Ok so I know this is one of the last stories I updated in forever, but I've had this idea for about a week now and it's really been bugging me. So I decided to turn it into a songfic for this. It was hard to come up with a song to match it but I think the one I used works. This was a really weird oneshot for me to write, too. If any of you guys read my Army Wife story, then you know that has probably the closest thing to M rated I ever wrote. This oneshoe is a close second, I'd say definitely between high T and low M. So if any of it is awkward like with the wording or the images, I do apologize since it's not something I'm used to writing. But what can I say, my mind is weird. So all ratings aside, I hope it's a chapter you'll enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical or any Disney songs.

Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am

I woke up with the sun in my face and his arm draped around me. We'd been doing it again, the late night meetings. They were more frequent now. That was because every time he called I'd come rushing over in a heartbeat. It didn't matter how petty or how loud the fight was. As soon as she left he would call me and I'd come right over. It was a straight run this time.

I wasn't even sure why it mattered; none of these girls ever lasted. He moved too fast with them. He only wanted them for the sex. That was why he always wanted his new girlfriend to move in with him right away. But no matter how good or how bad they were in bed, a fight would always ensue. I was unsure if it was him or the girl that more often started them, but it didn't matter. All he had to do was say the same two sentences to me.

"We had another fight. Can you come over?"

But you never know me

I had never been one of those girls; the ones that he would hit on and take home. But we did meet at the same place he often picked them up. I'd met Chad some years ago at a bar. I was just there with some friends to celebrate a bachelorette party; before I knew it Chad had walked up to me and started sweet-talking me. He was such a good looker. He had these big brown eyes, like a pair of sweet puppy dog eyes you couldn't help but fall for. His smile was full of charm and charisma, almost never getting wiped off his face. And his body…god, don't get me started on that. It was so obvious that he worked out. I could practically see his six-pack underneath his shirt. He even let me feel his muscles that night; he was so built. And if it weren't any of those that could get a woman swooning over him, he would work in a joke about his chocolate-coated Afro of a hairdo into the conversation. I'd fallen for him in an instant.

Of course I couldn't just act like my typical self. I'm what some might call a geek. For the past couple of years I've been working on getting my Master's in Political Science. I spent my days in the library studying, ordering Chinese takeout and hardly ever going anywhere. Maybe once in a while if I had some free time I would hit the gym for an hour. Needless to say, if I wanted to impress this man I'd have to create a new persona. I easily adopted this seductress style; I'd seen my friends pull it off many a time in the past. But of course even with my movements, seducing smile and sexy voice Chad could still see through me. He knew I was brilliant. He didn't dare try to do me as quickly as he would most girls.

But we did end up talking. We talked for hours. Of course I wished he wouldn't have gone on so much about all his ex-girlfriends. But when he brought up a fight he had with his most recent one and how she dumped him, how he was trying to get over it, there was no stopping us after that. Apparently I was good. Really good. But I was more ecstatic to hear that I made him feel better; got his mind off of his troubles. The rest is history. No matter how many girlfriends he got after that night or what kind of fights he would have with them, within five seconds of them leaving his house Chad would be on the phone with me.

Everyday
It's as if I play a part

I know it's wrong, being the "other woman" and helping Chad cheat. But it's the only way I can ever be with him. It never affects my studies; it never changed my life. It just added an addicting drug of sorts to it. I think what makes me feel better about the whole situation is that I'm the only one he cheats with.

Oh, he tried to get away with other women once; when I came over one night and we landed on the couch I saw a pair of thongs between the cushions. I questioned Chad about it; he said I hadn't been available that night and he needed someone. Oh, I gave it to him after that. You might say I gave it to him...good. Very good.

There hadn't been any others after that; I would have seen. I'm a very observant person. I knew where to look and how to act. I think that's why none of his girlfriends ever caught us. But I know I can't keep putting up this charade; sooner or later Chad will find out how I really feel and I'm sure he'll find a girlfriend he'll actually want to keep. A girlfriend that's not me. I can only pray that day will never come. I'll take all I can get from him right now.

Now I see
If I wear a mask I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

I loved the feeling of Chad's arm around me. But when we fell asleep after going at it all night, he'd never hold me. His arm would drape around me almost in a protective manner, but never as if he never wanted me to leave. I suppose it was the price I paid for never being a girlfriend. But no matter how much I loved being around him or I wanted him, all good things had to come to an end. And at ten a.m. on a Friday morning that was the time to end. I slipped out of his light grip and started to get dressed. I tried my best to keep quiet, not wanting to wake Chad. I knew if I woke him up, it would be much harder to leave. He would start talking in his ever so sexy voice and look at me with those eyes and shoot me that smile; I'd never want to leave then. But as usual, I was mistaken.

"Leaving so soon?"

I almost flinched at the sound of his voice. It was smooth and laid back, but enough to throw a girl off track. I wasn't about to leave so easily anymore, despite the fact that I had to go home and shower and get to campus in time for my class at one. But instead of showing him how he affected me, I continued dressing myself and let my seductive side take over.

"I've got somewhere else to be," I answered.

"You can't stay a little longer? What if I need more medicine?" he asked.

That was our thing last night; it was a roleplay night of sorts. I'd say his "medicine" lasted for a good five or six hours.

"Shouldn't your girlfriend be coming home soon?" I replied.

I hated that word. Girlfriend. It stung every time I said it.

"And what if I don't want her to?" he replied.

I turned slightly to look at him. He was staring at me with a lusty set of eyes and a sad smile – almost a smirk – like he knew I would have trouble saying no to that. I paused for a minute before slipping my shirt back on. I then turned around completely and placed a steamy, passionate kiss against his lips. I knew he was going to reciprocate; I felt his hands on my arms immediately. He wasn't going to want to let me go after that. I could tell I was turning him on. And that was why I pulled back as quickly as possibly, flashing him a seductive smile.

"That's all you're going to get…for now," I said with a wink.

"What about tonight?" he asked.

"I can come over at seven," I answered.

"Not soon enough," he shook his head, clearly hungry.

I pretended to think for a moment, teasing him. "I can do six forty-five."

I think he was on to me; he could tell I knew he wanted more and I was just playing with him. Chad could lose control easily when he was hungry for more. I think that's why he loved having me around so much; he could tell I knew when he was pushing his limits. I tested him. I pushed him to those limits. Sometimes he could get it really easily from me. But when he tried – with words or physical contact – he knew I was satisfied and would give it right back to him.

A smile crept across Chad's face, though his eyes were still glazed over with lust. "I see what you're doing," he said smoothly. "So what can I do to get you here sooner?"

"I don't know," I feigned innocence, "any sooner would be cutting it pretty close."

He placed his hand on my leg, gradually sliding it up, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "I can make it worth your while."

I practically shivered at the sound of his voice. I almost thought he was going to start kissing me there or something; it was the only other place he'd kiss me besides my lips. He knew if he kissed there I would lose it. Hell, I was already losing it; his hand was approaching my inner thigh and his breath was hot on my ear. If I didn't answer fast there was no way I'd ever get out of there. As if I ever wanted to.

"Five o'clock. And I get to pick where we do it."

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

It felt strange, being at school and doing work when I was practically someone else at home. Not like anyone knew about it - I had a house all to myself that my parents paid for and as far as my friends were considered, I was always too busy to see them. But I wanted to be able to combine the two lives I had – the one as a geek and the one with Chad. Maybe then I wouldn't feel the way I did. I wouldn't be so concerned with one side overpowering the other.

But if anything was overpowering me, it was Chad. Sometimes I told myself that I should break it off with him. He didn't love me; he used me for sex. Why should I waste my time with someone like that? Other times I would keep telling myself that sooner or later he'd have to realize how I felt. I guess it was the naivety in me thinking I could change him.

I am now
In a world where I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in

I pulled up to Chad's at five o'clock on the dot. All of my schoolwork was done and I had the weekend to study for an exam. Walking up to Chad's porch I questioned how we would be tonight. Would it be "we had another fight" or "she broke up with me"? I shrugged my shoulders at the thought; there really wasn't much difference. In either instance we would get pretty wild. The only difference was how many times we would go at it. If he was in a relationship, we'd make one round last as long as possible. If it was a breakup, we could go as many as four or five times.

I didn't even get an answer as to what happened right away. As soon as I walked in the door, Chad's lips attacked mine. The next thing I knew I was up against the door in a hot fog.

But somehow
I will show the world what's inside my heart

It must have been a good two or three hours later. We ended up on the floor, hardly any clothes removed. I was on top of him with my nails dug into his skin and he was sweating up a storm.

"Have you been working out or something?" he asked, clearly out of breath.

I smirked. "Don't act so surprised, honey. It's not the first time I pushed you down."

"Yeah, but never that hard," he breathed. He added with a grin, "I'm impressed."

"You better be. I work hard to make you forget about your girlfriends," I responded.

It still stung to say that.

"You make me want to forget them," he said.

"And what did she do this time that was so bad?" I purred.

"Stormed out again," he answered simply. "I have half a mind to break up with her next time she walks in."

"Only half?" I questioned curiously.

That's when he smirked and sent the seductive voice right back at me. "Cause the other half of my mind is undressing the rest of you."

He wanted more. As did I.

I grinned and batted my eyelashes as little. "Well, I was supposed to pick where we did it next. But I don't remember thinking the living room floor."

"Where did you have in mind?" he inquired.

I slowly lifted myself off of him and headed to the staircase. I turned to him and flicked my finger in his direction. "Why don't you follow me and you'll find out?"

He loyally got up and approached me. But instead of taking my hand to follow me up, he wrapped his fingers around mine and pulled my hand down, giving him more than enough space to move in centimeters away from my face.

"One condition," he said hungrily.

I shook my head. "There are no conditions, hun."

"But I want something of yours," he told me.

"To give her a reason to break up with you, or to remember me by?" I inquired.

"To give you an excuse to come back," he smirked.

"Oh, I've had an excuse to come back," I teased. "That Lakers shirt of yours I borrowed last week; you still have to get it back."

And be loved for who I am

I had a difficult time studying after that. I spent all of Friday night and most of Saturday at Chad's. His girlfriend hadn't come back so there was no reason for me to leave. I don't think I ever stayed at Chad's for more than 24 hours before then. And the longer I stayed the harder it would be to leave. I almost didn't care if she walked in the door and saw us. I don't think it had gotten that far either; I never thought like that before. It was the point where I realized this had to stop. I either had to end it myself or tell Chad the truth about me and let him decide. But I couldn't do it, not on Saturday. I just didn't have the courage to. I don't even remember the excuse I used to leave; I only know that I got out of there and went home to start studying for my test, though to avail.

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

"My girlfriend broke up with me."

I was hoping not to hear those words. It was only Sunday morning and I had a lot of studying to catch up on. Yet it didn't bother me nearly as much as a reminder of telling Chad. He thought he was giving me an excuse to come over but really it was just an excuse for me to end it. I didn't even have time to think how to tell him. Should I just flat out end it with no explanation? Or was it better off that I tell him I wasn't the sexy enchantress he thought I was and that I was nothing more than a grad student?

"I'm sorry," I responded, no other idea what to say.

There was a brief pause; I'm assuming he was processing my reaction. It certainly wasn't one he was used to hearing from me.

"Can you come over?" he asked after a moment.

I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know…"

"I'm lonely. I need cheering up," he replied.

I inhaled. I didn't want to break this over the phone, but if I went there it was going to be even harder to get two words in. "Chad I can't-" I started.

"Don't make me call someone else," he interrupted.

My breath must have been caught in my throat. That was the only reason he would bed someone who wasn't me. If I wasn't available. It was hard enough knowing all those other women he was with, when he was with them. But to imagine him with a total stranger doing what I've been doing… I didn't want to picture it let alone hear it.

"Don't," I shook my head. "I'll be right over."

"I'll be waiting," I'm sure he replied with a grin.

I hung up the phone and exhaled. All that was left to decide was if I would tell him before or after. And as much as I would have loved to have him do me just one more time, I had to get it over with.

Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all times?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I braced myself to feel Chad against me the second I walked in. And surely enough there he was, arms tight on my hips and lips crashed against mine. But no matter how much I tried to prepare myself for this I couldn't help but return the kiss with everything I had. He was still my drug; I still needed him. But when I felt his hand go for my skirt, I had to stop. Even when I put my hands on his arms and pushed him away the slightest bit, his lips were still going for mine. It was extremely difficult to let myself go and kiss him again.

"We have to stop."

There's a hear that must be free
To fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why

"We haven't even got started yet," he breathed.

"No, I know," I replied. "There's just…there's something I have to tell you."

"Can't it wait?" he asked. He even tried to go for my ear. God, he was trying so hard with me.

I pulled back and held my hands up. "It's waited long enough." I looked up at him and saw his confused look. It was enough to stop him, at least for the time being. "Chad…look, I haven't been honest with you."

"And I haven't been honest with every girl I dated," he pointed out. "What's honesty got to do with us?"

Implying we never would date.

I opened my mouth, attempting to piece the words together. It was difficult. His confused look, his tilted head, his lusting eyes…. I couldn't just spill everything out to him. That'd make it too complicated. It was best just to keep it short and simple.

"You wouldn't be doing me if you knew who I was," I said.

"I think that's for me and my junk to decide," he responded. "And right now it's deciding loud and clear who it wants."

I backed away before he could make a move on me. "I think I knew you well enough by now, Chad. But you don't know me."

"What's there to know?" he asked as if it were no big deal.

"I guess nothing," I shrugged my shoulders after a moment. It pained me to say all of this, but I knew it was true. "I'm just a toy to you. I'm not some floozy. I'm not an airhead. I'm not a stripper or some girl with daddy issues. Those are the kinds of girls you go after, Chad. Not students."

And yet he was still lost. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm a college student, Chad. I'm not working some random job living in a bachelor pad. And clearly that's all you want," I explained. I didn't want to say anymore after that. I turned to leave, figuring that my actions would speak louder than my words. And if I left, I wouldn't have to worry about being tempted by him. I could walk out now, go home, delete his number and ignore his calls. And he could go find another girl to cheat on his girlfriends with.

But Chad had other plans. He just had to get one more word out before I walked out of his life forever.

"One question," he said almost too calmly, which had me stop. "Why tell me this now?"

Did he really want to know? Was he really expecting me to pour my heart out to him? I couldn't just tell him everything. I couldn't tell him that I wanted him to tell me now if I was going to stay in his life no matter what. I couldn't tell him that I felt I kept the real me hidden too long or that I felt he only liked me for my fake persona or my body. I couldn't tell him that the thought of being the one girlfriend he could have that he was never cheat on and seeing him jump from girl to girl yet always calling me was finally driving me over the edge. I couldn't tell him that I was secretly hoping he liked smart girls and would just take me in his arms and that he felt the same way about me that I did about him the whole time.

"I just couldn't take it anymore," I said hoarsely.

And that was all I could say before running out.

Why must we all conceal
What we think,
How we feel?

Needless to say after that night I did not do well on my test. And quite frankly I didn't care. I had just left the one guy who I'd been head over heels with for years and I was never going to see him again and he could have as many girlfriends as he wanted and cheat with whoever he wanted. I tried my best to bury myself in my homework. It was a challenge. I didn't even bother to check my phone; I turned it off. I didn't want to hear Chad's voice or be tempted to run back into his arms. So I sat in my living room, my nose in a textbook and my thoughts on my next assignment. I scribbled down notes from the latest chapter in my notebook, hoping it would keep me focused. But even once in a while I had to take a breath and write Chad's name in a heart or think about what he might be doing right now.

That is, until a knock at the door completely threw my thoughts off.

Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?

I set my textbook and notebook on the coffee table and approached the door. I opened it, but there was no one there. My first thought was that it was a prank. Then out of curiosity I glanced down. I suppose I was thinking there was a package or something there. But instead they were petals. I think rose petals; they had the delicacy of roses. I reached down and picked one up; it was definitely a rose.

I stood back up and looked down the street where there was a trail of red rose petals. They were leading down the pathway of my house and onto the sidewalk, and then down the street. Whoever was at my door must have wanted me to follow them. Part of me still assumed it was a joke, but curiosity got the better of me.

I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all times

It was a bit of a walk, but I did need a workout. I seemed to reach my destination fairly quickly. I didn't look right away where it led me. The first thing I laid my eyes on were a bouquet of red roses at a doorstep. I walked onto the porch and picked up the roses, giving them a little sniff. Whoever set this up certainly went through a lot of trouble. But then I looked up and realized something.

This was Chad's house.

Part of me said to just drop the flowers and go home; I had work to get done and I already told Chad I was finished with him. Then the other part of me said to go for it. And it was just so much harder to listen to my brain than my heart. So naturally I opened the door and walked in. I didn't think there could be a bigger surprise than flower petals leading me to Chad's but I was mistaken. There in the living room, it was completely bare of any furniture. All that was in there was a small round table with a plate of turkey and a slice of black forest cake; in the center of the table were two lit candles and a teddy bear. Cliché perhaps, but cute nonetheless. I slowly stepped inside and closed the door behind me. As if there weren't enough surprises, Chad came walking in from the kitchen. His hair was tied back into a ponytail and…was he wearing a tuxedo? Or maybe it was a blazer. I wasn't really thinking to ask questions at that point. I was still in a bit of shock.

"Wha…what is all this?"

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

Chad rubbed the back of his head in this cute, almost nervous way. What was he nervous about? Chad always carried himself with the utmost confidence. He knew how to talk his way into things and around them. He had the looks and charisma to back him up. Why did he seem like he was on edge and…perhaps a little sweaty?

"Yeah, I'm not really good with impressing girls," he admitted.

I blinked and my mouth dropped a little. I was attempting to absorb what he was saying. There was a moment of silence before I shook my head in disbelief. "What?"

His hands fell to his sides. "C'mon Taylor, I pick up girls at bars. What does that tell you?"

"But what does all this have to do with…? And how did you even get those petals to stay in place?" I asked.

I'll admit it; I was horrible with surprises. I never know when to expect them or how to react. And I especially don't know how to handle surprises when practically the love of my life is standing dressed in the nicest outfit I'd ever seen him wear with his hair constricted and standing next to a romantic table of turkey and my favorite dessert.

"Super glue," he chuckled.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Well the wind…it, it kept blowing the petals away," he nearly stammered. "I didn't know how else to get them to stay. And it was either the flowers or post signs onto peoples' property saying 'Taylor follow this sign'."

I couldn't help but giggle. Looks and intimacy aside he certainly was charming and he had a sense of humor to match. It wasn't something I don't think I'd ever seen from him. But I was letting him come onto me too easily. And I think he knew it. Even if I wasn't some seductive sexy woman I was still observant and I still knew when I was being played.

"So why go to all this trouble? Why not put all this energy into getting in bed with one of your future girlfriends?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

He ran a hand through his hair and stuck his other hand in his pocket. He stepped a bit closer to me, but was still being careful to keep some distance. I think he was waiting to see my reaction before doing anything. I'd say Chad got a pretty good idea of his limits now after dealing so much with me.

"Did you ever wonder why I always called you?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow.

He looked at me in the eyes and hesitated before responding. "It's cause I like you," he confessed. "I don't care if you're a stripper or in school or whatever. I was actually able to talk to you about stuff. You know? It wasn't all about sex with you. I'd call you and you'd come over and…well yeah, we'd do it. A lot. Right away. But when you stayed over those nights we'd talk about junk before falling asleep. I don't think I felt that comfortable around anyone before. You just happen to be a sexy down to earth girl who happens to insanely turn me on."

It was impossible for my heart not to melt. Everything I was thinking since I met him, he was practically spilling those same feelings to me. And it was the greatest feeling in the world. Even better than Chad getting me laid. A huge smile did start across my face and I instantly saw Chad become hopeful. But I had to restrain it. There were still some things I wanted to ask him.

"But what about all those other girls?"

He shrugged. "Gave me a reason to see you?"

"Any others?" I inquired.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"That you cheated with. Other than the one I knew about," I answered.

"One or two," he admitted. "But never more than once."

He was surprisingly good at being honest. Like I said, I could tell when I was being lied to. But there was still something else I wanted to know. It seems embarrassing, but I suppose it was my silly, insecure way of knowing if they did mean anything.

"Did you use protection?" I asked softly, a bit awkwardly.

I've seen every inch of Chad's house. I saw when there were condoms on the floor, in the drawers, in the bathroom, even in the kitchen. And not once did he ever reach for one with me.

He squinted a little before answering as-a-matter-of-factly, "Duh." He saw that caught me off guard; he comfortable added, "You're the only one I never use protection with."

"So it wasn't just my alter ego you liked?" I wondered. "Because the person I was pretending to be for you is nothing like the real me."

"She looks like you, talks like you…maybe acts a little more confident…but I'm pretty sure she's not that much different," he explained.

I shook my head doubtfully.

"But if she's as different as you say, I'd like to get to know you. You know…you, you," he said. "Maybe over dinner? The turkey is getting a little cold."

"And how do I know this isn't you taking advantage of an innocent school girl?" I inquired.

Could you blame me for being a bit cautious? I know how he picks up girls. I wanted to know that this was for real and that I wasn't just one of his flings.

But the answer for Chad seemed to come pretty easy, like he had it all planned out. He took his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to me. "Delete them."

"Pardon?" I asked.

"Delete all the girls' numbers in there," he told me.

I looked at the phone, then at him.

"I can't imagine my life without you. Ok, I need you. Not just to tell me wen I've been to hard or when I'm not giving enough or going fast enough, I need to have you around," he said, his eyes in mine. "When you're with me I'm not thinking about whatever girl I was just with or who I'm gonna hook up with or where I'm gonna spend the night. I think about you. What you're gonna say, which room I'm gonna be with you in, how I'm gonna impress you. You're not the only one who's been hiding a part of you, Tay."

It was a lot to take in, a lot to think about. Everything Chad did, one thing after another, made me rethink my life. Who I saw myself with, what I saw myself doing, where I saw myself living. And in every possible instance, nothing was complete without him. I saw myself with Chad. I saw myself doing anything and everything with Chad. I saw myself living with Chad. I saw…just Chad. I needed him the way he needed me. And if anything he was saying was true, then I wouldn't be the one deleting phone numbers. He would.

Still, that didn't mean I could give my answer so easily. Chad was right; my sexy alter ego and I, we did have something in common. We were both teases. So I fiddled with the phone a little. I tapped it against my chin. I toyed with it between my fingers. I even played with a couple of buttons. I fooled with the device as I wandered around Chad and approached the table. It must have dragged on for a good five minutes. All the while, Chad was waiting anxiously for my answer. Every movement I was making, he was hanging onto it. So when I was finally against the table, I figured enough was enough. I dropped the phone and sat up on the table, sending Chad a smile.

"If you're as different as you say you are, I'd like to get to know you," I answered. "How about over dinner?"

I don't think I ever saw Chad smile as big as he did in that moment. He ran over to me and wrapped his arms tightly around me, the way I always imagined he would. And when his lips crashed against mine in a hot passion, it wasn't in some wild, lusty hunger. It was just as it felt – a hot passion. And before I knew it we were getting to know each other over dinner. Literally. Everything was knocked down to the ground – luckily the lit candles were electric and not real candles – and we were on top of the table. It wasn't just about intimacy this time. We talked in between kisses. We explored each other. We teased each other and joked with each other. Screw every other "meeting" we've had; this one was by far the best.

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

That's probably the last update you're going to get from me for a bit. I am still working on my newest fic, Negative, which is a co-written story between me and a friend. The first chapter's been up for a few weeks with that story, and my friend is editing the second chapter so as much as I'd love to say you will see another update somewhere this week, I make no promises. There is that "Frankenstorm"/Hurricane Sandy coming to the East, well Northeast, and word is we're supposed to lose power for about a week. I already know I'm going to lose power, cause my block tends to lose electricity extremely easily to begin with. But the point is, with no internet figure it'll be at least a week before you hear something else from me. But I hope this chapter is enough to hold you over and that other awesome people out there are continuing Chaylor stories. And if it's not and you're bored or classes are canceled or whatever, you can always check out stuff that I drew on my deviantart page, Pinkie-d...if it'd help to pass any time at all, i'm just saying. 0=) So before I sign off for a while let me just finish by saying, hope everyone's had a good weekend and have an awesome costume-wearing candy-filled Halloween!

P.S. Maybe I should have thought about actually making a holiday-themed oneshot to go with the time of year. o.0 Sorry about that guys.

P.P.S. I also updated my story list on my profile page, so hopefully I can get to fighting laziness/successfully find a job so I can finish the stories I started and also write the other stories I'm looking forward to sharing eventually. Ok, I'm really signing off now. Again, Happy Halloween people! :D