Forever
-chapter eight
The refrigerator light flickered on as Jill Valentine pulled open the fairly heavy handle to the fridge. It looked to be a very expensive and high-tech fridge, and Jill was pleasantly surprised to find that it contained a large amount of fresh food. Enough for the coming week, at least. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned it's contents, looking for suitable ingredients to make a sandwich. She smiled to herself when she came across a package of sliced salami and another of turkey.
" Chris! Salami or turkey!?" she called.
" Surprise me! " came the answer from the living room.
" Always one for surprises..." she whispered to herself, a sly smile coming across her features.
She stepped out, placed the meat and poultry on a counter, and returned to the fridge. Several more seconds of searching produced a tomato and some mayo, which joined the other ingredients on the counter. A glance at the pantry resulted in some pepper and a loaf of white bread, and finally Jill grabbed a knife off the drawer of utensils and began work on the sandwich.
" I could go for one of those myself! "
...came the voice of Beccy, who had suddenly appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She was pulling her short hair back into a ponytail, with that trademark red bandanna that she was never for a moment without.
" $4.50 please, ma'am." Jill answered, jokingly. Beccy smiled.
" Hah! For a price like that, I'll make one myself, thanks! "
Jill smiled, and handed her a finished turkey sandwich, which she had placed on a plate.
" I'll make you one, jus' go out there and take this to Chris, will ya? "
" Sure! Wow....he must be real good."
" Whaddya mean? "
" Well, why else would you be making him a sandwich? People are always hungry after sex, right? "
...Beccy said, quickly taking the plate and dashing out into the living room where the ever hungry Chris sat, reading up on the newest Biodanger game, before Jill could get her hands on something to throw at her. She was still smiling when she reached Chris.
" One turkey, tomato, and mayo sandwich, monsieur. " she said, trying in vain to sound like some french waitress. She was failing at it. Beccy bowed at the waist and presented the food with a single hand, the other tucked behind her back.
" Ah, merci, miss. " Chris joined in, dropping the magazine on the coffee table, eager to take the plate off of Rebecca's hands.
" $4.50 plus tip, mister. " Beccy said, smiling, flopping down on the couch next to him. She noticed the issue of PSM Chris had laid on the coffee table and took it, flipping through the pages until she came across a review of the newest Biodanger game. Next to Chris, Rebecca was the most into video games.
" Biodanger: Code Betty (1)...that Christopherson Bluefield looks pretty hot...."
...Beccy declared. Chris absently nodded. He didn't know what it was Rebecca had just said, as he was too busy digging into the sandwich. It was a welcome reprieve from the two days of McChickens and french fries he had just endured. Actually, he noted, any fresh, non-microwaved food is a welcome reprieve...
" Linner is served! " Jill declared, as she appeared in the living room, with a plate in each hand. She presented one to Beccy, and kept the other for herself as she sat down on the inviting leather recliner next to the couch Chris and Beccy sat on. She pulled up the matching leather footrest, put her feet up, and began to dig in.
" What the hell is 'Linner'?" Beccy inquired, inbetween bites of salami.
" Well...its...its inbetween lunch and dinner, you know.....like brunch is inbetween breakfast and lunch, " Jill answered, " at least that's what they used to call it in my family. "
Chris and Beccy exchanged glances.
" So what are we gonna do today? It's only 6:30...we still got time to do something before the night's over." Beccy asked, eager to change the subject.
" I dunno...." Jill began. Suddenly her eyes widened. " I got it! Remember that mall we passed on the way here? Let's go to that! "
" Great idea! " Beccy agreed.
" Aw come on..." Chris moaned. " We've stopped at every mall on the way here! Don't you guys ever get tired of shopping? Maybe we should-"
" Chris, " Beccy explained, interrupting him, " asking if girls ever get tired of shopping is a lot like asking if the sky is blue, or if birds fly, or if the grass is green, or if Carlos has a nice ass...." she finished, taking the last bite of her sandwich and placing the plate on the coffee table, giving Jill a high five.
" I highly doubt I'm gonna ask about another man's ass, but whatever. " Chris said, with a toss of his hand, " I'll never understand girls."
" You seem to understand Jill pretty well."
Chris took a glance at Jill. Eyes met, and heads nodded in understanding.
The S.T.A.R.S. Captain stomped down on Rebecca's foot, while his lieutenant kicked the young medic in the shins of the same foot. Beccy cried out in pain, while Chris and Jill slapped each other a high-five in congratulations. The infamous two foot shin kick had claimed another victim.
" Ow! Now I know why Barry's got a bad leg! "
Jill kept that smile of hers on her lips, as she gathered up all three plates.
" You wanna go wash these with me in the kitchen? " she asked Chris, tossing her hair back and offering that smile, in what Beccy thought was a seductive invitation to engage in "dental cleaning" with her in the kitchen.
" Love to...but I gotta check my e-mail, Barry said he'd send me the performance evaluations. You know those geeky guys that've been at the last couple of training sessions? They're from the U.N., and they've evaluated each one of us...."
" Oh come on, you brought your laptop to a vacation? Do you ever relax? " Jill said, obviously wanting to continue what she and Chris had been up to before Chris' stomach got the better of him.
" Well yeah...I'll be in the study! "
" Alright, go check your mail. Beccy, come on, you can help me think of what to make for dinner. "
The two young women, one of which was walking with a slight limp, moved away into the kitchen.
Chris grabbed the bag that held his laptop, and headed up the stairs to find the study Carlos had mentioned.
***
" You have mail. " informed the distinctive female tone of his laptop, as he flipped it on and connected to his mail account.
Chris sat in what he thought was a small but very cozy study, leaning back on a leather chair with his computer in front of him on a desk, a floor to ceiling window allowing the dimming horizon's light to shine on him, giving him a good view of the sunset at the same time. A several tall bookshelves with books the titles of which he couldn't pronounce stood proudly on one wall, while on the other ornate paintings of everything from an icecream cone to a coffee mug hung just as proudly. The wall to ceiling window displaying the sunset next to Chris, however, provided the best picture of all; the art of Mother Nature herself.
Whatever Elena did for a living, it was certainly a well paying living.
After several clicks the young man in the leather chair was presented with a list of as yet unopened mail. He scanned down the list and read out titles of the mail he had just recieved.
" Playstation 2 News, New Shotgun Out Today, Final Fantasy Movie out Today...." he scanned through the inevitable junk mail until he finally found the two Barry had sent him, including the one he was looking for. " ahah! Special Tactics And Rescue Squad Tactical Performance Evaluation Reports...."
A double click produced a list of familiar names.
" Anderson, Lisa Katherine. Burton, Barry Louis. Chambers, Rebecca Elizabeth. Fernandez, Jose. Oliviera, Carlos Juan. Ah, Redfield, Christopher Darryl..." (2)
***
Chris' smile couldn't be any happier.
Every sentence of his evaluation was a positive one, and he found himself reading out parts of it over and over to himself, congratulating himself each time.
" Remains calm and controlled under pressure....Exhorts a strong aura of leadership...a very capable marksman...has a bright future ahead of him in the S.T.A.R.S.."
Chris pumped his fist a couple of times and smiled. The years of training, discipline, and other work were finally paying dividends. Added to that the fact that he was happy, he had tons of friends, his sister was alive and well, and his newfound relationship with Jill, nothing seemed to be standing against him.
" Everything's coming up Chris!" He said, raising his arms in a V for victory for emphasis, fingers pointing at the ceiling.
The smiling man contemplated whether or not he should sneak a peak at the other's evaluations, but instead he decided against it, reasoning that he had to respect their privacy.
He got up, and, still smiling, ran downstairs to let everyone else know how they did.
***
" Booyah! Leon Kennedy does it again! " Leon shouted, moments after reading his evaluation. Apparently it had been a good one for him. Like Chris, he began to read out some random compliments.
" Very capable 2nd in command....excellent decision maker....all around good soldier...Hah! Damn right! " Leon pumped his fist and jumped up and down, looking like some High School football player who had just scored the winning touchdown for his team.
After Leon had praised himself enough and deleted his evaluation, he passed the laptop over to Rebecca, who was next to read hers. The team had promised to delete their evaluations once they were done with theirs, so that no one but themselves would know how the United Nations had graded them. All six team members were outside, lying down on the soft sand of the beach, as the ocean waves sang a chorus of crashes against the shore, and the sun had once again begun to flee from the darkness of night. It was a beautiful sight, one fit to be framed and put up on a wall, as Chris had noticed from Elena's study minutes before.
Claire enveloped Leon in a hug and a congratulatory kiss, causing the rest of the team to turn away in half disgust and half respect of their privacy. Like Leon, Carlos, and Chris, she too had recieved positive remarks, although hers came along with a negative remark for " rash decision making in the heat of combat." She remained happy on the whole though, much to the delight of the rest of the team. Having an angry Claire around was akin to diffusing a live bomb.
One wrong comment and she'd explode.
Several seconds later Rebecca joined the happiness, deleting her file and informing the rest of the team, happily, that the United Nations had found her a adept chemist, and an exceptional medic. Beccy left out the part questioning her courage in the heat of combat, but it was a small comment anyway and it was overall a positive report.
" My turn! " Jill announced, happily taking the computer from Beccy's hands.
Claire got up.
" Let's go for a walk along the beach to celebrate! " she announced. Leon, always eager to be wherever Claire was present, hopped up and joined her. Carlos stood up, always one for any physical activity.
" I'll go wit you guys, as long as we drop by McDonald's, I got a sudden craving for a McFlurry... "
" Me too! " Beccy added.
" Bro, you in? Ice cream? " the younger Redfield asked.
" Naw...thanks...I'll catch up later with Jill maybe. "
" 'Kay! " Claire acknowledged. A turn of a ponytail, and the four men and women headed down the beach. " Just make sure you clean up any bodily fluids you leave behind! "
Chris immediately took off one of his sandals and threw it in her general direction. Claire dodged it with ease, and, with a smile, tossed it back to him as she jogged to catch up with the Leon, Carlos and Beccy. Chris could see that already Leon had engaged Carlos in a rock-skipping contest. Carlos had already gotten to four skips according to himself, and he could hear Leon contesting that the last skip didn't count, and the two amigos began yet another neverending debate.
' Always in competition, these two...' he thought with a smile.
He turned over to Jill, who had an intent look on her face as she focused on the screen in front of her, reading through it's contents.
" Well? " he inquired, " is it good news? "
Jill smiled, but Chris noticed it wasn't exactly her normal smile that was playing across her chiseled features. He knew her well enough to tell. This smile had a kind of alterior thought behind it, perhaps sleepiness or...
...or sadness...
She pressed a few keys, deleting the file, and shut the computer down. She closed it, and handed it to Chris, still with that sad smile across her lips. Chris noticed something.
There was a glint in her eye.
She had tears in her eyes.
Chris realised that this, moment, was the first time he had seen those blue orbs, those blue eyes glisten with tears. Jill was normally so reserved. She let other feelings out, easily, such as love and kindness, but never before had tears been part of those feelings. Two days before, when she had confessed her feelings towards Chris, she had cried, but those where tears of happiness, happiness that finally the two had confessed that they loved each other. Now, he realised, she was crying out of sadness for the first time. She had kept her tears inside at her father's grave and at the destruction of her beloved Raccoon City, and now, here on some faraway, safe, secure beach, away from zombies or Tyrants of any sort, Chris refused to believe that these emotions were caused by some inconsequential report.
Jillian Chelsea Valentine was crying not because she had lost some close comrade, or even because she had come close to losing her own life. She was crying because of a report. Chris felt emotionally closer to Jill than any other person in his life, and to see that single tear cascade halfway down a porcelain cheek before she rubbed it away drove a sword through his heart.
Jill was his friend, his love, his angel, and to see her cry made him weak. He would spill blood for her and spill his own blood just to make her happy, and to see her tearful made Chris feel as if he had failed her in some abstract way.
She got up, shakily, and began to speak. Chris was wordless.
" I....I'm..sleepy, I'm........going to bed...good night, Chris. " she managed out, her voice shaking and unsure, as if speaking the words would cost her her life. Without any further word, she turned around and dashed towards the waiting form of the house, leaving Chris suddenly alone and confused.
" Jill...."
Chris was wordless.
He got up and chased after her.
Author's Note:
' indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
(1)-Code Betty! heheh
(2)-I actually made the middle names up, Darryl is my middle name...if anyone actually knows the middle names of these guys please tell me so I can change it.
Well BUM BUM BUM! First off I'd like to apologize for the long delay it took for me to get this out, but some things came up that demanded my attention and were out of my control. Anyway, what did yall think? Please review..I apologize that it's a lot shorter than the other chapters, but I'm already putting the finishing touches on chapter nine, expect that out soon, by wednesday at the latest.
Much Love!
-chapter eight
The refrigerator light flickered on as Jill Valentine pulled open the fairly heavy handle to the fridge. It looked to be a very expensive and high-tech fridge, and Jill was pleasantly surprised to find that it contained a large amount of fresh food. Enough for the coming week, at least. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned it's contents, looking for suitable ingredients to make a sandwich. She smiled to herself when she came across a package of sliced salami and another of turkey.
" Chris! Salami or turkey!?" she called.
" Surprise me! " came the answer from the living room.
" Always one for surprises..." she whispered to herself, a sly smile coming across her features.
She stepped out, placed the meat and poultry on a counter, and returned to the fridge. Several more seconds of searching produced a tomato and some mayo, which joined the other ingredients on the counter. A glance at the pantry resulted in some pepper and a loaf of white bread, and finally Jill grabbed a knife off the drawer of utensils and began work on the sandwich.
" I could go for one of those myself! "
...came the voice of Beccy, who had suddenly appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She was pulling her short hair back into a ponytail, with that trademark red bandanna that she was never for a moment without.
" $4.50 please, ma'am." Jill answered, jokingly. Beccy smiled.
" Hah! For a price like that, I'll make one myself, thanks! "
Jill smiled, and handed her a finished turkey sandwich, which she had placed on a plate.
" I'll make you one, jus' go out there and take this to Chris, will ya? "
" Sure! Wow....he must be real good."
" Whaddya mean? "
" Well, why else would you be making him a sandwich? People are always hungry after sex, right? "
...Beccy said, quickly taking the plate and dashing out into the living room where the ever hungry Chris sat, reading up on the newest Biodanger game, before Jill could get her hands on something to throw at her. She was still smiling when she reached Chris.
" One turkey, tomato, and mayo sandwich, monsieur. " she said, trying in vain to sound like some french waitress. She was failing at it. Beccy bowed at the waist and presented the food with a single hand, the other tucked behind her back.
" Ah, merci, miss. " Chris joined in, dropping the magazine on the coffee table, eager to take the plate off of Rebecca's hands.
" $4.50 plus tip, mister. " Beccy said, smiling, flopping down on the couch next to him. She noticed the issue of PSM Chris had laid on the coffee table and took it, flipping through the pages until she came across a review of the newest Biodanger game. Next to Chris, Rebecca was the most into video games.
" Biodanger: Code Betty (1)...that Christopherson Bluefield looks pretty hot...."
...Beccy declared. Chris absently nodded. He didn't know what it was Rebecca had just said, as he was too busy digging into the sandwich. It was a welcome reprieve from the two days of McChickens and french fries he had just endured. Actually, he noted, any fresh, non-microwaved food is a welcome reprieve...
" Linner is served! " Jill declared, as she appeared in the living room, with a plate in each hand. She presented one to Beccy, and kept the other for herself as she sat down on the inviting leather recliner next to the couch Chris and Beccy sat on. She pulled up the matching leather footrest, put her feet up, and began to dig in.
" What the hell is 'Linner'?" Beccy inquired, inbetween bites of salami.
" Well...its...its inbetween lunch and dinner, you know.....like brunch is inbetween breakfast and lunch, " Jill answered, " at least that's what they used to call it in my family. "
Chris and Beccy exchanged glances.
" So what are we gonna do today? It's only 6:30...we still got time to do something before the night's over." Beccy asked, eager to change the subject.
" I dunno...." Jill began. Suddenly her eyes widened. " I got it! Remember that mall we passed on the way here? Let's go to that! "
" Great idea! " Beccy agreed.
" Aw come on..." Chris moaned. " We've stopped at every mall on the way here! Don't you guys ever get tired of shopping? Maybe we should-"
" Chris, " Beccy explained, interrupting him, " asking if girls ever get tired of shopping is a lot like asking if the sky is blue, or if birds fly, or if the grass is green, or if Carlos has a nice ass...." she finished, taking the last bite of her sandwich and placing the plate on the coffee table, giving Jill a high five.
" I highly doubt I'm gonna ask about another man's ass, but whatever. " Chris said, with a toss of his hand, " I'll never understand girls."
" You seem to understand Jill pretty well."
Chris took a glance at Jill. Eyes met, and heads nodded in understanding.
The S.T.A.R.S. Captain stomped down on Rebecca's foot, while his lieutenant kicked the young medic in the shins of the same foot. Beccy cried out in pain, while Chris and Jill slapped each other a high-five in congratulations. The infamous two foot shin kick had claimed another victim.
" Ow! Now I know why Barry's got a bad leg! "
Jill kept that smile of hers on her lips, as she gathered up all three plates.
" You wanna go wash these with me in the kitchen? " she asked Chris, tossing her hair back and offering that smile, in what Beccy thought was a seductive invitation to engage in "dental cleaning" with her in the kitchen.
" Love to...but I gotta check my e-mail, Barry said he'd send me the performance evaluations. You know those geeky guys that've been at the last couple of training sessions? They're from the U.N., and they've evaluated each one of us...."
" Oh come on, you brought your laptop to a vacation? Do you ever relax? " Jill said, obviously wanting to continue what she and Chris had been up to before Chris' stomach got the better of him.
" Well yeah...I'll be in the study! "
" Alright, go check your mail. Beccy, come on, you can help me think of what to make for dinner. "
The two young women, one of which was walking with a slight limp, moved away into the kitchen.
Chris grabbed the bag that held his laptop, and headed up the stairs to find the study Carlos had mentioned.
***
" You have mail. " informed the distinctive female tone of his laptop, as he flipped it on and connected to his mail account.
Chris sat in what he thought was a small but very cozy study, leaning back on a leather chair with his computer in front of him on a desk, a floor to ceiling window allowing the dimming horizon's light to shine on him, giving him a good view of the sunset at the same time. A several tall bookshelves with books the titles of which he couldn't pronounce stood proudly on one wall, while on the other ornate paintings of everything from an icecream cone to a coffee mug hung just as proudly. The wall to ceiling window displaying the sunset next to Chris, however, provided the best picture of all; the art of Mother Nature herself.
Whatever Elena did for a living, it was certainly a well paying living.
After several clicks the young man in the leather chair was presented with a list of as yet unopened mail. He scanned down the list and read out titles of the mail he had just recieved.
" Playstation 2 News, New Shotgun Out Today, Final Fantasy Movie out Today...." he scanned through the inevitable junk mail until he finally found the two Barry had sent him, including the one he was looking for. " ahah! Special Tactics And Rescue Squad Tactical Performance Evaluation Reports...."
A double click produced a list of familiar names.
" Anderson, Lisa Katherine. Burton, Barry Louis. Chambers, Rebecca Elizabeth. Fernandez, Jose. Oliviera, Carlos Juan. Ah, Redfield, Christopher Darryl..." (2)
***
Chris' smile couldn't be any happier.
Every sentence of his evaluation was a positive one, and he found himself reading out parts of it over and over to himself, congratulating himself each time.
" Remains calm and controlled under pressure....Exhorts a strong aura of leadership...a very capable marksman...has a bright future ahead of him in the S.T.A.R.S.."
Chris pumped his fist a couple of times and smiled. The years of training, discipline, and other work were finally paying dividends. Added to that the fact that he was happy, he had tons of friends, his sister was alive and well, and his newfound relationship with Jill, nothing seemed to be standing against him.
" Everything's coming up Chris!" He said, raising his arms in a V for victory for emphasis, fingers pointing at the ceiling.
The smiling man contemplated whether or not he should sneak a peak at the other's evaluations, but instead he decided against it, reasoning that he had to respect their privacy.
He got up, and, still smiling, ran downstairs to let everyone else know how they did.
***
" Booyah! Leon Kennedy does it again! " Leon shouted, moments after reading his evaluation. Apparently it had been a good one for him. Like Chris, he began to read out some random compliments.
" Very capable 2nd in command....excellent decision maker....all around good soldier...Hah! Damn right! " Leon pumped his fist and jumped up and down, looking like some High School football player who had just scored the winning touchdown for his team.
After Leon had praised himself enough and deleted his evaluation, he passed the laptop over to Rebecca, who was next to read hers. The team had promised to delete their evaluations once they were done with theirs, so that no one but themselves would know how the United Nations had graded them. All six team members were outside, lying down on the soft sand of the beach, as the ocean waves sang a chorus of crashes against the shore, and the sun had once again begun to flee from the darkness of night. It was a beautiful sight, one fit to be framed and put up on a wall, as Chris had noticed from Elena's study minutes before.
Claire enveloped Leon in a hug and a congratulatory kiss, causing the rest of the team to turn away in half disgust and half respect of their privacy. Like Leon, Carlos, and Chris, she too had recieved positive remarks, although hers came along with a negative remark for " rash decision making in the heat of combat." She remained happy on the whole though, much to the delight of the rest of the team. Having an angry Claire around was akin to diffusing a live bomb.
One wrong comment and she'd explode.
Several seconds later Rebecca joined the happiness, deleting her file and informing the rest of the team, happily, that the United Nations had found her a adept chemist, and an exceptional medic. Beccy left out the part questioning her courage in the heat of combat, but it was a small comment anyway and it was overall a positive report.
" My turn! " Jill announced, happily taking the computer from Beccy's hands.
Claire got up.
" Let's go for a walk along the beach to celebrate! " she announced. Leon, always eager to be wherever Claire was present, hopped up and joined her. Carlos stood up, always one for any physical activity.
" I'll go wit you guys, as long as we drop by McDonald's, I got a sudden craving for a McFlurry... "
" Me too! " Beccy added.
" Bro, you in? Ice cream? " the younger Redfield asked.
" Naw...thanks...I'll catch up later with Jill maybe. "
" 'Kay! " Claire acknowledged. A turn of a ponytail, and the four men and women headed down the beach. " Just make sure you clean up any bodily fluids you leave behind! "
Chris immediately took off one of his sandals and threw it in her general direction. Claire dodged it with ease, and, with a smile, tossed it back to him as she jogged to catch up with the Leon, Carlos and Beccy. Chris could see that already Leon had engaged Carlos in a rock-skipping contest. Carlos had already gotten to four skips according to himself, and he could hear Leon contesting that the last skip didn't count, and the two amigos began yet another neverending debate.
' Always in competition, these two...' he thought with a smile.
He turned over to Jill, who had an intent look on her face as she focused on the screen in front of her, reading through it's contents.
" Well? " he inquired, " is it good news? "
Jill smiled, but Chris noticed it wasn't exactly her normal smile that was playing across her chiseled features. He knew her well enough to tell. This smile had a kind of alterior thought behind it, perhaps sleepiness or...
...or sadness...
She pressed a few keys, deleting the file, and shut the computer down. She closed it, and handed it to Chris, still with that sad smile across her lips. Chris noticed something.
There was a glint in her eye.
She had tears in her eyes.
Chris realised that this, moment, was the first time he had seen those blue orbs, those blue eyes glisten with tears. Jill was normally so reserved. She let other feelings out, easily, such as love and kindness, but never before had tears been part of those feelings. Two days before, when she had confessed her feelings towards Chris, she had cried, but those where tears of happiness, happiness that finally the two had confessed that they loved each other. Now, he realised, she was crying out of sadness for the first time. She had kept her tears inside at her father's grave and at the destruction of her beloved Raccoon City, and now, here on some faraway, safe, secure beach, away from zombies or Tyrants of any sort, Chris refused to believe that these emotions were caused by some inconsequential report.
Jillian Chelsea Valentine was crying not because she had lost some close comrade, or even because she had come close to losing her own life. She was crying because of a report. Chris felt emotionally closer to Jill than any other person in his life, and to see that single tear cascade halfway down a porcelain cheek before she rubbed it away drove a sword through his heart.
Jill was his friend, his love, his angel, and to see her cry made him weak. He would spill blood for her and spill his own blood just to make her happy, and to see her tearful made Chris feel as if he had failed her in some abstract way.
She got up, shakily, and began to speak. Chris was wordless.
" I....I'm..sleepy, I'm........going to bed...good night, Chris. " she managed out, her voice shaking and unsure, as if speaking the words would cost her her life. Without any further word, she turned around and dashed towards the waiting form of the house, leaving Chris suddenly alone and confused.
" Jill...."
Chris was wordless.
He got up and chased after her.
Author's Note:
' indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
(1)-Code Betty! heheh
(2)-I actually made the middle names up, Darryl is my middle name...if anyone actually knows the middle names of these guys please tell me so I can change it.
Well BUM BUM BUM! First off I'd like to apologize for the long delay it took for me to get this out, but some things came up that demanded my attention and were out of my control. Anyway, what did yall think? Please review..I apologize that it's a lot shorter than the other chapters, but I'm already putting the finishing touches on chapter nine, expect that out soon, by wednesday at the latest.
Much Love!