Hey yall, it's good to be back in town! I thoroughly appoligize for the short chapter and the long wait but you can't expect me to have any sort of pattern when it comes to my terrible chronic writer's block. Well, anyways I want to thank everyone who has reviewed. Each and every one of you has inspired me and kept me going when I thought about quitting multiple times. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

I took a deep breath, put on a convincing smile and stepped into the room. Upon looking at his face my smile became real. Oh, how I had missed him.

"Sup Blazin' B?" I greeted.

His eyes became as wide as pizzas. "Oh my dear Lord. Where have you been? It's been so lonely without our little midnight chats. Is that fried chicken?" He asked all at once.

I threw my head back and laughed. "Okay," I answered. "To answer all your questions: Busy, I know, and yes."

I gave him the plate and some fruit juce and once again he devoured it down in record timing.

"Oh my God. Your food is always so delicious. You make all of this?" He questioned.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Well take a moment to imagine The Joker or Harley Quinn in a pink apron making delicious and sane meals."

He shuddered. "I see what you mean."

"Wait a second," he started again. "How the hell can you guys go shoppping?"

I smiled a secretive smile. "I go in disguise."

"Disguise?" He asked skeptically.

"Yep."

"Disguised as what?"

"An Amish girl."

"WHAT?"

I giggled. "Well I put on a long, brown, long sleeved dress. I put some foundation on the parts of my skin that will be showing and I cover my hair in a prayer cap."

His cocky, sarcastic smile danced on his lips. "Ya know, that's funny because when I go shopping I dress as a penacostal woman. I get this long ass wig and a large skirt and-"

"Ha freaking ha!" I interupted.

"I like your shirt by the way." He said.

Suddenly I remembered something. "Oh! That reminds me. I bought some clean clothes for you let me go get them."

I hurried out of the room to grab the clothes.

Brandon's POV

I was confused with myself. When I saw her face happiness filled my entire body and when she left to get the clothes I felt this hollowness in my chest.

Why was she causing this to happen to me?

I thought about her with her soft, pale skin and her beautiful silky hair.

I love it when she blushed; she got this almost normal skin hue in her face. Not to mention it was just cute to get the psycho killer to get all flustered and embarresed.

I relized what was up with me just seconds before she stepped in.

Zachary's POV

When I walked back into the room he looked out of breath and in shock.

"Whats the matter?" I laughed. "Did you run around the roon fourty-six times while i was gone?"

He just shook his head and laughed.

Well, I thought it's best to make him his happiest on his last night.