Author's Note: Oh boy, I'm sorry for the wait, the length (or therefore lack of), and the quality of this chapter. I just started back at art school, and believe it or not, I am swamped with art related things. However, I have managed this sneeze this out, and some ideas are beginning to form. Hope you don't hate it.

"Stop doing that." Molly told me.

"Doing what?" I asked innocently.

"Smiling." She said, pulling an unattractive face. "It's very unnatural for you."

I gave her another grin in response, which was only received with eye rolling and sighing. I didn't blame her though, I would be temperamental towards pleasant people if I hadn't been kissed so hard my knickers nearly came flying off. They didn't though, because I do have an ounce of self-control – but only an ounce.

"It's because Seth is moving in today, isn't it?" She said with a very resigned sigh, however I could almost see a smile on her face.

"Er – yes, absolutely." I said, having completely forgotten about the arrangements.

In all honestly, my socks (and almost my knickers) had been knocked off by the kiss so hard I was too preoccupied by my withdrawal symptoms to remember to tie my shoelaces, let alone my living arrangements. I was utterly hopeless, but also desperate for another hour-long kiss.

That being said, I was still a barrel full of nerves, leaping about a foot in the air whenever I heard the crunch of gravel under a car. How could you honestly blame me when the memory of his fingers tracing my jaw kept resurfacing in my mind?

"Stop being strange for once." Molly said, her sighing resuming. "I think he's here, if you keep acting like yourself you'll scare him off."

"Excellent advice." I said sarcastically, before ripping the front door open so hard it nearly came off its hinges.

"Someone's eager." Seth said, a little surprised, unloading boxes from his car.

"Just being helpful, you know." I said smoothly, walking over to pick up a box.

"Oh – no," He said, shuffling a box around in his hands, a blush coming to his face. "Let me, you don't have to do that…"

"Seth," I told him, eyes narrowing. "I do have arms, you know."

He stayed silent, but didn't look too happy. Within half an hour, we had piled his belongings in a bland spare room, which had mold growing like cobwebs from the corners of the ceiling.

"Er –" He started awkwardly, mopping at his brow. "I didn't really bring a, you know, bed – or anything like that…"

The whole situation was terribly strange, and there was a rather heavy atmosphere. I peered at Seth sheepishly.

"Yes, yes – because of the economy." I said, visibly cringing.

He nodded enthusiastically, looking deranged. We lapsed into an awkward silence, but eventually falling into a discussion of how we should arrange the room. Seeing as Seth didn't have a bed, we ended up shoving a tired lounge into the corner, with about two hundred records stacked into sloppy piles.

After kicking a shanty Aztec looking rug into the center of the room, Seth turned to look at me. "It's practically a studio."

"It looks like degenerates live here." I said, frowning at the general run-down feeling of the room.

"Well," He said, gesturing to the both of us, his arms flapping wildly. "We kind of are-"

I scoffed to silence him, before tumbling into another uncomfortable silence. He looked very anxious all of a sudden, wringing his hands, and shooting me bizarre side-ways glances.

"What are we?" Seth asked suddenly, sounding nervous.

"Er – people, I suppose?" I answered, an eyebrow raised. "Although, I do think I'm much more like a walrus-"

"No," He interrupted, the corners of his lips twitching. "I meant us, as in you and me-"

"Well," I surged on, slightly perplexed. "As I just said, I'm quite sure I'm a walrus."

He sighed, a very strained look on his face, although it did look as though he was close to laughing. "Relationship wise, I meant."

"Ah!" Was all I could say for a moment. "Well, boyfriend and girlfriend seems a bit juvenile, doesn't it?"

He nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment. The wind howled from outside the window, and, at one horrible point, the house gave a heavy shudder, as though it were about to be knocked over.

"But is sounds worse if I call you my partner." He said the word with a grimace.

"That makes us sound like detectives though." I pointed out.

"We're not detectives." Seth said with a frown.

"Nobody else has to know that." I said simply, resolving all the issues.

"Yes, but," He started pointedly. "All of our friends and family know we're not detectives so –"

"Fine," I said. "You can be my boyfriend. If you want."

"Well." He said, smoothing his hair out of his eyes. "I do want to be."

"That settles it then."

"Indeed."

"Don't say indeed, it makes you sound like you're an old man."

"I thought I was an old man."

He peeked at me from the corners of his eyes, a sheepish grin on his face. I pulled a very exaggerated frown to stop myself from smiling, but ended up looking a little deranged all the same. We were three meters apart, and even though I hadn't brushed my hair in three days, and he was still doing that stupid thing with his face, there was an overwhelming air of sexual tension.

"Maybe this can be our make-out room." I said, shuffling my feet.

"The world is our make-out room." He said, throwing his arms around, not meeting my eye. "But this room is also good."

As we've already established, I have only an ounce of self-control, and the little that I had went out the window as soon as our eyes met. There's no better way to phrase it, but as soon as his eyes traced my face, I threw myself at him. Lips crushing together, his arms enclosed around me, consuming me almost. I felt hot almost dizzy under his touch. A shrill ring was the only thing that broke us apart.

"That would be the phone." I said, very obviously.

"Indeed." He repeated, running a hand through his hair.

I smoothed my own hair before exiting the room and bounding down the stairs, Seth at my heels. I picked the phone up and spun around so I was facing him, giving him a grin. I was aware of Molly in the lounge room, reading a book, so Seth and I couldn't resume our previous activities in front of her. Also, it would be difficult while on the phone.

"This is Ginger." I said easily, still looking at Seth.

"Hello, Ginger." Said a familiar voice.

My smile froze, my stomach sinking. I recognised that voice, and it only accompanied bad news and disappointing family gatherings. I couldn't respond.

"What's wrong?" Seth whispered, a frown creasing his face.

It was hard to believe he could understand every expression on my face after such a short period of time.

I gestured towards Molly wildly, before jabbing a finger towards the phone and flapping my arms around my head. Seth simply cocked his head to the side, looking alarmingly similar to a bemused dog. This only encouraged me to wave my arms around even more wildly.

"Stop dancing!" Molly snapped.

"You are really awful at charades, Ginger." Seth said, looking at me sympathetically.

I huffed and turned my back to them, returning back to the phone.

"Hello?" My mother's voice hummed over the receiver. "Hello? Ginger?"

"I'm here." I said. "How can I help you?"

"I was wondering when I could come for Molly." She said.

"Let me just check my calendar." I said, pausing, but not moving. "Ah – yes, over my dead body would be good for me if it suits you."

She laughed, although it did not sound genuine at all. "If you don't start cooperating, we may have to take legal action."

Her words made the pit of my stomach feel empty and cold, like I couldn't even breathe. "Is that a threat?" I managed to choke out.

"You better believe it is." She said, before the line went dead.