People actually liked the last chapter! I was pretty amazed! I was waiting for a super-mad flames. THIS STUFF IS CRAP! Why the h*ll are you writing this sh*ty piece of f***ing junk? Or something sort of along that line... Well people liked it! I'm glad. I am glad that you enjoy it. Because you know if you enjoy it, YOU MAKE ME ENJOY IT TOO! *Lapulta grins widely*

Joelle8; Seriously? YOU ARE AWESOMENESS! There is absolutely no way that you can even convince me for a smigit of a second that you are not awesome. Nope, nada, none.

Oo! You liked the cupcake! Here! Have some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies too! They're right out of the oven. *hands Joelle8 a heaping platter of cookies* Go ahead. Take it. It's Thanksgiving anyway... We've got lots.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Sappiness must be included somewhere in a story somewhat. It isn't really a story without it. But I did try to keep my sappiness to a limit. Heaven forbid, I have Maddie slip off the cliff, Edward saves her and she falls into his arms fainting and murmuring something about- umm... Murmuring something. Yeah. Heaven forbid. That's just- weird, and gross, and Mary-Sue, and... weird. Who ever came up with the idea for calling an out-of-line person Mary-Sue anyway? I think it just sounds weird. Why not call it OOLC (Out Of Line Character?) Oh well, I think that'd be something cool to look into. Not that you have to do it or anything...

Alexandra; You are smart... You are awesome... You are great... You are right... *continues chant endlessly*

And I'm sorry about your name. I'm typing all the review replies on my other computer so it's all done by memory. I didn't remember how your name was spelled exactly. My apologies.

M: Ahh, the interesting concept. And no, you can't sneak any more cream puffs.

E: You don't make those anyway... Jane does. She makes them better than you did too. They don't have that crispy edge.

M: Insult!

Three Days Later;

Chapter Eighteen;

"And This is My Fiancé..."

"So," Edward leaned against the hitching rail, watching Madeleine make sure that her straw hat was tugged safely down over her pinned-up hair. "Remind me why we're here. Just because you met this lady a gazillion years-"

"Five," Madeleine interrupted.

"Five years ago. That doesn't mean we have to go tripping all over the world just to meet her. Besides, it's not like Luke's ever going to go a-l-l the way through Spain just to find us. There's a million villages and I'll bet there's even more cities. We'll be safe for the rest of our lives here."

Madeleine gave him a be-realistic look. "I'd give ourselves six weeks at most. Any more time would be dangerous."

Edward shrugged, "Whatever you say Mads, but still. I think we're good."

"And remind me who has been playing this game longer. You, or me."

"Fine, fine." Edward straightened up. "I give in. But you still have to explain to me why we're here."

"Is it a crime for someone to introduce their Fiancé to their old friend? Hmm?" She sidled up to Edward, eyes laughing. He couldn't resist and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm lucky that no one's on the street right now." Madeleine murmured and pulled away. But she squeezed Edward's hand as she did so. In her tunic, people definitely wouldn't take kindly to the two of them being together. Madeleine started up the steps to Michelle's resturant and walked through the door.

"... Who's that?"

"... weird, looks from out of town..."

"... Why are they here?"

Madeleine had learned Spanish, and Edward too -a minimal amount, but enough- and they caught glimpses of the conversation as they walked up to the front counter. Edward behind Madeleine. She sidled up to the edge and poked her head over the five foot brick wall separating the kitchen from the tables.

Michelle was red-faced and sweaty, just like the last time Madeleine had seen her, but for once, she didn't seem in a good mood. "What you want to order?" She pushed a head-full of straight brown hair out of her eyes as she kneaded dough like her life depended on it.

"Depends," Madeleine shrugged. Edward stared. Was she trying to get them thrown out?

"Hey, listen up boy," Michelle stopped her kneading and looked directly into Madeleine's eyes. "I've got a line. And apparently, you're in the line. And if you're in the line, then you order something. Got it?"

"What happens if you didn't know you were in the line?" A few people behind Madeleine started to snicker.

"THEN GET OUT OF IT!"

Madeleine almost jumped back at the roar. Michelle obviously didn't recognize her. She wouldn't do that. Michelle had already gone back to her kneading. Edward was ready to go. "Michie, wait. Don't you recognize me?" Madeleine still kept her 'disguise voice' though.

There was a quick glance up. "No."

"Come on, look closer."

She got a disgusted glare from Michelle. "Alright. I don't know you, but really, if you want to make yourself a fool out of it, step around here so I can examine you closer and prove that I don't know you."

Madeleine obliged, stepping behind the counter where none of the other people could see her. Michelle stomped up to her, brought her face within six inches of Madeleine's nose, and again, proclaimed that she didn't know her.

"Sure?" Madeleine didn't move.

"Absolutely positive."

Madeleine took off the straw hat and let her hair down.

It cascaded down to her waist in little rivulets, like thick black water. Michelle could only stare. Then she blinked, and it seemed like a person who had slept three years just awakening. "Madeleine? No..." But there was no way Michelle could deny it. Madeleine began to smile, then laugh, eyes twinkling at her joke. And then Michelle was laughing too. Both girls had no clue what they were even laughing at. "But how in the world did you get here after five years?"

Madeleine could see that Michelle had forgotten about being hot, and tired. That was a good thing. You could never work better than when you had forgotten those two little things. "I find ways to get around. And I never forgot my promise. I never forget promises."

And Michelle laughed again. "I never forgot you either girl. I've still got your dress in that old room you use to sleep in. You won't fit it now. Girl you've grown!"

"Ahem," Edward made a slight coughing sound behind the counter where he was looking over the bricks. "I'm kind of left out of the reunion."

Madeleine smiled, "Edward, this is my friend Michelle. Edward, Michelle. Michelle, this is my fiancé Edward. Michelle, Edward." Michelle gave a little curtsy, bobbing her head. Madeleine's smile turned into a grin. Seeing the two hundred pound Michelle managing a curtsy would be enough to make a cat laugh, but Madeleine managed not to.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Edward walked from behind the counter and gave a short bow to Michelle, who giggled. "I was starting to think about sticking a brick in Madeleine's mouth -edgewise- to make her stop talking. It was getting to be that big a problem."

Madeleine gave him a laughing-glare. "Alright, alright, I get the portrait. Michie, do you have a dress I could borrow? I only have my French one..."

"Right-o. Come on in here girl..."

Five minutes later, Madeleine was dressed in one of Michelle's too-small dresses. It was red. Which complemented her, and the hair ribbon she was wearing. The way her hair was done didn't match, but Madeleine had never cared that much about how she looked anyway.

Edward was standing beside her, talking, and constantly getting in the way. Besides snitching far too many of Michelle's cream puffs which added to his growing list of kitchen offences- "No! No more! I told you once and I'll tell you again!"

Edward still managed to pop the cream puff into his mouth with Madeleine's flailing arms around him. "Wis wa, wa wad fwing! Whir wood!" Edward cursed himself for taking so big a bite. He had to swallow the treat and repeat; "It's not a bad thing! They're good!" Still dodging his fiance's flying fists.

"Well I did say no more! There is a limit you know!"

"Maybe I'm giving you a compliment!" They glared at each other, laughing inside, but not letting it show. Michelle strode between them.

"Alright, break it up you two. Edward, go find something to do. Madeleine, I can't make those apple tarts like you can. Will you help?"

"Sure." Madeleine's eyes laughed as she turned away from Edward, who snitched another cream puff when she wasn't looking. Then decided to go out back. He had to look for someone anyway...

M: YOU ATE THAT CREAM PUFF?

E: Ahh, well, I just said I did, didn't I? Why are you asking me if-

M: I SPECIFICALLY told you NOT to eat them, and what did you do? YOU ATE THEM!

E: Whoa, calm down there. This was five hundred years ago. Cream Puffs won't last that long...

M: Memory does, obviously...

E: Alright, alright, alright... Let's get to bed. And, if you want to... I guess we can continue this discussion later... Maybe...

I was actually planning to do something bigger with this chapter and I probably will. I just remembered what I was going to do right now, but I was making it short since I wanted to skim ahead and get to the next part. I won't say what it is. Madeleine would kill me. So this is sort of the rough draft of this chapter. Once I get back to it... If I ever do... Then I'll add a funny part that I thought up and I just loved. Oh well. You'll have to wait.

Question; Should the marriage be straight forward? Or should it have interruptions? I've already got the chapter written out, so it doesn't really matter, but once again, I thought it best to get a statistic.