Author's Note: Dear. God. You know, what I've done to all my fabulous readers is so unforgivable. I don't KNOW the last time I updated this. It had such promise. I dunno, something just wasn't clicking. I've written this chapter about 3 different times with 3 different scenarios. This is honestly probably the shortest chapter I've ever written. I feel so freaking horrible for not being a good little authoress for you all. I've been suffering from chronic writer's block. Everything was all good and dandy when I started this fic. Heck, I had such great inspiration that I thought, "what the hell, I can write three fics at one time". Not a good idea. REALLY not a good idea. I felt so waterlogged with work. This must be to some degree what a real author feels when a deadline is coming up. Not that I'm getting paid. Sure, maybe I am with the love and support of all of my lovely readers. But DAMN, I must have lost about half of you with the length it took me to update this. This fic, is, kinda for the most part extremely plotless. When I started it I was like "wow, this is such a good idea!" but now I have no idea where to go with it. I'd hate to beg but you might want to take this as a reluctant plea for help. I managed to squeeze out this chapter on pure will. Ugh, I feel like such a horrible person. This chapter was pretty dang pointless. I'm beginning to wonder what the hell Allie has to do with the plot. It's all a big... kinda what the hell am I writing kinda deal... Well. Don't I sound lovely and optimistic. Well, I always love reviews. Reviews give me hope. I mean, seriously they do. The moment I get a review I am so overjoyed that I do a little dance. I'm not joking. So, if you review, it may give me incentive to you know, get some damn inspiration...

Is this blackmail?

Dear god, I hope it's not. But whatevs. You never have to do anything, I'd just really love some feedback~... Tell me what I'm doing wrong. I love all of the reviews that say they think this fic is adorable. And I believe you all, I really do. But I want to know what I'm doing wrong too. That would be fantabulous~ So... Overly-long AN done... on with the pointless chapter and hopefully some inspiration for what is to come!

They sky was a pure, endless blue. Not a cloud flitted through the great expanse of pale aqua color. I stared up at the sky helplessly. Agh, this is too freaking annoying… I glanced hopelessly down at Antonio who was sitting next to me on the park bench, calmly eating an ice cream cone. It was all over his face, there was even some on his forehead. I couldn't help but smile at him. Antonio turned to me and grinned, chocolate ice cream forming a mustache on his upper lip. I shook my head.

"Clean your face, you've got chocolate all over," I sighed, handing him a napkin.

"Why aren't we in school, Lovi?" inquired Antonio, taking the napkin from me. I didn't answer him straight away, I was watching a couple walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand. Something about that couple made me want to throw something at them.

"Lovi?" Antonio waved a hand in front of my face. I glanced down at him.

"I dunno," I grumbled. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that I'd chickened out on asking Arthur for help. "I'm going to talk to him on the phone or something. Doing that face to face is fucking stupid," I sighed, putting my arms on the top of the bench and leaning back to stare up at the sky again.

"Swear jar! You have to put a quarter in the swear jar!" cried Antonio, standing up and pointing a little accusatory finger at me. I blinked at him, confused.

"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes.

"You said fuck!" he shouted, his innocent green eyes searing into me.

I felt my body jolt in surprise at his loud use of the word. I glanced apologetically at the irked couple that had been walking by.

"How obscene!" whispered the woman as they quickened their pace.

"Dammit, Antonio the swear jar doesn't work if you say the word too, dumbass!"

Antonio stared at me, his olive eyes wide and hurt. Fuck, those things were like goddamn guilt bombs. I grimaced at him. Something about this Antonio held something over me that made me unable to get angry with him.

"Fuck," I grumbled, rubbing a hand on the back of my head. "Well, damn, c'mon," I gestured for him to follow me as I began to walk away.

"Where are we going, Lovi?" asked Antonio, attempting to keep up with my brisk pace but failing miserably. I didn't give him even a glance back. "Wah Lovi~" wailed Antonio. I felt a tiny twinge break through my heart. I gritted my teeth. Fuck, this whole thing was just weird. Normally, I could just walk away. I could walk fucking away from Antonio and not even look back. But that pleading, incessant voice just rang straight through my very soul and stirred something. I don't know what the fuck that something is. I don't want to know what the fuck that something is. It was then, that his wail was not in my earshot. I turned around in confusion. Antonio wasn't behind me. He wasn't anywhere. Panicked, I tried calling out to him but I didn't get any response.

"FUCK!" I shouted, glancing every direction for any view of the child. Dammit, it was so much easier when he was six foot three to find the idiot. Now he was a shrunken, tiny little toddler and he could be anywhere. "Goddammit," I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose in my frustration. I take my eye off him for one second and he's gone! How the fuck does he get lost so quickly? My head was aching from all of this. Dammit, that woman really fucked up my day when she ran into me.

"Hooky again?"

I opened my eyes in shock. Speak of the fucking devil. I whirled around to see the woman, Allison, Allie, whatever the fuck her name was, staring at me in mild curiosity. I had nothing to say to her, I growled something incomprehensible and stalked away. I needed to find Antonio before he did something stupid.

And Antonio always did something stupid.

"Whoa, you're not even going to offer a polite, 'hello ma'am! Beautiful day isn't it?'" she questioned. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. I guess she was one of those people where she was either that good with sarcasm or was that fucking horrible at sarcasm. I turned around to glare at her.

"I have more pressing matters than school," I retorted. "And those pressing matters do not involve nosey kindergarten teachers," I added, rolling my eyes.

"Aren't you missing something?" she asked. It was her tone that made me turn around, not so much her words. I barely even heard her words because that self-satisfactory, I-know-something-you-don't-know tone was telling me everything. I turned one final time around to look at her and saw her holding Antonio.

"What the fuck?" I deadpanned, seriously pissed off at her. I was so pissed off that I didn't even have the emotion to yell at her. It was all being stored, carefully and methodically in my body, just waiting for me to explode.

"I found him, exhausted," she stressed, picking him up and playing with him in a way that reminded me of the way someone would play with a cat. "He was just lying on the sidewalk, chest heaving. I thought he was having heat stroke or something. It was quite unnerving!" I she exclaimed.

I glared at her malevolently. Part of me wanted to thank her for saving me the trouble and worry in trying to find Antonio. But that was a very small part. The majority of my conscious mind was developing different ways to insult her, each more venomous than the last.

"So what were you two doing that made him so exhausted? And where were you?" she questioned all too nosily. I groaned, glaring haphazardly in every other direction before shaking my head and finally deciding to just glare at the ground. I took my good merry time in answering her. I considered telling her the truth. I considered telling an outright lie. I considered not saying anything. However, what I ended up doing was much more to-the-point and in-character.

"Fuck you," I bit the insult harshly. Antonio gasped in shock at my words and Allie seemed to be a bit surprised too as her azure eyes widened. I stretched out my hand; beckoning her to hand Antonio over but she simply clutched him tighter. Antonio also chose to cling to Allie, his arms wrapped around her neck as he stared at me incredulously. He must really not like me swearing. I closed my eyes in irritation and retracted my hand. "Fine," I spat. "Then just keep him. See if I care!" I grumbled, flipping both of them off and stalking into the other direction. I didn't look back. Not when Allie called after me. Not when Antonio wailed in shock that I was actually leaving him. I had a headache from it all.

Or maybe I just had a headache because she fucking ran me over with her car. Either way, I didn't want to look at either of them.

Another Author's Note: As I'm editing this, I feel so hollow when I don't have to scroll very far to get to the bottom. It may be a trick of my computer screen but it looks like my AN is longer than the actual chapter. Now that's just sad. No worries though! I promise that I WILL find some inspiration for this fic and I'll get back into the swing of things! Just you wait!