Hey! Look! It's the day I'm leaving, and I'm updating!
I have a few important things to say today, actually. One, New Black has hit 30 reviews!!!!! That makes me ubberly happy! Thanks to EjoIsObsessed. B, happy birthday to the cable-car dude. Orange, I have decided that I'm not going to try and get the movies and books that were just available during when this takes place, for several reasons. The biggest reason being, I have a few really cute Fae/Lucas scenes I want to get in here.
Finally, I would like to apologize that this chapter is shorter then the rest. It fits my purposes, and leaves me time to figure out...story stuff...While I'm in Hicktown, SD.
See ya in thirteen days!
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Lucas' POV

I heard it as I stepped out of the building. "--Don't want to talk about it."

Looking up, I saw Fae standing on the fire escape. After our date, I kinda got the impression that us walking in on the albino and his...roommate was something Fae would get in a fight about. I could just leave, and pretend I hadn't heard anything, but the stairs for the fire escape where right there...And I had just spent the last few hours macking with the girl. As I hesitated, torn, I heard a very, very faint sniffle. That decided me.

I test the stairs carefully--Fae really lived in a crapshack. The stairs looked as though they'd collapse under the weight of anything. Even Pookie, or whatever that hell the cat was named.

"Hey," I said softly, once I reached the escape landing. She half-turned toward me in surprise, then turned away quickly. I'd place my money on the fact she probably didn't want me to see her crying. But...I did. And I was really surprised. She looked just as hot as she did when she wasn't crying. Well, maybe hot was the wrong word.. With her eyes just slightly red and puffy, she looked venerable. More cute then anything else. Cute and mine.

"Lucas, I thought you'd left." Her voice was way too level for someone who'd been...well, was, crying. I put my arms around her waist, my chin resting on her shoulder. "You didn't hear any of that, did you?"

"No. And I hope it wasn't over the...interesting, end to our date." I kissed her neck, as she shook her head.

"Of course not." She sounded absolutely miserable, and I gave her a small squeeze. "I just...He just...I..." She mumbled something about her 'stupid damn uncle' and fell silent.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked, concerned. Like I said, she sounded terrible, and defeated. And damn anyone who thinks they can make my girl sound like that.

"Not really. I just want..." She sighed. "Oh, never mind."

"Want what?" I asked.

"I want...I guess it's more of a don't want, really." Fae sighed again. "I don't want to stay around them for the entire damn weekend."

I though about it for a second. My mom might already be getting ready to whip me for staying out this late. But...If I told her Fae was having trouble at home, both that and having her stay for awhile would be forgiven. It wasn't even a lie, either.. I mean, you couldn't really suggest this wasn't 'trouble at home', could you? Trouble she didn't deserve? Because she doesn't. Not my girl. No fucking way.

"Spend the weekend at my house." Fae looked shocked at the suggestion.

"I-I didn't mean--" I moved a finger to her lips.

"It'll get you away from them. And you can meet my mom."

"They'll worry when they don't see me for two days. Joanne might call the cops or something."

"You can spend the night at my place, then we can sneak back tomorrow morning before anyone's awake, and you can leave a note saying you're sleeping over at a friend's or something."

"I...I guess...Hold on, though, I have to get another set of clothes."

"Wouldn't that look a little suspicious though? Walking right by..." I squinted through the glass at the back of the guy's head. "What's-his-face...The albino's lover?"

"That door goes into the bedroom I share with the twins."

"What if you wake them up? Anyways, you can borrow my sister's clothes." I gently unwrapped my arms from around her and took her hand, leading her back towards the stairs. "Please Fae?"

As we went down the stairs, I was still worried--and angry. Fae's voice hadn't lost that delicate, defeated note yet. I had suspicions about who had made her sound like this, and mister Albino-man's lover better watch his god damn back.

I was glad I didn't live that far away. We ended up going the entire way in silence.