*Hides head in shame* I'm sorry.... Will you forgive me? I've had this written for a while now, but haven't even had time to post it… life is crazy-madness. The few times I've even been on this site recently I wasn't using my own computer, so my files weren't on it (I'm not on mine now, even… my younger siblings have taken it over. I managed to kick them off long enough to save a few chapters on a disk so I could work on my mom's boyfriend's computer.).

This chapter is pretty good, I think. A lot comes out, and confrontations are always fun. It's not my longest, but it's significant. It moves fairly fast, though. To make up for such I large gap in my posting, I will aspire to post another chapter before the end of winter break. I'm almost done with the next chapter of Unbeknownst Destiny (I've been suffering from- oh, it's too hard to say- *whispers* writer's block. Ahhh!). It still has to go through my beta reader, but I hope to have it up soon.

One more thing… No offense meant with the Kentucky comment. I love it down there, but you have to admit in places...

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Louis was confused at first. Who the heck was this guy? His face looks familiar, but...

"I'm sure you don't know me, but you for sure know of me. We have a common friend. I'm Kit."

Louis stiffened, That's why I recognize him. How many times Nita had pointed Kit out in a crowd, or had been talking to him just before Louis had arrived? Louis had always wondered why Nita had never introduced him and Kit, if she and Kit were really best friends. Shouldn't a best friend know your boyfriend? He knew the answer now, of course.

"I really don't think I have anything to say to you," Louis said flatly.

"That's good, because I really don't want to listen. I do, however," Kit said pointedly, "have a few things to say to you."

"Look-" Louis started, but Kit cut him off.

"No, you look. We can either do this with words or with fists and quite frankly, I would win." Especially with the help of a little shield spell. Or a bug transformation spell, Kit though, suppressing a smile. "You've made some serious mistakes and some serious accusations. I'm here to correct them."

Kit paused to let Louis say something. Louis remained quiet, but raised his eyebrows in a cool stare.

"Nee- Nita," Kit corrected himself. Calling Nita by her pet name probably wasn't a wise move at the moment, "tells me you accused her of two-timing you. And not only that, but you accused her of doing it with me. Let's get a few things straight.

"First of all, you haven't know Nita very long, but if you had, you'd know she's about as honest as the come. Honest to a fault, occasionally. The very few times I've seen her lie, and those times it was for noble reasons, she was nearly in tears afterwards. If she ever lied to you, it would have had to be for an excellent reason, and she'd only do it with much consideration and anguish. Second, she'd never cheat on you. She, for some reason, really likes you. Stop being suspicious of her.

"Third. Me and Nita. Never. We are a great pair, but as a couple?" Kit laughed, "Never. I mean, I trust her with my life and love her to death, but she's like a sister I actually like. I don't know if you have any sisters, but imagine dating your sister. That's a good example of what my dating Nita would be like. She's my best friend, not my lover."

Kit looked over at Louis. He hadn't said anything, and still had that cool look on his face, but his eyebrows were knotted together in thought.

Kit continued, "Now, about Friday. Yes, Nita did spend most of the day at my house. She's been spending so much time with you that we haven't really got to see each other much. She had been feeling a little under the weather all day, but was getting ready to go home so she could met you when she started feeling really bad." It wasn't lying-- just misdirection for the most part. "She called you from my house while she was waiting for her mom to come pick her up so that you wouldn't start on your way over there, and show up not knowing she was unwell.

"I know she felt like crap and slept most of the weekend. I called around four-thirty on Saturday and her sister said she wasn't up yet."

Kit stopped, to give Louis a chance to say something.

He looked horrified, and only managed an, "Oh." A couple minutes later he asked, "So what should I do?"

"You could start with an apology to Nita and continue with not accusing her of cheating on you, especially with me, anymore."

Louis nodded. Kit felt the tiniest bit sorry for the fellow, and decided to give him a bit of advice before he turned him loose to face Nita.

"After you apologize, you might want to give Nita a little time to cool down. She's got a nasty temper. It's evidence how much she cares about you that she got so upset when you accused her, rather than just biting your head off." Kit had just thought of it, and thought it made a nice touch. Let him think that it was her feelings for him that caused her lapse in anger, rather than the fact that she did indeed lie--mislead-- and spend Friday night with him. "Thank goodness it's just an expression, or I'd be out many heads by now. She might get mad after she gets over being upset, however, so be warned."

With that, Kit left, hurrying away from an ashamed and distressed Louis.

***

The doorbell rang shortly after Nita got home. She answered it, and was surprised to find Louis standing there.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"Why, so you can accuse me some more?" Nita spat.

"No," said Louis softly, "So I can apologize."

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"Well..." started Louis after Nita had stiffly allowed him inside, "I've met Kit now."

"What?" exclaimed Nita, mind rushing, wondering what Kit had said or done to Louis.

"I... I hear I owe you an apology."

"Imagine that," Nita said tartly, biting back a harsher response.

Louis searched for the words to say what he wanted to say, but couldn't quite form the words.

I'm jealous. I'm possessive. I like you. This is great- you're great. I didn't want to lose it, especially to another guy. Imagine if I ran around with a girl... avoiding telling you what was going on... what would you think?

He started to attempt an explanation.

"When you called Friday, you called from Kit's house. I didn't find this out until Saturday, when William asked me who the 'Pedro Rodriguez' on the caller ID was. I remembered you saying Kit's last name was Rodriguez. I put two and two together... and came up with five."

He paused and caught Nita's eyes. She was listening, but impatient.

When he looked into her eyes, Nita was over come by the intense emotion in them. She could feel her anger start to ebb away, and struggled to hold on to it.

Louis continued, "Kit caught me after school and told me in very plain words what had happened."

Nita was sure she could trust Kit not to tell the actual full truth, but she was unsure of what had he had said. While she was wondering how to ask Louis what Kit said had happened, he continued.

"He set me straight that the reason you called from his house was because you were there before you got sick. I... I guess I jumped to conclusions."

"And..." Nita started.

"...and I'm sorry." Louis finished.

Nita nodded, satisfied, "I accept. No more assumptions, okay? If there's a problem, ask me, don't accuse me."

"I did ask you," Louis protested. Nita's glare provoked him to add, "Well, sort of. I guess I didn't listen to your answer close enough, though."

Obviously, Nita wanted to say, but refrained. She sighed, and let go of the last traces of her anger, proud of herself for getting through his conversation without showing too much of it. "I forgive you... but no more accusations of Kit and me, okay? He's... he's like a brother, and in case you haven't noticed, this isn't Kentucky."

"Okay," Louis nodded. They stood there awkwardly for several minutes before Louis decided Nita had forgiven him enough that she wouldn't get upset at his crack of humor.

"So... ever hear of kiss and make up?"

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Boy, was this a fun chapter to write! On the short side, but I love it- boyfriend meets boy friend. Of course it had to end with 'everything's alright'- this is a fluff after all. However, there is still a big lie, growing faster by the day than Fib on VeggieTales, and I ask: Is everything really okay?

I've also fallen in love with the joy of third person writing. As I think I said in my first fic, I originally started fan fic writing to work on my third person writing, because, frankly, I sucked at it. I was ill-accustomed to writing in third-person, preferring the ease of "becoming" my character in first person. I started a writing challenge recently, and chose to do I first person. Once I started, I discovered how restricted I really was using first-person- you only get to write the thoughts of one person, and while you get to know that person a little too well, any thoughts of other characters have to be expressed in words or assumptions by the main character. Omniscient third person, however, has endless possibilities. Just thought I'd share this glimpse into the wonders fanfic is working on my writing abilities!