I'm sorry! I know its the middle of July and everything and I totally apologize but I have been EPIC busy! I'm going to try updating more often and hopefully I'll be able to do it, but I make no promises. I've also been working on my novel and that's got me swamped so, wish me luck! :) *shy smiles.*

Ok, you may now proceed with throwing anything you wish at me. Well... almost anything.

"Do you trust me?" I looked up at Link, startled by his words to see that he was still seated at the table, but he turned around in his chair. I was seated on the couch again, with my Netbook in my lap as I worked on an essay about chemical reactions and why certain molecules react with one another (or something like that, I'm working on autopilot here).

"Yeah, why?" I asked, looking up at him, honestly.

"You just… seem like you don't for some reason. I don't know—snooping around my room and talking with weird people all the time."

"For the record, Link, anyone with me is seen as weird by whoever it is that looks. They look weird because I'm weird and proud of it. As for snooping, I did no such thing." I can't believe I'm lying to him.

There was a pause and he shrugged. "Ok. Sorry for accusing you." What was more was that I couldn't believe it worked.

I watched as he turned around and a pop up window appeared on my screen. My IM was… IM-ed go figure. But it wasn't by anyone I knew.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: Dark?

ImBak says: Yes. Who is this?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: Annabelle, silly! Auntie Joey finally let me get an IM.

ImBak says: Oh, that's great, Anna! I didn't realize it was you!

I paused and added her to my IM-list.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: I know, but she says that I can only IM people I know.

ImBak says: She's a smart woman, you should listen to you.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: You never did.

ImBak says: I'm older than you. And much, much smarter.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: So…? I don't see the point. You never listened to her, so why should I?

ImBak says: Because I listened to her just not in the same way that you believe it to be. Why do you think she never yelled at me?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: 'Cus' you're older.

ImBak says: I believe we've just gone in a full circle.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: Darn it! I lost :(

ImBak says: lost what, exactly?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: . . . You would have had to been there.

ImBak says: O… K... do I want to have been?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: No, not really. I've got to go; Abigail and I are going shoe shopping.

ImBak says: TMI, Anna. T-M-I seriously. Have fun looking for… shoes.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: I will. Have fun at school.

ImBak says: I don't think that's possible, Anna. Hey, can you remind me something?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: If it's quick.

ImBak says: When I first got there, you noticed my cutting again, right?

SweetGirlGoneBad says:how can I forget? You bleed a lot, by the way.

ImBak says: It was deep! :(
Anyway, what did you do to make me stop again?

SweetGirlGoneBad says: Threw away your razor and started going through anything that you bought to make sure you didn't buy another one.

ImBak says: Anyway, you've got to go. I'll talk to you later. Don't stay out to late or she'll have your hide /and/ your head.

SweetGirlGoneBad says: Oh, you're no fun. Love you lots.

ImBak says:Right back at you. Don't forget it.

SweetGirlGoneBad has logged out.

"Dark!" I jumped and looked up at him and arched my eyebrow.

"Uh, sorry, I was chatting with my old roomie. What were you saying?"

"I was asking why you seem like you're analyzing me all the time."

"I do? Sorry, I guess I didn't realize it. I do that a lot without ever realizing it."

"Really? Why?"

"I guess it happens after a while. I've got friends all over the place and around them you have to keep on your toes. Some of them watch, other's stalk, I analyze." I shrugged and saved the document before closing the small comp.

"They don't seem like the kind of people you want to be friends with."

"Most of them you don't."

He laughed gently and nodded as I set down the Netbook on the table and stood up, slinging my pack over my shoulder as I smiled at him and went into my room. I locked the door behind me and pulled out my cell phone. It vibrated before I could do anything and I frowned, texting back without ever looking at the original text. I hate it when you do that.

Vaati: You say it, but do you really mean it?

Me: I'll give you six guesses; first five don't count.

Vaati: you hurt me with your words.

Wow, I really am like him….

Me: How'd you know?

Vaati: I'm just that good

Me: I don't believe you~

Vaati: Tsk tsk.

Me: Vaati!

This is so jacking my texting bill way up.

Vaati: Ok, ok. I didn't realize it this time.

Me: coincidence?

Vaati: coincidence.

Me: I don't believe you.

Vaati: You never do. What do you need?

Me: … a favor.

Vaati: Isn't it always?

Me: Shut up.

Vaati: If I do, how can I do your favor?

Me: -_-## Vaati.

Vaati: Alright, alright, what do you need?

Me: Two things.
One: Silence
Two: a check in on someone

Vaati: Who?

Me: Byrne.

Vaati: The Homeland Securities Byrne?

Me: Very same.

Vaati: I'll see what I can do.

Me: Thanks.

The conversation ended there.

Ha ha, lots of IM and texting this time. :) See u next time.

Wait, the fuck is wrong with me? I just gave y'all a seven-page-long thing and reciprocate with a three-page long thing that DOESN'T DESERVE THREE PAGES! WTH?