HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007! Very late, very sorry. Been a bad Xangaer. Honestly 2007 hasn't exactly started off that well, with the death of MCBC. Yes, it is dead and replaced by MCMB (Meg Cabot Message Board) and with all due respects to Meg and all the admins, it's not the same. There are more rules and my beloved Footie Chat thread is no more...that's what sucks the most, because the Footie Chat thread is one of the best things in my life. Or WAS one of the best things *sigh* At least I managed to update one of my almost-dead fics. I've lost interest in them, but whatever, I'll try to finish at least one. So here's an excerpt of Forbidden Chapter 12, Fraud -
Suze I didn’t know how long I just stood there and stared at him, until he asked if he could come in. I was tempted to say no, considering the look on his face and the fact that my apartment was pretty much in a mess. But I stepped aside, and Dylan practically stomped in, his face like thunder. I knew this must have something to do with Jesse, and my body quickly filled with cold dread. “What the hell is going on?” he said all of a sudden, swerving to face me as I closed the door. I narrowed my eyes. “Shouldn’t I be the one to ask –” “I mean, you and Jesse. What is going on? First you two are together, then you’re breaking up, then you’re together again and now you’re not? Can’t you two just make up your minds?” he stopped, looking hard at me. Despite the truth in his words, I felt my blood simmer. I mean, who wanted to wake up on a Sunday morning to be shouted at by your ex-boyfriend’s best friend? “Dylan, I don’t think it’s any of your damn business,” I snapped, crossing my arms and fixing him an equally hard look. “Of course it’s my business, when one half of this confusing couple is my best friend and I don’t even know if I can call him my best friend anymore, since I could barely recognize him whenever I see him,” he said, and started pacing around the living room. I sighed. “Look, I don’t know how much you know, but we decided that we weren’t meant to be together, and that’s it. We’re just not together.” He stopped and glared at me again. “You mean, both of you decided or you decided?” “What does it matter? It’s over, okay. Now if you’re here to yell at me-” “Do you have any idea how bad he’s feeling right now? Huh, Suze? Do you?” I paused and without invitation, the sadness that was so obvious on Jesse’s face the day I met him flashed into my mind. God only knew how much I understood that look, even on the day of my best friend’s wedding. “He’s sad. I can understand. I feel the same way…but I know he will get over it,” I said, even though part of me was hoping, selfishly, that he would never get over me. Dylan scoffed. “You can understand. I see. It’s so easy for you to understand when you’re off with a new guy, starting a new relationship, not thinking twice about the fact you just dumped the man you’re supposedly so in love with not two months ago. Yeah, Suze, I can see how you can understand.” My face heated at the sarcasm in his tone. I felt ashamed, not because that he thought I didn’t understand but because in actual fact, there was no other man in my life. I had told so many lies that it wasn’t even hard for me to believe that there could actually be another man in my life. Otherwise, how could I have ended things with Jesse, right? What sane woman would? “You don’t understand,” was all I could reply, and I knew I had said the wrong thing because he practically went ballistic the next second. “You’re right, Suze, I don’t understand! I don’t understand how someone like Jesse could change just because of something you did. God dammit, do you have any idea what happened to Jesse last night?” | 
