The Virus - Part Twenty-Five (Wishing's birthday part :D) added 24 March 2012.

[alpha_dog]

Can't wait for the next part!! This story rocks!!

[count tiszula]

What an excellent story! The sneezy bits are wonderfully erotic, and the plot twists truly dramatic. Plus we get another insight into high school life, including tissue box drill!

I can't wait for the next coup de theatre!And sneeze......

[Vetinari]

Well this is truly delicious. Lovely twist in there with Mr Calvin but I am thoroughly enjoying Cindy and can't wait for art class. Yum!

ETA the parts seem to be a good length to me. Please continue.

[zneeze]

*is intrigued* This is better than reality TV So far I wouldn't change a thing! Keep up the good work ma'am!

[Wishing]

*is intrigued* This is better than reality TV So far I wouldn't change a thing! Keep up the good work ma'am!

Ooh fantastic twist with Mr Calvin, but poor Cindy! I can't wait to read more...this is seriously good stuff, please keep it coming when you can (and I think the length of each part is just about right too)

[Kiwifruit]

Okay, first off, sorry it took so long! I swear, every time I sat down to write, my Mum wanted to borrow my laptop or I was asked to do chores and, once, I even fell asleep while writing But it's finally finished now, and the next bit shouldn't be too long in coming since I know exactly what I want to write for it! To make up for the wait, this is the longest segment so far; exactly 1500 words, beating part two by 21 words

@Peachy - I'm trying for suspense, but it's never been my style really; glad to see you think I'm doing okay

@shygreeneyes - very evil I'm not very good at thinking of conflict, but I think this one should drive the story forward quite nicely...I've always been rather fond of this idea too

@Jules - I'm glad you like it Now you get to see them fixing it...by infecting more people!

@alpha_dog - whoops, you had to wait a week after all Better late than never? Here it is, anyway

@count de tisza - thanks very much I'm really glad you like it And yes, tissue box drill...so much less humiliating to leave the room and go to the bathroom, but the teachers are never keen on that lol

@Vetinari - whoops, art class got aborted My original motivation for sending her back to class was all the contagion opportunities (all those art supplies getting shared around...) but I guess Cindy had other ideas...I like this way better, anyhow And thanks for your feedback on the length About a thousand words per part lol

@zneeze - isn't everything? Though I'm flattered anyway I'm glad you like it!

@Wishing - thanks Yeah, Cindy's not getting a very good run is she...I'll have to make it up to her later with some pointless caretaking fluff

Part Four:

Over ten minutes late, Cindy crept up to the door to her art class, chewing on her lower lip nervously. Laura Hope was the kind of teacher who let you get away with being late, just so long as you didn’t do it too often; the problem was, Cindy did do it too often. Barely a week went by in which she wasn’t late at least twice; lately, being on time to class had become the exception rather than the norm. Clutching a crumpled tissue in her hand, Cindy slowly opened the door and peeked in over the top of her art box. The teacher, young and pretty, looked up from where she was showing a student the correct brush technique.

“Thought you’d join us, Cindy?” Laura raised one eyebrow slightly and sighed, pushing her straight brown hair back behind her ear as she straightened to face her tardy student. “Late again...I really have to wonder if your work means anything to you at all.”

“Bud id does, Miss!” Cindy protested weakly, aware that her nose was filling up again. She studied her feet, not wanting to look at her teacher’s disappointed face. “I’b sorry...I’b just dot feelig good, I was goig to go hobe, bud –”

Laura grinned slightly despite herself. “Blow your nose, Cindy. I can hear you’re not one hundred percent, so I’ll forgive you this time, but if it happens again I’ll have to give you a detention, okay? You know I’m okay with students being a little late every now and again, but you disturb the whole class when you turn up halfway through the lesson. Your art is excellent when you put in the effort. So I’d like to see a little of that effort, okay?”

Cindy nodded, flushed both with slight fever and with embarrassment, before scurrying to a stool at her usual table.

“Whad are we doig?” she hoarsely asked her “art buddy”, Joseph Berríos.

“Working on our boards.” Joseph pushed his glassed up his nose and leaned back to look at his work. “What do you think?”

Leaning forward to glance at Joseph’s work caused the sun to come into view through the high windows, hitting Cindy full in the face.

“HuSHOO!” she exploded, clapping both hands over her mouth a fraction of a second too late. When she opened her eyes, the whole class was staring at her, jaws dropping around the room at the intensity of her sneeze. Cindy looked at Joseph’s painting, her eyes growing huge with horror as she noticed the glistening droplets sprayed over its surface.

“Oh, god...I’m SO sorry!” she wailed. Tears started to prick painfully at the corners of her eyes and her cheeks flooded with heat as she noticed Joseph wiping his face on his shoulder – she’d got him as well. “I didn’t mean to, the sun...it...”

“Well, I guess you can’t say my painting is nothing to sneeze at...” Joseph commented wryly, taking off his glasses to clean the few stray droplets off them.

Cindy normally groaned and rolled her eyes at Joseph’s ridiculous puns, but today it proved too much for her and she burst into tears. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry...” she whimpered repeatedly, tears streaking down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands, attempting to hide from the stares of her classmates.

“Cindy, go to the sickbay.” Laura appeared at Cindy’s shoulder, offering her a clean tissue. Cindy took it with a shaking hand and crumpled it into a ball, too ashamed to use it after her display.

“I’ll go with her,” Joseph offered quickly.

“No...” Cindy shook her head, sliding off the stool and stepping back from the table. She didn’t want Joseph along after she had sneezed on him and his work. She could barely look at him now. Thinking of the desperate tickling the sun had induced made her aware of the growing irritation in her nose again; she had barely enough time to bring the crumpled tissue to her face before she doubled over with another helpless sneeze, even harsher than before.

Joseph stood anyway and motioned towards the door. “C’mon.” Cindy could hardly see the room through the blur of tears and allowed Joseph to escort her to the door, a guiding hand on her back.

“I’ll bring your books and things to your locker later.”

Cindy nodded, uselessly rubbing her damp face with her hand in an attempt to slow the flood of tears. Joseph stopped walking and tilted her face towards him with a finger under her chin.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “It was an accident. I don’t mind.”

Cindy pulled away and ducked her head again, muffling sobs into her fist. Her nose was running, and so full now that she couldn’t even sniff. It gave her a chance to escape. “I have to...go to the loo...” she mumbled, wiping her nose on her hand as it started to leak. Joseph guessed why and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Here,” he offered, putting his hand on her back again. Cindy accepted out of desperation and blew her nose as quietly as possible, though it still sounded disgusting to her.

“I don’d wadda go do the sigbay,” Cindy muttered. Blowing her nose had removed the immediate danger of it running uncontrollably, but now she was so congested she couldn’t breathe through it at all.

“They can get your Mum to come pick you up,” Joseph reasoned. He started rubbing her back gently. Cindy wasn’t sure how she felt about this; it was comforting, but she had suspected for a while now that he liked her “way more than he should”, as she told Jenny. He was a good looking guy – his Spanish heritage showed in his dark, curly hair and olive skin, and he kept himself fit. But Cindy wasn’t interested and didn’t want their friendship to become awkward. She stepped away, wiping her eyes again as more tears trickled down her flushed cheeks.

“She’ll thig I’b fakig agaid.” Mark would take her home though. “Go bag to class.” Joseph shook his head stubbornly.

“I’ll stay with you til you get picked up.”

“Joseph, please, leave me alone.” Her voice broke on the last syllable and she started crying again. She couldn’t bear to look at Joseph’s face as he gave up and headed back down the hall, looking wounded.

“Hope you get better soon,” he called back before closing the classroom door behind him. Cindy tried to sniff, accomplished nothing, dashed her hand under her nose instead and went to find Mark.

* * *

“You came.”

Mr. Calvin jumped at the unexpected comment, his eyes probing the dark in the direction of the voice. It took him a few seconds, but he was just able to make out two silhouettes, one huge and looming threateningly, and the other smaller than he was. The smaller one scared him the most.

“G-good evening, sir,” he squeaked. He cleared his throat and swallowed nervously.

“Not so good. I’ve had to procure another sample of the Virus at short notice, and you know how difficult it is.” The smaller man snapped, stepping closer. “Not so good for you, either; I imagine you’re scared out of your weak little mind.”

“Uh...yes, sir?” Mr. Calvin gave what he hoped was the correct answer, nervously pulling on his collar.

“Good. You would be foolish not to be. If you perform well, you will still get the promised antidote however.”

“And how do I perform well, sir?”

“In one week’s time, we expect at least twenty of your pupils to be infected. That should ensure that the Virus is uncontainable by the time it comes to the attention of the officials, even at the accelerated pace it seems to be moving at in Cindy. We would also like at least half a dozen members of the teaching staff sick, and your pretty young girlfriend too.”

“Rachel?” Mr. Calvin gasped. “No, please, not her; you said she’d be safe if I made sure Cindy was infected –”

“That was before you decided your own health was more important than what the Virus will accomplish. If you succeed in spreading the Virus sufficiently by the end of the week, we’ll give her the antidote too. If you don’t succeed in passing the Virus on, neither of you will get it. Now come here.”

Trying not to show his fear, Mr. Calvin moved closer. The smaller man pulled a small vial out of his pocket and handed it to Mr. Calvin. “Spray that up your nose when you get home. If you don’t, we will know and Rachel – well, let’s just say she won’t be so pretty when my man here gets done with her.” He gestured to the larger man, who cracked his knuckles and chuckled menacingly.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good. We’ll be waiting for your report as usual.” Mr. Calvin had barely registered the sentence before they were gone, disappearing into the darkness.

“How did I get into this...” Mr. Calvin whispered. He remained where he was for a long moment, before turning and heading back to his car.

[obsessed]

I can't believe I forgot to comment this - I love your writing!

[Giant Steps]

Ohh, wow Kiwi! You write so well, and so convincingly! Not from experience I hope? I've been in similar situations myself so I empathize with poor Cindy.....a little.

You have a new fan.

[zneeze]

Holy catastrophes Batman - this is getting better and better! Love it Kiwi

[musiclover90]

Wow, this is an interesting story! Can't wait to read more!

[alpha_dog]

I love this story!! It's like some sick form of bioterrorism but I love it!!

[count tiszula]

Fabulous! That single messy sneeze definitely counts as another coup de theatre!

Now just think if she went on to have a little fit, in something like chemistry. Or the lager room.

[Nicole]

Love!

[Jules]

Just gets better and better!! I feel so sorry for Cindy, and I love Joseph for being so sweet to her! I feel awful for Mr. Calvin and what he's gotten himself into. LOVE!!!

[Kiwifruit]

Warning for those who can't stand male sneezing: IT BEGINS. Around the fifth-to-last paragraph if you want to skip over it. This part is kinda slow, not a whole lot of fetishy stuff going on, but it IS coming in bucketloads, just slower than I originally intended xD Because as you may have noticed, I go overboard on detail

@obsessed - thank you! It's always great to get comments. I'm glad you like it! Here's the beginning of the male sneezing you were looking forward to, though it's not really starting til the next part, or possibly the one after that if I dedicate the next one to Cindy xD

@Giant Steps - I really, really hate being sick in class, but I would NEVER be able to sneeze in front of that many people (heck, I haven't sneezed in front of anyone at all since I was really little xD) so no, not really from experience. And I'm thrilled to have a new fan! Here's your fanship basket: pretty little chocolates and soaps to welcome you

@zneeze - but I want it to be good ALL the way through! I'm glad you like it; the next part is that mushy caretaking we were talking about lol.

@musiclover90 - I'm glad you think so Here's the next bit, and I have the weekend ahead of me so you shouldn't be kept waiting too long for part six!

@alpha_dog - oh, absolutely xD While I don't get off on that fetish-wise, I love reading and writing about those situations and I need SOME plot (or a lot xD) or it quickly gets boring for me lol. I'm thrilled you like it so much

@count de tisza - fits are coming But no, no chemistry for Cindy, she's not a science type. I disapprove, but this story is writing itself and my characters aren't giving me a lot of say in what they're like

@Nicole - I'm really glad you love it! Thanks for reading and commenting

@Jules - I'm glad you like my characters so much They're all highly independent too, won't let me get a word in edgewise about what happens to them But yeah, I'm thrilled you like it

Thanks so much to all of you reading, especially those who comment! It really makes my day and motivates me to write faster, too You guys are amazing!

Part Five:

Mark was a much better student than Cindy. He studied hard, tried his best and, so far as Cindy knew, he had never broken a school rule. Leaving school without permission during the middle of the day was grinding several different school rules underfoot, and spitting on them for good measure. So Cindy was rather nervous as she approached Mark at his usual spot in the library.

“Mark?” she half-whispered, stopping in front of his table. He looked up at her and his eyes widened.

“Cindy!” he exclaimed, jumping up and hurrying around the table. “What’s wrong?” He pulled her into his arms and started gently rubbing her back as she leaned into him, trembling. “You’ve been crying!”

“I wanna go home,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.

“Have you been to the office?”

She shook her head. “Mum’s at work and she won’t come get me. She says that I’ve used up all her sick days when I faked...” Cindy squeezed her eyes tightly shut, a wave of guilt washing over her.

“Cindy cried wolf a few too many times...” Mark said dryly.

“It seemed logical at the time...can you take me home?” Cindy drew back and gazed desperately into his eyes. “Please, Mark, I can’t take any more today.”

He sighed and gazed off into the distance for a long moment before looking back down at her. “You know how much trouble we’d be in?”

“Maaark, you’re head boy, the teachers all love you!”

“Exactly, I’ve got to set an example!”

Cindy sniffled miserably. She had been sure he would do it for her. “No one will notice. You can be back before your next class, it’s only a ten minute drive to my place...”

“Are you sure you can’t get your Mum to pick you up?”

“Yes.”

“What about your Dad...?”

“I haven’t seen him for six months! To him, I’m just his sperm. He doesn’t give a damn about me.” Cindy sniffed hard and leaned back into the warmth of Mark’s chest. “I feel awful.”

“Yeah, you look awful. Um, I mean, you’re always pretty, but y’know, you’ve got circles under your eyes and your nose is all pink and–”

“Just take me home,” Cindy whimpered.

“I don’t know...” As Mark wrestled with his conscience and his sense of duty, Cindy tugged her arm out from under his, brought her hand to her mouth and sneezed hard, groaning and rubbing her eyes after.

“Okay, fine, I’ll take you home.” Mark sighed. She looked so miserable he couldn’t refuse any longer.

“Thank you!” Cindy threw both arms around his neck and half-sobbed with relief.

“Come on then, let’s go get your books.”

Ten minutes later, Cindy sat inside Mark’s well-heated car, leaning back in the passenger seat. She closed her eyes and shifted further down into the seat. Being able to relax and knowing she was going home felt so good! She opened her eyes again as Mark jumped in beside her.

“Thags, Bark,” she sniffed, the heat in the car starting her nose off again.

“I just hope we don’t get caught.”

Cindy opened her mouth to reply, but sneezed instead, snapping forwards into her hands.

“And that I don’t get sick,” Mark grinned.

* * *

The vial sat innocently on the kitchen table. Nothing about its appearance suggested the biohazard it contained; it looked more like a small bottle of perfume than the evil-looking test tube Mr. Calvin had been expecting. He sat in a chair, hunched over the table, staring at it – if he sprayed it up his nose, he knew what to expect. First, the symptoms of a cold; later...well, hopefully there wouldn’t be a later, if he received the promised antidote.

Seemingly of its own accord, his hand slowly slid to the vial and picked it up. It was cold and smooth, heavier than it looked. He passed it from hand to hand, watching the reflection of the overhead light on its surface.

The blasting of a car horn sounded in the street outside, jolting him out of his trance. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes; the sooner he infected himself, the sooner he would be able to start infecting others.

But could he go through with it? Could he deliberately infect others with a virus that he knew to be –

“Stop thinking!” Mr. Calvin sternly interrupted himself, shaking his head. If he over thought it, he might not go through with it; and Rachel would have no chance without the antidote. She had never been particularly robust.

“Do it for Rachel.” Mr. Calvin yanked the cap off the tiny bottle and raised it to one nostril with a trembling hand. He pushed firmly on the top, coughing slightly as the liquid within sprayed into his nose. He sniffed and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, his nostrils flaring as the mist irritated the delicate lining. He waited with his knuckle pressed against his nose for the tingling itch to either abate or culminate in a sneeze; it choose the later, the tickle growing and spreading through his nose until his eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back and his lungs were filled to capacity.

“HATSHOO!” he exploded, thrown forward over the table by the force of his sneeze. He sat up slowly, his head ringing. He sat in a daze for several seconds, until he thought of the small vial still in his fist. Hastily, he examined it for damage, but it seemed to have survived intact.

“That can’t be good...” Mr. Calvin muttered, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. He wanted to get as sick as possible as quickly as possible so he could fulfil his goals and save his girlfriend; sneezing all the Virus out now was not the way he should go about it.

Holding his breath, he gave each nostril another quick squirt, pinching his nose between thumb and finger until the tickling receded.

Well, he had done it. He had infected himself with the Virus. Now he needed symptoms.

So now to wait.

And now, because I need deadlines to work at any half-decent rate: updates are now scheduled for Tuesdays and Fridays my time, with possibly a few modifications every now and then when I feel like writing extra xD TBC!

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[Vetinari]

*groans aloud at the hotness*

Oh what I wouldn't give to have a vial filled with a cold virus I hadn't had before. Then again, better if it wouldn't do anything nasty afterwards!

And Cindy and the painting sneeze. Just how that pushed all my buttons at once. Thanks, this is fantastic!

[Wishing]

OMG this just gets better and better...you've got me hooked, girl! Love it, really love it....can't wait to read the next part (and any more parts to come after that if you choose to write them)

[zneeze]

Winwinwin. This is truly great. I don't think I could even focus on two (or more) plots like that at once Good job thus far Kiwi!!!

[Marceline]

I was gonna tell you how awesome this was a while ago- I love it! I think the whole sci-fi Virus thing is intriguing. Are they trying to destroy the human race? XD

[Kiwifruit]

Right, I said I would update on Tuesday my time; it's 11.49pm, but still Tuesday! I wrote most of this at the (freezing cold xD) train station after work lol - hence the references to the heated car...wishful thinking The next part will also probably be Cindy and Mark, unless I change my mind

@Vetinari - I'm really glad you like it so much! I loved the painting sneeze too hehe...hence why I wrote it - I'm basically just writing what I like and hoping it does it for you guys too I'm pleased to hear it is!

@Wishing - I'm really happy you like it There will most definitely be more parts, I'm hooked too! xD This is a fun story to write The next part should be posted on Friday, unless something terrible happens like I get lazy

@zneeze - I don't often do the multiple-plots thing, but I'm quite enjoying it; I think I'm going to keep it up I'm glad you like it

@crazi - I'm glad you love it, and thanks heaps for commenting! I really do appreciate it And...you'll find out in due course

Part Six:

The warm air in Mark’s car played havoc with Cindy’s nose, turning her into a sniffling, sneezing mess by the time Mark pulled into her driveway.

“Oooh, god, I need a tissue...” Cindy threw herself out of the car almost before it had stopped moving and dashed to the front door, sniffling hard as she fumbled with her keys. Mark locked his car and caught the front door right before it slammed after Cindy.

“Hey, hold up!” he laughed, following her into her bathroom.

Cindy ignored him, yanked a fistful of tissues from the box by the sink and buried her nose in them, sinking down onto the edge of the bathtub as she emptied her nose loudly. Mark sat next to her and rubbed her back until she’d finished. She balled up the tissues and half-heartedly threw them at the toilet, missing by a metre. Mark laughed and got up to put them where they belonged.

“Nice throw.”

“Shut up.” With the adrenaline of her dash to the bathroom wearing off, Cindy slumped forward and put her head into her hands. “You should get going...you’ll be late for class.”

Mark hesitated. “I dunno, you don’t look so good...”

“I’m home now.” Cindy desperately wanted him to stay, but felt bad enough about dragging him out of school when he clearly hadn’t wanted to go.

“When’s your Mum coming home?”

“Around eight.”

“So you’ll be by yourself most of the day...look, I can go back to school and sign out. I’ll make up some excuse. You need to be taken care of.”

“Do not.”

“Don’t be stubborn.” Mark sat back down next to her and took her hand. “I’m going to baby you. Soup and movies and cuddles.”

“You’re holding my hand.” Cindy shyly looked up at his face through her eyelashes. He gazed back at her, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Want to make something of it?”

Cindy dropped her eyes and fiddled nervously with the edge of her skirt. She had never had a boyfriend before; she flirted and teased anyone who would look sideways at her, but never found someone she was willing to make the commitment to. Until Mark – but he had never seemed to want anything more than friendship. Suddenly, her heart sank; friendship. That was it. He was only holding her hand to be her friend, because he felt sorry for her. Cindy sighed dejectedly.

“Really, you should go. You’ll be late.”

“I’ll be late anyway, but it doesn’t matter, I’m going to sign out for the day.” Mark jumped up. “Anything in particular you want?”

Cindy shook her head. After Mark left, she slowly made her way to their living room and flopped down on the couch, too tired to change out of her uniform. She shivered involuntarily and curled into a ball, her chin resting on her knees. Now that she had no one else to focus on, she noticed once more how bad her nose was; already it had filled up again and was tickling incessantly. The tickling was starting to spread into her throat as well now, causing her to cough into her fist. Her coughing gradually worsened, the tickling becoming more and more insistent as time passed, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugh...” Cindy muttered, forcing herself to stand yet again. Hopefully a glass of water would drown the irritating scratching in her throat.

In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water from the jug in the fridge, the icy temperature soothing her throat. As she turned to place her glass on the bench, the reflection of the sun on the garden shed dazzled her. She sneezed hard, her hand only halfway to her mouth. She winced slightly as she realised she had just sneezed over the bench, then brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she felt another sneeze coming. “Ahh – hahtishoo! Heh...atchoo!” Dizzy, she turned away from the light, rubbing her nose and sniffling. Removing the light from her vision did nothing to quell the hungry itch within her nose, however; she was going to sneeze again, and soon.

And sneeze she did, as soon as she sat down on the couch. It was wet enough that she didn’t cover, feeling the spray misting over the strip of skin exposed between the hem of her school skirt and socks. Bleary-eyed and sniffling, she surveyed her surroundings and closed her eyes in exasperation; she must have surely filled the air with tiny infectious droplets, not to mention the bench, the couch and herself. She heard Mark’s car pulling up in the driveway and closed her eyes with a groan; she could only hope his immune system didn’t fail him. It was nice enough of him to take her home and even leave to school to, presumably, take care of her, without having to compromise his own health to do so.

Still, her mood lightened as soon as she heard him open the unlocked front door; if she could choose anyone to be with right now, it would be Mark.

“Smell good?” Mark grinned as he entered the lounge, waving a McDonald’s bag at her. Cindy made a face.

“I would say id sbells sickeding, ad I bed id does, bud I can’d actually sbell anything righd dow,” Cindy muttered, failing miserably in her attempt to talk normally. The thought of food made her stomach turn.

“I just got you a cheeseburger. There are fries too if you want them, but I thought maybe something small would be best.” Mark sat down at the opposite end of the couch and started pulling items out of the grocery bag he was carrying. “I got you a box of tissues, which you sound like you really need right now,” – Cindy fervently agreed and started tearing it open as he continued – “various painkillers and cold and flu tablets, a few cans of soup – not chicken, I know you don’t like that – a box of that liquorice tea you like, some crackers –”

“What didn’t you bring?” Cindy half-laughed, raising her eyebrows at the volume of supplies.

“– and I rented a couple of movies,” Mark finished. “Can’t be sick without movies!”

“Wow...thanks,” Cindy blinked at the pile on the couch, then blinked as the cheeseburger was shoved into her hands.

“Eat.”

“Noooo...yuck,” Cindy moaned, making a face at the burger.

“You need your strength.”

“That’s so cliché...and this is junk. It’ll probably make me worse.”

“We’re teenagers. Junk is our staple food.”

Mark eventually persuaded Cindy to eat the cheeseburger, which she picked at slowly while he devoured some monster three-story thing and a large pack of fries with gusto.

As she handed the wrapper to Mark to throw away, Cindy felt a sneeze starting to well up from somewhere behind her nose.

“Oh...gon...gonna...” With one hand full of wrapper, and the other smeared with tomato sauce from the over-filled burger, Cindy had no choice but to sneeze violently into the air, turning her head from Mark at the last second.

“Bless you,” Mark grinned as he took her wrapper.

“Oh!” Cindy gasped, shrinking down into her seat with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry Mark – that was disgusting, I couldn’t stop it, it just –”

“It’s okay!” Mark laughed. Cindy just blushed more and rubbed her reddened nose with the back of her wrist.

“How about we put on a movie?” Mark asked, showing her the choices – Home Alone, Back to the Future or Pirates of the Caribbean.

While Mark was setting up Home Alone, Cindy grabbed a couple of tissues and arranged them how she liked it; next time she sneezed, she would be ready.

[Vetinari]

So much contagion. What a messy girl she is! Fantastic.

[zneeze]

That was intense. Cindy is my new favorite person

[Marceline]

Haha- Home Alone used to be my absolute FAVORITE movie as a kid. I must have watched it twenty times, and still love it. Harry and Marv never get old. And I can't wait till Mark gets a little sneeeeeezy!

[alpha_dog]

This was awesome I really like this story

[Kiwifruit]

@Vetinari - *Points at author* Well, look who's writing it, of COURSE there's a lot of contagion

@zneeze - I'm really glad you like it I started out not intending to have Cindy as much of a main character, I didn't like the original concept of her much, but she's kind of taken over...and now I like her too

@crazi - I know!! I love it! We own the first two movies (the third just isn't the same...no Macaulay Culkin ) and I watch them all the time Harry and Marv just MADE those movies. Such awesome villians! And oh yes, how could he POSSIBLY avoid it, with Cindy sneezing all over the place like that...

@alpha_dog - I'm really happy you like it!

Well, I fail at maintaining a schedule...no promised update today, sorry, due to me being in complete agony right now >.< Hopefully I should be in a state to write by Sunday (Saturday, for most of you) so it shouldn't be TOO delayed...apologies

*Sits in the naughty corner*