It had been a month since Zenon had been back on Earth, and she'd be seeing her best friend Nebula for the first time since she'd been back. Neb promised that they'd do some alpha stuff, like hit up craft stops, stay up all night talking like kids again, and talk about boys as if it were something bad to do.
After her 'relocation' to Earth, Zenon found out that there was no huge crisis for space on the Stay, but that Margie Hammond couldn't 'handle her boyfriends ex being there all the time'. She could still come up for visits, but so far had only been back once. It wasn't something she wanted to do, and she wouldn't have except for the fact that she missed her mom and dad. The past month found her not with a paying job, but with chasing her cousins around her aunt's house. Halley Zoan Plank was born late in 2051, ten months into her Aunt Judy's marriage to former Commander Plank. Two years later, her sister Cosma Flare joined the happy family. Zenon's time was occupied completely by the demanding toddler and the squealing infant.
Aunt Judy had been busy remodeling a friend's home for the past few weeks, but her job was done and the house looked great, so Judy's job was done. That, in turn, meant Zenon had time off, which she was going to spend with Nebula.
Zenon stood in front of her full length mirror, holding up outfits against herself and sorting all of her clothes into 2 piles: Perseus no! And ooh, maybe! After 20 minutes of the dress-up game she was playing, Zee decided on a pair of sand-blasted American Eagle jeans, a white, square-neck peasant top, a tan leather jacket with matching shoes, and a hat to match.
Looking herself up and down, she couldn't resist saying, "Oooh, sexy!" with a little growl.
The past month had been a very healthful time for her. She'd put Orion behind her completely, started anew, and had been seriously talking to Protozoa about all sorts of things. He offered a bright and different perspective to her life, and it was appreciated. She'd always thought of stardom as a carefree privilege that was always glamorous and positive, but he'd offered the glimpse into his own life and it was not the picturesque idea Zenon once held.
As Zenon continued to grow up, Protozoa seemed to progress through regression. He became more openly vulnerable to Zenon, admitting that sometimes he was scared. It frightened him to think that everything he had could be gone in a second, and all the things he'd lived for could desert him without warning. It was then that Zenon pledged her and Neb's never ending allegiance to him. He smiled a half smile in response and thanked her for it. Their conversations were long and carried far into the night, before one of them had to call it quits. It was inevitable that the two were getting closer and closer, all they needed was that little spark. Little did the two of them know, Nebula was about to provide the flint and wood to enflame them.
Nebula's flight arrived at two p.m. that afternoon, and Zenon was getting all jazzed up to pick her up so they could hit the town just after she landed.
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Protozoa stood in front of his mirror twisting his last spike into place before going to pick Neb up. She zapped him the night before and asked for a lift, since Zenon was going to be with her aunt and cousins at Disney World that day and didn't want to miss her first Disney trip. He didn't have anything planned, so he agreed. He made a mental note to harass Zenon about being unable to pick up her best friend in the whole world from the airport when she was coming to visit her orbital friend. He laughed to himself before going out to the garage to get the hover Viper and pick Miss Wade up.
As he coasted down the highway, he turned on the mix station. They played all kinds of music, some way pack from 2000! A song from some lame band called Bon Jovi came on the radio, but resisting the urge to change the station, Zoa listened to the lyrics.
'The first time/I saw you/I felt like comin' home/If I've never/Told you/I just want you to know/you've had me from hello'.
The first thought that popped into his head was Zenon, and how appropriate that song was, but he shrugged it off and continued on. This was the airport's exit anyhow, and he needed to get over and get in there in order to meet Neb's flight.
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Zenon had pulled the bug into a great parking space on the first level of the parking garage and headed into the airport. She was about 20 minutes early for Neb's arrival, so she took the time to peruse through the Atrium inside the airport. She was looking at a bunch of lip glosses on display at one of the kiosks when a smell so heavenly reached her nose it was all she could do to keep standing. She looked over her shoulder to the right, where a girl was applying one of the tubes of lip gloss in a mirror. Zenon hated to be tacky, but she had to know what flavor it was. She tapped the redhead on the shoulder and asked. The girl pointed to the other side of the cart and Zenon dashed off to find it. She narrowed the scent down, finally finding the right one. Zee quickly paid for it and turned to the now-vacant mirror, wiping the wand across her lips hastily but carefully. She curled her lips up and inhaled deeply, the scent of mocha invading her senses and taking her to a happy place. By the time she was done with her lip gloss experience and after buying a pack of gum, it was time to meet Neb at the gate.
Once the passengers deplaned, the crowd started to thin. Neb hadn't showed up yet, causing Zenon to doubt whether her instructions were correct or not. She was digging in her purse to find out if she was at the right gate when she was nearly bowled over by a solid, plowing force. Falling forward, she had just managed to put her hands in front of herself, braced to catch the force of the tumble. Hands wrapped around her, lifting her back to her feet and steadying her.
"I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," a familiar voice offered in a lilted British accent.
"Protozoa?" Zenon asked incredulously.
"Zenon?" Zoa returned. Then, at the same time they each asked the other "What are you doing here?", and responded with "Picking up Neb!"
Turning towards the gate, they were met with a guilty-looking Nebula, who only said, "I guess you guys found my surprise!"
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After Zoa and Zee got over the shock of seeing one another, they stood in the airport locked in an embrace for a long time. It was as if one of them had just gotten off the plane, not Neb, who had been slighted in the hug chain. It didn't matter to her much, though, just as long as her best friends were happy. Her idea of bringing Zoa to meet her went off without a hitch, and the three had made plans for dinner that night.
After saying their short goodbyes, Zenon and Nebula headed out to the bug, leaving PZ to sign a few autographs. Zee cranked the car while Nebula thumbed through her micro discs. She slipped one out of the holder and put it in the player, without telling Zenon what it was. Zee looked at her bf curiously, but understood completely when Super Nova Girl came blasting through the speakers at a deafening level. The pair giggled and tore out of the parking lot.
Once on the road, Neb turned the disc down and started a conversation.
"Zee, you have NO idea how glad I am to see you! I was getting so sick of school!" Nebula exclaimed.
"Aw, Nebulator, I'm so glad to see you too! I missed you so much and am so looking forward to this whole craft-shop scene you told me about," Zenon replied.
"We won't get to it today, though. But I'm excited major about dinner tonight. A 5 star restaurant he's taking us to, Zee!" Nebula said.
"He's not taking us out, Neb, we're paying, I'm sure," Zee replied thoughtfully.
"Pleaties to Zee! First of all, he is a nice guy; second of all, he is into you major!" Neb explained.
"Please Neb; he isn't 'into' me as more than a friend! And if he were, I don't know where I would stand on it," Zenon lied. In her mind, she knew exactly where she'd stand on it: right on top of it so her lips could be even with his. "Plus, we are all going out to dinner together. It's not a romantic thing if there are three. Well, I guess there are, but that's kind of gross."
Nebula shrugged, turned the disc back up, and went back to flipping through pages of her MZine.
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"Zee, you... look... stellar!" Nebula said, stopped for words at the sight of Zenon in her dress for the night.
"Thanks Neb, you look lunarious too!!" Zenon replied. Zenon had chosen a black, one-shoulder dress for the night. It had a strap over her right shoulder, and was made of a clingy material that was hidden by angular soft tulle attached in several places. It had an asymmetrical hem line, which further accented her legs. Her shoes were a pair of 3 ½ inch tall sandals, black and strappy. She curled her hair into wide spirals, then pulled most of it back but left a few wild pieces down to accent her face. Her makeup was very light; a monotone of browns that included her mocha cappuccino lip gloss. It made for a very stunning picture.
Nebula was equally as beautiful. Her dress was a deep wine color, with a tube top style top half, and a flared skirt bottom. A wrap around came from her right hip onto the left side of the dress, adding extra poof to the skirt. It was a dress that could be worn with or without crinoline, and since Neb didn't want to look like she was going to prom, she left the crinoline out. The edges of the gown were detailed with a black lining, which matched her black strappy sandals. Her makeup was much more detailed than Zenon's: her eyes were lined with black, then had gold shadow applied to the lid. Her lip gloss was clear, and her blush was close to skin tone. The biggest difference in Neb's exterior was a perm she'd gotten, which straightened her unruly curls into a shiny sheen. She tucked the right side behind her ear and pinned it with a red and black flower barrette, then proceeded to curl the ends into gentle waves.
Once the girls were satisfied, they got into the car and left for the restaurant where they were going to meet Protozoa.
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After a long discussion with Germ about the level of seriousness this evening was, Protozoa opted to wear a blue cashmere dress shirt with nice pants and a sports coat with no tie. He opted for tame spikes as opposed to wild ones, and for a mild color pairing instead of pink and yellow on blue. Once he was ready, he called for a limo and headed for the restaurant.
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He had gotten there before the girls, so he made his way back to a table in the corner. He sipped on an aperitif until he caught sight of the two girls walking in together. His mouth dropped when he saw Zenon in her dress and for a second couldn't remember his name. The maitre d' escorted the girls to the table in the back where PZ was waiting for them. As they arrived, he stood out of politeness, waited for the girls to be seated, and then took a seat next to Nebula, directly across from Zenon. The chatted after they ordered until their food got to the table. As they ate, a comfortable silence fell over them. Through the whole conversation, Protozoa's eyes remained fixed on Zenon whenever she spoke, and Nebula loved every minute of it because she knew the spark had been lit.
10 minutes into the meal, a waiter brought a gin and tonic back to the table and placed it on a napkin in front of Nebula.
"From the gentleman at the bar, Miss," the waiter said properly.
Nebula smiled graciously and without even touching the drink, pulled a pen from her tiny handbag and wrote on the napkin, 'I don't drink', before handing it back to the waiter and asking him to take it back.
The group had just finished dinner when another drink arrived, this time it was a Shirley Temple and the napkin read 'Do you dance?' Nebula looked up to the stranger at the bar and excused herself from the table to meet him on the dance floor. Protozoa and Zenon watched them glide around the floor to a waltz. Protozoa stood and reached for Zenon's hand, which she willingly gave, and led her to the balcony.
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They stepped out onto the marble balcony and into the balmy night air. There were vacant tables for dining that were not being offered to patrons that night. In the middle of the balcony, a grand staircase led to the well- maintained garden below.
Zenon stood at the top of the stairs and motioned for Protozoa to come to her. "Let's take a walk," she said. He complied, taking her arm in his and making their way downstairs.
The path was made of many tiny rocks, placed in the grooved out dip between island of perfectly edged grass and island of perfectly edged grass. The lawn was a vibrant green and was kept perfectly trimmed. There were two waterfalls that flowed into the stream going around the lawn. As it flowed, it tripped and trickled on carefully placed stones, making gurgling noises as it went. Solar lanterns were strategically placed amongst them, adding a certain glow to the atmosphere. Crickets chirped around them, their sweet sounds a melodious form of music.
The pair traipsed lightly down the path until they came to a marble patio overlooking a calm spot on the stream. Protozoa stepped to the edge of the tile and leaned over, watching the water lap on the stones. He listened to the combination of water, crickets, the music from the restaurant inside, and the click of Zenon's heels made the most beautiful music he'd ever heard. As he was thinking, Zenon was walking up behind him.
Placing her small hand on his shoulder, she softly said, "Dance with me." He turned to face her and she stepped closer to him. He placed his left arm around her trim waist, intertwined his right hand with the fingers of her left, and she stepped in as close as possible, placing her right hand on his back.
They swayed in time with the 'music', enjoying one another's company. The chirping of the crickets became less and less frequent, their movements slowed. The melody deceased completely, and their motion did too, but they still held tight to one another. After a moment of embracing, Zenon looked up to Protozoa, who was looking down at her.
"Zoa," Zenon breathed lightly, just as his lips came down on hers. Instinct made her hands move up to his neck, but want made her kiss him back.
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WAHH! I updated! Holy cow! I feel so bad, because I remember before I even started writing Zoa and Zee reading Protozoa's Dilemma and whining about it never being updated (when it just had been, ironically enough) and I swore I'd never let a story get like that. Well, look at this. I've done it too.
I could lie and say I'm not sure why I didn't update, but the truth is I do. When I started writing this, I was a sad/angry little emo/goth kid, and it was AcGirl who mentioned that there was too much crying and hugging, and after going back and reading it, holy poop, there was way too much. I didn't know how to change it though, and I didn't know what direction to go in, but I've been learning in school this year all about healthy relationships and building trust and all that jazz, so I focused on making Zenon more healthful and opening up more opportunities to her, which I hope is what I got across to all my readers.
I love you all that still read my stuff!!!
QueenOfSwing
Edit: I have dividers typed into the story at some points to give you ideas of change of scenes, but they don't want to show up. I am about to reupload and see if that helps any, but if it doesn't, I am sorry!!
After her 'relocation' to Earth, Zenon found out that there was no huge crisis for space on the Stay, but that Margie Hammond couldn't 'handle her boyfriends ex being there all the time'. She could still come up for visits, but so far had only been back once. It wasn't something she wanted to do, and she wouldn't have except for the fact that she missed her mom and dad. The past month found her not with a paying job, but with chasing her cousins around her aunt's house. Halley Zoan Plank was born late in 2051, ten months into her Aunt Judy's marriage to former Commander Plank. Two years later, her sister Cosma Flare joined the happy family. Zenon's time was occupied completely by the demanding toddler and the squealing infant.
Aunt Judy had been busy remodeling a friend's home for the past few weeks, but her job was done and the house looked great, so Judy's job was done. That, in turn, meant Zenon had time off, which she was going to spend with Nebula.
Zenon stood in front of her full length mirror, holding up outfits against herself and sorting all of her clothes into 2 piles: Perseus no! And ooh, maybe! After 20 minutes of the dress-up game she was playing, Zee decided on a pair of sand-blasted American Eagle jeans, a white, square-neck peasant top, a tan leather jacket with matching shoes, and a hat to match.
Looking herself up and down, she couldn't resist saying, "Oooh, sexy!" with a little growl.
The past month had been a very healthful time for her. She'd put Orion behind her completely, started anew, and had been seriously talking to Protozoa about all sorts of things. He offered a bright and different perspective to her life, and it was appreciated. She'd always thought of stardom as a carefree privilege that was always glamorous and positive, but he'd offered the glimpse into his own life and it was not the picturesque idea Zenon once held.
As Zenon continued to grow up, Protozoa seemed to progress through regression. He became more openly vulnerable to Zenon, admitting that sometimes he was scared. It frightened him to think that everything he had could be gone in a second, and all the things he'd lived for could desert him without warning. It was then that Zenon pledged her and Neb's never ending allegiance to him. He smiled a half smile in response and thanked her for it. Their conversations were long and carried far into the night, before one of them had to call it quits. It was inevitable that the two were getting closer and closer, all they needed was that little spark. Little did the two of them know, Nebula was about to provide the flint and wood to enflame them.
Nebula's flight arrived at two p.m. that afternoon, and Zenon was getting all jazzed up to pick her up so they could hit the town just after she landed.
============================
Protozoa stood in front of his mirror twisting his last spike into place before going to pick Neb up. She zapped him the night before and asked for a lift, since Zenon was going to be with her aunt and cousins at Disney World that day and didn't want to miss her first Disney trip. He didn't have anything planned, so he agreed. He made a mental note to harass Zenon about being unable to pick up her best friend in the whole world from the airport when she was coming to visit her orbital friend. He laughed to himself before going out to the garage to get the hover Viper and pick Miss Wade up.
As he coasted down the highway, he turned on the mix station. They played all kinds of music, some way pack from 2000! A song from some lame band called Bon Jovi came on the radio, but resisting the urge to change the station, Zoa listened to the lyrics.
'The first time/I saw you/I felt like comin' home/If I've never/Told you/I just want you to know/you've had me from hello'.
The first thought that popped into his head was Zenon, and how appropriate that song was, but he shrugged it off and continued on. This was the airport's exit anyhow, and he needed to get over and get in there in order to meet Neb's flight.
==========================
Zenon had pulled the bug into a great parking space on the first level of the parking garage and headed into the airport. She was about 20 minutes early for Neb's arrival, so she took the time to peruse through the Atrium inside the airport. She was looking at a bunch of lip glosses on display at one of the kiosks when a smell so heavenly reached her nose it was all she could do to keep standing. She looked over her shoulder to the right, where a girl was applying one of the tubes of lip gloss in a mirror. Zenon hated to be tacky, but she had to know what flavor it was. She tapped the redhead on the shoulder and asked. The girl pointed to the other side of the cart and Zenon dashed off to find it. She narrowed the scent down, finally finding the right one. Zee quickly paid for it and turned to the now-vacant mirror, wiping the wand across her lips hastily but carefully. She curled her lips up and inhaled deeply, the scent of mocha invading her senses and taking her to a happy place. By the time she was done with her lip gloss experience and after buying a pack of gum, it was time to meet Neb at the gate.
Once the passengers deplaned, the crowd started to thin. Neb hadn't showed up yet, causing Zenon to doubt whether her instructions were correct or not. She was digging in her purse to find out if she was at the right gate when she was nearly bowled over by a solid, plowing force. Falling forward, she had just managed to put her hands in front of herself, braced to catch the force of the tumble. Hands wrapped around her, lifting her back to her feet and steadying her.
"I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," a familiar voice offered in a lilted British accent.
"Protozoa?" Zenon asked incredulously.
"Zenon?" Zoa returned. Then, at the same time they each asked the other "What are you doing here?", and responded with "Picking up Neb!"
Turning towards the gate, they were met with a guilty-looking Nebula, who only said, "I guess you guys found my surprise!"
====================
After Zoa and Zee got over the shock of seeing one another, they stood in the airport locked in an embrace for a long time. It was as if one of them had just gotten off the plane, not Neb, who had been slighted in the hug chain. It didn't matter to her much, though, just as long as her best friends were happy. Her idea of bringing Zoa to meet her went off without a hitch, and the three had made plans for dinner that night.
After saying their short goodbyes, Zenon and Nebula headed out to the bug, leaving PZ to sign a few autographs. Zee cranked the car while Nebula thumbed through her micro discs. She slipped one out of the holder and put it in the player, without telling Zenon what it was. Zee looked at her bf curiously, but understood completely when Super Nova Girl came blasting through the speakers at a deafening level. The pair giggled and tore out of the parking lot.
Once on the road, Neb turned the disc down and started a conversation.
"Zee, you have NO idea how glad I am to see you! I was getting so sick of school!" Nebula exclaimed.
"Aw, Nebulator, I'm so glad to see you too! I missed you so much and am so looking forward to this whole craft-shop scene you told me about," Zenon replied.
"We won't get to it today, though. But I'm excited major about dinner tonight. A 5 star restaurant he's taking us to, Zee!" Nebula said.
"He's not taking us out, Neb, we're paying, I'm sure," Zee replied thoughtfully.
"Pleaties to Zee! First of all, he is a nice guy; second of all, he is into you major!" Neb explained.
"Please Neb; he isn't 'into' me as more than a friend! And if he were, I don't know where I would stand on it," Zenon lied. In her mind, she knew exactly where she'd stand on it: right on top of it so her lips could be even with his. "Plus, we are all going out to dinner together. It's not a romantic thing if there are three. Well, I guess there are, but that's kind of gross."
Nebula shrugged, turned the disc back up, and went back to flipping through pages of her MZine.
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"Zee, you... look... stellar!" Nebula said, stopped for words at the sight of Zenon in her dress for the night.
"Thanks Neb, you look lunarious too!!" Zenon replied. Zenon had chosen a black, one-shoulder dress for the night. It had a strap over her right shoulder, and was made of a clingy material that was hidden by angular soft tulle attached in several places. It had an asymmetrical hem line, which further accented her legs. Her shoes were a pair of 3 ½ inch tall sandals, black and strappy. She curled her hair into wide spirals, then pulled most of it back but left a few wild pieces down to accent her face. Her makeup was very light; a monotone of browns that included her mocha cappuccino lip gloss. It made for a very stunning picture.
Nebula was equally as beautiful. Her dress was a deep wine color, with a tube top style top half, and a flared skirt bottom. A wrap around came from her right hip onto the left side of the dress, adding extra poof to the skirt. It was a dress that could be worn with or without crinoline, and since Neb didn't want to look like she was going to prom, she left the crinoline out. The edges of the gown were detailed with a black lining, which matched her black strappy sandals. Her makeup was much more detailed than Zenon's: her eyes were lined with black, then had gold shadow applied to the lid. Her lip gloss was clear, and her blush was close to skin tone. The biggest difference in Neb's exterior was a perm she'd gotten, which straightened her unruly curls into a shiny sheen. She tucked the right side behind her ear and pinned it with a red and black flower barrette, then proceeded to curl the ends into gentle waves.
Once the girls were satisfied, they got into the car and left for the restaurant where they were going to meet Protozoa.
===========================
After a long discussion with Germ about the level of seriousness this evening was, Protozoa opted to wear a blue cashmere dress shirt with nice pants and a sports coat with no tie. He opted for tame spikes as opposed to wild ones, and for a mild color pairing instead of pink and yellow on blue. Once he was ready, he called for a limo and headed for the restaurant.
========================
He had gotten there before the girls, so he made his way back to a table in the corner. He sipped on an aperitif until he caught sight of the two girls walking in together. His mouth dropped when he saw Zenon in her dress and for a second couldn't remember his name. The maitre d' escorted the girls to the table in the back where PZ was waiting for them. As they arrived, he stood out of politeness, waited for the girls to be seated, and then took a seat next to Nebula, directly across from Zenon. The chatted after they ordered until their food got to the table. As they ate, a comfortable silence fell over them. Through the whole conversation, Protozoa's eyes remained fixed on Zenon whenever she spoke, and Nebula loved every minute of it because she knew the spark had been lit.
10 minutes into the meal, a waiter brought a gin and tonic back to the table and placed it on a napkin in front of Nebula.
"From the gentleman at the bar, Miss," the waiter said properly.
Nebula smiled graciously and without even touching the drink, pulled a pen from her tiny handbag and wrote on the napkin, 'I don't drink', before handing it back to the waiter and asking him to take it back.
The group had just finished dinner when another drink arrived, this time it was a Shirley Temple and the napkin read 'Do you dance?' Nebula looked up to the stranger at the bar and excused herself from the table to meet him on the dance floor. Protozoa and Zenon watched them glide around the floor to a waltz. Protozoa stood and reached for Zenon's hand, which she willingly gave, and led her to the balcony.
===========================
They stepped out onto the marble balcony and into the balmy night air. There were vacant tables for dining that were not being offered to patrons that night. In the middle of the balcony, a grand staircase led to the well- maintained garden below.
Zenon stood at the top of the stairs and motioned for Protozoa to come to her. "Let's take a walk," she said. He complied, taking her arm in his and making their way downstairs.
The path was made of many tiny rocks, placed in the grooved out dip between island of perfectly edged grass and island of perfectly edged grass. The lawn was a vibrant green and was kept perfectly trimmed. There were two waterfalls that flowed into the stream going around the lawn. As it flowed, it tripped and trickled on carefully placed stones, making gurgling noises as it went. Solar lanterns were strategically placed amongst them, adding a certain glow to the atmosphere. Crickets chirped around them, their sweet sounds a melodious form of music.
The pair traipsed lightly down the path until they came to a marble patio overlooking a calm spot on the stream. Protozoa stepped to the edge of the tile and leaned over, watching the water lap on the stones. He listened to the combination of water, crickets, the music from the restaurant inside, and the click of Zenon's heels made the most beautiful music he'd ever heard. As he was thinking, Zenon was walking up behind him.
Placing her small hand on his shoulder, she softly said, "Dance with me." He turned to face her and she stepped closer to him. He placed his left arm around her trim waist, intertwined his right hand with the fingers of her left, and she stepped in as close as possible, placing her right hand on his back.
They swayed in time with the 'music', enjoying one another's company. The chirping of the crickets became less and less frequent, their movements slowed. The melody deceased completely, and their motion did too, but they still held tight to one another. After a moment of embracing, Zenon looked up to Protozoa, who was looking down at her.
"Zoa," Zenon breathed lightly, just as his lips came down on hers. Instinct made her hands move up to his neck, but want made her kiss him back.
======================
WAHH! I updated! Holy cow! I feel so bad, because I remember before I even started writing Zoa and Zee reading Protozoa's Dilemma and whining about it never being updated (when it just had been, ironically enough) and I swore I'd never let a story get like that. Well, look at this. I've done it too.
I could lie and say I'm not sure why I didn't update, but the truth is I do. When I started writing this, I was a sad/angry little emo/goth kid, and it was AcGirl who mentioned that there was too much crying and hugging, and after going back and reading it, holy poop, there was way too much. I didn't know how to change it though, and I didn't know what direction to go in, but I've been learning in school this year all about healthy relationships and building trust and all that jazz, so I focused on making Zenon more healthful and opening up more opportunities to her, which I hope is what I got across to all my readers.
I love you all that still read my stuff!!!
QueenOfSwing
Edit: I have dividers typed into the story at some points to give you ideas of change of scenes, but they don't want to show up. I am about to reupload and see if that helps any, but if it doesn't, I am sorry!!