Date: Mon, 17 May 2010 10:59:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nan Valenzuela <phoenixlight@ymail.com>
Subject: Loving You 5

Disclaimer: Anything information, location, people, and other things to the
real world is just a coincidence. This is a male/male story so if you don't
like it, then why are you in the fifth chapter, huh? Shame on you.... So
Jake will be in this chapter, angry and kinda, well, jealous, hahaha. The
wheels are in motion, so it should rise in action in this story. BTW, any
guess on whom the mysterious character who talks to himself? Who could it
be? Is he new? Is he a she? Or is it.... a mystery?

There will be multiple POV's in this chapter, giving you a glimpse into of
all the main characters minds.

Loving You
Blah...

Nate's POV

"Dad, stop laughing at me," I frowned. Okay, so I might look a little
funny. The shirt was too big, so I looked like a little kid who took his
older brothers shirt. "Dad," I glared, and he stopped.

"Sorry, you just look adorable." There was definitely something wrong with
a dad calling his eighteen year old son adorable. If there wasn't, there
should be.

I left the kitchen and sat down on the couch after breakfast. I was
nervous. Not sure why really, but I still was. Mike had already outed us by
kissing me, and I was already outed, but still. Not to mention that Angie
shouting out that he was my boyfriend. Also, it turns out Angie stripped,
bound, and gagged the guy who called me a fag. I hope my underwear never
gets shoved down my throat. The position he was in wasn't pretty either,
ass stuck in the air with words written on his back. It said "enter here,
roughly," and an arrow pointing to his ass.

Angie was a fiery thing to cross. Something I wouldn't want to
forget. Mike's truck went into the driveway.

I got my notebook and waved to dad. I beat Mike to the door and surprised
him. "Hi." I smiled. I could really get used to seeing his face in the
morning. He gave me a smile and reached down and kissed me. In my mind I
was flying...

"You really look hot with my shirt on..." He took my hand and kissed
it. "Wanna skip school and spend the day together?" His hands where on my
hips and his mouth was on my neck.

How could I say no? Somehow I found the will to actually say no. "Sorry..."
He nipped just below my ear. "Got a test today..." Damn Japanese class...

"Okay..." He purred right next to my ear. "Let's go."

I wanted to kill the guy who was holding my hand. Everyone, and I do mean
everyone, was staring at us. When I looked up, Mike had this really big
grin on his face. Some of the football players walked towards us and
slapped Mike's hand. I glared at them when they rubbed my head. It was
obviously ineffective since they chuckled.

They talked for a bit about football and, with me being me, I ignored
it. How could I not? Whenever I tried to listen I was confused over plays
and procedures. They left after a few minute, hitting Mike's shoulder and
rubbing my head again.

"You know, when you glare or pout at anyone you just make yourself look
cuter?" He gave me his killer grin and I blushed. Each smile he gave me
made me feel warm inside. Something I hadn't felt in awhile was
growing.... again.

He led me to class but he put me next to the wall. "What do you want to eat
for lunch? Fourth period, for me, is getting out early so I can go out and
get you something..." His face was close to mine and I wanted it closer.

"You don-"

He put his thumb over my lips. Not what I wanted. "Remember, I do things
even if I don't have to..." He rubbed my lip with his thumb. "So what do
you want?"

"Chinese?" Something I hadn't had in awhile. Not too expensive, compared to
our date. I smiled, first date.

"Sure," He leaned down and kissed me. "I'll take what you want later." He
played with my hair and left, giving me a wave.

??? POV

That son of a bitch!

Doing that in school and in front of me, the bastard.... I gripped the ball
in my hand until it popped. Some people looked at me and backed
away. Murderous waves where coming off me.

"Dude, what the hell did you do with the ball?" I felt his hand on my
shoulder. I was only friends with this prick because he let me get close to
him. Not that we were much of friends either. I knew for a fact he hated me
for a reason that I couldn't really comprehend.

Him...

I shook the hand from my shoulder and started walking. "You owe me another
ball...."

Chris POV.

That bastard. Ignoring me and busting up my ball.... Crazy mother
fucker... Anyway I couldn't go after him seeing as class was going to start
soon.

"Chris!" Mary ran to me from somewhere behind me and grabbed my hand. "I
have to talk to you about something...." The way she spoke made me
shiver. There was only one reason why she had ever had that tone and I
never liked the reason.

"I love.... you...."

I shook my head. It was too late now. No need to remember those
words. Hell, he forgot those words.

"I want to break up with you..." I froze, could I have heard right? She
turned and faced me. Her face was stern and serious. "I've been thinking
things over and I find myself..."

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "You don't mean
that right?" I chuckled but stopped midway. She didn't even crack a
smile. She wasn't kidding. "But I love you..." I really did. I mean do.

"I know you do, but you know better than I do that something is getting in
our way," She couldn't mean... She would not want to separate from Nate
would she? She wouldn't be that cruel. "Stop! I know what you're thinking,
and that's not what I mean."

Damn her. She knew how to read my mind sometimes. Yet it was a relief
knowing she didn't think that way. "What could get in our way?"

"You still love-"

"You," I kissed her but she didn't kiss back. It was an empty kiss. Just
like the other times... he still didn't know why it lacked heat. They used
to be full of heat, but now...

She pushed me and slapped my face. Not hard but it still stung. "Don't do
that when I'm talking..." She stared at me. She took a deep breath. "I love
you too... but not that way," I could hear the word she didn't say,
anymore.

I let my hands fall from her shoulders and stared at the floor. The bell
rang, but we didn't move. I knew it was going to happen but not so
soon. "Why now?" They could have continued the little charade at least for
a little longer.

"It's our last year and we need to grow up a little..." Me... Not her. "We
can't kid ourselves any longer. Angie let me see that. It may not seem so
right now, but if we keep going we are going to hurt each other." She
paused and put her hand on my shoulder. "You still have a chance. Even
though it may not seem like it. Show that your there and you are
waiting. You have been for awhile." Over five years.

"You know I can't." I made sure I didn't. Put obstacles so I wouldn't feel
tempted. Hell... it made me more tempted.

"You can..." She gave me a hug. "Just have to give him a chance to see that
you will...."

"He has someone...." Another obstacle... I was a manipulator. Even though,
on the inside, I wanted to kill my best friend. He could give him something
that I couldn't before. Before...

"I know... but you have to let him know that you are there... waiting just
in case something happens."

My heart was aching. My chest was tight. My head was spinning. My soul was
empty. All because of...

You.

Angie POV.

Wow, he actually wore the shirt. He looked so adorable. I could just pinch
his cheeks and call him adorable. "Hey lover," I said when he sat down next
to me. He blushed and glared. It was soo cute. Mary was right, mention any
words related to sex, or sex itself, and Nate blushed.

"Don't call me that," He put his binder on the table and sat down.

"Why, because you lover will get mad?" I smiled as he blushed darker. Okay
I was having fun at his expense. But could you blame me? He was just so
adorable and cute.

Nate mumbled something and let his hair cover his face. He was going into
his little bubble, like I was going to let that happen. "Zack told me to
tell you hi."

He turned and moved his hair from his face. "Really? I miss him."

Zack was trying to woo the foreign exchange student, so he really didn't
talk to anyone at the moment. Said it was getting in the way of getting
some action. Walking erection. "Yeah. After school we can talk to him
before he goes to the swim team meeting."


His face light up. I smiled. Nate likes having more friends. Sure, three of
them wanted to jump his bone, but none the less, they are friends. Zack and
my friends were starting to be his friends. Chris and Mary's friends were
trying to be friendlier to him.

All he needed was a push and all of a sudden, he was a social butterfly,
once he passed the shy boy stage. Mary told me that he was popular in
middle school. I wonder why not anymore... When I asked Mary why, she
switched the subject every time I brought it up.

At least he was breaking out of his shell. For that, I was happy. Hopefully
he wouldn't stop his progress.

Progress? I frowned. It made it sound like Nate was a project. Definitely
not.

"Is something wrong?" His head slanted slightly and he just increased his
cuteness. You could just eat him up.

"No I was just thinking about something," I looked up at the board. Maybe I
should tell him about me starting a GSA club...

Nate POV

People are strange creatures. Very strange. First they treat me like I'm
invisible now they're asking all sorts of questions. What's your favorite
color, band, and animal? What type of sports I'm into. I nearly choked on
air with that one; everyone knew I had a distaste for sports, I
thought. What do I like to watch on TV or my favorite movie? Yadda yadda
yadda.

Anyway, it was nice. It was happening since I met Angie and Zack. Roger,
Kat, Jamie, Tyler, and Susan were one of the many people who I found
talking to me more, even without Angie or Zack present. I never asked them
the questions that kept floating in my head. Why? Why are you talking to me
now?

Somewhere in my mind, I answered myself, because you didn't let them. I
shook my head. Classes were more enjoyable now. People started talking to
me and I started sitting in front for my first periods. Maybe wearing this
shirt gave me courage? Anyway, why am I thinking of the past few weeks when
it's now, not then?

My cell phone vibrated. Weird, it never did that this time of day. Mrs. Hei
was checking my test. Her face was straight and didn't show me if I did
well or not. Yes. Make me feel self conscious. I took some bravery and
checked my cell. A text message.

Mike: Wat do u want to eat?

I looked up and Mrs. Hei was still checking my work. So I decided to be a
little bad.

Nate: u don't have to u know?

Mike: Remember wat I said? Now tell me...

Nate: Orange chicken and beef broccoli...

Mike: Got it... Lemonade?

Nate: Yea

Mike: Anything else?

Nate: Remember never forget the egg rolls!!!

Mike: Don't worry ill get you an egg roll. I'll make sure it's BIG!!!

I blushed and turned off my cell. I walked into that one. I shoved my cell
phone into my pocket and started reading over the chapter.

Mrs. Hei stood up and I looked over at her and she spoke in Japanese. "So
how has your day been going?"

"Fine, sensei. How has your day been going?" I spoke back, trying to not
slaughter the language.

"Fine but..." She lifted up my test, "this has just made my day."

She was impressed at how many questions I got right, more so the fact how
my essay was written. I blushed. She told me she was going to start
training me for the AP test. Hopefully getting me credits for college so I
could bypass the introductory classes. College, a thing that was slowly
approaching.

When I got into class, I found myself running into a chest. Hands went
around my waist and a head was on top of mine. "Hello there sexy..." Mike
squeezed me and took my hand into his. "That was not nice of you, trying to
ignore my messages."

I blushed and snuggled into his chest. "Can we go to lunch now?" He
chuckled and we started walking to the lunch tables.

"I'll go get the food, you stay there and look pretty," I sat down and
glared at him. "Yeah, stay like that." He kissed my forehead and started
running to the parking lot.

Angie sat down next to me and we started talking about nothing in
particular. The rest of our group started sitting down. Each of them rubbed
my head and told me how cute I looked with Mike's jersey.

"Hey, where are Mary and Chris?" I looked around the area and no sign of
them. Usually they were the first there or soon after.

Ginger one of the cheerleaders spoke, "I'm not sure. I saw Mary this
morning, but she wasn't in class..."

Everyone got silent. "Chris gave me a ride so he should be here also..."
Trevor thought for a second and got a weird grin on his face. "Hey! Maybe
they are doing something." He wiggled his eyebrows a few people said
probably or maybe.

For some reason I felt something weird in my tummy. I shook it off. It
happened every so often when it involved Chris.

"I.... love.... you.... I need you...."

I shook my head. What the hell was that? I put my hand to my forehead.

"Where am I?" Fear.

My head started hurting. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, but I
ignored it.

"Please.... someone...." Sadness.

"Nate, baby, are you okay?" Mike's face was just a few inches from mine. A
worried look was plastered on his face.

I nodded. It was just like my dreams, but I'm awake. Weird. It never
happened before. "Just a headache." I looked around and everyone was
looking at me worried. "I'm fine, just need something in me."

It took exactly ten seconds before everyone started laughing and I
blushed. Today was not my day.

Mike gave me a grin. "Okay. Don't worry, the egg roll will be in you soon
enough." The table was laughing as I pushed him away from me and blushed
red. He put the food in front of me and opened it. "Let's dig in, babe."

??? POV

That sneaky bastard. I punch the wall and grimaced, damn fucking rock
wall. It should be me there. Making them all laugh. Me with you. All of
them being my friends.

"Dude, what are you doing, come on! We need to practice!" I nodded and
turned away from them, cursing under my breath. I will get you....

Mary POV

I was sitting on top of Chris car, waiting. We skipped school for the
purpose of letting us take a little breather. No school. No people. No
interruptions.

I jump off from the hood and started walking to the lake. Chris said he
wanted five minutes to himself. I gave him ten so it should be fine, right?
Chris was sitting below a tree staring into the lake.

"I love him." He said as I approached.

"I know." I did a little twirl as I sat on the grass crossing my legs. I
didn't say anything, just stared at the water. It was our special
place. Nate found in our... seventh year. I pushed the thoughts flooding my
mind behind me. It was always empty but it was beautiful. Ducks in the
water, birds chirping, squirrels in trees, grass was free from garbage and
clear water. It was untouched by man, aside from us.

"I thought if I gave him up, I would be better." His knees where close to
his chest, hands over them with his head in between. "I had him once, you
know?"

"Yeah I know..." I smiled it was a cute story, little five year olds being
boyfriends.

"We would have continued if I didn't have my old friends..." His voice was
filled with bitterness. I wanted to give him my hand to hold but I was in
no position to give comfort. "When I broke up with him, I made him
cry... Something I never wanted to do... I told myself then I wasn't going
to make him cry again and yet...."

I kept my mouth shut. I knew the story. Yet, letting him vent gave him some
closure, I hope.

"I hurt him more than any friend should.... Much less a...." Chris stopped
for a second and I heard him stand. "Hell, I was being unfair to you for
dragging you into a pointless relationship."

"Not really," It wasn't. "You kept some bastards off me and you were my
first love." He was. "You needed me but now I know that I was keeping you
from healing." Thank you Angie, for opening my eyes.

"Even if I used you... you..." He couldn't finish.

"I let myself be used," Just because I loved you, then. "Just for something
that seems so far away." I stood up and walked over to him. He looked at
me. "But we are still friends right?"

"No..." I was confused. "Family." He gave me a grin and hugged me.

One love died.... long ago but one still survived. I was content.

Nate POV

The rest of the day went pretty quick. I was sitting in the passenger's
side of Mike's truck, Angie was in the back. I invited her over to just
hang out for a while. Mike was going to stay over also, wanting to spend as
much time with me as possible. Angie was talking on her cell with somebody,
I didn't ask since it was not polite. Mike was listening to the news, sport
scores and what not... eww...

When we reached the house, I jumped out of the truck and ran to the door. I
wanted to see my puppy. Both Angie and Mike laughed at me for being
impatient.

"Hey Nate, can I ask you something?" She made sure Mike wasn't in hearing
range when we entered the house and I was attacked by Rex.

I nodded.

"Can Jake come over? He wants to see you..." She had a frown on her face,
cell phone still in hand.

"Sure he can. He is my friend and I hadn't seen him in awhile." What could
go wrong? He was my friend.

We did our homework and started watching TV. Rex was currently outside in
the back yard doing his 'business'. I changed out of the Jersey and was
wearing a light blue T shirt. For some reason, when I offered to wash the
jersey Mike told me no. He said it had my vibe and smell, weird.  When the
doorbell rang, I got up and walked towards it.

I opened it, meeting face to face with Jake, who didn't seem happy. "Hi
Jake." I smiled at him and let him enter the house.

"Hey Nate, sorry I haven't seen you lately, something had come up..." He
looked over to the side and clenched his fist. He reached his hand and
touched my face. He gave a deep breath.

"It's okay. You're here now, right?" I looked at his confused face. "Like,
better late than never...."

He smiled and nodded. I motioned for him to follow me. Going into the
living room, Jake looked around. Locking with Mike's gaze, I felt the
temperature go low, really low. They had their staring contest until Angie
coughed, which broke their contest. Weirder.

"Hey Angie..." Jake waved to his cousin and sat down on the couch, ignoring
Mike's presence.

"Hey, Jakey, how have you been?" What kind of question is that? Wasn't she
just talking to him? She gave him a smile but she sensed the tension.

Which, I didn't really understand. When I reached Mike, he took my hand and
made me sit down on his lap and pressed my head against chest. Jake
noticeably tensed, his hands were clenched. Mike kissed my head and Jake's
mouth twitched.

Whatever was happening, I didn't understand.

"Umm....." Angie spoke but shut her mouth for a second. "Anyone hungry?"
She looked around but no one said anything. "Guys?"

"Sure..." I tried to get away from Mike but he pressed me tighter. "Mike
can you let me go...."

Mike let me go, but as soon as I stood, he took my face and brought it to
his. The kiss was gentle but rough. It was different but kind
of... hot. When he let me go, I noticed he had a smirk on his face,
definitely hot.

When I looked to Angie, I caught Jake's face and took a step back. His face
was mad, not just mad, it was furious. Angie got up and we made our way to
the kitchen. We both wanted to get away from the tension, which I was still
confused.

"That was awkward..." I reached into the fridge and started taking things
out for sandwiches.

Angie took out a knife and cutting board. "Yeah...." She was silent. She
started cutting the vegetables. "Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have Jake
here." She stopped cutting for a second and continued.

"What do you mean? Jake is my friend so he can come over when he wants..."
I started fixing the sandwiches.

She gave a sigh, "You're blind aren't you?" It wasn't a question. It was
more of a fact that I was becoming aware of. "He doesn't wanna be your
friend."

"Who-"

There was a loud crash in the living room, we turned to each other with
confused faces and we both ran towards it. Jake was on top of Mike punching
his face. Mike flipped and started punching back in the gut and face. The
armchair Jake was sitting on was on its back and the coffee table was
destroyed into little pieces.

I was stunned. Angie was saying something but it didn't register.

Jake shoved Mike off and stood, followed by Mike. Mike tried to punch Jake,
but it was sideswiped. Jake took the chance and slammed Mike into the wall
but was kicked in the chest and flipped over the couch. There was a dent in
the wall where Mike was slammed. Jake did a little flip and punched the
wall where Mike had been a second ago.

The fist went through the wall. Taking a shot, Mike sucker punched
him. Quickly recovering, Jake pushed Mike and they started hitting each
other again.

They were both starting to bleed, and I could hear a little sobbing.

"STOP!" I shouted and they ignored me. Remembering the pressure points Sam
taught me, I walked over to the fighting boys. I dug my fingers into Mikes
shoulder with and brought him into the ground, doing the same with
Jake. Both let go of each other's necks and took a deep breath.

Angie was speechless. Her mouth and eyes were wide as she looked at me. She
had tears in her eyes.

"What the hell was that?" I put my hands on my hips and glared at both of
them.

Both of them looked at me and turned and glared at each other. "That
fucking dick-"

"Who you calling dick, ass wipe?"

"You mother fucker!"

"SHUT UP!" They both stopped arguing and stared at me
again. Surprised. "Stay there and behave." I turned around and faced Angie,
who was in a form of shock. "Angie can you go to the bathroom and get the
first aid kit?"

She stood there for a second and went in search of the first aid kit. We
were all silent. I felt like crying. Never had I yelled at anyone or put my
hand on anyone either. My hands were clenched, something that almost never
happened. Aside from anger, I was scared.

But I don't know why.

"Here...." Angie handed me the kit and stayed silent. The tension on the
room had dispersed, but it still lingered.

Thankfully, volunteering in the nurse's office had paid off. Neither of
them was going to get black eyes, somehow. They were going to have small
bruises on their face and on their chests. I blushed when they took off
their shirts. I had a feeling they wanted to one up each other. They both
had a hair in there chest, Jake more than Mike. Both were defined by the
sport they played, wrestling and football. I was drooling in my mouth.

Two hot guys were in the room, and I was able to touch them. I felt a
little guilty about looking at Jake, but I pushed it to the side. After
deeming them done, they put back their shirts on, covering their hot
bodies. I chastised myself, I was keeping my hormones under control, but
now...

We cleaned up the mess, I was trying to find a way to tell dad about the
wall and his coffee table.

"What did you do to us?" Mike sat down on the sofa when we finished. Jake
was sitting next to Angie, who was intrigued.

"Pressure point. It's a spot in the body were you press to incapacitate a
person," Sam taught me as a way not to fight. Seeing as I didn't want to
fight, Sam made it his sole mission to teach me the points.

Jake shook his head and head a grin on his face. "Nice thing to know, that
hurt..." He rubbed his shoulder and everyone laughed, except me.

"Why did you guys fight?" I crossed my arms still standing.

They all went silent and I felt I was missing something. Again. I was blind
wasn't I?

"Don't worry Nate..." Mike looked at me then to Jake. "We won't do it again
but..." They looked at each other again. The tension was rising again.

"Hey Nate, I'm home!" Dad yelled out as he made his way into the house. "Oh
here you are...." Dad dropped his suitcase on the floor and gave me a
hug. When he looked around the room he smiled and it faded.

Mike and Jake each blushed and Angie was smiling. That girl had a weird
taste in humor.

"Dad, there was a lit-"

Dad cut me off. "Don't wanna hear it," He pointed at the guys. "Chances are
you guys messed up the living room so you have to fix it." He walked passed
me and looked at the TV making sure it was okay... Yes Dad, check the TV
and not ask me if I'm okay....

"Jake we should go..." Angie stood up and stretched out a
little. "Mr. Valentine, I'm sure Jakey and Mikey would pay you for the
coffee table and the wall." She looked over at them, they each nodded.

She gave me a hug and took Jake's hand before he could say anything and
left. Dad was looking at the wall and I motioned for Mike to follow me.

When we got in front of the house, I noticed that Jake and Angie were
gone. Wow, they must have driven fast. I turned around and stared at
Mike. "Why did you guys fight?"

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled. "I was hoping you weren't going
to ask."

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"He said something to me and I got a little mad." He came to me and wrapped
his arms around my waist.

"Like what?" It was not fair, just being around him made me fly. So not
fair. My anger toward him disappeared. Just like Chris and Greg did, but
Mike made me feel safe, unlike Chris.

"Nothing that needs to be said again." He tensed, but if faded quickly. He
kissed my cheek and leaned against the door with me on his chest. So warm.

I was still flying in my mind. I gripped his shirt and snuggled against
him. I would have worried about what the neighbors would think but, screw
them. I wanted this, him.

"This feels nice," He rubbed my back. "That ass-" I poked him in the
chest. "I mean, Jake just needs to know them you are mine and only mine."
He squeezed harder and kissed my neck.

"So, I'm only yours now huh?" I liked the sound of that.

"If I'm yours only," I smiled, that sounded even better. He looked at my
face, searching, I leaned up and kissed him.  When I let him go he smiled,
damn the hot smile. "I'll take that as a yes."

We sat down on the steps with me between his legs and my head under his,
just staring at the neighborhood. Occasionally, he kissed the back of my
neck and played with my hand in his hand. I felt small compared to him, and
we fit like a glove to a hand. Oh.

I frowned. He completely manipulated the situation from me being angry over
the fight into cuddling. But I was to content to care over the little
details, at least for now.

"So, wanna kiss it and make me feel better." I blushed and hit him gently
with my elbow. We laughed and cuddled closer together, if possible.

Everything was starting to fall into place. Having a boyfriend, having
friends, and starting to feel normal. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling
something was going to go wrong.... But hopefully the thing growing in my
heart would help me through whatever got in my way. Could it be love? Only
for you?

Greg POV

"So, going to see your little sister?" Paul was typing his paper, so he
didn't see the pillow I tossed. It smacked him on the head. "What the hell
was that?"

"Don't call him that!" I growled. No
. One. Ever. Makes. Fun. Of. My. Little. Brother. He should know that.

"Sorry, but after that photo," He chuckled and tossed me back my
pillow. "Can I get your brothers cell number? I can show him some fun." He
wiggled his eyebrow and I smacked him with the pillow so hard that he fell
of the chair and on the floor.

"You are lucky that I have a plane to catch, or you would be in a coma,"
Paul was really lucky. No one could touch his little brother.

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Mwuahahahaha.... Ugh I'm such a romantic. Next chapter, the mysterious
person starts his plan. Jake announces his feelings, Mike gets curious and
Chris starts forgiving. Greg is coming!!! Mom is coming also. Dad on the
other hand tries to mend the past as the others want to forget or already
have. Finally, Rex.... is Rex...

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