AN: Hey, guys. I need more feedback on the story. I don't know if people are even still interested in the story so I've had a lack of motivation. I've been working on other writing projects and I would like to write other fanfictions, but I want to finish this one first. You don't need to necessarily favorite or follow this. A review with what you think of it so far or where you think the story will go would be just enough to keep me going.

Also, sorry about the gap between updates.

Wheatley was surprised at how friendly all the humans were in this town. They all wanted to talk to him to hear his accent and he was more than happy to oblige. He was really enjoying so much positive attention. It made Chell smile to see him like this and that made him even happier.

At twilight, Wheatley and Chell sat on the porch of the house they were staying in and watched the sun set. They briefly discussed their time in Aperture, but this conversation often swerved toward Wheatley obsessing over Nora. Then they talked about how nice it was to travel and how bored they had been before.

"If I wasn't here right now," Chell said, "I'd just be back in my apartment with Ben and listening to the old woman a few doors down singing along to her records."

"I can top that!" Wheatley said. "I'd be up in space right now orbiting around the earth all by myself! I was actually pretty lucky to be caught in the orbit."

"I'd say," Chell said, smiling.

Chell's thoughts wandered to that fateful event that changed her life drastically. Chell had tried so hard to hold onto him. She had even tightened her grip when she had seen GLaDOS' claw reaching out for Wheatley, but her human strength had been no match for the machine's.

"I'm sorry that I let you go," she said quietly.

"What was that?"

"I should have held onto you tighter when we were out in space," she continued. "I feel awful about sending you to space."

"Hold on a second," Wheatley said. "I'm confused. Wasn't that your intention when you shot a portal at the moon?"

"What? No!" Chell said with disbelief. "Did you really think that? I was desperate! I didn't want to die!"

"See! I'm the one who should be sorry!" Wheatley said. "I tried to kill you with bloody bombs! How can you forgive me so easily?! I wouldn't be able to forgive someone for doing that!"

"You're my friend, Wheatley," Chell said. "Maybe even my best friend. I just enjoy being around you, and I don't need you to try to make us even when I have already forgiven you. Can we just be friends now and not have ill feelings like guilt between us?"

Wheatley opened his mouth to argue this but how could he? She had just admitted that he was her best friend. She did more than tolerate him. She actually liked being around him. This was a rare find.

"Alright, we're even," Wheatley said. "Now, uh….what do friends do exactly?"

Chell smiled. "Well, let's get to know each other. What's your favorite color?"

"My favorite color?" Wheatley asked. "I've never really thought about it before…." He gave it a moment's thought. "I would have to say….I'd have to go with purple."

"Really?" Chell asked. "Didn't you say that was the color of your friend's eye? Nora, right?"

Wheatley felt his cheeks warm up and he began to panic. "Ah! My face! It's suddenly really hot! Am I on fire?!"

Chell giggled a little. "No, you're just blushing, Wheatley," she said. "It's what happens when you become embarrassed or angry. Blood rushes to your face."

"Am I going to start bleeding?!"

"No! Of course not. It's nothing to worry about. You're just embarrassed because I caught you obsessing over your 'friend.'"

"What's that you did with your fingers? Oh, I get it! Those are air-quotes! You were being sarcastic when you called Nora my friend."

"She's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Chell asked with a sly smile.

Wheatley looked down and frowned. "I don't think so anymore," he said. "I'm pretty sure she hates me."

"What, because of what happened when you were put into the mainframe?" Chell asked.

"There's…more to it than you know," Wheatley said with obvious discomfort. "I don't really want to get into it right now."

"You hurt her, didn't you?" Chell asked. "You said something to make her feel insignificant, am I right?"

Wheatley contemplated telling her about the physical abuse, but he didn't want his only friend to think less of him. "Yeah, that's right," he said. "I said some pretty nasty things to her. Things that I don't think she could ever forgive me for. I mean I really poked at just the right nerves to hurt her."

"You were pretty mean when you were in the mainframe," Chell said. "I can admit that much. I don't know her so I don't what you can do to make her forgive you. What I suggest is some kind of romantic feat to impress her."

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure. She's your girlfriend, not mine."

"She won't forgive me anyway," Wheatley pouted. "I might as well not even try."

"Weren't you given that human body for a reason?" Chell reminded him.

Wheatley looked at her. "Do you really think that I could come up with some kind of romantic-thingy to make her forgive me?"

Chell shrugged. "You never know unless you try," she said. "I live by that philosophy now."

"I guess I can try to think of something," Wheatley said.

"I'll suggest some romantic movies for inspiration."