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Okay, Thanks for the reviews. I'm not hurt or angry about Galasriniel's comment or anything, and thanks for the advice. (This is not just to her. It's just to clear things up. )

But I did mention that I knew about the spelling errors, and that I use spell check. It's just that spell check doesn't pick up everything. It just picks up the things it was programmed to let you know that this is incorrect. It's just that I can't go back and fix them, because I don't want to delete the whole chapter. I don't have the time to do all that. Plus patience.

And besides, I don't let anyone else check my work. I know I should, it's just that I don't have anyone around the house I could just ask "Oh hey can you check my phanfic? Okay thanks!" And when I reread it, I don't find the mistakes as easily as you do because I'm the one who wrote/typed this.

Again, I'm not angry or hurt or anything. I know it sounds it, but I'm just explaining the whole spelling mishaps and everything. One day I will go back and redo these chapters and fix them, but it won't be now, or tomorrow, or next week.

Now, onto the story!

Monique was brushing her hair lightly. In her room, thanks to Bayard, she had a vanity mirror and a desk to go with it. She stared at herself and sighed. Nothing too interesting staring back, really.

She woke up early the day of practice. She wanted to be ready. Although, she remained in her night gown because she felt far to sluggish to actually change.

Boredom was taking its tole on her. She decided to look into the play a little more. As she flipped through the pages, her boredom slowly died off. 'Let's see… their meeting, there infatuation, their love…and so on and so forth…' she said in her mind. Boredom was coming back again.

She was almost completely over taken by it. Well, until she came across a part she didn't like to much. Her eyes widened and she continued to read down the script.

' "Oh Ethan your so handsome; I hope you return the feelings I have for you." And with that, they lovers shared a sweet kiss.' Monique stopped reading. She stared at the script for a little while longer, then felt like hitting her head against her dress.

"I have to kiss that flaky, fake jerk? No! If I do, he'll take it out of context! And what if Erik—"Monique stopped what she was saying. '…what would Erik do? Probably get really mad, because he knows I am not fond of him at all……' she thought to herself. Then she forgot all about her script, and tried to figure out what Erik was so upset about the last evening.

"Lets see…I told him to hide under my bed, I don't think he liked that idea much, but it was the fastest thing I could think of and I doubt it would get so upset over something so little as that. I let Vachel in…he was close to me, but I backed away from him…then I said something…then he got closer…then I said—" Monique stopped and gave a horrified expression.

"Oh no…he asked if I loved him, and I wasn't really taking note to his words, and I said yes! Oh no! I must correct this!" she said bolting to the door. She stopped then looked down. She laughed nervously a little.

"Well…perhaps I should change first…" she said.

Erik waited as patience as he could. It was slowly slipping by, but he remained strong. Dawn was soon to come, and he hadn't slept once. He was too confused by everything. What he thought once, he thought in a different way now.

"I do love Christine...don't I? I suppose I did...but this feeling has come back, but Christine does not occupy it any longer. That little thief...stealing my heart without me even noticing..." he said to himself. Funny thing is, he was talking about Monique.

"Well, there's nothing to it. I guess I should just confess my feeling, even though I'm still confused. I hope we have no...interruptions..." Erik said. He felt somewhat of a small twitch by his right eye. It stopped after a minute.

He headed to her room, slowly though. It was still early, and he didn't want to burst into her room while she was sleeping. Even though he's done it before...

That didn't count. Well, to him at least it didn't.

He sighed uncomfortably. He didn't even know what to say. 'Hey, I just found out I love you, want to forget everyone you know and live with me?' , didn't seem to look so romantic. And it didn't really work the last time he used that apporch either. He gave it a few more minutes.

"Lets see...how about...I might have feelings for you, but I am not sure yet. Its all very confusing..." he talked on, but stopped. No. That won't do. He sighed again.

"Well, I might as well just get it on with." he said knocking on her ceiling.

"You can come in, Erik!" she called. Surprisingly, she sounded awake. Must be a morning person.
As Erik out of the ceiling onto the chair, his back was to Monique. When he turned to look at her, his eyes widened and he turned his back to her again.

"I...umm...sorry..." he said starting to blush. She was in her undergarments. She giggled a little.
"Why so nerve, Erik? I've woren worse things then this. You've seen them!" she said with a smile. His back was still turned away. She laughed a little now.

"My goodness Erik, you act as if you've never seen a woman in a corest..." she said shaking her head. 'Well, its not like I see it everyday!' he thought to himself. And he had seen a woman in her undergarments before, he saw Christine...

Although, Christine wasn't as...curvey as Monique. 'Oh no...' he thought. He was begnning to think impure thoughts. And impure thoughts usually lead to...

OH NO.

"Uhh...I must leave right now. I'll come back later today...I just need to leave...NOW." he said jumping on the chair and moving the door a little. He as gone as fast as he came in. Monique was a little puzzled.

"Well...okay then..." she said with a confused expression. He was a confusing man, indeed. But that's what made him...different. Monique smiled.