Hello faithful readers.

Normally I'd NEVER post a chapter that wasn't a chapter…But I feel as though it's been so long, I need to justify, clarify, and remind you all that I exist.

It's been a long time.

I have explanations if you'd like to hear them.

If you do…Here's the long story short:

I got arrested for shoplifting, due to peer pressure and idiocy, and my parents took away my computer privileges. Then, when I got them back, I fell hard for a boy, just to have him break my heart several months later. Then my computer crashed, and I lost Microsoft Word. I got it back, started writing again…And then my computer crashed again. My sister got a DUI. I had a lot of school work going on. And this summer I spent the entire vacation 2,421 miles away. I just got a NEW computer, installed Microsoft Word…and now I'm back in action.

…Sorry.

I can't be more thankful that you've all stayed with me, and I'm so sorry if any of you have to go reread my stories just to remember what they're about.

But I'm back. I'm currently in the process of writing the next chapter of Spoiling Revenge.

[I'm only posting this on Spoiling Revenge, because I'm not sure if demand is high enough for me to continue my others, or just to end or scrap them]

Okay. There are a few things I'd like to bring to attention:

A new poll has been added. Please check it out. Tell me what you think.

The old poll is still up. Be sure to check it out. BOTH ARE VITAL TO THE FUTURE OF THIS STORY, AS WELL AS THE RATE OF AN UPDATE.

If you read 'Protecting Confession' do you want it continued?

You're the best readers/reviewers on the planet and I love you all.

Here's a sneak peek to one of the next three chapters [depending on the outcome of the polls], just to satisfy/thank/appease you (as well as to get your opinion):

Matt smirked at the blond and laughed, "What the hell are you doing?"

Mello glared at him, groaning and coughing, "I'm smoking, you dumb fuck. What does it look like?"

"Well it looks to me as if you're coughing up a lung."

Mello only glared harder.

"C'mon Mels. We both know you hate cigarettes with a passion."

"Yeah, well…I've been taking smoking up as a 'Now and Then' sort of thing," Mello said, regarding the cigarette in his hand with a dark look, "I'm assuming it's an acquired taste."

"It's not," Matt chuckled, drawing closer to the other boy, "you either like it, or you hate it. Now why have you really been doing this?"

Mello sighed and stamped the thing out, muttering about how it 'wasn't working anyway.' He looked up at Matt and sighed. "What does it matter? Why haven't you just yelled at me for being a fucking fag, and left already?"

Matt stepped even nearer, if that was possible, to the blond.

"I'm not yelling, because of these," he mumbled, pulling something silver out of his pocket, and holding it in front of Mello's face, "they make me just like you."

"Tin foil turned you gay? Wow. My savior," Mello scoffed, turning away.

The red head grabbed his arm and pulled him back quickly. He glanced at the other boy before hesitantly responding, "It's not tin foil," his expression grew sheepish as he looked anywhere but at the other boy, "They're Hershey Kiss wrappers."

"I don't see the significance," Mello said, confusion settling over his features.

"I have these for the same reason you have that pack of cigarettes," Matt declared, smirking at Mello's stricken expression, knowing the blond was putting two and two together, "I have these because you kissed me. I thought, maybe, if I ate chocolate that I'd be able to taste you again…But just the same as me and cigarettes, chocolate doesn't taste like you, youjust taste like chocolate."

"You ate those because you couldn't have me?" Mello asked.

Matt nodded before replying, "Just as you smoked those because you couldn't have me."

They both flinched at the awkward silence this caused, and Mello was suddenly painfully aware of just how close to him Mail was.

"But what if—" Mello sighed.

"What if, what?"

"What if…" Mello tried again, "Fuck it…What if you could have me?"

Mail simply stared at him.

"I'm serious. Years of avoiding you, years of silence, hatred over your current rank…forget that. Because I can't stop thinking about that one fucking kiss."

Mail froze, and then grinned, bringing his lips closer to Mello's, "Putting all of that aside. Skipping over the drugs, abandonment, and loneliness…" His smile grew, "Then I'd be lucky, Mihael."

"You'd have to stop with the drugs," Mello warned, his lips brushing Matt's.

"I've been off hard drugs for a while, and weed is nothing compared to you," Mail breathed, "Just don't leave me again. Friends were one thing, but if this is happening, you can't leave again."

Mail held his breath, waiting for a response, while he both cursed his intellect for forcing him into growing up so fast, as well as froze all thought process that went beyond how close Mihael's mouth was to his own.

"I'll never leave you."

And that was all Mail needed to hear.

SEE? I DO LOVE YOU.

They may be moving a bit fast [tell me if you want me to save this, or at least them getting together for a later chapter, since I recognize that they're still young…] But I think it suits them.

(Sneak peek is subject to minor change for flow/editing purposes)

Alright, thanks for reading.

XOXO,

Jinna.