The Eight Pages c2
AN: 5,970+ words :D -almost self satisfied- Sorry for the wait, here's chapter two. Enjoy...(?)
.
.
.
Sarah woke up slowly, furrowing her eyebrows and vaguely realizing that she didn't know where she fell asleep. It was only when she also recognized the lack of background noise that she opened her eyes all the way and tried to focus.
Then immediately froze. Where was she?
It became evident the more the looked around from where she lay. Just above her head was a door with an older handle and a crank to roll down the window, and in front of her was some kind of hole in the dash where a little compartment used to be. From the lack of a backseat, and the window above the seat she was laying, she could tell it was a truck- and old truck, from the looks of it.
The worst part? It wasn't even the fact that she was lying in a dusty old truck and she could see big, dark towering trees outside the windows- or that she had no idea how she'd gotten there. The door at her feet was open.
She sat up, very carefully and suddenly alert, trying not to make any noise and trying not to let her fear consume her.
Where was she? Had something happened?
Being friends with Ethan, Benny and Rory could get weird sometimes, and they had definitely gotten all of them into difficult situations before, but this? How could they manage this? Where was she?
Rubbing at her sore neck, she sat up very carefully and pulled her stiff legs up so that she was sitting crouched over with one leg under her and her foot on the floor. Looking into the bed of the truck, she seen that it had raised wooden walls on either side, but the back gate was open, and all she could see was grass and more trees.
Taking in a deep breath, Sarah looked around the front again, and out the other window- she was sure no one was around. Stepping outside the truck, she couldn't help herself- she looked underneath the truck as well, just for good measure, and stood up to look around nervously, pulling her bathrobe tighter around her. She was still wearing her swimming clothes from the hot tub- how crazy was that?
Sarah knew she really shouldn't be afraid- vampires were creatures of the night, and she could see in the dark as well as she could in the day. She could hear anything that came before it seen her, she could run away at blurring speed, and she possessed strength beyond human or animal limits...basically, she could outfight or outrun anything that came her way.
So why did she feel like that didn't apply here? Why couldn't she see anything past the first fifteen feet?
Shivering, she walked as quietly as she could around the front of the old truck and started off in that direction- trying not to think about (yuck) how she might've been lying on old bug corpses or spiders or something. Twenty or so paces later, she got frustrated by the fact that wherever she stepped, no matter how carefully, the ground seemed to crunch and crackle.
"Sarah?"
Sarah jumped and looked around frantically for a moment before her nervous brain could recognize the voice.
"Erika?" She asked the darkness and a moment later, her blonde friend became visible, coming from the direction of the truck, and surprisingly, she as well was still wearing her swim suit and flip flops from the night before.
"Oh thank god!" Erika jogged up to her, pulling the shorter vampire closer in a hug. Fear was evident in her voice and in her big blue eyes. "I thought I was here all alone!"
"Erika?" Sarah asked again, attempting to shake herself out of her shock. "What are you doing here? How'd you find me?"
"I don't know." Relief made Erika's voice shake. "I heard someone walking over here and came to see who it was." She shook her head and took Sarah's hand, leading her somewhere off to their left. "Sarah, don't you know to stay on the trails? Someone could hear you if you walk in the leaves- like I just did!"
"No I didn't know," Sarah began, surprised when she felt solid, hard ground under her feet. "I just woke up a couple minutes ago in that dusty old truck. Erika, what's going on here? How did we get here?"
"I have no idea." Erika replied, still unsteady, and Sarah wasn't at all surprised when the blonde continued to hold her hand- she wasn't sure she was brave enough to let go either. There was this deep booming noise beginning to vibrate the air- it was so creepy. "All I know is that I woke up in this creepy...bathroom thing. It was nothing but freaky hallways and disgusting tile-" Erika shuddered. "Sarah, I couldn't run. I still can't run."
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, confused. She didn't understand any of this- like she was still dizzy from her time asleep.
"I mean, I can't run like a vampire!" Erika whispered viciously, though she seemed mad at herself rather than Sarah. "I tried and fell flat on my face! And I can only run for like seven seconds before my lungs start to hurt and I get tired."
"What- why?" Sarah asked, feeling like Alice in a very, very dark Wonderland. "Erika, why is this happening? This has to have something to do with magic, I can't see either, and I can't hear anything."
"That's because there's nothing to hear." Erika answered. "Nothing but that big scary bass sound, anyway. Up until you, I didn't hear anything else besides myself. And that's not all."
The blonde led them a few steps off the path to a tree- which looked like a big oak, but the bark was so smooth...too smooth to be an oak, almost like poplar or something- but something told Sarah that it wasn't even a tree. Like it had just been made that way.
That sent chills up her spine and made her clutch Erika's hand a little tighter.
"Do these trees feel real to you?" Erika looked at her anxiously. "Sarah, I think this IS magic. It has to be. Nothing here feels real except for us."
"That video game." Sarah shook her head, feeling cold. "That stupid online game that the boys were playing by the hot tub."
"Don't say it!" Erika spoke hurriedly, fearfully. "I know what it is! My little cousins made me play it once a couple of years ago. Sarah...I think that's where we are."
The brunet couldn't find it in herself to answer. But she was thinking one thing- if they were here...wouldn't that mean the boys were here too? She didn't know anything about that game other than that it was supposed to be scary. She didn't even know the title, even if she seen memes everywhere.
But...wasn't something supposed to be chasing them?
.
.
Oh fuck.
"This isn't good, this isn't good." Ethan whispered in terror to himself, creeping around the first floor of the big house. He hadn't scoped out the upstairs, being too fearful of the black window, but he had checked out most of what was downstairs. Everywhere he went- trashed. The writing on the stairs did little for him except to raise his blood pressure, and was nothing but a bunch of trees and the word 'Help' repeated over and over- which didn't exactly inspire him not to go hide in a closet or something and curl up in a ball.
But someone had to be out there, somewhere. Ethan had no magic of his own except for his second sight, and how else would he have gotten here? Aliens? Doubtful. Random kidnappers? Why would they knock him out and drag him away just to throw him in a filthy house on a lumpy mattress upstairs? How could they have even gotten in the house? Benny was supposed to have set up the alarms- Caleb had an excellent security system...and why didn't he have any recollection of...anything?
No, Ethan had a sinking feeling this wasn't something normal. He had a feeling this wasn't even real. Everything was too neat, even the trash on the floor and the papers everywhere looked too crafted to be real. The writing on the wall had been too glossy, too...perfect.
Ethan didn't know. All he knew was that this was freaky as hell and there were two possibilities that he'd narrowed everything down to.
Option one, he'd somehow, probably by magic, been transported to a fake world for...what? That part didn't make sense. Option two- he was dreaming. He was having some kind of a very vivid seer dream or something where he was trapped in his own mind...and that didn't make any sense either. Why would he be trapped in his own consciousness? He'd heard of things like that before, but those people had always had a lesson to learn or something, some kind of problem that they'd had to work through on their own.
He really hoped it was the first one- because if he had been taken here by magic, then there was a good chance the others were here somewhere too.
"Let's find out...how good the creators were." Ethan murmured to himself, telling himself not to be scared, because if this were magic, he, Benny and Sarah had been through this before. He wasn't in any real danger, it just felt that way. And so he set to proving himself right.
His theories were confirmed a few minutes later when he couldn't open the fridge- there was nothing to open, it was a big, fake fridge. It was fake! It had to be. And the unmarked can of what he assumed to be soda wouldn't open either. The unopened bottle of wine by the fridge was empty, and he couldn't smash a glass tumbler he'd found on the table, no matter how hard he tried (Ethan tried to be violent with the glass very quietly, so he wouldn't alert anyone else in this fake world as to where he was).
Then he came across the papers. Obviously fake as well, and speaking of someone named Kate who apparently used to or currently was living in this...home. Were fake people real? That is to say, would they be real and inhabiting the world he was in?
He had to get out.
The papers proved to be less than helpful- which was confusing, because if he was able to read them, and they felt like real clues, than wouldn't that meant he was meant to find them? That they would be able to help him somehow? Chewing the inside of his lip nervously, he began making his way through the house quicker, trying to make as little noise as possible still. All he while, he held his hands out along the walls and the furniture, willing some kind of vision to pass through his fingertips and give him a clue as to where he was. Any kind of clue.
All he was met with was brief tingling sensations and occasional white flashes that lasted no longer than a fraction of a second.
He jolted violently and gasped as the sound of a high-pitched scream swept through the house like a strong wind. Pressing himself against the nearest wall and clutching his chest he looked around frantically. It was clear that the scream had come from outside, maybe somewhere in the distance...but whatever had caused that scream, he did not want to meet. Abruptly, his mind was in a whirl of intense fear and frantic intentions to just run wherever he could to get away from the obvious danger. It wasn't fight or flight- it was just run.
Get out.
Get out now.
Scrambling his way to the front door he'd passed earlier, he did a quick pat-down of himself and realized that he couldn't have his phone, because he didn't have any pockets. His shirt was a plain gray tee, and he wore a pair of basketball shorts he'd stolen out of Benny's bag before he fell asleep the night before. Somehow, he'd ended up in a pair of Nike sandals that were completely not made for running of any physical activity of the sort.
Edging along the walls with a stiff spine and jittery limbs, Ethan peeked outside as well as he could through the opaque windows. The porch lights were on- was that weird? But he couldn't see much else, so he grasped the doorknob and prayed to god that it could turn, that he could get out of the house.
It turned. Outside was a small porch, lit by two outdoor lamps on each a side, and beyond that a massive expanse of black. Ethan thought he could see trees beyond what he could see of a sidewalk, but wasn't sure. Not until he stepped out of the house, and tried closing the door behind him, only to discover that it wouldn't close more than halfway. He then stepped back and made his way shakily down the steps and away from the house in which he'd awoken...then he took off both of his sandals and booked it across the manicured lawn. He wasn't sure what made him begin sprinting away, but that hardly mattered. All he knew was that there was electricity under his skin and a quivering deep within him that had nothing to do with the chilly wind.
All he knew was that he had to run. The deep, echoing bass was getting closer, as though just atop the treetops above him.
.
.
"What do you think?" Rory asks hesitantly as they peek their heads out of the tent flap for about the fifth time. So far, there had been nothing out if the ordinary, and nothing at all had moved of made noise save for the campfire a few few away, which constantly flickered.
"Well..." Benny struggled, though he'd been doing nothing but thinking for the last few minutes. Benny had helped and taken the wheel on occasion, but Ethan was usually the one to do the hard thinking and planning. So, without his other half to back him up on his strategies...let's just say he was a little rusty. "I think we definitely need a plan of action before we set out."
"Good thinking!" Rory quipped, nodding enthusiastically, kneeling so that he could look above the top of the tent as well. "What's the plan?"
"If we are where we think we are..." The spellmaster suppressed a shiver. "We should find out right away what works here and what doesn't. I don't know what version of the game we're in, because dude, the graphics here look different than the one we were playing."
"Are there other...you know, versions of the game we were playing?" Rory gave a quizzical look. "How many?"
"I have no idea." Benny shrugged and leant back in the tent. "At this point, we'll just have to assume that anything's possible. Which means..."
"He's here." Rory's voice was just above a whisper, and when he leant back as well, Benny was surprised to see traces of actual fear hiding in his baby blue orbs. The blonde pulled his knees up close to him, and had to scrunch his head down like Benny in order to not disturb the tent.
"Maybe." Benny agreed, but he thought they both knew the answer. He didn't think they would be sent into a game without something to drive them to finish it. And by the looks of it, they would very well have to complete the game or find a way out before they got back home.
Home? Back to Caleb's house? What had gone on in order to put them here?
"We have to be careful..." Benny thought for a moment longer. "Remember how we couldn't run in the game?"
"Oh no." Rory complained, and pouted slightly. "You mean I might not even have my vamp speed to get us through?"
"We might not even have regular human speed." Benny would've been scowling if he weren't so miserable and frightened. "But we have to try, we can't just hide in here forever. The others might be here...and they might not have a tent or anywhere to hide."
"Right." Rory answered unenthusiastically. "So...how do we do this? On three?"
Benny snuck a quick look outside again. "Why wait? It's not like it's going to change anything the longer we sit here. The game will probably begin when we pass the first objective..." Like last time. The scary part, or the scary music, only really began after finding the first page.
And he didn't want to admit it, but with the other three out there, assuming they were out there,
"You think we're supposed to find pages?" Rory whispered loudly after they'd clambered out of the short tent. The two teens stood there by the fire, huddled together and trying to look in several directions at once as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"What else would we have to do?" Benny asked, genuinely curious and wondering what else could possibly be the challenge here. If this guy had been scary in 2-D, imagine the stress, not to mention the mind-numbing fear that would come with meeting him face-to-face. But all would be well as long as they didn't look at him...right?
"I have no idea." His big blue eyes glanced around once, seeming to flicker with a familiar yellow light before settling somewhere off to their right. "Let's go that way."
Rory shivered, and Benny was surprised to know that he could feel it- Rory must've really been shaken if he was pressing up this close. Even if it was per usual for the blonde to gather himself embarrassingly close to him or E during horror movie nights, this was also the same kid that had camped out in Ethan's creepy basement for an entire night (with marshmallows and a PSP) just to prove he wasn't a chicken. Even before he'd become a vampire, Rory had never been afraid of the dark.
Until now, it seemed.
Well...yeah. Throw in an alternate video-game reality with too-perfect trees, no background noise, and a faceless pixel demon stalking you from the distance, then, yeah. Benny could see how it might've put him on edge. In fact, he had goosebumps just thinking about it.
So off they headed in that general direction. Walking close together and breathing rather loudly dispute their best efforts, the two quickly realized that it was a pain to simply walk in the grass. They had to walk for three whole minutes in flinch-inducing crackles before they found a path, and that was a little better. Somehow, it still managed to make an obvious grinding sound.
"See any landmarks?" Rory whispered after a while.
"Not like last time." Benny replied equally as quietly. "Do you think these trails actually lead somewhere?"
"There's a house!" Rory whispered suddenly, excitedly, nudging Benny and pointing to a squarish, white cube farther down the trail and almost out of seeing distance. The thought of a whole house in this hellish reality gave Benny a stab of fear in his stomach, which diminished some when he saw how small it was. The thought of being trapped somewhere was just...ugh. Shudders. It just didn't sit well with him.
"I think "shed" would be a more appropriate description." Benny returned as they steadily approached the landmark. "There has to be a page on this thing.."
"Do we really want one?" Rory rose an eyebrow in a rare show of mild intelligence before tugging the spellmaster off to one side of the cube-like building.
"Wait." Benny grimaced and held Rory in place, stepping a bit further away for a moment before instructing Rory to keep watch on the trail while he searched the shed. "Just make sure nothing sneaks up on me while I go around."
Rory blanched. "What?! What if it grabs me while your looking around? Aren't we supposed to avoid looking at him?"
"How else are we supposed to know when to run?" Benny shrugged, but he looked nervous too- he wasn't keen on bus idea of going inside the stupid cube alone in the dark, no matter how small it was. "Maybe he can't appear out of nowhere if we're looking. I'll be back in a sec."
"Benny!" Rory hissed, but flattened himself quickly to the wall of the shed as Benny went around the other side. Gulping, he looked around the corner with focused, anxious eyes, listening hard and as Benny searched the establishment for pages.
On the other side of the ugly thing, Benny was having no luck. There was a glass post-box thing on the outer wall, and even some stupid ill-crafted ads for top-of-the-line dental work (flinch) and bargains on fresh produce. Even more baffling was the fact that the door didn't open.
"Okay." Benny sighed as he came back and poked Rory in the side, causing the blonde to jump and glare back at him. "We're good. No page, but we're good."
"No page?" Rory asked, sounding somewhere between disbelieving, tiredly amused, and angry. "What do you mean, no page?"
"No page on the wall and the door didn't open." Benny answered, and figured they should get moving before...something came upon them. He did a quick look-around and then started off towards the path with Rory. "No use loitering, huh?"
"I guess." Rory huffed, surprised at himself that he found this suddenly so frustrating.
"Calm down." Benny rolled his eyes, and found himself, for about the thousandth time since waking up, desperately wishing that E was there. E would know what to do, know what was going on. Rory was an alright adventure buddy...sort of. But nothing compared to the bliss and clarity that always came when he was touching Ethan, or even talking to him. Holding his hand, kissing him...running his fingers through those chocolate brunet locks, talking geeky with him. His E actually had a silver tongue, for all the awkwardness everyone else seen. He always knew what to say, even when he thought he didn't.
"You have that look again."
"What?" Benny asked, shaking himself out of it. For a moment, he'd actually managed to forget that they were possibly in mortal danger (you know, who knows if they were actually there or not? But it felt pretty damn real). Even just the thought of E had chased his fears away...
And he was filled with an inexplicably warm feeling.
"That look." Rory was smirking. "The look you get when you're thinking about Ethan."
"I have a look?" Benny asked, genuinely surprised, and a little awed that his affection for Ethan could slip through so quickly. Then of course, his second thought was- how many times had he been so obvious?! "I have a look? How often do I get it?"
"Try all the time, dude." Rory smiled in a way that said Benny was stupid and he was superior. "You know, I think you even might've had that look all the way back in eighth grade."
"But I didn't even like Ethan in eighth grade." Benny protested. Well...did he?
"You sure about that? It was a common occurrence."
"Oh, can it Count Dorkula." Benny snapped, but he was smiling faintly himself. He supposed it could have been a possibility that he had been crushing on Ethan since he was thirteen, even if he didn't really know he was into guys until he was fifteen of sixteen. It might've been cliche to say, but with E, anything was possible. He might've even been in love with him before he even knew what falling in love felt like.
Wait, what?
"Dude! Look!" Rory exclaimed lowly, pointing off in the distance to another landmark. Their eyes had steadily adjusted until they could see further into the haze than they had been able to in the beginning. Just at the edge of their ability of sight was some kind of construction vehicle, but what was on the back of it was unmistakable, even from where they were standing. "The first page!"
"Or the second page." Benny murmured forgetting his inner ravings, and they both paused on the path for a moment. "Should we grab it?"
"What else are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know.." Benny frowned, and he should've been embarrassed by his own dumb question, but...what about the others? If Slenderman hadn't come for them yet, and IF he hadn't come for the others, did this mean that he would show his not-face after they picked up this page? That was a lot of "if"'s...but when they'd played the game at Caleb's house, they'd only seen him after the first page had been found. What did this mean for them? What would it mean for the others, assuming they were in this horror dimension too? What if they weren't lucky enough to wake up with another person?
There were three of them, that was an odd number. And for some inexplicable reason, Benny felt that the game just wouldn't pair up three people like that. It would've been too kind. So who was the odd one out?
Of course, he meant no ill will towards either of the girls...but he really hoped it was one of them.
"Let's just grab it." Benny shook his head, apprehension gnawing at his insides. "The sooner we start this, the sooner it can be over."
.
.
His chest hurt from his breaths coming too heavily. His legs hurt from running for so long. His head hurt from everything else. What had he done to deserve this?
The only good thing about his time running from nothing was that it had given him some time to think. Not that he hadn't had time at the house, but he would be damned if he were staying there longer than necessary. The first thing he'd considered was that he'd just woken up in a huge house in the middle of nowhere, and he didn't recognize anything. He had no idea how he'd gotten there, and nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed real except for himself.
None of this could've possibly been a coincidence. It had to have been something he was doing the night before...because if he really had been taken by aliens, or by random kidnappers, then his visions still would have been coming through. After he'd calmed down a bit, and had time to sort his thoughts out, he'd come to the conclusion that this had to have happened magically. There was no second option. He'd been taken and placed here by something. A second huge clue was the wilderness beyond the front yard.
The trees, the grass, the sounds, it was too fake. The trees were glossy and crafted, as though someone had shaped them intricately out of clay, and fired them to look like actual trees. The leaves didn't away, even when he'd felt wind, and the grass, although green in some places, crunched like mad when he treaded on them, as though it were dry and frail.
It almost looked...animated. As though the graphics of a video game or cheap animated movie like Beowulf had been brought to life. Which got him thinking...
In the game when they'd originally played, the trees had looked a little like this. So had the sky, like there were too many stars, and the distance glowed like the street lamps of a town had been reflecting off the clouds. But there were no clouds.
Could he be in the game? Could he be in the Eight Pages? If he recalled correctly, there hadn't been a house (granted, they'd only played for a couple minutes or so) or any other players in the game, so where had the scream come from? Could it have been the girls? Were the others in this place too?
The second thing he'd considered was his ability to run, and keep running for as long as he wanted. In the game they'd played, it was clear that the character had no ability to run for more than a few seconds. It was stupid, but true, and there was clearly no flashlight. This just got more confusing the more he thought about it.
Did this mean they had to find the pages before they would return home?
Too many questions and very little answers for anything at all...and of course, the biggest question: who, or what had brought him here? If he could just have one vision, it could help him exponentially.
God, where was Benny when he needed him?
It was a few more minutes of aimless wandering and studying the almost-greenery that Ethan came upon...a really huge rock.
"Uh..." Ethan voiced his confusion, and almost without thought out himself between two thick trees and leant against one. He wanted to study it without the fear that something would grab at him from behind...but what the heck? It was by far the first landmark that he'd come across, but what was a huge telephone-pole-sized rock doing in the middle of the forest? It was gray, relatively cylinder-shaped and covered in moss in places, but it definitely stood out. There were smaller boulders surrounding it, and for whatever bone-chilling reason, Ethan felt that he should go there. Like a vision without an actual vision, his gut told him something over there was waiting.
It didn't necessarily make him feel any better. The fact that he would have to go over there and check it out meant that he would have to leave his back exposed. He'd just found a spot that he almost felt comfortable in...but also..the more he stood in one place, the more he felt that something was getting closer. There was tension in the air, and the loud booming like huge waves of solid sound had by no means gone away.
Eventually, he figured that it would just get worse the more he stood there. So, he steeled himself and headed out of his hiding spot as quietly as he could- which wasn't very quiet at all. The closer he got, the more he wanted to shake his head in superiority, because for the first time he realized how fake even the best animation was compared to reality. An actual rock with kick this rock's virtual ass.
And yeah, he probably needed to spend less time with Benny.
Smiling fondly, he studied the boulder, and even spent time running his hands along it to feel the strange texture. Vaguely, he wondered if there was supposed to be some ulterior purpose to the rock that to just simply sit there and take up space. What if something moved, like what if it were an entrance to something underground? Who knows what could happen if this was actually a virtual world?
A few moments longer and he got his answer- a white, almost luminescent note stuck to the side of the boulder.
He supposed there was some kind of upside to this, but all it gave him was a serious case of the chills. It confirmed one thing, whether he was in this place alone or not- he was in Slender, the Eight Pages. Though it seemed it was some kind of warped version...some things weren't right, they strayed too much from the original.
He reached for the page, battling with himself internally, but before he could grasp it, there was a massive, low sound like someone had just popped the world's biggest bubble. There was a wave of energy that washed past his skin in the strangest sensation...something had just happened. Something real, not like the scream he'd heard earlier, which, in retrospect, had sounded generic.
But he didn't have time to think about any of that, upon grabbing the note. The thing just vanished under his fingertips as he pulled it from the rock, and there was that same sound again, the same wave of energy he'd felt only moments before. Now, it was obvious that someone had already found the first note, and Ethan had just found the second one, but Ethan had no time to think about any of this. He was facing left, in the general direction that two distant screams had just sounded from.
Two male screams, teenage screams, if he'd ever heard them, and unfortunately, he recognized them. He knew those voices as well as he knew his own. It set off both panic and intense relief in his chest, so much that he released an audible huff of air before he had the chance to consider that Slenderman might aria lot he following him now. He's found the second page.
But by the sounds of it, he might already be in pursuit of a couple of other...players.
With just a bit of hesitation- because who knew what was real here? Even if it did sound like his friends- he began jogging, and then running in that direction.
.
.
.
AN: Been a long time? :D I missed this. You know, I've been going through a case of writer's...not exactly block, but everything I've been writing lately has been crap. So...yeah, sorry for any mistakes bros. Speaking of bros, where has BethanForever been? :D Not that I don't love all of my regulars, (MBAVFan66, TiredOfBeingNice, my two trusty reviewers thus far, thank you and I love you guys for it, feedback is half of what I write for) but yeah...are Bethan fics getting old? lol where is everyone?
*BTW, MBAV fan66, I actually didn't know about Atticus Mitchell having an older bro named Caleb :D how weird lol I'm sure I did know at one point, but I must've forgot, because the name was completely involuntary. Weird, because I am a fangirl and have plans to kidn- ehem, give Atty a taste of American culture in the future. ;P Is his brother as cute as he is?
Also...is there anyone actually interested in my other stories? Namely, "Hidden In The Blackness" because I'm having a massive block with that onne and I have such a plot planned for it, and I am SO ashamed of myself...anyway, tell me what you think.
If I don't post by then, have a Merry Christmas! (If you celebrate that.) xo
Posted 12.21.15 :)
