Makok's Message: Alright. Here we are. Double update for Homecoming. And since it's a double update I'll make only one Author's Note. Homecoming is a chapter I've been looking forward to for a long time. I originally thought of it as Prom, but as time went on I thought that that was a little to long to wait and that it made more sense for it to be Homecoming. But that happens. You get new ideas, scrap old ones, or just reorder the ones you have. So, while the idea for this has been bouncing around my brain space for over six months, some stuff was thrown in at the spur of the moment. And I think those are some best parts of this. Perhaps Luan Mao was on to something with the whole "work only under deadline pressure" thing.

Anyway, Ch120 is the cutoff for the next bonus chapter, everyone who has reviewed at least ten(10) chapters between 101 and 120 will be receiving it via e-mail(once i count all the reviews -shudder- and write it.)


Okay, I'll admit it, I'm really starting to enjoy the whole cheerleading thing. I had a lot of fun at the game today. With everyone that was there for homecoming, the place was packed tighter than a can of sardines. And hearing them all cheering with us was...kind of awesome actually. And the place exploded when I did my dive off the pyramid. Totally worth all the time I spent convincing Cameron, Tashaya, and Coach Baum that I could do it without breaking my neck.

After that it was big rush to get me ready for the dance. Well, all the cheerleaders bolted after the game to get ready. I looked fucking casual about it in comparison. Still, there was a lot of running around to get my hair done and still have time to get dressed and then pick up Dillon. I'm still pissed about that.

Marcus insisted on picking up Dillon and driving us both to the dance. He refused to let me hire a car no matter how much I begged him. He said he didn't want me flashing money around that I shouldn't have. Like he needs to worry about that. He has no idea how much money I have. I could have hosted this fucking thing, and prom, and not make a dent in my suitcase cash.

Anyway, we still ended up with time to kill before we were supposed to go pick up Dillon, so now I'm sitting her chomping at the bit to go make my big duckling-to-swan appearance. Dave's eyes are going to pop out of his head when he sees me and then he's going to drown in his own drool. Hopefully there'll be some pants jizzing too.

God I can't wait. This is going to be fucking AWESOME!