Okay, just another little thank you note.

I want to thank everyone who reads my fanfic and leaves a comment. Your comments are always appreciated. Although, if you have any constructive criticism, I'd love that, too.

-Aceh

The day without Scipio was boring and uneventful.

"Hey guys, I need to pick up some pens. I'll be back in a little bit," she said, before slipping out of the Stella. It wasn't a lie. She really had run out of pens.

"Be quick!" Hornet called after her, before turning back to the book she was reading.

--x--

Not really knowing where to find pens, Acey found her self walking the familiar route to the Basilica. It really was quite nice there.

She sighed as she sat on a wooden bench, and decided to watch the pigeons for a while. She could write a book where the main character was a pigeon who lived in the Basilica. It would be fun to write...

She was so deep in thought, she didn't notice the familiar face just ahead of her. Well, that is, not for a few minutes.

'Scipio?' she thought to herself. 'How do we always end up catching each other here? But, wait. Who's that with him...?'

Yes. There was another person with him. A person with long and straight jet black hair. A person with a fashionable skirt and top. A very, very beautiful person.

The girl slowly, slowly, took Scipio's hand and smiled. Acey couldn't see Scipio's expression, or her own. But she could feel hers.

A look of shock turned to anger. He had... he had... No. It couldn't be Scipio. It just couldn't be. He wouldn't kiss her, and then find some other girl, would he? Would he?

She couldn't help it; a shocked tear made it's way down her cheek. He had just played her. He never really liked her. Of course not. She was a nerd. And this girl... this girl was... beautiful.

Her hands trembled as she lifted up her last black pen. Was it true? Was he really the lying piece of scum he claimed he was not? Would he really go so low? Oh, how Acey prayed there was a perfectly good reason for this. Her own argument may have been more convincing if she could think of a perfectly good reason.

And then, he turned. And, he saw her.

The look on his face was complete shock. Imagine running into someone in the same place THREE times! He turned from Acey to the girl he stood beside, then back to Acey. She knew that he knew that she knew. It was that simple.

"Acey- No! It's n-not what it l-" he started, but was cut off by the girl.

"Scipio, who is she?" her voice was exactly as Acey had anticipated. High pitched, snobbish and spoiled. Yes, she could tell all that from one voice.

But, Acey turned away. She didn't want an explanation, she had seen enough to make one for herself. Those stupid tears she had been trying to hold back finally made their appearance, sliding down her rosy cheeks. 'No... no. He can't see me cry. I'm not that weak. Who needs Scipio, anyway?'

Yes, she knew it was a lie. But, one had to comfort themselves every now and again, no?

"Acey! Wait!" he called, running towards her. "I-it's not what you think..."

"Oh, so you're going to tell me she's NOT your girlfriend? You're going to tell me you didn't lie to me? " she demanded, spinning around to face him. The look on her face was a mix of anger, sadness and hopelessness, not a very good combo.

"W-well-" but the deseperate Scipio was cut off with a resounding slap from Acey.

She bit her lip, as if almost regretting it, but turned and hurried off. She didn't want to hear anymore from that... that... lying, cheating, rat.