Chapter 4: We're Going Down

He returned to his classroom. Thankfully he did not stir any suspicion from the teacher, despite that his cheeks were slightly flushed. A couple of students turned their heads and looked at him as if they had discovered an alien. This look had always bothered Haru. It always happened whenever someone was late, getting up to go to the infirmary or coming from the toilet. Once they went through that door, people would undoubtedly turn their heads as if seeing a person for the first time. It never failed. Still, he simply ignored them, no one seemed to notice the persistent flush of his cheeks.

Thankfully, they couldn't hear his pounding heart in his chest, or the faint shortness of his breath as he was finally able to stabilize it. But the memory lingered.

Without any word from him, he took his seat next to Makoto, not looking at him or at anyone else. Not even the window. He simply stared at a blank point in his desk, the memory playing out over and over in his head like a movie. But more than that, the lingering sensation pestered him. It remained plastered on his fingers which had entangled his, on the tip of his nose that had collided with his, his lips which has been moistened by his. It was all his. In the literal sense, their DNA was mixed together at this moment in time on their lips. However, that was nothing compared to the powerful aura that had emanated from Rin at that time. It was a unique aura. An aura that left him feeling weak in its purest form. An aura that made him feel a strange high, as if he were drifting in the blue sky.

That aura must have seeped through his pores because he was feeling strange.

For starters, that strange ecstasy clouded his mind. If he couldn't concentrate in class before, then he could concentrate even less now. His memory played and played the scene and transmitted all these emotions throughout his body. He felt flustered and fidgety. He couldn't stop moving! Much worse that was the tingling sensation he felt on every muscle. His arms, his fingers, his toes his legs...his crotch. He closed his legs tightly, the sensation most prominent in that area. Haru felt the embarrassment rise to his cheeks. He couldn't possibly get any redder if that was even possible for him.

No way, he thought bitterly, I'm acting like an innocent maiden. Annoyed with himself, he closed his eyes and frowned almost forgetting he was still in class. But soon enough, he regained his composure, but the tingling sensation was far from being gone. He hoped no one would notice and decided to distract himself by looking outside the window for a change.

But his composure could not fool Makoto so easily. He ought to have known.

Makoto watched him from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be the only one to notice the strange flush in Haru's cheeks. Or the subtle fidgety behavior he was doing. And the fascinating spaced-out look he had on his face. It was quite something, Makoto felt. Why was he acting like this?

As Haru stared outside his window, Makoto whispered, "Haru, why is your face so red?"

Upon saying this, Haru nearly jumped on the spot. He had ceased all movement from his legs which had been shaking a lot more than he typically moved. It was a sight that Makoto was not used to seeing. In fact, he had never seen Haru jump like that. After all, he was not particularly energetic like Rin or Nagisa. Even in their elementary years, he had always been the kind of boy that remained still in his seat, whether he paid attention or not. He would never fidget or make unnecessary movements. This new behavior only fed more of Makoto's suspicions.

It took Haru a moment but finally ceasing all movement, he said coolly enough, "It's nothing. It just feels hot today."

Makoto had to agree. The weather nowadays was pretty hot. But was that really a reason to jump like that? He wondered, not understanding what in the world was going on.


A few days later…


"Oi, Haru!" Rin called out, "help me hook up the NES, we're playing Mario!"

Haru stare at him blankly. "We both know that you always lose in that game! You're just gonna complain about it later!"

"Tsk! Shut it, princess Toadstool!" Rin retorted, "I've changed! Plus, today feels like the day. Just watch! Lady luck is on my side tonight, I can feel it in my bones."

Haru was not impressed at all. He was merely impressed by the fact that his cheesy speech was more passionate than usual. In fact, it almost sounded as if he really could do it this time. He decided to give it a try. Not that he had a choice anyway.

Moments later, however.

"What the hell?!" Rin cried irately, "You're kidding me right? It was only the first level!" He almost threw the controller at the television.

If Haru had any doubts before, now he didn't. Rin truly sucked at playing the classic Mario. No matter what enticing speech he gave, the truth was he was not good at this. And to think that he had actually gotten better like he said. Not commenting on his awful loss, Haru picked up his controller. It was his turn.

Playing as Luigi, Haru did not blink as he gracefully guided the green character toward victory, avoiding and killing any enemies, finding the hidden mushrooms and gold star with expertise. He jumped over every abyss without falling. Finally, after reaching the top of the pyramid, he jumped at the precise moment, landing at the top of the flagpole and earning himself an extra life. He finally blinked when the character stepped inside the castle, followed by crudely animated fireworks.

Pleased with himself, he looked at Rin.

His soul had practically left him. It was a sad sight. But he couldn't blame him for feeling that way. There was just something about the classic Mario; it seemed to have favorites. there were people who could pass each level like it was a walk in the park. Then there were those who landed next to the goomba rather than on top of it. Like Rin.

"Screw this!" Rin retorted bitterly, "It's hot in here Haru! I'm turning on the fan."

Haru felt a small chuckle escaped his lips. He quickly covered his mouth. But Rin had not noticed. He looked at the time. It was almost 12 o'clock. Haru wasn't particularly sleepy, but he began to set up the futons. "Oi," he said, "I'm setting up the futons. "

Once they set up an extra futon for rin, both sat down and Rin read some comics while Haru drew. They were quiet for a while. And yet, Haru suddenly felt like talking.

"Hey, why did you suddenly wanted to hang out during a school night? " He asked.

Rin replied, "What? You don't want my company or something? That's strange since I heard that I'm pretty good company." He laughed at his own compliment, flipping the pages of the comic book.

"Tsk," Haru replied, annoyed that he wasn't taking him seriously.

Catching this, Rin put down the book. "Gou went on a sleepover with her friends," he said, "My folks haven't been getting along recently, so I just took the chance and asked for permission and they were cool with it." He flashed a grin at him.

So that's how it was. Haru didn't say anything afterward. He wasn't sure why he had asked to begin with. Quickening the speed of his drawing, he felt blood rush to his face. He didn't know if it was the heat of summer or just a natural tendency nowadays.

"Oi, Haru," Rin said suddenly, sitting cross-legged, "You're not...bothered that I'm here right? Since I just crashed at your place out of the blue…." He trailed off. It was very unlike him. He rarely left his thoughts hanging in the air like that. Haru wondered if he had come off as accusing.

"Not really," Haru replied, not picking up his pencil from the paper. "I don't mind it at all."

Not looking up from his drawing, Haru did not notice Rin watching him closely.

He did not see him notice every detail about him. From his slouching posture to his slender fingers holding the pencil. The way his fingers moved so firmly yet skillfully, like a dancer with her graceful and timed movements. The intense focus of his gaze. The sweat running down his temple (despite that the fan was on) and some more of it running down his neck and onto his prominent clavicle. The way his small Adam's apple would subtly stick out when he gulped his own saliva.

Without making much movement or noise, Rin crawled onto Haru's futon. Haru didn't seem shocked, but he stopped drawing for a second. "What?" He asked a little more brusquely than he had intended.

Haru looked at him firmly, his blue eyes flashing expectantly. But Rin seemed almost overpowered by his intensity. Building his courage, Rin tentatively grabbed his face and brought it closer to his. He was very hesitant, but Haru wasn't resisting his touch. He looked into his eyes. If anything, they were brighter than before. He truly had no intention of resisting, did he? That made him feel relieved.

His courage building up, he began to kiss Haru in the usual manner. Their lips lightly brushed and gradually pressed together, the friction increasing. But they didn't mind, this friction felt very good to them. Normally when they kissed, they usually simply pressed their lips together and moved them little by little, both too hesitant to do anything more than that. Sometimes, their lips would moisten with a little bit of drool or sweat from the heat of summer. It was such a sweet sensation. Haru never thought he could feel this good kissing another boy. Oftentimes he wondered how different it would be if he kissed a girl. But the truth was, nothing made him feel as ecstatic than kissing the boy in front of him. How strange. But something felt kiss felt a little more impatient than the other times he had kissed Rin.

And suddenly, the red-haired boy caught hold of his shirt and pulled him closer, their teeth knocking against each other. Haru's body tensed, unsure of what was going on. Nevertheless he held him with an iron grip. Normally, they gradually intensified their kisses. But today Rin didn't feel like it as he put more force into the kiss than he usually did.

"Mn..." Haru heard something like a small moan escape his from own lips. This was new. And it was embarrassing.

Moving his face to get a better angle, Rin tentatively stuck his tongue inside his mouth. But before he could feel the membrane of the other boy's tongue, Haru pulled away, completely taken aback by the behavior. He looked at him with a surprised expression.

"What the heck are you doing?!" Haru demanded, his eyebrows forming a combined expression of both embarrassment and anger.

He grinned at him. "That was a French kiss. I looked it up online! It seemed kind of fun."

"You idiot!" Haru cried out, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Hey, cut me some slack! You're really slow, you know!" Rin replied indignantly.

"Tsk!" Haru was blushing so hard that his hand shook as he picked up his drawing pad and tried to continue where he left off. "You're weird," Haru said.

Rin simply laughed, "But it was fun wasn't it? Can't we keep doing it?"

Frankly, Haru didn't really want to. He felt uncomfortable, as if they were crossing a line they shouldn't cross. Before, it was alright because they were simply pressing their lips together. There wasn't much harm in that. But now they were gradually stepping into some uncharted territory that both knew existed but just didn't dare approach it. If Haru allowed him to continue, how far would their actions take them? Were they so deep in this thing already that they had no choice but to keep going? Maybe there simply was no going back anymore. As Haru knew, he was the one who had crossed that line and had brought Rin with him. He couldn't back out of this now.

Haru stopped drawing and his lips began to quiver. He dropped his sketch pad and his pencil as Rin leaned in toward his face and dove right onto the kiss, not bothering for a response. He knew he wanted to be kissed, no matter the method. That was undeniable at this point.

Haru allowed himself to continue to kiss him. Rin wasn't gripping his shirt this time, but his aura was overwhelming that it literally drove his body backward. When he felt the membrane of the other boy's tongue slowly creep into his own mouth, he tentatively let him in. He may have been hesitant, but nevertheless he let him in. And still he admitted that he was afraid. What were they doing? The kiss became slower because they had never done this before. But they felt the soft membrane of each other's tongues and gradually intensified the kiss. Some drool ran down the gaps of their mouths. However, they didn't stop. Rin wrapped his arms around Haru and Haru was trapped in his embrace. Feeling lightheaded, he lied down bringing Rin with him.

Despite the passionate make out session, Haru felt strange lying down like this with Rin on top. He did not dislike it but he felt embarrassed. A part of him did not want him to stop. They were still in middle school yet here they were doing crazy things, haru thought. He suddenly thought about sex-ed class where he'd been told countless times by his sensei to not have sex as it was dangerous. Why am I thinking about this?!

"...r-rin...st...p..." Haru managed to gasp, "what are y...?"

But Rin kept blocking out his voice with his tongue. When the lack of breath became too much for both of them, Rin finally broke the kiss, a thread of saliva following until it broke.

"...hah...hah..." Haru gasped for breath. So was Rin. "What was that?" Haru asked indignantly but mostly embarrassed.

Still gasping for breath, Rin managed a smile. "I don't know, but that was AWESOME! Let's do it again!"

"No way!" Haru objected with the same look of embarrassment and anger, pushing him off and sitting up before he tried anything.

"Aww, come ON!"

"I said no! Idiot!" They argued for a while. Eventually, Haru had his way and both went to sleep as they had school tomorrow.

Sometime in the night Haru woke up, feeling very warm. A little too warm. He knew summer was pretty hot but he had never felt this hot. He decided to get up and turn on the fan even higher, but as he looked beside him, he understood why it was hot.

He noticed that Rin's arms were wrapped around him, his face rested on his shoulder. He was asleep. Half of Rin's body was sprawled over his futon, but the other half was resting on Haru's futon. He wondered if Rin slept like this all the time and looked at his face, and it was peaceful. It was very different from the face he was used to. Nonetheless, he liked this face a lot. Not wanting to disturb it, he decided to endure the extra warmth, not seeming bothersome now for some reason.

Before drifting back to sleep, a prominent scent got caught in Haru's nose. He took a whiff of Rin's hair.

It smells like chlorine.


Some weeks later


Makoto sighed a little more deeply than usual and looked at the sky. It was clear and blue with no trace of clouds. He felt a faint chill on his bare arms and neck. He shuddered. Fall came here much faster than he had anticipated. The end of the year was coming much faster than he wanted it to. He sighed again. Why he was sighing like that, he wasn't sure himself. Normally if he ever sighed, it was either because he had forgotten something and was frustrated with himself, or Haru had woken up late. Haru. He felt a small pain build up in his chest. When was the last time they had walked together anywhere anymore?

As if he had a built in radar, Nagisa, who was eating some yakisoba bread, spoke up in concern, "What's wrong, Mako-chan? You look pensive today."

Makoto wasn't sure how to respond to that. Even he didn't know what was wrong with him. If he didn't know, how was he supposed to explain it to another person. "It's nothing in particular," he said instead.

Yet he felt one thought convulsing in his throat, as if he really wanted to say this particular thought but held himself back. It was almost painful trying to hold back that thought. Why was he holding back anyway? He wondered. Finally, he gave in to his impulses and stated with the most controlled voice he could muster, "Haru didn't walk with me to school again."

"I see," Nagisa said, and continued eating his bread, "That's awfully strange, you always walk together."

"I know. Maybe he's been busy nowadays."

"Haru-chan? Busy?" Nagisa asked bewildered. There was no sarcasm or any sign that he was trying to make fun of him. Yet the way he stated that made it seem as if the association between those two words were foreign at best. Impossible at worst.

But somehow Makoto could not disagree with him. Even when he put the words "Haru" and "busy" in the same sentence, it sounded a bit odd. Not that Haru was a lazy boy (as far as he knew), but he picturing him being engrossed in anything else other than swimming was a little difficult. He was not particularly into academics. He was a great artist, but wasn't serious about it. Just thinking about it made Makoto wonder.

What does Haru care about? If he doesn't really care much about anything, does that also include the people in his life? ….even me? He shook off the thought. How silly of him. That was ludicrous! They were friends! There's no way Haru wouldn't feel at least something for him….right? The doubts only kept building up. He changed the topic for the better.

Taking a bite of an egg omelet, he remarked, "You know, Nagisa-chan, I tried texting you the other day so we could hang out, but your phone was off. Was your service disconnected?"

At that, Nagisa stopped eating. In fact, he had ceased all movement for a brief moment. Then he replied, "Oh, I'm sorry! My phone ran out of battery and I forgot to charge it. It's an old model, so it tends to run out of juice fast." He laughed nervously.

Makoto watched him confused. Why was he so nervous? His phone had ran out of battery, so what was there to be nervous about? Nagisa-chan must be very dedicated to his friends if he feels that bad about missing my text...he thought.

Changing the topic again, he stated with a little melancholy, "You know, the semester is almost over. Next thing you know, Haru and I will be graduating next semester. What will you do, Nagisa-chan? Won't you be alone?"

Nagisa smiled. "Not at all," he said, "Sure, I won't see you guys in school, but we can work something out. That's my specialty at least!"

Makoto wasn't convinced.

Nagisa continued, "I might feel a little lonely, but I know that it won't last very long. I'll be looking forward to the day we will all reunite. Haru-chan, Mako-chan, Rin-chan. I'll be waiting to meet all of you in high school."

"So, you're planning to come to Iwatobi High school with us?" Makoto was happy.

Nagisa responds, "Yup! Wherever you guys are going, I'm going. Wait, now that I mention it, where's Haru-chan and Rin-Rin?"

Makoto looked around, but both were nowhere to be seen. How long did it take to buy food?

Nagisa wondered the same and commented, "Those two have been going missing a lot." Makoto agreed. Both ate in silence after that. He wasn't sure could interpret it this way, but...had Nagisa been suggesting something just now?


This was embarrassing. Haru could not relax in this atmosphere. They could be caught at any moment! And yet Rin didn't seem to be the least bit concerned about it. Even more embarrassing was this position.

Haru sat on a desk and leaned against the wall. He refused to straddle his legs around Rin's waist so he wouldn't feel like a girl. He had seen many girls in that position who kissed their boyfriends. Their legs were wrapped around their boyfriend's waist and their arms around their necks. Middle school girls were strange nowadays. High schoolers even more so. Despite his refusal to wrap his legs around him, he had no idea where to put his arms. They ended up around Rin's neck. Rin was standing, kissing him very passionately and digging his fingers around his hair, disheveling it. Still, Haru really liked the sensation of his slender fingers grabbing and tousling his hair. Perhaps he also didn't know where to put his hands and found the touch of his hair fascinating. At least that was what Haru thought.

Their lips moved so naturally that Haru wondered how they had been so bad in the beginning. He could still remember it. Their kisses had evolutioned from a firm pressing of the lips to teeth knocking against each other to pressing their mouths deeply together and feeling each other's tongue. Haru didn't quite feel proud of this behavior which confused him more and more, but if anything remained out of all that was the undeniable sensation of blissfulness. And the lingering sense of rightness. Everything he did with Rin felt natural, including hiding in this empty classroom like a pair of criminals. No matter how much his logic told him that they could be caught at any moment, it wasn't strong enough to abolish that strong sensation of rightness. That rightness. It would be the death of him. And even then, it would still feel right!

Haru was confused by all this, but that was the best way he could put it in his mind. Was this love or lust? Or both? He wasn't sure. The love his parents felt for each other couldn't possibly apply to their strange relationship, could it?

"Hn...ungh…." A sigh escaped from his lips. His thoughts became muddled as Rin kissed him powerfully. That permeating masculine aura overwhelming his senses.

Once in a while, Rin stuck his tongue inside his mouth. Haru let him in, not resisting in any manner. It had taken a lot of work, but now they were so good at it that they practically had no shame left. Haru still didn't quite understand the point of this, all he knew was that he really liked it, despite that he had been against it for a while. Maybe it was for the sake of feeling closer to each other. He didn't get it. But Rin had gradually burst his bubble and implemented this every time they kissed. And now he was used to it, even liked it. But they never did more than that. Even Rin was very hesitant about doing that. Without saying anything to each other, they both knew that they were both afraid. It was a line neither dared cross despite all the other taboos they had broken already.

Bringing himself back to reality, Haru felt lightheaded. He couldn't breathe; he briefly lost his sense of balance even though he was sitting. Ugh! I can't be that weak! He argued bitterly in his mind.

"...R-Rin...can't...brea-mn!" His voice was a little high pitched. When he finally got the chance to say something, Rin always interrupted him. "Oi!" Haru said annoyed, Rin finally stopped but laughed. Both breathed heavily for a while.

"Okay, my bad," Rin said, not sounding sorry at all, "I forgot it was too much for you." He smirked at him teasingly.

Chest heaving and short of breath, Haru narrowed his eyes, knowing what he was trying to provoke him but didn't fall for it. He'd never succeeded in the past, and even now he still wouldn't succeed. Rin caught on quickly, but never stopped grinning. He finally removed his hands from his hair and sat next to him, chest heaving as well. Haru made room for him. They didn't speak for a while, until Rin chuckled a little.

"What?" Haru asked.

"I feel kind of bad now, we left Makoto and Nagisa by themselves."

Now that he thought about it, Haru realized that time had passed very quickly. Lunch was almost over. Yet mere moments ago, he had been in that world of timelessness. A tinge of guilt arose in him. He had completely forgotten about them too.

"Nanase," Rin suddenly said, sounding more serious than usual, "Have you thought about what high school you're going to?"

Haru didn't think about it and said, "Nagisa, Makoto and I are going to Iwatobi." Of course, Nagisa would take another year, but nothing would change that boy's mind once it was set.

Rin said nothing. His silence made Haru feel concerned. Why wasn't he saying anything? Did he plan on going anywhere else? Wasn't he also going there? Isn't he staying with me? At the last question, he mildly blushed.

"I'm going to a different school."

At that, Haru looked up. He felt his heart stop. Why?

"Where are you going?" Haru asked tentatively.

Rin said nonchalantly, "Dunno yet. I heard Seirin has a good swim team."

So he didn't even know. Somehow the notion made Haru feel hurt. Not only did he not know, he wasn't even contemplating on going with him to Iwatobi. He felt a small pang on his chest.

"It's up to you," Haru said keeping his cool, despite this hurt feeling.

"Yeah," Rin agreed with a grin. He subtly wrapped his hand around Haru's hand and the feel of his warm hand in the chilly classroom made his heart beat faster. He looked away, feeling something along the lines of being hurt but also blissful. It was almost criminal that Rin made him feel this way.

"Hey, Haru."

"What?" Haru asked, slightly out of it.

"Let's do something after this semester," Rin suggested, "We should hang out over break! We could invite Makoto and Nagisa or it could be just the two of us..." His thoughts suddenly trailed off, leaving them hanging. But Haru understood what he said.

"Okay," he said.

Rin looked at him surprised.

Instead of replying he allowed a small smile to form around his lips. The end really was near, huh? Soon break would start and after that his last semester of middle school. He would graduate with Rin and Makoto. The anxiousness made his chest hurt.

He wasn't sure how long the two of them were quiet. But Rin was first to break the silence.

"Haru, can we do it again?" Rin said with a chuckle, not specifying what he meant. But he leaned over Haru's face even though haru hadn't answered. He knew what he was talking about. Haru didn't need to respond. He turned his face and accepted his lips, closing his eyes, savoring the sweet kiss Rin gave him. His heart swelled with anticipation as tomorrow they would probably do the same.


A couple of days later...


Fuckery, Haru thought as he walked down the hallway.

He couldn't believe he was going to do this but there he was, suspiciously heading for Rin's homeroom. Rin hadn't come to hang out at his homeroom like he usually did. Although that in itself wasn't unusual and didn't mean anything, Haru felt somehow on edge and it bothered him. Every morning he came to school feeling anticipation and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered almost to the point it ached from the anticipation. He couldn't concentrate fully. He often found himself looking around for something whether he was with Makoto and Nagisa or simply by himself. Or more like he was looking for someone. Rin.

Because their homerooms were separate and they hardly ever saw each other in the morning, Haru bottled these emotions in until he would see him during lunch. But for the last couple of days he hadn't shown up and although Haru wanted to ignore it, he found himself unable to. Now he was heading to Rin's classroom. Somehow, he felt ridiculous doing this.

Reaching the classroom, he looked inside but saw no sign of Rin anywhere.

"Are you looking for someone?" One girl asked, turning her head as her back was turned toward him and sat around with a small group of friends.

Three other girls looked at Haru.

"Matsuoka," Haru simply said.

"Ah, you mean Rin! You must be his friend...Nanase-kun?" Another girl explains.

"..." Haru had no interest in introducing himself if they already knew him. He simply nodded.

The previous girl spoke up, "Rin isn't here today. In fact, I think he's been absent for the last couple of days."

Another girl commented, "Maybe he's sick?"

"That can't be right? He was here the day before? He just sort of shows up sometimes."

"Yeah, I think he's been coming to school, it's just that he doesn't come to class. He's been a little strange nowadays hasn't he?"

Their little banter continued for a bit and Haru almost felt like they had forgotten about him.

Finally, the first girl that spoke to him said, "Well, in any case, Rin-kun didn't show up at all today. I think it's safe to say he's absent."

"I see," Haru said, "Excuse me." He bowed a little and promptly left the classroom to walk back to his.

A wave of shock flooded him. As he walked, he felt like time had suddenly stopped. Ignoring the motionless students and the still air around him he thought.

It was true he had tried texting him a few times, but he never answered. Despite his flamboyant personality, he was a terrible texter. He always took a long time to text and sometimes didn't text back at all. There was the possibility he was sick and didn't want to worry anyone. That wasn't too far fetched. But if what the girls had said was true, he was coming to school, just not his classes. That seemed a little off. It didn't sound like Rin at all. What was even more unlike him was that he wasn't telling him or Makoto or Nagisa. Why? Was something going on?

His thoughts had convoluted to nothing but confusion. By the time he reached the door, time began to flow again and Haru finally processed the movement around him. The students moving around. The flowing dust specs mixed with the air around him. Haru joined Makoto and Nagisa, a wave of dread and premonition washing over him.


Author's note: I am very sorry it took a long time to update. I've been having issues organizing the story, but I think everything will work out fine (I hope). I've also been busy with college stuff so it's taking me longer to update. I'm sorry! I wanted to mention something, my dear people, before anyone freaks out. There will be no sex between middle school Rin and Haru. They may be last years, but I don't condone sex in middle schoolers (even though in my middle school kissing and making out was like EVERYWHERE!). So don't freak out about the overly passionate scenes xD but you'll probably love them if you're completely hooked in the Rinharu pairing like me haha

I also wanted to talk about the titles of the chapters. I am terrible with making up titles so to make this quicker, I chose some lyrics of any song and took segment of a line (or whatever) and made that the title. Since they're not really mine...I will probably post the names of the songs they belong to in the future x) They're good songs.

Lastly, please let me know what you think and I hope the fluff made up for the time it took me to upload :) till next time!