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Mood: Bored Again

Comments: I've got a ton of this story already typed and saved on my hard drive, so I decided to upload a bunch of chapters these last few days. Enjoy!

"I'm gonna go pick my room and unpack." Cronos said lifting up his suitcase.

Sam grinned. "I bet that suitcase is stuffed full of crappily-written love poetry about Carolyn!"

All the boys laughed while, Carolyn stared at them in confusion. Cronos looked pissed off.

"IT IS NOT FULL OF CRAPPY POETRY AND YOU KNOW IT!" He roared.

Alex patted him on the shoulder. He was still sniggering. "Aw, we know pal. We were just messing with you. We're going to look around a bit. You go ahead and unpack your crap poems."

Everyone walked off. Every male in the group was still laughing their ass off.

"Crappily-written poetry…" Cronos grumbled as he used his superman-like strength to sling his suitcase over his shoulder as he started towards the hotel portion of the studio. "Just because the first few pieces I wrote weren't genius doesn't mean their ALL crap… That's the last time I show Sam something I wrote, he can't keep a secret."

Once he'd reached the hotel he started up the stairs. He stopped at the ten-billionth floor, the top.

"I'll be away from all those morons." Cronos grumbled. He was still bitter about Sam's word-hole spilling out more info than necessary.

He went into the room and slammed the door shut. He threw his suitcase down on the bed and sat down on the floor, between the end of the bed and the TV. He reached up and opened it. He began to unload his clothing into the drawers next to the TV. His whole wardrobe was basically the same. Black shirt, black pants, black shirt, black pants, over and over again. Well, some girls dig black. Though he wished Carolyn was one of them…

He reached the bottom of the suitcase and stopped. Lying at the bottom of the suitcase was a picture of him and Carolyn that had been taken on one occasion when Carolyn had struck him over the head with a wooden board and dragged his unconscious heap to the mall. When he'd awoken, Carolyn had been forcing him to carry all her stuff. Not wanting to set off Carolyn's rage in public, he reluctantly agreed.

During that time, Cronos had been recovering from a botched operation. He'd been trying to make his eyes temporarily narrower for the 'Angst-Filled Heroes Convention'. But the doctor turned out to be a man from Detroit who just walked in and was proclaimed a surgeon. So Cronos's face had been temporarily numb. He hadn't really been able to talk or make expressions.

Carolyn had sensed Cronos's misery, so she'd dragged him to a photo booth. Since Cronos wasn't able to smile for the camera Carolyn had pulled on the sides of his mouth in an attempt to help him. It had only succeeded in making Cronos look…well…I'm not sure how to describe it…really creepy. When the numbness had worn off, they'd both laughed their asses off about it. Carolyn had one copy and Cronos had the other. He sighed and hugged the picture forlornly. That was the closest Carolyn had ever been to his face.

"What's that? More love-poetry?" A familiar voice asked teasingly, making Cronos jump. He shoved the picture in the drawer and spun around. Carolyn was standing there grinning.

"Carolyn!" He sputtered, "What are you doing here?"

"Me and the others were just choosing our rooms. They're all on the same floor as yours you know."

At that moment Katie ran by the open door to the room, holding an ice bucket, and singing loudly: "Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice! I'm going to get some ice!"

"I thought that if I went to the top, I could avoid people like her." Cronos grumbled.

Carolyn rolled her eyes. "Cronos, here's a fact of life: no matter how big the threat of terrorism, no matter how unstable the weight balance is, no matter how many of them are afraid of heights, when they go to a hotel, everyone goes to the top floor. People are just that stupid."

"If it's so stupid, then why did you get a room up here?" Cronos asked.

"So Katie can't injure herself and others."

"Good point."

Carolyn sighed. "Cronos, I really don't know how to deal with these people. I've never been a strong leader-type. I just know I'm going to screw this up! I shouldn't have bought this studio!"

"This is my chance to reassure her!" Cronos thought. He quickly stood up and started speaking. "Carolyn, you and me are probably the two people with the most sanity in this building. If anyone can control these losers, you can! If you can't survive then who can?! No offense, but you're as stubborn as a mule, so you should be able to last during this job."

Carolyn smiled brightly. "Hey! Thanks Cronos! Despite how you compared me to a barnyard animal, that really cheered me up!" She leaned forward and hugged him. He blushed in shock, but she didn't notice. Before he could muster up the courage to put his arms around her, she said: "You're such a good friend."

"Friend…" Cronos thought sadly, "Is that all she's ever going to see me as?"

Suddenly he looked past her and spotted his dream-come-true.

"A MINI-BAR!" He screamed. He shoved Carolyn to the side and ran over to the small fridge. He flung it open and a grabbed a beer. Alcohol was his first love.

"I'll have to have my normal booze stash installed in here. But this'll do for now." Cronos said.

"Don't drink that." Carolyn warned him. "I bet it's really expensive."

Cronos smiled, stuck the bottle cap in his mouth, gave the bottle a sharp twist, and cracked it open with extra relish. Being half-fairy, Crono's bones were harder than normal humans. That included his teeth. That explained why he had small fangs. (He's not a vampire by the way. Though he does enjoy horror movies).

Cronos spat out the bottle cap and took a swig of beer. "AHHHH! Bliss!" He said smiling.

"Yeah, booze is the your equivalent of the 'One Ring' to Golem." Carolyn said referring to one of her favorite movies.

"I never liked those movies." Cronos said standing up, "Peter Jackson did a really crummy job staying true to the books."

"But…But…" Carolyn stammered. Suddenly she folded her hands, her eye pupils shrank, and her eyes widened as a deranged smile crept across her face. "But Orlando Bloom is myyy precioussss…" She said as her voice suddenly turned really raspy and creepy.

"You know, you do a really good Golem impression."

"Thanks!" Carolyn said cheerfully, her voice back to normal. She turned to leave the room.

"Something tells me we're all gonna have a lot of fun working on this TV show." Cronos called after her.

"Watch it Cronos," Carolyn warned as she left. "I know what you're idea of 'fun' is. I'm running a studio, not an asylum."