AH! ONE MORE DAY 'TILL H.O.A.! XD Hey, that rhymed. That was not my intention; I'm not that smart.

What do you guys think is going to happen? And do you think any characters are finally going to get together? I hope so…

I had a weird dream last night where some of the H.O.A. characters were kidnapped and being stored on a train, and I had to rescue them from Rufus. He killed me, and my last thought was "No! Now I'll never know how season two ends!" True story, bro. :D I JUST remembered it now, like some weird flashback. Haha!

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"This is disgusting," I said flatly.

Eddie and I were starting out our punishment in the boys' main toilet. I had argued we did the worst one first, so of course he had promptly headed to the girls' and I the boys'. I finally found him and dragged him back here, but now I was beginning to regret my choice. We were going to have to clean them all sooner or later, so why not tackle the most revolting obstacle first and get it out of the way? But now that I was actually looking at the toilet… this was truly gag- worthy.

"Hey, Eddie…" I started in a sweet voice, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear innocently. "Do you think you could…. maybe… clean this toilet by yourself, and I can do the girls'-"

"Not fallin' for that, Yacker," he smirked unsympathetically.

I punched him in the arm, even though I had to admit that he didn't really do anything this time.

"Ow! You've been hitting me all day! What is this, football?" he joked, holding his arm.

"What?" I asked, not understanding his reference.

"What? Never heard of foot- oh, yeah…" he mused. "You guys play it the wrong way. I'm not talking about soccer, I'm talking about football."

"Soccer?"

"Never mind."

He knelt down by the toilet and turned to face me on his knees. As I glared down at him, I realized that the only facial expression he seemed to be capable of making was a cocky smirk, one eyebrow high. It made me smile.

"What?" he questioned, making the exact face I was thinking about.

"I dunno," I responded, altering my gaze to the rim of the toilet.

"Well, then. Y' gonna join the party down here?" he asked in his American drawl. I sighed and dropped to my knees, filthy toothbrush in hand. We both sat there, sitting back for a moment and waiting for the other to do something.

"Ladies first," he said smartly. That earned his aching arm another punch. "Ow! If we're going to hang out, you're gonna need to work your physical contact problem." I looked up at him in surprise; he sounded genuinely angry, but I found a warm smile on his face instead. I also discovered that it was contagious. Soon we were both laughing for no apparent reason. I guess it was true, though. The only way I knew how to deal with all my mixed feelings about the cockroach was physical force. Finally, after a few minutes, I wiped my eyes free of tears and cleared my throat.

"Well, then." I rolled up my sleeves and gripped my toothbrush tighter. I looked at Eddie one last time, checking to see if maybe he'd be gentleman after all. No luck. He graciously let me start the job. I guess he wouldn't go so far as to actually be nice to me…

I stuck my hand into the damp bowl, and began to scrub the marks off the sides of the basin. The brush scratched disgustingly against the side, making an extremely unpleasant squealing noise. Eddie gave a snort of laughter from beside me as I continued my sick duty, making what were probably some very interesting facial expressions. After a minute or so, I decided that I needed to see Eddie in misery as well as the other way around.

"Okay," I said, drawing my hand out. "Your turn."

Eddie sighed and said plainly, "Move over, Yacker."

He had been scrubbing diligently for a few minutes, when suddenly a very brilliant idea came into my head. I leaned forward inconspicuously and suddenly bumped him roughly, sending his hand plunging into the murky depths of the boys' toilet.

He "ugh!"'d in disgust as I laughed insanely, managing to get out, "Oops, sorry!"

But I should have known my actions would not go without consequence. Suddenly, cold, nasty water was flicked into my face. Not enough to drench me completely, but enough to make me smell. It was not funny, but I found myself laughing anyway.

"Hey!"

I reached into the toilet with my toothbrush and saturated it in water, then looked up at Eddie deviously.

"Nononononono!" He protested, cracking a grin that was suddenly splattered with droplets of toilet water.

Soon we both stopped resisting the blows we were given, and instead relished the ones we gave out. We sat there on our knees, in a bathroom flooded with toilet water, laughing and dripping wet. We both smelled horrible, and were making so much noise. I didn't really care. My spirits were high and I was laughing more than I could remember ever having done in my life. The toothbrushes (a.k.a. water slingshots) were soon abandoned, and instead we sprayed each other with Oxiclean and crumpled toilet paper up to throw at each other. I threw my head back and laughed as one of my wads of wet toilet paper smacked Eddie right in the face. In return, he tackled me to the tile relentlessly, yet gently. At his touch I felt my stomach drop, and despite my attempts to stop feeling weird all of a sudden, I couldn't stop the sporadic butterflies. He had my arms pinned down the ground, and his wet hair dripped on my forehead repeatedly like some sort of Chinese water torture.

"Stop! Get off, Cockroach!" I protested with a smirk, wiggling under his weight. I looked up into his deep eyes, and we just stared at each other for a moment.

He finally succumbed to my complaints, scooting off of me and offering me his hand so I could sit back up. I took it, but this time, I didn't let go afterwards. He didn't protest, either, he just sat there holding my hand as my heart throbbed in my chest. We were both still smiling from our little war.

"Well played, Yacker," he finally spoke, smiling sideways at me. I smiled back, and suddenly, on impulse, and at the highest point of my climaxing butterflies, I slid forward on the tiles and pressed my lips to his softly. It couldn't have been for more than a second. When I pulled away a moment later, my face was flushed and we both looked shocked. WHAT WAS THAT? My brain screamed. But my heart soared in its chest. Eddie, for once, was speechless.

The kiss had been so painfully short that I couldn't even recall what his lips felt like. But mine were tingling.

"S-sorry…" I said, voice hoarse. I bit my lip nervously as we both just sat there together. But of course, no good thing can last too long without being ruined.

The door crashed open to reveal Victor, who only took a few seconds to go from calm and collected to practically shaking with fury as he surveyed the chaos that was the bathroom. I knew whatever was coming next was probably horrific, but I still couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

What will happen next? DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! Dude I can't wait until tomorrow! H.O.A. FOHEVAH! 3 I will still update over the week, even though I will be pretty busy watching H.O.A. over and over again…