Hello :) I know I wasn't around from month, but I had a really hard time and well, I wasn't in mood to write anything ;/ But from now I'd try my best to update as often it'd be possible and I'm sorry you have to wait so long for a new chapters from me from all fics ;/

And also I wish you all Merry Christmas :)

3 October, 2011

There was an awkward silence between two of them, when Craig has explained how did he managed to get his home address and told him about his connection with the local police station. He was kind of impressed how many friends he has and how clever he was when he came up with the idea of finding him. Maybe he didn't make too much effort as he got everything on the plate, but still there were the intentions what counted for him. He wanted to see him again and well, he has done everything to reach it.

'You're angry at me?' Craig broke the silence as the first, his voice showing the signs of nervousness. 'I know it wasn't entirely lawful, but I believe you can forgive me that?' He was so cute when he was doing puppy eyes.

'No, I'm not angry at you.' He replied with a small smile. 'I'm just surprised.'

'If you gave me your phone number I wouldn't have to do that.' Craig stated and his hand moved to the back of his neck to rub the skin.

'I was in hurry. My nephew landed on surgery and my sister needed me.' He said, although it wasn't entire truth.

'Okay, I understand.' He nodded, but something in his eyes told him he wasn't. Well, not at all. 'I've spent the rest of the night with Darren.' He was in kind of sulking mode, he guessed.

'I'm sorry, but my sister needed me.' He said softly, hoping he'd forgive him. 'You should understand me. You have a brother.'

'And I do!' He said a bit annoyed and moved a hand through his thick hair. 'Look, I'm not angry because you run away, although I should! But now I'm here, we're talking and well, I hope you'd like to meet with me for a lunch…or dinner. You know, somewhere we could talk alone, without your sisters pressing at the door.' John Paul chuckled slightly as something close to; cheeky twat! left Michaela's lips, who without doubt was eavesdropping them. 'Of course, when you feel better.'

'Why not.' He shrugged off with a soft smile, being totally under man's spell.

'So…Maybe it'd be easier for both of us if you give me your phone number.' There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice, but John Paul didn't care. He was too busy listening to his warm voice and looking back into his rich, chocolate eyes to complain. 'You know, to arrange the meeting.'

'Oh, right. Sorry.' He muttered and reached his hand toward him. 'Give me your phone, I'd type it.'

'Fine for me…Until it's your phone number.' He replied with a smirk and handed him his phone. 'I'd check it.' He warned him with cocked eyebrow.

'As you wish…' He retorted with a small grin. 'I'd like to meet with you again, too.'

'So, it's a date, then.' He grinned cheekily when John Paul handed him the phone back. 'I hope this time you wouldn't run away.'

'I won't. Give me a credit, will ya?' He smirked and stood up as he noticed Craig was preparing himself to leave.

'Well, I would if you didn't undermine my confidence.'

'Ah, don't tell me it hurt you so bad.' He said mockingly, amused.

'Well, maybe not that bad.' He shrugged off and suddenly moved closer toward him. John Paul quickly pulled back and covered his face with a shawl when Craig tilted his head a bit like he was going to kiss him on the cheek for goodbye. 'I guess I'd need to wait a bit longer.' He stated with arched eyebrow and a little sarcasm in his voice, while his eyes stared at him back with disappointment.

'I don't want you to get sick.' John Paul explained with flushed cheeks.

'Right.' He nodded his head reluctantly and shoved hands into the pockets of his trousers. 'See you next time, then.'

'I can't wait.' John Paul added before man had a chance to go away, wanting him to know he really wants to meet with him again and he feels the same attraction he felt toward him…Or he should say her. Craig only winked in response and violently opened the door, so Michaela almost fall flat on the floor if Mercy hadn't caught her in time for arms. That's all if it comes about a bit of privacy with your sisters around.

'You're already going out?' Michaela asked trying to sound casual.

'Thought you already heard that.' John Paul replied drily, giving her an evil glare as Craig passed by his sisters. 'Seeing how close you're with the door.'

'Surprisingly I didn't hear that.' She scowled and crossed arms against chest.

'I suggest you clean ears, then.' Craig suddenly chimed in with a raised eyebrow as laid a hand on the door handle. His little sister was looking she was ready to explode, but any of them seemed to care. 'See you later then, Jacqueline.'

'Bye.' He replied back with a silly grin and closed the door behind his Prince. He turned around and lie against it with dreamy eyes, already missing him. 'What?' He asked with a frown, when he noticed his sister's eyes were fixed at him.

'I thought you said you're going to tell him the truth.' Jackie said sharply. 'But what I see it's him asking you for a date and you searching for a dress.' Michaela chuckled on her right side.

'Well, everything went so quickly, I didn't have time.' He replied and crossed arms against chest thinking he'd look more confident. 'But I'll do it.'

'Sure thing you'd.' Jackie snorted and looked at him heavily, making him feel like he was a kid who has done something naughty. 'And I think we need to talk.' Something in her voice was telling him it wouldn't be nothing nice.

4 October, 2011

He was crying like a small baby lying flat on the hard floor when she sat on his legs to not let him run away and began scratch his chest and face with her own nails. She was sure it hurt him pretty bad, but it was well deserved after what he has doing to her for the last two days. He deserved a lesson and she felt compelled to give him one.

'Get off me!' The boy cried under her trying to push her away, but she was quicker and surprisingly stronger, so without problems she grabbed him for the wrists and pinned back to the floor. 'You stupid cow!'

'I already warned you today what would happen to you if you don't leave me alone!' She snapped back, didn't think about letting him go.

'She's crazy!' Some boy yelled from the small crowd surrounding the fighting couple. 'They should lock her in mental house!'

'Maybe they should do that to you, Spencer, you dork!' Red haired girl with ponytail shouted back.

'Shut your mouth, Alice!'

'Or what you do to me? Pull for my hair?' She was sensing another fight in the air when suddenly someone shouted to run away and before she could check what's going on, she felt someone hands under her armpits and she has been roughly pulled up to her feet. She turned her head ready to fight with whoever grabbed her, when she realized it wasn't anyone from her class. It was her teacher taking a hold of her arm. He had flushed cheeks and angry look in his blue eyes which didn't bode anything good.

'He started first!' She said quickly before things would get hotter.

'Take her straight to the headmaster!' The music teacher shouted as she bended over to help Mark stand up from the floor. Now she knew why she never liked her.

'My class. Now!' Her teacher said and pulled her forward. 'And don't even think about going anywhere.' Like she has choice, she thought drily, unhappily following him to his class.

3 October, 2011

She was taking every pose she'd think about, when he was patiently taking each picture of her. He was glad he used the near park for the background, so she could have a bit of fun on the swing set or slide and pictures would look more naturally. She was one, sweet kid and definitely daddy's apple of the eye as he was all the time very close to her, telling her to be careful and don't run too much around.

'She's a kid. And kids always run.' He finally said as the man again caught her for the small coat to stop her. 'You're a bit too protective.' He knew it was probably not his right to stick his nose into his business, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

'I don't want to offend you, but it's my child and I'd raise her the way I think it's the best for me and her.' He answered politely, but he could tell he was a bit annoyed with his comment. 'Jas, stay calm for a bit. Maybe you'd sit down?' Again the same overprotective tone of voice and him walking into frame when the girl only coughed.

'I'm fine, daddy.' She smiled widely and waved her small hand toward the lens when she finally stayed at the place. 'I just want more pictures!' She threw tiny arms into air with a loud squeal, hurting his poor ears.

'But I don't want to hear you feel sick when we get back to home.' It made him chuckle a bit as the guy tried his best to sound tough, although he could tell he was one, big softie. He glanced aside to look at him and again add his few coins, when something in man's face made him stop. He didn't look like he was angry or annoyed, he looked more like…worried. And upset? There was a thin line creating at his forehead as he wrinkled his eyebrows when his dark eyes filled with sadness were gingerly following the girl, until they didn't meet with the lens of camera.

Set of emotions tearing the guy from the inside seemed to drift from his eyes in one flow, taking him by surprise and totally blowing him up. The face, the way he looked…He knew he just found something special for what he was searching from a long time.

He was shaking with excitement.

'I need to take a picture.' He announced surprising not only the man, but himself too.

'I thought you were already doing it from good fifteen minutes.' He replied back, giving him a funny look like he was thinking he just lost his mind completely.

'No, I meant you.' He explained incoherently, energetically pointing a finger at him.

'Me?' He arched his eyebrow surprised. 'I was asking you to take pictures of my bunny, not me.'

'Please, just two…Or maybe three pictures!' He'd probably scared the guy with his sudden enthusiasm, but he didn't care. 'Just stay like you're…Or better place your daughter on your right lap.' He instructed as he alone knelled down to have better vision. 'Just kneel down like me and do it.' If it was someone else he'd probably get back to work with at least bleeding nose and black eye, but surprisingly this guy just did what he has told him and wrapped his arms around the middle of the little girl he pushed back to make her sit down on his lap. He could tell he was curious and that was the reason why he was still there.

'Daddy, smile!' The girl ordered and finally there was a small, almost shy smile on man's lips as he looked down at her.

Of course he didn't stop himself only at three pictures. He took a dozens of them while they were still in the same position. His finger was rapidly moving up and down as his was choosing the better ankles, moving his body back and forward, and on the sides. He was so aware of what he was doing, in one moment he pulled back a way too far and before he knew what was going on, he landed on his four letters with a quiet moan. The man immediately jerked his head up and turned toward him, once again mesmerizing him with the same look in his eyes he had before. Didn't think twice he took the last picture, deep down enjoying his victory.

He was again feeling that. That unique feeling he thought he lost long time ago and it'd never come back to him.

'What's wrong with you?' The man frowned with a small smirk on his lips as he fixed his eyes at him grinning up like an idiot.

'Nothing. I just retrieve my soul.' He replied truthfully, his body filled with joy. 'I can make pictures.' It had to sound stupid and bizarre, but for him they were the most beautiful words he said from the long time.

4 October, 2011

'If he didn't make a laugh of me every time he sees me and didn't pull for my hair I wouldn't have to do that.' She scowled when the teacher from English Literature handed her exercise book back. 'He's doing it all the time, sir!' She moaned, didn't understand why it's only her who's in trouble. Mark was the same guilty as her!

'You could tell me or other teacher about that, not try to punish him on your own.' He replied firmly, setting his eyes at her. 'I know Mark isn't an angel, but you can't scratch him over the face and beat him down.'

'I was only protecting myself!'

'I want you to show my note to your parents and this Thursday I want to see one of them in my class. I need to talk with them about your behavior.'

'Do you have to, sir?' She moaned, couldn't believe she has such a bad luck. It was so unfair! 'You know I'm not a trouble in the class and I'm the best in our class. There's no one else who can compare with me!'

'And you're a bit too much into yourself, don't you?' He suddenly said sharply, seemed to be angry at her.

'I'm only saying the truth!' She argued, didn't see nothing wrong in that. 'I know my quality and I'm not embarrassed to say it loud.'

'Maybe if you change your attitude you'd have friends in the class.'

'I don't need friends. I'm good on my own.' She scowled and hide her exercise book to her rucksack.

'This Thursday I'm seeing one of your parents, otherwise you'd be in real trouble.' He warned her, but she really didn't care about that.

'Fine, sir. I'd pass on.' She turned around and rolled her eyes.

'See you tomorrow, Sylvia. And don't forget about your homework! I'd check it!'