AN: No huge author's note this week. Simply, I went out and used a bunch of your cocktail suggestions, which in turn made me have to use some of your hangover remedies. Thanks for those, btw. Now, just to thank the usual suspects…

Thank you so much to all of you for reading and reviewing. I'm happier than a nerd and a Star Trek convention every time I get another alert, review, or favorite. You guys are the bees knees. An extra super thank you to my brand spanking new beta, Lisa89 who fixes my comma problems and knows what sneakers are, haha. And last, thanks to my fic wives, il-bel-mondo and kaystu. Reunion in Austin. It's going to be epic.

Okay, that's it for me. Enjoy these crazy kids. I know I do.

~Bella~

Sitting through the morning's pre-camp lectures was absolutely horrific. We had three lectures, each lasting an hour long. The only thing that kept me awake through each presentation was Edward's presence. I could tell he was pissed at Emmett; they sat at opposite ends of the uncomfortable bleachers, putting Rosalie, Jake, and me in between them. And their glaring did not go unnoticed, which was fine by me—as it was, I could barely look at Emmett. I was so appalled by the brief flashes of memories I'd had, it was a wonder that Edward could even bear to look at me.

Oh God. Earlier this morning definitely ranked up there with the most embarrassing moments of my life. I knew I shouldn't have asked where Edward had slept the night before. Even as I'd been asking it, I knew that the answer would probably crush me. But when I asked and he'd responded, "Not here," the look of disdain on his face had been enough to make my hangover multiply tenfold. I couldn't help but wonder where he had been, who he had been with…

And then on top of it, I had almost hooked up with Emmett. Emmett. I was pretty sure the throwing up had been a delayed reaction to the utter disgust I'd felt at remembering Emmett's boner pressed against my back.

And here comes the gag reflex again…

But Edward was being a saint. Not only had he offered me clothing (to ensure that I wouldn't have some kind of awkward walk of shame), but he'd kept his arm around me for the entire morning, allowing me to rest my head on his knee during our downtime in between lectures. He had been a small slice of heaven in a morning of hell.

By lunchtime, though, my hangover was slowly dissipating, and I was ravenous. I realized that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before. I'd been too nervous to eat dinner…and then unable to keep down breakfast.

"LB, rough night!" Emmett bellowed in my ear as he slapped a large hand onto my shoulder and pushed the large red hood up around my hair, allowing it to fall over my forehead. I fluttered my eyes shut and leaned my head down onto the cool table, breathing in the soft scent of Edward's laundry detergent and hoping that the noise around me would disappear. I raised my head again to six pairs of waiting eyes.

"Don't talk to me, Emmett," I grumbled, picking up my grilled cheese sandwich and taking a large bite. "I hate you."

"No you don't." Emmett winked, making it hard to swallow the thick bread and cheese in my mouth.

"Emmett," Edward warned with a growl before smiling softly in my direction. Smiling back in appreciation, I dug back into my sandwich.

"So, what's the deal now?" Rosalie asked the more experienced counselors at the table. "Are we done with the sexual harassment lecture?" Dear lord, I hoped so. If I had to watch another demonstration of what constituted "safe touch" and "unsafe touch," I was liable to shoot myself in the head.

"Yup, now we get to actually hang out at our activities and come up with lesson plans! Woo!" Jake punched his fist into the air, cheering loudly. The people sitting at several other tables around us looked to stare at him, but I just rolled my eyes, ignoring him. Jake loved nothing more than being the center of attention.

"Where are you even working this summer?" I asked. He had the tendency to get bored teaching the same thing every summer and was constantly switching around. I thought Jake taught archery his first summer, before switching to work with Emmett at basketball…before going through a multitude of other land sports.

"Canoe." He smirked.

"Canoe?" Edward laughed from the other side of the table, raising his eyebrow in question. "You finally exploring your Native American roots?" His green eyes sparkled with mirth. Apparently, Jake was one-thirty second Cherokee or Sioux or Apache—one of those; I didn't really remember. All I did remember was that he had put it on his college application and talked about how his great, great, great grandfather was the Chief way back in the day, which subsequently got him accepted into Princeton. When he got there, he found out they had put him in the Native American dorm, encouraging him to make friends with his fellow minority students. And he wasn't even really Native American at all. Edward thought it was hilarious and never missed an opportunity to mock him for it.

"Fuck you! My ancestors invented the canoe. Right, Seth?" Seth looked baffled, having just approached the table and being completely unaware of what we were talking about. He looked around the table nervously before shrugging and sitting next to Jake. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled weakly in response. My energy levels were still too low to really try yet. The banter continued as I spaced out, focusing instead on discreetly breathing in Edward's scent from the hoodie he had so graciously loaned me as I scarfed down the remainder of my lunch.

I was super close to dozing off right there at the table when I felt a distinct pinch on the side of my thigh. "Ow, what the fuck?" I jolted upwards in my seat, glaring at Alice, the culprit of my latest injury.

"We're talking later," she mouthed, getting up from the table. Was lunch over already? How had that happened? Where had Alice been all morning? Too many questions.

I didn't have time to wonder, though, only enough to run down to the art shops to meet my co-counselor, who I had yet to meet. I approached the dingy art room filled with crusty paints, brushes, pencil shavings, and glitter. Oh, the glitter. I had a feeling I was going to be covered in it every day for the next three months. Teenage girls loved their glitter. I pushed open the door, seeing the mess that last year's Fine Arts counselors had left for me. Oh goody. A day of cleaning.

I figured I would get a head start on the cleaning before my partner showed up. Looking around the room, I didn't even know where to start. It was an absolute pigsty. Holed up in the back corner of the room, I saw a dusty old radio. Some music was definitely needed if I was actually going to get anything done. I quickly made my way over to the old thing (seriously, it had a dial and an antenna. When was it made, 1982?) and attempted to find some music. I hummed with happiness as I found the local classic rock station and sang along as I began to clean.

"I work hard every day of my life, I work 'til I ache in my bones

At the end of the day I take home my hard earned pay on my own

I get down on my knees, and I start to pray 'til the tears run down from my eyes

Lord, somebody—oo, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to love…"

My voice carried on with the last phrase, sending it soaring into the little room. It felt so good to just belt and let go—sing my stress away, if you will. After that particular verse, my vocal chords were pretty tapped out, so I brought my voice down to a low hum as I raised the heavy, darkened windows to let some fresh air in.

I choked and stuttered slightly as my eyes met Edward's. He was standing right outside the shack, which was, of course, right behind the Fine Arts room, maybe twelve feet away. How could I have forgotten that? His dark, soulful eyes widened as he walked quickly towards my window.

"LB?" He sounded completely shocked. I sighed heavily before lifting the window all the way up, revealing my face.

"Hey." I smiled shyly, my nerves settling somewhere deep in my stomach. I never let anyone hear me sing. Well, Alice a few times, but other than that—no one.

"Was that you singing to Queen?" His hand tugged at his hair as I nodded and bit my lip, trying to force the nerves out of my body. "Wow. I had no idea you could sing like that." He smiled crookedly, charm oozing out of his every pore.

"Sing like what?" I laughed.

"Like…that!" He flailed his arm up in my direction. I rolled my eyes at his overzealous enthusiasm. Sometimes he looked at me like I was his child, and this was one of those moments. It was incredibly unsettling for my stomach, which just wanted him to look at me as something other than a kid for once in my life.

"You're being ridiculous, Edward." I shook my head.

"Hey, Bella!" I heard Seth call out from the front steps of the shack as he waved to us wildly. Edward's whole body slumped, and I couldn't help but let out a short laugh.

"Hi, Seth!" I called out in sing-song, causing Edward to narrow his eyes and glare at me. "Go," I laughed, shooing him away with my hand. "You have an assistant to train." He groaned loudly, obviously unhappy about the predicament, which selfishly made me feel a whole lot better about the situation.

"Fine. But know that I'm not done talking about this with you, LB. You're going to audition for the counselor musical with me whether you want to or not, and I'm telling Maria to give you a big part."

"No—" I tried to interrupt him, but he covered his ears as he jogged back to the shack to unlock it for Seth. I smirked at the fact that I still knew the code. In fact, I was the only camper to ever know the code, just in case I needed to work on a project without Edward there. And for Alice and me to sneak in late at night to watch DVDs, but that was our little secret. Well, kind of.

FLASHBACK

I shifted again, completely uncomfortable in the cramped video shack as Alice turned on my latest discovery from Edward's DVD collection, Two Moon Junction.

"I can't believe Edward gave you the combination to the shack," Alice laughed, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she started to read through the back of the DVD case. "A young, Southern débutante temporarily abandons her posh lifestyle and upcoming semi-arranged marriage to have a lustful and erotic fling with a rugged drifter who works at a local carnival? Bella, are we watching Edward's porn stash?" Alice's eyes widened with each suggestive word as they fell off her tongue.

"It's not real porn…only kind of." I blushed.

"How do you have 'kind of' porn? That seems like it's not a real statement to me. It's either hard-core porn, soft-core porn, or not porn at all." Alice tapped her toe at me impatiently. I just rolled my eyes.

"Okay, so…it's soft-core porn, and I was curious." I stuck out my tongue as Alice started giggling uncontrollably, clutching at her stomach as she fell back onto the hard wooden bench with me.

"Oh, that's rich. We're watching Edward's porn? What if he finds us?"

"He's on a date tonight," I grumbled. I had heard from Emmett that Edward was taking Jess, the dance counselor, out tonight. Edward never told me about any of his female conquests, but it was common knowledge amongst counselors and campers alike that he had a different girlfriend each summer. Thanks to Emmett, I got the inside scoop on a weekly basis.

"Fine, let's do it." Alice leaned her head on my knee, curling up on the bench to settle in and watch the movie. After about forty-five minutes, Alice and I had become, um, rather heated and needed to switch positions, but there really wasn't much of a place for us to go.

"How about we move the bench so it's on a diagonal towards the screen?" Alice suggested. "We could lean up against the side walls, then." I agreed as we both got up to start moving the bench. We didn't get very far. Suddenly, we were completely trapped and unable to move the bench into the position we wanted it to go.

"Well, that's a bust," I sighed, my disappointed tone only interspersed with the breathy moaning on the screen behind us.

"No, it's not! Bella, get on the bench, one leg on either side." I followed Alice's instructions. She quickly climbed on my lap, her legs straddling me and her arms wrapped around my neck.

"What the fuck, Alice?" I gaped.

"Okay, now rock the bench towards the left." I complied, despite the fact that my best friend was now incredibly close to my turned-on crotch. It didn't matter, though, because Alice's plan was working. The bench was moving quickly into the position we wanted it to be with very little trouble.

Suddenly, the door was wrenched open, and I heard the telltale gasp of my favorite male counselor. I looked over my shoulder to see the very shocked face of Edward, whose eyes were darting between our intertwined bodies on the bench and the intertwined bodies on the TV screen behind us.

"I, uh…didn't think, uh…in here…" he stuttered.

"I thought you were on a date tonight," I began quickly, realizing the compromising position Alice and I looked like we were in.

"I was, but then she…" Edward shook his head, his eyes still wide.

"Sorry, Edward," Alice said as she pushed herself off my lap, unwinding her legs from my waist and settling on the bench. "We didn't think that you'd come here, and we just wanted to get out of the bunk and not deal with other people's drama for a little bit."

"Uh, do you do this often?"

"Come to the shack when you're not here?" He nodded. "This is only like our third time at night, but—" He cut me off, placing a finger over my lips.

"I didn't hear that," he whispered seriously, shaking his head from side to side.

"But we—" Edward shook his head more forcefully before placing his hands over his ears.

"Don't forget to lock up when you're done," he said, a sly smile finally overtaking his face. It was his trademark move. If he didn't want to hear something or acknowledge it, he put his hands over his ears and yelled, which was fairly immature if I really thought about it. But it often got me what I wanted, too, so I rarely complained.

"I can't hear you," he shouted loudly, his hands still cupped over his ears. "Get back to work, Swan."

"I'm not doing it, Cullen!" I stuck out my tongue, letting instinct take over, despite the fact that he wasn't looking at me anymore. This was not me getting what I wanted.

The counselor musical was a huge deal at Long Lake Camp. It was one of the few secrets kept all summer. Truthfully, it was probably the only secret kept all summer. Rehearsals were always after Taps, so campers were already in bed and couldn't overhear them, and it was always on the last Friday of camp—the big reveal, if you will. As a camper, there was nothing better than seeing your favorite counselors make complete fools out of themselves, but they didn't really care because they were doing it only for your entertainment. In fact, the moment I'd known I was in love with Edward was after watching him play Captain Von Trapp in The Sound of Music. And then again as the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz and Rooster in Annie. Sigh. He couldn't really sing all that well, but he had such an undeniable stage presence about him that it didn't really matter.

I knew I should probably give up the fight. Edward would most likely get his way and I would audition for the stupid musical, whatever it was this summer, but I refused to get a main part. I would leave that to someone who actually wanted it.

Lost in thought, I didn't even hear the footsteps until they were right behind me.

"So, what's the deal with you and Edward?" I jumped and spun around to face a sly-looking blond cutie, the origin of the slight southern voice that had interrupted me.

Although he wasn't really my type, I couldn't help but admire how adorable he was. He had this almost honey-colored wavy hair, which could be described as shaggy at best. He looked like that frat boy that always thought he was too cool to join in the first place—the one who sat in a corner smoking and laughing while drunken sorority girls made asses of themselves around him. Not to mention that his lean, lanky build and ridiculous height only added to reinforce that. Then, I remembered that he had asked me a question, but I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was. I stood there, gaping at him, hoping that he would repeat himself. God knew I looked like enough of an ass already.

"Uh, sorry," he backtracked. "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that he took awful good care of you last night, even put you in his bed, while he most likely got a crick in his neck from sleeping in the shack, so I was curious…"

I'm sorry, come again?

"I…did you just say that he slept in the shack?" The blond nodded, sticking his hands in his jean pockets uncomfortably hard. The knot in my stomach uncurled, leaving me breathing easier already. He hadn't been with anyone else. He just hadn't been able to sleep in his own bed…because he'd given it up for me. Tucking away that piece of information for later, I looked back into the curious blue eyes in front of me. "Wow."

We stood there awkwardly for another second before my best friend came to the rescue. Alice skipped into the Fine Arts room, iPod and connector in hand, heading straight towards the ancient stereo.

"Oh, yay! You guys have already met. I'm so excited that my new best friend is working all summer with my old one," she rambled as she fidgeted with her iPod.

"Uh, actually, we haven't…sorry." He blushed. Oh. A boy who blushes. That's just too precious for words. "I'm Jasper Whitlock." He stuck out his hand for me to shake before finally breaking into a gorgeous smile. "The only reason I know who you are is because Alice won't shut the hell up about you. Which brings me back to my original question…you and Edward?" He trailed off, taking a seat behind where Alice stood, still engrossed with her iPod.

"I…um…Alice? Don't you have your own lessons to plan?" I was so confused. When had Alice met this kid, and how were they already best friends? Is this who she had been with all morning?

"Of course I do," she said as she held up the iPod. Right. Alice's idea of planning classes just entailed picking songs for warming up and going across the floor. "But we need to seriously catch up. And now that you're finally alive, I figured that I could crash your lesson planning. Jasper already gave me the go ahead. Now, LB, you go ahead." She giggled at her own play on words.

I sighed. I was going to tell Alice everything anyway, so it wasn't like putting it off was going to accomplish anything except make her more anxious and probably more annoying. "Fine," I gave in, sitting across the table from the two of them, looking as eager as kids in a candy store, their matching blue eyes waiting with anticipation. "But you have to keep your voices down because the shack is right behind this room. I totally forgot—"

"By the way," Jasper interrupted, "I'm Edward's roommate. I feel like I should tell you that up front."

"Oh, okay," I laughed. "Good to know. Hopefully we'll be seeing lots of each other this summer." I didn't know what to think of that admission, but I was sure it'd come in handy later on. "Okay, Alice…what do you want to know?"

"Everything!" she gushed. "You guys looked so cute when I handed off your drink, and then I heard this morning that you hooked up with Emmett?"

"What?" I screamed. "I did not hook up with Emmett! Who told you that?"

Jasper's eyes went back and forth across the table, watching our catch-up session. Alice and I were definitely gossip queens, and anyone who knew us quickly became accustomed to our way of interrupting one another—for clarification purposes, of course.

"Whoa, okay, um, I just assumed, I guess. This morning Edward was all pissy, glaring daggers at Emmett. Plus, he gave you his clothing to wear today. I just thought that it was like his inadvertent way of reclaiming you as his." Alice paused thoughtfully for a second. "Oh, yes…this is definitely the right tempo for dégagés," she mumbled, writing frantically on the piece of loose leaf in front of her.

I had to pause and think for a second to process everything Alice had just said. Edward had woken up this morning and been pissed at Emmett. Then, Edward had gone to wake me up and put me in his clothing. And somewhere between those two actions, Alice had deduced that Emmett and I had hooked up? That seemed ludicrous to me. What the hell was I not getting?

"Well, we didn't. I mean, we almost did. Emmett and I kind of went shot for shot, playing 'See You At The Bottom' with beer for 'breaks' in between. That was one of our less brilliant ideas. Anyway, we were dancing, and I was just staring at Edward all night and he looked so good…and...ugh! Gross. I would never hook up with Emmett. Never! Especially not in front of Edward!" I whisper-yelled, Jasper's smile growing with each one of my words.

"Then why do you look like it's the end of the world?"

"I just hate this. This whole situation blows. I wanted Edward to see me for the first time in two years as an adult—a real friend—not just a student or camper. But I totally fucked everything up because I got too drunk, so Edward had to put me to bed. I can't remember that much, but what I do remember is him talking to me like I was a child. Seriously. More than a child. Like…his own child. Like he was disappointed in me. It totally sucked. This morning, I was just waiting for a lecture about drinking responsibly, you know? That's the kind of attitude he had. And now I just feel like an idiot. And he just overheard me singing, and he's going to make me try out for the counselor musical, and I'm going to shoot myself. Oh, and on top of it, Jake wants me to get it on with his cousin. Awesome, right?" Man, it felt fucking fantastic to get that all out there. It looked like Jasper and I weren't going to be having many secrets from one another this summer. Hopefully he was okay with that. Nervously, I looked to see his reaction.

Jasper's mouth dropped open. He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, looking like was trying to figure me out. "Huh," was all he said. I looked to Alice, whose lips were turned up into a devilish smile.

"Huh? That's all you guys have for me? Huh?" I could feel my voice getting louder with each word, anger bubbling up and spilling forth. I had just bared my soul to them, and all I got in response was a smile and a "huh?" I don't think so.

"Can I ask what LB means? I noticed that you introduce yourself as Bella, but everyone else calls you LB. I was just curious."

"It stands for 'Little Bella.' Emmett came up with it the first day he met me, and it's never really left, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd call me Bella. Please."

Jasper's fingers twitched on the table, like he wanted to reach out and do something, but he restrained himself. "Bella," he emphasized the name I requested he use "—I think I'm going to be seeing lots of you." He laughed.

"And why do you say that?" I was honestly curious. I had never really heard an outsider's opinion on my whole love of Edward. Emmett and Alice ridiculed me for it daily with every summer, but I kept it pretty far under wraps during the school year. It had always been acknowledged as such a ridiculous, fluffy crush that I couldn't bear myself to focus on him outside our summers together. None of my friends at home had even heard me mention Edward's name for fear of bringing more mocking upon myself.

"You obviously want Edward," Jasper chuckled. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"So astute." I smirked. "Since I was thirteen."

"How old was he when he met you?"

"Twenty, I think…" I racked my brain, trying to think of how old that made him now.

Jasper shook his head slightly, smirking. I was already not a fan of that expression, and I could tell it was one he wore often. "Okay, so, why are you confused that he treats you like a child? To him, you are a child."

"But Emmett doesn't treat me like a child," I argued.

"When did Emmett meet you?"

"When I was eight and he was eighteen," I answered, not letting him continue his incessant questioning. It was getting me nowhere. Jasper shrugged, laying his hands out like Vanna White, as if the answer were right in front of me. I was completely lost.

"Am I completely retarded? I don't get what that has to do with anything…"

"Emmett's known you twice as long as Edward has," Jasper said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything.

"So?" Alice spoke up. Thank you, best friend. I'd been wondering when she was going to come out of her dance-class playlist trance and help me out. "I've known them for the exact same amount of time as Bella, and I get treated like a normal person. In fact, didn't you tell me last night that it was Edward who told you about me in the first place? I don't see how this is any different."

"Edward pimped you out?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. That was just completely unfair.

"I'm twenty-two, not twenty-five or twenty-eight…plus, you were never my camper. It's totally different. Plus, we're only friends anyway. Right, Alice?" Jasper attempted to justify Edward's actions. As if any of that really made a difference.

"I hate boys," I decided. My head hurt from trying to wrap my brain around everything Jasper had just tried to tell me. Alice agreed wholeheartedly before Jasper punched her lightly in the arm. They were already adorable together. This summer was going to be torturous if Alice already had a boyfriend the second day of camp. Didn't she know she was my backup—my rock? I needed her. "And I'm not auditioning for the musical," I added as an afterthought.

"Yes you are." She winked. I grumbled with frustration as Jasper intervened, suggesting we get to work on our lessons.

We made our way to planning lessons pretty quickly. Jasper had been a TA for an introductory Fine Arts class at the University of Tennessee, where he'd just graduated from (hence the mild accent), so he was able to come up with lessons easily. Plus, being an art teacher wasn't one of the more challenging positions on the staff. I could work indoors (aka out of the sun) and listen to music while I worked. Not too shabby.

Jasper, Alice, and I were just wrapping up when I heard a loud thump of something being dropped on the bench beside me. I looked over to see the knee high sneakers that I'd left in his bunk earlier this morning just before I felt his hands press on my shoulders. I had to use every ounce of control in my body not to gasp at the feel of his touch.

I had heard of "the spark" before—that elusive, electric pulse that signaled feelings of something more. In my eighteen years of life and five years of more than platonic relations with boys, I had never felt the spark. Not with Edward, not with anyone. I thought it was one of those mythical things that everyone talked about but that didn't actually exist…like the G-spot or Tupac's death or universal healthcare or vampires…but now I knew. I could feel the electric pulse flowing from my shoulders where his hands were placed all the way down to my fingertips. Without my consent, my hands moved towards his.

Jasper's lips curled upwards as he noticed my hands beginning their ascent to clasp themselves with Edward's. The spark only intensified, throwing me off for a second before I leaned my head against his chest to look up into his beautiful eyes, which were already gazing down at me.

"What's up?" I managed to squeak out as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I—" he began, and then I spaced out. I completely failed to listen to anything he was saying as my hands fell back into my lap and he applied gentle pressure to the muscles of my shoulders. I let my head fall forward, making eye contact with Alice quickly before bringing my gaze down to my lap.

He continued to talk while I focused on the heat rushing through and enveloping my body as he continued to massage my neck, moving his hands from over the plush fabric of the hoodie to come into contact with my thin t-shirt. I had to focus all of my efforts on breathing when his chin came forward to rest on the top of my head, his lips not even centimeters away from me. I noticed somewhere in the distance that he had stopped talking and was probably waiting for a response from me. Panicked, I made eye contact with Jasper, who nodded a "yes" ever so slightly before smiling back at Alice.

"Sure." I shrugged, completely unaware of what I was agreeing to.

"Great!" Edward smiled, leaning even further onto my shoulders. It felt like heaven. "You can just give me back my hoodie then—or you could keep it." My heart fluttered. "Red looks good on you, LB." Chills ran down my body as I felt his lips press against my hair. With that he was gone.

"Wh-what did I just agree to?" I whispered to Jasper. His eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement.

"Movie night at Bunk Seven tonight. Your choice, apparently." Jasper's smile widened as my stomach dropped. Edward wanted me to pick out a movie for us to watch tonight? As a movie buff who wanted nothing more than to impress/seduce another movie buff…that was more than a little bit of pressure. My jaw dropped slightly, my lips parting with the intensity of the possibilities for that evening. "And Bella?" Jasper turned around slightly in the doorway, Alice's hand in his. I still sat on the bench, stunned. "I'm not a hundred percent convinced that he sees you as a child. Don't panic just yet. See you in a few hours." Jasper smiled as he waved goodbye, leaving me alone with only my lascivious plans for the night floating around in my head.

Chapter End Notes:

Go forth and review, my pretties – otherwise I'll be forced to send Edward in to interrupt your soft-core porn watching. Wait, that probably wouldn't be so bad if he wanted to get involved. On that note—oh hey, Edward, um, yeah…I have to go.

Until next week.

xo,

Charlotte