So I'm back! So, let me give you my game plan for this year. Here's what I want to do. There are THREE stories in the Cats archive I want to be working on. The two I want to finish are 'Daddy Dearest' and 'Jellicle High'. I'm going to spend the rest of tonight coming up with chaptering plans. I'll also be working on 'Time Consumer' this year, but I have no idea whether or not I can finish it before '13. Once those two stories are done, I have future stories planning. You can pick two, and I'll start them as soon as possible. The choices will be listed at the bottom.

I also have my Calvin and Hobbes story going for a few more chapter, to which I will add another story to. So all in all, I will work on no more than four stories at a time during this year.

WISH ME LUCK! Of course, the reviews help me go faster. :P

The clock in the auditorium was never correct, slow by about ten minutes, which was torture for those who were unaware of the fact. Of course, none of the schools clocks were precise, but that didn't mean the bell schedule wasn't, somehow. Either way, by the incorrect coordinates of the clock, Demeter was able to tell that it was time to pack things into her bookbag and prepare to leave the auditorium. The teacher was giving them not a syllabus, but rather a speech about what they would be doing that year, which included several week-by-week short class production, voice and acting exercises, and two large school productions, one in the winter, and one at the end of the year.

The bell rung, and the majority of the class got up as soon as the noise was within earshot, as they had nearly all sneakily packed up their belongings during the last few words of class, not that the teacher really approved of it. But it was a Friday; they had every right to be out of the class as soon as they could.

Demeter and Munkustrap headed towards the main building ,where Mac would be waiting at their lockers for them. Once they reached the row of lockers outside of Mrs. Lockwood's classroom. As expected, the ginger tom was leaned against Demeter's locker, waiting. Him and Munkustrap exchanged a casual greeting before the tabby began rummaging through his locker, giving Demeter a moment alone with her boyfriend. He smiled as her suggestively, the look on his face almost instantly recognizable to Demeter,

"What are you thinking about, Mac?"
"You, of course."

The giggled softly, batting his chest, "You always say that. Do you ever stop thinking about me?"

"Not really. I guess you've just jammed up my other thoughts."
"As you have with my own."

Her words were slightly a lie; she guessed his were too. There wasn't any way that he nor herself could think about each other nonstop, all day, everyday. One would get easily tired of it, no matter how romantic it was to hear. He cleared his throat, taking a quick glance at Munkustrap, who was still buried in his locker. Macavity was almost worried that the tabby was just staying there to listen in on their conversation; he didn't usually take so long to pack up his things. Shaking his head, knowing his brother wasn't going to leave, he turned back to Demeter.

"But, anyway, I was thinking we could go see a movie tonight. Celebrate the new year."
"Hmm, sounds like a fun time."
"Any suggestions?"
"Something scary. I know how much you love my reactions during the jumpy parts."

If Macavity weren't already a beyond auburn red color, he would have blushed. She always knew what to say, but seeing as he didn't have to mask the way he loved it when she held him during the scary parts, he definitely wasn't going to pass it up. He wrapped his arms around the golden queen, looking over her shoulder. Why the hell was Munkustrap still standing by his locker? Finally, he let go of her, and began to walk towards the stairway; most of the students had left the hallway by this point. She held up a finger to him as she walked over to Munkustrap, giving him a quick hug,

"See you later, Mon Ami(1)."
"Au Revoir(1)."

She skittered back over to Macavity, who was waiting at the stairs top, sporting quite a good poker face. He was going to have to tell Munkustrap to back the fuck off later, that is, of course, if he really did decide to get into their relationship. Said tabby closed his locker as soon as the footsteps from the departing couple were out of earshot. He smiled to himself, holding his bookbag over his shoulder, "Well, I know where I'm going tonight."

Swiftly, he pulled out his cell phone as he strolled carelessly down the stairwell, Rumpleteazer's number ringing through the ear of the phone, before her distict accent was heard on the other line, "Ey! Whatcha want, Munkus?"

"I wanted to take you up on that fake couple offer, just be rady to see a movie around 7:30."
"Why?"
"Mungojerrie and Amy are sure to be going to the Paranormal Activity 3 premiere tonight."
"Okay, I'll be ready then. Thanks a lot, Munk!"
"No problem!"

He shut the phone, "No problem at all…"

I swear, this weekends chapter will be longer, and more will happen. That was just a short little preview for what's about to come, I hope you're liking the story so far. Sorry for the length! Anyway, these are your four options for future stories once this and 'Daddy Dearest' are completed. PLEASE PICK THREE!

Title: 'Spared Change'
Pairing: M/D (if it weren't obvious enough)
Rating: T
Summary: Munkustrap left his friends and family, on the hopes and dreams of becoming a successful businessperson. But when his ambitions fail, and he returns to town, will the embarrassment of failure haunt him? Will the shame of abandoning his best friend in her time of need haunt him as well?

Title: 'The Amory Wars' (REMAKE OF A GRAPHIC NOVEL SERIES)
Pairing: Slight Pouncival/Jemima
Rating: T/M for Violence and Language
Summary: When his parents and sisters are all taken from him, dead or alive, Pouncival is at a loss. When he finally learns this is all at the hands of General Macavity, his quest for vendetta, is inevitable. (Science Fiction! Four-parter!)

Title: Standing in the Shadows (REWRITE)
Pairing: Munk/Dem
Rating: T
Summary: Standing in the Shadows was the story I made as a comeback back to this account, to Fanfics in general. But, I want to lengthen it and make a rewrite, if given the chance.

Title: The Next Generation
Pairings: Multiple OC/OC
Rating: T
Summary: I collected your OC's, but instead of making them into a story, I want to make them into a sitcom styled thing, like my old cancelled story 'CATS the Series!".

PICK THREE! THE TOP TWO WILL BE MADE!

REVIEW!

-RJ