another girl, pissing her off." Kwest says. Hey I didn't kiss her! "I didn't kiss her, man." I say. He nods his head. "I know but you get what I mean." He says. I sigh and rub my eyes.
"By the way Jude is here." Kwest says, mouth full of food. I take a moment to translate what he just said. When I realize what he just said I give him a are-you-serious-look. He nods his head, taking another bite of his sandwich. I thought she was going home? Why would she come here? I pause. The same reason why I can her. She need someone to talk to.
"She's talking to Saidie isn't she?" I ask. I really hope it's Saidie. Actually I wish it isn't anybody but Saidie is a hell of a lot better than Portia. Kwest nods his head again. I swear if he doesn't stop eating that damn sandwich I'm going to shove it down his throat.
"Man, help. I don't know what to do. I tried telling her the truth, which she didn't believe…"I say. Kwest laughs. "I wouldn't believe you either." He says. I hit him and continue. "I tried begging, apologizing, flirting and I even gave her a million cute faces but nothing worked." I said. Kwest sits back in his chair and begins to think. Finally, he is going to help me.
"You told her that Rachael kissed you and that she walked in at the wrong time?" He asks. I nod my head. "Over and over again." I say. He nods and goes back to thinking. I sigh and begin to bounce my leg up and down, growing impatient.
"Send her flowers." He says, finally. What? Flowers? That's the best he's got? I could of thought of that on my own! I look at him. "Flowers, Kwest? That's all you got, man?" I ask. He smiles and nods his head. "T, man, you messed up really bad." He says. I open my mouth to argue that I didn't do anything but he cuts me off.
"I know you didn't necessarily do anything but still. She's pissed. And not to mention she's in there talking to her sister, who hates you a lot right now." He says. I sigh. He's right. Saidie is probably souping her head up right now of "I told you so" and "You should have listened to me" and "Tommy is never going to change." God, why did Rachael have to come over this morning?
"So about them flowers…" I say, looking up at kwest. He smiles. "I'd say roses, and lost of 'em." He says. I nod my head. That will help a little but I know she is going to need more than that. I really did mess up. But I'm Tommy Quincy, I'll make it up, I always do.
"Whatever you do, make sure it's good." He says. I nod my head. "Already ahead of you. Thanks." I say. Kwest nods his head. "That's what I'm here for." He says. I smirk. "No you're here to eat all of G Major's food." I say. He flicks me off before going back to his sandwich. I laugh as I stand up and walk out of the studio.
I walk to the front and see Jude sitting on Saidie's desk. Damn. There's no way I'm getting passed her without her noticing me. I sigh. Well maybe I will work the charm now, then give her the roses and stuff later. Whatever I do, I have to do it fast because she just glanced over here. I run my fingers though my hair, straiten out my clothes and casually walk over to her.
The second I reach the desk Saidie looks my up and down and shakes her head. I shake my head and try not to think of it; even though she is a bitch and I can't believe I ever dated her. Okay breathe Quincy. You're not supposed to think about that Harrison, you're supposed to think about the Harrison that you had in your bed last night. At that last thought I look at Jude, who has one of her what-do-you-want-and-don't-give-me-any-bullshit looks on her face. I smile a little.
"Can I talk to you over here for a minute?" I ask. She glances at Saidie who shakes her head. Jude looks back at me and bites her bottom lip. "No, whatever you have to say you can say it to me right here." She says. She looks so cute when she tries to have a backbone. I smile.
"Well I was just wondering if me and you could go to my car and maybe talk." I say. I give her one of my begging smiles. She bites her bottom lip again and clicks her fingernails on the desk. "Please." I add. She rolls her eyes and turns to Saidie, who in return rolls her eyes, sighs, and shakes her head. I guess the whole rolling the eye thing runs in the family.
"You have five minutes, Quincy." She says. I smile and watch her walk in front of me, towards the door. Okay, so now I need to start thinking of every compliment I've ever heard. I need to make sure my hair is perfect, that way when and if I say the wrong thing I will still look good. I need to make sure you can still smell my new cologne and most of all, I need to make sure I have a condom in my pocket. If this works out, and she forgives me, I'm going to have sex with her in the back of my car.
Jude turns to me when we get to the car and waits. I smile and unlock the car door and let her in. She smiles. She's already started to forgive me. I give her 4 minutes. 3 and a half if I use my hands and work my magic. It's time for Tom Quincy to do what he does best……..
Wow bet you didn't expect an update did you! lol. Okay so honesty time….I didn't necessarily forget about my fics its just that I've been so caught up in other things that I haven't had time. I have even missed two episodes of the new season. I know I am becoming a terrible instant star fan. Next on the update list is What Really Goes On In Their Minds. That should be out sometime this weekend since it doesn't take that long. Again, I'm really sorry for my lack of updates. I hope all of my readers still read. The bright side is…summer break is near so I will have all the time in the world to update. Okay enough of my talking, please tell me what you all think!