Disclaimer: I own nothing, gesh! Stop rubbing it in already. (italics in beginning from Angel by Amanda Perez)
A/N: Sorry for the wait, excuses at the bottom. I'm not promising you'll love this chapter, but I tried. I won't say it sucks cause I do that all that time. Thanks for you reviews and your continual support - you help me to get off my lazy arse and write. I love you!
Rebuilding Bridges
God send me an angel from the heavens above. Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love. Cause all I do is cry. God send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes…
She climbed into bed late that night, too tired to think, too hurt to cry. She was too numb to acknowledge that her life had just changed drastically, never to be the same again. She was too tired to respond to the slight prompting from her brain that suggested she should be crumbling apart. The only thing she could even concentrate on was changing her clothes and pulling herself into bed.
But sleep never found it's way to her. The electricity of the kiss was still buzzing around her head, swirling through her body in dangerous hurricanes of passion. Intense emotion that couldn't be swayed or ignored, no matter how tired she was. She was hurt beyond belief and yet, her heart was trembling as if Trunks had confessed his undying affections for her or something. It wasn't like he was even aware of who he was doing what he was doing with. He thought she was Marron…Well, she assumed he thought she was Marron. Not like it mattered, nothing like that would ever happen again as long as he was in his proper state of mind.
Though she couldn't deny she wanted it to. That kiss was everything she dreamed kissing Trunks would be. It was romantic, and passionate, and intensely gratifying in a forbidden sort of way. And just thinking of him sent tremors through her worse than any she had ever felt. Briefly she wondered if she'd ever be able to look at him calmly again. And then, abruptly, the pleasant thoughts were gone. Suddenly, she wanted to go back in time and take it back. Suddenly she wanted to crawl in a hole and die. This was going to complicate her entire life fifty times more than it was already.
This was going to ruin her relationship with Trunks. It was going to make things awkward and confusing. It was going to make her jittery and befuddled around him again - the way she was when she was fifteen. It was going to make him embarrassed and guilty every time he looked at her. There was nothing she could do to change it and there was nothing she could do to make it better.
And what about this tinkering in her heart and the sinking feeling her stomach as she thought about him? She wanted, really badly, to do naughty things to him at this very moment and they had only kissed once. What was to happen should she see him and they resume their normal relationship? She really did wish the earth would open up and swallow her - it would make things easier, at least.
But it didn't seem like the ground was going to be breaking apart any time soon. So, she'd have to make due with what she had left. Somehow she'd have to make it work. But she wasn't sure she was ready. No, she wasn't ready. She decided as she thought back to the way his skin had felt against hers. She couldn't face him yet, she'd wait. With that thought she reached over to her end table, her intent to turn the lamp off, but her hand brushed against something metal and her entire purpose changed.
She turned her head to see what she was bumping into and frowned with confusion. It was a metal box but it didn't look like something she'd ever owned before. And yet she was sure she'd seen it. Where did she get it from?…And then the memories came flooding back to her as if it had happened years ago instead of hours - fuzzy and out of tune.
She'd been to see Mrs. Henson today and the woman had given this to her - well it was more like yesterday, considering it was already after two in the morning. But it didn't seem as if it had happened in this lifetime even, much less this week. So recently. She reached her other hand over and spun her fingers around the container, lifting it and pulling it to her. Her breath was caught in her throat for a moment as she remembered the significance of the box in her hands - as well as the smaller box on her dresser - and she just sat there for a few moments, nervous silence echoing through her room. Then, she let her fingers dance around the patterns on it, noting the leaves and branches that were carved into it with admiration.
Finally, she curved her fingers to find the clasp, and closed her eyes as it opened. Her hands were shaking, she noted, as she opened her eyes again. Her heart was pounding through her body and she hadn't let her optics travel downward yet, too afraid of what she'd find. Okay, she coached herself, it's no big deal. And yet, when her eyes fell to her lap she gasped at what she found. Not that the discovery was amazing in any sort of way - it wasn't. Simply that she was shocked because it was the last thing she had expected.
There were folded papers filling the inside of the box - the box that was coated with red velvet on the inside - and she knew immediately what that meant. These were poems. She'd never read any of Gabriel's poems before, he hadn't wanted her to see them while he was around. But he had said that he would let her read them one day…and one day had never came. Unconsciously, her eyes filled with tears, once she realized she fought them back with all she had and picked up the first folded sheet of paper:
Lorraine
I hear her move in the dead of night, and I know that she can't sleep.
I see the bags beneath her eyes, of pain which we don't speak.
I know she tries hard not to care, to make her heart cold and inert -
And when she thinks that I'm not there, she releases all her hurt.
Lorraine, there's no need to hide, I see the pain.
You don't have to guard your eyes, there is no shame.
I hate that they have done this, I wish to make it right.
Lorraine, don't run away - just let me hold you tonight.
Brown tresses of sand that fade and then fall away,
Littered on the bathroom floor in a scattered, patterned array.
Cinnamon pools of shimmering sun, highlighted in snow,
Drop pails of lamented rain, after every blink, fulfils the ocean flow.
You don't have to hide, Larraine, from the ones who already know.
Lorraine, there is no need to hide, I see the pain.
You don't have to guard your eyes, there is no shame.
I hate that they have done this, I wish to make it right.
Dear mum, don't run away - just let me hold you tonight.
She was speechless for a few moments, not sure what to make of it. And then she smiled sadly and shook her head. That was beautiful. He had loved his mother so much - and she would never have that. She would never have someone who depended on her so heavily - who cared for her so completely. And she wanted it so much. Gabe would have given it to her and now he was gone. And with him, her hopes of ever being beautiful in someone's eyes.
Perhaps it was selfish to think of it that way. Perhaps she shouldn't have wanted Gabe to love her because she couldn't love him and she knew what it was like to not be loved. Perhaps she should have kissed him on his cheek and bid him farewell, because it was so unfair to put someone through all those feelings knowing they could never be returned. She certainly didn't think loving Trunks was a walk in the park. And Gabriel wouldn't have thought it was fun either, once he was in her position. Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him was getting away from her…
She ran her hand across her face in an exhausted, confused manner and sighed heavily. Before she could stop herself, another piece of paper was in her hands and her eyes were studying the words, scrutinizing his language and examining his heart.
It was when she ran across Vanilla scented with Cinnamon that her eyes shut quickly and she drew in a painful breath - fighting tears that were winning the battle and trickling down her face. She was right, she was sorry, she was…a horrible person. She didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve Gabe, or Trunks. Or anyone for that matter. She deserved to be punished…She deserved to be in pain for life. She was wrong.
Her eyes opened and, through blurry vision, she ran over the poem again:
Vanilla scented with Cinnamon
Onyx upon onyx with milk shades in between,
Tell me what it is that's keeping you from me.
Forever ends too quickly and Sometime hasn't come,
And the time in which you are with me is stolen by someone.
Defiled and penetrated by his amethyst pelt,
Leaving no person to the wonder of exactly how you felt.
Onyx upon onyx with milk shades in between,
Tell me what it is that's keeping you from me.
Promised to find glory - heaven in your gaze,
Promised to find euphoria in a thousand different ways.
You smile upon my naïve assertions about love,
And tell me there is no dream come true, from heaven sent above.
But Onyx upon Onyx with milk shades in between,
I tell you that you're wrong and you were meant to be with me.
Your mouth says I don't love you but never opens up,
Your actions say I don't trust you and quiver at my touch.
So I don't trust myself, and I don't make a move,
And yet I think of you, in everything I do.
But Onyx upon Onyx with milk shades in between,
Tell me why it is, that I can never leave.
I try to stay away from you and toss at night instead of sleep.
I try to steal your heart from you, but you insist to keep.
My Vanilla scented with Cinnamon, I don't know what to do.
Onyx upon Onyx what's keeping me with you?
Onyx upon onyx with milk shades in between,
Sometime has yet to come and Forever will never be.
Won't you tell me what it is that's keeping you from me?
She ran over it again and again, until it became too painful to read and her eyes became too blurry to figure out the words. It was memorized in her head before she let the box slide to the floor, the poems scattering about - and she laid down, closing her eyes and never even bothering to turn off the light.
*
The sun's persistent shine forced her to climb out of bed as she grumbled, getting up and tripping over the box that had fallen into the floor. The box that forced her to remember what had her in such disarray the night before. She groaned, rolled her eyes into her head, and heaved a breath of annoyance before calming down.
"Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life, Pan Son." She spoke her thoughts out loud, a bitter tone inflicted into her voice. Immediately she wanted to talk to Trunks, and immediately she didn't. She wanted to see him - it made her stomach jump and her heart flutter thinking of it - and she wanted to die at the same time. She simply wasn't ready for all the things that came along with the mistake they'd made last night.
How was she supposed to look him in the eye even? Now that, in the morning and not the late night, what had happened seemed so much larger than it had before. When she was standing, humiliated, in his office and trying to keep the rest of her pride in tact it had been some kind of joke to her because she couldn't believe the reality of it all. But now she did. She couldn't do anything to stop it.
"I'm going to talk to Trunks." She softly whispered, coaching herself as she made her way to the bathroom to prepare for her day.
She spent the rest of the day thinking about how she was going to talk to Trunks. Spent the whole day thinking about calling him and pretending to forget the number. She walked around silently all day, telling herself that she was going to go and see him and assure him that everything was all right. And the next day was spent in much the same way. And the one after that…Until she found herself comfortable with the fact that she hadn't called him or talked to him. Telling herself that it was better that way. And at least a month had passed and Goten was definitely engaged to Marron. The wedding plans had begun…
*
Pan blinked a total of ten times before she opened her mouth to even attempt to respond. She wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to say to that. And she wanted, more than anything, to laugh in Marron's face.
"Are you serious?" She asked, placing one of her hands on the other as if to maintain her balance - even though she was already sitting down. Marron looked up into Pan's eyes with a nervous air about herself, almost as if she were holding her breath instead of concentrating on what was happening before her.
"If you'll consider it, Pan, I'm very serious." She answered in a professional tone and Pan couldn't help but imagine the girl reaching up and adjusting glasses which she did not own.
"No you aren't." Pan countered. "This is a joke." She supplied so that Marron could pick up from her tone that if it wasn't a joke, it should be. "This is a joke and you're only kidding me." A small laugh fell from her throat and she hit the side of her leg lightly, overacting for all she was worth. "All right, Marron, you can go back to the wedding plans now. Put away the hidden camera and we'll pretend like this never happened."
"Pan, this is a part of the wedding plans. And I am serious." Marron held a somber expression as she said this, sighing and letting her blue eyes fall to the floor. "I take that as a 'no' then?"
"Damn right it's a no, Marron. What'd you think, you could come here and offer something like that and I'd jump for the chance? Are you sane?" At the girl's nod to confirm her sanity, Pan couldn't stop the words, "Are you sure?" from flowing from her lips. She shook her head and stood up, acting like Marron had just insulted her in some way, and made her way past the girl. "I can't believe this." She mumbled, reaching the door and ready to leave.
"Pan, please, just let's talk about it." Marron pleaded, a desperate look filling her features as she stood as well.
"Oh, you want to talk, Marron? Then fine, let's talk." Pan said coldly, turning around to face her. "Let's talk about how crazy you must be. I can't believe virgin Mary actually wants to converse with jezebel." She threw her hands into the air mimicking actions one would embark upon should a miracle occur, waving her hands crazily.
"Okay, obviously you're still hurt. And I don't blame you, I would be too. But that's why I'm here. I'm trying to make things right. Can you give me that chance?" Pan's hands fell limp by her sides but she kept the derisive look on her face.
"How do you think we can make things right, Marron?" Pan finally asked, after a minute of complete silence from both parties.
"I don't know. That's what I came to ask you. What would it take for me to begin making things better?"
"I don't know if there's anything you can do to make things better. What was said was said, it's done and over with. There's no point in going back."
"He never picked me over you, Pan." Marron said softly, getting to the root of the matter.
"I don't know what you're talking about Marron. But this has nothing to do with our friendship." Pan countered, crossing her arms and raising her head into the air, slightly.
"It has everything to do with it. And I'm sick of dancing around things as if they don't exist, Pan. Why can't we all just talk like civilized adults? Goten would-"
"Because according to you, I'm not old enough to be involved in adult conversations." Pan cut her off, still remembering the comment that had cut her more than others.
"Okay, we both said some things we didn't mean that day, I'll admit. I was wrong about that Pan and I'm trying to apologize." Marron continued with her pleading, dropping her shoulders slightly and giving a defeated stance.
"I meant every word." Pan stated coldly, her eyes scaling Marron as if she were soiled milk.
"All right…" Marron tried again, as if she were searching for something to say as replacement. "Well, I said a lot of things I didn't mean, then. Either way, I was wrong and I'm trying to apologize."
"Well, do it and get it over with."
"I'm sorry." They sounded like four year olds arguing over a Barbie. The tone both of them had taken with the other was more that of children than anything else. Marron realized this before Pan and dropped her shoulders again, as if ashamed. Pan soon followed suite, loosing her uppity air slightly.
"Okay, you're sorry. That's fine. Thank you for the apology but I still can't do it. How could you even think I would?" Pan challenged, her tone nicer than before.
"Well, I don't know. Trunks found room in his heart to forgive Goten. I thought, maybe, you'd be able to look me in the eye again without hating me…" Marron answered with hurt in her voice, true pain resounding through her features. Finally Pan seemed to cave, her hateful expression was completely wiped away and she sighed heavily.
"Trunks forgave Goten?" Pan sounded bewildered as she asked.
"You haven't talked to him?" Marron sounded just as bewildered as she responded.
"Goten or Trunks?" Pan shot off right after Marron's question.
"Either. But I was talking about Trunks."
"Well, no. Not since Goten announced he was marrying you…"
"Pan, I-" But Pan interrupted before Marron could break into another apology.
"Trunks forgave Goten?" She repeated, but this time her voice held an exasperated tone.
"Yeah, he said something about life being too short. Or him being too empty…and already having screwed up his own life." Marron shrugged it off. "Either way, he thought he'd make things right with Goten before he lost it all. And he agreed to be the best man."
"Just because he agreed doesn't mean you should come marching here to ask me. I mean, Goten and Trunks have been best friends since Goten's birth. You were just my babysitter when Trunks was busy." Pan's comment was spoken lightly but full of venom, and she was still eyeing Marron as if she were trash off the street. There was nothing but polite air between them, and Marron was obviously trying very hard to keep the pretend smile on her face. Trying very hard not to look hurt by Pan's words. She had considered them friends. Not best friends, but friends none the less.
"And of course he didn't choose you over me, he never got the chance." She added, just for good number, going back to the previous conversation.
"I thought you didn't know what I was talking about." Marron responded quietly, ignoring the rest of what Pan had said.
"I thought on it, figured it out." Pan supplied coolly, both of them knowing she was lying. There was a pause of silence as Pan glared at Marron and Marron shifted uncomfortably in front of Pan before anyone spoke. It was Marron who disrupted the quiet.
"I just don't want you to hate me forever, Pan." She pleaded humbly, looking -it seemed- at the soles of her feet as she spoke.
"Listen, Marron. Let's get down to it, the real issue. You hurt me. Plain and simple. You hurt me when you talked to me the way you did and you hurt me when you treated me the way you did. And I'm just not sure if I could ever get past that. I can try and-" Here she paused, as if the next part were guaranteed to be painful.
When she resumed her speech her lips were upturned into a displeased sort of frown. "I can try and I'm willing to start today. I can try and forgive you Marron, and I can try not to hate you. But I can't ever be your friend, and I sure as hell can't be your maid of honor. I'd be lying in a church." She laughed lightly, as if the idea were ridiculous - and it was. "Besides, Bra would kill me and then take my bouquet."
"Okay." Marron said, a small smile on her face. "I understand. And I don't know if I can thank you enough for this - the second chance that is - you won't regret this, Pan. I promise you, you won't."
"I have to try, Marron, don't take it personal. It's only the fact that you're about to be my aunt that's even getting me to consider." Even though the words were mean, they were said in a playful manner and Marron couldn't help but reach over and kiss Pan's cheek.
"Thank-you." She repeated, joy and elation decorating her baby-doll face.
*
"So this is it." Pan quietly coached herself. She was going to talk to Trunks tonight. She was going to see him tonight - not per her choice, but necessity; A 'wedding planning' dinner was set up for Marron and Goten tonight and everyone had to be there - and she was going to talk to him.
She pulled her hair up into a bun and stepped into her sandals. Her hands shook nervously as she reached over and picked up her lotion, lightly fragranced, and spread it over her bare arms, then up her neck. Next came a bit of chap-stick slicked across her lips and she was ready. She didn't know why she was preparing for this as though it were a date, and probably didn't even realize that's what she was doing. But in her own way, she was.
The thought never lingered on her mind, however, only how nervous she was at that very moment. She was going to see Trunks. She was going to talk to him. Come face to face for the first time since…
A million things were running through her brain. How was he going to react? Would he smile at her or would he look down nervously and leave as soon as possible? Would he blow her off now or would he be just as frightened as she was? Why was this so damn complicated? She wanted to yell in frustration, but chose instead to clench her fists until her nails pressed into the palm of her hand. She felt the flesh penetrate before she loosened her grip and calmed herself enough to know her power wasn't about to skyrocket through the roof. That would be sure-fire way to get Trunks to smile in her direction, she thought sarcastically. Scare the shit out of him.
Why couldn't he have kissed her and meant it? She wondered bitterly as her feet traveled down the stairs to where the others would soon be gathered. Wouldn't that have made her problems and lot easier to deal with? Of course they wouldn't. She decided abruptly. It would have only made things worse. Because then they'd have a million other issues to deal with-
She was fourteen years younger than him. And while she didn't have a problem with it, she was sure he did, and her father would. Then Gohan was a completely different matter all together. He'd kill Trunks. And then there was Goten to worry about, who was more overprotective of her than her father and Trunks combined. And then there was the fact that she would always wonder whether he was truly in love with her or just getting over Marron. Which led to another can of worms.
Not to mention herself. Earlier this month she'd thought that she wanted love more than anything. But that was just wanting what you couldn't have. She knew better now, she was more aware of her feelings. She was far too afraid of love in her current status to be with anyone. Even the person she'd loved through the entirety of her teenage years. What had happened with Gabe was enough to ward her off any romantic ploys she was planning on jumping on. Her grandfather had already hurt her enough for an army of men. And then Trunks had, innumerable amounts of times without realizing it. And then, just when she thought she was in the clear, Gabe had come along and screwed things up.
Sure, she hadn't been in love with him, but she had thought she could be and that said enough. Besides, he was in love with her and look what it got him. No, she was completely through with love and all it's repercussions. If she ever did get married it'd be to some simpleton who could never hurt her. Someone who was good for nothing but some companionship and fertilizing her egg. She only wanted children - and only one. Just so that she could fill the emptiness that had lingered in her heart since it had been broken so many times.
She could live without the other stuff, and she fully intended to. So, in a way, she was very pleased that Trunks had not meant it when he kissed her. That would have been something she couldn't deal with, something she wasn't ready to deal with. And to be honest, at this point in her life, if he was in love with her she wasn't sure she would want him. She wasn't sure it'd be a good thing at all. She never wanted anyone to love her again. Maybe she would grow out of it, but in her current state just the thought of someone else needing her unconditionally, wanting her no matter what, made her palms sweaty and her heart beat way too fast. Simply, it terrified her.
She didn't need someone else throwing themselves at her feet. She didn't need someone else adoring her and devoting themselves to her - or getting their heart broken by her. Because Gabe had gotten his heart broken, she learned that the night she opened his box and read his poetry. She'd defiantly scared him and she didn't want to have that kind of power over anyone - ever.
She was resolved on the 'Trunks issue' before she even made it into the dinning room where everyone was seated. Before her dark-brown eyes locked onto his crystal depths and a blush rose to his cheeks. She was smiling when she saw him and she was smiling when she sat down, and all through dinner she smiled.
*
When she walked into the room he could feel his heart leap about ten stories. He'd been dreading this moment since the second she walked out of his life. And now, here she was - standing in front of him, eyes locked on his, and…smiling? What the hell was she so happy about? Trunks wondered, thinking about how scarce his sleep had been since that night. And the dreams that he had had were filled with thoughts about her soft skin on his. Haunting him until he propped up in bed and resolved that he could go another night without rest.
Before he knew it, his cheeks were heating up and a blush was forming under his eyes. Shamed, he looked away from her, down to the empty plate before him with interest. But he was still watching her through the corner of his eyes as she took her seat and continued to smile. What was that about? Did she think things had changed between them in some way? Panic shot through him as he considered this. It was completely possible that she assumed they had some kind of secret relationship now.
His eyes widened as he looked up at her, quickly as if her foot had pressed hard against his under the table. It didn't go unnoticed by anyone at the table surrounding them, either, and Goten found his voice - slightly edgy and suspicious.
"Is something wrong, Trunks?" He questioned. Trunks drew in a breath, as if he'd forgotten anyone else was there, and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"What?" He asked absently, before Goten's words collected and made sense in his head and he shook it. "No, nothing's wrong." He glanced again to Pan, who was sitting directly across from him, and then back down to his plate like a guilty man.
"Pan?" Goten questioned, not trusting Trunks' response.
"Nothing." She shrugged and Trunks was able to glimpse the devious smile that played on her lips. It was almost sexy…No, Trunks. He fought a mental battle with himself, not allowing his mind to think of Pan in that light again. She wasn't sexy…well, she was but that was besides the point. She was cute. His brain amended.
That's the way boys looked to their younger sister's friends. As 'cute', not 'sexy'. But she and Bra weren't really that great of friends…And your point is, Trunks? His smarter half argued. Just because she wasn't technically his little sister's good friend didn't mean it was okay to think of her as something other than cute.
He sighed heavily and placed his hands over his face, shaking his senses back into his head. This wasn't good. If he couldn't even sit at a table with her without debating whether she was sexy or cute wasn't a good sign. He had to be a man about this. He was going to be a man, not a pansy. She could smile when she looked at him - and she most certainly didn't believe they had some kind of secret love affair, he acknowledged, though there was a part of him that wished she did think that…- and that meant he could smile and look at her. Slowly, he pulled his hands away from his face and let his eyes travel towards hers again.
They caught each other and he smiled, forming some kind of silent agreement with her that things were okay. But as his eyes dropped, sliding along her features past her nose, across her cheeks, and down to her lips, his heart skipped again. He couldn't help but think about how soft they were, very nice things to kiss. He shook his head again, slightly in order to avoid attracting anymore attention, and closed his eyes momentarily.
He couldn't sit at this table and imagine kissing Pan all through dinner. It wouldn't go over well in the end. And it wasn't good for his mental health. And it defiantly wasn't going to calm that look that Gohan was shooting him from the end of the table.
"Are you guys sure…" Marron questioned, also noting the strange 'conversation' that was going on between Trunks and Pan without either of them saying a word.
"Everything's fine." Trunks nodded, looking at Marron with a kind smile for the first time since she'd walked away from him. It was wide enough that she got a good view of all his front teeth, and he was sure she'd accept that answer. Most women couldn't resist that smile and Marron was no different. She smiled and looked back to Goten, whom she was giving eyes to from across the table.
I've still got it, Trunks thought as he smirked proudly to himself. Not even his mother had ever resisted that smile and he was glad to know he could still do it. He heard someone scoff and looked up, catching the nasty glare Pan was giving him. He only smirked wider and she rolled her eyes at him.
"I don't know why she fell for it, it's not even that cute." Pan told him challengingly, rolling her eyes in a disapproving manner.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Pan Son." Trunks answered calmly, shrugging and smiling sweetly.
"Oh, whatever." She mumbled, turning her head as Chi-Chi began to bring in the food.
"Jealous?" He asked, almost knowingly, as he lifted his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. She turned back to him with an annoyed face and upturned her lips in a kind of sneer that said 'as if'.
"Hardly." She quipped, shaking her head and looking him up and down with her eyes. "You're hardly worth the trouble." She smiled as she said it and he knew she was playing. It was the first normal conversation they'd had since Gabriel entered her life…or since Marron entered his, he guessed. For once, things felt like they fit, and he was surprised by how whole she made him feel…
*
For the Brightest Star
Words can't describe the way your smile makes me feel inside; The way I well up with pride when you're by my side. I find myself relinquishing my soul to you and doing everything you want me to. If you would allow it, I'd be your mechanic. Take it upon myself to fix the defaults of your heart. Making sure that 'you' and 'I' are one and never part.
If you would let me, I'd fix everything that's wrong. If you would keep me, you'd never have to be alone. I've set out to prove to you the belief I have is true, I'm picking one and I'm giving her my heart. I'll make it work with her, my love, my brightest star. I'm picking one, I'm picking you.
--Gabriel Henson
A/N: well, I hope you didn't hate it. You're probably like, 'this is it?' and my answer is 'yes'. You waited all that time for this. A filler chapter. Hey, why do you think it took so long? It was just a boring to write. -sigh- Love me anyway. Next chapter might not be much better, but the chapter after that is definitely worth tuning in for. It'll shock you, I promise. It shocks me every time I read it. (you're like what, you already have it written and you haven't updated in over two weeks!? well, no. I have the chapter after next half written. And I wrote that chapter before I wrote any other part of this story, thank you very much. Every thing else is centered around that chapter…well, sort of…) Anyway, I'm gone now. And I promise, next chapter will not take this long to update.
Excuses: Finals were last week. Wednesday was the last day of school. Then I had the celebration dinner. Hanging out with friends. Renaissance on Monday. Yadda, yadda...A little writer's block. A little more writer's block. And school stress. But school's out now, yay! Chapter updates should at least be once a week from now on. I'm so sorry for the wait. Forgive me. Review please! -hugs-