A/N: Okay, peeps. This chapter is SPECIAL. Because a) Lots of RxS to satisfy(hopefully) those of you who've been getting impatient. and b) Pal the Bad Ass strikes again! There is a rather long and bludday brilliant work of art at the bottom of this chapter for those of you who could do with some humour. ;) c) It's LONG!
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Chapter 17:
He pulled her head back till it was parallel to the ceiling. Tears slipped down the girl's face as she stared vacantly up at the pinnacle of the tent. Her head no longer felt pleasantly light. Instead, it pounded fiercely, letting her know of its disgust.
Her hands twitched again, aching to claw at her flesh but the spinning faces around her had tied them down. She took some satisfaction in the lines of red her nails had left on her skin before they'd managed to stop her. The cuts stung but she welcomed the pain. She deserved it.
One of the figures stopped in front of her but she was still being forced to look up. A cool hand grasped her chin lightly.
"Pass me the serum."
The voice was achingly familiar and she recognized it in a distant part of her mind. But for the present all that mattered was the ceiling of white cloth above her, draping downwards elegantly.
There were small sounds as people moved around, lifting objects, passing them around. She wondered if they would be passed to her. Sure enough, a moment later the hand was tilting her head slightly, placing a cold object to her lips.
She put up no resistance as the insipid liquid trailed down her throat, burning fiercely as it went. It felt like firewhisky but it tasted like dirt. The man behind her pushed her head forward, the momentum causing it to lurch forward till she could now see only the floor. She imagined trying to raise her head for a second, then gave up. It wasn't worth the effort. She was in no danger, sadly. She knew who was around her.
There was a metallic scraping sound as a pair of chair legs entered her narrowed field of vision. A pair of boots walked around it and sat down, legs crossed.
The woman in front of her cleared her throat, but she didn't look up. The pounding in her head had dulled to a gentle throbbing which couldn't compare with her racing heart.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and you will answer. Lie if you will, you've been given Veritaserum. I'm sure you know what that is. We will know the truth. Understood?"
"Yes." The word flew from her mouth, surprising her.
"Good. Now, are you Millicent Thorne, daughter of Edmund Thorne?"
Millie looked up, into Natalie's eyes. She recoiled slightly as if she had not been expecting Millie to make eye contact. "Yes."
Natalie's eyebrows contracted at her answer.
"Did you try to kill Nathaniel James Connor and Jenna Carroll as of the 16th of September?"
Millie nodded, hands shaking under their restraints.
"Yes." She whispered.
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Rose slid the phone into her shorts pocket almost as an afterthought. It was unlikely anyone would be calling her on it, but she may as well carry it, she'd definitely paid a neat amount for it. She tugged her tank top up a final time, glancing around the room to see she had everything. She didn't want to apparate needlessly between the motel and the site.
Locking the door behind her, she descended the stairs heading for the alley running parallel to the rundown establishment. A twinge of worry pricked her as her thoughts turned to Scorpius. He hadn't come back to the motel after they'd finally gotten out of the pyramid. Or had he? She shook her head, confused. Last night was a blur. She barely remembered getting back much less who had been with her as she'd done so. Lord only knew how she'd apparated without splinching herself.
Regardless, he hadn't been there by the time she'd woken up. Rose clucked her tongue irritably as she caught her thoughts. She didn't need to worry about Malfoy. He was a grown up and could handle himself… probably.
Stepping into the dark alley, she twisted on the spot, focusing on her destination.
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"Ahoy Rosie! Good to see you here, nice and early."
"Hi Adam," Rose grinned at the good-looking man standing near a wooden beam arching randomly into the sky. "What's that then?" She asked, pointing to it.
"That,"Adam said, clapping the piteous beam till it wobbled precariously, "is absolutely nothing. For now, anyway."
Rose raised her eyebrows, joining him where he stood. "So what's it going to be then?"
"Aah, the penultimate question. It says it wants to be a tent when it grows up. Can you imagine?"
"...Not really. What are you on about?"
"We," Adam's eyes glinted manically as he looked at her, "are having ourselves a party."
There was a beat of silence as Adam waited for Rose to explode into a fit of whooping and cheering and Rose expected Adam to say 'Just kidding, let's grab some toast.'
The moment of silence passed without either of these events occurring.
Finally, Rose ventured to break it. "Why are we having a party?"
"Because, my little moppet, we are celebrating the fact that we have cracked the mystery of the pyramid of Djedefre, The Invisible Pyramid, the Heap of Rubble, the-you get my point I'm sure."
Rose's eye twitched as Adam flung an arm over her shoulders. "Isn't that a bit insensitive?" she protested. "To Nate, Jenna and Millie I mean? Aren't they in the medical tent right now?"
Adam shrugged, the movement jostling Rose. "Not really. I went to see Nate and he said he was fine and would I please put on a shirt the next time I came to visit him."
She snorted, swatting his arm away. "And the other two?"
"I'm sure they're fine. Jenna was asleep and I don't know where Millie was, I guess she was well enough to go back to her own tent. But Rosie," Adam turned to her seriously. "We were lucky last night. I don't for a moment believe that Mills was acting of her own volition, it must have been some sort of evil voodoo or something." He wiggled his fingers to illustrate the word 'voodoo'. "And people have died before on this expedition, you know. Like that bloke, Daniel Summers. Man, that was nasty."
Rose stopped walking, standing in the shadow of the pyramid. "What do you mean?" she asked carefully. "Who's Daniel Summers and what..?"
"-Happened?" Adam finished her sentence. "It was the second week, right? So we'd just gotten into the ante-chamber, hadn't defused the curses. So this bloke, Summers, he just walks in, cool as you please, and starts fiddling with one of those weird statues lining the walls. Anyway, he tried to lift one of them up, I think he thought it was magical….It was."
Rose looked at him expectantly, willing him to continue.
Adam leaned in closer, clearly enjoying the retelling of his gruesome tale. "It started controlling him. Made him run repeatedly into the wall, trying to tear his limbs apart. By the time we got to him, he was trying to claw his eyes out."
Rose's eyes were appropriately wide, pleasing the story teller. "Did he?" She breathed out.
"Did he what?"
"Claw his eyes out?"
"He d-"
"Well, isn't this cozy?"
Rose jumped a little at the intrusion, spinning around to see Scorpius surveying them, expression of superiority pinned firmly in place.
She realized how close she and Adam were standing and backed up quickly. And she'd really wanted to know what had happened to Daniel…
"What are you doing here?" She snapped.
Scorpius arched an eyebrow at her hostile tone. "Helping set up for the party, of course. What are you doing here?"
"Working." Rose answered quickly.
His eyes flickered between the two of them. "Clearly. Well, I suppose in that case, I'm working as well."
"You needn't bother." She said acidly. "I can manage for a day. I'm sure there are plenty of things you'd rather be doing."
His gaze lingered on her for a few moments, making her feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She tugged at her shorts nervously and his eyes followed the movement, flicking back up to her face.
"Yes," he said. "There are plenty of…things I'd rather be doing."
He smirked wickedly at her and turned away, levitating a stack of white cloth as he went, leaving a frustrated Rose in his wake to wonder what exactly he'd been trying to say.
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She had to admit, it was pretty. Light swathes of white cloth suspended from a central point arched gracefully downwards. Wood poles with glittering fairy lights entwined around them held up the structure. The rustic setting had been enhanced by wooden tables dotted around the enclosure, the floor laid over with bricks. Globes of light bobbed around the guests, wending their way around people and beams alike.
For a last minute effort, it was spectacular. But what really made it beautiful was the wide expanse of stars glittering in the sky and the blacks formations that were pyramids. Looking up, Rose was overcome by a feeling of vertigo, as if she were looking out over a cliff and being able to see each minute detail on the ground far below. Even in Hogwarts it had been impossible to see the sky like this. There had always been too much light drowning them out.
She wandered idly around the knots of people, not seeing anyone she knew. It was a relief to see that she was in no way overdressed. She'd been hesitant before, when donning the golden dress. What if everyone turned up in jeans and t-shirts? But knowing wizards, that was impossible no matter where in the world they were. And indeed, everyone had turned up in their very best outfits, some bordering on the ludicrous. Rose eyed a pink flamingo standing out above the crowd, firmly fixed to a rotund witch's hat and smoothed down her clothes gratefully. She'd opted for a dress she'd found in her trunk, undoubtedly bought by Dom. Pale gold and more fitted than anything she usually wore, it accentuated her collarbones with its thin straps, just barely skimming her knee.
Looking in the mirror, she'd been amused to find herself wearing the exact colours of Gryffindor with her red hair and golden dress.
An image of Scorpius and what he might possibly have to say about that had flashed across her mind before she'd pushed it away irritably. This wasn't about him. She'd dressed up because she wanted to. Nothing to do with him.
Pulling herself back to the present, she dropped tiredly into a chair, feet already aching thanks to her heels. Where were Adam and Scorpius? Or Natalie for that matter?
"Rose?"
A quiet voice to her left made her spin around, neck burning with whiplash.
"Ow." She massaged it absent mindedly, eyes focusing on the figure almost completely hidden by shadows. "Uh, hi."
The frail figure leaned forward and Rose realized with a jolt that it was Millie Thorne. Her wide brown eyes were swollen and red, and she was dressed simply in jeans and a full sleeve t-shirt, arms wrapped tightly around herself like a shield.
The girl smiled wanly at her and Rose smiled back hesitantly. She still didn't know what had happened down in the pyramid and her instincts screamed at her to be careful.
"Have-" Millie broke off, voice faltering. "Do you know where Jenna is? And Nate?"
Rose shook her head slowly. "No, I haven't seen them today." She answered truthfully. "Wouldn't they be in the medical tent?" She cringed inwardly at how her question sounded- accusatory.
"No….they were discharged earlier today. I went to see them, but…" She shook her head looking off into the crowd. "It's a very nice party."
Rose's insides squirmed with guilt she couldn't place. There was something so…vulnerable about Millie. Yesterday she'd been energetic, full of life. Now she looked completely drained as if she'd aged decades overnight. And how superficial must this gathering seem to her? -All these people celebrating while she seemed to be stuck in some sort of personal hell, by the look of her.
"Yes," she found herself agreeing absently, having forgotten what Millie had last said.
A flicker of amusement seemed to cross her face momentarily as she looked at Rose, gaze shrewd. "Are you wondering whether I'm going to try and rip your throat out?"
Rose flinched at the crude wording. "N-no. Of course not. Why would-"
Millie shrugged. "It's all over your face. You blame me for what happened last night." Rose's cheeks burned in shame at having been caught out. "But I just want you to know…it wasn't me."
She looked up, eyes beseeching Rose to listen. "It was that statue…I thought it was so beautiful when I saw it. None of the others did…I don't know…and then suddenly I was so happy and my mind was so free! I just wanted to do what she was telling me to….I guess it's a bit like being under the Imperius curse."
A chill ran down Rose's spine as she envisioned a curse powerful enough to override another person's will entirely, even centuries after it had been cast.
Millie leaned forward, loose strands of hair escaping her ponytail. "They asked me about it of course. Didn't believe me until they used the Veritaserum. Even then, that bitch-"she cut herself off abruptly, swallowing her words. "Even then they barely believed me. But you believe me, don't you Rose? You believe me right?"
The expression of desperate hope on her face was heart wrenching, as if Rose believing her was all she needed for everything to be alright. The burden of responsibility and obligation was settling heavily on Rose's shoulders as she stared at the girl opposite her.
Her fingers clenched tightly over the edge of the table as she answered. "I do."
Pure relief spread over Millie's face, lips curving upward in a watery smile. "Thank God," she choked out. "If you believe me, then the others will as well, right? Maybe…maybe they won't send me home. I can't go home, Rose. This is my life."
Rose felt a twinge of unease at this conversation. She was essentially an outsider in this party. She didn't know Millie and didn't know what she could possibly say to make the older girl feel better. She didn't want to misstep but she didn't want to say nothing either.
She was saved from having to answer by a tap at her shoulder.
"Would you like to dance?" A heavily accented voice inquired.
Rose turned her gaze upward to face the tall man blocking her view. His skin seemed almost golden in the muted glow of the lights, jet black hair flopping into his brown eyes.
"Oh, I'm here with someone, I-" Her eyes skittered to her left, doing a double take as she noticed Millie was gone. She probed the crowd with her eyes urgently, relaxing as she saw Millie making her way towards a lone figure with tousled brown hair- Nate.
So she was alone then.
She bit her lip, looking at the still extended hand of the Egyptian boy in front of her.
He grinned at her endearingly, eyes twinkling. "Go on, take my hand."
She did.
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Scorpius stopped in his tracks as he saw Rose being whisked away for a dance. He frowned, annoyed, and redirected his footsteps.
This party sucked. Sure, it was all very well put together- and why wouldn't it be, when he'd helped?- but it really wasn't where he'd choose to spend a Saturday night. Unless of course Rose was around- which she was, but not really as they had yet to exchange a single word. Now if only that Egyptian bastard hadn't gotten to her first…
He stuck his hands into the pockets of his blazer, leaning idly against a pole. His eyes traced Rose as she spun around the floor, laughing wildly. He noted with amusement that she'd already switched partners and with derision that there seemed to be a line of guys now queuing for their chance.
And why wouldn't there be, when her skirt was whipping up like that? That ridiculously Gryffindor dress she had on…
He was barely aware that he'd started walking forward again until his shoulders collided with a few of the more exuberant dancers. They let out several exclamations of protest, moving out of his way. He was just steps away from her when a hand descended firmly on his shoulder, spinning him around.
"There you are!" Natalie crowed triumphantly. "I've been looking for you all over! Care to dance?"
She grabbed his hand, invading his personal space.
Scorpius looked over her head, searching for Rose, but she'd moved away. Natalie started writhing to the beat, hands on his chest as he fought the overwhelming urge to push her away.
Where the fuck was Rose?
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Rose swiped away the strands of hair escaping her up-do. The latest in the long line of men kissed her hand and winked at her before moving away, relinquishing the next dance to someone else.
Firm hands caught her, directing her expertly as the song changed to a slow one.
"Adam!" She said, surprised. "Where have you been all this time?"
Adam smirked at her lazily. "Making new friends. I propose you do the same. Did you like any of the blokes you've danced with so far?"
Rose rolled her eye at him. "Not really. I mean, they were all good-looking and only about half of them stepped on my feet but they're not really my type."
"No, your type is more fair, blond and built isn't it?"
Rose narrowed her eyes at him, shaking her head as if to say Very funny. "I know what you're getting at. And I don't appreciate it."
Adam grinned, eyes roving the crowd. "Not saying anything. Although, I must say, I have dibs on that guy over there, so don't even think about him."
He motioned to a tall man standing off to the side, observing the proceedings. Rose's eyebrows shot up. "Nice," she commented. "Not a bad figure. Pretty chiseled good looks as well-eek!"
She laughed uproariously as Adam pulled her back in from the sudden spin, her head whirling. "Just kidding," she grinned at the look of consternation on his face. "Well not about his looks- I mean he is pretty fit."
"Well," Adam said lightly. "So is your bloke. I've seen him reject about twenty proposals in the last ten minutes. He seems to be getting on with The Bitch though."
He nodded to the right and Rose looked around, catching sight of Scorpius slow dancing with Natalie. Instant irritation flooded her at the sight and this time she didn't try to fight it. "What's going on with the two of them?" She asked, knowing she sounded churlish.
Adam shrugged, spinning her slowly. "Can't say. Well, I know what's going on with gnat, that's an easy one. But I can't tell about Scorpius. I was pretty sure he was into you, but…"
Her eyes met Scorpius' across the floor. They stared at each other, a connection seeming to hover between them even as they danced with their respective partners.
"You know," Adam said thoughtfully, breaking her focus. "You can use my tent tonight, if you need to. I don't think I'll be needing it."
Rose turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "What makes you say that?"
He grinned wickedly. "Intuition. So what say you?"
Rose smiled wryly. "Well, I have a room at the motel but I'll keep it in mind."
"Good, well I'll be off. I think my date is getting restless…" He pecked her on the cheek and moved away, getting lost among the crowd instantly.
Rose looked around, slightly lost. She was jostled from one side as a couple bumped into her and deciding to get out of the way, she began navigating her way through the maze of elbows and feet.
A hand on the small of her back stopped her, her pulse quickening as she straightened, standing still. The hand trailed across her back, stopping at her waist as Scorpius walked around her, coming to a stop in front of her.
"Is it my turn yet?" He asked, smirking.
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Her head came to rest involuntarily against his shoulder, as his hands tightened around her waist. They swayed on the dance floor, the song slow and slightly depressing.
Rose noted that he hadn't stepped on her feet even once. She stiffened slightly as he rested his chin lightly on her head, wondering how intimate they must look dancing this way, wrapped around each other.
Her hands slid across his shoulders as she shifted slightly. She could feel his heart beating under her hand as it came to rest on his chest. She couldn't stop the small smile unfurling on her face as she realized it was racing as fast as hers.
The moment was peaceful, but her emotions whirled inside her like a tornado, beating at the edge of her thoughts, permeating them, poisoning them. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to Scorpius- she always had been. For as long as she could remember. That was something that hadn't changed over the years. But was that really it?
Her heart didn't know which direction to go in as she realized that the extent of her feelings went beyond pure attraction. Old feelings resurfaced as she confronted her emotions. Her grip on his jacket tightened, her nails digging into her palm.
Lust, Betrayal, Love.
Tears sprang to her eyes as he kissed her forehead softly. She couldn't fall for him again. Having her heart broken once was enough. She couldn't go through it twice. But even as she thought it, she could feel her control slipping. She thought again of what Dom had said to her- what if she had been wrong in blaming him all those years ago? She'd been too scared to even consider the possibility before. It had crossed her mind multiple times, but she'd always been too scared of being wrong.
Her eyes dried as she let her mind wander, breathing in his scent. She knew what she was doing- even now she was pushing away the possibility of being wrong. But she let herself do it. It was another life, an old mistake. It didn't affect today.
"Rose?"
She looked up, giving him a lopsided smile.
His lips quirked up slightly at the goofy expression on her face.
He leaned in closer, smoothing her hair away from her face.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.
"Since when have you asked?"
He smiled, their foreheads resting against each others. "Since now."
"W-ell," Rose played with the word, drawing it out as if she needed to think about it. "I suppose you can."
"Good." He tilted her chin up, kissing her softly. Rose leaned in, winding her arms around his neck.
"Scorpius!"
They sprang apart guiltily, turning to look at an out of breath Natalie.
"What are you doing?" She snapped, looking between the two of them.
"Not you, that's for sure." He replied snidely. "Look Natalie, I don't like you that way, alright?"
"You do! I know you do! Don't bother with trash like her." She nodded in Rose's direction.
Scorpius stepped forward menacingly. His voice was tight when he spoke, fists clenched as if he was restraining himself from striking out. "Don't say a word about her-"
Rose's shoulders slumped as it sunk home what she'd just been doing. Unwilling to listen to the rest of the argument, she turned on her heel and left, shouldering her way through the throng, pushing aside everything in her path.
The cold air outside hit her like a wave, goosebumps rising instantly along her exposed arms.
She wrapped her arms around herself, fighting back tears of frustration. Her body fought against her mind, aching to be wrapped in Scorpius' embrace, not her own. Logic and a sense of self-preservation urged her to apparate away, return to England, stay with her family- anything but continue to stand here, alone and pathetic.
"Rose!"
She half-turned, heart wrenching painfully as her gaze landed on a flushed Scorpius, clutching one of the beams, looking as forlorn as she felt. His eyes were wide and he looked uncharacteristically flustered and…nervous?
For the first time, a wave of shame hit her as she realized that if this was difficult for her, it would be just as hard for him.
He stepped forward hesitantly, coming to a stop in front of her.
"Rose, I-"
She pushed aside her misgivings and launched herself at him, content to just hold him for now, face buried in his neck.
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His lips burned a hot trail down her throat, her hands fisting in his hair. He let out a guttural sound as she pressed closer, dragging his lips back to hers.
She couldn't remember how they'd gotten to the tent she remembered as Adam's and she really couldn't care less.
It was hard to remember anything right now, really.
The thin straps of her dress snapped under his fingers, the material slipping slightly. He pulled back slightly. "Crap, sorry about-"
He broke off, confused as she pushed him back till they were in a sitting position. She heard the sharp intake of breath as the dress pooled around her waist, exposing her. She ran her hands over his bare chest, exploring the ridges of his abdomen, the sharp hipbones above the waistband of his jeans, the firm skin on his back.
His arms went around her again, pulling her close till they were flush against each other, chests and hips aligned like puzzle pieces.
He shivered as her legs went around his waist, pinning him firmly. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he dropped kisses on her shoulder, sucking on a sensitive spot behind her ear, making her shudder.
Why had she denied herself this again?
Slowly, he pushed her back again till she was flat on her back, looking up at him. Her fingers fiddled with the button on his jeans almost absentmindedly as he traced lazy circles on her skin, brushing the edge of the fabric still around her waist.
She smirked up at him challengingly. "What are you waiting for?"
He smiled, taking her in with his eyes. "You."
She laughed mischievously. "Oh I'll come don't worry. You, on the other hand…"
He shook his head, halo of golden hair whipping his face lightly as he marveled at her ability to crack innuendos even now.
With a fluid motion, he slid the last of her clothing from her body, casting it away without tearing his darkened grey eyes from hers. Rose shuddered as she realized how exposed she really was- more than she'd ever been with him.
She fought the urge to fold her arms protectively as he lowered his lips to her ear. "You're beautiful." He murmured lightly.
She wasn't sure what she said in response as her thoughts were lost in the rushing sound filling her ears.
"Are you sure?"
Her eyes snapped open, looking at him disbelievingly. "You're asking me now?"
"Better late than never."
"Right." She said, taking in their position and smiling up at him. "Better late than never."
And to answer his question, she pulled him down till their lips and tongues met again in a fiery dance.
A SPECIAL MESSAGE DELIVERED FROM THE BAD-ASS-EST OF THEM ALL: PAL THE BAD ASS, YO! -Audience applauds-
Sup, yo. Imma back. I know its been a while (5 chapters) but its ALL annevaders fault. She loves to upload. No, seriously. Everytime I call her up and ask her what she is doing she answers ,"Oh Im uploading chapter Blah blah blah". I had to discuss a very important issue ( "Can you come over to help me decide which colour underwear I should wear with my red dress?") She replied, " No, bro Ive got to upload chapter 15."
So, I was obviously mad at her. SHE FORGOT TO ASK ME TO WRITE TO YOU ALL. And Ive really really missed you all. I read the reviews and im like, Damn, yo, these peeps love me. And yes, Tikinclocks, Pal the bad ass is FTW. So i thank all you sexy people out there. Keep bringing in the love. In exchange, Pal the badass always got ya back, dawg.
Yeah, I said it.
Of late, me and Annevader have been arguing a lot. Some of our arguments are like this one:
Me: "You're just jealous that your readers like me MORE!"
AnneV: "No, they don't you pseudo bad ass!"
Me:" TAKE THAT BACK!"
AnneV:"What my computer? GLADLY!"
Me: " YOUR STORY SUCKS!" (I didnt mean that.)
AnneV: " YOU SUCK!"
Me: "YOUR FACE SUCKS!"
AnneV: "YOU SUCK!"
Aah Annevader. Ever so eloquent.
And we go on for ours, stopping at regular intervals for food and other supplies. Except this one day where our argument took a somewhat personal route:
"YOU ARENT EVEN A REAL BAD ASS!"
"YOU ARENT EVEN A REAL...VADER.."
Yeah, man. I got class.
Basically, we got a bit physical ( She punched me on the arm. I chucked a lamp at her. we're cool shiznits ma.) and our friend Palak who refuses to adopt a penname ( We recommended The Egg, Eggster, Egghead and Omlette but she refused them all. She is SO picky.) had to intervene.
Good times.
you see, me and Annevader have a connection of sorts. Take this conversation for example:
AnneV: Are ye going to school tommorow?
Me: Hmm...
AnneV: Hmmm?
Me: Hmm.
AnneV: You booger.
Anyways,
THEY DID IT! (Scorose, I mean). They did the deed! I know its kind of perverted for me to be excited, but well. Heeheheeee. They rolled in the hay, yo. The egg has been planted yo( HEHE PALAK HEHE). However, it is a bit hard for me to look annevader in the eye now. God knows who she is imagining naked when we discuss the weather. *shudders*
Moving on,
THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL THE LURRVE YOU THREW MA WAY. Yeah, bro. I caught it all.