Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a heart too full to function.

11:57 p.m.

"Just push on the door a little more."

"I am pushing, baka!"

"Come on Odango, it can't be that hard. Let me do it."

"Stoppp! You're just getting in the way!"

"Well I need you to move. I'm sure I can get the door open if you just scoot over."

"Scoot over where exactly? I'm pressed up against a wall."

"Why don't you go over to the broom again? I bet it's lonely."

"That's not funny."

11:58 p.m.

"So we're stuck?" I whispered.

"For now, I suppose. Hopefully after midnight the party will die down and we can make our pleas known."

The realization that not only was I inches away from Mamoru in a closet, but that I was trapped in that position made my heart almost leap out of my chest. I felt the pink start to crawl up along my neck and for once I was glad Mamoru couldn't see me as I flustered around next to him. I began gnawing on my bottom lip absentmindedly.

It was quiet a moment before I asked, "So…what do you want to do with me?"

"What kind of question is that?" Mamoru demanded, and I felt him take a step back from me.

Oh god, he thought all I could think about was our kiss. And so what if that was true?

"I-I wasn't saying anything like that!" I yelled, furiously trying to hide my humiliation. How could this happen to me? If Minako was here she would tell me to trust my internal lurve instincts and grab a hold of Mamoru… but the thought was too terrifying. I pressed myself up against the wall of the closet and remained glued there. "I mean to pass the time is all…"

There was a beat of silence before Mamoru said, "Well, what would you want to do, anyway?"

I felt my lips almost instantly pucker but I had to shun them with a firm hand. Oh my god. I could not let the thought of kissing Mamoru form in my brain or else I'd start yelling 'kiss me!' without me knowing it. Possibly in French. I had to think of something else to say!

"Perhaps a round of rugby?"

"What?"

My voice cracked. "Rugby?"

"Odango, we can't play rugby in a closet."

"Oh hahahaha, silly me. I meant to say badminton."

"What?"

"I… Just… Uhm…" Oh god!! I was becoming a dither-spaz whilst in a closet with Mamoru!! "I-I think I'm a bit claustrophobic," I stammered. Either that or I was scared Mamoru would leap out of the closet to get away from my babbling.

"Odango, relax," Mamoru said, landing a steady hand on my trembling shoulder. "I'm sure we'll get out of here soon."

I kind of flinched as he touched me. He had stepped closer to me again, and I could smell his minty breath. I loved that it wasn't tainted by the swirling smell of alcohol like Motoki's had been. I had an odd urge to jump into his arms and never leave them.

"Thanks," I said heavily, absentmindedly grabbing a hold of his shirt and clenching it in my fists.

"You're trembling," he said and his other hand landed on the small of my back.

My brain was in overload. Mamoru's hands on me were enough to make me want to start singing gloriously about the birds in the trees and the… er… moles in the dirt. What was going on? Was he going to kiss me? Would I freeze mid-pucker? Was he going to ask me to pass the butter? Was he finally done cooling off like an ice cube? Oh my goddd, I couldn't even think. The anticipation was killing me.

Then he spoke.

"Odango?"

"Yes?" I murmured, too scared to open my mouth in case I might start yelling in French.

"You're standing on my foot."

I leapt away, letting out a shrill laugh and hitting my head on the back of the closet in the process. I also kept a firm grip on Mamoru's shirt so he kind of came crashing forward until he was pressed up against me and the wall.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried, attempting to straighten myself out.

"Still a klutz, I see," He said, his voice startling close to my face.

"Er, I didn't mean to… well, it was your foot you see, and I tried to leap away… and it was, uhm…"

What was I saying???

Strangely, Mamoru hadn't moved from his position, and I was still crushed underneath him.

"Odango?" he murmured, and his lips brushed mine helplessly; a mere touch.

I instantly turned into a startled cod in the dark. Although I wasn't sure if many fish lived in dark closets. Not that I had literally turned into a cod but rather I resembled one and I just… SHUT UP BRAIN.

Had he meant to do that? Did that count as our second kiss? I almost started doing my influenza impression right there and then I was so anxious. But I stifled my insane tendency to start waving myself around simply because Mamoru was so close to me.

"Mmm?" I hummed, too terrified to move my mouth since I knew it might be right up against his.

"You really shouldn't be here," he said, lips once again brushing against mine.

I stiffed under him, trying to ignore all the thoughts running through my brain because I knew they were all deranged. I thought about inching my face away from his, but of course the back of my head was flattened against the wall of the closet. I had no where else to go.

"Why?" I asked tentatively, consequently brushing my lips along his again.

He tightened his grip around my waist and said, "Because someone might come in."

Sunday, June 17

12:00 a.m

I was basically nose to nose with Mamoru and trying not to hyperventilate.

Before I knew what was happening, I heard an explosion of cheers and Michiko's loud voice booming through the walls of the closet. It was midnight, her birthday was officially over. Mamoru seemed to snap back into the reality of the situation and stepped away from me.

Almost instantly the closet door swung open as a giggling girl dragged a boy towards the inside of the closet. Mamoru took the oppertunity to take two quick strides out into the hallway in half a second. It took me a few more seconds to recover from the abrupt coldness I felt when his body left mine. The couple who had opened the door stood blinking at me as Mamoru vanished behind them. I forced back any bewildered tears and stepped out of the closet.

"It's all yours," I said stupidly.

"Sorry, didn't know this was, er, occupied," the guy said sheepishly as his girlfriend yanked him into the closet and slammed the door in my face.

I was completely shocked.

I stood in the hallway as various people pushed past me in both directions, willingly letting my body go any way it was led. I looked out vaguely at the mass of people all grabbing their closest peers and kissing them, like a true midnight celebration. I felt robbed of the same joy that surrounded me.

Why couldn't Mamoru just be mine?

I felt frustrated and humiliated. How could he just toss me away in a split second? I was still reeling from the abrupt ending to our almost-kiss. Why wasn't he willing to be affectionate when other people were around? And if he didn't like me, then why had he nearly kissed me again?

I saw Michiko in the center of the celebrations. She was laughing freely with Minako and dancing with the many boys who seemed to flock to her. Despite her skinny arms, she looked rather radiant.

I walked out into the cold night air alone.

12:05 a.m.

"Odango."

I was startled to see Mamoru waiting outside of Michiko's path for me.

I bundled up all the rest of my courage and yelled, "What do you want?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at me seriously.

"Are you walking home alone?"

"Maybe," I said.

"Follow me," he commanded and started walking in front of me.

I followed Mamoru's stride, which was twice as long as mine, although I wasn't really sure why. I was so confused I probably would have started tap dancing if someone told me to.

"Don't you want to stay for the party after Michiko's countdown?" I ventured.

"Not really," came the reply.

I thought about Michiko dancing – smiling, happy. "But… don't you like her?" My face felt hot as I asked it. I didn't know if I really wanted to know the answer. I wondered vaguely where we were walking to.

"I'm not much for parties," he said without really answering my question.

Finally he stopped and I realized we were standing in front of his flashy red sports car.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

"I'm taking you home."

I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded.

"What?!" I yelled. "What gives you the right to decide when I leave a party?"

"You said you were heading home," Mamoru said warily.

"I said MAYBE!" I screeched, letting all my frustration swirl out of me with every word. I started walking away from him, too exasperated to face whatever it was between us.

"I'm not going to let you walk home by yourself."

"What do you care?" I challenged, keeping my pace steady and calling over my shoulder. "You don't care about me at all! And who says I'm even going home tonight?! I'm and not always home on a Saturday night in my pajamas you know!!"

Then I started running before Mamoru could object.

12:45 a.m.

I'm home and in my pajamas.

About three minutes after my arrival my parents came in through the door. Dad and Uncle Kisho were singing loud songs I had never heard. Probably ancient tunes that only the elderly mad enjoy. My mom was hushing them while simultaneously trying to carry Shingo, who was fast asleep, into his room.

I promptly pulled the covers over my head and pretended I was asleep.

But about two seconds later my dad came crashing into my room.

"USAGI, we're home!!" And he hiccupped.

Uncle Kisho pulled on his arm and noisily said, "Shhhh, she's ASLEEP, Kenji."

"Oh right, right."

And they slammed the door behind them.

Couldn't they see that I was fast asleep and trying to enjoy a peaceful slumber?

12:47 a.m.

Even though I wasn't.

1:15 a.m.

I can't sleep. I'm thinking non-stop about Mamoru. I truly don't understand him.

And now I'm so exhausted I don't know if I want to understand him.

Isn't love supposed to be simple?

1:37 a.m.

Should I play hard to get with Mamoru and just continue waiting for him to disregard his sensible objections? Or should I directly ask him to be mine and only mine?

Or perhaps I should just give up.

Ho hum.

10:30 a.m.

I opened my eyes and suddenly realized it was morning. I fell asleep crying and now my eyes were all pink and swollen like little mice eyes.

I peeked out into the hallway to a quiet house. My family must have been sleeping, a rare occurrence because of their late night.

I heard Uncle Kisho snoring from our upstairs guest room.

And suddenly I had an idea.

10:47 a.m.

"Mako-chan."

"Hello Usagi-chan. How are you?"

"Listen, is it true that the way the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?"

Makoto laughed freely. "Well, I've always thought so."

"Really? It'll make them fall in love with you?"

"Sure. There isn't any better way to show your feelings to a man than to make him a nice meal. It shows him that you care."

"But do I want to show him that I care?" I asked. "What about playing hard to get and so on?"

"Well, I always say being direct is the best answer," Makoto said reasonably. "Just be honest."

I pondered this a moment. Then I said, "You're right. I whole-heartedly agree. Now, can you please make me cookies to give to Mamoru and I'll pretend I made them?"

10:50 a.m.

"Minako-chan."

"Usagi! I was just about to call you. I'm gathering all the girls around for a big SUMMER OF LURVE get together."

"Aren't you tired from partying last night?"

"No!" she cried, "We've gotta keep on, keep on, don't we Usagi-chan?"

Something about Minako's energy bothered me. It seemed like she was trying too hard to cover up something. I couldn't think of how to bring it up so I just said, "But Minako-chan, we still have 6 weeks until summer vacation."

"It's a party of flavor and possibilities," she explained. "It's a countdown to all things lurve related!!"

Minako sure knows how to get me excited for something. I was actually looking forward to hanging out with my friends. "It sounds v. cool. When are we doing it?"

"Right now. We are all meeting at the arcade. Be ready in a half. And wear a bunch of orange!!"

"Orange???"

"Yes, orange! It's the SUMMER OF LURVE after all!" she exclaimed.

"Listen, Minako-chan. Do you know how to cook?"

"No, you should talk to Mako-chan for those things."

"I already did," I explained, "But she won't make me cookies to win over Mamoru's heart because she says I need to be honest. She says I should be proud of myself and show him my abilities, even if they aren't as developed as hers in the cooking department."

"What??? That's completely wrong Usagi-chan; don't listen to her."

"Why?" I asked, truly confused.

"Love is a game, my petite palley!" she yelled, getting me all riled up again. "You've gotta play it. And that means boy entrapment and sex kitten appeal, not burnt cookies and klutz attacks."

"Who says my cookies would be burnt?" I demanded, thinking back to how my klutz attack had actually brought Mamoru micro-inches from my lips.

"That's not the point. The point is, you've gotta fight for what you love!"

I pondered this for a moment but Minako interrupted my deep thoughts.

"Okay I've gotta run. I've got self tanner on. Mwwwwahhh!"

And she put the phone down on me.

11:15 a.m.

No one up at my house to drive me anywhere.

Just all alone to walk by myself.

I wonder if something is really bothering Minako?

Ho hum.

It looks like rain.

11:16 a.m.

I am wearing a strapless, stripy sundress for the summer-of-lurve shindig and it looks like rain.

Fabulous.

Not.

11:17 a.m.

Also, the man I love is into insects with stringy hair and the last time I saw him he didn't bother to kiss me (properly). In fact, we have only really kissed once (officer) and it was interrupted by his cold level-headedness.

11:18 a.m.

What is the point?

11:19 a.m.

I walked into the arcade feeling depressed. I couldn't even bear to see if Mamoru was there ignoring me like usual. But I actually did sneak a peak and he was looking at me.

I sort of hopped away from the entrance in surprise and he called, "Are you here for the ridiculous orange fest?"

I glanced over towards the tables and immediately saw a bunch of orange balloons and streamers.

I tugged down on my dress annoyingly and said with a hint of sophistication, "Actually, it is a very grown-up get-together for ladies of the highest caliber."

Hahahahhaha, yesss!

All he said was, "Right."

I was so insulted that he had abandoned me, yelled at me, and now was mocking me that I turned around in a huff to storm off. But I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw an orange Minako waving at me from across the room. Oh my god. Is that what she meant by orange? Had she actually wanted us to use body paint?

As I drew near she called, "Whatchya think of my new tan? Isn't it groovy?"

I had to stop myself from choking in my coughing fit.

"Minako-chan, you are quite literally a vision of orange."

"Well, it is the summer-of-lurve party."

"Yes, but the point of a tan is to look sun kissed, not orange."

"I'm NOT orange."

"You are. You look like a tangerine."

11:24 a.m.

Minako is no longer speaking to me. She's so unreasonable. I only pointed out a useful fact and she got all sensitive about it. That's not like her either, so I tried to bring her out of her funk by making jokes with her. I started calling her Tangerine but I guess she didn't find it very amusing.

Luckily Ami showed up to sit between us because I was sick of her sending me death glares.

Ami politely said, "Minako-chan, too much sun exposure isn't healthy, you know."

I just sent Minako my "I told you so" look.

11:30 a.m.

Rei showed up wearing a red halter and a charcoal colored jacket. Minako was immediately in her face huffing about.

"Rei-chan, that doesn't fit the requirements of our lurve fest," Minako said.

Rei snorted. "I'm not here for love, you dummy. Men are foolish."

"Come on Rei-chan. It's for the spirit of summer," I piped up.

"You aren't even wearing one little piece of orange," Minako pressed, scowling.

Rei frowned. "Yes, but you're orange enough for the both of us."

11: 45 a.m.

Makoto finally showed up and opened her mouth to say hello when Minako exploded.

"Shut-up about my tan!!" she yelled.

It was silent in the arcade.

Jeez, she's sensitive today. Nobody even said anything about her tan except for all the times I had asked, "Tangerine, will you please pass the butter?"

Once she had realized there was no butter, she sent me her worst look and started fuming in the corner.

I wonder what's wrong with her.

11:50 a.m.

After we had all settled down, we ordered ourselves (virgin) margaritas (oooer) and put on sunglasses. We all looked very posh and everybody was staring at us as we sipped our drinks. I felt like I was on a vacation somewhere warm and tropical, despite the rain that was threatening out the window. Nothing could stop us; we were all talking and laughing together like it really was a summer party.

Minako said, "Well, this is the party of summer lurve, so let's begin all the goss."

The sunglasses made it very easy for me to spy on Mamoru's back without anyone thinking I was staring. Even though I was.

"Do you see the way he is facing away from me?" I demanded. "It's like he is purposely turning his back to me."

"Well, that is the direction the seats face," Ami pointed out.

"So?"

11:55 a.m.

"Why won't he talk to me reasonably?" I asked Rei after the other girls had gotten engrossed into Minako's tale of self-tanner. Rei had taken off her shades in an attempt to look more sophisticated than us all, but I was still happily sipping on my drink with my sunglasses on. I had even considered wearing my comedy-size sunglasses, but thought better of it. Lurve was a game, after all!

She sighed. "Usagi-chan, just give it time. I'm sure he'll come talk to you soon."

"About last night?"

Rei rolled her eyes. "Sure."

As if on cue, I saw Mamoru shift in his seat and get up. Then he turned to walk towards our direction. I started to panic. Should I run up to him? Should I pop a balloon as a distraction? What should I do?

"Rei-chan, I think you really are physic," I whispered, trying to lighten the tension I was suddenly feeling.

As he drew nearer, I grabbed Rei's arm for support. God he was gorgeous walking like that. Well, he was gorgeous sitting too. I doubt there was one inch of him that wasn't gorgeous. Oh my godddd he was coming over to talk to me. What was he going to say? Was he going to apologize for last night and kiss me in front of everyone? Had he finally decided to make me his girlfriend?

He came to stand directly in front of our table. I looked up expectantly at him, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, but he wasn't looking at me.

Then he said, "Rei, I'd like to speak with you. Mind if we meet for coffee tomorrow after you get out of school?"

Rei seemed just as shocked as I was that he was talking to her instead of me. I turned to bore my eyes into her. She couldn't possibly say yes, could she?

Then she said, "Uhm, yes. Yes. That would be all right."

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable that is why.

"Okay. I'll pick you up at your school gate, then."

"Er, alright. I'll see you there."

And then he turned and walked away without even looking or speaking with me.

11:56 a.m.

"What was that all about?" I yelled as soon as Mamoru was out of the arcade.

Rei shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm sure it's nothing."

"NOTHING? Rei-chan, you are MEETING with him for COFFEE and he's going to PICK YOU UP in front of EVERYONE at your SCHOOL." I was absolutely exasperated with trying to explain the situation to Rei, who seemed not to care in the least that the love of my life was asking her on a date.

"I'm sure it's nothing," she said again.

"Well you can't go."

She turned to look at me, one deadly eyebrow arched in my direction. "And why can't I?"

"Because… because you can't."

Rei laughed in an annoying way. "Yeah okay, Usagi."

I felt like crying then. How could she be doing this to me? I had been waiting patiently for Mamoru to be mine, and now he was going on a date with my best friend. This couldn't be happening. I bundled up my fists and attempted to hold back my tears.

Suddenly Minako spoke up, "Rei-chan, maybe you shouldn't go… You know, Usagi-chan really likes him…"

Rei stood up from the table and flipped her long hair over one shoulder as she shifted her weight around. "I don't see how you can all make such a big deal about something like this. It's just coffee – not a date. It's not the end of the world if I go out for coffee with someone. And I'm NOT out to steal Mamoru from Usagi."

We all looked at her silently.

"Then why are you going to meet him?" Makoto asked quietly.

It was silent again as Rei looked from each one of us.

"I can't believe this," she scoffed.

Then she turned and walked out of the arcade.

11:55 a.m.

"Listen, Rei is your friend. She's not gonna snatch Mamoru out from under you nose," Makoto said reasonably.

"Why not? I would do it. In fact, I kind of did. He is so gorgeous it takes away all my sense," I pointed out.

"Yes, but you know Rei. She's too haughty for that type of girlish delight," Makoto continued.

I was deep in thought about this when Minako interrupted my pondering.

"Well so much for a lurve-fest," she said sadly.

We all turned our gazes to the windows, where the rain was slowly winding down the glass.

"But lurve comes again, right?" Makoto asked lightly, giving Minako a nudge.

Minako didn't say anything and merely shrugged.

12:10 p.m.

It's raining outside.

And I am getting completely soaked as I walk home.

I'm so depressed.

12:12 p.m.

What is the point?

12:42 p.m.

I came into my house and Uncle Kisho and my dad were at the table nursing two tall drinks. Momma was rushing around them both, putting wet towels on their head and clicking her tongue.

"Rough night?" I asked.

"Never you mind, Usagi," Mom said.

I went up into my room and shut the door.

1:00 p.m.

To call or not to call?

1:02 p.m.

Rei must have changed her mind by now, right?

1:03 p.m.

Would Mamoru ever like me or was I wasting my time?

1:07 p.m.

Had I really stolen Mamoru from Rei?

1:30 p.m.

I finally got up the guts to call Rei.

"Rei-chan."

"What is it, Usagi?" she asked, sounding defiant.

"Well… I was just wondering… I mean I know you said you would but I thought maybe you had changed your mind and I just…"

"Spit it out, Usagi," she ordered.

I took a deep breath and then said, "Well you aren't really going to meet Mamoru tomorrow, are you?"

"I am."

"What?" I demanded.

"You have no claim over me; I can do what I want."

"But… How can you…"

"It's not a date, Usagi."

"Yes it is. It's a date. And you are going on it with Mamoru."

"Well, so what if I do go on a date with Mamoru?" she yelled.

"Then I can never forgive you!"

"Stop being so dramatic," she spat.

"Dramatic?? I am not dramatic. I am full of genuine feelings. My feelings are calling out to me – they are bursting with robust denial of yearning."

"What on earth are you saying, Usagi?"

I wasn't quite sure what I was saying so I just yelled, "I hope you fall into a vat of whelks!!"

"You don't even know what a whelk is, do you?"

"Of course I do."

She laughed. "No you don't. You think it they are like giant lizards, don't you?"

"Er. No."

"Then what are they?"

"Well… not giant lizards… but a type of lizard…"

"They are snails, you baka!!" And she slammed the phone down on me.

1:32 p.m.

I looked in my encyclopedia and whelks really are a type of snail.

1:35 p.m.

Luna walked in while I was reading the encyclopedia and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Are you... are you studying, Usagi?" she gasped.

"It's not that strange," I commented with an air of sophistication. "I am a very studious, you know. I've got a mind filled to the brim with information that is worthy of only the brightest students."

Luna actually laughed. Then she couldn't stop laughing. I had to pick her up and take her out of my room to make her shut up.

2:45 p.m.

I'm lying in my bed with no purpose. I keep imagining Rei running up to Mamoru after school and kissing him on the cheek while he zooms of with her on his motorbike. For some reason whenever I imagine it, Rei is wearing a beret and carrying French bread. Maybe in my deranged mind only the French steal people's boyfriends.

2:45 p.m.

I know Mamoru wasn't really my boyfriend but his lips had spoken for him the moment they met mine.

They said, "Usagi, you are sex bomb. Be mine."

2:46 p.m.

And possibly, "You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen."

2:47 p.m.

And also, "Will you please pass the butter?"

2:48 p.m.

Hahahaha. Even in the midst of a personal crisis in the best friend department I can make a joke. The only reason that is a joke is because Royce had sung it to me so long ago...Well, it was only yesterday but it sure felt long ago.

He was a good guy, that Royce. Mainly because he saw my beauty and wit for what they were. If only every boy was that sensible.

3:14 p.m.

I wandered downstairs when I heard some awful noises coming from our living room.

Uncle Kisho and my dad were singing loudly into some microphones that were hooked up to a small speaker. I realized it was a karaoke machine and they were stumbling over the words and laughing A LOT. Momma was clapping her hands to the tune and smiling like a loon. I guess the party-flavor had returned to them.

"Don't you realize that some of us are trying to study?" I yelled over the noise, even though it was a blatant lie.

Mom turned around and said, "Oh Usagi! Come join your father for a round."

"No."

"But dear, it would be so lovely. I'm sure a daddy daughter duet would be the sweetest thing!"

"No."

"USAGI." Mom was glaring at me with fire in her eyes. I knew better than to try and argue with her at this point. Really there was no helping it.

My mother dragged me to the center of the living room and yanked the microphone out of Uncle Kisho's hands mid-word. Uncle Kisho didn't seem to notice and kept on singing until my mom pushed him into one of our couches.

"Now time for a lovely song," she hummed, going to sit next to Uncle Kisho.

My dad raised his eyebrows at me, grinning wildly. "What do you want to sing?"

"Anything but 'Another One Bites the Dust,'" I said dryly.

"Wonderful idea, Usagi!!" My dad said, turning the track with the remote on the TV.

I died instantly. I had to remain full of sophistication at all times. I couldn't be caught dead singing along with my father AGAIN. But then the familiar beat started up and I felt my body scream out, "DANCE USAGI!" I tried to shun my crazy urges with a firm hand, but then I noticed my hips were wiggling on their own. My father started singing the first verse and my foot started tapping while my mouth magically sung along with him. Before I knew what was happening I was in a full-fledge, hip-shaking, hair-thrashing routine with my father, while we belted out the tunes in horrible pitch.

3:25 p.m.

How does this always happen to me?

3:26 p.m.

Well it actually was quite fun.

3:27 p.m.

Oh well. If you can't beat them, join them!!

A/N:

My Dear Friends,

I just finished the most extensive project at work I'll have to face all year. I worked 12 hours everyday for a full week! It was crazy. We had to design (and then redesign… and then design yet again) 65 pages, which would normally require a staff of 15 designers and we only had 2! Let's just say I'm exhausted and glad to be done with it.

But I'm very happy to be back to my lively self and writing again for all of you, who I love… A LOT. And so that's why I want to let my goal known… I want over 100 reviews!! Maybe it's silly but I will literally do a jig in my kitchen if I get them. And take pictures. Possibly. So come on!!

Thank you once again for sticking with me and my crazy ramblings. You don't know how much it means to me.

Was this chappie too sad? I promise next one won't be. I also think it's gonna be the big finale chapter ;-)

Lurve and karaoke,

Mels