Natalie's working as a waitress at a cafe in Boston because of a Cahill assignment, where she meets a certain blonde haired, green eyed boy. And he happens to take his coffee with extra cream and a kiss.

Photoshop Jake's head onto a mouse/Plan a siege on Evan's house/KURT DID WHAT? He's gonna pay/If he's dead it'll make my day. For all Amian shippers and Jake/Kurt/Evan haters. I promise you will like this.

All Kabras are Cobras. Cahills are not Kabras. Cahills are not Cobras. Unless a Cahill marries a Kabra, then the Cahill is a Cobra. The Kabra is still a Cobra. Kabras are Cobras, Cahills are not Cobras, Tollivers are Twinkies. But if a Cahill is about to become a Twinkie and not a Cobra, it is classified into Class 1A and immediate action will be taken. Such is the Circle of Logic

I dial your number again/The dull buzz of the dial tone/Nobody's picking up/I don't hear your voice/I just want to speak to you one last time/So/Just answer this call before I hear/That lady's voice again/Too late.

The gate creaked open without a sound, unlike the past times he had been here. She must have oiled it recently. And he smiled, and she smiled, and the smell of cherries lingered in the air. Amian. Of course.

Amian, Evamy BASHING , add a hint of Natan. Pour into a bottle, shake well. Step back. Wait for explosion. P.S : Serve with a tiny hint of wickedness.

For Ninja's 13th birthday contest: Nobody is around to celebrate Natalie's birthday for her... Or is there?