#nothing. just this dead fucking stare with this kind of 'oh it's you. ew' type of expression and this creepy kind of sketchy walk

[calxide]

⋆⁺ [ 015 ] most chaotic duo

warning/s: mentions of dead pet, familial issues, food (at the very end)

word count: 0.7k

Scaramouche noticed Y/N crying, who was currently sitting on one of the benches on the school campus. The area was quiet, there were a few people at this time, and most students, currently, are in their classes. It was a perfect time to cry without anyone minding you, and who cares anyway? This is college; you are expected to face many problems in your studies.

Y/N wiped her tears with the tissue she have. It was terrible, she had forgotten to bring her handkerchief. “Fate, why do you hate me so much?” she said through the sobs.

Scaramouche heaved a sigh and approached her quietly. He stood behind the bench and spoke in a hushed tone, “What might be the reason that made the mighty Y/N crying?”

The said female was startled; she jolted a bit by the sound of the familiar voice ringing through her ears. She turned around to see the owner of the voice, “Shortie-  I mean, Scaramouche? Haha, was that your attempt to make me laugh?”

Hearing Scaramouche's snickering, she quickly chuckled to lighten the mood, "Just kidding. Why are you here?"

“I study here, remember?” Y/N snorted at his response.

She sighed, “Aren’t you supposed to be at class?”

“What about you?”

“Did you skip class too?”

Scaramouche didn't answer her question; instead, he sat beside her. He handed her his handkerchief without glancing at her. Y/N looked at him confused, “Uhm, thanks?”

“Just take it and never give it back.”

Y/N laughed at his statement, "Don't worry, I won't blow out my nose."

“Ew, would you please not say it that way?” Scaramouche grimaced, but it was clear that he only said that to stop his laughter.

“So.”

“So.”

“Ladies first,” said Scaramouche, still not giving her a glance.

She chuckled softly, “Yeah, yeah, what a gentleman you are. But I’d prefer if you go first.”

“Tch, just wanna ask why you were crying.”

Y/N sighed deeply and wiped the remaining tears on her eyes with the help of Scaramouche's handkerchief. “Are you sure you won't find it boring? Eh, are you even willing to listen?”

“How bad do you think of me?” Scaramouche joked which made Y/N burst into laughter, “You’re actually a funny guy!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at her, “What? Are you going to talk or not?”

“Jeez, so impatient,” she sighed, “I failed my biology quiz.”

He looked at her in disbelief but let her continue talking. “I felt under pressure because of my parents' ーwell, my mother to be preciseー high expectations of me, and my cat recently died. I lost focus while answering the quiz, and the next thing I knew, it was time to pass the papers.”

“That’s one lengthy explanation, but I get why you’re crying. It must be hard… you know, the people you know have high expectations from you. And when you’re tired, you feel as if you don't deserve to rest because you have to meet their expectations.”

Y/N chuckled a little which made Scaramouche shoot her a deathly stare, “Why the fuck are you laughing?!”

“I-I’m sorry..! It’s just that it kinda feels comforting to know that someone understands me.” Scaramouche saw Y/N’s lips tugged into a small smile.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone alarmed. “Okay! Time to stop mourning. Do you want to get some coffee? My treat,” Y/N stood up from her seat and stretched her arms to loosen up a bit.

Scaramouche shrugged, “It won’t hurt to get some coffee while cutting classes.” Y/N chuckled nervously at his statement, “Oh, haha, right, we’re cutting classes. But anyway..!”

They arrived at the school cafe, ordered their orders, and sat at the very back of the place. “Fufufu, so that’s the type of coffee that you like?”

“Yeah,” Scaramouche put his cup down, “What about it?”

“Nothing! Xiao also likes that kind of coffee.” Scaramouche nodded silently, How did I end up hanging out with her at a cafe…

“So… tell me about yourself.”

“I’d bore you to death if I do that.” Y/N laughed at his claim but urged him to do so.

He sighed, “Archons, you’re so annoying.”

“But you love me,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows a bit to add some effect to her words. Although she meant it as a joke, she didn’t expect to see a blush on Scaramouche's face.

Y/N fought the temptation to laugh out loud. He cleared his throat and spoke, “Shut up will you.” It was more of a statement than a request.

“Okay, okay. Whatever you say.”

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a/n: when i said “real soon” i meant the very next chapter lol. this chapter is not proofread because i wrote this when i was procrastinating during last week’s exam, so do tell me if you see any mistakes!

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⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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Love the way you hate me - Bang Chan enemies to lovers College AU

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, reader is a virgin, multiple smut scenes, slight triggerish themes

I started writing this while I was hammered, so if there’s any spelling errors, I’m sorry LMAO

You’ve always hated him. His hair, his face, his sexy jawline, his cute dimple, all of it. But most of all, you hated the butterflies that would erupt in your stomach everytime he was near you.

You both had a very obvious dislike for each other, and you both made that clear. He would always tease you, and you would always shoot back a sly remark. He knew you were a virgin, he could tell by the way you acted around guys. At first he thought you were gay, but the way you seemed around men made it too obvious.

“If you ever need help, maybe I can do it.” He’d tease with a smirk. “Maybe I’d make you fall in love with me.”

Fall in love? Yeah, right. But maybe him being your first wasn’t a bad idea. I mean yeah you hated him, but no strings would be attached, right? You already hated each other, so catching feelings was already out of the picture. But how do you ask the swim captain to take your virginity? Would he even accept it?

“Maybe you should try getting some dick.” Your best friend, Minho, advised. “Maybe then you’d stop having an attitude problem.”

“By who Minho? I’m not interested in anyone.” You pointed out, taking a fry from his tray and eating it.

“I don’t know, and personally I really don’t care. Just try and get some dick. Or at least some coochie.” He muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t have an attitude problem.” You argued.

“Really? Because anytime I say something to you snap,” He said, snapping his fingers. “Right the fuck back. Either you need some dick or a whole new attitude adjustment.”

“Whatever.” You muttered, dismissing his rant.

Your eyes fell on Chan as he walked in the room, his group of friends around him. He was laughing and talking to another member of the swim team, Hyunjin. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on yours, making a smirk stretch across his face as he noticed you were looking at him. You rolled your eyes and looked away, catching Minho’s eye.

“What about him?” He asked.

“Bang Chan?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes yet again. “And why would I do that to myself?”

“I mean I don’t know... He’s hot, popular, an amazing athlete, and by what I can tell by the gray sweats he wears... He’s got it all.” Minho pointed out.

“Ew! Minho!” You gasped, smacking his arm. “I didn’t know you had a thing for Chan!”

“Yah! I don’t like Chan. You know I’m a ladies man.” He said with a smirk. “But when girls constantly point it out... You tend to notice.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust, taking a sip of your coke that you had in front of you. Minho kept looking at you before taking a bite of his burger, losing the thought of the conversation as he ate. You looked at Minho for a moment, taking in his features.

If Minho wasn’t your closest friend, you would’ve asked him to take your virginity. He came off as a cold asshole, but he was quite the opposite. He had become friends with you after you both had a group project, and you two were inseparable ever since. You always helped him out with his girl problems, which led him to complaining you never went to him about your guys problems, not that you had any.

But maybe, just maybe, he was right. You and Chan weren’t close, and you definitely didn’t like each other. He would more than likely keep it on the down low if you tried, as he seemed to treasure his reputation. He wouldn’t want to taint it by anyone finding out he had slept with you.

You stood outside of exit after you had finished your after school duties; tidying up the library and helping prep for a few classes. You knew Chan was done swim practice soon, as it ended at 4 PM every week day. You watched the doors to the gym open, and out walked Chan, his hair damp and curly from practicing in the water.

You swallowed hard and slowly approached him as he unlocked the door to his car, his eyes focused on the task.

“Chan?” You asked.

He lifted his head and turned towards you, a smirk stretching across his lips when he saw you.

“Y/N? This is quite the surprise.” He laughed, his dimple poking through as he looked at you.

“Yeah yeah, surprise.” You muttered.

“What’s up? What brings you to this side of campus?” He asked.

“I have a proposition for you.” You said, looking at him seriously.

“Oh?” He asked, leaning back against his car. “And what would that be?”

“I need you to help me with that little problem you pointed out.” You said lowly.

He arched a brow at you and tilted his head.

“What little problem?” He asked.

“Ya know... About me being a... um...” You trailed off, swallowing hard as you looked at him. “A virgin.”

His jaw dropped as he stared at you, shock in his eyes.

“Woah... Um... Wow...” He began scratching the back of his neck. “So you uh... Want me to be your first?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously.

“Y/N, I don’t know what kind of guy you take me for, but I don’t go around taking virginities...” He said, trailing off. “Why me anyways?”

“Because I want to lose it to someone I won’t get attached too.” You pointed out.

“Shouldn’t you want to get attached to your first time? I mean, be in love with that person?” He asked, shock still edging his voice.

“I’ve never been in love before.” You said.

He fell silent as he seemed to be thinking, taking his plump lower lip into his mouth.

“Please Chan? You and I don’t exactly like each other, and I’d rather not do it with someone I can get attached too. I’m in college and I’ve never had sex before...” You said, looking at him anxiously. “I mean if you don’t want too that’s okay, I can always find someone else.”

Chan looked at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face for a sign of amusement, to see if it was a joke. His arms were crossed as he seemed to be thinking, before he stood up straight and looked down at you.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You looked him in the eyes and nodded confidently. He ran his fingers through his curly hair before taking a deep breath.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” He declared, looking at you. “But if you change your mind in any way I want you to back out.”

“I will.” You said with a smile.

“Good.” He said, leaning against his car and looking at you. “So where and when do you want to do this?”

“Is it possible to do it at your dorm? Maybe a day you don’t have practice so you’re not too tired.” You suggested.

He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes on the ground before he shrugged.

“My dorm works.” He said.

“Do you have a roommate?” You asked.

“Yeah, but he’s never home.” He informed you, his eyes still scanning your face to see if you were being serious.

“When are you free?” You pressed.

“I don’t have practice tomorrow.” He said, his eyes on yours. “Is that too soon for you?”

“Tomorrow works.” You accepted with a small smile. “What time works for you?”

“Come over after your finished with your after school stuff. Changbin should be gone until 9 or 10, so we’ll have plenty of time.” He said.

“Okay.” You said with a nod. “So 4:30 tomorrow?”

“That works.” He said, standing up straight, a small smirk on his lips. “We’re going to have some fun, babygirl.”

Your cheeks flared up and you glared at him, pushing past him.

“You’re such a weirdo!”

“Wait, so you ACTUALLY took my advice?” Minho asked, his eyes wide.

“I mean yeah, it’s my best bet.” You informed him, sipping on an almost completely dry box of Yoo-hoo.

“Okay Y/N, you sucked it bone dry.” Minho said with a sly smirk. “Like what you’ll do to Chan.”

You choked and coughed, shaking your head at him.

“You’re so gross Minho!” You rasped through your coughs.

“Gross or telling the truth?” He asked, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, whatever.” You mumbled.

“Speaking of the devil.” Minho pointed out, pointing with his chin.

You turned around and saw Chan walking into the cafeteria, surrounded by friends again. This time however, he had a disgustingly familiar female with him, Kim Yenna. She was disgustingly stuck up, with her dead over bleached hair, gross looking nails (who even gets them that color anymore anyways?) and over drawn on eyebrows, and her obnoxiously fake, overly high pitched voice. And if you couldn’t tell already, she was a total bitch.

She followed Chan around like a lost puppy, always gawking at him and hanging all over his shoulder. He seemed to either not mind or not notice, but with him you really couldn’t tell. She ran a little clique of his ‘fans’ who never stopped screeching during swim tournaments. I mean you had to admit, Chan looked killer in the swim shorts and tight swim shirt he wore, but it was nothing to rip your vocal cords up over.

“I wonder if Yenna has ever tried with Chan, she’s always stuck up his ass.” Minho pointed out, sticking a spoonful of pudding into his mouth.

“I dunno, maybe.” You said, taking a bite of his pudding.

“I don’t see how he can stand her, her voice itself makes me cringe.” Minho said, shuddering from just the thought of her screeching in his ear.

“Maybe he’s attracted to that type of girl.” You suggested, shrugging.

“Definitely not. I mean, he’s attracted to you, and you’re not like that.” Minho pointed out.

“Woah, Chan is NOT attracted to me.” You argued, looking at him.

“Oh yeah, he just agreed to take your virginity.” Minho said sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes.

“That’s different.” You tried.

“How? You have to have SOME type of attraction to someone to sleep with them.” He pointed out, arching a brow at you.

“Whatever.” You muttered.

You raised your eyes to where Chan was standing and made eye contact with Yenna, who gave you a bitchy smirk and clung to Chan again. Oh yeah, she was also a bitch to you. You didn’t know why, or how it happened, but she was.

“If I could get away with slapping a woman silly it’d be her.” Minho pointed out, looking at her. “Without hesitation, I’d knock that bitch out.”

“Minho!” You laughed.

“What?” He asked, laughing.

“That’s not nice.” You giggled.

“Yeah well, neither is she.” He mumbled. “Stuck up bitch.”

You bit your lip and withdrew your hand for a third time, pulling it back to your side and pacing again. You had been standing in front of Chan’s dorm for the past 5 minutes, debating whether or not to actually knock.

You didn’t have his number, so texting him was out of the question, and you were too nervous to knock. You sighed and threw your head in your hands, a groan leaving your lips.

Maybe I was too stupid for doing this.

Just as you were about to give up and walk away, Chan opened the door, giving you a shocked look.

“Oh, hey. How long have you been out here?” He asked.

“Er... Not long.” You lied.

“Well, come in.” He said, stepping aside and holding the door for you.

You slowly stepped into his dorm, the comforting smell of warm vanilla hitting your senses. You noticed a wax burner on the counter in the kitchen, a soft pink wax slowly melting inside of it.

“My rooms down this way.” Chan said, beckoning you to follow.

You followed him into the room the in the back, your eyes taking in everything in front of you.

First of all, you never realized how much black he wore until you saw all the shirts in his closet. They were all black, not a single other color in sight. Another thing you noticed is the California king bed in the center of the room, along with a computer and speakers. You knew Chan was a music production major, but his set up was incredible.

“Like it?” He asked.

You laughed and nodded, looking at his keyboard. He smiled at you and you shook your head, remembering who he was and why you were there. You sat on his bed, biting your lip as you thought of a way to start this. You’ve never done this before, and you never imagined doing it with a guy like Chan. Chan, the one you had a serious disliking for. Chan, the one who teased you all the time and would laugh at you when you got flustered. Chan, the one that-

Your thoughts were caught off as he slowly lifted your chin and pressed his plump lips to your own, making your body tense. He pulled away and looked at you, a questionable look in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this? You don’t seem comfortable.” He pointed out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just nervous...” You pointed out awkwardly.

“It’s okay, just let me do the work, yeah? I’ll teach you.” He said softly.

You nodded as he leaned in again and pressed his pillowy lips back on to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into his kiss, sparks erupting in your lower belly. Chan felt your body relax and decided to take it to the next step, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue to ask for entry.

You allowed him entry as his tongue began to poke at your own. Your hands grabbed at his shirt in shock at the feeling of your tongues intertwining with each other, his plump lips still soft against your own. You felt his chest push against yours until you fell back on his bed, your mouths still connected as he hovered over you. His tongue could’ve easily dominated yours, very easily. But he kept the kiss gentle, knowing not to scare you.

Your hands clutched his biceps, almost shocked at how muscular they felt. He pulled away from your lips, a short string of saliva still attaching the both of you. He kissed your lips again before slowly kissing lower, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and jaw. You let out a tiny moan when he kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, a smirk stretching across his face.

“Hm? A weak spot?” He asked, lightly sucking on it.

“Ahh, Chan.” You moaned out very softly, your fingers clutching his shirt.

“Chris. Call me Chris.” He said, lifting himself up and smirking at you. “Or daddy.”

“Yeah, in your dreams.” You hissed at him.

His eyes narrowed as he pinned your arms to either side of you, leaning down and sucking on your weak spot again. You let out a tiny whimper and he chuckled, pulling away from your neck with a small pop.

“Oh, so that’s it, huh?” He asked, arching a brow. “You’re a brat?”

“W-What?” You asked, your cheeks turning red.

“That’s exactly it, Y/N. You act all hard and have a sharp tongue, but the moment I touch this sweet little spot,” He cooed, lightly licking the spot he had sucked on. “You’re like puty in my hands.”

You whined at his words, knowing it was true. You were, indeed, a brat. He smirked down at you as he kissed along your jaw again, before coming to the neck line of your shirt. He slowly raised himself up and lifted his shirt over his head, your eyes gawking at his body.

He was completely ripped, his toned and built body in full view, along with his well defined pecks. He smirked and arched a brow at you, letting out a small laugh through his nose.

“Like what you see babygirl?” He asked.

You blushed at his words and covered your face, making him chuckle. He gently moved your hands aside and grabbed the hem of your shirt, looking at you. You nodded as he lifted your shirt over your head, his eyes scanning your body. You blushed again and went to cover up, but his hands stopped your own.

“Don’t cover yourself up Y/N.” He said softly, leaning foreword and pressing a soft kiss on the top of your right boob.

You watched him slowly unhook your bra and pull it off, your nipples standing at attention. He pressed a soft kiss to your nipple, before slowly sucking it into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lightly sucked on your soft mount. His hand massaged your other boob, his fingers gently tweaking your other nipple. Bliss filled your body, making a warm heat pool between your thighs. His thumb twirled your opposite nipple around, his mouth still latched to the other as you let out small whines. He finally pulled away with a small pop, his eyes shining as he saw you were already a mess.

“You’re so sensitive Y/N. It’s cute.” He purred.

Cute?

You didn’t have time to question it as he slowly slid your pants down your thighs, pulling them off of your legs. His eyes ate up the laced underwear you wore, a pretty shade of dark red with black topped lace.

“Those are beautiful.” He rasped, gently rubbing your thighs.

You blushed at his words, about to cover your face. You squealed as he wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled your heat close to him, dropping his face to level with it. He glanced at you again and you, again, gave him the go ahead. He smirked at you as he licked up your covered heat, making a whine leave your lips.

“That was a cute sound, Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Shut u-oh!” You went to tell him to shut up, but his mouth attaching to your covered clit cut you off as you let out a moan.

He licked up your covered slit again before pulling your panties off, his eyes gluing to your dripping heat. His eyes beamed as he knew he had done this to you, and he was the only one who has. He dipped his head down and blew on your dripping slit, making you hiss at the feeling. He smirked as he licked a bold strip up your soaked folds, making you whimper.

“I love how vocal you are.” He rasped as he attached his lips to your clit.

You closed your eyes in bliss as he sucked on your sensitive nub, your fingers grabbing at his soft locks. Soft slurping sounds filled the room along with your moans, his tongue working magic on you. You felt one of his fingers poking your entrance, his eyes meeting your again.

“I’m gonna put a finger in to get you prepped, okay?” He asked.

You nodded and bit your lip as he slipped a finger into your heat, making you whimper at the foreign feeling. He pumped it soft and slow, curling it just right. His lips reattached to your clit as he gently worked your begging hole, your pussy happily sucking in his finger. You let out a loud whine when he slipped a second in, making him pull away from your clit and press wet kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“I know babygirl, but you don’t want it to hurt.” He rasped softly.

His fingers pumped slowly into, curling just the right way as his tongue rolled your clit expertly, making you close your eyes tight as your legs began to shake, your thighs closing around his head.

“Ch-Chan, something’s happening.” You whimpered.

“You’re gonna orgasm babygirl, it’s okay. You can cum.” He purred, slurping on your clit.

You let out a high pitched whimper as you came on his fingers and tongue, a small chuckle coming from his lips as your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes shut tight. He helped you through your high, lightly pumping his fingers and detaching his lips from your clit, careful not to over work you yet. He pressed wet kisses from the top of your heat, up your stomach and chest, and finally to your lips. Your eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you, his eyes soft.

“You okay?” He asked, wiping his mouth.

“Y-Yeah... That felt amazing.” You panted.

“Good.... Do you want to continue?” He asked, tilting his head.

“I-If you’re okay with that.” You said shyly.

He smiled down at you and pressed a comforting peck to your lips, his hand rubbing your hip.

“Of course I’m okay with it, I just wanted to make sure you were.” He said gently.

He stood up and pulled his pants down, his hard length pressed painfully against his boxers. Your eyes popped out of your head when he pulled his boxers down, the sound of his very girthy length hitting his stomach filling the room. He giggled at your expression, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“W-Will that fit?” You asked.

“Yeah babygirl, don’t worry.” He said gently, hovering over you again. “I’ll go slow.”

You nodded and he leaned over and reached into his nightstand, cursing as he rummaged around.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I... Don’t have any condoms. Fuck, I’m sorry. I haven’t done this in awhile and I figured I had some.” He sighed.

“Wait you haven’t.. Done anything in awhile?” You asked.

“I told you before Y/N, I’m really not like that.” He said with a small smile.

You bit your lip for a moment and thought, your eyes meeting his.

“Is your pull out game strong?” You asked.

He nearly choked when you asked, an amused laugh leaving his mouth.

“Oh my god. Yes, it’s good, clearly. I don’t have kids.” He laughed.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. Just pull out.” You instructed.

“If that’s what you want.” He giggled.

He hovered over you again, using one of his hands to bring your own to his shoulders.

“Grip me if it hurts.” He said softly.

You nodded as you felt his tip poking your entrance. He looked down at you as he slowly slipped the tip in, his eyes searching your face. Your jaw fell slack as he pushed in a little more, a whimper leaving your lips as tears brimmed your eyes. He stopped his hips and pressed soft kisses to your jaw. He pulled away and rubbed your hair, his eyes soft.

“Are you okay? Can you take it?” He asked.

You nodded, your nails digging into his biceps. He kissed your lips as he pushed in some more, a choked whine leaving your lips as a tear slipped past your eye. He kissed it away and clutched you tightly, halting his hips again.

“You’re doing so well babygirl, I promise. The pain will go away soon.” He whispered gentle praises in your ear, making you relax as he slipped the final inch inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

He allowed you to stay like that, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he waited for your signal to move. You whined and he gave you a soft smile as he slowly dragged himself from your aching walls, gently pushing back in.

“Fuck.” He rasped, his hips rolling deeply into yours. “You’re so tight.”

You whimpered at his words, tangling your fingers in his soft locks as he began to pick up the pace. He slipped his hand between the two of you, rubbing figure eights on your clit as his length slid in and out of your heat. You let out a high pitched whimper as he fluidly rolled his hips into yours, rubbing your gspot and circling your clit. You tugged at his locks as pleasure blinded you, your toes curling every time his length slid into your walls.

“I’m gonna cum again Chan.” You whimpered, fingers clutching his hair.

“It’s okay babygirl, cum for me.” He rasped, rolling his hips deeply into yours.

You came with a soft whimper of his name falling from your lips, your body trembling as he rode out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach with a deep groan. Hot spurts on your skin made you glance down, seeing the small mess on your belly, but the look on his face was well worth it. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, plump lips parted as he stroked his length, getting every last drop out. Your eyes wandered to his length, your eyes widening when you noticed blood on it. You looked down and noticed blood on the sheets as well, panic filling you.

“U-Um, Chan? Why is there blood?” You asked, panic lacing your tone.

Chan snapped out of his post sex trance and looked at you, then down to his bloody length, then to the sheets, then your bleeding entrance, before chuckling.

“It’s normal silly.” He giggled.

“I-It is?” You asked.

He nodded and got up, looking around for a towel.

“I should clean us up.” He said.

“I can just... Go.” You said awkwardly.

He turned to you and lifted a brow.

“Why?” He asked.

“I mean... Shouldn’t I?” You asked.

“Why would you think that? I told you before, I’m not that type of guy. And there’s no way I’m gonna kick you out right after I took your virginity, and you’re bleeding on top of it.” He pointed out.

“Sorry...” You apologized shyly.

He sighed and gave you a small smile before wetting a rag and wiping his length off. He slowly rested between your legs and wiped the blood off of your entrance and thighs, cleaning you up completely before plopping down next to you. You both stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes glued to the ceiling fan.

“What was your first time like?” You asked.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. He let out a small laugh and rubbed his forehead, his eyes closed.

“It was with my first girlfriend back when I was in high school.” He said.

“Oh... Was she a virgin too?” You asked.

“Yeah, she was.” He said, turning his head away. “God, I wish I could take it back.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, your eyes sad.

“She was the first girl I ever loved, and god did I love her so much. I tried to give her everything I could. I spoiled her, I gave her time, I gave her love, and she went ahead and cheated on me.” He said softly.

Your eyes softened at his words, your heart oddly hurting for him. His eyes looked so sad, so confused.

“It’s been years but I still don’t know why.” He said, looking at you. “I guess it was just me.”

“Chan, it definitely wasn’t you. If you did all that for her, then it was her.” You pointed out.

He shrugged and stared off into space, his eyes wandering around.

“I’m serious Chan, you didn’t deserve that.” You said.

He gave a small laugh and looked at you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Don’t you hate me? Aren’t you supposed to say I deserve it? Don’t you think I’m a shitty person?” He asked.

“I think you’re annoying, not a shitty person.” You pointed out.

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes, turning towards you.

“I’ll take that over being shitty.” He laughed. “But thanks, you’re too sweet.”

You rolled your eyes and turned the opposite way as him, facing the wall. Your eyes felt heavy as they began to close, and you fell asleep to the sound of Chan snoring softly beside you.

Your eyes fluttered open as light poured into the room. You opened your eyes and turned over, shock and horror filling you as you realized you were laying directly next to Chan. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as he slept. You went to move away, accidentally bumping him. His brows furrowed and he slowly opened his eyes, a small smirk stretching across his face.

“Staring at me while I sleep now babygirl?” He asked.

“I wasn’t!” You gasped, turning away.

He chuckled and moved closer, making goosebumps form on your skin as he leaned close, whispering against the skin on your shoulder.

“You can stare at me as much as you like babygirl. I know you like what you see.” 

You squealed and went to push him away, making him laugh as he grabbed your arms, his face just a mere inch from yours.

“You get so flustered so easily.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, whatever.” You mumbled.

He chuckled and held your arms, a smirk on his face.

“So? Do you want this to be a thing? Like a friends with benefits type of thing?” He asked.

“We aren’t friends.” You pointed out.

“Yeah yeah, ‘enemies’ with benefits or whatever.” He said, his eyes on yours.

“Should we?” You asked, wanting his confirmation before saying yes.

“I mean, I don’t see why not. You’re not hooking up or with anyone, clearly.” He pointed out. “And neither am I. It’ll benefit us both.” 

You thought about it for a moment, biting your lip before nodding.

“Cool.” He said with a smile. “Should I get condoms? Or are you comfortable starting birth control?”

“I can start birth control, I don’t see a problem with it.” You said with a nod.

“Cool.” He said, getting up. “We should probably keep this on the down low, yeah?”

You nodded as you watched him get up and throw a pair of his black boxers on. You weren’t surprised to say the least, already knowing he would’ve asked you to do so to protect his image. You sat up and covered yourself with the blanket as you looked around for your clothes, which were conveniently scattered across the room. You cursed as you looked around for you thongs, when you heard him clear his throat. You lifted your head and saw the laced topped underwear dangling from his pointer finger, a smirk on his face.

“Give them to me.” You demanded, storming over to him with the blanket wrapped around you.

“Hmmm... Maybe if you give me a kiss.” He said with a smirk, dropping his face down to your level.

“In your dreams, morning breath.” You growled, reaching for your panties.

He smirked and lifted them higher, his dimple poking through his cheek. You glared at him and went to snatch them again, when he pecked your lips and then ran out of the room with them, making your face turn red from being flustered, and from anger.

“Bang Chan you are so annoying!”

You sat with Minho after school in the indoor swimming pool area, watching the swim team. You were always helping after school, and that included sport activities. You had help set up the gym for the tournament, and now it was full of people from both teams, and their classmates. Your eyes wandered to Chan, who was clad in black swim shorts and a tight black swim shirt, a bright blue streak running along the sides of both the shirt and shorts. He looked absolutely ethereal like that, his hair soaked and curled, his swim shirt glued to his chest from the water.

His eyes were on Hyunjin as he came up, just coming before the boy from the other team did. Chan smiled at Hyunjin and helped him out of the water, patting his back and praising him. You watched the two of them, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned your head and made eye contact with Yenna, who was giving you a dirty look.

“Do you always have to eye rape him?” Yenna asked, folding her arms and pursing her lips. “It’s pathetic.”

You were just about to say a snarky remark when Minho whipped his head around and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. You had to admit, when Minho was pissed, he was VERY intimidating.

“So if watching the swim captain when we’re at a, I don’t know, swim tournament is eye rape, then what do you call all of the annoying clinging and hanging all of him when he clearly isn’t interested? Molestation? Because you sure as fuck do that a lot.” Minho pointed out, eyes narrowed.

The girls in Yenna’s “clique” gasped at his words, making Yenna’s face and ears turn bright red. She grit her teeth and walked off the bleachers, irritation in her eyes. You smiled at Minho who bumped you with his shoulder, a smile on his face.

“Don’t look now, but hot swim captain is definitely looking at you.” Minho said lowly.

You slowly turned your head and made eye contact with Chan, who gave you a side smile before turning back to the water. Your cheeks turned red and Minho giggled, shaking his head.

“You let him take your virginity, now you’re shy when he looks at you?” He asked, chuckling.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, looking around.

“What? I didn’t say it loud.” Minho giggled.

“You said it loud enough!” You whisper yelled.

He chuckled and shook his head, looking at you.

“Did you get on birth control yet?” He asked.

“I go to pick up my prescription today.” You informed him.

“Good, you don’t need no Channie babies running around.” He giggled.

You smack his arm and he let out a yelp, rubbing the spot you hit.

“Ow!” He groaned. “You’re real spicy again. How long has it been since you last hooked up? You definitely need some dick.”

“We only hooked up that one time so far.” You admitted with a blush.

“Wait, it’s been a week and you guys haven’t done anything again?” He asked, arching a brow.

“Minho he’s the captain of the swim team, he doesn’t have all of the time in the world. Besides, he isn’t obligated to give me time. We’re only screwing around.” You pointed out. 

“Whatever.” Minho grumbled, still rubbing his arm.

After the tournament, you got up and walked down the bleachers, stepping into the walk way. You felt someone slightly bump you, and you turned to see an attractive boy from the other swim team. He gave you a kind smile and gave you a small bow.

“Sorry, I don’t pay attention.” He said with a sweet smile.

“It’s okay, no worries.” You said, bowing back politely.

“I’m surprised your so friendly, since I’m from the rival school and all.” He laughed.

“It doesn’t matter to me, I’m just here because I set up.” You giggled.

“Really? It looks great. Maybe you should get in the water some time.” He said with a huge smile.

“I can’t swim, but thank you.” You thanked him as you headed out, catching up with Minho.

But not before you caught Chan’s eye. He was looking at you, almost watching you.

Weirdo.

You thanked the woman at the pharmacy as you picked up your birth control prescription, slipping it into your bag as you walked out. As you were walking out, you bumped in to someone else.

“Sorry Mister.” You apologized, before realizing who it was.

Chan was looking down at you, a smile on his face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I was um... Grabbing the birth control.” You said lowly and awkwardly.

He smiled at you and nodded, beckoning for you to follow him back in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I get my protein powder here. It’s the only place that sells the brand I like.” He informed you, grabbing a thing of it and paying. “Wanna go get some coffee?” “Why?” You asked, tilting your head.

“I mean, every time I talk to you isn’t going to be to get my dick wet babygirl.” He said with a smirk as he led you out of the pharmacy and to the cafe.

“Ya know, for someone who wants to keep what we’re doing on the down low, you call me that quite a lot.” You pointed out.

He chuckled and ordered your drinks, paying for yours. You looked at him and frowned, making him laugh.

“I mean, you just had to pay for birth control. I’m pretty sure I can at least grab you a coffee.” He said.

You shrugged and sipped your drink, following him as he walked out of the cafe. He led you to his car and beckoned for you to get in, and you followed him in. You opened the birth control and checked the time, wanting to take it at the same time every day (You’re supposed too). Chan watched you pop it down your throat, making him swallow hard.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He said, starting his car and driving off.

“No Chan really, what is it? It looks like you’ve just seen a ghost.” You said.

“You really aren’t helping my case.” He said lowly.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You just... Took the birth control that you got specifically because of me right in front of my face after I told you I’m not always trying to get my dick wet.” He grumbled, eyes focusing on the road.

A good and bad idea popped into your head. Minho always talked about rough sex, saying the women he’s messed around with purposely would get him worked up/pissed off just for him to ruin them and honestly, you were curious about it. Yeah it would only be your second time, but you were curious if Chan would get so worked up and ruin you. You gave him a sweet smile then rested your hand on his thigh, softly rubbing it.

“It’s okay Channie.” You said with a smile.

His breath hitched and his hand grabbed yours and squeezed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game babygirl.” He growled.

“Am I, Channie?” You asked. “How dangerous?”

As soon as you were in Chan’s dorm, his lips were all over yours. His hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he backed you into his room. His lips were hungry against yours as he pushed you on the bed, detaching his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip, spreading the saliva on it. You closed your mouth on the tip of his thumb and he smirked at you, lifting his shirt over his head.

“On your hands and knees babygirl.” He commanded.

You flipped yourself onto your hands and knees, making him chuckle.

“What?” You asked, looking back at him.

“I’m going to teach you how to arch, alright?” He asked.

You nodded as you felt his right hand rub your right asscheek, gently massaging it. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his hands roaming your ass. You felt his hand slide up your back, as he began to put pressure in the middle.

“Lower your front upper half.” He instructed.

You did as he told you, pressing your chest flat against the bed, your cheek against the mattress as the only thing up in the air was your ass. 

“Perfect.” He purred, gripping your asscheek and rubbing it.

You felt his hands move your shirt up, unclasping your bra as he slid your shirt and bra off, lifting you just enough to get them off of you. He pressed soft kisses to your bare shoulder and back as he began to kiss his way down your body, until he got to the waist band of your pants. He slid your pants down and off your legs, his eyes staring at your ass and covered core. He placed both hands on both of your asscheeks, rubbing them in firm motions.

“Your ass is so perfect.” He rasped.

You blushed at his praise, then inhaled sharply as he moved your panties to the side, the cool air hitting your dripping heat. He chuckled as he ran a finger on your slit, spreading your arousal.

“You get so wet babygirl, I love it.” He groaned. 

You felt a finger slip into your entrance, making you moan softly as he began to pump it in and out of you. His eyes watched the way your pussy swallowed around his finger, hugging it tightly. He smirked as you let out tiny moans, slightly pushing your hips back against his finger for more friction.

“What’s wrong babygirl?” He asked with his smirk still plastered across his face. “What do you want?”

You whimpered at his words, knowing he knew damn well what you wanted. You wiggled your ass a bit and he chuckled, pulling his fingers from your soaked heat. You let out a loud whine and he smirked down at you.

“You have to use your words babygirl.” He purred.

“I-I want you to fuck me, Chris.” You whined, using his birth name to finally get what you want.

His eyes darkened as you finally heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor, feeling the blunt, thick head of his length against your entrance. You felt him gently slide it on your folds, slicking it up. You whimpered in annoyance, earning a chuckle from him.

“What’s wrong babygirl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

“Please, please stop teasing me Chris.” You whimpered.

He leaned foreword and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he slowly began to slip into you. You grit your teeth as his length once again stretched your heat. It wasn’t as painful as the first time, but it still hurt pretty bad. When he was up to the hilt inside of you, he kissed up your bare back, rubbing your hips soothingly.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and pressed your cheek into the bedding, looking back at him.

“I’m okay, you can move. Please, move.” You whimpered.

He slowly drew his hips back, then pushed them foreword slowly until his hips met the flesh of your ass. You keened as his length pushed deep into you, making you let out a choked moan. His thrusts were shallow and slow, making you whine out.

“I can take more Chris, you don’t have to be so gentle.” You rasped.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, please Chris. I need more.” You whimpered.

With that, his pace began to pick up. His grip on your hips tightened as he began to thrust fluidly into your dripping heat, making you see stars as he began to rub your Gspot. Your hands clutched the blankets on his bed, loud moans and whimpers leaving your lips as he snapped his hips into yours. Your toes curled and you buried your face into his bedding as the pleasure began to blind you. 

“Who was that guy you were talking too?” He asked with a deep roll of his hips.

“Fuck- what guy?” You asked, trying to cling to the last bit of sanity you had.

“The one that was in the swimming tournament.” He growled, snapping his hips roughly into yours, slapping sounds filling the room every time his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“I-I don’t know him. He just- oh, God... He just bumped into me.” You rasped, clinging harshly to the blankets as your whines and moans became more high pitched and desperate.

You came hard with his name rolling off of your tongue, like it was your favorite verse of a song. His hips stuttered as he fought to contain himself long enough to ride out your high before pulling out and cumming on your back and ass with a deep groan. You both panted as you allowed your lower half to fall flat along with the upper half of your body, when you felt him plop on top of you, being careful not to crush you. You turned your head as it rested on the bed as you looked at him. His wavy hair was damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, his eyes were closed, his plump lips parted as he panted, and his chest and shoulders glistened with sweat.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, panting as he slowly peeled himself back off of you before placing a kiss on your shoulder and grabbing a towel. He made his way back over to you and wiped you up, his eyes going to yours.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. “You bled again.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just need a minute to breathe.” You rasped.

He nodded and plopped down beside you on his back, his breathing still ragged.

“This is your fault you know, I didn’t even plan for us to do this today.” Chan said, looking at you.

“Mhmm, sure.” You muttered.

“Maybe I corrupted you.” He giggled.

You smacked his chest and he yelped, glaring at you as you glared at him.

“Perv.” You muttered.

“You’re the pervert. You’re the one who seduced me when I was just minding my own business. I really have corrupted you already.” 

SMACK.

“OW!”

You finished setting up the banner to the pool room, pridefully looking at it. You had hand made it and spent hours on it, excited to finally hang it up. Chan had also helped with it, staying after his swim meets and practices to help you. You both had been spending more time together recently, more time than you even noticed. He was just always there, even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

“Y/N!” You heard one of the swimmers, Hyunjin, call, beckoning you over to the pool.

You, being curious, decided to go see what was up. You walked over and he pointed to the water.

“Can you check that thermostat real quick?” He asked.

You being slightly naive didn’t think that hey, he was a swimmer, he could just get right up in there and check it. Instead, you leaned foreword and looked down, squinting your eyes at it. You were about to read it when two arms grabbed you and dragged you into the water, making you yelp. Your body went under and you desperately searched for the floor, anxiety making your breath knocked out of you as you tried to break to the surface.

You couldn’t swim, and you had almost drowned at one point, making water one of your biggest fears. And now you were stuck in that position again, your lungs screaming for air as you tried to kick your legs. You felt strong arms grab you and lift you out of the water. You coughed and sputtered water as Chan lifted you out of the pool, shock and worry on his face.

“Can you not swim?” He asked in disbelief.

“No.” You choked, coughing out water as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

You shoved him away from you, anger and fear searing through you, as he had been the one that dragged you under.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He said, his eyes still wide.

You pushed past him and grabbed your stuff, hurrying out and rushing back to your dorms. You locked yourself in your dorm, sobs shaking your body as you were still fighting off the anxiety and embarrassment. You curled into yourself, still soaked, as your phone rang, and you saw Chan’s caller ID. But you didn’t pick up, you didn’t answer his text. You just cried by yourself, wishing you could just disappear.

You didn’t like parties. scratch that, you hated them. They were always over crowded, smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and teen pregnancies, and no one ever had a good intention there. You haven’t been to many college parties, always straying away from them.

But tonight was different, to say the least. Minho had dragged you to a frat party, since he was friends with the host, who turned out to be Hyunjin. You were standing with Minho, a solo cup in your hand as you had decided to drink for once. You sipped on your drink as Minho talked to the other guys, just zoning in and out of the conversation. You were also distracted, as Chan was there, Yenna clinging to his arm as usual. He was talking with his roommate, Changbin, not paying her any attention. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking, but seeing her all over him kind of pissed you off.

You and Chan have hooked up a total of 13 times in the past month and a half, but ever since the incident, neither of you have spoken. He never talks about Yenna, but with the way he lets her cling to him has you questioning if he’s sleeping with her too. But why should you care? It’s not like you two were dating, and you hated him. At least, you were supposed too. You kept your eyes on Minho for the most part, but they also tended to wander to Chan. He never once glanced at you, that you’ve noticed. 

Yenna leaned a little too close to his face and you finally decided to distract yourself. You put your cup down and excused yourself to the bathroom, slowly making your way through the crowd of people who were either dry humping each other or making out. You half stumbled through them to make it to the bathroom, about to reach for the knob when the door opened. Your eyes widened when you recognized the guy you had almost bumped into while leaving the swim tournament. He gave you a friendly smile, and you looked at him in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“We love us some parties, and we got invited. We don’t like to pass up generous offers.” He said with a smile.

“Ah, I see.” You said awkwardly.

“Do you wanna drink a bit? You’re like, the only nice one here.” He pouted.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug

.He led you to the kitchen, the both of you taking jello shots and talking. He kept pushing drinks on you, making you very drunk. You never get like this, so the feeling is new as you’re nearly wasted. He keeps trying to hand you even more drinks, but you start declining them. You knew you fucked up after the last shot, and now you felt sick. You went to excuse yourself, when he grabbed your arm.

“Too drunk?” He asked.

You nodded and he led you outside into the cool night air, and you felt grateful for him doing so. That is, until you realized his intentions. He slammed his lips into yours, and you quickly pushed him away, backing away from him. That kiss was nothing like Chan’s, not one bit. Chan’s was always full of passion, while this guys was full of pure lust and hunger. You backed away from him and his expression became angry.

“You led me on.” He snarled angrily, stepping up to you. 

You backed into the wall, tears filling your eyes as you began to cower away from him. You didn’t understand what he was talking about, you had only been nice.

“You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You must sleep around with a bunch of guys, since you seem to flirt with every guy in sight.” He spit at you, making your stomach churn.

He smirked as he realized you were trapped between the outside of the house and him, his eyes dangerous.

“I’ll treat you like a whore then.” He snarled, his lips almost crashing against yours again.

You closed your eyes and tried to push him away, when suddenly he grunted and staggered back, clutching his jaw. You looked up and saw Chan standing in front of you, his eyes dark as his jaw was clenched and tight. The kid stepped up to Chan and Chan swung again, catching his face and tossing him on the ground. 

You trembled as you felt someone grab you and pull you away, and you recognized Changbin. Minho instantly came out of the house, checking you over and sighing with relief. 

“Hyunjin distracted everyone else.” He informed Changbin.

“Good. This kid needs to get his ass out of here, him and his goon friends.” Changbin said.

“Y/N?”

You lifted your head and saw Chan approaching you quickly, grabbing your face and looking you over.

“Are you okay, are you hurt?” He asked, his voice shaking with anger.

“I-I’m okay.” You stuttered out.

He sighed in relief and pulled you into his chest, his arms around you tight. You leaned into him, half for comfort, half because you were so trashed you couldn’t hold yourself up. His hand stroked your hair as he rested his cheek on your head before looking at Minho.

“I’m gonna take her back to my dorm.” He informed him.

Minho nodded and looked back at the kids friends who were looking for him.

“Go, we’ll take care of this.” Minho said as Changbin smiled at him.

Chan lifted you into his arms and brought you to his car, buckling you in before heading back to his dorms. You kept dozing off, your head feeling heavy as you leaned it against the window. Chan didn’t say a single word until you got back to his dorm. You immediately headed for the toilet, throwing up your stomach content. You felt his hands gently pull your hair back into a make shift pony tail, holding your hair out of your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you finished, sitting down on the floor.

“Do you ever drink this much?” He asked.

You shook your head and he sighed, going to his dresser and bringing an over sized T-shirt. You went to move but almost fell over, so he helped you rid of all of your clothes besides your panties. He slipped the T-shirt over your head and handed you his bottle of mouth wash. You rinsed your mouth as he went to get the bed set up. When he came back, you were leaning against the door frame, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Do you feel sick again?” He asked, walking over and grabbing you by your elbows.

You shook your head and stepped into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You felt his one hand stroke your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he held you tightly.

“I was so scared.” You whimpered into his strong chest. “I didn’t think you were going to come for me. I didn’t think anyone was.”

His arm tightened around you, his hand cradling your head into him. His breathing was ragged as he got mad again, his cheek resting on your head.

“His kisses, th-they weren’t like yours. They were gross and made me feel gross.” You said with a small sob.

“I know baby, I know. It’s all okay now, he can’t touch you. I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He said softly.

He brought you to his bed, sliding in with you and pulling you into his arms. His one arm was tucked under your head, the other pushing your hair out of your face. Your hand found his as you looked at the open wounds on his knuckle, your eyes lifting to his.

“It’s okay.” He said softly as he wiped a tear that slipped out of your one eye.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, that was his fault.” Chan said, trying to soothe you.

“Not just that, but for being so mean to you after you didn’t know I couldn’t swim. I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” You sobbed.

“Shhh, it’s okay babygirl. Let’s get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.” He said softly.

You nodded and slid closer into his arms, burying your face into his chest. You fell asleep to him stroking your hair, and to his steady heartbeat.

You winced as you held your pounding head, groaning. Chan looked over at you, his back against the pillows as he had been up for a bit. He reached across his table and handed you two painkillers and a bottle of water.

“Take these.” He said.

You took the medication and laid back down, your eyes on his busted knuckle. He noticed you looking at it and slid down to your level, turning on his side to look at you. You looked back at him as he stretched his hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. You moved closer into his touch, and he instinctively did too. Your lips met in a soft kiss, his hand on your jaw softly. When you pulled away you both looked at each other, your eyes scanning each others.

“His kisses really weren’t like yours.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of kissed you after that happened.” He sighed, about to get up.

You slipped your hand on his cheek, shaking your head.

“I like your kisses, Chan.” You admitted with a blush.

He smiled at you and leaned in, his lips meeting yours sweetly. You closed your eyes and melted into his kiss, the kisses you liked. Your fingers slid over his cheek, his hand on your waist a he brought you close to him. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you gave him the entry he was craving for. You tangled your fingers in his wavy locks as your tongues danced, his quickly putting yours back in it’s place. He pulled away and started to kiss your jaw, when you stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worry in his tone.

“You always please me, I think it’s time for me to learn to please you.” You said.

“You don’t have too, Y/N.” He said with a small blush.

“I want too, I want to learn.” You pressed, your innocent eyes determined.

“Fine.” He agreed, sitting up.

You got between his legs and rubbed his hardening legnth through his boxers, making him hiss.

“Don’t even try to tease babygirl, I’ll put you right back in your place.” He informed you with a smirk.

You pouted but obeyed, slipping his thick length from his boxers. You gave him a questionable look and he chuckled.

“Start with the head, you can even just spit on your hand to slick it up so you can rub it a bit.” He said.

You nodded and spit on your hand before rubbing it up and down his length, making him bite his lip. You pumped his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb.

“Okay, now start with the head, use your tongue first.” He instructed.

You nodded and gave his tip a light kiss before swirling your tongue around the head, making him inhale sharply. You licked up the side of his shaft, making him close his eyes in bliss. You slowly sucked his tip into your mouth, making him let out a small moan.

“You’re doing good babygirl, now take some of me down your throat.” He ordered.

You looked at him as you slid his length down your throat, his girth making your jaw tense. You pushed the thought to the back of your head as you began to slowly bob your head up and down. Chan let out a hiss and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up.

“A little less teeth, hollow out your cheeks like this.” He instructed, showing you how to hollow them out.

You went back down on him and did what he said, hollowing out your cheeks as you took him down your throat. His head rolled back and leaned on the wall, a soft groan leaving his lips as his tip began to hit the back of your throat. His fingers dug into your hair, holding it out of your face as you swirled your tongue every time you came to the tip. He let out a small grunt and pulled you away from his length, his eyes hooded as he pushed you onto your back.

“Was it bad?” You asked, worried that’s why he pulled you away.

“It was perfect, but I think you deserve a reward for doing so well.” He purred.

He slipped between your legs and pressed his tip to your entrance before slowly slipping inside of you with little resistance. You both let out sighs of relief as he slipped up to the hilt inside of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he rolled his hips into yours lazily.

“You’re so soaked babygirl, did making me feel good turn you on that much?” He asked with a groan.

“I love making you feel good Chris.” You moaned as his hips rolled deeply into yours, making your toes curl every time he entered you.

The early morning sun casted a beautiful glow on his honey skin as he thrusted into you slow, but deep. He pressed soft kisses on your jaw line as hips snapped into yours, your fingers digging into his back. His hips slightly picked up the pace as he panted.

“I’m not gonna last long babygirl.” He rasped.

“Me either C-Chris, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

All it took was his fingers to rub lazy figure eights onto your clit for you to see stars, a soft moan of his name leaving your lips. He rode out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach, the hot spurts shooting up to your boobs.

“Shit, sorry.” He rasped.

“Its okay.” You said tiredly, the both of you looking at each other with blissed out faces.

He grabbed his shirt and wiped you clean before wrapping an arm around your waist, his head on your chest as he yawned. 

“I could use a nap.” He murmured.

You smiled as you played with his hair until his breathing became softer, indicating he was asleep. You closed your eyes and drifted off, a smile on your face.

You took down the banner as the tournaments were over for the next few months. You felt relieved though, now Chan could finally rest and stop over working himself. As you took down the tournament posters and other things, you thought about everything with Chan. You had hated him, everything about him, and now? You didn’t know what it was, but you knew you it wasn’t hate. Was it love? 

But how could it be? You promised yourself and made the deal with Chan to not fall in love. Had you broken your most sacred rule to yourself?

The sound of the heavy doors opening and shutting made you jump, ripping you from your thoughts. You turned to see Yenna and her two friends approaching you. When they got in front of you, Yenna folded her arms and looked you up and down.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Actually you can, by staying away from Chan.” She said bitterly.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, slightly amused.

“You heard me. Stay away from Chan. He could never like a bitch like you anyways.” 

“Then what are you so worried for?” You asked, arching a brow.

“Oh trust me, I’m not worried. It’s just annoying and pathetic when the ugly duckling tries to get in the way.”

“Well, this ugly duckling is just minding her damn business, and so should you.” You said firmly.

“What was that?” She asked, irritation in her voice.

“You heard me, mind your damn business. It’s none of your business who I’m with, or who Chan’s with.” You said.

She stared at you for a moment before scoffing, a smirk on her face.

“I hate to do this to you, but it’s a shame I know your little secret.” She said.

“What?” You asked.

Your eyes widened when you felt her push you, your body plummeting into the deepest end of the pool. You instantly began to thrash around, your lungs screaming as you sunk straight to the bottom. You tried to move your arms, but your body was frozen with fear and anxiety.

I’m sorry Chris.

You closed your eyes and decided it was best to let fate take you, when you felt a pair of familiar strong arms grab you and lift you from the water. You felt yourself being laid on the cold floor as you coughed and gagged, whimpers leaving your lips as you fought for air. You felt hands on your cheeks and saw Chan’s face, his voice ringing in and out of your ears.

‘Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked.

You blinked at him and nodded, earning a sigh of relief from him as he pulled you into his arms. You noticed he was soaked and realized he had jumped in to save you. You buried your face into his shoulder, tears streaking down your face as you still fought to breathe. Chan lifted you into his arms and began to walk out of the pool room when Yenna stepped in front of him.

“Chan we were just-”

He whipped his head around to face her, his eyes holding daggers in them. He looked as if he wanted to kill the bitch on the spot.

“If you ever come near us again I’ll break your fucking arms you fucking psycho bitch.” He growled.

Yenna backed away and Chan carried you out the doors and to his car, flying to his dorm.

When you got back, he quickly put you in his large shirt that just came out of the dryer before pulling you in between his legs and into his arms.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He whispered.

“It’s okay Chris.” You said, stroking his cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. She must’ve seen us together at some point. I’m so sorry, I should’ve done a better job at keeping it on the down low.” He said, his voice shaking.

“Wait, that’s why you wanted to keep it a secret?” You asked.

“Yeah, why else would I want too?” He asked.

“I-I thought it was so I wouldn’t ruin your reputation. I thought if someone found out you’d be embarrassed for sleeping with someone like me.” You said.

‘Someone like you? Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with you.” He said firmly.

You blushed and looked at him as he rubbed his face, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“Chris-”

“I’m sorry. This is my fault.” He said, tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.

Tears filled your own eyes as you rubbed his cheek, looking at his lost expression.

“If it’s your fault it’s mine too.” You said softly.

“How?” He asked.

“I broke the number one rule Chris. I fell in love with you like an idiot. I fell in love knowing we can’t, but I did.” You said, tears streaming down your eyes. 

He looked at you in shock as you cried, wiping your tears with your arms. 

“I’m sorry Chris.” You sobbed softly, trying to hide your face.

You felt his hands grab your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, making your heart hammer against your chest.

“Idiot... I love you too.” He whispered against your lips.

“You do?” You asked, looking at him in shock.

“I do, Y/N. So, so much.” He whispered. “And I always have, even before we started hooking up. I loved the way you acted like you hated me. I loved how you could reject and stand up to me. I loved you from the start.”

You both smiled at each other as your lips melted together in a passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair as he lifted you up and pushed you onto his bed, a soft look in his eye.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.” He rasped as he kissed all along your neck.

You purred as he rubbed your clit through your panties, his other hand lifting his over sized shirt. He lifted it over your head and kissed every piece of exposed skin he could find. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered between kisses.

You threaded your fingers through his hair as he left love bites and kisses all over your skin. He looked at you with so much passion, so much love. He kissed your lips as he worked his pants down his legs, pulling his length out. He rubbed it on your slit before looking into your eyes as he sunk into you, your pussy hugging his dick like a vice. He pressed his forehead against your own as he began to rock his hips into yours, his pace starting off fast.

“I love you.” You whimpered against his lips as you kissed him again.

“I love you too babygirl.”  He rasped, his lips melting into yours.

Loud slapping sounds filled your ears as he pounded you into the bed, soft grunts and your moans making into the most beautiful song. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and pounded into you, making you cry out at the deep angle.

“Y-You’re so fucking deep Chris.” You whimpered, your hands squeezing the pillows behind your head for dear life.

“Does it feel good baby?” He asked in between pants as his hips slapped off of yours.

“So, so good Chris.” You moaned, eyes rolling back as your back arched. “So fucking thick.”

“You’re so- fuck- tight.” He groaned.

“Ch-Chris, cum inside me, please.” You whimpered as his length fucked you dumb.

“You want to be my little- shit - cum slut before my girlfriend huh?” He teased.

“Please Chris, I want it.” You whimpered shamelessly.

His eyes darkened as he lifted you both up, sitting on his knees as he bounced you up and down his thick length as he pounded into you. Your cries and moans filled the room, the sound of skin slapping accompanying it with his grunts and groans. He buried his face into your chest as you began to clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum Chris, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

“Cum babygirl, cum for me.” He rasped.

You came with a scream of his name, your body tensing and your back arching. Your nails dug into his back, blood dripping down the little crescent shapes you made. You felt his body shudder and warmth splash against your walls as he came with a groan, his arms tightening around you.

You both panted as he slowly laid you both down on your sides, his dick still buried deep inside of you. He rubbed your hip and kissed your forehead as you came down from your high. When you calmed down, he caught your lips in a kiss, a smile on his face.

“Will you officially be mine Y/N?” He asked.

You stroked his cheek and nodded, burying your face into his chest. He hummed as he stroked your hair, content now.

“I’m happy I asked you when I did, I’m so happy it was you. I’m so happy it is you.” You confessed.

He smiled down at you and kissed your head, stroking your cheek.

“I’m happy too. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too Chris. So, so much.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

That night, you fell asleep in Chan’s arms, as close as you two could get. You were finally with your first, and hopefully your last, love.

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[bitchiha]

hey!!! can you maybe do any of the boys that your heart would like and the request is; “them seeing/meeting your ex boyfriend for the first time” | so like the shisuirequest??

A/N: Yes I can write this for you!! I chose to write it for Kiba, Naruto and Sai! Bc Sai doesn’t get enough love =(^.^)=

✎ Meeting their s/o’s ex boyfriend!

Kiba

So allow me to paint the scene: it all starts when Kiba is walking you home from one of your routine walks together. He’s got his arm around your waist and he’s telling you about how Hianata almost passed out this morning when Naruto said hi to her. You both laugh as he finishes the memory and Akamaru trails behind you two panting happily.

You live on a pretty busy village street. So you normally see people you know all the time around your house. They’re always passing by to get groceries or go to one of the food stands nearby. So when someone calls out your name you turn around casually — expecting to see Shino or something.

But who you did not expect to see was your ex boyfriend running up to you, pushing passed people on the crowded street without batting an eye. He was kind of a douchebag.

Kiba immediately stops laughing as he feels your back tensing up around his arm. Akamaru starts growling lowly as a response to sensing both yours and Kibas alert.

Tbh tho.. The reason you’re probably the most panicked is because this is Kiba Inuzuka, you’re hotheaded boyfriend who’s just a smidge bit possessive... and he’s meeting your ex boyfriend who’s overconfident and well, for lack of better words - a douchebag.

Your ex walks up to you two and sizes up Kiba and omfg that pisses your boyfriend off. “Y/n, who’s this guy.” Definitely shows his canines (is it an accident? or did he do it to intimidate this dude? You’ll never know.)

Anyways, your ex is cocky as shit — let’s call him Makki. So he interrupts you before you even get the chance to explain to Kiba who he is, “-Oh y/n, you’ve never mentioned me? I’m Makki, her ex boyfriend.”

Dude probably eats up the pissed off look on Kibas face. Like he’s yikes lmfao he’s really pissed off.

Like who does this cocky shit think he is?? Kiba is ready to fight lol “Oh yeah buddy, that’s real good for yo-“

Your ex just cuts him off... like blatantly ignores Kiba and turns to you, “It’s been a while y/n, you still look as gorgeous as ever...” he winks at you and Kiba growls LMFAOO, but Makki just ignores him. “We’d been together for so long y/n, so how come I never knew you liked... dogs so much.” He stares at Kiba right when he says dogs and he gives him this appalled expression on his face

Kibas confused for a second bc dogs are cute....“But there’s nothing wrong with dogs- oh wait! Hey were you trying to insult me you knucklehead!”

HOLD KIBA BACK HOLD KIBA BACK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

So you’ve got your boyfriend held back, but you forgot about Akamaru.. rookie mistake. Now that giant dog is running towards Makki and the boy starts sprinting for dear life.

Kiba has a good laughing fit at the sight, “that’ll show him.” But you’re concerned because yes your ex is a douchebag and you did enjoy watching him run away scared, but you don’t want Akamaru to get in trouble for this. So you tell Kiba to go find Akamaru this instant.

“All right all right I’ll get em now... See you tomorrow, same time as today?” You nod hurriedly, wanting him to go Asap. You watch him run off before opening the door to your house and going inside.

Which was another rookie mistake.

Once you were inside he stopped running. He placed his hands behind his neck in a relaxed way as he strolled down the street, whistling like he didn’t have a dog to chase down.

“Have at em’ Akamaru”

Naruto

Yup.. you guessed it, this takes place at Ichirakus. It’s a Friday night and you two had no missions or other commitments to take care of, so he swung by your place and insisted you two go out for ramen.

So there you two sat, chatting away between mouthfuls of ramen when your ex boyfriend slides into the seat next to you.

Narutos oblivious tbh.

Like your ex just sits an elbow on the table and looks at you with a smirk, “hey, y/n, long time no see.” And you’re like.. ew wtf are you doing here.

Unlike Kiba, Naruto can’t pick up on your distaste, he just thinks it’s an old friend of yours. “Hey babe, who’s this guy?”

Your ex just introduces himself by his name and you decide to leave it at that, if you tell Naruto he’s your ex he will just get difficult to handle. So, you introduce Naruto as Naruto to avoid your ex getting all competitive too.

So you kinda avoid all relationship talk altogether and just completely skip over that fact. Honestly you’re half glad you did because Naruto actually gets along with him. Like for starters they both like ramen, are knuckleheaded and very loud. You definitely have a type. And they’re super funny too, so the whole time they’re just kinda laughing with eachother.

Had a good 15 minute long conversation about their favourite instant noodle brand and roasted you for the brand you liked. “Really y/n, that’s shameful.” They both say it in unison.

Also, your ex didnt have the intention to come into Ichirakus and crash your date, it was just a coincidence. So there was no ulterior motives to his presence and he’s not the type of guy to do it tbh. To top it all off he ends up paying for the ramen. Your ex literally pays for both you and Narutos ramen.

Such a weird experience for you tbh, but it’s also kinda funny to watch them both oblivious to your relationship with them.

At the end of the night when your ex heads home, you tell Naruto. Like you’re strolling through the busy Friday night rush and you finally spring it on him because he won’t shut up about your ex.

“Wow that guy was so cool y/n, never knew you had friends like that!” “Well actually Naruto, hes sorta my ex boyfriend.”

His eyes pop out of his head. “WHAT and you’re just telling me this now??” He’s in his head like: damn I should have showed off more or I should have made more jokes to prove that I’m the better one. He’s also like: shit he’s so cool how can he compete???!!1!1!1

Tries to hate your ex from then on, but they’re just so alike he literally cannot.

Luckily you don’t ever run into him like that again.

Sai

So.. let’s just be real here.. if you’re dating Sai you clearly have a type. You go for those emo little artsy boys. The only problem is that your ex boyfriend was an emo preppy rich art boy. You couldn’t stand his attitude anymore so you two broke up.

The only problem is that you live in the Leaf village and there’s very limited art events, so you would always bump into him. Luckily you hadn’t run into him with Sai around.. until now lol

You’re with Sai at an art exhibit that you managed to get him to submit work for. He was hesitant at first, but he gave in because you kept asking, and if he was being honest he wouldn’t mind showing some of his pieces.

So there you two are, standing together like that emo art couple that you are when your ex boyfriend walks in. He literally looks like the definition of avant garde. When he sees you he’s prepared to make some condescending comment, but then he sees Sai and he’s like: oh shit

Let’s be real here if anyone saw you and Sai together it would be an “oh shit” moment. You’re just an art power couple. That doesn’t mean your exes snobbiness would let him back down though.

So, this dude wants to prove he’s superior. When he walks up to the two of you he flat out interrupts the conversation and is like, “y/n, nice to see you,” then he turns to Sai and jusy gets down to business “so? You like art, then?”

Sai doesn’t comprehend the hostility in your ex’s tone so he answers it with a smile, prepared to tell him that this is actually his exhibit before he’s Interrupted again. “-Oh so you like art then? Okay, describe what mediums are used here.” your ex points at one of Sai’s paintings, not aware that he literally fucking painted it because he didn’t let Sai finish speaking.

So of course Sai answers and goes into a whole ramble about what mediums and why and how they bring out the details. Your ex kinda stands there like: “oh shit” again bc damn, he knows his shit.

He just points at another painting and is like, “what about this one.” And as your ex turns to study it better himself he realizes it’s literally you. It’s a painting that Sai did of you when you two first met eachother, you’re laying on the grass laughing and there’s orange hues dancing across your face indicating that the sun is setting. It’s one of Sais absolute favourites.

It’s such a bomb ass fucking painting and your ex just kinda stares at it confused and shook and you have to explain, “my boyfriends work is in this exhibit, he painted that one of me.”

But as I said, your ex is a douchebag and he’s not going to let your boyfriend get a compliment from him so he just goes, “hmph, it’s nothing special.”

And that kinda bothers Sai because that’s his girlfriend in that painting therefore it is very special.

You know where this is going. Naruto said the same line to him before LOL

So Sai hits him with this signature line, “just like your dick.” AND HE SAYS IT W THE FAKE SMILE LMFAO

Now your ex is literally dead. Like he’s flamed. On the floor straight up incinerated. And your trying to hide your laughter.

Security has to escort the guy out.

Very memorable moment for the two of you.

10/10

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[threeletterslife]

01 | Illegirl

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity (like y/n really needs to tone it down lmao) & kissing/making out

→ wordcount: 6.2k

With your head tucked under the pages of a textbook that's literally heavier than twice your weight, your hand furiously flies across the surface of your messy, but meticulous notes. At this point, you've been writing for so long that you don't feel the pain of hand cramps anymore.

Curse your fucking philosophy teacher for not succumbing to technology. Your notes would've taken you thirty minutes to complete instead of three hours had you been able to type them out.

But it's not like you're complaining about the workload. You lowkey like learning, therefore you like school. Besides, you're a diligent person. Once you start studying, there's really no turning back until you finish. In fact, nothing can distract you from your studies. Well maybe except—

"Hey, Y/N!" Seokjin screams from the kitchen.

Your head jerks up so fast hearing your cousin's voice that you wince from the neck strain. Cursing profanities under your breath, you shout back, "What?!"

"It's about dinner!" Seokjin yells.

You perk up. God, you weren't really the sporty type but Jin told you using your brain burns more calories than running a mile. But what can you expect from a theatre major? Still, you would use any excuse to eat as much as you do.

"I've invited a friend over to eat with us!" your cousin hollers.

Slightly frowning, you wonder since when Jin had friends that had come over. Your frown wavers away. Maybe you should be happy your cousin was socializing for once and not worry about the idea of some stranger coming to your house to eat.

You sigh as you push away from your desk, standing up to make your way to the kitchen for a more elaborate explanation.

"Who's the friend?" you ask, casually. "I mean, more importantly, what are you cooking?"

Jin's back was turned from you, his arms moving swiftly across the stove in a graceful manner you know you can never master. But you hear him chuckle at your priorities.

"Today's menu is steak," Jin says heartily.

Ah, steak. Why hadn't I been able to guess? The tender and cordial aroma should've pointed all fingers to your favorite meal.

"And the friend? Park Jimin," Jin answers dreamily and you can tell your cousin's just falling in love with his steak sizzling on the pan. He's always like that (dramatic and passionate).

"Park Jimin?" you repeat, sliding into a chair next to the kitchen island. "Doesn't ring a bell. So where'd you meet him?"

"Well, he's my co-worker." Jin shrugs nonchalantly as he places the sizzling steak on a platter, seasoning it passionately.

"Huh? Co-worker?" You frown. "Wait he's a teacher too?"

Jin was your school's arts and drama teacher, always staying out late for theater practice and unfortunately dragging you out with him because "you can't survive on your own."

"Yeah. Maybe Mr. Park might ring a bell?" Jin suggests.

Your eyes enlarge at the familiar name and the realization hits you like a big, fat freight train. "Mr. Park?!" you screech like a barn owl. "My math teacher?!"

Your cousin's head snaps up from smelling his precious steak. "Oh? He's your teacher?"

"Um, yes!" you yell, throwing your hands aggressively in the air. "Oh my GOD. This is gonna be so awkward! Jin! Just because you live a Hollywood life, doesn't mean you can drag me into that crazy shit too! Really? A student eating with her fucking teacher? What kind of fucked up fuckery is that?!"

"Language!" Jin warns. "You're just over-dramatizing things, baby cousin," he laughs. "I told you, you should pursue acting."

"I'm not joking!" you seethe, your face turning red as you imagine the future awkwardness that would ensue between you and Mr. Park. Not that you have anything against him.

Jin just rolls his eyes. "Then just stay in your room," he says. "Besides, you better get used to him being around. Jimin's a chill dude, I'll be hanging out with him a lot more. I'm sure he won't mind you."

You sigh. "Yeah, but I'd rather not take the chances... I mean, not when this man can change my grades with one button."

Jin chuckles. "And why would he do that? You're probably his best student. Isn't math that class you have over a hundred in, right now?"

"Well, yeah, but you never know," you protest.

"Wow, what a nerd."

"Um, not a nerd," you reply. "Just smarter than you."

Jin scoffs, placing a delicate hand to his chest as he mocks offense. "Excuse me, baby cousin, I happen to be almost a decade older than you."

You laugh out loud. "A decade doesn't seem like it helped you much," you tease, never losing an argument, no matter how small and pathetic. "But anyways. Are you sure Mr. Park will be chill?  I'm that weird kid in his class that never socializes but sets the curve for every test, you know? I'm that nerd..."

Jin chuckles. "You worry too much. Don't you know teachers love students that excel in their class? Besides, Jimin knows you're my cousin. It'll be okay," Jin chirps as he grins at his piping hot steak. "It'll be fine..."

"It'll be okay, he said, it'll be fine, he said!" you grumble. "Fucking idiot!"

Normally, Jin would've yelled at you for your profanities, but at the moment, he was too wasted to give a fuck. "Maybe I shouldn't have drunk my stress," he giggles. "Jimin, your beer is delicious."

"Yee, boi," Jimin answers, waving his arms around drunkenly.

You can't believe your eyes, or ears for that matter. Your usually formal, sharp, calm and collected math teacher had first shown up wearing severely ripped jeans, a loose, black t-shirt and jewelry. And now he was drunk.

Originally, you had been stuck in your room, quietly and innocently, you might add, eating a piece of steak. Honestly, you were pretending like you didn't even exist. It was only when you heard the loud clinkings of those beer cans when you knew you would have to take action sometime. Your cousin was not a good drinker.

Your teacher, who usually looks like a Mr. Park for god's sake, with his ties and button-up collar shirts now looks like a Jimin with his choice of stylish garments and a pair of dangly earrings. Jimin runs his fingers through his messy black hair that's usually so well-combed and gelled. Then, his alluring chocolate eyes fixate on you.

"Baby girl, why don't you have a drink?" he asks you, waving his (empty) beer can at you.

You have a wordless reaction, staring at your teacher in absolute horror. You're 110% sure he doesn't remember you're his student.

Goddamn, he's so wasted.

"Jin, my man, she's hot. Who is she?" Jimin asks as he flashes a charming smile at you, throwing in a wink as well.

You have no idea why your stomach flips. But you're pretty sure it has something to do with the seductive way your teacher is looking at you. You would've never thought Jimin could have this sort of side to him.

"No touchy, touchy, my dude," Jin slurs. "She's my baby cousin."

Jimin winks at you again.

And of course, you feel at least a hundred butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Had you known Jimin was this attractive? No. But did you know now? Hell yeah.

Still, he's your teacher... "I'm your student," you sigh, staring at the drunken man in pity.

"Ooh," Jimin grins flirtatiously. "Kinky."

Now it's your turn to run your fingers through your hair. "T-That..." you sigh. "That's borderline perverted," you murmur.

Jin giggles. "Y/N, you have no—" your cousin pauses his sentence, suddenly holding his stomach and frowning. "Ooh, I don't feel too good," he announces. Then, he curls up and with such obnoxious noise, wretches out the steak he'd consumed.

You instantly jerk your head away, afraid you'll vomit if you catch the sight of Jin's half-digested food. Yes, you like food, but not when it's in that kind of state.

"Oh my god, Jin!" you whine, annoyance and some form of anger coursing through your veins. "I told you not to drink, goddammit!"

Your cousin only grins, swaying his body back and forth to a song that's not even playing. Sighing, you hurriedly grab a wet rag, cursing profanities and saying 'ew' every three seconds as you attempt to clean up the vomit. You're literally forcing your stomach to stay calm at the disturbing sight and stench.

You're even more ticked off that your cousin is just smiling like a total buffoon right next to you. "I'M A FUCKING DECADE YOUNGER THAN YOU SO WHY AM I ACTING LIKE A FUCKING MOTHER RIGHT NOW?" you shriek as you throw the rag to the side to glare at Jin.

Except, he was passed out. You scoff. "Unbelievable!" You push Jin over with your hand. "Jin! Wake the fuck up!"

"Ooh, baby girl, I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth," Jimin purrs, taking hold of his can of beer and Jin's, clinking them together and laughing as if it were the funniest sight in the world.

You glare at your so-called teacher. "If you weren't in charge of my grades you'd be dead," you seethe.

"What's that, baby girl?" Jimin asks. "I think you might have to be closer for me to hear you." And with that, he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you down into his lap.

Momentarily, you're too shocked to have any sort of reaction. It takes a while for you to even realize you're sitting on your teacher's lap. "Ji—I mean, Mr. Park!" you shriek, trying to scramble up.

But Jimin holds you firm, staring deeply into your eyes as if he could see your soul. And something about that stops your squirming. You are still.

"Beautiful," Jimin mumbles as he softly touches the side of your cheek.

Your heart is beating fast and you can feel your cheeks starting to heat up. Why was this making you feel so... weird?

"Beauty is from the outside," Jimin states, moving his head closer to yours. That surely ruined the moment.

You frown. "I think you mean beauty is from the inside," you correct.

"Whatever," Jimin mumbles, continuing to admire your face. "Who are you?" he asks. "Such a beauty..."

"Your fucking student," you reply smartly, scrunching your nose. You? A beauty? I don't fucking think so.

"Kinky," Jimin says again. He slowly intertwines his fingers with yours. "I like you."

What. The. Fuck.

Now you're just internally screaming. Yes, you admit your math teacher is rather... hot. Yes, you admit that he has some sort of magnetic field that attracts you. And yes, you admit you don't feel too bad sitting in his lap (oh boy). But you know, in the back of your head, this is somewhat illegal. After all, some internet research (a.k.a stalking) showed that Jimin was 24. You're 17. It just isn't going to happen.

"Cool," you respond. "Glad that I'm liked. Um... Imma get going now..." you try to smoothly escape from Jimin's lap. But it's just not your day.

Jimin tugs you back, his hand wrapped around your wrist tightly. "No." He grins. "You." His hand holds yours. "Will." His other hand cups your warm, flushed cheeks. "Stay." His lips meet yours.

He does it so quickly that you have little to no time to stop him. And once in the kiss, there was no turning back.

Your teacher tastes like beer as his tongue explores your lips, sucking and even biting softly. And as the love-deprived person as you are, you don't stop him. Instead, you respond by wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck. Then before you realize it, or even stop yourself, you're kissing him back. The heat of the moment thing, you guess.

Jimin pulls you closer to his face, the hand that had been holding yours is set on your waist, securing you.

That's when you realize this is not some random dude named Jimin. This is Park Jimin, your mathematics teacher.

"Fuck!" you shriek as you aggressively break the kiss—or more like make out session—your lips leaving your teacher's with a little 'pop.'

Jimin stares at you in confusion, his eyebrows scrunching over his wide, curious eyes. "Fuck already?"

You bury your face in your hands, then realize you're still sitting in your teacher's lap. "Fuck!" you repeat as you scramble away a good two feet.

"Already?" he asks once again.

"You... you.. pervert!" you scream, flapping your arms faster than a hummingbird. "I'm 17!"

Jimin cocks his head. "How old am I again?" He grins foolishly. But cutely. His black hair is messed up even more and his soft, plump lips are slightly wet. Oh boy. You don't even want to get started on his alluring eyes.

Fuck! You shake your head, panic taking over your whole body. Not the time, Y/N!

"You don't know my age either?" Jimin asks, staring at you with puppy dog eyes. You think you're going to faint.

Get it together Y/N!

"24," you grit out. "You're 24."

At that, Jimin frowns. "Shit. You weren't lying when you said you were my student," he slurs, squinting at you as if he were looking at the sun.

"You thought I was fucking lying?!" you shriek. "Snap out of it!"

"Shit," Jimin deadpans, his dark eyes flickering. "You're Yoon Y/N," he realizes. "I'm actually fucked."

Then, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out on the floor, right next to your dumbass cousin.

You can't move. You just kissed your fucking teacher. No, you made out with him. But the worst part—you think you had enjoyed it.

You wake up in your bed with the biggest migraine you've had in a month. It's almost as if you were the one that had passed out drunk yesterday.

The morning rays are shining through your thin curtains and you sigh out, looking at the bright sight. Thank fucking god it's a Saturday. If only this migraine would go away.

Then, you realize something that makes the pain in your head amplify by ten-folds. Yesterday, you'd made out with your math teacher—in the same room as your overprotective cousin, mind you.

"Well fuck," you whisper, placing a cool finger to your lips. The very same lips that had kissed your teacher. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" you mutter aggressively.

You remember it all as if your brain had shot a movie on the spot—your teacher tugging you into his warm lap, making sexual comments, kissing you... Your face burns red. Not to mention you feel like some annoying garden gnome is hammering his huge mallet right in your head.

Fuck my migraine.

But your migraine wasn't the worst of your problems at this point. In fact, it seemed to be dwelling in your poor head because of your problems.

"How the fuck am I supposed to face him in school? Oh god, will he remember? Holy fuck—how will I cope if he doesn't recall?" you talk to yourself frantically, habitually flapping your arms around in panic.

You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down but that doesn't work. Instead, you end up burying your face in your hands, crashing back down on your bed. "I actually don't want to go to school anymore," you say. But maybe a bit too loudly.

"Y/N, DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT?" a voice practically screams from the kitchen. "You LOVE learning!" Jin screeches. "Did something happen? Are you getting bullied?"

"What? No!" you yell, exasperated. It was always up to your cousin to make a mountain out of a molehill.

"THEN WHAT HAPPENED?" Jin shouts.

You sigh. From all the yelling going back and forth, it looked like by the end of the day, your throat would hurt as much as your head. Sitting up from your bed, you make your way to the kitchen to explain yourself without having to scream your lungs out.

"Y/N, honey, you look sick," Jin says as soon as turns around from the stove, catching sight of your messy hair and dead eyes.

"Migraine," you sigh.

"I've gotchu," your cousin declares dutifully as he places an orange pill and steaming hot rice porridge in front of you. He sits down in front of you, watching with his warm eyes as you dry swallow the pill and dig in to your breakfast. "So... what happened?" he asks as you finally pause from your eating to take a breath.

"Huh?"

"Why don't you want to go to school?" Jin repeats, taking a napkin and wiping your wet chin.

You shrug. "I dunno," you lie. "It's just one of those moods."

Jin lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, just that? I thought it was something serious, Y/N! You had me worrying!"

You roll your eyes but smile. The warm and toasty porridge paired with the painkiller was really working miracles. You felt much better already.

"You always worry, Jin," you chuckle. "Shouldn't I be worried about you? You literally threw up last night."

"Yes, I know. You did a pretty bad job cleaning it up," Jin laughs. "Thanks for the attempt, though."

"Well, I was..." you attempt to explain yourself. "...Distracted."

Jin laughs, getting up to fetch your favorite dish of kimchi, placing it right in front of you. Once he sits down he watches you eat again.

"Sorry, Y/N," he apologizes suddenly, just as you shove a huge spoonful of rice and kimchi in your mouth.

"For what?" you sputter, bits of half-chewed food dribbling down your mouth. "Oops," you mutter, clumsily reaching for a napkin. But Jin was already ahead of you, dabbing at your chin once again.

"I don't know... I threw up, you tried to clean it up... You were probably annoyed that we were being so loud. Oh right, and we were both drunk..." Jin sighs.

You shake your head. "I'm not mad. You don't have to feel bad," you say.

If anything, I'm mad at myself for kissing my teacher.

Speaking of your teacher...

"So, where's Jimin?" you ask, blood immediately rushing to your cheeks just saying his name.

Oh god, why did I even ask? Now I'm going to sound suspicious.

"I'm the worst person to ask that. I don't remember much—everything's so hazy. I really shouldn't have drunk so much last night..." Jin sighs. "But why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing," you respond quickly.

If Jin had no recollection of his drunk night, then that would mean your teacher wouldn't remember... right??

"Y/N, you responded too quickly, something's up," Jin laughs, stretching back in his seat. "What happened? Spill the tea."

Well, shit. Channel your inner actress, Y/N. You've got this.

"Oh, I don't know, it was nothing, really. It was just funny to see my math teacher get wasted and faint then disappear without a trace the next day, you know?" you say casually.

"Jimin probably ditched 'cause he got embarrassed," Jin chuckles, shaking his head.

Ohohoho, you have no idea.

"Yeah, well, thanks for the breakfast, Jin," you say, getting up from your seat. "I've got a quiz in his class on Monday. Gotta study."

"Wow, how diligent," your cousin teases lightly. "Have fun," he sarcastically calls as you walk towards your room.

You roll your eyes but smile. As dumb and dramatic and drunk he could get, you can't deny that you love your cousin.

As somewhat of a nerd, you had always passed school with flying colors—especially being gifted in mathematics. On the day of Jimin's math quiz, you finish thirty minutes early and take the leisure to stretch a bit and play around with your lucky pencil.

Normally, you'd look up to see if your teacher was grading quizzes from the previous period, but today, you were doing everything possible to avoid his eye contact. Maybe you were overreacting... but that kiss, er, make out was something you couldn't just forget so easily.

Are we just going to forget that shit even happened? Then, you realize, probably yeah. Jin didn't remember what happened when he got drunk—maybe Jimin would too.

Well, shit. That's just better for me. I made out with my fucking teacher and he doesn't even remember. God, I feel like I'm in a high school romance drama.

You cringe at your inner thoughts then force yourself to focus back on your quiz.

Time to check answers.

Thirty minutes later, as soon as the bell rings, you zip right up, about to bolt from the classroom when Jimin just:

"Everyone who hasn't finished the quiz, please turn it in now! Y/N, I'll see you after class."

Your blood runs cold and you freeze. Why? WHY? WHY?

"Probably for some nerdy math geek thing," students whisper. You pray that they're right.

God forbid he remembers what happened Saturday night.

Students file quickly out of the classroom—a little too quickly. All too soon, you and Jimin were the only ones in the room. You gulp.

Jimin stands up from his desk, his fingers racing up to habitually loosen his tight, black tie. He looks so different in his school clothes and when he's sober. Your teacher coughs lightly as he walks over to your desk awkwardly.

Or maybe the awkwardness was just your stupid imagination.

"Hey, Y/N," Jimin says. "How was the quiz?"

"Uh, good," you quickly respond, turning red just facing your teacher. Please don't come any closer.

You curse inside your head as Jimin literally crouches down to your eye-level, leaning in as you automatically lean back. Your heart beats in your head as you realize your hands are sweating. Yeah, no, you didn't want confrontation. Not today, at least.

"Um... Mr. Park, I have to get to lunch," you lie, abruptly pushing back your chair and springing up from your seat. "Er... Mr. Jung, my literature teacher wanted to talk to me."

Jimin looks at you with suspicion. "Hm... I was hoping to discuss something with you," he sighs.

Goosebumps blossom on your skin. "It's urgent," you fib. "He'll get really mad at me if I don't get there in the next minute."

Jimin frowns while glancing at the class clock and sighs again. "Well then, I guess our talk can wait."

You almost cheer out loud at your victory, but calmly start to walk away from your teacher. "Thank you, Mr. Park!" you call behind you as you practically bolt out of the classroom.

Your teacher stares at the door and cocks his head. "I've never seen Jung Hoseok get mad at his students in my entire life," he mutters under his breath while shaking his head.

You're at home, stretched out on your bed, your homework finished and your tests taken. But you're still worried.

"Goddammit," you cuss.

"Woah there," Jin calls from the kitchen, his second bedroom. "Did Y/N get her first B?"

You roll your eyes. "Not possible," you call back.

"Then do you have an excuse for your profanity?!"

"Nope, not really," you sigh. "Sorry, I'll watch my language!" you shout before Jin can remind you again. Then you groan as you bury your face into your plushy pillow.

You were dreading the next day. Although you weren't sure what Jimin wanted to discuss with you, you weren't going to take any chances.

It was Tuesday.

"Y/N, I have to talk to you," Jimin says as the math class is dismissed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Park!" you say quickly. "Girl problems, I gotta get to the bathroom!" you lie.

It was Wednesday.

"Y/N, may I talk to you?" Jimin calls as soon as class is finished.

"Sorry, Mr. Park!" you say as you're already halfway out the door. "I have to see the nurse. Cramps, you know!"

"You don't seem like you're in pain!" Jimin calls as you run out.

It was Thursday.

"Y/N, we really need to talk," Jimin says as he blocks your way of the classroom.

You sigh. "I wish I could, but I need to turn in a philosophy project for Mr. Kim," you fib.

"During lunch?" Jimin sighs. You nod convincingly. "Alright, then," Jimin says. "We'll talk tomorrow."

"We'll see about that," you mumble under your breath.

It was Friday.

"Y/N. No excuses. You've been avoiding me for almost a week," Jimin says as he squats in front of your desk, literally compelling you to stay frozen in your seat.

"But Mr. Park, I kinda have to go... My cousin's taking me on a trip for this weekend and I have to leave right now."

You pat yourself on your back for this lie. Nice one, Y/N! Jin always pulls you out of school to take mini weekend trips so this was totally plausible.

Jimin laughs. "Oh, Y/N. I'm very close to Jin, you know," he says. "He can't be taking you on a trip now if I'm supposed to be going with you guys."

"What." You shake your head in disbelief, jaw practically dropping open. "No!" you deadpan.

"Yes," Jimin answers. "I've been trying to tell you this whole week, you know. Jin wasn't going to tell you until last minute because he knew you'd make some excuse not to go."

It was official. Jin had definitely lost his marbles. Trip and teacher did not go well together and you'd think someone as capable as Jin would know this. Besides, the last time you and Jimin had been together outside of school... You shudder. Nope!

"I'm going to kill my cousin!" you shriek, exasperated out of your mind.

"I mean, now it's a bit too late, don't you think?" Jimin chuckles. "We're leaving right after school."

The words hit you like a freight train. Why? Why the fuck? What the fuck? How? But most importantly, where? You swear to god if Jin had so very conveniently planned a beach trip you were actually going to murder him. Bikini and teacher are two words you don't want to see in the same sentence.

You take a deep breath, tilting your head back to pinch the bridge of your nose in an attempt to calm yourself down. When you feel like you're not going to drop f-bombs in a classroom setting anymore, you face your teacher: "So, uh, where are we going for the trip? I swear to god if it's at the beach—"

"Camping," Jimin answers quickly.

"Oh, whew!" you exclaim, placing a hand to your heart in all gladness. But apparently, you had been glad way too soon.

"Oh right, Y/N, I still need to talk to you about another thing," your teacher says, scratching his head rather awkwardly.

You freeze, your heart beating in your ears as suddenly your stomach feels like it shrunk twice its original size.

Jimin coughs awkwardly. "But, um... I think it can wait for later," he sighs. "It's not very... classroom appropriate," he whispers lowly.

Well fuck, he remembers. Fuck my life. At this point, you wonder if things can even end up worse than this. Sighing, you do the only thing that you do best: leaving.

"If it's not classroom appropriate, it's probably never appropriate," you quickly mutter as you swing your backpack over your shoulder. "Thanks for the heads up about the trip," you say. "Now, excuse me so I can go yell at my cousin."

Jimin chuckles. "Yeah, see you, Y/N. Best of luck with that."

You almost scoff. This was going to be one long weekend.

The moment you barge into familiar territory, otherwise known as Seokjin's drama classroom, you finally let your rage loose. "THE FUCKING HELL! JIN, I HATE YOU!"

Your raucous outburst startles your cousin who nearly drops a golden crown prop. You don't even give him time to react before you're ranting. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WERE KEEPING THIS FUCKING CAMPING TRIP FROM ME!"

"Woah, there, Y/N. Slow down," Jin says in a soothing tone as if he were trying to calm a wild horse. "The camping trip?" he questions, cocking his head.

"YEAH! THE ONE WHERE YOU SO CONVENIENTLY INVITED JIMIN!"

Jin's confused face flashes with recognition as he nods. "Oh yeah, the camping trip. Sorry."

"Sorry won't fucking cut it!" you shriek. "And really? With Jimin too?!"

Jin sighs. "Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I just wanted some bonding time with my best friend. You know that I've haven't had friends in years. And I would've just left you home, but you also know that I care too much about your meals to do that. You'd literally starve to death Y/N, you really can't cook!"

His words make you feel bad for your outburst. In a way, he's right. Jin literally doesn't have a social life because of you. When you're stuck studying your ass off every day, he's the one who makes sure you get your meals. When you're in a particularly bad mood due to fluctuating hormone levels (curse puberty), he's the one who can calm you down with a good joke and a bowl of ice cream. When you had thought no one in the whole world cared for you, he's the one who swooped in and gave you the love and reassurance you needed.

In other words, you owe Jin. Big time. You know full-heartedly that your cousin decided to take you on this trip so you wouldn't be crouched in your room 25/8, skipping meals and being dangerously alone. So the least you can do is to go on the trip without complaining like a little bitch.

It'll be awkward, yes, considering it's with your teacher that you've potentially done such illegal things with. But you do have a heart, and your heart tells you it's about time to owe up to all the good Jin has done for you. It's also telling you to bite down your pride and apologize to your dear cousin—but apologizing has never really been your thing.

You sigh, scratching your head awkwardly. "Um, I guess I'm... I'm... sorry then," you mutter, looking down at your feet. God, you really don't like to admit things when you're wrong.

Jin chuckles. "You should be. Your yelling made me age a decade!" he teasingly claims. "And besides, I'm pretty sure you woke up the dead with all that cussing," he says disapprovingly. "No profanity, Y/N! At least, not in school."

"Okay, okay, sorry," you say quickly, looking down with slight shame.

You feel Jin's warm hands pinching your cheek, making you look up at him. "Thanks for understanding so quickly, you're the best Y/N." He literally giggles as he pats your cheek.

Rolling your eyes, you lightly swat your cousin's hand away. "I guess I'm just happy you're finally attempting to be social," you respond.

Jin chuckles. "Yeah, I'm trying to be a role model for you, Y/N. But anyway, now that you're here, wanna eat lunch with me?"

You give him a weird look. "Why though?"

Your cousin raises his eyebrows. "I know you eat lunch alone all the time."

Now it's your turn to raise your eyebrows. "And what if I like to eat alone?" you say defiantly.

Jin shakes his head. "Y/N, you don't like to eat alone."

You sigh in defeat. Curse Jin for knowing me better than myself! "Fine. But just this once."

"Good," Jin smiles. "I'll just tell Jimin to eat with Hoseok or something."

"Hoseok? Mr. Jung? My literature teacher?"

"Yeah, he and Jimin are close too," Jin tells you. "Jimin's so close to everyone. I wish I were like him."

You laugh. "You're amazing just the way you are," you say as you sit down on a desk and pull out the lunch Jin had made you. "I still can't believe you're choosing to eat lunch with me and literally canceling on Jimin."

Jin shrugs. "You're my baby cousin."

You smile. "And you're like the good family I never had."

As soon as you get home, you try to find your suitcase to last minutely pack for a trip you'd just been told about. But you can't find your suitcase.

"Don't bother packing! I've done it for you!" Jin calls from the kitchen. You follow his voice out and watch him as he shoves in hoards of food into fifty different bags.

"Wow. You packed for me?" you ask. "So exactly how long were you planning on keeping this trip from me?"

"As long as I could," Jin replies as he starts to cut watermelon. "Get in the car, Y/N. Jimin's probably waiting already."

"Fine," you sigh as you drag your feet to the car. You really don't want to face your math teacher. The last time you two met outside of school... it had ended quite illegally.

"Hey, Y/N," Jimin says, tugging down his dark sunglasses to give you some cute eye smile.

"That should be fucking illegal," you murmur as you slide into the back seats, seeing that Jimin had taken shotgun. You can't dare to look at your teacher without remembering that hot night.

"What should be illegal?" Jin asks as he slides into the driver's seat. "School? Wait. You're a nerd. You love school."

You roll your eyes. "Drive, asshole."

"Yes ma'am!" Jin salutes, grinning at you foolishly.

"You two are hilarious," Jimin chuckles as he leans his chair back. "I can't believe I can actually witness this for three whole days."

"Yeah, lucky you," you mumble sarcastically. "Wait—Jin. Isn't the camping place over there?" you point to the spot that Jin had passed by.

"Uh..." Jin laughs. "Silly. We're trying a different camping spot this time."

"Okay," you chirp, stretching out in the backseat. "Wake me up when we're there then."

"Sure thing," Jin says. "Sleep well, baby cousin."

You roll your eyes but smile, then you fall into a deep, peaceful slumber.

You were supposed to wake up to see a cold, damp environment with towering trees surrounding the area. You know, the kind of environment you're supposed to see when you go camping. Instead, you get the bright, hot sun beating down on you. Oh, and also, sand.

"What the f—"

"Rise n' shine, sunshine," Jin sings. "Welcome to paradise."

You laugh, attempting to straighten out your disheveled hair and discreetly as possible wipe away the bit of dried drool on your face. "Ha. Haha. Very funny, Jin. Why are we stopping by the beach to have lunch? That's so fu—freaking extra."

"Stopping by?" Jimin says from the driver's seat. Oh, what the heck they must've switched seats when you were clonked out.

You see Jin and Jimin exchange some nervous looks.

"Wait a minute... No. No... NO!" you shout, hands grasping bits of your hair, almost as if you'd pull it out any second. "This is bad. This is so, so bad."

"We didn't even say anything yet!" Jin laughs at your reaction.

"I know what you're going to say! I know where this is going!" you shriek. "We're not going camping! We're going to stay at the beach! Motherfu—"

"Now, now, Y/N. Calm down. It's the beach. It's beautiful! You can swim, we'll have a barbecue, go to nice restaurants with nice views!"

"I can't do that!" you hiss angrily.

"Why is that?" Jin asks innocently.

You kinda wanna punch his innocent-looking face at the moment.

"Because," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose, "my fucking teacher will be here," you say slowly, enunciating every word to get through your cousin's thick head. "I can't wear some bathing suit in front of my teacher!" You point accusingly at Jimin, who raises up both hands innocently.

"BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!" you shriek which sends Jin snorting in laughter.

"Y/N! Honey! For real, calm down! It doesn't matter. Just don't think of Jimin as your teacher, then you'll be fine," Jin says in his soothing voice.

"Yes, it does matter," you argue. "What if someone sees? What if someone reports?"

Jin rolls his eyes. "Relax, Y/N. We're at least six hours away from home. I highly doubt anyone we know will see us and report."

"Agreed," Jimin says. You feel slightly better that he has both of his hands on the wheel. "I promise, we won't even get drunk like last time. I didn't bring any alcohol."

"Oops," Jin giggles. "I did."

"Jin!!" you and Jimin both cry in unison.

"Your alcohol tolerance is actual shit!" you yell. "I swear to god if you get drunk again I'm gonna run you over with this car!"

"No, not my car!" Jimin shrieks, gripping his steering wheel harder.

Jin throws his head back and lets loose the largest laugh yet. "Bro, you're worried about your car but not me?"

Jimin shrugs. "Well, priorities."

You can't help but laugh as well.

So what if these two bimbleheads lied to you about this weekend vacation? You honestly hate to admit it, but having company was fun. Especially bickering company. Maybe, just maybe you'll enjoy the trip. (If you can survive the awkwardness that is.)

And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to avoid your teacher's confrontation.

Maybe.

—next chapter

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A Bit of a Guilt Trip

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Reader x Sirius Black

Request: Hello! Can you do a imagine where the reader is a marauder and tries to set up James and lily. The reader convinces lily to go on a date with James and she does. James finds out what the reader did and hugs her and yeah sorry for the long request. Thanks love!

Either sirius or remus a first argument with reader with a happy ending please. If you have already done this just let me know please.

I combined two requests because they fit well together :)

Warnings: none

Authors Note: A little bit of Jily, lil bit of angst and some fluff ;)

Word Count: 3.2k

“LIIIIILY!”

you yelled for the third time to the girl staring out the window at the leaves falling on the hogwarts grounds. She finally heard you and turned around to look at you, sprawled across your bed with an unamused look on your face.

“What, sorry were you calling me?”

You sat up and crossed your legs. “I wasn’t calling you I WAS yelling your name though, three times to be exact. You must have been dreaming about Potter.”

Lily instantly let out an amused laugh.

“Yeah right i'll be dreaming about Potter when i’m dead!”

“Lily dead people don't dream...or do they?”

Lily quickly quipped back “Of course they don't, which means I will never dream about Potter.”

You just rolled your eyes at her constant stubbornness. “Why not Evans, it's the perfect time to fall in love.”

“Yeah and why's that Y/n?”

You smiled from ear to ear and Lily instantly knew you were about to make a terrible pun.

“Why? because it’s fall of course, get it...FALL in love.”

You fell onto your back in a fit of giggles partly at your own joke but mostly at Lily's reaction. Lily grabbed the closest pillow and flung it at you from across the room hitting you in the face as you sat up knocking you back down.

“But on a serious note, you guys really should go on a date or something.”

Lily laughed and responded.

“Okay but on a Sirius note, you should go on a date with Sirius.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh no it looks like my ‘punnyness’ is rubbing off on you.”

Lily jokingly took off the sweater of yours she was wearing, as you two shared clothes often, and threw it at you

“Ew get your pun germs away from me, but Y/N you really should go on a date with Sirius, you're so close with all of them it would be so cute.”

You huffed. “It’s not like that though, and you could be close with all of them too if you dated James! He has changed a lot this year, he's not that bad and he really does like you.”

You tilted your head looking at her and a smug smile spread across her face.

“Okay, ONE date. But only if you go on a date with Sirius as well.”

You tried to debate the scenario in your head, you did like Sirius but he would never say yes to a date, especially with you. You spoke up after a minute of thinking, a lot quieter than before.

“Could it be a double date?”

Lily crossed her arms. “No double date, it has to be the real thing, you can’t use me as a vice for this one.”

You thought about James for a second, would he ever forgive you if he found out Lily was going to go on a date with him but she said no because of you! You also thought about how Sirius would react to you asking him out, you would have to guilt trip him with the whole ‘do it for james’ thing. You ran your hands down your face.

“Uh Fine, but what if he doesn't say yes am I allowed to tell him the whole deal.”

Lily’s expression softened and she got up from her seat by the window and lied down on the bed next to you.

“Y/N why do you think he would say no? You're beautiful, smart, kind, funny and he already adores you, all of them do, I know you guys would be cute together but I didn't know you actually liked him?”

You took a deep breath, preparing to vomit your feelings.

“I do like him, I have for a while. I think it’s his charm and the way it sort of makes me feel special sometimes but then I see him like that with everyone else. I really like seeing parts of him no one else does though, his vulnerable side, you know I live close to James so when Sirius went to his house the night he ran away, James called me shortly after.”

Lily took this all in and gave you an encouraging look to continue so you did.

“I know you're probably wondering what that has to do with this, but one night in the common room late at night we were all talking about our futures, Sirius was very clearly talking about how he never wanted to settle down and he never wanted to be like his parents. James had asked him if he was sure and what if he met the perfect girl and wanted to be with them forever and Sirius told him he has no interest in girls like that and the conversation ended.”

Lily rested her head on your shoulder and engulfed you in a hug.

“I was going to say Sirius doesn't deserve you but that’s wrong because he does, he deserves you to make him unafraid of love, but maybe now is not the time for that if you don't want it to be”

You took another deep breath to calm your fast beating heart.

“No I will ask him on a date, and if I have to guilt trip him I will, for James.”

You picked up your wand on your bedside table and started your record player across the room. As the music started to quietly play you grabbed your blanket from the bottom of your bed,

“But that's a tomorrow problem”

Lily nodded in agreement as you both drifted off to sleep.

-

The next day you met up with Sirius, he was sitting in the common room alone since Remus was off doing prefect duties and James had a quidditch practice. You walked up to him

“Hey, Sirius.”

He looked up at you and away from the fire in front of him.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You started playing with your fingers, anxiety taking over your body.

“Would you wanna come on a walk with me?”

Sirius sat up smiling. “Of course Love.”

You two started walking through the halls talking about mundane things like how your days were and your classes and things until you reached a hallway where there wasn't anyone around and you sat down on a bench and Sirius followed. You stayed silent for a minute trying to build up the courage to ask him out. He knew you too well, he knew you were nervous it was obvious.

“Y/N? Love? whats wrong?”

You sighed and turned to look at him but quickly averted your eyes to the floor.

“N-Nothing is wrong. I uh it's just, Willyougoonadatewithme?”

Your words muddled together since you said the last part so fast out of fear. There was along pause and you were too scared to look Sirius in the eyes or even move.Sirius subtly inched away from you so he wasn’t sitting so close.

“Y/N, you know, you know i'm really not the type to go on dates. It’s not that I don't want to go on a date with you, it’s just I don't do that...sort of thing.”

You could almost feel your heart break, even though you anticipated this would happen, you still had hope. You wanted to explain the situation to him and act like you weren't hurt at all but you couldn't help the anger bubbling in your stomach. Your next choice of words came off a little more petty than you intended.

“Yeah. I know you don't do that sort of thing, oh wait you do! With every girl in the fucking school to be exact.”

Sirius sounded a bit angry but he tried to stay calm, he really felt bad for this whole situation.

“Woah not every girl in the school Y/N give me a break, also I only go on dates with girls for a very a specific reason.”

You finally looked at Sirius, your words laced with venom.

“Yeah so you can make them feel special, fuck them and then never speak to them again Sirius, I know how you work.”

Sirius stood up. “Stop making me sound like such an asshole, girls practically fall at my feet and they are all consenting so why not.”

You stood up to and got right in his face.

“But why all of them and not me huh? What's so wrong about me.”

“Well I wouldn't have to take you on a date to get in your pants if I really wanted to.”

Your jaw dropped at his statement. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean Black?”

Sirius realized he maybe shouldn't have said it like that so he tried to fix it but he was still angry.

“Well I barely flirt with you, I call you ‘Love’ and you melt in my hands, if I wanted to fuck you I could have you begging me in minutes if I actually flirted with you.”

Sirius was just being honest but it still hurt knowing you were so obviously in love with him. A tear rolled down your cheek and you brushed it away quickly not wanting him to see but he did. He tried to pull you into a hug but you pushed him away.

“Don't Touch me! You don't get to tell me you don't want me and then hug me.”

Sirius had no idea what to do so he just gave you space.

“Y/n it’s not that I don't want you, it’s just I don’t want that life, I don't want to be like my stupid parents, I don't want to invest myself in someone and be stuck with them the rest of my life and end up becoming unhappy, I just can’t see that in my future. I know you will get sick of me eventually and I can’t fucking handle it so i’d rather be alone.”

His small admission made you feel a bit better, knowing he wants to go on a date with you but his fears are controlling him from doing so. Now is a good time to bring up James.

You sat back down, looking at your feet again.

“Would you do it for james?” you quietly asked.

Sirius sat down and stayed close beside you this time.

“Would I go on a date with James? No, why wo-”

“No i meant, would you go on a date with me for James’ sake. Lily agreed to go on a date with James if I went on a date with you.”

Sirius was silent for a moment so you started trying to convince him.

“Sirius you know they are perfect for eachother, well you don't know Lily like I do but I know they will be perfect and so happy together. Do this for James, it won’t be much different than us normally hanging out we can just go drink butterbeer and call it a date. Just don't expect me to actually sleep with you, i'm not as easy as you think.”

You said the last line with a lot of emphasis, his earlier comment did hurt your feelings.

Sirius laughed at your defensive statement.

“Okay, just this once though. Don't become obsessed with me or anything I know i'm hard to resist and everth-”

You pushed him off the bench both of laughing and eventually walking back to the common room, you gave Lily a knowing glance and a wink. She would have to talk to James tomorrow.

-

The next morning you followed Lily as she went to go talk to James.

When you went to talk to Sirius you went somewhere private but that really wasn’t Lily's style, she walked right up to him in the great hall, tapped on his shoulder to get his attention and as he turned around she simply stated.

“Yes.”

James was in a bit of shock at her just walking up to him, he took a second to respond.

“Yes to what Evans? You agree i'm the most handsome boy in hogwarts.”

Her face dawned her famous sly smile as she replied.

“Handsome enough for me to agree to go on a date with you.”

If he looked shocked before now he looked as though his jaw was ready to drop to the floor.

“Don't stand there with your mouth open, where are you taking me?”

James cleared his throat but couldn’t get any words out.

“Boy Potter you usually never shut up now you can’t get a single word out, well in third year you asked me on a date to Hogsmeade, I said no then but now I am saying yes.”

She walked away leaving Potter with red cheeks and a huge smile across his face, he sat down at the table and you sat down between him and Peter, Remus and Sirius sat across from you. Sirius broke the silence as usual.

“So Prongs, when are you going to Hogsmeade?”

James looked up from his plate.

“Uh I don't know… maybe on Saturday if she still wants to go by then.”

Sirius took a sip of his coffee and casually said.

“Good then me and y/n will go on sunday, I don't wanna crash your date.”

All three boys stopped what they were doing and looked from Sirius to you with questioning looks on their faces. Remus was the first to question him

“Wait you and y/n are going to Hogsmeade? On like… a date?”

Sirius took another sip from his coffee and nodded.

James put his face in his hands.

“What the hell is going on today?”

-

When sunday finally came around both you and Sirius slept in late as per usual, you met up with him and the rest of your friends for lunch in the great hall and there was nothing awkward about today. You were basically forcing Sirius to go on a date with you but it was worth it.

Mostly it was worth it because of how happy James and Lily were after their date last night, but also because for one night you could play pretend that Sirius was yours.

After lunch everyone disbanded to their own tasks and Sirius came up beside you as you were leaving the great hall.

“Where do you think your going?”

You turned to him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Well I was going to go read in the common room, why did you want to go now?”

Sirius chuckled lightly and eyed your outfit

“Y/n well I do think you would look marvelous in anything...or nothing-”

You nudged his shoulder with yours for that comment.

“-You should probably change out of your pajamas first.”

You looked down realizing you were still wearing pajamas and bunny slippers to match, you nodded agreeing with him.

“Okay i’ll go get changed and stuff i’ll meet you in the common room in 30.”

Sirius just nodded as you both walked to your separate dorms. You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, paired with your Doc Martens, you didn't want to dress fancy because it was a date but at the same time it really wasn’t. You did some casual makeup and left your hair natural and walked back into the common room to read while you waited for Sirius, he always took longer than you.

He eventually came from his room and you noticed his eyes lingered a little longer on your face and body but ignored it mostly.

You started walking to Hogsmeade, it wasn't cold today just the slight cool breeze of fall. You and Sirius walked and chatted for most of it, about halfway through Sirius grabbed your hand in his.

“Sirius why are you holding my hand?”

“Well we are on a date aren't we? It’s what people do...on dates.”

“Yeah? How many girls hands have you held on dates before?”

Sirius adjusted his fingers interlocked with yours but didn't let go.

“Well none, but those weren't real dates.”

You smiled and looked at him

“Oh and this is? We are only doing this for James.”

“No, I agreed to this for James, but him and Lily went on their date last night and are together again tonight. If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn't y/n.”

You blushed at the realization, he didn't have to be here at all, he didn't have to hold your hand, he wanted to.

When you finally got to The Three Broomsticks Sirius ordered you both Butterbeer and you sat at a table around the back where no one else was. Sirius sat beside you instead of across the table and you talked for what felt like forever. No matter how long you sat and talked with him you never got bored and he never ran out of stupid jokes.

“It's so weird how not weird this is.”

Sirius gave you a confused look “What do you mean?”

You shrugged “I don't know I mean, I just thought this whole date thing would end up being awkward and terrible but i'm really enjoying this.”

Sirius smiled. “I’ll be honest I thought the same thing, I was worried this would be awful but i'm actually enjoying myself.” You smiled and took another sip of your butterbeer.

“I don't know why it took me so long to say yes, or why I didn't ask you out sooner”

You almost spit out your drink at his words which made Sirius chuckle.

“You okay there y/n?”

“Yeah I just wasn't expecting you to say ...that.”

“What? I've liked you for a while I just never could see it working out but now I, I don't know this date sort of gives me hope that it could.”

You heard everything he was saying but at the same time didn't know where he was going with it.

“What are you saying?”

He chuckled at your expression, you looked anxious yet excited

“What I mean y/n, is that I am enjoying this date. And I would enjoy going on another one with you.”

You wanted to scream but that would probably freak him out, you turned in your seat to face him and smiled.

“I would like that too.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks and gave him a quick short kiss, but his lips were so soft you didn't want to stop. Sirius pulled you to sit on his lap as he kissed you again. This kiss was deeper, more desperate than your quick peck. You kissed him back, oh how long you have waited to be able to kiss his stupid face. Just as Sirius ran his tongue along your bottom lip you heard a voice and footsteps approaching you.

“Hey Guys oh What the fuck.”

You moved back to your own seat with red cheeks, Sirius looked the least bit phased.

James was standing there looking shocked.

“I uh I was with Lily earlier and she told me about you guys going on a date just so she would go on a date with me and uh when I came here with Remus, you know to go to Honeydukes for his chocolate, I thought I would come say thank you but I guess you guys are... um busy so i'll just see you later.”

You hid your face on Sirius’ shoulder slightly embarrassed at the whole situation so Sirius spoke up for the both of you

“No problem mate, see ya later.” He waved to James and then looked back to you and smirked.

“Now where were we?”

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Great Minds Think Alike: 010 (Part 1)

The smell of strawberries mixed with chlorine immediately filled Jisung’s nose.

The two of them caught their breath, indifferent to what was going on around them.

Jisung’s eyes widened once he realized what position they had coincidently ended up in.

His heart raced as he looked into the half-lidded eyes of the boy he was hovering over.

Jisung had never seen a sight so ethereal: Chenle underneath him with flushed cheeks, panting for air through his plump and kissable soft pink lips.

The school uniform the older wore was soaked, making the outline of his abs and collarbone visible through the thin fabric.

Jisung licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to take the black-haired boy right then and there.

“Can you get off of me now?” Chenle asked casually with a small smirk as he looked into the younger’s eyes with his own soft brown ones.

“Right, sorry!” Jisung slapped himself mentally and scrambled off of the older, his cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson with embarrassment. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Wow, that looked just like a scene from a yaoi,” Jaemin commented with a cheeky grin, the youngest still worked up about how hot Chenle was even when he was caught staring.

Jeno slapped his boyfriend’s arm playfully. “You act like we don’t do that to Renjun.”

While his friends bickered, Jisung shook away his unholy thoughts and helped Chenle sit up, handling him gently as if the older was glass.

“A-Are you okay?” he asked Chenle who winced slightly.

“Yeah.”

Jisung felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment again once he saw that his friends had stopped talking and were now staring at him questioningly. Since when did Park Jisung stutter because of a cute boy?

Chenle yelped as he suddenly felt a sharp pain coursing through him, quickly causing the youngest to turn his attention back to him with worry.

“Ugh, it… hurts,” he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he clutched the side of his head.

Jisung instinctively brushed the older’s hand away gently to check the injury, feeling how soft Chenle’s skin felt against his own.

The others who were watching the two’s interactions looked at each other with wide eyes.

Jisung grimanced when he moved Chenle’s black hair away softly to uncover the wound. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing, and I—”

“It’s fine,” the older interrupted quickly, knowing that the barbed wire at the bottom of the pool was nearly impossible to control. “It’s not that bad anyway.”

Chenle opened his eyes slowly to see Jisung retracting his hand, his long fingers covered in the older’s blood.

Why didn’t I feel this earlier? he wondered without panicking before meeting eyes with Jisung’s soft and concerned ones.

Blushing slightly, Chenle looked away. Right, I was distracted.

Jisung raised an eyebrow after wiping the blood away on his shorts. “Are you sure it’s ‘not that bad’?”

“The most it could be is a mild concussion,” Chenle replied matter of factly as he stood up all the while avoiding eye-contact with the younger. “I can handle it.”

Jisung widened his eyes after quickly scrambling up as well.

Chenle’s cuteness made him seem tiny, but he was actually almost as tall as him.

Renjun let go of his boyfriends’ hands and hugged the younger Chinese tightly, burying his face in Chenle’s chest. “I literally thought you were dead. Don’t scare me like that!”

Chenle giggled slightly as they let go. “Gege, it’s not like I can help it.”

His face went cold suddenly, and he gave Jisung a look. “Do they know?”

The youngest scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Not exactly?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jaemin smiled softly at Chenle and patted his shoulder. “You’re still our friend, and we care about you. Nothing’s changed.”

The younger nodded gratefully. “Thanks….”

Donghyuck flipped his long hair snazzily. “Honestly, I kinda saw it coming.”

"Saw what coming? Us being teleported into yet another nightmare where we almost drown to save a boy who turned out to be Chenle?” Jeno asked as he leaned his arm on Jaemin's shoulder.

"No, I—” Donghyuck stopped talking once he saw that all eyes were on him. “Ugh, nevermind."

"Come on, tell us what you saw coming," Jaemin teased as he gave the older his signature smirking cat grin.

“What I was trying to say is that it’s no surprise that it was Chenle because he wasn’t at school today,” Donghyuck defended with a huff.

“You could’ve said that earlier.”

“Do you want to die earlier?”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Mark pulled the two away from each other before the fight could turn physical. “So, Lele, how do we get out of here?”

“Follow me, and I’ll show you,” the younger stated with a small smile before jogging towards the side of the swimming hall farthest away from the pool.

The others looked at each other warily before quickly following suit.

Chenle pushed in one of the white bricks in the wall as everyone had caught up to him, and the wall opened up to reveal an iron door with a screen showing an outline of a hand next to it.

He then paused before turning around and taking off his black uniform jacket, making Jisung slightly flustered.

“Here.” Chenle handed the jacket after wringing it out to Mark who accepted it questioningly. “It’s going to be cold in there, and I know this’ll be a little big on you, but it’s better than going without a shirt.”

Oh my lord, he’s an actual angel, Jisung thought as Mark thanked Chenle and put on the jacket gratefully.

Chenle turned back to the door and placed his hand on the screen next to it, making it glow green and say in a monotone voice, “Handprint recognized: Zhong Chenle.”

The others let out an audible gasp as the iron door opened, and they were met with a gust of cold wind, making them shiver.

Chenle led them inside the dark room silently, trying to ignore how hungry and unwell he felt.

“What is this? A walk-in freezer?” Jeno asked as his teeth started to chatter, leaning closer to his boyfriends in order to stay warm while his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

“More like a refrigerator, but yes,” Chenle answered shakily as the lights automatically flickered on, revealing that they were in some sort of giant lab. “A lot of the equipment and chemicals in here need to be kept cool in order to work.”

“Great. Is this another puzzle we have to do, or are we just passing by?” Donghyuck asked as he huddled close to Mark, his eyes darting around all the technology in the room warily.

The younger Chinese didn’t say anything as he went to a large table in the middle of the room and picked up the piece of paper laying atop of it.

“This is so stupid.” Jaemin groaned as Chenle handed him the note. He then narrowed his eyes as he tried to read it. “What the fuck kind of code is this?”

Mark looked over the younger’s shoulder before giving him a look. “Bruh, those are molecular formulas.”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“How could you not know that? We literally share the same chemistry class.”

Jaemin scoffed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends. “I know some chemistry.”

“Ew, Jaemin, not the time.” Renjun cringed as he pushed the younger’s arm off of him.

“Welp, that’s the only type of chemistry I know how to do,” Jaemin sighed as he handed the note to Mark.

“Explains why you’re failing,” Donghyuck muttered under his breath.

“Huh.” Mark narrowed his eyes with confusion just as Jaemin had done before. “I don’t recognize any of these except for glucose.”

“You don’t have to know what they are. The chemicals in here are labeled with the formulas already,” said Chenle as he started to shiver in his spot slightly, hugging himself to try and keep warm.

Mark blinked. “What?”

Chenle took the note from the older’s hands. “This is a recipe for a serum. The only way to get out of here is to make the correct formula and send it off on the conveyor to unlock the door.”

“Why do we need to make a serum in the first place?” Jisung asked, suddenly remembering what happened to Chenle in his dream.

Donghyuck crossed his arms. “Yeah, and why does it need to be correct if it’s going on a conveyor belt anyway?”

“It’s going to be used on someone, and if you mess up even the tiniest of details, it can be deadly,” Chenle answered coldly, scaring the others a bit as his eyes darkened.

He sighed before bringing back his bubbly persona, holding the note in one hand and hugging himself with the other. “Anyways, you’ll find out what it’s used for soon; however, getting out of here s-should be our first p-priority.”

“Right,” Mark agreed, still a little shaken up. “Where do we start?”

“S-Some of y-you can go find the c-chemicals while I h-help with the m-machinery,” Chenle stuttered as he was shivering more violently now, his face turning paler than his already pale complexion.

“Lele,” Jisung said softly out of impulse, making everyone turn their attention to him. “Do you want me to hold you?”

“What?” The black-haired gave Jisung a weirded out look as he tried to ignore the way his heart beat a little bit faster at the offer. “No, why?”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “For body heat obviously. I’m not going to let you stand there and freeze to death.”

Why does he have to be right? I’ll look like an idiot if I just stand here. Chenle groaned as he felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment, the others watching the two with obvious lenny faces. “Ugh, f-fine.”

He waddled up to Jisung before looking up with a pretty pink blush and a pout that could make Satan himself coo. “I’m only d-doing this because you o-offered. Y-You’re h-helping me enough a-already.”

“Eh, I don’t mind. I actually want to help you,” the taller said with a smile as Chenle hugged him grudgingly, the both of them feeling warm and fuzzy inside as butterflies filled their stomachs.

“I feel like I’m bothering you, though,” Chenle whined into Jisung’s chest as the younger wrapped his arms around his waist gently.

Being this cute should be illegal, the younger couldn’t help but think as the scent of strawberries flooded his brain again, knowing very well how cheesy he sounded and how he should chide himself later for it.

“You’re not bothering me. I promise,” Jisung chuckled softly before taking the note out of Chenle’s hand, ruffling the smaller’s hair slightly.

Jisung looked back up to see his friends staring at the two of them with cheeky grins on their faces. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Donghyuck said with a smirk as Renjun latched onto his arm, their boyfriends giving each other looks while Jisung just rolled his eyes. “So who’s going to do what?”

Mark shrugged as everyone looked to him for an answer. “We could always do top—”

“We are most definitely not doing that,” Jisung interrupted as he moved a flustered Chenle to hold him from the side, keeping his arm securely around the smaller’s waist. “Renjun and Mark can be with us, and the rest of you can go find the chemicals since Hyuck has good memory.”

“That… actually doesn’t sound bad at all,” Jeno admitted as everyone else silently agreed.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Donghyuck sighed as he took the note from Jisung’s hand.

The seven of them worked together, and by working, Chenle did most of the work handling the machinery with his group while the others gave him whatever tools or chemicals he needed from around the room.

Jisung didn’t want to admit it, but he loved watching how the black-haired was handling everything like it was nothing. It was almost as if Chenle didn’t have to think because he was just that smart, and it was attractive to say the least.

There was just something about the older’s intelligence that made Jisung’s heart skip a beat, but as he said before, romance wasn’t really his thing.

So why am I feeling this way?

“Donghyuck’s good at this,” Chenle noted while watching the aforementioned boss Jeno and Jaemin around the giant lab sassily, Mark and Renjun out of earshot as they were trying to mix some of the chemicals together at a different table. “I’m kind of jealous.”

“Why is that?” Jisung asked quietly while gazing at the smaller, trying to resist the urge to move a strand of hair out of the older’s face but ended up failing anyway.

Chenle blushed at the sudden action and turned to look up at Jisung, the uneasy feeling he had running through his body disappearing for a second once he met eyes with the taller’s fond ones. ”It’s just that… maybe if I had a good memory like him then I would’ve escaped sooner.”

Jisung actually had no idea what he meant by that. He only knew a small percentage of what Chenle was going through.

Thankfully, he was saved by Jaemin who gave them the last ingredient for the serum.

After a couple more minutes of combining chemicals from each group, Chenle carefully poured the beaker of glowing blue liquid into a test tube flask before capping it with a rubber stopper. “Alright, let’s go.”

He then led everyone to the back of the room where the exit was to press a button, and a small compartment opened within the wall, allowing him to place the serum inside before closing.

The boys let out a sigh of relief as the iron door opened, and they all walked out of there quickly before the door could close behind them, Jisung making Chenle wrap his arm around his again.

They had ended up in an abnormally long stone hallway with another iron door at the end.

“Ah, fuck,” Chenle swore weakly as he was forced to walk along with the others which was not a Chenle-thing to do, but Jisung found it hot anyway. “I forgot that they added this.”

“Huh?” Jaemin turned to the younger with confusion along with everyone else. “What do you me—”

Chenle then caught everyone by surprise as his eyes rolled to the back of his head before releasing his grip on Jisung and collapsing to the floor.

Next Chapter

Chapter Index

[hp-again]

Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Three - Will and Won’t

i can only say SORRY 4 THA WAIT so many times before it gets old but FURREALZ not a lot of downtime for reading our old pal HP here  in tokyo. BUT IM STILL TRYNA GRIND SO HERE WE GO

Harry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair beside his bedroom window for the best part of four hours, staring out at the darkening street, and had finally fallen asleep with one side of his face pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses askew and his mouth wide open.

and here he is folks, our fearless leader. 

- how the FUCK did i not know ‘higgledy-piggledy’ was a word

- were basically just reading things lying around in harrys room to recap what went down last book. AS IF I COULD FORGET

- OH HEY HEDWIG missed you girl. shes rolling her eyes at harry sleeping just like us

- ok ew its already mentioning the inferi and it just reminds me how UNready i am for the end of this book

“Judging by your look of stunned disbelief, Harry did not warn you that I was coming,” said Dumbledore pleasantly. “However, let us assume that you have invited me warmly into your house.”

how is dumbledore this kewl? GOD i missed him

These words seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon. It was clear that as far as he was concerned, any many who could look at Harry and say “excellent” was a man with whom he could never see eye to eye.

this passage is amazing. i mean, its horrible bc this is harrys guardian saying it about him, but still. hilariously amazing.

“Albus Dumbledore,” said Dumbledore, when Uncle Vernon failed to effect an introduction. “We have corresponded, of course.”  Harry thought this an odd way of reminding Aunt Petunia that he had once sent her an exploding letter, but Aunt Petunia did not challenge the term. 

LOL harry if only you knew theyve corresponded more than that one time. this is the little girl who begged dumbledore to let her go to hogwarts!!!!!!

- spotted: dumbledores old gross shriveled up blackened hand I WONDER WHAT THAT COULD BE FROM

“But first of all I must tell you that Sirius’s will was discovered a week ago and that he left you everything he owned.”

ouch. was not expecting this type of hurt in this chapter.

“His godfather’s dead?” said Uncle Vernon loudly from the sofa. Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at him. The glass of mead was now knocking quite insistently on the side of Vernon’s head; he attempted to beat it away. “He’s dead? His godfather?”

BOY IF YOU DONT STOP for fucks sake its like my hearts being stabbed every time he says ‘dead’

- KREACHERRRRRRRR IS IN THE BUILDING YALL!!!!!! his story is probably one of my favorite plot lines like, ever.

“Er - Kreacher - I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other house-elves.” Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished. 

kreacher is me whenever im told to do anything

- im still upset that buckbeaks name is now witherwings. what kind of a downgrade is that. but whatever IF HAGRIDS HAPPY, IM HAPPY

Dumbledore paused, and although his voice remained light and calm, and he gave no obvious sign of anger, Harry felt a kind of chill emanating from him and noticed that the Dursleys drew very slightly closer together. 

and THATS why dumbledore is such a boss ass bitch. ya hes old, whatever, but this is why the dude is the most powerful wizard 

“You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.”

hot DAMN. dumbledore just spit some truth AND threw a grade-A burn. hes my idol

- dumbledore asking the dursleys to let harry return to their home one last time next year got me FUCKED UP. guys, were almost done.

Aunt Petunia, however, was oddly flushed.

how does jkr make me hate petunia but also feel really really sad for her at the same time? home girls a literary goddess.

And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”

if that isnt the DOPEST ending to a chapter idk what is.

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let it happen | chapter two

pairing: klance

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“Lance, don’t freak out, but…” Keith adjusts his glasses, “I might have an idea.”

Lance huffs, “Don’t strain yourself.”

Keith scowls, “Shut up and hear me out, asshole.”

“Okay,” Lance leans back on his chair and crosses his arms, “I’ll bite.”

“I think we should…” Keith snaps the rubber band on his wrist, “Uhm, fuck?”

read on ao3

“Lance?” He hears when he clicks the door shut with his foot. He whips his head around to find Keith at the dinner table hugging his right leg to his chest, foot on the chair and knee tucked under his chin. He’s frowning deeply at his laptop screen like it’s offending him in some way, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. Keith looks so damn adorable Lance’s heart almost leaps out of his chest. Fucked, Lance’s fucked.

“Yep, that’s me,” Lance responds, throwing his keys on the kitchen island and kicking off his shoes.

Keith peers up at him over the rim of his glasses. “Come here for a sec,” he nudges the chair next to him with his bare foot. Lance stares at Keith. Hm, weird. Keith narrows his eyes when he doesn’t move. Oh. Right, moving. Yep, on it. He pads towards his friend.

Lance smiles at Keith, hip-checking the table and reaching his arm forward to adjust the shorter man’s glasses with his knuckles gently, “You need to get these fixed, shorty.”

Keith bats his hand away and scowls, “Sit.”

Lance chuckles but acquiesces, “Seriously, it’s too loose.” As if on cue, Keith’s glasses slide down his nose again. Lance snorts, “Told you.”

Keith socks him on the arm, hard, “Shut up.”

“Ow, so mean!” Lance pouts as he rubs his arm, “What do you want from me, anyway?”

Keith adjusts himself on the chair, tucking his left foot under his right thigh, and turns his laptop towards Lance so he can see his own words staring back at him. “This won’t do,” Keith says seriously as he pushes his glasses back with his middle finger.

Lance drums his fingers on the table. “What?”

“Lance, this isn’t working.”

Lance’s fingers freeze, his brows rising, “What do you mean this isn’t working??”

“I mean…” he deadpans, “I can’t edit this, it’s total bullshit. There’s no hope.”

Lance bristles, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, KEITH????”

Keith snickers, “Maybe a little?”

Lance throws his head back and glares in exasperation at the ceiling, bringing his hands up to cover his face and groaning, “God, please, take me now.” After a moment, he lets his hands fall back on the table. “You know,” he starts, turning his head back so he can glower at Keith properly, “If you weren’t so good at editing and I wasn’t so desperate, I wouldn’t even think of asking you to do this for me, ‘cause you’re a serious fucking prickly pain in my fucking miserable ass.”

Keith smirks and shrugs, “Thanks.”

Lance splutters, “THAT WASN’T A COMPLIMENT.”

Keith doesn’t respond, though, he just stares at Lance in a weird way. A very, very weird way.

Lance touches his face, self-conscious, “Is there something on my-”

“Huh,” Keith blurts out, interrupting Lance.

“Keith?” Lance questions with a frown, worrying for his friend’s sanity.

“Sorry,” Keith blinks at him and blushes.

Lance squints, “Dude, what the fuck.”

“Lance, don’t freak out, but…” Keith adjusts his glasses, “I might have an idea.”

Lance huffs, “Don’t strain yourself.”

Keith scowls, “Shut up and hear me out, asshole.”

“Okay,” Lance leans back on his chair and crosses his arms, “I’ll bite.”

“I think we should…” Keith snaps the rubber band on his wrist, “Uhm, fuck?”

Lance chokes on his own spit and coughs so hard his chair almost topples over.

“Are you okay, Lance?” Keith asks, his voice concerned but amused.

“Fuck?” Lance croaks after some time, slapping his chest and blinking away tears.

“Yeah,” Keith’s mouth twitches. “For research, obviously.”

Lance can only gape at Keith, his chest heaving. Lance’s lungs are burning so, so bad.

“Look, I’ll be straight with you,“ Keith runs his fingers through his FUGLY mullet, “your writing style’s actually pretty decent. You’re eloquent, I’ll give you that. But you suck at writing sex scenes… maybe from lack of experience?” Keith teases, then winces when Lance kicks his shin under the table.

Is this guy for fucking serious? They should fuck? What kind of joke is this?

“No, but seriously.” Keith insists, “Even though the sex scenes are well-written, they lack passion, which is kind of a surprise coming from you. You clearly need some inspiration and I think being actually in character might really help, is all.”

“AND BY THAT YOU MEAN THE TWO OF US FUCKING???”

Keith bites his bottom lip in amusement and nods. He doesn’t tease, which is a first. Lance is thankful but still.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lance yells in disbelief, then takes a deep, recomposing breath. “Okay. So uh, let me get this straight… you think we should fuck this one out?”

Keith shrugs again, “I mean, if you want to.”

“Huh.” Lance’s mouth twitches, “That’s crazy but okay.”

“What?”

Lance rolls his eyes and waves him off, “I said fine, Keith. Let’s do this.”

Keith smirks, turning his attention back to his laptop. Lance stares at the side of his face then chuckles. “Gotta say, though,” Lance leers, “I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me this bad, mullet head.”

“SHUT UP!” Keith pushes Lance off his chair.

Lance can’t fucking sleep.

He tries playing dead for a while and when that doesn’t work, he settles upon changing positions back and forth.

He kicks off the sheets in frustration, takes his shirt off, turns to his side, rolls on his stomach, burrows his face into his pillow. Props himself up on his elbows and huffs, lies back down. Flips his pillow over and presses his face to the cool fabric.

It doesn’t work.

He rolls on his back and lets his eyes dart around the room as he taps his chest with his thumbs, chewing on his bottom lip.

Nothing fucking works.

He blinks up at the ceiling and blows a raspberry.

“i think we should… uhm, fuck?” he mimics under his breath.

Fucking Keith.

God, he can’t do this.

He reaches for his phone on his nightstand and brings the device closer to his face, adjusting himself on the bed. He unlocks the phone and almost drops it right on his face in agony because, wow, such brightness. He turns down the brightness on his screen and blinks several times before tapping open his messages with Hunk.

He starts typing furiously.

Lance (2:06 a.m.)

HUNK U UP

HUNK HUNK

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNKKKK

HELP

Hunk (2:08 a.m.)

why hello lance my good buddy how are you?

i’m fine thanks for asking ure so kind

what can i do for you this alarmingly late???

Lance (2:10 a.m.)

I CANR SLEEP HUNK HELP

HEPL ME

IM GONNA DIE

KEITHS A SERIAL KILLER AND HES COMING AFTER ME WITH HIS DICK

KEITHS GONNA KILL ME WITH HIS DICKKKKKKKKK

Hunk (2:13 a.m.)

i think ure overreacting a bit lance

calm down and explain this to me like a normal human being

breathe in

breathe out

Lance (2:14 a.m.)

ICANT HUNK H

U

N

K

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hunk (2:17 a.m.)

i still need an explanation

please cUT THE DRAMATICS

IM GETTING REAL WORRIED HERE AND YOU KNOW WHAT WORRYING DOES TO MY STOMACH!!!!!!!

ITS NOT PRETTY LANCE SO SPILL

Lance (2:18 a.m.)

EW GROSS

but okay

so

fucking keith came up with this fucking INSANE idea that we should FUCK

HE SAID WE SHOULD FUCK HUNK cuz my sex scenes were like AWFUL and he thought that was a brilliant idea HE SAID I LACK EXPERIENCE THE ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN U BELIEVE THE NERVE????? and i went with it cuz i HAVE THE MORAL DUTY to prove him wrong and now im gonna die

okay get this

this is the weirdest part

its not only cuz i gotta prove him wrong but cuz i kinda wanna fuck the bastard for my own self-indulging and impure reasons

Hunk (2:23 a.m.)

lance not even rover thinks thats weird and hes a DOG

Lance (2:24 a.m.)

IMHYPERVENTILATING HERE AND URE MAKING FUN OF ME

URE A TERRIBLE BEST FRIEND

TERRIBLE I TELL U

IM HAVING A CRISIS HERE HUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

HES SO HOT HUNK HELP ME I CANT DO THIS

IM GONNA DIE

RIP LANCE

Hunk (2:26 a.m.)

lance youre not gonna die

jesus

i thought this was serious

Lance (2:27 a.m.)

GASP

it IS SERIOUS HUNK CANT U SEE IM A DEAD MAN WALKING?????? THIS IS PRETTYFUCKIGN SERIOUs HUNK

at first i thought i could do it but then i started thinking about it and now IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HELP HUNK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Hunk (2:29 a.m.)

calm down lance its just keith

its not like he’s gonna make fun of you or anything

Lance (2:30 a.m.)

HUNK???????? DID U HIT UR HEAD OR SOMETHING???? SHOULD I BE WORRIED????? CALL AN AMBULANCE??????? ITS FUCKING KEITH WERE TALKING ABOUT DUDE!!!! MISTER MCMULLET CAPTAIN GRUMPY PANTS!!!!!!!

Hunk (2:33 a.m.)

well i mean not too much???

Lance (2:33 a.m.)

hUNK!!!!!!!

Hunk (2:34 a.m.)

okay you got me

youre never gonna live this down good luck man

it was nice knowing you

Lance (2:35 a.m.)

well thanks

for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

Hunk (2:35 a.m.)

you know i love you bro

seriously tho

you dont have to worry about this too much

keiths your friend after all isnt he

not to mention hes a cool bean, a real gem

do you trust him?

Lance (2:36 a.m.)

well duh i wouldnt be living with the guy if i didnt

Hunk (2:39 a.m.)

there it is

he knows all about your weird fixations and habits and is still there

thats gotta count for something right???

its not like hes gonna judge for real

hes just gonna tease the hell outta you which is normal behavior for him

and youll tease him right back

so DONT WORRY LANCE GO

BE BRAVE MY CHILD

CONQUER THAT BOOTY!!!!!!!

COMPLETE YOUR QUEST!!!!!!!!!

Lance (2:42 a.m.)

ohmy GOD hunk ure so embarrassing

thanks tho

for real

Hunk (2:42 a.m.)

anytime ;)

Lance (2:43 a.m.)

Lance sighs, turns on his side only to place his phone back on his nightstand, then rolls on his stomach, burying his face deep in his pillow. He closes his eyes and wills himself to fucking sleep.

About thirty minutes later, he’s out.

#klance #keith #lance #klance fic #voltron fic #voltron #vld #hunk #my stuff #keith x lance

[neopuff]

riverdale ep 1-3

these twins always make me >___>

oh yeah i knew jason was gonna die

this is very artsy

i thought he was murdered

oh

tragedy

oh......a mom for veronica

what is a...chocolate shoppe? and why? does it sell? burgers?

is veronica the new kid

OH KEVIN

the gay kid gweiopubgoewgnew

the acting in this is terrible

the archie actor is clearly not a real ginger so i approve of this casting lmao

“to pass time i started composing poems in my head” shut up archie

archie: says anything betty: amazing!

lmao

betty: ive been thinking about us- archie: is that a hot bitch i see

“we do, both of us, together”

omg

GNOIWPEGWE BETTY’S FACE IS KILLING ME

awkward

oh....archies dad

thats not archies dad

archies dad got that fat gut

“im a sophomore’ BITCH NO UR NOT

SHES GOTTA BE LIKE 25 LMAAAOO whaaatt

im still dying theyre supposed to be 15 gwenpiubgewo;gwe

“gay, thank god, lets be best friends” im gonna piss and die

wow

love these pussycats

“ive had every flavor of boy except orange” its better that

waywiongubwepogn;wegew

ARCHIE AND GRUNDY IM DYING!!!!

IM GONNA FUCKINGGG DIIEEEE

GRUNDYINOGEW;EWL

im pissing im

DYING

shes the music teacher

why wouldnt they just make up a new teacherniogwepng;ew WHY IS SHE MS GRUNDY!!!

oh

archies dad/veronicas mom have a....history

“chose the rich kid”

wow

so many divorced parents

outdoor cafeteria

when will i see a high school that has one of these forreal

i assume its a west coast or south us thing

kevin: refers to cheryl as a widow me: i called the JOKES

“is cheerleading still a thing?” “is being the gay best friend still a thing”

the dialogue in this show is terrible its so funny

im glad betty/ronnie is a good ship

grundy is all turned on by archies music

this is so gross and im DYING

“i dont think thats a good idea” cuz u fucked a 15 year old bitch

oh

theyre not talking about the fucking

did cheryl murder her brother

why doesnt just one of them say it and not mention the other

bitch ur the only one who’d get in trouble ur an ADULT

that was so lackluster

wow

GNIWEUPGEW;OGWE

CHERYL’S FACEGNIEW;GEW

like yeah....not the kind of heat i meant :\

oh

im glad cheryls the villain i always hated her

wow

veronica: i know who u are [has known her for 2 minutes]

this dialogue is so unnatural and bad its cracking me tf up

get WRECKED cheryl

veronica: betty and i come as a matching set

i bet u do

time for football

“what you got something better to do” dont be rude

awww

“why did you defend me” just accept the kindness u fool

man

i like mr lodge

this is very awkward

was polly a character in the comics i dont remember her

WOW

“both of us” gewinouogbewgew

im DYING

in the headspace

“archiekins” gweinouobgweo;ngew

wow

“cheryl blossoms cheerleading squad.......”

bettys mom is so annoying

she sounds familiar

oh

mr lodge just sent a lotta money their way

why did the coach call his dad

he said hed give him a day

impatient ass

archies dad is just like :\

:/

:\

:/

these actors dont look related at all

which is funny to me

oh good its the pill in ibiza song

omg

i love that veronica is the speech giver in this show

moose/kevin gwiuebogiwgew

where is REGGIE

my SON

wow

openly talking about the illegal secrets at a big party

i just realized reggie is the asian guy

i didnt hear his name and couldnt figure out who tf that was gweopiubgwe;ngwe

im a fool

whered ronnie go

dancing with the gay guy, god

“i have this fantasy of us as a power couple” who asks someone out like that

STOP STARING AT GRUNDY

this is super awkward

cheryl is gonna murder...everyone

they could just

chill

“cheryl blossom truly is...the antichrist” just all her a bitch like a normal person

“we’re not just friends we’re best friends” shut up archie

wOW

hes NEVER FELT for betty

if these two make out i s2g

once they kiss cheryls gonna open the door

foolish children

ronnie dont DO IT

foolish

sighs

boring

what how tf would she know they made out

did they not come out at exactly 7 minutes

ok but wheres betty

oh hey jughead

i like jugheads not-crown

oh

now shes goin straight for love

“of course i love you” hes being so...obtuse

annoying

oh

ok now its about not being good enough

sure

did they find jayjay

and look at that

he got shot in the head

probably by his sister

ok

its obvious cheryl did it

im sure theyll switch it up like somehow it was secretly jughead

but it was cheryl

ok ep 2

fgewgw

why were they even fuckin at 6 am

cant believe they made moose gay

i forgot his gf’s name in the comicsniguwebgew

god

the actor that played jason was so uggo

GEWNIOG;EW SHARING A SHAKE WITH HIS TWIN SISTER!!!

maybe someone shot him for being so openly incestuous with his creepy sister

i know its like plagueing archie now but i feel like this should help him

“are you up?” “no” “youre killing your mother”

he went to grundys house

weird

and hes shirtless

“you could be expelled” “we could go to jail” NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM!!!

pedophilia is not a two way street

oh

bettys mom is...the worst

betty plz dont talk to your bitch mother about your life

i love archies eyebrows

i hope this is the end of archie/betty forever

wow

“sardonic humor”

oh

bye jughead

oh

is kevin not out to his dad

“the yellows for friendship” sure

veronica is so aggressively into this friendship

YAYYY

the otp stays together

wow

betty u are a fool

that is your future WIFE

oh

hi mr weatherbee

cheryl is wearing a spider pin gewoinubgewlngkew

CHERYL

archie and mr weatherbee just gonna

make eyes

jughead: archie you KILLED him

fewijohuog

HE THINKS ARCHIE DID IT

no jughead i was just fucking the hot prof

jughead: ew

fewiougobewgno;ewlgew

kevin moose is your new bf

“fate throws us together” ok

wow

why is he rejecting moose

because hes in the closet???

hes clearly trying to come out cmon

oh

everyones terrified of cheryl now so thats good

oh

bettys mom

“i ship it” why

“moose has an official girlfriend...mitch” i feel like i heard this line wrong

oh, betty

dont cry sweetums

“im supposed to say yes” THE DIALOGUE

ronnie is trying so hard with these dramatic white ppl

really

they couldnt even keep weatherbee fat

is this channel afraid of fat ppl

wow

does this bitch just sit in her empty ass music room all day

is she not really even a teacher

DONT TALK ABOUT FEELINGS

YALL ARE GROSS!!!!

disgusting

bitch get a dog and leave teenagers alone

WOW

WOW LMAAAAOOOOOOOO

AAAAAAA

JUGHEAD: WHAT!! GROSS!!! WTF!!!

this is not high school cheerleading

one of the girls here actually looks like a high schooler

cheryl just called herself exoticgewiongewiogew; CUZ YOURE A GINGER? BITCH

i die

oh

betty why

wOW

betty dont do this

cheryls a crazy ho

i know theyll make up by the end of the ep but still

“like we were meant to be best friends” gweniguebwg

2nd grade tutor

gewinogubwegw

“oh, little archie-” little archiewgn;klew I DIE

references are what i live for

i cant believe betty let cheryl into her house

wheres her mom to scream and chase her out

welp

there goes that

betty dont let her into ur HOME

oh

whats betty doing

“BEFORE I KILL YOU” BETTY

terrible thing to say

are they not friends because archie stood him up

cougarngiewgew

SHES A PEDOPHILE

awkward

i guess bettys mom coulda killed jason

“sometimes a friend is better than a boyfriend” actually, always, not sometimes

oh reggies finally doin something

gonna keep up the reggie/jughead rivalry

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

ok

“you wanna d the right thing” the way archie said that made it sound like he wants to fuck her and she doesnt want to

but whatever

so does jughead and bettys friendship not exist in this universe

nod like douches and mutually suppress our emotions

wow

this dialogue is still awful its so funny

i hope it never improves purely for my amusement

out door pep rally...

[dances]

fewiulgbew

AHH HONEY HONEY

YOU ARE MY

CAAAANDY GIIIIIIRL

good shit

oh

cheryls having a Time

god the kid that plays jason is so uggo

oh

bye cheryl

finally getting a genuine emotional response from her

were they gonna fake his death for attention but then he was actually dead

yayyy

make up

veronica is over here like “betty and i were destined to be friends” and betty is like “im sure we wont know each other in a week”

aww archie and jughead back 2gedda

does jughead know betty or not

wheres the jughead/betty brotp of my past

veronica and jughead: interact me: yes...

im glad that, unlike in the comics, archie is not dating both girls at once and then also every other girl he meets

where ya goin weatherbee

wha

A CHALKBOARD LOL

i doubt a school like this would have a chalkboard instead of a smartboard

oh

did she do it

gasp

im sticking with my fake death for the attention theory

OK LAST EP

im enjoying this show

but i dont think i could take multiple Dramatic Teen Shows

how could cheryl be wearing that skirt in public school

“the plan was bananas”

oh

jason just wanted.....to leave

thats fine

oh

who got shot

gwneio;glkwe

in my neighborhood it wouldve just been the hunters

is archie gonna have a shiner for the rest of the show

oh

is betty not poor as shit in this universe?

i shouldve guessed from her moms outfits

“a lois lane type like you” nice and ronnie can be clark kent

omg leave grundy alone so she can die in hell

wha

why didnt you just say that you were alone

oh

dog

ok

a date....

oh

hes hot

good call, ronnie

CHUCK CLAYTON

“hes kind of a player” dont be racist, betty

he is hot as hell tho

awww “juggie”

finally jughead and betty are 2gedda

jughead you need shit for your college applications

oh right, dilton

what

“im not ten years old” but you are 15 which is not very different

so if chuck is in the show is nancy gonna be around too

ronnie/chuck is a good ship

“to OUR relationship” shut the fuck you youre a pedophile

wow

the sticky maple....

wow

chuck was cute

ronnie is gonna tear him apart

man

why does chuck have to be a dick!!! chuck was always a nice guy

fewionpgnew

betty: [COVERS FACE]

destroy him

PUNCH HIM

why is chuck a villain im bothered but also hes the worst destroy him

this terrible au version of chuck is terrible

“nothing is off the table...except for my body” weiugblewnkg

i love the pussycats

is this every other girl chuck did this to

oh

its ethel

hi cheryl

go away

lmao

whose this kid

wow

ok jughead

dont steal his ice cream

oh

dilton shot a gun gwoinegbpweo;nglwe

survivalist?!?! DILTON

IM DYING

HES A TECHNOLOGY OBSESSED NERD

why do the pussycats roll their eyes at josie

“a bnd with b&v”

did they find...ze book

so the football players dont even fuck the girls its just about getting a date and a selfie???

oh

cheryl, doubting her brother

what

just take the book

why not...just take the book

powerful

bettys rly lucky her mom isnt violent

(for now)

oh

she looks super awkward in that

omg

the sound of bettys lil demons in her head

“and a hot tub....”

this is such an awkward conversation

just imagining this with real 15 year olds is ridiculous

oh hey ronnie

chuck youre so fucking stupid

shes wearing a swimsuit and heels this is CLEARLY A TRAP

GWENOIGO;NEW

BETTY

black is not a good hair color

ronnie: im so turned on

GEWNIOG;EWG

SLAP!!!!

i just realized why archies dad is so familiar

he was on generator rex AND clone high

love it

part of me always liked archie/josie

15 is not late wtf

“slut shaming...its what they call it when sluts get shamed” wow

when does bettys mom get murdered

um

are they gonna burn him

UM

um

betty

LMAO

shes fine shes just pissed

awww

dads gonna support u now

must be NICE

gweoniugbweo;gew bettys face when ronnie said she called chuck “jason” was so funny

are they gonna do some she went off her meDS OO---OOOHHHA AAAHHH TERRIBLE BEAST

#burn it

cheryl tryin to make up for ze past

i still hate her idc

omg when does grundy get murdered too im done with this pedophilia subplot

STAY AWAY

FROM THE CHILD!!!

-___-

dilton you fool

im happy juggie and betty are hanging out

oh

dont mention ms grundys car

NO

YOU

FOOL!!!!

im tired of this pedophile plz shoot her next

ok im all caught up

whens the next episode

#riverdale #carro watches riverdale

[tccomicarchive]

This is The Rest of The Plot I Wrote

*in stars means thoughts apparently*

Zoe "Oh please. Spare me the lies. You know who i am-my face is plastered all over the universe 'Oh, the new princess just got her title, blah blah blah!'. You were only trying to get rid of me because your a pampered princess turned glorified Captain."

this is under a cut it IS LONG. LIKE HOLY FUCK THIS IS ALOT OF PREPLANNING I DID WOW.

Kait "I'd like to see you in battle, with ACTUAL weapons, instead of cheap mind tricks. Maybe then we'd see who's better."

Zoe "Alright lets cut the small talk, shall we? I was sent here by the council on Ziirav to investigate the 'Great Evil' that may or may not have fled to Earth. You're here for that reason to."

Kait "And?"

Zoe "AND, i think it would prove useful to work together."

Kait pauses, she's let out of Zoes control, and she stands up. She thinks on it, then looks over at zoe. "Isn't the Elven Council corrupt?"

Zoe "Big time. But i'm doing this more so to get away from them, then to do their bidding."

Kait "Well....maybe we can help you with that problem once this 'Great Evil' issue's been dealt with."

Zoe looks up "We?"

Kait "yeah. I already found someone who's on the same mission."

Zoe "Was it that red-haired guy, Petro?"

Kait "Huh? Oh him.....no. And if it was i'd kill myself."

Zoe "Why? He seems nice....if not a bit of a delinquent..."

Kait "He's annoying, and cares too much about people he barely knows." She heads for the door to the hallway. "Coming?"

Floor 2.

Kait knocks on the door marked '26'. A tall lanky girl opens the door, and greats them with a smile, letting them inside.

KP "so.....i take it this is a new addition to our team?"

Kait "How'd ya know?"

KP "Well, she doesnt seem the type to be hanging around you naturally..."

Zoe "And you are?"

Kait "Oh, ya, don't probe her mind." she rolls her eyes.

Zoe "She isn't randomly attacking me. Formalities can thus be used."

Kait slumps down on KP's bed "Whatever."

KP "Katiryna of Klynora," she shakes Zoe's hand "My Earth name is Kirsten."

Zoe "Elziim of Ziirav. Zoe for me." they look at Kait.

Kp "I know NOTHING about you."

Kait "Zineb. Mandorum, Earth is Kait."

KP "So....wait....we're all royal figures in our realms.....thats kind of an odd coincidence dont cha think?"

Zoe "I doubt this was by accident."

KP "What do you mean?"

Zoe "Think about it. We're all sent on the same mission, to the exact same school at the same time, and randomly 'happen' to meet?"

Kait "Actually.....We're still missing someone-if what your saying is true."

KP "Right. Fairy princess.....what was her name again?"

Zoe "Kahna. High strung, high maintenance, high demand for like, every guy EVERWHERE. Mortal enemies with vampire over there." She points to Kait "It wont be easy to get her to believe anything we say."

Kait "Well thats understandable. Fairies have really tiny brains-its all that inbreeding."

KP laughs "That is SO mean!!"

Kait "But its true!" she smiles slightly, stifling a laugh.

Zoe "How are we going to find her?"

a loud shriek is heard just down the hallway. Zoe and Kp look out towards the racket.

Kait ".....You have GOT to be kidding me."

They go down towards the end of the hall, and turn into a giant mess of bags and cheerleaders. There are a few large guys standing there too-holding cheerleader luggage.

Melissa "EW!! These rooms are like, sooooo SMALL!!!"

Court "They aren't THAT bad....I've seen smaller."

Melissa "Ugh, My room back home is like, 3 TIMES bigger than this!"

Court *3 times? Thats it? mines like, at least 6 times larger...* "Well maybe you can have something arranged with the principle?"

KP "OK.....the screechy one is SO her."

Kait "Try the calm, shy one in the corner."

Zoe "What?"

Kait points to court "THAT'S Kahna." Kahna suddenly looks over at the three, seeing Kait pointing to her. Her expressions immediately change from calm and humble, to haughty and angry.

Court "Hold on Melissa, i have to take care of something."

Melissa "Whatever." she continues complaining to the guys nearby.

Court marches towards the three, grabbing Zineb by the arm and draggin her off to the other side of the dorm. Zoe and KP follow close behind.

Court "you.....what are you DOING here?!?!?" she sees Zoe and KP, and realization flashes across her face. "This was supposed to be MY mission!!!" she stomps her heeled boot down in frustration.

KP and Zoe giggle slightly and Kait rolls her eyes. "Well, it looks like your part of a team now."

Chapter 3: Delinquent Dilemma

The four are walking around the school looking for all their classes. Each has run into at least one person from their small Cliques except for Kait.

Court "That was SOOOO embarrassing!"

KP "How was it embarrassing? She seemed nice!"

Kait "That's what Zoe said about Petro."

Court "Who's Petro? OOOO!!! Is he your boyfriend?!"

Kait colours slightly, masking it with embarrassed anger "NO!!!!! We arent even friends! He just likes to show up unannounced and creep me out."

Petro walks up behind her and leans in between the shoulders of her and Court "Miss me?"

They both freak out and move to the sides. Kahna stares at him in horror. "Whats wrong with your HEAD?!?(shes talking about his hair colour) and your FACE-those metal tags!!!"

Petro looks at her, raising an eyebrow, completely unphased by the unintentional insults. "ew, Prep.....AND a cheerleader....."He turns to Kait "You'll hang out with the enemy, and not me?"

Kait "You have NO idea how true that statement is."

They continue walking and Petro reaches around Kait and grabs her schedule.

Court "Why are you so tall?!" she looks up at him, terror and horror worsening on her face.

Petro "Hey, we have the same History class....which is weird-why are you all in a 12 grade course?"

KP "Uh-we all took advanced lessons back home!"

Petro "Riiiiiight....."

Kait snatches her schedule back "We're trying to find the class, if you dont mind?"

Petro "We have Mr. Quan." He takes the front and turns a corner "My third year in a class with him! It's right downt he hall."

Zoe turns back to Kait "See? told you he seemed nice!"

Petro looks around quickly and wiggles the doorknob, opening the door slightly and peering in.

KP "Uhh....shouldnt we wait-"

Petro "SHHHH!!!! I gotta get somethin'" he goes inside, leaving the door open. KP makes a frustrated face and follows him. KAit looks at Zoe with a "really?" expression.

Zoe "Hey. I said delinquent too!"

Kait goes in, following KP, Zoe and Court come to, looking around the large room. Petro's over by Quan's desk, sitting down in the chair and opening drawers, shuffling through them.

KP "OK. This has gone far enough-if your some kind of thief, leave us out of it!"

Petro "Shudap!! I'm just looking for something, gawd. And if your THAT uncomfortable with this, 'Miss Priss', then LEAVE." He yanks at a drawer and it doesnt open.

Zoe blinks, Kait smiles at her evily "OK.....i take back my 'nice' statement...."

Petro digs into his pockets, finally pulling out a small keym pushing it into the lock and turning.

KP "Where did you even GET that?"

Petro smiles deviously "I picked it from Quan this morning when he was setting up the room. He probably doesn't even realize it's gone."

Court "You ARE a thief?"

Petro pulls the drawer open and smiles widely, taking out a small leather book, with odd symbols covering it, and multiple sticky notes protruding from the top and side of countless pages.

Mr. Quan "Oh he realizes." They all spin around, shock on all their faces.

End.

Chapter 4: Mr. Quan

Petro "Heh....sup?"

Quan "Honestly, Mr. Moyaz. you could have waited untill i'd actually gotten back to my room before taking your book back"

Petro "W-well-"

Quan "I took it from you for a reason."

Petro "Ya, I know. But then you forgot to give it back last year, and-"

Quan "And you've been without it all summer, yes i know...."

Petro "What are you trying to protect me from?"

Quan looks up, eyes wide "Excuse me?"

Petro "You heard me. Sir, you keep interfering in anything i do that revolves around magic."

Quan "I-i-"

Petro "Well, just dont bother! Magic isnt real..no matter how much we want to think otherwise.....so seriously. There's nothing to worry about." He gets up and leaves, pushing through the girls and heading back out towards the dorms.

The door closes and the girls turn back to Quan, "Hello, welcome! It's so nice to have historic experts in one of my classes."

Zoe "What do you mean by that?"

Quan "Why dont you tell me?" He taps his right temple with his index and middle finger. When they give him odd expression, he smiles. "It's obvious that todays youths don't get taught in magical histories." He bows deeply "I am High Wizard Quardreer, of Cahll. It's a pleasure to meet you my ladies."

Court "Cahll?! As in the Wizard Realm!?"

The three stare at her in surprise. Kait "Wow....she ACTUALLY knows something..."

Court "Well duh-Cahll is where all the most elegant, charming and handsome boys come from!!" she stares off dreamily. Everyone rolls their eyes.

Zoe "What are you doing here anyway?"

Quan "I was sent by the Wizard Council, Demongus himself, to make sure you four were taken care of. Can't have the next rulers showing up dead now can we?"

(in the background)Court "Who's Demongus?"

Zoe "But your also here for Petro, right?"

Quan leans back against his desk. "I've been here for 12 years. Teaching history, in teh hopes that everything would go as planned and Mr. Moyaz would be brought here for his last three years of school."

KP "Why?"

Quan "I'm to look after him, keep him safe.....make sure that he doesnt loose whatever control he he's got left.....his temper has gotten wrose though....Dire sign of things to come..."

Court "what are you talking about?"

Quan looks up abruptly "Nothing you should be concerned with.....at least not yet....For the moment i need to know that you all realize whats coming, more likely if you fail."

Kait "We dont even know what we're up against here!"

Quan "Im bound to not release such information....that blasted Code...."

KP "So how are we gonna find anything out?!"

Quan "Well....you could always try Shamiroth of Mandorum, Cameela of Ziirav, or Shaal Cantsley of Klynora. A possibility could be Aurelle as well.....but of course she's busy being a Flamean goddess and all." he smiles at Kahna. "Seeing them all would be best, Oh and.....if you can, theres a man in Yarshov(The large jail realm in teh form of a Prison Complex!!), who might be of use." He looks over at Kait "As i remember, your brother may be very useful for getting inside."

Kait "Uh....yeah, we'll.....we'll do that."

end.

Chapter 5: Mandorum

Kait walks out into the grounds, heading for the trio already waiting for her.

Zoe "How'd you get away from Petro?"

Kait "What's that supposed to mean?"

Zoe "I just mean that hes always following you around."

KP "Yeah, he's like a really big,  scruffy, creepy puppy."

Court "a LOVE-STRUCK puppy!!" Kp and Court laugh uncontrollably.

Kait "UGH! You guys, seriously. He doesnt 'love' me!! He just wants to force me to an early, annoyance-induced grave!"

Court "hehe, he wants to force SOMETHING alright!" more laughter from KP and Court, Zoe smiles, trying to keep herself from doing the same. Kait death stares both of them, and they slowly work it down to stifled giggles.

Kait walks past them and spreads her arms out to her sides, closing her eyes. "ZERACONTREL!" a large purple portal opens up, shooting out electrical currents and loud thunder.

KP "Um...are we supposed to trust that? 'Cause honestly, it looks like a spinning vortex of death."

Court "i have to agree..."

Kait "Oh grow up and stop being such Squeebs." she walks towards the portal, when Kahna breaks in.

Court "Why Mandorum first!?"

Kait "Because IM the only one in the group with Captain status-"

Zoe "Uh, technically 'princess' overpowers 'captain'."

Kait "SHH-TSSSSHHHH-SHHEH!" she waits for more giggles to subside. "Either way, im the only one with leadership skills-end of story. We're going to my realm first. Besides.....it's closest."(ya i had realms set up like planets its weird)

They enter and come out into a long grand hallway.

Kait looks around feverishly "DAMN!!! I overshot it-maybe theres still time to-"

BOOM! Kait and Court are encased in a thick glow and then a reverberating sound emmits from their bodies, They collapse to the floor.

Court "You ruined one of my favourite Earth outfits!!!" Kp helps her up.

Kait "well YOU just ended the fucking WAR!!!!"

Zoe "Isn't that a good thing?"

Kait snaps at her "NO! We have no legitimate reason to fight now! And, now we have to go through the peace celebration with all the ugly dresses, dancing and losers in suits." She stomps down the hallways towards the throne room, tearing off the Glamour as she goes.

The others follow close behind, removing their glamours as well. They enter a large room with huge tapestries hangin on the walls. There are guards lining the walls, spears at their sides, ready to be used. A tall, thin guard in a flowing purple cape stands next to the Queen. He stares at them as they enter, his helmet hiding his face in shadows, but a snarl errupts on his face. The royal insignia is embroidered on the cape and he's holding a large scythe, and looks ready to take heads off.

Queen "Daughter! Back so soon?"

The Queen looks young and spry, a pleasant, caring smile pulled tight across her face. A large crown glistens on her head, and an assortment of heavy fabrics and armour make up her dress. The man sitting next to her wears a silver ringlet across his forehead. He's clothed in Dark Gray armour, rose-detailing etched into it. He looks to be at least twice as old as the Queen, and makes no effort at emotion.

Kait kneals, head down low, knowing full well whats coming

Queen "So dearest, how has the mission been so far. I see the other princesses of the great realms are with you-always a good sign!" the Guard rolls his eyes, sighing loudly. The queen slaps his stomach with the back of her hand. "Shush dear." She looks at the others, studying them acutely, and smiles again "Welcome, i'm hopefull that the absense of a sun will not unnerve you?"

Zoe "Shouldn't be a problem your Majesty."

Kait looks over at her father, not wanting to stand up. *Say something father.* a voice enters her head. "How dare you continue to the throne room! You disgrace us by bringing a fairy here, then have the nerve to come see us?"

She blinks quickly glancing at the guard standing beside the throne. Her eyes narrow, and her eyebrows lower. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. he turns away for a second and touches his head.

Kait stands up, still staring at him. "Mother, if you'll excuse me,"

Queen "of course deary!"

Kait "AND Damean?"

The queen looks surprised, as do KP, Court and Zoe. Then she looks back at the guard behind her, back to the group. "Alright." She waves over a small, thin man in a fine outfit. "Would you go fetch Nathan for me? He needs to cover for Damean." the man bows and rushes off through a large set of doors to the right.

Damean slowly walks down the stairs from the throne, along the purple fabric, Scythe still in hand. Instead of coming to attention, waiting to receive orders like a well trained guard, he walks right past Kait, and continues up a set of stairs. Kait follows, a stern look on her face. The others tag along.

The get to a long hallway, and walk down it at a fast pace, turning corners and going down a bunch of stairs finally coming to a circular room. Kait moves in behind some boxes and dissapears. The others look at each other questioningly and go behind the boxes too. A metal hatch lies open and Kait is climibng down a long ladder into a huge room. They follow and stop when they reach the bottom.

It's lit with torches and they have to cross a bridge to get to an area with seats and a fireplace. The bridge crosses a large and deep looking canal filled with bright blue water. A thick, white fog comes from it. They cross and see the guard taking off his helmet, Kait's taken a set at a table with a skull and some bones placed on it.

Damean rips his hair free of the helmet, and stares over at the intruders. Kahna blushes a deep red, her mouth falling open for a second. Damean places the helmet on the table and closes his eyes, bracing for impact.

Kait twitches slightly, and then explodes "YOUR A TELEPATH?!?!?! WHEN THE HELL WHERE YOU GONNA LET ME IN ON THIS, HUH?!?! IM YOUR SISTER I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS!!!!"

he sighs, and opens his eyes, staring at her "I didn't tell you, because i knew you'd react like that. And excuse me, but when were you going to let me know that Nathan's courting you?"

Kait's eye widen, and she goes silent.

Damean "I heard some Privates talking about it......do you REALLY want to lead him on? Or is it because mum will never approve?"

Kait "What does it matter if she approves? and who says im doing that?"

Damean "It matters because she's still going to be around when you take the throne. And last i checked, Leading people on is what you do when you make them think they have a chance. You DO realize it can never work right?"

Kait "What are you talking about?"

Damean "You know full well what the King's position is in the royal family. The one upstairs is our biological father sure, but Mother ruled with others before him. She's made the mistake your going to make.....She fell in love, and made him King. Now when he dies she'll fall into a state of despair. you'll need to take the throne early, and find a suitable man to be your king, to foster the next generation of royalty. And of course, you being you, you'll choose your precious Nathan! When he dies, you'll die-inside."

She stares angrily at him, tears welling up in her eyes. His anger fades and he gives her a sympathetic look. "Im just worried about you. Tell him your not interested next time you two speak.....just tell him that....Captains can't have affectionate relationships with a member of their squad, er something....k?"

Kait stays silent, turning away from him. He sighs and sits down noticing the other three. "So....why did you freaks even come here?"

KP "WE'RE the freaks? at least our realms all have Sun's to keep our Moon's company!"

Damean "BLAH, blah blah." he puts his feet up on the table, and holds his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.

Zoe comes over and pushes Dameans feet off the table, snapping his eyes open. "We need your help."

Damean looks at her for a second "Why should i help you? I dont even help my SISTER most of the time!"

Zoe "Right, sure you dont-we need to talk to a 'Shamiroth'? Any ideas?"

Damean looks at her and over at Kait "So Zee, more things your hiding from me huh?"

Kait "This is MY mission, not yours, i dont need to give you ANY information!"

Damean breathes out heavily, looking back at the others-they've all come over and are sitting down at the table. "The Shamiroth is a kingly figure, leader of a bunch of Shadow Spirits in the Un-Temphs."

KP "Un-Temphs?"

Damean "Undergrounds temples shrowded in complete and utter darkness. Unless you want to be found and killed, having night vision is a must."

Zoe "But Zineb's royalty, if we go in there with her in our midst wouldnt they keep their distance?"

Damean laughs "Yeah, right! They were the original inhabitants of Mandorum, we came here and made buildings and life on top of their rocks. It was supposed ot work otu well-us living above ground, them living under it, they werent using the space anyway. But of course, the pompous morons decided they didnt want us ANYWHERE NEAR them. They've been waiting for a chance to start a war for a while. Killing off the princess heir would be a nice way of starting it."

KP "So then how are we gonna get in to talk to him?"

Damean "you ARENT. Shamiroth is the worst of the bunch. You're all gonna stay away from him and his little minions. I don't care WHAT your looking for, if all of you die a huge war will break out between all of our realms. Everyone will be eradicated EVERYWHERE." He gets up and puts his helmet back on, marching up toward the ladder. "I have to get back to duty, Nathan cant stand still, so he must be dieing up there right now." He climbs the ladder, and Kahna watches every second, eyes glazed over, still blushing.

They all sit in awkward silence for awhile, KP looks over at Kait, and puts a hand on her shoulder. Kaits head snaps up at her and she jerks free "What?"

KP "Nothing-just.....nothing."

Another silence. Kait "Well.....coming here was a complete waste."

Zoe "Not necessarily....." they all look up at her. "We could always disregard what Damean's told us....go anyway. We are descendants of the original Protectors afterall; being rebellious is what we do!" she smiles, hoping to lift their spirits. It ultimately works as a large and evily devious smile slowly forms on Kaits face. KP and Court smile too.

end.

Chapter 6: Vera's Blessing.

The four are standing outside a large Cave entrance, pillars and columns line the walkway. Kait walks forward, pushing the heavy metal gate open and walks inside. The others follow, and KP lights the passage with her staff. They all look back at her.

KP "If they come for us, they come for us. We'll worry about it if it happens."

they all smile and keep going. The trip is long and countless times they stop to look around, thinking they've heard something.

Finally they come to a set of hallways and rooms. They stop and lookc around. Kait chews her lip, staring down each hallway.

Court "where now, oh glorious leader?"

Kait "i.....I dont know, ok? I've never been down here before....."

Cronin "Zee?"

Kait looks to her right, and a small shadowy figure floats towards her, he's smiling goofily, and hugs her. "What are you doing here? Vampires aren't aloud in the caverns!"

Kait "We're looking for Shamiroth. do you know where he is?"

Cronin "Father? Why?"

Kait "Cronin, just trust me, we need to talk to him."

Cronin "I dont think that's possible....I'll go find him, go down that passage, you'll come ino his throne room. Guards can't attack you in there-too many valuables could get caught in the crossfire!" he floats off at a fast pace down the hallway he came from and they go down the hall he pointed out.

Zoe "Who was that?"

Kait "Cronin. I saved him from some of our guards when he came to the surface to explore. It was a few years ago..."

KP "And he's the kid of the 'Great and Fearsome' Shamiroth? Seriously, this guys credit is just dwindling away!"

"GET THEM!!!" a loud voice comes from behind them, and they spin around, seeing a group of shadow guards rushing down the hallway towards them.

Kait "RUN!!" they bolt down the hallway, the large doors coming closer. They get inside and come face to face with more guards. Kait pulls her sword out and puts in a ready position, but before she can do anything a booming voice shouts "STOP!"

The guards all vanish and the four look up at a large shadowy demonic figure. Cronin is floating next to him, smiling with relief.

Kait smiles gratefully and puts her sword back in its sheath.

Shamiroth "My son demanded that i let you all live. Why are you here, Princess?"

Kait walks forward, "We were told by a High wizard to talk to you about the 'Great Evil'....."

Shamiroth "Ahhh that...." he gives Kait a peculiar look and floats back towards a large curtain "Come."

They all exchange glances and follow him.

Shamiroth "Your people think i would kill you if you came anywhere near here....so i take it they dont know you've come?"

Kait "Of course not."

Shamiroth "Good, good. You not like the past queens.....too much like the first one."

He opens the curtains and they arrive in a large room full of weapon replicas, armour, suits, dresses, and countless antique items. A huge statue looms over everything in the middle of the room. The statue features a built woman roaring up at the sky, giant leathery wings spread out over her head, a giant sword in one hand and a huge shield in the other.

Their mouths drop open and Kait drops to the floor, kneeling in respect.

Shamiroth "The great Vera was one of the original forces used to lock him away. We're hoping that since you are a direct descendant of Vera, that you will take in the responsability of taking care of both sides of Mandorum. Your mother and queens before her have neglected us. Bring honour back to your people."

Kait stands up "I swear to you i will. I'll never follow in their footsteps."

Shamiroth "good." He grabs her wrist and it sizzles for second. She rips free and stares down at a blood red symbol on the bottom of her wrist.

Kait "Vera's Blessing..."

Shamiroth "You are now bound by your word, and are given free passage in the Caverns."

Kait ".....wow....."

KP "We still need information."

Shamiroth turns his gaze on her, and reaches his hand upward to a high shelf near the ceiling. An old scroll comes down to him and he hands it to them. "Go back to the castle, get some rest, and leave in the morning. Don't let anyone know you have this."

KP "what...is it?"

Shamiroth "A bit of help. You'll need a necromancer to translate it for you though. Keep it safe."

He fades and a boulder moves, moonlight streaming into the room.

End.

Chapter 7: Ziirav

Court, KP and Zoe are outside a door, standing in a long hallway. Court's knocking furiously, "C'mon Zee!!! We don't have all day!!!!" They wait another while and Court stomps her foot down again.

Damean comes around the corner and sees them, a look of surprise on his face. He comes over to them, holding his helmet in his arms "You're still here?"

Zoe "We're waiting for Zineb."

Damean "But she's not in there...."

Court "Then where is she!?"

Damean "In the courtyard. She broke it off with Nathan, and their fighting with sharp, pointy weapons to ease the pain." He marches off down the hallway, turning the corner.

The three are about to go down and see Zee, when she walks up and sees them "'Bout time. I've been training all morning, waiting for you guys!"

Court "Well we've been waiting for YOU all morning!"

Kait stares at her. "You suck at making sense. ANYWAY." She looks over at Zoe "Well?"

Zoe "OH, right...." <input portal word here>

The portal opens, its small and circular, glowing a bright blue with a circuit board design floating through it. She walks through and teh others follow, they come out on a sidewalk in a large city.

They look around in awe, mystified by the tall buildings and advanced technology. Zoe takes the lead heading down a street towards a tree filled area in the distance.

Zoe "Hurry up-maybe we can get into the woods before they know im back!"

Kait "Before WHO knows you're back?"

Zoe turns around looking up into teh sky, the others follow her gaze and their mouths drop open.

KP "What is that thing?" a large circular opject is floating above them, its very large and gusts of air protrude from underneath it. One very tall sir, in a tall hat is standing on it, with four other men, all clad in skin tight armour. They rush off the hovercraft and grab onto the four, brining them aboard.

They all struggle but Zoe breaks into ther minds. *Don't struggle, it just makes things worse.* They go still, letting the guards take them wherever their going.

<-- All in Head

Zoe "I guess you guys wanna ask about this huh?"

Kait "When were you gonna tell us that you're a wanted criminal!?"

Zoe "Who said I was that?"

Kait "Start explaining."

Zoe "No time, not right now."

---->

"We're here." They all look down at the large Dome of a building below them. The hovercraft is still heading forward, but it's sinking towards the earth as well.

It gets to a small platform and they're escorted off by the guards. They go inside, following the elven man in the tall hat down a long hallway. They come out in a large circular room, there are seven men sitting at a long rounded podium, elevated above everything else. The man in the middle stares down at them, there's a hint of disgust on his face.

Valfross "Princess, back so soon? You've barely been gone 2 weeks!"

A young boy-about their age-with straight, golden blonde hair and bright turqoise eyes suddenly looks up, seeing Zoe. His back straightens and a small blush enters his cheeks. Kahna smiles over at Zoe in an odd way, and Zoe rolls her eyes, stepping forward.

Valfross "Your mission is incomplete-AND compromised, it appears."

Zoe "High Chancellor Valfross, excuse my unannounced return. My mission is going well, but we were grouped together and sent back to our realms to-"

Valfross puts his hand up, a gesture of silence, and smiles like a Raptor "Princess," He drags the words out, as if trying to seduce her with them "No need for explanations." the blonde boy looks next to him, staring up at Valfross intently. He doesn't look happy. "You ARE the heir to the throne after all, excuses and words aren't really your forté."

The blonde boy says something under his breathe("Disrespectful Prick"). The council leader slaps him in the back of the head, hard.

Valfross "What was that m'boy?" The boy mumbles "I didn't here that." The boy looks up at him, his brows lower and come together.

Lucien "I said nothing. nothing at all, council head."

Valfross "Of course you didn't. Now princess, i'll let you go....do whatever it is princess types do, but keep those mongrels of yours under control." He smiles and ushers them out without even waitign for a response. They stand on the platform, all look uneasy and stare at Zoe.

Kait sits down on a nearby bench, Kahna sits next to her. "So. Do we have time for talk now?"

Kahna "Why were they so mean to you?"

KP "Not 'They'. Just that Valfross guy."

Zoe looks out over the platform, her lips are pressed tightly together, and she closes her eyes. "Not everything is sunshines and rainbows guys. And in politics, the people you want to lead the world, the people who can do so much good, rarely get in. If they do, it's always in low positions."

Kait "That doesn't explain the lack of respect for you. On Mandorum-"

Zoe "This isn't Mandorum....Or Klynora, or Flamea.....this is different. We have a council that decides everything-a government, instead of a court of Royals. The Royal Family is more for show than anything else. I'm a trophy, not a person."

They all go silent. The doors to the court house open and the blondey walks out. He looks like he's going to wrap Zoe in his arms, but she turns and leaves. His sympathetic smile dies almost immediately, and a look of worry sprints across his face. He rushes after her. "Ellie!"

KP "'Ellie'?" Kahna temps a smile and Kait shrugs.

Zoe stops, sitting down and swinging her legs out over a tall building that rests underneath the Council's Dome. She stares out over Ziirav and takes a long breathe. Lucien slows to a walk and sits down next to her. He doesn't touch her, but sits straight, eyes closed, breathing steadily.

Zoe looks up at him from her slump. The wind ruffles his hair, and the worry makes him look peacefully morbid. Zoe smiles slightly. *You're the embodiment of perfection for all my friends. But you just don't do it for me.*

Lucien *I know...*

Zoe *Then why do you keep trying?*

Lucien pauses, he opens his eyes and looks over at her. *I don't know.* He smiles and stands up. He sees the others coming and bows to them perfectly, walking back to the Domed Council Chambers.

Court "So.....Who's Cutey McModel over there?"

Zoe "That's Lucien. If the Royals were still in charge, there would have been an arranged marriage between us."

KP "That's not so bad-he seems to really care about you."

Zoe "He's just like his father. That's whats wrong with him."

KP "Who's his father?"

Zoe looks up. "High Chanceloor Valfross isnt the head of the Council. He's a runt, second in command, handles all the lesser problems." She points to a long screen situated on the side of a sky scraper. There's a tall man with turqoise eyes and a menacing stare. His white hair is combed perfectly to the side. "THAT's the council head. Luciens father, Supreme Chancellor Malthez."

KP "Scary guy..."

zoe "No kidding. Lucien's had a crush on me for years, he cares and he acts real sweet and innocent, but he isn't. I've seen the murderous traits of his father in him."

KP "Murderous?"

Kait "Literally, or-"

Zoe "Literally. You can see the thoughts running through his eyes-like when Valfross acted rude to me." She gets up and looks over at the four. "We should get going. The forest is dangerous at night."

end.

Chapter 8: The Bog-Shack

They set off into the woods, walking along a cobbled path. Many archers smile and bow as they pass.

KP "So you guys have a mix of technology and nature.....cool."

Zoe "It's not a mix. It's a war, and technology is winning."

KP "Well....uh...th-that sux..."

Zoe leads them into knee deep bogwater. It's brown and mushy. court stops and doesnt come anywhere near the bog. She stands on the edge, her arms folded across her chest and a pout across her face.

They stop and stare at her. KP "What's wrong?"

Court "I'm NOT going in there."

Zoe "Why not?"

Court "Its wet, and icky and it'll totally ruin my outfit!"

Kait "Oh thats it. your comin'!" she grabs Court around the waist and pulls her into the mush. They both topple into it, head first, it splatters all over KP and Zoe.

Kait gets up, laughing spaztically. KP and Zoe join in and Court stands up, the mud is all over her and Kait. She screams and they all cover their ears. It stops and she loocks down at her clothes.

Court "They're ruined!"

Kait "Oh lighten up."

Court "Me? You, miss Queen of Darkness, is telling ME to 'lighten up'?!"

Kait "Yeah, pretty much." She throws a fist full of mudd at courts face, then turns around and starts to walk in the direction Zoe was going. A bunch of mudd hits Kait in the back of the head. She turns around and looks at Court, who's got a huge smile on her face.

Court "If anyone knows balls, it's ME!" she stops and a huge shock of deep red comes across her face "No wait-that came out wrong!!" the others laugh at her and a mudd battle breaks out.

Zoe blocks some shots thrown her way, everyones laughing. She trips on a root and falls back into the bog water, covering herself more in mudd. She looks up and sees a shack hidden by the gunk she fell through.

Zoe "Uhh......guys?"

They all come over, peering into the small space. It's a cavern.

KP "Way to go Ellie!"

Kait "Yeah, you pulled a Kahna!"

Court "Hey! i havent tripped and found anything yet!" She marches forward into the cave, tripping over another stray root. "Ptoo! Scratch that..."

Zoe "Yeah, there are roots all over the place, try to be careful."

Court "You could've warned me beforehand!"

Zoe helps her up "sorry!"

KP slides some much over the way they came in.

Kait "What are you doing-thats just gonna block our exit!"

KP "It'd also keep the hermit who doesnt wanna be found happy, and in a mood other than KILL."

Kait "Right....good idea." They continue towards the shack.

Court "Why are we even going here?"

Zoe "Because Cameela is a swamp witch. It would make sense to stay by yourself in a bog-yknow, away from people can report you?"

Court "Ugh....this is so dumb."

KP and Zoe giggle and Kait rushes up to the house, knocking on the door.

Zoe " you're in a rush."

Kait "It's gettign dark, you said this place was dangerous when that happens."

Court "Chicken."

Kait "Idiot. Im being smart. I dont wanna get into any more fights-"

the door opens and a crack rings through the air, a flash sends Kait flying back into the mud.

court "What the heck was that?!"

KP "Magic." she rushes forward and into teh house. The door closes as Court comes in behind her. "Oh this is bad"

Kait gets up "What just happened?"

Zoe "Kahna and Kat went inside the shack."

Kait "And left us out here to fend for ourselves."

Zoe "Im more worried about them. Cameela is powerful."

inside the house, Kahna and Kat are standing in complete and horific silence. They look around.

KP "What should we do?"

Court "uuuuuhhhhhh-" She sees a hatch on the floor down the hallway "Floor Hatch! It must lead to a basement!" She runs over to it.

KP "Why should we go down there?"

Court "Have you never watched a horror movie?" KP stares at her "Well, the bad guy is always in the basement." She tugs at the hatch but it wont budge.

KP "It's blocked by a magic Barrier. I could disable it given some tim-"

Court "I got yer 'Magic Barrier' right HERE!" she blasts off a large fire ball. It hits the hatch and blows it to smithereens. KP looks at the charred remains "good job!" She goes down through the hatch, Court follows. They come across a woman leaning over a spellbook with a large cauldron on the floor. Theres steamy orange mush bubbling out of it.

She quickly looks up and shuts the book.

KP "Oh, no no. It's ok....we just ummm-"

Court "Your shack is eating our friends!"

Cameela "Oh goodness!" She slaps a wall near her "Dont eat people!" The shack gurgles and Kait and Zoe drop in on them. They get up, Kaits sword is still drawn and they both look horrified.

Cameela "Oh you poor dears! Jeffrey does that sometimes....im gonna have to get him fixed..."

Zoe "You wouldnt happen to be Cameela, would you?"

Cam "Yes-you've heard of me?"

Zoe "Well of course. Your the elven sorceress who went missing 12 years ago."

Cam "12 huh? It has been a long time, hasnt it?"

Zoe "Everyone thinks your dead."

Cam "Well good. I dont want those pompus snobs bothering me!" She laughs and sits down, four chairs materialize behind the girls. "Have a seat, girlies! I figure a wizard sent you for something.....important?" She smiles

zoe "Quardreer sent us. We need to know about the supposed 'Great Evil' thats recently broke out."

The smile fades. "He's an elf. His name is Cazath, he's the only one of his kind left."

KP "You guys are elves though..."

Cam "Cazath is a Karez,"

Zoe "An Ancient? But thats not possible. they were all wiped out by an army of Dragon Creatures."

Cam "By their own. One elf, with unimaginable power. You four are the new Protectors, yes?"

Kait "Well who else would we be?"

Cam "May Aeliive's barriers keep you safe. You won't survive....not against Him."

end.

Chapter 9: Klynora

Kait sits up, lookign over at Zoe. court is fast asleep but KP nudges her awake. They sit on the beds, and start getting ready to leave.

Kait "I find it strange that we havent seen your parents yet."

Zoe "you probably wont, considering the fact that we're leaving for Klynora now."

Court "Why do we have to leave so EARLY?!"

KP "It's 11 o'clock, how is that early?"

Court "Mreh..."She falls back on her bed.

KP "I have to warn you guys. My grandfather is WAY into parties and celebratory feasts. So when we get there, and he sees us all together, he'll probably call for one or both."

Kait "Yum. I'm liking your grandfather already."

KP "Yeah, he's great." <insert portal word here>

The portal opens up, its an oval with a sandy brown colour. Festive music is flooding in through it and everyone smiles and cheers up. They walk through only to stand in the middle of a torn down area. Everything is dead. The smiles fall from their faces.

Kait "Not what i expected." She puts her hands over her head and her skin starts to burn "DAMNIT!!!!"

KP "Shit!" She hits the pink orb at her side and magic floods out of her hands towards Kait. She's now incassed in a purple glow. "There. That should protect you from the suns rays."

Court "how come Zee didnt burn up in Ziirav?"

Zoe "Kahna, it was overcast the entire time we were there...."

Court ".....oh....."

They continue on "What did this, Kat?" zoe looks worried.

KP "I think i know...but its not possible, he's locked up."

A thin man with long black hair rushes up to KP, they hug. "Kat, your back! Your Grandfather will be so happy!"

KP smiles and then it fades "Alec, what happened here?"

Alec's eyes dim "The Metal-Eater got free, started spewing the stuff everywhere, ate through all our gear. It took the council to shut him down."

<----in the BG

Kait "does EVERY realm but Mandorum have a council?!"

Court "Pretty Much!"

------>

KP "Is he locked up again? will he get out again?"

Alec "Yes. he's been secured in a new location. We decided that keeping something like him here was a bad idea."

Kait "So then where IS this 'Metal-Eater' guy?"

Alec "A place where he can do no one anymore harm." They all exchange glances. "Now come! Shaal Cantsley(KP's grand dad) will be glad to see his new Protectors have arrived. Especialy, in the presence of his Granddaughter!" Alec leads the way out of the ruins and into a tropical, populated place. Numerous morphers are walking and greet them with a smile and bows.

Zoe "good to know Royalty is actually trusted here."

KP "It's a relief isn't it?"

They keep going untill they reach a large building made of the sand itself. Stone pillars line the walkway. They get inside, massive and detailed mozaics line the walls and floors. A river be runs through either side of the hallway.

Shaal "Granddaughter!" An old man is standing at the top of the staircase infront of them. He's wide set, with a long beard thats tucked into his belt. His hair poofs out from under a hood. He's with two other men of similar styles, one is tall and lanky, he looks humble and thoughtful. The other is pointy, with a strict face and straight back.

Kat runs up the stairs and embraces Shaal in a big hug. The two old guys leave and Shaal shows the girls to a large, black room. The only light comes from floating candles scattered throughout the room.

They sit down in the middle of the room, surrounding a small pit. Shaal stand at the Head of the group.

Zoe "You know why we're here"

KP "So who is he.....Cazath i mean."

Kait "What exactly did he do?"

court "And how do we fit into all this?"

end.

Chapter 10: The Protectors

Shaal "Cazath. The name sends shivers, yes?" They nod, and smile uneasily-all except Kait. He points to her. "You. You need to loosen your emotions."

Kait "I doubt that'll happen."

Shaal "you all must work together, any small emotional contact will help improve your abilities. If you are linked, fending off Cazath will be that much easier." He looks down at the pit. "Now, you should see the face behind the evil." He places his hands at shoulder height, stretched out over the pit, the room rumbles and a huge blast of yellow energy explodes from the pit. It engulfs everything in an unavoidable light. Shaal controls it with his hands, forming images of Dragons and undead creatres, theres an elf in the middle of the room.

He's tall and thin, with muscled arms. his face is long and pointed, and his fingers have an extra joint. His eyes are similar to the dragon's.

Shaal looks at teh girls, they stare on with glazed eyes.

Zoe "He IS an Ancient."

Shaal "Not as impossible as it seems, is it?"

Court "What about us?"

Shaal "You all play a more important role than you think."

Kait "Oh great, so we're like....'Chosen Ones' er somethin'?"

KP "No. We're descendants, right grandpa?"

Shaal "Precisely. Descendants of the original Protectors."

Kait "Why didnt they succeed? Why is Cazath still alive, they should've done away with him!"

Shaal "It is not our way to kill those with such power. At least it wasnt." He looks regretful, and the mist clears. "The past protectors locked him up so as to find a cure for his madness."

Zoe "But no cure came."

Kait "You can't cure stupid, or evil, or different. What were they thinking."

Shaal "What makes you tihnk they were acting of their own minds? They were messangers of the people, they worked for what their rulers wanted."

Kait "So basically, this is all the fault of the Councils!" she smiles, and the others stare.

Shaal smiles "The councils weren't installed untill later. The 5 Protectors-"

Zoe "4." Everyone pauses. "The texts say 4, so do all the elders and ancient writings."

Shaal "My dear, The Milky Way, that entire universe of space that Earth resides in is a realm in itself. One of 5 protectors from the most powerful realms of existance. The texts lie."

As he says this he motions with his hands, and five figures appear before him. "Aeliive, Aurelle, Vera, Habibah....and Damien."(I DONT KNOW WHY THATS HIS NAME. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THERE IS ALREADY A DAMEAN IN THIS SERIES WTF YOUNGER ME.)

Court "Why does that guy look so familiar?

Kait(under breathe) "He looks like Petro..."

KP "So....why would the texts lie? Why have you kept this from me!"

Shaal "...We felt that telling you before he escaped would result badly."

KP "You knew he'd escape?"

Shaal "Our Se'ers did, yes."

Zoe "So why are you telling us this now?"

Shaal pauses "You will be going back to Earth soon, yes?"

Court "AFTER we go to Flamea!"

Shaal "Then you must find out everything. At least everything we can offer you. I can't discuss it at length, but you must travel to Yarshov and seek out Cazath's cell. Try to locate any clues as to how he escaped-and dont be found out."

KP "but-"

Shaal "Leave in the morning."

end.

Chapter 11: Break In

They're in their room-sections divided for them-getting ready for their next day.

Court "Is it just me or is everyone we talk to scared of Cazath?"

Kait "No shit Kahna. He brutally killed off his own people."

Zoe "im more disturbed that no one is giving us complete answers. It's like they dont trust us."

KP "Maybe they dont."

Everyone goes silent.

KP "I mean, look at us! We're kids, we cant even get along with eachother most of the time. how are we supposed to fend off a great and powerful evil like Cazath? Can anyone?"

They stare at their feet, still silent. They look over at Kait, she has her thinking face on and chews her bottom lip.

Zoe "Whats wrong?"

Kait "That redhead...The 5th Protector...Damien....he....he reminds me of Petro."

No one says anything "I know.....it sounsd stupid, but they look so similar...."

Court "Maybe its just a coincidence?"

Kait "Its not. Quan didnt tell us about him and theres a reason why."

KP "We'll worry about that when we get back to Earth. For now we have to find a way into Yarshov."

Zoe "Quan said something about your brother, Zee?"

court "Cant we do this on Flamea?"

Kait "No. I dont even wana go there, Damean definately wont show."

Court "Well hes gonna have to. hes part of the Royal Family, and the Princess Ball is in a few months!"

Kait "bleck."

KP "So how are we gonna get ahold of ihm?"

Kait "already have. He'll be waiting for us there."

They sit down-two to a bed-and clasp hands.

Court "What are we doing?"

Zoe "Opening the portal to Yarshov. We cant get there unless we work together though.

They all close their eyes and focus, then they opent eh portal. Its dark, rusty red, and screams are heard from the other side. They stand up and file through the portal.

They come out the other side to see Rusty red grit below them. They look up to see a huge metal gate, a large black, grey and red building and a lone man in a purple, hooded cloak. The sky crackles with thunder.

Damean turns around and comes toward them, "Where have you been? I've stood here for 30 minutes, WAITING! Do you honestly think i have this time to waste?"

Kait "Oh please-You'd probably just use your breaks to hit on chicks who don't know better-Like Kahna!" Court's face turns red immediately, and she gets really shy.

Damean "UGH-it doesnt matter!" He throws them each a cloak similar to his own "Put these on and follow me." He walks up to the gates and slides something from a pant pocket swiping it through a detector. The heavy doors creak open and the five-sum walk through and up the path towards the Prison Complex.

Guards in spikey, closed off armor let them through without a glance. They go down a long hallway and down flights of stairs. They finally go to an area called "Block 11-D" underneath is a sign saying "Danger, Do Not Pass". They go into 11-D and head to the end of the hallway each cell is blocked by lazorgrids and a thick metal door.

They get to the end of the hallway and turn to the cell on the right. The lazors are off and the door is bent and scorched, placed at an odd angle. KP stops them from moving.

KP "Don't go in, not yet." She takes off a ring and holds it in her fisted palm, touching the pink orb at her hip. The ring grows into a staff and she holds it out infront of her, scanning the room. "You can go now, just try not to move anything." They go in, KP is still processing.

As soon as Zoe crosses the threshold, her hands fly to her head, and she closes her eyes. Court and Kait spin around.

Court "OMG!"

Zoe "Guh-" She backs out of the room, Damean helps her, and gets her focus back. "Magic. Definately magic-not Cazaths, this feels like.....like I dunno, but its not wizardry."

KP opens her eyes "Blac Magic. Its Shamans work, not clan either. Earthling."(oooooh boy me. yikes)

They all stare at eachother, feeling the tension wash over them. Kait stares around the room, everything is charred and melted, things are half stuck in walls and portions of the cell are gone. "A human did this?"

end.

Chapter 12: Flamea

Court reaches her hands out and speaks the portal word(TRAHOOLAMUNGAH!), it opens up just as Damean's Mandorum portal does. Thei still inside the complex. He goes through and it shuts behind him. Then the four walk into Flamea-after putting another protection around Kait of course.

The portal is a fiery red, and gusts of warm air pour out of it. Flamea is very warm, grounds of orange grass and cobblestone roads. Carriages help fairies get to and fro. There are volcanoes in the distance and forests of orange and red trees spread throughout.

They hail a carriage and get in.

Kait "Why do you have wagons carrying you everywhere? Your a fairy, you people can fly!"

Court "Flying is like running, it gets hard and stupid after awhile!"

Kait "Uh huh.....how the HELL did you people resist our forces for so many years?!"

They get out and walk up towards a giant marble castle, it looms over everything and has vast gardens lined up infront of it. They go inside, walking up the stairs and heading to the back of the building. They descend a humongous pair of stairs into the back gardens, white fowers are everywhere.

Kait whispers to Zoe and KP "Did someone die?" they giggle and court runs out towards a man and woman. She huges them enthusiastically. They're both in white. "Mom, Dad, I'm back! It's just for a night, but im BACK!"

Kait whispers again "why are we even here? Quan said that Aurelle wouldnt help us!"

KP "The night before we left, she got a lettre from her parents."

Court "So, whats going on?"

Zoe "Everythings decorated in white and faded pinks-this must mean something good."

The kind and queen glance at eachother, smiling happily. "Your brothers getting married!"

Court stares blankly for a second. "T-to who?"

They look over towards a young, beautiful man with sandy brown hair, He's in a white suit, standing next to a shapely, gorgeous woman with a cheerful smile. They're holding hands.

Court "I-i.....think....thats......GREAT..!!! I....I have to go show them to they're rooms...." she runs up towards them and drags them up the stairs and inside. She rushes into a humongous room the size of Cameela's shack and flops down on a huge bed near some windows.

KP "Kahna, is something wrong?"

Court "EVERYTHING IS!!! I get a lettre from my parents talking about good, happy news, and then i find out my brother is going to wed the girl i hate!"

Zoe "She seems ni-"

Court "STOP! Everytime someone says that, that person ends up being NOT NICE! So shuttup. nothing is going to make this better."

KP "Well....if you arent happy here, we could always go see if we can contact Aurelle!"

court "I guess.....At least it would get me away from my brother and his stupid bride-to-be."

end.

Chapter 13: Aurelle's Altar

They're standing outside a small temple, made of marble as well. They walk inside and head for the large altar in the center of the room. Court goes towards it and claspses her hands together, closing her eyes. The others stand back.

Kait "Do either of you know the Flamean prayers?"

Zoe "Nope."

KP "uh-uh."

Kait "I dont know them in english, and i wouldnt be able to speak the fairy language, but ive heard it in war."

They both look at her. Theres no anger on her face, almost regret. There's a huge silence and nothing happens. Court opens her eyes.

Zoe "Well?"

court ".....Nothing. aurelle isnt answering, she must be busy with something..."

Kait "Or someONE."

KP "That sux....we'll have to come back later, its getting dark and we have to get back to Earth in the morning."

end.

(wait that was a chapter? me. thats nothing. cmon now)

Chapter 14: Ambush

Their back in the garden, with joint hands

KP "OK, dont think about anything but Earth, the portal should take us back to the place we left." They all close their eyes and open the portal. Its a misty blue with green and white shocks. They smile and walk through, only to end up in a cave.

Right before them is a metallic, two-headed snake - its blasting an acidic, green-yellow liquid at a metal door. A man in a dark cloak is standing behind it, a smile on his face.

Cazath "Just a bit more. We'll have the amulet once your through." He looks over at them "ahhh....the new protectors, so young and breakable." He lifts a hand towards them and they all go flying back.

They hit the wall hard, and Cazath points his opened hand at the portal, clenching hard. It closes abruptly, and he smiles, holding his arms behind his back. He comes towards them at a slow, gentle pace, Elegantly drifting over the rocks and rubble in his path.

Cazath "I've been expecting you."

They sit up, looking at him with fear. Kait puts on an angry face and draws out her sword, barelling towards him, yelling.

He steps aside, gripping her left arm and lifting her up into the air. At the same time, his other arm comes toward her, fast. Energy pushes her back into the wall, small cracks are heard. She falls and lies limp on the floor. The others go over to help her.

Cazath laughs "Really, I was hoping for something more impressive."

Zoe turns her head to look at him, her eyes glowing. His eyes light up and the background fades, as well as everyone else. Zoe stands up slowly "You're a telepath."

Cazath "All the Ancients are. We have immense power, you and I."

Zoe "But I'm not-"

Her eyes widen and roll back in her head, she crashes to the ground. Court is about to attack, but KP stops her.

Cazath "Smart girl. You all need more practice." He walks back over towards the metal door, which has been melted, motioning with his hand. A small pouch comes out and lands in his hand, fabrics and clothing, other trinkets(Talismens, rings, etc.) Float out and file onto his arms and into a pouch at his side. "I'll let you go this time, and possibly next time to."

KP "Next time?"

Cazath smirks "Hm. Of course. It'll be much too soon for any of you to reach my levels of power." He turns, the snake following him. Then he opens up a huge portal, to a grey, destroyed world. "But after that. Well....I won't be holding back." He gracefully walks through the portal. It closes behind him.

They sit in the dark cave, staring blankly out infront of them. The four exchange worried glances.

end.

Chapter 15: The Amulet

Kait is sitting in History, sketching in her notebooks; swords, warriors in-fight, Cazath. Someone behind her pokes her back with a pencil, she turns slightly, seeing Petro giving her a look.

<-- Whispers

Kait "What?"

Petro "you OK? You look horrible."

Kait "Gee thanks. And again, why do you care?"

Petro "W-why does that matter? And honestly, I think i have the right to know if one of my goths been beat up." He motions to the bruises and cuts on her skin, then looks over at Zoe, KP and Court, who are similarly messed up. "What exactly were you guys doing last week?"

Kait blanks, eyes wide *Gotta lie...but what do I say?*

Someone taps abruptly on Kaits desk with a ruler. Petro whitens, quickly going back to scribbling down notes. Kait spins around, staring directly at Mr. Quan. He looks angry "If your going to talk in my class, at least do it discreetly." He marches back up to the front of the room, continuing his lecture on Queen Elizabeth.

Kait turns back to Petro "Now look what you-" she stops, staring at a large amulet strung around Petros neck. "When did you-"

the bell rings and they all file out.

Whispers -->

Petro gets up and heads out of the class, seemingly not having heard Kait. She gets up and runs after him, passing by a confused Zoe, KP and Court. They follow her and catch up in mid-conversation.

Petro "It was in a package on my bed. I woke up and it was just there!" He's still wearing it, sliding his fingers over the surface, and the odd purple crystal in the centre.

KP "You should take that off. You dont know who it belongs to-" He spins to looks at her.

Petro "It's mine. My name was on the box, no return address."

KP "Still, it's just weird that-"

Petro "It's just a trinket. Leave it be." He shuffles the papers under his arm, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway.

Zoe "huh, that went well."

Court "No it didnt." Zoe gives her a look.

Kait "What was that all about?" she looks over at KP suspisciously.

KP "I've seen that thing before, its-"

Quan "Girls. I need to speak with you."

They look at eachother and walk back into the history class.

Court "Whats up?"

Quan "I'm leaving for a bit....a bit before Halloween....Some business back home. I'll be gone for a month, be on your toes."

They stare at him oddly. "Oh.....and might i suggest keeping an eye on Petro? He's been acting strange lately, and my senses are.....well somethings going to happen. Keep your eyes open."

Court salutes "Will do."

end.

Chapter 16: Halloween

court wakes up to knocks at her door. She sleepily gets up and heads for the door, opening it to three masked figures who yell "Boo!". She screams, slamming the door. A few seconds pass, and another knock comes.

KP "Court? It's just us!"

Court "Thats what the monsters always say!"

Kait "Open up flame-butt, or i'll kick your door down."

She opens it, the three are holding the masks in there hands, smiles on their faces-except for Kait.

Court "Why are you all dressed up funny?"

Kait "A famous human tradition-popular on Mandorum and Klynora."

Zoe "It's just starting on Ziirav."

KP "HALLOWEEN!!!" She throws her arms in the air enthusiastically.

Court "Hallo-what?"

Kait "We'll explain on the way."

Court "The way where?"

KP "To the Pizza Place! So Dress up!"

~~~~~~~~~~~

They walk down the street, closing in on the small Pizza place.

Zoe "If you dress up for Halloween, you get free meals. Apparantly they do this every year."

Court "Cool. Wheres the creeper? This seems like his kind of holiday."

Kait "He's gone for the week. He'll be back on friday."

Court "Awww, poor muffin!"

Kait "Shuttap! I dont even care." she looks away from them, crossing her arms. They all go inside, sitting down at a booth in the corner.

Kait looks over at KP "You never finished talking about that amulet."

KP "Right.....that. I've seen it before in an old history book back home. There was something important about it....something dark...."

Zoe "Isnt it dangerous for mortals to be around dark magic too long?"

Court "Very. Sometimes they explode." They stare at her "...what? Its totally a fact!"

Kait "Whatever. Fact is, it needs looking into-especially with how it just randomly showed up."

Zoe "I'm more interested in what Cazath picked up in that cave-the thing in the pouch. And when our next meeting will be."

Kait "Well, one things for sure. Cazath knows much more than we do, and he's in complete control."

end.

Chapter 17: Disaster

Their sitting in math, last period. The announcements sound "Dont forget-the halloween dance is tonight from 7 to 11:30, best costume wins the grand prize!"

The bell rings and they leave, grouping up.

KP "You guys going to the dance? Sounds like fun."

Kait "I dunno." Everyone else is going. KP stops and turns around

KP "Why not?"

Kait "There wouldnt be anything to do. Besides, i dont dance."

They walks down the hallway and hear a student talking on a cell phone. He's standing at the office and they almost walk right past him. Kait stops abruptly and stares at him. His eyes glaze over her, and then come to attention.

Petro "Kait! Hey!"

Kait blushes slightly and waves back, the others turn around "Hi...."

He picks up his backpack and suitcase, heading for the dorms.

Kait "Where were you?"

Petro "Uhh....." He spots a poster for the dance "Hey! You going? It's usually pretty corny, but no teachers guard the hallways, so you can pretty much do whatever you want!"

Court "Oooo, Secrets. Never a good sign in a relationship."

Zoe rolls her eyes "We need to talk about that amulet of yours." She puts an arm on his shoulder and automatically pulls back, holding her head. She grabs KP's arm and they both stare at him.

Kait "you should probably go unpack-"

Petro "Annnnd?"

Kait "...and....ill go. But im gonna beat you up if nothing interesting happens."

He laughs "Well, alright then!" and heads down the hallway, around the corner.

Zoe "Ok, who saw it?"

Court "Saw what?"

Kait "Ya, what just happened?"

KP "His aura is black-its already being tainted by that amulet."

Later.

They enter a side entrance, passing by the gym with its pounding music. Court and KP run off to dance, and Zoe and Kait keep walking.

Zoe "So. Whats up with you and Moyaz?"

Kait "Whattya mean?"

Zoe "He seems pretty into you."

Kait "Whats your point?"

Zoe "Why dont you at least give him a chance? Ive heard earthlings have low morals-could be fun."

Kait "Thats the thing....He's a lowly human. Do you realize what might happen if anything starts up between us?"

Zoe "Kinda what i wanted to talk to you about....I dont think hes human."

Kait "What?"

zoe "I heard multiple voices in his head-one sounds like a demon."

Kait "But that makes no-"

People scream, running down the hallway and out the front doors.

Kait "What the...?" A white barrier of magic forms over the front doors, engulfing every possible escape route. A long, big two-headed snake slides around the corner.

Kait "thats Cazaths snake!"

Zoe "Its looking for something."

Kait "Cazath mustve blocked the exits-"

Zoe "Go find Petro, make sure hes alright."

Kait "Why? He can fend for himsel-"

Zoe "Remember what Quan said? We have to keep an eye on him. I'll go get Kat and Kahna-GO!"

Kait runs off down the hallway, and focus shifts to Court and KP. The white barrier melds over the doors to the outside and people are screaming, running around in the hallways. Zoe comes in just as KP runs off.

Zoe "Where is she going?!"

Court "To go check on the goth-"

Zoe "But-oh nevermind! One of them will find him. C'mon, lets make sure no ones hurt!"

Switch to KP. Shes running down a hallway, opening doors and listening for him. She feels his presence and sneaks into a room, looking around. Hes dressed in all black, with a long cloak draped over everything, fiddling with something on the desk infront of him. She closes the door, and quietly walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spins around.

KP "What are you doing?"

Petro "Oh, its you." He turns around again, and puts down a screwdriver, picking up a small black box and shaking it. "You ever wonder what the principal keeps in here?"

KP "NO! Now lets go, there are...weird things in the hallways attacking the school-we have to get outside!"

Petro "'Weird things'? You have got to be-" Something makes a noise outside the door "Oh Shit!" he grabs her and they duck under the desk. A hissing noise gets louder, and soon something slithers into the room. They hear a mans voice.

Cazath "Not in here, my pet? Well keep looking. If you find any of the girls, kill them, but leave the boy for me." Footsteps.

The slithering comes closer and a drop of acidic liquid drops from the snakes mouth, hitting the desk and melting through it. It hits the floor in between KP and Petro and they make a surprised sound, the snake fixes on them, strikign the table. They bolt from under it and run out the door, keeping pace perfectly.

KP *how is he keeping up!?*

They run around the corner and stop.

Petro "What the hell was that thing-whats going on!?"

KP "Nothing-I dunno, i....."

She looks past Petro, the snake is right behind him. It moves its head from side to side, staring down at his hooded head. KP's mouth drops open, she backs up and Petro catches on, turning around slowly. The snake lowers its head and breathes steam through its nostrils.

Petro "Uh.....hiya...hows it goin'?" It knocks into him, gently pushing him to the groun. "Hey-WATCH IT!"

The snake stabs Petro in the shoulder with the end of its tail. Then it sprays acid at KP, she bolts away down the hallway. It follows, leaving Petro, struggling with a large spike of poison on the floor. He pulls it out, slowly rolling over onto his stomach. He clutches at his shoulder, his head spins.

Petro "Gah-aaahhh.....Jesus!"

KP runs into Kait, who has Zoe and Court with her. The snake comes around the corner, its rushing towards them. Kait grips at her side, a sword hilt is hanging there, when she grabs it and pulls it free, the purple metal generates and she runs towards the snake.

She swings that sword and brings it up through the snakes head. It hisses and explodes into light. The light travels back down through the hallway.

Kait "What the hell is going on here?"

KP "Cazath is here. He's looking for someone-a guy."

Court "Wheres Moyaz? Arent you guys supposed to find him!?"

KP "Hes back down the hallway. I had to lead the snake-thing away from him. It hit him with something-c'mon!" They run back down the hallway, Kait lands on her knees next to Petro, rolling him over and placing his head on her lap. She strokes his hair, moving it from his face, then touches the circular gash in his shoulder. The skin is black in the immediate area, and fades to a sickly green. "Its poison....."

Cazath "Right you are." They all go flying back. Petros head hits the floor and he wakes up "Ahh. So this is the boy ive been hearing so much about." he stares down at Petro, he looks quite pleased. Cazath walks over to him, motioning with his hand, telekenetically pulling Petro up off the ground "Funny. You look just like him. It's quite fascinating."

Kait "Let him go!"

Cazath "Im afraid i cant do that."

Petro grips Cazaths arms, kicking him in the face. He falls to the floor and Cazath clutches his face. Petro moves his leg at Cazaths ankles, sending him falling to his side.

Kait rushes forward and grabs Petro, they head off down the hall. They get far enough away and stop. Petro slides to the floor, Kait crouches next ot him "You ok?"

Petro "Ahh.....I feel like ive been run over with a freight train.....ah-twice...."

Kait "Just give it time. It should fade from your system in a few hours."

Petro "Im gonna puke"

Court "Ew-Please dont!"

He tilts his head back, closing his eyes. "How do you all know that guy?"

Kait "Uhhh...-"She looks to the others for help.

Suddenly the girls are sent hurling down the hallway and Cazath comes up next to Petro. He opens a portal and grabs Petro by the arm, thrusting him through it. He smiles at the four and leaves.

Kait "NOOO!" She runs towards the portal but it closes. She haults to a stop and leans against the wall, punching it and sliding down onto her knees.

end.

Chapter 18: Quan Returns

Their in kaits room. Shes lying on her back on the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. KP is sitting on the edge, everyone is silent, not knowing exactly how to comfort her.

#long post

[huggpheonix]

The title says it all

6 things wrong with this world 1. Money has to be earned. Seriously, whoever came up with that one, put themself in a bind. The people who come up with things like that make me angry. 2. Treehouses need nails to keep them against the tree. I learned that one the hard way. I'd show you some hilarious video, or flashback of why... But i had no camera. Okay, now you might be wondering why I'm even talking to you. Or why that's a problem, "Geez, Jeorge, What's wrong with you?" Youre probably thinking. I dont have a parent who's willing to nail stuff to a tree. And adults dont trust me around sharp things. It was one freaking time, that kid got his knee run through with the screwdriver! Tears are leaking from my eyes. Jeorge was so full of life.. Mom's always busy, buying grocerys and working night shifts. What's a kid to do!? Huh? Kevin isnt around enough to nail stuff into a tree for me! Hes always drunk and taking my mom out for late night dinners. He becomes very distant.. Like every little action is hard to make. The blinking. The breathing. And with one sigh... Kayne.. Doesnt want nothing to do with me. But thats only because hes a big fat jerk, who doesnt know how to nail shit to a tree. Treehouses for christs sake! Simply nail it to the big block of wood standing in front of you. Kayne, just cant carry a hammer, thats his problem. I wince at the many swears flying from his mouth. I hastily wipe tears from my eyes. Hes grumbling now.. And that signature glare shows through. The one I'd do anything... To see one last time.. Mom's voice is high and smeared with alcohol. Shes calling me down to come inside. "Coming!" I shout weakly. Honestly.. Im not sure how long she.. Will last. After Jeorge, left.. Kevin did also. He ditched my mom with this cheap Italian cocktail mix, and a basket of pills. With the nerve to bring his new girl. Her names Kay Lee, an exotic,extravagant lady with dark features. Mom just dropped the basket he gave her, and walked away. I stared at the strange looks Kevin and his girl gave her.  I stood up and stormed to the door. "Dont come back you bastard. Youre scum, i hope you have a good life. I cant believe youre with him." I spat at both of them. And closed the door on the traitor. I made sure I locked it and took the basket to the table in the living room. I had a stare down with the basket and after taking it all in. I really had no doubt he was trash. A cheap bottle of Italian cocktail juice. A pack of cuban cigars. The rip off kind. A lighter and after testing it, was half empty. I took the pills and bottle, in case youre wondering. I suppose im going through that testy rebellious stage? I dont know. All i DO know is, Im not leaving the killers in there. 3. Kevin. Kevin's my mom's older boyfriend. Hes got a stupid Spray tan that makes his nose look huge, and his eyes look beady. Hair thats gelled too hard, and spiked to the touch. A stupid muscular looking body, but i can see the thing he wears under it. Girdle? Idontknow.  Veins that throw themselves down his chest and forearms. Hairy chest and legs and arms, for fucks sake. A-n-d a greasy mole of a mustache. Swimmers shorts and a polo t-shirt finish this guy off, like one of those fighter games. Ecxept theres no blood. Its too bad. Hes always, glaring at me when moms not looking, and makes sure he sees me see him put his hands alllll over mom. Hes rude for one. Hes mean for another. And coniferous. "A tree?" This kid whos climbing up from the ladder behind him. Jeorge rips his fixed glare from the camera and I see his face pull into an easy smile. "That's what that is? I thought.. Wasnt that the word you taught me the other day?" "Condescending?" The kid says with a mousy grin on his face. Jeorge lets out an oh, sound and turns to the camera. "Why are you, staring at a camera?" The kid asks. His face is lit with concern for his friend. "Why do you think stupid?" Jeorge says with a laugh in his voice. "Are you okay?" Kyle asks. "Why, wouldnt I be." Jeorge says too quickly. "I dont know. I saw your mom pulling away with that Kevin guy, wheres Kayne?" " screw him, who needs that jerk. And he went out with his friends." "They only use him for beer and smokes." "You think i dont see that?" "Oh. Well.. Uh.. " he says trailing off.  Jeorge rolls his eyes and sighs again. His arm reaches for the camera and flicks it off. Im unable to grasp any words. And put my head in my arms. I always thought Kevin was decent until after Jeorge was gone. I pull out the disc and insert the next one. 4. He's holding up 3 fingers. "Dude.. Thats trippy.. Its like... Youre making some type of message. "Message.. Im not... " he sighs and the camera freezes there. "No. What the hell." I swear to myself. I pull out the disc and sure enough, theres a scratch in the side. "Agh.." I growl and think. I know theres... A cd fixing store. I pull out my cellphone and dial a number.  "Syndoistic, a smile on your face or your money back."  "Syndey?" I say with disbelief.  "Who is this?" She asks. "Kayne... Kayne.. Quopolis." I breath back. "I dont know any- oh! Hey, Kayne. Whats up? Say i was wondering if youd be able to drive me somewhere tonight." "I .. Yeah.. Sure... " i say .. "Great! This will be sick. And why are you phoning me." "Not .. I was wanting to fix a cd, I scraped it and i need it back." "Ew, cds are old school now adays, you know your phone has a camera right?" "You cant record.. Onto..." I begin but sigh. "I know, its my moms." "You dont need to do that shit for her, better to save your money for you." "I feel really.. I- " "Oh. And i dont think youd want to come tonight.. Cause, were gonna hit the hard stuff and youre a lightweight." "Jesus, Syndey, okay, i get it. How much is the cd gonna cost to fix?" I snap, surprising myself. "Why are you yelling at me?" She says into the phone. "Syndey.. Im s-" "Just pick me up tonight.i dont care. 9.00$" she says annoyed. The line goes dead and i climb down the ladder. I go into the house for my wallet and..  "Mom?" "Jimmy?" She says sitting up. She immediately lays back down when she realises its just me. "Oh. Kayne." "Whos Jimmy?" "Oh, sweetie.. I was going to tell you the news.. But i just cant wait." She says smiling and sitting up again.. This time slowly. I have a feeling Jimmy is going to be another Kevin.. But i dont tell her that. "Jimmy Finostin, next door neighbour... And the best part?" She says pausing for effect.  "Hes widowed." "Mom, that isnt, good news." Mom glares at me, and i see so much of Jeorge my heart aches. "Hes not going to cheat on us. Boy, dont you see? Hes wealthy and im inviting him over for dinner." I ignore her and walk up the steps towards my bedroom. I hastily grab my wallet and go downstairs again. Knowing jeorge he wouldve scolded mom.. But im not jeorge. "What time?" I yell. "7:00 Geez, when do you think we have dinner!" She yells. I close the door and run to my car. I make a mental note, as im pulling out, to stay away from the house until after 8. Walking into the syndoistic media store i see parents and children and young people mostly. I have the cd in a band cover case. One of Jeorge's favourite bands. I'm faced with a squinty runty looking 20 year old who glares every time a customer comes up to him. "How may i be of service." He monotones glancing around the store. Hes got blonde hair that flows into a ponytail and half a mustache. "Cd cleaning." I say and pull out a band cover. "Sinjoy, huh? Not many listen to that much. Got a bad taste in music" he says under his breath. I dont reply and instead hand him the money. "Keep the change." I say. "A whole dollar. Wow gee, thanks." He says sarcastically. "When should the cd be done."  "Around 9." He says. I begin to walk away before a hand touches my shoulder. I turn around and am faced with syndey. "Syndey." I say. "Who else?" She says and rolls her eyes. "What do you need." "Remember our deal earlier." She says. "Deal? Its honestly not a deal. I dont mind dropping you off." "We talked earlier. But i need to change plans. Jay and Haynor want me there." I nod and take her out to my car. In there we are faced with awkward silence. "So... Jay.. And haynor,. How are they doing?" I ask out of curiousity. " jay and Haynor are still together. They got into Jay's parent's stash so you dont need to pay this time." "Thats cool.. Are they doing okay? Like " "Like how, else would they be? Honestly Karl." "Kayne." I say quietly. "Thats what i meant." "I had this drink in my house.. If you guys wanted it." She laughs and snorts. "Knowig you, its probably juice." My cheeks flush with colour and i look away. Instead focusing in the road. "You dont need to get all embarassed. Jesus. Always been sensitive." I simply turn on the radio.  "I'll take the alcohol if it makes you feel better." "Sure." I breathe and take a left. We drive to my house and I tell her to wait, "No offer to take me inside, oh Kayne. Youre such a gentleman," she sneers. "My moms busy." "No worries. Just get it and come back. Your neighbourhood is really eerie." I walk into the house and regret it. My moms in the kitchen with her 'date' and like, six friends. I shouldve taken the gate door..  I sneak past the kitchen doors and make a run for the backyard. Opening the door i step out. A fucking dog is sitting there. Its barking at me. Everyone is making their way towards the window to see whats wrong. I hide behind the window blindspot and when they shush their dog i run for the tree house. Inside and safe i grab the italian bottle of sludge And take a glance around. Its a little dark out, but i see just wnough to make out the seats and empty soda can binoculars. I didnt have the heart enough to take it out. Grasping the bottle tightly i make my way to the gate and lift the gate hook. I run to the car and put the bottle in Syndey's arms. "Is this covered in mud or what?" "It was in the tree house." "Ew, knowing your creepy brother he wouldve peed on it or something." I grit my teeth so tight i feel a headache swarm. I let go and turn the ignition. "I got this as a present after." I lie again and again. "Whatever." Syndeys a little abrasive, but thats only because of her rough past. Shes really beautiful.. But im not really into- "Keep your eyes on the road." I do as told and take her downtown. She gets out of the car and tells me to wait. Waiting i turn on the radio and distract myself. Im listening to my brother's old stupid music and i cant stop. All the lines are speaking to me in a gliding of glazed singers voice, A knock on the window has me spooked. Its syndey. I unlock the car doors and let her in, "The parties down another block." We drive and i let her out again. She comes back and gets back in, "What are you listening to?" "Poise for Peaces" "Why?" "Memories." "Look, im gonna get high and drunk tonight. I need you to come pick us all up at 4am." "Dont be stupid," i warn and she ruffles my hair, the way she used to when we were 14. "Dont worry." She gets out and waves at me.before i start the ignition and drive off. Poise for Peaces, had never spoken so loud before, and for once im letting it into my head. "Keep yourself straight but dont bend and break. Dont be afraid to be yourself, you son of peace, daughter of space." I whisper to myself and get out of the car. Its now 8:59 and i walk back into the Media shop. Late night stoners and hardcore gamers come here at night. Im greeted with a rolling eyed runty looking store cashier. "Back for the cd." "Its not nine. Youre too early." "Its literally one minute off." "I dont mean that you stupid kid, the cd, is damaged alot.lucky for you, i put in extra strength cleaner. No extra charge." "Wow... Thanks.. Thats really nice of you." "Youre,... Really dumb huh?" "What do yiu..." "Only your brother liked, Ninjoy. We used to sit in that tree house for hours one end listening to those lyrics... That kid was the best thing that happened to me. He was always there. For me. Not for my money, but for me." "Who-" "Sinero. Bergtuy" "Stoner kid." I whispered a little too loudly. He laughed and tears seemed to swell his eyes, but not one fell over. "Hes the reason i quit." We were interuppted when a teenaged girl came up to the counter with her leopard print purse. "16.00$" sinero claimed and the girl handed him 14.00$"  "Youre missing the extra 2$" "Oh god.. Sorrry.. I dont have the extra two." "Here." I said and handed a townie over. Sinero gave me a proud look and took it. The girl thanked me again and again, saying this was her daughter's favourite game.  "It's her birthday real soon. And.... She deserves it." Sinero hands her 10$ from his pocket and tells the lady, thats a contribution from him. The woman nearly had tears in her eyes and hugged both of us. "God bless both of you." "Have a nice evening ma'am. And dont forget to tell her happy birthday from both of us." She walked out with a really bright smile on her face. "With little acts of kindness, comes a great weight off the shoulders. Its how we can change the world." I nod. "After my shifts over i need to talk with you," he says before handing me my cd. "Yes." I simply say. I gently put the cd back into its owners favourite band protector and pocket it. "11pm come back here and ill ride with you." "Come on in." I say with a stupid grin on my face. I knew enough about the stoner kid to know he always made himself at home. And it was infectious. I dont know why but.. This kid might have things to tell me about Jeorge. I give him a nod and make my way through the weed smelling troupe of teenagers. (Sinero is really 17. And Kayne is 20. The age difference is immense, Jeorge was only 13.) (Jeorge had Kyle who basically lived with them.) It was 9:05 and i got back in the vehicle. Making sure i had the Poise for peaces on. "Too soon, you left me, i thought i was the only one to make you feel this way. Ithere really anything left to say? Sinking through the earth making my shoulders fight through the girth."  I left towards the direction of home but decided to head for the elementary school. Soon after I got there, I finally took the keys from the ignition and got out. Joimfortword elementary school was where my little brother attended. He left multiple impressions on many people after he was gone. The school was really dumb to me though, they only cared for the extremely talented or the extremely help worthy. I walked slowly towards the wall, and soon found the message in black sharpie. 'Kayne + Syndey.' I had attended this school previously before Jeorge was born..  Syndey and I had met here at this spot. She had gotten teased by her classmates for wearing bright neon pink shorts instead of the school skirt every girl was encouraged to wear. But i put my words into 'encourage' (5. School uniforms.) ( Jeorge had met Sinero when he needed help with the treehouse. They had known eachother since before then but..) We were both in 5th grade.  A girl is wiping at her scrapes and bruises under the shorts material. She has a little blue ring under eye, but I say nothing. "What do you want?" She snaps at me. "I came here to get away from the screaming." She doesnt reply. "Damn, those kids can scream. Surely we arent in kindergarten anymore." "Are you trying to talk to me?" I clear my throat. She sighs, "my name is Syndey. Kids call me Sunny though." "Youre such a ray of sunshine, Syndey." I joke She snorts. "My names Kayne. Kayne Quolopis." "Cute name, Kayne." She pretends to be flirty...  My phone light goes dark and finally goes out. Im pulled out of my mind and turn it on again. I didnt realise it then, but we actually liked each other. And so it went. I point my phone all around the walls and theres a lot of graffiti. Tons of it. Saying multiple swears and derogatory words. Hearts and kick ass looking murals. One day i remember the principal got tired of responding to shit like that and let it go. Now its just one big slur of words and deafening cries. My light goes back to the Kayne + Syndey, and im sucked into another memory. Grade 7 when everyone was going through awkward moments in their lives. That day was really cloudy and the sun was weak. We sat outside in content silence. "Kayne." "Yeah?" "What do you think?"  "What do you mean?" She kissed me right there and that afternoon was where our heart went. We werent the first and definitely werent the last to do that. That summer was spent exploring and listening to eachother... That was the summer i learned of her abusive foster parents. Who spent their lives making her life hell. They told her multiple times she should be lucky. She should be greatful. She had no right to be sad. When she got everything she ever wanted. They told her to hush up about their actions and sent her to school with cheap makeup and a high expectation. She brought back less than average grades and continued on. She regrets it now, but at least she can party... And forget about it all. Including me. The lights out again and i turn it on. Below that i notice in purple spraypaint. 'Too soon, for deservation." The deservation is crossed out and in thick black letters it says 'love and assuredness' Normally i wouldved checked it off as one of those crazy feelings you get. Like it just draws you in.. But this time.. I knew..  His favourite color his chicken scratch writing. I made sure and took a picture. The video camera would probably have to check twice just to make sure it wasnt a suspicious person. I glanced at the time and it was 10:30pm. I pushed myself on some swings and thought of instances shared with Syndey. Getting off I went to my car.  It was time to pick up Sinero. The media store lights were all off and Sinero was walking out with his favourite army green jacket. The one he wore so many times, it was odd to see him without it. His skinny jeans were ripped at the bottom and his black boots shone defiance. But his posture said ill help you. His long beachy coloured blonde hair hung freely now and it cascaded in the darkness. His skin was tan and his left hand never seemed to do anything. It was only when he got in the car did i realise his hand was bandaged. "What happened?" I asked, jesus too late, man im nosy. He looked taken aback and it looked like bad memories. "Nails. Fights. Needles. But mostly needles." "Sorry.. It wasnt any of my business." "Youre right. But youre a friend." I stare at him with gratitude and pull out of the parking space. "Where to?" "My place." "Youre fifteen and you have your own place?" "A skimpy little apartment. But its home enough." "Wow. You really.." I trail off deciding maybe it would hurt him. "Grew up." He finishes off strongly. I steal a glance and am met with an award winning smile. Although rotten teeth around the gums stare me in the eyes, its the effort. "Yes." I say and drive him to his place, with the help of instruction. "Come in." He says and I get out with him. He slams the door a little too hard but i frankly dont care. "Whoops, sorry bout that." He apologises and i shake my head. We go into the 5 story apartment and walk up the rotten steps. "I live on the 4th floor." "So i see." I say. We final,y trudge upwards to it and he glances around.  He sticks the key in the lock and and lets me in first. He locks the door behind him and sticks a chair in behind the lock. I glance at him questionably and he only gives me a re assured look. "Wait here." He says before going into the hallway. I do as told and only look around. "You can make something if youre hungry. Or idk drink something." "Thanks." I say back. Hes got plain coloured walls and music posters i wouldve seen Jeorge have. The room is surprisingly clean despite being owned by a messy looking owner. Theres little furniture in here and i think i can speculate why.. A small radio, with two compartments, for tapes and cds. A window with a small belcony behind it, A table, two milk carton boxes for chairs.  He re emerges and now i only realise he was in the shower his freshly shaved face a reflection of that. I steal only a 5 second glance at his upper body and see his slim and sleek abdomen and angular body. His jaw is hardset and strong without that stubble and sorry excuse for a mustache. His hair is dried off and combed. "Like what you see huh." He teases. But i dont take it as a joke. "N-no i mean, yes.. But not in that way?" I say quickly. My face is really red. He laughs. "Dude. Its fine. Dont worry about it. Sorry i took long, i was taking my time." I only gawke at him. "That was literally the fastest showere ive ever seen anyone take." "Your brother was faster. Good thing too." "How so?" "Cause you take longer." "Oh.. Wai.. How would you even know that?" "Meh." He walks to the other hallway and gets changed. I mistakenly follow and am faced without his robe. Hes got his towel on thank god. "Whoa. We only just met again , properly." He jokes. I close my eyes and he laughs. "Calm down." He begins to pull on clothes and i keep my eyes shut. "Go ahead." I open my eyes and he has pajama bottoms on and a longsleeved t shirt. Again its weird to see him without his army jacket on. "My jacket huh? I dont actually sleep in it, if thats what he told you." I swallow a little lump in my throat and take a seat on the floor. He walks over to me and outs a hand on my shoulder. "Back then i wouldve watched either of you two break down.." He says. "Thats old me..." He says and takes my hand. He pulls me to my feet. "Youre brother was many things. He was arrogant. He was brash. He was stupid. Anxious, lecherous at times, condescending in others. But underneath that little shit exterior. Was a warm heart. A bright red fire. In a cold bombshell." I begin to cry and he hugs me. I cry into his shoulder and feel horrible. Hes so warm. After im done he says we should go somewhere and talk. And its in the car when hes asking me where to go, that i realise, stoner kid is still stoner kid. I widen my eyes in the parking lot light. "What?" He asks looking behind him to see if anyones there. "Holy fucking... We need to talk. But i need to show you, if not anyone else." He only nods. We drive over towards my house and I steal little glances at him. Hes got really beautiful eyes for one thing. But hes changed alot from being that one stoned horror story kid, who everyone talks about. To being this cleaned up mess. Whos heart burns brightly just like Syndey... Just like Jeorge. In the driveway i lead the way. Avoiding any contact with the inside and taking straight into the backyard. Thank god the dog is gone and my moms friends. Or maybe its just the two of them? I think hes following close behind.. But hes actually frozen to the spot. "Whats wrong?" I ask. "This is where we last saw each other." He gasps and i have to grab his hand to keep him moving. I let him climb up first and i follow up behind. "Oh my god.. Its just how we left it." "I didnt take anything out of here and its with all of it, and months of staring at the tree house from my room.. I decided to take one last look." Hes too busy picking up the coke can binoculars to hear what im saying. "Jeorge.." He whispers. "Im sorry for the loss." "You too.." He says weakly. I take a seat on the boxes and he finds one too. "When i came up here, it was like healing.. I kept coming up here. And then Kevin left. But before that.. Theres.." "Yeah?" He breathes outwards. I try to finish what im saying but i only put the words into actions. I take out the Ninjoy cd case and pick out the cd. The small tv on top of the box, is connected by a long connector cord. Into the outlet outside of the house. The cd player is on top of it. I put the cd inside and we both wait in silence It starts from the begginning again. Him sitting with his other best friend, Sinero. In his typical jeans and army jacket, despite it being really fucking hot out. Back then his hair was cut short. We were around the same age too. 17 with jeorge being 13. Sinero looks out of it and is saying all that stupid stuff to Jeorge. "Message... Im not.." He sighs. "Thats definitely a 7" sinero says. "4. My music is hardly sold in any music store. Anywhere. And even then i have to go through like six hours of car rides with this douche. Kayne wont take me, i dont knwo what his problem is. Honestly.  "Whats number 17" sinero asks out of nowhere. "Uh... Theres only six." "I, sure theres seventeen." He says. "No" Jeorge growls. Sinero's eyes grow angry. "Why are you getting mad?" Sinero growls. "Because fucking half the time. Youre always drunk, or smoking, or high. Im tired of it! Im tired of all of if, Sin-" Sinero rises. "Llisten here you little shit. Youre aggravatingly getting on my nerves. Youre only here to get me my drugs. Remember that." I widen my eyes. And sinero winces. "Im here so we can hang out Sinero. Jesus christ." "Youre always here in this fort talking to your stupid little camera." " sinero. You need to go into rehab. Your breath reeks of failure." Jeorge snaps. Sinero pounces on Jeorge and the camera falls to the side also. "Youre always talking down to me! To me! Im older than you, fucking older. I deserve so much more than a 9 year old who doesnt know how to talk to kids his age." Sineros staggeringly sober and tired and tears are falling from his eyes. "You do deserve a lot more. You know that sinero. You dont deserve a kid like me. You dont deserve a life of drugs. Youre so smart. So handsome... Friendly and kind. Assertive... But these demons take hold of you. You need help." Sinero Drags his nails down my brother's chest and cries into the fabric. "Help. Me.." He wails. " help me!" He screams into his chest. Jeorge doesnt make a move to push him off of him and just sits up and hugs sinero. After the crying stops, he whispers something. Something i cant hear. "Deservation." I didnt know what he meant so i kind of took it as a thing hed... Oh... The camera stops soon after. "He took me to rehab that kid. He helped me get better... He helped me, so i could be me. Not the fake me. But real me." He said with tears in both our eyes, at the outburst of tears. "That isnt all... I have two more cds to go, and one thats missing." "Did they ever.... Find.. His body..?" "No.." I say after a long minute, "I really want to find him," "How do you know hes still alive." I say quickly. "He visited my place alot. Vince." None of us move to take out the cd. (Dissappearance, or death?) "Did he ever leave anything there that wouldve raised your signals?" "I wouldve told you everything, if i could..." "We should watch more." I take the fourth on out and put it back inside the cd case, The fifth one is clean enough and i slip it inside. The screen lights up with a slightly matured Jeorge and a little girl. "Can you say hi, to the camera?" "Oh my god," sinero gasps. "Hi." She says very cutely. She looks to be about 4. "Im here with a special guest. Katlin could you wave at the camera?" Katlin waves with her little hand. She bares similar resemblance to - Sinero's daughter? "Today, for my special little videos, namely the 6 things wrong with the world series. I thought wed start off with a bang." "Wheres daddy?" She says. "In a moment dear child." He says staring at the camera with his stupid spiked hair to mimic his favourite singers. "I present to all of you, Sinero Bergtuy!" Sinero climbs up the ladder and is greeted by the little girl in a tight hug around the leg. "Glad to be here." He says still a little roughly. But with noticeable cheer. "Any special stuff youd like to say to the camera?" "Id like to thank you for believing in me sweating out all of that shit. And im greatful for my beautiful daughter Katlin." Sinero looks very well in the video. Younger than 20 but older appearance make him seem older than 17. "Daddy, what did you sweat out?" Jeorge turns to Sinero and he kisses her on the cheek. "All the bad stuff. Baby, its all going to be okay." "Dude, im so happy you got help, you look so good. You look happier than before.." Sinero hugs Jeorge tightly and so does Katlin. "Its all thanks to this little shit sitting in the chair next to me. Without him i wouldnt be where i am today, with my beautiful little angel and bombshell friend." Jeorge gives a little grin. With total happiness in his eyes. "Now you wont have to drive me drunk anywhere huh." "Of course not." Sinero says ruffling Jeorge's hair. "And.. As a little treat, i got you this." Jeorge not expecting it glanced at the small cd package. That held Ninjoy. "Oh my god. Thank you so much!" He yelled and hugged Sinero. "Anything. I seriously cant thank you enough Jeorge." Sinero is choking on gasps right now and im holdingg him close. Offering support when im just in the same way. This video series was what he hated about the world. "And of course, we shall continue with 5." "Can you say five for me?" "Five!" Katlin yells. Jeorge grins. "5. School uniforms. I dont know why i hate this." "Hates a strong word." "Loathe." "Whoa, thats a big word." "Hardly. Kyles a real genius with words." Anyways.. Uniforms serve a really great purpose i get it, but maybe we should.." Sinero is playing with Katlin and Jeorge is only in his thinking position. "Go on." Sinero says. "No.. No.. We should do something else.. 6 things wrong... But what i used to hate was the drugs and alcohol." "Why dont you cover what you hate in this one, and then the next one we do something different," "I like the way you think Sin." "I hate when Vince's friends come over only for a good time. I dont like it when Vince Ignores me.  I dont like Kevin. Micheal, klaire. Mom's friends. And Vincity's cool phase." He stops there and it looks like hes having trouble continuing. Maybe its because of Sinero.. Or because of the little girl approaching the camera. She stumbles and the camera tips over. Stopping the video. "My little girl.. My baby.." Sinero is crying. "What happened to" "Social services..." His hands are shaking and in the tv light he lifts up both his sleeves. Theres trackmarks making their way up and down his arm. And on his left hand he unwraps the bandage to reveal overhealed bitemarks, and scratch marks. Nail marks. Bruised knuckles split and dry hand and needlemarks. "Some scars dont heal.. Some do.." I carefully pat above his trackmarks. "Can i.. Feel?" "If you want." I gingerly touch one of his bitemarks and he only gives me an empathetic smile. "I lost feeling in this hand, dude." I furrow my eyebrows together and feel over old scars and 3d marks. After a while he bandages his arm back up. (They must uncover the mystery behind Jeorge's dissapperance. After going missing a day after his brother's birthday. They all discover theyve lost something even greater than just the body.) He holds his head in his hands and I'm held in complete silence. He was better once. But i knew what happened. He turned back to the drugs and pushed away anyone who cared. I put a hand on his arm and he looks at me. "Are you okay to continue?.." I say weakly. He clears his throat and furiously wipes away at his eyes. "Yeah." I take disc 5 out and put in the small compartment Jeorge had carved.. The one that started this all. I pick out disc 6 and its put in the disc player.  Sinero and I dont know what to say. The screen is dimmed quite a bit and Jeorge's hair isnt spiked like usual. Its combed down and so orthodox looking. Its strange..  "Everyones a traitor. Even Kyle." Theres music in the background but its faint and keeps cutting out. "Mom agreed with Kevin. You're pribably wondering why I bother st all. But soon enough this will come in handy" The video is cutting out a bit and Jeorge reaches for the radio and a piant can. "This is all youll have left of me. This treehouse. This all started off as an outlet or something stupid like that. And after this. Youll probably question. Whyd you do that? Cause im just an angsty teenager now. Look a little closer. Clues." The video cuts out and the screen goes black and finally after skipping it, it turns blue, ready to except another tape. Theres no tears this time. Only questions. "What the hell?" Sinero says "What was that?" I say furrowing my eyebrows. "I thought the kid was.." "The police took it into their hands. But.. They didnt search the treehouse. They said it turned was pointless, because the day he went missing was the day he stopped going into the treehouse. Holy shit. I think weve found another clue." "Fuck." "We need to find him. Sinero. Please." "No, absolutely not. Police, investigators need to clear this up. They're more capable then two kids." "Sinero. We need money for that stuff. This is going to cost more than what you make at a cd store." Sinero puts into serious thought. "I need to work on getting my girl back, Vince." I pull on his shoulder. "Please. Help me. I cant do this alone. What if hes still alive and counting on us to get him back! You said it yourself. Sinero." I practically beg. "Ill really think about. Vince, but this is all too much too fast. I need time. Give me a week." I shake my head yeah after a second  "Of course." We climb down and i drive him home. "Ill see you in a few. Vinny. Ill tell you if i can remember anything." I nod and he gets out rubbing his eyes. I check the time  3:45 "Fuck!" I shout and drive over to the party place. Parking outside. I get out and walk into the place. Jay is heavily under the influence of multiple alcholic drinks. His breath reeks of scotch and cigarettes. "Ah... Good friend, Vinniel." "Yeah." I say avoiding his piercing gaze. Despite him saying my name wrong i couldnt care less. Im way too preoccupied with thinking of where the clues are. Thwy didnt pronoucne him dead just missing, "Listen..." He slurs. "Couple.. Hoursss moreeyy." Usually hes very reserved and uptight but drugs and booze, is how he lets loose. "Jay, no.come." "I said. A couple hourss you fuckkking looser." "Youre drunk. Come with me." He clips me in the chest and i stumble backwards. I push him back in rage and he throws a blind punch missing me. I tackle him to the ground. "Enough." Syndey growls. She sounds surprisingly sober. "Vince. Off of him." Jay grins sharkishly at me and i just huff in contempt. This isnt the last or the first time weve fought. "Syndey. Its four." "Im aware." She sneers back. "Are you alright." "Quit worrying." Shes holding her forehead. And cursing foul words under her breath. "Im all out. Take me home." I nod. "Get Haynor and Jescany." I go into the back and see, a washed out looking young man in sweatpants and a green t shirt. His hair is messy and in an afro style. Jescany is a broke older woman who likes to tag along for the ride. Shes asian and likes to dress younger. Shes alright but a little too passive. "Haynor,Jescany." I call out towards them. Haynor glares at me. "Vincity." He chokes out with a blow of smoke. He stands up and takes Jescany's hand. I dont doubt the intimacy him and Jay have but.. The waste they put in their own bodies restricts it. "Ride." I say and Jescany's laughing loudly and Haynor is just scowling. "I take it the drugs didnt sit too well this time." Haynor only rolls his eyes and follows in pursuit to the car. "Everyone buckled in." I say lamely. Glancing in the rearview mirror at a frowning Haynor and a smiley Jescany. Syndey sits beside me and Jay is trying to kiss his boyfriend. "Drive." Jay growls in his russianish accent. I only shrug and start the ignition. "Where to." I say to Syndey. "The bus station six blocks from here." She replies. "You arent going to sleep there are you." "No, stupid. Im dropping off Jescany." Jescany only nods. "Shes fucking drunk out of her mind. Or worse. Stoned. She eont be okay." "Kid. Shes done it before. Shell do it again." Jay grumbles kissing Haynor on the lips. I drive us over to the bus station. "Jescany." I say.  "Ill escort her home." Haynor volunteers. I give him a weird look. Jay pulls away with fleeting red cheeks and a sigh. "Ill be back babe. Just gotta deliver a babe home." He says shrugging. He kisses Jay on the cheek and then a quick peck on the lips before pulling Jescany out with him. Jay sits back and finally puts on his seatbelt. "Where to now." "Jay's." I glance over surprised. "What about your place." "Ugh not there. Leave them." She says dissmissevly and I only bite my lip. Her foster parents are scum for sure. "Alright." I say not even putting up a fight. Our relationship is shakey as is. "Hey, Vincey." Jay says with a sligt laugh. "Yeah." I say not bothering to look at him. "They find your bros body yet." My heart hammers in my chest making me tighten my grip on the wheel. I dont answer and Syndey only gives me a concerned lit look. "Save your sympathy. Syndey. Goodnight." I say when she goes in for a kiss. She rolls her eyes and takes Jay with her. "Bye." She says and closes the door. I drive into an alley and slam the wheel. I hold my bruised hand close and let my tears fall. "Jeorge!" I yell. "Are you fucking hapoy where you are!?" "Im miserable without you!!" I scream. I put my head down on the wheel. And rest there.  At 7am i wake up and the sun isnt even up yet. I sigh and wipe my eyes starting the ignition again. I drive back home and park. Walking into the house i dont even care if my mom calls out to me. "Vincity, Quopolis. Where the hell have you been." She growls. I only shrug and head up to my room. I lay in darkness and let my tired body rest again. "Save your sympathy, you tired restless embodiment no joke. The only judgement received is a lecture spoke-n" I open my eyes and its afternoon. I dont feel like facing my mom so i climb down from the window and drop down. I walk to my car in the same clothes i wore yesterday and unwashed hair and stubble on my jaw. I dont care. Im so tired. Im so done. Im so... Exhausted. Of feeling. I step on the pedal and swing by Dinero's. I make my way up the steps to his door.  And knock. A minute later a woman with red hair and blue eyes answers. "Who are you." "A friend. Is dinero here." I say meakly. "Dineros at work. Again, who are you." "Freddy, his landlord." I walk away and again go to my car.  Driving over to Sindoistic. I get out and walk inside. "Dinero." He turns around and looks so tired and so unhappy. His face is paler than usual and begs cloud his eyes. "Vince." He greets, but not with the usual joy. "I need to talk with you." I sigh and walk out waiting for him. He follows and tells me he took a break. "I uh.. Have something to tell you," he says to me, he sounds nervous. "Yep." I deadpan. "Last night, everything came rushing back to me. And i felt so horrible. And there she was. And there it was." "You relapsed." I say widening my eyes. "Not on the hard stuff. Never that.. Ne-never that." He says shivering. "What was it then." He bites his lip. "Weed. Thats it.. Booze." I take his arm and lead him to my car. "I need to show you something." He sighs shakily We speed to the school. "Holy shit. His school." "The wall." I take him to the paintings and show him the heart. "You didnt tell me about .... Syndey?" He squints a little closer. "Its a dead line." I say with sadness in my tone. He takes a closer look and sees it. His knees give out and he has his hands on the spray paint. "Deservation.." He says blankly. "I dont even know what the kid means..." "He made it up." He pulls his hands away and when i look closer i realise the blood. "What the fuck." We say. The flash on my camera glares into his palm. Blood Definitely blood. I point my camera at the heart. Sure enough inside the heart is a number. A phone number. 987 65042310 Dinero looks at me. "Fuck." We both sprint to the car and lock the doors. I whip out my phone and dial the number we had to get a pen to write out. A few rings. "Hello?" A voice asks. Im unable to speak.  "Hello? Who is this." Its Jeorge. I hang up. "Dude." He says and takes the phone from me. He dials it again and the same person picks up. "Hello." Jeorge says annoyance playing at his tone. "Jeorge.." "Who the hell is this?! What do you want?" The voice growls. "D-dinero." He says weakly. Silence is on the line and it goes dead. "What the hell?" I say utterly blown away. "Fucking Jeroge?" He gasps out. The phone suddenly rings again. We sit there in stupidity and finally answer. "Look. No time.. Meet me at Foxinn, bar. We can---" "this call has been interfered with. Dissconnected. Please try again." "Jeorge." Dinero says assuredly. I put the ignition into gear and drive. The Foxinn is in the next city over... But.. Its close. Enough. "Dinero. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit." His heart is only racing. "Vince... We... Cant expect.. Too much." He says putting his head in his hands. "Its our only hope. And its leading somewhere. Dinero! My brother!" I say and tears are in my eyes. He just shakily sighs. We arrive in half an hour due to my increasing speed. We park in the Foxinn. "Be on your... Be cautious." He warns. We walk inside and its pretty busy. Everyone looks normal... Except for the teenaged boy with faded out red hair.  Hes hunched over a bar table. "Vince." Dinero nudges me and i nod. We walk over towards the boy. Dinero stops me and approaches first. He taps the kids shoulder and the boy flinches backwards. He sighs and looks him over with a piercing gaze. "Did you bring company." The boy merely gazes at me. "Yes." Dinero admits. "This is my tag along friend Brin. He just turned 18 this month, and i thought id take him along." "Thats a weak cover story. Dinero." Dinero only drops his hands and gives me the calling hand sign. We both sit down in the bar chairs. "Im going to first say, the flaws, in said cover story. One, this is a secretive meeting. I cant be here very long. Two, why would he tag along." The boy says. Im taking in his appearance very quickly. Hes got faded red hair thats ruffled and shaggy, it almost covers his eyes. Hes skinny and wears a black t shirt. His nose has a bull piercing and his eyes are grey. He eyes up my gazing. "You must be.. His brother. The famous, Vincity."  "Wait.. Youre not him?" I say, relief leaving my tone, i didnt think it was him to begin with,, but... "No.. I work for him. Very odd, boss. Might i add." "Work?" I say hoarsely. "Like i told you.. " he begins, but is cut off by the ringing.  He picks out his phone. His eyes widen.  "Yes.. Right away." "Look.. We need to meet up again." "Wait.. Please." He breathes out impatiently. "Question." "One. Make it quick." "Hes still alive?" I say. "You dont know the half of the other side of barely. Hes alive.. Alright." "Can we meet up again." Dinero begs. "Uh... Yeah.. Same place.. Different guy.. Maybe.." He says before leaving us. "Ohmygod." I say. "Hes alive. Hes alive. Hes alive." Dinero keeps panting, "Hes alive!" I say hugging him.  We turn a couple heads and we pull away. "It was quick but.. We need to learn more." Dinero nods. Confusion gets to him. "How will we know when to meet up with him?" "We will phone him after." We arrive back at the city and I dont have energy to go home. "Ccome to my place." He says. We pull into a parkig stall and get out. In the apartment we have to unlock the door. On the fridge theres a note. 'Dear Dinero, I left. Good luck.' It isnt even on a proper piece of paper. Just a small sticky note. He groans and throws it in the trash. "Who is that anyways?" "My old girlfriend.. We have a complicated relationship now.. Her names, Fresca." "Shes pretty." I say, its true. He gives me a twinkly eyed smile. "Katlins her mom." "Ahhh." "It was a stupid life we led. We didnt care about nothing.and then she got sick. At first i was concerned.. I even stopped with the drugs for a little while. She was pregnant." He has this dumb grin on his lips and hes looking down. "She stopped too. I got the news of her giving birth when i was detoxing." "Jeorge had been with me every step of the way. He came to the hospital to see her." "She was beautiful.. And it was like every single one of Jeorge's words came back to me.. And i never knew i could love something so precious.. So much.. It gave me motivation to get through it all.. And now.. Its all going downhill.. I cant see my baby.. Jeorge isnt here to snap me out of it..." He trails off and reveals too much. He fills a mug with water or vodka. I step up and take the vodka bottle out of his hands dumping the mug out. I get a clean one and fill it with water. He looks touched and i place a hand on his shoulder. "Drink.you need it." "Thanks." He says. The next morning i wake up in his bed and i shoot up. He isnt in here. I go into the living room and there he is. Hes snoring on the couch and hes wearing an old ninjoy shirt he and Jeorge got when they were younger. I dont want to wake him up. So i sit down and decide to dial the number. "Hello?" An annoyed and angry voice answers. "Who is this?" They say and their voice is a combination of jealousy? And envy? Theirs muffled voices in the background and a punching noise. Theres footsteps and a slamming of doors. "Hello?" The voice is strangled and pained. The yelling in the background increases. I make out 'Reed! You fucker!'  "Hey.. Its me. From the day before." "Oh shit. Listen, i have something that will bring closure to you. Okay? I figured it out before when... I was sleeping.." (Jeorge has a weird relationship with Reed and jeorge is violent and a malevolent asshole. Who is double edged and sharp.) "Ill give it to you when we meet up." "Alright.. Thanks." "Yeah. Its what you deserve at the very least." "Whens the m-" "Oh fuck. Fuck. Ill call you after-" the line goes dead. I take the phone down. Reed is being slowly punished for not telling Jeorge what was going on. "You fucker. How am i supposed to trust you when you wont tell me whats going on." "Im sorry.. Jeorge.. Im sorry." He yelps. "I dont want to hurt you. God i dont," he drops to his knees. "But you have to understand.. To remain.. Strong.. I need a leader.." Reed is looking away, his nose is bleeding. He doesnt answer. Jeorge is pained and hugging his knees. He begins to cry. (JEORGE MAKES REED SET UP A MEETING BECAUSE THEY WERE CAUGHT.) Later the phone rings. "Sorry.. I was almost caught.. But i didnt give in.."  "Are you okay?" I panic. What exactly did he endure? "Nah.. Dont worry about it.. " he says but i can tell hes lying. He spits out something and sighs. "Look, ill be under suspicion again. Meet up tonight 12am. Try not to be late." He hangs up again. Dinero is groggily rubbing his eyes and he groans and rolls of the couch. He stands up and shuffles into the kitchen. I walk in there too. " morning sunshine," i say as a joke. He only raises his eyebrows and grabs for the alcohol bottle. I lay a hand on his and he rolls his eyes and huffs. He instead reaches for the water. He gives me an inquiring look. I just flash a smile. Later on i tell him we need to leave for the city again. Hes sweating and is pale again and just says yeah. We both get into the car and drive. We first got coffees. At the Fox inn we are early. 11:30pm so we laze around until we see a bright red haired individual make his way through the lesser crowds. Due to it being Tuesday. Its not until he takes his hood off that they notice the bruising and cheaply applied cover up. He only makes a smily face. He points a finger up and pulls out a little napkin. "Take this and hide it. Do it on your own time." I nod and am confused.. What could be in this naplin? "D- it will.. Come in handy.. If youre to-" "So, traitor not?"  A cold irritated voice aays from behind the red hair boy.  He whips around.  "Jeorge." He says with fear in hsi voice.  "Folley,Moany, Jane." As if on que the three hold us down. I glance up at the girl with a bone chilling grip and i see an irregular sight. Red hair and red face makeup.  I look towards Dinero and hes thrashing away from Folley. One of them has a iron fist hold on The red hair kid. He only looks away in defeat. The man with a mohawk takes Reed away and snaps his fingers. Which im guessing is a telling to hold down All of us. "Who the fuck, are they." He spits at Reed. Reed doesnt answer. He slaps him. "Reed. Who. The .fuck.are.they." He growls. Reed is holding in his breath and breathing in bursts. Huffs and pants. "Reed." He says calmly and backhands him keeping a firmgrip on his jaw. "Friends!" Reed whisper shouts, "just friends." Hot tears are spilling over his eyelids. Onto his burning cheeks. Red and slightly bruised. The make up is on Jeorge's hand. He rubs it on his jeans. "Youre lying. Your eyes are looking every single fucking direction. Except me! Jesus christ. Who are they?" "Go.. Find out for yourself." He says throwing his arms off of him. He begins to try to run away but Hunry is outside and grabs his forearms. He squeezes and Reed gasps in pain. "Where do you think youre going." He monotones and snaps at Hunry to follow him with Reed. They walk back towards the traitors and he snaps at all of them.  They nod and tighten their grips signalling us all to stand up. We are escorted out of the bar and The man known as Jeo throws a wad of cash at the manager. He makes a throat cutting sign on his throat and shush's him. Hes lucky half the bar is empty. Im enraged. I thrash around and am ultimately scared.  They throw us in the back of a vehicle. And blindfold us. And ductape our mouths. (We meet up with a young looking woman with orange hair. She seems to be around 18-19. She hands us something in a napkin. "Its from Reed. The guy from earlier. Ive been informed of who you two are. I have to say, you two are fucking stupid. If J-" She cuts herself off and begins to tell us of my brother. "Hes... Different.. Then what you probably knew... I wouldnt imagine.. That youd see what is inside that napkin.. And not get to meet him." Dinero only begins to grasp the situuation. "Di-different.. How." "I dont really know how he used to be.. He hasnt spoken much to any of us.. Of himself.. Well.. Anymore.." Im about to ask what she means, but a phone vibrates in her pocket. "Oh shit.. Okay." She says and stands up from her chair. "Look. I have to go." She says to us when shes hiding her voice from the the receiver. We nod and deive back to the tree house. I take out the napkin, and its a disc! Another disc. "We have more. Dinero. We have more." Dinero gives me a yellowing smile. I quickly make haste and turn on the cd player and tv. I put in the cd and sit back. It turns on. It lights up to reveal a darker place. It seems dank and the living conditions seem deteriorated. A lanky looking boy sits down on a milk carton and stares into the screen. "I... Have.. Seen, darkness." Theres a long pause. Theres a flicker of light and i catch glimpse of a glare and bruised face. Half of the boys face is riddled with old and new bruises. "Soon. Soon. Soon. Its all gonna be over soon. Soon. I cant wait till soon." He says and holds his head in his hands. "Im fighting with.. My demons.. Theyre... Choking me.." "Soon... Soon.." He repeats to himself. "What the hell." Dinero says and leans closer. Its hard to see a complete stranger look like hes in pain. The video cuts out and it skips to later. It skips a few frames. Hes laying on a mattress. "Its okay.. Its.. Okay." He re assures himself. He stands up and paces around. "Im.. A .. Good kid.. Loyall... Loyall.. Ive been here longer than most," he whispers to himself. He stops and turns to the camera. "It..s gonna.. Be over soon." And he walks to the camera to the camera to turn it off. The screen goes white, and i almost move to take the cd out in disappointment.  Suddenly, the same boy walks into the room. "Its done. Its done. Its finally over. Nothing.. No obstacles.. Smooth.. Smootth sailing.." He begins to huff and puff and finally he breaks down. "Good.. Kid.l good kid.. Good kid.." He repeats over and over to himself. He calms down and turns off the camera again. "Who was that?" "I dont wanna jump to conclusions or any thing.. But i think.." "Jeorge." I say breathlessly. Later on we receive another phone call. "Meet me at the foxinn." Dead line. ( "dont hit her!" Reed yelled out of turn. "You cant tell me what to do. I control you all." She sits in a kneeling position. Shes waiting for the hit but it doesnt come. Reed is holding his cheek though. "If you want to be like that, then ill make her sing." He pushes reed out of the way and hes busy holding his stinging face to care. "What were you doing," "Nothing i swear." She squeaks out. "Lies." He continues until finally she cracks. "Someone.. Meet,, at.. Bar.," she stufgles to pull sentences together. "Good." He says relenting and pulling himself up. He snaps at maony to clean her up. "Clean her up. Treat her to a nice dinner." Maony nods sadly and lifts her up gently. Jeorge whirls around and waits until they leave the room before he collapses to the ground. He clasps a hand to his mouth and plays the scenes over in his head. Reed begins to push himself up and leave but Jeorge's heaving gasps compell him towards him.  He places a hand on his knee next to him. "This job... Is turning you into him." "Im not him.." He chokes out. "Im sorry,.. Im so sorry." Reed only lets out a sigh and uses his hand to rub little circles into the fabric of Jeorge's jeans. "Its okay.." He mutters. "No.. It isnt," he says and continues to shake. He pulls Reed into a hug and Reed flinches from the touch pulling away. Jeorge gives him a horrified look. Reed sighs and goes in for a hug. "Im sorry too.." Later on... (Reed phones again and says to meet up again tonight. His schedule is cleared but he has bruised all the way up his arm and a bruise on his eye. Vince gets the first cd and its when Katlin is born and him holding her. And of Him kissing Reed and them having little interviews. He didnt believe in firsts so he did that after he found Reed. Jeorge gets his friends to hold down Vince and Dinero and Reed. He takes Reed away and holds his face closely. Glaring at him. "Whos this!" He shouts. "A couple friends" Folley squeezes his arms and he yelps.  "We-" Jeorge widens his eyes at Vince. "Vince.." They end up watching the cds in hiding and they get a look at the insider life of Jeorges cold world. But hes really just the same, just more steely. And not trusting. "Will you ... Come back?" "Vince.. Its complicated.. The moment i set foot out of the fucking house, was the moment, life changed. I cant go back. Life is too far gone." "Mom.. She.." "Kevin. He left didnt he." He snaps his fingers at Moany and Folley.  Thwy nod and leave the room. "It's complicated Vince. Im too far into this, to leave." "You at least owe me an explanation.") The guy gives them another cd and it awakens a whole new perspective they neever knew could become of their beloved punk brother friend. (Girl next time, informed by Reed. Jeorge's right hand man. Her names judge. Shes addorned in plainative clothes and a messy appearance.  Jeorge runs a bussiness..?) Theo is the big old boss that used to control the gang and Jeorge wanted to control. So he used to do anything, "Rule one, you dont refuse anything i say, do or give to you. Take a hit." He did as told. And it continued until he finally outbursted and it was too much for theo d lungs so he passed out and never got full medical attention. So he died the next day entrusting it over towards Jeroge. Vince always thought his friends were weird now he connects the dots. They werre always doing weird shit and jeorge actually had a dark side to him. More layers. He used to be an errand boy and do shit for him. Reed and him were both in e same ranks and they would go door to door and commit crimes. ( i have this fleeting memory, that keeps drifting back to me. Even though, im imprisoned in this room. It dissappears and reappears every time. In random. Theres a boy with his older brother. I watch as he blows with all his heart into the wand. "Youre not going, to get anywhere being mean to all those poor bubbles." I say. He glares at me, shoving the wand at me, "Do it then," I gracefully blow bubbles into his face and he gets angry. "You cant get angry, at bubbles." The memory always stops right there. Jeorge has always been tempermental. But never in my life, would i imagine him as a tyrant.) Everything.. Goes Blank I awake with a dry mouth and a headache. Its so stuffy.. Like i can bearly breathe. I cant really open my eyes but now i can kind of make out a small stand.. A door.. Dank lighting. The woman with red hair appears again and she takes my wrist. "Come with me.." She says. She takes me into another small room. "Hey.." Says a small voice coming from a darker corner. I cant speak. He comes out of the darkness and its the red head kid. Reed, i think hes called. I make out a nod. He looks terrible. His face looks like it ran into multiple poles little scratch marks here and there, sweaty and dark begs. His physique looks like he hasnt eaten since yesterday. "Weve met before.. Im not gonna hurt you.. You might be.. A key to something." "I got involved with this to bring back Jeorge.. Now that i know hes alive.. I need a description." "Youd have to guess.. The overbearing,over rated, ("When i get older im gonna ditch all these people. Theyll see. We will see." He grows up and follows one of his newer older friends Fred. "What are you doi here?" He asks panicked. "Do you have any idea what theyll-" "Whos this runt." The guard growls.  Fred lies and is punished. Brought to the master. "Master., "Lied to me again." "You know what we do to liars." He has the people rain punchs on him and he has him layn out there. Thats the first thing jeorge ever sees. "Youre a scrawny little runt." The master growls. "Ill let you off. Youll come in handy." "Handy?" He makes the mistake of asking. "If youre going to live here. You will learn. Not to question me. None of them do it. Its your mistake runt." Jeorge is disheartened and is about to leave. Groan grabs him by the arms and leads him to a cell sort of room. He pushes him in and closes it. He sits in the room and lays down. "I need to get out of here." "You and me both." He whips around to face a boy. When he sits up he looks to be about the same age as Jeorge. "Who are you." "My names Reed.. Or Red.. According to the mean guy." "Why are you here?" "Youre very curious huh... Wondered into a bad time in a bad place?" He does t say any more than that and leaves Jeorge to think. Later on the door slides open. "Jeorge." The woman in almost all black says. He rolls over and follows her reluctantly. She pushes him into the office part and he faces the same guy from before. "Runt." He seethes. Jeorge just glances every way. "You cant escape. If youve tried. Doors are monitored. Youve seen too much. You serve me. I need you to be a little errand boy for me.. Got it?" "But i-"  He stands up from his seat. "But you?" "I?." "You.. Spit it out. Jeorge." "How would you know my." He holds up a cell phone and reads off text messages. "Thats illegal give me my pho-" "There are no rules, Jeorge." Hes about to counter. "Your name isnt Jeorge anymore, its Jeo." "Get out of my sight." Hes escorted by another thug into his living quarters. The squeaky voice of a younger woman catches his attention. She coughs. "Theon.. He asked me to show you your limits." " The room is where youll stay. Until notified of the boss. Youll receive food on a daily basis. At times youll be let out for fresh air.. And training. Bathrooms are located in each room. Youve made a bad mistake. Tip of advice. Dont get theon mad." Jeorge is staring at her and she lifts up her hair and it shows a large scar going down to her collar bone. Jeorge widens his eyes and his blood boils. "Why would he-" "Dont ask anyone their stories. Only if they tell you. Got it." She begins to take him back and before he can protest shoves him in his room. "I dont get it.." "Choices. Thats the thing. You never told me your name." "Jeorge." Six weeks and hes got it down pat. He and Reed go out and do business. They earn the money so they can continue to eat and sleep and stay alive. Hes been beaten senseless so many times. So many times. The stinging on his eyebrow just a reminder of his constant urge to escape. Hes asked Reed so many times when they can go,  Reed just looks away. "Red.Jeo. Youre wanted." Sinama says. She escorts them to the bosses door. She pushes them inside. "My two favourite punching bags. Hows it going," Reed looks away self consiously while Jeorge glares. "Great. Just fucking dandy." "Didnt your parents teach you about manners, Jeo." It still pissed him off that they called him that. "No matter the tone of voice you address me, youre still street mice earning your own scraps. You havent seen anything yet. Trust me." Jeorge clenches his teeth and looks away. "I need you two to clean up my buddy. The bastard thinks he can double cross me, and get away unscratched. Go, teach him a lesson. One he wont forget." "I cant do that!" Jeorge yells and clasps a hand to his mouth. He whispers im sorry over and over until Theon reaches him.  He instead takes it out on Reed,  Until Jeorges crying and begging him to stop over and over again because now Reed is curled in on himself and his tears are streaming down his bruised face and hes beginning to stop moving. "Dont fucking refuse my orders. Next time your buddy wont be so lucky."  Jeorge is kneeling over Reed and is measuring his breathing. Methods hes grown to assemble to himself because theyre survival tools. Theyve been engraived. Ever since Theon has taken a liking to Reed. Hes rewarded with shallow breathing thats hitching. Theon sighs and Jeorge thinks he hears actual remorse in his voice but thats crazy because Theon is relentless.  "Im-.. Not going soft, Jeorge. Take him to a real doctor. Or something. I dont care." Jeo widens his eyes. Is he being... Nice? "Go!" He roars. "Report back to me later, your still doing the mission. And what use is he to us, if hes broken." He adds in regards to Reed's beaten body. Jeorge narrows his eyes and carefully lifts him and carrys him out of Theon's. It should be a surprise to see somebody's relative in crushing pain. But the look, Maryn, gives Reed, is not of concern but of Pity. After hes taken to the hospital, hes treated immediatley because of the tiny rib fractures, the split lip and eyebrow are easily remedied. The bruising is minimum and any blood is wahsed off. It leaves an unconscious Reed alone to Jeorge. After an hour goes by Reed finally comes to his senses. His eye groggily flutters open. Jeorge is by the bed side not able to sleep and is biting his nails. Reed begins to sit up but is hooked up to a machine. "What the hell is this." He says but it sounds like hes talking through cotton because of his swollen lip and cheek. "Precautionary." He says wordiedly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He inquires. "Like how?" He says with a glare. "Like i havent taken Theons beatings before." He begins to dissconect the equipment. "You worried me i thought you were almost.., "This wouldnt have happened if youd just gone along with what he said." Jeorge is taken aback and Reed finally gets out of bed. "Hand me my pants." "But-" "My pants Jeorge." Jeorge is holding back a tidal wave of emotions as he sees Reed struggle to pull his pants up. He finally does and he tucks his dress gown away into a shirt form. "Come on." They both run -limp?- out of there and later the doctors are wondering what happened to the two tired looking children. They arrive back at the headquarters and are brought back into Theon's. "Red, Jeo. Go now." He says. "What do you want us to do again?" "Beat my colleague, until he squeals. His apartment is located---" Red is distant around Theon and Jeo knows why. They both leave towards the building. In the apartment they face a man of french decsent. He looks like he had just gotten out of the shower. He answers the door and He faces two of Theons rats. "Ah.. What is it you want? If its some lame fight club, im not interested., He begins to shut the door when Jeorge stops it with his foot. "We'd really like to talk to you about more pressing matters." Red shoves him into the apartment and Jeorge shuts the door behind them. A french man is curled up against the couch as Jeo is holding the frying oan like a sword. "Why did you leave. Why did you double cross us." "Theon.. Hes corrupt.. Hes too far gone for me to save... For anyone.. Please.. Leave me.. " "Thats not all of it, tell me more." The french man is about to give up. He raises the frying pan and closes his eyes. "Wait! Hes sick.. Hes very.. Very sick... Its.. A viral disease.. He doesnt yet know of.. Very deadly very contagious. Very... Hes... Contracted it off me.. He wouldve killed me.. Killed." "Naturally youll know of what happens to traitors. If theyre brought into him." The french man gives a horrified look. "I dont want to do this.. I dont.. But.. We are all street rats fighting for survival. This is only for him..." He gets Red to call backup and they get him dressed. He has to look okay otherwise it will raise suspisicion.  So they get him to walk to the car and make it look normal to the cameras. In the car they drive them to the headquarters. They push him into Theon's. They have to wait there before they are called in. "Red, Jeo." They stalk in and the boss says good job. "Go." They walk out before they run towards the room. They collapse into huffs and puffs and jeorge crumbles. He rolls around on the bed. Before running to the washroom and taking a long shower. He washes his hands off and begins to sob. He wipes the tears away after a long while and turns off the knob. He puts on his old ninjoy shirt and shrugs at the memories. He puts on faded jeans and unlocks the door. Reed is laying down breathing softly, hes concentrating on the pros and cons. "What are you thinking about." Jeorge says softly. "My personal choices. What i did to deserve this." Jeorge cringes a little bit. "Hes sick. He looks sick. He needs to die. The bastard needs to fucking die." "Reed." Jeroge says firmly. "Jeorge. He will kill us all." "I wont let him." "When are you going to grow up? He doesnt feel anything towards us anymore. His choices are sick. Jeorge, you were stupid to leave your family." "What of you, Reed." "My sister feels pity towards me. I did the same as you. Except. I didnt have a choice. It was either that, or social services. Jeorge. You had a nice mother and a brother." Jeorge is making his way over towards Reed. "Its too late.. Weve made bad choices. Bad fate. But thats not whats in the future. Ill find us a way." Theon is hacking his lungs out and is constantly leaking blood from his nose. Hes pale and is keeping himself together. He finally begins to think about the end. "Cinnor." He calls out shakily. "Boss." She says wearily. "Get.. Jeo.." "Sir." She says before leaving to pluck Jeorge out from his bed. "What does he want?" Jeorge says quickly with fear in his eye. "Not sure.." She finally opens the door and stands guard. "Sir.." "Jeorge.." He says meakly. "Ive been a real bastard... More than you know... But.. Its too late for sorrys.. Wven though... I am.. For all the pain.. Dont give me that look.. Im dying.. And.. You and Red know it..." Jeroge is in awe. "Even.. The most disconnected person feels... Im not going soft.. Boy" he hacks and coughs and is laying his head down. "Im... Not gonna.. Die... Peacefully..." He laughs without humor. "Ive been a bastard... And... I cant.. Pay for it all.... The most capable person to take over... Is you... People... The people here... Theyll listen to a new face... One who knows compassion and all the mushy stuff." He clutches his heart and coughs again. "Theyll hear a new age... Theyll listen to you, Jeorge... The sickness... The virus.. Its spread too far.. Jeorge... Ive... Taught you most of the fighting skills... The vitals.. The makeshift healing.." Jeorge is leaning over his desk. "Jeorge.. Dont let this place deteriorate.. Do it for me.. And if not.. For the satisfaction... Of getting out of here... " "Enough talk.. Enough gushy shit." He rummages through his drawer and takes out a file folder. "Ive gathered info on you. Youve a brother.. And a mother.. Both hurt by your dissappearance.. If you do as the file folder says.. You can free your friends and yourself.." "Theres a catch.." "What?"  "A catch... What is it.." "It doesnt matter how nice.. I try to be... Youre always.. So refreshingly honest. Youve grown.." "Cut that shit out, Theon. Of course i want out of this. What is it.. You want me to do." "You need to eliminate the people in the file folder, various figures who stand in the way of my goal.." "What do you gain. You will die." "I have a life outside of this building." "You.!?" Jeorge snaps. "Yes." "This is all for my roots." "Your roots?" "I grew up in a very rough place.. You remind me of myself. Jeorge. We are more alike. Than you know." "You and me?" Jeorge says with a slight snort. "Dont be so fast.. I was younger... I was more stupid.. At.. Least.. All this.. Will.. Atone.. For what ive done.." "Cut the shit. Theon." "My roots. Charity. My helpers. Theyve made me who i am today." "How will you know if i decide not to do it." "Watchdogs. Ill be blunt. Theyll dispose of everything you love." Jeorge widens his eyes.  "The funadmentals will start now. " He begins to lecture Jeorge on rules and morals he guides himself by. By the time its over hes sent back to the room with bruised knuckles. Examples of the punishments he will receive and will give to make them follow orders. His head is spinning and he decides to just lay in his own bed. Each night hes plucked from his bed and taught the fundamentals and how he will strike with an iron fist. When he doesnt follow something hes yelled at and punished, each a new punishment. Names that have stuck with him throughout his four years. In the end hes put to the test and is a steeled boss figure and hes beat to a breaking point. "Senseless beatings will often, give fear to them." The next night hes driven to kill him. "Ill make sure i do it for you." He whispers before Theon takes his last breath. Jeorge notices a change in atmosphere in the building. Everyone is happy and they are all getting along. They share pizza and have nights where they all tell stories. They become very close friends and finally its time for Jeorge to give a glance at the file folder. He sees all the targets and is disheartened. Someone knocks on the door. Reed enters. "Reed." "Boss." "You dont need to call me that. Come here." Reed steps over towards the desk and he sees all the pictures. "What is this?" "Theons dying wish." "Dude.." He says before taking the folder into his hands. "Thats alot of people." "I know.. " "What do we do? " "We have to eliminate them." "No.. No way.." He says before putting the folder down. "Its the only way.. Reed.. Its how we get out of here." "Hes dead. Why are we still here?" "Theres unfinished business. Reed." "He wil never know." "Reed hes got watchdogs." "Holy shit." "Its too late to go back."  "Jeorge. What are we supposed to do?" "Exactly what the folder says. Dont give me that look. Weve made big mistakes, and this is how we pay." "These look like innocents, Jeorge." "I know." He says putting his head in his hands. "Come on, a nurse with kids?" "Reed. It sounds irrational i know. But if this is it.. Then.. We should get it over and done with." "Did he even tell you the motive?" "He died before he even told me the whole of it. All he said, was it was for his roots. For charity. He said these people are standing in the way." "Saran Joreyy. Age 25. 25 Jeorge. Fucking 25." "I know, Reed, for fucks sakes shut the hell up," Reed is taken aback and steps away before apologizing and walking out. "Fuck." Jeorge curses to himself and looks over the folder. Jeorge goes to Reed. "Reed.. Im sorry.. This whole thing is overwhelming.. I know theres no way to justify our actions.. Or his.. This is all bullshit... But... Its the price we pay." "Cut the bull shit sweet talk Jeorge. Ive thought it over. Whatever gets us the fuck out of here. One condition." "Yes." "We pay for the funerals." "Yes. Sure anything." "And we attend them." "Ye-wait no. Reed. We were the ones who killed them, why would they want us there?" "They didnt deserve to die. Its out of respect." "Reed. That is so stupid." So on it went. We eliminated six out of 20 people. And attended everyone of their funerals. If anyone asked we were old friends that were never brought up. "This is getting to be too much, Jeorge." "What do you want me to do about it." "He told you to do it.. He didnt give you a specific time limit." "Thats a good point. Damn." Two days later their base is infiltrated by ten teenagers claiming theyre the watchdogs. "Wattdogs. We are wattdogs. Hired by your passed expiration date master." She says with a wolfish grin. "Why are you here." "He didnt even tell you. Did he." The one with several piercings in their face. Female or male.. It didnt matter. They looked fierce. "Tell us what." Jeorge says protecting Reed. Reed's only in awe of jeorge. Only because of his black eye. And bruised knee caps. He was scraped up pretty bad the other night and called useless several times by Jeorge. Another pipes up. "Your leader was known as an R." "What the hell is an R." Reed says from behind Jeorge. "Reckless, ruthless, awe, fuck ran out of r words." "Okay.. So just a bunch of like.. Words?" "Ravishing." They all turn to look at a girl. "Hey look. Aint no joke, he was hot in a rugged way." Some boy smiles in the back. "Okay, so... Why are you here. Seriously. What hasnt he told us." "Our orders. What we get paid for.. Is to make sure. You do what he said. Sort of his dying wish right?" "Yeah.. I guess." "Now. He told us that you guys had a time limit. You could take a tiny break but once that was all done and finished you get right back on it. Any more time wasted, the targets would all escape." "Shit." "Your leader. Was a horrible man certainly. But he had power. Under the radar, power.  "Yeah. He often showed us his power." Jeorge snorts. "The bottom line really is, that he needs you all to clean up his mess. Whatever he told you was probably bullshit." "I aint cleaning up no ones mess. Its all his problem-" "You want to risk, them finding all your dna on this shit? No. I was guessing not. You do your job and maybe we will help you clean up. Okay?" "Wait.. You said your job was to just make sure we got the job done." "Im not a complete asshole."  "Do your job. This was just a minor look into what we can do." "What happened to your friend Jeorge." She asks him. Jeorge widens his eyes and looks for the first time the damage hes done to Reed. "You know... Its pretty lecherous for the leader to punish his little buddies. Especially when they mean so much to him." Reed only stared at the ground hes held down by a man whos twice his height. Jeorge is slapped by the lady leader. "We got paid big dollars, so we could watch over you. Do your job. Or we going to come in here, and fuck up your pals again. Okay?" She says really sweetly. He only nods and she puts his head down on the desk and pats it. "Let them go. You. Kayn. Tell the others to lay off." Kayn seems to nod and runs off into the building to find the other Wattdogs. "Okay. We gonna move out. Look. You heard my warning. Do it. Get it done, and youll be done and over with all this." She shoos out all her friends and begins to leave. "Oh. And jeorge?" Jeorge is bleeding out of his forehead." "You dont look like a big tough bad guy to me. Youre just some messed up little fucker, who needs help." She shuts the door and he begins to bite his lip. Reed is all beat up. "I cant keep helping you Jeorge.. You need to help yourself too.." He whispers. "Reed. We need to take out some more. Ive learned that theyre actually witnessess. We are there to clean up Theon's mess. Its shitty. But... We can get this done. And hopefully.. By the time we are done.. We will be able to be normal.." "Define normal, Jeorge." "Fuck." Suzanna Wilsinow. Age 43." Reed just gulps and they send out two of their best. Im better off on my own