AN: BAHAHAHAHAHA. Again with the feeling of evils. No, I have no idea why I'm talking like the dogs from Up. I'd like to thank Hollow-shadows for liking Repo all of a sudden, Carrie for being shocked and appalled by my latest M. Night Shyamalan-esque twists, A-creature-of-darkness for slipping ito comas near-constantly, Emmaline for having a spaz attack and bloodydarkwolf for pretty much being the awesomest person ever. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! and I never have and never will, unless I marry one of the creators, but I doubt that. XD

As soon as Nathan reached the door, it was as if he snapped right out of being Repo and went back to normal. His wicked grin faded to a confused look and he muttered something under his breath. Something that sounded like "Dear lord, did I just.."

Mia was standing beside him, looking at him with a puzzled look on her face, head cocked to the side.

He looked worried and refused to meet her gaze. Realizing he was still holding her hand and letting it go with an almost nervous twitch, backing away from her hand slightly, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes with a twitch of his head.

"T-that was nothing. I.. I have no feelings for you whatsoever." He told her matter-of-factly, though he sounded doubtful.

She just looked at him, her face unreadable, not that Nate was a very good judge of emotion anyway.

"…Whatever." She shook it off like it was nothing. Or at least that's what it seemed like to him.

In her mind she was chastising herself. How could she be so stupid? (And why did she provoke him like that? She had no idea that that was how he was going to react, sending her head a-flutter, in stupid freaking little lovelorn pitter-patters, ones that made her feel sick to her stomach, to be totally cliché about it.)

"We're going to be late." She muttered softly, pretty much just repeating what he said only moments before.

He didn't say anything, only glanced back up the stairs towards Shilo's bedroom, probably hoping the kid didn't hear anything. (But no, the kid was too busy watching her show, having given up on Mia and Nathan. She was watching something about the Largos, it seemed like some kind of reality game show. Something the author may be writing about in the near future, sometime soon.)

"Look, Nate, I'm sorry about before… No, that won't work. 'About before. I'm sorry?' No! That won't work either." Mia was muttering to herself, standing in front of the mirror in the women's lavatory of the surprisingly fancy restaurant Nathan took her to.

She was psyching herself up for the 'big apology', as she called it, gesticulating with her hands with jazz hands like movements included.

"No. That sounds too.. Lame." She concluded and made a face in the mirror as she thought up another line she could use in her 'big apology' (again said with jazz hands).

"I.. I'm sorry I said those things about you, I really am. Can we talk about it?" No, dammit. That sounded like something straight out of an after school tv special.

How about this: "Nate, look. I'm apologizing. Now you apologize and we'll settle this like normal people, deal?" No, that wouldn't work. Too straightforward. Plus, what would he be apologizing for? Kissing her? Nononono. That just wasn't, well, right.

Ugh, she thought to herself as she looked down at the watch on her wrist. It had already been almost a half hour. She had better get out there fast or else Nathan would think she didn't want to see him then, or even worse, that she ditched him.

So she washed her hands slowly with cool water and walked to the door.

As she reached for the handle, one of the bathroom stall doors opened. A little girl probably around six or seven, walked out of it. "Um, I fink you should say you'we sowwy, or, um, youwe fwiend might be sad."

Then a few feet away, another person chimed in from the stall next door, one over from the kid's one. The older woman replied. "The youngin's right. Tell him ya love him. He'll probably understand."

Mia was slightly taken aback by this suggestion. "But I don't- He's not-"

The old woman just cackled in that deranged old-person way and said, "No need to thank me." the she sighed wistfully. "Ah, young love."

"Well, that's just great." Mia muttered to herself as she walked back to the table they were seated at.

What was that with all that advice? Those people certainly had the wrong idea about her and- Oh god. They thought she was working on a 'big apology' (no jazz hands there for this one this time) for her boyfriend!

Oh dear Lord, she was mortified.

And it didn't help that the old lady from the bathroom winked at her and nudged her in that brown-nosing old person way as she walked by her and said to her, "Just kiss him. Kiss him good!" Good, god, what a pervy old grandma.

She suppressed a shudder and faked a smile as she sat at the table.

Nathan looked up at her without making eye-contact for just the briefest of seconds before looking back down at the menu, or rather, his hands clenched tightly on top of the menu. "What was that all about?"

She shrugged her shoulders, up and down, even though he didn't even see the gesture anyway, and looked down, not looking at him either. "No idea, some crazy old broad."

She leaned forward, putting her fingers together to make a triangle and she looked up at him from across the table. "Look.. Nate."

He looked up at her, meeting her brown eyes for just a split second before blinking and averting his gaze, not meeting her eyes again. "What is it this time?"

"That.. k-kiss, it didn't mean anything, did it?" She swallowed painfully, her mouth and throat going completely dry. She had to grab her water glass and drink half of it before she was able to speak clearly.

"O-of course not." He stuttered out as he replied, a little too quickly, still totally not meeting her gaze. She studied him for a moment, as he wasn't looking at her and thus wouldn't think she was scrutinizing him in a creepy manner.

If she didn't know better, she would have guessed he had the faintest of blushingly red blotches across his high cheekbones. But he wouldn't be blushing, not know, not like this, all because of some stupid question having to do completely with and because of some stupid kiss that didn't even mean anything. She blamed the stupid lighting in this stupid place with the stupid people who didn't mind their own freaking business.

"Then why'd you do it?" She asked him, astonished at herself that she had the guts to ask him that at all.

The question caught him completely by surprise, but he had enough time to think of an answer before blurting out that it was repo who did it and not himself. "I.. I wanted to prove I wasn't such a loser, or a 'hard-ass', as you called me." He remarked, finally meeting her gaze with his hazel-green eyes behind those glasses of his.

That was just.. Too much for her. That excuse of his made her eyebrows go up, right into her sweeping hairline. "And do you think it worked?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say it didn't work, if that's what you're implying, yes." He replied, snappily, as he downed another glass of wine in big gulping sips. (Snappily, that's a word, right?)

She fixed him with a penetrating stare, pressing the tips of her steepled fingers together and then putting them to her mouth in thought. "Why not then?"

He met her gaze, his eyes flashing almost dangerously, growing more bold by the moments that passed.

(That actually may have been either because big bad Repo was egging him on, though he didn't hear him, probably because he was ignoring him completely, or it was possibly because he was a teeny tiny little bit tipsy from the half of a bottle of wine he drank while she was in the toilet for a half hour. It was probably the latter though, because the flush on his face didn't dissipate and he was more prone to smirking at her, although he looked to be moreso likely to cry or freak out angrily than laugh.)

"Because you're here, aren't you? If it hadn't of worked, you'd be long gone by now." Nathan replied dryly with a tinge of malice to his voice.

(No, this wasn't Repo coming out once more, this right here was all Nathan's doing. )

"Maybe I just came back out of pity. You think of that, eh, smart guy?" Mia retorted back at him with a quirk of her eyebrow, leaning closer across the table, a smirk on her face, her hands splayed outwards on the surface of the table.

Nathan leaned forward as well, his teeth bared in a fierce mocking grin as he harshly hissed the words "Pity? You? Ha. Don't make me laugh."

Mia just made a face at him, and pretty much the only thing she could think to do in retaliation (give him a little idea of what he made her feel inside) was to grab his face in her hands, and hiss right back at him, " How about a taste of your own medicine, eh, Doctor Wallace?"

She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips to his. That was completely unexpected to the poor man, and he just sat there, eyes wide, almost in shock.

And she kissed him right then and there, in the middle of the restaurant, across the table, she pretty much kneeling on her seat.

That old biddy from the toilets just clapped and cheered like the creepy old woman she was, peeping at the couples trying to enjoy their meals without interruptions.

Finally she pulled away and breathlessly retorted with a manic grin. "How about that, you heart-stealing jerk?"

He just stuttered out complete and total gibberish, utterly flustered, his face now absolutely red with embarrassment.

She sat back in her seat looking satisfied with the reaction she got out of him. Settling back into her chair, and leaning back, she watched him with her head cocked to the side as he stammered out unintelligible half-sentences that didn't make any sense.

AN: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~ -does the devious dance- XD The idea for the little girl actually came to me from a Buffy fanfic. Weird, huh? Anyway, read, review, love it. Slip into comas, beat yourself about the head and neck with your keyboards, have spaz attacks, go on long-ass tangents about the gloriousity (shut up it's a word!) of Anthony Stewart Head's legs in fishnet stockings, exclaim WHAT A TWIST in M. Night Shyamalan fashion, get drunk and partay, rape unsuspecting sexy librarians, repossess some organs! Whatever, as long as you review! :D

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