Hey everyone! Here we go again! Alright so, again, this may seem a bit repetitive to all of you who have read LITL. But please, by all means, enjoy!
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Chapter Three: Crushes and Shenanigans
*A week later*
"Hiccup?" Jack said, leaning over and putting his head on said person's shoulder. Hiccup groaned quietly, and pushed his head away.
"What?" He breathed, his eyes glued to Professor Mansnoozie, or Sandy, as everyone else called him. Since the professor was mute, the Charms class largely consisted on note-taking and studying the demonstrations carefully. Today, was obviously a demonstrations day as Sandy flicked his wrist, his mouth moving without words coming out, and things floating, soaring, and transforming.
"I'm bored~" Jack whined. Xavier turned around, because he was sitting in front of the two, and rolled his eyes. He smiled at them as Hiccup rolled his eyes at the white-haired boy.
"Watch the lesson then." Hiccup remarked. "I'm not going to be teaching all this to you after school again like last year." His lips curled up in a sarcastic smile; of course he would, if Jack asked, but he didn't say that out loud. Right now, he needed to make sure he understood the lesson himself, and he needed Jack to stop resting his head on his shoulder, because his hair tickled his neck and it was seriously distracting him.
"Oh come on…" Jack said, sitting up and then slouching back into his seat moodily. He reached in his backpack and grabbed a piece of parchment, slapping it noisily onto his desk. No one noticed though, because they were all taking notes or were too engrossed with watching Sandy to care.
"You hanging out with Lauren today?" Jack scrawled out on the parchment before shoving it in Hiccup direction. His green eyes darted downwards, and then shot to Jack, giving him a look. Jack just raised his eyebrows in response.
"Yeah, why?" Hiccup wrote back, pushing it back towards him. Jack's eyebrows fell, and his whole demeanor changed.
"Damn. I thought we could have gone flying or something." Jack said, biting his lip in uncertainty before giving it back to Hiccup.
"We already do that, dork," The auburn-haired male wrote down, rolling his eyes as he gave it back to Jack. And it was true; every night, Hiccup and Jack would go flying with Toothless, soaring above everything and forgetting all their troubles for those few seconds. But now, it was Jack's turn to roll his eyes as he scrawled out his response.
"On brooms, Frecks. I was thinking we could have a little Quidditch match." Jack replied.
"Oh, dang. Sorry. Sounds like fun. Some other time, for sure. I promise." Hiccup wrote, pushing the paper in Jack's hand, which was underneath the table. His finger lingered at the palm of his hand, near the start of his fingers. For a second, Jack's heart quickened, thinking he was going to intertwine their fingers together. But Hiccup pulled away, instead busying himself with putting away all his supplies when the shrill bell sounded, signaling the end of the class period.
It was Jack, Xavier, and Hiccup's break period, so they went out and sat by the Whomping Willow. The violent tree swayed ominously above them, but they were too far away for it to strike them (years of practice taught them how close they could get). Hiccup and Jack stretched out, side by side, and Xavier sat next to Jack. A meow was heard, and Toothless jumped on Hiccup's stomach suddenly.
"Hey bud," Hiccup said, reaching up at petting the cat's head. Jack looked at Hiccup's face contentedly: those green eyes were full of unadulterated affection for the creature sitting on top of his chest, those thin lips pulled up in a perfect smile and showing off those crooked front teeth, those freckles practically shining in the sun.
Xavier watched Jack watch Hiccup from the corner of his eye, and barely managed to stifle his laugh. He tugged at the bright green grass before him, biting his lip viciously and his eyes watering from unspoken laughter. He knew that look in Jack's eyes like the back of his hand: admiration, maybe even puppy love. He had known this was going on since last year, and it was getting on his nerves that Jack wouldn't just tell him about his crush already. But, he kept his mouth shut, because Hiccup didn't know what the hell was going on either.
When Jack didn't stop looking at Hiccup with his heart of his sleeve, Xavier laughed out loud, his eyes turning green for a millisecond before turning back to their original mundane brown. Jack snapped out of his little staring session, and Hiccup stopped petting Toothless, and all three looked at Xavier with confusion evident in their eyes.
"This is so stupid," Xavier breathed, still laughing, but his friends had heard him. "I'm getting lunch." He said, standing up, throwing his rucksack over his shoulder, and strolling back to the castle in one fluid motion.
"Well, that was odd," Hiccup said, sitting up and dumping Toothless into his lap unceremoniously. Jack chuckled and sat up after him.
"Very odd." He agreed, then stood up and stuck his hand out towards the freckled boy. Hiccup took it without hesitation, and pulled himself up with Jack's assistance (don't worry, Toothless had the common sense to jump out of his lap at the last second). Their hands lingered together for a second longer and then the contact broke.
"Lunch, right?" Jack said, not helping the smile that spread across his face. Hiccup laughed and slung his backpack onto his shoulder.
"Yeah, a sandwich sounds killer right now," He said. The two trailed back into the castle, their shoulders brushing occasionally and Toothless walking behind them. They were quiet but it was a comfortable type of silence, definitely. Toothless, surprisingly, stayed silent as well, and was content with watching Jack closely.
The Great Hall was filled with people by the time Hiccup and Jack had gotten there. It was a good thing that Xavier, who met up with Lauren, saved the two a spot. Hiccup immediately took a plate of smoked Icelandic cod and placed it on the ground, and Toothless attacked it with enthusiasm.
"Geez Hiccup," Lauren said, laughing. "Do you ever feed your cat?" Xavier laughed, and Jack cracked a smile. Hiccup rolled his eyes, sitting down and taking a sandwich from off one of the platters.
"It's not that I don't feed him," Hiccup said. "It's that he never gets full."
"Ah, yes." Jack sighed. "Blame the cat." He put a lot more emphasis on the last word, making Hiccup kick sideways and catch the side of his leg. "Ow. Wha-?" was Jack's reaction, and Hiccup gave him a hard look.
"Dude, I wouldn't even go that far." Xavier enthused, smiling at Jack's pain and the unusually hard look that was still glinting in Hiccup's eyes.
"Well, sorry," Jack said, rolling his eyes and rubbing his leg thoughtfully. Hiccup really didn't hit him that hard, it was just the shock of getting hit that hurt him (scared him) the most.
"Wait, what just happened?" Lauren asked, confused. Xavier, Jack and Hiccup all shared a tense look, and then the three burst out laughing. "Did I miss something?" The statement only made them laugh harder. Xavier was smacking the table with his palm; Jack was hunched over in his seat, his head down, his smile wide and his shoulders shaking violently as he tried to stop laughing; Hiccup was doubled over, clutching his sides and laughing the hardest out of all of them.
"N-Nothing…" Hiccup said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Alright then." Lauren said, getting up and slinging her bag on her shoulder. "I've got to go, but I'll see you around?" She asked, directly to Hiccup. He nodded, and she smiled. Lauren sent a little wave at the three, swooped down quickly to pet Toothless' head in farewell, and then she left the Great Hall.
"You had to say that, didn't you?" Hiccup said, shoving Jack's shoulder half-heartedly.
"What are you talking about?" Jack said innocently.
"It's supposed to be a secret!" Hiccup said, his eyes darting from Toothless to Jack again. Jack just laughed, and Xavier watched the two, a smile on his lips.
"Well, it's not like she's automatically going to know-" Jack refuted, but Hiccup cut him off.
"But what if someone else figures it out?" Hiccup asked.
"No one's going to figure anything out, Hic." Xavier said, using the nickname that Hiccup absolutely hated (he made them swear not to use it in first year, but Xavier was the only one who used it now… just to get him to shut up). "You're over-reacting. Calm it down a notch."
"Fine," Hiccup said, rolling his eyes expertly. Toothless jumped up next to him, and meowed loudly, just in time for the shrill bell to drown out the sound. They all flinched, and then sighed.
Back to class…
*Time skip*
Hiccup's POV
"I cannot believe he didn't give you detention." I said, keeping in my laughter no matter how much it hurt. Jack just smiled at me, walking away from the classroom door with a new swagger in his step. Xavier scoffed loudly.
"I can't believe he didn't kill you!" Xavier said, punching Jack in the arm.
In Defense, Jack decided that he would try out his new spell he was making. I didn't really believe it myself when I found out he made his own spells, because that takes a lot of work, research, and knowledge. I at least expected him to be in Ravenclaw if he went through all that trouble! Anyways, it was his Frost Spell that he's been working on forever, trying to get it perfect. He thought he cracked the code (metaphorically, of course) in class today, and tried it out… on Professor Bunnymund. The spell had a little kink in it, and Bunnymund's tail was frozen stiff. After, Jack got the nerve to say, "Whoops, sorry Cottontail!"
Let's just say Bunnymund was reaching for his boomerangs when the final bell rang.
"Just some innocent experimentation," Jack said, his eyes crinkling at the edges from his wide smile. I had to remind myself to tear my eyes away from him (if I had my way, I would stare at him all day).
"Innocent," I said, laughing. "Yeah, sure…"
"I'm serious! It's not my fault the gigantic kangaroo got in the way of my spell!" Jack said, hopping slightly on the balls of his feet as we continued down the hall.
"As long as you don't use that on me, I'm good." Xavier said, holding his hands up at shoulder height. He's been the victim of too many of Jack's spells over the past couple years.
"Don't get your hopes up," Jack said, digging through his pocket for his wand.
"Can we please not start this right now?" I said, trying to be the peacemaker I always ended up being when fights like these broke out. People were staring at the three of us, knowing what exactly we were up to, and they started laughing. Jack found his wand.
"Ha!" He yelled triumphantly, striking a pose and pointing his wand impressively at Xavier. Xavier stopped in his tracks, and slowly took out his own wand, the tip pointing directly at Jack's nose.
"Guys, come on, really?" I said, trying to get in between them so they would stop. They both had grins on their faces, tipping everyone off that this wasn't indeed a real fight, but a crowd gathered anyways.
"Nah, come on Hiccup. I wanted to see that!" Someone yelled through the crowd, and pushed their way towards us. Xavier snapped out of his fighting stance, his eyes bright at the sound of Lauren's voice. Jack burst out laughing, and put his wand away, much to people's distaste.
"Hey Lauren." Xavier said hopelessly, and I had to roll my eyes. She gave a little wave.
"Go on everyone!" She said, turning around and throwing her hands in the air. "There's nothing to see here!" Everyone groaned, muttering good-naturedly, and walked away. "So… what are you two fighting about now?" Lauren asked, turning around and putting her hands on her hips.
Jack and Xavier looked at each other, opening their mouths to answer her question, when they burst out laughing. I smacked my hand to my forehead, trying not to laugh with them.
"Is it terrible to say that I have no idea?" Jack said, running a hand through his hair. The act was so simple, but it stirred something in the pit of my stomach at the same time.
All I could think was, "how would it feel if I did that to him?"
"Then why would you fight if-? You know what, you guys are idiots." Lauren said, giving up on the two of them. Jack's smile grew wider, taking on the look of mischief that I knew so well, and tackled her. He wrapped her in his arms playfully, her shocked expression pulling everything together.
"Why, thank you, Lauren!" Jack squealed, hugging her tighter. Lauren worked to get out of his grasp.
"Jack, get… off… me!" Her broken sentence came out as she pushed away from him. He suddenly let go, letting her stumble backwards. I caught her by the shoulders, making sure she didn't fall.
"As you insist." Jack said, giving a huge, sweeping bow in mock-respect. Lauren just scoffed, then laughed.
"Okay, okay," Lauren said. "We're even now: I stopped your fight, you killed me with a hug. Great." Xavier laughed, his cheeks burning with something (rage? Jealousy? Want?).
"Fine, we're even." Jack said, sticking his hand out. Lauren grabbed it, and they shook hands.
"Hiccup!" She said, as if remembering something. "Ready to go?" It sort of became a regular thing, Lauren and I hanging out after class. I smiled, and nodded.
"See ya guys later." I said, offering a wave to Xavier and Jack. Both of them waved back with smiles on their faces. But as I turned away, following Lauren down the hall, I saw Jack's smile fall and practically shatter like glass on the marble floor, his hand falling back to his side hopelessly. With that look on his face, all I wanted to do was run up to him and hug him to death and ask him what was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" Lauren asked me, tilting her head to the side and moving her blonde hair out of her face simultaneously.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I assured. She gave me a skeptical look (I could never really lie to her, I found that out after the third day of knowing her).
Lauren continued walking on our usual route to the Library when I grabbed her arm and steered her in a different direction. She stumbled a bit, but recovered nicely. The look on her face was extremely confused.
"What-?" She started to ask, when I cut her off.
"I just remembered this really cool place I found a while ago," I said. "Change of scenery never hurt, right?" Lauren rolled her eyes, and laughed a little.
We arrived at a blank wall not so long after that, and she gave me a look, as if I was crazy. I ignored it, and scrunched my eyes up tight and thought, "I need a comfortable place to study with my friend," three times.
Three seconds later, and intricately woven white door bloomed from the wall. Lauren gaped like a fish out of water at the wall. A gilded doorknob appeared attached to the door, and I pulled it open quickly. Lauren tentatively stepped inside the room, and I literally had to push her inside and shut the door behind me quickly (it was the secrecy factor, okay? It was necessary).
"And…" I said, stretching out the word and gesturing to the room. "This is the Room of Requirement."
The Room was brightly lit, with a wide window and a huge beige couch next to it. There was a small table piled high with food. There was a door off to the side, a bathroom, just as a precaution. It was extraordinarily simple, but Lauren was infatuated.
"This is so awesome! It just came out of the wall, like 'what the-?'" She said cutting herself off. "How did you find out about this place?" Lauren asked as an afterthought.
"Read about it in Hogwarts: A History. Geez, does anybody read anymore?" I asked, rolling my eyes sarcastically. Lauren just shot me a look, flopping onto the couch, her bag resting at the base of the couch.
"No offense Hiccup, but I wouldn't read Hogwarts: A History if someone put a gun to my head and threatened to shoot." Lauren said. I laughed at her and the Muggle expression, and moved around to sit on the couch next to her.
"It's not that bad, really…" I said, pulling out my homework. She did the same, scoffing.
"I don't want to read about a whole ton of dead guys for fun!" Lauren protested.
"So you'd rather read about a whole ton of made up guys?" I asked, giving her a skeptical look. She shoved my shoulder playfully.
We did our homework the best we could, occasionally asking each other questions and goofing off with random banter that came out of nowhere. After, Lauren settled herself on the side of the couch nearest the window, and gasped loudly.
"Hey, look." She said, tugging at my sleeve. "Jack and Xavier are playing Quidditch." I looked over her shoulder, and saw two little figures flying erotically around the Quidditch pitch. I laughed.
"How in the heck can you tell that it's Jack and Xavier?" I asked. Lauren just gave me a look.
"Please." She said. "I could spot the two dorks fifty million miles away." I rolled my eyes, and gathered a piece of her hair in my fingers.
"Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?" I asked, separating the hair into three strands and started to braid them together.
"It's only exaggerating if you stretch the truth." Lauren said seriously. "And technically, if I use a Super Sight Charm, I could see them."
"But you don't have a Super Sight Charm on you right now, so technically you're exaggerating." I said, my fingers still twisting her hair into its pattern, the braid reaching the middle of her back so far. Just halfway done…
"Okay, fine Mr. Technical. I'm exaggerating." She said, twisting her head to look at me, only to jerk her hair away from my fingers. "What are you doing?" She asked, her own hands flying up to her hair and finding the braid.
"I was braiding your hair. Now, can I finish it?" I asked. Lauren blinked at me, and turned forward again. I got the unfinished braid and continued the pattern deftly.
"Sorry…" She mumbled. "Not a lot of guys know how to braid hair."
"My mom taught me before… you know…" I said, focusing a bit more on the pattern as I reached the bottom. "I used to braid her hair when my dad was away. But after she… died… I just sort of stopped doing it."
"Yeah…" She said, and I let go of her hair. Lauren twisted around to face me, a smile on her lips. "Plus, your dad would probably beat the snot out of you if he found you doing anything remotely girly." I laughed a bit, knowing how true the statement was.
So then started the task of playfully lacing more and more braids into Lauren's long hair. There was about five before I stopped, my fingers tired. Lauren just laughed, throwing her hair back over her shoulders and looking at her reflection in the window.
"You know what?" She said, looking at herself with a smile on her face. "I think I'm going to leave it like this." She stated with finality. I choked.
"Are you serious?" I asked, not knowing if she was kidding or not.
"Yes! I'm dead serious!" She said. "I'm going to start a new trend, just you watch!" I laughed, and rolled my eyes slowly. I moved, laying down on the couch and hanging my legs over the edge of the couch. Lauren did the same, only facing the other way so that our heads were next to each other.
"You keep believing that." I mumbled, smiling to the ceiling. She scoffed.
"Hiccup, can I ask you a question?" She said, the nervousness in her voice evident in the question. I blinked quickly.
"You just did." I replied. She rolled her eyes at me. "Go on." I said.
"Do you like anyone?" she asked.
"Uh…" I said, a bit awkwardly. "You'd… you'd probably kill me if I told you." I said uncertainly.
"Do you really think I'd kill anyone?" She asked. "It's not like I have a reason to!"
"Eh, I don't know. You could be a crazy psycho-killer and I would have no idea." I said.
"Still." She said. "I don't think I would kill anyone without a really good reason."
It was silent for a while, and I was debating with myself whether or not I should tell her. She was trustworthy, and she would find out sooner or later, but… I cringed, shutting my eyes tightly. I stole myself for five seconds, and…
"Jack." I managed to spit out.
"What?" She said. "No, I don't really have a reason to kill him. Except maybe for the fact that he's so gosh-dang annoying…"
"Lauren…" I said. "I was answering your question." I said quietly. I didn't know whether to laugh at how ditsy she was in that second, or to cry because I finally told someone. Now everything was going to change: Jack was going to find out some way or another, and then I wouldn't have any friends and I'd be alone again…
"What?!" She asked again. "You… you…"
"Yeah." I said, sitting up and getting off the couch. "I'm gay." Well, now that I admitted it… "So, I'm just going to go… and I'll see you later, maybe." I grabbed my backpack and slung it on my shoulder. I was walking towards the door when a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. As soon as I did, Lauren thumped me on the back of my head with her open hand lightly, and then she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, breaking her hold on me and holding me by the shoulders now. "Does it look like I give two flying shit bricks if you're gay or not?!"
"I-I…" I stuttered.
"Well, I don't," Lauren said, pulling me into a hug again. This time, though, I hugged her back.
Jack's POV
"Wow, you're flying is really off today!" Xavier yelled at me as I wobbled slightly on my broom. I was originally planning for all three of us playing a scrimmage game of Quidditch today, since the pitch wasn't being used, but Hiccup flaked out. Not that it was much of a loss, since Hiccup was a rubbish Quidditch player, but I still wanted to have all three of us together again.
"Shut it, X!" I yelled back. Then I laughed. "And even then, I'm still a better flyer than you!" He frowned, and shot towards me. Xavier lunged for the Quaffle that was tucked in the crook of my arm, and I moved away from him, laughing.
"You little shit!" Xavier cursed, racing after me. I totally didn't see it coming when he rammed against my side, making me drop the Quaffle. He swooped downwards into a dive and caught the ball-ish figure in mid-air.
"Well, that simply wasn't fair." I muttered. Xavier decided to show off, and he started spinning the Quaffle on the tip of his finger.
"Admit it: I won fair and square." He said with a smirk, tossing the Quaffle up, only to catch it and tuck it safely in the crook of his arm. We both raced down and hopped off our brooms.
"I wouldn't say 'fair and square' because… you know, the field is sort of an oval-ish shape…" I said as we put everything back the way it was. Xavier rolled his eyes at me, and made a motion that suggested him whacking me upside the head with his broom.
"You know what I mean, Jack." He said.
"Well, duh." I replied. "I'm not stupid."
"Are you going to fucking tell me what's going on, or are you just going to stay like this forever?" Xavier blurted out suddenly, holding his hands out and looking me straight in the eye. I couldn't look away.
"What… what the hell are you talking about?" I managed to choke out.
"You've been acting different." Xavier said, his hands falling back to his sides. We put away our borrowed brooms, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You're flying was off today. And… you're always, like, depressed or something. And you're actually studying." He said, a sense of incredibility in his voice. "You never study! In all the time I've known you, you've never studied or actually tried hard enough to get an E on one of the essays Pitch assigns!"
So, maybe I was throwing myself into my homework a bit, and studying. It wasn't my number one choice, but it felt like it was an escape route. That didn't mean I paid any attention in class, though. I just looked at Xavier, shocked, really. If he's noticed that, could he had noticed…? No, he couldn't have. We grabbed our bags and I opened my mouth to argue with him, but he shut me up.
"Don't even try saying that you want good grades this term because I know you don't give a shit about grades." Xavier said as we walked towards the castle. I shut my mouth. He knew me too well. "If… if you would just tell me, that would be magnificent."
I sighed, defeated. I knew that tone in Xavier's voice; he used it when he found me crying in our room, a month after Emma died… there was the right mix of seriousness, sternness and care laced into his voice. It was the voice of genuine concern and hope for your well-being. Hell, it was the voice of a worried friend.
"It's just that…" I started out, having no way of putting this. "So, I've liked this… person for a while now." Xavier raised his eyebrows at me.
"A person." He repeated.
"And… I've been trying to work up the nerve to ask them out, or at least make a move or something…" I explained, trying to be as vague as possible. "But… they've started hanging out with this other person, and I'm sort of jealous, even though the certain person I like assured me that there was nothing going on between them…"
"Can you just stop with the secrecy and use their names?" Xavier blurted out, unable to help himself. "I know you're talking about Hiccup and Lauren."
I was a fish out of water, and he was a fisherman, standing over his catch with a sadistic smile on his face, just thinking about all the fancy dinner dishes he could make with my corpse.
"H-How did you-? I-I mean, n-no, that's… that's stupid. Why would I-?" I started to stutter. Dammit. That assured him even more, because I almost never stuttered.
"I've known for a while now, dude." Xavier said, slapping me on my shoulder. "No need to get your boxers in a twist." I blinked at him.
"… Am I really that obvious?" I asked.
"Nah," Xavier said, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "It's just the way you look at him sometimes. You look different when he's around… happier, more yourself."
"Aw… X, you do have a heart!" I said, poking his shoulder. He whacked me away.
"I should be saying that about you," He remarked under his breath. I rolled my eyes at him. "So… when did this happen?"
"What?"
"How long have you liked the little fishbone?" Xavier said bluntly, folding his arms across his chest and looking at me with an expectant look. Why did he have to be so straightforward? My blood instantly rushed to my cheeks, and I inwardly cursed Xavier's existence. "I swear to the freaking gods, man…"
"First year?" I said, cringing at his delayed reaction.
"What…?" Xavier said, his mouth working more than it should have.
"I've liked him ever since first year. I just didn't notice until the end of second." I said quickly. Xavier's mouth popped open, forming a perfect "o" before he closed it again, smacking his lips loudly and nodding his head slowly.
"I should have seen that one coming." He said, laughing slightly. I blinked quickly, completely confused. "No offense dude, you're like a love-sick puppy when you're around him."
"W-What? Pfft. N-No, what are you talking about? No I'm not!" I stammered, brushing him off. He just stared at me. "You're an ass, do you know that? You just like seeing me spaz out and shit."
"Pretty much."
"Go stick your tongue in Lauren's throat." I said, waving him off, only to be greeted by a harsh punch to my shoulder. "What? You know you want to~"
"Go confess already." He said, mocking the tone in my voice and waving me off in a similar manner. I resisted the urge to punch him. "No, I'm dead serious. Just go tell him." Xavier said. I put my face in my hands quickly, before straightening up and running my fingers through my hair.
"I can't." I said weakly. "I… I don't even know if he swings that way, you know? And… and we've been friends for practically forever. If I say anything, everything would be ruined and I really don't want to lose a friendship because of my stupidity."
Xavier looked like he was going to grab me by the collar of my shirt and shake me, with his fingers twitching and his brown eyes becoming darker than usual. There was also a black spot forming on his nose. He blinked quickly, his eyes crossed and spying the change in his nose. Xavier exhaled, his eyes and nose returning to normal.
"Okay, then." He said, folding his arms in front of his chest. "You have to promise me something, though."
"What?"
"Snap out of this stupid-ass funk you're in." Xavier demanded, pointing a finger at me accusingly. "It's pissing me off. I just want my friend back."
"Fine." I said, smiling.
Well, that could have gone worse.
And now everyone knows~ Except for the two main people that should know. Muahaha! Thanks for reading! It's means a lot, guys! Leave a review or feel free to PM me!
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