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Determination (or: Stubborn, Blonde Detectives)
The ghost found his detective with his head under a pillow a few hours later. "You okay, Tantei-san? You kind of ran out on me earlier."
Hakuba was silent.
"Dammit. Can you not hear me again?" the magician growled in frustration. "Geez. How the hell does this stupid ghost thing work anyway?" He took a seat on the bed and blew a stream of air up his face, making his bangs billow. "Geez, I'm bored…and no one can see me outside of dreams. This sucks."
The deceased teen got up and began to pace the room, muttering, "This sucks, this sucks, this sucks," over and over again.
"Will you kindly put a sock in it?" Saguru snarled from under his pillow.
"If you could hear me, why didn't you say anything, you jerk?" Kuroba snapped back.
"I don't want to talk to you right now! Go haunt someone else!" Hakuba yelled, hurtling the pillow at (and through) his classmate.
Unfortunately, Kaito was standing right in front of a table lamp, which fell over and broke when hit with the pillow.
"Okay, that was not my fault," the apparition stated in his own defense.
"How was I supposed to know that you were intangible?" the detective hissed, getting up to survey the damage. "You seemed to have no trouble moving my objects around and getting yourself up on that wall today! This is all your fault."
"Hey, it takes some effort on my part to touch stuff, so don't go blaming me. How was I supposed to know that you were about to throw a pillow at me?" the older of the two snorted.
"Stupid ghost," Hakuba huffed, swiping his hand through Kuroba's stomach.
"Hey! Quit it!" the ghost protested. "That feels weird."
"Oh?" Saguru laughed, doing it again.
"Stop!" Kaito whined, swinging his own arm through the detective's midsection.
"Hey!" the blonde exclaimed, taking a step back.
"Saguru?" Baaya called out to her charge as she rushed down the hall and threw open the bedroom door. She paused when she found her child alone in his room, perfectly unharmed. "Is everything alright?"
"Uh…yes. Yes, perfectly fine. The lamp just got knocked over, but everything's just fine, Baaya," Saguru floundered a bit, nervously indicating the broken appliance.
"Oh." Baaya blinked, eying her charge in suspicion. "I thought I heard shouting."
"Shouting?"
"Yes. Shouting. It sounded like you were talking to someone, Saguru." His foster mother stood her ground until he cracked.
"Okay, Baaya. Please don't be alarmed. I'm probably just overtired, but I've been hallucinating today," Saguru explained. "Kuroba Kaito has been following me around and talking to me, and it was him that I was just arguing with. Please don't worry, Baaya. I'm sure that I'll get better with rest."
"Is that all?" Baaya chuckled, going up to Kaito and giving a little bow. "How are you, Kuroba-kun? It's lovely to have you in our home."
"Wait. You can see him?!" Saguru exclaimed.
"No," Baaya shrugged as she turned to face her young master. "I can't make out any humanoid features, but I do see his aura. He's a very handsome little sky blue orb."
"Why, thank you." Kaito smirked, giving a polite bow.
"I first noticed him hanging about you a few days ago, and I wondered if he wasn't Kuroba-kun. Sometimes orbs do that when you're on a case, Saguru. I was always curious about whether or not you saw them, but you'd never said anything before."
The detective's face went as white as rice powder. "I've had g-ghosts haunt me before?"
"They don't mean any harm, Dear," Baaya assured. "Now that you can talk to them, it should be a lot easier to solve cases, shouldn't it? Look on the bright side." She stood on tiptoe in order to pat him on the head before heading towards the door. "I'll have someone come and fix the lamp tomorrow, so don't worry about it, Saguru. Kuroba-kun, feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm sure Saguru is enjoying your company immensely."
The detective blushed and went back to sit on his bed. "Oh, yes. Immensely."
"Why are you so mad at me, Hakuba?" Kaito sighed, going to join his rival.
"Because I told you that I loved you, and you called me a weirdo," Saguru hissed in utter embarrassment.
"In all fairness, I called you a weirdo before you told me that you loved me," the magician reminded. "…and I don't think you're a weirdo for loving me. I think it's weird that you like putting me in a dress and making out with me, but…I think you have excellent taste in men, and I respect your feelings, even though I don't share them."
"So…you don't think that I'm a freak?" Saguru whispered. "You're not going to make fun of me?"
"Nah. I actually think it's kind of sweet that you like me so much." Kaito shrugged with a lopsided smile. "I'm flattered…a little creeped out by the wedding dress, but generally flattered by your devotion. I hope you and dream Kaito are very happy together. I'm sure you'll have beautiful children."
"So…that's a 'no,' isn't it?" Saguru mumbled.
"Yeah…. It's a no," Kaito confirmed. "Sorry, Hakuba, but thank you for loving me. Really, it means a lot. I mean, it's a huge honor to be loved so deeply by someone, but…I can't return your feelings. Besides, I'm dead…and I'm sure you'll find someone awesome someday."
Hakuba nodded, but no words would come out.
"You know, I'm gonna go check on my mom," Kaito said as an excuse to step out and give the detective some space. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Saguru nodded again.
"Good night, then. Don't do any more investigating until I get back."
000
Kaito seemed to appear out of nowhere the following day while Saguru was drawing up a list of possible crime scenes based on the particles that had been found under the magician's fingernails.
"I thought I told you to stop," the deceased teen sighed in exasperation, causing the detective to jump.
"Ku-Kuroba!" Saguru cleared his throat, collecting the shards of his composure. "I…I didn't hear you come in."
The ghost shrugged. "It's not like I opened the door. Waste of effort. I thought I told you to stop," he repeated as if he were talking to a rather stupid naked mole rat.
"And I told you that I was going to investigate regardless." Saguru continued constructing his list.
"I'm not joking around, Tantei-san. These are seriously bad guys, and they will kill you. They have guns!" Kaito exclaimed, waving his arms up and down, frenzied.
"So I gathered from the bullet wound in your thigh," the Brit scoffed. "I don't care, Kuroba. If they are as bad as you say, they need to be brought to justice. I will not let your death be in vain."
"Thanks, but too late," the apparition sighed, going to lounge on the bed.
"I do wish that you wouldn't do that," Saguru sighed wistfully as he gazed at his crush.
"Why? Am I sexy?" Kaito teased, blowing a kiss.
"I wonder if this counts as necrophilia," the blonde whimpered, biting his lip. "Wait. What do you mean, it's too late?"
Kuroba rolled off of the bed and shrugged. "My old man was looking for this gem when he was killed, and about a year or so ago, I started to look for it too. We were trying to keep it away from the bad guys so that they couldn't use it for evil. I didn't find it before I died, though. I didn't get the chance to destroy it, and now, if they get it, I'm sure a lot of people will die. So…it's too late. There's no one else to take up the mantle and search for Pandora, so…"
"That's why you always gave back what you stole," Saguru breathed, finally able to put the puzzle together. "Dammit. I knew there was something off. It was a search pattern. You…you're like the Green Hornet."
"The who?" Kaito blinked, taking a seat on the couch back.
"The Green Hornet. He was a good guy that pretended to be a bad guy in order to throw everyone off. There was a new movie released a year or so ago. He was trying to find out the truth about his father's death. It was made to look like an accident, but it was really murder."
"Dude!" the teenage superhero shouted. "I'm not like the Green Hornet, I am the Green Hornet! That's exactly what happened to me! Oh, man. I could be a comic book hero! Do you think they'd make a comic about me too?"
"No offense, but I wouldn't want to read a comic where the hero dies." Saguru let him down gently.
"Dammit. Being dead sucks…. You know, Yu Yu Hakusho did pretty well, and the hero dies right at the very beginning in that one," Kaito pointed out.
Hakuba blinked. "Thanks for the spoiler alert."
"It happens on, like, the third page. Get over it," the pouty ghost whined. "Anyway, the moral of the story is that I deserve a comic book and you need to stop poking your nose where it doesn't belong before it gets shot clean off your face."
"I doubt they'd shoot my nose," Saguru sighed with a roll of his eyes. "I'm a good guy. Good guys always get shot in the arms first."
"Yeah, yeah. Go on. Break the fourth wall; see if I care," Kaito snorted, sliding down onto the actual seat part of the couch. "Hey, I'm a good guy too. Why the hell do I always get shot in the chest?"
"Technically your moral alignment is ambiguous," Hakuba chuckled. "That means that you're free game."
"Ambiguous my a-double-s. I wear a white suit, for crying out loud!"
"Look on the bright side: you got shot in the leg this time," Saguru reminded his guest.
"Whoopie." Kaito wiggled his fingers back and forth. "Snake misses for once and just ends up poisoning me to death. How lame is that?"
"So you were poisoned to death!" the detective exclaimed in triumph. "Do you know what this 'Snake' person used?"
"Dammit," the phantom hissed under his breath. "I don't know anything, and the word of some ghost that only you can see is not gonna hold up in a court of law."
"I don't know about that. There was this movie a year or so ago where the ghost of a samurai testified in court. The murdered woman herself even showed up," Saguru helpfully informed the spirit.
Kaito rolled his eyes. "You and your movies. You must have a lot of free time."
Hakuba bit his lip before finally responding. "I don't have friends to hang out with after school, so I go to the movies whenever I don't have a case. That way I can pretend that I do have friends, and it keeps Baaya from worrying."
Kaito frowned. "You should have said something. I always thought you had your own friends or work or something when you rushed out after school. If I'd of known, I would have invited you to hang out with Aoko and the others and me."
"You have no idea how happy that would have made me," Saguru chuckled with a smile.
"Do you wanna go now? I was wanting to see that Space Brothers movie, but dying kind of put a damper on that. Whadda ya say? We'd only have to pay for one ticket…and popcorn. I really want popcorn," the magician insisted.
"Can you even eat, now that you've passed away?" Hakuba laughed at the enthusiastic ghost.
"No, but I'm not gonna let that stand in the way of enjoying the simple pleasures of life," Kaito declared, determined not to let his untimely demise keep him down. "If all else fails, I'll have you eat it and tell me how it is."
"I don't really care much for popcorn." The detective snickered at the utter look of incredulity on Kuroba's face.
"What's wrong with you?" Kaito gasped. "Popcorn's the best!"
"If you say so."
"But…but…you'd eat popcorn for me, wouldn't you, Hakuba?" The panicked look on the dead magician's face was actually kind of adorable.
"Yes, Kuroba. I'd eat popcorn for you," Saguru assured his crush.
"Awesome! You're the best. Now, let's go to the movies!" Kaito grabbed his friend's arm, exerting a little effort to make his hand solid enough to pull Hakuba.
"Not so fast." Saguru easily broke free of Kaito's loose hold. "I want you to tell me what you remember about your death first. Anything you can tell me will keep me from having to poke my nose where it doesn't belong in order to unearth the details myself. Can you tell me what poison this 'Snake' character used on you?"
Kaito sighed. "No. No, I can't, but I'll draw you a picture of it and tell you about what happened after the movie. Date first, murder later."
"D-Date?" Saguru stuttered, cheeks going cherry blossom pink.
"Yeah." The magician gave a nonchalant shrug. "I mean, you're taking me to the movies, aren't you? That's considered a date, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes. I s-suppose so." Saguru felt so happy he could have died. "Are you really okay with going on a date with me?"
"So long as you know it's a platonic date. You've been perfectly clear about your feelings for me, and I've been just as frank, so don't get your hopes up; nothing's gonna happen. Besides, I shouldn't need to reiterate this, but I'm DEAD...but…that doesn't mean we can't still have fun together…so…just think of this as a reward for being a good rival." Kaito shrugged, trying to look cool as he looked away in embarrassment.
"Thank you, Kuroba," the detective whispered, a broad smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't look so happy," the thief snorted lightly. "It makes me feel guilty. Why do you like me so much anyway?"
"You're compassionate, selfless, and just," Hakuba replied easily.
"Me? Hardly," Kaito laughed. "How do you figure?"
"You may have noticed me researching you, but—"
"—Stalking," Kaito coughed.
"Researching," Saguru stressed. "Anyway, I became a bit of an expert on you. I learned that you don't do what you do for any kind of reward but simply because it's the right thing to do. You go out of your way for others without expecting anything in return, and you're very considerate of other people's feelings, like at the end of the Nightmare case…or when that dog got trapped in the safe…or what you did for that boy when you stole that baseball."
"How did you know about that? You weren't even in the country at the time," Kaito gasped, gaping at the European sleuth.
"I told you. I thoroughly researched you." Saguru smirked.
Kaito blushed. "Okay, saying it like that with that smirk on your face makes it sound dirty. Like you peeled my clothes off or something."
"You know, tonight, my dream boyfriend is going to make the face you're making right now, and I'm going to kiss him senseless," Saguru announced, emboldened by his crush's flustered reaction.
Being able to make Kuroba make that face gave him a rush.
Kaito's mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.
"I'm sorry. Was that too forward?" The rush was gone, and Saguru began to panic. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I promise to stop. I just thought…maybe it would be okay to tease you a little, but—"
Kaito burst out laughing. "No, it's fine; tease me all you want. It's just you've been so subdued lately, I was kind of wondering what the hell had gotten into you all of the sudden. No, frankly, I miss the days when you used to get up in my face, challenge me, and tell everyone that you were going to expose me. I was a little sad when you clammed up after getting back from your little stint abroad."
Saguru smiled half-heartedly. "Yes. I have to say that was rather a low point in my life."
"What? Why? What happened?" Kaito asked, taking a seat on top of the desk.
Saguru could hear the genuine concern in the other boy's voice.
The sleuth took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. "Up until Kid, I had never failed before…not as a detective, anyway. You saw what I was like when I first arrived. I was all ego and self-confidence. Well, after enduring months of failure and humiliation, I couldn't take it anymore, so I went back home. You really changed me, you know. You shattered my confidence, my self-worth. You made me realize I wasn't Sherlock Holmes—you notice that I retired my outfit after my 'stint abroad.' That was also about the time that I realized I felt a little more strongly about you than a classmate should. It was…a rough few months."
Kaito just nodded, utterly speechless. Saying 'sorry' would never be enough, so he took his friend's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Hey, let's go to the movies, Hakuba."
"And then you'll help me solve your murder?" The detective looked up with a soft smile.
"And then I'll make sure that you don't get murdered while trying to solve my murder," Kaito promised.
000
"It was a red and white capsule. I only caught a quick glimpse of it as he shoved it in my mouth, so, unfortunately, I can't tell you much." Kuroba shrugged as he hung upside-down off of the couch in Saguru's room.
"Do you remember if it had any kind of smell or taste to it?" the detective inquired, trying to work with what little information they had.
"I don't think it did…but it felt like I was being burned alive once I swallowed it. My heart hurt…like it was gonna explode. It hurt a lot," Kaito mumbled, sitting up properly. "Snake said something about it being an experimental poison they were using."
"You mean the organization that killed you."
"Yeah. Why?" Kaito raised an eyebrow at his host, looking a little bit like a cautious feline.
"I'm trying to think of ways we can get this syndicate. One man committing one murder with an untraceable poison doesn't mean much, but if we can prove that multiple operatives committed multiple crimes with the same untraceable poison, we'll be able to link them together. Once we arrest a couple, we can offer plea bargains and deals to get them to turn on their partners. We just need to find more victims. Once we find a link in murders that were previously thought unrelated, we may be able to convince the police to start an official investigation. You'd like that, wouldn't you? If the cops were on the case, I wouldn't have to stick my own neck out as much, and that would make your job of keeping me breathing a lot easier."
Kaito sighed. "Yeah, but…it would be putting a lot of other people at risk. Those cops…they…they could get killed."
"…Kuroba, these people need to be brought to justice. I know you don't want to get other people involved, but we can't do this by ourselves. We need help in order to shut them down, and, yes, it will be sad when some of ours die, but their sacrifices are necessary to keep Japan safe. If I understand what you've told me, hundreds of thousands of innocent lives are at stake. I'd gladly give my life to protect them, and so would the brave men and women of the police force... And you…Kuroba, you already have. Do you think it wasn't worth it?"
Kaito sighed again and rolled his eyes. "No. I get it, I get it. Don't monologue heroically at me. So…what's the plan?"
"I'm going to use my contacts within the police to try and find any cases like yours. I'm similarly going to check in with my fellow detectives. Hopefully we'll be able to find enough linked cases that we'll be able to put the police on the organization's scent. In the meantime, I, personally, am going to continue work on your case."
"Okay, but let's call it quits for tonight," the deceased proposed.
Hakuba blinked. "Why? It's barely ten, and I have a veritable ton of work to do. I have to determine where you were killed, what kind of poison killed you, who this 'Snake' person really is, whom he's working for, where they all are now, and, above all, I must find proof."
"Hakuba, you look tired," the magician cooed, patting his friend on the head. "I'm still gonna be dead in the morning, so go to sleep. You promised Baaya that you'd take care of yourself, and I don't like to see you running yourself into the ground for my sake either, so…get some rest."
Slowly, a broad smile stretched itself across Saguru's face.
"Thank you, Kuroba."
Kaito shrugged, playing it cool. "No biggie."
"And…thank you for the date. I had a wonderful time." Saguru bowed as he thanked his crush.
"Yeah, yeah. Me too. Geez, go to sleep already. Your boyfriend's waiting for you…. I'm gonna go check on Aoko, but I'll see you in the morning to start work. Sleep well, Hakuba." Kaito gave a quick nod of recognition, and then the apparition was gone.
"Goodnight…Kaito," Saguru whispered.
000
Saguru was chasing Kaito along the beach, the crashing waves licking at their legs.
All of a sudden, the thief turned on his boyfriend, slinging an arm around his waist and pulling him down into the sand.
The lovers began to playfully nip and affectionately nuzzle each other as the real Kuroba Kaito looked on from under the palm tree he was leaning against a little further up the shore.
The spirit sighed as he gazed in envy at the couple. He knew he would never know love like his dream counterpart, so it stung to see his other self so happy, crazy in love when he'd never have the chance to be. He'd missed his opportunity.
Kaito pushed off of the rough bark of the palm with a sigh and trudged through the sand to where the pair was cavorting like kittens.
The dream Kaito glared as he noticed the other brunette approaching. "You mind? We're busy," the thief spat as he possessively pinned his detective to the ground.
"Did you need something, Kuroba?" Saguru blushed, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the original phantom thief.
"Yeah, I did." Kaito turned back to the detective's hissing fantasy boyfriend. "Mind if I borrow your boy toy for a minute?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," the fake growled. "I don't share, and you know it."
"I'm sorry, Dove, but could you give us a moment?" Hakuba mediated.
Dream Kaito pouted for a minute before kissing his boyfriend deeply, full on the lips. "Don't cheat on me, Guru."
"I would never, Love," the detective swore.
Feeling reassured, Kaito gave his beloved another kiss and dismounted. He glared bullets at his rival as he walked away, muttering, "Make a move on him and you're dead…again."
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Saguru apologized as he straightened his swimming trunks and attempted to brush off some of the sand. "It must be rather awkward for you."
"It's cool." Kuroba shrugged, taking a seat on the beach beside his friend. "The dress was freaky, but you two are kind of cute…you know, if he didn't have my face. I guess it's a little bit like you're dating my younger twin brother." He sighed, resting his chin on his knees as he gazed out at the sunset.
"Is something wrong, Kuroba? You said you needed something?" Saguru asked tentatively.
Kaito nodded, biting his lip.
It could have just been the lighting, but Saguru could have sworn that his crush's eyes looked a little damp. He remained silent, though, letting the magician speak whenever he was ready.
"I just…I needed to talk to someone that…that would understand, you know?" Kaito choked as he began to tear up.
"I'm here. I'm listening," Hakuba assured, hesitantly placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder.
"I…I went to see A-Aoko, and—" He burst into tears, unable to get the rest out.
"Shh…It's okay," Saguru whispered, rubbing his hand in small circles on Kaito's back. "Let it out."
They sat there in relative silence for a good while.
Kaito's sobs progressively grew softer as Saguru continued to comfort him.
"When I went to visit A-Aoko," Kaito tried once more, voice only cracking slightly. "I realized what a mess I'd made of everything."
"What do you mean?" Saguru quietly inquired, still rubbing diligently.
"I've screwed everything up—my entire life. I've hurt so many people, including myself, and for what? Some stupid rock that may or may not exist!" Kaito spat bitterly. "Don't get me wrong; being a superhero and saving the world is noble and everything, but dying for the common good sucks. I'm seventeen, for crying out loud, and now I'm dead—dead before I even got a chance to live!"
Saguru wrapped his arms around the other teen as Kaito started to cry again.
"G-God this sucks!" Kaito buried his face in the crook of Saguru's neck.
"I was gonna do stuff, you know," the phantom started again a while later, this time softer. "I was gonna be a world-class magician like my dad. I was gonna grow up and marry Aoko and have three kids—two boys and one girl…. Now she's gonna grow up without me…forget about me and marry some other guy. Everyone's gonna get older, move on with their lives, and forget..."
"No one's going to forget about you, Kuroba," Hakuba assured authoritatively. "Your fangirls—both Kid's and Kuroba's—will be mourning for years to come, and our classmates and teachers will feel off without you around. Your friends will always feel your absence, and your family will never forget you. I will never forget you, Kuroba, and neither will Aoko-kun. You are loved by so many people, Kuroba, it would be virtually impossible for everyone to forget."
Kaito sighed, letting his weight rest against the detective. "Still…what's gonna become of me now?"
"That depends, I think, on what you believe. Half of my family says you go to Heaven, if you've been good—and you have been good, Kuroba, trust me. The other half says that you're reborn again and again until you reach enlightenment. Do you feel enlightened, Kuroba?"
"No. I feel very, very stupid at the moment," the magician mumbled.
"Then take your pick: Heaven or reincarnation."
"Do you think my karma's good enough to get reborn as a normal person this time? I must have been bad before because this whole life of tragedy, world saving, and untimely demise kind of sucked," Kaito sighed as he lifted his head.
"Your life wasn't so terrible," Saguru replied. "Think of all the good things you had: friends, intelligence, family…Kuroba, you were truly and deeply loved. There are some people that yearn for that more than anything."
"You mean…you?" Kaito picked up from the tone in his companion's voice.
Saguru nodded.
"Your family? Parents?"
Saguru shook his head.
"But…Baaya loves you," Kaito argued.
"Yes. Very much, and I know that, but…sometimes I think having a couple more people that care might be nice," the detective sighed.
"I care," Kaito mumbled shyly. "Platonically, of course, but…since I died, you've become one of the best friends I've ever had. I'm really sorry that I made your life hell for so long."
"Don't worry about it," Saguru whispered, tilting his crush's chin up. "You're wonderful."
"H-Hey, d-don't go all gay on me," Kaito stuttered, getting a little flustered due to the gleam in those goldenrod eyes.
Saguru took his thumb and gently wiped away the remnants of Kaito's tears. "God, I hope reincarnation exists. I sooo want another crack at you."
And while Kaito was too stunned to react, Saguru leaned in and stole a kiss—Kaito's first.
It felt a little like being electrocuted, only on a smaller scale. The vibrations pleasantly pulsed through his body, and so, out of shear curiosity, he gave in and kissed back a little, experimentally.
Though, as soon as their lips parted, it was an entirely different story.
His senses came back to him, and he pushed away, shrieking (in a manly way, of course), "Hakuba, I don't like you like—I was just curious, but—We shouldn't be—"
"—Shh…I know." Saguru placed a finger on Kaito's lips in place of a kiss, cutting the magician off. "You were perfectly clear. I know, so don't worry. Just have a little fun with me, okay? We'll both feel better." He playfully nipped the underside of his beloved's jaw and chuckled in delight when he discovered that the real Kaito reacted the very same way his dream boyfriend did. "No strings attached." And then he took Kaito's lips once more.
There was a moment of panic before Kaito's brain short-circuited and he gave in to his more basic instincts.
It wasn't a bad thing, he reasoned. There was nothing wrong with it. Teens were supposed to go crazy and experiment and all that. It was normal, and this could possibly be his last chance to experience life and redeem himself. After all, he had already died a virgin.
Making out on the beach never hurt anyone, and, besides, it was only a dream.
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Mikau: It's supposed to be a TV set. Did anyone watch Nickelodeon as a kid? Anybody remember Face? For those of you that don't know, it was just the cartoon face on the screen that talked between shows. It turned colors and was rather amusing when I was five. I wonder if Nickelodeon still uses Face. Anyway, yeah. Today when I was visiting with my grandma, I asked her how old one of my cousins was, and she said that she didn't know. I asked her how old I was, and she said she didn't know. I asked her how old she thinks I look, and she said, seventeen. I get that a lot, actually. I don't know why. I've definitely got a woman's body, but I guess my face just looks young. My mom said it might be because I don't wear makeup. Well, thanks so much for tuning in. I hope to see you next week too. If you have a minute, I'd be grateful if you could send in your thoughts/comments/something so that I can get an idea of what I'm doing well/not so well. Thanks again guys, and have a wonderful week!