"Alright, here is the plan. You are going to have to stay the night. I'm sure that neither of us want to do this, but it is necessary, trust me. You cannot go waltzing out of the attic and out of my house with her in it. She might let you go, albeit with an evil smile, but good lord knows what she'll do to me. Don't look at me like that, so I'm being selfish, big deal. I'll see what I can find up here for bedding for you and since you're a guy I'm sure that you have no problem sleeping in what you're wearing. Do you have any food with you? I only have a small amount left in my bag from when I 'took a camping trip'." Clover took a deep breath, having said that large amount of words with very little air intake. Her raven hair fell about her face sloppily and she used both hands to sweep it back into what was supposed to resemble a bun and her midnight blue eyes sought out agreement from Chris. Slowly, ever so, he nodded. Using the same speed he had when nodding, he reached into his pocket, his eyes, as Clover had not noticed before, were a sun bleached green and still locked with Clover's. As Chris withdrew his hand he brought with him a bag of, what looked like. . . Skittles?! And he said, with all the seriousness in the world,

"The yellow ones are mine."

Clover began laughing quietly at this, even though she was still very upset with him.

"You can't do that! It's not fair! The yellow ones are my favorite!" She argued.

"Well, mine too!" He bantered back.

"Split 'em fifty-fifty, then?" Clover offered.

"Ah, why not?" Chris agreed. He ripped off the top of the bag and poured the Skittles onto the sheet, as they had both settled down on Clover's makeshift bed. Chris began to deftly sort the Skittles, going color by color, starting first with the red. He was halfway through the orange when he felt eyes boring into his head. Chris glanced up and saw that Clover was looking at him intently.

"Um. . .?"

"What do you say to a truce?" Clover asked. "I'll forget everything, if you promise to. . . well. . . nevermind it was stupid. Let's just call it a truce, ok?"

"Phone rules!" Chris exclaimed.

"Phone rules?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised you don't know about it. I thought all Americans did. I learned it when I came here. Phone rules state that once a person starts to say something and they stop, you can call phone rules on them and they have to finish it." He said proudly.

"Chris, I am very sorry to break it to you, but we are not on the phone." Clover stated slowly, as if Chris were a small child.

"Doesn't matter. I'm calling phone rules, and you have to comply."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!" Clover said forcefully. Chris' smile faded and his eyes took on the utmost sadness that there could possibly be.

"Pwease? I just wanna know, is all." He replied, all the while keeping the puppy dog eyes.

"You infuriate me! Fine! I'll forget everything, if you promise to never pity me, ever! Happy now?"

Chris grinned impishly. "Mm hmm! Now let's get back to sorting Skittles! I'm going to do the yellow ones last." Clover rolled her eyes as he told her this and got up to search for more bedding supplies. When she returned with her loot she saw that a pile of yellow Skittles still remained in between two larger piles of an assortment of colors.

"I waited for you."

"Oh, gee, thanks. I can't thank you enough for waiting for me to sort the yellow Skittles." Clover said sarcastically.

"No problem." He smiled as he began to move the yellow candies from the small pile into the larger ones. Soon they were faced with a problem. While they both had an even amount of yellow Skittles thus far, one remained.

"You have it." Chris offered.

"No, you can." Argued Clover.

"You."

"No, yo-" Clover was cut off when Cinders sauntered over and ate the remaining yellow Skittle.

Authors Note: 1.) Skittles are not mine. They belong to Mars, Incorporated. 2.) I am sorry this is short, but I have the outline of 2 chapters that I will try to write and post tomorrow. My fingers itch to write them now, but need some sleep. This small chapter should keep anyone who wants more to tide them over. 3.) This chapter has no point. I am aware of that. Well, it has a point at the beginning, a sort of introduction to the next 2 chapters, but that's about it. This idea came to me out of the blue. I was thinking about odd things that people could pull from their pockets (this is before I knew it was going to be in my story) and Skittles wasn't one of them, but I suddenly saw someone in all seriousness pulling the bag from their pocket saying : 'The yellow ones are mine." Please do not ask. Hehe. . . the yellow are my favorite. Lemony fresh! Now time for a thanks to reviewers. . . and a thanks to Pro-valone, Lis, and Harmony Namir for adding me to your favorites. It means a lot!

To Lis. . . twice - Thank you for reviewing and adding me to your favs. * Next time the reply will be a lot larger but I need to get this posted and in bed! *

To Pro-valone. . . also twice - Thank you! Your fic is good! Update soon! Read between the stars on the review reply above.

To Impulse_k9 - Thank you! I know it's rather confusing, but I've decided to try a new writing style, called good! Tell me how good of a job I did using it on this chapter! Read between the stars on the first review reply.

To Indigo Ziona - Back for more, I see! Thanks for the review! Take note of the message between the stars on the first review reply.

And lastly, To Little Comet - Glad you enjoy! Thanks for reviewing! Take note of the message between the stars on the first review reply.