Agnes. Does Not. Know. How. To. Dance. After a life of listening only the church music, her own violin, and choir, it was of little wonder that the young runaway lacked a certain…finesse when it came to the fine art of dancing. But once Agnes found that she enjoyed dancing, well, there was really little stopping her. Her friend egged her on, it felt good to do it, and she really did not see that she was doing anything that could be viewed as embarrassment worthy. It was fun. Now that her life was different that how it was when she lived under the fear of her parents, she had vowed to have fun as much as possible.

That was why when Agnes, only recently, discovered that her cell phone could hold music too, immediately began to devour the new feature. She listened to everything that caught her fancy: classical, jazz, disco, even classic rock. Class rock, now THEY[/b] had some interesting music.

Stalking down the hallway of the mansion, Agnes paid little mind to the giggles or snickers of passing students. Eyes closed, the runaway, dressed only in flannel pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt that had a large, colorful butterfly across her chest, danced down the hallway in a rather…energetic fashion. High kicks, spins, head bobbing, she did it all as she danced while the earbuds plugged into her ears poured music directly into her brain.

It was pure joy that danced across her face. How could she have ever really gone so long without experiencing something like this? For minutes at a time she escaped from reality and simply allowed herself to be free and dance and sing her cares away.

“Pooooour some suuugar on meeeeee!” she sang along with the song in her ears.

Moving into the kitchen, Agnes slid across the tiled floor with her socks as she began to wiggle and dance all the more energetically. She had no idea what the song was about but she found herself enraptured by the fun and thrill of it. The guitar, the drums, the voice, all of it was simply too much for her to ignore. She loved the song dearly…

Twirling around the counter, Agnes thought about what she was most eager for at the moment: salty? Spicy? Sweet!

Shimmying down, Agnes bent over and opened the bottom cabinet as she fished around for a soda and possibly a Ding-Dong. In doing so, she kept singing and wiggling her hips to the beat. She was too much of a free spirit right now to care anymore…

Rebecca was in the middle of a very peaceful night. She had gotten some writing done, her homework was in order, she had been enjoying a slew of calming songs (that were certainly not about unrequited love or crushes.) The one thing missing from her night was tea. She had plenty of tea at her disposal in her room, but the thing she was lacking was her favorite compliment to tea: honey.

Being a lazy day, Rebecca had been spending time in her room in a pajama set Akshay convinced her to buy. He commented on how the skimpy figure on the shirt was so unlike her, it was ironic and silly. As self-conscious as she found herself in the outfit, (which in her opinion still showed more skin than was her style,) she had to admit that it was comfortable. She considered swapping out the pair of shorts for pajama pants before leaving the room, but the trip would be short enough. Something about America was compelling Rebecca to get more comfortable in her skin, even if it was very freckly skin across her legs, arms and shoulders.

Rebecca found her way to the kitchen without any wild encounters, but sure enough, head buried in a cabinet, butt up in the air waving, was Agnes. Rebecca stifled a laugh, noticing the headphones she was wearing. Agnes had not detected her at all.

It almost crossed Rebecca's mind to smack Agnes's bottom, but the very idea left her on the verge of blushing. No need to be improper! Still, she could not let this obliviousness go unpunished. She placed her mug and teabag on a counter and strolled in with soft, socked steps until she was close enough behind Agnes to poke both her sides, hoping for a strong response.

Agnes smirked as she continued to waggled her hips and bop her head along with the music that was pouring through her earbuds. She grinned as she managed to fish out a Cola and was now moving on to look for the Ding-Dongs. She found the box but, of course, it was empty. Disappointed she tossed the box aside and beamed as she saw the fresh one that had yet to be opened! Perfect. Her fingers curling around it she pulled it close and managed to open the box. Once she did she grabbed the first package of unopened Ding-Dongs and began to remove herself from the cabinet.

Just as she did, though, everything things all happened at once:

#1. The song in her ears reached it’s crescendo, to which she had to sing along. “Pooooour some suuuuuugggaaaar o—“

#2. In mid-song she felt the a suddenly prodding at both of her sides, almost as if some diabolical creature had attempted to seize her by surprise and drag her away. The sensation was so suddenly and at such a point in the song that Agnes could only react with fear and startlement. When led to the third problem...

#3. SLAM!!!![/b]

“OWWW!! SONVABITT--!!! she screamed out.

All she had felt the second that she had attempted to straighten up from her startling was a blinding pain that shot out from the back of her head. Still half in the cabinet, the sudden prodding had startled her enough to shoot up and smack the back of her head directly into the interior of the cabinet and left her momentarily seeing only red and black. She grimaced a she managed to ease herself out from under the counter but groaned in pain as she placed her hand at the back of her head.

Painfully she attempted to rub it better, prayed she didn’t have a concussion, and turned around to see who the psycho was that had nearly killed her.

“Are you out of your damn mi—?!” she started. She paused in mid-rage though as she spied that familiar stock of red hair and the freckled, pale skin of her friend, Rebecca. Instantly she blushed at her display of anger as she pulled an earbud from her ear and left it dangling across her chest. “Oh, my god, Becca! I’m sorry! I didn’t…I was…I didn’t know you had scared me!”

Quickly it became apparent that Rebecca had failed to think her silly prank through, as the frail girl in front of her jumped and slammed her head into the top of the cabinet. A pang of sympathy pain hit Rebecca in the back of her head, along with a flushing wave of guilt.

Agnes turned, disoriented, getting ready to shout at Rebecca, and the freckled girl flinched, unprepared for this side of her. The moment Rebecca must have come into focus in her friends eyes, Agnes rushed into apology, only to be countered by Rebecca. "Are ye crazy, dornt apologize! Ah wasnae thinking! Are ye okay?!"

Unhappy with her failure to be execute her prank, Rebecca rushed over to Agnes and checked her from behind. She pressed her hand on the back of Agnes's head very lightly: no blood. That was a good sign, though hopefully she was not concussed. "Please tell me yer feelin' fine..." How terrible would she feel if Agnes had to go to the nursing wing because of her?

Agnes winced as she held the back of her head, trying to push back the pain that she was feeling but she simply could not keep from not focusing on the pain. It spider-webbed out from the back of her skull and radiated with a fierce heat that was hard for her to comprehend. But as the milliseconds passed, it slowly lessened and lessened in pain. Thank goodness at least nothing felt broke like her neck or the back of her skull or anything.

But one look at Rebecca and Agnes began to feel slightly worse. Judging by the look on her face, it was obvious that she did not meant to actually harm her friend. Maybe she was just trying to play a joke or something? If so…that was one hell of a painful joke.

>> "Are ye crazy, dornt apologize! Ah wasnae thinking! Are ye okay?!"

Agnes smirked a little. She really did not want to make Rebecca feel that bad. The young Scot was rushing into an apology for what she had done and even dashed over to check her head to make sure that she was actually okay. Agnes did not mind the attention but she knew that she was fine. She was just a little hurt and the pain would go away. Though she was anticipating producing a large lump on the back of her head now.

Rebecca patted and checked and Agnes winced a little under the attention. Thankfully it didn’t last long…

>> "Please tell me yer feelin' fine..."

Agnes smiled a little meekly but nodded her head.

“I-I’m okay. Just, my pride’s a little hurt,” she said with a chuckle. A chuckle with quickly produced another grimace of pain. Damn all the muscles in her head now being so sensitive. She shook her head as she caught Rebecca’s gaze. “Seriously, I’m okay. Just…maybe some ice,” she mumbled as she grabbed a plastic baggie from the box on the counter.

She moved over to the refrigerator and opened the ice box. She paused though when she turned her attention back to Rebecca. That outfit she was wearing was a little…eye catching.

“Nice…pajamas,” she said with a blush. Before she turned back to fishing out some ice. "What're you doing down here, anyways? Besides trying to send me to an early grave?" she laughed.

>> “I-I’m okay. Just, my pride’s a little hurt. Seriously, I’m okay. Just…maybe some ice.”

She took in a sigh of relief; Agnes would be fine, if not maybe a little sore. That still left Rebecca feeling small pangs of guilt, but the over-worrying had subsided. Rebecca simply had to leave this incident as a mental post-it note of what not to do again. At least not with Agnes half-contained in a cupboard or cabinet.

As Agnes went to the freezer for her ice, Rebecca started rummaging through the cupboards for honey.

>> “Nice…pajamas. What're you doing down here, anyways? Besides trying to send me to an early grave?"

So Agnes did decide to make a comment about the pajamas, and more likely, the shorts. Rebecca's face radiated with crimson. She was hoping they would both just pretend Rebecca was wearing pants. She mumbled a short, "Thanks." She was now infinitely more aware of her pasty, freckled thighs. Next time? PANTS.

The embarrassment and shock delayed her ability to register Agnes teasing her. "Ah did it by accident!" She pouted, but was actually less worried now that Agnes was joking about it. "Ah came tae get some honey fer mah tea!"

Taking a momentary pause from her search, she surveyed her friend. There seemed to be something... off? Agnes's skin looked clammy, or almost grey. "Are ye okay? Ah mean, nae offense, but ye look a wee bit sick."

Looking back into her cupboard, as though in a moment of clarity, she spotted the amber color of honey behind some spices. She stood on her tiptoes to reach in and pull the bottle out. Victory!

Reaching into the icebox, Agnes gratefully pulled several ice cubes from the tray and placed them into the baggie. It was going to feel so good to numb the pain that flashed through the back of her head. She squeezed out any remaining air and sealed the baggie closed. Placing the bag at the back of her head, she sighed in relief and felt the cooling sensation battling against the heat from the pain that was trying to overtake her. She sighed but standing there, she suddenly felt a small pang of emptiness in her stomach. Wow was she really hungry for that ding-dong?

But standing there, she found her eyes had quickly locked onto a container of ice cream. The double chocolate fudge seemed to call to her, beckoning her to take the small nibble of it. Instantly her mouth began to salivate and eyes could not take her eyes off the container.

Reaching out she quickly grabbed the small tub of ice cream, opened the top and turned around just in time to hear Rebecca’s answer to her question.

>> "Ah did it by accident! Ah came tae get some honey fer mah tea!"

Agnes looked up and had to smirk. The pout was extremely cute. She really did not mean to tease too much about her friend’s failed prank but it was just too easy not to. But she smiled warmly in response to show that her intentions were not to torture Rebecca. But for whatever reason Agnes could not focus entirely on Rebecca. Instead the ice cream in her hand seemed to be demanding the most attention.

Setting it down on the counter, Agnes grabbed the nearest spoon that she could find—a large silver serving spoon. She did not even give the spoon a second glance as she nearly tore open the top of the container. For whatever reason her mouth was aching to get just one taste of that ice cream.

Once the top was popped open, Agnes dug in with the extra large spoon and began to lick and nibble it off the end of it. In a microsecond that cold and chocolate and sugar rushed through her frame and Agnes shuddered in delete. It felt like it was the only thing in the world that could make her happy…

Uh-oh… she thought…

>> "Are ye okay? Ah mean, nae offense, but ye look a wee bit sick."[/color]

Agnes blinked as she suddenly looked up at Rebecca. The young redhead had looked at her oddly. Was she sick? Agnes didn’t think so. She felt absolutely fine! Or…so she was feeling fine. Did that knock to her head make her feel a little sick? No, that would not have done this. Agnes peeked down at her hand and saw the odd coloring that Rebecca was talking about. That, mixed with her need for sugar, quickly began to make a truth dawn on her.

“Oh…no…” she mumbled as instantly her stomach grumbled again in protest.

Unable to help herself she quickly dug the spoon into the ice cream again and began shovel it into her mouth. Despite the fact that she was around Rebecca, she really could not help herself! She knew this feeling all too well! But…she had been so careful! She was mapping it out! Or…at least she tried! There was no way that she should have molted any time soon! She still had…at least a day or two…or so she had thought. Apparently, judging by her cravings and her skin color, she was way off the mark.

But there was no stopping herself. Before she knew it, the extra large spoonful of ice cream was eaten and she was already going for an even larger scoop. She could feel the chocolate on her cheeks and lips but she didn’t care. She needed to eat more and more of it.

Sugar. She. Needed. Sugar!

With the loot of her pillaging in hand, Rebecca returned to her mug. Bringing it to the sink, she turned the hot knob until steam rose from the rush of water from the faucet. Soon enough the mug was filled with piping hot water and the teabag was resting in it, slowly initiating the change from one liquid to another.

With most of tea/making now being reduced to waiting, Rebecca spotted a small spoon nearby. Deciding to taste-test the honey, she popped the cap and poured the slow, gooey amber liquid into the spoon, and quickly to her tongue. She let out a soft, "Mmm," of delight. Now the sweet taste of honey lingered upon her lips and tongue, a taste she was content with leaving there.

Wondering if Agnes would be interested in a spoonful of honey, Rebecca raised the bottle and the spoon again.

>> “Oh…no…”

Unsettled by whatever was getting to Agnes, Rebecca turned around, accidentally squirting a little honey under her collarbone. She ignored the sticky discomfort, more concerned presently with her friend shoveling ice cream into her mouth. Was something wrong with the ice cream? Or her?

Rebecca inched closer to her friend, cautious of whatever made Agnes say, "oh no." Nervous, she asked, "Is... is everything okay?"

Agnes remembered what happened the last time she had gone through this. She had given her sister Gina the crazy eyes, practically threatened her for standing in the way of her twinkies. How far she would have gone to get them, Agnes simply did not know. All she knew was that evening she wanted them and she wanted them badly to the point that she would have sold her soul. And now that same craving was coursing through her system, trying to drive her to commit another act, this time in front of Rebecca.

She jittered as she tried to maintain herself but only found that she could only focus in on the sights and smells of sugar that were everywhere. Her body was actually reacting, shaking, as if she had never had sugar in her life. Yes, it was a feeling that she knew all too well when it came to this time in her life.

Another large spoonful of chocolaty sugar found its way into her mouth and Agnes actually moaned in pleasure at the taste of it. The sugar coursed through her system, momentarily satisfying her cravings but within a second they flared up again. Before Agnes knew it she was already nearly one with the carton of ice cream and her sugar cravings were not stopping.

No! She needed to just grab some things, ding-dongs, cookies, anything and hide herself in her room! Rationally she knew that that was what she was going to have to. Rationally. Unfortunately, at the moment, Agnes was beyond rationale.

All that mattered were her cravings…

>> "Is... is everything okay?"

Mouth still stained with ice cream and the wild look in her eye only dimmed slightly, the runaway turned her gaze up to Rebecca. The pretty redhead looked concerned and obviously wanted to help but Agnes had never told her about this side of her mutation. She had been able to keep it a secret for a good long while now bu—

She paused. Her eyes narrowed in directly at Rebecca…well…actually at the smudge of honey that was on her collarbone. Instantly she began to feel herself moving towards her.

No! No! NO! she struggled inwardly, trying to maintain her control but she was quickly losing it. There was no way that she was going to be able to control herself. She felt each agonizing step as she stalking up to Rebecca and tried as she might to keep from doing what she knew was going to happen, she was quickly failing.

Shakily she seized Rebecca by the shoulders. Then, as gently as she could, and before she knew it, Agnes leaned down and pressed her mouth over the honey that had found its way onto the freckly collarbone. She must have looked like some vampire that was. Trying to drain her victim of all their blood. Instead Agnes mouth had clamped down on the honey. Not biting, though, instead she merely scooped up the honey with her tongue, not caring how awkward the situation was.

The honey…it was just too good to resist…

Rebecca hesitated in her approach when she caught her friend's eye. Agnes did not seem to be looking at her like a familiar friend though; Rebecca felt like she was being eyed as prey. Agnes seemed entranced, focused with the gaze of a starving animal stalking, waiting for the strike.

Rather than a strike, Agnes took slow, shaky steps toward Rebecca, who was frozen in place until she felt hands clasp firmly on her shoulders. She started to form a question, but, "Wha...?" was all she managed before Agnes's lips pressed firmly along the bare skin of her shoulder.

Rebecca was not sure how to react, but when a tongue slid along her skin lapping up the honey, a tingling sensation ran through the entirety of Rebecca's body. Rebecca's cheeks were on fire, and she bit her lip to keep from making any involuntary sounds.

What was going on?

With wavering breath still touched with the scent of honey, Rebecca shakily asked, "A-agnes, are y-y-ye okay? Wha's going--" Then the thought registered; maybe this had to do with her mutation? She was insect-like, and insects craved sugar and honey.

Like the honey on her collar.

Or... the honey on her breath?

Oh no...

One teaspoon of honey contains seven grams of sugar. A good splotch of it had attached itself to Rebecca’s collarbone so the only thing that Agnes could do was the most logical…she had to lick it off. She could not waste good sugar like that. Her body craved it, sought after it, wanted it by any means necessary and did not care in the least from where she got it. That was precisely why the usually shy, young runaway had her mouth pressed to the redhead’s collarbone and tried to extract every, single, last sugary drop from her skin that she could.

In the back of her mind, Agnes could feel herself screaming, trying to put some type of reason into her actions but none of it was getting through. Try as she might, Agnes simply could not make herself stop. The second that she smelled the sugar, there was no ceasing her.

>> "A-agnes, are y-y-ye okay? Wha's going--" [/color]

Agnes paused…but only momentarily. She didn’t stop because she finally managed to control herself, or because she knew what she was doing was wrong. Instead she stopped because of the sweet voice that called out to her.

Sweet.

Her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of more honey that tinged the words she heard. Slowly, reluctantly, she pried herself off from the collarbone (which was now clean and marked red from where her mouth had been) and sniffed again. That smell of honey and sugar crept in and immediately seized upon the most primal part of her brain. It held her fast and tugged her to pull back a little but still did not release her grip on Rebecca’s arms.

Another sniff and the honey was even more identifiable on the redhead’s breath.

Some part of her knew it was wrong. She really did. But that tantalizing aroma of the honey was just too much to ignore. Shakily Agnes tried one last time to pry herself away…but it would ultimately fail.

Agnes leaned forward, just a little aggressively, and she pressed her lips square against Rebecca’s honey-stained lips. She gasped as the taste immediately tickled her taste buds and the scent filled her nose. For those few seconds, as she took the sugar her mutation required, Agnes was in utter bliss.

Rebecca's conclusions were proven right as Agnes pried herself away from the clean collarbone and her attention drifted to the source of the sweet scent infiltrating her nostrils. And before Rebecca could think to purse her lips, Agnes had firmly taken control of them with her own lips.

Rebecca tried to think about how Agnes's mutation must be throwing her into this fit of aggression, and how it was not her fault, but for that moment, Rebecca almost wanted to hate Agnes for doing this in a time when Rebecca was working on growing past her confused feelings.

But it was hard to hate Agnes when the kiss felt surprisingly good. Rebecca's kisses chocked up to two: the awkward kiss on the bus and the kiss with Agnes in a closet when Rebecca expected to die, and both were pecks. This... was not a peck. Most of the honey taste was obviously to be found on her tongue, because Agnes's tongue quickly found it.

The feeling was... new. It sent a jolt through her body, triggering unexpected sensations. A sound escaped her throat, muffled by Agnes's mouth. For a moment, Rebecca just resigned to what was happening. It was nice. And maybe a little hot?

But then she thought about Jasmine.

Agnes was not in the right state of mind, but Rebecca was. She tried her best to pry her mouth away, struggling to speak in between returns to Agnes's lips. "Ai, ah, A-Agnes, we cannae! (kiss) We cannae dae 'is! Ye shouldn! (kiss) Shouldnae be doing this!"

Just when she thought all was futile, and she would spend the rest of time with Agnes latched to her lips and tongue, (admittedly not the worst fate,) Rebecca spotted the honey bottle at her side, still open.

She grabbed the bottle and, hoping to get Agnes's attention, poured honey from the bottle in her right hand to the soft skin of her forearm and wrist, glopping on the goo heavily.

Agnes simply didn’t care. That small part in the back of her mind that had tried to quell her urges was being drowned out by the primordial cries that begged her to keep taking in the honey. But it was not pure insect instincts that were driving her to continue, though. No, instead part of her did realize that she was actually kissing Rebecca right now. And even though she knew that she was doing it, she really did not fight too hard to stop it.

Lips pressed against hers, the taste of the honey pushed Agnes onward as she squeezed the young woman’s arms tenderly. She heard the gasp from Rebecca but the redhead was not doing a lot to fight her off. Instead she seemed to be enjoying the kiss just as much as she was. She could feel that electricity that coursed down her spine and reverberated throughout every fiber of her being. It was addicting. There was absolutely no way that she was willing to stop herself.

Pressed against her, Agnes kissed Rebecca, as both the insect part of her mind and her rationale struggled for dominance. In the meantime, Agnes simply reveled in how right it felt to kiss her. Why hadn’t she done it before? Why had she ever stopped herself?

It was then that the taste of honey connected with something else in the back of her mind, something that was trying to dig its way out of the recesses. Honey. Blossoms. Jasmine…

Jasmine…Honey…Blossom…

>> "Ai, ah, A-Agnes, we cannae! (kiss) We cannae dae 'is! Ye shouldn! (kiss) Shouldnae be doing this!"

Agnes screamed in the back of her mind as she struggled to pull herself back. The image of Jasmine, her actual GIRLFRIEND flickered and slowly began to grow stronger. Her insect need for sugar began to diminish with every kiss that she interrupted Rebecca’s protests with. Slowly she could feel herself waning, even though she did not want the kisses to end, because she knew that it was wrong. She was with Jasmine, not Rebecca! This wasn’t fa—

She paused as a huge whiff of honey struck her nose. Agnes gasped as she inhaled deeply and removed herself from Rebecca’s sweet lips. Wide eyed, her insect senses tried to focus in on the large source of honey she could smell. When she finally did, there was little Agnes could do to stop herself now. Quickly she took ahold of Rebecca’s freckled, but golden colored, arm and leaned down. Her mouth clamped onto the soft flesh as she lapped up the honey, all the way up to the palm of the redhead’s hand. But just as she did, Agnes finally gained some type of control.

With a harsh pull, she managed to detach herself from Rebecca and both mentally and physically hurled herself against an island in the center of the kitchen. Agnes gasped, breathing heavily and struggling to hold onto her control. She twitched as the honey that smeared her lips and chin continued to attempt to tantalize her. But Agnes had to keep control.

Slowly she turned up to Rebecca and watched the redhead’s eye closely. Instantly Agnes began to feel revulsion. Not because she kissed Rebecca, but because she WANTED to kiss her again and again. And she knew she could not fully blame that on her insect urges. On top of that she did not just kiss her, she practically sucked every last bit of honey off of her skin.

That was not the act of just friends. That label was now and forever ruined..

Tears dotted her eyes as she stared at the dumbfounded redhead. Agnes, sniffling, shook her head as she covered her face in shame.

“I-I’m…I…oh my god…Becca…I’m…I’m sorry!” she gasped as she turned and suddenly fled the kitchen. Her stomach twisted with guilt and the sensation that her molting was getting ready to begin.

Rebecca's tactic seemed to work out as her lips were released and she could gasp for air. Kissing was fun, but she would have to learn how to get the breathing down right.

She felt her arm being sucked on and licked clean, which sent less of a sexual rush than the kiss; if anything, she was squirming because of the ticklish sensation. Even if she was missing the heart-fluttering sensation of kissing, (which she would never admit,) she was regaining her own level of control. "Tha's right... jist lap it all up." Whatever was going on, she would be helpful.

Control seemed to slowly dawn on Agnes, and she pulled away. Rebecca was troubled seeing Agnes's eyes water, realizing some of the implications that must have hit her.

>> “I-I’m…I…oh my god…Becca…I’m…I’m sorry!”

Before she could reply with any words of comfort, Agnes was quickly out of the kitchen. The moment of shock subsided and Rebecca tailed her friend, with no desire to let her get away.

Catching up to her friend in the hallway, Rebecca grabbed Agnes's wrist. "Agnes, i's fine! Ah get tha' something's up. It wasnae yer fault. Wha's going on?"

Agnes sniffled as she continued to stalk down the hallway and try to make it back to her room with at least a shred of her dignity left. What had she done? She had practically forced herself on Rebecca all because of her stupid mutation! All because her powers had to evolve and she could not keep herself nearly latching onto her friend. It was bad enough that she had had issues with properly identifying how she felt about the young redhead, but this situation was just going to make things all the worse and all the more awkward.

A tear freely rolled down her cheek and Agnes wished that she had never gone into that kitchen. She chastised herself for not knowing her schedule better. She should have had all that figured out by now, leaving absolutely NO[/b] guess work. Now she could have ruined a potentially great friendship because she couldn’t control herself.

Her thoughts plagued with a deep hatred for her powers now, Agnes stormed back to her room. She could already feel that sensation in the pit of her stomach that curled and twisted that told her she was getting closer to molting. She would be having bad dreams again. Not only of the primordial, insect mind that plagues her sleep but nightmares of losing Rebecca as well, nightmares of cheating on Jasmine.

She shuddered at the thought. How…could she even begin to tell Jasmine about what she had done. It was not like she could keep it a secret or something.

But before she got too far into these thoughts, she heard the sounds of someone following her. At first she figure it was probably just another student slipping by to head to their own room, but before long, the embarrassed runaway felt a tug on her wrist. She stopped and spun around, facing those familiar, miscolored eyes…

>> "Agnes, i's fine! Ah get tha' something's up. It wasnae yer fault. Wha's going on?" [/color]

Agnes just stood there, stunned and unsure of what to say. She knew that a good portion of what she had just done was her mutation’s fault. But not all of it. Part of her wanted to kiss Rebecca. Part of it reveled in the sensation, wanted to feel that tingling on her lips again and again. But she knew how absolutely wrong that was. Jasmine made her happy…right?

She shuddered as she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to find a voice, any voice so that she could explain. But…she really was not even sure how to start…

“M-My powers…t-they…make me change,” she whispered in an ashamed way. “I…I never showed you before. B-But when I get close to changing…I…I start to eat a lot of sugar. Lots of it and…I…I can’t always help myself…” she sniffled as she shook her head and turned her blushing cheeks away from Rebecca. She omitted that she had also liked kissing her that whole time. How could she tell her that? They were just supposed to be friends…right? “I…I’m sorry. I…I can’t make up for what I did back there. T-There’s no excuse…”