200 reviews. Holy shiz, I think I peed myself. I don't have a lot to say, but just thank you guys. I really appreciate all your hilarious and great support. It's been great being here and I absolutely love writing. I think it's improved…just a bit. You all are such a fantastic lot and really hope that we can…stay friends (?). I've made a lot of friends here (some slightly crazy) and they're all awesome. So, thanks for being there and supporting me and encouraging me to keep going and keep writing!

Aaaand a special shout-out to Falnet (I just can't call you anything different!) for being the 200th reviewer! I love ya! And would you look at that…you're the 100th and 200th reviewer! Thanks hon! . . .Though I still am mad that you called me Bella…:D

AND AN UNRELATED NOTE: CROSS-COUNTRY IS THE HARDEST THING EVER. NEVER GO AND TRY FOR IT. IT SUCKS. DON'T DO IT.

Anyways…

Skulduggery's POV

I love Tanith. I mean, I really do. But how can anyone keep someone on the phone for four hours straight?

Valkyrie called her at around one in the afternoon…and it's nearing five. How is that possible? What are they talking about? Yes, they're girls and girls talk about makeup, boys, clothes, hot movie stars, and that weird vampire guy, but it's Valkyrie and Tanith for God's sake! Valkyrie barely wears makeup. The only time I've seen her with makeup was when her parents forced her into some for her prom. And Tanith I don't think would go within ten feet of lipstick.

And there is no way in hell I'm going up there to see if they're not talking anymore. Too many times have I walked in and they're talking about all that girl stuff. Like…girl stuff. Not that I'm immature about it (I'm the most mature person I know) it's just awkward. Do you enjoy talking about that stuff?

Didn't think so.

Maybe they just talked themselves mad. Maybe Valkyrie's just sitting up in her room, tearing out her hair. Tanith would cause someone to do that.

I guess they're analyzing they romance situation. What with Script barging in here and me practically attacking Valkyrie, it's probably pretty complicated. It's like a big love triangle. And that's not good.

But maybe it'll turn into a…not love triangle. That's my goal.

"Hey."

When did Valkyrie get here?

"Hello there. What is it?" I asked cautiously. She smirked and thrust her mobile out at me. "It's a shame you don't have words to specify what you want." I grabbed the phone from her and placed it to where my ear would have been.

"Yes?" I asked again cautiously. I fear Tanith might yell at me.

"Is Valkyrie actually alright?"

Well, it wasn't exactly yelling, but more like talking slightly louder than any sane, normal person would do.

"It looks like she is," I said. "I find nothing wrong with her."

"Did you tell her about how you love her?"

"Ah." I looked over at Valkyrie. She was standing and staring at the grand fireplace. Gosh she looked pretty. Her hands were behind her back and she looked so philosophical and . . .

"Hello!?"

Oh yeah. Tanith.

"What was the question?" I asked and moved out of the room and into the kitchen.

She sighed on the other line. "Did you tell her you love her?"

That was it!

"Um. No."

"Well hurry the hell up. She may move on before you know it," she scolded. "I don't need a depressed skeleton to deal with, thank you very much."

"I'm not depressed!" I said. "I wouldn't be depressed if it didn't work out."

"I beg to differ."

"Well that's great. I will not be depressed."

Tanith sighed again. "Alright, alright," she said. "But just be sure to tell her soon. I think you need a girlfriend."

And suddenly, she hung up.

That was incredibly rude.

It was incredibly rude to say that too!

I don't need a girlfriend. And I wouldn't consider Valkyrie my girlfriend. It…just didn't seem right to call her that. She'd always be Valkyrie to me. There's no changing that. Even if we got married and had four thousand children, she'd always be Valkyrie.

My head snapped up as Valkyrie walked to stand in the doorway.

"I think I may lose my voice after that," she said.

"Did you guys really talk for four hours straight?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah. We did."

Someone should do a study on these two. That's just not normal.

"That's crazy, you know that?" I teased.

She smiled. "Yeah, yeah. So," she said and came up close to me, "what did Tanith have to say?"

"Oh, nothing important…"

"Really now?"

"Yes, really."

I have a feeling she's going to grill me with questions until I give in.

"Well, alright then," she said simply and went to grab an orange. She sat on the counter and began tearing at the skin with her nails.

"Wait," I said, "so you're just going to give up?"

"Yeah. You're obviously not going to tell me, so why bother anymore? I'll just get someone else to spill. Like Ghastly. He'd tell me if there was something important." She smiled smugly and popped a slice of orange into her mouth.

Where did the real Valkyrie go? I thought the real Valkyrie would bug me nonstop for the answer. Maybe she's just too exhausted to talk anymore after the Tanith fiasco. That's most likely it. Maybe she'll just remain quiet for the rest of her life. . . See, as much as I love Valkyrie, half the time I just want to duck her mouth shut.

"Care to share your thoughts that require such vivid motions?" she asked through the silence. I stared at her. "Your arms were waving all around!" she explained. "I thought you were going to break something."

Damn.

"Oh." What the hell should I say now? "No, I do not wish to share my thoughts, thank you for asking."

"Alright then." She smiled and rolled her eyes and continued to eat her orange. Why is it that whatever she does is incredibly…amazing? She's just eating that orange…rather seductively, I might add. I don't think she's trying to. It's just ending up that way. She licks the side and then pops it into her mouth quickly.

It's incredibly sexy.

God, I'm such a creeper.

Alright. You know what? It's now or never. I might as well just say it and get it over with. It's only three words. Three syllables. Not that hard, right?

Wrong.

This is like the equivalent of taking someone out to Antarctica, take away the winter coats, and leaving them to run from the wolves. And then shooting them in the leg.

It's God-annoying, painful, and really tricky.

But if I don't say it soon, who will?

"Valkyrie." She looked up from her orange to me. I stepped up closer and kissed her again on her soft lips.

"Valkyrie, I love you."

HA CLIFFHANGER. IN YOUR FACE.

Anyways, yeah. This, again, isn't my best work, but I still sorta like it. And I have realized that through this series of…Skulduggery's POV things, I've made him sort of a wuss. I was upset about this for a time, but then I realized that maybe, just maybe, every man gets like this when he's in love.

Yes, that is sappy and cliché, but still. I think that if a guy loves a girl enough, he'll go crazy and do and say weird things. That's my excuse. Kind of a crappy one, but excuse nonetheless.

So, yeah. Thanks for reading and sorry for mistakes! :DDD