Author's Note

Wow. Dudes.

Seventeen reviews.

For one chapter.

Freaking Fantastic! I was blown away, and that's pretty hard to do. I'm so...proud of this story and that I have such awesome reviewers. Momma Quil loves you guys!

Okay, this chapter is the WHOLE reason why I made Tommy for [I feel so guilty now because I love Tommy], but I got the idea while I was half asleep.

Like I said before, I love how you guys ask questions; it tells me you guys actually pay attention to the story. I also like when you guys share your stories.

Invisible Truths - Hells yeah! You. Me. Vegas. TONIGHT. But, I have something to confess, and you're not going to like it....I'm not a fan of NCIS. -dun dun dun- Sorry, my love! I'm more of a CSI: Miami - CSI: NY - and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation kind of chick. And also Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. That show kicks ass. That Horatio from CSI: Miami though...mmm. Loves me some old men. Stabler and Grissom, too. Drool...

Yodes - Yep. Those two are going to meet and...well, you've got to read. But, I doubt your spoon will be put away for long. x.x

Okay, I can't do many shout outs because this hurts my damn fingers and you guys need to read on. One of these days 'm just going to devote a segment of this story to all of you. Maybe a special [funny] chapter...?

Okay, this chapter and the next are rather short, but the one after is going to be long because it has to. IT. JUST. HAS. TO.


Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight in any way. Just this story...and your virginity. :o

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Misconception

I was bored stiff, and it had been only two hours since Paul and Quil left. Al wouldn't be back for a while; I knew that was for certain. We hardly spent much time together since we both had our boyfriends, but it didn't mean that I didn't miss her.

My joints popped loudly as I stretched my legs on the couch. I tinkered with my cell phone, messing with the ring tone and such. I scrolled down the contact list, stopping when I saw Tommy's name. I clicked the call button and waited as the phone started to ring.

"Cassie," Tommy greeted jovially. "What's up, my sugarplum?"

"Nothing much, Tommy. I'm just sitting around…bored."

Tommy snorted loudly. "Well, where's your good for nothing boyfriend? Shouldn't he be there with you at your beck and call?"

"I wish," I grumbled, flipping over to lay on my stomach. "But he was called away to work on something with the guys." I heard Tommy chuckle, and I asked him what he was laughing about.

"Oh, nothing really. It's just that Paul left you alone to fend for yourself against creepers and such."

"Like you?" I retorted. There was another laugh.

"Exactly. So, how about you let this creeper over into your home to hang out and mooch food off of you?" Tommy teased, and I giggled.

"I don't know, Tommy. I am kind of low on stock since Paul eats so damn much." I said. The mere mention of Paul left a smile on my face, and I could hear Tommy gagging on the other end at my admiring tone.

"Ugh, save the bed talk for him. So, can I come over or not?"

"Psh. No ones stopping you. But, if you do come over, bring some food, would you? I'm kind of starving."

"Of course, milady. Now, just give me directions to your humble abode and I'll be over in ten."

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I opened the door for Tommy and let him in, and couldn't help but eye the food greedily. Tommy noticed my stares, and held the food away from me.

"You do know that it is against the rules to feed the animals, right?" he teased, and I swiped at him. "Just joshing with you, Cassie. Now, what sort of entertainment do you have to provide?" I took the bag from him as he went to survey the few DVDs that were kept in the house. He spotted the case for Romeo and Juliet, and flipped it over.

Tommy made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat, and I glared at him. "What's wrong with Romeo and Juliet?" I demanded, and Tommy just shook his head, chuckling to himself.

"Let me take a wild guess," he said, pretending to think. "Paul rented this for the two of you to watch?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that he is so freaking whipped." Tommy bust out laughing, and I stared at him.

"So, if you were in a serious relationship and had to go out and rent a movie for your girlfriend, you wouldn't pick Romeo and Juliet?"

"Of course not," Tommy said, pretending to be offended. "Do you know what college sorority I'm in?" I shook my head, and Tommy grinned. "Cassie, my dear, I am in the sorority Kappa Slappa Ho where our motto is: We won't hit a woman, but we will damn sure slap us a ho."

"Oh my God. What kind of shit coven are you in? What, do you guys have daily rituals, too?"

"Sure as hell do," Tommy said, lifting up his right hand. "We slap at least one ho a day; gotta keep the pimp hand strong, you know? I usually just slap one of the girls at the café, but they kind of actually like it, kinky bitches." I laughed, mussing Tommy's dark curls as he pouted.

"That's okay, Tommy. Whenever Al comes around, you can just slap her." I joked, and Tommy put a hand to his heart.

"Oo, ice queen!" he said, mischief sparkling in his blue-gray eyes. I rolled my eyes at him, unpacking the food from the bag. "Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and put in a movie. I'm going to go take a shower, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't. But, could you please keep the door unlocked? I'd like to get in there easily instead of having to pick the damned lock for ten minutes and then miss out on all of the action."

I laughed. "Don't worry. I'll keep the door unlocked just for you, and I'll also save you a spot in there if you get lonely." As I walked up the stairs, I heard Tommy let out a wolf whistle in appreciation.

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"Hey, whatever happened to keeping me company?" I teased as I walked into the living room. Tommy was splayed out on the couch with a cookie in his mouth.

"What can I say? Hellboy is a hunka-hunk and he just begged me to stay and keep him company. Did you know him and his girlfriend are going through a rough patch?"

I threw a pillow at Tommy's laughing face.

"Come sit with me, my love. Please, don't be shy," he crooned 'sexily', and I obliged. "So, how long is your boy toy going to be gone?"

I nudged him in the ribs. "He's not my boy toy, Tommy; he's my boyfriend." Tommy coughed 'sex slave' and laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Poke fun all you want, but don't come crying to me when Paul comes and kicks your ass."

"Oo, I'm so scared. Do you think he could show me some stripping moves, though? I've got to keep the ladies entertained, you know?"

I gasped. "You're cheating on me?"

"Oh, honey. I wouldn't call it that." Tommy drawled, and I laughed.

"Oh, you dog, you."

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I groaned, stretching. My arm met resistance, and I saw Tommy asleep, his head lolling back on the couch. I nudged him lightly.

"Tommy," I mumbled sleepily. "Tommy, we fell asleep. Get up." He swatted my arm, rolling over to turn his back to me. I laughed quietly and shook him again.

"Don't make me get up," Tommy groaned, swatting at me again. "Go away, you pesky goblin, you. Don't make me get the Raid on your ass." I snorted a laugh.

"Tommy, it's eight o'clock. We've been asleep for four hours. Now, come on and get up."

Tommy turned to smile at me wickedly. "What, ready for round two, Cassie?" I opened my mouth for a witty retort when I heard Paul speak.

"Round two for what?" I froze and turned to see Paul's enraged figure at the entryway. His face was twisted into a menacing glare, and his whole body shook dangerously.

"Paul, this isn't what it looks li—"

"Save it, Cassie." Paul turned on heel and ran out the house. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, and I scrambled off of the couch to go after him. I heard Tommy call after me, but the only thoughts in my mind were to find Paul and explain.

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End

Okay, I have a feeling some people are going to be mad. Definitely pissed next chapter. But, I like rage from reviewers. It shows me that you guys feel strongly.

To tell you guys the truth, yesterday when I wrote this, I was looking for ways for this NOT to happen. But, it had to be done. Action needed to make it's debut, and not everything is all sun-shiny in love, babeh.

I'm going to warn you guys now: Next chapter has some strong ass language. So, this is just a warning. I'll try to remember to put another warning up, but until then, I'll be working on the story. [I'm actually ahead a couple of chapters. That's freaking awesome, right there.]

So, review, my pretties! That is...if you want to know what happens next.