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Author's Note: Since this is AU there are no spoilers. And just to let you all know this piece of work is being beta'd by the lovely Megan Mirs who is taking time to turn these words into a masterpiece. She is a beta pro. Awesome.

Chapter Six- Living it Up on Cloud Nine

"Please try not to make out in front of me. I'm nauseous enough as is."

"We're not going to kiss anywhere near the school's premises, so you don't have to worry," Danny informed Catherine with a frown as she sat down next to him and Steve. It was Monday morning before classes and the two teenage boys were sitting outside in the courtyard going over their English homework when Catherine came over to them.

"Aw Danny, not even a little peck on the cheek in between classes," pouted Steve playfully, bumping their shoulders together.

"No, not if you want me to make it to the fourth period alive."

"What does that mean?" asked Steve confused.

Setting down his pen, he turned to Steve with a raised brow. "Really," he frowned incredulously at Steve. "If word gets out about us, I will immediately become the haole who seduced the captain of the football team with my wily Jersian ways."

Catherine leaned closer to Danny and smiled seductively. "I don't know why, but that sounds naughty and hot," she replied causing Steve to release a loud snort.

Danny frowned once more as he picked up his pen and continued going over his homework. "You guys are perverts."

It was Catherine's turn to release a snort. "Whatever, I'm just happy you both got your heads out of your asses and finally admitted the truth."

"Yeah, no thanks to you," replied Steve.

"Hey! I played an intricate part in hooking you two up. In fact, you owe me for my services."

Steve scoffed at his best friend's accusation. "Seriously?"

"You're grateful for my services aren't you Danny?"

"Yes I am, and for them, how about I get you a forty dollar gift card to Old Navy and you can consider our debt paid in full?"

"Sounds promising."

"Really Danno, we've been together three days and you're already buying someone else gifts."

"You heard her McGarrett, she was intricate in us getting together since you were to chicken to come up with a plan yourself. We are completely in her debt. Maybe you should go halves with me on the gift card, that way you don't feel so jealous."

"Or perhaps you should just double it."

"You're pushing it Rollins."

"Girl's gotta try," she smiled happily at the prospect of getting a gift card to one of her favorite stores when the first bell rung. "Well, see you later boys."

"Bye Cath," Danny and Steve replied simultaneously as she got up and walked away, heading inside the building.

"So Danny, will it be okay if I walk you to class and maybe sit next to you," Steve whispered in Danny's ear playfully. "I promise if you say yes I'll make it worth your while later on."

"You're such a moron McGarrett," chuckled Danny, slipping his book into his bag and standing up. "But I suppose with that kind of incentive, I would be a fool to turn down any of those things."

Steve laughed and stood up, the two of them making their way to Denning's class, walking as close as possible.

The day flew by fast for Danny and although he was sad that he wouldn't be spending any more time with Steve until the next day, he was happy to finally be home. That was until he walked through the door and caught sight of his Aunt Claire. He desperately hoped that she didn't want to talk to him.

"May I have a word with you Daniel?"

'Hope dashed,' he thought to himself as he walked over to his aunt. "What can I do for you Aunt Claire?" asked Danny politely as possible, even though he was somewhat confused as to why she wanted to speak with him. Yes, he and his family were currently living in her home and they were related, but his aunt never conversed with any of the children outside of the dinner table.

Claire motioned for Danny to follow her and the two of them made their way to the sitting room. She waited until they were both seated before she began speaking again. "Well as you know I am well known in the community for my services to various charities and organizations. This Friday night a gala will be held in not only in my honor, but a few others as well."

"That sounds great."

"It is nice to be honored, but that's not why I'm telling you this," she stated. "An associate of my mine has been invited to go, but fears she will not be able to attend because that is the weekend her granddaughter will be visiting from England on school holiday. She doesn't want to leave her alone and feels that a party such as this will only bore her. I suggested that perhaps you can be her granddaughter's date to the gala, seeing as how you're around the same age. I'm sure with you there, she'll have an excellent time."

Danny frowned. "Wait, you're saying you suggested I be her date, but from your tone makes me feels as though I have no choice in the matter."

"Honestly Daniel," scoffed Claire. "You're acting as though this is some sinister plot to commit a heinous crime. Need I remind you that you are living in my home for free and all I'm asking in return is that you accompany an acquaintance's granddaughter to a party honoring me. Is that really too much to ask?"

"No, it's just...I had plans to go out that night with my friends from school."

Claire shook her head disappointedly at her nephew and frowned. "Daniel, the people attending this gala are very influential in this community. Make a good impression now, rub a few shoulders, and who knows what they will do for you in return. You'll be going to college soon right? One word from them and you'll find yourself in places you never thought you'd go. Doors will be opened, all for you."

"That's not how I want to live my life," spat Danny disgustedly. He couldn't believe Claire was actually telling him to make nice with people he didn't know just because they had money. He started to wonder if this is what his father had to go through when he was younger. "I don't want to suck up to people to get ahead."

"Well that may be true, but I already told your mother that I require your assistance Friday night and she has already agreed," she frowned once more as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt. "Make sure you come straight home tomorrow after school to be fitted for your tux."

"Seriously, I have to wear a tuxedo?"

"Of course you do. While you are at this party you will be representing me and I refuse to let you walk in looking like something the cat dragged in," she finished with a huff as she turned and left the room.

"Well isn't this delightful," sighed Danny to himself as he shook his head sadly and made his way out of the sitting area and towards his room. Now, not only did he have to cancel plans with his boyfriend, but he had to spend the entire evening in a tuxedo. The week was really taking a turn for the worse.

As soon as he walked into his room, he threw his bag on the bed and pulled out his phone to call Steve, who answered on the first ring.

"Miss me already Danno," Steve teased on the other end. "It's only been a few hours.

Danny let out a huff. "You're not going to stop with the Danno thing are you?"

"When I call you Danno, it's a term of endearment."

"Okay then babe, do it every day, I like it."

"Babe."

"Yeah, it's a term of endearment."

Steve was quiet for a few seconds before he replied back happily. "I like it."

"So babe," began Danny with another sigh. "There's a reason I called and no it's not because I missed you."

"Okay."

"I know we had plans for Friday night, but I have to cancel. Aunt Claire has decided that my free time is better spent escorting her rich friend's granddaughter to a party that night."

"What, like a date?" Steve asked somewhat suspiciously.

"No, not like a date," Danny replied quickly, shaking his head. "Well, not a real date anyways. Just a bunch of stuffy rich people honoring themselves with overpriced chicken dinners and champagne," he explained. "Did I tell you the worst part? I have to wear a tuxedo." When Steve didn't say anything, Danny started to worry that his boyfriend was upset he had to cancel their plans. "Babe, I wish I could get out of it, but I can't. My mom already agreed, but I have a feeling that Claire twisted her with a guilt trip in order to get her to say yes."

Steve chuckled. "Danny, I'm not mad," he insisted

"Then why aren't you saying anything?"

"Just imagining what you will look like in a tuxedo. You're hot."

"Please, I probably look like a waiter. Now you, you would look gorgeous in a tux."

"Well if you're a waiter, then feel free to serve me anytime," Steve whispered the cheesy line seductively through the phone.

"Oh my god you're such a moron," laughed Danny, running a hand over his face to hide his grin. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah. I mean, does it suck our plans got canceled? Yeah, but there's nothing you can do about it. We can just reschedule. How does Saturday night sound?"

"Ugh can't," growled Danny into the phone. "My mom wants us all to go out to dinner as a family and 'connect'. It's pretty much mandatory."

"Sunday?"

"You know, Sunday's perfect."

"Good."

"Well, I got to go. Homework to do and whatnot. Call ya later."

"You better."

The week passed by quickly with Steve and Danny spending as much time together as they could. Instead of eating in the cafeteria, they choose to meet in the library. They promised to keep the relationship between them a secret, for various reasons, but found it hard to spend time apart; especially when they had two classes plus lunch together. Before either boy knew it, it was the Friday night of the gala.

"I look ridiculous," moaned Danny as he fiddled with the tie to his tuxedo one more time.

"I think you look very handsome."

"You have to say that because you're my mom. You're supposed to be bias," he stated, rolling his eyes.

Biting her lip, she turned her head to the side before shaking it. "Well...still doesn't make it any less true. Now hold still."

Danny had a chance to protest. His mother was standing in front of him with a camera in her hand and snapping a picture. "Seriously?"

"What did you expect Danny? She's a mom and they always like to take pictures," Matthew teased from behind Danny.

"Not when I'm dressed up like this she shouldn't."

Evelyn let out a scoff. "I am standing right here you know," she said, crossing her arms.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I think you're right about looking ridiculous," snickered Matt, running away before Danny had a chance to retaliate

"Don't listen to him Daniel, you look wonderful," laughed Evelyn as she went back to straitening her son's tie.

"Why did you agree to this again?" huffed Danny.

"I don't know. Your aunt really seemed to be in a bind and I thought it would be a nice bonding experience for the two of you."

"It would be, if she didn't hate me."

"She doesn't hate you Daniel, she just doesn't know you. I fully believe that once she gets to know the real you, she is going to seem less like an evil witch and more like family."

"If you say so."

"I do. Now let's get you downstairs. Claire informed me the driver should be here soon to take you to the party." With a one final tug, she gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the room and going to her own.

Mumbling, Danny made his way downstairs to wait for Claire when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He didn't even have to look at the screen to know who was calling him. "Yes Steven," he smirked as he answered.

"I was right, you look hot"

"Do I even want to know what you mean by that?"

"Your sister sent me a picture of you. Don't know how she got my number, but I am so glad she did."

"Probably swiped it from my phone when I wasn't looking," growled Danny through clenched teeth before frowning slightly as he looked down at his attire. "Are you sure I don't look stupid?"

Steve snorted loudly. "Babe, there is nothing stupid about the way you look. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I was going to that party with you, we would never make it out of the car. Hell, we probably wouldn't make it out of the driveway," he teased.

"Probably not," chuckled Danny softly. He let out a displeased sigh as Claire walked into the room, her eyes immediately falling on him. "Look babe, I have to go."

Steve let out a disappointed sigh. "Okay, don't forget to call me. I don't care about the time, just do it when you get back home."

"I will, I promise," Danny stated before hanging up and slipping his phone back in his pocket before she could make it all the way over to him.

"Important call?"

"Yeah, it was to me," replied Danny defensively.

"No need to be brash Daniel, it was simply a question," she replied haughtily with narrow eyes. "I do hope that tonight you will be on your best behavior and do try to make a good impression. Leila Morrison is a good friend of my mine and I don't want her or her granddaughter thinking badly of you."

"No, we wouldn't want that at all," he replied in a mocking tone.

Claire didn't say anything else as she turned on her heel and made her way out of the door with an unhappy Danny trailing behind her.

Steve hung up the phone with a sigh as he placed it on the counter before opening up the refrigerator. Before Danny had to cancel, Steve had planned on taking Danny to a local hangout. A mini-golf course that also housed an arcade and perhaps served some of the best nachos Steve had ever eaten. Now he had nothing to do except watch T.V or do homework as he silently wished for Sunday to arrive. He looked up just in time to hear the front door open and his dad walk in. "Hey dad," he called out as he swiped a bottle of water from the fridge and closed it.

"Hey son," replied his father John as he walked into the kitchen. "What are you doing home on a Friday night?"

"Don't have any plans sir," Steve replied, taking a sip from the bottle. "All my friends have somewhere else to be."

"Where's your mom and sister?"

"Mom and Mare aren't here. Mom decided to declare a girls night and dragged a reluctant Mary to the mall to hang out. She suggested we do the same, but told me not to pester you if you were too tired."

"We could, if you wanted," shrugged John with one shoulder as he grabbed his own bottle of water from the fridge. "I finally got spark-plugs for the Marquis and they're just itching to be installed."

Steve looked up at his father excitedly. "I'll go change."

"Good, me too."

When Steve came back downstairs he made his way to the garage where his father was waiting for him, the box of spark-plugs in his hands. It had been a while since Steve worked on his father's beloved car and he was itching to get back under the hood. Besides the hikes they occasionally took, this was one of the activities Steve enjoyed doing with his dad. He had just finished grabbing a wrench out of the tool box when his father took it out of his hands and rested it on the engine.

"You mind if we have chit chat for a bit."

Steve gave his father a nod. "About what sir?"

"I don't know. Is there anything in particular you would like to tell me Steve? Something you've been hiding from your mom and me."

"Am I in trouble?" asked Steve nervously.

"Have you done anything wrong?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then no, you're not in trouble," John replied curtly, leaning against the workbench and folding his arms across his chest. He had known for a while there was something going on with his son, but didn't say anything because he wanted Steve to come to him first. He waited for Steve to respond, but when his son continued to stand there without saying a word, his patience wore thin. "Let's just cut the bullshit so you can explain why you never told your mom and me that you like boys," he stated outright. John bit his lip when he noticed Steve's body immediately become tense.

"I don't know what you're talking about sir," Steve replied, his voice and shoulders completely tense.

"Steven, what have I told you about lying to me?"

"That it's not tolerated in this house," responded Steve as he repeated the line he heard from his father countless times.

"Then why are you lying to me right now?" Walking over to Steve, he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gestured for his son to look at him. "Look," he began. "I know you probably didn't tell us, me in particular, because you were scared I would do something rash like throw you out of the house, but I need to let you know that it's okay."

"Sir-"

"I know I may not be the best dad in the world. Because of my job, sometimes I'm hardly around as much as I would like to be, but I want you to know that you can always come to me about anything. You understand what I'm saying here kid?"

Steve let his body relax as he let out a deep shaky breath. He couldn't believe that after years of hiding his true self from his parents, his dad was telling him it was okay and that he didn't have to lie about it anymore. A small smile graced his face as he looked into his dad's eyes. "Yes sir," he replied softly.

"Good," smiled Jack, patting Steve softly on the back.

"Hey dad," Steve called out before his father had a chance to turn around.

"Yeah Steve?"

Letting out a nervous breath, he gave his dad a weak smile. "How did you figure it out-that I'm not interested in girls? How did you know?"

Jack raised his hand to his head. "Well," he began, scratching his head lightly. "I guess you could say around the time you started dated Catherine. You two seemed close, but you always had a vacant look in your eye whenever the two of you were together. It was almost as if you believed you were missing something. And," he continued. "When you two broke up, you seemed completely okay with everything, even though she was your first real girlfriend. I guess it took a while for you to figure out what exactly that was. Not to mention you never really talk about girls like a normal teenage boy. It wasn't that hard to put the facts together," he finished with a soft chuckle as he crossed his arms once more.

Steve was still in shock that his parents not only knew he was gay, but his dad was accepting it. A part of him still had a hard time believing it. "So you're really okay, with me being gay?" he asked curiously. "You don't hate me?"

"I'm not gonna lie and say when you were born this is the path I wanted for you, but this is who you are and I can't hate you for that. You're my son, I'm always gonna love you, no matter what. Besides, your momma would kick my ass all the way back to the mainland if I ever thought of harming you in any way."

This caused Steve to laugh loudly. "Mom can be pretty scary."

"Who do you think has been keeping me in line all these years," chuckled John as he reached out to ruffle Steve's hair. "So, when are you gonna invite Danny over so we can meet your boyfriend properly?"

Could he keep nothing from his father? "You know about Danny," he asked surprised, his eyes wide with shock for the second time that evening.

Jack continued to grin. He was happy to know that Steve was happy, that's all he wanted for his son. "How can I not? Every time you talk about him, your face lights up like a damn Christmas tree. It's been even worse this past week, which led me to the conclusion you two finally made it official."

'Yeah we did, last Friday," Steve replied, a light and embarrassing blush covering his cheeks.

"Well, from what you told us, he sounds like a good kid. I, for one, wouldn't mind meeting him and seeing what he's all about. You make sure you invite him over for dinner one day next week."

Steve gave his father an excited nod. "Okay," he grinned happily.

"Good," stated Jack as he turned back around and focused his attention on the car. "Now, hand me those pliers."

The music was awful, as well as the food and the people, and Danny had to bite his tongue to keep from swearing at the rich old people who continuously pestered him during the gala. It was bad enough he had to spend his time there instead of with his boyfriend, but his aunt had insisted on telling everyone a bunch of lies about him. Including how he was being groomed to take over his grandfather's company after he graduated college. Danny had never wanted to tell anyone to fuck off as much as he did to his aunt Claire.

After finally excusing himself from yet another conversation involving his grandfather and his business, he made his way outside and let out a tired sigh as he leaned over the railing.

"Fag?"

Danny turned around to see someone else he had spent the entire night trying to avoid; the girl Claire tried to set him up with. Rachel Morrison, the daughter of James Morrison II, who was apparently one of the biggest land developers in Europe with more money than necessary. Rachel was a very beautiful girl, her long brown hair twisted into a very elegant bun, and her neck, wrist, and ears dripping in diamonds, all the while wearing a dress that no doubt was expensive and accentuating all the right parts of her body. If Danny was straight and superficial, he could definitely see himself having a relationship with Rachel. Thankfully for him he was gay and had a boyfriend named Steve, so he didn't have to associate himself with people like her. "Excuse me," he sneered at the brunette, turning around slightly. "What did you say to me?"

"Oh sorry, I meant cigarette. I always tend to forget I'm not in Britain and need to use correct Americanisms when I speak." she replied back, smiling embarrassingly as she slipped her own cigarette from her mouth. Reaching down, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her clutch and held them out towards Danny. "You look like you could use one."

"That's okay," declined Danny with a wave of his hand. "I don't smoke."

Shrugging, Rachel put the pack of cigarettes back into her clutch. "Maybe you should start. You seemed way too stressed for someone of only sixteen. Well either that or have a good lay."

Danny threw her a playful smirk. This was definitely not the type of conversation she was insisting upon earlier when they were inside. For a moment he wondered if Rachel was anything like the people they were surrounded by. "You know, when Claire mentioned I would spend my evening with a nice British girl, I did not picture our conversation going anything like this. Aren't you supposed to be shy and reserved," he teased, bumping her with his shoulder.

She bumped back, still smiling. "What can I say? We can't all be Princess Diana's now can we? Besides," she suddenly frowned. "I want to be here almost as much as you want to be kicked in your private parts, which means not at all. I'm only here so my grandmother can show me off to all her snotty friends. That and she didn't want to come home to a destroyed house like she did last time," she told him.

"Do I even want to know?" asked Danny, eyebrow raised accusingly.

"What," Rachel quipped, giggling softly as she let out another puff of smoke. "It's not my fault the people I invited over turned out to be dumb arse wankers who couldn't handle their liquor and in the process destroyed a crystal vase worth twenty thousand dollars."

"Seriously? Twenty thousand dollars for a vase?"

Rolling her eyes, she let out another puff. "Oh don't look so scandalized. My father bought her a new one to replace the one that got smashed and it didn't even come out of my monthly allowance," she finished with a proud grin.

"It must be nice to be an heiress."

"It has its advantages. Anyways, are you going to tell me why you're standing out here all by yourself?"

"I just needed to get away. No offense or anything, but the people inside are not exactly who I want to associate myself with, especially if they like to listen to the lies given by my aunt."

"You mean the things she's saying about you taking over your grandfather's company? I knew that was bullshit."

Chuckling, Danny shook his head, liking Rachel more and more by the second. She was definitely not like anyone he had met before. "Should I be offended right now?"

"No, not at all," she answered as she gave him a pat on the shoulder. "If there's one thing you should know about snobby rich people, especially women, is that they like to gossip."

"I thought that was all women in general."

"Shut it. Now, like I was saying, they like to gossip and in this circle of people, it's no secret your father was practically disowned because he married your mother. If he did that to his own son, then I highly doubt he would welcome his gay grandson with open arms."

His mouth dropped open in shock and he found himself unable to say anything because of it. Finally he let out a slight cough and waved a hand dismissively at Rachel. "I don't know what-" he began only to be cut off.

Rolling her eyes, she gave him a sly, all-knowing grin. "Oh please, don't try to deny it."

Danny could only let out a defeated sigh as he looked down at his feet. "Alright, how did you know?" he asked whispering.

"Seriously? First you spend the entire evening avoiding me like the plague and then you keep looking me in the eyes when I do manage to get you to speak to me."

"What does me looking you in the eyes have to do with anything?" asked Danny, scoffing at the accusation.

"Do you not notice how reveling this dress is?" Rachel asked astounded, pointing to the cut of her dress that revealed her cleavage. "And not once have I caught you staring at them."

Danny shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I'm just a gentleman."

"Gentleman or not, you're a boy and boys love boobs, well except for the ones that really love cock."

"You're really crude."

"I prefer the term crass, but at the end of the day, it doesn't change the fact that you're gay and probably dating a very hot boy. Why, because that's how it always is. All the good looking ones are either taken, gay, or both," she sighed dramatically, pushing a strand of hair out of her face with her perfectly manicured nail.

"Wow, really."

"Yes," she said with a playful nod. "It's actually a scientific fact."

"Not that I don't believe, but you're right, I am seeing someone. His name's Steve and he goes to my school."

"Is he hot?"

"You tell me," boasted Danny proudly as he pulled his phone out and showed Rachel one of the few pictures of Steve he had. His smile only widened when Rachel's mouth gapped open in surprise as she stared down at the picture.

"Bloody hell, he looks like a male model. I bet when you two kiss, you look absolutely delicious," purred Rachel, biting down hard on her bottom lip.

"You're really something Rachel Morrison, you know that," stated Danny as he shook his head and smiled softly, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Likewise Mr. Williams, likewise," she grinned back as she flicked her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. "Should we go back inside now? We've been out here for a while and the last thing I want is my grandmother to think we're somewhere shagging on the premises."

"I know right," groaned Danny, before letting out a heavy sigh. "Claire would probably have our engagement printed up in the high society section by morning if that rumor starts."

Rachel laughed loudly as she looped her arm with Danny's and the two of them made their way back inside. She didn't know why, but to her it seemed like the start of a really beautiful friendship.

It was nearing eleven when Danny and Aunt Claire arrived back to the house. Immediately Claire went to her section of the house without saying so much as a goodnight to him, which was completely alright with Danny. After spending an entire evening with her, he had new reasons why he disliked her. Climbing the stairs, he looked in on Matt and Katlin, finding them in their beds fast asleep.

After a quick shower, he put the tuxedo back in the bag it came in and stuck it in the closet before climbing into bed. As he looked at the clock, he realized it was almost eleven thirty and contemplated calling Steve like he promised or waiting until the morning. Deciding to keep his word, he grabbed his phone and dialed his boyfriend's number, impatiently waiting to hear Steve's voice.

"Hey Danno," Steve answered, his voice husky from sleep. "You called."

"I said I would and if I'm anything, it's a man of my word."

"I'm glad. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too babe, you have no idea how much."

"Terrible night," he asked.

"It was pretty terrible, but luckily it wasn't all bad. Rachel, the girl I was forced to escort, turned out to be totally cool. I told her about us."

"Really?"

"Well, she guessed I was gay and then decidedly determined that because I'm gay, I had to have a hot supermodel boyfriend."

"Supermodel huh?"

"Her words, not mine, but she was cool about it. She's a bit wild, but she's nothing like Aunt Claire and her snobby friends. We even exchanged email addresses so we can keep in touch."

"Aw Danny, you made a new friend. I'm happy for you."

"Shut-up."

"Seriously though, I'm glad you had somewhat of a good night. I spent the night hanging out with my dad and fixing up the Marquis."

"Did you finally get that piece of junk working?"

"Hey," growled Steve playfully. "It's not a piece of junk, it's a classic and no, not yet, but we will. And when we do, I'm going to take you on a drive."

"I look forward to it."

"Good. By the way, my dad wants me to invite you over for dinner so he can officially meet you."

"Why is he interested in meeting me?"

"Because he knows I like boys and he knows that you're my boyfriend."

"Oh, okay. Wait what? Your dad knows? How?"

"Apparently my parents are smarter than I give them credit for. He knew and kind of forced me to tell him the truth."

"Well at least we don't have to hide it when I come over there."

"So you're okay with them knowing?"

"Of course. Just tell me when you want me for dinner and I'm there. Maybe I'll even wear the tux."

"Unless you want me to ravish you on my mom's kitchen table, you keep that thing at home."

"Ravish McGarrett, really," Danny couldn't help but roll his eyes at the comment.

"What can I say, you're rubbing off on me; hopefully in more ways than one in the near future."

"You're such a perv, but I like it."

"And I like you."

Danny chuckled and shook his head. "Go back to sleep Steve."

"Alright," laughed Steve. "Goodnight Danno."

"Night babe."

And there you have it folks, chapter six done. This chapter was almost 6,000 words and I didn't even realize how long it was. Hope you didn't mind. Plus, who else loved teenage Rachel. I don't know why I wrote her character that way but that's how I imagined she would be if she was super rich. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by Friday and if not sometime during the weekend. Until next time,

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