A/N: Hey! I'm back! Sorry for the wait, school is time consuming :/ but hey, I figured I'd get this out on Valentine's Day 3 so last time it was revealed it'll be Fawn's 21st bday today! So that's happening. Some stuff goes down lol hope you like that. By the way, with the changing POV, remember people like Junior won't really notice much. Thank you all those who reviewed! Sorry I forgot to PM a thank you to you Teenage Mexican Master Chief, so I'll thank you now (if you're reading this still lol) alright enjoy!

Chapter 32: Party

Bowser Junior

"Come ooooooon!" I yelled, jumping up and down on Fawn sleeping. "Wake up!"

"Oof!" she groaned, finally waking up from me jumping on her. I got off as she sat up. She'd been oversleeping in our blue tent in the woods. I had to sleep in the girls' tent because there were too many in the boys'. That was lame...but I got to sleep in the same tent as Mama and Fawn. That was cool.

"Hm...wha?" she muttered sleepily, sitting up and blinking her eyes.

"Happy birthday!" I cheered, giving her a hug.

"Oh...what?" she muttered. She probably forgot it was her birthday.

"Come on, everybody's waiting for you!" I yelled, grabbing her hand and dragging her in to a sitting position.

"Wha...?" she muttered, as I half dragged her out of the tent.

The morning light shined at us when we walked outside, and we were greeted by everyone waiting in a neat line.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" we all cheered.

She blinked. "...Can I go back to sleep now?"

Fawn

I sat in my room, nervously fiddling with the tattered ends of my dress. When we returned from the trip, I learned that the whole trip had just been a way to get me out of the castle so that they could throw me a surprise party...although there were still some preparations to be made, so I had to wait in here.

My feelings were very mixed about this. I was very happy that they'd throw me a party; overjoyed to be honest. It meant they cared! Bowser did still care...but I was also very anxious. This is my first birthday party with friends outside the village...

What if I trip and fall? Oh, it'd be so embarrassing; everyone would laugh at me. And then I may break something they all tried so hard to prepare! What if I spill punch on myself? I heard Tina's making me a good dress; I'd hate to ruin it! And what if people misinterpret it as blood, and somebody goes to use the restroom, and people think I killed them and I go to jail. That'd be bad. Am I responsible for making sure everyone has a good time? I mean, they threw it, but it is my party… Oh Stars, what if other people that I don't know come?

I began to panic, pacing the floors. Oh geez, maybe I should just cancel it! Maybe I should-

There was a knock at the door. I stopped in place and sighed before answering it. I processed being tackled in to a one armed hug by Tina.

"Happy birthday, cookie!" Tina exclaimed, her perfume filing my nose from our close embrace.

"Oh...hello Tina. How are you?"

She withdrew, still smiling. I noticed she had a dress bag held in the other hand.

"Good! You excited for your big day?"

I hesitated. "Um...well, yeah!"

She frowned, noticing my hesitation. "Something wrong?"

I quickly shook my head. "N-no! Nothing at all! I just...uh-"

"Are you nervous?"

I sighed. She knew me well. "A little..."

She smiled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don't be. It's a small party; it'll be relaxed. It's just like hanging out with them as usual!"

"I guess...but-"

"No buts!" she exclaimed, now unzipping the dress bag. "You're going to this, and that's final. It'll be fine! Besides, you're going to look gorgeous!"

"I don't know...I-"

"Here, try this on," she said, pulling the dress out. "I want to make sure I got it right."

I blinked as I observed the dress. "Oh...it's pretty..."

Bowser

"Hm..." Peach hummed from her place next to me. "Do you think it's ready?"

I scratched my head, ready to answer her question for the third time. I looked around the extra rooms we had in the castle to spare for this private party; it was spacious, but not as much so as Roy's party. We all figured Fawn would want something simple. The rooms were all brown wallpaper with red carpet. Peach had insisted we cover up the 'drab cobblestone'. Strung up on the ceiling was a banner spelling 'Happy Birthday Fawn!' There was a buffet on the right side of the room, with all sorts of food and drink...excluding alcohol. Roy was vying for it, but we decided Fawn's not ready. There was a large stone dining table with a red cloth and chairs for all of us to sit at. In the smaller room to the left of us there was a large sofa with a few bean bag chairs near it in front of a huge TV, with several games hooked up. In the room to the right of us was a room filled with party games Peach insisted on getting. In the back of this room was a door to a balcony.

"It's all fine Peach," I said, half laughing.

"Hm..." she mumbled, still surveying the rooms.

"Well your concerns are frivolous because Fawn shall arrive any moment," Ludwig commented.

"Hm...okay, fine!" Peach finally relented. She turned to me, observing my appearance.

I was in one of my nicer shells. It had gold trimmings tracing my shell and ridges. She wore a magenta dress with a collar and skirt that flared out, with a peach blossom design on the knee length skirt. She looked beautiful.

"Heh. Do I meet your expectations?" I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

She giggled. "You look fine. But uh..." She reached up and brushed back a stray hair. "There."

I grinned, the spot burning from her touch.

"You guys! She's here!" Junior exclaimed as the door opened.

In walked Fawn, sporting a new dress. It was an interesting color, being a dark green. Her collar dipped past her clavicle. Her sleeves were a lighter green and see-through. Her waist was slightly hugged as her dress went down slightly past her knees. Her green eyes, peeping curiously, were popping out at me, amplified by her dress. I think she even had some makeup on! She was stunning.

"Um...it started, right?"

I snapped out of it. Fawn was staring at me, confused. So, I might've been gawking at her like an idiot… Peach ran up to her, hugging her.

"Yep! Happy Birthday!" Peach exclaimed.

Several kids ran up to her and hugged as well, shouting their own happy birthdays as they practically dog piled her.

I eventually realized I should do that too. I laughed boisterously as I walked up to her and bear hugged her, as well as everyone else hugging her. I noticed she smelt like pine. It smelt good.

Everyone released her, and Peach began talking, but for once I wasn't listening.

I was staring at Fawn, suddenly remembering last night. The way she looked last night…the way she looks tonight. I didn't know what to feel. This isn't right.

Why do I feel like this? Fawn's my friend! Damn it, she is! She's one of my only...and Peach is finally showing interest in me! Damn it, why do I have to ruin it like this!? Why is this so confusing!?

Junior

"Huh...you know, why is everyone so quietly?" I noticed.

My family and Fawn were just standing around in the room...uh, what's the word...awkwardly. Yeah, that's it. They were awkward It got like this when we finished hugging her.

"Well, we're waiting for Fawn to answer," Mama Peach said. Oh yeah, she'd asked Fawn what she wanted to do.

"Um...I don't know..." Fawn looked nervous for some reason.

"Well...how about some party games? We've got some in the room over there!" Peach replied.

"U-um...okay..."

We all moved to the next room, with all the party games and stuff.

"Okay guys!" Peach said as cheerfully as she could. "What game should we play?"

"What do we have?" Bowser grunted.

"Um...Twister, board games, karaoke, um..."

Fawn's eyes darted up. "Karaoke might be fun."

Karaoke!? That's so lame! Seems like the other guys thought so too, because some of them groaned. But Peach ignored them.

"Alright, great! Sounds fun! Fawn; why don't you start us off?"

Fawn suddenly got all scared looking; but she gulped as she walked up to the machine, fumbling with the microphone.

Peach set her up, and they picked their song. At first Fawn looked really scared to sing; but once she started, she got over it. She sounded good and happy!

After that, everyone loosened up. We all started laughing and having fun. It was really cool, and we started playing party games! First we played Twister. Bowser got all grumpy when Peach said he was too big to play, but when he was given the job of telling us what to do in the game, he seemed happy with that. Said he 'was meant to boss around anyway.' Then we started playing video games. We played my favorite racing game, Bowser Kart 8! That was fun…except it took a long time to explain it to Fawn. She started saying that 'Bowser Kart' was a weird name, and sounded like it was ripped off from something else, to which Papa told her to 'shut up because it's the best name ever created'. It took her a while to understand how the controls work too; especially when she kept asking us how it works, and whether or not the commands on the controls went to 'a floating Lakitu in the sky that can only live by entertaining children'. She also didn't get the fact that you weren't supposed to drive anywhere; just in a lap. She wondered why anyone would want to drive in a circle three times, and questioned if we were stuck in a never ending loop of time in the game. I don't get her. But it was funny when she fell over in pin the tail on the donkey, and ended up pinning Papa's tail! But she was weird with the cake cutting.

"Happy birthday to you!" we all cheered, serving her, from her seat at the head of the stone table, the giant cake. The cake was a giant ice cream cake, with Bowser's logo in frosting on top, and twenty one candles. Peach wanted some pretty pastry cake, but Papa insisted she'd like his cake; and she did. She was practically beaming.

"Oh Stars!" she gushed. "It's beautiful! I...uh...thank you!"

"Hah! Told you it was perfect!" Papa bragged.

Fawn nodded. "It's amazing! I don't even know what to do..."

"Blow out the candles and make a wish!" Peach cheered.

It's like a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh! Right!"

Her face was set with deep thought, her eyes closed, before she opened them with a look of determination. She blew out the candles, and everyone cheered.

I jumped around with joy and glee, waiting restlessly for the cake. Everyone looked so happy...heck, even Ludwig, Wendy, and Roy were smiling! And Papa had an arm around Mama Peach! Go King Dad! But for some reason, Fawn looked the least happy.

Fawn

After the cake cutting, I had managed to slip away from the crowd, plate of cake in hand, to the balcony. From my seat on the balcony, I overlooked the courtyard, with the castle walls looming around it majestically. I observed the purple-gray grass, its lava fountain, its obsidian benches. The ones I had sat at with Bowser once, discussing our dreams. I never realized the dark blue color of the Darklandian sky.

"The hell are you doing out here?"

I turned to see Roy slink on to the balcony.

I turned back to the courtyard. "Just um...relaxing..."

"How come?" I heard him sit next to me.

"Just uh...I don't know. Just because. I guess it's a little hectic in there..."

"Really?" He sounded unusually thoughtful.

"Yeah..."

He sighed. "I saw ya eyeing Pops and Peach."

I cringed. Was I that obvious? "Oh...well, uh-"

"Do ya like Pops?"

I blinked, confused by the question. "Well, of course I do."

"Yeah, but-" He seemed to reconsider his words. "Aw, neva mind." There was a pause. "Yo friends with Peach, right?"

"Well of course."

"Do you not like how those two are always spending time together now?"

I cringed again. But I turned to him and smiled. "That's silly! I'm so happy that Bowser's finally getting what he wanted! He's finally happy...they both look so happy, it's wonderful!"

"But ya didn't think it'd cost ya, did ya?"

I blinked. He was reading my emotions. He was definitely smarter then he led on. "I mean...I'm happy they're together..."

"But?"

I sighed. "But I do wish they'd spend less time with each other, and more time with me..."

"Ya mean Bowser."

I was about to argue, but I just hung my head and relented. "Yes. Specifically Bowser."

Roy sighed. "He's been an asshole to ya lately."

I frowned. "Yeah...I just..." I turned to face him again, smling in a silly manner. "For my birthday wish, I wished that we'd go back to normal. Maybe even closer then that...if that's even possible!"

Roy grimaced. "Uh..."

"What is it?"

"Yo not supposed to tell people yo wish. Othawise it won't come true."

I stared at him before sinking my head. "Oh...well, it's not like I expected it to come true..."

Roy looked uncomfortable, before he loudly said, "Screw him! It's yo birthday! Get ova him fo now and eat yo cake!"

I looked down at the cake. I hadn't eaten any yet. I saw part of the Bowser logo on the cake. I felt a wave of sadness, and an urge to stab it with my fork. I did so, and took a bite. I felt better at the creamy taste of vanilla, mixed with frosting and brownie bits. "Oh Stars, it's delicious!"

He looked off, not budging. "Glad ya like it. Now stop talking and eat."

I nodded and shoveled it down. I'd never had a cake like that before! Once I finished, though contented, my throat felt sticky and parched.

"Need sometin to wash dat down?"

When I nodded, he handed me some bottle, smirking. I observed the bottle. It had no label. "What is it?"

"Why dontcha try it and find out?"

Although his smirk unsettled me, I took a gulp of it from the bottle. I was very shocked; it had a very rough, stinging, yet warm taste. I almost spat it out.

I shivered as I swallowed, the gulp making me unnaturally warm. "What was that!?"

He smirked. "Booze."

I gasped. "Booze!? I can't drink this!"

"Why not? The drinking age fo you humans is twenty-one, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but I'm-" I blinked. "Oh yeah. I'm twenty-one."

He rolled his eyes. "You would forget."

I paused, now staring at the beverage. "Um...but should I be drinking this?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because it's apparently bad to drink it irresponsibly and...I don't know, isn't this rash?" I asked, explaining my misgivings.

He sighed. "I repeat, yo twenty one."

I blinked. "Um...yeah?"

"So dat means yo old enough to drink it now. See if ya like it or not. Be a lil irresponsible wid it. Decide how much is too much. Ya know. All dat."

His words made sense, but I was still uneasy. "I don't know..."

He sighed. "Look, I need to take a leak. I'll leave da bottle here for ya if ya want to try some more. I promise ya'll like it if ya give it a shot."

I looked down at the bottle again. I nodded. "Um...ok..."

Without another word, he got up and left. I stared down the bottle, not knowing what to do.

What do I do? Cult always said to be careful with this stuff...but now I'm old enough to decide how careful myself. And how am I supposed to know how dangerous it was if I never try it?

I was thinking this through rationally, trying to decide what to do. I began to agree with Roy's words, that I was mature enough to at least try. Plus the first gulp had left me with some inexplicable warmth that did feel rather...nice. The idea of drinking more was becoming rather appealing.

I gulped. "Oh, screw it..." I whispered.

I took the bottle to my lips and gulped some down. I stopped quickly and squinted my eyes, my mouth burning once again from the harsh taste. But it wasn't as bad as the first time, as the drink was starting to taste a little sweeter to me. My head started feeling cloudy, and I felt more soothing warmth throughout my body. I found that I was enjoying myself.

I took another sip, this one going down smoother than the other. Relishing in the drink, and the feelings it was giving me, I took another sip, then in a shorter time another, and another, and...I don't know. I think I decided I wanted to dance or something.

Roy

I came back to the balcony, now carrying my own drink. After pissing, I grabbed a bottle of rum I'd stashed away. I had gulped down a good amount of the contents already, and was already a little tipsy.

I didn't think Fawn would actually drink anymore without my guidance; she'd be too scared. So I expected to be greeted by an unconfident girl, fumbling with a bottle of wine. To my shock, I only found an empty chair and an abandoned bottle of wine...at least, half of one. I blinked in surprise. Oh...well...that was unexpected. I quickly began to scramble, trying to find her before she did something stupid. Half a bottle of wine will definitely get a new girl drunk.

Bowser

I was sitting down on the couch of the game room, finally relaxing. The party having ended. I had sent Junior, Larry, and Morton to bed. Lemmy said he was tired, so he left too. Iggy, Ludwig, Wendy, and I think Roy, all left of their own accord. Peach was using the restroom or something. Ah, Peach...

Tonight had been amazing. I had spent the whole party with Peach. We talked and laughed at night, making small contact, like our legs touching when we sat, and our hands brushing...she even let me dance with her. Let me hold her a few times. I sighed, completely love struck. This was the happiest night of my life as far as I was concerned, and nothing would change that.

"Hey Bowser~" a voice drawled out.

Confused by the tone of the voice, I turned my head to see Fawn, leaning against the doorframe. She had a lopsided smirk and a giddy look in her eyes. Her collar was disheveled, falling a bit off her shoulder. She looked...questionable.

"Hey," I greeted, standing up to greet her. "Uh...how are you?"

She giggled for some reason. "Fantastic! This birthday's soooo great! Thanks for throwing it for me," she replied, her words slurring, void of any usual awkwardness.

I raised a brow. There was definitely something off about her. "Uh...you okay?"

"Of course! I just wanna dance!" she proclaimed suddenly, throwing herself at me.

I froze up as she buried her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around me as best as she could. "Uh...what?" I squawked, flustered by her actions. What's gotten in to her!?

She looked up at me and pouted, a tired look in her eye. "Uh...idn't thatthe name ofthe song? I just wanna dance!" Her singing was sloppy and off key.

"Fawn...that song just ended."

Her pout deepened, before giggling. "Oh yeah. It did. But I heard it and wanteda dance! Oh well...I missed it..." Her face grew only slightly shy, and I noticed how red her face was. "But...could we dance anyway?"

I smelt her breath and I realized what was wrong. My eyes widened in shock. "Fawn...have you-"

She buried her face back in to my chest. "Comeon! Let's just dance..."

I blinked and sighed as I wrapped my arms around her awkwardly. I began to rock a little; this seemed to satisfy her. "Fawn, have you been drinking?"

"I'm twenty-one." She giggled.

It clicked. That was the drinking age for humans. I sighed irately. "Did Roy give you booze?"

"Wine, but don't whine, it's fine, but only cuz it rhymes," she giggled.

I sighed. I was going to ground that kid so hard. But for now, I'm going to have to watch Fawn.

"Don't be so upset when we're dancing..." Fawn whispered.

I frowned at her words. "I'm not upset."

"Yeah you are. I'm not Peach after all," she answered glumly.

That response surprised me. "Uh...what..."

"Yeah, you love her. That's why we don't spend time together anymore. To do stuff like this..." She seemed so heart-broken. I felt so terrible...but I was too concerned with her to self-evaluate at that time. She's just drunk.

"What do you mean? I still like you, and do...stuff with you..." I answered unsurely.

"It's not the same...I want it to be the same...maybe better..." she murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno..."

I suddenly felt something soft press on my chest through my shell. I looked down and realized Fawn was kissing it.

I grew very flustered. "Fawn!? What the hell are you doing!?"

She giggled. "I actually dunno...I just sorta felt like..." She kissed again, now higher up, toward my clavicle.

I backed up. She was very drunk, that was clear. I had to stop this...I told myself. Though it was wrong on so many levels, part of me didn't want it to stop. Part of me was going crazy with her soft lips, sloppily kissing what she could, not even knowing what she wanted.

I let go of her and backed up, trying to gain distance. She didn't let go and stumbled after me, reaching up to kiss my neck now. I stretched away, blushing like crazy.

"Fawn...stop! You're acting crazy!" I reasoned, my voice almost wavering.

She giggled again. "Oh, who cares? I just wanna go with what I feel..." She grabbed my shoulders, staring me in the eye. "I'm having fun."

Her gaze made me shiver; it was a gaze of desperate want. I tried to back up again, only to fall on to the couch.

She gazed at my sitting form, staring at my sitting form. She suddenly grinned widely, like a light bulb went off. "Oh! I figured out what I wanted to do!"

She put her arms on either side of me on the couch, trapping me. I could easily move, but I found myself frozen. I was stuck in her stupefied gaze, in her confused touches. I was so fixated; I hardly registered her face leaning toward mine. Her lips were so close...I could smell her breath. Yes, there was alcohol, but there was another scent of spruce and pine, that was so...Fawn. We were so close to a kiss, and I almost found myself wanting it. I began to lean in too, almost closing the distance...when we heard a squeak.

Fawn and I stopped our progress, turning to the doorframe. Peach was standing there, her hand over her mouth in shock. I could see a lot in her beautiful face, in the hand over her mouth, the shine of her widened ocean eyes...shock, confusion, and...hurt. We all stood there, frozen, until Fawn's slurred voice came. "Heya Peachy! I'd love to hang, but I know you and Bowser would love to get together, so can I borrow him for a sec?"

That wasn't the right thing to say; it implied so much. And Peach read in to it, as her eyes shone. Her dress fluttered behind her as she quickly ran away, her high heels clattering. It took me a second to react, my body now completely unsure of what to do. But that only lasted for a second.

"Get off me," I growled at Fawn.

"Huh?"

I didn't wait, as I got up so fast, I knocked her down.

Damn it, I finally have a chance! I'm not ruining it on something stupid like this!

I didn't give Fawn a second glance as I ran off toward Peach. But a resounding sob as I left the room would haunt me later.

Roy

After checking the party room and balcony for Fawn, I checked the game room. I found her...but she was crumpled up on the floor. Her dress was riding up her crossed thighs, and her collar was disheveled. She was a beautiful mess. I noticed her makeup was running down her downcast face, and I ran to her without thinking.

I kneeled down and grabbed her shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to be comforting, but it still came out gruff.

She looked up at me, tears running down her face. "Roy..." She spoke, her voice breaking. "Bowser doesn't like me..."

I sighed. I shouldn't have left her alone with booze; that was stupid of me. "What did ya do?"

She sniffled and shook her head. "Tried to make it like before...but he doesn't like me..." she repeated.

I realized how much she cared about Bowser. She probably came on to him; and knowing Pops, he rejected her. The new experience of alcohol and rejection had broken her.

I sighed as I awkwardly hugged her. She quickly dove in to my shoulder, sobbing.

I patted her back, and we stayed like that for a while. Eventually, I moved her to arms length, holding her shoulders, and looked her in the eye.

"Look, pops is a dumbass," I explained. "He doesn't know wad he's doing...so don't worry about him. Yo better than he is."

Her eyes were still wet and shiny, but she gave me a weak smile. "Thank...hic...you..."

I smiled and I noticed how plump her lips looked. Her lip gloss looked smeared...I wonder what she did with Pops. It made me angry. He didn't deserve her, didn't deserve her lips on him... But I do. That might've been my own booze talking, but I didn't care. I leaned in slowly. She looked confused, but seemed to reciprocate in a dazed, hazy manner. She slowly closed her eyes, seemingly waiting for something to happen. I was right in front of her face, about to kiss her, when I stopped...this wasn't right. I'd done much more with drunken girls before. But Fawn didn't deserve this. So I controlled myself and only kissed the side of her mouth.

She opened her eyes, looking at me with exhausted despair. "Do you not like me either?"

I smirked. "Nah. I just like you too much."

"I'll say," an annoying voice growled.

Bowser

I walked drearily from Peach's room. I had tried knocking on her door, calling to her, explaining what she saw was a misunderstanding. But she never answered, so I told her I'd be back tomorrow. Damn it...my one chance...and I blew it... Wait a second, I didn't blow it! Fawn did!

My sadness turned to anger. Damn it...if she hadn't got drunk like an idiot, I wouldn't be in this mess! Peach would still be happy! Damn, why does she make everything so complicated!? I began to stomp my way back to the party room, not even knowing what I was going to do. I got dangerous when I was angry, and that's exactly what was happening as my vision turned red. There was something Fawn and Peach didn't know about me...why I'm so feared.

I stormed in to the room, and turned to the game room. I saw a body, and I was about to start yelling; when I noticed something...there were two bodies. Roy and Fawn. And Roy was kissing Fawn...or at least, the side of her mouth. I don't know what happened. But this sight made me even angrier. And this anger fell on both of them.

"Nah. I just like you too much," I heard Roy say.

"I'll say," I growled.

They both stopped ogling each other and turned to me. I didn't notice Fawn's broken state. I only saw smeared lip gloss, and it pissed me off.

"Whaddaya want?" Roy sneered.

"Not another drunk girl's pussy," I snarled at him. I was pissed. "Now get your damn claws OFF OF HER!"

He growled back, and didn't let go of her. In fact, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his side. "I ain't taking advantage of no one," Roy growled. "Go back to yo Peachy."

"I can't," I seethed. I glared pointedly at Fawn, who cowered under my gaze. "Because YOU ruined what I had with her!"

She was already awkward. Plus the booze, she was left choking out words, as tears started to form in her eyes. My harshness was breaking her, and I didn't care.

"Shuddup pops!" Roy yelled, holding her closer. "She didn't do nothing! I gave her booze and she did sometin stupid. Get ova it."

"NO! Both of you were stupid, and you're both going to bed NOW! Now let go of her!" I bellowed.

"Waz wrong? I thought you didn't like Fawn."

I fumbled over my words. I don't know why I was so mad at the sight of them together. But I was. "It doesn't matter! Let her go or I'll pound you both in until I make you let go!" I threatened.

He growled. "Touch her and I'll kill you."

Red was overcoming everything. It was that side of me...I was losing it.

"I'd like to see you try," I growled back, looming toward them. Roy quickly got up, staring me down.

"Y-you're..." I looked down to see Fawn. I think I just realized how broken and dejected she looked. Her eyes looked terrible, and her first face of makeup had been washed off by tears. Her eyes were a forest at night, a gloomy dark green of the shadowy trees. Her breaking voice felt like a beloved record, scratched. "You're not Bowser..."

I finally calmed down slightly. "What?"

"You're n-not...Bowser..." she repeated, sobbing. She shook her head and stood up, wobbling in place. I almost reached to steady her, but Roy did it instead. My anger flared for a moment, but died when I refocused on her. She looked at me dead in the eyes, filled with anger and despair. "You're not Bowser! You stopped a long time ago! So...get away from me!"

She ran out of Roy's arms and flew pass me. She was out the door before I could even turn around.

I turned back to Roy, my face mixed with emotions now. He looked at me with disgust. "You're a real bastard..." he spoke, before chasing after Fawn.

The moment sunk in as I stood there in silence, listening to the world. Sometimes there's too much in the life we built for ourselves. So I listened to the pounding of footsteps, the heaving of my breath, and the pounding of my seething blood. As I finally calmed, a rampage being avoided, I grimly thought; Tomorrow's going to suck.

Dang. Drama. Well that happened. I was thinking of making Roy kiss Fawn, but I was like 'naw. That's a bad first kiss, you're drunk.' Lol hoped you liked drunk Fawn XD prob not angry Bowser...ps get used to him. It'll be a plot point. Next chapter will be the morning after, dealing with all this...that may not be fun. Well, until then. Happy Valentine's Day! Pleaaaase review! Byee