A/N: ...PLEASE... PLEASE... FORGIVE ME... TAT ...I HONESTLY WANTED TO PUT THIS CHAPTER UP NEXT WEEK... BUT... THEN I GOT A PROJECT FOR JAPANESE. THEN FOR HISTORY. THEN FOR ENGLISH. THEN FOR SCIENCE, AND THEN IT WAS JUST LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH AND THEN I HAD TO WORK FOR KEY CLUB AGAIN AND THEN I WANTED TO DRAW AND THEN I GOT DISTRACTED AND THEN I THOUGHT I LOST MY IPOD AND PRACTICALLY TEARED THE HOUSE DOWN LOOKING FOR IT AND THEN I GOT THE DREADED THING THAT HAPPENS TOO OFTEN FOR MY LIKING AND... sorry. Just giving you lame excuses here, I'll stop. T T" *runs and hides in emo corner*
...I'm really sorry for all the grammar/spelling mistakes in here... T T I'll do my best to be back next week!
"T-tomorrow?" Shizuo stuttered to himself as he stomped around his apartment, trying to hide his flush. "Tommorow… D-damn flea… of course he would say something as last minute like that… g-gah…"
Vrrrb.
Vrrrb.
Expecting the worst (but hoping for the best, of course), Shizuo yanked his cell phone out of his pocket bad-temperedly and flipped it open without even glancing at the caller ID. "Hello?"
"Hi. It's me." Shizuo blinked as he heard Kasuka's voice. "K-Kasuka? Oh, hi…"
"…"
"…so…" Kasuka's voice trailed off expectantly. "Orihara Izaya-san…"
The blond brother let out a quite groan before slamming a hand to his face. "I'm…" Shizuo moved his hand from his hair. "…I'm… gonna go out with him tomorrow."
"You are?"
"Y-yeah…"
"That's good."
"…"
"…how did he ask you?"
Shizuo raised an eyebrow at the cell phone. How did Kasuka know that Izaya was the one to ask him out in the first place? "…erm…"
"…He didn't ask you?"
"N-no… he did…"
"…"
"…as he straddled me against a toilet. A PUBLIC toilet."
"A toilet?"
"A toilet." The elder brother repeated grimly. "A-anyway, how's work goin-"
His feeble attempt at changing the subject was shattered as Kasuka repeated it again. "Hm. A toilet. That is something new."
"…" Twitch. "K-Kasu-"
"I'm sorry. Work's fine."
"O-oh, r-really? That's… that's good…" Shizuo muttered while internally debating whether or not to make him sound like the gayest most gay gay gayest guy of all time. Aw, who cares? He got straddled against a toilet. If he had any pride left then, it certainly was gone by now. "K… Kasuka?"
"Hm?"
"D… do you think I should… well… wh-what… do you think… I should… should…"
"…"
"…"
"Nii-san-"
"What do you think I should wear?" The blond mumbled as quietly as he could, his cheeks flushing a dark red.
"…I think whatever you choose will be fine."
"…" Well, that was very helpful, wasn't it? GEEZ, THANKS, KASUKA! "…Um… Y-yeah, guess you're right… er… anyway… um… I better let you go."
"…all right then. Good luck tomorrow."
"Y-yeah, thanks. Talk to you later." Shizuo then made to close the phone, but paused when he heard Kasuka say something else.
"…be safe. You know how to use a condom, right?"
"Y-yeah, yeah, WAIT, WHAT? KASUKA? KASUKA! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU JUST SA-"
Beep.
The blond sighed. "Well, I better go get some sl-"
Vrrrb.
Vrrrb.
A little grumpier than before, Shizuo flipped his phone open again. "K-Kasuka, of course I know how to use a fucking condom, damn it-"
"…Shizu-chan?"
The former bartender froze. "…eh?"
"…"
"…"
"FL-FLEA? WHA… WHA… U-UM…" Blushing furiously, Shizuo pulled the phone away from him and realized, to his horror, that, well…
He was talking to Izaya, not Kasuka.
"…Oh. Hi, flea."
"…Good evening, Shizu-chan…" Shizuo then heard slightly shuffling sounds, as if Izaya was lying down and shifting his position.
"…H-hey… that… that didn't happen, okay?" The blond squawked, his face bright red.
"Heh, don't worry, Shizu-chan, it'll just be our secret… But anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about."
Shizuo sat down nervously. "Wh… what did you want to talk about, then?"
"As elated as I was to have Shizu-chan accept my date, I realized that we didn't even agree on a place and time to meet~!"
The blond growled. "That was your fault, flea. You should have waited for me to get out of the damn bathroom."
He heard a familiar chuckle. "Only to have you shyly run away from me again? Come on, Shizu-chan, where and when do you want to meet tomorrow?"
Shizuo quirked a suspicious eyebrow before rolling his eyes. "Fine, flea… h-how about… two in the morning on the top of the Raira Academy building roof?"
"Okay!" Izaya replied eagerly.
"AAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO!" Shizuo practically screamed into the mouthpiece. "I-I WASN'T SERIOUS, DAMN IT!"
To his speechlessness, Izaya actually sounded disappointed. "You… weren't?" The other man whined.
"N-No, e-erm… fine! We'll meet… at… at… um… at nine! Nine in the morning tomorrow, you got that, flea?"
"Nine? Okay. Where? Or… perhaps I could just pick Shizu-chan up from his house instead-"
"WE ARE GOING TO MEET AT NINE IN THE MORNING AT… AT WEST GATE PARK! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, FLEA?"
"Ahahahaha~! How fitting, Shizu-chan!"
"H-huh?" The blond blinked. "J-just how is that… wait… o-oh…" Shizuo blushed sheepishly as he remembered. Where he first saw Izaya… how… fitting… indeed…
"It's a date, then, Shizu-chan~!" Izaya sang happily in the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow~!"
Beep.
"…" Shizuo closed his own phone shut and then proceeded to bump his head against the table that Izaya brought him. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO FUCKING SCREWED…"
With that happy thought in mind, the man got up, changed into his pajamas, and curled up in bed.
Izaya crossed his arms behind his head on the couch, looking blankly up at the ceiling. To be truthful, the informant had been expecting a lot of weird things to come out of the blond's mouth when he picked up the phone, but that was just… unexpected.
A wicked smile immediately twisted the man's features. Not unwelcome, though…
Earlier, in an ecstatic daze, he had simply twirled around in his chair with an awestruck look, and waved his hand at Namie, telling her to cancel everything planned the next day.
In return, he got a pencil (razor sharp, too!) thrown straight at his forehead, but no amount of pain could stop Orihara Izaya now! He was going to spend an ENTIRE day with SHIZU-CHAN! AS A DATE!
With that honestly happy thought in mind, the man lay down, already in his pajamas, and attempted to sleep.
The next morning…
"…tch…" Izaya ran his fingers through his spiky hair and let out a sigh. "I didn't get much sleep as I wanted to last night…"
"Oh, poor you…" Namie remarked sarcastically as she wheeled out a cart of books.
"Heh, that was rather rude, Namie-san… but…" With a dramatic flip of his hand, Izaya leaped up and crossed his arms. "I'll forgive you this time, because I have an important issue at hand!"
The brunette resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How interesting…"
Ignoring her comment, Izaya suddenly threw a bunch of clothes out of nowhere, startling the former doctor. "CATCH!"
"A-agh!" Namie managed to yell before falling to the floor. "WHA-WHAT THE-"
"Don't wrinkle the clothes!" Her employer admonished from behind, his hands on his waist. "Now, Namie-san, which one should I wear?"
"Wh-what?" The secretary barked out indignantly, trying to find her footing while still holding the enormous amount of clothes. "Who gives a damn?"
Izaya smacked his chest while returning Namie's glare. "I do! Now, which one do you think looks best on me?"
"YOU LOOK HORRIBLE NO MATTER WHAT YOU PUT ON! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES?"
Izaya rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, those are only three outfits."
"H-huh?" Namie demanded wildly.
"Namie-san, as your employer, I demand that you tell me your opinion!" Izaya growled through gritted teeth, actually seizing some of the clothes and holding them up. "What do you think? The outfit that I wore in my high school days but still somehow fits me perfectly? Or the double long sleeved shirt with the black jeans-"
Poor Namie shoved the rest of the clothes back into Izaya's arm. "Geez! If you care so much, then just go in your underwear, for crying out loud!"
Izaya's red eyes widened. "You really think so?" He started to pull at his long-sleeved black shirt.
"NO, YOU IDIOT! NOT IF YOU WANT TO GET DUMPED ON THE SPOT!"
"THEN WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? TELL ME, NAMIE-SAN!"
Meanwhile…
Rubbing at his tired eyes, Shizuo lifted up a finger to clock on his wall. "It's… it's eight o'clock… which gives me less than one hour to find out to wear… before I have to go on my… d-date with Izaya… s-so…"
"…"
"…WHY IS IT SO DAMN DIFFICULT?" The blond roared, ready to pound the table in frustration, until he realized it was the table Izaya got him. He hastily settled for grabbing his hair instead.
Don't worry, Shizuo, calm down. We have a lot of time. Celty reassured, patting her friend's back as Shinra peered around Shizuo's closet eagerly.
"Wow! I would never imagine that you would still have any other clothes than your bartender outfits, Shizuo-kun! Izaya would certainly like this-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" The blond yelled in humiliation, wishing that the world would end so he wouldn't have had to face this.
Cetly shoved her PDA roughly into Shinra's face, practically making him go cross-eyed. SHINRA! YOU GO OUTSIDE, NOW!
"E-eek, okay, okay, I get it…" The doctor quickly exited the room, his hands extended protectively over his stomach.
Shizuo remained where he was until a PDA nudged his hand gently. He looked up.
Sorry about that, Shizuo. Anyway, don't panic. It'll be okay… Her helmet off, the dullahan "glanced" around the closet before typing another message to Shizuo.
E-erm… I'm not a good clothes expert either, but let's see what we have here, okay?
"Y-yeah…"
Forty minutes later…
Namie massaged her forehead in irritation. "Just close your eyes, point at an outfit, and then just wear it without any second thoughts." It was a very good thing (or not) that Izaya was the one who supplied her paycheck, elsewise, she would have escaped long ago.
"I have only fifteen minutes until I have to meet Shizu-chan!" The informant yelled, grabbing both sides of his head. "NAMIE-SAN, JUST PICK ONE YOURSELF!"
Namie huffed irritably. "Why do I have to choose? Oh, and by the way, you have twenty minutes, not fifteen."
"No, no, I only have fifteen!" Izaya insisted wildly, still staring at the clothes in front of him. "I have to get there early!"
His secretary raised an uneasy eyebrow. "…you… never "have" to get to anything early…."
"I DO!" Izaya paced wildly around his clothes before suddenly stopping and turning to Namie. "…and as for your question, if something goes wrong on my date with Shizu-chan, then I can just blame you, Namie-san."
"WHAT?"
"I didn't say that. But I need your opinion. NOW. PLEASE!" Izaya begged, his hands together as he bowed wildly up and down.
"…you… are really that desperate, aren't you?"
"YES. YES, I AM! NOW CHOOSE ONE!"
"B-but…" Namie put a hand to her hair nervously. "They… they all look the same!"
"The same? THE SAME? IF THEY ALL WERE THE SAME, DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE IN THIS DILEMNA? DO YOU? Can't you see that they're all DIFFERENT?"
"…kind of, I guess…"
"JUST CHOOSE!"
At the same time…
"THIS. IS. NOT. WORKING!" Shizuo wailed, now shirtless in his boxers. "That's it! I can't do this, Celty!"
You can, Shizuo! Celty typed out desperately. Just… just wear something that you're comfortable with!
"Comfortable? NOTHING'S COMFORTABLE FOR ME! GAAAAAAH! I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE…."
Before Celty could start typing again, the door clicked open and Shinra popped his head in. "It's been over half an hour, so are you done ye-"
NOOOOOOO! YOU GO BACK OUTSIDE!
"It's all right, Celty…" Shizuo mumbled despondently. "I don't care anymore… I'm doomed…"
Shinra scratched his head at his former classmate. "If you're like this, Shizuo-kun, I can't see how Izaya will be any better off- ah?" The doctor paused before rummaging in his white lab coat pocket to bring out a vibrating cell phone.
Celty cautiously held out her PDA. Shinra? Who is it?
"Oh?" Shinra's glasses rose in surprise. "It's him! Izaya!"
Celty bolted up in surprise, misspelling her message. Areyo userious?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Shizuo screamed before grabbing a chair. Whether it was for offensive or defensive purposes, no one was really sure. That included Shizuo himself.
"I'm… I'm going to pick up, okay?" Shinra said tentatively. "I'll ask him what he wants Shizuo to wear."
"…"
The doctor opened the phone. "Hello?" Shizuo winced.
"Shinra!" Izaya yelled into the line loudly. "MY EMPLOYEE IS WORTHLESS!"
"R-really? Er… why is that so?" The doctor asked politely before sneakily pressing the speaker button, allowing Shizuo to hear what was going on.
"YES! SHE WOULD NOT GIVE ME AN HONEST OPINION ON WHAT SHE THOUGHT I SHOULD WEAR FOR TODAY! AND I ONLY HAVE FOURTEEN MINUTES UNTIL I HAVE TO MEET SHIZU-CHAN!"
At the mention of his name, Shizuo's mouth dropped open. Celty looked surprised as well. …who would ever guess? Izaya …was suffering the same problem as he was…
"All right, Izaya, calm down…" Shinra said soothingly into the receiver. Celty tapped his shoulder meaningfully. "Well… er, first…" He glanced at Shizuo. "…what would you want Shizuo-kun to wear?"
"…what I want Shizu-chan to wear?"
"Yes…"
"…."
"Hmm…a maid outfit?" Izaya offered hopefully.
"…"
"GAGH?" His entire face flaming red, Shizuo choked unintelligibly as Celty wished for her helmet for the sheer sake of being able to face-palm.
"U-um, okay, well, there's nothing wrong with tha- AAAAAAH-" Shinra gagged as Celty prodded him roughly in the stomach. "B-but, you also have to remember that Shizuo-kun is probably never going to do that, at least voluntarily! So… what else?"
"…" There was silence on the other end. That is, until…
"…I want him with his bartender outfit…" Izaya muttered, rubbing his cheek with his other hand. "…and the sunglasses, too…"
Still holding the chair, Shizuo widened his eyes in surprise as his cheeks flushed slightly.
Now smiling, Shinra chuckled. "Well, if that's the case, I'm sure that Shizuo-kun would like it if you showed up in your coat, Izaya…" He looked to the blond for confirmation. Shizuo gave an abashed nod of his head.
"…Shinra?"
"Yes?"
"You are the greatest doctor in the world. I hope you and Celty marry and have many babies together."
Beep.
"…"
"…"
"…Oh… okay…"
Was he being serious or not? Celty asked on her PDA. Quickly remembering herself, she hastily deleted it and typed in another. Anyway, that's not the point! Come on, Shizuo! Let's get you into the bartender outfit before Izaya gets there before you!
"Ah, that's right! Do your best, Shizuo-kun!"
"…UGH…"
Shizuo sighed to himself as he walked along the tightly crowded street. With Celty and Shinra encouraging him on, the ex-bartender had left in a rush, thinking in a panic that he was going to be late. However, it was pretty clear that that was not the case. Flipping his phone open again, the blond glanced at the time and sighed. He was super early. What an idiot he was…
Cursing, Shizuo found himself at the park bench in no time. He raised an eyebrow at it behind his sunglasses. Was this coincidence or what?
Little did the bodyguard know that he was being watched.
"We really, really, REALLY do not need to do this…" Kadota growled from behind as Erika and Walker peeked over the bushes eagerly.
"Good! The feminine one is here early! That part is crucial for a classic shoujou date!"
"Feminine? How in anyway is Shizuo feminine-"
"SSSH, Kadota-san!"
Kadota rolled his eyes before scanning the streets for Izaya. "…speaking of Izaya, why hasn't he done anything to you guys yet? Or is he actually in that good of a mood?"
Erika turned back to Kadota eagerly. "Well, Dotachin, even if he wasn't in a good mood, we wouldn't be at fault!"
"Oh? And why not?"
"Because…" Walker dramatically whipped out a videotape from his backpack. "…WE FILMED THE WHOLE THING! WITH A CAMERA INSIDE OF TOGUSA-SAN'S CAR!"
"WHAT?" That jerked Togusa up, glaring at the two incredulously. "YOU GUYS HAVE A CAMERA IN MY CAR? JUST WHERE THE HELL IS IT?"
"SECRET~!"
"GODDAMN IT, MY CAR IS NOT SOME STUPID SPY VECHILE, IT IS A CAR AND A CAR ONLY-"
Meanwhile, Shizuo, oblivious to what was happening, stared up at the sky, wishing that he had brought his cigarettes with him. Not knowing what else to do, the blond looked back down and shuffled his feet nervously, feeling his insides churn with equal amounts of anticipation and dread.
"…m-maybe I should take these off…" Shizuo mumbled to himself, touching his blue sunglasses hesitantly. "I-I mean… the flea did mention that, but…"
"Ah, Shizu-chan?"
"EEH?" The blond whipped his head back up disbelievingly to see… none other than Izaya. "O-oh… Hi." Upon seeing each other, both hearts skipped a beat.
"Ah, I'm sorry…" Izaya started hesitantly. "Were you waiting too long? I-I knew I should have come earlier…"
"N-no!" Shizuo interrupted hastily, still seated on the bench. "I wasn't waiting here long… th-thanks, though…"
"…"
"You look good today." Izaya said awkwardly, his hands in the pockets of his coat. He meant it. Shizuo seemed the same as he did any other day... but... well, he looked good!
"Um…" Shizuo flushed lightly before looking away. "Thanks… you do, too…"
"Well…" Rubbing the back of his neck rather sheepishly, Izaya smiled. "Shall we go, then, Shizu-chan?"
Smiling hesitantly as well, Shizuo nodded. With that, the blond got off the bench and walked alongside Izaya.
Behind the scenes…
Kadota shrugged. "Well, at least that went well…"
"AGH, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Erika demanded wildly, shaking her head. "THEY DIDN'T EVEN HOLD HANDS! WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT? THEY NEED TO HOLD HANDS!"
"…u-um, maybe it's because they're both guys or something?" Togusa offered timidly as flames began to steam in Erika's eyes.
Meanwhile, Shizuo followed Izaya hesitantly. "Erm… so, flea, where are we going?"
Grinning, Izaya turned to Shizuo. "Well, where do you want to go, Shizu-chan?"
"…" Sliding his hands in the pockets of his pants, Shizuo actually thought. "…anywhere but Russian Sushi." The blond finally muttered. "I won't be able to stand Simon if he's there."
"Ahahahaha! All right then…"
Walker shook his head. "What a pity. That would make it too easy for us to follow them-"
Erika suddenly cut him off. "H-hey, look!"
"H-huh? What, what's wrong?"
"Karisawa?"
"Shi-Shizu-Shizu and Iza-Izay both look a little strained about something, d-don't you think?"
"…what?"
Shizuo bit his lip as he stared at Izaya's hand. Why, WHY did that hand have to be hanging out so casually out of the pocket? Looking closely at it, Shizuo noticed the ring around the pale index finger, and… why was Shizuo so fascinated with Izaya's hand? Because… hands are so fascinating…
Fine, call Shizuo cheesy or what… he… kind of wanted to hold Izaya's hand. …all right, scratch that, he wanted to hold Izaya's hand! Was that a crime or something? They… were on a date after all, right?
Shizuo clenched his own hand tight in his pocket, already feeling his palm sweating slightly.
Meanwhile, Izaya, of course, had not noticed a bit of Shizuo's strange behavior. Why? Because…
NO GROPING. GROPING IS BAD. The informant repeatedly told himself while trying (and failing) not to stare at Shizuo's butt. …NO… GROPING… MUST… NOT… GROPE…. NO… G-GROPING- His right hand was hanging out of his pocket, just inches away from that gorgeous, beautiful piece of fl-
MUST NOT GROPE! REMEMBER WHAT SHINRA SAID! Izaya gritted his teeth. That… would just make Shizuo angry, and… yes. So, Izaya would be respectful and NOT grope Shizuo's butt. …Shizuo's… butt… His eyes glued to that certain… part of the body, Izaya felt his hand begin to sweat slightly.
Shizuo…. Shizuo could NOT do this! The blond grimaced in embarrassment at the thought of trying to grab Izaya's hand only to result in… disaster, maybe? …but.. at the same time…
Erika put her hands to her face in horror. "OH GOD! THIS IS SOOOOOO BAD!"
Togusa scratched his head. "…so, you can tell all of that by just looking at them?" He was ignored.
"N-NOOOOOO!" Erika wailed, flailing her arms frantically. "WHAT'LL WE DO, WHAT'LL WE DO, WHAT'LL WE DO-"
"Just let Shizuo grab Izaya's hand before Izaya's hand grabs Shizuo's butt." Kadota suggested.
"DOTACHIN!"
Blushing heavily, Shizuo felt his hand start to slide out of his pocket as well. No… can't… it'll… be the embarrassment of his life… gah… this was bad… he couldn't… all over… no-
Starting to drool, Izaya could feel his hand being pulled toward Shizuo's butt. No… must not… it'll… be the last mistake he'll ever make… not…worth… it… even though… it seems as it is… …oooh… ooh… ooh… ooh… SHIZU-CHAN BUTT…. MUST… HAVE-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Erika had resorted to shaking Walker like a ragdoll. "YUMACHI, PLEASE, DO SOMETHING-"
"OOOOH!" Walker suddenly pulled out a boomerang. "I'VE GOT IT!"
"H-HUH?"
"TH-THE HELL, YUMASAKI-SAN? WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU PULL THAT OUT-"
"GO, BOOMEANG!" Walker declared wildly, and, with a dramatic flick of his hand, sent the device whirling at Izaya and Shizuo.
"…fuck…" Shizuo swore softly, his hand reaching out for Izaya's.
"…shit…" Izaya cursed, his hand unable to resist the mouth-watering lure that was Shiziuo's butt-
TWAAAAAANNNNG!
Walker's boomerang went thudding Izaya's hand, causing the surprised informant to stumble and catch the next closest thing next to him.
Which… just happened to be….
Shizuo's blush doubled in shock before the face hastily twisted into a deep scowl.
Erika dropped to the ground, shocked. "Yu-Yumachi, y-"
Kadota sighed. "…really? Does this have to be that dramatic?"
Walker, however, threw his arms up in victory. "YES!"
By some crazy miracle, Izaya had caught Shizuo's hand instead.
"…"
His face flushed furiously, Shizuo stared firmly at the ground, a scowl on his face. Izaya blinked for several seconds before grinning widely. Leaning closer to the blond, Izaya pecked Shizuo's cheek softly.
One eye closed, the bodyguard winced noticeably. "Fl-flea…"
"Okay, Shizu-chan, let's go!" Izaya said cheerfully, grasping Shizuo's hand tighter.
Making a deal of pushing his sunglasses up so Izaya wouldn't see his smile, Shizuo nodded shakily. "Y-yeah…"
In the bushes….
"…okay, that was just way too unrealistic…" Kadota muttered.
"YAY!" Erika hugged Walker tightly. "YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE HERO, YUMACHI!"
"YES, I AM!" Walker yelled happily, sticking out his arm to expertly catch the boomerang that was twirling its way back to them.
Of course, since this is 'real life', and not 'anime', the boomerang ended up colliding rather painfully with Walker's face. SMACK!
"AAAAGH!"
"YEEEEK! OH MY GOD!"
"OWWWWW…"
"Oooh…"
Not aware that they had temporarily shaken off their… onlookers, Izaya and Shizuo continued to walk down the streets… still holding hands, of course.
"…"
"…"
Shizuo dug a finger into the collar of his bartender uniform uncomfortably. "U-um… hot morning, don't you think, flea?"
Izaya felt a drop of sweat roll down his cheek. "…Y-yeah…"
"…"
"…"
Both unconsciously tightened the sweaty grip of their hands.
"…"
Izaya suddenly halted.
"Fl-flea?" Shizuo asked in surprise, stopping as well.
The informant turned around slowly. "…say… Shizu-chan…"
"H-huh? What?"
To be continued…
...sorry for being a jerk and leaving you with a cliffhanger... but... they did hold hands, didn't they? ^0^" Agh, epically failed on that part. Sorry... = ="
...but reviews do make my Monday! :D ...plus Tuesday, which is almost as bad as Monday, and the next Monday, too! ^^