Like Lightning- Disconnected

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Oh. My. Word. It has been TOO long since I've done a chapter for this story. I actually miss it. I haven't been writing for some pretty pathetic reasons: lack of inspiration and writers block. Who gets writers block after writing the plot down on a piece of paper? Me, of course. Oh, well. But BIG kudos to who I would like to call a friend: Remyx. The. Black. Summoner. She has done it once again with her super amazing OC's that I have no ability to take credit for whatsoever. So all that awesomeness belongs to her. It's copyrighted. If it wasn't before, it is now. Now, lastly, I have started yet another story (stupid Amanda) [Yeah, I know], called How to Get Out of Debt. Check it out if you want. If the response is good, I'll write a chapter one! ... I've written so many of those... Well, time to end whoever still stuck with this story's cliffhanger's misery, but it's going to be a short chappy... I'm sorry! Cioa!

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Drew was having a nice dream. He was in a large sauna full of many cute girls in bikinis. Yes, Drew was having a very nice dream.

"Ohhhh, Jonna!" he muttered, still asleep, "Zzz... Don't be shy! Zzzz. Mhmmm."

Blaire stifled a laugh as Drew continued to make out with his pillow. Once more, the two were sharing a room, but no harm done... for now. Grabbing her secret stash of hot chillies and her spicy white powder, she ground the two together with the gloves she pulled out of her magical backpack. With a devious smile, she shut her eyes and stuck the spicy ground flakes into Drew's shorts.

Meanwhile, as Drew proceeded making out with the Jonna girl in his dreams, everything began to become all twisted and dark. Jonna suddenly pulled away, leaving Drew to stare in horror at the ugly figure she was becoming. Wrinkles were beginning to form on her once smooth face, and sags became apparent to see in places that sages should not be. The body Drew once thought of as a hot bikini body was becoming one to be fit for an old wrinkly prune, and an old lady in a bikini did not serve his mind well. Was this a sort of premonition for whatever was to come?

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Drew was absolutely horrified as Blaire fell to the ground. He didn't mean to push her! It was just... she was... He didn't know. She was too close for his comfort, and he reacted- in possibly the worst way he could. Before, he considered himself a gentleman. Sure, he was a heart-breaker, but he usually abided to all the rules his mother taught him as a child. He would stick up for the females, he would be their prince charming, order their food, and... be a gentleman! But somehow, Blaire was an exception. He barely ever stood up for her before; he was never her gallant prince! Plus no prince would ever knock down a lady, no matter how wild or unruly.

"B-blaire?" he stuttered.

Her name was barely able to come out of his mouth. She wasn't looking up, nor was she saying anything. Slowly, almost cautiously, her usually eccentric eyes made contact with his green orbs. That face... she was hurt, he could tell. No matter how hard she might've been trying to mask it, he could tell she was hurt both physically and emotionally, and it was all his fault.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sora, isn't that the girl we saw earlier?" a chirpy voice asked in the silence.

"Ummm... Yeah, I think so...," a meeker voice replied.

"Looks like Mr. Bigshot over there can't take care of his girl," a deeper female voice hmphed.

Drew clenched his teeth. Blaire wasn't his. She wasn't even close! If she was his girl, this would have never happened. Spurred on by anger, Drew turned to the mocking trio- only to find more that three people watching him. It seemed as though the whole room had witnessed the event, but his main focus was on the four people standing in a bunch not too far away.

"Heh, if that was me, I would be a gentleman and help the lady up," another male mocked.

Drew's jaw was beginning to ache from being clenched so tight. It wasn't their business to make a fool of him, but he knew they were right. With a flick of his bangs, he turned to Blaire. He should be helping her up. He should be, but he couldn't. She wasn't looking at him anymore, but on the ground beneath her. He wasn't strong enough to offer her his hand so he could only watch as she wobbled uneasily to her feet.

"Looks like the girl's got balls," the older male commented.

"Rei, what do you mean by balls? You mean the ones I used to play with when I was a little kid? She doesn't have any balls with her," the youngest girl tried to say smartly.

A loud slap, followed by a yelp of pain were soon heard. If Drew wasn't so ashamed, he probably would have laughed at the guy's misfortune. What was he supposed to do now?

Blaire was unusually quiet. Even she thought she was, but the push was just such a shock to her. Plus she didn't even know what she did wrong! She could steam off or explode with anger at Drew, but the contest would start soon, and they needed to be connected. She took a quick glance at Drew, hoping to see his usual haughty expression. If it was there, she knew they would be fine, but it wasn't there. Instead, Drew's eyes were downcast and overridden with guilt. That wasn't the Drew she knew. The Drew she knew didn't feel guilty. He would just brush it off and move on. That was the impression she had of him when they first met, and she stuck by it, using her mental notes of his personality to predict his next move. She never... expected him to be like how he was now.

"Excuse me, but may I ask a few questions?"

The camera man had decided he would question her about the previous happening. Lucky for Blaire and Drew, he had decided to turn off his camera before Blaire had been knocked down, but he was still curious. This pair was giving off juicy stuff, and he knew that juicy stuff could make him a lot of money that would sell on the tabloids. True, he would admit the two made a surprisingly good couple, but he wanted money- and lots of it.

"Umm... yeah. Go ahead," Blaire answered, trying to dismiss all negative thoughts.

"What comments do you have of what just happened?" the camera man asked, turning on his camera.

Drew glared at the man behind the camera. He knew what game the man was playing, and guilt-ridden or not, he did not like bad publicity. Briskly walking into the scene, he decided to answer for Blaire.

"None."

Blaire would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised. Wasn't he just depressed and emo [I'm not an emo basher.] a second ago? She turned her head away from him and let a tiny smile fall upon her lips. They would be fine now. She didn't need his apology. She didn't know why, but she knew that him acting like normal was enough. Maybe it was because of the contest vibe she was having at the moment. That would probably be it. She needed his cooperation to get top marks and just by reminiscing about the first round they had together made her feel rejuvenated once more to compete.

"Yeah. None," she replied, giving the camera man a slight smirk.

The camera man became a little irritated. Little brats. No matter, he would get something juicy out of them. His partner, the photographer, also knew of what he was trying to do, but he didn't seem to understand the motivation. To him, the two young teens seemed to be an ideal couple that would have no interesting story to tell, but remembering the previous encounter of the two, he could have been easily mistaken.

"According to numerous tabloids, it is rumored that you two are a couple... is that true?" he asked, once more hoping for something juicy to spring to the press.

Drew was prepared to give the man a witty retort before Blaire decided to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to her smaller frame.

"What do you think?" she answered mischievously, flashing the camera a catty grin.

"Uhhhh...," Drew was speechless.

"Hey, hey! Quiet down! Will all contestants please walk out when your name is called! We're going to be starting soon!" a lady in uniform yelled, in hopes of grabbing everyone's attention.

The lady was really busty, compared to Blaire, but the lady wasn't Drew's type. She looked like she was what... ninety? And she was so WRINKLY!!! Her cheek flabs seemed to have cheek, and her butt... oh man. It was just THERE, and he could see the sags and stretch marks through her shorts.... Drew tried to hide a cringe as the lady made a sharp, pompous turn to exit. Her butt jiggled. Like a lot. Beside him, he heard a little toot from where Blaire was at. He slowly turned with wide eyes. Did he just hear a...

"Ummm... Haha...," she laughed nervously.

"Did you just..."

"Old ladies make me gassy."

Drew blinked and said nothing for a while before saying, "Oh."

Oh, indeed.