Chapter 1
Running Out Of Money
Yay, the sequel! But - I strongly reccommend you read FINDING HAPPINESS before you read April Showers. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"'I won't be ignored.'"
A line from Linkin Park's "Faint." That's one kick-ass song. I wish I could've had that attitude when it came to Kagome. I wish I could've just been persistent, forceful. I wish I could've been braver and spoken my exact feelings. . . I would get so tongue-tied around her, though; my promises of my undying love for her always came out sounding cliched, corny, and weak. . . I wish I could've been more like Sesshoumaru. So sure of himself, so articulate. Regal. Everything I'll never be.
I guess, in some ways, I'm just a screw up. I tend to screw up everything. Why do I do this? No idea. It's just my curse, I guess.
Like college. I took Mom's advice, and went to study English in America. New York City, New York, to be exact. After all the shit with Kagome. . . Anyway, things went pretty well there. My professor was great; I really liked him. I was doing so well in his class; English was starting to become easy. I was starting to write like a maniac. I stayed for a year; got a few articles published in the newspaper. . . I threw myself into my writing. But at night, every night, I discovered how lonely I still felt, and then I would just think of Kagome, which would just depress me. Pretty soon, I wasn't thinking straight again, or something, and I came back to Tokyo. And things were going so well in America. . . but like I said, I'm just a bonafide screw-up. I had to go and ruin it all.
I suppose I could've gone back sometime in the future; but Tokyo was calling me. So I answered. I went back home, having no idea why I was there or how I was going to make a living. All that money dad left me went into college; I had just enough to come back home, plus some from a job I'd had. There was a little left. It may have held out for about another month.
So I now had a month to get a job. What the hell was I gonna do? A college drop-out, who was too damn messed up to finish out and get his degree. No newspaper would hire me as a reporter or writer. So I started work on a book, and hoped that Kaede might take me back at the basket shop as a delivery boy.
After I finished high school, being on my own seemed like it was gonna be so great. I romanticized it terribly; living a simple life with a simple job, content and comfortable. . . You change your mind after the only woman you've ever felt real, true love for leaves you for your rich half-brother. A little light goes on in your head, and you begin to realize it's time you started to make real money so you could have a little something to offer your significant other. I didn't have anything to offer Kagome but my. . . heart / undying love / me. (Damn. See how corny I get?) Anyway, regardless of the fact that I was now working on a novel, I needed something to do in the meantime. I considered Kaede's basket shop again. . . and then I figured Miroku was probably still working there, and that would just lead to more questions about Kagome. Not that I never wanted to see Miroku; it's just the fact that there was a chance I might see her again, and I'm a wimp. I was so afraid of seeing Kagome again; I was scared that I would never be able to get over her.
That's what just seeing her did to me. She was so beautiful; utterly beautiful. Her lips were always red; her smile a beautiful white; and her eyes. . . her eyes were a deep, sweet brown. Like chocolate. And there go the corny remarks again.
In other words, Kagome was so sweet; she was fiery and spontaneous. Sweet, adorable. . . my heart was aching, and I was hating myself for being such a romantic. I always put on such a tough exterior, like no one or nothing can get to me; but when it came to Kagome, she broke through my stupid facade every time, and read my emotions like a book. I wasn't too comfortable with that. . . but I was glad she at least knew how I felt without my having to say anything.
When I got back to Tokyo, I knew I was going to run into someone I knew. If I didn't, then I would start to think I hadn't come back to the right place. My hunch was verified when I ran into Sango in a coffee shop (where I happened to be job-hunting). She gave me a smile that made me forget my stupid problems for a little while. It seems like friends are always able to do that.
Sango had been coming as I was going, a body guard accompanying her. I'd forgotten that she was so famous, now. That movie had been a big hit. . . Kagome's big hit. . . gods, was everything linked to Kagome, or what? Anyway, she had spotted me and squealed, removing her sunglasses because it had taken me a while to figure out who she was. She had run over to me to hug me, and people stared, so she suggested we go for a drive.
While we sat in the nice, white, expensive car, we had a chance to catch up.
"So how have you been?" she asked with excitement. "What was America like?"
"America was. . . it was nice. Busy, you know. But really no different from Tokyo." I shrugged.
"What about college? How did that go?"
I looked down with guilt. "I, uh. . . I dropped out."
Her face fell. "Why? Was it that bad?"
"No, it was really great. . . It was a personal thing. I just felt like coming home, I guess."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you gonna go back?"
"Yeah. Someday."
"So you're writing now, right? Got a job?"
I smirked. "Actually, that's what I was at the coffee shop for; I was job- hunting."
Her eyebrows raised, and she smiled. "Oh! Well, good luck!"
I just scoffed. "So what's stardom like?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's nothing special. Can't go anywhere by myself anymore, I barely see Miroku."
"How is he?"
"Good. (The last time I heard)." she joked.
I smiled. The next question was apparent; I just didn't want to ask it. She saved me from having to say anything. "Kagome and Sesshoumaru got married last fall."
I looked away, out the tinted window. "Yeah. . . how are they, anyway?" I asked, though I was trying not to care.
"Good."
I could tell she was trying to be optimistic about it; I couldn't expect her to take my side. She was Kagome's friend, too. I also knew she could see it. She could see that I wasn't over Kagome yet, even though she didn't say anything. I looked over at her, and she was biting her lip guiltily. "Hey."
"I'm sorry, Inu - "
"It's okay."
"So you're. . . you're still not over her yet, huh?"
I just looked away. It was even scarier admitting it out loud. She shook her head. "I can't believe it. It's been a whole year."
"Hey," I shrugged, trying to keep a light mood and failing. "I can't help it."
She nodded vaguely. "Well," she said suddenly, changing the mood, "do you want to come see the apartment? We're so proud of it." she added, smiling. "And we got a puppy!"
I smirked. "Sure."
And damn, that hadn't been any small apartment. Try Penthouse on the forty- fifth floor. Nice. For them and their puppy. 'Sango must be one hell of an actress,' I had thought to myself when I saw the place. I hadn't seen the movie yet, but I made a mental note to. And I wanted to see it for Sango's acting. Not because Kagome wrote the whole story. Yeah.
Later, I went back to my old apartment. It was still vacant, because I had made sure it would be. Yeah, I paid bills for a place I wasn't living in. So sue me, I wanted my old apartment to still be there for me when I came back.
I walked in and flicked the lights on. The place lit up; white walls,
plain, and half-empty. Which reminded me; I needed groceries. I needed money for groceries. I needed a job for
money for groceries. Damn it. I had decided to go out to a diner that night. I had enough money for a burger, and I was damn hungry.
It was a smaller place who's name I didn't really know (or care to know for that matter), but I liked it. Of course, anything's good when you're starving. I left after about forty minutes from arriving, full, but still emotionally unsatisfied. What Sango had mentioned about Kagome and Sesshoumaru was still bothering me, now that I was alone again.
So they were now happily married. Well, yay for them. I was trying not to care. Inside, what I really wanted to do was go see Kagome. Just go see how she was really doing. Was she really so happy? "Probably," I muttered to myself on the sidewalk. Luckily no one heard me. Anyway, as I kept wandering, my mind did so with me. 'I wonder how she would react if I showed up on her doorstep. Man, would *that* be awkward. I'm too obsessed with her. I need a hobby. . .'
Something caught my eye in a shop window. It was a typewriter, an older one, but in very good condition, priced at eighty dollars. 'Holy crap. Wish I could afford that right now. A typewriter would be perfect.' Computers were costing way too much for my finances at the moment, and my hand was starting to get the cramps from hell. 'Why not? It doesn't take too long to scrape up eighty bucks.' I went inside and asked the owner if he could hold it for one month.
When he said he could, I actually felt excited. A little, anyway. I hadn't been feeling much of anything lately, so it had been a big deal for me. I left the shop feeling a little better, and when I got home, I finally realized how tired I was. I crashed on the couch, and right as I was beginning to fall asleep, the damn phone rang.
"Hello?" I grumbled, my head spinning a little from getting up too fast.
"Hey!"
It was Miroku. "Hey, man," I replied, my voice light.
"You home?"
"I answered the phone didn't I?" I growled.
He laughed with delight. "How are you? Sango said she ran into you today, and I had to give you a call."
"I'm. . . as well as I can be. I hear you guys are good. Sango showed me the apartment."
"Yeah, it's a hell of a place. How did you get your old place back?"
"I, uh, paid the rent while I was gone. . . "
"Really."
"Yeah. . ."
"How was America?"
"Pretty cool. Where you working now?"
"I'm not. Sango brought in enough money for us to live off of for about another two years. And people are really trying to get her attention for parts in all kinds of movies. I don't really need a job. I've been doing community work, and I've started college."
"How's that been?"
"Really great, actually. Sango told me you dropped out."
"I did. It just wasn't workin' out, you know. . . I mean, I really learned a lot, and I was getting really good at English - "
"Really? After only a year?"
'Well, my mom had already taught me some when I was in high school. Learning it wasn't so complicated."
"Oh. . . did you write at all?"
"I wrote like crazy."
"Dude, you should go back."
"I know. I will. Someday."
"Why did you come back here?"
"I dunno, man. Felt like comin' home, I guess."
"That's an odd reason to drop out of college."
"All right, all right, I get the point already. I'll go back. I just need to be here now. Oh, hey - do you know if Kaede's hiring?"
"She was when I left. Go see."
"Thanks." I could hear Miroku's doorbell ring in the background, and then some barking and growling.
"Hold on," he muttered into the phone. I could hear a "clunk" as he set the phone down, and then voices and a happy yipping from the dog. "Hey, I have InuYasha on the phone," I could hear him saying faintly, "wanna talk to him?"
Oh, god, who was there?
"Hey," he said when the receiver was back at his ear, "Kagome's here. Wanna talk to her?"
My eyes went wide, and I froze. 'Think of something! Quick!'
"Uh, actually," I said, "I've gotta go. . . uh, grocery shopping," I said lamely.
"This late?"
"Yeah. . . I'm really on empty. Heh."
"Oh. All right. Wanna go for lunch tomorrow?"
"Sure. See ya."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're back, man."
I sighed. "Thanks."
"Bye."
"Later."
Where in hell had he gotten the idea that I wanted to talk to Kagome? Yeah, that's just what I would need right now. I sighed and crashed back on the couch, throwing an arm over my eyes. He thought everything was fine, now. Sango hadn't told him.
My heart was thumping in my ears from the near-contact with Kagome, and I looked over to my old T.V. And when I say old, I don't mean old because I have a newer one somewhere. I mean OLD, like '83, at least. It's all boxy and ugly. But, man, it's my best friend when I'm like this. Just turn some old movie on, or some 'toons, and I forget about what going on in the real world for a while.
I found the remote sitting on the coffee table, ready and waiting for me, and I turned the T.V. on to see. . . Sango in a preview of her movie on some talk show rerun. That was a little weird, so I turned the channel, and found some old black-and-white.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" a man was asking a woman. The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at him with guilt.
"No. . . it's only you. It's always been you." she said, her voice shaking.
"I don't believe you. You're in love with him, and you've been in love with him for a long time, now. Why don't you just admit it?" He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. "Admit it! You love him!"
The woman began to cry. "No. . . yes. . . Yes, I do love him!"
The man stopped shaking her and looked down at her with a dramatic look of hurt in his eyes. "So. . . you admit it. Then leave. Leave, go to *him*!" He let go of the woman and turned his back to her.
"But, Robert -"
"I said go!"
I turned the channel. What was up with messy love triangles these days? There was an anime on the next channel. On the channel after that there was the weather. I turned the T.V. off, giving up.
So the T.V. didn't want to be my best friend tonight. It was probably mad at me for leaving it for so long.
Rolling over on my stomach, I tried sleep. Which was foolish, because I knew I wouldn't be able to. I thought about working on my novel, but remembered that my hand was aching like hell lately, and decided to wait on that.
"What does one do when there is nothing *to* do?" I asked myself.
That annoying little voice inside of my head answered. '. . .that's a good question. Guess you should get a job.'
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So. . . PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!! I get so nervous when I post fics for the 1st time! If I get reviews, I know peeps are reading it! Help me out! Hope you guys like it so far!
Honey Bee
Yay, the sequel! But - I strongly reccommend you read FINDING HAPPINESS before you read April Showers. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"'I won't be ignored.'"
A line from Linkin Park's "Faint." That's one kick-ass song. I wish I could've had that attitude when it came to Kagome. I wish I could've just been persistent, forceful. I wish I could've been braver and spoken my exact feelings. . . I would get so tongue-tied around her, though; my promises of my undying love for her always came out sounding cliched, corny, and weak. . . I wish I could've been more like Sesshoumaru. So sure of himself, so articulate. Regal. Everything I'll never be.
I guess, in some ways, I'm just a screw up. I tend to screw up everything. Why do I do this? No idea. It's just my curse, I guess.
Like college. I took Mom's advice, and went to study English in America. New York City, New York, to be exact. After all the shit with Kagome. . . Anyway, things went pretty well there. My professor was great; I really liked him. I was doing so well in his class; English was starting to become easy. I was starting to write like a maniac. I stayed for a year; got a few articles published in the newspaper. . . I threw myself into my writing. But at night, every night, I discovered how lonely I still felt, and then I would just think of Kagome, which would just depress me. Pretty soon, I wasn't thinking straight again, or something, and I came back to Tokyo. And things were going so well in America. . . but like I said, I'm just a bonafide screw-up. I had to go and ruin it all.
I suppose I could've gone back sometime in the future; but Tokyo was calling me. So I answered. I went back home, having no idea why I was there or how I was going to make a living. All that money dad left me went into college; I had just enough to come back home, plus some from a job I'd had. There was a little left. It may have held out for about another month.
So I now had a month to get a job. What the hell was I gonna do? A college drop-out, who was too damn messed up to finish out and get his degree. No newspaper would hire me as a reporter or writer. So I started work on a book, and hoped that Kaede might take me back at the basket shop as a delivery boy.
After I finished high school, being on my own seemed like it was gonna be so great. I romanticized it terribly; living a simple life with a simple job, content and comfortable. . . You change your mind after the only woman you've ever felt real, true love for leaves you for your rich half-brother. A little light goes on in your head, and you begin to realize it's time you started to make real money so you could have a little something to offer your significant other. I didn't have anything to offer Kagome but my. . . heart / undying love / me. (Damn. See how corny I get?) Anyway, regardless of the fact that I was now working on a novel, I needed something to do in the meantime. I considered Kaede's basket shop again. . . and then I figured Miroku was probably still working there, and that would just lead to more questions about Kagome. Not that I never wanted to see Miroku; it's just the fact that there was a chance I might see her again, and I'm a wimp. I was so afraid of seeing Kagome again; I was scared that I would never be able to get over her.
That's what just seeing her did to me. She was so beautiful; utterly beautiful. Her lips were always red; her smile a beautiful white; and her eyes. . . her eyes were a deep, sweet brown. Like chocolate. And there go the corny remarks again.
In other words, Kagome was so sweet; she was fiery and spontaneous. Sweet, adorable. . . my heart was aching, and I was hating myself for being such a romantic. I always put on such a tough exterior, like no one or nothing can get to me; but when it came to Kagome, she broke through my stupid facade every time, and read my emotions like a book. I wasn't too comfortable with that. . . but I was glad she at least knew how I felt without my having to say anything.
When I got back to Tokyo, I knew I was going to run into someone I knew. If I didn't, then I would start to think I hadn't come back to the right place. My hunch was verified when I ran into Sango in a coffee shop (where I happened to be job-hunting). She gave me a smile that made me forget my stupid problems for a little while. It seems like friends are always able to do that.
Sango had been coming as I was going, a body guard accompanying her. I'd forgotten that she was so famous, now. That movie had been a big hit. . . Kagome's big hit. . . gods, was everything linked to Kagome, or what? Anyway, she had spotted me and squealed, removing her sunglasses because it had taken me a while to figure out who she was. She had run over to me to hug me, and people stared, so she suggested we go for a drive.
While we sat in the nice, white, expensive car, we had a chance to catch up.
"So how have you been?" she asked with excitement. "What was America like?"
"America was. . . it was nice. Busy, you know. But really no different from Tokyo." I shrugged.
"What about college? How did that go?"
I looked down with guilt. "I, uh. . . I dropped out."
Her face fell. "Why? Was it that bad?"
"No, it was really great. . . It was a personal thing. I just felt like coming home, I guess."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you gonna go back?"
"Yeah. Someday."
"So you're writing now, right? Got a job?"
I smirked. "Actually, that's what I was at the coffee shop for; I was job- hunting."
Her eyebrows raised, and she smiled. "Oh! Well, good luck!"
I just scoffed. "So what's stardom like?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's nothing special. Can't go anywhere by myself anymore, I barely see Miroku."
"How is he?"
"Good. (The last time I heard)." she joked.
I smiled. The next question was apparent; I just didn't want to ask it. She saved me from having to say anything. "Kagome and Sesshoumaru got married last fall."
I looked away, out the tinted window. "Yeah. . . how are they, anyway?" I asked, though I was trying not to care.
"Good."
I could tell she was trying to be optimistic about it; I couldn't expect her to take my side. She was Kagome's friend, too. I also knew she could see it. She could see that I wasn't over Kagome yet, even though she didn't say anything. I looked over at her, and she was biting her lip guiltily. "Hey."
"I'm sorry, Inu - "
"It's okay."
"So you're. . . you're still not over her yet, huh?"
I just looked away. It was even scarier admitting it out loud. She shook her head. "I can't believe it. It's been a whole year."
"Hey," I shrugged, trying to keep a light mood and failing. "I can't help it."
She nodded vaguely. "Well," she said suddenly, changing the mood, "do you want to come see the apartment? We're so proud of it." she added, smiling. "And we got a puppy!"
I smirked. "Sure."
And damn, that hadn't been any small apartment. Try Penthouse on the forty- fifth floor. Nice. For them and their puppy. 'Sango must be one hell of an actress,' I had thought to myself when I saw the place. I hadn't seen the movie yet, but I made a mental note to. And I wanted to see it for Sango's acting. Not because Kagome wrote the whole story. Yeah.
Later, I went back to my old apartment. It was still vacant, because I had made sure it would be. Yeah, I paid bills for a place I wasn't living in. So sue me, I wanted my old apartment to still be there for me when I came back.
I walked in and flicked the lights on. The place lit up; white walls,
plain, and half-empty. Which reminded me; I needed groceries. I needed money for groceries. I needed a job for
money for groceries. Damn it. I had decided to go out to a diner that night. I had enough money for a burger, and I was damn hungry.
It was a smaller place who's name I didn't really know (or care to know for that matter), but I liked it. Of course, anything's good when you're starving. I left after about forty minutes from arriving, full, but still emotionally unsatisfied. What Sango had mentioned about Kagome and Sesshoumaru was still bothering me, now that I was alone again.
So they were now happily married. Well, yay for them. I was trying not to care. Inside, what I really wanted to do was go see Kagome. Just go see how she was really doing. Was she really so happy? "Probably," I muttered to myself on the sidewalk. Luckily no one heard me. Anyway, as I kept wandering, my mind did so with me. 'I wonder how she would react if I showed up on her doorstep. Man, would *that* be awkward. I'm too obsessed with her. I need a hobby. . .'
Something caught my eye in a shop window. It was a typewriter, an older one, but in very good condition, priced at eighty dollars. 'Holy crap. Wish I could afford that right now. A typewriter would be perfect.' Computers were costing way too much for my finances at the moment, and my hand was starting to get the cramps from hell. 'Why not? It doesn't take too long to scrape up eighty bucks.' I went inside and asked the owner if he could hold it for one month.
When he said he could, I actually felt excited. A little, anyway. I hadn't been feeling much of anything lately, so it had been a big deal for me. I left the shop feeling a little better, and when I got home, I finally realized how tired I was. I crashed on the couch, and right as I was beginning to fall asleep, the damn phone rang.
"Hello?" I grumbled, my head spinning a little from getting up too fast.
"Hey!"
It was Miroku. "Hey, man," I replied, my voice light.
"You home?"
"I answered the phone didn't I?" I growled.
He laughed with delight. "How are you? Sango said she ran into you today, and I had to give you a call."
"I'm. . . as well as I can be. I hear you guys are good. Sango showed me the apartment."
"Yeah, it's a hell of a place. How did you get your old place back?"
"I, uh, paid the rent while I was gone. . . "
"Really."
"Yeah. . ."
"How was America?"
"Pretty cool. Where you working now?"
"I'm not. Sango brought in enough money for us to live off of for about another two years. And people are really trying to get her attention for parts in all kinds of movies. I don't really need a job. I've been doing community work, and I've started college."
"How's that been?"
"Really great, actually. Sango told me you dropped out."
"I did. It just wasn't workin' out, you know. . . I mean, I really learned a lot, and I was getting really good at English - "
"Really? After only a year?"
'Well, my mom had already taught me some when I was in high school. Learning it wasn't so complicated."
"Oh. . . did you write at all?"
"I wrote like crazy."
"Dude, you should go back."
"I know. I will. Someday."
"Why did you come back here?"
"I dunno, man. Felt like comin' home, I guess."
"That's an odd reason to drop out of college."
"All right, all right, I get the point already. I'll go back. I just need to be here now. Oh, hey - do you know if Kaede's hiring?"
"She was when I left. Go see."
"Thanks." I could hear Miroku's doorbell ring in the background, and then some barking and growling.
"Hold on," he muttered into the phone. I could hear a "clunk" as he set the phone down, and then voices and a happy yipping from the dog. "Hey, I have InuYasha on the phone," I could hear him saying faintly, "wanna talk to him?"
Oh, god, who was there?
"Hey," he said when the receiver was back at his ear, "Kagome's here. Wanna talk to her?"
My eyes went wide, and I froze. 'Think of something! Quick!'
"Uh, actually," I said, "I've gotta go. . . uh, grocery shopping," I said lamely.
"This late?"
"Yeah. . . I'm really on empty. Heh."
"Oh. All right. Wanna go for lunch tomorrow?"
"Sure. See ya."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're back, man."
I sighed. "Thanks."
"Bye."
"Later."
Where in hell had he gotten the idea that I wanted to talk to Kagome? Yeah, that's just what I would need right now. I sighed and crashed back on the couch, throwing an arm over my eyes. He thought everything was fine, now. Sango hadn't told him.
My heart was thumping in my ears from the near-contact with Kagome, and I looked over to my old T.V. And when I say old, I don't mean old because I have a newer one somewhere. I mean OLD, like '83, at least. It's all boxy and ugly. But, man, it's my best friend when I'm like this. Just turn some old movie on, or some 'toons, and I forget about what going on in the real world for a while.
I found the remote sitting on the coffee table, ready and waiting for me, and I turned the T.V. on to see. . . Sango in a preview of her movie on some talk show rerun. That was a little weird, so I turned the channel, and found some old black-and-white.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" a man was asking a woman. The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at him with guilt.
"No. . . it's only you. It's always been you." she said, her voice shaking.
"I don't believe you. You're in love with him, and you've been in love with him for a long time, now. Why don't you just admit it?" He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. "Admit it! You love him!"
The woman began to cry. "No. . . yes. . . Yes, I do love him!"
The man stopped shaking her and looked down at her with a dramatic look of hurt in his eyes. "So. . . you admit it. Then leave. Leave, go to *him*!" He let go of the woman and turned his back to her.
"But, Robert -"
"I said go!"
I turned the channel. What was up with messy love triangles these days? There was an anime on the next channel. On the channel after that there was the weather. I turned the T.V. off, giving up.
So the T.V. didn't want to be my best friend tonight. It was probably mad at me for leaving it for so long.
Rolling over on my stomach, I tried sleep. Which was foolish, because I knew I wouldn't be able to. I thought about working on my novel, but remembered that my hand was aching like hell lately, and decided to wait on that.
"What does one do when there is nothing *to* do?" I asked myself.
That annoying little voice inside of my head answered. '. . .that's a good question. Guess you should get a job.'
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So. . . PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!! I get so nervous when I post fics for the 1st time! If I get reviews, I know peeps are reading it! Help me out! Hope you guys like it so far!
Honey Bee