Up the Boohai.

So, term break. Mid year break. Holidays. Many a teenager ‘hurrah’ about the end of term, and practically trip over their feet on the way out of their last classes.

I nearly tripped over Jay’s leg, but that was because he was holding it out in the hopes of just that. Bastard. Of course he may have done that because I kicked my bag at him just as he walked past my desk- effectively making him stumble. But who’s tallying scores, really?

“Now, remember that this two week break isn’t just about relaxation and recreation.” English turned out to be my last period of the term, so Miss Fen was giving us our end of term lecture. “You have your mid year mock exams just after, so be ready to go into a deep state of meditated study. Of course it would help if you’ve already started.” I would totally have been in to her little spiel, if it were not for my adoring boyfriend of one and half days.

I turn green every time this crosses my mind, a darker more pukey coloured green than his eyes. My face was set in a despicable frown as Jay kept nudging me in the side, actual nudges- hard nudges. I had to grit my teeth to stop from- nipple twisting him again, or something equally painful. I was still yet to give him an actual piece of my mind about yesterday’s appalling display. The thought made me shudder.

Another nudge hauled my thoughts back to ‘here and now’ the chair creaking as I turned to hiss, “Stop it!” My withering brown glare proved ineffective against his indifferent emerald look of amusement. Oh how the golden apple withers in sadness at my futility.

He didn’t say anything, but gave me a complacent smirk causing the ends of his god-awful lips to quirk up devilishly as he did so. He enjoyed my pain, I’ve asked this before -many times in my head- and I’ll ask it again; how could something so good looking be so malevolent?

Against my will, my lips reciprocated the tingle in my side that spawned from his elbow’s prodding. My own lips betrayed me yesterday, just as they were doing today. I didn’t think it was possible for something so innately connected to me to betray me so. ‘Et tu Brutus?’

Consciously, my body followed my instructions. E.g. I washed my mouth out with Listerine a good twenty times last night and this morning, ten each time. But involuntarily, my body seemed to go against me sometimes… like during morning tea when my fingers tingled at the feel of his hand in mine.

In an attempt to steer my mind away from such traitorous thoughts, I conjured the look of utter pain that clouded his emerald eyes when I had administered the remarkable nipple twister yesterday, a smug smile settled upon my face at the warming thought. Bahahahaha! That should teach him to ever touch me inappropriately -and without my permission- again.

Le a lelo, aikae- ua luki lava ga ou le fasi tinaiga- I seem to slip into a Samoan rant every time I think about him or he’s in the room… I have this theory. If I think in a different language, and the only other language I’m fluent enough in to think in; is Samoan, he won’t be able to guess what I’m thinking, because he won’t understand it! Great theory, right? You can send all donations and thoughts to my thinking fund via www (dot) kara thinking fund (dot) co (dot) nz- remember, no spaces between the words and use actual dots, periods, full stops… you get it. Think about it, think-think about it. Have I mentioned the hilarity of Flight of the Conchords? Seriously, good old Welly boys.

I prefer Auckland, but Wellington seems like a happening place… after all it is the capital. Once upon a time; Auckland used to be the capital. You see, after the signing of the 1840 Treaty of Waitangi, (when the Maori -Not ‘Maoris’ as the anti-Eurocentric scholars maintain - sold the sovereignty of their land for muskets, cold porridge and diseased-ridden blankets) my good old friend William Hobson chose it as his new capital.

Didn’t last long. But who cares? Parliament is in Wellington now and that’s where I guess it’ll stay.

“Well all that there is left to say is to be vocal about what you’re studying. Whoever raises his voice while studying will find that his learning endures, but one who reads silently will soon forget.” The bell signalled its toll right after Miss Fen said ‘forget’. Fitting, seeing as the majority of the class would have forgotten what she just said by now. But not me. No, never me.

As I torpidly made my way out of the class I found myself thinking about Jess’s end of term party tonight. Did I have to go? Somewhere along the line I lost sight of Jay- more like ran from him at the first chance I got. I heard him shout out my name, but I ignored him.

I was pulled into an empty classroom by two sets of arms. “The dot above ‘i’ is called a tittle!” I shouted before my mouth was covered by a slender hand. “I know how to do the Samoan drop! The people’s elbow! And Rock bottom! My uncle was the Rock’s trainer!” Lies, all of it… but it didn’t matter anyhow. It was completed muffled and my words sounded like a string of incoherent babble. I might as well have just saved my breath and hummed.

I attempted to bite the hand that held my mouth. “Fuck off Kara!” I turned to find Jess wiping her saliva slobbered hand down her jean clad thigh.

“Jess?”

“No, Ghandi. Who the fuck else?” She snapped in her -sorely missed- snarky tone.

“Before, or after 1915?” I asked, running a hand though my hair -which had fallen out of it’s bun- and wincing at the pain. Guess who forgot to brush her hair again? And no, I’m not talking about Ghandi either.

“We need to talk.” A familiar voice intoned seriously, my eyes widened, before narrowing.

“Are you two working together against me?” I asked, looking from Jess to the owner of the familiar voice.

“No, we’re working together for you.” Will replied, his hazel eyes weary as he glanced over at Jess.

“I have chores to get to-” I said, trying to move past them- but the thing about facing off against two -taller- people, other than the fact that you were out numbered, was that you couldn‘t see past them. But remember what I had said in the very beginning? I could hold my own against one tough guy, (Will was hardly tough. I think? Yeah, no I’m wrong.) possibly two- and Jess was a girl. I tried pushing through- no cookie.

“And a party to attend.” Jess’s cold voice interjected. I looked up into her cold blue stare, it was stubborn and haughty.

“But you’re mad at me, Sigrid.” I protested, this was as good a reason as any to bow out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you at my party- who the hell is Sigrid?” Drat-sticks!

“Sigrid the Haughty, a Nordic queen of contested historicity- got the Scandinavian style cognomen Haughty when she had Harald Grenske burnt to death in order-” Jess rolled her eyes and Will interrupted.

“Kara, why are you with Jay?” He asked tiredly, holding his temples with the thumb and middle finger of his left hand. His right hand, was for a hangover. Left- was for legitimate pain or stress.

I stilled, this question was bound to be asked- to me- eventually. Jay had been asked this question multiple times today, most the time it was right in front of me.

Re-enactments:

“But you guys don’t suit!?”

“Are you really going out with… Kara, the girl who thinks rocks are the coolest things in the world?”

“Like, why are you with her?”

“You’re the white guy that’s going out with Kara. What the hell’s up with that?”

“Have you seen my hamster?” Wait, sorry… wrong conversation.

Anyway… the first two illustrated just a few. Like I give a damn.

I shrugged, my left shoulder lingering longer in the air. “I’ve already answered this for Jess, I like the symmetry of his countenance. He is formidable looking and it’s about time I begin to show interest in the opposite sex.” Will and Jess shared a knowing look. “Should I leave the room now? Because I’m not into watching people copulate before me.” I blurted, the both turned to look at me as though looking at a child. Their child.

“Kara you’re lying.” Jess relayed, I was surprised she didn’t rest her hands on her knees to look down at me, patronisingly. I raised my pert chin in defiance.

“No I am not.” I said each word with the succinctness that I had perfected in the shower. Don’t ask why I perfect succinctness in the shower, I don’t have an answer. I just do.

“Kara, we’re your friends. We notice things like bullshit, it’s obvious that you both hate each other.” Will replied, was it? I kept my eyes from widening. My acting wasn’t that bad was it? “Why are you lying to us?”

“I am-”

“You’re not fooling anyone.” Jess spat. Was she still mad about what I said before? Well, do the chickens have large talons? Yes, Napoleon Dynamite was on the menu.

“I really ..like Edwards.” Edwards? I could feel my face heating up, this must be what the victims of McCarthyism in the late 1940s to the late 1950s felt when they were subjected to aggressive investigations and questioning. Only substitute Communism and the Red-Scare with Jay and the Jay-Scare. Replace the Hollywood blacklist with me, and the Executive Order 9835 with Jess and Will-

“You two didn’t wait for me.” I stilled at the sound of the quietly commanding voice. I’d know that voice anywhere, even though it was a rarity that you got it a lot at once.

“You took forever.” Jess said with shrug, I turned to look at the door meeting a pair of deep set orange tinged blue eyes.

“William Penn was right, only trust thyself and another shall not betray thee.” I said light-heartedly. How does one lie with a griffin in the room?

“How is it, that we’re betraying you?” William asked in an annoyed voice, his hazel eyes cackled with irritation, as did Jess’s eyes of blue. Burr’s brows were furrowed as he regarded me.

“Is Jay worth the effort?” If I could, I would have scoffed and asked ‘Are you dumb?’ But I couldn’t. Because even if Jay wasn’t worth the effort, 2500 was.

“O le aso lenei, o le aso lenei.” I began to sing a Sunday School song, there was no other way out of this. I had to keep myself from answering their questions. I had to keep myself form telling the truth. I cannot tell a lie, and George Washington would be proud. Not. He was probably turning in his grave.

So, I sang Samoan songs to try and get out of it. Try, being the operant word.

“Kara, is he worth your friendships?” The real question, of course, being; are the lies and money worth my friendships? I looked from Burr to Will, I shook my head.

“Are you really with him?” What was with the stressed words? Can I really be this manipulative and deceitful? Think, Hunt, think!

The silent movement of my head seemed to strike a chord within me. The light, that lay dormant, blazed to life. With a wide glassy stare I shook my head, again. Ok, so technically I wasn’t breaking the contract. The contract clearly stated that I was to not ever voice the truth of our agreement, it didn’t restrict me from spilling the beans non-verbally or vocally. All they really had to know was that I wasn’t with him, they weren’t being told about the contract or that I knew and was in on some kind of bet. So theoretically, I was not in violation of the contract.

“Then why-” They all had the same look of confusion on their faces, I had once said that I was a lone wolf- but the truth of the matter is… I needed these people. My mum has a saying, ‘E le tu fa’amauga se tagata.’

In English? No one stands atop a mountain- so maybe that’s the literal sense. I think she means, no one will stand alone forever. Nor should they.

I need these people, hell I’ve only known Burr for about two or three months and I feel like he’s the kind of friend you don’t ever want to lose.

I was stepping off my pedestal.

“Please don’t ask, please? Just know that I know what I’m getting myself into. I know that I probably look like an idiot. Well, more so than normal- and it’s awesome that you guys care- but I can‘t explain it. I can’t tell you why I’ve gone against every bone in my rational minded body and agreed to go out with him.” I was pleading with them, praying that they wouldn’t make me violate the contract and lose out on half of next year’s (First Semester) tuition.

“For once, I’m begging- I beseech thee three-” Jess’s lip glossed lips quirked up in a slight grin, Will looked confused and Burr amused. “-just trust me when I say that I’m with Jay because I want to be.” Technically I do, I want to be with him as a means to an end. Albeit a monetary end, but an end nonetheless. “That I’ll stick to it because I-” and here’s the part where I lie. Whoop. “like him. I do, maybe it’s the arrogance-” or not, “maybe it’s his intelligence… but I like him. And for some strange reason, he likes me too.” I should win an Oscar for this shit, hell chuck me an Emmy while you‘re at it.

There was still suspicion in their eyes, but I had a feeling they were going to drop it. How could they not, after such a heartfelt performance? I know, laying on the conceit a little too thick, like Sanitarium Peanut butter. Mmmmm, I haven’t had a plate of in a while.

“We just don’t want you to wind up hurt.” Will ceded, I smiled brightly at him.

“Basalt is the most common rock on earth.”

“Promise us you won’t let him hurt you?” Well, technically he wasn’t going to really hurt me. I was going to pretend that it hurts… but the smell of the money would more than just make up for it.

Especially fake pain.

“I promise.” I replied, my fingers tightly crossed behind my back.

Jess sighed, “I have no choice but to believe you,” she turned to Will, “I can’t believe we couldn’t even last two days. Are we really that pathetic?” Oh, so they were trying to give me the silent treatment? Burr could do it, no sweat. But then… it would probably be just normal. But Jess and Will? My heart clenched, they couldn’t go two days without speaking to me? Wow. The thought made me wonder as to how Will must have felt when I had began to avoid and dodge him … maybe I wasn’t that good a friend over the years as I thought.

“No.” I said, oddly choked. “You guys aren’t pathetic… you’re just really good mates.”

Jess walked forward, her thin arms wrapped around me. “You can be so stupid sometimes Kara.” She murmured, but her hug was comforting.

“You have to come work for my dad these holidays, he needs a PA for the next two weeks because Margery’s taken it off to spend time with her kids.” She said as she pulled back.

“I’ll have to ask mum.” I said, already knowing that the answer would be yes. The pay was pretty much double than what I got at Parkers.

“Good. Now remember: my house, tonight.” With that she turned and walked away, nodding curtly at both Will and Burr. Perhaps the nod at Will was a lot more curt than the one she gave to Burr.

“Well I hate to love you and leave you but…” I fled the room before Will or Burr could say anything. Yeah- unresolved issues much?

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Erin says:

Kara!

Erin says:

I know you're there.

Common Basalt says:

Hey Erin... how's the weather there in Lynnfield?

Erin says:

Cut the crap, I know. Burr txtd me after lunch, yesterday. Are you out of credit? You can’t tell me you've run out of your 2000 txts for the month.

Common Basalt says:

Technically I haven't... but um... LoL?

Erin says:

No laughing out loud, why haven't you txted me back?

Common Basalt says:

I forgot. My dog died... did you know the legal age of consent in Spain and Chile is 12?

Erin says:

-sigh- Fine, don't answer my question. I have you here, now, anyway. Why is my boyfriend so opposed to the idea of you and Jay? (And it isn't 12 in Chile, I was on holiday there for a while.)

Common Basalt says:

No idea. (How did you know that? Were you trying to pick up 12 year olds? XP )

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Erin says:

Well then, maybe Jay does. (Funny.)

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“I’m going to murderise you!” I dodged as a shoe flew past my head, and hit Jess. Ooh ow, yep you’re gone.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Jess snapped at the girl who’d thrown her shoe, drunkenly, at me. Yeah, the party had progressed into quite the mess. Before you ask, no- I hadn’t been summoned from my hole to clean this mess up.

For once, I watched the entire thing play out. It was actually quite entertaining.

Why -I hear you ask- did I run the risk of getting a shoe thrown at me, to hang around a place and environment that made me queasy? Simple, Jay threatened to drag me by hair down if he lost sight of me.

“Hunt, you are not to fuck off and hide away to read. If I get hit on, and you’re not around… you’re going to get it.” He hissed through clenched teeth, before adding. “And my left nipple is still kind of numb because of that stunt you pulled yesterday. So don’t even think about it.”

I had huffed and puffed and silently stayed by his side for following two hours. People came and went, I had to endure standing there whilst Jay talked to Danny (who kept throwing me superior looks of triumph) and then Burr… who didn’t say much to either of us, now that I think about it.

Pete spoke the most. But he was bearable compared to half the rugby team who tried to persuade Jay to join. They used words like 'eh bro,' 'cheers Gee' and ‘aw c’mon mate!’.

After, of course, casting me knowing looks. Yeah, yeah… he’s just with me for a bet and I don’t know. Was what I tried to emit.

Needless to say, I was having the utmost time of my life and nothing would have upset me more than being taken away from Jay’s side right now. Then, as if by some force of God: I was bumped, stumbled and ended up pushing a guy over. Who consequently spilt his drink all over some random’s dress. Of course said random was inebriated and commenced yelling at me for ruining her night. She then tried to kill me, with a shoe.

Jay’s hand (through the fabric of my jumper) on my elbow made me shudder with repugnance. However, he tugged me away, four feet away, to pretend to talk to me. His emerald gaze held mine for a nanosecond- but I got the message. Be-fucking-have. Like it was my fault.

“Way to go Jay, you sure know how to pick ‘em.” I turned to find a face I hadn’t seen in a (blissful) while.

“Hello Erica, did you know that the earliest reference to the word cellulite in Vogue magazine was ‘Like a swift migrating fish, the word cellulite has suddenly crossed the Atlantic.’?” I asked her, my eyes however followed the random girl as she was dragged out of Jess’s house, a half smile on my face.

“See, Jay? Quite the catch.” Erica’s sarcasm wasn’t as well placed or wittily done as I was used to. In fact, it was runny and diluted, a dire excuse for sarcasm that made me physically sick to my stomach.

“Excessive amount of alcohol can contribute to increased amount of cellulite.” Jay replied and I stared at him. “In fact, tight clothes, and even high heels have been correlated with an increase in cellulite.” He pointed out each thing he saw on Erica as he related this to her.

“Because I know you're not the brightest, I'll just tell you straight out. Your ass is hanging out from underneath your skirt, and it isn‘t smooth. The sides of your body aren’t being flattered by that top, you look like you’re bursting. And if you didn‘t have such chicken legs, I‘d say you were developing cankles.” His voice was almost mechanical, cold and calculating.

The look of terror that flitted across the girl’s face was phenomenal. She calmly placed her alcoholic beverage on the mantel and walked away, in her high heels- tugging on her tight skirt and tight boob tube. Ouch.

“Sole, you straight dismissed her!” I exclaimed, pushing the sleeves of my hoodie up.

“I know.” He replied, sipping on his drink. I shook my head, this was something to go down in the book of ages.

“That was stupid though, I would have been able to handle her myself.” I pointed out, my voice not at all haughty.

“She was insulting my judgement, it had nothing to do with you.” Was the curt reply, I grinned,

“Don’t lie, you just don’t want me to administer the nipple twister on you again.” His withering glare was met with an amused one from me.

“Fucking watch it, Hunt.” He growled, he placed his drink on the mantel beside Erica’s discarded one. I almost chuckled, until I realised he was nearing me. I narrowed my gaze at him,

“I am!” I snapped, but there was no use. He was cornering me… literally.

His hands shot out, both landing on my shoulders and keeping me in place.

“Ants don’t sleep!” I blurted as I tried to squirm away, but he was scarily silent as he stared me down. I half expected him to start humming and telling the demon within me to leave my body.

Or better yet start humming and saying, “You’re getting very sleepy.”

The corner suddenly seemed very dark, very- closed in.

My stomach was clenching and my brown eyes were finding it hard to look away from his darkened green ones.

“Midge I need you!” I never thought that the sound of Deacon’s voice could make me so happy.

I placed my own hands on Jay’s chest and pushed at him, moving out from where he’d trapped me between him and the corner. Although the crowded room left no breathing space, I heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Deacon’s blue eyed form floated before me, “What is it?”

A jumper was thrown into my face, “Can you hold my jumper, Midge?” Oh fack off! Once again, the whole Kiwi slang thing...apologies. A jumper is a sweater, for you Americans out there. Well the term itself is chiefly British, and seeing as we were once a British colony -from 1841, until we assumed complete self-government as the 'Dominion of New Zealand' in 1907 by proclamation of King Edward VII- it would make sense. Of course, we're now the Realm of New Zealand, Dominion's just an outdated word folks.

Anyway... I threw it (the jumper) back at him,

“Come on!” He whined, he looked at Jay- “Jay, tell your girlfriend to hold my jumper!” Clearly, Deacon was plastered. Jay seemed to stiffen, but a grin found it’s way onto his face as he took his jumper off and placed it around my shoulders.

“She can’t, she’s holding mine.” I resisted the urge to shrug the thing off of my shoulders, it smelled of him and his cinnamonny smell! Mmmmm- uh yuck!

“Gayness!” Deacon exclaimed, he glared -glassily- at me. “Come on Midget… do it… or I tell everyone you watch Shortland Street!” Jay raised his eyebrow at me, I do not watch Shortland Street. It's a poor excuse for a soap opera.

“Oh come on, at least make it something believable.” I scoffed, “Like Hi5.” Yeah… now there’s a kid’s early morning show that I could sing and dance to.

“That’s right…” Deacon swayed, “Hi5... What a loser.” I shook my head,

“Better than the frikken Go Show! Eighteen and watching the Go Show after school every weekday?”

“Hey… I don’t- wait.” He broke off and stared just over my head, I looked at him in confusion. His sudden shout of, “One!” followed by a clap, caused the entire room to follow his actions.

“Two!” Clap, clap. Aw crap. “Three!” Clap, clap, clap. Everyone then shouted,

“Go!” Above the bad music, they began to mumble the first few bits of the worse song.

The only distinguishable words were, “Welcome to the Go Show!” I turned back and looked imploringly at Jay… this was torture, I was surrounded by a bunch of imbeciles.

For once, we were on the same wavelength. Jay grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the crowded room. I suddenly found myself outside, beside Jess’s expansive pool.

Although there were still people out here, no one was silly enough to go swimming in the middle of winter.

“That was not pleasant.” I breathed, unwittingly wrapping my arms around myself and snuggling into my clothes. Forgetting that I had Jay's jumper draped over my shoulders.

“No shit,” I looked over at him, his hair was dishevelled but his eyes were bright. Strange.

“Are you inebriated?” He shoved his hands into his pockets, before giving me an unamused look.

“The legal blood alcohol limit for driving is no more than 80 milligrams of alcohol for every 100mls of blood (0.8 BAC). If you are under 20 you shouldn't drink any alcohol before you drive. But the limit is 30 milligrams for every 100mls (0.3 BAC).” He said calmly,

“Didn’t answer my question,” after all… drinking and driving was bad.

“I’ve been nursing the same bottle of Heineken since I got here, and it isn’t even half way.” His annoyed expression told me he was kicking himself for leaving it in there, whilst he was out here.

“Is that a no?”

“How the- do I have to spell it out for you? Wait, I did!” Whoa!

“Don’t take it up the boohai.” I muttered,

“I’ll take you up the bloody boohai.” He snapped,

“I think you need to calm the fuck down.” I replied, sitting on the concrete floor. I stared out over the dead calm swimming pool, wondering why I didn’t just floor him.

Money.

Right.

I had closed my eyes and began to sink into a deep state of meditation, nah I don’t really meditate, when the air around me was disturbed by a presence. I opened an eye to regard a brooding Jay beside me.

His lips were set in an angry grim line, come to think of it… it was his normal face. He grumbled something that I didn’t quite catch, his voice deep and quite reluctant.

“I didn’t catch that.” I intoned in a ‘hummmm’ voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” My meditation was broken, I turned to give Jay my full attention. Satan? Apologising? For snapping?

“Okay, where are the cameras? What is this…?” I looked around, only to settle back onto his face. It was deadpanned, more straight than when he pawned Erica.

“I’m serious. I was taking my anger over my dad out on you. It‘s wrong-” You could just tell this was hard for him to say, man it was killing him!

“Shove off- wait, you’re serious!” I stared once again. This was trippy. I don’t even think I was blinking.

“Look, I know I’m good looking but stop staring at me.” I blinked. Drat sticks. I reached out, expecting my hand to go through him or something, I nearly poked him in the eye. “Kara!”

I withdrew my hand, “Sorry.” I said sheepishly.

“Just accept the stupid apology.”

“No.” I could practically feel the incredulous look, if you haven’t guessed… I closed my eyes.

“Accept the stupid apology!” He growled, I shook my head. “Hunt.” He said in a warning tone, he could warning tone me all he liked. I’m not quite sure why I wasn’t accepting the apology, I think it’s just because I didn't feel like it.

It was then, or rather now, that I felt a hand on my knee, which wasn’t my own. The hairs on my arms began to stand, the way the hand rested on my knee brought with it many implications. Much of which, I did not like. "Would you kindly remove your hand from my leg?" I asked in a forced polite tone.

"No." I bet he could practically feel the incredulous look on my face. Why does he have to be so vindictive?

"Take your damn hand off of my leg, I swear if you don't-" He scoffed, but the hand made no move to leave my leg. In fact the heat from his hand was seeping through the fabric of my jeans and making me feel sick. He even made a sweeping motion with his thumb, and I felt it! Yuck. I fought down a shudder, show no fear. No fefe!

"Accept my apology." He murmured, oh no. Not again. It was another battle of freakin' wills and believe me.. I wasn't going to lose this one. Did I win the other one?

"No." I ground out, again.

"God you're so fucking stubborn, just accept the fucking apology, or else." His voice was low, a low growl that sent an ominous shiver throughout my body. However keeping a farely stoic look on my face I raised my chin and defiant stare to meet his crackling green fired glare.

"Or else.. what?" Yeah, very original. But I thought it a fitting reply. Perhaps if I had known his next move, I may not have incited it. Of course, this is me. Thinking before I act? Jeez, who do you think I am... some sort of think-before-I-act... guy?

"This." Jay replied, how do I get myself into these situations again? Se kae ia.

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A/N: Hola mi amigas! (or amigos!) My mate takes Spanish, lol. Anyway… how was that? Likey? No-likey? Forgive the typos? Yeah? I'll love ya for it!

I don’t own… anything that may sound familiar. Like the Go Show (shudder) or Hi5.

Right-ee-oh. Uni has started so.. Updating will probably take a huge hit. I know- boo me. Next story to be updated however will be State. Unless I skip ahead and do ACC. Dunno.

Nothing left to say but… drop us a comment loveys! It’ll encourage me to try and update. ;)

P.S: I've never updated whilst at Uni before... wowsers. It's strange, like I have an essay deadline, doesn't help that I have a lecture in ten minutes. (across bloody campus) So, fa for real.