1 Title: Detentions, Homecomings and Parties 2/?
Genre: General/humor (future romance and drama)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Phoebe
2 Sent Out: December , 2001
Summery: Second part of 'Detentions, Homecomings and Parties'. You see whether or not Cara was right in saying they would definitely win, find a little bit of back round information of Amy, meet some of the children of the original 'Outsiders' characters, and we see the party (where everybody gets drunk and makes out with random people ( ).
A/N: Well, I got some pretty good reviews, so I'm continuing. And I cannot tell ya'll (No, I don't live in Texas, I live in New York, but the 'ya'll' seemed to fit) how happy I am now that FFN is accepting Word Documents, finally! Italics, Bolds and Colors, oh my! Oh, and also for the list of things to take notice to, go see the authors note on chapter 1.
Disclaimer: Any and all recognizable names, places, things, incidents and characters do not belong to me.
By the way people- I have a beta-reader for my Harry Potter fics, but I really need one for my Outsiders fics (this series included). So, if you're interested, please e-mail me at PrincessBride35@aol.com Thanks!
And, since FF.N is now charging money for author alert, if you want me to let you know when I post new chapters, tell me and leave your e-mail address in the review. (
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"Stupid, canceled, Homecoming parade." Amy muttered, sipping the French vanilla cappuccino from Dunkin Donuts, which she had bought ten minutes earlier for half price after flirting with the guy behind the counter. It did not, however, serve its purpose of warming her up in the chilly Saturday afternoon. The parade had been cancelled, due to the downpour of rain that morning, but the game was still on. The rain had cleared up, but the wind was practically unbearable.
"What time is it?" Eric asked, remembering that they had to be at the football field an hour earlier than everyone else for warm-ups. Eric and Jesse, only being sophomores, normally would have only been on Junior Varsity teams, but they played good enough to be accepted onto Varsity, therefore playing in Homecoming.
"Quarter to one." Jesse said, glancing down at his watch. "C'mon, we better get going."
*
Amy and me were sitting on the curb, waiting for the perfect time to go. Right in the middle of not being so early that looked like losers, and being so late that we had to stand for the whole game 'cause we couldn't find any seats. Amy was smoking and I was leaning back onto the fence leading into the vacant lot. My smoking habits are very limited. The only times that I smoke is when I'm nervous, or scared, or upset and have to calm down, or when I'm about to get into a fight with someone, trying to look tough. Amy's been addicted since she was thirteen. Amy used to be a little chubbier than she is now. Now she's tall, thin and model material. But she was a little chubby, which is one of the reasons that she started smoking in the first place. Smoking supposedly makes you lose weight, and with that on top of the fact that almost everyone in this town smokes, (with me and Jesse as an exception) she was practically destined to be a smoker. One of the reasons she doesn't try to quit is that she's afraid of getting overweight again.
"Feel like going now?" I heard Amy asked, glancing down at her silver and gold watch that she snatched off some Soc after the girl put it in her locker during gym class. She was pretty stupid to leave her locker un-locked with plenty of girls like Amy and me in the school.
"Sure." I answered. "Looking forward to the party tonight?"
"Of course." Amy said with a slight giggle. "We better win, damnit."
*
Halfway through the second quarter we were up by twelve points and it looked as if we would win once again. My throat was killing me from screaming so loud and my legs were tired because me and Amy had been running back and forth between the bleachers on either side, and were yelling 'Go Colts' on the opposing teams side, getting their fans pretty pissed off (Amy and me have a weird sense of fun).
At the moment I was sitting next to Amy one the uncomfortable metal bleachers (my ass was seriously starting too hurt) watching the kick-liners do their act during half time. They were really pretty good, and by the time they were done they guys were out and ready on the field.
No one was scoring any point for a period of about fifteen minutes or so we started getting kinda bored.and cold. I looked around and saw Gwen Shepard sitting about two rows above me. She had curly brown-red hair that stretched just below her chest. Gwen was stretched out with her head resting on the bleacher above her. She was holding a beer that was resting on her stomach, and me, feeling like getting the party started early, told Amy I'd be right back and walked up and plopped myself down next to her. She didn't notice me until I sat down, but when she did she turned her head to me and smiled the smile that everyone loved her for. It was the kind of smile that made you want to be her friend, it was so damn friendly.
"Cara! Finally, I've been looking for you for like the past two fricken' weeks, where the hell have you been?" She exclaimed, passing me a beer from a cooler one of her friends must have brought.
"Same place as I always am Gwen. What the hell do ya want from me now?" I asked, sarcastically, popping the top off it and drinking some.
"Okay, my friend, Nick, ya know; black hair, kinda tall, oh, what the hell am I doing? You know him." I nodded at this point, "Well he is really, and I mean really, into you. And I know you're not with anyone right now-
"Definitely." I said, cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, looking a little taken aback.
"Gwen, Nick is hot, really hot, and he is so sweet and so cute. Plus, he is really tough (which is like a requirement for me), so, definitely."
She looked very pleased, because with a tiny squeal she smiled again and hugged me. I hugged her back, with a "Is he out of jail yet?"
*
Turns out, luckily, Nick was out of jail. He had been jailed for a few months for knocking up a liqueur store with a couple of his buddies. He was charged with armed robbery (I think he had a blade on him), but Nick pulled a lot of stuff like that, which I have to say, I admired.
Nick O' Connor was a senior in High School (Gwen was a sophomore, like me), he wasn't too smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He was pretty much average in school, unlike me, I'm pretty stupid. I just don't care about school, it doesn't really seem that important. Amy and Jesse would argue with me for sure, but I think that Eric would partially agree.
So, turns out, I was right (of course). We did win the game, and since a good party can't really start until about nine or ten, and it was only five thirty, we had a few hours to spare. Amy and me went and stood outside the locker rooms waiting for Eric and Jesse to come out of the locker room. They came out at the same time, both pretty damn happy, and Eric picked me up and swung me around until I felt downright nausea, but I was laughing the whole time. When he finally put me down I saw Jesse smiling broadly with his hands in his back pockets and Amy was jumping up and down in circle, making a fool of herself.
We stood there for about a half hour hangin' out until we made our way over to the bleachers and sat down there. They were empty of people, but there was garbage everywhere with blue and gray streamers everywhere. The sun was setting in the west, and we were still talking about the game. I laid down and put my head in Jesse's lap, and folding my arms over me. My stomach was exposed, as it was all day, from my short zipper up, gray sweatshirt that showed my white t-shirt underneath. I brushed a little dirt off my jeans before closing my eyes and listening to the rest of them talking.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Jesse was nudging me and saying my name. I opened my eyes to see that the sun had fully set and the moon was already up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, seeing that Amy and Eric were already up and starting down the bleacher steps, while Jesse was waiting for me to get up.
I stood and stretched out, still rubbing my eyes. We caught up with Eric and Amy, and then we were all on our way to Jared Douglass' house. Lots of kids have parties after homecomings, but only one is usually really good. And since Jared definitely throws the best parties, that's where we were headed. We hopped the school fence and came out on Webster Avenue, and Jared's house was only about three blocks down.
You could tell there was a party going on from just two blocks away. Blink-182 could be heard already, and talking and yells stretched the distance to us. Amy already had a cigarette in her mouth and me, feeling like one too, borrowed one off of her.
By the time we got there, there was already someone puking out front and a fight had already started. We walked past the fights and the empty beer bottles on the grass. The second you walked into the house, you could smell the strong sense of alcohol, pot and cigarettes smoke. I scanned the part of the house that I could see at the moment for some familiar faces. I saw Gwen Shepard doing shots with her cousin and best friend, Benny, and her brother, Corey. I told the guys that I'd catch up with them later, and made my way over to them.
I've been good friends with Gwen since kindergarten; when she was known as 'Gwenie' and wore a frilly dress with Mary-Jane shoes. Over the years she had begun to live up more and more to the Shepard Legacy. In seventh grade she had begun her talent of stealing things, and in eighth grade she had gotten drunk for the first time. She sneaks out a lot and gets wasted, and usually I go with her incase she drinks too much and passes out or something. She never asks me to do it, but I worry about her, she's not very responsible. I'm just scared that someone's gonna slip something into her drink, or wait till she passes out from drinking too much, and rape her. It wouldn't be the first time it happened to someone in this town. I wouldn't worry about her tonight, though, because if she was with Benny and Corey, they would make sure nothing happened to her.
She saw me coming and waved right before throwing her head back with a tequila shot. Ready to join into the fun, I sat down and grabbed one of the filled shot glasses and threw one back myself, shuddering at the strong taste. She slapped me five, laughing, and grabbed the tequila bottle, filling up the glasses again. I knew that Benny hated doing shots with a passion, the first time he got wasted was when he was doing shots, and I've never seen a person looking so miserable. He threw up, passed out, had a horrible hangover, and he got grounded on top of it. Ever since then he just stuck with beer.
I noticed that Corey's eyes were a little blood shot and he seemed to be laughing a bit too much, so I suspected that he was already stoned, and he just didn't want to chase it with shots. My thoughts were confirmed when he got up mumbling that he was going to go find some food because he was 'damn hungry'.
"Okay," Gwen started, "Before you get drunk and I get any more drunk-" she smiled here, "we have to go find Nick. Later Benny! " She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I turned my head and smiled at Benny, who smiled back before going to hang with Billy Weiss.
"Aiight," she said in her strong Brooklyn accent. I never understood why hers seemed to be so much stronger than anyone else's. "Now we're gonna go find Nick so you two can fall in love and live happily ever after, k?"
"Alright Gwen, whatever you say."
"Damn straight whatever I say." She said, with a slight hint of laughter in her voice. Gwen had eyes like a hawk, so within a few minutes we had found him, and he looked pretty much like I remembered him, which was not bad at all. He had clean-cut midnight black hair, and really bright blue eyes. His cheeks had a natural rosy color to them, so he always looked as if he had just come in from the cold. He was smiling, showing off his dimples. He was wearing a white wife-beater with a black short- sleeved shirt over it, the buttons undone. His body was nicely chiseled, and was accompanied by jeans and sneakers. He had one hand in his back pocket, the other holding a beer bottle. I didn't recognize the guy he was talking with, but the guy must have said something funny, because Nick started laughing, which just added to his good features. It reminded me a bit of my brother, Sodapop's, laugh. It was like a contagious laugh. People say that I have a 'contagious laugh' too, but I haven't noticed.
He saw Gwen, and said something to the guy he was talking too before walking over to see us. Him and Gwen started talking back and forth about Nick's time in prison, Gwen's previous boyfriend, things like that. After a few moments of me just standing there, Gwen changed the subject to me.
"Aiight, Nick, this is the girl I've been telling you about. Nick O'Connor, this is Cara Curtis. Cara, this is Nick."
"Hi." I said, a bit awkwardly.
"Hey." He answered, in what seemed to have a bit more confidence than my greeting. We began talking back and forth briefly, with Gwen as a moderator.
Once Gwen felt as if we could make it on our own, she left with a "Good luck and be careful." If you're wondering what she meant by 'be careful', as she left she discreetly placed something into my hand, in a way that only her and I knew anything about it. After she had left, I opened my hand a bit, and took a glance at what was in it. What I saw definitely made me hold back a laugh; only Gwen would slip a rubber into someone's hand on a blind date.
Did I happen to mention that Gwen doesn't have the best reputation?
*
Thanks to these reviewers:
Deb: Thanks! I was bored one day and actually did the math, and they would be at the exact age to have teenagers!
Chibi-Usa: Same with me, I only had detention once before (I hate being a prep!).
Coll: Thanks! I love compliments! (
Duchess of York: Thank you so much! It's people like you who make me love to write!
Jamie: Thank you so much, I will!
Jas: thanks!
Jasmine: thanks!
Jenny: I love the Outsiders; it's my obsession!
Keirse: Thanks, I will!
Laya: Thanks, and no need to cross your fingers, here it is!
Lorelai: Thank you so much!! Of course I'll continue!
Maverick: I was thinking of doing that! But, first, I gotta get them doing something really bad.
Mithua: Thank you so much! You need to know what happens? I need to know what happens in 'Always Be There For Me'!!
Relaina: It's weird, I didn't even notice the similarity in that line till you pointed it out!
Roxy: I'm like you, I don't write reviews unless I think the story's worth it, so thanks a lot!!
WAZZUP GIRL: Thank you, I try to be funny, but sometimes I kinda suck at it! LoL!
Yfandes: LoL! I had done the same thing like over a year ago! I had requested it to be made, but stupid thing said I had to have a fic to have the category created! Well, it's coming out now!
Please review, I need reviews to continue ( Since I have a week off for Christmas (Merry Christmas everybody), I hope to have chapter three out before the year's out.
Coming up in chapter three: We learn more about Nick, and we find out if Cara needs to use Gwen's, um, 'present' : )
Later! (..review..)
Genre: General/humor (future romance and drama)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Phoebe
2 Sent Out: December , 2001
Summery: Second part of 'Detentions, Homecomings and Parties'. You see whether or not Cara was right in saying they would definitely win, find a little bit of back round information of Amy, meet some of the children of the original 'Outsiders' characters, and we see the party (where everybody gets drunk and makes out with random people ( ).
A/N: Well, I got some pretty good reviews, so I'm continuing. And I cannot tell ya'll (No, I don't live in Texas, I live in New York, but the 'ya'll' seemed to fit) how happy I am now that FFN is accepting Word Documents, finally! Italics, Bolds and Colors, oh my! Oh, and also for the list of things to take notice to, go see the authors note on chapter 1.
Disclaimer: Any and all recognizable names, places, things, incidents and characters do not belong to me.
By the way people- I have a beta-reader for my Harry Potter fics, but I really need one for my Outsiders fics (this series included). So, if you're interested, please e-mail me at PrincessBride35@aol.com Thanks!
And, since FF.N is now charging money for author alert, if you want me to let you know when I post new chapters, tell me and leave your e-mail address in the review. (
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"Stupid, canceled, Homecoming parade." Amy muttered, sipping the French vanilla cappuccino from Dunkin Donuts, which she had bought ten minutes earlier for half price after flirting with the guy behind the counter. It did not, however, serve its purpose of warming her up in the chilly Saturday afternoon. The parade had been cancelled, due to the downpour of rain that morning, but the game was still on. The rain had cleared up, but the wind was practically unbearable.
"What time is it?" Eric asked, remembering that they had to be at the football field an hour earlier than everyone else for warm-ups. Eric and Jesse, only being sophomores, normally would have only been on Junior Varsity teams, but they played good enough to be accepted onto Varsity, therefore playing in Homecoming.
"Quarter to one." Jesse said, glancing down at his watch. "C'mon, we better get going."
*
Amy and me were sitting on the curb, waiting for the perfect time to go. Right in the middle of not being so early that looked like losers, and being so late that we had to stand for the whole game 'cause we couldn't find any seats. Amy was smoking and I was leaning back onto the fence leading into the vacant lot. My smoking habits are very limited. The only times that I smoke is when I'm nervous, or scared, or upset and have to calm down, or when I'm about to get into a fight with someone, trying to look tough. Amy's been addicted since she was thirteen. Amy used to be a little chubbier than she is now. Now she's tall, thin and model material. But she was a little chubby, which is one of the reasons that she started smoking in the first place. Smoking supposedly makes you lose weight, and with that on top of the fact that almost everyone in this town smokes, (with me and Jesse as an exception) she was practically destined to be a smoker. One of the reasons she doesn't try to quit is that she's afraid of getting overweight again.
"Feel like going now?" I heard Amy asked, glancing down at her silver and gold watch that she snatched off some Soc after the girl put it in her locker during gym class. She was pretty stupid to leave her locker un-locked with plenty of girls like Amy and me in the school.
"Sure." I answered. "Looking forward to the party tonight?"
"Of course." Amy said with a slight giggle. "We better win, damnit."
*
Halfway through the second quarter we were up by twelve points and it looked as if we would win once again. My throat was killing me from screaming so loud and my legs were tired because me and Amy had been running back and forth between the bleachers on either side, and were yelling 'Go Colts' on the opposing teams side, getting their fans pretty pissed off (Amy and me have a weird sense of fun).
At the moment I was sitting next to Amy one the uncomfortable metal bleachers (my ass was seriously starting too hurt) watching the kick-liners do their act during half time. They were really pretty good, and by the time they were done they guys were out and ready on the field.
No one was scoring any point for a period of about fifteen minutes or so we started getting kinda bored.and cold. I looked around and saw Gwen Shepard sitting about two rows above me. She had curly brown-red hair that stretched just below her chest. Gwen was stretched out with her head resting on the bleacher above her. She was holding a beer that was resting on her stomach, and me, feeling like getting the party started early, told Amy I'd be right back and walked up and plopped myself down next to her. She didn't notice me until I sat down, but when she did she turned her head to me and smiled the smile that everyone loved her for. It was the kind of smile that made you want to be her friend, it was so damn friendly.
"Cara! Finally, I've been looking for you for like the past two fricken' weeks, where the hell have you been?" She exclaimed, passing me a beer from a cooler one of her friends must have brought.
"Same place as I always am Gwen. What the hell do ya want from me now?" I asked, sarcastically, popping the top off it and drinking some.
"Okay, my friend, Nick, ya know; black hair, kinda tall, oh, what the hell am I doing? You know him." I nodded at this point, "Well he is really, and I mean really, into you. And I know you're not with anyone right now-
"Definitely." I said, cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, looking a little taken aback.
"Gwen, Nick is hot, really hot, and he is so sweet and so cute. Plus, he is really tough (which is like a requirement for me), so, definitely."
She looked very pleased, because with a tiny squeal she smiled again and hugged me. I hugged her back, with a "Is he out of jail yet?"
*
Turns out, luckily, Nick was out of jail. He had been jailed for a few months for knocking up a liqueur store with a couple of his buddies. He was charged with armed robbery (I think he had a blade on him), but Nick pulled a lot of stuff like that, which I have to say, I admired.
Nick O' Connor was a senior in High School (Gwen was a sophomore, like me), he wasn't too smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He was pretty much average in school, unlike me, I'm pretty stupid. I just don't care about school, it doesn't really seem that important. Amy and Jesse would argue with me for sure, but I think that Eric would partially agree.
So, turns out, I was right (of course). We did win the game, and since a good party can't really start until about nine or ten, and it was only five thirty, we had a few hours to spare. Amy and me went and stood outside the locker rooms waiting for Eric and Jesse to come out of the locker room. They came out at the same time, both pretty damn happy, and Eric picked me up and swung me around until I felt downright nausea, but I was laughing the whole time. When he finally put me down I saw Jesse smiling broadly with his hands in his back pockets and Amy was jumping up and down in circle, making a fool of herself.
We stood there for about a half hour hangin' out until we made our way over to the bleachers and sat down there. They were empty of people, but there was garbage everywhere with blue and gray streamers everywhere. The sun was setting in the west, and we were still talking about the game. I laid down and put my head in Jesse's lap, and folding my arms over me. My stomach was exposed, as it was all day, from my short zipper up, gray sweatshirt that showed my white t-shirt underneath. I brushed a little dirt off my jeans before closing my eyes and listening to the rest of them talking.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Jesse was nudging me and saying my name. I opened my eyes to see that the sun had fully set and the moon was already up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, seeing that Amy and Eric were already up and starting down the bleacher steps, while Jesse was waiting for me to get up.
I stood and stretched out, still rubbing my eyes. We caught up with Eric and Amy, and then we were all on our way to Jared Douglass' house. Lots of kids have parties after homecomings, but only one is usually really good. And since Jared definitely throws the best parties, that's where we were headed. We hopped the school fence and came out on Webster Avenue, and Jared's house was only about three blocks down.
You could tell there was a party going on from just two blocks away. Blink-182 could be heard already, and talking and yells stretched the distance to us. Amy already had a cigarette in her mouth and me, feeling like one too, borrowed one off of her.
By the time we got there, there was already someone puking out front and a fight had already started. We walked past the fights and the empty beer bottles on the grass. The second you walked into the house, you could smell the strong sense of alcohol, pot and cigarettes smoke. I scanned the part of the house that I could see at the moment for some familiar faces. I saw Gwen Shepard doing shots with her cousin and best friend, Benny, and her brother, Corey. I told the guys that I'd catch up with them later, and made my way over to them.
I've been good friends with Gwen since kindergarten; when she was known as 'Gwenie' and wore a frilly dress with Mary-Jane shoes. Over the years she had begun to live up more and more to the Shepard Legacy. In seventh grade she had begun her talent of stealing things, and in eighth grade she had gotten drunk for the first time. She sneaks out a lot and gets wasted, and usually I go with her incase she drinks too much and passes out or something. She never asks me to do it, but I worry about her, she's not very responsible. I'm just scared that someone's gonna slip something into her drink, or wait till she passes out from drinking too much, and rape her. It wouldn't be the first time it happened to someone in this town. I wouldn't worry about her tonight, though, because if she was with Benny and Corey, they would make sure nothing happened to her.
She saw me coming and waved right before throwing her head back with a tequila shot. Ready to join into the fun, I sat down and grabbed one of the filled shot glasses and threw one back myself, shuddering at the strong taste. She slapped me five, laughing, and grabbed the tequila bottle, filling up the glasses again. I knew that Benny hated doing shots with a passion, the first time he got wasted was when he was doing shots, and I've never seen a person looking so miserable. He threw up, passed out, had a horrible hangover, and he got grounded on top of it. Ever since then he just stuck with beer.
I noticed that Corey's eyes were a little blood shot and he seemed to be laughing a bit too much, so I suspected that he was already stoned, and he just didn't want to chase it with shots. My thoughts were confirmed when he got up mumbling that he was going to go find some food because he was 'damn hungry'.
"Okay," Gwen started, "Before you get drunk and I get any more drunk-" she smiled here, "we have to go find Nick. Later Benny! " She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I turned my head and smiled at Benny, who smiled back before going to hang with Billy Weiss.
"Aiight," she said in her strong Brooklyn accent. I never understood why hers seemed to be so much stronger than anyone else's. "Now we're gonna go find Nick so you two can fall in love and live happily ever after, k?"
"Alright Gwen, whatever you say."
"Damn straight whatever I say." She said, with a slight hint of laughter in her voice. Gwen had eyes like a hawk, so within a few minutes we had found him, and he looked pretty much like I remembered him, which was not bad at all. He had clean-cut midnight black hair, and really bright blue eyes. His cheeks had a natural rosy color to them, so he always looked as if he had just come in from the cold. He was smiling, showing off his dimples. He was wearing a white wife-beater with a black short- sleeved shirt over it, the buttons undone. His body was nicely chiseled, and was accompanied by jeans and sneakers. He had one hand in his back pocket, the other holding a beer bottle. I didn't recognize the guy he was talking with, but the guy must have said something funny, because Nick started laughing, which just added to his good features. It reminded me a bit of my brother, Sodapop's, laugh. It was like a contagious laugh. People say that I have a 'contagious laugh' too, but I haven't noticed.
He saw Gwen, and said something to the guy he was talking too before walking over to see us. Him and Gwen started talking back and forth about Nick's time in prison, Gwen's previous boyfriend, things like that. After a few moments of me just standing there, Gwen changed the subject to me.
"Aiight, Nick, this is the girl I've been telling you about. Nick O'Connor, this is Cara Curtis. Cara, this is Nick."
"Hi." I said, a bit awkwardly.
"Hey." He answered, in what seemed to have a bit more confidence than my greeting. We began talking back and forth briefly, with Gwen as a moderator.
Once Gwen felt as if we could make it on our own, she left with a "Good luck and be careful." If you're wondering what she meant by 'be careful', as she left she discreetly placed something into my hand, in a way that only her and I knew anything about it. After she had left, I opened my hand a bit, and took a glance at what was in it. What I saw definitely made me hold back a laugh; only Gwen would slip a rubber into someone's hand on a blind date.
Did I happen to mention that Gwen doesn't have the best reputation?
*
Thanks to these reviewers:
Deb: Thanks! I was bored one day and actually did the math, and they would be at the exact age to have teenagers!
Chibi-Usa: Same with me, I only had detention once before (I hate being a prep!).
Coll: Thanks! I love compliments! (
Duchess of York: Thank you so much! It's people like you who make me love to write!
Jamie: Thank you so much, I will!
Jas: thanks!
Jasmine: thanks!
Jenny: I love the Outsiders; it's my obsession!
Keirse: Thanks, I will!
Laya: Thanks, and no need to cross your fingers, here it is!
Lorelai: Thank you so much!! Of course I'll continue!
Maverick: I was thinking of doing that! But, first, I gotta get them doing something really bad.
Mithua: Thank you so much! You need to know what happens? I need to know what happens in 'Always Be There For Me'!!
Relaina: It's weird, I didn't even notice the similarity in that line till you pointed it out!
Roxy: I'm like you, I don't write reviews unless I think the story's worth it, so thanks a lot!!
WAZZUP GIRL: Thank you, I try to be funny, but sometimes I kinda suck at it! LoL!
Yfandes: LoL! I had done the same thing like over a year ago! I had requested it to be made, but stupid thing said I had to have a fic to have the category created! Well, it's coming out now!
Please review, I need reviews to continue ( Since I have a week off for Christmas (Merry Christmas everybody), I hope to have chapter three out before the year's out.
Coming up in chapter three: We learn more about Nick, and we find out if Cara needs to use Gwen's, um, 'present' : )
Later! (..review..)