Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons (Part Six of the Family Sagas) ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

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Changing Seasons

"Oww, not fair, Donavon," Vaughn sputtered as his cousin sprinted past him in the park. "I'm nursing a sprained ankle here, courtesy of playing a hard game of racket ball with you the other day."

"Oh stop whining, Vaughn. You complain too much. I thought a brisk run through the park would be a good idea," Donavon said as he stopped and looked over his shoulder at him.

"You would," Vaughn snapped as he leaned across the bridge over the crystalline water below.

"I can hardly believe that we go back tomorrow," Donavon said as he looked up at the blue sky.

"Well this means you're half way through your college career. I still have three years at MIT," Vaughn shuddered a little.

"Well you said you would be able to take it. You're certainly smart enough," Donavon smirked.

"Yeah I may be smart enough and maybe crazy enough. But I know for damn sure that I'm not as crazy as Randy for being a triple major at NYU. I mean that girl is hard on herself. I mean you go to NYU and you're only business and law enforcement major. She's a business major, an English major, and a computer technology major. How hard can you get?" Vaughn said as he picked up a pebble and tossed it into the water below. He watched the ripples spread out over the glassy water. "It makes my mind ache just thinking about it."

Donavon laughed. "Oh come on. It isn't that hard. She's smarter then most of us put together. And you know she's always been up to the challenge. That girl doesn't know how to say no to them."

Vaughn sighed. "Well we all should know that." He turned and looked at his cousin. "And changing the subject, are you still in love with that little demoness?" he smirked.

Donavon glared at him. "What's the point of telling you? You would just be able to feel it radiating off of me like a space heater," he replied as he turned his back on him.

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Come on Donavon, you've been in love with her for what," he said counting his fingers, "the past eight, nine years. Time to move on."

Donavon turned back around and faced his cousin. "I tried, really I did. I dated Veronica and I dated a slew of other girls. But I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing for them. Dating Veronica was bad enough. How do you tell your girlfriend that you're in love with her best friend," he gritted out. "I never told Ver that I was in love with Randy. I didn't want to hurt her that way."

Vaughn looked into his cousin's flaring gray green eyes. "Then if you wanted Randy so bad, why did you let Miles have her? She was there and you let him step in."

"Because she didn't want me,Vaughn. I knew I wasn't what she needed or wanted," Donavon snapped as he walked off.

Vaughn shoved his hands through his thick platinum locks. At nineteen, he was now six foot one and no longer the slender sixteen-year-old he had once been. And he was more in tune with his empathic abilities that he happened to inherit from his father. "Vaughn, you baka. You shouldn't have pressed that issue again," he muttered to himself as he followed Donavon towards the penthouse that had been leased to him by his dad's cousin Eric. He lived there with Donavon and Randy since all three of them went to school in New York.

Donavon wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked out of the park and across the street to the building to which he lived with his cousin and the one woman he couldn't get out of his heart. He would never let her know that though. She was still Miles's girl and always would be. "Damn Vaughn for reading me so well," he hissed at himself as he rode the elevator up alone.

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Randy handed in her accounting final to the professor before she left the room. "Thank God, that's all over and done with," she sighed as she slung her book bag over her shoulder as she walked down the hall of the university. She hadn't changed much since sixteen. Her midnight hair now reached her waist and through it were blue strands she had dyed to match her eyes. And on the lower part of her back rode a tattoo that was only visible when she wore shirts that showed off her midriff like the one she had on today. The tattoo was a rose intertwined with a scythe and under it in small script letters it said "Death's Handmaiden." She walked down the street towards her home. She sighed as she walked over the sidewalk. She was not terrified of walking the streets alone. She knew enough martial arts to defend herself very well. She smiled at the thought of going home tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see her family, especially the newest addition, and Miles. It made her almost giddy. She leaned against the wall of the elevator as she went up. The door pinged and she stepped out into the hall and continued her way to the place she shared with Donavon and Vaughn. She opened the door. "I'M HOME!" she yelled.

"Oh good, the cook's home," Vaughn said, as he raced in from the terrace. He spotted Randy by the front door. He ignored his ankle as he went over to her and picked her up. "What's for dinner?" he asked, swinging her around.

"I walk into this door and you ask what's for dinner?" Randy asked pointedly as he put her down.

"I was only kidding, Randy," Vaughn said as he gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "How was your last final?"

"It was a bitch. I swore that woman made it too easy," she complained as she dropped her bag on the couch and walked towards the kitchen.

"It was a bitch because it was too easy? That's something I've never heard before," he said as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Trust me. It was too easy, I could have been exempt but no, the woman insisted that all her students take the damn final," Randy said as she got out a glass and slammed it on the counter.

"Whoa there, tiger, don't break the glassware because you pissed at the professor for making you take the final," Vaughn said, amused.

She turned and glared at him frostily. "Oh and weren't you the one bitching about the astrophysics final exam you had to take last week."

His amethyst eyes narrowed a little. "So?"

"So, you complained about it just like I did," Randy snapped.

"Hey are we in the arctic or something?" Donavon asked as he came into the kitchen and noticed his cousin and his best friend glaring at each other.

"No," Randy sighed as she pulled the fridge open and pulled out a carton of orange juice. "Just Vaughn telling me not to bitch about the exam I had to take today even though he bitched about his last week," she said as she poured herself a glass. She hopped onto the counter and swung her jean-clad legs back and forth. "I just want to go home."

"I hear you. I miss seeing my family," Donavon said as he sat on the barstool across from her. He tried not to look at her too long. He didn't want her to notice. As much as he had tried to tear her out of his heart, he couldn't get her to leave. She was threaded in his heart with no way out. "And I'm destined to love a woman, who is probably going to marry my brother. You had your chances and you blew them. So sue me if I'm almost the complete opposite of my brother when it comes to girls. I'm a little shy; it's not something to be ashamed of. " He raked his hand through his thick russet hair.

She looked over at Donavon and saw his odd expression. "Something wrong, Donavon?" she asked with concern.

"Nah, it's nothing," he replied with a wave of his hand. "Nothing my ass!"

Randy shrugged. "If you say so," she said as she hopped off of the counter as she drained her juice. "I'll be in my room if you guys need me," she said over her shoulder as she flounced out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room

Donavon stared after her. He felt Vaughn's eyes on him. "Don't say it," he said in a low voice.

"Wasn't going to say a word," Vaughn replied innocently, looking away from his cousin. "Not my fault you're a baka when it comes to girls."

Donavon turned to glare at his cousin again. "Do I have to repeat myself?" he growled.

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "No, don't want my ass kicked," he sighed as he left the kitchen. "Bakayaro," he muttered under his breath as he walked down the hall to his room.

Donavon pushed the heel of his hands into his eyes. "Unrequited love really sucks," he mumbled to himself.

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An ocean away…

"Randy comes home tomorrow," Hilde said as she looked over some papers.

"I know. I hate her going to school so far away," Duo replied as he sat on the floor next to the couch. He leaned his head back against her legs. "Tell me again, why we let our daughter go to school so far away?"

"Because we wanted her to be worldly," she replied as she looked down at him over the rims of her glasses.

"She could've been well rounded if she went to school somewhere in Europe," he mumbled, pouting slightly.

"I know, Duo, I miss her a lot too. But she's nineteen years old and we have to let her go sometime," Hilde said as she returned to the papers on her lap.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Duo said, frowning a little. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. "Hey none of that, young lady, you don't start stealing my remote control yet," he said as he plucked the remote from the tiny hands of his first grandchild, Alexandra Lynn, the daughter of Chris and Victoria. "Wait until you're older, then maybe you can steal the remote from me," he said as he gently pulled her against him. He felt his heart melt a little when she turned her cobalt blue eyes up at him. Golden hair glinted on her head from the lights. "Don't think that look is going to work on me. Your grandmother and your aunt have used the same look."

"And it gets us everywhere," Hilde snickered as she ruffled Duo's bangs. "Admit it sweetheart, you let Randy and me walk all over you. And you're going to let Alex walk all over you too."

"She's five months old. She's allowed. You and Randy just take advantage," he said as he looked back at her.

"And you let us because you love us so much," she said sweetly as she bent down and kissed his forehead.

Duo turned his attention back to Alex and sighed as she looked up at him sweetly. He sighed. "She's probably right," he said as he stood, picking her up. "Not like I would disagree about your grandmother walking all over me. But I have to keep some of the women in my family from walking all over me."

Alex's cobalt eyes blinked for a moment before she gurgled at him.

"I see you agree princess," Duo said as he walked into the kitchen to get her bottle. It was already nine at night. He leaned against the counter and watched her. He heard Hilde come in and he looked up and smiled at her. "Babe, were all our kids this tiny?" he asked softly.

"At one point," Hilde said as she came over and smoothed her fingers over Alex's soft skin. She smiled when her granddaughter curled her hand around her finger. "Why? Miss having little kids running around the house?" she asked, arching a brow at him.

"Sort of," he replied, grinning at her. "But you know what little devils our four children were and still are. They're just bigger." He looked down at Alex. "And I can already tell you, little lady, that you're probably going to be one too. It runs in the family."

"Got that right," Hilde said as she rolled her eyes. "And its all from your grandfather too," she smirked, "But you have to love him anyway. He's just way too cute," she said as she removed the bottle from Alex's mouth and put it on the counter. She took her from Duo's arms and walked back into the family room. She patted on Alex's back until she let out a burp. She swiftly changed her into pajamas and a new diaper before she started to sing a German lullaby that she had sung Chris, Jonathon, David, and Randy.

Duo watched her walk back and forth, rocking Alex. He loved to watch her and he liked hearing her sing. Her voice wasn't as powerful or as husky as Randy's, but it was still just as melodious. He smiled when she put Alex into the antique bassinet that he had bought three years earlier. "You have a beautiful voice, babe," he commented as her song came to an end.

Hilde smiled at him over her shoulder as she drew up the blanket over her. She walked back over to the couch where he was. She sat down on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Duo," she whispered.

"I love you too, Hilde," he said faintly as he kissed her forehead lightly. He wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the cushions of the couch.

"Duo?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you regret on not having any more children after Randy?" Hilde asked quietly. She lifted her head up a little to look up at him.

Duo gazed into her eyes and brushed back a lock of her midnight hair. "Sometimes, but you already gave me four wonderful children. I have three boys and a daughter. And I have you. I don't need anything more then that. And now I have Alex as well. I have a family that I love very much."

She plucked at the buttons of his black shirt absently. "I know you didn't want anymore after Randy because I went through a lot in giving birth to our daughter. But I would've gladly given you more children if you had wanted more."

"I wouldn't want to risk you for anything, babe. I love you too much now and I loved you too much then to let something happen to you," he replied as he buried his face against the side of her neck.

Hilde closed her eyes briefly as well. She reached up and found his chin with her fingers. She lifted it up and looked into his eyes. She smiled again and kissed him gently.

Duo returned his wife's kiss, tightening his arms around her. There was nothing more important to him then the women in his family. His wife, his daughter, and his granddaughter. And tomorrow his little girl was coming home.

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Randy peeked her head out of her bedroom. She had spent most of the afternoon and evening packing. And she wanted to have some fun on her last night in New York. She was going out with her friend Rita to a bar and that wasn't the only thing she was doing. She walked out of her room wearing knee high leather boots with a short black leather skirt. Her black satin top was sleeveless and somewhat tight. "I'm going out," she called as she hurried out the door. She wanted to have a little fun before she left.

Donavon came out of his room and heard the slam of the front door. "Randy?" he called. He scratched the side of his head. "Where did she go?"

Vaughn came out of the kitchen. "Well, she probably went out to have fun on her last night here. She's entitled. I also think her and Rita are going to that bar downtown. I think they're having a contest of some sort."

"What kind of contest?" Donavon asked, arching a brow at his cousin.

"Oh…a lingerie contest," Vaughn replied innocently.

Donavon choked on his soda. "A lingerie contest! And you let her go! What the hell are you thinking letting her do something like that!" he shouted at him.

"Hey Randy does what she wants, when she wants. And she knows she'll probably win. She does look damn good in a bikini," Vaughn smirked. He could see the steam coming from his cousin's ears. "So want to go see?"

Donavon gritted his teeth. "I'm going down there to stop her, that's what I'm going to do," he snapped as he slapped open the door.

"This ought to be good," Vaughn said as he followed, closing the door behind him.

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The trademark Maxwell smirk crossed Randy's features as she looked over her competition. She glanced over at her friend Rita. "I got it in the bag."

Rita shook her head. "You sound pretty confident that you'll win girl."

"I know I'll win. A Maxwell doesn't lose," Randy said as she began stripping.

Rita sighed. "Whatever you say, Randy," she said as she followed suit.

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Donavon and Vaughn walked into the bar. The number of men there didn't surprise them. Donavon sat down at the bar and watched as a girl walked back and forth across the stage. He snorted and crossed his arms. "I don't see her," he said to Vaughn.

"Hmm, oh you mean Randy," Vaughn said as he tore his eyes off of the waitress. He nodded to the bartender and he handed him two beers. "Drink up, cousin," he said as he handed Donavon a beer.

Donavon took it, but didn't drink it. He watched the crowd for Randy. "When I get my hands on her I'm going to wring her neck for pulling this," he muttered under his breath. He guessed the way the winner was picked by who got the loudest applause and catcalls. "I hope I don't have to knock any heads together tonight." His ears perked up when he heard the announcer call out the last girl.

"Tonight boys you get a real treat. She goes by the name Death's Handmaiden. Let's see what this self proclaimed bad girl can do," the announcer yelled.

Randy smirked even more when she stepped up onto the stage. The deep blue of her string bikini panties matched the heavy lace and satin push up bra she wore. She walked back and forth, swinging her hips.

Vaughn's mouth dropped open. "Allah is being oh so merciful right now," he said as he watched Randy. He glanced over at his cousin, who had turned his head away. He shook Donavon's shoulder. "I would look because this is the only look you're going to get of the woman you love with hardly any clothes on!"

Donavon turned his head back and watched her. His eyes glided over the sensuous curves of her body. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He downed his beer in one gulp. His angel on display for the whole world to see. And the more he denied that he didn't love her and didn't ache with the need to possess her, the more it hurt inside.

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Randy stopped next to the announcer, turning around once again, hearing the applause and the catcalls.

"Why do they call you Death's Handmaiden?" the announcer asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Randy replied, grinning wickedly. "Figure it out for yourself," she said with a toss of her ebony hair. She walked off of stage and put her hand over her pounding heart. "Damn what a rush that was." She saw Rita run over to her.

"Damn girl that was quite a show. You did put the rest of us to shame," Rita said laughing.

"Got that right," Randy chuckled.

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Donavon sat there for a moment. His jaw was set as he kept his teeth clenched. He pushed away from the bar and stalked towards the staging area.

Vaughn followed without hesitation. "Now this really ought to be good," he said as he hurried after him.

Donavon walked back where the other girls were. He didn't look at them; he was only looking for one. "Randy!" he yelled.

Randy turned her head at the sound of her name. She saw Donavon and his gray green eyes flashing. "Oh shit," she muttered under her breath.

Vaughn looked at the other girls as he followed Donavon over to Randy.

Randy put her hands on her hips; she was still only in her bra and panties. "What are you two doing here?" she asked a little angrily.

"Could ask you the same thing?" Donavon snapped as he pulled off his blue button down shirt and put it over her shoulders before he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder before she protested.

"Donavon, put me down!" Randy yelled as she pounded on his back.

He ignored it. He turned to look at Vaughn. "Get her clothes, we're leaving," he snapped as he carried a kicking and punching Randy out of the bar.

Vaughn picked up her clothes and followed. He'd never felt Donavon so pissed and jealous before. And the sexual vibes he picked up from his cousin were over the top. He snickered to himself as he put her clothes in the trunk of the car Eric had lent him. He got in the driver's side and looked in the review mirror at Randy. She looked pissed too. "Tonight just got even more interesting," he said to himself.

As soon as they reached the penthouse, Donavon still carried an angry Randy over his shoulder. He dropped her unceremoniously onto her bed. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"

"I WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME, THAT'S WHAT," Randy shouted back as she got to her knees. She had buttoned the shirt, but it left most of her thighs bare.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO TO THE BAR TO DO THAT! YOU WERE DAMN NEAR NAKED UP THERE!"

Vaughn passed by the closed door. He paused and listened.

"I DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!" Randy yelled.

"I PROMISED YOUR DAD AND MY BROTHER TO LOOK AFTER YOU, AND YOU GOING TO THE BAR TO WIN A LINGERIE CONTEST IS NOT IN THAT BOOK!" Donavon yelled back.

"Go to hell," Randy hissed. "I don't need looking after."

Donavon took her by the shoulders. "Yes, you do. And since your dad isn't here to do it, it falls on me," he growled.

"Fuck you," Randy snapped

"Oh man, didn't think she'd say that," Vaughn said to himself as he eavesdropped. He closed his eyes and felt the anger pouring off of Randy and off of Donavon. The sexual tension radiating off the both of them was almost palpable. He smirked.

Donavon could see how black Randy's eyes had turned, as she got angry. She was not a woman a guy wanted to piss off. But even he couldn't help but noticed the high color in her cheeks and her heaving breasts as she yowled at him. He yanked his gaze away from her chest and resolutely centered them on her face.

Randy saw fire in Donavon's eyes. She knew it usually took a lot to spark his temper and right now, it was rampaging loose inside of him.

And before he could even think of stopping himself, he hauled her forwards and kissed her hard. He twisted his fingers in the silkiness of her hair, holding her still. Her lips were warm and soft just like he had always imagined they would be. But she wasn't his to kiss and it made it all the more painful because he had to release her.

She was too stunned to even push him away. She felt her knees go a little rubbery. She was abruptly released and she pulled air into her lungs as she watched him take another look at her before opening her door and slamming it. She touched her lips with shaking fingers. They were tingling and felt bruised. "Donavon?" she whispered puzzled, as she dropped against the pillows in a heap.

Vaughn backed away from the door as it opened. He saw his cousin, looking like hell just got hotter as he walked to his bedroom and slammed that door too. "He kissed her. About time too," he said as he rubbed his hands together. He was just about to go to his room, when he heard a knock on the door. He walked back to the entranceway and opened the door to see Randy's brunette friend Rita. "Yes?" he asked.

"Randy won," Rita said as she handed him the check. She looked him up and down. "Say you're pretty cute."

"Glad you think so," Vaughn replied, grinning as he lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

"You're a smooth one aren't you? Call me sometime, Vaughn Winner. And I'll show you a real good time," she said as she leaned up and gave him a teasing kiss on the lips before sashaying down the hall to the elevators.

He closed the door and leaned against it. "Wow," was the only thing he could say.

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Donavon pounded the mattress of his bed. "What the hell were you thinking, you baka!" he hissed at himself. "You had no right to do that! None whatsoever!" He raked his hands through his hair in frustrated anger as he began pacing back and forth. He would have to admit that he had always thought of kissing her, subconsciously of course, but not like that. Not when he was so angry he could kill somebody. And yet he could still feel the sensation of her pliant rosy lips under his. "What would my brother say if he found out I kissed her? What would Duo do if he found out?" He gulped. "They would both probably kill you, that's what!" He closed his eyes briefly and sat down on the edge of his bed. His body was arguing with his mind and his heart. His body wanted to go back into her room and kiss her into submission. He wanted to feel the heat of her body wrapped around him, the smoothness of her skin, and everything that he always wanted to do, ached to do. His mind was telling him not to do anything and to go and apologize. And his heart was telling him to apologize for the way he kissed her, but not for kissing her. "Man what am I supposed to do?" he asked himself as he cradled his head between his hands.

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Randy pulled on her pajamas, still in somewhat of a daze from Donavon's bruising kiss. She climbed back onto her bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling. "Why would he do that? Why would he kiss me with such intensity?" she asked herself. She closed her eyes briefly and she could remember the time that she had an immense crush on him. She had been thirteen and he had been fourteen. And in hindsight, she knew that she had been in love with him, but he never showed her that he cared about her the same way. So she had gradually given up on him and hadn't thought much about it since. He was more or less her best friend and it had stayed that way since then. She loved Miles and she was sure that he loved her. However he would've never kissed her the way that Donavon had. He was somewhat intimidated by her dad still and he treated her as good as gold. She knew that she shouldn't, but she compared the way the kiss from Donavon measured up against his older brother. Her eyes popped open in realization. "Donavon's is a lot better. But even if Miles's kisses make me tingle, they certainly don't make me feel anything like that! Its like my nerve endings are sizzling, almost like they're on fire!" She snapped herself out of her thoughts. "I shouldn't be thinking that. That's not fair to Miles. And Donavon is his brother, who's my best friend. You can't think of your best friend like that," she reprimanded herself. She fisted her hands in the sheets beneath her. "What the hell am I going to do?" she asked herself as she rolled over and stared into the late spring night beyond her terrace doors.

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Miles looked over his shoulder at Jonathon. "Two more days and we get to go home at last!" he exclaimed as he taped the last box shut.

"I know. I'm so glad to be going home. I miss my mom's cooking," Jonathon sighed, rubbing his stomach.

"Is food all you Maxwells ever think about?" Miles asked as he rolled his eyes. "Besides don't you miss Leigh at all?" he smirked.

Jonathon leaned his head up off of his pillow. "Oh I miss Leigh, but she can't cook for shit. Now my mom…she can cook," he said, closing his eyes again and plopping his head back on the pillow.

"You're hopeless," Miles sighed as he shook his head.

"I know that's what Leigh tells me," Jonathon replied, thinking of his girlfriend. "Speaking of girlfriends, what about my sister? Don't you miss her?"

"I miss her, but unlike Leigh, at least she can cook," Miles replied, chuckling. His girlfriend's face flashed briefly through his mind. Her silky midnight hair, her soft smooth skin, those beautiful cobalt eyes, that angelic smile, and her musical voice.

Jonathon laughed as well. "She learned from my mom. So Randy is a damn good cook. She cooks almost as good as our mom. And her strawberry crepes are to kill for."

"That I believe," Miles said as he went over and looked outside the window of the apartment he and Jonathon rented while they went to school at the University of Berlin. They had spent most of the night out with friends and packing. There was knock on the door. "Who could it be at this hour?" he asked as he left the room and went to the door. He opened it. "Oh hi, Megan, didn't know you were still awake."

"Didn't know huh? I live in the apartment next door. I could hear you two dropping things and making a racket. I have a exam at nine and I'm trying to study here," Megan McBride snapped, tossing her bright copper hair over her shoulder. "And since I'm here, I'll steal some of those bagels I know you two have running around," she said as she pushed past him.

Miles sighed and closed the door. "Sorry if we kept you up, Megan," he said somewhat sheepishly. "My last final is later today at three. And Jonathon, the lucky devil finished all his exams yesterday," he said following her into the kitchen.

"Oh so that's supposed to explain everything. I helped the both of you study for that history exam you both thought you were going to fail," Megan snapped as she took a bagel from the pantry. She waved it in front of his nose. "Don't you know what time it is? Most of the sane people in this part of the world are asleep!"

Miles looked at his watch. He cringed a little when he saw the time. "It's uh…six in the morning."

"Exactly. Don't you two ever sleep!" Megan asked, exasperatedly.

"Yeah, but we weren't tired," mumbled Jonathon as he came into the kitchen. "We wanted to have everything ready to go home tomorrow."

Megan threw her hands up in the air. "I don't know why I accepted your invitation to see the Sank Kingdom where you two live."

"Because you're the history major here. You wanted to see where peace truly originated from," Miles said, grinning.

"So I did," Megan sighed. "But I am grateful that you're letting me come with you. Is it beautiful where you two come from?" she asked.

"It's beautiful. Especially in the spring and summer," answered Jonathon as he sat down at the small table. "You'll love it, trust me. And it is full of history," he added.

"Do I get to meet your families?" she asked, buttering the bagel in her hand.

"Sure you do. You get to see where this baka gets his devilish nature. And I'll tell you, he really is the devil," Miles said, leaning against the counter.

"My dad isn't that bad," Jonathon protested mildly.

"And these two girls that you both speak about so often?" Megan asked as she took a bite out of the bagel.

"Yes, you get to meet Randy and Leigh. Trust me, they're not like anything else," Miles said, thinking of Randy again.

"I'm looking forward to it," Megan said as she stood. "Well I'll see you two knuckleheads later," she said as she left.

Miles sighed. "Well, I'm going to bed for a little while since I have a exam at three," he said as he stretched. He walked down the hall to his room and flopped onto the bed. He closed his eyes and was almost immediately asleep. "I'm coming home Randy and I can't wait to see you."

Author's Note: Well what did you think? Let me know if I should continue with this! XOXO!