Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": In a moment of panic, Helga unknowingly ruined Arnold's plans of leaving Aaron alone to walk to Rhonda's party, by inviting Phoebe over. By doing so, naturally, Gerald would come to pick both girls up and suggested the two cousins to come along with him to pick them up. So much for picking up Helga on his own, Arnold thought.

Seeing Helga in that beautiful light pink gown left quite an impression on all three boys, but mostly Arnold who pulled her into her room and convinced her how beautiful she looked, earning a peck on the cheek.

Gerald, feeling bad about ruining Arnold's plans, suggests innocently that Helga should sit on the lap of someone, since there wasn't enough not room for all three people in the backseat of the car. To Arnold's luck, Helga of course chose his lap to sit on, and the trip to Rhonda's mansion begun.

Author's 1st note: Chapter 13! The dreaded number! :O Naw, I'm not even superstitious, but still xD Haha.

Chapter 13: "Save me a dance?"

"Well, here we are. Rhonda's mansion." Gerald said as he turned around a corner. He, Phoebe and Aaron all stretched their necks to look at it. "Whoa! This chick is loaded!" Aaron exclaimed and turned around to look at Helga. "Helga, you gotta see this!"

"Hell no, I've seen it before." Helga answered and crossed her arms. "Ever since moving into this freaking castle when we were thirteen, this girl's been taking any chance she got to show it off. Going to one of her parties or not, I've seen like a million pictures of it."

"You haven't seen the mansion like this, Helga." Arnold pointed out and twisted her a little. He pushed a button on the door behind her back, making the window roll down. "Try and look." He suggested and held his hand on her back. "I promise I won't let you fall out."

"Oh, brother. Oh, well, if it means that much to you…" Helga answered while rolling her eyes. She laid her hands on his arm, holding it around her stomach, and leaned her head out of the window. "But I really don't see how - Wow!"

"I know, right?" Arnold asked and made his grip on Helga tighter, since she was practically laying against the door at this point. Her eyes were big and filled with wonder as they drove closer to the huge building. "My god! Did that mansion get bigger?!"

"No, it just always seems that way. Look at all the lights, she's decorated it with."

"Rhonda didn't do shit herself. The beauty of that place is thanks to all the slaves that goes by the name of 'butlers'."

"Fair enough."

"Wait… are those… butlers coming to greet us or something?" Helga asked. Arnold's grip on her got tighter, as he leaned forward. She lifted her left arm, so she could put it behind his neck. That way there was room for him to look outside. "Hmm… yeah, looks like it." He answered and looked up at her with a smile. She glanced back at him with a smirk. "Sheesh, could she get anymore high and mighty?"

"Probably not." Arnold answered and leaned back into his seat. He noticed Helga started to look nervous. "You alright?" he asked. "I…" she started with a low voice and then got closer to his face, so she could whisper. "It's not like I care about what the princess thinks of me or if the butlers finds me rude or anything, but… I don't know. I still feel like I don't belong here."

"You kidding? You think any of us does?" Gerald asked as he looked at her in the rearview mirror. "This place looks like it only fits celebrities and royalties. When those butlers comes to greet us, one will park the car for me as the others escort us inside and calls us sir and ma'am. Oh, and in case you haven't noticed: There's also a red carpet."

"What?!" Helga shrieked and leaned back out the open window again. She narrowed her eyes and for the first time, she noticed the row of butlers waiting as a few people got out of a car in front of them. As Gerald said, one butler got the car keys as the others escorted the group inside. Narrowing her eyes a bit more, she could see it was Sid, Stinky and Harold.

"But… ugh…" Helga leaned back inside the car. "How can you all seem so calm then?" she asked. "Because it's a fraud." Phoebe answered. "Huh?" Helga mumbled and leaned towards her. "What do you mean?"

Phoebe turned around in her seat. "Rhonda's parents usually stay around for the party for the first hour or so, just to make sure that it's a banquet and not a teen party." She explained. "While they're there, we're all supposed to be on our best behavior, but as soon as they leave for whatever they're going to and the butlers will leave us to our party, Rhonda will lead us into the party room. That's when the real party begins."

Helga looked stunned to say the least. "I can't believe it." She leaned back against Arnold's chest. "Rhonda is a cunning, scheming, manipulative, defying-her-parents kind of girl…" she turned around to look at Arnold. "Tell me again, why do I hate her?"

Everyone in the car laughed at that, including Helga. "Because besides being all those things, she's also stuck-up?" Aaron suggested. She nodded. "Sounds just about right." She shook her head in amusement. "Man, this is gonna be one interesting evening."

After a few seconds, Helga thought of something. "Didn't you guys say that there's always alcohol at her parties?" she asked. The group nodded and mumbled their agreement – Except for Aaron of course, him being just as much like a virgin to this as Helga.

Helga sighed a bit. "But a real party hidden behind this fraud or not… I guess I won't expect to see any alcohol that's actually drinkable." She mumbled. "What kind did you have in mind?" Gerald asked with a mischievous smirk.

Helga noticed it immediately and smirked back. "Oh, I don't know… perhaps some rum and coke?" she wonder aloud, hoping she was right about the reason for Gerald's smirk, which got bigger at her answer. "You're in luck, Pataki, as a matter of fact I brought a Captain Morgan with me accompanied by a couple of coca cola bottles."

"Oh, Gerald!" Helga said with an over-the-top grateful voice. "I could kiss you for bringing Captain Morgan!"

Gerald laughed but shook his head. "My body may only be kissed by Phoebe." He said, which made Phoebe blush a bit. "But you can give my kiss to Arnold, since he's the one who paid for it anyway."

Arnold frowned a bit in confusion. Since when did I ever… but then it hit him. Oh! Gerald, again, you sneaky thing! He smiled a bit, as Helga turned around to eye him. "Really?" she asked skeptical. He shrugged, though he already knew the source of her suspicion. "You bought alcohol? And rum of all things? You hate that stuff."

"Now, Helga, that's not fair. I mean, just because I didn't like rum back when I was 14 years old doesn't mean my taste buds haven't matured since - " Arnold stopped talking when he noticed that Helga wasn't buying his explanation. "Ok, you're right, I hate it, but I know you like it."

"You… You actually remember I told you that?" Helga asked in wonder. Arnold smiled and nodded. Thank God, I told Gerald that yesterday. He thought in relief. Didn't expect him to actually go out and buy a bottle though. Guess he's trying to prove that he's still the best wingman ever.

"What's holding up that kiss, Pataki? You can't suddenly just change your mind just because it's not me who bought the bottle." Gerald said in an attempt at getting Helga to kiss Arnold. He didn't know that she'd already kissed him once that evening and he therefore didn't really need to try and push her to do it.

But Helga was sorta grateful for Gerald's pushiness, since it gave her an excuse to do it. "Ugh, fine." She said and rolled her eyes. She put her hands on Arnold's shoulders for leverage and kissed his cheek. The right one this time, opposite to the left one she kissed earlier.

Arnold felt a serious flutter around his heart and his stomach, while Helga leaned back, smiling at him. "Thank you for remembering such a small, insignificant thing." She complimented and turned to look towards the mansion again.

Arnold felt Aaron eyeing him next to them, but didn't want to ruin the moment by looking back at him. He simply kept looking at the back of Helga's hair, convincing himself that her heart was beating just as fast as his, not knowing how true it in fact was.

At this point Gerald finally made it to the row of butlers. Helga felt her heart get stuck in her throat while two of them were walking around the car to open the doors for her and Phoebe. She looked at Arnold in a panic. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Don't say anything. Just hold your head high and pretend to be better than them. It's what they're used to anyway." Arnold answered with a wink. Helga giggled appreciatively. She needed a joke like that to calm her nerves.

When Helga heard the door open behind her, she took a deep breath. Alright, Helga, old girl. Time to put on your best act. This is the dinner with Arnold, Phoebe and Gerald mixed with being Cecile plus that night with Rhonda's slumber party back in 4th grade. she thought with an encouraging voice, but then her face fell. It's the same thing all over again… and look how well all those memories went. Criminy!

When Arnold noticed the hesitant look in Helga's eyes, he got an idea. With a smile, he let his left arm sneak it's way beneath the hollow of her knees. "Arnold?" she asked. "Hold on tight." He requested and turned around in the seat. She quickly complied when she realized what he was doing.

Arnold put his feet firmly to the ground outside the car and stood up while holding Helga in his arms, like he did earlier down the stairs. "If you don't mind, good sir," he said with the most polite voice he could manage as he put Helga down to the ground. "then I'll escort this one."

The butler looked surprised for about a second, but then closed the car door and bowed to them, gesturing towards the mansion as a signal for them to join the party. Arnold bowed back gracefully and snug his arm around Helga's to start walking.

Helga sighed a bit in relief and bend down a little to whisper in Arnold's ear. "Thank you for that." she said and straightened her back again. "You're welcome. You seemed like you could use a nudge." He answered.

"You got that right. Unfortunately, I have a feeling it'll be like that all night."

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to nudge you all evening." Arnold observed with a fake sigh. Helga stuck her tongue out at him, not able to resist despite her surroundings. "Oh, my knight in shining armor." She said ironically. "Speaking of shining armor, with everything going on back there, then I didn't really get to say that… th-that you look quite good tonight yourself, Arnold."

Arnold, not expecting a sincere compliment all of a sudden, turned to her and smile as they walked behind the rest of the gang. "Thank you, Helga. I… didn't expect you to say that." he answered. "W-Well, even I can pay a compliment every once in a while when it's well deserved." Helga said. "B-Besides, you surprised me, football head. You guys said you went for tuxedos, yet you came in a white dress shirt and a vest."

"It doesn't look weird, does it?"

"No… No, it really suits you. Not that a tuxedo doesn't, but this…" Helga gestured towards him. "was a surprise… in the good way!" she explained and started rubbing at her neck a little. Why do I sound so unsure of something so obvious as Arnold being handsome? Is it really just because I'm not used to give him compliments?

Arnold didn't seem to mind Helga's stuttering though. "Thanks, Helga, that's kinda what I was going for."

"Going for?"

"Yeah, I mean… everyone's already seen me in a tuxedo too many times to count, so I figured something new would fit this evening."

"Something new? But it's just another Rhonda party. As far as I know, you've never missed a single one."

"Well, no, but… tonight you're here too, so… yeah, it's still a different evening."

"… R-Right…" Helga said a little shy, but then went right back to her usually tone of voice. "Since it means the world to you that I'm here and everything." She snorted and looked away. Really? I'm snorting now?

Arnold bit at his lower lip. "Actually, Helga, it does mean a - " he had been about to say that it did mean a lot to him that Helga was here tonight, when Rhonda's voice interrupted as she greeted Aaron in front of them. You're kidding… Arnold thought and sighed a little. I really do have the worst luck.

"Aaron, darling, so glad you could make it." Rhonda said and gave each of his cheeks a kiss. "I'm glad I was invited, Rhonda." Aaron answered and held his hand out to Helga. "And thank you for letting this lovely lady come along with me."

Before Helga could react, he pulled her out of Arnold's grasp and into his own. Rhonda's eyes went wide. "Helga?!" she asked in a ridiculous high-pitched voice. "Ow!" Helga exclaimed and held her ears, very much aware of the fact that would mean to let go of Aaron's hand. "Princess! Would you please keep the squealing like a pig to a minimum? In case you didn't know, my ears can still hear despite the big, blonde hair I have for the evening."

Rhonda frowned a bit. "Yeah, that's definitely Helga beneath… wow." She said as she was once again stunned at how Helga looked. She walked around her in a circle to eye her completely. "What? Are you a vulture looking for mistakes now?" Helga asked and crossed her arms.

"Uh, no, just…" Rhonda stopped in front of Helga and smiled just a little bit. "I never thought you'd be able to pull off such a look. I'm… frankly I'm impressed." She admitted with a dignified voice.

Helga went completely into a state of shock. She turned to look at Arnold, who was standing just a little behind her. "Did Rhonda-Lloyd just give me a compliment?" she asked in disbelief. He smiled and nodded, despite his sour mood at being not only interrupted, but having Helga pulled away from him like that.

"Huh," Helga crossed her arms with a proud smirk. "wonders never cease." She observed. Rhonda rolled her eyes at that. "Beautiful dress or not, you're still Helga Pataki under all that." she stated. "And don't you forget it!" Helga chimed in with a big smile.

"Please tell me you're planning to behave?"

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Helga…"

"I got it. I got it. I'll drop the idea about making a concert with armpit farts." Helga answered and started walking into the mansion. "Helga!" Rhonda called after her in horror. "You better mean that! I'm expecting you to be on your best behavior! If you ruin this evening, I'll… I'll never forgive you!"

"Oh!" Helga exclaimed in mock shock and turned around. She started shaking her dress with her hands. "I'm trembling with fear in my Nancy Spumoni gown!" She then turned around and caught up with Phoebe and Gerald, who had found Eugene and Sheena.

Rhonda's eyes went even bigger. "Nancy Spumoni?! That girl went and bought a Nancy Spumoni gown?!" she asked in disbelief but then just shook her head. "Aaron, please just… make sure she really doesn't do any armpit farts. There'll be people from other schools, and I… I need to keep greeting the guests. Besides, if my parents catches her, they'll start questioning the school I'm attending."

"Yes, ma'am." Aaron answered with a charming smile and started walking towards the gang.

"Oh, good evening, Arnold." Rhonda said as she noticed him. He rolled his eyes and greeted her back. "Hello, Rhonda. Nice party. I've been looking forward to it as always. If you'll excuse me."

As Arnold started to walk, Rhonda called for him. "Arnold!" he turned around. "I'm also counting on you to keep Helga on a leash. I'll kick all of you out, if she misbehaves while my parents are still here."

Arnold just gave a polite smile and a nod before continuing his walk towards the group. He quickly scanned the area. There were so many people around that if it wasn't because he'd been able to recognize Helga anywhere, he'd already been lost.

Arnold managed to sneak into this little circle they had created and even managed to squeeze in between Helga and Aaron, much to the obvious annoyance of Aaron. "You really do look very beautiful, Helga." Sheena said, her voice indicating the ever-present honesty.

"Th-Thank you, Sheena. You look beautiful too." Helga answered and pulled a lock behind her hair. Sheena beamed at the compliment. "Thanks a lot, Helga!" she answered appreciatively.

"Speaking of you, Helga," Aaron leaned in front of Arnold to get closer to her. "can I talk with you for a second?" he asked. Helga hesitated, but then nodded. I knew it. She thought as he took her hand. He's gonna give me some sort of… mission or whatever. Attending the party isn't enough. Rotten bastard.

Arnold's scowl got deeper, while Aaron pulled Helga away from the group. He eyed them over his shoulder and while Helga wasn't looking, Aaron glanced over his shoulder at Arnold and winked confidently. Arnold felt a serious snarl escape his throat and turned around so he didn't have to look at them.

"Alright, bucko, what's the plan?" Helga asked and pulled her arm out of Aaron's grasp. "Firstly to tell you, that you really do look beautiful." He answered with a smile.

"That doesn't mean anything to me coming from you."

Aaron snickered in shock. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Helga repeated and rolled her eyes. "Because one, you don't mean anything to me, so why should your words mean anything? Two, you bought the damn thing! You kinda have to think I look beautiful in this dress."

"I don't have to do anything… but with that attitude of yours, I think you just might have to." Aaron said with a bit of an edge to his voice. Helga crossed her arms in a childish way. "As if all you wanted from me this evening was to show up. Hell no. I expected this from the beginning."

"Fine, but my demands may surprise you."

"… Bring it on." Helga answered while gritting her teeth. Aaron smirked and gestured for her to come closer. With a roll of her eyes she complied. He started whispering in her ear. As she heard his requests, she frowned in confusion. "Really?" she asked and straightened her back again. "That's all you want me to do?"

"That's all, and no surprises later tonight or anything either."

"… You're bluffing. What's the catch?"

"No catch. No surprises. No nothing. Just do exactly that and I'm satisfied… for tonight." Aaron answered and held his arm out to Helga. She eyed it for a second, before smirking at him. "You didn't request I had to be nice to you." She reminded him and then strutted towards the gang.

Aaron shook his head in amusement. You never cease to amaze me, Helga. He thought and then followed her. You are probably the biggest surprise in my life. Never thought girls like you seriously existed. Too bad you're this hung up on Arnold.

Helga had no problems doing as Aaron had requested: Being nice. She'd already planned to try and behave through this evening. Thanks to a pep talk from Phoebe earlier, she was determined to have fun, be herself but also be the best parts of herself. At least the parts someone like Rhonda appreciated.

Helga was standing with the whole gang this time. Not just Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe and Aaron. At this point, Nadine, Sid, Stinky, Harold, Curly and Lila had all joined them. The doors had been closed and every guest had arrived.

"Would any of you care for some champagne?" a butler asked behind Helga. For a second, she'd been about to turn around and yell: "Hell yes!" with her voice volume as high as it could get. Then she reminded herself of the solemn vow and just turned around elegantly. "Why, thank you."

Helga took a glass of champagne in her hand and gestured to the others. "Anyone else want some?" she asked. Some looked surprised, others looked baffled, Arnold just smiled. "Yes, please." He said and took ahold of a champagne glass.

When the group had gotten their champagne glasses, Harold was the one to question Helga's behavior. "I didn't know you could say nice things, Helga. The dress is a surprise itself, but that act could almost give you an Oscar!"

Helga pursed her lips in a duck-face and flipped her long hair. "Why, Mr. Berman, I don't know what you're talking about." She said in a dignified voice and kept flipping her hair as the group laughed. She then put her hand to her hip. "Naw, I just figured it might be a hoot to try and act like this every once in a while. Maybe my Rhonda impressions will be even better then."

The group laughed again as Helga sipped her champagne. "M-Mother, I must warn you." A nervous voice said not too far away from them. They turned to glance in the direction of the voice belonging to Rhonda, as she and her mother was on their way over.

"Helga isn't like every other girl in my school, I swear. She just… has courage of her convictions. And those are some bad convictions… And who can blame her with those parents? The only one remotely decent in her family is her big sister Olga."

Helga turned around and snarled into the middle of the group. "Why, that skinny, stuck-up, arrogant, self-centered, wannabe French, poodle walking, Barbie clothes wearing, 'look at me, I'm pretty', daughter of a - "

"Helga, dear." Rhonda said behind Helga with an over the top cheerful voice. Helga turned around wearing the biggest toothpaste smile. "Rhonda, darling." She answered and to everyone's surprise, kissed her on both cheeks. "How are you?"

"Uh… I-I'm just fine, Helga. Thank you for asking." Rhonda answered beyond baffled. Arnold had to try very hard not to laugh at the shocked expressions from everyone. "I just wanted you all to meet my mother, Brooke Lloyd." Rhonda continued and gestured to the woman beside her. "Good evening, everyone. How are you?"

The gang answered politely, while Helga decided to step it up a notch. "Thank you for asking, Mrs. Lloyd. I'm sure I can answer on the behalf of all my friends that we are delighted to be here tonight. And if you don't mind my saying so, then this banquet is just exquisite."

Brooke Lloyd blinked for a second – as did her daughter – but then smiled broadly. "Why, thank you, my dear. How nice it is to meet such a charming young lady." She said and then turned to whisper at her daughter. "I thought you said she was rude?"

Rhonda turned back at her. "She usually is!" she answered, not caring if anyone heard her. Mrs. Lloyd frowned a bit. "Perhaps you could learn something from Ms. Helga Pataki." She said and gestured to Helga. "What a wonderful idea!" Helga answered and smirked at Rhonda. "I'd be delighted to."

Rhonda was just plain stunned. "I'll try and find your father, Rhonda. We'll be leaving in a few minutes. Enjoy the evening, everyone. And, Helga, it was a pleasure to meet you." She said and held her hand out to her. Helga took it gracefully and curtsied just a bit. "The pleasure was all mine." She answered and then started smirking gleefully. "Believe me."

As soon as Brooke Lloyd was out of hearing range, the whole gang laughed, the exception of Helga and Rhonda. "So, Rhonda," Helga said and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "when will it fit into your schedule that we start these lessons in ladylike manners?"

The whole gang started laughing again, Helga joining in this time. Rhonda just looked at her with her permanent stunned expression. "What are you trying to pull?" she asked. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Helga answered and sipped from her champagne. "You told me to be on my best behavior." She gestured to herself. "This is my best behavior."

"If this is your best behavior, then why can't you just act like that all the time?" Rhonda asked in slight anger, but still mostly stunned. "Because, Ms. Rhonda Wellington Lloyd," Helga started with an amused voice. "that's not who I - "

" - who she is." Arnold chimed in as if an echo of Helga's words. "She's mean and nasty and insensitive. That's just who she is. That's what makes her special."

They all turned to look at him in surprise. "Uh, right." Helga said with a small smile and crossed her arms. "What he said." I can't believe he remembered the exact words I said after the whole IT girl fiasco.

"But she can also be sophisticated, considerate, kind-hearted and caring." Arnold added. This took Helga a bit by surprise. "When have I ever been sophisticated?" she asked. She already knew what he would say, if she asked about any of the other things. They'd had a similar conversation back when they were eleven in San Lorenzo.

"You were sophisticated when you, Gerald, Phoebe and I went to Chez Paris."

Helga laughed loudly for one second. "Yeah, because doing dishes to pay for your meal is so very sophisticated." She pointed out in a sarcastic voice. He smirked and leaned a little closer. "You do ballet." He whispered.

Helga felt her brain glitch for a second. "I do what?!" she shouted in shock and almost jumped back into Aaron's arms. He tried to steady her with her arms in his hands, but she shook him off. "How… H-How do you know that?"

"Remember back when we did the school paper? How you decided to try and make your own and photoshopped a picture of me kissing a tree in it, claiming I was in love with it?"

"Uh… uh-huh."

"Well, Gerald managed to pay someone to get some pictures of you we could print into the newspaper, without my consent of course since we obviously never did it, and that's when I found out."

Helga felt like screaming. "Who took such a picture of me?!" she asked. "Uh…" Arnold started but then shut his lips. "Why does that matter?" he asked. She lifted her hands and made a strangling gesture. "Because I wanna choke the person for stalking me like that!"

Sid, standing not too far away, panicked immediately. "Please don't kill me!" he shouted and stepped back. "You little twerp!" Helga yelled and reached out for him. He screamed and started running away. To everyone's wonder, she didn't follow him but just sighed angrily. So Aaron blackmailing me could've been my second blackmail… I really need to have less secrets.

"I thought you wanted to choke him?" Nadine asked with a cocked eyebrow. Helga sighed, crossed her arms and nodded. "Trust me, I do and I will, but not tonight." Her eyes turned dark. "But prepare for him to show up all blue on Tuesday after I beat him up Monday."

"Well, we are ready to depart now, Rhonda, my dear." A male voice said next to them. "Oh, very well, father. I hope you and mother have a lovely evening." Rhonda answered and gave a brief hug to her father. "You too, my dear. Have fun." He answered and waved at the gang, who waved back.

"Shall we retire for now, Ms. Lloyd?" a butler asked in a polite voice. "Yes, that will be all for now. I will call you, if I need you. Please rest for the night." She answered and waved him off. "Have a lovely evening, Ms. Lloyd." He said and then took his leave.

When Rhonda's parents and butlers were fully gone, she took out a whistle from her pocket and blew in it. She gained everyone's attention immediately, since everyone knew what was going to happen now. "Alright, everybody! Follow me, so the party can begin!"

With everyone cheering in her wake, Rhonda started to walk up the stairs. Helga stuck close to Arnold, and he made sure to keep her close. Not just because he wanted her there, but also to make sure Aaron didn't snatch her away again like earlier.

As the huge amount of teenagers emerged into the hallway, Rhonda took out a key and opened the room in front of her. "Are you guys ready to party?!" she screamed and opened the door. Helga, Arnold and co. were the first ones to get in, and Helga almost dropped her chin to the ground at the sight. "Does she own her own private night club or something?!"

"Pretty close." Arnold answered and laid his hand on her waist. "Save me a dance?" he asked with a slight smirk. Helga giggled and took his hand. "I'll dance with you all night, if you want me to!" she answered.

Arnold was practically beaming at that answer. "Careful, what you promise me, Helga," he said and swung her around into a dance position. "I just might take you up on it."

Author's 2nd note: So! The party's started! In case you're not sure: Yeah, Aaron did simply ask Helga to be nice, have a good time and all that. He figured the party itself was punishment enough for now xD Especially since he's got worse things planned ahead :P

Well, what do you know, I DID remember to say this again: I'll be having a friend over from Tuesday to Thursday which means NO writing for me! Boohoo! xD Naw, I'm sorry, I've missed this girl so much and the last time we saw each other was at her surprise party around a month ago, and before that we hadn't seen each other in three years O.o So please forgive me for going on a hiatus! (or whatever it's called xD) I probably won't be able to upload chapter 14 until Friday… since as soon as she leaves at 16:30, I'll be going to a theory in driving lesson, so I won't be home until late then xD Friday it is! :P