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Hey guys...guess what I decided to do this one in HTML, don't you think it gives it something a little extra? Or do you like the old ways? Anyway....presenting!!!

Chapter 8

How and why would he do something like this?...

The entire house was lined with scintillating candles. There was no other light but the glow of the candles. There was piano music playing in the background and when Marc came out from behind the door, I swear I'd died and gone to heaven `cause he definitely looked like an angel. Dressed completely in white. He had on a semi transparent white shirt with tight butt hugging white pants. The only things missing were a pair of wings and a halo. I looked on in disbelief and finally spoke, my exact words were.

"How'd you...why? When did you...? Who were you expecting?"

"That Doctor I met at the hospital, what do you think, silly? Come on in before someone decides to peek. Your parents called and said they'd be coming back tomorrow afternoon. So I wanted to make this evening special...what do you think?"

"What do I think? You're kidding me right? Look around, I'm, I'm amazed, flattered...no I'm shocked, God!!! I've no words to describe this. You really didn't have to do this."

"I know I didn't HAVE to do it, that's WHY I did it. Now come on, I want a dance with you."

"Oh no, not gonna happen. I can't dance if my life depended on it."

"Hey, is that the thanks I get? Come on, its easy I lead you follow and no one's watching to laugh. Please..."

"OK, OK I'll do it, you don't have to emotionally blackmail me."

With that he took my hand and led me to the center of the room and placed his hands on my waist. He placed both my hands on his shoulders. I guess him being short really worked to my advantage. We moved across the room lost in the music, but more lost in each other. I leaned and rested my head sideways on his chest and we hugged as we kept dancing. I could hear his heartbeat; it felt as if it was beating to the music. We both stopped dancing, kissed and then he sat me down and changed the music to a "Sugababes" CD.

"That's a good selection of music."

"Yeah, I know they're your favorite."

"You did? How?"

"Well, remember I fixed your computer. I thought I'd just browse some files to see if everything was ok. I found a lot of Sugababes music and pictures. For a second there I thought you were straight, that is, till I found the sites you visited. You know you shouldn't be looking at that."

"Hey, I got curious. And don't you people have some sort of moral code or something?"

"We do, you of course, I took you as an exception."

"Ah, an exception huh? Well now I don't feel too bad about flirting with your online friends today"

"You did what?"

"Well when I went online the yahoo messenger popped open, you shouldn't have saved your password and your id...2q2bstr8? I saw a few people online I guessed they were gay, I mean they were on YOUR friend list. So I just gave them a little something to dream to, and also do some hand exercise to, I was really bored and that sounded like fun at that time. And don't worry if you get a few nasty mails or weekend invitations."

We just sat there and talked for little while till he went in and brought...pizza. I know not exactly what I'd expected either but I wasn't complaining. He said after doing everything else he only had time to order a pizza, but it still felt really good. I couldn't believe this guy was mine, heck, couldn't believe if guys like him even existed. I could swear if he'd bring out a knife and slash me open, I'd still die happy. We finished our romantic supper and then decided to turn in after some more dancing; I had to say for an embarrassing thing I was enjoying myself. We both went upstairs and I was about to go to the other room when he asked if I didn't want to spend the night with him. Of course I did, so I followed him to his room and went inside.

His room was illuminated with candles too and perfumed, I think. I was now sure that the there won't be another candle in a radius of 10 miles, I was sure Marc bought them all. We both walked over to the bed, he stripped down to his boxers (also white by the way) I did too, but I don't think I could've looked as hot as him in a million years. We both go into bed and hugged each other to sleep. Something against my thigh told me he wanted to do more, but he never showed it.

Hola mi amigos,

No cliffhangers this time, but aren't you glad that what Ian saw wasn't...well you know. Now for more important business. See I've decided not to write any more.

Just kidding! Actually there are just 3 chapters left. So I just wanted to take this opportunity and thank all of you who read, and a special thanks to those who replied. I'm really glad that I've got you interested and hope you like my future writings as well, that is, if nifty accepts it. Anyways, thanks again and I recommend you hold on tight for the sub-finale special 'cause Ch 9 is not just going to be a cliffhanger but it'll drive you off the edge, or so I hope. Thanks again.

This chapter as most of you realized was...well romantic. I wanted to give out a message here. I don't know how many are reading and how many out of them actually have someone to care for. But those who do, today, maybe just for today do a little something for your love that might make him/her feel special and loved. Maybe not as grandiose as Marc did, but something. Maybe just a card or bouquet.

Wishing "love" to everyone.