Okay. So, I have taken Rose Blaze-Lady of Fire's (That is a long name, girl!) suggestion. She inspired me by saying that I inspired her.

Yup.

Skulduggery's POV

Previously on Days of Our Lives…

"I love you."

Anyone would think I'd be happy that I'd gotten that off my chest, right?

You have no idea how wrong you are.

I'm still standing in front of Valkyrie, slightly awkward. She's smiling slightly, and blushing a bit. She's so adorable.

She giggled softly, then brought her arm back. And she bloody slapped me across the face.

Ouch.

I stumbled back and clamped by hand up against my jaw bone. "What the hell was that for?" I shrieked.

"You're stupid, you know that?" she shrieked back.

"How am I stupid? You're stupid for slapping me like that! And it hurt like hell!"

"Oh stop your bitching!" She glared and popped an orange slice in her mouth, then sauntered off.

Oh no.

No way is she getting off so easily.

"Hey!" I yelled and stormed after her. I caught her wrist and pulled her around to face me. "What the hell, Valkyrie?"

She shrugged and smiled Fletcher's trademark cocky grin. "Nothing. You're just stupid."

"Please," I growled, "enlighten me as to why I'm stupid."

"No." She smiled sweetly and wrenched her hand from my grasp. I silently fumed, and grabbed her again.

"So help me God, Valkyrie Cain, what the bloody hell is your problem?"

"I have no problem," she said. "You're just freaking out."

"Yes, because you just slapped me for no adequately explained reason!"

"I don't need to explain. Figure it out yourself." And she attempted to saunter off again, but I gripped her wrist harder and yanked her back.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" I grumbled low in her ear, in what I hope was my dominant/evil/threatening voice.

It didn't even faze her, dammit!

"I thought you were so amazing and smart. You can do anything, Skulduggery Pleasant. I thought that you would have figured it out by now, but whatever. I guess you just don't care at all…" She smiled, but it was more genuine this time.

I sighed inwardly. I was going to find out why the hell she slapped me even if it killed me.

Hypothetically speaking of course.

I'll probably just go insane from trying…

I realized I was standing alone in the hallway, and followed Valkyrie calmly. She was sitting on the floor, still eating that damn orange. I stood over her, hands on my hip bones, and tried my best to glare.

Again, she barely noticed.

"Hello there," she said and smiled up at me. "Figured it out yet?"

I clenched my fists and restrained from curling into a ball. "No, I haven't. May I have a clue?"

"Me."

"I'm sorry?"

This girl couldn't make any less sense if she tried.

"The clue is me." She smiled, but again, more sincere than the cocky Fletcher Grin.

"Um. The reason you slapped me is you?"

"No, the reason I slapped you is you because of me."

I think I'll just go sulk in a corner now…

"That makes no sense, you know that, right?" I told her.

"No," she said, "it makes sense. Think it through."

"I've been thinking and so far, I'm getting nowhere. Give me another hint."

"Bitchy housewives."

At this point, my arms went slack and I plopped down on the ground next to her. "'Bitchy housewives?' How is that related at all?"

"It's how you've been acting," she said casually.

"I have not been acting like a bitchy housewife!" I protested.

"You've been so emotional lately! And you're always cranky. Do you know bloody why?" She sighed in irritation and scooted up closer to me, placing a hand on my knee bone. "It's pretty obvious, if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you, did I?" I grumbled back.

She looked hurt. "Sorry, just trying to help!" she snapped. "I'm sorry I tried to be supportive and try and make this slightly easier, but apparently it didn't work at all!" She suddenly shot up from her seated position. I stood up with her. "I thought that I was being pretty obvious! But I guess you just couldn't tell!"

"Couldn't tell what?" I snapped back.

"I love you!"

. . . .

Are you bloody kidding me, Valkyrie?

"So…" I said after a few moments of silence, "you're saying that we just had this fight for nothing? And it could have been solved ten minutes ago?"

She smiled and blushed a little bit. "Maybe. But I think this way was more fun, don't you agree?"

Oh yeah. Just oodles of fun, Valkyrie. I loved it. Especially when I got slapped.

"I do not agree, at all," I said eventually and looked at her.

That's when I realized that I loved this girl. I, truthfully, forgot about it. I think I just focus too hard on the arguments, so I don't lose them like I've been doing. Valkyrie is sometimes too smart and sharp tongued for her own good.

She giggled and placed her hand in mine. It was warm and soft, but still slightly rough from the punches she'd been throwing left and right at everyone. Her hand trailed up my bones and up to my shoulders where she rested her arms lightly. She grinned and pulled me in to hug me tightly.

My arms automatically came up to crush her closer to me. It felt nice, having her everything squish up against me like that. And plus she was warm and she fit so well in my arms. Does that mean that we were made for each other? Because if that's the case, it's perfectly fine by me.

I rested my head up against hers, and listened to her breath. I felt her fingers curl around my jacket material and pull it harder. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"What are you doing?" I asked a bit skeptically.

She looked up at me with that sly grin on her face. "I just want to remember what you smell like."

"Ah. I bet I smell wonderful."

She giggled again, which was becoming more and more regular. "You smell like…like fall does. And after it rains."

"That's an interesting combination."

"Oh, and caramel."

Caramel? Is she kidding? How do I smell like caramel?

"But I like it," she added softly. "I've never met anyone who smells like rain and caramel before."

"Well there's a first for everything," I said and ran my fingers through her dark hair. It was silky and soft and sent shivers down my spine strangely.

Someone cleared their throat.

My first instinct was to think it was Valkyrie. But this was too high-pitched and too dainty for Valkyrie.

And plus, she screamed at the sound. She flung herself around, and came face to face with China Sorrows.

China had one perfectly shaped black eyebrow raised, lips poised together, and her blue eyes were sparkling. Her red lips curled slowly into a sly grin and her head gave a little tilt.

"It's clear I'm interrupting something then," she said and produced a large book. "I have this for you Valkyrie. I apologize. I should have called."

Valkyrie stepped away and took the thick book in her hands. "Thanks," she mumbled and played with her hair; a nervous habit for her. China smiled sweetly at her, then gave me a pointed look. I couldn't tell if it was a death glare or a 'you're dumb' glare. You can never tell with China. She can be insulting you and you not notice it for ten minutes.

"Anytime Valkyrie." She gave a curt nod and turned to me. "Watch it, then," she said and nodded again. She turned swiftly and glided out of the house.

What in the world does she mean? Will she pull a Tanith and kill me for…kissing Valkyrie?

Or worse.

Will she tell Gordon?

Sure, he's fine with us being friends and partners…but I'm not so sure about…more than that. I hope he'll be alright. Because Gordon can get pretty ticked off at points. It's not all that good if the semi-dad of the girl you are completely in love with hates you.

"Well," Valkyrie muttered eventually, "I guess China knows now. I bet she'll end up telling everyone." She smiled and bit her lip again.

"What's the book on?" I asked in hopes of changing the subject.

"Oh nothing," she said and placed it on the couch behind us. She continued to bite her lip. And my God, she looked hot doing it.

"Hey," she said again, "what do we say to people?"

"I don't know. I vote we not say a word."

"Why?"

"Because Tanith will no doubt attack me."

"Again, why?"

"It's a very long story, Valkyrie."

"I've got time," she countered. "Tell me please. I will not rest until I hear this story."

"What story?" came Fletcher's voice.

"Fletcher." Valkyrie curled her hands into fists. "Stop doing that."

"What?"

"Appearing in the house suddenly."

He shrugged and walked straight past us and into the kitchen. "Sorry. I'll stop at some point."

"Oh thanks Fletcher!"

Valkyrie huffed and followed him away. I dug my hands in my pockets and followed them as well. Fletcher was at the counter, biting into an apple. Valkyrie was standing next to him, with a sour face, and eating another damn orange.

I think I'm beginning an orange fetish. And that's incredibly creepy.

But as I sit here, and I watch Valkyrie blush occasionally, I find that having an orange fetish is just fine with me as long as I get the girl I completely love.

Dear God, I should be a writer.

OH MY GOD THIS IS LONG.

And it isn't all that good. Sorry bout that.

Um. Should I keep going with these little Skulduggery's POV things? Cause I've run out of ideas. Please give me suggestions for this, or other things! I would really (really, really, really) like to hear them!

Sorry for mistakes! :DD