3/4/08: *stares at her Winamp, then bursts into giggles* You love me, you really love me! XD *snickers*
6. Wild Nights -- John Mellencamp
Charlie sighed as Bailey pushed his way past Kirsten into the room. It wasn’t his fault that Owen had developed a fever. It wasn’t his fault that Kirsten had volunteered to assist in Owen-watch that night. It wasn’t his fault that the agreed upon sleeping arrangement thus ended up being Kirsten and Owen in Bailey’s room and Bailey in Charlie’s room. But Charlie still couldn’t help but be mildly resentful...
Bailey settled into bed next to him with a quiet sigh. Then just before he turned out the light, Bailey rolled over and gave him a sly smile, “Well, Charlie, I may not be exactly what you were hoping for... but at least I’ll still respect you in the morning.”
((R-chan: *dies* I just couldn’t do it. *sobs* I really wanted to, though... *sad chibi sniffles*))