Why hey there ;) Yeah, the last chapter was pretty random and weird, but the story is under Supernatural/Romance the last time I've checked, so HA! You guys got nuthin on this chica right here! Mhm! *Head swivelin'!* xD
Lulu: Yeah, but I hate that, though! In the games, Kairi is like so kind and selfless, I just hate how her image gets distorted by some of the writers on this archive, but I can't say crap because I made Vanitas all soft and lovey dovey and all that shit! xD Lol I don't care if my stories get sorta random, but I'll NEVER let it get to the point where it so random that it doesn't even make sense anymore. I don't sit well with drabbles, sorry. :3 Kumori and Suki were a close call as it was, but they're gonna be some sort of comic relief for the following chapters! :D
Peach: Bro, straight up, I prefer Namixas/RokuNami anyday, but I must be the few of the first to use Vanami/Namitas in a fic. It's close to a crack pairing, if anything. I mean, there's no connection to the two whatsoever! o.o Yeah, that too, but I just felt bored of the whole date/kiss. I mean, why can't I just throw a monster or two in there for some entertainment? xD
Little Sweety Pea: Thank you! Yo, like I love you. I'm not gonna lie! xD Lol we gotta keep this bromance strong! ... Although, we're both not males... Lmfaoo! xD
So, uh... Yeah... o.o I'm so glad that I've started updating my other stories...
Sigh, idk, I'm just not in my cheerful, over-eccentric mood, but I'm not in a bad, sulky depressing one either... This feeling is all too new to me, so how about you read this while I question my insides.
*Pokes at heart*
Now, what exactly are you feeling, Mr. Heart? Oh, whatever :d
This chapter is hot and straight out of the oven for youuu! It's now time for some Aqua, Larxene, and Nami bonding! :D
.Twilight's Sun.: Jinx It
That Was Definitely NOT Riku Covered in Honey...
Roxas:
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My foot. It just wouldn't stop it's rhythmic beating against the cold, hard floor as I sat there while Marluxia droned on and on and on about some pointless crap I already knew. He would give me the occasional, "I know you've got fucking ADHD, but can you stay fucking quiet?" glare, but I would go on, ignoring his piercing gaze as I continued my physical rant.
With all of this complete bull swirling in my head as I just sat there, I listened to nothing but the nagging thoughts. Not even feeling the secret stares I had been given. Seeing nothing but the back of the head of a certain odd girl, who, unlike me, was actually acting like she was paying attention. I still don't understand why Marluxia made me switch seats with her when she clearly knows how to pull off the studious student facade better than I can.
Naminé Soto. A complete enigma to me, as well as everyone else. I would never be able to fathom how she managed to recover so quickly, but I guess I should hold Olette responsible for that one. There's something about the blonde girl that makes me lose my cool. Maybe it's the prying frosty ice eyes that penetrate the deepest part of my conscience (because I know for sure that I don't have a soul). Maybe it could be all the little things she does, like fiddle with that loose curl that she can't seem to keep down or clasp her hands together in that shy alluring way or tease her soft, pink bottom lip with her teeth when she's nervous. She makes my unstable heart quiver weakly from her false perfection.
But the girl that really took my heart was—
"Mr. Hikari, it would be greatly appreciated if you settle yourself," the rosette finally snapped from his lecture on the current topic of the day. I only acknowledged him for a second. His thin lips were puckered into a nasty scowl and his narrow eyes even more piercing from behind the sharp rim of his rectangular glasses that lowered themselves onto a more comfortable spot on the lower part of the bridge of his nose.
Wait, why was he using my alias, again? Oh, wait, we are in school, but there's no point. I was best addressed as "Roxas" only, not "Hikari" or "Roku." Not even "Shinra," that shameful surname that I was cursed to keep for so long. With all honesty, I was glad that I was able to pretend, to hide my true self from the rest of the world.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Even if it's only been a few days since the incident, I still couldn't get over it. I knew things were a bit strange when I was invited to our get-together. I had the intention of going nonetheless, somewhat excited to party and dance with a few girls. With a certain girl. But she was a no-show, just like Naminé.
When I was in the club, I bumped into Kairi through all of those grinding bodies, asking me about Naminé's whereabouts. She planned on apologizing to her for being a bitch (which I felt to be completely true), but I wasn't with her. I didn't even know where she was. So, I told her that I wasn't with her. At first, she was happy to see me, as usual, until the alcoholic high turned into denial, confusion, then shock, and then anger. She slapped me, accusing me of losing the girl when she was never with me to begin with, rambling about some sort of date. I remember defending myself, explaining that I never asked Naminé out on a date and vice versa. That look on her face afterwards was, indeed, priceless.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
That's where things went downhill. There was an uproar from Hayner, shouting something about Olette being taken by some guy covered in blood, so I scoped out the place. Just like Hayner said, low and behold, was said bloody guy forcefully pulling Olette by the wrist. I made Hayner round up the others while I confronted the man myself.
Another surprise, adding to the missing Naminé! The bloody guy was Vanitas!
He seemed to be in a rush, carelessly apologizing while dragging the confused brunette out of the club. When Hayner had everyone huddled together, he furiously led them out, running after Vanitas, who began to run as well after the bouncer didn't like what he was seeing and became apart of our mob (Strange, really I could've sworn he looked like me in a way). My curiosity and befuddlement reached its peak when I heard him yell out Naminé's name as he ran toward his car. That's when I saw her through the passenger window.
Her body... Covered in blood. Probably her own. I never wanted to see such a sight in my life ever again, and I'll make sure it'll never happen. And I mean it. It scared me breathless, to the point where I was turning blue in the face. And when we locked eyes...
The image ran a shiver down my spine.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
What made this whole situation even more scandalous was seeing Vanitas driving her around like a madman, actually showing concern.
Okay, the first thing that unnerved me was plain and simple. Vanitas never worries over anything. Never. He could be in the middle of God-knows-what, and still be fine. Hell, his one and only brother could be in danger at gunpoint and he'll probably just say, "Why bother? It'll just make my life more simpler without a look-alike."
Yeah, he was that terrible and basically heartless.
Second, this bastard has the nerve to even have her in his car, looking like that, while he's totally unscathed, not even a fucking paper cut on his finger! AGH! I just want to- I don't know what I want to do to Vanitas, but his death will come slowly, so tantalizingly slow and torturous that he'll be begging for it to end. Or not. I mean, sometimes, he proved himself to be as much of a masochist as he was sadist...
Pfft, like I'm the one to talk.
Tap. Tap—
"Mr. Hikari, gather your things and leave this fucking classroom. You'll receive your demerit tomorrow morning." His words were menacingly calm. It probably made the rest of the class shiver from its searing tone.
I picked myself up from my desk, causing more of a ruckus than necessary, fulfilling my desire in angering the gender-confusing man even. When I left the class, the only thing I could do was lean on the wall for my spinning mind's sake.
It was just another week.
Naminé:
Dating Vanitas...
I didn't realize how terrible something so small could be. The fact seemed harmless to those who didn't know who Vanitas, or I for the matter, was. Something about him was so negative; it attracted me to him. You know, like how a positive and a negative always attracts each other? Yeah, like that.
And how did Kairi take this when she returned from the club? Not well, not well at all...
...
Of course she didn't find out! We got into an argument and I did tell her the truth about lying about the whole Roxas-date thing. Well, it wasn't a complete truth...
"Yeah? So what if I lied? I only did that so I wouldn't have to go fucking clubbing with you!"
"Then why, in all of the living fucks, were you like that? HUH?"
I left the dorms to do a little midnight parkour and fucked myself up, okay? I got fucked up pretty bad from falling from a fence that I jumped, breaking my arm and cutting myself. I tried calling for help, but some weirdo came out of nowhere and tried taking advantage of me and that's when Vanitas showed up and helped me. That's it and that's that! What more can you possibly want to know? I've told all of it!"
It just... Spiraled down to a complete lie, that's all. Eheh...
However, Olette and Xion backed me up without question, saying that they knew that I would never ask Roxas out. They told her how much of an ass I thought he was. I found it quite amusing, really, that they would have my back like that. What's even better was that Kairi bought it!
But let's just say it resulted in me staying at Aqua and Larxene's for a while. And it's already been a couple of days since that night. I've also been getting the stink-eye from people lately, too. It's like Kairi's been obliviously influencing the emotions of people around us. I guess I should just come crawling back to her with my tail in between my legs and apologize. It's such a simple task, but I can't will myself to do it. I need her to apologize first, and that's final!
My first class of the day wasn't worth going to as I dragged my feet up the stairs, but it was a must. Grades needed to be outstanding to impress daddy and mommy dearest, since Demyx had already become oh so successful in the field of entertainment. Sometimes, I was jealous of my big brother for the following reasons, even though I loved him to pieces.
Everyone in the Academy loved Demyx. I've seen his face on some of the old club photos here and there around the school. He won the regionals and worlds-wide singing competitions for his Glee club. Twice. He was also on the Swimming team, one of the very best. He loved his classes, so his grades were slightly above average (considering that he was a lazy guy), but other than that, he was well known and popular when he spent his years here. He use to have a loving and faithful boyfriend that would never hurt him, which confuses me on why they broke up in the first place. He was a famous and talented musician who can get anywhere he desired in life, and my parents absolutely adored him.
I, on the other hand, strived so much just for their attention. Even a congratulatory pat on the back would've sufficed! It was all for them, I did it all for them, on top of the fact that South Destiny High School was a nice, homey hell for me. They would always complain about the demerits and detentions and tardies I've gotten, when that was clearly not my fault. I knew the only reason why they didn't show much appreciation for me was because of the totally obvious.
My... "abnormality," as they called it.
They were probably always so secretly ashamed of their "little angel." Demyx was the first and only one who embraced and truly loved me and appreciated all of the hard work I'd done until they came into my life. But they shouldn't be plaguing my thoughts with my guilt and sudden betrayal.
"Naminé, you seem a bit pensive lately... Is there something troubling you?" I was saved from drowning in my own thoughts when my pink-haired instructor greeted me at the door.
"Oh— N-No, I'm fine, really!" I scurried through the door and locked eyes with the familiar cyan eyes sitting in my former seat before sitting down in front of him. Marluxia said it was best to pay attention more since I never seemed to "listen" to the lectures and presentations he planned out for our class. They weren't really important, so there was no point in listening to them, but I had to. Because it always came down to one thing:
Acceptance, praise, and, most of all, love.
"Naminé," Roxas called as I sat down. I couldn't turn around in fear of what he might say. He's been trying to get a hold of me since the day after the incident, but I've been dodging him from time to time, slipping from his grasp as soon as he reached me. I know this little dancing game of cat and mouse was irritating him.
He frustrated a sigh, shifting in his seat as the lectures began. I tried paying attention, I really did, but it was so difficult to when a glare, his glare, was burning me with such intensity. His gaze was unrelenting, I was close to losing my mind until Mr. Fleur dismissed Roxas from the class for somehow "interrupting" him in the middle of his lecture about some plant of some sort. When Roxas left the class, Mr. Fleur stared at me for a moment before resuming where he had left off.
When class had ended, I wasn't even three feet away from the door when someone pulled me back by the wrist and into a hug.
"Now, where do you think you're going, pretty lady? As I recall, you still owe me a little something." Chills ran up my spine, relieved to see Vanitas's smirk and merry golden eyes instead of prying cerulean as I slightly pulled away from the embrace. I also saw Xion giggling and winking at us, overhearing Vanitas's comment as she continued to walk to her next class with Riku... Just leaving me there to the mercy of the Shadowcastor...
"O-Oh... And what could that something be?" I tried to play along, but I was too red in the face and a stuttering mess to even come across as flirtatious.
"Well, you know how most first dates end in the movies, right?" I audibly gulped when he tilted my chin up and stared intently into my eyes. If it weren't for him holding me, I would've possibly collapsed. "I thought I would have at least gotten..."
I squeaked as our noses bumped together gently, his smile abnormally soft as he went in for the kill. My eyes were shut tight as I waited for the impending contact of his lips on mine.
Oh God! I'm freaking flipping my lid over here! What do I do? Do I just move in and meet him halfway? Pucker my lips and wait, or what? Would he run away if I stick my tongue out? I hope he will... Anything to avoid this! I'm not ready yet! OH GOD! I can feel his slow breaths on my lips! He's so close! WHAT DO I DO? I—!
I opened my eyes, blinking a couple times in confusion as he just chuckled. I felt his warm lips brush against my temple as he kissed me there, making me turn redder than a tomato.
"Wait... You're not gonna kiss me?" I asked, desperately wanting to know what just happened.
"With the face you were pulling off? By the way, so adorable," he drawled sarcastically. "It looked like you were waiting for me to punch you in the face or something. Seriously, if you didn't want to kiss, you could've just told me so!"
"B-But—! You kissed me anyway!" I shrieked indignantly at the fact I was just strung along like that. "You said I owed you!"
His shit-eating grin was prominent as he let go of me, but dragged me down the hall to my second class.
"God, you're so weak."
I glared and scoffed at his comment, ignoring how his arm found its way around my waist and pulling me closer.
"I guess I'll need to make you behave again," I growled lightly, smiling at the unfavorable memory that flashed before his eyes.
He chuckled. "Is that a threat?"
"Hmm... More like a promise, or that something I owe you."
"You really are a stick in the mud!"
"No I'm not—!" I was suddenly pushed into a room, my face burning as I caught the stares of the students who were diligently working in the class. Vexen seemed somewhat amused, or maybe he always had that crazy look in his eyes.
"Hey Vex, I just came in to drop off my pretty Nami, alright?" I looked back in embarrassment to see Vani leaning into the room by holding onto the frames of the door, winking in my direction with that God forbidden smirk on his face. "Take good care of her!"
When he left, I facepalmed, too ashamed to look at the gossiping students in front of me. I felt a familiar glare burn me to cinders as I stood there, completely mortified at the terrible given of Roxas's seat being beside mine. I scurried to my desk without any casualties, sitting down and immediately took the initiative of working on our bookwork for the day.
His glare was still as intense as it was the hour before.
"Pssssssssssst! Hey, Nami! Psssssssssssssst," I felt the blunt eraser end of a pencil poke at my back repeatedly as I tried my best to ignore his pestering hisses. "Psssssssssssssssssssssssst!"
I was becoming more and more annoyed as Sora's pencil kept prodding and poking the skin and bones of my back, even though it felt a bit relieving.
"Nami! Did you kiss him?" He whispered again. The grip on my pencil was overpowering the unfortunate utensil, cracking it from the pressure it was succumbing to.
I continued to ignore him as I burned holes in the textbook with my eyes.
"Did you kiss him? Did you kiss him? Did you kiss him? Did you kiss him? Did you kiss him? Did—" Apparently this persistent boy seemed unphased by the snapping of my pencil. "—you kiss him?"
"Naminé, did you—?"
"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! MY FUCK, YOU'RE ANNOYING!" The other students resumed with their appalled staring (not like they had stopped to begin with) as I tried to breathe steadily. I wonder what had them so shocked in the first place. Even Roxas and Sora were looking at me incredulously. Then, the blood ran cold from my face as I saw whom I actually popped off on...
"I was going to ask for the previous night's homework, but I guess you attending this afternoon's detention would suffice, Ms. Soto."
DAMMIT!
I slammed my head onto the desk, my head protesting against the familiar hurt as I groaned out childishly.
"Great. Just fucking great..."
Could this get any more worse?
...
Please, don't jinx! I beg of you!
Roxas:
I don't know why, but today, I felt sneaky...
Sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky... Okay, I don't know why I said that either.
Anyway, Naminé's been acting like a two-faced brat who doesn't want to eat her vegetables for a while now. And I'm going to find out why. My first suspect can't be Kairi because she's been pretty much of a nasty bitch lately, as well, so moving onto the nicer twin!
Xion.
I had my back pressed against the wall as I slowly inched my way to the corner of the hall, peering slightly at the two girls who were chatting away amiably by the lockers.
It was our lunch period now. I couldn't confront Naminé first because she disappeared all too easily in the crowd of students. Hey, at least I tried.
"Yeah! And he held her in his arms like this!" Xion wrapped her arms tightly around Olette, who giggled madly as she was unraveled from the embrace. "I knew for sure that Nami was gonna have some sweet face-time with him!"
"Ooh! So they were tongue twisting? Yummy!"
"Whoa whoa whoa! How I am I supposed to know that? I was too busy—"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho! I know what you and Riku were doing! Don't worry about me! These lips are sealed!"
What is this fucking cryptic language that they speak in? Can't they dumb it down for the poor blonde that's eavesdropping here? And why am I speaking in third person? Forget it...
Well, at least I know what's going on— Sorta.
There's a dude involved with Naminé.
But who could it be?
"Anyway, I have to drop by Vani's dorm! He said he wanted some advice on some stuff."
Wait, I didn't know Xion was still seeing Vanitas!
Is she?
"Oh, about what happened when he brought Nami home?" I heard of the story. She injured herself in some midnight running and was saved by Van. For some reason, it didn't seem so convincing to me.
"Yeah, he's been really stressed out about it. Who knew he could be so protective. Naminé must be really important to him..."
That explains why he's been stuck to her like glue for the past few days, but saving her from nearly being violated shouldn't trigger such a result of attachment. There has to be something more...
"YO ROXAS! MY MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I felt an arm hang limp over my shoulder. Dammit, Sora!
The girls jumped, realizing their conversation wasn't in private anymore.
"U-Uh, sorry Olette, gotta go. Vanitas needs me, so... Bye!"
"Okay, I had to talk to Pence about something for tech class, anyway. See ya!"
Oh my effing shit, you dumb ass!
I clocked the brunette over the head, hearing him curse as he rubbed at the pain.
"Hey! What was that for? I was only trying to get some bromance, but no! Not even my flesh-and-blood cousin will return this brotherly affection that I so desperately want to give!"
"You're an idiot. What about Van—" I saw the look on his face. "—Never mind. You do realize I have a shy, lovable, kind twin brother who's too nice for his own good to turn down someone as annoying as you?"
"Yes, but I've already received his love! As well as Riku, Axel, Terra—"
"I suggest you stop listing possible candidates that yaoi fangirls can squee over."
"What the fuck is a yaoi—? Roxas... You're full of it, you know that?" I sighed.
"Yeah, I know. Pity me."
"For what? That you don't know what's going on between Vanitas and Naminé?" That shit-eating grin was present, which only meant that this was something so jaw-dropping and unbelievable that I still don't know about. How the hell does Sora know?
"Tell. Me. What. You. Know. Now!"
"Shit, no need to act so desperate..."
Naminé:
"How... Did you get that anyway?" I felt tempted to touch the white jagged scar on his face as he merely chuckled at how I was actually lifting my hand without knowing.
"I got into a little scuffle with an old rival," Seifer pronounced proudly as he comically flexed his biceps. "'Cause, y'know, I'm a tough guy!"
When lunch time came around, I was back at Sweety's once again, chatting it up with Seifer. We've been idley talking about ourselves and catching up throughout the week before, in between the whole Roxas-Vanitas thing that was going on, becoming more acquainted with each other as the days passed. He accomplished his goal of the day as I began to giggle at how childish he was being.
"See? I told you I could get you to laugh!" His grin was wide and bright. Sometimes, I needed a break from my usual friends, who seemed to have something against me somehow.
"So, did this tough guy win?" I joked, licking the ice cream in my hands and resting my chin on the palm of my hands to listen eagerly. Seifer insisted that he pay for me again. Ugh, guys and their dominating pride.
"Ha, I definitely did! Yeah... Not really. Eheh," He scratched the back of his head through his beanie in embarrassment. Seriously, how many guys did that?
"Oh, at least you have that scar to prove you didn't chicken out!" And his ego was boosted by a mere fifty percent, regaining its original state once more!
"Yeah I didn't," he was beaming now. "So, this Vanitas kid? He likes you, but you feel you're not ready?"
"U-Uh huh," I couldn't help blushing at the stupid fact. "B-But I don't know... I think I'm falling for him, and yet—"
"Somethin's holdin' ya back? Someone?" He looked genuinely anxious about what my answer would be until I told him.
"Oh, I see! You got a friend on the side giving you somethin' that this Vani kid isn't?" I shrugged.
"Well, not exactly... But yeah, I guess."
The bell rang when Seifer was in the middle of telling me about another one of his great battles, making him frown slightly in disappointment.
"Aw! I guess I'll tell ya the rest tomorrow!"
"'Kay!" I gathered my things and threw away the melting popsicle, making my leave to my next class.
It was so strange. Roxas was still watching me, but there was a different look in his eyes.
Disbelief. Shock. Denial. Anger. Spite.
For some reason, a lot of emotions have been swirling in those exotic eyes of his. It's almost as if he's bipolar. However it's close to unlikely because there wouldn't be people giving him all of the attention any other popular guy would get if he were bipolar. People would tend to avoid him rather than pursue and try to befriend him.
This kid was an enigma of sorts.
I felt relieved when my last period class only seemed like ten minutes. Usually, it was the hour that dragged out the longest.
After entering the dorm, trudging another set of stairs and turning into an identical hallway, I knocked on the door of my temporary home. I didn't have a key yet.
The white, creaky door swung open to reveal a motherly face with oddly matching blue eyes and hair. She was like an older, more mature version of Kairi.
"Naminé! You're here exceptionally early! Don't you usually hang around with Xion and Olette before coming here?"
"I'm too tired to be playful and girly!" I pouted as she let me in, immediately landing on the closest bed face first.
"So? They'll understand. It's not like you always have to be happy to please them."
I flailed my arms around at her words, refusing to accept them as I muffled into the cool cover of the bed.
"But then they begin to annoy me, so then, I would usually ignore them. When I ignore them, they start to complain about me being worry wart and say stuff like, 'Wow, Nami! You're such a let down. Go stink up someplace else with your negativity and blah, blah, blah!'"
I felt the weight of the bluenette when she sat down beside me, placing a hand on my back.
"I swear, sometimes you act more childish than Kairi and Sora combined." I quickly turned to her, gasping.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT!"
"Make me," she challenged, sticking out her tongue.
Bitch, it's on!
I was about to pounce on her until the door was forcefully thrown open, slamming against the wall as the she-devil stalked in.
"All of you can fucking die."
"Oh? Larxene, is something troubling you?" Aqua forgot all about me, not even phased from me jumping on her back when she asked the seething blonde about her problems.
"Ask that redheaded, little prepubescent boy-loving dumb ass! He's the one who started it!"
"Wait, you mean Axel?" She gave me her dreadful eyes of death as I mentioned the name, sighing afterward. Yup, it's Axel, again...
"Yeah, him."
"What'd he do?"
"He—" She grumbled the rest; I could barely catch what she said.
"Larxene, it would be very nice if you spoke up," Aqua advised softly.
"He's blackmailing me."
"How?" We both asked incredulously.
"He found a picture of me when I was like eight and wearing some frilly pink dress. He said he would make copies and do whatever he fucking pleased with them if I didn't obey him for a month."
The bitching girl was close to trashing the room until I said something that made her smile genuinely.
"Hey, at least you'll be able to beat the shit out of him after the end of the month, right?"
"Yes... I never even thought about that part."
This time, there was a soft knock on the door.
"I'll get it!" I jumped off the unaffected bluenette and scurried to the door. When I opened it, there wasn't a raging Kairi, or a demanding Roxas. Hell, not even a shirtless Riku covered in honey (which I wouldn't have minded at all).
It was Vanitas, in nothing but black, baggy sweatpants and white socks, showing off a great body, but that wasn't what caught my attention at first. I was momentarily distracted by the two younger kids he was holding by the back of their shirt's collar. They struggled to be freed from the iron-like grip he had on them, whining and pleading to be let go.
"Would you like to explain why I found these two in my room, with this one—" he lifted the girl up slightly, "—calling me daddy, while this one—" he lifted the boy, "—was giving me lip and demanding that I take them to you?"
"I saw you giving Naminé lip the other night," Kumori sneered, wincing when Vanitas knocked the boy's head into the door.
"Vanitas!" I hissed, snatching Kumori from his clutches and rubbing the sore spot on his head as I held him protectively.
"What? I had a muscle spasm!" With the smirk on his face, I could tell he was satisfied with what he just did and regretted nothing.
"Mommy, I'm scared!" Suki sobbed as she kicked at nothing and clawed at the raven's hand.
"MOMMY?" Van and I both yelled. I could feel the heat rising in my face, although Van grinned.
"Listen, kid. I am not your daddy, and Naminé is not your mommy, even though I kinda like the idea. Get it through your thick, little skull," Vanitas said gruffly, making the girl cry even more. He sighed, letting her down gently. "I was never really great with kids..."
Suki quickly scrambled to my side, hugging my waist as she wiped her tears. These kids were pretty small for their age.
"I can tell," I replied cheekily. "Come in before people start getting too damn nosy."
WOW! Lol I enjoyed writing the ending! xD Haha I thought it was amusing. Enough about what I think! Tell me what you think! Click on that nice, brand new, shiny review button below! Come ooooon! You know you wanna! ;)
Oh, and I'll be updating Balance Your Morals, Hun! In this following week. I'm still getting through the kinks of developing a solid, fool-proof plot.
One more thing. Have you guys heard about the homeless guy who got three-fourths of his face eaten off by a mentally ill dude in Miami on Saturday? It freaking made me sick! Please, also tell me your thoughts on this, too!
It's really disturbing... Like, I saw the pictures... Dx
Well, see ya! :D