Nice Night

[ßlue]

<sub>White hair was ruffled by a faint breeze, the smell of his lavender shampoo being brought to his nose. Mmmm, he liked the smell of flowers, and the good thing about fairy women is they always seemed to smell like flowers. But of course he hadn't had sex in two weeks and it was driving him insane. He felt like an animal, everytime he even saw a woman he nearly whimpered, and of course it seemed like NOT sleeping around with the fae's had just encouraged them and they hit on him mercilessly. They would bump into him and giggle in a way he knew all too well and he could smell their hair and it was soooo tempting. He was almost sure Grench had told them too, or maybe his lust was making him paranoid. He was loosing his mind. He still refused to touch himself and sometimes it was hard to get it down. He'd seen something on TV once where humans thought of baseball and things that turned them off. He'd tried it but for some reason he'd just end up thinking of something bad. This was all Grench's fault. His black eyes stared out the window of an empty hallway, yes, he had to admit it. He was hiding form the wimminz.

"Fauk, I wish this was easier. I mean, it's not like I don't want to have sex or anything, I would! Really! But.. I don't want her to find out and get mad at me again. Or hurt... BUT THIS WAS ALL HER FAULT! Damn her... Why does she have to be so difficult?"

He sighed, leaning against the windowsill and taking in the scent of the dark night, the moon shining down on him in pity. He almost felt it whispering 'poor idiot...' He glared out at the night. Damn, why the hell was he doing this again? Because she would never let him live it down and he refused to loose this bet. But she was the only one he wanted, he had lost interest in the other girls. He didn't even know how that was possible. Just because they turned him on didn't mean he wasn't interested. He was only human after all. Or should he say: he was just a male after all...</sub>

[raihnstar]

Yeah. So she hadn't slept again. Big deal. Grench had only slept three nights of this week and that was because she'd overworked herself, falling asleep at her desk with important papers underneath her, getting covered in drool. I mean-- it was nothing magic couldn't fix but still! The Queen had found her that way and Grench still felt humiliated. So Kassidy had ordered her to take a week off but Grench had refused! How was she supposed to distract herself?! Loki was usually around but he was being a thingywad about this whole thing with his pathetic 'omg i cant b wiv u'. So Grench was working even later, and felt like crying right now. Being this tired always made her feel like crying. Crying because she really just couldn't sleep. She had layed in bed for hours before giving it up as a lost cause and getting up to work again. She'd cried then, too. And now, because her muscles were aching and because this damn chest she was carrying was heavy and she was too tired to use her magic!

It made her feel so freaking helpless. Poooor little Grench can't take care of her own problem... Poor baby. Fuck that! She was old enough to deal with things...or...not deal with things. Whichever she so chose. On top of all of this-- she couldn't get that damn perfect white ass out of her mind. Every time she'd felt like fooling around she'd scan another man's ass and so far there were only two that were better than his-- Dax's and her own.

Not that she'd ever tell that to the kings face but--

Grench crashed. The chest went flying out of her hands scattering bits of sand everywhere, which soon blew away with the wind. "Sh--shit! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE IN MY WAY?!" she shouted at the man she'd crashed into and turned away without really looking at who it was. She closed her eyes and tried to cast a summoning spell-- only to find that she couldn't. Too tired. Too f**k**g tired. "G...God damnit I can't even cast a freaking..." Was she crying?!

DAMN IT SHE WAS NOT CRYING. Grench hastily whiped the tear away and sighed, turning to the fairy. "Look, could you help me cast a summ--" ...That wasn't a fairy. That was Loki. "Oh...it's you

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki sighed again, grumbling to himself. He didn't even hear the person coming down the hall till finally they ran into him, a chest being toppled and sand spilling everywhere. He was confused, panicking for a second because he though the wimminz had found him. But of course shock covered him for a second as his eyes fell upon Grench. He'd recognized her voice the second he heard it yelling at him but he couldn't bring himself to smile. He held himself in place, refusing his first instints which were to go to her and pin her against the wall and and and... ahhhhh. He felt his blood rush, unable to understand what she was saying. He was snapped out of his animal lust by the moonlight shining off her face. Tears?!?! Were those tears?! What had he done now? His heart did such a terrifying squeeze that he wanted to cling to her to keep from dying. He watched her, seeing her finally realize it was him. He waved his hand absentmindedly as the sand all swirled back into the chest. What the hell was she doing with a chest of sand?

"Hello to you too..."

He stuck his hands in his sweater pockets. He was dressed like a regular human, which here always made him look exotic somehow. Fairies didn't see a lot of the cool human clothes. He was wearing zebra striped pants and a simple black sweater with a white heart on his left breast. It had a small black crack running down it, and he'd liked it right away. Under that a simple white T-shirt shown through. He was also wearing a silver chain around his neck, but whatever was on the chain dipped under his white shirt. He wasn't wearing socks, but he was liking the cool floor on his feet. His eyes scanned her up and down. She had looked tired, but as soon as she realized who he was she'd gone on alert and defensive. She still looked so damn hot! He felt his face flush as his gaze turned hard at her. It was kind of a scary look, as if he wanted something dark from her but he was refraining. There was another small breeze and he could smell her, the soft flowery fragrance. Dear God. His tongue ran across his top lip for a second.

"Hey... I din't get to ask before, but what counts as flirting?"</sub>

[raihnstar]

She glanced tiredly at the box as it filled up with the sand it had lost and shut it carefully, sighing, "...Thanks." she muttered awkwardly, and didn't get up. She was tired. The room was almost spinning she was so tired. Everything was a little unreal and it was simmilar to being drunk, except it was like being drunk and hung over at the same time. Loss of judgement and you felt like shit. "Huh?" she asked stupidly, and then the question reached her brain. Grench blinked. "Oh...well...uh, anything you do which has the overall aim of getting into my...skirt." She giggled spazztically, feeling increadibly slap happy and giddy all of a sudden. Then tired and serious again just as quickly. "Look, I know you've vowed to have your chastity belt tightened, and you don't want to like-- see me, but could you p-please help me--" Crying again. Fuck. Grench rubbed her hand over her face to hide it, knowing that if she really started crying now she wouldn't be able to stop. She took a deep breath.

"If you could please help me get this sand to the treasury I'd really appreciate it." she managed to say, even though her words were slurred. He made her sleepy-- or...not sleepy, she just felt relaxed around him. Which was really stupid since the whole point of this contest was not-- not to--- Grench yawned hugely. "And if it doesn't rile your fockin' hormones too much if yeh could let me lean on yer shoulder'd be nice too."

Grench slipped into her country accent without realizing, her eyes drooping. Sand. Why was she taking sand to the treasury? Because it was sleeping sand. That was why. This had nothing to do with Loki. This was another one of his tricks to-- to-- She yawned again. Okay. That was an irrational thought. It wasn't sleeping dust. Man what was wrong with her? "Yeah. Let's go now. Now now." she muttered, heaving herself up.

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki watched her. She was really excruciatingly tired. He told him hormones to calm down as she went on, asking if he could take the sand to the treasury and if she could lean on him. She started getting up and he smiled, tugging at her hand so she came up smoothly and he pulled her into his chest. He smiled at her, that same sneeky undertone to him. His hand held one of her own, his other wrapped lightly around her waist so if she pulled away she could slide free easily. He looked down into her eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"Soooo, am I to understand that it is anything I do that has the ultimate intention of getting into your... skirt. So if I did something and didn't want in your pants, it wouldn't be flirting. For example..."

His hand that had been on hers went up smoothly, taking her chin and tilting her head up, his eyes tracing her lips as his head bowed and let his own caress them softly. It was a nice simple kiss, just a teasing test, asking, wondering. It didn't hold a lot of passion, but it was sweet and easy to push away from, something light like a butterfly's wings brushing her skin. He pulled up again, pushing the lust from his eyes as he watched her.

"So if I didn't want in your skirt, that would be fine right?"

He smile, but somehow it didn't seem as mischievous, it actually looked... like... a smile. No ulterior motives, just a smile after you've done something you liked and thought it was nice. He back away from her for a moment and swooped down, picking up the chest before standing next to her, nudging her on.

"Okay now why are we taking this box of sand to the treasury...and... where is the treasury?"

He smiled at her, seeming maybe normal for once, and like he hadn't just kissed her. Actually he'd just kissed her and pretty much asked if it meant anything. She had specifically told him it was anything he did that would try to get into her skirt. Well, if he kissed her without the intention of getting into her skirt. That was fine. He could work with that. See? Pixies wern't all bad! They could find loopholes in a diamond. ^_^</sub>

[raihnstar]

Grench stared at Loki sleepily, barely moved when he closed in and kissed her, and then barely registered it when it was over. "Uh." she mumbled, leaning into his arm for support. "I guess that makes sense." she mumbled, "But if I were more awake I would probably slap you, and cry in my r-room for an hour. So you're lucky." She started to move when he got the chest, and stopped when the room swum around her eyes. "Okay. This isn't working." she muttered, "Take that to the Queen's room and then come back, okay? You can teleport yourself, okay? Okay. Haha. Teleport sounds like television!" Grench burst into laughter that dried up.

When he'd come back she was moving nervously from one foot to the other, pondering what had just happened. Okay. They had kissed. Wait. What? Kissed? That didn't make sense. Kisses were supposed to be concensual! And special! And she was supposed to have remembered doing it! DAMNIT. Then he was back and she suddenly felt incredibly tired again, her arms like lead. "Do ya ken where my rooms be? Take me there cause I'm tired." Her words slurred into one another and she wanted to cry all over again. Being this tired was not fun. "Look-- Look I know-- I know that you like me, okay! I know that! Could you not-- y'know-- take advantage of the fact that I'm too tired to react like I normally would? Please? I'm so tired and the Queen is busy and I havn't slept for the past week!" Her voice wavered dangerously and she covered her face, shielding him from her humilation.

Had he taken advantage of her? really? She hadn't exactly protested...but she was too tired, and too sleepy to think about these things. "Please could you not-- be a thingy, just this once? I p-probably won't even remember this I'm so freaking tired and my emotions are everywhere and I might do something stupid or say something I wouldn't normally say like-- like that I'm allergic to chocolate and my face gets all red, or like that i like you a lot but I'm so scared to let you in, or like that when I sleep I see my mom dying sometimes and it's been worse this week and I just want to sleep." Her green eyes pleaded with him and filled with tears as she leaned on him again.

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki nodded, sighing as he zipped off down the hall and to the Queen's room. Why she even needed a big ass box of sand he didn't know, but he flew back without complaining and when he saw Grench still there looking like she was thinking hard, he smiled, knowing what was on her mind. He stopped flying, walking the last few yards up to her to see she finally noticed his return. She started talking and he couldn't help but want to kiss her again, over and over and over again. She was starting to murmer on and on and his eyes opened a fraction in surprise as she said she really liked him and he felt his heart ache when she said she saw her mother die. He went to her, wrapping his arms around her as she fell against him. She was just leaning on him, but he let his arms wrap around her and he sighed, letting them both vanish in black light with swirling white flakes like glowing snow. They reappeared in a dark room, Grench's. It was a mess in here form papers and things and he sighed. She couldn't sleep in a place like this, he wouldn't allow it. He'd take her to his room and she could sleep there for the night. He'd sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. He grumbled to himself mentally, again they disappeared and reappeared and he picked her up, scooping her legs out form under her and carrying her to his bed. He looked at her, smiling. She was so tired. He took her chin again and kissed her again, letting his lips travel along her mouth, his hand reaching back to cradle her head as he deepened the kiss just slightly, trying to hold back. When he let his mouth release hers he went to her ear, his words breathing against her skin.

"Well, just so you know... I like you too. but I still won't loose..."

He kissed along her neck, knowing she was pretty much near unconscious and wishing she were awake and acted like this more often. His kisses nibbled awya at her neck, going up to place the last one on her earlobe as he against whispered to her.

"Now go to sleep... I'll watch over you..."

He smiled, laying her down on the bed and flinging the blankets over her. He stood, looking down and watching the moonlight play across her face, in her sleepy eyes as he stepped back, not allowing himself to do all the things he'd like to do. He hoped she didn't remember this in the morning, this embarrassing scene for him. He walked to the foot of he bed, sitting down and leaning against the bed. If he heard her having nightmares he'd wake her up or something, but he didn't know what to expect exactly...</sub>

((XD you should have her have a nightmare and then he goes up to the bed and sleeps next to her on top of the covers and when she wakes up he has his arm around her and she snuggles up to him like "ahhh Loki~♥..." then she's like "o`_O wiadda minute... LOKI!??!?!" XD))

[raihnstar]

Grench barely registered the last few kisses and by the time he was kissing her earlobe she was fast asleep, relaxed by his little attentions. It would be nice to say she slept dreamlessly, and awoke the next morning refreshed-- but as with all nights closest to her mother's death she slept badly. The woods were green. They were always green, here. But this day they were especially vivid. They ahd to be, Grench had stocked up on potions to make her senses sharper. Living on a border town wasn't easy, but at the end of the day, crushing a night fairy's skull was a good deal for being in danger. She used to think that, anyway. There was a nosie at her right and she fired an arrow, something at her left.

A man, running at her. Faster than she'd ever seen anybody run. Ever. Grench froze. Couldn't move. Then she was knocked aside, and although she hadn't seen this part, the dream made up for it. Her mother was cleaved in half. The blade made a dull thunking noise and then there was blood everywhere, seeping out and getting on everything. Splashing all that green with scarlet red. And she recognized the King, in the dream.

And in the dream, the king turned to her, and smiled.

Grench woke up in a cold sweat with something heavy on her. Ohmygod it was the King! He'd come to get her at last-- Rational thought returned in a rush and she saw that it was not the king, it was an arm. Loki's arm.... Well that was fine then. Grench wiggled down under the covers again and then froze. Lokis arm. Was attatched to Loki's body.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, blushing crimson and stumbling out of the bed, glad she was wearing real clothes. Her eyelids were still heavy with sleep, but her nerves were wired, "Who-- who let you in?! Is-- are you alright? What-- What are you doing here?" She asked that again because really that was the most surreal part. He was here. In her bedroom. After she hadn't seen him in a week she was suddenly with him in her bedroom.

...ohmygod...had she done something?! "If you don't tell me in five seconds I will freaking STRANGLE you!" she said in a panicky voice.

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki had gotten tired of the floor. It was hard and cold there, so he'd climbed up on the bed. even though he hadn't been under the covers the blankets were warm and in his sleep his arm had flung out over Grench. He snuggled his face into his pillow as the sun crept up and he felt a shift beside him. For a moment he wondered what it was butt hen he remembered it was Grench and he relaxed again, wanting to pull her closer as the thing snuggled under his arm, but the moment didn't last and she was up like a flash. Loki had been wearing real pants, but the sweater and shirt from yesterday had been a glamour and they were gone when he went to sleep, so he woke up to Grench yelling at him, his conscious struggling to get awake as he focused on her, sitting up and rubbing at his face. Hmm? What? The silver chain dangled low on his chest, at the end of the silver chain was a small silver pair of butterfly wings it was cute really, and somehow it had reminded him of Grench so he'd bought it. He sighed, yawning and stretching, laying back on his bed to look at the angry fairy. God she was pretty. He wondered if she remembered anything form yesterday and he sighed.

"No, we didn't do anything. Do you really think I'd even touch anyone who was so tired they were half insane? What do you take me for? I'm not that type of guy... and calm down, you're in my room, yours was far too messy..."

He let out a big sigh, rolling from his back onto his stomach, wings stretching out in the morning light as he made a pleased groan. He got up, standing on his bed and looking down at her for a second before hopping off the other side of the bed, his ass looking especially fine in the semi-tight zebra stripped pants. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing his white toothbrush and looking for toothpaste. He looked back at her, coming out with the brush and paste and about to put it in his mouth.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have brought you to my room. I wasn't really thinking how you might feel when you woke up. And I did try to sleep on the floor! But damn its cold and hard and the bed's a lot softer..."

He put the brush in his mouth, scrubbing away and going back into the bathroom. He spit, rinsing out his mouth so he could taste the hot flavor of cinnamon. Mmmm tasty. If he kissed her now she would be able to taste it on his lips. He smiled, heading back out to her and wondering if she'd calmed down enough. He looked at the floor for a moment, then out the window.

"So... you don't remember what you said to me?"

He looked at her form the corner of his eye, wondering if what she'd said been real, that she liked him. He remembered telling her he liked her and he felt himself blush a little, running his hand through his hair to take attention away form his face.</sub>

[raihnstar]

"Th--that's a shitty excuse!" Grench snapped angrily. She felt humiliated, like he'd gotten the best of her. I was just so tired! This isn't fair! He isn't playing fair! "If you were so tired you should have stuck me in my bed, and then slept in yours!" Her voice was panicky and rose even more when he asked her last question. Oh Gods. What had she said? "...Say to you? What-- What did I say to you?" She was panicking inside. Her name?! Had she told him her name? She wasn't ready to tell him that!!! Had she told him to do something obsence?!

"Loki what did you do?!" she said in an accusatory voice, wishing she had something to shield herself with, like a sheet-- but that would look stupid because she wasn't naked. Instead she could only clench her fists and feel her fingernails poke into her hands painfully. "Because I swear to Gods that if you took advantage of me I will-- I'll-- never talk to you again!" she growled. Her green eyes were like spears and her whole body was alert. There was even a low swooping sensation in her stomach, which she didn't fully understand or want to understand. "And I don't even mean sexually! If you-- if you got me to tell you something that I wouldn't ever say if I were in my right mind--!" A million possibilites were running through her head.

"...Did I tell you my name? Is the bet off?!" she finally managed to ask, feeling herself shrivel inside with fear that she had. Ohgod. This bet was a stupid idea in the first place but if she'd told her his name--! He would just never understand!

[ßlue]

<sub>He watched her as her panic rose and he felt a little bubble of hurt. Was it really so bad that she'd woken up in his bed? Did she really hate him that much? Yesterday she'd said she liked him, but if she reacted like this then maybe it was only the sleep talking and she was just pulling things out of the air. He sighed, going to look at the bookshelves. He'd put the books back, stacking them in rows according to what he'd already read and what he hadn't yet read. He was about halfway through them all. There were a lot there. She was going on and she finally came out and asked if she'd told him her name. He looked over at her, turning to face her and watching her being so crazed and panicked. Why was she like that? She must really dislike him to freak out so much for just waking up in his bed.

" What is the importance of this name thing? You seem to be so afraid to tell it to me then why did you bet me for it? Did you really have so little faith in me? You know, you are such an IDIOT sometimes! If you want to cancel the bet then go ahead, it's not like I care, but if you don't want to tell me your name then fine! Don't! I don't want you to have to do anything you don't want to do."

He started off angry, his voice strained as he tried not to yell at her, but at last his voice cooled at her and he crossed him arms, watching her with a thoughtful expression, like there was just something she didn't understand. There was only a week left of this bet, and the closer the end came the more he thought she didn't want him to win. She seemed scared and he didn't like it. He wondered why she would do so much, bet something she didn't want him to have so much that it would frighten her. He didn't want to see her like this. He put his fingers to his head, all this thinking was giving him a headache. This is why women could be a pain, they were so damned confusing.

"Grench. You didn't tell me your name yesterday, but you did tell me something, and I find it hard to believe when you wake up and instantly panic because you're around me. Why are you suddenly so scared around me? We didn't do anything, I know I should have put you in your room. At least I know it now... I guess I just didn't know how much you hated me..."

It stung saying it out loud and he turned, walking to the doors. He needed time to think, so in his zebra pants and no shirt he stalked to the doors, glaring hard ahead and not looking back.</sub>

((XD you can still catch him if you want, he's just walking to the doors, he isn't gone yet ^_^))

[raihnstar]

"I'm not an idiot!" she said angrily, and quite stupidly, obviously ignoring everything else he'd said at the beginning. Her head was beginning to ache because she was so angry and embarassed and upset that he was being so thickheaded. He left again, with her head buzzing and she hissed. Not again! He would not just simply disappear again! That freakin' coward! She ran after him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around roughly. And punched his jaw as hard as she could, sending him flying until he hit the wall. "What at stupid thing to say!" she said, her voice quavering between an emotion of extreme desperation and terrible sadness. "How could you-- how could you even think that I hate you?! I put up with you, don't I?!" She covered her face with her hands and hid it in her shoulder, ashamed she'd hit him.

"I-- It's hard for me, okay? It's really hard for me to trust anybody. Least--" she paused and let out a short bark of humorless laughter, "Least of all YOU! Tell me, Loki, how many women have you bedded since coming here? Thirty, at least! And if you think it's easy knowing that I'll just be some other very *friendly* person sucking your di.ck then you're damn wrong! I'm f**k**g scared okay?! I didn't know i didn't have the right to be scared around you, you stupid--" she hid her face again, her throat closing up and she choked for a moment, "You stupid bastard. Did you think I didn't know? You'd finish flirting with me and when I didn't immediately put out you'd give up, and go lay some other chik. And you're doing it f**k**g again. You're giving up." Her voice was shaking uncontrolably. "Well fuck you. Jesus, but you're self centered! It isn't about the name! It wasn't ever about the name."

Grench paused, turning red, "It was about trust. And I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to think that you'd ever be concentrated on something enough to actually pursue it. Least of all me!" She stopped and there was an awkward sort of silence while she gathered herself. "...I'm going to my room. I'll be in there if you need anything." she whispered, her whole face turning a dull red colour. Oh my god. What had she just done??! Grench disappeared and reappeared in her room, ran immediately to her bed and covered her face with her pillow.

Oh.My.God.

[;D He can follow if he wannnts.]

["Parker!"]

[daaaamn drama XD]

[raihnstar]

[who meeee?? 0w0]

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki was startled by being suddenly turned around and then.. WHAAAAM!!! He went staggering back, hitting the wall. What the... He was daze a second, holding his jaw in shock and staring wide eyed as she blew up at him. She didn't hate him. Okay. He put down a note in his brain that if he wasn't afraid of injury and maybe death that the way to get information out of a girl was to get her so amazingly pissed off she screamed it at you. Mental notes... good. He tuned back in to what she was saying, his ears ringing from the punch and then his collision with the wall. What the hell? Wasn't she allowed to be scared? Well yes she was allowed to be scared, but not of him. He was giving up? He never gave up! Fuck that! He kept on to himself, letting her get it all out, unaware that his eyes were still really wide and he looked kinda like 'uhhh wow...'. She went on. She was sorry for ever thinking he'd go after her. What?!

WHAT?!?!? THAT WAS A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT RIGHT THERE! NO! JUST NO! THE ONLY REAOSN HE'D TAKEN THIS STUPID f**k**g BET WAS SO THAT HE COULD CONTINUE GOING AFTER HER AND COURTING HER AND FLIRTING WITH HER AND TRYING TO WIN HER OVER! He had known what he did was wrong, kissing that fairy girl like that, hence him going to hide in his room. He hadn't had sex in TWO WEEKS!!! BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD HURT HER IF HE CONTINUED! HE STOPPED! HE SPENT ALL HIS f**k**g TIME AND EFFORT ON HER! HER! HER f**k**g HER AND ONLY f**k**g HER! He growled. She looked to be either in tears or near them and he let himself lean against the wall another minute after she left. No. He would NOT leave it like this! NEVER! WHAT A SELFISH BASTARD THINKING HE WAS GIVING UP ON HER! HE WAS GOING ALL OUT FOR HER! This was hard for him, didn't she SEE that?!?!? He pushed himself off the wall, going off after her. He paused outside her door. Should he go in? Hell no, he wasn't going to just march in there. He knocked hard on the thick door.

"Grench? I'm coming in!"

He waited a breath and then opened the door, peeking in first in case she was going to throw stuff at him. He needed to be ready. He put up a little shield around himself just in case and went in, closing the door behind him. She was on her bed and he felt a pang. He hated these pangs, and didn't even know why they did what they did. He'd never felt that before. Even when he lost Dax he'd felt a guilty sort of longing, but never pangs or little flutterings in his chest like Grench made. He didn't like them. Maybe he needed a doctor to check it out. He'd get tot hat later. He stepped closer, deciding to start off now.

"I... uhhh... You!!...Fauk. You always do this. I can't think of anything to say... First off. You can be scared around me. But I don't want you to be afraid OF me! Of something you want to tell me! You should never have to be afraid of me Grench! Thinking that you might be afraid to tell me something makes this stupid little pain in my chest and I don't like it!... Then you say that I give up. Grench, I don't give up on anything. Nothing! The only reason I took the bet with you wasn't because of the name! It wasn't about the name! Like you said! The only reason I took it was because you were challenging me! I haven't given up! I would never give up! Ever! You don't understand! I don't understand! First I was just flirting with you because you were fun! You were there! I don't know why I didn't get bored or pissed off when you refused me every damn time! I should have left a long time ago! I still don't know why I stick around! Then you bet me I can't stop flirting with you for a month! What the hell does that tell me? That you want me to stop? I don't know what the fuck it means! I'm a male! We're stupid! Me especially, and I can't figure out these little games of yours! Then I go and do another stupid idiotic thing and I feel that f**k**g pang again and you look hurt and you leave and I figure 'Fine, I just won't flirt with ANYONE then she'll be happy and I can get through the month!' Then I'm attacked by a stupid ass mob and you call me a coward! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? WHY DO YOU KEEP PICKING ON ME?!?!? I'M TRYING TO f**k**g FIGURE OUT A WAY AROUND ALL THIS CRAP!!! Grrr!!! Grench! What the f**k**g hell?!?!? You know what? Hit me! I want you to punch me again! f**k**g hit me! Right now!"

He glared down at her, feeling angry and confused and he didn't like that pressure around his heart and he wanted it to be gone and he was just so ANGRY!!! GOD DAMN!!! He was thinking about last night when he'd kissed her and it had been so nice, and the pressure on his heart gave a squeeze and he wanted it to stop, ordering his mind to shut up as his hand felt his chest, as if expecting to find a lump there where some sort of cancer was trying to eat him alive. He hated these feelings he kept getting around her! And he didn't know what they were! He wanted them to just stop! STOP! STOP STOP STOP DAMMIT YOU MOTHER f**k*r STOP!!! Again he thought of how he had kissed her and he shouldn't have done that and she didn't even remember and he wanted her to hit him again so he'd maybe feel better. If he had to piss her off even more then he would as long as she gave him another good hard sock in the face. He had a big red splotch on his cheek now, but it still didn't take away form his handsome cuteness and mischievous air. He wanted her to hit him again.</sub>