I'm starting to update a little more often now. Since I have several tests this week, I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again. So you guys get an early chapter! Horray for you! Enjoy!

Mokuba's POV

Getting into my blue Lexus, the one I got for my birthday recently, I drove away from the Kaiba mansion to pick up Raven. It didn't surprise me when she greeted me in her favorite pair of blue shorts. Paired with her black stiletto heels (the ones she wore everyday) and a sparkly black top. I couldn't hide the odd look that made its way onto my face. I tried to focus on the road but my eyes always found their way back to her.

Finally Raven defensively asked, "What?"
"Nothing." I said. "It's just... you kinda look like a stripper... That's all."
"Shut up, Mokuba!" She yelled, playfully.

Oh no... Seto used to say that to me a lot. I know it's not "I love you" or anything like that, but it was that closest you could get from a guy like Seto.
"Uhh, Mokuba? ... Mokie? You okay?" She asked, poking me in the cheek, snapping me out of a daze I didn't even know I was in.
"Huh? Oh... Yeah, I'm fine, Raven."
"Are you sure?" She said as we stopped at a red light. We looked into each other's eyes. She was genuinely worried about me. Not that I ever doubted her, but, it felt nice to have someone who so obviously cared about you.

"Yeah. I'm sure." I said. I had a new-found confidence. I was determined to enjoy myself tonight. No thinking about Seto, or school, or anything. Just me, Raven, and about 150 of our closest friends. I revved up the car before speeding away from the traffic light. Officially throwing caution to the wind.

Raven's POV

We pulled up to the party and Mokuba looked a little surprised. I told him that it was a street party, didn't I? The key word there being street. But he soon got over it once we turned the music up in his car. Just as we were getting out of it, some people climbed on top of it and started dancing. Eventually Mokuba made a rule that no one could dance on his car except he and I. And after we had a few drinks, he really started to cut loose. He took his shirt off after his fourth beer. I promise, there's nothing funnier than a half-drunk, half-dressed, and dancing Mokuba!

But, once again, he started talking about his brother. I never liked Seto from the day I met him. He was so... unavailable. In every way possible really. Sometimes I thought he was that way on purpose. I sighed. Poor Mokuba. I thought. But his rantings of Seto stopped just as quickly as they started. And then he really started to dance.

It was romantic in a way. You know, if you call dancing on top of your filthy rich boyfriend's car in the middle of a street party romantic.

But then his cell phone started to ring. So much for our (sort of) romantic evening.

A/N: Let me know how I'm doing! xoxo

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