"Wow…" Chloe panted, resting her head on my bicep as we spooned.

"I'm certainly not going to get tired of hearing that." I grinned through my own panting. Chloe only purred in response, nuzzling my shoulder and pressing herself closer to me. We both sighed in content, basking in the afterglow. "We should probably get going." I spoke after a few moments of silence.

"We probably should." She agreed, letting out a yawn. "Or, we can sleep here, and continue our investigation in the morning." She suggested. Though, it seemed more like she'd already decided what she wanted to do, given that she cuddled up closer to me, closing her eyes comfortably. I had to smile.

"That works too." I whispered, kissing her forehead. As I closed my eyes, and slowly fell into my slumber, I gave thought to where Chloe and I were headed from here.

There's no doubt in my mind that I am hopelessly in love with this girl. Like William said back in the alternate timeline, I've been in love with her since before I knew the difference between boys and girls. She was the biggest, and the best part of my childhood, and when we had to part, it hurt in ways I can't even begin to describe. Then, each time she almost died, it was as if a part of me almost went with her. I think seeing her with her legs amputated and arm paralyzed was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.

Seeing her like that, with no fire or passion in her eyes, so depressed and sad, so broken, it really hit me hard. In the alternate reality, she lacked all of the features that I loved about her. She was practically ready to die, just waiting for it to happen. And when she was afraid I'd abandoned her… Yeah, I think I've made my point.

Some might say that we're moving too fast, having sex and admitting we love each other, only two days after reuniting, but we literally grew up together. Scarcely did we not see each other for the first 14 years of our lives. We've both changed and grown up a lot in our time apart, but our core, we're still the same. We know each other inside and out, literally in some ways. When you know someone that well, is it really that much of a stretch to think you can be in love with that person?

I was awakened to the sound of knocking on my door. It was hard, fast, and no doubt the actions of a very annoyed person. Groaning, I carefully squeezed out of Chloe's grip and off of the bed. Hurriedly, whilst the knocking was still going on, I put my clothes on. The first ones I saw in my closet; a simple pair of red boxers, another pair of black jeans, and a black button up shirt. Sighing, I opened the door to see who it was.

"About time." Victoria Chase spat, crossing her arms. The scowl on her face was contagious. Her nose was looking better, though by a very thin margin. It was still clear that she had her nose broken. The bruising over her eye had also gone down slightly. She was healing, but not by much thus far, given that the injury was inflicted around 36 hours ago. I'd hoped she'd back off after seeing how far I was willing to go, but clearly she's incapable of taking a hint.

"What do you want?" I asked, sneering. This girl's mere presence is enough to piss me off now. I hate that she affects me like this.

"To remind you that there are others who sleep in this dorm." She growled, her face red with anger. And is that a hint of envy in her eyes? "Next time you have porn all-nighter, use your headphones, pervert!" She hissed. Any reason to bug me, huh?

"He wasn't watching porn." Chloe suddenly made herself known, walking up behind me, using the blanket to cover herself with one arm, and wrapping the other around my neck. She planted a hard, quick, and loud kiss on my lips as she pulled me towards her.

"Price?" Victoria exclaimed, outraged. That hint of envy was now a full on green-eyed monster. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She all but demanded of me.

"What can I say?" I asked with a shrug. "I have a type." I said, making Chloe grin. A full on, shit-eating, smug grin. Victoria could only splutter and snarl. She let out an enraged cry before stomping off upstairs.

"Damn, bitch wants you bad." Chloe said with a teasing grin as she let go of me, allowing the blanket to fall so that she could get dressed. I will admit to staring. She's my girlfriend now, so I don't think she'll have an issue.

"The feeling's not mutual, I assure you." I said as she purposely bent over to get her panties, probably to get me to stare at her ass.

"I don't know." She smirked as she slipped the garment on. "I might enjoy watching you dominate a bitch." She purred as she reached for her bra.

"We've barely been together for 12 hours, let's not think that far ahead just yet." I suggested dryly as I sat down on the bed. She was still swaying her hips in a manner that made me stare. Dammit, she's going to be the end of me.

"So it could happen~" She cooed, making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." I sighed, clicking my back with a slightly pained groan.

"Ha! I know how you feel." She grinned at me as she pulled her jeans on. "My legs are hurting like you wouldn't believe." She gave a mix of a laugh and a groan.

"Then my job is done." I said, smirking as I walked up behind her. I delivered a swift swat to her rear before grabbing a pair of socks from the drawer. Chloe yelped at the contact, not expecting.

"What the hell was that for?" She demanded, though her face didn't portray any anger. She was amused, and clearly thinking naughty things if the glint in her eye was any indication.

"Flaunting a delicious looking peach around and not expecting me to take a bite." I smirked cheekily, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Eat me." She retorted, bringing her arms around my neck.

"I did, last night, several times." I gave a grin, which she returned. We locked lips in a soft and sensual kiss, holding each other tightly. As we pulled back, we sighed happily in unison. "It's weird how… right, this feels…" I whispered.

"So hella right." Chloe agreed, smiling brighter than I've seen her smile since I've been back. "We didn't know it, but I think this…" She gestured between us. "Has been a long time coming." She told me, pecking my lips again and pulling back. Still wearing only her jeans and bra, she picked up her shirt and slipped it on.

"I couldn't agree more." I agreed as she, rather than slip on her own jacket, grabbed my jacket, the black one, that I wore last night after discarding Rachel's jacket, and slipped it one, leaving the zip open, and the hood up. She hugged it to her body and inhaled deeply through her nose.

"Nothing better than wearing your boyfriend's hoodie when it smells like his cologne." She said with a content sigh. I had to smile brightly. To hear her say openly that I am her boyfriend like that just fills me with this joy. Shit, I wonder how Joyce is gonna react?

"We should get going." I said, grabbing my favorite black biker jacket, with two red vertical stripes, one on either side, and donning it. It even had a hood. "To the Shit-mobile?" I asked, a teasing grin on my face.

"Hey, it may be a piece of shit, but it's my piece of shit." She shot back, glaring playfully. Suddenly, her expression turned to a rather sheepish one. "Even if I did use the last of my gas to here." She chuckled sheepishly.

"To the Brit-mobile then." I concluded. She rolled her eyes and flipped me the bird once more before she slipped her boots back on. As for me, instead of my usual walking shoes, I opted to go with a pair of boots that I had packed. They went better with the biker jacket anyway.

God, I sound like a girl!

Well, nothing wrong with a guy wanting to look good with his lady next to him, is there?

"Shall we?" I asked as we both retrieved all our stuff. I had everything in my laptop bag, which I take everywhere.

"We shall." Chloe said, smiling at me as I opened the door and held it for her, after feeding Hook and Alice that is. "An excuse to look at my ass while I walk in front of you?" She asked with a grin sashaying through the door.

"Maybe." I responded, letting my eyes wander over her entire form. We walked towards the parking in silence together, our arms interlocked, and her head leaning against my shoulder. We didn't care who saw, nor did we care about their reactions, though some were rather funny. Juliet was grinning like maniac, probably thinking about a new scoop, Brooke looked incredibly hurt, though she hid it well, Victoria, whom we saw in the distance, looked absolutely outraged, and Dana was nodding in approval. Chloe and I didn't react though. We simply continued on our way towards my car.

As we entered the vehicle, and drove of towards the her house, I turned the radio on. What would come on except a song we both know so well. Obstacles, by Syd Matters. "Wow…" I chuckled, looking over at Chloe, who was also smiling. "Remember our song?" I asked her.

"It's like this whole thing was set up for us from the beginning." She whispered, humming along with the song. I couldn't help smiling. She may actually be right about that. I mean, the song coming on at just the right time, me saving her from Nathan, the way our bodies just fit together perfectly when we hug, and the compatibility of our bodies that we discovered after our night of bliss… It's like we were made for each other.

This… is just perfect.

After stopping by a store to stock up on snacks, cigarettes, and coffee, Chloe and I headed back to her house. We brought an old mural that we drew when we were kids to her room and used it as an investigation board, pinning up everything we had that could amount to a lead to where Rachel is. Admittedly, it wasn't much, but it was a start. We spent a few hours speculating, researching, and having a few 'nookie breaks,' as Chloe liked to call them, I recalled something.

"Hey!" I gasped, reaching into my laptop bag and pulling out a flash drive.

"What's that?" Chloe asked curiously.

"When I was rummaging through David's computer, I found a treasure chest of files and information. I only just remembered." I told her, plugging the drive in.

"Seriously?" She asked in exasperation. "We've been getting nowhere for hours, and only now do you remember this?" She groaned, massaging her temples.

"Hey, my photographic memory isn't perfect you know." I shot back, smirking. "Besides, my attention was otherwise occupied." I grinned at her.

"Yeah, I know." She responded dryly, groaning. "My thighs still hurt." She sighed, running a hand along her ass as she stood up. "Not to mention, you left a hickey on my ass." She fake glared at me.

"A calling card. A 'Damon was here' if you will." I shrugged, smirking at her. "You liked it though." I returned, rummaging through the files.

"I will neither confirm nor deny that."

"Plus, you left a string of hickeys on my neck, a big one on my chest, and one on my jaw." I reminded her. "I think we're even."

"Fair enough." She surrendered.

"Jackpot!" I whooped out of nowhere. "Maps, notes, co-ordinates, and photos of Kate, Nathan, and Rachel." I grinned. "This is a very good start. Say what you will about David, but he's very good at this surveillance thing." I told her. "But we'll need more."

"Frank and Nathan are a good place to start." Chloe suggested, and hand on her chin.
"We know they were both involved with Rachel one way or another, and we have the cash to pay off Frank." She reminded. "Might loosen his lips a little."

"Agreed." I said as I got up. "But before that, I do want to go visit Kate. I did promise her." I said, putting my boots on.

"That's all good. You're driving anyway." She said, grabbing her beanie. As we left her room, and went down the stairs, we were greeted to the sight of Joyce, in casual clothing, having not gone to the Diner today, who looked at us for a moment, before something weird happened. She threw her head back and laughed like a maniac.

"Oh, this is just perfect!" She howled with laughter, seeming more triumphant and delighted than actually amused. "Klare owes me 200 dollars!" She whooped in laughter, looking at us with a grin as it died down.

"What?" Chloe and I asked in dumb unison.

"When the two of you first started puberty, William, Klare, and myself made a small betting pool on when you two would finally get together." She grinned widely. "William had before 18, I had before 20, and Klare had after 20. Winner gets 200 dollars." She said giddily, though I don't think it's because of the money. "All these years, I've been dreading the day you'd get knocked up by a meth-head biker named Travis." Joyce wiped away a happy tear, ignoring Chloe's indignant shout. "But now, my baby's with a good man!" She cheered, engulfing me in a bear hug.

"Joyce! Air!" I croaked out. She pulled back and planted a hard kiss on my cheek before letting me go.

"How did you even know?" Chloe asked her mother incredulously.

"Chloe, I'm your mother, I know everything." Joyce suddenly grinned. "Also, you both have visible hickeys, and you're limping Chloe." She snickered at our red faces. "Welcome to the family Damon, officially." She hugged me one more time before skipping up the stairs. She was actually skipping like a little girl who was delighted to hear that she was getting what she wanted for her 5th birthday or something.

"That was…" I trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Trippy?" Chloe suggested, just as weirded out as I was.

"Not quite strong enough, but OK." I responded, slapping my cheeks to snap myself out of my daze. Chloe did the same. "Let's just pretend that never happened and head over to the hospital." I suggested.

"Yes, good idea." Chloe agreed quickly. I'm not quite sure who got to the car first.

Chloe and I spent the drive to the hospital in a comfortable silence, avoiding thinking, let alone talking, about the exchange with Joyce. I could buy that William suspected something might develop between Chloe and I, but the fact that Joyce and Klare also suspected it, not to mention made a betting pool on it, was a bit too much. Yeah, I really don't want to think about that.

Anywho, we made it to the hospital and stopped in the parking area. After getting the room number from the receptionist, we headed towards Kate. As we arrived, however, Chloe spoke. "Hospitals always freak me out." She told me, looking very uncomfortable.

"I hear you." I agreed. I had some unpleasant experiences in hospitals too. "But imagine how Kate feels." I sighed. "I hope this isn't too weird for her." I mumble under my breath.

"You mean talking to her after you emotionally blackmailed her, or knowing she likes you while you're with me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Both." I responded with a sigh.

"Well, regardless, I'm sure she'll be stoked to see you." Chloe sat on the bench outside Kate's room. "I'll wait out here for you." She said, looking regretful. What's that about? "I was a complete bitch for blowing a fuse when you were about answer Kate's call." She sighed. Ah. "I'm glad you ripped me a new one when you did." She told me.

"I won't be long." I promised her, kissing her cheek. She smiled up at me as I took a deep breath, entering the door. "Knock knock." I said. Kate was indeed in the room, sitting on the hospital bed, in hospital robes, drawing. Her attention turned to me, and her face lit up as I walked through.

"Damon!" She said happily, jumping up and running into my arms. She hugged me tight as I hugged her. It was so relieving to see her alive and OK like this. "I thought I'd never see you again." She said, sighing in content. She's enjoying being held by me way too much… "I feel so stupid… I'm so sorry." She told me as we finally separated.

"Kate, you have nothing to apologize for." I told her firmly, making her look at me. "You are not responsible for all the crap that's gone on the past few days, alright?" I asked.

"But I… I almost got you killed." she said, her eyes welling up.

"Kate." I sighed. "I won't lie and say I was bluffing, but that wasn't on you." I told her. "I was emotionally blackmailing you." I said with a guilty face. "And whilst I don't regret it, I am sorry for making you feel that way." I said, ashamed.

"Damon, you saved me." Kate pressed.

"Let's just try not to think about it, agreed?" I suggested.

"Agreed." She nodded, smiling.

"Is it dumb for me to ask how you're doing?" I asked gently.

"With you here, I'm doing even better." She told me sincerely, smiling brightly. "I can never tell you how grateful I am that you came up to the roof for me. I felt so lost and alone, but when with you there, you made me realize I wasn't." She took my hand in both of hers. "Thank you." She said with a bright smile.

"Kate, so many people want to help you." I smiled back at her.

"I know. You should see all the letters and postcards." She told me as we approached the bed, which she sat in. I sat on a chair next to it. "I gave most of the flowers away to other patients because they need them more than I do. I'm keeping the balloons though." She said sweetly. Oh dear me, bless you and your soft, sweet heart Kate. "One of the nurses gave me some paper and pens so I could sketch again." She added.

"You are a illustrator." I commented.

"They got a little dark there for awhile." She said sheepishly. "But, I have a new idea for a children's book about bullying. I was think of adding a few photographs in." She gave me a look.

"Where, oh where, are you going to find a decent photographer for that?" I asked her coyly, earning a cute giggle.

"You better do the photos." She told me in a playful attempt at being stern. "I'm going to be here for another day until my family comes along to visit." She told me.

"They treating you alright?" I asked. I'd heard that Kate's mother was being quite harsh with her about the video.

"They think they need to protect me forever." Kate said, her smile betraying her feelings on the matter. "I know they feel guilty, even though they didn't do anything." She said, surprising me.

"Your father and siblings didn't do anything; they were there for you. You're mother on the other hand…" I trailed off.

"Mom is the most devoted to our faith out of the five of us." Kate told me. "Yes, she can be harsh and judgmental, but she's my Mom. I have to gave her a chance." She said sincerely.

"That's very mature of you Kate." I smiled, eliciting a small blush from her. "Oh yes, I recalled I promised you a surprise." I told her, reaching into my laptop bag. I pulled out my old cellphone, which still had some mobile data on it. "After you were taken to the hospital, I snuck into Victoria's room and stole her laptop." I told her, earning a gasp. "I put it back of course, but not before deleting the video from every social media Victoria had a profile on." I added quickly.

"Really?" She asked, elated.

"Really." I nodded, before a sneaky grin made its way onto my face. "When it came to the website, however, I got a little devious." I smirked. "Open the video." I told her, handing her the phone, having gone to the website. She looked at me with shock. "Trust me." I said before she could protest. Shakily, she took the phone and pressed play.

The first few seconds of the video, which were all blurry and didn't show much of anything, passed by, but then the video froze. Kate frowned in confusion, but the screen suddenly sizzled, and turned all black. Then, an image appeared. It was a red sword shape, pointed downwards, with large, black, bird-like wings extruding from the hilt area.

"Angel… of… Death…" A dark, cold, menacing voice growled from the phone before it sizzled again and the screen turned completely blue.

"Digital punishment." I grinned, crossing my arms as Kate looked at me, bewildered.

"H-how?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, a very simplified, and not completely accurate, description of the internet is that it's large cluster of data and information that all computers are connected to." I explained, making a ball-shape with my hands for effect. "Whenever something is posted on the internet, it's added to the cluster. And when someone watches a video, they are essentially reaching into the cluster, and bringing it to the device to display on the screen." I went on. "When I had Victoria's laptop, I planted a virus that I made myself into the video." I grinned. "Now, whenever someone tries to watch the video, the device will bring the virus along with the video, and it will crash the device, completely wipe it clean." Kate's eyes were wide.

"You did this?" She asked in shock. I nodded.

"It's not a perfect solution, as there are still people who can find it elsewhere if they have the skills, but no random Tom, Dick, or Harry will be able to watch the video on their cellphones." I told her. "And if they try to, they won't try again." I added.

"Damon, I…" She looked at me. "I don't know how to feel about this." She said honestly.

"Well, I did it mostly to be mischievous and devious, but I won't deny there was a bit of spite in the mix as well." I admitted without any shame or regret.

-"Well, thank you, nonetheless." She gave me a small smile. "It makes me happy that no one will watch the video anymore. Or at least, very few." She told me.

"Glad to help." I smiled. Things were quiet for a moment before she spoke up again.

"Damon, there's something else…" She said softly, her expression turning to one of nervousness and vulnerability.

"Yes?" I asked, not that I need to. I've been dreading this.

"I… I'm… what I mean to say is... I-I-I…" She stammered and stuttered, her face turning red as an apple. I held up a hand to stop her.

"I know, Kate." I whispered. "I know." I looked her in the eyes, seeing her downtrodden orbs.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, looking away from me. "I should have known you wouldn't… I mean, I'm not exactly the most beautiful girl in town." She mumbled self-deprecatingly. "Not to mention what you said on the roof about religious people." She added with a depressed sigh.

"Kate, please don't think that." I said to her as I stood up, taking one of her hands in my own. "First of all, if you think it's about your looks, it's not. You're prettier than you give yourself credit for." I told her firmly, using my hand to turn her head to face me. "If you think it's about your faith, its not. I admit I've not had the best experiences with religious people, but I will never judge you for what you believe in." I went on. "If you think there's something wrong with you, then I want you to stop that train of thought right now. You're going to find someone amazing soon enough, someone who loves and cherishes you like you deserve, but it won't be me." I told her, being both firm and gentle as I can. Her cheeks were red as she looked into my eyes.

"But then, why…" She trailed off again, looking to the side in embarrassment, again.

"I told you before; you remind me of my little sister, a little too much, to be honest." I said with a sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Imagine meeting a boy who acts just like your father? Would you date him?" I asked.

"Daddy's a good man, but…" She cringed a little.

"Exactly." I sat down. "When it comes down to it, you're just… not my type." I told her. "And that is not something you need to take personally, and it doesn't mean that there's something wrong with you." I said firmly. "Some people just… aren't compatible." I finished.

"I know." She sighed sadly. "It doesn't make it any easier." She looked out through the window, looking at the sky.

"I know." I assured her. I've had more than a few heartbreaks of my own. Things were silent for a moment, and whilst I can usually enjoy the quiet, the atmosphere was a little too awkward for me taste. So, I changed the subject. "I see you've gotten a few letters." I said, gesturing to the letters on the bedside table.

"Oh, yes." She said, going along with the unsubtle attempt. "From everyone. Daniel, Mr Jefferson, even Victoria and Mr Madsen." She gave a small smile. "They both apologized, and I believe they were being real."

"Seriously?" I asked with a raised an eyebrow. "How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Damon, I know Victoria can be a… a…" She blushed, not wanting to finish the sentence. "Not nice." She finally settled. "But, I do believe in forgiveness and redemption. I might be naive, but I feel her struggle." She told me. God, this girl is really too kind for her own good. "And Mr Madsen is a good man, I know he is." She added.

"You're a better person than me, Kate." I let out a tired sigh. "I decked Victoria in the face and broke her nose whilst you were up on the roof." I informed her, making her gasp. "And when Madsen lost his temper with me and backhanded me, I broke his arm." I went on.

"Damon…" She whispered, shocked.

"Like I said, you're a better person than I am." I reiterated.

"That's not true." She said in what only be the equivalent of a snap. Well, for her. "We all react differently to what we're faced with. Just because you took one course of action, while I took another, doesn't mean you're a bad person." She said, trying to be stern. It was actually kind of cute.

"You're a sweet girl Kate." I smiled at her. "I'm glad you think that way."

"We all have our moments." She told me with a smile. "Why do you think Victoria acts so mean?" She asked.

"Either she's insecure, or she's just a bitch." I shrugged, making Kate grimace. "Sorry, but she's wealthy, beautiful, and talented, I can't think of a reason she'd have to be insecure. Unless…" I trailed off.

"Unless?" Kate urged me to go on.

"My mother's a psychologist, and when I was a kid, I used to sneak peaks at her notes." I cringed. "I don't think my left buttock has been the same since she found out." I shuddered, eliciting a cute giggle from Kate. Glad to see she can laugh. "Digression aside, I remember reading that one of her patients had Histrionic Personality Disorder." I recalled with a frown. "It essentially amounts to a compulsive need for attention, and a willingness to take any means necessary to get it, be it enthusiasm, dramaticism, or even sexual promiscuity." I sighed. "It fits her perfectly, but I'm no therapist." I admitted.

"It does make sense." Kate agreed. "And if that's not the case, there has to be a reason why she's so mean. If there wasn't, how would she be able to write such a sincere letter?" she asked.

"True that." I conceded.

"And the same could be said for Mr Madsen." She continued. "In his letter, he said that his past as a soldier is not an excuse, and he regrets they way he acted." She informed, surprising me.

"When did you get the letter?" I asked curiously.

"Yesterday evening, a nurse told me that one of the other patients asked her to deliver it." She recalled, giving me a look. "I suppose he was here to have his broken arm looked at." She deduced.

"Most likely." I said dryly.

"Damon?" She called to me after a moment of silence. I looked up at her. "This has been bothering me since you arrived; did you get into a fight?" She asked, gesturing to her neck. "You have a bruise here." She told me, making me freeze.

"Uuuh…" I trailed off, not quite sure what to say. "It's a hickey." I eventually admitted.

She tilted her head innocently. "What's a hickey?" She asked, making me blanch.

"Well…" God, I shouldn't be telling her this, but if I don't, who will? "It's also called a love bite." I bit out. See what I did there? "Some people bite down on their partners during… well, during sex." I mumbled, making Kate's eyes widen and her cheeks turn scarlet. "Or just heavy petting." I added. I don't think I needed to explain what 'petting' was to her. The context was clear.

"I… see…" She mumbled, looking away, both saddened and embarrassed. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell her that…

Better shift topics again.

"Listen, I'm happy to see you again, but I don't think I can stay much longer. I'm in the middle of outing Nathan for all the crap he's pulled." I told her. Her face darkened, though not considerably, given her nature.

"I don't usually say this about people, but there's something evil about the Prescotts Damon." She told me, fear evident in her tone.

"I know." I agreed, standing up. "I have to go now, but I'll come back and visit as soon as I can, OK?" I asked with a soft smile.

"Thank you Damon, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're here." She told me. Smiling, I leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her forehead, making her blush.

"See you soon." I told her, heading for the door. As I opened the door, I looked to Chloe, who was still sitting on the bench, and nodded. Nodding back, she stood up. As we were about to leave, I heard Kate call to me.

"Damon, wait." She said as she walked up to me.

"Need something?" I asked as she stopped in front of me. She blushed and looked up at me. What she did next surprised me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned upwards, since I was taller than her, and planted her lips on mine. Chloe's jaw dropped. It wasn't a full-blown snog or anything, Kate just pressed her lips against mine for about six or seven seconds, but the context was clear. As she pulled back, she looked up at me with a face redder than I've ever seen anyone blush.

"S-sorry…" She stammered out, fidgeting in place. "I just… Just once I wanted to… I know it's wrong, but... I mean…" She wasn't able to put together a coherent sentence. "Bye!" She squeaked, closing the door, leaving me shell-shocked. Chloe, on the other hand, had the widest, most evil grin I've ever seen from her.

"No." I stopped her before she could make a remark.

"But-"

"No." I cut her off.

"I just-"

"No!" I snapped, my face red as I saw her grinning from ear to ear. Thankfully, she's not petty enough to be upset with me for what someone else did. I mean, how was Kate supposed to know my girlfriend was standing right outside the room when she kissed me? But, that doesn't mean I'll get away unscathed. If only for the sake of it, Chloe's going to find a way to hold that over my head.

"Well, I'll get a quip in sooner or later." Chloe conceded to not making a joke. Yet.

"You're going to be the death of me." I sighed. Still, as I said this, I brought an arm around her waist.

"You know you love it." She grinned cheekily, leaning into my hold. Never will I ever give her the satisfaction of knowing she's right.

Ok, some part of me is saying that I made this chapter a little too mushy in regards to Damon and Chloe's interactions. We all know she hates the mush, but I tried to alter it in a way that would make sense for her. I mean, the mush they have here just fits with them so well! It's not sappy and romantic like a cheesy rom-com. It's punky and wild mush, just like Chloe and Damon. Am I wrong? Did I not do it well?

Also, I quite enjoyed writing the interaction with Kate. Especially the end, and the hickey bit. I just had to add that. Come on, we all know the girl is about as innocent and naive as a puppy. She's probably never even seen a diagram of the reproductive system in a Biology class. She might even believe a stork delivers babies! Come on, is it that hard to believe? We've all seen Dumbo! Kate probably has too!

That bit with Joyce was just me having fun, truthfully. And me being lazy in having Chloe and Damon's relationship become known to their parents. Namely, Joyce and Klare. As we all know, Chloe will never see David as a parent, and the same can be said with Damon about Genevieve, though the latter two are on much better terms than the former two.

Anywho, hope you enjoyed the chapter.

C'ya!