I present to you Chapter 6... a short, dull, ever so slightly humorous chapter with just a pinch of Cleon-flaming. It's not long now until the end of this fanfiction. Just two more chapters after this one. And you all need to mourn for me, because the school holidays are ending. Back to school on Monday. So the last chapter will be posted slightly later than usual.

But I have good news - I've started another modern Kel fanfiction! So we can all rejoice! Yay! It's nothing like this one. It's going to be a lot more humorous.

Hope you like the chapter, as per usual the next chapter will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy, and please review!


"What did you think of her?" Neal asked, returning to the group of his friends in his bachelor pad. Shinko and Ermelian were engaged in a conversation about something the guys didn't have a clue about, and weren't listening.

"She was really quiet," remarked Seaver. "She hardly talked to any of us except you."

"Well, she doesn't know you!" Neal replied defensively.

"She hardly knows you, either," Merric smirked. He was always smirking.

"Yeah, you just invited her round 'cos you wanted us to think she was your new girlfriend," Cleon added, folding his arms over his chest like he thought he was extremely clever for voicing this statement.

Neal just shrugged and replied, "Well, she's really nice, she's pretty, but I've only known her two weeks. Give me some credit!"

"Two weeks!" Roald snorted, sending Cleon into a fit of hysterical laughter. Neal glared at the grey-eyed redhead until slowly his laughter turned into a choking cough, then faded away completely.

"Look, I think I know her pretty well - her personality, anyway, so just stop with the 'two week coffee shop' thing already!"

"Neal, you're acting like a love struck retard. Just stop." Seaver hadn't said much, but he was always the first to call someone a retard. It was probably his favourite word.

"Yeah, Neal. She's mine."

"Don't get your hopes up, Merric. The way she glared at Cleon, I don't think she likes redheads," Roald said lightly. (A/N Merric does have red hair, right? Well - if he doesn't, let's just pretend he does.)

"Why don't we just return to the original question?" Neal asked, perching on the arm of the sofa.

"You're just changing the subject 'cos you don't want anyone else to announce their undying love for her, like Merric did! Can't take the competition, can you?"

Neal rolled his eyes. "You said it yourself - she hardly talked to any of you lot. I really don't think she's going to be interested in any of you."

"Okay, guys, stop flaming each other to a crisp," Roald said, shooting a look at Merric, who was about to shout at Neal for being so modest. "Neal, she seems really nice and she's really pretty, and I'm happy that you got yourself a new friend. And possibly a new girlfriend."

"Yeah. Me too," Neal murmured, more to himself than anyone else. His eyes glazed for a few moments as he wondered what Kel was doing at that moment, then resolved to get to know her much better at their little coffee shop conversations in the mornings.