Rainwater
Chapter 25: Loose Ends
Rating: R for sexual situations and suggestions, adult topics and language.
WitchyPrincess
Loose Ends
You know what it feels like when you first step into a pool? You put your toes in first, testing the water, tempting yourself, and immediately pulling back because the temperature is too cold. And then you contemplate not getting in at all, right? But only for a fleeting second because you know that once you submerge your entire body in water the sensation will become less shocking.
Eventually, you know, your body is going to adjust to the temperature. Your senses are going to adapt and the cold sensation is going to fade away.
Only, what happens if you're not too sure about that one fact? Do you risk it anyway?
–Pan Son
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By the time breakfast was ready, Marron was dressed and heading out of Pan's room. She walked into the kitchen, mouth falling open but no words coming out, as she watched the scene unravel before her.
Pan was standing over the stove in nothing but a long shirt and socks, flipping a pancake. Most of her body, however, was blocked from Marron's view by Trunks', who was standing behind her with his hands resting securely on her hips. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and he was whispering something that appeared to be rather naughty in her ear.
"And I thought I had an interesting night." Marron muttered to herself, straightening her shoulders and causing the couple to jump apart almost immediately. She could see Pan's cheeks color from where she was standing, even though she could only see one side of the girl's face. Marron quirked an eyebrow and held up a 'peace-offering' hand. "Hey, I just wanted to thank you both for putting up with me last night."
"Where are you going?" Pan asked after a second, flipping the pancake onto a plate and turning around. Marron could see the displeasure in her eyes clearly.
"Sorry to cut out on you so soon, but I have an...appointment...in an hour and I don't want to miss it. Besides, as much as I appreciate the thought, I couldn't eat that breakfast anyway." Making a face, she patted her stomach lightly and shook her head, glancing at Trunks to gauge his reaction to what she was saying. He pretended to be more interested in Pan's legs than Marron's statements, though, truly, it wasn't that hard to pretend.
"Okay..." Pan started hesitantly, looking from Marron to Trunks as if waiting for something more.
"But trust me," Marron spoke with a sly smile, looking between the glowing pair. "When I get a chance, we're going to talk. About everything." Her voice took on a more solemn note at the end, eyes glossing a bit as she thought over the previous night.
Pan, knowing when to hold her tongue, didn't ask the million questions flying through her head. Instead, she smiled politely and nodded, turning back to the skillet. "As long as you promise to make that soon."
It was as she was saying this that Trunks brushed a kiss across her cheek and headed towards the back, rustling Marron's hair along the way. "See you later, Marron," he offered on his way towards the bathroom.
Marron's eyes glittered, watching him walk away, before she responded with, "Trust me, I'll find the time." Then a devious, "Don't get into too much trouble alone," before making her way out of the apartment. Pan blushed all over again.
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"Thanks for breakfast," Trunks grinned, leaning over the table slightly with the smile still spread across his lips. There were a million questions spinning through his mind but he didn't have answers for any of them and he wasn't sure if now would be the right time to ask. In fact, he was almost confident that now was not the time for his questions. He could tell by the hesitancy lingering around her eyes.
She didn't know what she was doing with him, clearly, and he was afraid that if he asked she would realize that and back away. He didn't want her to back away, he knew perfectly well what he was doing with her and he had patience enough to wait until she was ready before he did anything. He was tired of messing things up; he wasn't going to ruin this again. He wasn't sure he had ever been this happy in his life, just looking into her eyes made him feel this way, and he was too afraid to lose it.
He had known it for a while, but he hadn't wanted to admit it, now he could. He didn't exist without her and that was dangerous. She had more control over him than even he knew about.
"It wasn't for you." She responded back playfully, standing up as well. "Now go clean the kitchen while I get showered."
"I'll help you if you help me," he joked, picking up the plates and heading towards the sink.
"I don't need help." She called out as she walked into the living room. She passed his jacket on the couch and heard a video game tune coming from one of the pockets. Grinning and shaking her head, she reached over into the pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Your phone's ringing, Trunks," she called out to him, already flipping it open.
"Could you get it for me?" He asked, coming out of the kitchen to see her already about to say hello. "Just take a message."
"Sure," she responded with a grin before clearing her face and speaking a professional, "Trunks Briefs' cell phone, how may I assist you?" Feeling a brief wave of amusement as he thought back on her days as his secretary, when she was much younger, he walked back into the kitchen to complete his task.
"Pan?" The male voice on the other end questioned instantly, his confusion clear. "Why are you answering this cell phone?"
Her breath caught in her throat as her hands began to shake nervously. "Brandon?" She asked hoarsely, shaking her head in the process. She didn't wait for him to confirm or deny, only slapped the phone shut, then flipped it back up and switched it off, before setting it back down on the couch.
After standing, dazed for a moment, she felt Trunks' soapy hands slide down her arms and rest around her waist. "Who was that?" He asked, nudging her neck with his head and making her smile slightly.
"Wrong number." She told him quickly, before realizing his hands were wet and frowning. "Trunks, you're getting suds all over me."
"I told you I would help you with your shower." He returned mischievously, kissing her cheek before dropping his arms and moving back a little. "I finished with the kitchen," he told her and she knew instinctually that he had to have used super-human power in order to finish that quickly. "And I'm going to head home to get ready for work. Are you coming in today? We can have lunch."
Her heart was still hammering in her chest, after having heard her ex-boyfriend's voice on the other end of Trunks' phone. She bit her lip and shook her head. "No, there are things I need to do today, actually."
"What if the boss asks me why you didn't show up for work?" He asked her in serious tone, mocking concern.
"Why would he ask you?" She played along, looking at him curiously.
"He'll probably suspect that we slept together last night."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "I hope not, he'll be incredibly jealous if he thinks that."
"I know, he'll probably fire me. He can be very possessive sometimes."
"So, I guess you'll just have to tell him you don't know why I didn't show up for work. Otherwise, he'll rip your head off."
"Nah, I can just tell him that I heard it from my best friend, who just so happens to be your uncle, this morning."
"Oh, well then, tell him I might be sick or something, I'm sure you could make it up."
"Ah, but if I do that then he'll probably stop by to bring you soup and check up on you. You know, don't tell anyone, but I think he's in love with you."
"Yeah?" She asked, grinning by then. "I heard that same rumor a while ago." Then she reached up, while on tip-toes, and pulled his head down, kissing him daringly on the lips.
"What was that for?" He questioned when she pulled away, looking slightly dazed.
"For whatever lie you tell the boss to keep him busy until dinner time, when I'll meet him at the restaurant of his picking."
"You're going to date the boss?" He questioned incredulously, a slight smirk on his lips.
"That's for me to know and you to pretend like you haven't heard." She mock-glared, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Now get out of here before you're late for work and we really get in trouble with the boss."
"Yes ma'am." He nodded, walking over to the couch and grabbing his jacket and phone; he had gotten dressed earlier. "Hey babe," he called, on his way to the door.
"What Trunks?" She asked, pausing in the hallway to listen to him.
"Why did you turn my phone off?"
"Did I?" She asked, trying her best not to look guilty. "I didn't realize." They looked at each other for a moment, both slightly confused about the situation, before he smiled lazily and nodded his head.
"All right. Well, I'll see you tonight then."
"Okay," she told him, feeling both incredibly scared and incredibly content at the same time. She had to work on getting some serious closure today.
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She stepped into the house quietly, drawing her shoulders back as if preparing for battle. She had to do this now, she knew, or she would never be able to do it. She wouldn't be able to get anywhere if she kept this inside and forgot about it. Extenuating circumstances had kept the talking to a minimum until then, the gloating was pretty nonexistent, but she knew that she couldn't avoid it forever.
She found her father in his office, shuffling through a couple of papers that held little to no meaning to her, and drew in her breath before knocking softly on the side of the open door. He didn't acknowledge her for a moment, still scanning over the paper, then slowly rose his head to look into her eyes. His expression didn't change from the slightly interested look he'd had while staring down at the paper.
"You expected me," Pan stated blandly, stepping farther into the room.
"Earlier than this, in fact." He nodded, twisting his chair around to face the couch in his office while she took a seat at it. "We don't really need to do this."
She shook her head, holding up a hand. "I want to. Dad, I made a mistake and I think we should talk about it." She told him honestly, looking imploringly into his eyes.
"You learning from it is the important thing. There's no need for you to beat yourself up over something you can't change." He smiled encouragingly at her, the sympathy clear in his expression. "What I don't understand is why you did it? What could you have possibly been thinking to do something like that with Trunks of all people." His voice was clipped at the end, making it clear that he was restraining himself from losing his temper.
Her brow wrinkled and she drew back in her chair as if he had thrown cold water in her face. She took a moment to reign in her feelings before she allowed herself to even think of responding, counting to ten and then reminding herself that he didn't know anything about what was happening with Trunks. Reminding herself that he was her father and he would always be protective of her, that was his job. She hadn't been able to accept that earlier.
"Dad," she started slowly, cautiously, after she had extinguished her rage completely. "I was apologizing because of what happened between us. I wasn't even here to talk about Trunks. I don't think that would be such a good idea right now."
He raised slightly shocked, slightly confused eyebrows at her. She continued without bothering to explain that statement further.
"I made a mistake when I asked you not to be a part of my life. I should never have said the things I said or acted the way I did. It's just..." She trailed off, her voice dying because of her lack of an explanation.
"You have a temper. You get it from your mother's side, I'm sure," he offered jokingly, voice still tight because of what he presumed to be an abrupt change in topic. "Pan, I forgave you for that a while ago. All people," he emphasized the word because he had been about to say 'children'. "Make mistakes. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you know when you're wrong.
"I'm not here to embarrass you. I never want to, you should know that. I only want what's best for you."
She sat back in her chair, smiling slightly and nodding her head while trying to gather her thoughts. "That doesn't mean, however," she continued after a second of comfortable pause. "That nothing I said was unfounded. It may have been said in anger, it may have been exaggerated and out of line, but that doesn't change the fact that some of it was justified.
"I am an adult now, whether you and mom like it or not, and I am entitled to make my own decisions. I'm allowed to make my own mistakes. I want you to trust me more, dad, and not assume that every mistake I make will turn out badly. I want you to trust me enough to let me live my life the way I want to live it.
"I'm not asking you to withhold your opinion, I don't want you to do that. All I'm asking is that you don't try to overpower my life with what you want for me. From now on, I would like to have freedom enough to not need your permission when I do something. I don't want to disappoint either of you again but I won't live my life in the shadows because I'm afraid of what you'll think either."
He heard all of this with a calm sort-of reserved look on his face, almost as if he had known it was coming. There seemed to be something on the tip of his tongue, something in his eyes that she knew he wanted to ask, but he pushed it back down and shook his head to stop himself from voicing it. A nagging in the back of her mind told her that she knew what it was he wanted to know. He wanted to know about her and Trunks. But he was taking her feelings into consideration, she had asked not to talk about him, and he was listening to what she had to say. Finally, she felt as if she were breaking through to him. For the first time in her life she felt like she was allowed to breathe.
"I understand. And I want you to know that it was never my intention to make you feel as if you were living in a prison. If that's what I've done to you, I'm sorry as well."
"I love you dad." Pan told him happily, flinging herself from the couch she was on and into his arms. They embraced for quite a while before she went to find her mother and tell her those same special three words. Along with two more: thank you.
Her mother had been the one to pull her out of her fog. She had also been the shoulder that Pan cried on, without judging and without saying I-told-you-so. Pan would never be able to tell her mother how grateful she was because of it. Videl, she felt, would never understand what it had meant to her.
After talking with her mother for a few minutes, just as she had with her father, Pan told them both she loved them and then realized that she had to go. She had a dinner date with her boss that she didn't want to miss.
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She had known he would come and she was right. He was sitting on her doorstep when she got home, his head hung down, black hair dripping about his shoulders in a lost, handsome fashion. She didn't want her heart to skip when she looked at him, she didn't want any emotion to be there at all. But there was and her hands went immediately to her stomach, without her thinking about it.
Then she remembered the way her heart skipped when he walked away from her. She remembered the lost, dejected, and utterly hopeless feeling that overpowered her, emptying her heart of everything but anger. She was angry. She was angry at him and at herself and, most importantly, she was angry at her situation. Because, no matter how much she wanted to hate him, to make him suffer, she couldn't make her heart slow down in his presence.
Pulling her jacket tighter, she walked around him and fumbled in her pocket for her keys. There was nothing she had to say to him, she thought stubbornly. Why should she have to talk to him now when he wouldn't listen to her before? After she had begged him? But his dark eyes rose up to meet hers before she could fully get herself into her house, and she couldn't control her feet anymore.
All the hurt, pain, and anger that she had been feeling this entire time was reflected in his eyes. Somehow, he had managed to make her feel apologetic to him with just one look.
He seemed to take the pause as permission to talk and stood up hastily, a shimmer of hope glistening in his eyes. "Marron,"
But the hope brought her back to reality, like awakening from a dream and she turned back around, heading into her house. She slammed the door directly in his face. Then, after pacing in front of her entryway for a couple of minutes and biting her bottom lip, Marron sighed and dug through her purse. Pulling out the ultrasound, she opened the door, a wicked twist molding onto her lips.
Throwing the ultrasound down to the spot where Ubuu had taken a seat, she muttered, "There's the first picture of your child. I thought maybe you'd like to see it."
Without waiting for him to make a comment or even form a shocked expression, she drew her shoulders back and stepped back into her apartment. There was utter silence on her doorstep.
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Trunks smiled absently as he waited for Pan to pick up her phone. The week had gone by rather well, as far as he was concerned, and he had been smiling quite a bit. Love had the tendency to do that to a man, especially when it was returned. And now, he was more than excited because tonight was going to spectacular. Tonight was the night that everyone would know how utterly in love they were, finally, with one another.f That they had finally gotten it right.
His face seemed to almost glow as he heard her voice on the other end of the line, greeting him in her own special way. "I was wondering if you had been thinking about me today."
"I'm always thinking about you," he told her honestly, leaning back in his office chair. "Are you busy?"
"Not anymore." He grinned.
"And why's that?"
"Friends just came on, I want to give it my undivided attention," she joked and he could hear her smile.
"Ah, of course." He tried to fight the smirk even though he knew she couldn't see it, but he failed.
"Wipe it off your face, Trunks," she warned and he marveled at how she could tell his expression without having to be there to see it.
"Yes dear," he rolled his eyes and drew in a deep breath. This was what he had been missing his entire life and he hadn't known it until this week. This blissful week.
He was careful, still, though because he didn't know what they were. He didn't know and honestly, he was afraid to ask her. Not wanting to push her, he had held his tongue on those issues until he could get some sign from her that she was ready to talk about it. But being patient was so very hard when he knew unquestioningly what it was that he wanted.
He wanted her to belong to him, in every sense of the word, and him to her. He wanted to tell the whole world that they were in love with each other and simply hold her in his arms for the rest of all time. Life, after all, was bland and uneventful when he wasn't in her presence. If he didn't have it bad, he didn't know who did.
His entire week had been a blur of meetings and business and Pan. He wasn't even sure if he had seen his family since the morning he woke up with Pan in his arms. Holding her for the very first time, throughout the entire night. He hadn't slept in her house, of course, since then, but that hadn't kept him from seeing her as often as possible. Without even considering that he might be smothering her. She seemed just a bright and happy as he was and there was no doubt in his mind that she loved him.
The question wasn't about how she felt. It was about what she planned to do about it. She had always loved him, he knew, and she had always been hurt by it. Now he understood that she wanted to take her time and make careful decision. She wanted to think about things throughly before she dove into something headfirst, because they both knew that she could not withstand being hurt that way anymore. What she had to figure out was that he would never hurt her like that again. He knew it now, undoubtably, for the first time.
She was like an extension of him. Part of him, body, mind, and soul. They had been made for each other.
"Trunks?" Her voice drew him back to the present time and place, sending a group of butterflies flitting through his stomach. Randomly, when he was around her, he had that reaction.
"Sorry, love," he responded nearly immediately. "I just got lost in my thoughts."
"Good thoughts, I hope," she offered, more than asked.
"Of course, they were about you."
"Oh, well, good. I'd hate to have to murder one of the other three women who hold your heart.."
He raised an eyebrow after hearing this, unable to stop himself from asking. "And who, pray tell, would they be?"
"Don't pretend like you don't know, Trunks," she told him sternly and he could tell that she was fighting not to laugh.
"Humor me," he requested lightly, grinning.
"Two blue-haired women and a blonde. Stop trying to play innocent, mister."
He snorted before he could control it, rolling his eyes even though he was entertained. "If you're referring to my mother, sister, and Marron, then I have to inform you that you left two very important dark-haired women off that list. They will, after all, soon be mothers to me as well,"
He winced the second the sentence completed, almost of it's on volition, without his consent at all, and held his breath for a tensed second only. Then, clearing his throat and realizing that she wasn't going to say anything to correct or question or even comment on what he'd said, he jumped into the conversation again. "I mean, two women who are like mothers to me, having grown up with them and," sighing, he clamped his mouth shut, still nervously disturbed by her silence.
Her breathing had sped up slightly, but she made no attempt to say anything.
"Pan?" He asked finally, wanting desperately to make sure that he wasn't pushing her away from him. He hadn't meant to say that the way he'd said it. He hadn't meant...
It didn't matter, it was out there and she had heard it. Whether or not she wanted to acknowledge his insinuation was her decision.
She, apparently, did not want to because a second later she responded with a shaky, "Was there a specific reason you called me, Trunks, or did you just want to say hello?"
"I..." He frowned, more annoyed by the fact that she was going to ignore what just happened than he cared to admit. He was pacing himself, he had to remind his fluttering heart. He couldn't rush her into anything, she had a right to want to wait. To be unsure and careful. He simply had to respect that. But, gods, he didn't want to go through this. He only wanted to hold her, make love to her, and call her, legally and truthfully, his own. Forever.
"Yes," he finally agreed. "I called to remind you of the dinner at my parents' house tonight. And to ask if we were still going to attend together, or if you had come up with other plans."
She took too long to answer and he began to wonder if she was going to change her mind. His palm started to sweat as he held the phone closer to his ear. "Pan..."
"No, I hadn't forgot. I just, well, I was wondering if I could meet you there. I'm supposed to have lunch with a friend in less than twenty minutes, in fact, and I didn't want to rush it."
"Dinner's in an hour, Pan," he told her frowning, though he didn't know if it was because she was about to eat right before dinner or if it was because she no longer wanted to go with him. Or if it was because he couldn't decide whether or not she was telling him the truth.
"I know, I'm just going to eat a light lunch. Besides, you know we're going to hang around your mother's for an hour before we eat, and by that time I'll be starving again. I just...I have some...things...to take care of and I want to get them out of the way first."
"Pan," he started again, his tone just as dark as he clenched the phone. But she cut him off.
"Trunks, just," she heaved a deep sigh then and he could feel her switch the phone from one ear to the other. "Just trust me, okay? And don't," He could imagine, vividly, her eyes shutting and opening again dramatically. "I...I love you, okay? Be patient, please?"
"Always, sweetheart." He promised solemnly, looking up with agitation as the green light that signified someone was there to see him, blinked on the device sitting atop his desk. "I love you too. But I'll have to let you go now, there's someone here to see me, apparently. See you tonight."
"See you, Trunks."
He couldn't help but wonder what friend she was going to meet as he hung up the phone. Looking up with interest, he forced his brows not to wrinkle when he saw who was walking into his office to see him. He couldn't be here, today, right now. They were supposed to have dinner, but not today. He had to be at dinner tonight, with his family, and Pan, or his mother was going to go ballistic with anger. Not to mention, he wanted to be with Pan tonight. In front of everyone.
He couldn't, however, send the man home. He had been working on this business deal for quite some time and he didn't want to forfeit it simply because of bad timing.
"Dinner," the man started as he came deeper into the office, "Was scheduled for tomorrow night, but something has come up and I must leave town tomorrow morning instead of the day after. I apologize if this is a bother, but there was not much I could do about it." The man apologized smoothly.
Sighing, Trunks realized there was no way of getting out of this. He had only two options and he wasn't going to give up a night with Pan just because of business.
"How would you like a home cooked meal, Mr. Cofler?" Putting on his best smile, he offered the man a hopeful glance before standing up. "I know just the place. That is, if you don't mind a few family and friends."
"That," the man agreed. "Would be lovely."
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"Why won't you tell me," Goten begged, eyes widened to the maximum pleading expression.
"Because it's not my place to tell you. I can't believe you even know as much as you do." Bra countered, crossing her arms over her chest and ignoring his sad face. "My brother shouldn't have told you about it in the first place."
"If it's Pan, I think I have the right to know."
"Well, if it's Pan, don't you think she'll tell you herself? And then she'd be pissed because you already knew, and she'd know I told." Bra protested, looking smugly at his annoyed face.
"So you admit it," he grinned slowly, pointing an accusing finger at her as he shifted positions on the couch they were sitting on. "It is Pan."
"Uh," Bra's mouth dropped open as she uncrossed her arms, giving him a disbelieving look in the process. "I never said that!"
"You didn't ever not say it either." He stuck out his tongue.
She narrowed her eyes.
He scrunched up his nose.
She punched him in the arm. "Stop being so immature." She commanded, using her 'serious' voice. "I'm not going to tell you and there's no getting the information out of me."
"No?" He questioned obnoxiously, sounding more like he was challenging than asking.
"No." She confirmed strongly, mind fixed. "Because if I told you, I'd have to kill you."
"Well," Goten pretended to be put-out. "We'll just have to see about that." Then he pounced on her, pushing her back against the cushions of the couch, and giving her an evil look. "Are you going to tell me?" He asked sinisterly. She smiled and shook her head.
"Fine," he told her, placing his hands on her waist. "Then I'll just have to use force." His eyes glittered as he began to tickle her, smirking as she tried her hardest not to laugh at his actions. She failed horribly and they wound up on the floor, her under him, eyes watering from laughing so hard.
He stopped then, eyes sobering, laughter dying on his lips and he moved his hands slowly down her sides to rest on her hips. His touch, now, was less light and playful and more sensuous. Her eyes closed instantly, the smile also wiping of her face. Shifting his weight a bit, he fitted himself more appropriately over her before leaning his head down.
"You're beautiful," he whispered before devouring her neck in delicious kisses. She sucked in a breath and smiled, shifting demandingly under him.
"Goten," she managed, after a moment, trying hard to reign in her emotions. "We can't do this here. My parents will be back any moment. And guests should be arriving soon, you know that. We are on the living room floor." Her voice was coming out strained and paced oddly, because he hadn't stopped his assault of her skin and her body was screaming for him to continue. Her mind, however, knew this would get them nowhere.
He lifted his head and smirked at her, ignoring her comments and lowering his lips to just above hers. She turned her face so he kissed his way across her cheek until he made it towards her lips again. She moaned weakly but still refused to participate.
"Bra," he whined when she continued to resist him.
"Not here," she practically panted the words out because his hands were dancing under her shirt, teasing her waist with what they could be doing.
"Tell me and I'll stop," he told her, one last ditch attempt to get her to confess what she knew. At her stern face, he knew she wasn't going to agree and sighed, standing up and pulling her with him.
"You still love me," she told him playfully as he pouted in front of her, crossing his arms in annoyance.
"That's what you think." He challenged, glaring.
"Oh, you're such a baby." She teased pushing his side and laughing as he mocked her strength by melodramatically toppling over, screaming along with the show. They were so immersed in their antics, as she bent over him and cooed with false sympathy, that neither of them herd the door open and close.
"Kiss it and make it better?" Goten asked hopefully, wanting to lure her back onto the floor with him.
"Like I'm falling for that one again. Goten, give it up, I'm not going to tell you who's pregnant. Just forget that I know at all!"
"But I want to know!" He protested, pouting like petulant child.
"Then you'll just have to ask someone else who knows. I'm not telling."
"Who else knows, that might tell me?" He demanded, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the floor.
"I know," the voice behind him intoned, the pain so clear and distinguishable that no one in the room had to question how it was that he knew. And, suddenly, Goten knew who too.
To be continued...
A/N: I know I picked the most inconvenient time in the story for my life to get hectic, but if you must blame it on someone then blame it on Fate. I had nothing to do with it, I swear. There was my impulsive decision (rightfully, I think) to do early admissions for my 1st choice college, my getting a car, thinking that we were moving and packing up my entire room and various other rooms in our house (we don't know, now, if we're moving or not), my getting a sinus infection that I thought was strep throat, missing school because of it and, consequently, make-up work. I had a Spanish project (a ten-minute video that I had to make a script for, all in Spanish, and then film/edit, which undoubtedly had technical problems) and my failing a driving test. Yes, nearly 18 and I still don't have a license. Sad, I know (but I don't like to drive in Ga traffic and I have friends that take me everywhere). I had to take SATs this morning, and prepare for the SATs before that. I have English books to read, college classes in high school really are a drag, and I'm eight points away from failing Calculus. So, you see, I really have been very busy and I didn't bother to edit this chapter. I just want it off my hands.
Anyway, I'm guessing one to two more chapters (probably one) and then maybe an epilogue. But, pretty much, it's practically over folks. I'm probably going to take a long break from fan-fiction once I get Never Say Never finished. That might, in fact, be my last real work for the T/P world. Sorry to say, but I never seem to have time these days.
Thank-you, however, for being so patient with me. Reviews would be nice, but, as always, it's your decision.