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Kory

The summer sun illuminated throughout Gotham City causing a sleepy Kory to flutter her eyes open, repelling its warm rays. She glanced over to her star-shaped clock radio and realized she had slept in.

"Ugh," she mumbled. "I'm going back to bed." She began snuggling back into her comfy lavender sheets until there was a knock at her door. Immediately, she knew it was her mother.

"Kory, honey." She knocked again. "Hurry. You have to get up. Your father and I will be leaving soon and you'll need to drive us to the airport."

Instantly, Kory's eyes shot open and she leaped out of her bed, remembering that today she would have her liberation. Her parents would be leaving for their Aspen trip soon.

"I'm up! I'm up!" she buzzed, excited. She opened her bedroom door to show her mother she was wide awake.

"Good," she nodded. "Now get ready. We have about two hours until our flight leaves."

Kory agreed, grabbing her purple robe off the hook on her door and quickly hurried herself into the shower.

Forty minutes later, she was downstairs in the living room, gazing up at her father from the middle of their brown suede couch. Stubbornly, she sat, arms crossed as she blew at her side swept bangs from sheer boredom. She tried her best not to coil her eyes at Myan's stern instructions.

Rules, rules and more rules! Blah la la blah blah la la...

"Now," Myan continued, raising an authoritarian finger in the air. "In case we haven't made ourselves perfectly clear." He stood before her with a disciplinarian posture. "No parties," he raised a digit, "…no boys," he raised another, "…and no staying up after midnight," he raised the last.

"So basically you want me to not have a life?" she taunted childishly.

"Exactly," he pronounced, grinning wildly. She could be so much like her mother sometimes.

"Daddy!"

"You're seventeen and in high school! Why do you need a life?" he countered with a scorning eyebrow.

"Myan," Luanne called as she signaled to her watch. He blinked back at her gesture and rapidly went to grab their suitcases, plus other belongings that were located near the door. Luanne and Kory were seated inside her Mustang as they watched Myan struggle to pile their luggage into the trunk.

"Daddy, hurry! Your going to miss the plane!" she shouted, ignoring the look from her mother, who sat in the back seat. It wasn't that she was in a rush to get rid of her parents. Heck! Who was she kidding? That's exactly why.

A panting Myan entered the passenger side giving his daughter a piercing glare. She smiled nervously at his icy stare. "Love you," she sweet talked.

During their fifteen minute drive to the airport, Myan constantly reminded her of the rules she was supposed to follow. "And if Koma comes by, she is not," he raised a finger again, "and I repeat not to touch that Jag. Is that understood?"

"Yes," she said for the upteenth time. "Will you stop being a worry wort? Everything is gravy. Trust me," she assured him, sporadically changing the station on her radio, much to her father's chagrin.

"Please pay attention to the road and slow down," he ordered. She gripped the steering wheel of her 17th birthday present in frustration. "And please leave the radio on a single station." She clenched on even tighter to the leather wheel. She couldn't drive fast enough. As much as she loved and adored her parents, she was mirthful they were spending some quality time alone and away from her.

Before she knew it, she was already pulling into the parking lot of the airport. "Ok, were here."

She exited her car and quickly joined her father in gathering their bags. "Sweetheart," called Luanne. "Are you in that much of a rush to get rid of us?"

"No. Of course not, Mom," Kory huffed, taking out the last suitcase. "I just really don't want you to miss this much needed vacation," she razzed lightheartedly.

Her mother, on the other hand, knew better. "Uh-huh," she smirked.

Despite the congestion in the busy terminal, they traveled swiftly and easily reached security. After sending their luggage through the checkpoint, Kory kissed them goodbye as they went through the gates that led them to their plane.

After seeing her parents out of sight, she blew a sigh of relief. She put her palms together in an imitative pray. Thank you Lord, she mouthed before wiping away a fake tear. Without haste, she ran to her car and drove back home.

Dick

Dick leaned against the wall of their personal gym. For him, it happened to be a convenience that Wayne Manor was equipped with such luxuries. Life had not always been easy for the overwrought teen. After the death of his parents at the age of ten, Bruce had taken him under his wing and presented him with a lifestyle that even now had never gained him much appeal. Of course, it did have its advantages.

He stared out through one of the rectangular windows that overlooked the city. He remained oblivious to his friend's exerting grunts echoing in the background.

Days had passed, yet he still couldn't fathom why Babs had ended their relationship so suddenly and without much consequence.

"Shake it…off, bro," Vic huffed as he lay on his back, lifting his two hundred pound weights. "So she…dumped you. Happens to...the best...of us. Just find…yourself another honey." Dick sighed and turned away from the window to face him.

"Vic, it's not that easy, alright. I loved her. You don't just get over someone like that."

Victor Stone, or Vic as his close friends would call him, mounted the weights back in the bench press holder. He sat up and wiped off his perspiration with a towel.

"Actually, Dickey. It is that easy," he answered back. The door to the gym opened and in came Wally, supplied with a turkey sub sandwich in hand. Wally West was another one of Dick's close friends since prep school. Although a joker upfront, he knew when a situation called for him to be serious. To Dick, he was like another brother.

"Man, you got the best eats around here," Wally reported with a full mouth of turkey. "What'd I miss?" he asked, seesawing his gaze at both friends.

"Romeo here, is still moping around like a sad little puppy dog whose owner just threw him into the pound. Knock some sense into him, will you?"

"Vic, I'm not you. I don't handle relationships the way you do," Dick disputed, crossing his arms in a display of his choleric temper. "So do me a favor and don't compare your life with mine. You're with girls for what," he brought his fingers up, counting, "two weeks and then you drop them."

Contrary to popular belief, Dick wasn't at all the playboy everyone made him out to be. Then again, being the ward of someone like Bruce Wayne could sure do a number on anyone's reputation. Sure Dick would date girls, but when he was settled with someone, he was and always continued to be a one woman man.

"For your information, I'm…well wait," he sat thinking to himself. "I think maybe you're on to something," he answered, questioning his own morality.

Dick gave him a pat on the back. "Let's just say, don't plan on receiving any 'Boyfriend of the Year' award anytime soon."

"Especially from Jinn and Sarah," finished Wally. "Speaking of which, I still can't believe you gave Jinn the boot like that." Wally's abrupt argument caused a few stares his way. Vic and Dick then glanced over to each other, stupefied.

"What an idiot," he murmured under his breath. Wally, who had the tendency to blurt things without so much as a thought, realized his verbal mistake. "Uh, did I just say that out loud?" He carried on taking quick bites into his sandwich, trying his best to hide from their skeptical peers.

"So I've been a little rusty with female population. It's because I haven't met my match, my flavor, yet. Sue me." Vic, still seated on the seat of the bench press, simply shrugged off their observations.

"Whatever," Dick mediated. "Can we focus here?"

"Focus on what?" asked Wally, who had now finished the remainder of his sandwich and was now growing thirsty.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe on me…Babs, on how I'm supposed to salvage what's left of our relationship."

"Salvage?" The friends echoed in synchronization.

"Guys, I need to get Babs back somehow. But first I need to figure out what I did wrong."

Vic stood. "What are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong, man. It was all her."

"But I must have helped it in some way. What if I pushed her away or maybe…maybe I didn't tell her I loved her enough." He'd begun pacing the floor, blind to the odd stares he was receiving from the two."Whatever I did, I need to rectify it."

"Dick, how can you rectify a relationship which you constantly had to check a pulse to see if it was even alive," badgered Vic as he put his black muscle tee on.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Vic sighed as he caught sight of Dick's narrowed eyes directed at him. "It means you can whisper sweet nothings into her ear till kingdom come-"

"…and it won't make one difference," Wally finished for him.

"You guys don't know what you're talking about. You don't even know her."

"We knew enough. Besides, she never really treated us or Rachel that great."

This was news to him. He knew his friends weren't that keen on his relationship with Babs, they always felt she was a tad too controlling. But he sure wasn't going to stand by and have them speak negatively about her. "Here I thought you guys were supposed to be my buds-"

"Hey, we are your friends-" Wally added only to be stopped by Vic when he extended his arm across his chest.

"You're right, Dick. We are your best buds," Vic said to him. "And we'll support what ever decision you make. If you really want her back," he saw past Dick to see Wally, who behind Dick's back, adamantly shook his head. Though Vic ignored him, "we'll help you find a way to fix this."

Dick bumped knuckles with Vic, a sign of their faithful comradeship. If Wally's scowl was any indication, he knew he was in the wrong. But the idea seemed to satisfy Dick. Plus, it would momentarily put him out of his heavy-hearted condition.

"Vic, thanks," Dick beamed. "All we need now is to figure out how-"

"Well, if you ask me, you know what I think you should do?" Vic intercepted.

Dick gave a snort of fear. "I'm almost afraid to even ask," he joked.

"Do you want her back or not?" Vic demanded irately.

Dick prodded, knowing Vic's advice, specially when it pertained to women, was always one that should be taken with caution. But again, he was desperate. "What's your brilliant plan?"

"Find yourself someone else," he said with a winning smile. He heard the annoyed scoff that sounded and looked to see Dick rather annoyed.

Dick turned to head out of the gym, "Look, if you're not going to help me then-"

Vic put up his hands defensively. "Hold on, chill. Hear me out. It's all about jealousy, bro. It makes the ladies do some crazy shit sometimes. And what I've gathered from Babs is that she's the kinda girl that likes her shit focused. Am I right?"

"...Focused on herself, maybe." Wally smirked to himself but jolted when he looked up to see Dick's eyes snarling at him. "Only kidding," he chuckled nervously.

Dick gazed back to Vic, thinking of an appropriate answer. "More or less," he stressed.

"So what happens when some brand-spanking new hottie-boom-boddie enters the picture? You know, someone who has all of your undivided attention." Vic beamed, switching his gaze between his friends in the room, feeling his plan grow more brilliant by the second.

"Got me?" Wally said, scratching his head, while Dick seemed just as stumped. Vic examined the boys as if they were the biggest idiots on the planet.

"She freaks, man!" he shouted, bringing his hands up, frustrated. "Come on, don't you fools know anything?"

This is his brilliant plan? Dick groaned and landed a seat on the bench press. He hunched over, resting his elbows on his knees, solemnly. "This is supposed to make her come back to me, Vic? Pretending to be interested in another woman?"

"Trust me. I've seen it before. In fact, it's worked for me a few times." Vic winked, admiring his own romantic escapades. "Damn, I'm good!"

"Actually, Dick," Wally spoke up, choosing to ignore the sight of Vic placing a kiss on his flexed bicep. "Vic might be a moronic goon at times, but he does kinda have a point."

Dick turned back to him, amazed. "Wally, you're going along with it?"

"Well, think about it. It's a perfect scenario. Girl dumps boy. Boy then finds a new, a more exciting love. Ex-girl goes green with envy. Now she wants him back for herself. Then bingo…she comes back to him," explained Wally, using his long digits to outline his plan.

"I don't know, guys. Do you really think this might work?"

"It's got to work," Wally persisted.

"It's foolproof. But what we need to do is find you some bait," stated Vic, pacing the floor. "This means you'll have to do some exploration, Dickey." He paused and looked back to him, "Know of any chicks that are willing to bite?"

"Well, I don't have a whole barrage of girls knocking down my door, if that's what you mean."

"That's because they don't know your single yet," Wally insisted, patting his back as he smirked stupidly. "But don't sweat it. We're going to change all that." He traveled over to Vic, both excited.

Dick looked on as his two friends conversed with each other, their words hushed, which was never a good sign with those two.

I don't know what's crazier. This plan or the fact that I'm even going along with it.


Terra

Terra parked her gold Jetta just beside the gas pump at the Speedy Stop. It was the nearest convenience store to her house and she had become a regular there. She fixed her beach blonde hair after staring at herself in the rear view mirror. She gathered her purse and entered the store grabbing a bottled tea for her trip. After paying for her gas, she returned and injected it into her tank. While pumping, she stole a glance at the gas price sign.

"What? $2.93 for gas? Break my wallet, why don't you?" she complained to herself, or so she thought.

"Yeah, they're really killing us aren't they?" a voice answered from behind. Terra's head quickly turned to her right and her cobalt eyes focused on the juvenile grin directed at her.

Her eyes widened. "Gar?"

"In the flesh," he joked puckishly.

She inspected him thoroughly, from his green monkey print tee to his faded jeans. He wore his signature BB spinach green baseball cap which failed to cover the protruding ends of his dirty-blonde hair. She knew that cap so well. She had given it to him for his 15th birthday.

"I didn't know you were here. I mean, I didn't see you inside," she sent a quick nod in the store's direction.

"I was actually just filling out a job application." He brought the white sheet of paper into view.

"Oh," she said awkwardly, keeping a watchful eye at the pump gauge. She couldn't afford to exceed her limit right now. "I didn't know you were looking for one."

"Just something part-time. You know, for the summer. Until school starts again."

"Yeah," she nodded, again. "I just got one over at the movie theater down by Hive Dr," she informed, pointing her thumb in the opposite direction. Hearing a little ding, she realized she had finished pumping her fuel. It was almost as if she could feel his eye cast on her. She tried not to burn up from nervousness.

She replaced the pump back into the holder and turned back to face him. She peered into his pine-shaded eyes while nothing but an uneasy silence encompassed the pair.

"Well," he uttered, a smile leaving his lips. "I guess I'll let you go." He began making his way back inside the store.

"Wait," she stopped him. He tilted his head back to her, puzzled. "Are you going by Kory's today? She keeps raving how her parents are out of town," she fluttered her hands around skittishly, "and she was inviting some of us over. So are you?"

"She called me but I have to be errand boy for awhile. Tell her I'll call her later, alright."

"Don't worry. I'll tell her," she assured him, giving him a small smile before he turned and left.

She viewed his back as he continued to walk...away form her. Yet something told her she wasn't ready for him to leave.

"Gar?" she shouted.

He stopped and swung his head, one more time.

"Be careful." Be careful? Be careful! That's the best that I come up with? I'm such a dolt!

After hearing his boyish chuckle, she immediately felt something familiar. She felt the something she felt years ago. His nostalgic baby face lingered in her mind. I still love you.

"Aren't I always," he reminded her and began trailing his way back into the store.

She grinned to herself as she opened her car door. Before she set even a foot inside, she heard him shout back to her.

"Terra!" he smiled, holding on to the store door. "You too!" Not long after that, he disappeared inside.

Kory

"Are you sure?" Kory urged, popping open a diet Cola and poured it into an ice-filled glass.

"That's what Kole told me," Bee insisted.

"And how does she know again?" she asked once more.

"She heard it from Toni, who heard it from Duncan, who heard it from the twins."

"Yeah, so apparently Leon has the hots for you too," Terra informed her. At the mention of Kory's new admirer, one of the many, she shrieked out in excitement. She had been waiting for Leon, the heartthrob Russian exchange student, to ask her out since he first transferred over to their high school.

"Be expecting his call today," Bee reminded her. She opened up the fridge and found there were no remaining sodas. "Hey, I need a filler up," she pouted as she held her empty glass up to view.

"There's more in the mini fridge out in the garage." Kory headed out through the back door that led to the garage, hoping to gather some more sodas. Unaware her girlfriends were right behind her, she grabbed just enough drinks, but jumped after hearing a loud whistle behind her, almost dropping the soda pop cans.

"Goodness!" she yelled at the girls. "Don't do that!" Kory brought one of the soda cans up to her forehead, its icy coolness giving her a calming effect. The girls laughed.

It was then when Bee's feet paralyzed, her dark eyes wide as they saw past the redhead. "Look at that." Bee sidestepped past her and walked up to a custom gold 1967 Jaguar XKE convertible.

Kory broke into a smile when she viewed Bee caress a finger down its flawless exterior. She appeared beside her, wrapping an arm around her. "That is Goldie," she said, playfully slapping her hand away. "Daddy's baby."

"Your dad named his car?" Terra joked. She, too, had guided herself over to mask in the extravagance of the Jaguar classic.

"He thinks that since sailors name their ships and pilots name their planes, why can't he be allowed to name his car." Yes, Goldie was quite a car but Kory wasn't going to spend her first day of independence relishing over her. "Oh, well. Come on, let's get back inside."

She had only stepped a few feet forward when she realized she was walking alone. They remained in their exact same spot as before. "Ladies?"

Bee said with a hint of mischievousness, "You know Kory, I've never ridden in a Jaguar before."

"Hey, neither have I." Terra chimed in, aiding Bee.

"Oh no," she shook her head firmly. "No way, no how, girlies."

"Look at her, girl." Bee grabbed Kory by the arm, pulling her just near the vehicle. "The poor baby's just withering away in your garage. Besides, your parents are gone. How are they gonna find out we took her out for a drive?"

"Trust me, he has his ways."

Bee hoped she would change her mind. Kory could be rather impulsive at times and it was impossible to know what she was going to do next. That was another reason why everyone loved hanging around her all the time. She was the epitome of entertainment. Heck, she could manage to have fun at an IRS audit if it came to it.

Terra who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "It should be a crime letting something this sweet collect dust." She turned and leaned up against Goldie. "She's crazy beautiful. It's like she's even crying to us. 'Kory, take me for a ride. Kory, come smell my leathery goodness'. She's practically begging for us."

"Hey, Thelma...Louise," she called to them. "If my father even knew that I sat in her, he'd kill me."

Bee rolled her eyes, opting for another approach. "So much for the spontaneous girl we knew."

"That's lame, Bee." Kory etched closer to her face, whispering, "But you should know, peer pressure doesn't work on a girl like me." She winked and began heading out of the garage.

"What if we ride past Leon's house?" Terra asked, knowing exactly what to say. She looked to Bee, reading her quiet nod as this quickly caught Kory's attention. Well, enough to stop her dead in her tracks at least.

Kory pondered what she should do. In essence, she was something of a wild spirit and loved to do what her untamed heart desired. She spun around at her friends, who continued to gesture towards Goldie.

And now it feels like joyriding with my friends.

"Climb in. I know where he keeps the keys," she ordered before retreating to her parent's bedroom to fetch them. Even inside she overheard the horde of cheers emanating from the girls.

Passing by her bedroom, "Hmm...quick wardrobe change."

She hurried to her closet, wishing to break in her new deep green fitted spaghetti strap top, even if it did reveal a little of her ample cleavage. She kept on her embossed jeans, which accentuated her toned curves perfectly. Kory looked into her vanity mirror and did a light touch-up of blush and gloss. She preferred a more natural appearance. She gathered her hair brush and did a fast disentanglement of her long but smooth garnet mane.

Finally satisfied, she traveled back to her friends who waited impatiently in the car. "Don't worry, girl. Take your time. We're in no hurry," Bee said sarcastically.

What was supposed to be a quick drive into town turned to an hours worth of driving. Their stops included their local hangout, The Raye Lagoon, after seeing some mutual friends seated outside the patio tables. Afterward, they did a quick stop at a clothing store, Pompeii's, and, of course, as promised, they drove past Leon's house...twice.

"Damn, boy!" Bee cried into her cell, laughing. "You know we'll make an appearance. Give us ten minutes." She closed her phone shut. "Girl, we have to book it to Duncan's."

After receiving a call from Mal Duncan, a guy Bee had dated months ago, they were notified of the party going down at his home at the moment. It was a backyard barbecue, where only the well-known seniors were invited. As shallow as it might sound, the girls were very well-known within their school.

Just as Kory had finally managed to find a parking spot in the congestion of the front yard, Gar came walking out from behind a fence that led to the backyard. With a plastic cup of an unknown content in hand, he greeted the girls and led them back to the patio where the party was taking place.

Kory hung there for about a half an hour before insisting she go home and park her father's car, permanently. She planned on returning to the barbecue bash in her own Mustang. Promising she wouldn't take long, she hurried away. Kory climbed into the Jaguar and began the trip back to her house.

During her short drive home, she sang along with the music in the car, dancing around as if she was at some amazing nightclub. She heard the tune of her cell phone playing and quickly went to grab it. Once she heard his voice, she clamored inwardly with glee.

"Hey, Leon!"

Dick

"Come on, Rachel. Just do this one thing for me and I'll never ask another thing of you again," Dick promised as he spoke to his neighbor over his cell phone.

He had finished arriving at Bruce's corporate building in midtown Gotham, the busiest part of the city. Chatting away, he entered the lobby to Wayne Enterprises, readying to leave behind a manila envelope for the secretary, by request from his adoptive parent, Bruce. He had forgotten a disc and a vital file at the manor.

Unfortunately for him, Alfred had been battling a cold for the past week and was unable to retrieve them. Dick, being the trustworthy ward he was, volunteered to deliver them personally. If only his conversation with Rachel could run as smoothly.

"No," she defied.

"It's just pretend. It's not like we'd really be doing anything," he informed her as he wandered through the halls, greeting employees with an occasional nod.

"No, Richard. And if you had any common sense, you'd forget all about this senseless idea."

"I can't. It's the only way I see myself getting her back."

"Richard, you're my best friend and we've been neighbors ever since I can remember-"

"And you'd think that would count for something."

"Can I give you a little piece of advice?"

"Why ask? You will anyways," he said, entering an elevator.

"You are a caring and an honest individual. Which is why I know you'll understand when I say that," she hesitated, thinking of the best words, "even though you might not realize it now because you're hurting, you are much better off without Babs," she reasoned through the other end of the phone.

"How can you say that? I'm miserable."

"Examine your life over the past year, Richard. Now, I don't doubt that you both loved each other...once. But now, you're making each other miserable."

Dick scoffed. He wasn't in need of a therapy session now. He needed a fictitious girlfriend!

Rachel continued, "If you ask me, I think that perhaps it's because you and Babs are much to similar in many ways. There is nothing there to balance you both out. It's a wonder how you've manage to last this long."

"See, Rachel. I respect what you're saying but if you're not going to help me, then I'll just have to find someone else who will," he countered.

"Then you do that because I won't have any part in it. Even if it would be worth it just to see the look on her face."

To someone who stood outside of their circle, it would seem as if they were at odds end with each other. But these two knew each other inside and out. Forever and a day, they had been neighbors and they held a bond that most siblings wish they shared. They could never really be enraged with each other.

"Alright, point taken," he shrugged, defeated. "So you planning on coming over later?"

"Now that there won't be any Babs in sight? Sure. You see?"

He looked around, though there was nothing to look at. "See what?"

"How you're starting to reap the benefits of having Babzilla gone now," she grinned and hung up quickly before he could chime in with his own retort.

He snickered lightly at her remark, entering the clear double doors leading into Bruce's office.

After dropping off the vital document, including Bruce's disc to his secretary, he took the elevator down to the parking garage. Within a few feet away of his black Tahoe, he pressed a button to his car alarm, opening the doors automatically. He entered and continued on his way back home.

He thought back to his Vic's advice, pondering whether or not it could actually work.

Maybe making Babs jealous is the ticket to our reconciliation. Maybe seeing me with another woman would make her see how much we loved each other.

Ok, to the outside world he sounded desperate but he loved her. Or at least he felt what he thought love was supposed to feel like. They had known each other throughout prep school. There had always been a sexual tension between them, yet it never went farther than that. It was only after graduation that he finally sought the courage to ask her out. She accepted.

Mutually, they both decided to take a year off before attending their preferred colleges, choosing to relax and backpack around the country. One year was a long time and even though they had their hard moments, they also had some pretty good ones at that.

But even now, their relationship had become more and more platonic than amorous. With her searching around for a college near Gotham City, and he choosing to go to a college miles away, they had grown more distant. He couldn't even remember the last time they actually were intimate.

Behind the wheel, Dick sighed. He looked up ahead and was coming up to a traffic signal. It was too late to run the yellow light and he slowed down to a stop. He waited for the for the green illumination to appear. This peaceful drive had truly cleared his mind, or he thought...

What am I thinking? Rachel's right. I can't do this. I can't deceive Babs this way. She doesn't deserve it. Then again, she did meet someone behind my back. No! I'm not that kind of guy. I love her and I need to make her see that. I'd do anything for her. And no one could ever take her place.

At that exact moment, he was broken of his thoughts as he heard the sound of screeching tires behind him. Before Dick could even react, he jerked forward into the steering wheel with the impact of the crash. He jolted in his seat as his vehicle was pushed slightly forward down the road. Although he had never been in a previous accident, he knew someone had just rear-ended him from behind. But judging from the intact airbag, he could assume it wasn't too severe.

"Damn it," he gritted through his teeth, unbuckling his safety belt.

As if his week wasn't hellish enough. The last thing he needed was to be in a damn car accident, especially when he wasn't at fault. He opened the door to his Tahoe and rolled up his sleeves. Yes, he was ready to give this person a piece of his mind.

Wow…it took forever for me to get this out. Sorry about that but my job hasn't given me a lot of free time. But anyways, here is chapter two. I know this probably seemed a bit long and boring but it should start picking up now. And as pairings go, they might seem one way but you'll just have to wait and see. I was in a hurry to post this, so forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Oh and just in case you haven't realized it yet, I'm no longer writing under falyn anjel. I liked the sound of The First Angel better, especially since my name is Anjelus. (I still haven't forgiven my mother for that yet. She used to live in LA but seriously, who names their kid that.)

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