THE GIRLFRIEND REPELLER

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA! Yes, I am going to be bugging the fanfic world all day with fics because I LOVE HER! I know that "repeller" is not a word, but it's a funny word to use and beats 'repellant'. The Girlfriend Repellant sorta sounds like Sonny is a fly-exterminator xD So I started this about ... a month ago? I did about half of a chapter and TOTALLY forgot about it. Dang, I'm dumb. Anyway, I ramble. EMMA ROCKS! (DemiandSelenafan) PLEASE PLEASE PM her and say happy birthday! :) I will love you forever xD I'd also like to say hola to my lovely forum friends ... IF any of you actually read this. lol, I'm not positive that you will ... but ah well, the world'll keep revolving ;P

My beta Maddy's a little busy at the minute so thank you to Heidi! (Willow. Heidi Erickson) for being my last-minute beta! You have no idea how much of a lifesaver you are! Normally I'd wait but I had to get this up today for a certain little princess' birthday! :) Also there's mentions of my friends Angela (McLovingIt) Julia (Peace-loveandCDChugs) and Heidi (Willow. Heidi Erickson) so look out for them! :D Anyway, LOVED Falling For The Falls Part 2, but the amazing, all-knowing Rita. Marie told me that ... CHANNY BREAKS UP! If any of you are interested in the script where they break up, PM me or Rita ;)

-The Girlfriend Repeller—

If there's one thing Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't like, it's being referred to as someone's "boyfriend". The word had disgusted me ever since I was eight years old, and now at twenty-four, I still feel exactly the same. That's why seven years ago, I enlisted the help of a certain angel, an angel who could make any girl feel insignificant when standing next to her, an angel who could make even the prettiest of girls feel a stab of envy when seeing her with me. I enlisted her help to keep away the illness that was becoming some girl's "boyfriend".

The problem?

The angel who helped me was the angel I was currently in love with. And why on earth would she ever consider dating me? I bring back girls to our apartment, ravage them in front of her, then get my angel to make them leave. If any other man had ever ravaged her in front of me, I'd probably have killed them with my bare hands. Why? Because I didn't want to become any girls "boyfriend", I just wanted my angel, Sonny Monroe, to love me too.

So when did all this mayhem start? Well, seven years ago...

...

Seven Years Ago

"You are so hot." She tells me, her arm fitted snuggly around my waist.

"Why, yes I am..." What? It's true. Chad Dylan Cooper needs to have his hotness appreciated.

The girl I've been dating for a week grins.

Her blue eyes don't have the same shine as a certain pair of brown eyes that I do know, her brown shoulder-length hair isn't as pretty as a certain brown-haired girl I know. What was her name again? Jessica? Josie? Jodie? Julie? Julia! Julia that's it.

"So, Julia ... would you like to go get me some—?"

Julia beams. "Aw! Chad! You remembered my name. You are the best boyfriend ever." She flicks my nose with her finger.

It's true I am the best, wait a sec ... did she say boyfriend? WOOOAAHHH! BOYFRIEND? Code Red! Code Red! Chad are you in there? Get Out Now!

"Chad, are you okay?" Julia waves her tanned hand in front of my face.

"Uh, yeah! I just have to, uh..." I scan the room and my eyes land on my favourite person (Did I say person? I meant Random), she's sitting next to Nico and Grady, laughing at one of Grady's immature jokes. "I just have to, uh... go and see Sonny for a sec." I jump up and bolt my way over to the Random table.

Sonny talks animatedly to the pair. "No way! I've always wanted a pet crab but my Mom-"

"Sonn-ay!" I screech, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of her chair.

"Ow! Chad, get off me!" Sonny tries to yank her arm out of my deathly-hold grip, but after what that girl just told me, I am for once more determined than her. Once I've got her through the threshold, I let her go. "Chad! What the hell are you doing?"

"Sonny, I need your help ... I have an emergency."

Her eyes immediately soften. "Oh my gosh, is someone hurt? Your parents? Your cast? Your pet? We need to get an ambulan-"

"Sonny! It's not that kind of emergency. That girl in there just called me her boyfriend!" I scream at her, horrified.

Sonny rolls her eyes. "Chad, is that it?"

"What do you mean 'is that it?' This is serious!" She should be taking this seriously!

"What's so wrong with having a girlfriend?" Sonny asks curiously, not looking at me.

My eyes widen. "Are you serious? Dating, that's fine, you just make out a little then dump them with no strings. But an actual girlfriend? You have to stay faithful to them all the time, always remember their birthday, make them Valentine's Day cards, compliment them all the time, visit their parents and other dumb stuff."

Sonny laughs dryly. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again; Jerk!"

Urgh, why do I always let her insult me? "Look, are you gonna help me or not?"

Sonny considers for a minute. "Uhm, well, I don't wanna be the one to break that poor girls heart ... but I suppose I'd really be doing her a favour..."

"So?" I ask her nervously.

"Fine, I'll do it. Follow me." Sonny marches back into the Cafeteria, seemingly scorned. Sonny makes sure Nico and Grady have gone before plastering a huge smile onto her face.

I follow her in blindly; what the hell is she up to?

"Oh, Chad ... you are so sweet sometimes." Sonny says loudly, turning back to me.

Sonny fits her arm around mine and smiles her beautiful smile at me.

Julia is up from her chair quicker than you can say 'Chad'.

"Excuse me, who are you? And what are you doing with my boyfriend?" Julia screeches, pushing Sonny away from me.

Sonny feigns shock. "Who am I? Who are you? Chad is my boyfriend!"

What the Chad is she doing? Does she want me to be slapped?

Julia gasps. "You're Sonny Monroe! I heard about you two, you know, in Tween Weekly there's always articles about the two of you. I thought it was just gossip!"

Sonny wraps her arm around mine again. "Well, it's not okay? Chad just dates girls as a cover-up! Do you know how sad that makes me feel?" Sonny starts fake-sobbing. Wow, she really is a good actress. Who knew?

Julia's mouth is still open. "Oh, well, I'm sorry then, Sonny. I can see how much he loves you." Julia sighs, leaving the Cafeteria.

"Wow, Sonny. Wow." I tell her, amazed.

She immediately let's go of my arm. "Ugh, I feel so bad. She was so nice." Sonny shuffles away from me, disappointed with herself.

"You were amazing! You are officially hired as my girlfriend repeller!" I grin happily, I've been needing one of these for years!

Sonny's brow furrows. "Your what?"

"My girlfriend repeller! Everyone thinks we have something going on! So when a girl starts to go all girlfriend-y on me, I'll call you and you can repel her!"

Sonny laughs bitterly. "Chad, that was a one-time thing."

"Sonny! Come on! Ple-ease!" I whine.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

*One Hour Later*

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Chad, leave me alone!"

"Not until you say yes!"

"Stop following me!" Sonny screams, sauntering off again.

"Will you do it then?" I ask her again.

"Fine! If you leave me alone!" She relents at last.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"Good-bye! Now go away!" Sonny says harshly, shutting the door in my face.

...

And that's how Sonny Monroe became my 'Official Girlfriend Repeller' as I called it. Even then, I was falling in love with her (not that I knew it at the time). I'd become so obsessed with having her around that I'd started dating triple the girls I used to, just to get her to be around me. Was I mad? Stupid? Probably both. Back then I assumed it was hormones making me want to date more girls that usual. A few of the girls didn't even want to be my girlfriend and yet I'd still call my number one speed dial and get Sonny to come over straight away to 'repel' them.

And for some of the really clingy ones she even did something a little extra...

...

Six Years Ago

"I don't believe you."

Sonny and I looked at each other in shock, that had never happened before. After all the rumours about the two of us going out, normally girls believed Sonny straight away (luckily my exes didn't spread any rumours thanks to a little visit from Bart with some money and a signed picture of me).

"W-what do y-you mean?" Sonny asks nervously, biting her lip.

The girl shrugs her broad shoulders, her black hair falling in her face. "I don't believe that Chad would go for someone like you. I don't think you two are 'going out', per se."

Oh great, what now?

Sonny scoffs. "Psh, we so are!" She snuggles her arm around my back and pulls me closer.

The girl chews her chewing gum loudly. "Prove it."

Sonny's eyes go wide. "What do you mean 'prove it'?" Sonny asks as casually as possible. I smooth her hair down with my fingers, trying to look more convincing.

"Kiss." The girl dares us dangerously.

This is it. Do or die. The most Sonny and I had ever done was hold hands in front of a girl that needed to be repelled. There's no way that Sonny would want to kiss me just to get rid of a stalker girlfriend of mine. "Look, Heidi-"

"Fine! we'll prove it!" Sonny says determinedly, that defiant glare sparkling in her eyes.

"We'll what-?"

Sonny turns to me. "Shh, let's kiss ... like we always do, Chaddy-bear." No other person in this world will ever call me 'Chaddy-bear', but when Sonny says it, I somehow think it's cute. She places her thumb on my lower lip and traces it slowly, leaning in.

Heidi watches with baited breath, her eyes skeptical. I have to concentrate on her because if I look straight ahead, I'd see Sonny leaning in towards me ... and I'd possibly go insane.

Closer and closer and closer. My eyes close involuntarily; she places both her hands on my cheeks and pulls me closer, edging herself towards me. And then I feel it, the gentle pressure of Sonny Monroe's lips touching mine; it's like water to someone dying of thirst, like an ache I've been needing to soothe, and when our lips touch, I feel like melting on the floor.

If the world ended right now; I'd die a happy man.

Sonny keeps the pressure of her lips on mine gentle, probably wondering why I'm not taking control. If only she knew that if I did take control, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. Her fingers comb through my hair and if it wasn't for her lips fastened to mine I would have groaned a long, loud groan.

"Okay! Okay! I believe you." Heidi says stormily.

Sonny pulls away slowly, still looking into my eyes. She laughs a breathy laugh and I can't help but follow her lead.

"I hope you two are very happy together." Heidi tells us sarcastically, and then saunters out of my dressing room.

I don't even care.

Sonny, her hands still framing my face, leans forwards and presses a gentle kiss to my nose. "Sucker." She whispers as she watches the girl leave. Sonny pulls away from me then. "I should be on your show." She laughs cheekily and her laughter is contagious.

"Well, I think it was mainly due to my acting." I know that will ease the tension, and it does. We spend the rest of the hour arguing over who's the better actor. I hope it's me, because the way she was looking at me when she pulled away from that kiss, was the look I'd been craving from her ever since the 'Secret Prom', if she really was acting, I think I'd be crushed.

...

There you have it, Sonny Monroe, Good girl from Wisconsin, was even willing to bestow a kiss upon my lips to repel a girl. And that's why years later Sonny Monroe and I were roommates, roommates who watched each other's movies, ordered pizza together, made dinner for each other, that's why we were best friends. And still she was willing to play 'The Girlfriend Repeller' seven years on, because that's the kind of selfless girl Sonny Monroe was. Was she still doing it as a favour to other girls? I didn't know. But I was determined to find out.

...

One Year Ago

"Good Morning!" Sonny says cheerfully, closing my bedroom door behind her with a kick.

I groan. "Sonny, it's too early, go away." Yawning, I close my eyes again.

Sonny plops the tray with my breakfast on my bedside table and dives onto my bed, crushing me.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead!" Sonny giggles, bouncing up and down on top of the duvet. One of the things I don't like about her is her being a morning person; every morning this happens.

"Sonn-y, just a few more minutes, please!" I beg her; I really shouldn't have stayed up most of the night watching old movies with her.

"Come on, Chad! You have that audition, remember? Don't make me get the tickle monster..." She is such a child sometimes. And then when I remain still, she suddenly starts throwing jabs at my sides, even though they don't hurt because I'm under the duvet.

How does she always put me in a good mood? I wince in pain and immediately go still.

I can practically feel the worry radiating from her. "Chad, are you okay?"

She slowly starts to pull back the duvet when I pounce on her, flipping her onto her back and tickling her too; her sides are the most ticklish place so I attack there first. She doubles over; laughing her stupid adorable laugh. Thrashing around, she reaches for my plump pillow and whacks me across the head with it. She has just made my bed-head-hair worse! I feign shock before grabbing another pillow and thumping her across the head with it in retaliation.

Sonny snorts with laughter, trying to crawl away from me to reclaim her pillow, but I pull her by the legs away from it, dive over the top of her and reach for it myself. I grasp it in my hand, ready to throw it, when Sonny wriggles away from under me, still hooting with laughter, and grabs another two from the head of the bed. She dives forwards and bangs the pillows against the sides of my head like musical cymbals.

She falls back then, laughing hysterically, rolling around on my bed. "Y-Your h-hair!" She chortles to herself. I grab the pillows she dropped and chuck them at her as hard as I can, making sure to mess up her hair too. Sonny tries half-heartedly to bat away the pillows, but her laughter doesn't allow her to do so.

I reach down again to tickle her waist, my fingers digging into her sides, and she tries to squirm away. "Cha-" She wriggles and writhes to get away, but I attack her hips even harder until she's panting for breath. Just when I think she's about to surrender, she flips me by the shoulder and I land on my back with a thud, and then she's doing the same to me. Her face looks determined as she attempts to tickle me back, but when I don't struggle against her, she digs her fingers harder into my hips and I arch against her, yelping. I immediately grab her wrists, roll her over and pin her to the bed.

Sonny's still smiling, panting heavily, her chest swiftly moving up and down, trying to distract me. "You surrender?" I ask her, holding her wrists to the bed like chains.

Sonny shakes her head defiantly.

"Well, okay then." I shrug and place her two captive hands in one of mine, and I use my other hand to tickle her left hip until she's twisting and squirming against me.

"Ahh! Fine, I give!"

I get off of her with a smirk. "Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, when will you ever learn? Chad Dylan Cooper always wins."

Sonny pouts, jumping up from the bed. She opens a drawer, finds a shirt, and tosses it at me. "Put a shirt on." She instructs, strolling out the room. "And drink your coffee, it's getting cold."

"Thanks, Sonny." I smile after her. She really is perfect.

...

You may be wondering, why are Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Monroe sharing the same apartment? Well, I'll tell you. After Sonny's mom moved back to Wisconsin, Sonny wanted to stay in LA to pursue an acting career. Having nowhere to go she asked me, her seemingly best guy-friend, if she could stay with me for a few days. But what I realised was that Sonny was best at repelling when she lived at my house. She practically lived there anyway with all the calling up I did; this just made it a little more permanent.

So when Sonny started to get ready to go house-hunting with Tawni Hart, I proposed that she should stay here and we could be roomies with one rule; Sonny had to bring me her special breakfast every morning.

...

"Was breakfast to your satisfaction, Mr. Dylan Cooper?" Sonny asks cheekily, pulling on her coat.

I finish buttoning up my shirt and grin at her, "Not really, but beggars can't be choosers."

"Oi!" She protests, coming to stand in front of me. "Says the doofus with jam around his mouth." She wets her finger with a swipe of her tongue and rubs the jam of my face.

"Sonny!" I whine. I hate it when she does that.

"Don't be such a baby." She reprimands.

"Don't be such a Random." I retort back quickly.

"Random? Really, Chad? Really?"

I nod defiantly.

"Hate to break it to you but that show ended three years ago." Even though she's joking I can tell she's still a little wistful.

"Thank the Lord." I blurt out.

She sticks out her tongue and puts her keys, complete with a pink fluffy monster key ring, in her bag. "You nervous about this audition?" She asks.

I shrug. "Not really; I'm pretty good at first impressions."

"Wish that were true for me." Sonny inputs wistfully.

"Are you busy for lunch?" I ask, checking the time.

"No; need me to repel someone?" She asks as if it's the most normal thing to say in the world.

"Yeah, this chick I'm dating; Angela. She's getting a little bit clingy. She's been going on forums as 'Angela Dylan Cooper', so I'm a little freaked out."

Sonny giggles. "Angela Dylan Cooper? Wow, that's going a little far."

"Tell me about it."

"Well I think I'm gonna be busy till about one, but if you bring her here after your audition then I'm sure I can get rid of her for you."

"You're a star." I ruffle her hair, grab my wallet and shades and head out into the corridor.

"Goodbye, Penty." I say, patting the door.

Sonny laughs, closing the door behind her. "Can't you just call it Penthouse?"

"Her name is Penty."

"Fine, Penty it is." Sonny laughs all the way down the corridor.

...

And so I rushed my way through the audition (and still got it of course) so I could arrange a date with Angela. Of course, the main reason I'd asked her out was because she seemed like the stalker type. I liked the stalker type. When they were all clingy, Sonny would do anything to get rid of them. And if that meant making out with me, well I could just about live with that.

What? I'm a guy.

...

I eat the pasta slowly while listening to Angela go on and on about Patrick Star. I'm not really sure what she's been going on about for the past forty minutes beforehand, but I do know that Sonny is half an hour late and I'm starting to worry I'll be stuck with this chick all day.

"So, Chad," I snap out of my reverie. "You live with Sonny, right?"

I nod, taking another mouthful.

"And you're just friends, right?" She interrogates again.

I grin; Sonny's name might be my meal ticket out of this. "Uh ... I guess." I look a little wistful, my amazing acting skills coming into practice.

"You guess?" She asks quickly. Wow, this girl is insecure.

I nod, acting shy.

She rests her chin coyly on her hand, twirls her hair around her finger, and smiles a tight smile. "Well then ... What does she mean to you?"

"Everything." I answer quickly.

She frowns. "I have guy friends and they don't mean everything to me."

I shrug, knowing that this will get to her.

"Are you in love with her?" she asks bluntly.

Once again I take another mouthful and ignore the question.

She stands up, pushing her chair out of the way. "Chad! Darn it! Are you in love with her or not?"

I swallow down the food and give a small shrug. "I don't know! What is love?"

She bangs her fist on the table and comes to stand in front of me. "Do you see her as a friend or more?"

"Chad? You home?" A voice comes from the doorway; I hear Sonny shut the door behind her and jostle her keys.

"Speak of the devil." Angela mutters under her breath.

"Sonny!" I happily greet, making sure my eyes lighten up at just the mention of her name.

Sonny pops her head around the corner and smiles. "Hey, Chad."

While Angela looks Sonny up and down, I mouth 'friends' to her.

"Hey, person who is not Chad." She giggles to herself and strolls into the room, her hand extended. "I'm Sonny."

Angela, with a little resistance, shakes back. "Angela."

"Aww, that's such a pretty name!" Sonny coos.

Angela relaxes a little, unable not to love Sonny already.

I'm out of my chair for the usual ritual as I come to stand beside Sonny. "Your names the prettiest one I've heard Sonny." I say sweetly, saying my line on queue.

Sonny giggles and playfully pushes me.

Angela, clearing her throat, steps in between the two of us, like these girl chicks usually do. "Why don't we finish the conversation we were just having, Chad?" she asks, seemingly cold again.

Sonny, pretending to look intrigued, smiles. "What conversation?"

"Nothing!" I say quickly, knowing that Angela will soon reveal that I 'love' Sonny.

"Is something going on?" Sonny asks innocently, her brows furrowed.

Angela, hand on hip, glares at me. "Are you or are you not in love with Sonny?"

"I...I don't know!"

Sonny fake-gasps. "You don't know if you love me...?" She frowns, asking tentatively. "Do ... Do you love me, Chad?"

I shrug shyly. "I-I don't know, Sonny … I mean ... do you?" I ask Sonny in return, closing the space between us so Angela is frozen out.

Sonny looks down, batting her eyelashes. "I don't know either." She says hoarsely, almost as if she's saying it honestly.

"I think I know." I say quietly, rocking on my heels uncomfortably.

Angela, taking the bait, has a sudden change of heart and steps in between us. "How long have you two been friends?" she asks.

We frown, looking at each other. "Seven years." We answer simultaneously.

She turns to face me, putting her hands on both my shoulders. "How does Sonny make you feel? Whenever she's around."

Biting my lip, I answer honestly. "Nervous. And ... happy."

"Do you get jealous if you see her with someone else?"

I nod, not even lying.

"Do you want to be with her all the time?"

"Yes." I say hoarsely.

"Tell her, then." She encourages, moving out of the way and lightly pushing me towards Sonny.

"Sonny, I—" I trail off as if I can't say it. "I—" I growl in frustration. "Sonny I..."

"I love you, too." Sonny, as she usually does, runs at me, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me.

I spin her around a little and wait until I can hear the door shut before dropping her back down on her purple high heels.

"Where were you?" I ask agitatedly.

Sonny, looking a little surprised, shrugs. "Just out." She goes and gets a bottle of water from the side, unscrews it and takes a sip.

"With a guy?" I ask quickly.

Sonny laughs, pushing my side. "Shut up. Actually I went with Selena and Tawni. Haven't caught up in ages!"

I chuckle, immediately relieved. "Thanks for getting me out of that."

"You're welcome." She puts the water back on the side and throws off her shoes, then tromps off to the living room and falls back onto the sofa.

I follow her inside and laugh as she rubs her feet, wincing.

"My feet are so sore." She whines, rubbing them through her tights.

I sit down next to her and pull her feet onto my lap.

She raises an eyebrow, but does as I instruct with my hand gestures and swivels round so she can lie down.

She sighs contently as I rub her feet and grins. "This is a first."

I rub the sole a little and smile. "Well, Chad Dylan Cooper is full of surprises."

Sonny is silent and contemplative for a while, but she soon breaks the silence. "Where do you think we'll be in ten years?" Sonny asks dreamily, closing her eyes.

"We as in us ... or we as in where will you be and where will I be?"

Sonny opens her eyes and giggles. "Fine, where do you think you'll be?"

"Maybe I'll finally get that dream mansion," I muse. "But I suppose there's no point if you're just living by yourself, is there?"

Sonny starts, her eyes widening. "Are you saying you ... want to settle down?"

Rubbing the ticklish spot on the side of her foot, I chuckle. "Don't sound so surprised."

She squirms a little to try to get me to stop tickling her. "It's not that. I just ... I thought girls were just ... chicks to you. I never thought you'd want to get married."

"Of course I do ... some day. I'd love a little boy and two twin girls." I tell her decisively.

Sonny smiles tenderly. "Me too. But the boy has to be the oldest so he protects the girls."

"Oh, of course!" I agree, nudging her with my free arm.

Sonny stretches and pulls her feet from my hand, twists around, and places her head where her feet were, on my lap. She shuffles around until she's looking up at me. "That was very nice." She murmurs.

I smirk. "Well, I'm talented at everything. You know that."

"How about I give you a massage later?" Sonny asks out of the blue. I raise an eyebrow and she blushes. "I mean ... if you want to and if that wouldn't be awkward or ... uh... whatever!"

"How about you save those massages for when I really need them, when Chaddy junior and the twins start playing me up." I tease with a twinkle in my eyes.

Sonny throws her head back and laughs. "You are so on!"

I chuckle too. "So what shall we call the twins?"

Sonny frowns in thought. "Uh ... the first one should be called ..."

"Do I get to name any of our girls?" I ask teasingly.

Sonny wrinkles her nose and shakes her head in my lap. "Nope, you get to choose their middles names. And you are not naming our first boy Chad."

"What if I decide I want all the girls' middle names to be Dylan?" I smirk, knowing that will bug her.

She laughs. "Well, I'll call all of our children Zac then."

I glare at her. "You wouldn't dare."

Sonny sits up and pushes my shoulder lightly. "Calm down, this is never really going to happen is it?"

Ouch. Why did that hurt? "I guess not..."

Sonny smiles, it looks to me a little wistful, but that could just be my wishful thinking. She walks over to her closet, gets out some new, not-so-high shoes and puts them on.

"Going out again?" I ask from my place on the sofa.

Sonny grabs her handbag from the side and straightens up. "Gotta get out there and make those three kids happen." She teases, grabbing her keys and walking to the door.

I feel a little stab in my guy at the thought of her making those three kids with someone else. "Will you be home for dinner?"

She flashes a brief smile. "Yes, pizza, please, Chef Cooper." Then she opens the door and swings it closed behind her.

...

Of course I wasn't going to make the pizza. I'd got Harriet for that. However, the more Sonny and I were joking about having little kids, the more I could see myself becoming a father. Of course I didn't know who I'd want kids with; I hadn't come to the realisation then that Sonny was the one for me. But for some strange unknown reason, I could feel myself craving a ... family.

A family was something I'd seldom had when growing up. That probably made me the way I was. Being an only child was lonely, and especially since my parents spent most of their times abroad without me. Going out with multiple girls was a defense mechanism of sorts.

But maybe a defense mechanism wasn't what I needed. Maybe what I needed was staring me in the face the whole time.

...

AN: So I am back! Back with a bang? I don't know :S Maybe you could tell me xD Hehe, so I was really worried about posting this thing. I'm not sure if I like it or not, but my forum friends forced me :P Haha anyway, talking of forums. Guess who I get to talk to? DANCINGRAINDROPS! SHE DEDICATED A FIC TO ME! :O She's my fave author AND so nice! If you wanna join the infamous forum :P Lol! Then http:/ forum. fanfiction. net/topic/75650/27382407/23/#27583196 (take out spaces) Follow that link and press "reply" to a post! If you need help, PM me! :) The more the merrier as I say ;D Hope you liked. I'm thinking 3/4 chapters :) The 2nd one is already done :D Yay organized me :P

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