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Kel was stunned. One bed?! Who was going to use it? She and Joren looked at each other, before saying at the same time, "It's mine." Kel shook her head.
"Sorry, it's mine. I need my beauty sleep and I can only get that if I sleep on the bed." Joren snorted.
"You're right." He said. Kel's face brightened. "You do need the beauty, however, I don't think that sleep will give it to you. You need a friggin miracle. I say that the bed is mine, because, well, put simply, I'm stronger than you." Kel rolled her eyes.
"You know you're not stronger than I am." She said.
"Is that a challenge?" He sneered.
"Geez, are you weak and deaf?" She asked. "I thought-" she stopped speaking, as Joren threw a punch at her. She blocked it easily, and then gave a kick, aiming for the knees. Joren dodged it, before tackling her to the ground. Kel pushed him off her, then got up, brushing her self off. She glared. "I need you for this mission. I have no time to whoop your ass." She said, before getting into the bed and falling asleep instantly. Joren pushed her to the left side before getting onto the bed himself. He was too tired to sleep anywhere else.
Kel woke up in the arms of Joren. She turned around quickly, meeting his icy blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before the thought hit home. They sprang apart like startled rabbits. Kel tucked her golden-brown hair behind her ears, refusing to meet his eyes. She grabbed her swimsuit before changing in the bathroom. After she changed, she quickly brushed her teeth and hair, pulling it up into a messy bun. She emerged with a towel on her lower half of her body.
"I'm going swimming. I'll be back soon." She said. He shook his head.
"If we're supposed to act like we can actually stand each other, then I have to go with you. This really sucks." He sighed and changed into the bathroom. When he came out, Kel stifled a gasp. His heavily muscled chest moved up and down as he breathed. Kel's eyes roamed from his biceps to his six-pack. She could easily see why Joren was one of the most powerful spies in the country, not to mention the strongest. Joren's icy blue eyes showed amusement as he watched her inspect him, inch by inch.
"Like what you see?" He asked. Kel snapped to attention, trying not to blush. She turned quickly and walked out the door. Joren threw on a tee shirt before following her. When they reached the pool, Kel was surprised at how little people were there. The hot summer air seemed to collapse on her. Putting her towel on a nearby chair, Kel jumped in. She shrieked as the icy water met her well-toned body. She wiped her shoulder length hair out of her eyes, before swimming over to where Joren stood by the pool. Deciding that she should take advantage of the fact that they were "dating," she told him to hop in. Joren hid his disgust. He hated swimming, which wasn't really surprising. He hated everything except one thing- his cars. Joren liked to own fast, hot cars, and since his family was one of the most wealthy, he got pretty much everything he ever wanted-thus he acted as if he was the hottest thing alive. There his stuck-up ways caused almost everyone he had ever met to dislike him on the spot. When Kel had first arrived at the training for spy work, he had treated her the worst. His father had taught him that women weren't good for anything besides keeping the bed warm. He had shown her no mercy whatsoever, unintentionally causing her to work harder than most. He had to admit-he was impressed by her skills and determination, but that didn't mean that he had to like her. Joren shook himself out of his thoughts as someone snapped their fingers in front of his face.
"David? Are you okay?" He bit back a laugh at his fake name, and turned to the one person of the subject of his thoughts. Kel had climbed out of the pool and was now standing beside him, dripping wet. He gave her an once-over, noticing how her bathing suit clung to her figure. Dismissing it as totally gross, he plastered a fake smile on his face.
"Of course I'm okay, Jess," he said, steeling him to take her hand. He saw her conceal her disgust at him and instead put on a relieved facade. She smiled-but he could see he jaw muscles tighten as she did.
"Good. Why don't you hop in? The water's perfect." She said. He sighed.
"You know I don't like to go swimming," he stated. She pouted, sticking out her lower lip.
"Please?" She said. He resisted the urge to strangle her. She was putting him through this on purpose!
"No, I don't think so," he told her, squeezing her hand tighter than necessary. He saw her wince at the pain that was now in her wrist. However, she didn't take the hint.
"For me?" She asked, gazing at him with fake love. She noticed that the middle-aged couple was watching them. Joren noticed, too. Damn her, he thought, she's enjoying this. I'll have to figure out a way to pay her back. Putting on an adored expression, he wrapped his arm possessively around her body. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. Later, he would wash his mouth out until it was red. She colored slightly. They walked to where Kel's towel was before Joren took off his shirt. Sighing once more mentally, he jumped into the freezing water. When he came up for air, he felt a splash. He turned to see that Kel had jumped in right when he had come up. He glared at her, but made it look as if he was just kidding by winking at her. She smiled.
Kel swam for about 3 minutes before getting out. Joren got out shortly after, grabbing his shirt, not really caring that he was still dripping wet. Kel, however, dried off for a second before wrapping the towel securely around her waist. She grabbed his hand and they walked back to their room. As soon as they opened the door, they let go of each other's hand and glared at each other.
"What the hell were you thinking?! You know I don't like to swim! But now, you had to make yourself look like you were pouting so that I would have to say yes! You think that I enjoyed that?! You think that I wanted to get myself wet?!" he fumed. Kel stood there calmly, glad that the walls were thick so that no one could hear him. She watched as he ranted for another 5 minutes, before glaring once more for good measure. She took off her towel and shoved it against his chest.
"Here," she said. "You're ruining the carpet. Dry off while I take a shower." Joren had no choice but to do as she asked and made a rude gesture at her. She smiled mock-lovingly before going into the bathroom.
Soon later, he heard water running. He took a towel and put it on the bed so that he wouldn't get it wet then sat down. He flipped through the channels for a while before settling it on a sports network. He was watching the Corus Knights beating the Haven Refugees 44-38 in basketball when Kel came out of the shower, clad only in a towel. She rummaged through her suitcase before pulling out some jeans and a black tee shirt, along with undergarments. She raised an eyebrow questioningly before going back in and getting dressed. When she was finished, Joren went in without a word. She could dimly hear Joren brushing his teeth, and she smiled. It looked as though she got him in more ways than one.
As she sat to watch the basketball game, she called Neal.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Hey Neal, its me," she said, holding the phone between her jaw and shoulder so that she could pull back her hair.
"Hey Kel. So, how's the mission going?" She bit her lip to keep from laughing. The hidden secret in his words were 'did you kill the bastard yet?'
"Just fine, Neal. Um, I have to tell you something," she said nervously. She hated to be the one who would tell him this, but she knew that if she didn't, there was a chance she and Joren would fail. Failing would mean death. She took a deep breath.
"You can't call me anymore, Neal," she said regretfully.
"What? why?" He asked quickly. Kel sighed.
"If you call while I'm on this mission, then they will figure out that I'm from the spying network," she said. "I'm really sorry, Neal, but I've had to change my name and tomorrow I have to cut my hair and dye it blonde. I'm sorry." She repeated.
"For how long?" He asked. She grimaced, though she knew he couldn't see.
"I don't know, Neal."
"Well, it'll be soon, right?"
"Maybe, who knows?" She couldn't tell him that they might not talk to each other again.
"OK, then. I'll see you next time we're at headquarters. Take care of yourself, Protector. Go get 'em." There might not be a next time! She shook those thoughts away.
"Hey! You know I don't like being called that! Oh, and Neal? Can you tell the others for me? And tell them not to worry."
"Sure, Kel, bye." She said bye before hanging up the phone. She stared at it for a few minutes, not even noticing that Joren was out of the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow, before panicking.
"Did Wyldon tell you some bad news? Such as that we have to add something even worse?" He asked. Kel visibly jumped.
"No, he didn't." She said, hiding her sadness behind a mask. Joren peered at her closely, inspecting her. She adverted her gaze to the basketball game. She decided to change the subject.
"The Knights are still beating the Refugees," she pointed out. Joren snorted.
"Of course they are. We have the best team in the TBA," he said. TBA stood for Tortallian Basketball Association. Kel nodded.
"Yeah, but the Refugees are in second place. I was thinking that maybe they would put up a bigger challenge than this." she said. It was true, the Knights were now winning by 23 points in a score of 63-43. Kel smiled, remembering how she and Neal used to watch the basketball games with Dom.
FLASHBACK: 18 years ago
"Yes, yes yes-NO! Come on! I could have done better than that!" Neal screeched at the TV in fury. One of the Knights, Alan Trebond, was a fantastic player, in fact the best, besides Alex Tirragen, who played on the other team. The Knights were going against the Conte Swords, and were winning by only one point. Alex had just stolen the ball from Alan and was going one-on-one with Raoul Malores, the Knights best defender. Alex did a quick move called the shake-n'-bake, burning Raoul. He shot a two pointer, pulling the Swords in the lead.
"Neal! Settle down!" Kel scolded. "It's just one point!" Neal rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, but there's only 3 seconds left in the game!" he persisted, and groaned when the Knights' coach, Roald Conte, called a time out. He talked quickly with the team, his assistant, Gareth Naxen who was the father of one of the players, Gary Naxen. Jon Conte, the head coach's son, was the team caption. They put their hands in and shouted "BREAK" before jogging back onto the court.
Alan was assigned to mark the caption of the Swords, Roger Conte. When she got the ball, Roger grabbed her shirt, hard. The shirt ripped, showing a bandage. The fans roared. Alan Trebond was a she.
"What?! A she? WHAT THE HELL?!" Dom screamed. Kel stared along with Neal, his jaw dropped practically on the floor. The ref. called a time out. Trebond blushed and ran in the locker rooms. Raoul Malores was laughing, along with Gary. One of their players, Tom Trebond went up to the ref. and started to explain. The camera zoomed in and they could just hear what they were saying above the roars of outrage.
"I apologize for my sister, Alanna. She always wanted to play basketball as a little kid. So she disguised herself to play. we've read the rule books and nothing in there says that a woman can't play in the TBA." Proven wrong, the ref. called for the game to continue. The Knights won that game, 57-54, winning by a three-point shot made by Alanna Trebond. After that, they came up with the WTBA for women.
END FLASHBACK
"Mindelan? Hello? HELLO?!" Joren yelled in her ear. She snapped out of her thoughts. Joren was looking at her quizzically.
"Sorry. What did you say?" Joren rolled his eyes.
"You need to clean out your ears. I said 'who was on the phone'?"
"Neal," she answered. Joren's face clouded over. "That fag? What did the queer want?" he said. Kel glared at him.
"How can he be gay if he's married to my friend Yuki?!" she snapped. Joren shrugged.
"It's a cover up. Come on, Mindelan, admit it. Your best friend is gay." Kel stood up, red with rage. Joren's lips quirked in a smirk. As she opened her mouth to yell at him, he cut in. "Did you know you look absolutely repulsive when you're angry?" Kel could have shot him, she was so pissed. "Before you try to hurt me, key word try, I'm gonna go get some dinner. You have to come. My choice. Lets go." he grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the TV.
She unwillingly allowed him to steer her to the car. She stayed quiet, lost in her own thoughts, the whole ride. So, when he stopped at a native Raka place, she was surprised. The Raka were the natives of the Copper Isles, west of Tortall. They were known for eating spicy food.
When Kel entered, she wasn't surprised to see Raka working there. Their government back at the Copper Isles wasn't very good. Kel knew this because the man who was in charge of the spy network in Tortall, George Cooper, now Alanna Trebond's husband's daughter was spying in the Copper Isles. Her name is Aly, and it seemed as though she had started as a slave, and had saved the family who she was a slave to. They had made her part of the family, not knowing that she was spying and sending the information back to home.
"How many?" the Raka woman at the register asked, her words accented.
"Two," Joren replied. "Non-smoking." The woman nodded and led them to a booth that was next to a window. Joren scanned the menu and ordered for both of them. Kel didn't mind. She could eat anything spicy. She gazed out the window, her head propped on her hand, wondering what Neal and the others were doing right now. She mentally snorted. They were probably at a bar, flirting with all the eligible women available, trying to get laid. That never happened, though. It seemed as though the women just weren't attracted to Neal. Kel and Dom always made fun of his attempts. She jumped as the food came. Joren cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. She blushed and said one word.
"Neal." he nodded with displeasure. He scratched his head, taking a bite out of the rice.
"What are you thinking of him for? He's miles away."
"I'm just wondering what he's doing right now." she said, trying a small bite of chicken. It was very spicy, but good. it tasted of tandorie. She decided that she liked Joren's taste in food. He snorted.
"Probably trying to get laid." he said. Kel choked with laughter. She muffled it behind her hand. How did he know? "Anyway, why don't you call him when we get back to the hotel?" Kel looked down in her lap. When she didn't answer, Joren paused in his eating. "Well?" Kel pushed the food around her plate.
"I, uh, kind of told him that we couldn't talk anymore," she said, meeting his blue eyes. They showed no emotion besides curiosity.
"Why?" he asked, sipping his water.
"Because of, you know." she said, pointing to him then to her. A person watching them would think that she did it because they were dating, but Joren understood her gesture for the assignment. He nodded understandingly. His face showed no pity. they ate the rest in silence. Joren paid for the dinner, and they left. As they were making their way through the town on their way to the Holidae Inn, Kel spotted something. She told Joren to stop. He looked at her, then pulled over. Kel ran across the street before stopping in front of a shoe store. A poster was hung on the window. she impatiently hailed Joren. She pointed to the sign. It read:
The President is coming to Mountain Pass on June 10th at the town center at precisely 4 PM! Kel and Joren looked at each other. This could be their big break. Maybe they could meet with him, get him drunk, and see if he would blab his latest plans to them. Kel grinned wickedly. This would be fun!
She and Joren spoke nothing as they got back into his black mustang and drove away, each in their own thoughts. When they reached the Holidae Inn, she and Joren hurried to their room. when they got in, Kel shut the door quickly before giving a shriek of delight. Joren smiled, but it was bittersweet. Kel jumped onto the bed, resting her hands behind her head. As she thought that they might get to go home soon, Joren cleared his throat.
"we need to form a plan," he said. Kel rolled her eyes before sitting up on her elbow so that she could look at him better.
"You can always ruin the moment, can you?" she said wearily.
"It's one of my many charms," Joren said sardonically. Kel gave an unlady like snort, then sighed. he was right.
"How do you plan on getting the words out of his mouth?" she asked. Joren grinned evilly.
"What do guys always want?" he asked.
"Sex." she answered, then realized what he was implying.
"Ohhh noooo." she said. " I'm not gonna try and get him to sleep with me."
"why not? you do it with every other guy," he said. Kel glared at him.
" Name one time I tried to get you to bed me. I never did. You know why? because I detest you! I never tried to get anyone to sleep with me! And even if I did, it didn't work because I'm a friggin virgin!" she ranted, then slapped her hand over her mouth. She didn't want him to know that. As it was, Joren grinned evilly.
"A virgin, huh?" he said. Kel blushed and nodded. Joren's grin grew wider. "I like virgins. They put up more of a fight."
"Don't start."
"Why not?" he asked, his voice growing husky. He walked over to her and kneeled down so that their noses almost touched. "Don't tell me you never wanted me." he grinned arrogantly.
" I never wanted you, you pervert!" she whispered furiously.
"Are you sure?" there was a nefarious twinkle in his eye. He leaned even closer so that their noses were touching. Without waiting for her to reply, he kissed her. Kel gasped, her eyes widening. She had thought that he would actually kiss her. She thought that it was all a joke just to get on her nerves. His mouth tasted like the spices in the food that they had. Kel relaxed, enjoying it for a second, then came to her senses. She pulled away, slightly breathless. Joren watched in amusement how flustered she was. He got up.
"Where are you going?" she asked, curious.
"I need to brush my teeth. You taste terrible." Kel got up and walked towards him. She pushed him against the door and stabbed him in the chest with her forefinger.
"You ASSHOLE! Don't you dare take advantage of me like that again! Do you understand?!" Joren regarded her calmly before speaking.
"You liked it." Kel's face grew red, though not with embarrassment. She was furious. She grabbed his arm and pulled it so that he moved. She glared at him once more, angered beyond words, before going down to the bar.
She sat down on one of the stools, rubbing her head. She ordered a beer, then started to watch the sports channel. The channel was playing a game of soccer. It was the Tortallian Gift playing the infamous Scanran Bandits. However, the Bandits were winning, 1-0. A man who looked to be about 26, the 2 years older than Kel, sat next to her.
"Who's winning?" he asked, speaking in Scanran.
"Bandits," Kel said, using this as an opportunity to inspect him. The new comer had dark brown hair and eyes, not like the typical blonde haired Scanran. He had a proud nose, slightly hooked at the end, with wide cheekbones and broad shoulders. His mouth was made for smiling. Deciding that he was harmless, Kel returned to the game. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't care.
"You're Tortallian." he stated.
"Good guess," she said sarcastically. With her golden brown hair and hazel eyes, Kel didn't look anything like a Scanran.
"Reid Kamerman," he introduced himself, holding out a hand.
"Jess Samogitian," she replied, shaking hands politely.
"What are you doing way out here, Miss?" he asked.
"I'm on vacation," Kel said. " And please, just Jess."
"Well then, Jess. Would you like to join me for dinner sometime?" Kel stared at him. He was hitting on her!
"I'm sorry, Reid, but I'm taken. I'm up here with my boyfriend," Reid sighed.
"Figures. The prettiest girl in the bar is taken." He said dramatically. In a way, he reminded her of Neal. Kel smiled.
"Thank you, but I'm the only girl in the bar." she pointed out. Reid looked around.
"So you are. Whatever. You're the prettiest girl I've met in a long time." Kel forced herself to blush.
"You're too kind," she said. She wanted him to stop. This was getting uncomfortable.
"But it's true," he said. "you're boyfriend must be very lucky." Thankfully, Joren came down the steps then.
"Speak of the Devil. Here he is." she got up from her seat and walked over to Joren. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him hard, shutting her eyes in what she hopped was a passionate kiss. Joren seemed shocked, but then figuring that she was in trouble with a guy, kissed back. He closed his eyes, trying to look as if he enjoyed in. Kel was doing the same. She would need to wash her mouth out after this. She broke off with him, her lips bruised slightly but not that noticeably. She looked back at Reid who was watching the game once again and sighed in relief. Joren looked at her then raised an eyebrow. She mouthed "later", then pulled him towards Reid. Joren slipped an arm around her shoulders protectively.
"Reid, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, David Smith. David, this is Reid Kamerman." The two gave a curt nod to each other, reserved.
"Um, Jess? I just remembered that I have to go meet a friend. I hope I'll see you later. Oh, and nice meeting you, David," Reid left abruptly. Joren sat next to Kel and ordered a jinn martini. They sat in silence, though Joren kept his arm around Kel's shoulders. She leaned into him and sipped her beer.
"What'd he do?" Joren asked after a while. Kel stared into her cup, surprised that it was empty. She ordered up another. She took a large gulp and wiped her mouth before answering.
"He wouldn't stop hitting on me. I told him I was taken, but he wouldn't stop. I'm happy you came down." she rubbed her head for a while then downed the rest of her beer. She asked for another. Kel never drank. in fact, this was her first time. Her reasonable side of her screamed that she should stop. She washed it away with another beer. She had drunken about 4 beers before she collapsed, unconscious. Joren rolled his eyes. He had finished his martini long ago and was watching her. He was glad she was unconscious, to be correct. He didn't want to put up with her whines anymore. Sighing, he went into her back pocket and fished out her wallet. He opened it, paid for both her beers and his martini, and then picked her up. He was amazed at how light she was. Shrugging, he made his way up to their room.
He struggled to reach into his back pocket and get his key. Finding it useless, he set her down gently on the floor. He swiped his key card. When the light flashed green, he opened the door and stuck out his foot so that it wouldn't close and lock on him before picking her up once more. When he put her on the bed, she tensed. Joren frowned slightly. It seemed that she was having a nightmare. That was weird. He didn't remember having nightmares when he was passed out. He dismissed the thought, because all of a sudden Kel's hand shot up and grabbed his arm. She clutched it tightly, her forehead sweating. She started to talk.
"No, don't do it! NO! BLAYCE!" the last part came out as a scream. Joren put her head in his lap, smoothing her hair and whispering comforting words. He stroked her face gently until her screams subsided into a whimper. At last she slept peacefully. He continued murmuring soothing words, afraid that if he stopped, she would start to scream again.
After about five minutes he left her, putting her head onto a pillow so that she would still be comfortable. He rummaged through his suitcase, looking for something. With a mumbled "Aha!" he grabbed a bottle of dark liquid. He opened it, sniffing. Joren crinkled his nose in disgust. At least it smelt better than it tasted. He set it beside him and waited for Kel to wake up.
30 minutes later, Kel sat upright in bed. The quick movement caused her head to pound. She felt bile rise in her throat. Running into the privy, she retched into the toilet. Soft hands held back her hair and rubbed her back, murmuring. She sat back against the bathroom wall, her stomach emptied. She glanced at Joren miserably.
He went out then came back in, holding the bottle of liquid. He poured some of it into a cup and held it out to her. "Drink. It'll help with the hangover." He commanded. Kel took it from him and, closing her eyes, downed it. The taste made it threaten to come back up, but she forced it down. Within moments, her headache subsided to a dull pounding, though not as painfully as it was. Joren glared at her.
"that was stupid. You're not supposed to get drunk-you can't control what you say! Who knows? If I wasn't there to shut you up, you might have been blabbing to the whole place what our assignment is!" his shouting didn't help the headache. After about 3 minutes of yelling, Joren was at a loss of words. She looked at him unhappily.
"Did I endanger the mission?" she asked. Joren was taken aback from her bluntness.
"No, but damn it, next time you might!" he snapped. He thought for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. "By the way, who's Blayce?" he asked. Kel's head snapped up. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Finally, after clearing her throat, she found her voice.
"How…how did you know?" she asked. Joren looked at her like she was insane.
"You didn't know that you talk in your sleep?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No, this is the first I've ever heard of it. And plus, my old roommate Lalasa would have told me," Lalasa was a famous fashion designer. Kel was the one who had helped her pay for her shop so that she could run a business. Kel had also helped her when Lalasa had been abused by her family. For this, she was eternally grateful, and vowed to repay her for her kindness.
"Well, you didn't in the car, either, so I guess that this was a one time thing. I hope you don't continue screaming 'Blayce' when I'm trying to sleep tonight. Anyway, who is Blayce?" Kel scratched her head in thought for a moment.
" A nightmare. A seer once told me of him. She said that I would one day have him cross my path, and I had to kill him when he did. She said that I would know when the time was right." Kel adverted her eyes.
"when did you go to the seer?" he asked, fingering his chin.
"about 5 years ago. I went to her when I started to have nightmares. Shit. Looks like it started again. I'm sorry if I wake you tonight," she said, yawning. Joren frowned, and in a rare act of concern picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. She protested for a second before falling asleep in his arms, and the bathroom was only a few feet away from the bed. He shook his head. The girl was too stubborn for her own good. He laid her gently on the bed, tucking the covers around her. Yawning himself, he collapsed on the bed, barely having enough time to take off his shoes and pull back the covers. Though it was summer, the nights were still cold. Joren instinctively tucked Kel's head under his chin as he unconsciously wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
Joren woke up 2 hours after he fell asleep at the sound of yelling.
"NO! BLAYCE! STENMUN!" it took him a second to realize that it was Kel. Grumbling something about sleep, he woke her up. Kel gasped and sat up straight, hitting him in the nose with her forehead. Joren swore. Kel couldn't see him in the darkness, but she knew that he was holding his nose. "I'm so sorry!" she said. Joren continued to curse. If she weren't worried that she broke his nose, she would've laughed outright. When Joren stopped cursing, he spoke in a calm, collected voice.
"What the HELL did I do to deserve that?!" he snapped, sleep, or lack thereof, making him grouchy, though Kel would never tell, because he was always irritable. She chose not to remark on this. "Alright, we've established who Blayce is, but whose Stenmun?"
"The nightmare's dog. Go back to sleep," she said, settling once again into the warm covers. Joren, feeling the need for body heat, folded his arms around her once again. Kel tensed, but didn't object. She liked the feeling of strong arms around her. It made her feel safe. With these thoughts, she embarked on a dreamless slumber.
A/N: HOLY SHIT! That has got to be the longest chapter I've ever written in my whole freakin life! Ok, time to thank my lovely reviewers:
Ossini- I'm happy you like the one bed thing!lol
Makai-Tenshi- I know I'm evil-its one of my charms.
Michelle-ok, this is VERY long. I don't think that this chapter is that funny, though. sorry.
Dreamerdoll- as I said before, I don't think that this chappie is that funny-but I'm glad you think the others are.
Eat Paper- this is how they survive- I hope Joren isn't too OOC. If he is, tell me!
Emikae-I've said worse things than hell. You're fine. You're right! HELL FROZE OVER!
Nolee of Stone Mountain- Nolee, Nolee, Nolee…tsk tsk tsk.sighs you know that Joren loves me more. Admit it. That's kewl that you went to Washington D.C., did you have fun?
A/N: Ok, the reviewers are thanked- but I need more!!!!! Oh, come on! I gave you a freakin 10 page chapter on 12 font! Review, plz? Damn it just press the God Blessed button!