Author's notes: Apologies, again, for not getting another chapter up as soon as you guys would like. Severe writer's block coupled with headaches because of the stupid rainy season here in town. Sucks ass. I posted a BillyxRebecca lemon, 'Happy Birthday, Princess' for you guys, I hope you enjoy it. I'm thinkin' about writing an AlfredxAlexia fic, but I'm not sure. Thoughts? If you haven't already, be sure to vote in my poll. Guys, I apologize for the super short chapter this time around. But here is your update! Thanks for sticking with me! Please review!

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Brad was up around six AM. He knew he had to get ready to go back home before his mother awoke. He prayed that his mom hadn't realized that he left. He knew he would be in deep shit if she went looking for him and he wasn't there. He got dressed and went to say goodbye to Sherry.

He pushed her bedroom door open, surprised at how clean it was. He'd never been into a girl's room before, but it was just about the cleanest room that he'd ever seen. Tangled in the pale blue sheets, she slept soundly, her hands slipped beneath the pillows. He approached the bed, sitting on the edge. He bent down, kissing her cheek. A smile formed on her lips, and she shifted ever so slightly in her sleep.

Brad stood, moving out of the door, looking over his shoulder at her. She looked like an angel, in her silky pajamas and her soft blonde hair. The only thing that he was missing from the picture was a halo. He was suddenly jolted back into reality as he ran into something hard.

He blinked, stumbling back. Temporarily blinded, he rubbed his eyes. There stood Mr. Birkin, sipping his morning coffee and staring at him.

"Good Morning, Mr. Birkin." He swallowed hard, taking another step away and staring at him. He wasn't exactly a big man. He stood only a bit taller than Brad, and he wasn't muscular at all. In fact, he was basically the opposite of 'big.' Yet, for some reason, Brad was terrified of him. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. Birkin could bar him from seeing his girlfriend, but Brad didn't want to piss him off.

"Good morning." Mr. Birkin replied. He stared at him, unblinking and just sipping on his coffee. "What are you doing in my daughter's room?"

"L-leaving." His voice shook lightly.

"Are you now." Sip. It wasn't a question.

"I just came in to say goodbye." Brad murmured, staring at him back. He learned from Steve not to seem intimidated, even if he was about to wet his pants. This happened to be one of those times. Chicken-heart, as Joseph liked to call him, was going to show Mr. Birkin that he could handle himself. "I'm going home before my mother gets up." He explained. It was the truth, no use in lying to him.

"Right." Sip.

Brad stared at him, completely shocked. He didn't even believe him. "It's t-true!" He swallowed hard, hearing his voice waver again. Dead give away that he was intimidated. Damn.

Mr. Birkin said nothing, simply stepping out of the way to allow him to walk past him. Brad hesitated before keeping his head held high. He moved past him, refusing to glance back.

By the time he got home, it was nearing seven in the morning. The lights were on, which meant that his mother was already up. He knew he was in trouble, but he didn't know how much trouble until he reached the lawn. Things were scattered about, and that wasn't like his Mom. She always kept the front yard clean, some shit about keeping up good appearances. He shook his head to himself, muttering curses under his breath.

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring as he got close enough to the house. His stuff was scattered about the lawn. His computer, clothes, school books and most importantly, his art supplies. He was nearly in tears as gathered his sketch book and other supplies up.

The book's outer cover was trashed, bent and ripped and covered in dirt. Most of the drawings were safe, aside from one or two that were smeared or ripped. The pencils were mostly in tact, minus one or two that were broken or scratched. Everything else seemed to be in alright shape. But he was completely devastated about his art supplies. The only other problem was his computer, dinged and scratched. But he prayed it still worked. It was in one piece.

He gathered everything slowly, entirely stunned. What did this mean? Was he kicked out of the house? He didn't have anywhere to go. Joseph's parents weren't going to be very keen on the idea of Brad just showing up and needing somewhere to say. Steve was still taking care of Claire. She was getting better, but he was afraid to leave her side. That left Sherry.

Sherry, of all people, with her crazy protective father. Damn.

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Ada spent the night with Leon, even though she'd promised herself she wouldn't. But the night before, the way he treated her...she couldn't bring herself to say stop when things got started. He'd kissed her neck, held her gently, told her how beautiful she was. The clothes came off, ending up in a crumbled heap on the floor beside the bed. Full of passion, yet so gentle.

Leon slept soundly beside her, the sheets resting at his waist and covering everything but his magnificently sculpted chest. Being on the football team every year since freshman year sure gave him a chance to work out a lot.

Ada had the most popular and sought after boy in the entire high school, sleeping beside her. She smiled to herself, curling against him. Not only that, that they had made love last night. No, not screwed or even had sex. They had made love, for the first time that they'd been together.

She ran the tips of her long fingers down his bare chest, watching him shiver and shake lightly in his sleep. He let out a soft murmur, his blue eyes fluttering open. He blinked slowly, glancing around until his eyes focuses on Ada.

"Mm...hey you..."

"Morning." She whispered, giving him a soft kiss on the mouth. He smiled softly. "Are you feeling as good as I am today, Leon?"

"Of course I am." He stretched his arms over his head before wrapping them around Ada's waist, pulling her closer.

"It's almost time to get ready for school." She whispered softly, stroking his hair softly as she kissed him again.

Leon gave a sigh. "Yeah, I know."

"Lets just stay a little bit longer, Leon. Just a little bit longer."