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Video games weren't exactly my forte, per say. I loved watching the let's plays that Funhaus and other people did, but I wasn't the best at playing them. Well, I was good at some of them, but only if they weren't first person shooters.

Since I had a love for video games, but not wanting to be directly playing them, I got a job for being an editor at Rooster Teeth for Funhaus. It took a couple of applications, but I managed to get an interview and later get the job on the second try after I got more interning and stuff to fill out my application more.

Once I was accepted and quickly introduced to my job of editing, and other small tasks, the crew became more close to me. Word quickly got around that I was a new face in Funhaus and I started getting tweets and other messages greeting me. I replied to some of them as I edited, but mostly a lot of them said the same thing so I didn't reply to a lot.

During the months leading to RTX, everything ramped up, needing to have enough videos ready to be uploaded to last the entire trip to Austin. Since I was the newest person, I tried to stay the latest to pick up any slack from any of the other editors, always offering to take a video that wasn't edited yet and finishing it late at night.

Good news came two weeks before RTX, right after some of the Achievement Hunters came into the office for E3. I came into the office, greeting Elyse as I passed her desk to go to mine. She nodded her head back, eyes flickering from her monitor to me quickly. As I set my backpack on the floor, I heard James and Bruce open the door, laughing at a joke James probably told.

Bruce smiled at me, "Everyone, listen up!"

I walked towards the front, as did everyone else. Curious, I stood next to Adam as I watched James and Bruce.

James exclaimed, "As a thank you, we're paying for everyone to go to RTX. We're leaving in two weeks, so unless you tell us otherwise, you're coming."

A smile grew on my face as Elyse told me, "We're going to get so drunk at the VIP party."

I laughed, agreeing wholeheartedly. I've only gone drinking with Elyse, but we both agreed that it was one of the best times that we've had together. The night was filled with endless laughs and creating a tighter bond between the both of us.

Because we were a part of RTX's talent, we needed to be there before to help set up and make sure everything at our booth was good to go. I flew in half a week early since I wasn't in charge of anything in Funhaus, but I still wound up with the job of managing the Funhaus booth while everyone else takes part in panels and other things. I was told that I'd have help when they weren't busy, but I'd be the main person at the booth for the whole RTX.

I stayed in my hotel room for most of the two days before RTX, editing the last couple videos that needed to be done and doing any odds and ends to prep for RTX. On the day before RTX, though, I went out with a lot of RT employees as a 'girls night out' which was a lot of fun. I met some of the women that I've looked up to in the community and they were all wonderful and excited to meet me.

Friday quickly came which meant the first day of RTX. Thousands of people filled the convention center, milling around in RT apparel or cosplay. It seemed that everyone knew their next destination as they weaved through the crowds. Sitting at the Funhaus booth, I watched in awe as the crowds of people walked about. Omar and Matt were in the booth along with me and they sat in front of the tv in the booth and played one of the many video games available to play. Time seemed to go quickly as I sold some shirts, signed a couple of autographs and even took a few pictures with fans. Soon, the VIP party was upon us.  

Meeting everyone at the party was fun and all, but when I met some of the Achievement Hunters, I couldn't shake off my already established crush on Jeremy since I've watched him in videos prior to applying to the job. Something about his humor and personality overall made me feel a connection to him. His jokes always seemed to make my day brighter, even if they weren't that funny. I had to try and make myself seem normal despite my heart pounding in my chest every time he was in the same area as me.

Somehow, the main Achievement Hunters found out about my watching them soon after I settled down in a seat in the back of the room. Of course, it wasn't that weird that I was a fan, but they seemed to be grilling me on various things they were curious about, trying to know my favorite things and other facts about me. I always told my answer with a smile on my face.

Two hours in, though, it felt like they found out some top secret information that only they cherished. When I was asked about my favorite Achievement Hunter, my tipsy mouth sputtered out Jeremy's name. Looks of surprise found their way onto their faces, and they all soon grinned, knowing looks being exchanged between the crew.

Michael asked, "So is that why you wanted to apply for Rooster Teeth?"

Gavin added, "Did you want to meet Jeremy?"

They were relentless, trying to make fun of me. I had a blush from the beer I've drank, but their teasings made it darker. I was happy since it was dim in here, otherwise they'd have more material to talk about.

The teasing which was once their new subject of conversation with me seemed to still, as if they completely forgot about it. It was unsettling how quiet the group was. Their eyes looked behind me, watching intently. One by one, they made their excuses to leave me.

I turned to see who it was and I found Jeremy in the group right next to me. When he wasn't talking, we locked eyes for a second. I felt myself blush more and I sipped on my beer, averting my eyes. He soon made his way over to my seat which made my heart race.  

Jeremy said, "Your smile lit up the room so much I had to come over and see it myself."

I couldn't help my laughter at the cheesy pick up line. He smiled at my reaction, taking a seat.

He told me, "You just looked a little bit lonely. I had to try something to make you happier."

I shook my head, "You didn't have to do that. I was fine."

He shrugged, "It's fine. Y/N right? I'm Jeremy"

I replied, "Yeah, I'm Y/N. How did you know about me?"

Jeremy smiled, "I have my ways...It was mostly Gavin and the fans."

Our conversation went pretty smoothly since our sense of humor was similar and we were both bevved up enough to not worry too much about the situation at hand. Jeremy started flirting with me after some time, so much so that I wondered if he was doing this for a bet.

After Jeremy was given another drink by a fan, I warned him "You should slow down a bit, Jeremy. I don't want to deal with a drunk Jeremy."

He countered with a pick up line: "I'm not getting drunk, but if I was I'd be drunk on you."

My cheeks heated up my entire face. I wondered if he'd be able to see it since the smile he had after he said it grew as he locked eyes with me. I didn't know what to do so I just tried to act normal even with my pounding heart.

Checking the time, I noticed that it was late into the night. I yawned, the beer making me feel a bit sleepy. Standing up, I made my way to the door with Jeremy following me and continuing the conversation we had earlier about our newest gaming obsession.

It felt so surreal that Jeremy was walking me to the door. His pick up lines were smartly placed in between our conversations, always causing me to either blush or laugh from the cheesiness. They reminded me of the website jokes that he put in the Minecraft videos.  

The walk to the hotel wasn't long so silence naturally proceeded as we walked through the cool air. The walk was a sobering experience as I mentally tried to appreciate the time I had with Jeremy since I wouldn't know the next time I'd be able to see him, if at all. After a short five minute walk, we arrived at the hotel lobby.

Jeremy told me, "It was nice meeting you. I'm glad that they chose you as the new editor."

I smiled, "I'm happy, too. You're better than I imagined."

I thanked him for walking me and he bid me good night. Walking back to my room, I had a grin on my face as I recalled what happened today. As I laid in bed, I checked my phone for any emails that I received during the party. The newest one caught my eye since it was from Jeremy. 

It read 'I had a lot of fun tonight. Would you like to meet me again for dinner before you go back to LA?' I replied my agreeance to the idea, telling him when I fly back. 

The animation department has its advantages, but one of the major disadvantages of working in it is having your crush work with you during the whole work day, especially when your crush doesn't have a single clue about it. My life is based on this disadvantage that it's too distracting at times. Sure, he wasn't exactly in the animation department, but he sure worked with them a lot. The person that I've had a crush on since I basically started is the reason for ranting to myself while I'm staring at my computer screen.

To the right, I can see him and Miles laughing at a story Josh was telling them, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he was with his friends. His deep voice rang out in the office. Those who didn't wear headphones had the pleasure of their ears being filled with one of his many jokes. I had to stifle a smile as I tried focusing on the RVB scene at hand.

Kerry called, "Kyle, Miles! Can you come over and check the scene real quick? I want another opinion."

The brunette's eyes went from Miles to Kerry, nodding his head and soon heading over to the desk that Kerry was asking about. He passed me, smiling politely and greeting me. I nodded back, a faint smile on my lips. Miles looked at me, eyebrow raised in questioning over the interaction. I rolled my eyes at him, going back to the scene.

I finished my work for the day, happy to leave for the weekend. Miles and a few others were hanging out at his apartment later tonight so I had a little while until I had to be there. I decided to stop at HEB and get some food and drinks for tonight for Miles.

The party started with just me and Miles since we live right next to each other, which is one of the reasons for me even getting into being an animator at Rooster Teeth. We live on the same floor and quickly became friends when I first moved.

"So, Y/N, what was that today during work?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

He laughed, "When you were staring at Kyle and then blushed when he said hi to you."

I groaned, "I didn't blush, you moron. And you know that I get distracted sometimes when I animate. You guys were being loud and I just watched." 

He didn't want to take my excuses for an answer. Instead of brushing it off like a normal human, he decided to interrogate me.

"Do you like him?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Then why do you always stare at him or be nice to him?"

"Well Miles, since I'm nice to you do I have a crush on you?"

He exclaimed, "YOU JUST ADMITTED THAT YOU LIKE HIM!!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I realized that I did in fact do that. Admitting defeat, I closed my eyes, trying to be dead as I laid on the couch.

Miles promised me, "I'll keep it a secret though, okay? I don't want you to hate me for doing this."

We promised and I warned, "If you tell anyone, I'm taking all of your anime merch. Got it?"

He agreed, laughing as I heard someone knock on the door. People arrived and the party started. Mostly, it was just named a party and more like a hang out. We all drank and ate while playing the various video games that Miles had. A small drinking game even started where whenever someone died in a game we'd take a drink, and boy did we drink a lot.

It was nearing midnight and almost everyone was drunk. I quit the drinking game after my first beer but most seemed to keep going. Therefore, I became everyone's mother and took care of everyone, but mostly Miles. He was absolutely hammered and I regret ever getting the drinks for the party.

Miles slung an arm around my shoulders and slurred to the group, "Hey guys! Do you ever feel like animation has some people that are just too attractive, but you can't date them?"

I asked, "Why are you like this, Miles?"

I noticed that Kerry was drunk as well, making me sigh. My bosses were some of the weirdest people drunk, and a lot to handle as well.

I grabbed Miles' hand as I told him, "Hey. Maybe we should get you to bed, okay? You gotta sleep off the drunkenness before something bad happens."

Miles pouted, "No. You can't tell me what to do, I'm your boss."

I countered, "And you're acting like you're five. Bed, Miles."

He huffed, walking away to the couch to sit down. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and going to hand it to him. Miles looked at me through glassy eyes to give me a half-serious glare.

I told him, "If you want to stay out here, drink this so your hangover isn't horrible."

Kerry whined next to me, "My beer is gone."

I grabbed the empty bottle from him and he whined even more. I disposed of the empty bottle, grabbing another water bottle for Kerry, deciding both of them need to stop drinking. The others seemed amused by my parenting my bosses, silently watching with smiles on their faces. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Kyle sip on his second beer for the night and watch as this scene played out. Instead of concentrating on making myself not look like a fool, I focused on the drunkest pair I've seen tonight.

Kerry almost threw the water bottle at me but decided to drink it after I opened it for him and coaxed him into drinking it with promises of buying him a figurine from one of his newest anime obsessions. I almost cried with joy after the two finished their bottles. Now, the hard part was upon us: getting them to bed. I wasn't going to let Kerry go home at this state, so Miles' bed would have to do for the both of them. But the hard part of moving the both of them was my next challenge. Since Miles was the easiest to deal with, I asked Kyle to bring him to his room. He agreed and basically carried the man to his room. With them gone, I faced Kerry more seriously.

I told him, "Come on, Kerry. It's time for bed. Up you go."

He followed orders, but not without the complaining drunk Kerry had. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we were able to leave the living room and go into Miles' room.

Already, Miles was passed out in his side of the bed. Kyle stood up from his spot near the bed, giving me a confused look as he passed me. I shook it off, just thinking that Miles probably told him something really weird or suggestive, and got Kerry into bed, both of them laying on their sides in case they vomit in their sleep. 

The rest of the night was wrapped up pretty quickly. Everyone else went home via rideshare and I was able to clean up and write a quick note explaining what happened and why they're sleeping together. I left towards my apartment without much thought.

The next work day, I needed to ask Kyle a few questions pertaining the set of scenes I was given. It seemed as if he was avoiding me like the plague since whenever I got the courage to speak to me, he gave an excuse to leave as soon as possible. I wondered what happened. Did he realize that he didn't like me? My mind went to the party and when Kyle brought Miles to bed. A drunk Miles can say anything, and I wanted to know what he said but I already had a feeling of what he said.

"Miles Luna, what did you tell Kyle when you were drunk?"

His eyes widened at the sudden outburst on our way back to work from our lunch break. He paused, thinking back to the party.

Miles countered, "I didn't tell him anything, Y/N."

I raised an eyebrow, "Then why does he act differently around me, huh?"

His mind searched for the answer, giving a terrified expression as he whispered his response.

"I've fucked up."

His eyes locked with mine as he went onto his knees, holding his hands up for forgiveness.

"I-I-I didn't mean to, I swear! My drunk self decided that they wanted you two together and they said that without thinking of the consequences! Please, I'll make it up to you! I'll buy you a month's worth of take out and I won't give you as much work! Just don't murder me in this parking lot."

I looked around, wondering if anyone else was witnessing this happen.

Just when I turned back to Miles, I heard from the car that just pulled in, "Does your sober self feel the same way about us, Miles?"

I froze as I saw Kyle get out of the passenger seat of Josh's car, a small smile on his face. He walked up to us as Miles stood back up, wiping the dirt off of his jeans.

Kyle asked again, "Do you feel the same way now, Miles?"

Miles swallowed, nodding his head cautiously.

Kyle turned to me and said, "What about you then, Y/N? Do you ship us together?"

I stuttered out while my face was flushed, "I-I do, but if you're not attracted to me then it's completely fine. I'm fine with just being friends."

Kyle walked right in front of me, where Miles was seconds before. He smiled as he was given a bouquet of flowers from Josh, who was done parking his car.

He asked, "I've liked you even before Miles told me, but I didn't know how to ask you. Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me and making this ship happen?"

I laughed, nodding my head yes. His smile grew and he brought me into a hug. The flowers were given to me after it, the two boys watching started cheering. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Miles smiled, "Come on, lovebirds. We gotta get back to work."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah of course, boss."

Miles added, "You two are gonna be the cutest couple in animation."

"Not you and Kerry?"

"HEY!"

"Hey baby, do you think you can bring me the stuff on the table near the door?"

  My boyfriend of almost a year, Tyler Coe, was my boss- something some people absolutely hate. They'd rather have their S/O work in separate areas or even in different companies. Well, the reason I was dating him was because of our close work environments.

I silently walked to the table filled with props and other various things that the shoot needed in order to fulfill the needed images that the story line had. 

Gripping the small bucket of feathers, I turned to Tyler and handed them to Chris, who was the actor that needed to be covered.

Chris asked, "how am I supposed to cover myself? Honey? Oil?"

Tyler asked me, "Can you help Chris? We have to start in less than five minutes and Mariel just went to the bathroom."

I shrugged, "I guess."  

Chris followed me to an area where there was enough space to start. He stripped his shirt off and helped me with the honey. The sticky substance smelled good, but I knew that he'd have to take a shower over we're done with the scene.

I complimented him, "With a nerd, you're pretty fit."

Chris complained, "Hey! Nerds can be buff too. Just look at Blaine."

I rolled my eyes and continued to place feathers on him until he was covered enough to look like a chicken. I didn't notice Tyler come over until he appeared in my peripheral vision, making me jump. The pair laughed and I rolled my eyes at them.

Tyler told us, "We're ready when you are."

I nodded my head, "I think we're ready."

Chris agreed, walking back to his spot on the set. I went to wash my hands to get rid of the honey on my hands, and tried to be as quick as possible. Whistling quietly to myself as I scrubbed my hands, a knock rang out throughout the small bathroom.

I yelled, "I'll be out in a minute, I'm just trying to get the honey off of my hands so I don't wreck any equipment."

The door opened to reveal my boyfriend, a small smile on his face.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Shouldn't you be at the set?"

He shook his head, "I was told to come get you."

I nodded my head and grabbed some paper towels to dry my hands. I checked my appearance in the mirror quickly to make sure nothing was out of place. Tyler just watched me, waiting for me to be done so we can finish the shoot and go home for the day.

Tyler grabbed my hand when we left the bathroom, squeezing it slightly in the process.

He asked, "You want to make dinner at home? I feel like staying in tonight babygirl."

The use of the nickname sent shivers down my spine. Mouth dry, I swallowed and nodded my head. He just smirked and let go of my hand.

"We'll have some fun tonight, I won't make it boring. Promise."

I blinked, trying to figure out what he had in mind when we got home. 

Obviously, he wanted to have sex tonight, but I could tell he wanted to switch it up and make it more fun.

With that, he left back to his spot. The shoot resumed and ended after a few shots. It was getting late and everyone was more than happy that it was done. 

After a few goodbyes, we were heading back home.

Along the drive home, my mind raced at the thought of not knowing what Tyler had in mind. I could feel my panties getting soaked at the idea of Tyler on top of me. Tyler even glanced my way a few times from the driver's seat to smirk at me.

Once the door closed, he was pressing me against the wood with a forceful kiss, careful not to press my back into the door handle. My hands went to his hair, playing with it and occasionally pulling softly on it. Moans were exchanged and eventually we had to pull apart. The playful Tyler that usually shows when we have sex changed into a new persona, one that has only shown a few times.

His deep voice commanded, "Get into bed, babygirl. You know how I like you."

I nodded my head, "Yes."

An eyebrow raised, challenging me, "Yes, what?"

"Yes daddy."

He smiled, "That's better, baby."

He followed me into our bedroom, eyes on my body. Once in the room, I stripped myself of my clothes, leaving on my underwear just how he likes it. I laid on the bed, legs propped up so my feet were on the bed. Tyler took off his shirt in the process, his well-built muscles on display for my wandering eyes to stare at.

He crawled on top of me, peppering me in kisses along my neck but also stopping a couple times to leave hickies. The tickling feeling of his soft lips brought moans to come out unexpectedly from the pleasure. His hands wandered along my body, landing on my breasts to pinch my sensitive nipples.

"Daddy.. please." I moaned.

He smirked, "What, princess? What do you want from Daddy?"

The lack of stimulation made me frustrated, "Touch me Daddy.. Please."

He faked thinking, "Well, I guess you should be pleasured, but the way you were touching Chris earlier made me jealous, babygirl. You never do that to me."  

I pouted, "It was a part of my job, Daddy. I'd do that if you asked."

He sighed, "Just because you look too cute pouting."

His fingers hooked around my panties, pulling them abruptly down. Once they were out of the way, his fingers caressed my folds, feeling the wetness that already accumulated. I moaned again at the pleasure he gave me. His thumb circled my clit, pressing hard to help induce my first orgasm of the night. One finger inserted itself in my opening, slowly moving but quickly speeding up to get me used to the size.

I arched my back at the amazing feeling, gripping the bedsheets from the intense pleasure. I could feel him insert another finger and he quickly got rougher with his strokes. I felt my orgasm come quickly and I knew that he knew that also.

He reminded me, "If you want to come, you better beg for it, princess."

I pleaded, "Please Daddy, I really want to come on your fingers."

"But why, babygirl?"

"You make me feel so good Daddy, and I promise that I'll make you feel good, too."

He agreed, speeding up until I felt myself let my high crash down on me. A moan escaped and I could help but close my eyes at the intense feeling. He pulled out of my sensitive hole and held his fingers in front of my face. I instantly took them into my mouth, licking and sucking the juice off of them. Satisfied, he got off of his place on the bed and started taking off his pants.

He told me, "If you want to make me feel good, you should start with sucking my dick, babygirl."

I nodded my head, getting off of the bed and kneeling in front of him. My hands went to strip him of his underwear and then to take his shaft into my hand. I gently started to jack him off, eventually adding me licking the bottom of his shaft since it's the most sensitive. The first moan from him echoed throughout the room, making me smile to myself.

Taking the head into my mouth, his hands gripped the back of my head and gently pushed him deeper into my mouth. I could feel myself start to gag on the length as I tried to smoothly try to give him a blowjob.

He moaned, "Oh babygirl, you feel so good when you're blowing me, but you have to work harder if you want to make me happy."

I took him deeper, earning a groan of pleasure. A minute or so later of doing it, he pulled out of my mouth, sensing that he was going to come soon if he didn't release himself from the blowjob. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he motioned for me to get onto the bed.

"Lay down, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk in the morning."

I happily obliged, getting into a comfortable spot on the bed. He soon joined me, getting on top of me. He inserted himself and started to push down, letting me get adjusted to his length as soon as possible. When I gave him the clear, he instantly started to thrust, picking up speed with each thrust in the process. The feeling of pleasure grew as we both moaned loudly.

The bed shook from the force that Tyler thrusted into me with, but I was too happy to even care as long as the knot in my stomach kept growing. His hand roughly went to circle around my clit, added to the already high amount of pleasure. My hands went to his back, clawing line down his back. He groaned at the pain that mixed to the pleasure he felt.

"I'm gonna come, babygirl. You feel so good."

I moaned, "Oh Daddy, I think I'm going to, too. Please...let me come."

He breathily laughed, "Go for it, baby."

The shock of the feeling of coming felt incredible, like I was paralysed from the pleasure. I moaned as I started to come down from my high, feeling myself clench around Tyler. He moaned from the added pleasure, eventually coming in the condom as he tried to stabilize himself over me.

When he calmed down, he pulled out and laid next to me for a minute or so to relax. I turned to him, completely sexed out for the night. I admired him as he just closed his eyes and focused on maintaining his breathing.

I commented, "That was fun."

He laughed, an adorable smile on his face. He sat up and then cleaned himself up. Tyler even grabbed me one of his clean shirts and threw it my way. I caught it and put it on, not bothering to put on any underwear since it was Friday night and we probably would be having morning sex like usual on Saturday.

We both got tucked into bed, tired from working and then having sex. His arms wrapped around me and he placed a kiss on my temple lovingly to wish me goodnight.

He said, "Goodnight, Y/N."

I told him jokingly,"Night, Daddy."    

Parties were common throughout the beginning and end of the school year, but the best one was the end of the year party thrown by the star quarterback in the varsity football team. Everyone geared up for it, readying a date or an outfit for the Friday night. It was one of the few parties where everyone had to be there, and it was the most anticipated party of the year.

As the top student in Rydell High, it wasn't in my desire to go to the end of the year party. With the last few weeks coming and finals approaching, teachers and other students asked for my help. The teachers asked to help with grading papers and making things to help students with the finals. The students asked for help in the subjects they were failing or just generally needed help on. I barely had time in my schedule to study and do my homework to even be able to think about it.

Sitting on one of the chairs at our usual lunch table, Y/F/N seemed to guide the conversation towards the thing everyone was talking about: the party tonight. I just stayed silent, chewing on the pasta that the cafeteria gave for lunch today. I made a mental note to myself to go to the school's library after school to check out a book for my book report during the conversation.

Y/F/N snapped me out of my zoning out with a question: "Y/N, can you PLEASE come tonight? I really want to meet up with Jeremy and it'd be boring without you."

I rolled my eyes, "I'd rather not go to the party and be an awkward third wheel with Trevor."

Y/F/N pouted, "Please? I want to spend time with Jeremy, especially since it's the end of the year and we're going to be graduating. Plus we both know that you like him. You might not get another chance to be with him after graduation." I groaned, "You don't need me then. I need to work on the book report that's due in two weeks, and Mr.Johnson will be keeping me after school until five for some tutoring sessions."

Y/F/N sighed, "You need to take a break. I can already tell that you need one. You're going to be all burnt out by finals, and you'll hate yourself for not taking breaks because of your grades."

I thought about my options. I could still say no and make Y/F/N mad, or I could say yes and make Y/F/N happy. The first option seemed more comfortable. I wouldn't have to get dressed up and be in a crowded house of drunk people. But the second option is the one that I went with. Making them happy would be better in the long run. Plus, being able to relax every once in awhile sounded better than stressing the next two weeks and losing the chance of being valedictorian due to bad test scores.

The rest of the school day went smoothly. I copied papers for a teacher during my study hall, and during class I answered a lot of the questions the teachers gave out. It was a typical day, but everyone was buzzing about the party tonight. Even the teachers seemed to be happy that the students were joining together to celebrate the end of the year.

With mentoring two students after school each day, we've grown a connection between us. I always supported them in their hardworking attitude to improve their grades. An A on a test meant that they'd get any treat they wanted as long as they promised to improve. By now, I didn't really need to help my original two and I've worked on another pair. One of them being Trevor's little sister.  She wasn't especially in need of the Calculus help since she was doing pretty well in class, it was more like she needed some help with explaining some of the concepts that she got confused on every once in awhile during the homework.

It was the time near the end where we both got bored and didn't even want to look at another math problem. I usually asked her if she needed help with her other classes, which usually she didn't. Occasionally, she'd ask me to look over an essay or to check her homework, but today she didn't have anything.

When I asked her why she was all caught up she smiled, "I'm ready for the party tonight. I know that I won't do the homework during the weekend so I decided to get ahead."

I nodded my head and she asked me curiously, "Are you going to the party tonight,Y/N?"

I shook my head, "I don't really like the party scene, especially with people that I don't particularly like."

She pouted, "You can come hang out with my brother. It'll be fun, I promise."

Thinking about seeing Trevor, I felt my heartbeat speed up. I did have a bit of a crush on him. I mean, he was pretty cute, and incredibly intelligent. Plus his personality wasn't the worst. But, whenever I've been around him, he's been awkward around me, as if he doesn't like me.

I simply told her, "I don't think I'll go tonight. I hope you have fun though."

We ended the tutoring a few minutes later. She left the classroom, leaving me alone in my thoughts. I could go to the party since I'm technically free, but getting caught up in my sleep seemed more important. Deciding not to go to the party, I went back home and went to take some much needed sleep.

My ringtone woke me up from what is now considered an almost five hour nap. I groaned, knowing that it's Y/F/N. I rubbed my eyes, yawning as I reached for my phone. I cleared my throat before answering.

"Y/F/N, What's up?"

I could hear the music blasting from the phone, but I know that she made herself get away from the music.

A male voice replied, "Y/N, this is Trevor."

I felt my heart pound in my chest as I asked, "Where's Y/F/N?"

He sighed, "She's like black out drunk right now and isn't functioning properly. I assumed that they wouldn't want their parents to know about them being drunk, so I called you."

I groaned at her lack of self-control. I threw the covers off of my body before getting out of bed.

I told him, "Keep Y/F/N safe, please. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

He told me okay before hanging up. I quickly changed into a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized sweatshirt and into a bra since I took mine off. I kept my messy bun in and didn't care about my looks since I needed to get Y/F/N home and in bed as soon as possible.

Grabbing my car keys, I noticed the note on the kitchen counter that my parents wrote before they went to work. It just said that there was leftovers in the fridge and they'll see me on Saturday. I threw the note in the trash before heading out to the party.

People were everywhere, and the music was loud. I could barely find a parking spot that wasn't a block away. I weaved through the grinding couples to go upstairs to the bathroom, where I assumed they were. I couldn't find them in the bathroom, and I definitely didn't want to walk into the bedrooms and be scarred for life. 

Instead, I spotted Matt in the kitchen with Andy.

Matt widened his eyes, "I thought you don't like parties."

I scoffed, "I can say the same thing for you."

Matt countered, "Free booze!"

I rolled my eyes,"Whatever. Have you seen Trevor and Y/F/N?"

Andy exclaimed, "They went to the backyard a while ago to sober them up."

I nodded my head and turned to go to the patio door, again having to move through the dense crowd of people grinding. I excused myself to a few people in my way, politely trying to hurriedly leave.

When I was close to the door, I felt a hand snake their way to my waist. I turned, ready to shove myself away from the drunk pervert, but I was met with a drunk Blaine. He was one of the varsity football players, so he was popular and a jock, but he was incredibly smart and a total sweetheart. Blaine was my lab partner in Biology two years ago and I've became friends with him since then.

He smiled, "Hey babe. Long time no see."

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, which made my nose crinkle in disgust. His eyes locked onto mine and I could feel myself awkwardly try to get out of his arms.

I smiled softly, "Hey Blaine. I'm not here to party, so I'm sorry that I can't dance with you. It's nice to see you and I hope you have a nice rest of your night."

He pouted, "I really miss you and I'd like to talk."

I shook my head and was able to let go of him, "I gotta save my best friend, but drink lots of water and be safe."

I waved as I left the house, sighing in relief as I felt the cool night air on my skin. I searched the crowds of people, some in swimsuits for the pool, and others dressed normally and standing everywhere. I spotted the tall boy taking care of Y/F/N for the time being and I made my way towards them. Jeremy and Kat stood nearby, watching as Y/F/N sat on the ground and pouted.

I could hear them yelling, "Give me Y/N! She'll tell you."

I asked curiously, "What're they pouting about?"

Y/F/N drunkenly reached her hands towards me like a child would to their mother. They were obviously intoxicated by their slurred speech and rosy cheeks. I sighed, grabbing their hands and lifting them up so they can stand. They stood on wobbly legs so I had to support them. 

Trevor informed me, "They haven't thrown up yet but they're still drunk, so I'll be cautious for that."

I sighed, "I see, thank you Trevor for keeping an eye on them and spending your time at the party babysitting."

Y/F/N drunkenly slurred out, "Yah! I'm not a baby. I'm an adult who doesn't need to be told what to do."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever you say. Come on, let's bring you to my house. I'll need to keep an eye on you."

Y/F/N stumbled in my arms as we headed out of the party, saying goodbye to Kat and Jeremy in the process. Trevor followed me and Y/F/N to make sure that we were safe. The walk to the car was grueling because I was mostly carrying their weight but eventually we were there. 

A few feet away from the car, Y/F/N groaned, "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

They stumbled out of my grasp to the nearest lawn, bending over to throw up. I sighed, stopping in my tracks to just watch as it happened. Trevor stood next to me and sighed to himself.

"It was gonna happen at one point."

I nodded my head, "I'm just happy it wasn't in my car."

Once Y/F/N was done, they wiped their mouth with their shirt and turned back to us. They stumbled over and I guided them into the backseat and buckled them in. I turned to Trevor expectantly.

"Are you going to come to my house? I need to hear details of what happened."

He paused, thinking, then nodded his head. We both got into the car and I drove them both to my house. My parents still weren't home but will be arriving within the next hour or so, so it wouldn't be a problem for the two to come into my house.

After driving for ten minutes, we were here. I parked the car and unbuckled Y/F/N.

Grabbing their hands gently, I told them, "We're here, buddy. You gotta change and drink water before going to sleep."

They whined, "I don't want to."

Trevor laughed while I sighed at the person who was acting like a child. They let me bring them to the bathroom, washing their face and brushing their teeth with a spare toothbrush before getting them changed into spare clothes that they left. Trevor grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and gave it to Y/F/N to drink.

"I don't want to, I'm so tired."

I forced, "Well it's either drink the water now and feel less hungover, or go to sleep now and hate yourself in the morning."

They silently took the water bottle and drank some of it. I watched as they downed the water within a few minutes and laid down on the sofa. I reminded them to lay on their side incase they throw up, and they did before falling asleep. Their snores were heard softly within five minutes.

I smiled to myself victoriously. Trevor just stared at me, silent. I went to throw away the plastic water bottle and he followed silently.

Trevor asked quietly, "Can I talk to you outside?"

I nodded my head, curious as to what he wanted to talk about. I figured that he wanted to go somewhere that we can talk normally so we don't wake Y/F/N. The brisk breeze made me shiver slightly as we sat on the porch steps. A brief silence happened, just us staring at the star-filled sky. I admired the stars and how they were filled with beauty tonight.

Trevor told me, "I'm gonna tell you what happened tonight with Y/F/N."

I nodded my head and he went on, "Y/F/N met up with us at the beginning of the party and told us that they wanted to hang out. We all knew that you wouldn't come so we tried to keep a close eye on them. They snuck away to talk to Barbara and they got drinks apparently. They had a shot party and Y/F/N got wasted by having a lot of shots since we both know that they can't hold a drink well. I was able to bring them outside and call you."

He sighed, as if he didn't want to tell me this, "When I got off of the phone with you, Y/F/N confessed that you like me and it's one of the reasons why you didn't go to the party."

I sat there, mixed emotions. I was angry at Y/F/N for telling a secret, but terrified of what Trevor thinks of me now that he knows that I like him. I could feel the blush on my cheeks and I'm sure that he can see it with the porch's light shining on us.

He looked at me, locking eyes.

He said, "I like you Y/N...I just didn't think that you'd like me, so I tried to keep my distance from you. Plus, I couldn't really think up a way to properly confess without embarrassing myself."

I laughed at his confession, making him smile meekly. He looked adorable all flustered.

I told him, "From what the sleeping drunk said earlier, I do like you. I felt like you didn't like me since you ignored me, but I'm glad that we feel the same way."

Convention season was upon us, and it couldn't be a better time of the year. As a person who lives in the area where most of them happen, it becomes a sort of past-time to go to them, especially when they're about the gaming community. One of them, RTX, was my favorite for sure. They've been a convention that was held by favorite faces in the gaming industry, Rooster Teeth, and the people that came were similar to me in many ways. The fact that some of the people I normally see and interact with also attend this makes it an even better experience. It also helped that I became a prominent user on the site after a couple years of using it and posting things on it, along with the subreddit Rooster Teeth had. Walking through the busy crowds filling the convention center, I set my sights on the VIP area's entrance. It was midday and I didn't have any panels to go to, and having a VIP pass means that I could go into the VIP lounge when I wanted to. It was a secluded part of the convention with only other VIP's and some of the faces of RT that hang out here when they have the time. I stood at one of the tables scattered in the area, scrolling through my phone and sipping on my drink. I heard the distant laughter of a group as I refreshed my feed of twitter. Looking up, I locked eyes with the lone woman in Funhaus, Elyse, who was coming closer. I made myself act normally, mindlessly scrolling through my feed again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elyse holding her stare on me. I glanced up, seeing her excuse herself from the group to pass me for a drink at the makeshift bar behind me.A few fans started talking to the boys, so she was able to escape the group without much commotion. She smiled at me as she passed, throwing a cheeky wink my way, making me widen my eyes slightly at her flirtiness. I finished my drink quickly, deciding that I needed to get another before I headed out to go back to Center Stage for Achievement Hunter in a while. I pocketed my phone before walking to the bar. Elyse stood patiently waiting for her drink, letting her eyes wander around the room. I threw my plastic cup away at the trash can near the bar and waited for the bartender to pour her drink. Her eyes locked with mine once we were close enough to each other. She smiled, "Hi, stranger. How's RTX serving you so far?" I smiled easily, " How about we not be strangers? I'm Y/N." She told me as if I didn't know, "Elyse. Nice to meet you Y/N, but your name is familiar, like I've met you before." I let my mind wander to when I've been to cons, but meeting her hasn't stood out. I shook my head. "We haven't, but you might know me from the RT site or reddit?" She asked, "Y/U/N? Are you him?" I nodded my head and she broke into an adorable grin, "I've seen your stuff, and it's hilarious!" I took her compliment with a 'thank you' and our conversation followed smoothly. We were both flirting obviously for the short conversation we had. I put my arm on the bar and held a slight smirk as she twirled her hair with a smile on her face. It had to end at some point, and Bruce was the one who did it. 

"Hey, Elyse! We gotta get going to the next schedule." 

Elyse sighed to herself, yelling back, "Okay! One second!" 

She looked at me, slightly pouting. 

She asked hopefully, "You'll be at the VIP party, right? I'd love to chat with you some more." 

I nodded my head, instantly making her cute pout disappear. 

She grinned, "See you then!" 

Elyse threw a wink my way as she walked away. I watched her as her hips swayed with each step towards the Funhaus group, mesmerizing me as they walked away to go somewhere else. I felt dumbfounded by the idea of Elyse wanting to talk to me again, especially somewhere more exclusive like the VIP party.

The rest of my day went smoothly. I met some popular faces in Rooster Teeth, and I got to see some hilarious panels that had people that I know and love. It felt like a few seconds went by when in reality it was hours.

I made sure to shower and change before the party, opting to go with some jeans and a nice shirt that wasn't an RT shirt, which was hard since a lot of my wardrobe consisted of mostly RT shirts. I cleaned up knowing that Elyse wanted to see me, and I'd be able to see more people in Rooster Teeth. Music blasted throughout the convention center and people were everywhere. 

I scanned through the crowd as I tried to see where the booze would be. I decided to go left where there were more people. I was happy that I didn't feel alone in my thoughts of looking nicer than usual, seeing many people in nicer outfits and not a lot of the RT shirts were around.

I made my way to the bar, ordering my usual and waiting for my order to be fulfilled. I made small-talk with a few other fans around me, just about what we were into in Rooster Teeth and what some of our favorite shows and movies were. The wait wasn't very long, so I stood with them to finish the conversation politely before I moved on to find some people that I've planned to see during this party.

I met up with them after sending a couple messages asking where they were. Weaving through the crowds of people on varying stages of drunkenness, I spotted them in the corner of one of the rooms. I stood in the empty part of the table they were around. 

Y/F/N greeted, "Hey Y/N! Long time no see, huh?"

I smiled, "Yeah, it's been quite some time! We've been too busy to talk, it seems like it was forever ago."

We all caught up, exchanging stories to pass the time. I didn't seem to notice a presence behind me until everyone's eyes were on them.

Pausing my story, I turned to see who was behind me. My eyes locked with the blonde Canadian that I've met earlier today. A smile found itself on my face as I saw her.

I greeted, "Elyse! How have you been since our first meeting?"

She grinned, "I've been well. It's been really fun so far. How is it treating you?"

I nodded my head, "It's good."

Y/F/N asked incredulously, "You've met Elyse!? Are you guys friends and you didn't tell us??"

I laughed, "No, don't worry about that."

Elyse added, "I met him today, and it feels like I've been friends with him for awhile."

The conversation changed after they all got pictures and autographs, which she happily did. I could feel her eyes on me as I interacted with my friends. I glanced to her every once in awhile, and she'd keep a steady gaze on me. I had to look away each time, a faint redness on my cheeks coming each time I did so.

A few drinks later, I told them I'd go and find more people to talk to. Elyse grabbed my hand, leading the way through the crowds so we wouldn't get separated.

Exiting the crowded bar room, we ended up in an empty hallway. She let go of my hand and faced me, a sultry gaze piercing me.

She asked, "Why don't we go somewhere....more secluded to continue our.....talk."

I swallowed, nodding my head furiously. I obviously wasn't sober, but the buzz I had increased my confidence, and my horniness.

She walked in the opposite direction, leading me to a room that no one was in. I closed the door behind us. My lips landed on hers, encompassing her face in my hands. Hers went to my hair, tugging enough to inflict the slightest pain. I pushed her against the closed door, making her moan. Just hearing the noise made me hard.

Minutes of slow-building making out, I managed to take off her dress. She took my shirt off in return. I let my lips wander down her body, letting myself give her love bites. A ragged moan fell out of her lips, obviously loving it.

She moaned, "Y/N please, don't tease anymore."

I smirked, "Just wait, babe. It'll all be worth it in the end."

I took off her bra, going to suck on her left nipple. Her hands went to my head, gripping my hair as her back arched to get closer. I massaged the right boob as I did so, going to switch after a minute or so. Her perky nipples stood as she breathed deeply. The sight was magnificent.

She told me, "Let me help you."  

I didn't protest as she kneeled, grabbed my belt buckle. She unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants, letting my hard on have a little more breathing room. She kissed above my underwear line before pulling it down, making me let out a soft groan.

The pleasure of her kissing the head of my dick along with her gently stroking me made me throw my head back. I closed my eyes as she put her lips against my shaft, putting me in her mouth. She gave me an amazing blowjob. The sounds created would be gross in another situation, but now they added to the level of turned on I was.

Within minutes I was almost at the brink of orgasm, and Elyse sensed it. She pulled away, leaving my cock covered in her saliva.

She told me, "I had to stop before you came. It wouldn't have been any fun if you did."

I grabbed her hand, making her stand up. She smiled, grabbing something out of her purse firstly. A small foil told me it was a condom. She ripped open the packaging, taking the condom out and wrapping it around my almost painfully hard dick.

I commented, "Better to be safe than sorry."

She nodded her head, agreeing. Once it was all set, she stood up and pulled her panties down. I noticed that there was a small wet spot when she did before kicking them off. I swallowed, taking in her beauty.

I told her in awe, "You're so beautiful."

She laughed softly, "You're just telling me that because you're going to fuck me."

I rolled my eyes and stepped closer to her. I put one hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. The other hand went to my dick and I inserted myself into her. One of her legs wrapped around my body as I pushed in. The feeling was indescribable, almost like fucking a warm cloud.

Moans and pants grew between us as I set the fast pace. I felt her claw my back as I tried to keep myself from coming too early.

She groaned, "Faster, please."

I complied, making her gasp for her breath. My hand went to her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub to bring her to her climax faster. I felt her clench around me, almost as a sign from her that she was close. I closed my eyes for a second from the pleasure that I felt.

Seconds later, she cried out, "I'm so close, Y/N."

I quickened my pace. I wanted her to come and she seemed to want to hold out until I did.

I told her, "Just let go, Elyse."

She held out for seconds longer and I was at my brink of orgasm. She clenched, moaning as her orgasm ripped through her. Elyse closed her eyes, her head falling back with a face of pure pleasure. It was enough for me to come, groaning at everything happening.

We both fell off of our highs soon enough. I pulled out of her, taking off the condom and tying it up so it wouldn't get my come anywhere. We silently dresses ourselves.

When we were ready to leave, she gave me a smile.

She told me, "Thanks, it was fun. I'd like to see you again, if you'd like."

I agreed, "I'd like that."

The dawn of the Mad King encouraged other villians and heroes alike to start their lives, and with the fall of one villain had the chance for another one to rise. The Mad Queen as people quickly called her became the new villain, reigning the city through any sly means she can do to get anything or everything she wanted, and of course stopping Xray and Vav from foiling her plans. It seems that there wasn't much to know about her. Of course, they knew things like what her villainess outfit is and a couple facial features like the color of her skin and her hairstyle, but they couldn't get a set person that was behind all of this.

It was a simple day, and quite ordinary to say the least. I walked my way over to Monarch Labs at the beginning of the day. I always received a sweet good morning text by the time I walked through the front doors, and as if on queue the ding from my phone signalled a text from my loving girlfriend, Mica. 

Grinning, I opened it up as I mindlessly walked towards the elevators. It read 'Have a nice day, babe! I might be late for dinner, so make whatever and I can pick something up on the way home, love you x'. I replied with an okay and to have a nice day as well.

In between the hectic work of the research department in Monarch Labs, the water break gossip between the people that I knew became the idea that the Mad Queen would be making an appearance again in the city tonight. I just brushed it off since I wasn't much interested in the feud between XRay and Vav and the Mad Queen except the fact that they both had relations with Monarch Labs. The two boys had their gadgets come from Hilda, the new CEO, while the Mad Queen supposedly had her family connections to get anything she wanted, especially since the company her family owns is supposedly one of Monarch's greatest allies in the technology industry.

Sighing to myself, I saved my work for the day and said my goodbyes to the people that were still around me. They all bid me their goodnights and to have fun with the lazy day with Mica. Grabbing my purse, I left the building after washing up and putting my lab equipment away.

My phone signalled that I got another text. Curious, I pulled it out of my jacket. I grinned, seeing a cute picture of my beautiful girlfriend, all dolled up. She sent a caption with it, 'Meet me at the Italian restaurant near your work! I have reservations.'

I pouted in response. I didn't look cute enough for a date today, and she had to surprise me by being amazing? I sent out an okay and walked through the cool air to the restaurant. It was one of our favorites to go to; we even went there on our first date. Thinking about it made a smile place itself on my face.

Once I walked through the door, my eyes searched for my girlfriend. She met my eyes, and her face lit up happily when they did.

"You're here!"

A simple peck on the cheeks became our simple greeting.

I nodded my head, "Of course I did."

She gestured for me to sit and I did.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Why did you set this up? I thought you weren't going to be home until later."

She sighed, "Well, my father wants me to go to the board meeting with Monarch tonight later and I figured that I'd treat you for making up for it ahead of time."

I nodded my head, knowing that even though she wasn't in the family business, that her parents still wanted her to go because they were busy people and this would be the 'family bonding time' that normal families would have. She didn't become the family heir to the tech company Condor Labs which is based in the west coast, hours away by plane ride, but she still was highly educated in technology and science enough to bring another perspective onto the meetings.

Although meetings late at night weren't common, they tended to be the most important ones, therefore I became the supportive girlfriend and told her to do well.

Our conversations went around smoothly, like they always do. I talked about the newest findings of my things, while she talked about her school studies. I felt myself enjoying everything about this date; from our jokes to even the delicious food. We both lost track of time.

Looking at the clock, I jumped out of my seat.

I exclaimed, "Oh babe!! You need to go to the meeting in ten minutes!"

Mica widened her eyes, "I gotta go!"

I paid for the dinner and we quickly rushed back to Monarch Labs. We both saw the usual car the Burtons take when they come here, and we knew that they were already in the building.

The ride up to the meeting's floor was mostly silent. Mica asked if she looked presentable to her parents, which I replied that she was after a quick lipstick application.

We parted when her father was in view. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek as a goodbye, watching as she walked into the meeting room. Once I knew she was in, I turned and made my leave.

In the elevator, I decided to check out the research floor to see if anyone was still working. I knew that a couple of my co-workers were still immersed into their studies when I was about to leave. As one of the lead researchers, I've come to find that I feel like the others are my children. They tend to overwork at times, and I've always had to check in with them during the end of each month since that's when we're evaluated on our work. There was still a little over a week, but it was starting to be crunch time.

The dimly lit hallway of the research floor made me squint as I walked to the main area. On the way there, I grabbed my labcoat as it is mandatory when working, and slipped it on. I buttoned the coat as I looked around for anyone in the vicinity. The whirring of the machines became the usual white noise of the office, and I could hear someone on their computer in the main area. Turning the corner I wasn't expecting who was typing away; a couple of masked criminals going through confidential Monarch files.

I stood there, stunned. One of them seemed to notice me there and they stepped closer.

The one stepped forward, "What do we do, boss?"

The second told him, "Bag her and take her to headquarters. I'm sure the Mad Queen wouldn't want a snitch."

I felt my face pale as I tried to fight back, but wasn't close enough to press the emergency button. The last thing I remembered was the sound of something dropping and a bag going over my face.

What felt like days later, the sound of someone familiar filled my head.

"Take the bag off. I need to see who this is."

Blinding light made me blink many times in order to focus on the figures that kidnapped me. I saw the two men that took me away and my girlfriend, dressed in her outfit, but a mask on her face. I widened my eyes in realization. 

It didn't occur to me that my seemingly sweet and wonderful girlfriend would ever be the Mad Queen, but she was.

She told the men, "leave us. I need to discuss things with her."

They left without another word and I just watched, confused and full of fear.

She dropped her powerful aura the moment the door closed, softening her face and walking cautiously towards me.

She gently told me, "I can explain, I promise."

Anger bubbled inside me, "Explain what? That you're the most powerful villain and you planned something that would take confidential files from Monarch? And if it wasn't me, you'd probably torture one of my co-workers to get what you wanted!?"

She fell silent over my words, trying to quickly think of something.

As she opened her mouth, an urgent knock rang throughout the room. She sighed, annoyed, and turned towards the door.

A man came into the room and uttered, "XRay and Vav are here, and they have reinforcements."

Mica sighed, "Just hold them off. I need to get Y/N out of here."

The man didn't question it as I was untied. I still felt my annoyance over her, but knew that we wouldn't be able to explain everything if we were to die.  She escorted me to the roof, where a helicopter stood. A pilot was already in, so it started. She put me in, and I stopped her, instantly feeling a sense of worry over her.

I told her, "No, what are you doing?"

She shook her head, "Just go. I started this and I need to end it. I can't do it without knowing that you're safe."

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the familiar blue and green suits. I locked eyes with XRay and Vav, the superheroes that are enemies with Mica.

Vav proclaimed, "Stop what you're doing, Mad Queen."

XRay added, "We're here to stop you from your evil schemes!" 

Mica raised an eyebrow, "How will you do that, boys? It seems to me like I have the upper hand."  

They were stunned with a stun grenade, with just enough time for Mica to get into the helicopter and make the man fly away. The two boys came to their senses after minutes, vowing to get revenge as they watched the helicopter fly into the distance. 

I couldn't wrap my head around what just happened. Mica seemed to watch me, now unmasked, with a mix of emotions going through her mind.

We arrived at our shared apartment, and all I wanted to do was go to bed. She followed silently, knowing that I wanted to cool off a bit before we talked. I laid in bed as she did the same. I knew that guilt made her not able to sleep, but my fatigue of the day almost made it easy to do so.

In the silence she said, "I'm sorry, for everything. Even from meeting me to what just happened. I can't believe I let you be in danger."

I asked, "Why are you doing it?"

She told me, "I knew Monarch and Condor were doing shady things secretly, and it all started with me getting files from my parents a couple years ago. I didn't know it'd escalate to this extent."

She paused, "But I think I'll stop and disband everything. The hatred of their ideologies surrounding their secret projects has fueled my motivation for so long, but now I have a reason to stop."

We locked eyes and I can tell that she was speaking the truth. A small smile grew on my face.

"As long as you want to. I was going to have to force you sooner or later if you wanted to keep dating me."

She laughed, "Of course."

I teased, "If you're the Mad Queen, what does that make me?"

She grinned, "My Mad Scientist, of course."

Ryan's POV

"Hey Ry, do you think you can help me on my Herbology homework?"

I looked up from my Potions essay to see Barbara, one of my friends that's in year six, which is a year under me. I nodded my head, gesturing to one of the empty seats at the library's table. She grinned and sat down, opening her textbook to show me the pages she needs help on. I pushed up my glasses, scooting closer so I can read what she's trying to ask.

It was the newest assignment that we had which was having to describe what Gilly Weed is and any information that is helpful. I finished within an hour or so, knowing a bit about it and having to look up only small portions of information, which is the main reason why I was here and not patrolling the halls, like I normally do after classes.

I relayed my information to Barbara, and she hurriedly wrote everything down. I knew that Herbology wasn't her favorite classes, but she still needed to take it. She was more of an animal and charms person, while I loved any and all subjects that were interesting enough, but History of Muggles and Divination aren't really my forte, but I earned high marks anyways through my studying and intellect.

After my homework was done and Barbara was helped, I stood up, using my wand to levitate the stack of books so I can bring them to their rightful place. I spent almost five minutes finding the correct shelves for all of my books. Barbara was waiting patiently at the table with all of our stuff, knowing that I would easily gain her access into the dormitories since she has had the problem of not getting in once or twice within her years here at Hogwarts.

She adjusted her robes, "Are you ready now?"

I nodded my head, "Of course, let's head back to the dorms."

The walk there was mostly silent, except for the small talk we had.

"Are you going to the quidditch game tomorrow? I've been hearing it'll be a good game."

I sighed, "I don't know. Geoff and Jack have been wanting to meet up in Hogsmeade for a few drinks and I've been busy. Why are you asking?"

She teased, "Gavin's playing, and you KNOW he has a crush on you. I totally ship it, like everyone else."

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the slightest blush form on my face. She stared at me knowingly, as if she knew every secret I had relating to my love life. I just shook my head.

"Don't look at me like that, otherwise I won't let you into the dorms."

She smiled, "How would you do that when I'm right next to you?"

"I'll petrify you and make sure you're locked in one of the broom cupboards for the night. Easy for the head boy."

She sighed, knowing that I absolutely would do it if she kept pestering me, and kept quiet. We quickly came to the dormitory door, and I answered the riddle to get in. I even was able to let some first years in that couldn't quite get the answer.

The next day I was awoken to an owl from one of my professors and head of Ravenclaw house, Professor Flitwick, asking if I'd attend the quidditch game for them since they would be out of town and the head of house needed to be in attendance of their house's games. I wrote back that I would happily do it, and to be safe on their journey.

Sighing, I got out of bed. I grabbed my wand and make the lights turn on so I can properly see so I can get dressed and start my day off with some breakfast before the game. I quickly pulled on my robes and grabbed my wand before exiting the dorms.

I met up with Geoff and Jack as we headed to the Great Hall. Geoff was tired- probably from being out with his girlfriend, Griffon (who is a Gryffindor)- and Jack was holding his girlfriend Caiti's hand with a bright smile on his face.

Caiti asked me, "Did you get enough sleep last night, Ryan?"

I nodded my head, "Of course, it was my day off from patrolling. I couldn't be any better."

Geoff smiled, "A few drinks at the Three Broomsticks will make you feel better, trust me."

I felt myself freeze. Jack seemed to notice this and ask what was wrong.

I confessed, "Professor Flitwick asked me to take his place tonight at the Quidditch Game and I can't really refuse, so I'm sorry that I can't go."

Geoff shook his head, "We'll just go after, it'll end by the time dinner starts anyways."

I smiled, "Thanks guys."

Geoff added, "Plus you get to see your lover. I'm sure he's excited to see you."

Caiti smiled, "I think it's cute. You know, head boy and one of the most popular quidditch players together."

I rolled my eyes, bounding towards my seat at the Ravenclaw table. I stopped in my tracks once I saw the person sitting in my seat.

His hair was messily quaffed and he was wearing the Ravenclaw quidditch uniform, which he looked good in. Gavin seemed to notice me standing there, since his eyes widened when our eyes locked.

He asked, "I'm sitting in your seat, aren't I?"

I smiled, shaking my head as if I didn't care. I took the seat next to him, filling my plate with some food.

"No, it's fine. I know you like to sit there because you like eating the muffins before a game."

I buttered my toast as I glanced to see his reaction. A faint blush filled his cheeks and I smiled to myself at the sight before me.

I made small talk with a few of the others around me, asking if they're seeing the game and other small things to pass the time. I didn't notice that Michael, who's best friends with Gavin and one of my friends, show up until he exclaimed.

"Gav!! Are you ready for me to kick your team's ass later?"

Gavin turned, "I'm not losing, Michael! Last time, you only won because your seeker caught the snitch seconds before ours."

Michael raised an eyebrow, as if he wanted to challenge Gavin on his claim. I watched cautiously, remembering the time they drank too much butterbeer and they fought each other.

Gavin said, "At least I wasn't almost kicked out of the team for hexing one of the players."

Michael retorted, "You almost died last year because you fell off your broom third year."

People around us were watching, waiting for something exciting to happen.

I butted in, "Boys, not here."

Gavin told me, "It's fine, love. I know Michael isn't going to hurt me. I'm his boi!"

I felt my heart start to pound at the nickname, and everyone around us made noise at the mention of a pet name.

Michael hugged Gavin tightly, grins on both of their faces. I smiled at their brotherly relationship as Barbara came up to me.

She told me, "You'd look cute together if you two hug like that."

Michael exclaimed, "You're my boi, boi!"

Gavin laughed, "You're my boi, too, boi."

Soon breakfast finished and the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw quidditch players left to practice before the game. I attended to Flitwick's classroom, grading any papers he needed to do and cleaning up his class. It brought me peace to see the cleaned desks and floors and the organized shelves.

Time passed quickly and I couldn't wait for the game. The rush of excitement that I felt as I walked into the locker room was a new feeling, and I couldn't tell why. I spotted Gavin and Michael, both dressed in their uniforms, chatting.

I overheard Michael tell Gavin, "Just do it. After all, I'm trying to help you here, boi! I want you to be happy, and stop nagging me about Ryan."

The Gryffindor head boy and quidditch captain, James, greeted me, and revealed me to Gavin and Michael.

He grinned, "Ryan! How've you been in the few days I haven't seen you?"

I nodded my head, "Good, busy. How's the team holding up?"

James replied, "As good as ever! I'd like to apologize in advance about your loss. My team is going to kick your team's ass."

Ravenclaw's captain, Elyse, retorted, "My team is SO better than yours!"

James raised an eyebrow, "Is that right, babe, even with our five game winning streak?"

Elyse sighed, folding her arms in defeat as she pouted at her boyfriend. James grinned at her, going to peck her cheek as an apology.

Once she was kissed, she muttered, "You better be happy that you're cute."

I turned my attention to Gavin, knowing that only a few minutes were left. I was curious about what they were talking about earlier and I needed to know.

Gavin looked to Michael for help, but Michael only shoved the Brit towards me. Gavin stumbled and almost fell on me, but I quickly caught him before he could cause the both of us to fall.

Gavin told me, "Thanks."

I nodded my head as he looked awkward and nervous, rubbing his neck as he looked away.

Gavin sighed, "I was wondering if we could bet this game."

I raised an eyebrow, "Last time we did this you lost a lot of money. Are you sure?"

Gavin nodded his head, more confident now.

"Of course, I know I'll win this time."

I was intrigued by the offer of betting. After all, it's all fun and games. I used the money I won last time to buy Gavin the newest broom for his birthday and he was overjoyed.

He told me, "If we win, I want to go out to dinner with you. If we lose, you can pick whatever you want."

I agreed, knowing that I'd win anyways. James wouldn't want to lose just because of a bet. Gavin grinned at my answer, seemingly more confident and excited about playing.

James told me, "Two minutes until it starts. You should go, Haywood."

I nodded my head, wishing my team good luck and exiting.

I watched as the game started with a strong lead by Ravenclaw. Gavin seemed to be fueled by the bet at stake by the way he moved with a look of determination across the field as one of the chasers. It's been half an hour and the snitch hasn't been caught yet.  

With only a few minutes left, Gryffindor caught up with the score and the snitch is sighted by both of the seekers. I was at the edge of my seat in anticipation, watching the seekers zoom across the sky as they chased the snitch. With a last grab, Gryffindor revealed to be the winner by a mere 50 points. Cheers filled the stadium as Gryffindor celebrated their victory. I felt my heart sink at the winner, looking at the face of disappointment Gavin made.

I met up with Gavin later, seeing him sadly sitting  and playing with his wand. He spotted me, a look of sadness crossing his face.

I asked, "What's wrong, Gav? It isn't like it's your first loss."

He said, "I just wanted to win so I can also win the bet."

I suddenly remembered the bet that was going on. I completely forgot when the game was going on. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of a date with Gavin.

He told me, "You get to do whatever, free of charge. Just tell me."

I thought and confessed, "Well...the date isn't a bad idea."

His face brightened, "So you DO like me! Michael and Barbara have been telling me, but I felt like they were teasing me."

I confessed, "I've liked you for the longest time, Gavin."

His smile widened, if possible, "How about tomorrow? Is that okay?"

I nodded my head, "I guess it's a date."

He exclaimed, "It's a date!"

I heard the chime of the clock, indicating that it's time for dinner. I turned to walk away, but Gavin grabbed my wrist. I turned, asking what he wanted, but a pair of lips landed on my cheek before I could end the sentence.

He winked, "It's an early present! See you later, Ry."

I nodded my head, dumbfounded. I walked away towards the Great Hall, trying to clear my head before I got there. Geoff caught up with me, noticing what was going on.

He teased, "Ryan and Gavin sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Michael gently pushed Lindsay towards the door where Gavin and Ryan were waiting. “Don’t worry, I’m just staying so I can make sure your dinner will be all set.”

Lindsay bit her lip. “If it’s that big a deal maybe I should stay to help.”

Michael waved his hands in a negative motion. “It’s your birthday, you should go out and have fun.”

Lindsay pouted. “I just want to spend the time with you.”

Michael kissed her, shoving her a little more forcefully towards the door. “I love you, and I want to spend the time with you too. But look, Ryan drove all the way here to take you out and someone has to cook dinner. We can spend all of tomorrow together, ok?”

“Ok…” Lindsay sighed, finally heading towards the door of her own volition. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” She bid farewell.

“I won’t, I promise. See you soon.”

She waved, as did Gavin and Ryan before they finally, finally, left the apartment.

Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was really close for a second there trying to get Lindsay to leave.

She was under the impression that they were going to be having a birthday dinner of her favorite barbecue with a few of their closest friends. Instead, Michael was hoping to throw a much bigger party to celebrate her birthday.

Michael moved to sit on a stool at the island counter, contemplating an unfolded piece of paper that held his party planning list. In theory the party would be great. The recipe to a great party was not particularly complicated. You needed Music, Decorations, Food, Alcohol, and most important of all, good friends. Unfortunately, he usually had Lindsay’s helping hands in preparing everything for the party and none of his friends were free beforehand to help, so he had to go it alone.

Luckily he had remembered to get her birthday present already, he just needed to retrieve it from its hiding spot and wrap it. It was a large stuffed calico cat for her to cuddle and a bunch of superhero shaped candles he had seen at a novelty store that he thought she’d like. The barbecue had been marinating in the fridge overnight and he had stashed away lots of snacks like chips and frozen pizza for later when they were drunk and hungry. He also had plenty of booze hidden away, and the guest list was checked and rechecked. He was fairly certain they had some leftover decorations from previous parties up in the attic and music was easy enough what with the jack that connected phones to the tv’s speakers.

He was thankful that Gavin and Ryan had agreed to distract her so he didn’t have to think of some lame excuse to get her out. They were supposedly window shopping at some new outlet mall. He half heartedly wished Gavin had stayed behind to help him prepare for the party but knew if he had stayed behind the chances they would have gotten anything done would have dramatically decreased, as they were prone to distraction. Plus it probably would have made Lindsay suspicious.

Michael walked to the stereo, ready to plug in some music to jam to, to get into the spirit of things. Except the cable that hooked up the stereo to his phone was missing. So he spent a good half an hour wandering around the apartment, looking in various caches of technology that was strewn around the place for the cable. He emerged victorious from the bedroom closet, wondering why the hell it had been in a box almost too high to reach when they used it almost every other week.

Humming to himself, he plugged the cable into the back of the stereo, then the bottom of his phone. He set his music to random, pressed play, and...

Nothing.

Not a peep.

No music came out of the speaker.

He fidgeted the cable a bit and tried again. He unplugged and replugged the cable into both ports. He adjusted the volume and switched songs on the phone. But no matter what he did, the music refused to play.

Now, for the time being, it wouldn’t be that big of a problem. He could just listen to music using his phone speakers. But for the party where the quiet din of chattering people would inevitably drown out the phone speakers, he would have a problem.

Luckily, they kept a case of CDs for such an occasion. Not that they really expected to ever be out of music via phone or other mp3 player.

He rooted through the drawer they were normally kept in, looking for a black CD case bag but to no avail. A look through his collection of games and movies turned up, oddly enough, a Britney spears cd, of all things. And no other CDs.

Michael shrugged. He could listen to Britney Spears, no problem. The guests, on the other hand might have something to say, but he’d deal with that bridge when he came to it.

Slipping the CD into the stereo, he bopped along to the beginning refrain of “Baby One More Time.“

Now, for decorations

The trip to the attic brought him to one conclusion- somehow, they had misplaced the box of ‘birthday party’ decorations. This left him staring at two boxes and a decision to be made- should he put up the Christmas or Halloween decorations or should he just let the party go undecorated.

None of the options were particularly appealing.

Leaving the living room bare of decorations was certainly the easiest choice, but it would make the party feel like any other party they were prone to having, and he wanted this one to feel special for Lindsay’s birthday.

The problem, of course, was the themed decorations were just that- themed.

He spent a good thirty minutes trying to sort through the boxes to pull out the least holiday-specific decorations but to no avail. So he ended up with a pile of tinsel, streamers, a string of bats, and Christmas lights. When he crawled out of the attic with a box of mismatched decorations he had to mentally give himself a pep talk about how he hadn’t ruined the party- Lindsay loved both Halloween and Christmas and probably wouldn’t be too put out about the lack of birthday-themed decorations.

Michael prided himself in being average height, but he was not above using a stool to reach higher things. So when it came time to hang the fairy lights on the walls, he went to grab the stool from the kitchen, only to find it had mysteriously vanished. While he was there, he preheated the oven.

Sick of searching for things, he decided to stretch onto his tippy toes to pin up the fairy lights. Once the decorating was done (and it looked very festive indeed) Michael put the barbecue in the oven and set the timer..

He went to the closet, grabbed Lindsay’s gifts and some wrapping paper, and set them on the counter next to the oven. He checked the time to find he had a reasonable amount of time left and decided to take a break to unwind from the stress of all the mishaps that had occurred in the last couple hours of preparation. Grabbing a pitcher of cool water from the fridge, he poured out a glass and sat down in front of the entertainment center, ready to waste some of the time playing a game.

The game he chose was some random indie game that quickly sucked in all of his attention to the point where he lost track of time. When the alarm went off he was startled off the couch, nudging the coffee table forward and tipping over the now half-full glass of water. He swore and quickly swept up the electronics on the table, and went to fetch some paper towels to clean up the spill.

In his haste he stubbed his toe on the leg of the coffee table.

Ignoring it, he hobbled slightly as he retrieved the paper towels and cleaned up the spilt water. Luckily it hadn’t dripped off the table or reached any electronics. Sighing, he replaced all of the things he had moved back onto the coffee table and discarded the paper towels.

He went to the oven and turned the barbecue around so it would cook evenly and re-set the alarm.

Glancing longingly at the tv which was paused mid-game, he decided he should probably wrap Lindsay’s gifts in case she got home early. That’s when he discovered the most difficult of the day’s problems to fix- because he had put them on the counter next to the oven, the superhero candles had melted. Not only that, but they had half melted onto the side of the cat plushie’s leg.

And so, Lindsay came home to find Michael swearing as he tried to pull  the warm wax off the “fur” of a giant cat plushie, mismatched decorations around him, and Britney Spears playing from the stereo.

There was a beat of silence before Michael groaned and Lindsay burst out laughing.