Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait.

By the way, this chapter is pretty much just a filler. And it drags on in some parts, and most likely doesn't make sense in others. I apologize. I'm tired (because I actually did the thing that is said later in the story), and you guys want an update... -yawn-.

So, really, you can pretty much skim through it and be good.

Anyway, enjoy... if you can.

I have no faith in my writing in this chapter.

I'm sorry, it just sucks.

...-cough-... So... yeah... go ahead and read.

:P

Chapter Fourteen

I was just thinking about how he

still made my heart race,

and how he

still made me blush.

And him being half naked didn't help.

"So… what are we going to do?" I asked him.

"Well, we were planning to leave soon anyway, and we didn't really have a plan… we'll just leave, but we won't go with them," Ikuto said.

"What do you mean? They'll be waiting for us!" I pointed out.

Ikuto turned to me with a sly smile on his face. "We'll just disguise ourselves," he said.

I looked at him like he had lost his mind. "How?"

"Well, we got new make-up and clothes. How about that?" He still had that sly smile.

Realization hit. "Oh!"

"Well," Ikuto said, "We only have until six tomorrow. Let's pack up."

I nodded, and started to put my stuff away. Ikuto and I went around our suite and picked up our things. While I was doing this, I got worried. What if they recognized us? What if this plan didn't work? What will they try to do with us?

I heard Ikuto laugh and I turned to him. "What?" I asked.

"I was remembering our wedding… you are so clever to put the roses on the dress!" Ikuto said.

I smiled. "Yeah…" After a while of getting lost in thought, I started to pack again. "Um… Ikuto-kun…," I said.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Well… what if they recognize us?"

He smiled. "They won't," he assured. I felt safe. I don't know why. Like always, though, I trusted Ikuto, because it's so easy to trust someone you love.

We finished packing and left out the clothes we were going to wear tomorrow, and went to sleep.

I woke up at four o'clock to the sound of the hotel alarm clocks—not a very pleasant way to wake up. I stretched, then got out of bed. I looked at Ikuto. He was still asleep. I looked at his sleeping face and smiled. This is my husband, I thought. But I had to wake him up, because we had to get ready to leave. Thank goodness the airport wasn't too far away.

I walked over to Ikuto's side of the bed, because if I laid back down I would want to stay there. I moved his soft-as-cats-fur navy blue hair, and kissed his eyelid. He woke up, saw me, and smiled.

"Time to get up," I whispered into his ear.

He sat up and yawned, then got a mischievous look on his face… I knew he was going to tease me. "I'm going to take a shower… care to join?" he asked.

I blushed. "N-no! I… I'll… brush my teeth first!" I said pretty loudly.

He laughed. "Fine, fine. I'll be out soon."

I crossed my arms and watched him as he walked to the bathroom. When he closed the door, I uncrossed my arms and walked over to my suitcase to get my toiletries. I walked to the sink, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw that my face was still as red as a strawberry. I sighed. Can he really still do that to me? I started to brush my teeth.

After about ten minutes, Ikuto was out of the shower. "Your turn," he said, walking over to his suitcase in nothing but a towel.

"I-I know," I said, blushing again. I was just thinking about how he still made my heart race, and how he still made me blush. And him being half naked didn't help. I grabbed what I needed for my shower and headed for the bathroom.

When I was finished with my shower, I stepped out and dried off, thinking of the trouble I've cause Ikuto. If it weren't for me, this stuff wouldn't be happening… it would be better if I had just not met him. Or if I had chosen Tadase.

…But I don't love Tadase. If I had chosen him… I wouldn't be happy… and neither would Ikuto. But maybe Ikuto wouldn't be in the mess if I had chosen Tadase.

Stop thinking like that! I thought as I rubbed the towel on my wet hair. You can't go back, you can't change what happened… you can only move forward! I sighed, then walked out, wearing a towel on my head and a towel on my body.

I looked at Ikuto. He was dressed in a red sweater vest, long khaki pants, and he had fake glasses setting down in front of him. He was putting on make-up to make his nose look smaller and his eyes look bigger, like they had taught him. They didn't do that for the photo shoot, but they were just showing us tricks.

"Are you going to wear the blonde wig?" I asked him.

"Yeah. And you?" he asked, still focusing on his make-up.

"I think I'll wear the light brown wig."

"Alright," he said, putting on the finishing touches.

I quickly got changed… it was still slightly embarrassing for me to be even half-naked in front of Ikuto. I changed into a white dress that stopped right above the knees. It had a blue lace trim on the bottom and on the neckline. I added a brown belt in the middle of my stomach, then put on cowboy boots.

I took the wig and placed it on a Styrofoam head, and brushed it. Then I weaved it into one long braid that went to the small of my back. Before I put that on, I did my own make-up. I made my eyes look bigger, and I put in contacts that made my eyes look green. I put my wig on, and then the accessories. Black, thin glasses, blue and white bangles, and a long necklace that hung just above the belt. The pendant on the necklace was angel wings.

Ikuto and I looked at each other in satisfaction. We had done good jobs—we looked nothing like our real selves.

"Ready?" he asked.

"I am," I responded.

We arrived at the airport at five o'clock. While we were walking inside, I saw a familiar face. It was Grace, the girl we had met at the EMP. She was hugging a tall, skinny man with short black hair, who was standing next to a short woman with short brown hair and bangs. I was tempted to go say hi, but then I remembered that we didn't look like ourselves.

"Ikuto," I said, "look. It's that Grace girl we met." I pointed over her direction, but not obviously.

He looked that way. "Oh… it is. I wonder why she's here."

We sat there in silence for a while. I could tell he wanted to say hello as well.

"You know," I finally said, "I bet if we said hi and told her where we met her, she would remember…"

He thought for a second. "Worth a shot."

We approached the three, and I said, "Hi… Um, Grace, right? We met at the EMP. You told us about the vocal rooms…"

She looked at us with a blank stare. "Um… I remember meeting someone… but I don't remember you… sorry…"

"Well, we look different, we know," Ikuto said. "But I'm Ikuto, and this is Amu, my wife."

"Oh, yeah! I remember those names… why are you… you know…"

"Oh, just some… stuff we're dealing with," I said. "But anyway. I just wanted to say hi."

She smiled. "Hi. Oh, and this is my mom, Amanda," she gestured to the short woman, "and my brother, Jake," she gestured to the tall man.

"Nice to meet you. So, where are you going?" Ikuto asked Jake.

"Texas," he replied. "If you want, I can show you the way to the bag check."

"Oh, that would be awesome, thanks," I said.

Grace smiled. "Well, bye. We should go… I haven't slept."

"Nice meeting you," Amanda said. "And bye, Jake. I'll see you when you come home."

"Yeah, bye Jake," Grace said. They left.

"Okay, so… follow me," Jake said, after waving goodbye.

We did, and after some awkward silence, I asked, "So… why are you going to Texas?"

"Well," he said, "my biological father lives there… and I'm thinking of moving there. So I'm looking into being a firefighter, and we're also going to look at schools."

"We?" Ikuto asked.

"Oh, me, my fiancée—who will be joining me later—and my dad," Jake clarified.

After talking and walking some more, we made it to where we needed to be, and we got to our terminal. Our flight was delayed an hour, so we had to wait.

Finally, people started to form a line, and we got in line, too. It was time to board the plane… I was getting nervous.

The line started to move.

See? Just a filler. And yes, my brother is actually in Texas right now. I said goodbye to him this morning, at, like... 5. And I did stay up the whole night, and when I got home, I had 5 1/2 hours of sleep... then saw Midnight in Paris. By the way, you should TOTALY see that. It's amazing. Not awesome (because you can say a movie like that is awesome... the wording doesn't fit), it's amazing. Magnificent. Did the text change? Whatever.

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter...
Oh, and you know my story One Plus Sign? Well Jake is the one my mom was pregnant with in the story.

So anyway, have an awesome day/night/past/present/future/3:00/4:00/8:00... whatever it is.

And always remember these words of wisdom:
Pinapples are pinapples.

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I, again, apologize for the sucky chapter.

Best wishes of applesauce,
Grace (TWAP)