Here's the new chapter of Wonderland! I know it's been a little while since you last heard from me, but I have returned! I was just a little focused on finishing Born This Way and starting Born To Be Brave.

Your POV:

Bentley doesn't have anything for you to do, and after everything that's happened, he told you to lay down and rest. You didn't have the energy to argue, even if you want to. You buried your face in the pillow, and you hear the door open, close, then open and close again. You look up to see Sly there, and Bentley's left for his assignment. Sly reaches over and touches your hair. "You okay?" He asks.

You shrug and sit up. "I dunno. I was just…thinking about home again. And about my sister…well, I guess she's not really my sister." You know that Arianna isn't your sister. You never…really felt like she was. You guess you're not surprised. Your cousin Lea was right. You guys were never anything alike, not even physically. Looking at your face, you have Russian features. But Arianna…Arianna's face was always just weird. She looked pretty and at all, but there was just…always something off about the way she looked. Just something about the way she moved that seemed…alien.

"Homesick, huh?"

Sly's POV:

You can't exactly understand how she feels. You miss your parents, but you're an only child. And Cerlie's (adoptive) family members are still alive. "A little." She shrugs. "It's actually been longer than you think since I last saw my sister. She's in college right now, so she's not home a lot except for the weekend every once in a while. I think it's been…over half a year now." She says sadly. You put your arm around her waist and pull her closer, letting her rest her head on your shoulder.

You…really like her. She's so different from all of the other girls. She's lively, angry, and she's gorgeous. She's loyal, fierce, and she's just…everything you've ever wanted in a girl. You just have to get her to say she wants you back. That's all.

The only thing holding you back…is Carmelita. You've liked her for years now-she's a big part of what makes being thief so much fun-but have you ever loved her? You're starting to debate that, more than you have in the past. You were always physically attracted to her, you know what. But with Cerlie around, you're starting to think it was all just a game.

Your POV:

You feel better with Sly being there for you. He always seems to be able to read your mind, no matter what. God, what's happened? You've actually become…attached. More than attached. Sure, you and Bentley started out rocky-really rocky-but now things have changed. Murray's been your best friend from the start, and you and Bentley have been patching things up. The road is being paved and the bumps are going away. But what about you and Sly? You started out hating him-well, not hating him, but you did think he was irritating-now you feel better when he's with you. There's…less weight on your chest. You don't know how to explain it.

He affectionately runs his finger through your hair and whispers, "Almost dawn, baby. Ready for bed?" You nodded, holding onto him. You look up at him, and you lock eyes.

I'm not Snow White,

But I'm lost inside this forest.

I'm not Red Riding Hood,

But I think the wolves have got me.

Don't want those stilletoes,

I'm not (not) Cinderella.

I don't need a knight,

So baby, take off all your armor.

You be the beast,

And I'll be the beauty.

Who needs true love as long as you love me truly?

I want it all,

But I want you more.

Will you wake me up, boy, if I bite your poison apple?

I don't believe in fairytales,

But I believe in you and me.

Take me to Wonderland.

Sly turns his head, just a little, and moves a little closer. "Sly," You start, your mouths only a few inches apart. "We should…stop…before…we…" You close your eyes.

You and Sly jump backward and break apart when you hear the door slam open. Murray and Bentley appear with General Clawfoot.

Sly's POV:

If that had been anyone else, you'd knock both of their blocks off with your cane.

Your POV:

Your heart is hammering inside your chest, it almost hurts. What-what just happened? Did you almost…you did. You and Sly almost kissed. You're freaking out. Your inner-spaz has been let out of her cage, and inside your brain, she's running around in circles screaming. You need to breath and calm down. Focus. Think. Fix your thought process. God, you can't even think straight!

Don't try to tell me he's not my type,

That I don't know what I feel inside,

When he makes me weak with desire.

I know that I'm supposed to make him wait,

Let him think I like the chase.

But I can't stop fanning the fire.

I know I'm meant to say no,

But he's irresistible,

Up close and personal.

Now inescapable,

I can hardly breathe.

More than just physical,

Deeper than spiritual.

His ways are powerful, irresistible to me.

You stand there, all of the heat going to your face and your heart at a hundred miles an hour, watching Bentley interrogate Clawfoot. All the while, you and Sly just stare at each other.

I bet you all hate me right now.

Bye. C:

~Mimi