(A/N) HEY! Thanks for bearing with me… It's been forever and three days since I've added another chapter. I know I've lost some good readers, but I hope I can get all you back along with some awesome new ones. Please leave reviews!

This is more of a transition paragraph to get my blood flowing to my fingers again. The plot should thicken soon!

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Kat ran out down the pathway to the front of her apartment complex. There were no lampposts on her street and the darkness always made her feel slightly paranoid. She quietly shut the iron gate that had the keypad lock to get back in. Kat hesitated, peering down the row of cars parked along the street without a clue as to what Spot's car looked like. A sharp whistle cut through the night, causing Kat to jump slightly and look in the direction it came from. Headlights flashed once, and she steadied her breath while walking toward the car. It was a new BMW, shiny black with a sleek frame. As she neared it, Spot grinned from behind the wheel.

"You gonna hop in, or will I wait here all night?" Spot laughed and started the engine. Kat went around to the passenger side and sat down in the black leather seat. She looked shyly at Spot as he reversed out of the diagonal space, having no idea what to say.

"Night's been treating you well?" He asked, shifting into a higher gear as they raced down the nearly empty on-ramp for the freeway.

"It is now." Kat remarked simply. Spot turned to look at the girl next to him, who met his gaze with a faint smile crossing her fox-like features. He laughed inwardly. This was going to be a battle; they could see right through each other's games. They were both, by turns, bold, coy and insinuating. Spot turned up the volume to the expensive stereo system he had installed. Black Sabbath's Iron Man played, resounding from the rolled-up tinted windows throughout the car.

"So where to, Kitty Kat?" he asked, grinning as she groaned at the nickname.

"Anywhere you want to be right now?" She asked, hands gripping the seat as he sped down the lane next to the median.

"I'm already where I want to be." He spoke nonchalantly. "Did you want to go anywhere, or do you want to go back to my house?"

"I don't care all that much." Kat said.

"We'll just go to my house." Spot said, changing all the lanes at once on the empty freeway to make it to the exit he wanted.

"I know Blink might have said something to you regarding my reputation, but just because we're going to your house alone, don't get any ideas." Kat was aware that guys thought she was easy. Well stuff that, she thought. Kat's attitude toward sex and parties was very nonchalant, but she was always careful and never 'easy'. She had her limits.

Spot looked at her and started to laugh loudly.

"Defensive much? I don't bite. And don't worry doll, you're safe." He signaled with his blinker and turned left, stopping at the gate and waving to the security guard. The gate slid open on electric rollers without a sound. A huge house loomed on a hill, growing larger as they neared it. Kat was instantly reminded of Batman's mansion.

The house was massive, some parts of the stone walls were covered in ivory, and massive dark wood doors rose past wrought iron gates. Spot drove the BMW around back and parked it.

"I'll leave it outside so I don't have to get it out of the garage to take you home." Said Spot, putting his hand on Kat's lower back to lead her toward the back door of the house.

Kat stared in awe at the house. Only a few lights were on among the expanse of windows that sprinkled the mansion. Spot opened the back door and allowed her to go in first. Kat found herself in a huge kitchen with marble countertops.

"Four ovens?" Asked Kat jokingly. "You don't look like a big eater."

"You'd be surprised" Said Spot, walking over to the fridge and pulling out sodas. "Regular or Diet?"

"Diet, please." Spot handed her the can. She opened it up and took a sip.

"The four ovens are for entertaining. I always hate the big dinner parties." Spot grabbed a glass of ice to put his Coke into. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

Ignoring the grand, sweeping marble staircase, Spot went down a hallway until he reached a narrow, spiraling iron staircase.

"This is the way I use to get to the East Wing, so it doesn't echo in the marble hall and wake up the 'rents." He said, beckoning her to follow him up.

"East wing?" She asked.

"I'm an only child, so I get a suite to myself."

"Oh." They walked down a dark hall past many shut doors and Kat tried to remember the way they were taking. She lost count after their second left turn.

Spot stopped in front of a pair of double doors, pulling his keys from where they hung on his belt loop to unlock the door. They stepped into a dark room, and Kat squinted her eyes, unable to see. Spot flipped a few switches, and light fell from dim lamps onto a huge room with guitars, amps, basses, a grand piano and a complete drum set. There were a couple couches, and a table. Kat walked over and sat down, staring at her new surroundings.

"The band uses this as practice space." Said Spot sitting next to her.

"Your parents don't mind?"

"Nah, they're on the other side of the house. Besides, it's soundproof." Spot smiled wickedly at her. Kat blushed, without knowing why.

"Can you play?" She asked motioning to the piano that took up a whole corner.

"I prefer drums, but I've had piano lessons since I was three." He answered, sipping his soda, the ice cubes clinking in the glass. "But don't ask me to-"

"Play me something." Kat said, cutting him off.

"Aww why? Piano's so…"

"Please? I'd love to hear it. I promise I'll be impressed." Kat looked at him imploringly. Spot scowled but crossed the room and sat at the shiny black bench.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Just play whatever sheet music you have in front of you." Said Kat. Spot looked at what was in front of him and groaned.

"Promise you won't laugh at what song it is." Kat nodded at him and he began to play Elton John's Tiny Dancer.

"Gonna sing it too?" Laughed Kat.

"Are you trying to kill me?"