Henry glanced pensively at Kristoff who just sat looking embarrassed. "Why'd you have to bring that up anyway, Mcmillan? It's not like that meant anything. I was just a kid."

"I know, i'm not saying it meant anything, i just wanted to know that you remembered." His hand unconsciously rose to his lips. "Sometimes I'm not sure it actually happened."

"Maybe it's better if it didn't?" Kristoff said bitterly.

"No, that's not it at all. Just look at us now," He sat up straighter and forced a grin. "I mean, we're both making a total killing with the chicks, and no one would ever expect something like that of either of us. It's just cool to have... y'know a big secret... i guess."

Kristoff snorted. "Can you imagine the two of us doing something like that now? People would flip."

"Right here?" Henry gave a real grin this time and was leaning in towards a startled Kristoff when he caught the alley door opening out of the corner of his eye. He pulled away quickly and tried his best to look disinterested. "I guess i'm gonna bounce..." Vlad was walking over with a puzzled look on his face. "Call me if you want... The number's still the same."

"What's going on?" Vlad asked Henry, slugging him lightly in the arm.

"Who busted your lip?" Henry asked, indicating the smear of red on his best friends mouth.

Vlad mumbled something about tripping and Henry snorted. Vlad then shrugged and said "Lipstick." Kristoff glared at him and Henry shook his head with a look of disapproval. "Are you ready? I don't want to be late for the movie."

Henry muttered, "Are you kidding? I was ready to leave before we walked in the door."

Kristoff felt a pang of hurt at this but said nothing, sinking back into the couch with his usual look of disinterest.

October caught Vlad and Henry before they left and they exchanged a few words Kristoff couldn't hear. As they slipped past her she flashed a look of disdain in Vlad's direction then came over to where Kristoff was and perched in her usual spot on the back of the couch her sneakers leaving footprints on the couch cushions. Raul, the guy who manned the bar, rolled his eyes at her, but he had long since stopped trying to have her sit properly. "So, What were you and McMillan talking about, lookin' all lovey-dovey?" When Kristoff didn't answer she changed the subject. "I think you were right about Vlad, there's something weird about that kid. I don't like how much time he spends with Snow. I mean he just comes in here without even saying 'hi' and sneaks out back with her."

Kristoff shrugged, his thoughts on a certain bronze skinned boy.

October sighed, "Wow, here I am admitting that you were right and you don't even pay attention. You really are crushing on Henry McMillan. Sprat's gonna be pissed that you turned him down, but not some jock."

"You're not gonna tell him." Kristoff said fiercely.

October blinked. "Omigod, i was just joking... you really ARE-" Kristoff jumped up and covered her mouth.

"Don't be so loud!" Several people were staring now and they both slinked down to sit correctly on the couch.

October whispered. "Really, what the HELL did he say to you?"

This chapters actually my favorite so far, i love writing October she's, like, so B.A.

also, review or else Kristoff will turn you down for a jock (readers: wut?) just do it