I'm kind of running out of ideas so maybe you could send me some suggestions for this book? You can request for me to write a new idea, or ask me to continue some other chapter stories that I already wrote: it's seriously not a problem! Thank you so much and let's get to this one:)

P.S. Yes, I'm going to continue the last part I wrote with The Professor. That imagine will be published tomorrow!:)

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The stress and anxiety could be felt by anyone in the hall as everyone stood around and discussed what should they do with their current situation which wasn't good: Tokyo had died and left all of them trying to pick up the pieces and The Professor was in serious trouble.

But even though London was afraid as hell of what might happen now, she still was brought out of her thoughts as Manila took her by the arm and whispered in her ear. "Hey, can we talk for a moment?"

Manila didn't even look at London, trying not to draw any suspicion. London didn't look directly in the eyes at her either as she slowly looked around examining everyone before nodding in agreement. "Sure."

Manila pulled her out of the hall and to one of the rooms that led from it to a more private and secretive place. She made sure she closed the door securely and turned around to look at London with a sigh, rubbing her eyes. "Okay, I gotta tell you something but you have to promise me not to tell anyone else. Can you do that?"

London squinted her eyes at that introduction. It was already weird and suspicious, you don't want anyone to start a conversation like that. Now she was really questioning what she was about to her but decided to act more confident. "Uh, yeah, of course. What is it?"

Manila walked closer to her, avoiding eye contact like a vampire to light. But she anxiously rubbed her hands together and managed to spit it out. "I kissed Denver." She covered her mouth with her hands not wanting to see London's reaction.

And speaking of her reaction, it was quite a reaction: at first, London just watched her the same way she did before but soon enough her eyes went wide as her jaw almost hit the floor in astonishment. "You did what?" She yelled not managing to hold it in.

"Shh!" Manila quite her down by putting up her finger to her lips and looking towards the door to see if someone was coming to see them. "Can you keep it down?"

London shook her head trying to comprehend what she just heard. "I can't believe it-what were you thinking?" She told her pointing at her head. "You know that he's with Monica!" 

"I know, I know, London, but he kissed me first." Manila tried defending herself clearly being on the verge of tears. By now, only Denver, her, and London knew about this and seeing the first reaction, London's reaction, was hard.

"I don't believe it." London chuckled in disbelief and shook her head. She refused to believe that Denver would betray Stockholm like that, she knew they loved each other to death and wasn't about to think that it wasn't true.

Manila came even closer to London holding her hands in hers. "But it is. Denver kissed me first but he immediately pulled away. It lasted for less than a couple of seconds, I swear, London. Please, you have to believe me..." Manila pleaded to try to get at least one person to comfort her.

Manila's tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably and that made London understand that she was truly regretful of her decisions and actions. She came closer to her and pulled Manila into a comforting and warm hug which she desperately needed.

"I believe you, Manila..." London said to her in a soft voice as she cried into her shoulder with small sobs escaping. "...I understand and it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay and you know it."

"But what if it's not?" Manila suddenly pulled away from London's embrace and sniffled. "What if- what if they don't work together and it's going to be my fault?" She pointed at her chest.

"It won't." London reassured her walking closer and taking Manila's hand in hers as a comforting gesture. "I can assure you, it won't happen that way. They love each other so much and I've seen their story right from the beginning. I can tell you."

The two looked at each other deep in one another's eyes as the last tear from Manila's left eye fell on her cheek. London wanted to make her feel better and even though she did a bad move, she didn't deserve to hate herself so much.

But out of nowhere, the door to their room suddenly opened and Denver walked in with his gun tightly clutched in his hands. The two women turned around to look at him as he noticed Manila's red face from crying.

He understood that she had told London about them, but didn't add or say anything. He just looked back and forth at the two as Manila wiped her tearful eyes and sniffled. "You okay?" Denver asked Manila.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She told him as she attempted to bring a real smile. "Everything's fine."

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