Calamity Clarisse
A/N: I'm here! Do I hear a general uproar of joy or what? Lol Ok, guys, this chapter got too long so I split it in two parts what, I'm afraid it might have affected it's humor somehow. I'll be back with part 2 before you can say "Clarisse needs to own up to her feelings already!", I promise. On the mean time though, please read my new favorite story on ffnet: it's a Chrisse story called "Verge", all from Chris' POV and is wonderfully written. I'm actually afraid you'll all give up on this one to cheer for this other story so please don't abandon me, lol.
But do make sure you read it, it's quite amazing. Love,
Thatu /Clichesbullet
Chapter 6: I'm invited to a Family Reunion (Part 1)
"Don't be offended by my frank analysis /Think of it as personality dialysis /Now that I've chosen to become a pal a sister and adviser /There's nobody wiser /Not when it comes to popular" – Popular – Wicked Soundtrack
Look, I'd be lying if I said that I was expecting Clarisse to be all supportive to my cause – that being making her feel pretty and especial thus causing us to create a sisterly bond at some point – however, I did expect her to cooperate at least a little, you know?
Hm, yeah, that didn't happen.
Saturday/ 8:15 am/ Long Island/ Half Blood Hill/ Camp Half Blood/Ares Cabin:
"WAKE UP, YOU GIGANTIC BUNCH OF HUMONGOUSLY USELESS BUMS!" For a daughter of the war god, Clarisse was quite…well versed.
"If you were going to yell anyway then why did I have to be discreet?" I told her in an angry whisper since she had basically forced me to tiptoe my way around the bunks filled with sleeping ares children.
"Believe me," She told me while watching her siblings jumping out of bed all at once. "You don't want to be caught sneaking on an Ares' child. Remember that kid from Hermes' cabin that lost an arm a couple of years ago?"
My jaw dropped:
"Chiron told us it had been an automaton that got out of control!" I whispered covering my mouth with my hand. Clarisse smirked and shook her head:
"Nope; good and old Bart over there." She pointed to a tall, bulky, crazy looking dark haired guy on the left corner.
"Oh my gods! How old is he? Thirty?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "He's been here for a while. The Hermes' guy thought it'd be fun to spray some paint on his face while he slept…"
"It was the last time he ever pressed a spray bottle." I sighed unhappily.
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen! The guy was left-handed; he only lost his left arm –if you ask me, all left-handed people are just too lazy to learn how to use their right hand." That's Clarisse for you; you're never too old to beat genetics:
"I thought Chris was left-handed." I pointed out. She gave me a slightly surprised look that only lasted for a second before saying:
"Point made."
She then turned her eyes away from me and I followed her. To my surprise, in the short amount of time we spent talking, all of her cabin mates had woke up, got up, tidied their beds and were now standing with great posture next to their respective bed.
"Wow…" I murmured. "If only you guys were this organized when I come here for my weekly inspection." She glared at me and I stared at my own shoes. "Sorry, go on." I said gesturing for her to talk to her siblings.
"Alright, you morons." She started marching as she inspected their appearance up and down. "It's already time for breakfast and still I come here to find you slobs all asleep like this is some sort of summer camp…"
"Uh, Clarisse…" I started but she fusilladed me with her eyes so I just stared at my shoes again and whispered to myself. "It is a summer camp."
"Now, for the next five hours, I want to see of all you commit to your work. Our father counts on us to win this war and we won't get any victories by oversleeping; You'll each have a five minute break now to use the bathroom; then I expect you to run five miles, after that, you're to have a ten minute break for breakfast, after that you're all to start working on the training of attack system number 17. We've gone through the attack strategies way too many times before for you guys to still have any questions so, if anyone here still has any doubts about what I'm talking about, leave this cabin now as Lord Ares holds no intention of ever having a child such as you."
I stood in silence and watched with awe as how everyone in the cabin seemed to absorb all of Clarisse's words with honor and respect; I always had had this image of Ares' kids as bullies and pranksters that enjoyed being obnoxious but now, as I watched their organization and sense of duty, I felt a sudden admiration. The boys marched out the cabin in perfect sync and I expected that at least one of them would throw a dirty comment at me (as they usually did whenever they saw me) but, for the first time, no one said a thing; it was like I wasn't even there.
As the last soldier left the cabin, I turned around to speak to their leader:
"Wow, Clarisse just….wow." She raised a puzzled eyebrow at me:
""Wow" what, princess?"
"This! I mean; that!" I pointed to the door from where everyone had just left. "That was amazing! I never thought you guys were so organized and committed. The way everyone obeyed you and how you handled them was…amazing." She smirked a little and then shook her head. "No, don't be coy! The part about honoring your father was beautiful and the way everyone was informed about the fighting techniques you guys will use is…fantastic." It made me feel pretty bad about being forced to tell everything to Luke later.
Clarisse burst into a heartfelt visceral laughter I had only seem her use when she had just forced someone's head into a toilet.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Honoring our father; yes, we are all very worried about that but there's no way my siblings were as informed as you think."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean there's no such a thing as "attack system number 17"; I just made that up." She shrugged while her chest still moved up and down with laughter.
"B…but they…."
"They were just too scared of me and of our father to admit they didn't know." She explained. "They'll never admit they don't know to each other so I'm sure they'll soon find some sort of training routine to spend the morning working on. It's no big deal."
"You scared them to death!"
"I know."
"For no good reason!"
"Isn't it awesome?" She simply smiled. "Whatever, princess, what I did was keep them out of the cabin while you use me in your stupid experiments. You want to blackmail and humiliate me, that's fine but you won't get to do it in front of my subordinates."
"I think you meant your "siblings"." I corrected her.
"How are these any different?"
Saturday/ 8:45 am/ Long Island/ Half Blood Hill/ Camp Half Blood/Inside the Ares Cabin girl's dorm:
"Just so you know, I'm not going to cooperate." She warned me. "You want to pack, you do it yourself. I'm only taking my emergence backpack." She put one of her arms under her bed and pulled an old denim backpack and patted it twice. "Everything else you want me to take; you put in that suitcase over there." I leaned on her locker with my arms crossed and smirked at her:
"Are you sure? 'Cause I was actually hoping you'd let me pick what you'd get to wear this weekend." I knew I was playing with her pride now. She realized she had fallen right into my trap and sat down straight on the bed with her own arms crossed too:
"I guess I'll watch you anyway, just to make sure you don't steal anything else."
"Great." I said, my smirk growing wider. I turned around and opened her locker (she didn't have to remind me of the combination, of course, I have great memory) and then stared at its contents.
"Ok, let's get this started!" I said clapping my hands and grabbing one of her jeans. "I guess we will need two of these." I turned to Clarisse. "Where are your other jeans?"
She raised an eyebrow at me:
"What other jeans?"
"Oh you know; any other jeans you might have. These look a bit too old and stained; where do you keep your other denim pants?" Clarisse's wardrobe was almost empty; I simply assumed it was laundry day or something.
"I only have these jeans."
The ground beneath me disappeared and I held on to the locker's door so I wouldn't faint:
"You…what?"
"The way you're staring at me right now," she told me with a look of scorn on her face. "…one would think I just told you I had murdered all the tiny dogs in the world."
I took a deep breath before answering:
"You might as well have!" She made such a funny surprised yet disgusted face when I said this; that, had the occasion been any different, I'd probably have cracked up. "What kind of person survives with only one pair of shredded, old looking jeans?" I analyzed the pants more attentively. "Oh my Gods! And the holes on it weren't even made on purpose! You didn't buy it like this!"
"Who buys shredded pants?"
"TRENDY PEOPLE!" I yelled back at her and, to my surprise, she simply burst out laughing:
"You're so silly, I can't believe you." She said and, for a change, it didn't sound as much as an offense as her other comments. "Who cares if I only have a pair of jeans? I have enough to wear when it's hot and when it's cold; I live at camp, why the Hades would I need to dress up?"
I sighed unhappily and said:
"Every girl needs to dress up every once in a while." Clarisse smirked and laid back on her bed again, her arms crossed under her head:
"Not me." She told me with her eyes back on the ceiling. "I'm totally ok with my camp tees and my camo pants. " She stretched and yawned – I guess even she gets tired every now and then. "I have these jeans for ages, I hardly use them but they still fit. There's no point in owning fancy clothes when I ruin them in battles all the time."
I sighed unhappily again, staring at her almost empty closet with new eyes now that I knew it was actually full:
"Don't be silly; every girl needs to feel pretty once in a while. Even you." She laughed out loud:
"Pretty doesn't win any wars, princess." She told me as she gazed an empty spot on the wall. I don't know why exactly but I guess she noticed my sad expression and – then again, I have no idea why – I think she tried to make me feel better because she said. "Besides, have you seen my size? I'd look like a Cyclops ready to prom in fancy clothes." Her eyes looked lost for a second as if she was remembering something: "And believe me; I speak from experience when I say you don't want to see that." Hm, yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't want to know about that. I did, however, smiled at her while I threw her old jeans on the trashcan next to me - this got her out from her momentary good mood:
"Hey!" She said standing up and snatching the pants out of the bin. "I know I said I don't care about clothes but it doesn't mean you get to throw the things I own away like that. I like them."
I smiled at her and patted her gently on the shoulder:
"Well, you shouldn't." She narrowed her eyes at me and my smiled flickered a little. I continued nervously: "I mean, you don't have to." As she kept staring at me threateningly I tried to fix the situation as fast as I could by explaining:
"I'll get you a whole new wardrobe." She looked absolutely enraged for a second. I got the feeling I had just made a mistake.
"No, you won't." She whispered dangerously, while holding on to the jeans so tightly, her knuckles turned white. I flinched and gave a little step to the left, gaining distance from her before saying:
"Oh, c'mon, Clarisse, makeovers are fun! And even the biggest tomboy in the world would love to get some new clothes!" I could feel my skin boiling under her gaze:
"I promise I'll pick stuff you'll like!" Her eyes were now so narrowed, I could hardly see their white. "We can buy you a leather jacket – I bet you've always wanted one of those." I think I was right 'cause she seemed pleasantly surprised for a little less than a second. I gained courage after her reaction:
"And some military jackets and caps, new combat boots…" I was lying out of desperation, of course: combat boots are not only fashion murder; they are like a neon sign saying "I'll never have a boyfriend" stuck to your feet all the time. I've noticed her breathing soothing slowly (even though it was still far from a normal range) and let myself relax against the door of her locker. I sighed, feeling relieved.
That was my second mistake.
Clarisse stared at me with this whole new look at her face, her knuckles returning to their natural
Color as she let go of the jeans; she looked like she was thinking really hard about something, so hard her attention was totally focused on that.
If I were lucky enough, her ADD would kick in soon enough and she'd focus on a stain on the wall of something before reaching any conclusions.
"Who's paying for it?"
I wasn't lucky.
Saturday/ 8:48 am/ Long Island/ Half Blood Hill/ Camp Half Blood/ Somewhere inside the North Woods:
"Do we really have to call her?" I said and Clarisse's response was to stop marching and turn to me with a murderous glare. "Ok, ok; we obviously have to call her."
Clarisse resumed on her march towards the creek. Two minutes later, she stopped abruptly, picked a pebble lying on the ground and stared at it; I assumed she was going to throw it on the water to make a rainbow but she just shrugged and threw it away as if saying "too easy" and turned to face me again. She handed me the drachma she had been holding on to all the way and ordered:
"Throw this and make the offering when the rainbow appears."
"How are you gonna make the rainb…" Clarisse went all Kung-fu on the water, splashing it all over and I could see a thousand little rainbows. "Oh."
"Just do the offering!"
I knew I had advantage on Clarisse due to my blackmailing and stuff but if you had seen her face right then, you'd totally understand why I didn't feel like arguing.
The smoky image of a large American styled kitchen appeared to us and I could hardly distingue the shape of a tall woman sitting by the counter.
I had never imagined Clarisse's mother before –partially because it was too scary a thought – but mostly because Clarisse never mentioned her and I had absolutely no idea what kind of woman exactly did Ares went for. I mean, not wanting to compliment my mother or anything but, once you've had the goddess of love and beauty, is there really anything else left to conquer?
I had talked to the woman before once, exactly two days previously to that as to tell her of my plans. I had used my Blackberry ( which I'm only allowed to use while at camp and that sucks big time) so I had never really gotten to see her face. Our conversation had went something like this:
"Hello there, this is Silena Beauregard; I'm a friend of Clarisse's."
"Really?" The woman sounded really surprised, people, no joking.
"Hm, yeah; I've been wondering about giving her a makeover, some new clothes…"
"Say, in a scale from one to a thousand, how much you'd say this makeover thing would bother my daughter?"
"I don't know." I answered. "A thousand?"
"Wonderful! I'll deposit the money right now."
She seemed like a nice person, I guess.
"You!" Clarisse spat the words angrily as soon as her mother's face became visible from behind a cigarette.
"Oh, hello there, Clarisse." She said with a smile and a cheerful voice that could only possibly be ironic. "How's my little bundle of joy and hyperactivity today?" Her teeth shone surprisingly white for a smoker between her crimson lips.
"I have no time for senseless chitchat, woman!" Respect your parents, kids; what Clarisse is doing is really, really wrong.
"Can't say I'm shocked." Clarisse's mother rolled her hazel eyes. "You said the same thing when I tried to announce to you that I was getting married."
"That," Clarisse replied with a frown. "was because you decided to get married thirteen minutes after you met the guy on a club in Vegas."
"Well, at least I called my daughter to tell her, didn't I?"
"You sure did." Clarisse shrugged. "By the way, how's the annulment going?"
"Same way as it always does. Can't believe it's my fourth already; it feels like the first."
Oh my gods, what in the Hades is wrong with this family?
"Clarisse," the woman said. "It's not even nine in the morning yet, what could you possibly want at this early hour?"
How is 9 am early again?
"Besides," the older La Rue continued. "I have a splitting headache, staring at the sun behind you people is killing me." We were on the middle of the woods, there was barely no sun at all.
"So, what you're saying is that you're hangover."
"You can't call it a hangover if you haven't slept yet." The woman sipped directly from a bottle of wine. My jaw dropped.
"She's been drinking since yesterday night?" I whispered to Clarisse, she chuckled.
"Try since Thursday." I gasped, Clarisse shrugged. "I know."
"Who's the girl, hero?" Despite how cute it was for her mom to call her "hero" (as well as disturbing since her own mom called her by a male noun), I didn't focus on that because I was finally able to see Madame La Rue's face and body completely as she stood up from the chair she was sitting and leaned on the counter (probably because she wouldn't manage to be on her feet without support). I was surprised –the woman looked nothing like Clarisse; yet, I could totally see Clarisse in every part of her.
Her hair was long and straight, messy like her daughter's but much, much better taken care of; it was a dark shade of auburn that made her skin look very pale. She was tall and strong but, unlike Clarisse, her muscles weren't as evident. She had long legs and great posture which kinda made me wonder if he had ever been a professional ballerina.
Yeah, I'd like to see Ares sitting through a whole ballet show; that would've been a fun sight.
"Hello." I waved bashfully. "I'm Silena Beauregard, we've talked on the phone earlier."
Clarisse glared at me again:
"I can't believe you went as low as to call my mother." She spat every word slowly and my heart pounded with fear as I answered sheepishly:
"You know, most people wouldn't mind about their friends calling their mothers…"
"We are not friends!" She yelled and I flinched. "And…" she breathed in and out slowly. "You called…that." She pointed her index finger at her mother who only smiled and winked at us with a wave of her hand:
"Love you too, dear."
Clarisse kept her eyes on me but raised a hand to her mother to shut her up:
"I'll get to you later, woman!"
"Clarisse, really," I tried. "can't we be more reasonable about this? All your mom and I wanted was to help you and…"
"Help?" I wasn't doing anything right today, was I? "Help, Beauregard?" Clarisse took a few steps in my direction and I started walking backwards, trying to gain distance.
"Do you even know what's my mother's idea of helping?" I took an unsure glance at the Iris' message and saw Madam La Rue turning the whole wine bottle on her mouth at once cheerfully. "The woman used to give my lunch money to seventh grade bullies when I was six years old so I could retrieve it from them." Back in the Iris message, Ms. La Rue raised a finger to point out in her defense:
"I was helping you build your character."
"I have an awful character!" Clarisse yelled and the woman shrugged:
"So it backfired a little bit." She pouted her lips. "We all make mistakes every now and then." Clarisse ignored her and turned back to face me:
"She set fire to a restaurant…"
"They had no vegetarian options on their menu! I was helping a cause!"
"With terrorism!"
"You can't prove anything." She smirked. "And neither can the FBI." She winked at me and I gulped. Maybe calling her hadn't been a good idea after all.
"Anyway," Clarisse resumed with her eyes on me the whole time. "That woman is pure evil! Not once has she done something selfless; all she does is destroy, maim, kill and burn…" Forgive me if I'm wrong, but who do we know that does this exact same thing everyday?
"You know; I'm right here. I can kinda hear you, hero." She pointed out half-heartedly as if the things Clarisse was saying were everyday business. Her daughter turned to face her:
"I know you can, Lucille, and, one day, maybe all the information will finally sink in." The older La Rue scowled at the younger La Rue.
"Do you know what my mother did when she found Chris?"
"I brought him home and tried to nurse him back to health!"
"You kissed him, mother!"
"Only because that's how they do it in fairytales!"
"Chris was insane, mother, he had not been damned to a hundred years of sleep!"
Ok, by then I was pretty sure I shouldn't have called Clarisse's mother for help.
"Still, I'm glad I did it; the boy's a good kisser." She sighed, her eyes looking dreamily at nowhere. "It was kinda sad how he yelled for help and tried to strangle me right after."
"It still ended better than most of your other relationships." Clarisse muttered under her breath.
"I miss my Nutty Nacho." Madam La Rue sighed and I felt my jaw drop as I looked shocked at Clarisse who just shrugged as if that was no surprise:
"He lived with us for three months, the nickname just happened." She said.
"You came up with it?" I asked, stunned. Clarisse did come up with stupid, offensive nicknames for Chris all the time but I had always assumed that, at least while he was sick, she had taken things more seriously. She tried not to, but she did look a little sheepishly as she stared at her own feet and said:
"It was kind of a team work."
Disturbing family thy name is La Rue.
"That's not the point though." She said after a minute of silence or so. "What does matter is that you went behind my back and asked for help to the same person who thought it be funny to let a mentally unstable person play Mario Galaxy on our Nintendo Wii."
Even Madam La Rue looked a little guilty at this one statement:
"It was a scientific experiment; it's not my fault the bright colors made him confused."
"He broke our flat screen!"
"I said it wasn't my fault, didn't I? Sheesh!"
We were all awfully quiet for over three minutes, both La Rues engaged on a staring contest that was so creepy, I could feel a breeze –as cold as the winter – blowing on my neck.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Clarisse finally said, deadly serious, staring at her mother with her arms crossed. "What's your approach to this? Did you think the monsters were no longer enough of a torment to my life and decided to add a makeover obsessed stalker to the list of things I have to deal with lately or something like that? Or could it possibly be that you honestly has nothing else to do with your life other than making mine a living hell?"
At first I thought Madam La Rue would just smirk and give a smartass comeback like she usually did but instead she stared at Clarisse with a piercing glance I had only seen before on her daughter's eyes when she was extremely angry. The woman took a deep breath and her next words sounded nothing like her previously bubbly drunk self.
"Listen to me, Clarisse La Rue, and listen well because this is your mother speaking." I was surprised by how serious and authoritarian she sounded. I risked a glance at Clarisse and even she looked a little alarmed by her mom's sudden change of attitude. "I have known you since before you were born and you kept kicking my stomach with a strength no baby should be allowed to have. I have known you your entire life and I have dealt with your stupid ass pride more times than ACME gadgets have failed Willie. E. Coyote and I…" She made a dramatic pause. "know you really well."
She started walking towards us, trying to approach our faces:
"I have seen you wallow yourself every day since you got claimed, trying to get some sort of approval from your moron of a father and I know that you believe that by being a boy and acting as if you have no interest at all for anything girl related is your way to do so…" Her accent now was strongly French, as if someone who had gotten used to speak in a different way but lost track of if when moved by emotions. "However, hero, I have seen you around that boy and I know how you're feeling. I've been there since I found him and I have watched you."
Well, this is becoming surprisingly useful.
"Ever since your father took advantage of me, years ago on that pub, I knew I'd be doomed to be alone forever. Every single day is a struggle because I know the more you grow, the more worthy you prove yourself to be, the more the Goddess of Love will hate me, will blame me for his favoritism."
I tried pretending that I wasn't a daughter of Aphrodite because, honestly, I had a strong feeling things could get pretty ugly if Clarisse's mom found out about that bit.
"And all along I've been afraid that she'd do the same to you." Madam La Rue sighed, looking older than she really was. "When Nacho appeared here, crazy and stuff and I saw you with him…" Clarisse was paralyzed. "I thought that was her plan; that was her way to make you suffer. To make you pay for what Ares and I had but it wasn't…Because you got a second chance. And I'm making damn sure that it works, no matter how hard you and your stupid pride try to make this for me."
I was beyond shocked. I let my eyes leave Madam La Rue and travel back to Clarisse's face. She remained quiet as if absorbing every word. I had no idea what was going to happen next: maybe they would start crying, maybe they would tell they loved each other, maybe they'd just remain quiet and end the Iris message…I thought many things.
Obviously, what actually happened never crossed my mind:
"My father took advantage of you?" Clarisse spoke slowly, with a gigantic (and rather scary) grin on her face. "Mother, if dad wanted to take advantage of you, here's what he would've done: he'd first watch you from afar, get to know you. Then he would turn himself into an animal of your liking like, let's say, a tortoise."
"I don't care for tortoises…
"So not the point!" Clarisse cut her off before continuing. "Then, mother, he'd wait for you to grab the cute little tortoise from the ground and pet it."
Both Madam La Rue and I were staring at Clarisse with quite the confused expression.
"And then, as you caressed his cute little tortoise shell..." Clarisse's smile grew wilder as she raised both hands and made a "o" with her left hand and a fist with her right hand. "He'd maliciously turn himself into a snake and boom!" She thrust her fist on the O. "Force himself into your lady parts!That would be a god taking advantage of you; what dad did was buy you a shot of tequila!"
"Two shots!"
"It still makes you easy!"
And the yelling went on.
And on.
And on.
Why was I doing this, again? I should just have bought her new wardrobe with my college fond or something, shouldn't I?
Saturday/ 09:36 am/ Long Island/ Half Blood Hill/ Somewhere past Thalia's Tree:
"Please tell me you don't drive a silver Volvo because of the sparkly vampire." Clarisse said as soon as she saw my car. I gave her a chuckle.
"Don't be silly, Clarisse; why would I choose a Volvo because of Edward? This car wasn't even my first option!" she raised an accusing eyebrow and put her backpack on my trunk and sat on the passenger sit with her backpack under her legs. As soon as I was sure she wouldn't hear I completed:
"My first option was Alice's yellow Porsche but my father said no to that."
Saturday/ 9:45 am/On the road to Connecticut / Inside Silena Beauregard's silver Volvo:
After almost ten minutes of awkward silence (well, at least on my end of the car), I tried for an approach.
"You know, I've kind of always wanted to know; Maimer is such a big weapon. Doesn't it desquise itself as something smaller?"
"Sure it does; I just choose not to hide it."
"What does it turn into?"
"A taser."
"A taser? Your weapon desguises itself as another weapon? What do you do when you need to get into public places? Does't security stop you or anything?"
"They try." She shrugged. "But I tase them."
You know what? Maybe I should just turn the radio on.
Saturday/ 10:15 am/On the road to Connecticut / Inside Silena Beauregard's silver Volvo:
"How can you not see how awesome this song is? There's just so much drama behind it, it's all juicy celebrity gossip."
"All I'm saying is that, why call it "seven things" if she's going to go on and on for hours about what she hated on him?"
"It doesn't go on for hours!" I protested.
"Oh, and on the same subject. What about that "Party in the USA business? If the soundtrack will really be the one she saying it will be, please count me off."
"Ok, it's official: I'm turning off the radio." I said.
"Finallly."
We were quiet again.
"Maybe you could watch a movie."
"I'm fine."
"I have a portable DVD on my glove compartment."
"I really couldn't care less for a movie, princess."
"Are you sure?" I said with a smile. "'Cause I thought you were a Hillary Swank fan."
"I…am. How do you know that?" She looked honestly surprised.
"Oh, I just know things." That and, well, one look at Clarisse and you'd know she's a Swank fan. "And," I added with an even bigger smile. "you told me you were a Leonidas fan, right?" She nodded.
"Can you imagine a movie with both of them?"
"What?"
"Yes, Clarisse." I said happily. "A movie with your favorite million dollar baby and Spartan king. It's a dream come true." I said already pulling the DVD player from the glove compartment for her to watch.
Did she need to know we were about to watch "P.S.: I love you"? Not really.
End of part 1.
A/N: Not my funniest moment but I do hope you all understand that the splitting was necessary. I was already over eight pages and I still had at least two big, long scenes to write about. After the part two we will have Chris' POV which I know you are all dying to read, hoho!
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