On the Street of Dreams

Chapter summary: “Yes, Sir and I do apologize, but… We may have a problem, Sir.”

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A Not So Secret Secret

Ryuichi was in a state of shock. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it, shock rendering him speechless. He tried a second time with the same results. When he felt his legs about to give out, he plopped down in the desk chair he had vacated only seconds before. His breath whooshed out in a sigh. Staring at the blinking cursor on the blank computer screen he finally managed to whisper, “Wow.”

Eiri took a deep drag from his cigarette. The tip glowed in the rapidly falling twilight. Turning around, he leaned back against the porch railing and blew out a thin stream of grey smoke. He shivered violently in the chill evening air. He hated winter.

His brother’s husband’s shock over the news was not much of a surprise. It was the same reaction both Shuichi and he had when they opened the card earlier.

It took several tries before Ryuichi was able to speak again. “M-my dad?”

“That’s what the check said,” Eiri said. It did not make much sense though. Why would he send an unsigned card, but include a check that clearly had his name printed on it? Mr. Shindou could have just sent cash if he wanted to remain anonymous.

“But…That…I don’t…Wow,” the singer managed to say.

Eiri took another drag on his cigarette and watched Shuichi through the closed sliding glass doors as he slept on the couch in front of the television, the glow from the TV played across his face. He smirked as in his sleep Shuichi tossed and turned before settling back down with a contented sigh, a protective hand over his bulging stomach.

“That…just doesn’t…,” came Ryuichi’s voice over the phone, snapping him out of his musings. The older singer sighed. “I mean…” He sighed again, raking his hands through his hair. “I didn’t think he’d do something like that, ya know? I mean, it just doesn’t…seem like him. I don’t know. It’s just a shock, I guess. I mean, I told Shuichi that Dad might come around one day, but…I didn’t really think…”

“Then it’s not just me.”

Ryuichi blinked. “Huh?”

Eiri took a final drag of his cigarette and tossed it on the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his shoe as he told the man about his suspicions.

“Hmm.” Ryuichi pushed away from his desk and stood up. He walked across the room and stared blankly out the window. “Well,” he said slowly. “I almost hate to say this, but it’s possible that, well, Dad didn’t send the check.”

“What do you mean?” Eiri demanded, straightening.

“Well,” Ryuichi drawled. He walked back to his desk and sat down with a grunted sigh. “Ma and Dad have a joint account, but it’s in his name. Well, actually, technically it’s his account, but Ma uses it too.”

“That’s stupid.”

Ryuichi shrugged. “I know, but…” He sighed. “I mean, Ma takes care of all the bills. She’s a math wiz.”

Eiri cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure she’s Shuichi’s mother?”

Ryuichi laughed.

“Okay. So, your mother takes care of all the bills, but…it was your father’s signature on that check.”

“Hm, yes. He’d have to sign them since the account’s in his name and he usually doesn’t look at what he’s signing. Ma writes the checks and gives them to Dad to sign.”

The wheels in Eiri’s mind started spinning. “So… That means that your mother might have sent us that check.”

“Hm. It’s possible, but what about the card?”

“Maybe your father sent the card. That would explain why there’s no signature.”

Ryuichi nodded slowly. “O-kay. So then…”

“She could’ve seen the card and tricked him into signing that check which she included in the card.”

“I guess.” Ryuichi sighed and sagged down in the chair, resting his head against the back of the chair. “It seems to...I don’t know… tricky, ya know?”

“Hm. Well,” Eiri said, “I guess it doesn’t really matter. It made Shuichi happy to realize that his folks might not hate him after all.” He turned around and stared into the apartment. A soft, gentle smile crossed his face when his gaze landed on his sleeping fiancé. “It’s all that really matters,” he whispered.

*

It was the wee hours of the morning when a truck pulled up in front of the dark convenience store. The driver cut the engine and grabbed his clipboard. He went down the list until he found the store and checked to see the quantity he was to deliver. Then he stepped onto the sidewalk and walked around to the back of his truck. Sliding open the back door, he lifted himself into the truck, grabbed several bundles of stacked newspapers and walked up to the store, stacking them before the door. He then walked back to his truck, shut and locked the back door and slid back behind the wheel. He started the engine and pulled into traffic, vanishing down the street as he headed towards his next stop.

*

A man half an hour later was walking past the convenience store. He glanced briefly at the stack of papers. The brown paper wrapped around one of the bundles had come loose and the picture revealed underneath caught his attention. Curious, he bent over and carefully wiggled the top one out of the stack. He held the paper up to the light and glanced over the article. His eyes bugged out of his head.

“Oh, shit,” he gasped in alarm. Folding the paper under his arm, he grabbed his cell phone and speed dialed his boss’s number, his heart pounding.

*

Tohma stared at the glowing red numbers without really taking them in. Sighing, he flipped onto his back, draping an arm across his brow and glanced up at the ceiling. Dropping his arm, he turned his head to glance at his sleeping wife. She was curled up on her side, her back to him, under mounds of blankets. Only the top of her head was visible.

Suddenly, the silence of the apartment was shattered by an unnaturally loud ringing that caused Tohma’s heart to leap out of his chest, though he outwardly appeared calm. The phone rang again. Not wanting it to wake up his wife, he sat up, tossed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, he reached for the phone on the nightstand, cutting it off mid-ring.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

“Mr. Seguchi? This’s Jonouchi, Sir.”

“Jonouchi. What can do for you?” He glanced at the alarm clock. “You do realize what time it is.”

“Yes, Sir and I do apologize, but… We may have a problem, Sir.”

Tohma raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what problem would we have at five o’clock in the morning?”

“Uhm, well… It has to do with your brother-in-law, Sir.”

No more needed to be said. Tohma’s face faltered. He felt the floor drop out underneath him as he flopped back down onto the bed. This was bound to happen sooner or later. He was just surprised it had taken this long.

“Sir?” came Jonouchi’s voice, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Call Katsuhiko, Tomino and Ohkawara,” he ordered. “I’ll met you at NG in an hour.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Cradling the phone, Tohma dropped his head in his hands with a sigh. He felt the bed shift behind him.

“Tohma,” his wife called softly. “Who was that? What’s going on?”

Lifting his head, Tohma dropped his hands and turned around to face his wife. She had a worried expression on her face.

*

Golden hazel eyes snapped open. Eiri stared blankly into the veil of darkness the enveloped the bedroom. A hazy fog enveloped his mind. Blinking, he wondered briefly where he was and what was going on. Then his eyelids grew heavy and fluttered shut. It seemed like only seconds later when his eyes snapped back open at the sudden pounding that echoed unexpectedly through the apartment, shattering the stillness.

Eiri stared up at the ceiling blankly, trying to focus. When the knocking came again, he turned his head to the side and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand by Shuichi’s side of the bed. He frowned, unable to comprehend or make sense of the red numbers glowing brightly back at him. When the fog surrounding his brain finally lifted, he growled. It was not even five-thirty in the morning! Whoever was at the door was going to get their asses kicked in. He stared at the door, suddenly wide awake as the knocking reverberated through the apartment for a third time, sounding unnaturally loud in the silence of the apartment.

Besides him, Shuichi groaned and began to stir. He heard the rustle of sheets. “Whazzat?” came the barely coherent voice behind him.

Eiri swore under his breath. “It’s nothing, Shuichi. Just go back to sleep, okay?” Leaning over, he brushed their lips together. As he straightened, Shuichi mumbled something he could not decipher, before turning over and falling back to sleep. As Eiri watched the kid sleep, his face softened. God, how did he gotten so lucky?

That annoyingly persistent knocking once again sounded, snapping Eiri out of his ministrations. Grumbling, he stood up and made his way blindly to the bedroom door. It took everything he had not to stomp his feet like he was six years old. He also had to quell the urge to rip the door off its hinges. Instead, he quietly opened and shut the bedroom door behind him.

Eiri continued to grumble irately as he padded barefoot through the cold apartment to the front door. He glanced through the peep hole. Who he saw had him cursing angrily. He slipped the chain back, turned the dead bolt and threw open the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” he roared angrily. “Do you realize what time it is? Most normal people are sleeping at five-thirty in the morning.”

Tohma took in his brother-in-law’s appearance. He was bare chested, wearing only a pair of flannel pajama bottoms that were riding low on his hips. His black hair was mussed. “I never realized just how sexy you were, Eiri. I must say, I envy Shuichi.”

Eiri sneered. He had the urge to slam the door in his brother-in-laws face. “If all you did was come here to-”

“Can’t take a compliment can you, Eiri?”

Eiri growled warningly. He was in no mood for the shit. It was too early.

Tohma sighed, shaking his sadly. “Are you always this moody?”

“What do you think?” Eiri barked. “It’s five-thirty in the freaking morning. Now, was there a point to this visit?”

Tohma’s expression suddenly became serious.

Eiri caught the change instantly.

“Actually, there is. There is something I need to discuss with both you and Shuichi.” He reached inside his coat and pulled out a rolled up newspaper.

“What’s this?” Eiri asked, taking it.

“Remember when you told me yesterday that you thought you were being watched?”

“Yeah,” Eiri drawled.

“Well, it seems you were right.”

Eiri could only blink at the older man. What was he talking about? He turned and walked into the living room. Behind him, he heard the front door shut with a muffled click. Eiri walked over to the couch and flicked on the lamp. He unfolded the paper and held it out at arms length, holding it in the light. It would be better if he had his glasses, but he did not feel like trekking all the way to the bedroom.

Squinting, he read the headline. At first he did not understand what it was he was reading. The second time, he got that it was about Shuichi and him. The third time he read the headline, he understood that when Ryuichi took Shuichi and him shopping yesterday, someone from the press spotted them. The forth time he read it, Eiri understood that they were in deep shit.

Tohma watched his brother-in-law closely for any reaction, but the blond writer’s face retained the same impassive expression.

“Eiri?” came the timid voice.

Tohma glanced over his shoulder and Eiri lifted his head and saw Shuichi standing in the hallway in a long, billowing flannel nightgown. The boy yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“Shuichi, what’re you doing up?”

“You weren’t in bed and I got scared,” the boy admitted. Dropping his arm, Shuichi blinked heavy, gritty eyes and looked up, noticing Tohma for the first time. He blinked in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Eiri held up the paper.

“What’s that?” Frowning, Shuichi waddled into the living room and took the paper out of his lover’s hands. He scooted towards the lamp and tipped the paper towards the light. “’Author Eiri Yuki Caught with Underaged Lover’,” he read out loud. Underneath the caption was a picture of the two of them from yesterday from when they were at the store with Ryuichi doing some shopping for the baby. In the photo, the two of them were holding hands as they followed Ryuichi through the parking lot. His frown deepening, Shuichi glanced up at his betrothed. “I don’t understand.”

Eiri yanked the paper out of Shuichi’s hands. “It means our secret is not a secret any longer.”

Shuichi blinked stupidly for several long seconds. He did not understand. His mind was a jumbled mess and nothing was making any sense. Their secret? What was he talking about? He stared down at the black and white grainy photo blankly. Their secret was no longer secret? That meant that it was public knowledge then right? But what was-?

“Oh, God!” he cried out in panic as it hit him upside the head. The paper rustled as his hands began shaking. The color drained out of his face and his eyes bulged out of his head.

He was all too aware of the risks involved with becoming sexually involved with Eiri. He, being only sixteen, was technically still a minor and Eiri, being twenty-two, could get in very serious trouble if it ever got out that he was having sex with someone under the age of seventeen. Shuichi loved Eiri with all his heart and did not want to get him into any trouble. Things had been going so well that he guessed they all just slacked off and now they were paying the price for that. Did that mean that Eiri would be…? Would he be taken away from him?

“No!” he shouted in panic and alarm.

Eiri and Tohma jumped in unison.

“Shuichi?”

“No!” Shuichi cried again. He threw himself at his future husband with a sob, knocking the writer off balance. He hugged Eiri tightly, tears coursing down his face. “You can’t!” he wept.

Eiri blinked in confusion and surprise at Shuichi’s outburst. He wrapped his arms loosely around Shuichi’s shoulders as he regained his balance. “Can’t what, Shuichi?” he asked the boy gently.

Shuichi shook his head vigorously. Lifting his head, he glanced up at him through his tears. His face was flushed. His wet cheeks glistened in the lamp light. “Leave me!” he cried. Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut. Fisting his hands, he pounded Eiri’s chest. “You promised! You promised,” he echoed himself softly. “I won’t let you go!” He sobbed. “I can’t do this by myself,” he wept quietly. “I know being with me is dangerous,” he continued. “I know the consequences and I hate that I’m the reason… I never wanted to cause you any trouble, but, but I won’t let you leave me! I don’t want to be all alone!” he sobbed.

Eiri lifted his head and exchanged a sympathetic look with Tohma. Tightening his hold on the mother of his child, Eiri rested his chin on the top of the singers head. “You won’t have to be,” he whispered.

Shuichi sniffed and tightened his hold.

“And you’ve never caused me any trouble,” Eiri continued. “I’m with you because I want to be and if that means having to go to prison, then so be it,” he admitted. “I love you, Shuichi Shindou and I don’t care who knows it. I want us to be a family. I’m not going anywhere.” He buried his face in his lover’s hair.

With a sob, Shuichi buried his wet face against Eiri’s chest.

“Don’t worry, Shuichi. I promise you that everything will be okay. Nobody will take you away from Eiri or Eiri away from you.”

Eiri lifted his head and looked at his brother-in-law. What was he up to? What was he scheming?

Shuichi turned his head and stared at his old friend through his tears.

The sudden shrill ringing of a phone shattered the silence that had fallen around them. Tohma reached into his coat and pulled out his cell phone. “Yes,” he said curtly. “…Good. I’ll be there in,” he glanced at his watch, “fifteen minutes. In the meantime, bring them up to speed.” He snapped his phone shut and glanced up at his brother-in-law and his fiancé. “I want the two of you at NG by eight. I’ll explain everything then.”

“We’ll be there,” Eiri said with a nod.

Shuichi nodded in agreement.

“Good.” The man tipped his head and melted into the shadows of the hallway. A silent click informed them that the man had left.

Feelings eyes on him, Eiri glanced down at his young lover. Shuichi was looking up at him with those wide, puppy god eyes. He felt himself melting underneath that gaze. He was so whipped. “What?”

Shuichi glanced towards the front door. “Do you think everything will be alright?” He looked back up at him, his round violet eyes pleading with him to tell him just that.

Eiri smirked and pulled Shuichi into a hug. He kissed the top of his head. “Yes, Shuichi. I do.” He was not sure if he truly believed that or if he had just fooled himself into believing it. What he did know was that he wanted it to be true.

*

(Several Hours Later)

The door to the conference room opened and Shuichi waddled inside, with his fiancé and boss right behind him. He walked over to the nearest chair, pulled it out and sank down into it gratefully. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and sighed. Thank God that was over with. He had never been so exhausted before in his life. Speaking with the press was more tiring than being pregnant. They just were never satisfied.

“Well,” Tohma said as he walked around to the head of the table. “I think that went rather well.”

Eiri snorted from his seat besides Shuichi. “They’re like a pack of ravenous wolves. I wish they’d mind their own business.”

“You can’t blame them, Eiri. This is the juiciest piece of news they’ve had for quite some time.”

“That just means they have such pathetic little lives and too much time on their hands.”

Tohma conceded the point, smiling. “Be that as it may, Eiri, you have to look at it from their point of view. To the press and to your fans, you are known as a stoic, cold, heartless bachelor who avoids commitment and relationships like the plague.”

Shuichi smirked and snorted at that. His blond writer had them all fooled.

Eiri glared at the boy, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Tohma gave a smirk of his own. “Then it comes to their attention that you are involved with someone. Shock number one. But not only are you dating someone, this ‘someone’, they find out, is pregnant. Shock number two. They then realize that this pregnant ‘someone’ you’re seen with is a neutral. Shock three. Then the grand finale comes when they learn this guy is no more than a boy. A minor.”

Eiri sighed and rolled his eyes. That just went to show how pathetic their sorry little lives actually were.

Shuichi opened his eyes and glanced at Eiri with a heavy heart. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. There was a mix of emotions racing across his face. “I’m sorry about what they said, Eiri. About you being a pervert and child molester.”

Eiri shrugged. It had hurt, but he could see where they would think that.

Tohma had quickly diffused that situation by announcing that Eiri and Shuichi did not have a sexual relationship. It was a lie of course, but given the alternative, it was a lie they were all willing to live with. Of course, the press had not bought it because Shuichi was clearly pregnant. And unless the baby was conceived immaculately, it was obvious that the two of them did indeed have a sexual relationship.

Once again, Tohma came to the rescue. He explained the father of Shuichi’s unborn child was Taki Aizawa, Shuichi’s ex-boyfriend. The couple broke up and Shuichi started dating Eiri before Shuichi realized he was pregnant. Then, unfortunately, Aizawa died in a car accident shortly after finding out he was to be a father. And with the permission of the Aizawa family, Eiri planned on adopting the child and raising it as his own. It was not exactly the truth, but neither was it a lie. Thankfully, the press bought it hook, line and sinker.

A man who worked for one of the country’s top music magazines asked why Eiri, a famous romance writer who could have any girl he pleased, would choose to be with a sixteen year old neutral and raise a child that was not his.

“Have you ever been in love before, Mr. Fujiwara?”

“Well, yes, sir. I have.”

“And would you do anything for that person?”

“Of course.”

Tohma spread his hands out. “There’s your answer.”

Of course, there was always that one person who could not leave well enough alone. This time it had been some woman from a Christian magazine.

“Do you really think that them not having a sexual relationship makes it alright for them to be involved?” a person called out. “Mr. Shindou is still a minor.”

“Shuichi is sixteen. He will become of age in April and then it will no longer be an issue. Eiri, though we tend to forget, is only twenty-two. Besides, we all grew up together and Shuichi’s guardians know and trust Eiri and have supported and allowed their courtship. They have set strict rules and guidelines,” Tohma added. “They even granted Eiri permission to marry Shuichi.”

“I think what shocked them the most,” Tohma said, “was finding out that you were finally settling down, getting married and having a baby.”

Eiri snorted. “They can get in line behind me.”

“I think you broke a lot of hearts today, Eiri.”

Eiri smirked devilishly.

“But,” he continued, his tone becoming serious, “I did not like that woman. If we are not careful, she could cause a lot of trouble for all of us.”

Eiri stared at his brother-in-law. He did not even have to ask who he was talking about.

“Shindou’s family my approve of their relationship, Mr. Seguchi, and you may trust Mr. Yuki with him, but in the end it all comes down to Mr. Shindou being only sixteen years old.”

“We will have to keep an eye on her.”

Eiri narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. If that woman continued to stir up trouble, he would personally deal with her.

“And Shuichi,” Tohma continued, turning towards the young singer, “I know you wanted to keep the fact that Ryuichi is your brother quiet.”

Shuichi nodded. It was not that he was embarrassed or humiliated to have thee Ryuichi Sakuma as his brother. It was the opposite in fact. He was proud Ryu was his brother. He looked up to him. He loved him and idolized him. His brother was his god. It was just that he wanted people to love Bad Luck for Bad Luck and not because the lead singer was the younger brother of Ryuichi Sakuma, the lead singer of Nittle Grasper. He did not want that to influence how they looked at them or judged them.

Tohma looked pointedly at the boy. “Knowing that you are Ryu’s younger brother will cause a surge of interest in Bad Luck. The public will be demanding a lot from you. They will be comparing you to your brother.”

Shuichi felt his heart sink. He had figured as much.

“For that I am sorry.”

Shuichi nodded, staring at his hands clasped over his pregnant belly. So was he. Putting out an album that would appeal and capture the attention of the public was stressful, taxing and demanding to begin with. It was a hit or miss situation and they did not need the extra pressure of being compared to a super group like Nittle Grasper. There just was no comparison. It was a battle nobody could win.

“But in the end, I believe the fact that Ryuichi is your brother will have nothing to do with whether Bad Luck makes it in the music business or not. It will come down to talent pure and simple. If they think you are terrible, it won’t matter if you’re Ryu’s brother or the President of the Galactic Empire.”

Despite the very real threat that Bad Luck might not be even worthy to qualify as dirt on the floor underneath the pedestal that Nittle Grasper sat on, Shuichi giggled.

“Bad Luck will vanish before they even arrive.”

His smiling slipping, Shuichi stared his boss dead in the eye. “You think so?”

Tohma stared right back at the boy. “I do.”

Shuichi smiled brightly. “Thanks, Tohma.”

“I’m counting on you, Shuichi. I’m counting on all of you. Don’t make me regret my decision.”

“You won’t,” Shuichi said seriously.

“I hope not.”

Shuichi stared down at his hands that were unconsciously rubbing his belly. Suddenly he was very nervous. About the album, the baby, his relationship with Eiri. All of it. Everything.

Eiri draped an arm around Shuichi’s shoulders and played with the ends of his hair. The kid needed to get a haircut he noticed.

“Thanks, Tohma,” Shuichi said, breaking the silence. “For everything.”

Tohma gave the boy a true smile and inclined his head. “You’re very welcome, Shuichi.”

Eiri removed his arm and grabbed Shuichi’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Shuichi turned his head and smiled warmly at him. Unable to help himself, Eiri leaned over and brushed their lips together. “I love you,” he whispered, pulling back.

“I love you, too,” Shuichi whispered back.

As Eiri leaned forward to steal another kiss, Shuichi at the last minute pulled back. “Shuichi?” Eiri asked confused and concerned.

“Uhm, Eiri?” Shuichi blushed and lowered his head. His free hand played the ends of his shirt.

“What?” he asked cautiously.

“Uhm, do you think, uhm, we could…”

Eiri watched his lover with an eyebrow cocked. “Could we what?”

“Could we go to, uhm…”

“Go where?” he asked carefully through narrowed eyes.

Shuichi took a deep breath. “I wanttogotoNewYork,” he rushed out.

Eiri blinked as he tried to sort through the mumbled, jumbled mass. “What about New York?”

“I want to go.”

“You want to go to New York?” he repeated slowly.

Shuichi bit his lips and nodded, still not looking at Eiri.

Tohma just said back and watched the interplay in amusement.

Eiri stared at his fiancé hard for several long silent seconds. Then, “No.”

Disappointment swirled through Shuichi. He gasped and snapped his head up and around. “Why not?” he whined.

“Because I said so.”

“Eiri!” he moaned.

Eiri shook his head. “No, Shuichi.”

“Eiri! Please! I wanna go!” Shuichi stared at his boyfriend with his trademark chibi expression.

He felt his eye twitch. Damn that expression! It got him every time! Against his better judgment, he felt himself caving in. He heaved a heavy sigh. Tearing his eyes away from those large, tear filled violet beauties and trembling lower lip, Eiri sank back in the leather seat. “Why do you want to go to New York?”

Shuichi brightened immediately. He smiled and bounced in his seat. “Because I want to see that neutral exhibit.”

Eiri sighed again and massaged his throbbing temples. “You want to fly all the way to New York all just so you can go to a museum to see an exhibit that you can see in any museum here in Japan?” He could not believe him.

“Eiri,” Shuichi scolded, “it’s not just any museum and it’s not just any exhibit.”

“Really.” Eiri turned his head and gazed at the singer. Shuichi had his arms crossed over his chest and was glaring angrily at him. He sighed, feeling suddenly exhausted. Shuichi was frowning at him as if he should have known that was why he wanted to fly halfway around the world. Once again, he could not help but wonder if it was April yet.

“I want to go to New York and see that medical journal they found,” Shuichi stated firmly.

Ah! So that was it.

“Fine,” he sighed. Wait, what did he just say? He groaned inwardly. Dammit all to hell. He really was wrapped around the kid’s finger. He opened eyes he had not realized he had closed and glared at Tohma who had giggled. He knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Yes!” Shuichi cried, throwing his hands in the air. “How soon can we go?”

Eiri blinked. “What? How soon?”

Shuichi, grinning like a madman, nodded enthusiastically.

“Shuichi, in case you forgot, you’re six months pregnant. You’re in the middle of doing an album-”

“I wanna go now!” Shuichi bellowed, stomping his foot.

“Shuichi,” Eiri warned. His headache was getting worse and he was in desperate need of a cigarette.

“Now!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

As his brother-in-law and his fiancé continued to argue, Tohma sat back in his seat and watched with bicker back and forth. It was like a tennis match and he loved every second of it.

***

A/N: BTW, I haven’t forgotten about “Sorry” or “Because of You”. It’s just been a hectic month. Classes end in two weeks then I have exams. Then I have all summer off! Yes!