Updates: More insight on Zeek's past as well as other 0_o. Dum, dum, dum, dum, da, da, da, da(if u didn't know that's the wedding march) Are the days numbering for Mimi? I just checked the spelling that's it kay? So if something else is wrong then, I dunno just work with me_
SOOORRRRYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEET_T!!!! I had no, I repeat, no time 2 write this! I had a chemistry project due in three days!! 3 friggin' days!!! It was like the c bomb just dropped on me! Well us actually. Laurel and I had to sleep over each other's houses just to finish it! DAMN U MR.HARRIS! U SUCK!!! DEATH 2 ALL TEACHERS! DAMN U ALL!…………..Not you Ms.Drumman you rock!…………… ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………please don't fail me.
† T h e P e r f e c t S e d u c t i o n †
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(Chew it up, Chew it up,
Chew it up)
Busta Bus' down somethin
Crucial Keys in the spot
Flipmode squad, come on
(Fall Fall Fall)
Rampage talk to em
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Tai stared at the beaten giant. What the hell was he supposed to say? The moon beat down on his shoulders almost as hard as the rain. His large eyes cornered the black skinned man with empathy almost covered by his bangs and other hair that was quickly clinging to his neck and face like vines choking a tree. He let out a defeated sigh. What do you say? What do you do? He didn't know anymore. Everything changed so fast. It was only three years ago he and Matt were facing each other off in the pool hall just to piss off the other. Those days where gone. Rivalry was now just bitter hate. The hate you wouldn't even reserve for your enemy. No, this was a personal hate. This was rage. This was blood, anger, and insanity. He didn't have a clue as to who was who. He almost chuckled at the thought. He only knew the gist of it. Taichi knelt down to the sobbing man's level, which wasn't much of a kneel for him.
"Z?"
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"Zeek…?"
"……………"
"Ezeechial?!"
He looked up into warm comforting brown eyes. For a moment Zeek thought he was looking into mama's large brown eyes in the morning. For a moment he was so sure this was all just a bad dream, that he was home again, safe in his bed. But that's all it was………..a moment.
"B-boss?" He sniffled fighting off a cough. It was getting cold.
"Hey big guy. We came, we saw, we kicked ass, whatdaya say we go home now?" He joked gently his hand resting on the larger man's broad shoulder.
Zeek nodded pitifully and hiccupped followed by a sneeze.
"M-Mah belly be hurtin' boss. S'a 'bit chilly out heah too." His accent thickened with emotion.
Tai forced a smile and tried his best to help his friend up. He knew his strength wouldn't be much help to Zeek's weight but trying never killed anyone……….ok so that was an outright lie but what the hell anyway. The large man chuckled as Tai almost fell over when he didn't put enough of his own force into the getting up part. He stood and wiped his quickly clogging nose on his sleeve murmuring a quick heartfelt thank-you. He was getting a cold. They walked in silence the short distance to the car. The quiet was tense, wasn't expected or waiting to be broken, just comfortable. Like there just wasn't anything left to say. But as long as there's a mind, as long as there's a mouth to speak it with, silence will never be strong enough.
"Ah miss Ms. Mimi boss. When we's gonna get 'er back?"
The shorter young man was quiet. Her name was more of an unspoken mutual thing between them. So what could you really say?
"Me too Z. Soon big guy, soon."
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You was with me
ma when I first copped my deal
Bought you the 5 karats plus the house on the hill
The blue escalade with them new chrome-e wheels
You told me the other day I dont know how you feel
Its been 5 months, I been driving you crazy
You told your friend the other day you was havin my baby
Sayin I'm acting funny, Ramp I'm so crazy
All you wanna do is be my number one lady
Fallin' Fallin'
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This wasn't real. This wasn't real. This wasn't real. This wasn't real. THIS.WASN'T.FUCKING.REAL! Mimi's mind screeched at her. It was more heart than mind. Her brain was just trying to delusion her which wasn't helping the situation much. He looked up at his towering form above her kneeling position. The lamp looming over her like hell's fire. Her chin and lips trembled, her hands out of habit began to clutch Cuujo's lifeless arm. Her cinnamon eyes thrust shut at the flashback of his name. Her face contorted into one of agony. Her jaw clenching, lips parting into a silent scream of grief showing her pearly whites shut tightly grinding together. Against her will tears streamed down her safe locked lids climbing over her cheeks. Her muscles tightened as her hands grasped more fiercely at his semi-muscular arm. No No No No this wasn't real. He wasn't dead. And he didn't kill him. Her head refused to face the limp body of the only person in the world who really cared about her. No, oh no, instead it blindly faced his murderer.
His murderer in all his fanged smirking glory. Bastard. She felt a hand under her chin cradling it. Hands. Air softly blowing on her face. Breath. Gravity defying hair brushing her forehead in spiky clumps that where un-naturally soft. Hair. Her mind was reeling, totally unwilling to accept the fate that was literally staring her in the face. Her fate. That didn't mean her eyes couldn't confirm it though. Purgatory. Sapphire seas peering mischievously into her, that's all her eyes could conceive. Drowning.
"Miss me my darling?"
Matt.
"I missed you. But now we can be together." He whispered devishly to her.
Her muscles relaxed in acceptance. Yamato. Fragile hands released her only anchor of hope. Yamato. Her face went limp, eyes sliding shut, a pathetic sob jerked her body, just one. Yamato. Cuujo, I'm sorry. There was no more hope. There was only emptiness. Darkness. Shackles! They had her! She didn't care. There was no more pain. There was only Yamato.
There was only death.
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I keep fallin', in
and out, love with you
Sometimes I love you, some, times I'm blue
Sometimes I glow inside, other times you made me cry
Tell me what, am I to do, I'm so confused
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Zeek yawned and shuffled in his blanket. He
hated it here. He hated it there. A laugh worked through his throat. He hated
it everywhere! An overly large hand ran over his hairless head as his soulful
eyes watched the flame flicker bringing even more warmth to his blanketed body.
The couch was barely big enough for his body, but he didn't notice. Where was
everybody? He never liked quiet. It always strung his nerves. His house was
always filled with noise and people. All his little and older brothers and
sisters, his grandma and grandpa, his Mama, Daddy died in a car accident a long
time ago. It hurt to remember his father. He was a big man like Zeek himself,
very religious and kind. Always saying 'Boy you gonna be the good one!' He
laughed at the memory. His family had always dreamed of leaving West Virginia.
He didn't know why though. It wasn't the fanciest town, no, but it was a
regular adventure land for him and his younger siblings. Always something new
to do, another tree to climb, another creek to wade in, another fish to catch,
another frog to hunt.
He smiled as he remembered how his little sister would squeal in fright when he stuck a dead from in her face or some other slimy critter in her face. His fingers lifted as he counted off each sibling when as he last saw them. Shya(10 yrs old, younger), Ivory(4, younger), Dalana(25, same age), Jamio(16, younger), Derek(13, younger), Jeremy,(29, older). Back then there was always some one to play with and/or someone to bug. Dalana would go out on dates and he would tease her until she cried, then she would scream at him for making her eyes all 'blotchy'. Last time he heard she was married. Lived only a town away from Mama. Next was Ivory. He smiled. Sweet little Ivory. She wasn't definitely what Mama had been waiting for. She was as sweet as cotton candy and twice as gentle. Never complaining, never whining or asking why. Never any hopes of something more. Zeek frowned. No, she was born old fashioned, ready to marry the first man who asked her come the day. She was the one he wanted to protect. It hadn't worked as he had heard a couple of years ago. She was settled down all quiet like with a husband who was ungrateful and had no idea why her mother named her at all since she would just be called 'women' when she was married. Three kids too. She was stuck and didn't care. Zeek shook his head to rid the awful memory of the letter he received informing him of what he had fought against for so long. Then there was Shya.
The misfit, the wild child as they called her. The priest had said she was possessed and forbade her in his church unless it was to perform an exorcism. She dressed in boy close and had all guy friends, never caring what anyone thought. Tomboy, lesbian, freak, that's what they all called her, but not for long, at least when Zeek got there. He was the one to tell her 'never change'. She was the one with dreams that rivaled Jeremy's. She wanted to get out of this ghetto town and be a great actress. He would catch her practicing in her room. She never got a part in any school plays, for the few years that had been able to go anyway. They all said the same thing. She didn't look the part. But they both knew what they meant. She was ugly. Zeek, now Zeek never thought so. He had of course to perception of physical appearances what so ever, but he did see the few oddities that Shya stared in the mirror every day. She had been attacked by a beagle when she was five. Shya had been playing with their new puppy when he had ran into the neighbor's yard. She chased after it and had thought she had found him. She ran to pick him up when it leaped at her and ripped her to pieces. Daddy had barely gotten their in time. She was destroyed. It had cost them everything they had just to get her the medical attention it took to keep her alive. There was no chance that they could get her the plastic surgery it took to make her normal again. Her eye had a side-ways slash from her eyebrow to her cheek giving her once beautiful hazel eyes a cataract look which she wore an eye-patch to cover. She said it made her look like the super heroines in the stories. Next there was jagged scar from her forehead to her chin. She said it gave her an air of mystery. Then of course there was her right ear. The top half had been ripped off. She thought it made her look like she was a great boxer. Though he knew these were her own delusions. Late at night when he would go to get a snack he could catch a glimpse of her if her door was open. She would be sitting on her broken wobbly stool staring into her cracked dirty mirror. Not staring, glaring. Glaring at what was keeping her from her dream. She knew he was there because she would talk, and she always made fun of the people who talked to themselves. She would say that she would become a great actress with this face, and when she had enough money she would get a good surgeon to make her beautiful. This could be her thing to over come. Just like Tina Tuner. Last he heard she was in an abusive marriage that led her to a casket. She never left the little town.
Now how could he ever forget Jamio. The little romancer. He would laugh watching him chase the girls begging for a kiss. He would do any odd job the child labor laws would let him just to save up enough money to buy gifts for his monthly sweetheart. He was a precious boy. Too naïve though, much like himself. He was the smallest of the boys in the family but definitely the most charismatic. He had to work to get a girl just like the rest of them of course, but he always got the pick of the litter. There was always this one little girl. Homeliest one he's ever seen! But she had taken the biggest shine to his little brother. Always hanging around the house waiting for him so she could help him in the field. The boys could only go to school until they reached their teens, then they had to work. It was sad but that's what it was in that place. Zeek never minded. That one girl would blush and turn every time Jamio even looked at her, whether it was to ask her to hand him the hoe or throw his sweat rag at her, and he didn't doubt that she kept them all. The last letter he received said he had married that little girl a year ago, apparently she had become quite the looker.
Ok, he was up to Derek. That boy had to be the dumbest one of the family. He had to quit school at age ten, Daddy saying it was a waste on him and Derek didn't care. Zeek didn't really pay much attention to that one unless it was to play football. Derek was the best player he'd ever seen! He could do it all! Run, throw, catch, everything! Jeremy wanted to kill him when he passed up the offer to play professionally. He couldn't leave Mama. Zeek rolled his eyes remembering how Mama teared up when Derek wouldn't leave so he could take care of her. Last Mama told him he was still there. Taking care of her.
Now there was Jeremy. He flinched at the mention of his older brother. Jeremy. He missed him so much. Even though he had been jealous of him. When he had admitted it Zeek had no idea what he had to be jealous of! Soon he knew. Daddy. He had always wanted to be the apple in his eyes as Zeek was then. He was the one who wanted to get out of here. He had hoped to when he had enough money, he had been saving up and was ready and then some when the day came. It wasn't the only day that came. Jeremy had gotten a new suit, an interview in the city, and a bus fair to go with it. Zeek would never forget the beam on those lips as he trotted down the steps. Sweeping Mama into a dance and sashaying her all around the house. The girls laughed, the boys teased him and Dalana yelled at him to get off of her. He talked all through breakfast about how he was going to be a big business man. He had studied any time he got and was as quick as Einstein himself Zeek thought. Big brother. Big brother was going away. He was sad but he was too happy that Jeremy would finally be happy. Mama giggled and said she would be right back, she had to bring Daddy in for breakfast. Zeek sat there Jeremy just barely able too keep the large teenager off his lap. Zeek was so happy had he been a dog his tail would've been wagged right off! A scream broke through the chatter causing every head to snap to the door. Everyone scattered outside scampering for the fields! The little ones where faster and got there first, Zeek was last. The first thing he saw drove him to the brink. There was Mama draped over a lifeless body, the little ones screaming for Daddy and to get up. He never did. Daddy. Zeek sensed a loss but not because of his father. He looked around. Where was Jeremy? He turned to the house. In the distance he could see him. All dressed up in the doorway his had on the frame. He was staring out into the field. Zeek couldn't make out his face and didn't want to. Jeremy turned and walked back into the house.
There father had died of a heart attack. They couldn't afford a proper funeral, only a small gathering and burial that day. There was no time to mourn, die and be buried. Was that it? Through the prayer and knelt head he couldn't make out his brother. Had he already gone? Zeek left the funeral early by himself not wanting to hear everyone's apologese. He trudged up the dirt road the long dark way home. Only the night to comfort him. Too bad he was afraid of the dark. He dragged his feet up the broken creaking stairs to the room he shared with Jamio. He softly opened the door welcoming the whining creak the rusted hinges brought him. A suit. A gray suit, a white dress shirt, gray dress pants, shiny black shoes, a red tie. All neatly folded and ironed on his bed.
"You gon' take 'em or stand there starin'?"
Zeek's head snapped to his left. There leaning in a chair in his drawrs and undershirt was Jeremy. Slouching in the broken weave chair rolling a quarter with his finger not looking at him.
"Huh?"
Jeremy's head jerked up glaring at him
"Ya hard a hearin'! Ah said you gon' take 'em?" He snapped.
Zeek cringed. Seeing this Jeremy softened and went back to rolling the quarter.
"Thea's the rest a the money in the shoe. Dun you daeah take it outta theah ya undastand! City people steal ya blind."
He nodded not knowing what was going on or how to ask for Jeremy to explain it better.
"That bus be comin' the next tweny minutes, if'n yo but ain't in a bus seat bah then, Ah'm gonna kick it half wah ta Virginia, heah?" Jeremy spoke sternly, accent thick.
Zeek nodded staring at his older brother as he got up looming over even him as he walked out of the room gently closing the door behind him. It wasn't until he got on the bus that Zeek understood. Daddy died. Jeremy was the oldest. He was the one to stay behind, be the man of the house when the first was gone. Maybe that's why Daddy had chosen him instead of Jeremy. He guessed that's when Jeremy realized it too, when he stood in the doorway, or maybe it was sooner than that, when Mama had gone to get Daddy, or when they heard that scream. Jeremy had never even had a chance. All that talent, dreams, hopes, gone. All gone. They where passed on to the little brother. He had gone to city, the bus ride had been hard and uncomfortable, but he enjoyed playing card games with the people that had sat next to him. He had gone to that interview, made it right on time. And lost it. Apparently he had failed the interview. They had hired a sharp looking man from Boston. He failed. Failed his father, his siblings, and most importantly, Jeremy. He had given him his life, his ticket. His ticket out of here. Had given all that up just so he could get someone out who didn't want to go in the first place. And that was when Matt had found him. Sobbing in an alley way being left for a druggie or high. Zeek was soon aware of someone standing in front of his sitting form. He heard them ask why he was like this and Zeek's trusting heart explained the whole story. The man offered him a job, one that paid better money than the first one, and all he had to do was be the 'muscle' whatever that meant. Zeek took his head away from his arms and looked up at the man, his hand was offering to help him up. He smiled and took it. Apparently his heart had been in the right place; because Matt as he found out his name was, did everything he said he would and more, he was quick to be his friend and took better care of him than his own mother could. He had sent most of his earnings to her and the rest and in return they sent their love and thanks. July 20th. That was when they stopped. When the world got a little less colorful. The last letter was sent. Jeremy had died. Jeremy had slit his wrists with a kitchen knife after Mama had died. Jeremy was the one that wrote the letter. Mama was gone, the kids where gone, there was no one left to care for. His job was done.
Zeek shivered. Not from the cold, but from the warmth. It wasn't fair. It never was.
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I keep fallin', in
and out, love with you
Sometimes I love you, some, times I'm blue
Sometimes I glow inside, other times you made me cry
Tell me what, am I to do, I'm so confused
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Tai glared at the mirror. Memories flickered across his mind. Mom. Dad. Kari. Mimi's stayed the longest. Mom had been killed a long time ago in one of Tai and Matt's little game of who could piss the other off the most. It had gotten personal. Matt's little brother T.K. That's where it had started. His fate had been sealed the minute the little one had come into the world. Matt had taken care of them after their parent had gone to jail. T.K. had gotten addicted to huffing when he was eleven. Matt tried to block it out but it didn't work. Tai had caught the younger of the siblings wobbling onto the docks waving a gun about. He was obviously high. He couldn't stop his boys. Couldn't stop the bullets. He was dead three times before he hit the ground. It was said that Matt had gone insane after that. Tai knew the truth. With Yamato there was nothing to lose. He had killed his mother. Trotted it the apartment claiming to be an old friend. Throat was slit with the knife she was using to cut his sandwich. Kari was there, had witnessed the whole thing and was in too much of a shock to stop it. She had gone mad shortly after. His father had disowned his so Kami knows where they hell he was. Mimi. All that's left was Mimi. And the blood that flowed from Tai's fist as it smashed through the mirror
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[Chorus]
Tell me who, tell me what, tell me when
Tell me when, tell me how, how..
Tell me who, tell me what, tell me when
Tell me when, tell me why, I keep on fallin'
In and out of love, with-a you,
I never, loved someone like you (dont you never say never ma)
Im fallin', in and out of love, with you, with you
I never, way that I love you (dont you never say never ma)
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Tree, tree, tree, tree. Building, building, building, building. Car, car, car. Her eyes didn't move as objects flew past her.
Matt watched as she stared lifelessly out the car window. Her head leaning limply on the glass. He had taken a car, not trusting her on his motorcycle.
"I don't like this place anymore, precious. We'll be leaving soon, aren't you happy?" He asked. Nothing. No squeal and smile, no hug and jumping up and down. Just a dull thump of her head against the glass when they reached a pothole. He cringed at the sickening sound. His eyes darted around her head to check for anything. Sure enough a tear of blood slid down her forehead dripping onto her shoulder. Her expression never changing, not even acknowledging the blood entering her lips. His own lips thinned his hand carefully taking her head pressing her to him. Trying to keep his eyes on the road and tend to her was not an easy task. He gently kissed the broken skin. His tongue rolled over the dark liquid. No change. With her head sagging on his shoulder he kissed the tip of her hear before whispering into it.
"Come back to me darling. I'll find you either way so its useless to hide from me, even in that mind of yours my beautiful."
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I never felt this way, tell me why I feel this way (come on)
How do you, give
me such, (come on [3x]) pleasure and pain
And when I think, I taken all any fool can endure (ha)
That's is when, I start to fall, for you once more
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I can hide for as long as I
want you sick bastard. She thought. Not for long though. I know where we're
going asshole dearest. I'm down. Not out.
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Every day and
night, runnin the street
I aint got no time for my shorty, thats why she gettin (wild for the night)
Even tho I show you my love, just becuz I stay on the hustle you be gettin
(wild for the night)
I'on mean to be plushin you off, come on ma, I'm gettin this paper, so why you
gettin (wild for the night)
Fo real ma, if I couldnt hold it down and take care of shit, you be really
gettin (wild for the night)
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It was hard to hold on. She missed Mommy. She missed Daddy. She missed Cuujo. She missed safety. She missed her life! Why? Why was this happening to her? Why do bad things happen to such good people!?? It made no sense. Mimi felt his tongue touch her skin. It made her want to curl up in a hole and die! She used to love this man. The man that loved her. The man that held her and hugged her. The man that made love to her at night. He was her security. Was. 'Yeah well Daddy always said you had a sucky judge of character'. She thought trying to bring some sort of light to the situation. It was all she could do to keep the darkness from devouring her.
I used to love you………………
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I-I-I-I'm
fall-falling, fall-fall-fall..
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What was that little happy frase again? Ah yes. FUCK YOU! That was it. Tai thought with a smile. The entire fucking world was against him that was just it. The earth, the skies, the clouds, and of course Kami must've been in on all this, who could forget the big man! He groaned rubbing his temples and went over the computer screen consistants one more time. Same thing. In plain Japanese it was basically that Matt was no where or ever was, to be found. It was as if hell's little golden child had never existed! 'Oh don't I wish' He thought grudgingly. Yeah this definitely sucked the big one. Ya know in all those little child book the knight always kicked dragon ass and saved the princess. So where. The. Hell. Did. He. Find. The dragon! Shimatta! One would think they just had a sign out front or a map or something! But noooooooo. He had to get the one dragon that just happened to be the smart ass the of the bunch! Tai sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had been tailing Yamato all night and had lost him somewhere. Now he was retracing his steps only to find he had none! Grumbling he went back to the monitor.
"I'm going to shoot him in the ass before I shoot him in the face that's for sure." He muttered.
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The heavy-weight,
what went women that cant rest
Me and you up in the 600 S
Travelin for free from state to state
All we do is eat good and gain weight
When we argue its love and hate
Ma, I made the mistake you gave me a break
I got locked by the jake, you was right I had to take the whole cake
(baby got me fall-in)
Im a hustlin nigga, you know I aint fake, FALLIN'!
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Where was she? Where was here? Mimi looked around. It was another large mansion. Well she was in the room of one anyways.
"Does he have these things of lay-a-way or something?" She awed.
Mimi had long since decided she was going feminist and not letting these royal bastards get the better of her. She briefly wondered where her 'darling fiancé' was. Briefly. Very. Briefly. The room was just like her old one. Only with white and gray instead of pink and red. The gold was still there but seemed to be more polished than her own. Wasn't white supposed to represent purity, love, and happiness. She thought opening her closet to look for her clothes. No. White was definitely the representative of hell, hate, and torture. Her mind screamed. Why else would the wedding dress she was now gawking at bring on such nausea?
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With-a you, in
and out of love
I never, love someone like you, love someone like you baby
Im fallin', with-a you, I never, said I never, way that I love you
I keep on fallin', in-and-out-of, with-a you, love-with-you
I never, no-i-never, love someone like you, love someone quite like my baby
Im fallin', fallin', with-a you, I never, neverr, way that I love you
(Spread it out y'all, move it out y'all, get it up y'all, keep it movin y'all,
keep it goin y'all,
lets go lets go lets go
come on)
In love, out-of love, in love and outta love
Up and down, and back I fall
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Well? Huh, huh? Again, go 2 chap:12 and click on the link at the bottom to vote for a sequal if u want one^_^ or else u'r ruining it for everybody. I'm looking for at least fifty votes by the time I finish this kies? Pwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzeeeeee(gives bambi eyes)
To: Mimi_A_Tachikawa
I'm soooooooooo sorryT_T, I can't join anything right now(WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!) School's having the ultimate suck factor!!*sniff sniff* but I made this chap especially long so I could make up for it^_^(sniff sniff sob!) Deni doesn't want you mad at herrrrRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!(Sobs into shirt) Sorries sorries, It's just late and I'm especially emotionalT_T
Luv, peace, and tanning grease
Deni
