Disclaimer: (I thought I should start doing these so I don't get sued or anything...unlikely...but just in case) Main characters: I own Bunny. I own Sophie (she's my bi-atch). And Leggy owns herself…Stephen King owns the other characters (duh) but Rob Reiner owns the gorgeousness of the other characters because he gave them gorgeousness in the movie! All hail Rob Reiner! And any of the other characters that you see are also mine. All mine. Like the pube I can see on my bed……………………………………………………

Author's Note(s): Well. AOH is back baby! Woo! Really hope I don't neglect this fic though…this one's my ickle baby. And I love all you dudes who've reviewed! I would have updated the other night but four things have happened: 1. I went in the shower, only planning to be in for about ten/fifteen minutes, and got distracted by the new shower curtain, it's made of nylon and it absorbs the water sort of thing…so it kept sticking to my arm, and I was just like 'cool…' and sticking myself to the new shower curtain for about an hour. 2. The boy problems are sort of back but not as bad…gah. I hate myself. 3. I felt really sick earlier because I had way too much ben and jerry's cookie dough…I know! Even ice-cream is against me now! And 4. Fanfiction decided to be a giant poo face and I couldn't upload anything! But on with the chapter (and I have no idea where it will lead :smiles sheepishly:)

#Chapter Eight – Pudding, Drunks and Mad Blinking#

"Wow. That was fun." Leggy said as we walked through the front door of Aurora's house. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not, and I didn't really care. I just wanted sleep, sweet heavenly sleep.

We'd stayed at the hospital a few more hours, Sophie hadn't woken up and Eyeball said the guys were coming to pick him up so that they could celebrate 'Cobra style'. I wanted to avoid running into Ace again and Leggy sensed that, she was the one who had suggested we leave before Eyeball. Maybe she really does have ESP…the milkshake incident and now that…spooky.

She dropped our bags onto the floor as she looked around, "I wonder where the kitchen is…" She wandered away into the reception room as I closed and locked the front door; Eyeball had given us a spare key.

"You want anything?" I heard her call from what seemed like miles away. This house really was huge.

"Depends what there is." I wandered off to search for her, noticing the 'waters of Sophie' puddle near the stairs and decided that we should clean that up before the love birds got home with Lila.

I found Leggy a few moments later in a pristine white kitchen with marble tiles and stainless steel fittings. She was doing a typical Leggy thing: rummaging in the fridge.

"Guess what I found…" She said in a sing-song voice, she must have heard the swing doors swing shut behind me?

"What have you found?" I said in an un-amused voice, wondering what sort of delights would be hidden in the magical fridge. Sarcasm ahoy.

Leggy shut the fridge door by nudging it with her hip, in her hands she held the most fantastic drool worthy thing I have ever seen (no. not Ace). In her hands was a giant bowl of fudgy chocolaty gooey pudding stuff…unless Aurora's family had a thing for refrigerating their poop.

Our eyes wide, staring at the loveliness in the bowl, I spoke what was on both of our minds: "Get me a spoon!"

Leggy was already prepared, she picked up two spoons that she had already gotten out and put on the worktop. And it's a good job she was prepared because one more moment of looking at that pudding stuff and I would have just shoved my head right into the bowl.

We immediately began devouring it – after Leggy's ceremonial smelling ritual, her exact words were: "mmmmmmm…num nums" – don't ask. I don't know what num nums are either, or maybe it was just a weird Leggy phrase…yeah, that was probably it.

#half an hour later#

Sprawled out on white leather, me sat sideways in the armchair, leggy laid on the sofa. Chocolate probably smeared around our faces.

"Can't eat anymore. Stomach full." Leggy said looking into the almost empty bowl. "But arm won't stop feeding me." She forced in another spoonful.

"How much is left?" I grumbled, licking my spoon.

She lifted the bowl up to show me, "Just a few more mouthfuls." She replied, sputtering pudding everywhere.

I giggled at the sight and declared, "We can do it! As God and that sculpture of a naked lady over there as our witness's. We will finish the pudding!" I held up my spoon for some strange reason.

Leggy cheered, sputtering even more pudding everywhere. "Hey B?"

"Yes, Leggy-poos?"

"Do you think there's something in the pudding?"

My mind went to drugs, but no, Aurora's family wasn't like that…although it could explain the fancy house and cars…I smelt my spoon.

"Uh-oh. There's rum in it."

"To hell with it! I say we finish the pudding!" Leggy said, stumbling over to me.

"I agree, Leggy-poos!"

So we finished the pudding.

#some time later…very later…#

Ouch. My head hurt. It felt like someone was trapped in my brain and trying to kick their way out. Banging noises.

I looked around, the lights were off. I waited for a few moments for my eyes to adjust; even though everything was blurry I could pick out Leggy – passed out on the glass coffee table. That was an accident waiting to happen.

The banging was still going on in my head…there couldn't have been that much rum in that bloody pudding could there? I stood up, after a few attempts of pushing myself out of the leather chair, and felt dizzy.

Holding my head, I looked towards the hall and then the other door which lead to the kitchen, wondering where the bathroom could be, or one of the bathrooms.

I walked towards the hall; the banging noise got louder – what the hell? - And there were voices…oh fuck someone was trying to break in…and doing a pretty crap job at it too. But then again, nobody knew me and Leggy were here, everybody probably thought the house was empty. Oh shit.

Looking around at some means of a weapon to defend myself, I considered whether or not to wake Leggy up, she was braver than me. And I could phone the police while she went to kick burglar butt. No, that was selfish of me. I could here at least three different voices, male voices. Three men against two girls – no way, they could do more than just burgle the place.

I finally picked up an iron poker that was near the fireplace, nudging Leggy to wake her up. She hit me in the face without waking up. I'd forgotten how much of a deep sleeper she could be after drinking. Damn.

So, it was three men against one girl. Crap crap crap crap crap CRAP! The element of surprise was a weapon itself. Maybe if I just ran into the hall, opened the front and swung the poker around a few times I might knock or seriously injure them? I hoped so.

I ran screaming, through the darkness, into the hall, the porch light was on – they really were shit burglars – opened the door and swung the poker around a few times with my eyes closed. It didn't meet anything.

I opened my eyes, wondering what had happened, if I had just imagined the whole thing. My eyes squinted because of the porch light; I could make out two people.

"Hey Jul – I mean…Bunny." The laughter that followed after I recognized as Eyeball's. "I was wondering when you were guna let me in."

My eyes had begun to adjust, Eyeball was leaning on Vince, Vince also looked drunk, joining in on Eyeball's laughter, but Eyeball was beyond drunk, he was wasted.

"Come on you homos. I don't really want to hang around here, okay?" A voice said, as I heard footsteps come from the right of the porch towards the door. The voice was Ace's.

Vince had walked past me into the hall, dragging Eyeball, and continued into the reception room. I was alone on the porch, my only company was the sound of the footsteps that belonged to the man I love coming closer every second.

I still held the iron poker. I must have been a sight because he froze when he saw me.

"Juliette." He whispered, his eyes showing me an emotion that I couldn't put a name to.

I'd forgotten how beautiful my name sounded when he spoke it, but Juliette wasn't my name. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I didn't know what to do, part of me wanted to bury myself into his chest, cry and say how much I've missed him and how much I love him. And the other part wanted to beat the hell out of him with the iron poker because of what I'd seen at the diner. That red head.

I started crying so suddenly, that it surprised both of us, and I couldn't stop it. After so many months of longing, to finally to be so close to what I wanted, to what I needed, and yet it still be so far out of reach. I dropped the iron poker and covered my face with my hands, my shoulders shaking. That red head.

I turned and ran, bumping into Vince as I did so, into the hall and up the stairs. I ran whichever way my legs took me, not knowing what room I was being lead to. I slammed the door behind me and turning the lock, a bedroom, crying loudly, not caring if they could here me downstairs.

There was a pounding at the door, and I could feel it move on my back with the force, "Blue." Ace, his nickname for me. The memories of what we had and how I might never have them again made me cry even harder.

"Blue, open the fucking door." I didn't move, tried to stay quiet, keeping the crying noises to whimpering sounds. "NOW!"

I cried, how I cried. I managed to speak. "Why should I?"

"Because we need to talk." His voice became softer, coaxing.

"Then talk." I said harshly, wiping my eyes on my sleeve and managing to get a load of dust in my eye. I hadn't changed my clothes from when I crashed the car into the ditch.

"Not like this." His voice desperate.

I blinked madly, searching the room for a clean towel, something, anything.

"Baby?"

"Don't 'baby' me John Merrill Junior." I yelled at the door, looking through the drawers. "Not after what you've done!"

"What? You mean that red-head? That's nothing! She's nothing!" A few more aggressive bangs at the door.

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. What could I have said? I forgive you? Fuck no. I found a cloth and began to wipe my eye with it, soon regaining some sort of sight…well…blurry sight.

"You were the one who left Julie. Just remember that." The hurt in his voice shot through me and I felt weak and guilty. He was Ace Merrill, tough guy, how could a stupid lying girl like me hurt him?

He wasn't near the door anymore; I could hear his footsteps grow quieter as he walked down the hall. I was ashamed of myself, not only for leaving and hurting him, but, he just gave me a second chance, and I just blew it. I couldn't let him go. What the hell was I thinking? I loved him? Why was I letting him walking away? Why was I stood with a cloth held on my eye having all these thoughts and not doing a god damn thing about them?

I ran to the door, unlocked it, opened it, and ran through it.

He turned around.

#Author's Note#

A lovely cliffhanger for you all…Mwhahahahaha! I promise I will try to update within at least two weeks, maybe sooner, since I am on this crazy sort of updating frenzy. But this chappie is longer than I planned it to be, so be grateful! I love you all! Review you gorgeous dudes!