A/N – To whom it may concern, I appreciate the reviews that Narator, Melissa Norvell, Ecaterina Dracula, Samurai J, im. a. werewolf. rawr., and entity. unknown sent in. Many thanks!

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She’s the Man: Chapter Ten

Tara couldn’t help but feel both sorry for Tommy and irritated at the two adults screaming at each other from downstairs. How Tommy was able to deal with this much noise for all his life, she would never know. She was hiding herself away in Tommy’s bedroom with her fingers stuffed inside her ears, anything to block out the noise of his parents’ yelling. Never before in her life had she met a couple with such a horrible relationship. Why was it they stayed together for so long if their relationship was this dreadful? After shouting something angrily, Tara heard Tommy’s father slam the door shut behind him after storming out. Down below, the screaming had ceased, only to be followed by uncomfortable silence. Tara removed her fingers and listened. While the fighting had stopped the tension was definitely still there. Concerned, she descended downstairs to check up on the young woman.

The light brunette mother was already looking for a bottle of wine, anything to guzzle down. Tara stood in the archway and watched, until the woman noticed her presence. Mrs. Marcconi spun around swiftly, holding a bottle, while staring wide-eyed down at the teenager she thought was her son. Forcing a smile, the woman hid the bottle behind her back and glided over to the table in the middle of the kitchen.

“Hello there, Tommy.”

“Mom,” Tara said, already used to the idea of referring to someone else as her mother, “if today is your guys’ anniversary why are you fighting?”

Sighing angrily and heavily, the woman sat down and began to pull the cork out of the wine bottle. “Ask your father that, not me.”

“This is no way for a married couple to act,” Tara chided as she made her way over to the table. Of course, she knew nothing about marriage. However, judging by the behavior of her original parents, this couldn’t be normal or healthy for a married couple.

Looking up from her bottle of wine, Mrs. Marcconi retorted, “And what do you suppose I do about it?”

“Something nice,” Tara answered calmly. She was now seated next to the tired woman, sincerity in Tommy’s brown eyes. “Do something… I don’t know, romantic? Something to let your husband know you still love him.”

An awkward silence passed over the kitchen briefly.

“You do still love him, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Mrs. Marcconi huffed while raising her chin haughtily into the air. “Why else would I stick with the moron for this long?”

Tara looked away with the woman with a pained smile stretching across her face, accompanied with a slightly puzzled expression. Talk about a love-hate relationship. She glanced back at the woman with an excited spark in her (or, technically, Tommy’s) eyes.

“Well, since Dad just left, why not quickly throw together a surprise dinner?” Tara’s smile turned mischievously elated. “A surprise dinner for two.”

Tommy’s mother tapped her finger lightly against her lips, her brown eyes rolled up to the ceiling in deep thought. “Hmm… maybe a candlelight dinner.” The woman gasped excitedly, quickly turning to face who she thought was her son. “It’ll be so romantic, we’ll—”

“Don’t tell me!” Tara shouted, clasping her hands over her ears and turning away from the woman. The teenaged girl stuck inside a boy’s body already had a pretty good and frightening idea about what was about to come out of the mother’s mouth. Well, at least Tommy’s mother was the depressingly optimistic kind.

“Well, you get the idea,” the woman sighed annoyingly, her eyes closed from irritation. “Wonderful idea, Tommy! I’ll cook something quickly!” The woman was zooming around the kitchen now, nothing more than an excited blur. “You go upstairs and entertain yourself.”

Obliging, Tara was already halfway up the stairs. Anniversaries were usually meant to be a happy occasion. But knowing Tommy’s parents, Tara would have been extremely surprised if Mrs. Marcconi’s plan actually pulled through. She was upstairs skimming through a book when the scent of a cooked dinner reached her in Tommy’s room. It seemed the boy’s mother was serious about it. Tara went down to check up on Tommy’s mother when she heard the boy’s dad return home, most likely returning from a bar. As the man ambled groggily into the kitchen, she hid herself out in the foyer and watched from the archway.

“What the…?” Tommy’s father stopped dumbfounded in the kitchen, staring at the set table with widened eyes.

The kitchen was dark, the only faint source of light coming from the dimmed lights and lit candles placed arbitrarily about the room. The fine cooked dinner was already set on the clothed table, two chairs seated at it. Along with the dinner was a bottle of wine accompanied by two wine glasses. Mrs. Marcconi was seated at the table in one of the chairs, her hands cupped together with her chin resting on it. Tara could make out the smile on the woman’s face when the fire on one of the candles flickered and cast light across the young woman’s face. The only thing missing in this scene was soft music wafting around in the air. Personally, Tara thought it was better not to have the music that would only add a cheesy touch to the entire romantic scene.

“How drunk are you?” were the first words that came out of Mr. Marcconi’s mouth. Groaning inwardly, Tara smacked the palm of her hand hard against her forehead. The insensitivity of men sometimes astonished her. No wonder the two adults were always fighting. Tommy’s father didn’t have an ounce of romance in his entire body.

Mrs. Marcconi’s smile instantaneously turned into a frown. “I make a dinner for our anniversary, and that’s the first thing you say?”

Tara sighed aggravatingly to herself, sensing a heated fight coming on. Preferring not to watch the yell fest, she ascended back upstairs into Tommy’s room and hoped that the fight wouldn’t be too loud. The girl inside the boy’s body stopped at the window in the boy’s room and peered out it. The sky above was smeared colors of orange and red, indicating it was still twilight. Thin wisps of pink clouds still loomed overhead, drifting ever so slowly across the evening sky. There was something wrong with the scene, though. The noise level downstairs was as calm and peaceful as the sky. And Tara knew this wasn’t right at all. If anything, the two adults downstairs were supposed to be yelling at the top of their lungs. Curiously, Tara turned away from the window and faced her door with an arched eyebrow. Maybe the dinner actually did work.

And then Tara heard it.

She had jumped at the sudden noise, confused as to what it was. Seconds later, she realized it was a giggle that came from the kitchen downstairs. Brown eyes widened at the noise, completely surprised by the giggle. Giggle? What she had expected was earsplitting shouting, angered yells because Tommy’s father had found the dinner his wife made unimpressive. So, why on earth was there giggling coming from the kitchen?

Unless…

Tara had been making her way to Tommy’s bedroom door so as to descend downstairs and spy on the two adults when another noise from downstairs reached her in the bedroom. This time, it was Mr. Marcconi’s mischievous laughter. She froze on the spot at the sound of the man’s laugh, confusion settling in around the teenaged girl. So now he was laughing? Admittedly, Tara was happy for the married couple that the dinner had actually worked. But what was with the devilish laughter and giggling? Her puzzled thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rough banging and glass breaking, almost like the bottle of win and glasses had been knocked off the table. It was at that moment, Tara’s eye twitched. It didn’t help out the situation at all when she heard moaning coming from downstairs. The eye twitching increased in disturbance.

Oh, my God! Tara screamed mentally, stumbling back away from the door and falling onto Tommy’s rear end. The girl clasped her hands over her ears, begging for the yelling to return. She preferred the infuriated shouting than the disturbing noises currently coming up to the second story of the house from the kitchen. They’re getting it on down there!

Well, at least the dinner worked.

Tara jumped onto the bed and wrapped the pillow around her head, hoping that it would block out the sexual noises. Much to her displeasure, it didn’t work. The brunette ripped the pillow away and glanced anxiously around the room. She had to get out of the house. That was the only way to save her innocence, or whatever was left of it. Didn’t the two adults downstairs realize their son was still in the house? They could have at least tried to keep it down! Making a mental note to scold the two later, Tara scrambled over to the bedroom window by Tommy’s bed. Mustering up all the strength inside the boy’s lanky body, she yanked the window open and stuck her head outside. The air outside was fresh and cool, chilling her skin upon contact. Glancing back over her shoulder, Tommy’s brown irises landed on his closed bedroom door so as to double check to make sure the noises weren’t stopping any time soon. Nope, they weren’t. With one final gag, Tara began struggling her way out the window. This way was the better exit. The last thing she wanted was to escape out the front door, only to catch a glimpse of the action. The very thought of it almost caused the girl to vomit as she hung from Tommy’s windowsill. There was just one problem.

She was stuck.

Tara blinked and glanced wildly around. Unfortunately, there was no tree nearby for her to climb down safely. The second detail she failed to realize upon making her decision to escape out Tommy’s bedroom window was that she was on the second floor. Tommy’s legs dangled beneath her with nothing to hold her up. And now, there was no way for her to get back up to the window and pull herself back into the bedroom. Tara yelped and began kicking and squirming, trying to strategize a way to get down without killing herself. All the squirming she had been doing, however, caused her to lose her grip on the windowsill she was grasping desperately onto. Her fingers slipped, and before Tara knew it she was plummeting to the earth below.

A dull thud could be heard resonating throughout the air, though no one outside was able to hear the almost inaudible noise from a long distance.

“Ow…” Tara didn’t even bother to attempt to move, as she lay splayed out across the grass. The limbs of the boy’s body ached from the fall. Luckily for the brunette girl trapped inside a male body, she didn’t fall from an incredible height, and therefore survived the tumble. After a few seconds of fully regaining her consciousness, Tara sat herself up.

Slowly, the girl staggered back onto Tommy’s feet before ambling wobbly over to the sidewalk and making her way away from the two-story house. She’d come back in an hour or so, when Tommy’s parents were done getting it on. Compared to this, she preferred the fighting.

Tommy’s feet took her in a random direction with no particular destination in mind. To be honest, she wasn’t quite sure where she wanted to go. Not quick marts, that much was for sure. Her pace slowed down when she realized she really had no idea where to go. A walk around Tommy’s neighborhood seemed like a boring idea, and it wasn’t enough to pass an hour of time. Going over to Roxanne’s house would have seemed more than strange, considering she was in Tommy’s body and not her own. She couldn’t go to her house, that much was understandable. Maybe Colton’s? The idea alone was enough to turn her entire face red. No, that wasn’t good either. She blinked and skidded to a sudden halt when her surroundings suddenly dawned on her.

Quickly, Tara whipped her head around to her left and stared with her eyes widened to double their average size. The girl had been wondering where the sudden chills came from, and she got her answer. Off to her left, separated from her and the sidewalk she was standing on by a small gate painted black, was a cemetery. She was frozen in place, unable to tear Tommy’s brown eyes away from the scene of the cemetery. It wasn’t anything like the typical graveyards she saw in horror movies, with a creepy atmosphere and twisted trees growing around the decrepit tombstones sticking out of the dirt ground. No, this cemetery was surprisingly pleasant to look at, minus the thought of dead people buried beneath the ground.

The ground was covered in plush green grass that looked like someone was taking good care of it, stretching across the entire threshold of the burial ground. The verdant trees grew straight and tall, showering the graves of the deceased with fresh green leaves. The headstones sat up straight, firmly seated into the ground. Some of the older ones had begun to develop cracks, but despite that none of them were remotely as fearsome looking as the tombstones in the movies. Actually, they were solemn and almost tranquil. A cool breeze blew in from the cemetery before Tara, almost beckoning her to enter. Something certainly was drawing her in, though she couldn’t determine what it was. The feeling was sudden, almost impulsive. Perhaps it was curiosity? After all, she had never set foot in a cemetery before.

Whatever it was, Tara gave in and slowly made her way over to the gate. The girl hopped the gate and began her stroll among the headstones. Though it was evening and there was a lack of light to guide the he-she, she made her way calmly down a path. Even without light, there was no feeling of fear settling in. Maybe because she could relate to the people residing in the coffins down below in the ground. Just like them, she, too, had died. The thought caused her to shiver, but there was no denying it. It was the truth connecting her to all the spirits of the deceased in that cemetery. The only difference was she was given a second chance she felt she didn’t deserve.

Tara passed by a widow and her young daughter, both of them standing silently before a single tombstone with their heads bowed. She cast them a quick side-glance before moving along, trying her best not to disturb them. It was none of her business, and she didn’t want to interrupt their meeting with their departed family member. At least she wasn’t alone in the cemetery. The girl rounded a bend, exchanging a hello with a man who placed flowers down in front of a headstone before greeting her with a somber smile. Because she had been exchanging greetings with the grieving man, Tara was unaware of the person also rounding the corner from the opposite side. The two collided before she had the chance to stop, and she stumbled back.

“S-Sorry,” Tara apologized while rubbing at her throbbing nose.

“It’s okay,” the person said with a light chuckle. “I should have been watching where I was going.”

Tara’s eyes widened and she quickly looked up upon recognizing who the voice belonged to. Colton gawked down at the teenager he thought was Tommy, equally surprised to see Tara in such a place. Her jaw dropped as soon as Tommy’s eyes landed on the ebony-haired boy standing before her, wondering what on earth Colton was doing in a cemetery of all places. Just like her, Colton’s forest green eyes were also widened from surprise. The last place he expected to see Tommy was the town’s cemetery. The two continued to gape in surprised silence before Colton finally spoke up first and exclaimed,

“Tommy? What are you doing here?”

“What about you?” Tara squawked, unable to hide her alarm. “Why are you in the cemetery?”

Colton’s tense figure relaxed as he drooped his shoulders, the surprise evaporating away. He forced her a melancholic smile, his eyes growing sad. “I came here to visit someone.”

Obviously. What else would a person do in a cemetery? Tara had to scold herself for her momentary lapse in logical thinking. Then again, she hadn’t been strolling about the cemetery to visit a dearly departed person. She could have been the only exception to normality, however.

“Oh, well, I was just,” Tara stammered when she felt abnormal in admitting she wasn’t there for the same reason, “taking a walk.”

Perhaps it was strange, because Colton then hitched an eyebrow. “Taking a walk?” When he repeated it, she felt stupid for even saying it in the first place.

“Yeah, um, I was…”

“Want to come with me, then?” the raven-haired teenager requested, forcing another smile. Tara blinked and perked her head up when the question left Colton’s mouth. “Since you’re not visiting anyone?”

Nodding, she answered, “Sure.”

She trailed after Colton when he began to make his way down another path, glancing at each headstone. What she couldn’t help feel curious about was how did each person buried six feet below her die. She had her story as to how she made it to the afterlife, but what was theirs? Her first reaction after wondering such a thought was to shiver, admitting that it was a morbid curiosity. The brunette returned her attention to the back of Colton’s head as the two continued their way along the trail twisting between trees and tombstones.

“Who are we visiting?” she finally asked when she realized Colton hadn’t mentioned who beforehand.

The boy raised his head once the question was thrown out there into the opening, but did not turn around to face Tara. Instead, he continued walking and remained silent. Tara tilted her head to one side, frowning slightly in annoyance when Colton pretended not to hear her. Just as she was about to repeat herself, this time in a louder voice, Colton finally answered,

“You’ll see.”

She huffed, disliking the answer he gave her. Why did it have to be such a surprise? Nevertheless, Tara took his response as a sign to remain quiet and continued following the raven-haired boy. The sky above was slowly growing darker as they walked down the small sidewalk path leading to different grave spots. The air around them was cold, almost like rain was soon upon them. What Tara disliked the most, though, was the silence between the two. Some conversation would have been nice. However, Colton remained quiet the entire time as he continued searching for one tombstone in particular.

“Finally,” Tara heard him breathe after several more minutes of walking. She glanced up at him to see he had straightened up once more at the sight of the grave he was looking for. “There it is.” The teenaged boy made a brisk walk towards the grave, leaving Tara behind in his dust. She picked up the pace and hurried after him, coming to a sudden halt by his side. The two stood in front of a rectangular headstone, Tara’s eye grazing over the words carved into the stone.

HERE LIES TARA MARRERO.

The sound of her heartbeat began drumming loudly in her ears, an even and steady sound, as every muscle in her body froze up. Standing before her was her very own gravestone, meaning that just below her feet was her previous body. The thought sent a wave of chills up and down her spine and arms, freezing the blood in her veins. She continued reading the headstone, which gave her birthday and the day she died along with some other details: beloved daughter, loving older sister, adored friend, and so on. Not once since returning to life in Tommy’s body had the idea of her own grave crossed her mind. One couldn’t blame her, this wasn’t exactly a thought normal people considered much of the time. Then again, considering the circumstances, Tara wasn’t one of the most normal people around.

When she finally regained her ability to move again, she slowly turned to face Colton. He was staring down at her grave, his green eyes glazed over with remorse. She was curious, she wanted to know why. Why her grave?

“Colton.” Her voice was quiet, but the tone of curiosity was evident. “Why are we…?”

“Do you remember her, Tommy?” Colton answered with a question of his own.

She had flinched back from surprise when he spoke up, looking away to think over her words carefully. “Y-Yeah, the girl from the quick mart.”

“Do you remember her in school, though?” Colton finally looked up from the headstone, but refused to glance in who he assumed was his best friend’s direction. The boy shoved his hands into his pockets, staring blankly out towards the trees behind Tara’s grave.

She rubbed the back of Tommy’s neck, glancing upwards towards the evening sky with awkward embarrassment settling in. Why did Colton have to ask difficult questions? The girl went over the answers in her mind, trying her best to pick out the best responses the real Tommy would say. “Sort of, yeah.”

“The two of us didn’t talk a whole lot,” Colton admitted. “But we did talk sometimes, so I kind of knew her.”

“She was kind of a nerd, wasn’t she?” Tara said when she found herself unable to come up with an appropriate response. Besides, that sounded like some stupid remark Tommy would say.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the slightest glimpse of a smile appearing on Colton’s face. “Back in freshman year,” the boy said, “she was my partner for a science project.”

Tara remembered that. It was the first time she ever met Colton. It was also the time she first fell in love with him. Through this project she was able to not only talk to Colton, but also to learn about who he was. Her discovery was that he was smart, and also a kind and humorous boy. This, obviously, was an unavoidable case of infatuation.

“She was a nice person,” Colton interrupted her flashback, snapping her back to reality. “From what I was able to gather, anyway. I liked Tara.”

She had to control herself from squealing in the manner of a fan girl. It was meant in a friendly manner, but he still said it. And that was more than enough for her. However, she did her best to control her elated spirits and remained calm, her face deadpan as she continued staring up at Colton.

“Yeah, she was okay,” she commented, glimpsing back down at the tombstone.

“I feel guilty for what happened,” Colton finally admitted after a prolonged moment of silence. Tara’s head snapped up, staring with widened eyes at the teenager by her side. His head was hung, avoiding eye contact with her by using his bangs as a shield. This statement caught her completely off guard, puzzling her at the same time. “It feels like it’s my fault that she died.”

“That’s not true!” Tara suddenly exclaimed, causing Colton to jump from surprise as he gawked down at the male body of his best friend. She realized her sudden outburst and quickly calmed herself down. “I-I mean, you shouldn’t think like that.” The brunette returned her eyes to the tombstone, her engraved name glaring back at her in capital letters, as she went on to say, “I’m positive Tara doesn’t blame you at all. I’m absolutely certain if she were here right now, she would tell you it wasn’t your fault and that you shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened to her.” She smiled to herself, somewhat proud that she was trying to cheer the object of her affection up. Hopefully, her words would, anyway.

However, Colton frowned down at the brunette figure. Clenching his hands into tight fists, he snapped angrily, “What gives you the right to say that? You have no idea what Tara would say! You shouldn’t speak for her when you have no idea what she would say or how she would feel, especially since she’s dead!”

Tara stumbled back, alarmed by Colton’s sudden irritation. The last thing she wanted to see again was his angered side. She had hoped she left that memory behind in the hotel at the beach. Yet, there it was again before her in the cemetery. The girl sent Colton an uneasy look, taking another step back when she felt herself intimidated by his annoyance.

But, I’m not speaking for a dead person! I’m speaking for myself, Colton!

Of course, she couldn’t tell him that. This would only cause her more problems if she even so much as brought it up. Her only solution was to apologize for trying to cheer the ebony-haired boy up in the first place.

“I… I’m…” Tommy’s voice cracked when Tara tried to speak up, her eyes still widened from frightened surprise.

The anger in Colton’s green eyes dissipated, replaced by apologetic regret. Sighing heavily, he ran his hand through his black hair and turned back to the girl’s grave. Silence fell over the grave as the two remain staring at it in silence, Tara’s head hung low so as to avoid making eye contact with Colton.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to blow up.”

“…It’s okay.” Her voice was almost a whisper, barely audible.

“It just really feels like my fault, you know.” Colton’s voice had also grown quiet. There was another cold breeze, the gentle wind blowing through the leaves of the trees. Above, the once thin wisps of clouds now grew thick and clustered together. “I should have done something. Then, maybe…”

He looked back up in surprise when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Colton gawked down at Tara, who was smiling warmly up at him.

“I know you told me not to speak for dead people,” she said quietly, maintaining the sincere smile on her face, “but believe me. It wasn’t your fault. And Tara would never blame you.” Tara removed her hand, casting her eyes back over to her own headstone. Colton remained quiet this time rather than blowing up on her, surprise vivid in his face. With her expression turning somber and her eyes glued to her tombstone, she murmured, “We were all just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Colton kept his surprised gaze on Tara before slowly returning it to the girl’s grave. The two grew quiet, neither attempting to exchange words. If anyone was supposed to feel guilty, Tara believed it was herself. She had no idea that Colton felt like this the entire time, hiding it perfectly from the others. What the girl believed was that she was the one to blame for causing everyone so much trouble. Causing Roxanne to feel lonely. Causing her original family to grieve. And now causing Colton to feel guilty. She, and she alone, was the only one to blame. These thoughts caused the guilt to begin settling in, and Tara inwardly groaned.

Colton interrupted her moment of guilt when he inquired, “You’re sure she doesn’t blame me?”

Tara glanced up at him, surprised by the sudden sound of his voice, only to be met with his forced smile. She blinked for a moment, trying to process his question. Finally, Tara smiled back at Colton and nodded. “I’m positive.”

Colton chuckled, his smile turning genuine. His posture straightened up as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets and went back to gazing at Tara’s grave. She also returned her smile to her own headstone when she felt something wet splash onto her face. The girl smacked Tommy’s face with the palm of her hand as a reaction, grunting upon doing so. Colton glimpsed down at her and began laughing, before flinching when a droplet of water hit him in the eye. The two craned their heads back and glanced up at the sky, staring with surprised looks at the grey clouds clumped together. It wasn’t a strong enough downpour to be called a storm, but it had definitely started drizzling down on them. Colton held his hand against his forehead in a lame attempt to shield his eyes from the drizzle.

“Let’s get out of here,” he shouted over the noise of the rain. “It’s getting late, anyway. We should get home.”

Tara’s expression converted quickly to a look of repulsed annoyance. “Yeah, if my parents stopped banging, anyway,” she muttered darkly to herself.

“What?” Colton called over the noise as the two hurried towards the small black gate nearby. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Nothing!”

Both teenagers hopped the fence, landing on the sidewalk on the opposite side with a splash. Tara stood in the middle of the puddle she landed in as Colton began ambling his way quickly down the sidewalk. A sudden idea popped into her head as she slowly glanced around at the puddles surrounding her on the ground. Craning her head back, she stared up at the sky as the drizzle continued to pour down around her. She smiled suddenly, remembering something she had wanted to do for a long time, but never got the chance to do so.

Colton was walking briskly down the sidewalk, desperate to get home and out of the drizzle. However, when he realized his supposed best friend was no longer behind him, the ebony-haired boy stopped in his tracks and whirled around. His green eyes widened in confused surprise at the sight he was met with upon turning around. In the short distance, he could see the figure of Tommy spinning around wildly with his arms held out to his side. Tommy’s head was craned back and his tongue stuck all the way out of his mouth, spinning around in a carefree manner as the brunet boy caught droplets of rain on his tongue.

“Tommy!” Colton called out to his friend as he rushed towards the girl inside the boy’s body. “What are you doing?”

“I’m catching rain on my tongue!” Tara giggled without even stopping to look at the boy. She kept her head craned back and stuck her tongue back out, trying to catch as many droplets as she could on her tongue. “I’ve never done this before!”

“What are you talking about?” Colton questioned reaching out and grabbing Tara by the wrist. She stumbled around a bit when the boy stopped her suddenly and began yanking her down the sidewalk. Colton dragged Tara behind him by the wrist as he said, “You’ve done this a thousand times before. Come on! We have to get home!”

Sitting idly in a tree that was growing right by the black gate in the cemetery, Ava watched as Colton dragged Tara down the sidewalk behind him by her wrist. The angel smiled to herself, watching quietly as the two hurried to make it out of the rain, Tara struggling to keep up with Colton without tripping over her own two feet. As Ava crossed her legs that were dangling over the side of the branch she was seated on, she snapped her fingers. A rolled up parchment of paper appeared in front of her, hovering in the air. Next to the words “Catch rain on tongue,” the empty box was checked off. Once the box was checked off, the parchment disappeared in a puff of smoke. She listened to the sound of the raining falling around her, breathing in the scent of the rainwater. Smiling happily to herself, Ava began humming contentedly as her legs swung back and forth, watching the figures of Tara and Colton growing smaller in the distance.

“One down,” the angel said aloud, reaching her hand out to catch the rain in her palm. “Keep up the work, Tara.”

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A/N –

Tara: Where HAVE you BEEN?

Little Miss Whatsherface: I know, I know. I’ve basically been dead on here. But I decided to update something, and this just happened to be it.

Ava: And this is what you give the readers? A filler?

Little Miss Whatsherface: Hey! This isn’t a filler. I wanted Tara to see her grave, and I also wanted to show a different part of Colton that hadn’t been seen before.

Tara: I thought it was decent, minus the kitchen-sex-part.

Little Miss Whatsherface: Just be grateful I even updated at all.

Ava: About time you did. Goodness, for a moment I thought we were all dead.

Little Miss Whatsherface: No, no, I’m still working on this story. In fact, I know what I’m doing for the next chapter. It’ll revolve around Rayne and Ava.

Ava: My hubby!

Tara: The boy doesn’t even like girls, Ava.

Ava: Does he like boooooys?

Rayne: For the last time, no I don’t.

Little Miss Whatsherface: Aaaanyway, if any of you are still reading this, please leave a review if you feel like. It’d be much appreciated.

Ava: Are you into bestiality?

Rayne: What the hell kind of question is THAT?