So you guys asked for it and I'm finally updating. I swear that I'm not waiting for a certain number of reviews or anything, I just get busy and forget stuff… I apologize and that's all I have to say on the matter. I hope you guys enjoy chapter 10 and as always, read and review please : ) also, I think I've been saying both Ward and Mitch, but the party is going to be at Mitch's place.

Rodrick's P.O.V

The next week was harsh for Rodrick. As demanded by Eva, they had found a new singer, giving the job to Ben. It seemed that if he wasn't at school or sleeping, Rodrick was rehearsing. They had successfully learned not one but two songs. However, as busy as he was, he still wasn't too distracted to notice the less than friendly behavior that Eva was exhibiting. She avoided him like the plague; she refused to make eye contact with him and would look away pointedly if she saw him in the halls. In Spanish, she would be civil towards him in paired work and answer his questions but she would then straight back to her own work, ear buds securely in place.

That was painful, but what made it worse was that she was still tutoring Greg. Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, he would hear the now familiar sound of Eva' motorcycle, hear the cheerful greeting to the rest of his family and if he was around, her polite if not happy "Hello Rodrick."

As if that wasn't bad enough, his family seemed completely oblivious to the situation. Every time Eva walked through the door, Susan had some cheerful comment about how nice it was to have her son's friends over when they were so polite. She had on more than one occasion suggested that Rodrick take her out, even offering to help pay for the date if he needed it. He would casually deflect the statement but after walking away, he would always think to himself, 'If only I could.' He knew he shouldn't have gone through her phone and now he was paying for it. He had really liked her too.

He now couldn't wait until Mitch's party on Saturday. It would mean that win or lose, the club tryouts would be over and he would be able to relax. And that was something that he sorely needed.

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Eva's P.O.V.

The week passed long and slow for Eva. She couldn't look Rodrick in the eye. She tried to stay out of his way at all costs but she could only do so much. His house and Spanish class were unavoidable. She tried her best though to just say polite and cordial with him when ever circumstances forced them together. As soon as she could after those moments, she would look back down and pretend to be absorbed in her work or if at his house, busy helping Greg out.

She was relieved when Friday finally rolled around. She didn't have any tutoring which meant only one hour of Rodrick that day. It was bearable. However at lunch, her mood was dampened slightly when Heather brought him up.

"So, Rodrick and his band. They've got that gig tonight, right?"

"Yep," Eva answered without looking up from peeling her orange.

"Sooo…" Eva looked up. All of her friends were staring at her.

"So what?" she asked.

"Are you gonna go," Chloe asked her. Eva scoffed at this question.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you really like him and it would be a great time to… I don't know. Talk to him?" Jemma was very hesitant.

"I have nothing to say. I'm over what happened and that's that."

"Eva," Jemma said while raising an eyebrow skeptically. "You hid behind a trash can yesterday because you thought you saw him coming up the hallway. That's not alright."

Eva shrugged. "I had dropped my notebook."

"Nooo, you threw your notebook SO you could hide behind a trash can." Eva looked down at her tray with a sigh.

"Ok, maybe I did but that doesn't mean I have to talk to him."

"Yeah but if-"

"I don't need to talk to him," Eva said with a tone of finality. They all looked away. She felt bad because they were all just trying to help. "So who's going to the party tomorrow?" They looked at her. "Don't worry. I really don't care if you guys want to go. It isn't going to upset me."

"Are you sure? We could go to a movie or something instead. It'd be fun."

"No, you guys will have way more fun at the party."

"But what are you going to do," Chloe asked.

"We've got a book report due next Wednesday. I've got to write that. Don't worry. I'll be fine," she added.

"Okay, but if you change your mind and wanna go or go out to a movie or anything, just call one of us and we'll be there faster than a teleporting leprechaun." Everyone stared at Jemma for a second and then burst out laughing at the statement. And with that, the conversation about Rodrick was done.

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Rodrick's P.O.V.

He had never felt so much adrenaline. He could hear the crowd on the other side of the curtain. He breathed in deeply as the others nodded they were ready to go. As Rodrick nodded to raise the curtain, he looked at Ben. It was at that second that he wished he could forget about Eva. He wished that the uncomfortable ache in his stomach would go away. He didn't like feeling this way about anyone. And that was the moment when he decided that tomorrow night at the Party, he WOULD forget about how guilty he felt by any means necessary.

Eva's P.O.V.

Eva was sitting at home, alone again, on Saturday night. She actually had tried writing her paper but had made the mistake of turning the TV to the BBC where it appeared a Doctor Who marathon was in progress. She had told herself that she would work during the commercials but so far, she had only written her name, the date and class period. That's when her cell phone began ringing. 'Dad' appeared on the screen. She had his number in her phone in case he ever got her number, which apparently he had. She would have put him in there as Steven but even with her animosity towards him, she couldn't find it in herself not to call him dad.

She gave a 'hmmph' thinking to herself that she needed to have a talk with her mom. She stared at the phone, just waiting for an end to the ringing. When it came, she sat stock-still. And then her phone beeped, alerting her that she now had a voice mail. She debated whether or not she should just delete it but her curiosity got the better of her. Why had he suddenly decided to call her? He never had before.

She hit the button. "You have one new voice message. New message." She waited for just a second and then heard a voice she hadn't heard in years.

"Eva? It's me sweetie. It's dad. I just haven't heard anything from you in a while. I ask your brothers and sister and your mom about you all the time. But it'd be really nice to hear from you. I wish you pick up the phone."

It was then she heard another much younger voice. "Who talk daddy? I talk," questioned the little voice. Her father replied, "Not now baby. Daddy's on the phone. It's my other baby. Your sister Eva."

"I can talk," the little girl questioned again. "No, she's got to go. She's busy. Maybe next time sweetheart." Talking once more to Eva he said, "Well, I guess I'll let you go baby. I love you so much. Good-bye. Love you." "Bye bye sissy," said the voice. There was a silent pause and then Eva stood up. She was boiling mad. She wanted to tear something up, she wanted to break things. Instead, she settled for one terrific scream at the top of her lungs and hurling her phone at the couch. It bounced onto the cushions harmlessly.

How dare he? What right did he think that he had to introduce her to his other kids like that? She was related to them through her father only and since he was no longer a part of her life, neither were his other kids. She didn't begrudge them, just her father for thinking that things would ever be the way they used to. She almost called him back, just to tell him all of that. But instead, when she retrieved her phone, she dialed a different number.

"Heather? Hey it's me. Have you left yet?"

"Not yet, I'm walking out of the house right now. Why? Do you want to go out and do something?"

"No, I think I will go to that party though. Can you be over in 20 minutes?"

"DUH," Heather said with excitement.

"Great, I'll be waiting." They hung up and Eva ran upstairs to change out of her flannel pants while thinking to herself 'If only she knew why I wanted to go.' Because Eva wanted to do something that she never had before. She wanted to go and get so wasted someone would have to carry her home.

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Rodrick's P.O.V.

Rodrick couldn't believe it. They had done it. The spot was theirs. After his parent's had left, Mitch had started preparing for the party which, now packed full of teens, was looking to be the best in a long time. And here he was now, Natasha Baggins draped oh his arm and hanging on his every word. She was beyond wasted but still, he wasn't complaining. Her top was almost as short as her skirt, showing off her belly ring. And it was all cleavage, leaving little to the imagination. And she was currently tugging on his arm, leading him up the stairs, down the hall and to a bedroom. Cracking the door, she peeked in and then turned to him, her words slurring.

"The coast's all clear captain." She giggled and pulled him in, shutting the door behind them.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back and down onto the bed. "You know what I want?" she asked him, hands on the edge of her shirt. Gulping just a bit, Rodrick said "Um, no. Tell me." He watched her as she lifted her shirt off of her body. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep." She may have been a little slurry but the aching in his pants told him that his boner really didn't care. But a small part in his mind said 'You know you wish it was Eva'. However, given that blood was rushing away from his brain, the thought didn't linger.

Natasha pushed him flat on the bed and clumsily crawled on top of him. She straddled his hips and he saw that unlike the bra she wore under her shirt, she wore nothing beneath her skirt. She was rocking her hips back and forth on his bulge, her head thrown back. "Oh God Rodrick, I want you inside me," she yelled. He started fumbling with his belt and had just undone his button, pulling down his zipper when the door flew open rather violently. And there stood Eva.

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Eva and Rodrick's P.O.V.

Eva walked into the party and more than a couple of heads turned. She had decided to let her hair just hang in waves down her bare back. Her shirt was a halter-top decorated like a red bandana. A bra was sewn into the front so she was well supported. Her shorts were cut of Daisy Duke style and very different from anything she had ever worn in public. On her feet were short, black pig slouch boots.

"Damn Eva, you wanna dance?" This came from Max Norpeck, a guy in her chemistry class. She smirked. "No, but I'd love a drink." And with a nod to Heather, she followed Max off into the kitchen.

"What do you want? We've got Mike's, coolers, can mix you something fruity up if you like."

"I'll have a beer. Add a little jack to it." He looked at her like he'd never seen her before. "What? Do I have to get it myself," she asked with a little smirk. Shaking his head with a grin he said "No, but you just don't seem like a drinker."

"I'm not, but I thought I'd try it."

"K, I can deal with that." He filled her order and handed it too her. She looked at it and then said "Bottoms up," before draining it. "You're sure this is your first time drinking," he asked her mockingly.

"Oh shut up. I'll take that dance now." She led him to a place where bodies were writing. She didn't know how many songs she danced with him for, or how many drinks she took from the trays that made their way around with shots of… something on them, but she was starting to feel dizzy when she told Max "I'm going to go sit down for a while. K?"

"Yeah, ok," he said as he watched two under classmen stroll by. 'Pig,' she thought to herself as she made her way to a chair. There were two and Ward occupied one. She sat down anyway.

"Hey," he said. He held his cup out to her. "Wanna sip?" She shook her head, giggling like crazy. "No, I'm good. How was the club?" Her brain was starting to get foggy but still was somewhat coherent. She wasn't quite wasted yet but it wouldn't be long.

He beamed. "Nailed it. We'll be playing there every weekend. It's so sick man."

"Awesome. Congrats," she said while looking around.

"He's upstairs."

"What," she asked while turning to face him.

"Rodrick," he clarified. "He went upstairs a few minutes ago."

"Whoopty doo dah for him," she said throwing her hands up. "Why should I care?"

He scoffed. "Come on. I may not be the smartest guy around, but I'm still not the dumbest. I know you like Rodrick." She rolled her eyes, unsuccessfully but with a good effort.

"I don't think you're dumb. But Rodrick's a big boy. He can do whatever and whoever he wants. I don't care."

"Yeah, ok," he said with a smile while standing up. Before walking away he turned to her and asked "Would you care if you knew that it was Natasha up there that's about to do him?" Eva frowned deeply at him.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly before disappearing into the crowd. She stood up then. She must have been pretty drunk at that point because she wouldn't have walked up those stairs if she had been sober. It was uncalled for, childish really, but she ignored that as she reached the landing. She looked over her shoulder. There were plenty of people in the hall and on the stairs but none were looking at her. There were several doors and Eva was just going to check them all when she heard, "Oh God Rodrick. I want you inside me!"

She made her way to the second door on the left. As she reached for the door, a tiny part of her was screaming 'This is wrong! Don't do it,' but she told that half to shut the hell up as she quickly and forcefully threw the door open.

Rodrick looked quite shocked to see Eva there, especially in his current situation. "Eva," he said as he sat up so fast that he almost knocked Natasha to the floor. However, it was clear to Eva that she wasn't the only one who had been drinking and that Natasha wouldn't have felt it anyways.

Eva giggled evilly as Natasha asked "What is she doing here?"

In a sing-song voice, Eva sang "Rodrick says he wants to play, too bad she doesn't know he's gay."

"What," Natasha asked looking down at Rodrick, pants undone and still underneath her. "No, Natasha, I'm not gay. She's just being a bitch."

Immediately Eva had a new rhyme. "You've got a hole for our dear Rod-rick, he'd just like a long hard nice dick." Natasha stumbled up. "Ok, I don't know what's going on here-." 'Surprise,' though Eva sarcastically. "- But it's not funny," she said.

Still smirking, Eva sang for the last time "Rodrick say's he wants to rock, he'd rather suck your boyfriends co-"

"That's enough," Rodrick said angrily while standing up.

"Yeah it is," said Natasha as she started backing out of the room. "Wait, Natasha," Rodrick said as he fumbled with his zipper. She just raised her hands and back the rest of the way out of the room while saying "Whatevs," and then once she was in the hall, they both heard her shout "Who want's to party," in a drunken voice to a chorus of wolf whistles.

Eva giggled again. "Oops."

"What the hell was that all about," Rodrick yelled as he stepped past Eva and slammed the door shut.

"What was what," she asked while attempting to bring Rodrick back into focus.

"Don't play games with me Eva. You know damn well what."

"Oh, you mean the singing. Don't worry. I just saved you a lot of trouble. You know Dusty could kick your ass… which he would have about as soon as he found out you had sex with his girlfriend. Really, you should be thanking me," she said through the heavy haze.

"Thank you? For what exactly?!"

"I just told you that wouldn't have been very good for your health."

"I, I just really, really can't believe you right now. What the fuck is your problem?" Rodrick wasn't yelling but he was pissed and breathing heavily. Eva normally would have been a little frightened and she definitely would have tried to diffuse the tension, stopped arguing. But through the alcohol, she was getting angry.

"Oh please. What right do you have to be mad at me? I would say we're pretty even."

His face screwed up in confusion. "What, what, even? Why? For what?"

"Don't play stupid. You know exactly what we're even for."

"Is this about that picture? Seriously?"

"Don't act like it's no big deal. Yes, that is SERIOUSLY what I'm mad about! I'm sorry that it's not an important enough reason for you!"

"Really? What are you mad at me for? I'M not the one that took that picture sweetheart, YOU are! So don't go blaming me!"

"Oh ok, you didn't take the picture so that makes every all ok. And you going through my stuff; that's all fine too? Invading my privacy, none of it's your fault? Is that what you're saying? You had NO right to do that," she yelled. She was staring him down and he saw mostly anger and drunken haze but he also saw something in her eyes he wasn't expecting; a small twinge of fear.

"Bullshit," he said quietly. He stepped towards her, forcing her a step closer to the door.

"Excuse me," she said indignantly.

"You're lying. You're not mad because I saw that picture. You're really mad that I went through your stuff."

"Of course I am! Don't tell me I'm not-" He cut her off.

"No, you're not. You're not even that mad actually."

"Really," she asked him sarcastically. "If I'm not mad, what am I?"

"You're scared. You're scared of what I think of you because you took that picture."

"And why would I care? Why would I be so scared," she asked, attempting menace but not completely managing it.

"Please, we both know exactly how high school works. It's fine to pretend to be a slut, to just play around and joke about it. But if actually being a slut, that's a cardinal sin; your life is ruined."

"I'm not a slut," was all she had to say. She was very quiet and her eyes were downcast.

He stepped even closer to her, now trapping her against the door. "You're afraid because you want to know exactly what I thought of it." He pants, still unbuttoned were growing tight. He was getting turned on not just by his position of power over her, but also the fact that, by the way her breathing sped up, he could tell she was too.

"And what," she paused. "What did you think," she asked barely above a whisper.

He leaned down, slipping his leg in between her own and resting his right cheek on her own so he could whisper in her ear. "I thought it was hot. I wanted to make you scream my name; make you beg me to let you fall over that edge. I wanted to fuck you until you couldn't stand it."

He pushed his leg up slightly and he felt her pushing back against it, grinding against him. He knew just how turned on she was when she let out a loud moan and let her head fall back against the door. He didn't waste any time. His lips made their way to his neck and began kissing up and down its length.

"Mmm, Rodrick," she groaned. He gently bit on her collarbone and she gasped at the sensations. His hands moved to her hips, squeezing and pulling her closer. She moved her hands up his back and locked them around his neck. She rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes. "It's so good. Please Rodrick."

He made his way to her lips quickly and forced them open, his tongue tasting her mouth. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Her hands quickly tangled themselves in his hair and pulled fiercely at his roots. "God Eva," he moaned out to her. His hands slid down from her hips to the backs of her thighs. Squeezing tightly, he lifted her up off of the floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him. She was curvy, but she was still very light so Rodrick had no problems spinning them around and walking to the bed, leaning down so that he was over her.

She released him and landed with a soft plop. She used her arms to pull her back, closer to the headboard. He crawled on top of her and once again leaned down with his lips attached to her neck.

Eva was staring intently at him and her mouth was stuck, hanging open in a perfect 'o' as Rodrick started kissing down her neck, down onto her chest. Her hands moved up above her head, grasping the sheets above her head as his hands slid under the edge of her top, pushing it up to bunch around her chest. She felt his lips sliding across her stomach, working down her flesh. But at the same time, she also felt her alcohol-induced fog getting thicker and she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

"Wait," she wanted to say. But no words would come out. She rolled her head to the side. She knew she must have had more than she thought and now, the effects were rearing their heads.

Rodrick was just below her navel, about to undo the button of her shorts when he sensed that something had changed.; her responses had ceased and her breathing was now even. When he looked up, he said "Son of a bitch," as he saw that Eva had passed out. "You've got to be kidding me." He sat up and raised one of her arms, then dropped. It fell limply and bounced. "Eva? … E-va," he said but it was to no avail. She was dead to the world. He sighed heavily thinking of what he could do. He could just leave her, but that idea was tossed out immediately; he would feel like shit if he did that because the guys in his school weren't exactly perfect.

He thought about taking her home but then he realized that he didn't know where she lived. So he decided on the only thing that he could think of; taking her home with him. He turned her sideways and saw the outline of a phone in her back pocket. He pulled it out, opened it, and scrolled through the contacts. He found her mom and then clicked send text message.

He typed 'mom, staying Heathers, c u 2morrow, nite, 3 u' and then sent it, hoping it sounded like something that Eva would say. And then, as painful as it was for him to do, he put the phone back, pulled her shirt back into place and buttoned his jeans. He knew that 'little Rodrick' would not be happy but he was not about to finish what they had started. Next, he scooped Eva up in his arms and headed out into the hall. The noise of the party still surrounded them but Eva didn't even stir. So, he started filing past the people, some staring, some whistling and one even saying "Nice going Heffley, you wore her out." He just nodded.

"Yep, now excuse me, gotta go," he said.

He successfully made it outside when she seemed to wake up a bit. "I'm cold," she complained sleepily.

"Yeah well, we're outside and you're not exactly wearing a whole lot now are you," he answered, almost to his van.

"I don't feel good," she said while trying to escape his arms. He quickly lowered her and she dropped to all fours. "Eva, are you," he started just as she vomited all over the ground. Some of it splashed onto his shoes. "SHIT!" he yelled as he jumped back. She paused for a second, breathing heavily. They both thought that she was done but then he heard her say "Dammit," as she heaved again. Seeing her on the ground looking like she might die, he shook his head, forgetting about his shoes and squatted beside her, pulling her hair back with one hand and gently rubbing her back with the other.

"There you go. Alright, you can't have that much more," he said. But she had enough that they were down for another five minutes. After finally getting her up and buckled into the van, Rodrick was on the road. By that point, he was almost wishing that he had let her sleep it off at Mitch's house.

"Your van smells gross. I don't like it," she complained.

"Gee thanks. You know, you're so nice when you're drunk. Maybe you should drink more often," he said sarcastically while making a turn.

"Like, it stinks, really bad. Do you hide dead bodies in here or something?" She looked over at his face. "What's that," she asked.

"Hey, cut it out," he said while slapping at her hand as she poked a spot on his cheek. She pulled back. "Crabby," she said. She then took off her seatbelt and lay down across the space between their seats, her head in his lap facing his stomach. He could feel the way her breath tickled his stomach periodically.

"Uh, Eva, you should put your seatbelt on. And sit back up. Now would be best." He felt more than heard her giggle.

"Why?"

"Because if we get in a crash, you die," he said, rather annoyed as she looked up and poked his chin. She rolled over on her back and looked up at him. "Are you in a bad mood because you didn't get laid or because I threw up on your shoes?" she asked as she closed her eyes, propping her feet on one door handle, stretching her arms above her head to rest them on the other.

"You should sit up now or I'm slamming on the brakes," he told her as he turned into his neighborhood. "Liar," she said with a sigh. She was quiet for the rest of the short trip. When he turned onto his street, he slowed down tremendously and cut the lights. He crawled to a stop in front of the house and cut the engine. He looked down.

Even drunk and sleeping, Eva looked amazing. He hated to move her but it was the only way they were getting inside. He pushed her back up into her seat and quickly unbuckled himself. He climbed out, went to her side, and managing to get her out, not drop his keys or Eva, he made his way to the porch. He propped her against the door, one arm still around her and he quietly unlocked the door.

"Where are we," she asked, apparently awake now because of the movement. "Shh," he said. "We're at my house and we're going to go downstairs now. But we need to be very quiet or we're dead, ok?"

She just giggled and said drunkenly "You sound funny when you're serious."

"Yeah well if you would shut up it wouldn't be a problem so shhh." He got the door open and pulled the key out. He scooped her up.

"Whoa," she said with a giggle as her feet were swept out from under her. "Damn it," he hissed. When he got inside, he shut and locked the door. He then set her down and held onto one arm with his left hand while clamping his other down over her mouth.

"Eva, I really, really need you to be quiet. Because if my parents wake up, they will freak out and call your mom, maybe even the cops. Now, if you don't want to go to jail, you have got to stay quiet. Please."

She nodded, her eyes squinted in concentration. "I'm gonna move my hand now. You have to be quiet ok?" She nodded again. He slowly lowered his hand. "Shh." He then took her once more in his arms. He crept to the basement door and down the stairs. As soon as he was in his room, he managed to lock his door and then set her on his bed. He pulled the blanket down and proceeded to remove her boots revealing a white sock with pink cherries on one foot, a black one with neon stars on the other. He then looked at her clothes. He didn't think that sleeping in them would be all that comfortable. However, he also didn't want to risk her getting mad, not to mention loud, if he tried to change her; in the end, he decided that he would worry about her anger if she woke up.

He stepped over to his closet and grabbed a large white t-shirt off of a hanger. He started over to her and then sat down on the bed. Looking down at her he tried to think of the best way to get her in the shirt. He settled on slipping the shirt on over her own and then he untied her halter and, laying her back down, slid it down the length of her body; she remained still and dozing. He didn't want to even attempt anything with her shorts so he again settled, this time just undoing the button so that they would not strain uncomfortably while she slept.

This seemed to get her attention. "What are you doing," she asked him sleepily. "Nothing, go to sleep," he commanded after he once more covered her up.

"Was I quiet enough," she questioned.

He sighed. "Yeah Eva, but you need to go to sleep now." "Ok," she said as she closed her eyes once more.

Rodrick grabbed a blanket off of his floor, a black and white afghan. He was just settling into his battered old recliner when Eva spoke again. "Rodrick?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" This question caught him off guard.

"What do you mean?" He had thought that he had been relatively nice to her lately, in light of their falling out.

"I've been being so mean to you. I shouldn't be mean to you. It was my fault. I was being a bitch but you still brought me here and now you took care of me. Why are you being nice?" She sounded upset.

"Eva, I'm being nice to you because you deserve it. You're a really good person and I couldn't just leave you at that party. I'm the one that was wrong. I shouldn't have looked at your phone, shouldn't have even opened your bag. This fight that we had, it was my fault. Don't think it was you."

Rodrick was horrified to hear that she was sobbing when she replied. "But you're human. Anyone would have looked through it. It's my fault. I'm a slut now you know it and any of your friends know it. I'm sorry." She was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing any makeup she had applied. Her lip quivered and Rodrick didn't know what to do.

He stood up and walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. From there he was stuck, so he decided that just patting her back was the right thing to do. "You're not a slut. I told you that. And why would my friends know?" He continued his awkward petting.

"Please, everyone know how to text. It'd be easy to send that picture to any of them." She sobbed harder and her volume increased a bit.

"No, shhh, it's ok. Eva, I didn't send that to anyone. Not even myself. I swear." She looked up at his with mascara stained eyes. "Really?" He nodded with a grimace. "Really, you can stop crying now."

Eva threw her arms around his middle at an odd angle because she was lying down while he was sitting. "Thank you Rodrick. You're so nice, you're the best guy." She slid her hands under his shirt; he tensed but she only wiped her eyes and nose on his shirt before releasing him and lying back on the pillows.

"Ok, now that you're all better," he said as he looked at his shirt. As he stood, he pulled it off and tossed it towards his closet. He returned to his chair and was covering up with the blanket. His eyes were closed and all was silent except for the sound of their breathing. It was actually peaceful.

"Rodrick?" He sighed. 'It was peaceful,' he thought to himself.

"Yep?"

"I have to pee." He face palmed himself. 'This is going to be a long night.'

Ok, so there it is, chapter 10. I hope that you guys like it. I'm sorry for any typos. I don't think that I have many if any at all. So as always, review because I love getting those and somebody sent me one that actually got me to post this so they're always encouraging. Anyways, hope you liked it and TTFN, ta ta for now : )