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Chpt 13 - That Awesome New Year's Party

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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Okay there's a lot of intimate kissing and a little bit of yaoi in this chapter so just be warned. You don't have to read it if you don't want to since this chapter is basically irrelevant to the story :)

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Mitch and Azalea wake from their slumber, having just found out about the squids' evil schemes and most importantly, Scarlet's death.

It was so much to take in, too many unanswered questions, too much scattered information dotted about that still needed to be slotted into place. They both wondered what they'd got themselves into, how were they possibly going to solve a problem that still needed to be understood?

The questions puzzled everyone so, it was hard to concentrate on what needed to be focused on in the real world.

Mitch decides to get up, he sits up and furiously rubs his head as it starts to pound, all the blood suddenly rushing to it. The pain subsides and he glances at Azalea, studying her fearful and concerned expression as she stares up at the ceiling. He wished there was something he could do or say. Something that would make everything go away.

Mitch journeys to the bathroom and stares at his reflection in the mirror. Oh dood. He thought to himself, You've really let yourself go. His washed out skin and heavy bags under his eyes made resemble more of a Zombie than the BajanCanadian. He hardly understood why Azalea still paid him any attention looking like utter trash.

Maybe she has other things on her mind. He thinks to himself, why would she care about how I look over everything else? Still, his zombie-fied look still bothered him. The last time he remembered looking even remotely like this was the day after that awesome New Years party.

That was most certainly a night to remember. Mitch says in his mind. Mitch remembered it more vividly than he let on, probably because it was a few months before he decided to 'ask the question', so the months following up to it were some of the best in his life.

Azalea also had the same nostalgic thoughts running through her head. She missed all the times when the Team could have fun. Now life was boring and as unhappy as ever. At least I have Mitch to brighten things up. Azalea thinks, but even that she doubted soon afterwards. He seemed to be too tied up in his own problems to brighten anything up for her.

Azalea tries to concentrate on the task at hand, but her head was still full of the thoughts from the night before, about that awesome New Year's party.

Azalea sits up and places both of her feet on the soft floor, fixing her hair as her hairline had seemingly disappeared overnight. She looks towards the door to see Mitch returning from the bathroom, he leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms. They smile at each other, and the flashback starts.

"Ready?" Mitch asks Azalea as he stands at the door and she sits on the bed.

"Yep." Azalea answers. She gets up and takes Mitch's hand as they journey downstairs to the party.

Azalea was wearing a short fuchsia coloured dress, decorated with flowing lacy bits and finished of with a wide black belt.

Kinda lame. Azalea thought, but at least it shows my curves.

What curves? Azalea's mind fights with her.

Shut up. It doesn't matter anyway.

Psyche psyche psyche!