Seven days has passed since the party. Many from the town almost forgot about the party, but remembering that random people that they hardly know invited them. For most of these people, it's hard to explain why they will never forget that night, but it seemed somewhat special to them than any other night of any year. Not only did it make the night special to them, it made it special to the protagonists of this story. For some, it may have started badly, but the party ended in a good way for all… mostly.

"We still didn't do anything this month did we?"

"Uh…no."

"Ok…"

"Why? Did you think of anything?"

"Yeah…a little…"

"What is it?"

"Well, since we didn't do anything for the first week, sadly, I thought of…giving out something, or at least tell, we never told each other yet."

Oh crap "Ok, sure, we can do that."

"Ok, but don't hide anything back. I already know that you're hiding something."

How does she know?

You should know by now… his eyes widen, remembering about the mind thing.

"Oh…ok…"

"Maybe you should start first."

"Uh, you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure; seems like you're hiding something from me."

"Um…uh, somewhat."

"Then show me."

"Uh…ok." He reached in his right pocket, Tracey wondering what he is taking out; she's neither happy nor sad about it. He takes out the object he was taking out: his Destovei. He holds it with his left hand.

"Oh my god!" Tracey said," Why do you have that…that thing?"

"It's a long story…but I won't shoot anyone."

"Are you sure about that?" she sees that his index finger is in the trigger; his gun pointed at the front door.

"Yes, I'm sure about that." Just then, Luxray comes in.

"Hey-"Alex got surprised by his appearance; he pulled the trigger, Tracey barely covering herself up. Luxray also got surprised; he looked at the hole beside him. "Well what d'ya know," he started," We're barely in the beginning of the year, and I almost got killed…by a friend."

Alex looks at Tracey, having a mad look on her face. He turned the gun until he was holding the barrel of the gun. "What?"

"Is it always loaded?" she asked.

"Um…yes."

"And do you still use it when it is empty?"

"Yes."

"Other than hitting people with it?"

"Yes."

"Like what?"

"I just found this out two days ago." He took out the magazine of the gun, and started to take out the bullets, careful that they don't pop out of excitement.

When it was empty, his hand started to glow green; his aura started to go in the magazine. He loaded the gun back on; he cocked it and pulled the trigger. A green bullet came out of the bullet hole, with the same speed of an actual bullet. The bullet landed near the hole in the wall; the hole of the aura bullet was half the size of the actual bullet.
He pulled the trigger about seven more times, making the hole bigger than it was.

"What the hell was that noise?" asked Luke from a distance.

"Nothing," Alex said.

"You better not be shooting to the walls."

"Ok." He looks at Tracey.

"I'm not fixing that up."

"Then I'll be right back.

20 minutes later…

"Now that the wall looks like nothing was shot…" Now the wall looks as if nothing was hit in it," What's your secret?"

"Well, for starters," she started," it's not a gun."

"Ok…"

"Well, it's-"

"Damn it Alex! Didn't you hear me earlier? Don't shoot the walls!"

"Oh my god…" Alex leaned over to Tracey, "Let's do this later." He talked in a low voice.

"Ok," she responded, too, in a low voice.

"No offense."

"For what?" Alex leaned back.

"What? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, I heard you!"

"Then why the hell did you do it anyway?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"What if I shot you with your damn pistol?"

"How can you? You can't even hold it up right!" Luke came in one second later.

"What the hell did you say?"

"Nothing…" He notices that one hand is behind the doorway.

"That's right," said Luke, "you better not say shit like that anymore."

"Alright."

When Luke walked away, Tracey asked," Is this how you interact with him?"

"Actually, no," Alex responded.

"Then why did you act like that?"

"I'll say this: I don't act like that, ok? It's usually the gun that brings up all of the argument."

"Alright then… well, I'll see you later."

"Alright. Bye."

They don't kiss; they don't hug. Tracey leaves out of the front door, leaving Alex alone midday.

More chapters will be posted up for sure, but the timing will be delayed a little later than usual. This is because I'm working on about 6 stories on FictionPress (4 are on Hiatus and the other two are being planned out on a story outline making their ending sooner than the stories that are of thought) and another story on FanFiction (called 'Left to Know'); all of which are not finished and are not to be finished anytime soon.

But despite this, I will continue to work on the chapters on this story.

-K9P