Last time:
Everyone looked up to see Bulma standing on the front porch, only yards away from the struggle in her driveway.
"Let him go," she said. "We're well past needing to have this conversation."
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"Can I get you anything?" Bulma asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.
Vegeta stood some ten feet away, his back against the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table, her hands instinctively on her ever-growing belly. He couldn't even look at her, though his temper had cooled some since the struggle in the front yard.
"I didn't think so," she sighed. "Just thought I'd ask. You never know."
"How long were you going to keep this from me?" he asked icily, his eyes seemingly glued on the stove. "How long have you been keeping it from me? Are you due tomorrow!?"
"Please Vegeta, don't do this. You know exactly why I didn't tell you right away."
"How long?"
"I'll be five months next week."
"Five months!" he baulked, looking at her for the first time since they were alone. "You knew when we were still together and you didn't tell me!"
"I tried!" Bulma cried. "You don't know how hard I tried."
"Not hard enough," he scoffed, turning back towards the stove.
"I know…I know. I should have told you the second I found out, but you were leaving and I didn't want to ruin—"
"Is that what you were doing in the bathroom that night?"
She nodded solemnly, then squeaked out a yes.
"This is unbelievable. This is not happening. I'm Vegeta fucking Ouji, for Kami's sake! This does not happen to people like me!"
"Goku is like you, and he's in the same place you are."
"No, Kakarot has known from the beginning. Not five months later." He turned sharply towards her and advanced at the table, stopping inches from her. She flinched, but stayed put. "What else don't I know? Maybe the kid isn't even mine. Maybe it's your new boy toy's. Maybe he isn't so new after all."
"Shut up, Vegeta," Bulma spat. "Don't you dare put me in the same disgusting category as you. I would never sink as low as to cheat on someone. And as for things you don't know, the baby is a boy and his name is Trunks. My due date is October 6th and I want to die, knowing that he has half of your genes!"
Vegeta was about to retort, when the full weight of her words sunk in. A boy. Trunks. October 6th. Kami, they'd been right all along. Their lives were ruined.
"The reason you wanted to reconcile," he said after a long pause.
"Yes. It was because of the baby."
"Not for the reasons you said."
"You broke my heart, Vegeta." Her voice was softer now. "Things like that can never be fixed. If I could have it my way I'd never have to see you again…Not because I don't want to, but because when I look at you I can't forget what we had, no matter how small or short. It was real for that time and what you did is always going to hurt."
"Why you?" he sighed, shaking his head.
Bulma stood and pulled him into a hug. It was the only thing she could think to do, and it didn't matter in that moment what he'd done, because she needed comfort and she needed him. When she released him, his eyes held hers in such a way that she couldn't break the gaze. Yamcha had looked at her that way once and she would never forget it.
"Just let me do it," he said, breaking the unbearable silence.
"Do what?"
"This." He placed his hands gently on her face and pulled their heads together, their lips connecting and sending shivers down Bulma's spine. How was she supposed to get over him when he kept doing that? But she wasn't thinking about her pseudo boyfriend right now, or the fact that she was supposed to be hating the man that was kissing her. Her heart wanted Vegeta and in that moment she was willing to give it just that.
"Please don't do that again," Bulma whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She didn't even try to fight the tears this time. "I have to get over you."
"Why?" He was stroking her hair now, the feeling of her belly strange but nice against him. If they had to spend the rest of their lives hating each other, then he wanted these last few moments his way. This way. With her in his arms, and their child between them.
"Because, Vegeta, if I can't be with you then I don't want to love you. I can't."
"Then be with me."
"Oh Vegeta," she laughed bitterly. "Just shut up and hug me."
"What about the baby?" he asked.
"What about him?"
"Am I going to be his dad or his father?"
"Both," she sighed, hugging him just a little tighter.
"And us?"
"We're enemies when we leave this room," she said sadly, and Vegeta nodded, knowing it was inevitable.
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"Go away," Vegeta grunted, turning away from the door, his book cradled in his arms as he read.
The knocking persisted.
"I said, go away."
"Come on Vegeta," 18 urged through the door. "We're all really sorry. You can't seriously be that mad."
"I know," 17 added. "You sort of deserved this after what you did to Bulma."
Vegeta's head suddenly appeared before his band mates, causing them all to jump back. His mother, who stood behind them all, couldn't decide whether she wanted to glare or smile. Vegeta glared.
"When I want to be around traitors I'll call you," he hissed, about to slam the door, when 18 flung out her arm and blocked his way.
"You can't stay mad forever, you know. Besides, Jun's been wanting to see us all. Especially you. She doesn't appreciate you flying off to Europe again."
"And I don't appreciate being the last to know I'm going to be a father. I bet Jun even knew, huh? She was probably having a ball keeping it from me, too. Stupid wench."
"Vegeta," Goku said. "Whether you're mad at us or not you still need to see Jun. Now that the world knows Bulma is pregnant, they're going to know you're the father. We need a strategy."
"Correction," Vegeta said. "You need a strategy. I'm out."
"Out? Out of what?"
"The band, your lives, the public eye. Take your pick. I'm sick of this life, and I'm sick of all of you."
"You can't do that!" 18 snapped, wanting nothing more than to strangle him.
"Like hell I can't!"
"She's right," 17 said, smiling. "You can't. We all signed the new contract last month. Three more tours and two more albums, minimum."
This time when Vegeta tried to slam the door he was successful.
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Bulma awoke with a start, her hands instantly going for her belly, tears staining her cheeks. She looked frantically around the room, her eyes straining in the darkness. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it.
Without thinking, she grabbed the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Hello?" came a groggy, angry voice.
"Vegeta," she cried softly, her blankets pulled up to her as if for protection.
"Woman?" His sleepiness quickly lifted.
"I-I-I…Oh Kami…I just had the worst nightmare."
On the other end Vegeta sighed with relief. And he thought it was something serious.
"I went into labor," she whimpered. "But I wasn't ready yet and the baby he…he was so small and weak and he wasn't even strong enough to cry!"
"Do you need me to come over or something?" he asked, regretting the words the moment they passed his lips. Why wasn't she calling her new boyfriend? And what happened to them being enemies? For three days he'd heard nothing from her, and now she's crying on the phone at two in the morning because of a silly nightmare.
"No," she sighed. "No. I can't keep trying to rebuild something with you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I'm screwing everything up. We're not meant to have any kind of a relationship and my heart refuses to believe that. Just forget I called. Good night."
The line went dead before he had a chance to respond. He hung up the phone, settled back into his warm blankets, and closed his eyes. But sleep wouldn't come.
Angrily he got out of bed, slipped on his boots, and trudged downstairs to his car. So what if they shouldn't see each other. Besides, no one had to know he went over. He'd be gone before morning.
As he was backing out of the driveway he had second thoughts, but quickly dismissed them. He wanted to see her and he wasn't about to let her get in the way of that. He'd never felt so strongly about someone in all his life, and, at that exact moment, he vowed he would do anything in his power to win her back. She was his and no one would stop him.
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"Vegeta!" Bulma screeched, scrambling out of bed and away from him. She'd been having such a peaceful dream in contrast to her last one, only to wake up and nearly have a heart attack when she found someone in her bed with her. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
He stepped back, looking almost hurt, but his anger quickly took over.
"You were practically begging me to come over when you called, woman! Kami! I do what you want and you bitch. Can I do nothing right?"
"Vegeta, what are you talking about? I said NOT to come over. I overreacted with the nightmare. I get mood swings, you know. It's part of being pregnant. Plus, that dream really freaked me out."
"You can't say you didn't want me here."
"Yes I can, Vegeta," she sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I meant it when I said we had to be enemies. I didn't just mean in front of everyone else. We have to be enemies for ourselves. I can't go on loving you, so I have to hate you instead. It's the only way I can go on and have a real life. Please don't take that from me."
"But you love me, you said it right there," Vegeta protested angrily, taking a few very bold steps forward, until there was only about a foot between them. "Just be with me. Stop fighting yourself. You're only going to hurt more."
"You're the only person who's hurt me, Vegeta," she said icily. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. I have a final tomorrow and I don't want to fail because I fell asleep halfway through it."
"Why are you doing this!" he snapped, grabbing her almost violently by the arms. For a split second Bulma feared for her baby, but one look his eyes told her she was safe, physically. "When I took you to Europe you resisted me too. In the desert you wanted to be with me and I was the one who said no. Now you're saying no and we both want it."
"No," she said through her teeth, as she wriggled out of his grasp. "You're the one who wants to be with me. I don't want you. Don't you get it, Vegeta? You're an idea. You're intangible. I want the past and that's something I can never have back. The only reason I still love you is because you'll always be Vegeta. You were when I loved you and you'll never stop being this way. What's changed is what you did, and that's why I can honestly say that I don't want you back. Ever."
"You're lying!" He grabbed her arms once again, and pulled to her him, forcing his lips on her. She didn't hesitate for a second and shoved him back, giving him a hard slap across the face for good measure.
"Look, Vegeta. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to forget about me as anything other than the mother of your son. That's all I am now. I don't care if you go off with a million other girls, so long as you're a good father to Trunks."
"You can't do this," he said acidly. This time Bulma couldn't distinguish the look in his eyes. Now she was getting a little scared.
"Please go home and get some sleep. I'll call you in a few days and we can take a trip to the doctor's."
"You won't even consider it?"
"Did you consider my feelings when you got in bed with that woman four months ago?"
Vegeta nodded and headed for the door. Bulma held her breath until she heard him drive away, then broke down and cried into her pillow until she was exhausted.
"I do want you," she whispered, hugging her belly. "Why did you have to hurt me like that?"
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"He what!" 17 baulked, nearly dropping the engine part Bulma had asked him to hold. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was," Bulma sighed. She poked her out from under the motorcycle and frowned. Her face was covered in grease, which normally would have made 17 laughed, if not for the drastic change in the conversation. "Ok, I think I'm ready for that now."
17 leaned down and handed Bulma the part she needed, watching curiously as she put it in place, connected a few things, and stood up.
"There. All done. Enjoy."
"You didn't have to do this for me," he said, eyeing his beautiful new ride.
"Oh come on. Like it's difficult. Besides, I work when I'm stressed, so inadvertently you helped me calm my nerves."
"Speaking of nerves."
"Yeah, I know. You're still on the Vegeta thing." She walked over to her sink and turned on the water to scrub her hands. "Shoot."
"I'm really concerned about him."
"Has he ever been put on medication?"
"His mom tried, but he refused. Besides, what I mean is his behavior lately. Ever since you two broke up he's been less and less himself. And now this. He practically begged you to be his girlfriend again. He's never given a girl more than a few minutes to agree to go back to his room, but with you it's like his patience is infinite."
"Patience?" Bulma laughed.
"You know what I mean. You get to him in this way that I can't describe. It's like with you and your machines. You obsess over them until they're done. Until they're the way you want them."
"You think Vegeta's obsessing over me?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, 17. You come up with a lot of crazy stuff. I think you and Maris have been hanging out too much lately."
"Why is that so hard to believe? Think about it."
"I'm sorry, but you're just not making any sense to me. You can't possibly know what he's thinking because you said he's never been like this before, therefore he isn't being himself, and you know him the way he used to be, ergo you don't know him and don't know what's going on."
"Sometimes I really hate how smart you are," 17 said through his teeth, though there was a hint of a laugh in his voice. "Get cleaned up. I'll buy you an ice cream."
"Oh goodie! Can I have a cherry on top? Oh pretty please!"
"I don't know how I can stand you sometimes," 17 sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh stop." She slung her arm around his shoulder, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. "You love me and you know it."
"Yeah," he said. "But you sure as hell don't make it easy."
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---Chapter 10! :) Wow. Am I amazing or what? :P Heehee. I'm really impressed with the way that chapter went. I got stuck halfway through, but then the nightmare idea came to me and it went from there. Now I'm on a roll and I know exactly what I want to do next.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: A whole lot more fun! :D
Note: I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, because I'm going to be busy Saturday and Sunday, so the next chapter may not be out until Monday or Tuesday, but try to bear with me. I have a lot to do in a short amount of time and I'm still getting these chapters done! I'm losing sleep so you better appreciate me :P
Everyone looked up to see Bulma standing on the front porch, only yards away from the struggle in her driveway.
"Let him go," she said. "We're well past needing to have this conversation."
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"Can I get you anything?" Bulma asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.
Vegeta stood some ten feet away, his back against the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table, her hands instinctively on her ever-growing belly. He couldn't even look at her, though his temper had cooled some since the struggle in the front yard.
"I didn't think so," she sighed. "Just thought I'd ask. You never know."
"How long were you going to keep this from me?" he asked icily, his eyes seemingly glued on the stove. "How long have you been keeping it from me? Are you due tomorrow!?"
"Please Vegeta, don't do this. You know exactly why I didn't tell you right away."
"How long?"
"I'll be five months next week."
"Five months!" he baulked, looking at her for the first time since they were alone. "You knew when we were still together and you didn't tell me!"
"I tried!" Bulma cried. "You don't know how hard I tried."
"Not hard enough," he scoffed, turning back towards the stove.
"I know…I know. I should have told you the second I found out, but you were leaving and I didn't want to ruin—"
"Is that what you were doing in the bathroom that night?"
She nodded solemnly, then squeaked out a yes.
"This is unbelievable. This is not happening. I'm Vegeta fucking Ouji, for Kami's sake! This does not happen to people like me!"
"Goku is like you, and he's in the same place you are."
"No, Kakarot has known from the beginning. Not five months later." He turned sharply towards her and advanced at the table, stopping inches from her. She flinched, but stayed put. "What else don't I know? Maybe the kid isn't even mine. Maybe it's your new boy toy's. Maybe he isn't so new after all."
"Shut up, Vegeta," Bulma spat. "Don't you dare put me in the same disgusting category as you. I would never sink as low as to cheat on someone. And as for things you don't know, the baby is a boy and his name is Trunks. My due date is October 6th and I want to die, knowing that he has half of your genes!"
Vegeta was about to retort, when the full weight of her words sunk in. A boy. Trunks. October 6th. Kami, they'd been right all along. Their lives were ruined.
"The reason you wanted to reconcile," he said after a long pause.
"Yes. It was because of the baby."
"Not for the reasons you said."
"You broke my heart, Vegeta." Her voice was softer now. "Things like that can never be fixed. If I could have it my way I'd never have to see you again…Not because I don't want to, but because when I look at you I can't forget what we had, no matter how small or short. It was real for that time and what you did is always going to hurt."
"Why you?" he sighed, shaking his head.
Bulma stood and pulled him into a hug. It was the only thing she could think to do, and it didn't matter in that moment what he'd done, because she needed comfort and she needed him. When she released him, his eyes held hers in such a way that she couldn't break the gaze. Yamcha had looked at her that way once and she would never forget it.
"Just let me do it," he said, breaking the unbearable silence.
"Do what?"
"This." He placed his hands gently on her face and pulled their heads together, their lips connecting and sending shivers down Bulma's spine. How was she supposed to get over him when he kept doing that? But she wasn't thinking about her pseudo boyfriend right now, or the fact that she was supposed to be hating the man that was kissing her. Her heart wanted Vegeta and in that moment she was willing to give it just that.
"Please don't do that again," Bulma whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She didn't even try to fight the tears this time. "I have to get over you."
"Why?" He was stroking her hair now, the feeling of her belly strange but nice against him. If they had to spend the rest of their lives hating each other, then he wanted these last few moments his way. This way. With her in his arms, and their child between them.
"Because, Vegeta, if I can't be with you then I don't want to love you. I can't."
"Then be with me."
"Oh Vegeta," she laughed bitterly. "Just shut up and hug me."
"What about the baby?" he asked.
"What about him?"
"Am I going to be his dad or his father?"
"Both," she sighed, hugging him just a little tighter.
"And us?"
"We're enemies when we leave this room," she said sadly, and Vegeta nodded, knowing it was inevitable.
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"Go away," Vegeta grunted, turning away from the door, his book cradled in his arms as he read.
The knocking persisted.
"I said, go away."
"Come on Vegeta," 18 urged through the door. "We're all really sorry. You can't seriously be that mad."
"I know," 17 added. "You sort of deserved this after what you did to Bulma."
Vegeta's head suddenly appeared before his band mates, causing them all to jump back. His mother, who stood behind them all, couldn't decide whether she wanted to glare or smile. Vegeta glared.
"When I want to be around traitors I'll call you," he hissed, about to slam the door, when 18 flung out her arm and blocked his way.
"You can't stay mad forever, you know. Besides, Jun's been wanting to see us all. Especially you. She doesn't appreciate you flying off to Europe again."
"And I don't appreciate being the last to know I'm going to be a father. I bet Jun even knew, huh? She was probably having a ball keeping it from me, too. Stupid wench."
"Vegeta," Goku said. "Whether you're mad at us or not you still need to see Jun. Now that the world knows Bulma is pregnant, they're going to know you're the father. We need a strategy."
"Correction," Vegeta said. "You need a strategy. I'm out."
"Out? Out of what?"
"The band, your lives, the public eye. Take your pick. I'm sick of this life, and I'm sick of all of you."
"You can't do that!" 18 snapped, wanting nothing more than to strangle him.
"Like hell I can't!"
"She's right," 17 said, smiling. "You can't. We all signed the new contract last month. Three more tours and two more albums, minimum."
This time when Vegeta tried to slam the door he was successful.
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Bulma awoke with a start, her hands instantly going for her belly, tears staining her cheeks. She looked frantically around the room, her eyes straining in the darkness. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it.
Without thinking, she grabbed the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Hello?" came a groggy, angry voice.
"Vegeta," she cried softly, her blankets pulled up to her as if for protection.
"Woman?" His sleepiness quickly lifted.
"I-I-I…Oh Kami…I just had the worst nightmare."
On the other end Vegeta sighed with relief. And he thought it was something serious.
"I went into labor," she whimpered. "But I wasn't ready yet and the baby he…he was so small and weak and he wasn't even strong enough to cry!"
"Do you need me to come over or something?" he asked, regretting the words the moment they passed his lips. Why wasn't she calling her new boyfriend? And what happened to them being enemies? For three days he'd heard nothing from her, and now she's crying on the phone at two in the morning because of a silly nightmare.
"No," she sighed. "No. I can't keep trying to rebuild something with you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I'm screwing everything up. We're not meant to have any kind of a relationship and my heart refuses to believe that. Just forget I called. Good night."
The line went dead before he had a chance to respond. He hung up the phone, settled back into his warm blankets, and closed his eyes. But sleep wouldn't come.
Angrily he got out of bed, slipped on his boots, and trudged downstairs to his car. So what if they shouldn't see each other. Besides, no one had to know he went over. He'd be gone before morning.
As he was backing out of the driveway he had second thoughts, but quickly dismissed them. He wanted to see her and he wasn't about to let her get in the way of that. He'd never felt so strongly about someone in all his life, and, at that exact moment, he vowed he would do anything in his power to win her back. She was his and no one would stop him.
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"Vegeta!" Bulma screeched, scrambling out of bed and away from him. She'd been having such a peaceful dream in contrast to her last one, only to wake up and nearly have a heart attack when she found someone in her bed with her. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
He stepped back, looking almost hurt, but his anger quickly took over.
"You were practically begging me to come over when you called, woman! Kami! I do what you want and you bitch. Can I do nothing right?"
"Vegeta, what are you talking about? I said NOT to come over. I overreacted with the nightmare. I get mood swings, you know. It's part of being pregnant. Plus, that dream really freaked me out."
"You can't say you didn't want me here."
"Yes I can, Vegeta," she sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I meant it when I said we had to be enemies. I didn't just mean in front of everyone else. We have to be enemies for ourselves. I can't go on loving you, so I have to hate you instead. It's the only way I can go on and have a real life. Please don't take that from me."
"But you love me, you said it right there," Vegeta protested angrily, taking a few very bold steps forward, until there was only about a foot between them. "Just be with me. Stop fighting yourself. You're only going to hurt more."
"You're the only person who's hurt me, Vegeta," she said icily. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. I have a final tomorrow and I don't want to fail because I fell asleep halfway through it."
"Why are you doing this!" he snapped, grabbing her almost violently by the arms. For a split second Bulma feared for her baby, but one look his eyes told her she was safe, physically. "When I took you to Europe you resisted me too. In the desert you wanted to be with me and I was the one who said no. Now you're saying no and we both want it."
"No," she said through her teeth, as she wriggled out of his grasp. "You're the one who wants to be with me. I don't want you. Don't you get it, Vegeta? You're an idea. You're intangible. I want the past and that's something I can never have back. The only reason I still love you is because you'll always be Vegeta. You were when I loved you and you'll never stop being this way. What's changed is what you did, and that's why I can honestly say that I don't want you back. Ever."
"You're lying!" He grabbed her arms once again, and pulled to her him, forcing his lips on her. She didn't hesitate for a second and shoved him back, giving him a hard slap across the face for good measure.
"Look, Vegeta. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to forget about me as anything other than the mother of your son. That's all I am now. I don't care if you go off with a million other girls, so long as you're a good father to Trunks."
"You can't do this," he said acidly. This time Bulma couldn't distinguish the look in his eyes. Now she was getting a little scared.
"Please go home and get some sleep. I'll call you in a few days and we can take a trip to the doctor's."
"You won't even consider it?"
"Did you consider my feelings when you got in bed with that woman four months ago?"
Vegeta nodded and headed for the door. Bulma held her breath until she heard him drive away, then broke down and cried into her pillow until she was exhausted.
"I do want you," she whispered, hugging her belly. "Why did you have to hurt me like that?"
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"He what!" 17 baulked, nearly dropping the engine part Bulma had asked him to hold. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was," Bulma sighed. She poked her out from under the motorcycle and frowned. Her face was covered in grease, which normally would have made 17 laughed, if not for the drastic change in the conversation. "Ok, I think I'm ready for that now."
17 leaned down and handed Bulma the part she needed, watching curiously as she put it in place, connected a few things, and stood up.
"There. All done. Enjoy."
"You didn't have to do this for me," he said, eyeing his beautiful new ride.
"Oh come on. Like it's difficult. Besides, I work when I'm stressed, so inadvertently you helped me calm my nerves."
"Speaking of nerves."
"Yeah, I know. You're still on the Vegeta thing." She walked over to her sink and turned on the water to scrub her hands. "Shoot."
"I'm really concerned about him."
"Has he ever been put on medication?"
"His mom tried, but he refused. Besides, what I mean is his behavior lately. Ever since you two broke up he's been less and less himself. And now this. He practically begged you to be his girlfriend again. He's never given a girl more than a few minutes to agree to go back to his room, but with you it's like his patience is infinite."
"Patience?" Bulma laughed.
"You know what I mean. You get to him in this way that I can't describe. It's like with you and your machines. You obsess over them until they're done. Until they're the way you want them."
"You think Vegeta's obsessing over me?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, 17. You come up with a lot of crazy stuff. I think you and Maris have been hanging out too much lately."
"Why is that so hard to believe? Think about it."
"I'm sorry, but you're just not making any sense to me. You can't possibly know what he's thinking because you said he's never been like this before, therefore he isn't being himself, and you know him the way he used to be, ergo you don't know him and don't know what's going on."
"Sometimes I really hate how smart you are," 17 said through his teeth, though there was a hint of a laugh in his voice. "Get cleaned up. I'll buy you an ice cream."
"Oh goodie! Can I have a cherry on top? Oh pretty please!"
"I don't know how I can stand you sometimes," 17 sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh stop." She slung her arm around his shoulder, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek. "You love me and you know it."
"Yeah," he said. "But you sure as hell don't make it easy."
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---Chapter 10! :) Wow. Am I amazing or what? :P Heehee. I'm really impressed with the way that chapter went. I got stuck halfway through, but then the nightmare idea came to me and it went from there. Now I'm on a roll and I know exactly what I want to do next.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)
Next time: A whole lot more fun! :D
Note: I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, because I'm going to be busy Saturday and Sunday, so the next chapter may not be out until Monday or Tuesday, but try to bear with me. I have a lot to do in a short amount of time and I'm still getting these chapters done! I'm losing sleep so you better appreciate me :P