Well. There are many things I should be doing right now, this not being one of them. However, my temptation to continue the story is evidently dominating.

So here I am.

Thank you to my eternally patient readers and reviewers. you rock.

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Song for this Chapter: Song 2 → Blur. The ultimate song of baddassery.

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Chapter 53: Milkshakes and Glitter Clouds

In the last chapter...

Romeli had a little talking to with her Guardian Old White about her newest power: Golden Magic. The extent of Golden Magic is the following...

It's based off of her Chaos Thoughts, which essentially states that she is composed and contains the balance between People, Plant, and Gift. Golden Magic is therefore consisted of People, Plant, and Gift. To conjure the incredibly powerful magic (that was literally not of her world) she had to bring out all three magics at once. The catch is that Golden Magic can only affect what it's made of...which is Gift, Plant, and People.

OH CRAP!!! READ THIS: many of you have probably wondered why Golden Magic works as a shield against dark magic. Is dark magic a part of the Gift? Well...sort of. Technically (which means, I have decided) dark magic is literally the Anti-Gift. So...it affects it like it is the Gift all the same.

Anywho. Forgot about that.

After Romeli woke up, her and James talked for a little. They made some conditions. Romeli had to sleep five hours a day and eat three square meals, but only if James stayed with her (so Romeli could make sure she was protected). As stated it's kind of like the two are taking care of each other (in the sense of "punishing each other")

On her way to training practice, Romeli is all like 'omg the plants are talking to me'. This is because she is more in tune to who she is (i.e People, Plant, Gift). She could hear what the plants were saying like a buzz in her ear without even trying. And now that she was stronger in powers and being in tune, it will never leave.

Then Numair and Romeli have their little spiel. She tells him about her Golden Magic and they duel some.

Food Food Food. Then training practice with James in sword style. When James pulls out her Gift she says "that's...interesting" and falls asleep. She then sleeps in her room while James reads a trashy romance novel.

"It's a dangerous business, going out your front door." - JRR Tolkien

Two weeks had gone by since the night Romeli had been informed of her Golden Magic. To say that the events occupying these two weeks were disregardable is far from the truth. In fact, Romeli had grown significantly stronger over all—not just in her powers, but in her relationships as well.

As each day passed, Romeli grew more comfortable with the idea of her and James together. They would hold hands as they walked together, and laugh at some sort of inside joke. The majority of their days were spent together as well as their humble nights.

Of course, with relationships came quarrels and they certainly had more than a few. Most of them dealt with what both of them knew was to come. Above anything, Romeli looked towards his protection and life as the most important thing to her. She stood stubbornly behind her statement and refused to budge. All the while James argued that he was certainly capable of taking care of himself, and that her future should be her priority.

To James, Romeli had thrown the idea of her third Guardian and true identity out the window. This was unacceptable.

That's where their problems started, and their tension and arguments began with their words. One would express their underlying frustrations in a murmur during dinner, and the disagreement would expand from debate to a battle, and a battle to an all out war. The only compromise between them was an impasse, for neither of them would budge on their views. Within minutes the disagreement was completely forgotten and they continued with their jokes.

Their friends were left unamused. Well okay...they were slightly amused. Besides, their group was back to how it should be—together and mischievous.

Romeli's powers continued to flourish. Ever since the elaborate discussion of her Golden Magic with Old White, they had been training. They worked slowly and with caution, never pushing too far in fear that something would lose control. She became more used to the feeling of the power rushing through her, even to the point that she could draw it out without thinking. As for the extent of her Golden Magic, her abilities basically remained the same.

She could form a shield—a rather strong one in fact. It took the shape of an illuminating, golden bubble. It was remarkably strong, able to protect her from any attack from the Gift. However, if someone were to throw something such as a rock towards her, it would pass right through, for it did not contain the elements of the Gift, the People, or the Plant. Also from her Golden Magic formed the ability of an offensive weapon: a blast or laser that was able to inflict upon anything that it, too, was made of.

With the strength of her Golden Magic also came its acuteness towards her surroundings. The day that she was suddenly able to hear the plants around her marked the point in her life where her senses seemed to change. The voices of the plants were also accompanied with the voices of the People. Even inside the palace, where plants and animals were less in population, the buzzing of silent voices never stopped. Though they were incessant, they seemed almost relaxing. She had adapted the ability to grow used to the new noise, and was able to tune in and tune out whenever she felt like it.

As for the Gift, the afternoon she had a sword training session with James marked her awareness. He had taken out his Gift, and in doing so she not only saw its green flames held in his palm, but could see inside it as well. She wasn't sure what to make of it. In seeing his Gift she seemed to see his soul. It took the shape of a bright white light pitted in the middle of the emerald flame, and in seeing it stir in the fire, she felt something stir inside herself. That was all. She could feel no ability to predict what he was going to do, she couldn't control it... just see it.

That was all well and fine, but the whole while she exerted herself with training, a single thought throbbed in the back of her mind: would she be ready in time?

Gods, she hoped so.

OOO

Conjuring milkshakes. She had done it once before during her miraculous escape from the Scanran palace. Ever since then she had never bothered with it again, only wondering a few times if she had somehow acquired the skill to produce dairy products.

From the looks of it, the milkshake miracle was a one time deal.

Romeli sat frustratedly on the floor, her back propped up against her bedroom door. In front of her was a gigantic book of spells, yellowing slightly from its old age. To her left there was a chair that was slightly smoking (she accidentally lit it on fire) and to her left a half eaten piece of pie (she had taken to hoarding sweets in her room since James was insisting she eat "real food").

She stared at the pie now and her mouth twitched. Picking it up, she took a bite, chewing it slowly as she savored the flavor. Apple.

Damn good pie, she thought contently as she turned to the book again. She had skimmed through it once already and came to the conclusion that no, there is no milkshake conjuring spell.

With a sigh she looked down at her hands, holding her palms out flat to observe. "Okay. I am going to try this one more time." With the look of unmatchable determination she closed her eyes shut, pulling her Gift out and into her hands.

Milkshake, milkshake, milkshake. Vanilla milkshake. They're yummy, and they're cold, and creamy, and white, and frosty... milkshakes... ah hell. Any food would be fine...

Her brow twitched and she heard a pop in front of her. Carefully, she peeked open a single eye. Let's see what the damage is this time.

The bookshelf had turned into chocolate and there was a gigantic scorch on her ceiling.

She leaned her head back on the door and looked at her hands accusingly. "I thought I said vanilla, Hands," she told them sternly. Getting up to admire the most recent of catastrophes, she noticed that her bookshelf was not only chocolate, but fine chocolate. She leaned over and took a bite off the second highest shelf.

Hmm, she thought with a shrug. Pretty good.

After taking a second and third bite, resulting in a rather impressive chunk missing from her once wooden piece of furniture, she sat back down by the door and stared at the book with more interest.

An idea had popped into her head. A very, very bad idea.

With a growing grin, she flipped to the beginning of the spell book searching for something...anything...that would perhaps make her day a little more exciting. When Romeli had turned to the important goal of summoning milkshakes, one knew she was itching for something to keep her occupied.

Impatiently, she shut the book closed. This was too predictable. Clenching her jaw she set the closed book's bridge down on the ground, holding the front and back cover with her hands. Randomly, she left the book fall, prepared to look upon her next time-consuming experiment.

When she looked down, her eyes widened and she attempted to hold in a laugh with her hand.

Pursing her lips she looked over the incantation and held out her hands. Settling herself comfortably, she began to read it, eyes focused on the odd words in front of her. Her hands lit up and suddenly there was a flash so bright she had to shield her eyes in shock. For a fraction of a second she thought her room was shaking.

Her alarm immediately dissipated when she looked at the foot of her bed. Her face brightened considerably.

"SOFA!"

OOO

Far away within the elegant palace of Carthak a lavish prince suddenly found that his favorite sofa, which sat in the corner of his favorite room with his favorite tropical house plants, had disappeared from beneath him.

He looked around him on the ground, stunned. "...What?"

OOO

"Romeli...?" The voice of her mother was muffled through the door. "Everything all right in there?"

Her heart nearly caught in her throat. "Oh. Um, yeah. Just...sneezed." What? Sneezed? She shook her head unimpressed.

"All right then," Daine said through the door. Romeli could faintly hear her fading footsteps.

Turning away, Romeli looked forward again and towards her newest piece of furniture. It was an uber-posh wooden piece of art, adorned with forest green velvet cushions. She climbed over the gargantuan book and lunged onto it

"I'm in paradise."

Apparently paradise lasts for 5.23 seconds.

Bored again, she sat up and looked around. She spent a time staring, becoming fixated at first with the remnants of her apple pie and then the bite marks on her book shelf. That book shelf tasted so good...

She was about to get up to take off another chunk, but stayed where she sat. Too comfy. There was a crack and she yelped, flinging her head with wide eyes to where the sound was coming from.

The chair (that had stopped smoking a couple of minutes ago), had been burnt to a fine crisp. It then seemed to dissolve, folding into a pile of chair-ashes.

This random act of chair-cruelty perhaps would have vexed her, but the only thing she could think was, I really really want a vanilla milkshake.

"Okay, maybe I will try just one more time," she said aloud, stretching out her hands. "Milkshake, you are so mine."

Once again, she closed her eyes, tuned in to her Gift and thought one word and one word only: milkshake.

For a second she thought it had worked, for an immense sense of cool has whipped past her. But when she looked above her head, what was forming was no milkshake. An immense cloud had appeared, containing the merciless dark colors of a storm. It thundered only once before mounds and mounds of glitter rained down upon her.

She began to laugh uncontrollably. Of course, this resulted in glitter filling her mouth and she started choking and laughing at the same time. In a panic she fell off the sofa, pounds of glitter sliding off with her.

By the time she had managed to scrape away and/or swallow all the glitter in her mouth, the sofa was completely buried in glitter to the point that it wasn't even visible. The cloud continue to pour out sparkling glitter nonstop, and her room was beginning to fill.

"How do you get glitter cloud from MILKSHAKE!!!!" She asked her hands exasperated, shaking them. A particularly large wave of glitter fell down on her and she was knocked over and pressed against her bedroom door. There was at least a foot of glitter flooding her room now, and it was beginning to rival the height of her bed.

I have to get out of here, she thought panicking. Thankfully her bedroom door opened outwards, so she wouldn't have to push against the current. She forced herself up, grabbing the brass handle for support.

Then she froze. Hang on...

She turned around and grabbed the apple pie, which had miraculously survived the glitter tsunami. Then, she opened the door.

Romeli exited her room on a slide, as the glitter came burrowing out when she opened the door and swept her feet from under her. With a little struggle she got back up, tripping twice in the process. Holding back a fit of laughter, she made for the exit of the Salmalin Suite.

Daine stared at her with a raised brow. "Romeli? What are you doing?"

Romeli froze and turned around to her mother, her eyes wide. She flashed a smile as the two of them looked towards her open bedroom. Piles of glitter were pouring out into the living room. "Um. Art project. Gotta go, Mom." She left the room quickly, not even bothering to close the main door.

"Well clean up when you're done," Daine called at her retreating figure.

There was a muffled 'okay' from down the hallway.

The Glitter Cloud of Terror smoothly floated out of the bedroom and into the living room, supposedly uninterested in Romeli's now very shiny getaway.

Daine gave it the evil eye. "Don't even think of touching my upholstery."

The Glitter Cloud, taking the hint, left most of the living room unscathed and made for the exit, leaving a glittery trail in its wake.

OOO

Romeli soon found it difficult to run, her laughter serving as a handicap as she sprinted down the hallway. She slowed to a stop and leaned her hands on her knees to gain her bearings. She couldn't stop laughing like mad.

Suddenly there was a crash and a cry from behind her. The Glitter Cloud of Terror had emerged quickly from the Salmalin suite and had engulfed its first victim. It now came floating towards her with sparkling menace.

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing more and was off again. She looked behind her every few seconds. Each check behind proved that the Glitter Cloud of Terror was slower and farther away. One look however, caught her off guard.

It was gone.

The cloud must have turned a corner or something, she thought as she continued to run. This was... this was...

Awesome.

As fast as she could, she made her way towards the main hall of the palace.

OOO

King Jonathan was writing notes in his study, minding his own business. His desk was covered in immensely important information. Notes, news, statistics, money, a pop up book he'd been trying to publish for six years, pictures, money...

He took a sip of a cup of tea in his hand and returned to his scribbling. Deep in thought, he didn't even notice a foggy substance sneaking under the closed door until it was too late.

Without warning there was a crack of thunder and sparkling pounds of glitter began to pour down upon him. He shouted alarmed, as the glitter crashed him down to the ground. Taking cover under his desk, he watched as the glitter rained down on his office, hitting his crowded desk like a waterfall.

When the glitter seemed to stop, he took a peek up from his hiding place. He was plummeted with the shiny stuff, causing him to retreat back to sanctuary.

What is this? he thought puzzled, leaning his head against the wood. The glitter was beginning to flood the room. He could no longer see his boots.

Suddenly, the raining stopped altogether.

OOO

The palace was in complete chaos. Everyone was running—mostly in circles. Officials were yelling, children were laughing, the Copper Isles were making fun, Jonathan had turned his desk into a glitter ship. Everywhere one looked, there was glitter. Whether it came in inches or feet, the shiny stuff was everywhere. People were falling and slipping but still the GCOT did not cease.

The people of the palace spilled out of their rooms and hallways at a sprint, searching for any sanctuary they could think of.

Romeli was practically in tears she was laughing so hard. The giggles made her breathing heavy and she had to take another break. She looked around carefully, watching for any sign of the GCOT. It was nowhere in sight.

She slumped against a wall with a sigh, panting.

This was certainly a mistake. The Glitter Cloud had found her and began to rain down on her heavily.

Screaming with cries of joy and frustration, she attempted to clear her vision. Everywhere she looked there was glitter. it was in her hair, her clothes, her shoes. She was knocked to the ground as its weight began to bury her. Now it was once again even in her mouth. She reached out her hands trying to grasp for the surface.

Suddenly she felt two strong hands grab her arm and pull her to safety. She couldn't see anything and could barely stand, yet the firm body behind her was steady.

Dejected, the cloud raced away, off to find its next victim.

Still blinded with glitter and hair, Romeli started gasping and laughing as she attempted to speak. "I—thanks—cloud—pie—glitter—funny."

"What was that?"

Romeli's heart thudded and stopped. She turned around quickly, starting to gain her bearings, and came face to face with James. His eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Um..." She blinked. Suddenly she adopted the face of distaste. It felt like glitter was coating the inside of her mouth.

"Right," said James with a chuckle. He turned to her about to ask a question that both of them already knew the answer to. "So I'm guessing this was your doing?"

She gave him a weak smile. James snorted when he spotted her teeth were full of glitter. "I was really bored..."

James laughed. That was enough of an explanation. Taking out a kerchief from his pocket he wiped the remnants of glitter on her face and smiled. "This is an interesting look on you," he observed. "I wonder how long it will last."

Romeli looked down at herself. For one thing both of them were about a foot deep in glitter. She was completely covered. Everything from clothes to hair to skin was touched with glitter. It made her incredibly sparkly. As for James, he looked nearly untouched.

That was subject to change.

Without a second judgment, Romeli tackled James and they both crashed to the ground. Once again she was in complete hysterics, laughing until her stomach was sore.

"What was that for?" he asked, laughing himself as she rolled off of him.

"You have no glitter on!" she said shaking her head. Before he could argue she darted away from the subject. "Look! Glitter angel!" She proceeded to move her arms and legs, forming the shape of an angel within the contours of the glitter-ground.

Their frolicking was soon interrupted by a clap of thunder and the sound of raining glitter on top of them. Romeli screamed and tried to dodge the downpour, but the glitter was burying them both with alarming speed.

"We're gonna die!" yelled James trying to squirm out of the pile forming on top of him. Every time he attempted to get up, the weight of the glitter and its slippery texture knocked him down again.

"James! Think positive!"

"We're gonna die quickly?"

With a burst of force, Romeli pushed herself to the surface and grabbed James' arm that was slowly being devoured by the growing mountain. She pulled him out as much as she could, and the two slid down the slope towards the ground.

They collapsed on their hands and knees, breathing heavily. The Glitter Cloud continued its havoc for a time in the hall before slipping away towards the next room.

Romeli wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, exposing a mouth still full of glitter.

James laughed. "Come on," he said taking her hand as they both stood up. They were both covered in glitter now. "Let's go to the medical wing. I think you need a glass of water."

Romeli nodded, not noticing until then how annoying the feeling of a "sparkling mouth" was.

James gave her a mischievous smirk and her stomach dropped. She knew that look.

"Last one there's a King Jonathan!" he called. Before he even finished the sentence he was at a sprint.

Romeli snorted and quickly bolted after him, nearly slipping and falling on the thin layer of glitter beneath her.

OOO (A/N: Okay. It's 5:16 in the effing morning. I haven't slept yet and I'm packed with hyper power. I think I inhaled too many cleaning materials. I watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and have decided to spontaneously watch Muppets from Space. Hot dayum. I am off the walls. And I really want pie.)

"Glitter. All I see is glitter glitter glitter. There's glitter everywhere!" Neal was flailing his arms in every direction pacing by patients recently admitted into the infirmary—most of them diagnosed with a an overdose of glitter. "There's glitter on the floor, on the tables..." He picked up an unconscious man's arm, showing off a fine gash. "There's glitter inside his arm! Great. There's glitter in my eye. Ow. Get out of my—ow. How does this happen?!"

James pursed his lips and nudged Romeli giving his father the She-Did-It-Don't-Ask-Me-How look. The both of them were shaking with laughter.

"Oh. Terrific," replied Neal dryly. He looked at his son and then at Romeli, eyeing them down unamused. "There is glitter. On my favorite coat." He pointed to the coat hanging on the wall like it was of the upmost importance.

James snorted. "Look, sorry about your coat. We were just here to get a glass of water for Romeli..."

"A glass of water?" He laughed and shook his head. "You want a glass of water? Oh sure hang on!" His voice was dipped in heavy sarcasm. With the most deliberate of motions he grabbed a clean glass and pumped some water into it. "Oh here, here's some water! But wait! Sorry! The whole water system is contaminated with glitter!" He handed the glass to her, making sure to point out the sparkling flecks floating in the drink.

Romeli stared at the glass and shrugged. She sat down on the nearest chair, disregarding the fact that it was currently occupied with a pile of glitter and gulped down the drink.

"Are you mad?" Neal's eyes were blazing as he stared at the empty glass. He ran a hand through his hair—an action that James had obviously inherited from him.

She shook her head. "No, just thirsty." At least her mouth wasn't caked with foil any more.

James leaned against the wall, doing his best to sweep away the glitter that had collected on his tunic. "So how did this all happen in the first place?"

Both of the Queenscove's brows were risen in an identical manner causing yet another laughing fit in Romeli. She wiped her eyes, tears starting to form from the fits. "Um. I was just bored...and I wanted a milkshake, because the chocolate bookshelf was good but just not enough. So I tried but then glitter came out of no where. I had formed this cloud. My room is totally flooded..."

"Yeah," replied Neal. "And so is the rest of the palace. You should know conjuring food is a dumb idea. It's practically impossible" He shook his head. "And look at the consequences."

Romeli snorted, and both Neal and James started laughing as well. Her mind began to drift, wondering just where the Glitter Cloud of Terror had gotten to now.

She looked at her arms. During their sprint to the infirmary the both of them had managed to run most of the glitter off. Her hair still glistened and her skin only shimmered a little. As for her clothes—well they shimmered a lot.

"So how do you think we're going to get rid of this?" asked Neal aloud scratching the back of his head.

James was too preoccupied with his new sparkly exterior to pay attention.

Romeli shrugged. "I have no idea how it got here. I obviously don't know how to get rid of it."

"So you're saying that Corus is going to be a shimmering city for a while?"

Romeli nodded and affirmative, smiling with pride. "Just as it should be."

Neal shook his head and chuckled. Never again would he allow Romeli to be in her room bored and alone again. With a sigh he got a glass of water of his own and filled it. He eyed the flecks of glitter floating in it uneasily before taking a sip.

Before even attempting to swallow it he spit the drink out again, spraying water and glitter everywhere. "This is disgusting!" he exclaimed wiping his mouth and setting down the glass.

Before Romeli could say a word, the Glitter Cloud of Terror erupted down the hall and through the infirmary door. The only exit was behind the cloud, leaving them completely cornered.

Romeli stood up alarmed, a whole new rush of excitement coursing through her. Carefully, she took James' hand and he looked at her questioningly. The only answer he got was a daring look accompanied with a wicked grin.

"Ready?"

"Of course."

Without looking back the two of them sprinted towards the cloud, leaped over the massive mound of glitter it had been forming beneath it and slid out the exit. The two darted to the left, almost falling in the process, and outside. As they ran in the sun, the glitter from their bodies left a trail behind them.

OOO

"You'll never guess what Romeli did today." Daine's statement was blunt with a hint of amusement. Her and Numair were eating dinner together in the Salmalin Suite.

"I have a feeling that it involves the palace, a spell gone wrong, and a whole lot of glitter." Numair's educated guess was not only spot-on, but proven. Just over his shoulder lay Romeli's so-called "art project". Her door was unable to close, for a mountain of glitter was blocking the way. Her whole entire room was practically filled to the roof. An old book of spells (that Romeli had stolen from Numair's study, by the way) sat on a pile of glitter right in front of her door for her parents to see.

"Hmmm." Daine laughed as she shook her head and took another bite of a salad.

He pointed to the book victoriously. "I've been looking for that."

Just then there was a knock at the door. They exchanged glances and Daine got up to answer it...which she didn't actually have to, because the glitter cloud decided to barge in inconspicuously anyways!

She jumped back just in time to dodge the downpour of sparkles as the cloud decided to attack her upholstery after all. Daine jerked a thumb towards the cloud. "This would be the culprit."

Numair grinned and shook his head. "So this has been wreaking the palace for, what...12 hours now?"

Daine laughed.

Without effort, Numair pulled out his charcoal colored Gift. In the matter of seconds, the cloud was engulfed in black. Moments later it vanished. That taken care of, Numair returned to his chicken.

"Numair." She said his name with a hint of disapproval. "I thought it would be much more fun to see her try and take care of it."

He only shrugged. "I'm sure we'll get a kick out of her cleaning her room."

They both snorted and returned to their meals.

BA HA HA.

this chapter was dope. Kind of a little different from the usually moody-mood stuff I've been writing lately. haha. The I Hate Jonathan and Delia Fanclub, anyone?

hope you liked it!

Replies:

Grace: Dude...so 52 chapters in 2 evenings is definitely an accomplishment. I was rereading chapters the other day, and it would take me way longer than that to read this story! wow. :) haha...I am definitely still writing chapters on this story. There will be a sequel...but I haven't even started it yet.

natsumi456: awww thanks! Hope you keep reading!

Hati: oh thanks!! I really appreciate the compliment. As for the idea of the story...I don't know how it happened. It started out simply. I wanted to write about a girl who had the Gift and Wild magic. But then everything just expanded from there and it grew into this. Haha...I see you have noticed my weakness: time. It's all over the place right now. As well as spelling . Well the milkshake thing was kind of the result of a hyper mind—it sort of just...happened. Technically, people with the Gift can't really conjure food...which is kind of something I made up. ah well. And Shadow and Sharpfang are on the border right now. They're in and out of the story when I need them to be. It's kind of choppy, but I'll smooth it over when I get to editing.

jenny-harkness: glad to see you caught up! And so quickly! ...alas. Irony. It's a gift and a curse.

dares to dream: Yeah...I apologize for that slow update. What was it, five months? Gah. Life has been crazy. Chicken is the most arousing of poultry—and it seemed necessary to throw in the comedic relief in such a dark story. Glad you like it!

AmethystEyes0: hooray! You finished!!! I still can't believe that this story is more than 800 pages. It just amazes me. I know what you mean about just clicking the 'next chapter' button. I hate updates myself. haha...nice try with the threats! But alas...my update has been much quicker than the last one. :) Hope you keep reading!

smile: sexy chicken. haha. It's comedic relief. You may be surprised by what goes through my mind on a daily basis. Hmmm. Well...I write my chapters at size 12, single spaced. On average they're all about 20-30 pages long. This one is a bit shorter (only around 12). Skiing. So much fun! I haven't gone skiing in forever though...

xxTunstall Chickxx: Aw James. He's so amazing. I have been going through some love problems lately (alas, I have fallen in love with a Costa Rican trumpet player about 4 inches shorter than me), and writing James chapters makes me feel so much better. Hahaha...references to the future. Oh man. I SO do that. I'll be perfectly honest—I sometimes feel quite constricted by the Tortallan time era. But then again, if I were to write the story in a different era...I don't know when I'd write it.

inktounge: That's so true. A lot of my friend are saxaphone players, and they're just as dirty as I am. :) Your question on why Romeli was entranced by James' magic was hopefully answered in the beginning of this chapter. lmfao...sparkly things. you are like a crow. I'm glad the drama has decreased a bit. Romeli's thoughts are relatively realistic when you put into account what she has gone through and the pressures...but still. I get what you mean. :)

iwantaponygal993: bla...losing files on the comp is the worst feeling ever! I hate it so much...and then you just can't write. I'm so anal about saving my work now. I'm glad you like it!!! :)

LittleMissGiggles'94': haha. The You-Are-So-Defeated-So-Eat-Your-Damn-Lemon-Chicken-Woman look is the best of all looks!! Aww thanks so much! That update really did take forever. I'm glad you still love it though. 7,0 words certainly is a lot. Hopefully I'll never have to do that again. :/