They lookedat Becky who nodded, telling them, "You know about Megan and Morgan butI'm different. I'm here because I like girls. I may not be any diffe...entthan other girls but I am still not 'normal' by the standards ofothers."The twins just shrugged and gave up the questioning. They didn't careabout it and was happy that the girls were able to have their own placeaway from people who didn't like girls like them. Their minds weren'tready to comprehend the possibility that even as mutants there. ' Would be kinda impressive if she knows that i exist ' you think to yourself.For the past years, you only spied on Ashley . You felt kinda like a creep. But it was for good reasons. You just wanted to know what things she likes . Like : Skateboard , grunge music, subway, emo, blah blah blah..But this time , after all that time, it time to put that ' time' in good use! You are going to ask her out!As you run down the alley to the Math class, who is located in the end far of the school, you get. The photographs had long since been committed to memory. She sensed his presence behind her. After several months, she’d almost convinced herself that she’d imagined that night in the living room, relegating the sensations to the nocturnal imaginings of a needy unconscious. Now she knew it was not so. The hairs on the back of her neck stood and she shivered. She didn’t turn around. Instead, she clicked the mouse button and advanced the picture. Just when she thought that perhaps she had. Perhaps he should have put on somepants instead. Well it can't be helped now, he thought. The receptionist looked up as he walked over to her. "Can I helpyou, Madam?" She asked brightly. "Yes. I'm here to see my... husband, Simon Mitchell." Danstumbled over the words. He still found it hard to describe someone ashis husband. A look of realisation struck the blonde receptionist's face. "Oh,I'm sorry Mrs Mitchell. I didn't recognise you. Simon will probably be inhis office. If you just go through.