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write another chapter until there were 50 reviews... I mean, my reviews jumped! Now I seriously
almost have 50! I think I'll threaten to stop writing at the end of every chapter now...
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Chapter Four
I sighed and sifted through the mountains of papers on my desk once again. The brunch that
morning was extremely uneventful, and somewhat of an annoyance, and within ninety minutes I
found myself back in my office trying to finish my work. I wish I had just stayed in the office - I
definitely would have gotten more work done.
I've been sitting here for hours now, trying to finish whatever I could before my grumbling
stomach kills me. It grumbled particularly loud, and then I heard a soft laugh. I didn't think
anything of it until I realized that stomachs don't laugh. And it wasn't my laugh either - mine
doesn't sound that feminine... does it? I looked up.
"So you finally noticed I'm here," Pan said flatly. What was she doing sneaking into my office
like that? It wasn't my fault I didn't notice her.
"I didn't hear you come in," I said, a bit more irritably than I should have. "Next time it wouldn't
hurt to say hello."
She looked really upset, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt. Especially when she yelled back
at me.
"Trunks, are you deaf?! I've been trying to get your attention for a while now! I said hello about
ten million times!"
I hadn't even realized. "Pan, I'm really sorry, I'm just a little frustrated." She sat down on the
chair in front of my desk, and I could tell that she was still a little pissed but she would forgive me
anyway. "I've just been so busy," I continued, "and I was trying to get this work done so I could
come home at a decent time tonight..."
"A decent time?" She asked innocently. "When's that? Midnight?"
I put my pencil behind my ear and ran my hands down my face as I leaned back in my chair. I
guessed that she was a little pissed because I couldn't go out with the group last night. I had
wanted to, but there was just so much that still had to be done. I looked over at her. She was
looking at me expectantly.
"So what did you guys do last night?" I asked, changing the subject a bit as I grabbed a pen and
idly circled typos on Stinky Mike's notes on the new invention ideas. I've dubbed him 'Stinky
Mike' because he wears so much cologne yet I still always smell something foul when he's
around. I don't think he showers. He took great, in-depth notes on the invention ideas, but this
guy has never heard of a spell check, and it looks like he dropped out of school in fourth grade.
How come so many incompetent people work for me? I shouldn't have to deal with his spelling
errors. I am President and CEO of Capsule Corporation. Not a fourth grade English teacher
who goes through reports, finds the errors, and gives it back to little Mikey so he can redo it
nicely. Why do I even put up with this crap?
"Trunks? Are you listening to me?"
I stopped circling and looked up at Pan. She looked really pissed. I wasn't listening when she
was answering my question, which I admit was really rude of me.
"Pan I'm sorry," I said, sighing. "I didn't mean to. I was just realizing that so many incompetent
people work under me and I shouldn't have to be dealing with half the crap that I am now. When
you're blaming someone for all the work I have, blame everyone else who hands me reports that
look like they've been written by a fourth grader. Or blame the guy who puts smile faces all over
the budget report draft. Or blame the lady who complains that the water in the water cooler
never has 'cool' water - or cups." I slammed the pen down on my desk and ran my hands
through my hair. This was so frustrating.
"Trunks," she said as she raised an eyebrow. "Soon that's not all that lady will be complaining
about."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, dreading her answer. What could it be now? What more
could this lady possibly find to complain about? In past months she had actually complained to
me about how she felt that the window washers should wear clean, professional looking clothing.
For Dende's sake, they were window washers! I can't deal with this crap!
"Well," Pan began, "When I got here, I saw the water cooler smashed up in the parking lot."
Oh. I opened my mouth to say something... but then I closed it. I laughed sheepishly.
"Well...," I began. I really couldn't think of an explanation. I looked at Pan and tried to think of
some kind of elaborate excuse. But she saw right through me, somehow.
"Trunks... you didn't!" She looked at me, waiting for me to deny it. I kept my mouth closed. I
really wasn't going to lie to Pan. I never have, and now wasn't the time to start. She was
already pissed at me for ignoring her. "You did do it, didn't you! Trunks! I can't believe you!"
She ran over to the window that overlooked the parking lot. She whipped her head back around
to me, her eyes wide and her mouth open, as if demanding further explanation.
"Heh..." I laughed nervously. "I can't wait till she sees it on Monday morning." The look on Marie
the Pissy Bitch's face would be priceless. I wonder if I could somehow stick the pink slip (aka the
'you're fired' slip) to her reserved parking sign. I think I'll hire a photographer to hide in the
bushes and take some pictures when she arrives and sees her parking spot...
Pan turned her head back toward the smashed water cooler. "Trunks," she began. I bet she's
going to say I'm crazy or something. But she didn't. "Why don't you come out clubbing with us
tonight? I think you need to get out more." Hmm... 'crazy', and 'you need to get out more' -
same difference, if you ask me.
"I have so much work to do," I found myself saying, even though I did want to go. "With all of
these idiots I work with..."
"Trunks, please," she pleaded. "You promised."
"I can't, Panny. I'm sorry." I felt bad, but if I could just do a little bit more work, I could at least
be home at Capsule Corp when they got back.
"Since when does Trunks Vegeta Briefs break a promise?"
"He always does," I laughed. It was true. I break promises to my stupid workers now and then.
They don't deserve what I promised them anyway. And most of the time they're too incompetent
to realize that I promised them something in the first place.
She frowned and tried again. "Since when does Trunks Vegeta Briefs break a promise to *me*?"
I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out. I realized that I have never broken a
promise to Pan. She really doesn't deserve broken promises, especially from me. And right now
she was staring me down, waiting for an answer. And I didn't have one that would satisfy both of
us.
"I never break promises to you, Panny," I admitted. I didn't want to make her any more mad.
"Don't call me Panny," she spat.
"Ouch."
"Come on, Trunks," she said, and shoved some papers off my desk as she sat down on it. My
jaw dropped as I watched those precious papers floating to the floor. She grabbed my chin and
turned my head so I was looking right in her eyes.
"Trunks."
"Wult?" She was still holding my chin, and squeezing my cheeks a bit as she did so, and
needless to say it was a little hard to talk.
"Are you aware that your dick is caught in your zipper?"
I looked down as far as I could with her firmly holding my face in place. What was she talking
about? "No elts nowt," I answered.
"Yes it is," she argued.
"No uts nut!"
"It is my firm belief that you are an uptight business man with your dick caught in your zipper,"
she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
Now that was going a bit far. I shook my head out of her grasp and stood up.
"I am not, Pan, you know me better than that!"
"Oh do I? I didn't know that you lived in your office!" She was yelling now.
"Pan I don't live in my office!" I yelled back.
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do! You never leave!"
Of course I leave...I think. "Pan that's ridiculous! I leave my office plenty of times!"
"If I told you right this minute to leave your office, you wouldn't leave!"
I wouldn't leave?! I'll show her!
"I would too! In fact, I'm leaving right now!" I grabbed my coat and ran to the window in the hall,
opened it, and flew out. She followed me outside, and closed the window. We were now
hovering outside. "See, Pan?" I asked triumphantly. "I left."
"Good," she said, smirking. "Now let's go."
"Huh? Go where?" Uh oh.... something wasn't right here.
"To my house, silly," Pan said insidiously. "I have to grab an outfit I told Bra I was wearing
tonight. Then it's off to your house. Everybody is waiting!"
Oh shit. I can't believe I just let her trick me into leaving all of my work behind and going
clubbing! What the hell was wrong with me? Her tricks worked when she was like, five, and no
one suspected a thing from the cute little angel, but I thought the tricks stopped working when
she was older. I mean, she was still cute, very cute in fact, but she was definitely no angel.
"Pan, wait a minute!" I desperately tried to open the window so I could get back inside. "I have
work to do! I can't come clubbing with you guys tonight! Did you see all of those papers on my
desk?! I only have a few more days to go through them!"
"Trunks," she said pleadingly, although there was that tone in her voice that said she was going
to get her way. "Please don't tell me you want to break your promise." She gave me puppy-dog
eyes. I looked away. I couldn't survive the puppy-dog eyes. "Besides," she continued, "I'll help
you with those papers tomorrow."
Well, I give up. There's nothing I can do now.
"You know," she commented as she grabbed my arm and started to fly towards her house with
me in tow, "If you fell for something like that, then its a real scary thought that you're the CEO of
Capsule Corporation."
I sighed and let her lead me to her house.
We arrived at her house a few minutes later. She flew us through her bedroom window and set
me down unceremoniously on the floor. "Daddy is going to tell you to keep an eye on me tonight
and that clubbing isn't the best way to spend our time and not to let me drink a lot and bla bla
bla," she explained, "and so it's just better that you don't run into him. Be quiet so they don't
hear us."
"How about I yell and scream?" Then I could go back to work when they lecture her.
"How about I tell daddy that you were looking through my window when I was getting dressed?"
I gulped. As much as she was being a pain right now, she meant well. She just wanted to get
me away from work for a while, and I realized that I should probably be thanking her for it. But
still, there were a million things to be done in the office and I really had to finish them. Half of
me wanted to be with her, er, clubbing, and the other half wanted to be doing work.
"Now shush," she said as she grabbed an outfit out of her closet and walked into the bathroom
attached to her room. A minute or two later she emerged wearing a short black skirt that was low
cut, revealing two red beaded strings to her thong, and a gray tube top. She looked very, very
nice. I forgot how sexy she always looked when we went out clubbing. I stared at her for a
minute, and luckily she didn't notice. She quickly crossed her room to get shoes and a make-up
bag, then she grabbed my arm and we were back out the window.
"When was the last time you've been clubbing, Trunks?" She asked as we neared my house.
"Ugh.." I thought for a moment. "I guess it would have to be the last time I went with you guys."
"Well," she said, "It would have been sooner if you had come with us last night."
"Pan, for the last time: I was busy. You know I would have come if I could." She remained silent
for a while. "Pan?"
"You sound like my father," she said, frowning. Her father?
"What? Do you think I'm old, Panny?"
"Older," she said after a moment, "But not old."
I had meant that as a serious question, and I think she understood this. I was satisfied with the
answer that she gave, I think. After all, I was already in my 30s. I wasn't married, and I didn't
even have a girlfriend. I still looked no older than 24, and since I was a Saiyan it seemed that I
wouldn't even look 25 for another few years. But still... age-wise, I was really getting up there.
But then I thought back to her answer. Older? Older?!
"What did you mean by older? Older than what?" I asked.
She remained silent as we landed at my house. "Come on, Mr. President," she said as she
pulled me inside. "Hey everybody!" She yelled, "Look who I brought!"
Goten and Uub, who were all ready to go, walked in from the kitchen. Bra and Marron came
from her room to stand at the top of the steps and look down.
"Pan!," Bra called, "I can't believe you got his sorry ass out of the office! What did you do? Drug
him?"
"No...," Pan said winking at me. "But close."
"Well come upstairs and finish getting ready," Bra said to her.
Pan began to walk up the stairs toward the girls. "Pan, that outfit looks great on you," Marron
gushed. It did look great. I hadn't told her that though, but only because she made me leave the
light in my office on when she locked us out. If she hadn't done that, I just might have told her.
After talking with Goten and Cub for a few minutes, I went up to my room to shower and get
dressed. When I came back downstairs, everyone was already down there. When we go
clubbing, we usually take two cars, since the six of us don't comfortably fit in my convertible. So
we walked outside and Goten hopped in his car. Marron and Cub followed. Bra was heading
toward my car, but then I decided I needed to talk to Pan.
"Hey Bra," I said when no one else was paying attention, "Could you go with Goten? I've got to
talk to Pan."
"Well, okay," she said, confusion apparent in her voice. "Can I ask what you're going to talk to
her about?"
I frowned. "She called me old. Well, I think she did, anyway."
My sister raised an eyebrow at me. A moment later she was cracking up as she turned and slid
into the passenger seat of Goten's car. I saw her lean over and whisper something in Goten's
ear, to which he started laughing too.
"Bitch," I called as she smirked at me and waved.
A/N: A fairly long chapter, ne? Anyway, I hope you liked it. I won't update until I have 60 reviews!
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Sorry about that! I think a lot of people didn't finish reading after the part where I said I wouldn't
write another chapter until there were 50 reviews... I mean, my reviews jumped! Now I seriously
almost have 50! I think I'll threaten to stop writing at the end of every chapter now...
bwahahaha!
By the way, if you want me to e-mail you when I update this fic, be sure to tell me in your review
and leave your e-mail address. I'm sorry for the long wait on this one! I was actually busy... I
got a job! *pigs crash through my windows and fly around my room* :: SWEATDROP ::
Chapter Four
I sighed and sifted through the mountains of papers on my desk once again. The brunch that
morning was extremely uneventful, and somewhat of an annoyance, and within ninety minutes I
found myself back in my office trying to finish my work. I wish I had just stayed in the office - I
definitely would have gotten more work done.
I've been sitting here for hours now, trying to finish whatever I could before my grumbling
stomach kills me. It grumbled particularly loud, and then I heard a soft laugh. I didn't think
anything of it until I realized that stomachs don't laugh. And it wasn't my laugh either - mine
doesn't sound that feminine... does it? I looked up.
"So you finally noticed I'm here," Pan said flatly. What was she doing sneaking into my office
like that? It wasn't my fault I didn't notice her.
"I didn't hear you come in," I said, a bit more irritably than I should have. "Next time it wouldn't
hurt to say hello."
She looked really upset, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt. Especially when she yelled back
at me.
"Trunks, are you deaf?! I've been trying to get your attention for a while now! I said hello about
ten million times!"
I hadn't even realized. "Pan, I'm really sorry, I'm just a little frustrated." She sat down on the
chair in front of my desk, and I could tell that she was still a little pissed but she would forgive me
anyway. "I've just been so busy," I continued, "and I was trying to get this work done so I could
come home at a decent time tonight..."
"A decent time?" She asked innocently. "When's that? Midnight?"
I put my pencil behind my ear and ran my hands down my face as I leaned back in my chair. I
guessed that she was a little pissed because I couldn't go out with the group last night. I had
wanted to, but there was just so much that still had to be done. I looked over at her. She was
looking at me expectantly.
"So what did you guys do last night?" I asked, changing the subject a bit as I grabbed a pen and
idly circled typos on Stinky Mike's notes on the new invention ideas. I've dubbed him 'Stinky
Mike' because he wears so much cologne yet I still always smell something foul when he's
around. I don't think he showers. He took great, in-depth notes on the invention ideas, but this
guy has never heard of a spell check, and it looks like he dropped out of school in fourth grade.
How come so many incompetent people work for me? I shouldn't have to deal with his spelling
errors. I am President and CEO of Capsule Corporation. Not a fourth grade English teacher
who goes through reports, finds the errors, and gives it back to little Mikey so he can redo it
nicely. Why do I even put up with this crap?
"Trunks? Are you listening to me?"
I stopped circling and looked up at Pan. She looked really pissed. I wasn't listening when she
was answering my question, which I admit was really rude of me.
"Pan I'm sorry," I said, sighing. "I didn't mean to. I was just realizing that so many incompetent
people work under me and I shouldn't have to be dealing with half the crap that I am now. When
you're blaming someone for all the work I have, blame everyone else who hands me reports that
look like they've been written by a fourth grader. Or blame the guy who puts smile faces all over
the budget report draft. Or blame the lady who complains that the water in the water cooler
never has 'cool' water - or cups." I slammed the pen down on my desk and ran my hands
through my hair. This was so frustrating.
"Trunks," she said as she raised an eyebrow. "Soon that's not all that lady will be complaining
about."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, dreading her answer. What could it be now? What more
could this lady possibly find to complain about? In past months she had actually complained to
me about how she felt that the window washers should wear clean, professional looking clothing.
For Dende's sake, they were window washers! I can't deal with this crap!
"Well," Pan began, "When I got here, I saw the water cooler smashed up in the parking lot."
Oh. I opened my mouth to say something... but then I closed it. I laughed sheepishly.
"Well...," I began. I really couldn't think of an explanation. I looked at Pan and tried to think of
some kind of elaborate excuse. But she saw right through me, somehow.
"Trunks... you didn't!" She looked at me, waiting for me to deny it. I kept my mouth closed. I
really wasn't going to lie to Pan. I never have, and now wasn't the time to start. She was
already pissed at me for ignoring her. "You did do it, didn't you! Trunks! I can't believe you!"
She ran over to the window that overlooked the parking lot. She whipped her head back around
to me, her eyes wide and her mouth open, as if demanding further explanation.
"Heh..." I laughed nervously. "I can't wait till she sees it on Monday morning." The look on Marie
the Pissy Bitch's face would be priceless. I wonder if I could somehow stick the pink slip (aka the
'you're fired' slip) to her reserved parking sign. I think I'll hire a photographer to hide in the
bushes and take some pictures when she arrives and sees her parking spot...
Pan turned her head back toward the smashed water cooler. "Trunks," she began. I bet she's
going to say I'm crazy or something. But she didn't. "Why don't you come out clubbing with us
tonight? I think you need to get out more." Hmm... 'crazy', and 'you need to get out more' -
same difference, if you ask me.
"I have so much work to do," I found myself saying, even though I did want to go. "With all of
these idiots I work with..."
"Trunks, please," she pleaded. "You promised."
"I can't, Panny. I'm sorry." I felt bad, but if I could just do a little bit more work, I could at least
be home at Capsule Corp when they got back.
"Since when does Trunks Vegeta Briefs break a promise?"
"He always does," I laughed. It was true. I break promises to my stupid workers now and then.
They don't deserve what I promised them anyway. And most of the time they're too incompetent
to realize that I promised them something in the first place.
She frowned and tried again. "Since when does Trunks Vegeta Briefs break a promise to *me*?"
I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out. I realized that I have never broken a
promise to Pan. She really doesn't deserve broken promises, especially from me. And right now
she was staring me down, waiting for an answer. And I didn't have one that would satisfy both of
us.
"I never break promises to you, Panny," I admitted. I didn't want to make her any more mad.
"Don't call me Panny," she spat.
"Ouch."
"Come on, Trunks," she said, and shoved some papers off my desk as she sat down on it. My
jaw dropped as I watched those precious papers floating to the floor. She grabbed my chin and
turned my head so I was looking right in her eyes.
"Trunks."
"Wult?" She was still holding my chin, and squeezing my cheeks a bit as she did so, and
needless to say it was a little hard to talk.
"Are you aware that your dick is caught in your zipper?"
I looked down as far as I could with her firmly holding my face in place. What was she talking
about? "No elts nowt," I answered.
"Yes it is," she argued.
"No uts nut!"
"It is my firm belief that you are an uptight business man with your dick caught in your zipper,"
she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
Now that was going a bit far. I shook my head out of her grasp and stood up.
"I am not, Pan, you know me better than that!"
"Oh do I? I didn't know that you lived in your office!" She was yelling now.
"Pan I don't live in my office!" I yelled back.
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do! You never leave!"
Of course I leave...I think. "Pan that's ridiculous! I leave my office plenty of times!"
"If I told you right this minute to leave your office, you wouldn't leave!"
I wouldn't leave?! I'll show her!
"I would too! In fact, I'm leaving right now!" I grabbed my coat and ran to the window in the hall,
opened it, and flew out. She followed me outside, and closed the window. We were now
hovering outside. "See, Pan?" I asked triumphantly. "I left."
"Good," she said, smirking. "Now let's go."
"Huh? Go where?" Uh oh.... something wasn't right here.
"To my house, silly," Pan said insidiously. "I have to grab an outfit I told Bra I was wearing
tonight. Then it's off to your house. Everybody is waiting!"
Oh shit. I can't believe I just let her trick me into leaving all of my work behind and going
clubbing! What the hell was wrong with me? Her tricks worked when she was like, five, and no
one suspected a thing from the cute little angel, but I thought the tricks stopped working when
she was older. I mean, she was still cute, very cute in fact, but she was definitely no angel.
"Pan, wait a minute!" I desperately tried to open the window so I could get back inside. "I have
work to do! I can't come clubbing with you guys tonight! Did you see all of those papers on my
desk?! I only have a few more days to go through them!"
"Trunks," she said pleadingly, although there was that tone in her voice that said she was going
to get her way. "Please don't tell me you want to break your promise." She gave me puppy-dog
eyes. I looked away. I couldn't survive the puppy-dog eyes. "Besides," she continued, "I'll help
you with those papers tomorrow."
Well, I give up. There's nothing I can do now.
"You know," she commented as she grabbed my arm and started to fly towards her house with
me in tow, "If you fell for something like that, then its a real scary thought that you're the CEO of
Capsule Corporation."
I sighed and let her lead me to her house.
We arrived at her house a few minutes later. She flew us through her bedroom window and set
me down unceremoniously on the floor. "Daddy is going to tell you to keep an eye on me tonight
and that clubbing isn't the best way to spend our time and not to let me drink a lot and bla bla
bla," she explained, "and so it's just better that you don't run into him. Be quiet so they don't
hear us."
"How about I yell and scream?" Then I could go back to work when they lecture her.
"How about I tell daddy that you were looking through my window when I was getting dressed?"
I gulped. As much as she was being a pain right now, she meant well. She just wanted to get
me away from work for a while, and I realized that I should probably be thanking her for it. But
still, there were a million things to be done in the office and I really had to finish them. Half of
me wanted to be with her, er, clubbing, and the other half wanted to be doing work.
"Now shush," she said as she grabbed an outfit out of her closet and walked into the bathroom
attached to her room. A minute or two later she emerged wearing a short black skirt that was low
cut, revealing two red beaded strings to her thong, and a gray tube top. She looked very, very
nice. I forgot how sexy she always looked when we went out clubbing. I stared at her for a
minute, and luckily she didn't notice. She quickly crossed her room to get shoes and a make-up
bag, then she grabbed my arm and we were back out the window.
"When was the last time you've been clubbing, Trunks?" She asked as we neared my house.
"Ugh.." I thought for a moment. "I guess it would have to be the last time I went with you guys."
"Well," she said, "It would have been sooner if you had come with us last night."
"Pan, for the last time: I was busy. You know I would have come if I could." She remained silent
for a while. "Pan?"
"You sound like my father," she said, frowning. Her father?
"What? Do you think I'm old, Panny?"
"Older," she said after a moment, "But not old."
I had meant that as a serious question, and I think she understood this. I was satisfied with the
answer that she gave, I think. After all, I was already in my 30s. I wasn't married, and I didn't
even have a girlfriend. I still looked no older than 24, and since I was a Saiyan it seemed that I
wouldn't even look 25 for another few years. But still... age-wise, I was really getting up there.
But then I thought back to her answer. Older? Older?!
"What did you mean by older? Older than what?" I asked.
She remained silent as we landed at my house. "Come on, Mr. President," she said as she
pulled me inside. "Hey everybody!" She yelled, "Look who I brought!"
Goten and Uub, who were all ready to go, walked in from the kitchen. Bra and Marron came
from her room to stand at the top of the steps and look down.
"Pan!," Bra called, "I can't believe you got his sorry ass out of the office! What did you do? Drug
him?"
"No...," Pan said winking at me. "But close."
"Well come upstairs and finish getting ready," Bra said to her.
Pan began to walk up the stairs toward the girls. "Pan, that outfit looks great on you," Marron
gushed. It did look great. I hadn't told her that though, but only because she made me leave the
light in my office on when she locked us out. If she hadn't done that, I just might have told her.
After talking with Goten and Cub for a few minutes, I went up to my room to shower and get
dressed. When I came back downstairs, everyone was already down there. When we go
clubbing, we usually take two cars, since the six of us don't comfortably fit in my convertible. So
we walked outside and Goten hopped in his car. Marron and Cub followed. Bra was heading
toward my car, but then I decided I needed to talk to Pan.
"Hey Bra," I said when no one else was paying attention, "Could you go with Goten? I've got to
talk to Pan."
"Well, okay," she said, confusion apparent in her voice. "Can I ask what you're going to talk to
her about?"
I frowned. "She called me old. Well, I think she did, anyway."
My sister raised an eyebrow at me. A moment later she was cracking up as she turned and slid
into the passenger seat of Goten's car. I saw her lean over and whisper something in Goten's
ear, to which he started laughing too.
"Bitch," I called as she smirked at me and waved.
A/N: A fairly long chapter, ne? Anyway, I hope you liked it. I won't update until I have 60 reviews!
Bwahaha! Well....
Guess what? I got a job. I mentioned that in the above A/N, but no one pays attention to that I bet.
I work at an art/craft store (A.C. Moore - No one does arts, crafts, and florals better!) and I love it.
BUT...
because of my job, and the fact that school starts soon, updates might be few and far between. That's
why you might want to take advantage of the fact that I'll e-mail you when I update my fics. Just say
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