Author's Note: Hey everyone. I'm really sorry about the extremely long delay. There's just been some stuff going on and… well… yeah.

Anyway, my computer's hard drive crashed for a while. Only now am I able to use Microsoft word again. Yay!

So… enough stupid delay. On with chapter… Crud, it's been so long I can't even remember which number chapter this is…

It was just a normal day at the Institute of Learning. Wheatley was up to his usual shenanigans. For instance, he was working on a power generator by strapping a Turret to a Malfunctional Turret. That didn't end well. The functioning Turret shot and… well… explosion.

Soon after that, it was time for Academic Enrichment, or AE. Wheatley wasn't occupying Gareth's body. Finally, Gareth had returned.

"Hey, can I read your comic book?" Chell asked him.

"Sure," Gareth answered. "It's in my bag. Hold on a sec."

He passed her the book. Then he looked up at her.

"Hey, uh, Chell?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to ask…"

"What?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on, I won't bite."

"All right." He swallowed. "I wanted to ask you if you would be… my…girlfriend."

She looked at him. Then, she smiled. "Y-yeah! Definitely! I…I would love to."

He hugged her. But that's when it only began….

:D:D:D:D:D Happy face Scene separators. Who knew?

A kid named Danny was in Gareth and Chell's class. He was Gareth's friend, but didn't like Chell as much. He caught a glimpse of them hugging.

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on here?"

Gareth blushed. "I was….hugging her?"

"GARTH AND ADRIENNE ARE GOING OUT!" He screamed. He spread the word to everyone. So much for 'secret'. And yes, Danny called Gareth 'Garth'.

Being made fun of was everywhere. It was impossible to avoid. It was unfair. And it couldn't be stopped.

Was it worth staying together? Of course. They had Turret's approval (Which was hard to receive). Not to mention, P-Body and ATLAS. They were supportive. They did their best to stand up for their friends, but it just wasn't always easy. They would just have to put up with it.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D (ok, maybe I'll find a new separator…)

Wheatley was not in the best of positions. Jenny had left. Just like that. The Doctor had simply taken her with the TARDIS and left abruptly. There was no 'goodbye'. There was no leaving party. There wasn't anything. She was gone. Wheatley's first girlfriend. Gone.

He was extremely upset, as you can imagine. Chell tried to comfort him. He never wanted her comfort, however, because of what she had said before. Those words haunted him.

'It's not Wheatley I like…'

His head was pounding. At that point, once again, he felt as if he didn't matter. Had no point in living. And wanted no more than to be incinerated. So that's what he asked GLaDOS for help with.

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GLaDOS's robotic arm had Wheatley's core dangling over the incinerator. She let go.

Wheatley dropped into the incinerator, helpless and innocent as could be.

(Narrator: Who likes sad endings like that? This chapter isn't done yet!)

He was in the midst of the flames billowing in the incinerator. His optic opened. He was fine. Perfectly unharmed. Even in the middle of the fire, he was fine.

"All Aperture technologies remain safely operational up to 4000 degrees Kelvin…."