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Nevuela — Keep On Truckin', Ch. 3

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Description Keep On Truckin’
(sequel to IMYOR62)

Chapter Three:
Vee My Valentine

Pink. Everywhere… pink. Pink hearts. All over town. Hanging from the awnings at Flo’s. Plastered on the doors of every last cozy cone. Painted all over the town’s resident hippie. Strung around the Leaning Tower of Tires. Scattered carelessly all over the junkyard. On a flag atop the pole in front of Sarge’s Surplus Hut, below which an irate Jeep was trying his hardest to unknot the rope and lower the fluttering eyesore. Even temporarily tattooed in more than a few unmentionable places.

Pink. Neon pink, salmon pink, bubblegum pink, magenta pink, Pepto Bismol pink, transmission fluid pink… it was enough to make the sanest vehicle see pink with rage. Pink hearts engulfing the town in mushy forced sentiments. And not nearly enough red to allow the menfolk to feel comfortable with their masculinity.

Lightning surveyed the scene, eyes wide with horror. “Wow. Um… the twins sure outdid themselves,” he said to Doc, who was standing beside him. The old Hornet took one look in the direction of his clinic and closed his eyes with a groan. After a moment he opened them again, half hoping the lurid pink blemishes would be gone. No such luck. The building, adorned with valentines and frilly streamers, looked more like a bridal boutique than a medical clinic.

“How did you ever talk me into letting those two decorate?” he grumbled.

Lightning blushed. “Well, they did a good job with my wedding,” he replied, scuffing a tire over a fallen heart. “Sally was really impressed. But this - this is just - just…” Feeling twin sets of eyes on his rear bumper, Lightning turned to find none other than the two girls responsible for the décor. “Great!” he finished loudly, tacking a frantic smile on his face.

The Miatas grinned from headlight to headlight at his approval. They were both painted a sickening sugary pink. On their hoods were large, identical hearts the exact shade of red as their idol. In lieu of the traditional arrow, each heart was pierced with a golden lightning bolt. Both girls wore heavy makeup and their entire bodies appeared to be coated with a fine layer of glitter gloss.

Lightning backed up slightly but kept his composure. “Great job, ladies!” he spoke through gritted teeth as he held his grin in place. “I, uh, was just telling Doc here that you two really outdid yourselves this time! The town looks very… romantic.” The girls grinned even wider, if it were possible, and emitted twin squeals of delight.

“If you like this, wait till you see your racing headquarters!” Mia exclaimed.

Lightning’s smile vanished. “My what?”

“You are SO going to love it!” said Tia. “We used all the best decorations on it! Come see!”

Before he could object, both girls flanked him and started steering him in the direction of their ‘masterpiece.’

* * *

With a large yet amazingly agile tire, Mack arranged the delicate cluster of baby’s breath around the red rose. He had one eye squinted almost shut as he moved painstakingly slowly over the corsage. Red watched him work in wide-eyed fascination.

“There. Perfect.” Letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, the big rig backed up and admired his creation with a proud smile. He glanced up at the fire truck, who was now staring in awe at the corsage. “What do you think, Red?”

Red grinned and nodded.

“Thanks a mil for the flowers,” Mack told him, gathering up the rest of the corsages and placing them in a large cooler to keep them fresh. Red’s smile faded and he backed halfway into his garage, suddenly shy. Mack looked at him questioningly and followed the fire truck’s gaze.

Vee was coming toward him up the street. Mack slammed the cooler lid shut and pulled in front of it, blocking it from her view. But Vee appeared to be preoccupied with the town’s garish décor. Judging by the smirk on her face, she was no more thrilled about it than he was. Her eyes traveled past the semi and snagged on a particularly frilly garland of lacy pink hearts strung across the front of the courthouse behind him.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I feel like I’m in a tampon commercial or something. I mean, could this possibly be any gayer?” She nodded toward the building.

Mack blushed. “Oh, well… then I guess you won’t be too happy about this,” he chuckled, turning around. He pushed the cooler forward. Vee stared at it, unimpressed, until he lifted the lid. Inside the box were ten corsages, each one more dazzling than the last. There were roses, orchids, lilies, carnations… flowers of every color in the rainbow. No two corsages were alike. Vee gasped.

“Oh Mack - they’re beautiful!” she whispered. “Are - are these all for me?”

Mack grinned. “No, only one is. The rest are for the nine other ladies I’m seeing.”

Vee laughed and punched his fender. She reached into the cooler and lifted one of the corsages out, admiring it with breathless awe. It had a pink rosebud rimmed with fern fronds and baby’s breath.

“Allow me,” he said, taking it from her. He was about to place it over her right headlight when she backed away suddenly.

“Not yet! I need to get cleaned up first.”

On closer inspection Mack noted that the Chrysler was covered with a fine layer of dust.

“I’ve been practicing out at the Butte all afternoon and I’m sure I’m a mess,” she explained.

“No problem.” He turned around. “Hey, Red! Can I getcha to do me one more favor?”

Red drove out of his garage, staring at the semi curiously.

“Red loaned me the flowers,” Mack told Vee, before instructing the fire truck to hose her off.

A gentle stream of water washed over Vee. It was cold at first, but she quickly got used to it and soon found it refreshing. She turned slowly on the spot, allowing Red to wash away every last speck of dust. Mack sucked in a breath as he watched, mesmerized by the way the water ran in gleaming rivulets down her curves.

“Okay. Thank you, Red!” Vee said, indicating that she was done. Red shut the water off and tucked his hose away, smiling bashfully at her. Vee shook herself dry, showering Mack and Red both with droplets of water. Mack chuckled and drove forward, fastening the corsage he’d been holding to a spot near the center of her hood. Then he took one after another and attached them all to various places along her body, until she was covered with flowers.

He had just withdrawn the last corsage from the cooler when Vee swiped it from his tire and deftly affixed it to his left wheel well, just above the headlight. Mack blushed and when she pulled away, the two stood gazing at each other in silence for nearly a minute.

Finally, Mack sighed and shook his hood. “What a waste,” he murmured.

“What’s a waste?”

“All those flowers. On you they just look like weeds!”

Vee smirked. “Great. So in other words I’m wearing a bunch of corsages made of weeds. Really romantic.” He gave her an apologetic look and her smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Thank you, Mack.” She gave him an innocent, if lingering, kiss on the lips.

Mack chuckled softly as he kissed her back. “Hey, not so fast there!” he teased. “I thought you weren’t into all this mushy-gushy love-dovey stuff!”

Vee chuckled too. “Well, I’m certainly not too crazy about having a whole day dedicated to it. I mean, look around. Everyone’s acting like Cupid shot ‘em in the back bumper. It’s like, now that it’s Valentine’s Day we’ve all got to go and do something cheesy just to prove we can be romantic, if only for one day. And that’s usually all it is: one lousy day.”

One look into each other’s eyes and both vehicles felt a small stab of guilt.

“I’m sorry,” Vee murmured. “I didn’t mean -”

Mack shook his hood. “Don’t be.” He brushed his tire against hers in a reassuring gesture. “I don’t blame you for hating this holiday. It is pretty stupid, after all.” Despite his words, he still felt guilty.

On their first Valentine’s Day together two years earlier, Vee had acted strangely indifferent to what most lovers considered “their special day.” He had taken her out to dinner and a movie that night, but it wasn’t until they lay snuggled together in the afterglow of their lovemaking that she confessed her disdain for that particular holiday.

“It’s kind of hard dissociating Valentine’s Day with being an escort,” she had said. “Worst day of the year, really. Definitely the busiest. We were always short-staffed then. In fact, I was hired at Ford’s only a week before the big day. Slade didn’t have nearly enough girls to go around, so he came up to me in a bar, a total stranger, and offered me a thousand dollar incentive to come work for him. To this day I still don’t know what possessed me to say yes, but I did. Jerk took that grand out of my own earnings later on.”

If it weren’t for Mack’s well-meaning attempts at romance, Valentine’s Day would have passed without so much as a grunt of acknowledgment from Vee. In spite of what she’d told him, he’d decided to try all the harder to make that day as meaningful for her as possible. And this Valentine’s Day he intended to make the most meaningful of all.

* * *

Adorned with hearts and streamers, Ramone’s House of Body Art looked no manlier than any other building in town, even with the large crimson semi truck parked in front of it. Gaspar appeared rather uncomfortable as he paid the Impala for his services.

“Yo, relax man,” Ramone told him. “It’s gonna be tender for a while.”

“How long?”

“Eh, few days, maybe. In the meantime you’re gonna wanna avoid doin’ the deed.”

Gaspar snorted. “And why would I ever want to avoid that?”

“Cuz it’s gonna hurt like hell till the swelling goes down,” Ramone replied casually as he turned to put his tools away.

“WHAT?” the big rig roared. “But today’s Valentine’s Day!”

“Yeah, so?”

“So why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Ramone shrugged. “Dude, I thought you knew.”

Gaspar seethed. “Great. So you’re telling me I can’t even give my wife -” he shut his mouth at the sound of a familiar engine and spun around.

“Give me what?” asked Midge, pulling up.

Gaspar winced at the throbbing ache in his underside and forced a smile for her. “Oh, hey Baby Doll.” He turned slightly so she could see the design on his side. It was a pink heart with the name Midge written in elegant cursive letters inside it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Midge took one look at it and her own heart instantly melted. “Oh honey…” Then she noticed Ramone, who was grinning devilishly from the doorway of his shop. She smirked. “All right, where’s the other one?” she demanded, looking her husband over.

Gaspar gave her a grin to match Ramone’s. “Oh, you’ll see, hun. It’s someplace real special. For your eyes only!”

"Psssh, yeah right,” the low rider grumbled. “I just been having to look at it for the last hour and a half!”

Midge chuckled. “Well, let’s see it then!”

Gaspar gingerly tilted himself to one side, exposing his undercarriage. Midge’s eyes widened.

“Ooooh, hello Daddy!” she purred. “I bet that must have hurt.”

“Not a bit,” he said as he lowered himself with utmost caution, then slowly turned to face her. “So whadda ya think?”

“I think,” Midge said, driving forward with a seductive smile, “that you, Gaspar Trucker, are going to be one very happy man tonight.”

As they kissed, Gaspar made a mental note to throttle Ramone.

* * *

The winter sun hung low in the sky, casting long, silver-blue shadows over Radiator Springs. Several tables had been set up on the outskirts of town, around which all the residents were now parked and enjoying the lavish spaghetti dinner Flo had prepared.

Mack and Vee were parked at one table, enjoying the meal while observing the goings-on around them. At the next table Lightning and Sally exchanged helpless looks while Mater stood between them guffawing over a rather crude joke he’d just told about a dump truck in love with a limousine. On their other side Lizzie was chatting Red’s ear off, reminiscing long-past Valentine’s Days with Stanley. Red nodded politely from time to time, though his attention had long since wandered.

At another table, Mia and Tia were looking thoroughly displeased at the fact that they hadn’t managed to get dates. They glanced around, eyeing the couples enviously and giving all the single men covetous looks when on any other day they hardly afforded them a passing glance. At the table next to them, Gaspar shifted uncomfortably on his tires as Midge whispered something to him that made him blush. Flo and Ramone were already making out at their table while nearby Doc and Sheriff platonically shared a meal and light conversation.

Sarge and Fillmore were discretely parked at a table that appeared as though it had been moved away from the others. There were even fresh drag marks in the dirt to confirm this. Fillmore sipped his champagne contentedly while Sarge grumbled to himself, though quite loud enough for those nearest to hear, about “getting stuck with the stinkin’ hippie again.’ The widely-known fact that he had chosen to park at Fillmore’s table was never mentioned.

Luigi and Guido had abandoned their meal in favor of entertaining the other diners. The little Fiat was currently wandering from table to table, serenading the unfortunate couples while Guido accompanied him on the accordion.

“When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!”

Ramone, who had painted himself magenta for the occasion, pulled his lips away from Flo’s and glared at him. “Hey man, can’t you see I’m a little busy here?”

“I am-a only trying to set-a the mood!” Luigi replied, then resumed singing. “When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore!”

Ramone growled. “You gonna be kissing your own back bumper if I hear any amore out of you! Now scram!”

Luigi gasped. “The nerve! Come, Guido. We will-a not waste another breath on-a this bastardo rosa crudele!” And in a huff both Italian vehicles turned and drove off toward the next table.

“What did you call me?” Ramone demanded, driving after them. “Hey! Get back here and say whatever you just said to my face!”

Red watched the three men bicker in front of his table with growing anxiety. He slowly backed away, leaving Lizzie to chat up the newly vacated spot beside her, and snuck over to her curio shop. A minute later loud music poured across town as Stevie Wonder sang “I Just Called To Say I Love You.”

No New Year's Day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring, no song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day

Relieved by this interruption, the diners quickly left their tables to go cruising. “Good thinking, Red,” Vee said as she and Mack passed him on Main Street. She stopped and gave him a peck on the bumper. Red blushed crimson and gave her a bashful smile in return.

No April rain, no flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

“There’s a lot of love out here, man,” Fillmore commented as he watched the couples in various stages of intimacy. He gave Sarge a friendly nudge and a wink. The Jeep, who was driving beside him, curled his normally stiff bumper in a sneer.

“What have I told you about embarrassing me, hippie?” he grumbled.

“I dunno. What?”

Sarge rolled his eyes.

Several of the cruisers traded partners at the start of each song. Mater made it a point to cruise with everyone, male and female, whether they liked it or not. Even the most reluctant found him impossible to refuse. Having a tow hook latched under one’s back bumper and dangerously close to certain parts can be very persuasive.

Vee was in the middle of her third cruise with him when Mack passed her going in the opposite direction. She turned to follow him and, in one swift move, managed to unglue Lizzie from his side and trade places with her. The elderly car rolled away with Mater, both seemingly unaware of the switch. Vee smiled up at Mack and the big rig chuckled. He glanced around at the other cruisers and, without a word, turned and drove away. Vee followed.

It wasn’t until they were well beyond the town limits that she ventured to speak.

“So where are we going?” she asked him.

Mack grinned slyly. “Oh, you’ll see.”

Vee smirked at him, but did not question him further. Judging by the direction they were headed, she had a pretty good idea where he was taking her. A few minutes of silent driving finally compelled her to seek out some music on her radio. Finding the perfect song for the occasion, she turned the volume up so that Mack could listen too. The two vehicles drove closer together as Martina McBride started to sing “My Valentine.”

If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I’d still feel for you

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine


All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You’ve opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly

I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn’t love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time...
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
’cause all I need is you, my valentine
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine.

* * *

Mack pulled off the road several minutes later. They had arrived at an outlook that afforded a panoramic view of the valley below. Vee parked beside him at the cliff’s edge and turned off her lights and radio. The sudden plunge into silence and darkness left both of them momentarily blind and deaf. Neither one spoke as they stood side by side, adjusting to the night around them. Far, far below the festive neon lights of Radiator Springs could be seen, glowing like a familiar face in a crowd.

Just up the road from the Wheel Well, this vantage point was one of their favorite parking spots. Mack stared out at the horizon where black earth met deep blue starry sky. He said nothing even as he scooted closer to Vee. His tire brushed absently against her own much smaller tire and she leaned into him with a sigh. Mack tensed and pulled away. Vee gave him a puzzled look.

“Something wrong?”

“Oh no,” Mack replied, shaking his hood. “I uh, I’m just… ummm…”

Vee smirked. “What? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold tires! This is the one day out of the whole year when we’re supposed to get cozy with each other. Everyone expects us to. It’s like our civic duty or whatever.”

This time Mack smirked. “Did my dad tell you that?”

Vee shrugged. “I overheard him saying it to your mom last night after she told him to behave himself or he’d be spending Valentine’s Day alone.”

Despite the usual mortification that Mack associated with his father’s antics, he found himself chuckling. "Yep. Poor old Dad. He might as well spend tonight alone after what Ramone put him through.”

Vee laughed too. “Just don’t tell me you’ve gone and done the same thing!”

“Of course not!” he insisted. “Do I look stupid to you? Well, Dad’s not stupid, but he is crazy.” They shared another laugh.

When he’d calmed down, Mack looked down at Vee, dazzled by the reflections of the stars on her windshield. He felt his engine heat up in a way that had nothing to do with lust. Okay, Mack. This is it. Now or never…

Mack took a deep breath and took her tire in his own. “Vee,” he said, surprised to find himself trembling. “Vee, will you -”

One look in her starry eyes and it was like he’d hit an enormous roadblock. Those words, those two simple words, had parked themselves on the tip of his tongue and refused to budge. Marry me, marry me, marry me…Come on Mack, just say it already!

“Will you… be my valentine?”

Mack blushed red hot and cursed himself. Vee stared up at him curiously.

“I thought I already was?”

“Well yeah, but… uh…”

Vee smirked at him. “What happened? Did you get stood up by those other nine women?” she teased.

This time Mack looked puzzled. Then he chuckled, more from nerves than her joke. “Oh! Well, heh, actually - they all had previous engagements and -” he winced at the word ‘engagement,’ “and since you’re the only one who showed up, I thought...” He shrugged and forced a grin for her, though all the while he was kicking himself for his cowardice.

Vee’s lips found his and she kissed him with a fiery passion that took him completely by surprise. “Does that answer your question?” she purred, before diving in for another kiss.

Mack kissed her back with an unprecedented urgency, as though by doing so he could somehow erase his shame. His tongue swept into her mouth to dance with hers. All the things he found he couldn’t say were still there. He could taste them just as surely as he could taste her.

He drowned himself in the kiss. They barely broke apart for air when he dove straight back in, nearly smothering her. With one giant tire he gently turned her to the side, then away from him, exploring every inch of her frame with his hungry lips. He wanted her, needed her, loved her more than anything. As he took her, he gave himself in return, deriving all of his pleasure from that which he gave to her.

High above the valley, at their favorite outlook, right beside the road, they made love. They made love, deep into the night, and for just a few heavenly hours - far too few - Mack was able to forget his foolish mistake.


(“Bastardo rosa crudele” means “heartless pink bastard")



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Comments: 30

Elchupacabra51 [2014-03-11 21:18:25 +0000 UTC]

They made love... ohhh... I know what they mean.

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Nevuela In reply to Elchupacabra51 [2014-03-13 00:19:34 +0000 UTC]

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SargeCarLover [2012-12-15 18:30:25 +0000 UTC]

They are so cute ^^

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Nevuela In reply to SargeCarLover [2012-12-15 23:14:03 +0000 UTC]

Thankies! ^_____^

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BlackWolfStar15 [2012-03-16 02:58:23 +0000 UTC]

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Nevuela In reply to BlackWolfStar15 [2012-03-16 04:46:09 +0000 UTC]

^________^

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BlackWolfStar15 In reply to Nevuela [2012-03-18 01:24:22 +0000 UTC]

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Nevuela In reply to BlackWolfStar15 [2012-03-18 04:53:04 +0000 UTC]

Aw yeah, that would've been great. ^___^

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Pixar-Porsche [2011-07-20 05:13:27 +0000 UTC]

Who woulda thought Radiator Springs would be so romantic??? XD Very cute!

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Nevuela In reply to Pixar-Porsche [2011-07-20 19:34:31 +0000 UTC]

Gracias!

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KitCatKat13 [2011-06-01 02:18:00 +0000 UTC]

Favorite car/part: Ramone


“What did you call me?”
“Hey! Get back here and say whatever you just said to my face!”

Heartless pink bastard...lol...poor ramone....¡Oh, mi pobre bebé, ven aquí a camille mamá, que te hará sentir mucho mejor.

Love ya Ramone!

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Moonstone27 [2009-02-16 03:03:11 +0000 UTC]

Very pretty!!

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skyprophecy1 [2008-08-30 15:12:29 +0000 UTC]

"'What did you call me?' Ramone demanded, driving after them. 'Hey! Get back here and say whatever you just said to my face!'"

LOL I just cracked up at that xDDDDDDD

LOL Heartless pink bastard?????!!!!!!! xDDDDDDDDDDDDD *laughing more*

But it was a very sweet chapter ^^

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Nevuela In reply to skyprophecy1 [2008-08-31 16:51:09 +0000 UTC]

Hehe thanks. Twas fun but very challenging to write. I wanted to include everyone. No easy task.

That Ramone. What a card. XD

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Oniellsgal [2008-04-07 04:50:38 +0000 UTC]

OMG cute

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Nevuela In reply to Oniellsgal [2008-04-07 07:04:56 +0000 UTC]

Thanks! ^_^ But you really should read the first fic, if you haven't yet. This is the sequel to "I'll Meet You On Route 62."

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SheriffMercury99 [2008-03-14 15:23:42 +0000 UTC]

Must have more!! Please write more!!

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Nevuela In reply to SheriffMercury99 [2008-03-14 18:17:01 +0000 UTC]

I shall definitely do so within the next few days!

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InvaderAmmy00 [2008-02-22 21:48:20 +0000 UTC]

happy late v-day
awhhhh so cute
idk if this was the one u were deleting but im commenting anway

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Nevuela In reply to InvaderAmmy00 [2008-02-23 02:24:03 +0000 UTC]

It was. I just deleted it so I could add a bit more to the end without having anyone read it before it was truly finished.

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InvaderAmmy00 In reply to Nevuela [2008-02-23 13:37:50 +0000 UTC]

well ill read it anyway...again cuz i always seem to miss stuff the 1st time i read it thru =]

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Heartbrokenangel439 [2008-02-22 13:05:38 +0000 UTC]

Oh come on Mack....just say it!! You were so close!! Come on try again! Oh well, good chapter!

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Rollerwings [2008-02-21 18:34:17 +0000 UTC]

Mack is so romantic! Great chapter, from the twins' overenthusiastic decorating to the subtle hints at an attraction between Fillmore and Sarge. That was quite telling when Sarge took Fillmore's "there's a lot of love" comment personally.

Poor guy, though. Just like the night at the prom when they found themselves alone, he couldn't bring himself to express his true feelings.

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Nevuela In reply to Rollerwings [2008-02-21 22:57:06 +0000 UTC]

Indeed. He's a big sweety. ^_^

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NikChik-11 [2008-02-21 17:54:19 +0000 UTC]

Another great illustration! As usual!

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Nevuela In reply to NikChik-11 [2008-02-21 22:56:25 +0000 UTC]

Gracias! XD

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NikChik-11 In reply to Nevuela [2008-02-22 01:25:30 +0000 UTC]

Venada! (did I even spell that right? Lawl, I've been watching too much Dora! xD)

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Nevuela In reply to NikChik-11 [2008-02-22 05:53:48 +0000 UTC]

I believe it's de nada. ^_^

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NikChik-11 In reply to Nevuela [2008-02-22 05:59:21 +0000 UTC]

Cool! I learned something today! xDDD Beat that Dora! Lol

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gemtherabbit-123 [2008-02-21 12:37:36 +0000 UTC]

late i know but
Happy V- day dear

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Nevuela In reply to gemtherabbit-123 [2008-02-21 22:56:07 +0000 UTC]

Thankies! Happy belated V-Day to you too. <3

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gemtherabbit-123 In reply to Nevuela [2008-02-22 08:56:08 +0000 UTC]

thank you

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