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Outburst, Confusion and Decisions II

Claire was pacing back and forward on her room, trying to think things over, but her mind just kept going in circles, as if she was missing a piece to solve the puzzle. She was becoming increasingly irritated at the whole thing, her inability to sort it out and Jill inability to understand her. She kept doing that for several minutes, without really noticing the time pass. She decided to leave her room and go down to the living room.

"Getting something to drink might help me relax."

She went to the kitchen and got a glass, and while she was pouring herself some liquor the bell started to ring. She ignored it at first, and the second, and third, and fourth...but eventually the ringing got more frequent. Then it stopped, her phone vibrated over the table and she went over to get it. It had a message from Moira.

Come open the door, I know you are in there.

Claire ignored it, thought she would maybe go away if she didn't answer to it. A couple more rings and another message.

You better be coming, you have about…3 minutes.

And exactly at three minutes the door bell ringing started again, but this time non-stop, and Moira started to scream outside.

"Claaaaaaire! Oh Claaaaaaaire! Claaaaaaire!" –she would only stop to get her breath back and go at it again.

Claire was going mad with all the noise, and sooner or later someone on the neighborhood would either call the police or something to solve the problem. So she decided the lesser of two evil would be open the door and tell her to go home. So she finished her glass, refilled it and left it over the table along with the bottle, while she went to the door.

"I'm coming! Goddammit stop that already!"

Soon as she opened the door Moira just stepped inside, not even giving her the chance to shoo her off.

"Hey Claire, nice of you to open the door. How are you? I heard you needed company and a shoulder and/or ear. You drinking? I want some too if that's the case."

Moira was just moving in and taking off her coat and getting a glass, doing everything by herself as if she owned the place. After pouring herself a drink she just went and sat at the corner of the table. Claire was just baffled. Not that she was completely unused to how Moira behaved on certain occasions, but the whole thing was just baffling to her at this moment. She just closed the door while squeezing her nose bridge between the eyes, as if trying to drive a headache away.

"Look, Moira, I don't know-"

"Yes you do know why I'm here. And Rebecca only told me small tidbits so I'm not entirely sure why I am here. So start talking."

Claire just sighed, got her drink and sat on the table, same side but opposite end of where Moira was.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Sure there is. If there wasn't you wouldn't be looking so terrible. Yeah, sorry, but you do look terrible."

"Haaa. I just had a bad night, didn't sleep well, nothing major and surely nothing to-"

"Jill."

Claire faulted for a second, before trying to fix her composure before finishing her sentence.

"Nothing to talk about."

"There is. Jill. Just spill it, I'm all ears. Even though I still have no clue what is going on since Rebecca left me completely on the dark."

"There's nothing going on with Jill and-"

"Oh, but there is something with Jill then?"

"Will you just drop it?" Claire said, sounding a little angrier then she wanted, a little louder than expected. And that was her doom.

"Ok, so we figured out the problem is something related to Jill. Now, tell me what it is."

Claire just stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly drank from her glass as if trying to say "I'm done talking", but that didn't stop Moira.

"Staring won't help you at anything. So what happened? Did she do something? Did you do something to her? Did you argue about something? Or someone?"

Claire didn't really answer anything, but she tensed a bit as Moira was speaking.

"Ok so, you argued about something or someone. Can you elaborate? C'mon I'm getting fucking tired of guessing here."

Claire just gritted her teeth, and after a sigh she answered, finally giving up.

"I might have exploded on her, for…no real reason."

"No real reason? Claire Redfield, exploding without a reason? I'm sure there was a reason. What happened?"

"Nothing happened!"

"Something obviously happened! Just say what!"

Claire just started to rub her arm as if anxious about something, and shaking her leg. Gripping on her glass.

"I don't know! I got jealous I guess? I don't know!"

Silence. Claire couldn't look at Moira and Moira herself was trying to figure out what Claire meant by what she just said.

"So….jealous like…friend jealous? Or like she got something you wanted or…?"

Claire remained silent, looking away.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" Claire said, closing her eyes, like bracing herself for something.

"Quick question, weren't you and Leon an item at some point?" clearly trying to guide the conversation a certain direction, Claire just turned her eyes to her as if questioning her reasons for asking that.

"What? No. We are friends, even if my brother insisted on the contrary back then."

"Didn't you like Neil though?" Moira didn't stop, or give Claire much time to think of the why of the questions or her answers.

"No…if anything I was infatuated with his ideals? Guess the ideals go with the person I guess? So maybe in a way-"

"And Steve?"

"No. That wasn't the time or place and-"

"And Jill?"

Claire faulted again.

"And there we have it ladies and…lady I guess."

Claire was still just looking at Moira as if everything had stopped.

"You are into her. Slightly weird in my opinion due to all the circumstances...and simply cause I don't think anybody saw that coming either."

"N-No, I- No, I don't, I mean-"

"Claire. Claire." Moira said getting closer to her and placing a hand on top of Claire's knee. "Honestly? I'm terrible as this whole girl-to-girl-love-talk-thingie. So I'll be blunt as possible. And you just say "yes", and we can end all of this, and do something more productive, yeah?"

"Moira, you are not-"

"You like Jill. You got pissed at her cause something happened, guessing she either did or said something that didn't sit well with you? Maybe she has a girlfriend already and you just found out? I don't know, aaaaand from your face you just actually figured all that out just now too."

"I-"

"You…"yes"…what?"

Claire just stared at her with slanted eyes, slightly annoyed at her meddling, but finding herself unable to disagree.

"-I…yes…maybe."

"Ok, first step is accepting it!"

"…It's not a drug problem or intervention you know."

"It isn't, but that could be more fun at least." Moira said trying to be funny and not succeeding. "Sorry. But yeah, you are totally into her. And flipped out on her without giving her an actual reason from the looks of it."

Claire was just silent, feeling a tinge of guilt growing inside her.

"So what happened? She slept around or what."

And that's when Claire snapped. She started with a loud yes and then proceeded to tell Moira everything that happened the previous night, saving herself from the telling the worst moments.

"So. You jumped the gun, blamed her about something you weren't even sure happened, even if you nearly sure it did, and then instead of acting like an adult about it you acted like a spoiled brat and started throwing tantrums and being all on her face and stuff?"

"...You make me sound like a monster. I...guess you aren't that far off."

"So…"

"So what?"

"So why are you here? And not like…I don't know…telling her all that stuff? Or at the very least getting yourself ready to leave and go after her or some shit?"

Claire was speechless, so Moira pressed.

"Yeah, she made out with some skank from her workplace or whatever from what I understood. Big deal. She probably has reasons to do worse, grow up. Not that she is a saint or anything. But come on."

"Moira! You can't seriously-"

"Oh yes. I can. You might have figured it out that you like her just now, but doesn't change the fact that you flat out attacked her verbally for no reason as far as she knows. If she likes you back that might just sour the whole thing before it even starts."

"I know I did, but…wait, what did you say?"

"That she…shit, you had no idea? Rebecca said she wasn't sure but everything pointed to…oh damn, just put my foot on my mouth huh? Forget I said anything. More so cause that's not a certain thing."

"Moira…I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? You like her, worst that can happen is her not liking you back. It's not the end of the world if that's the case. I'll go out with you to drink it out if that happens."

"…Barry would call complaining if you just vanished for the night or got home drunk." Claire said trying to strafe out of what Moira was saying.

"So just put more effort into it. And…I don't know, do something instead of just moping around feeling sorry for yourself and about the whole situation." Moira said pointing Claire's outfit, completely messed up.

Claire just sighed.

"I'll go with you. Company for the trip if nothing else, ya?" Moira said giving her a leering smile.

After a few seconds of silence Claire finally conceded.

"Fine! I'll...just get changed."

"Yes, yes, pretty up then you can get your charm on and seduce her back to your room or something."

Claire just glared at her.

"What? It'll get there eventually! So sooner better then later!"

"Whatever." Claire said sighing and going up the stairs back to her bedroom.

"And tell me why you suddenly changed teams! Or actually, is it just a thing for Jill?" –Moira said, yelling the first part from the top of her lungs, and the second part on a more subdued manner, but still louder than Claire felt comfortable with.

"Moira! For god's sake, stop talking or at least stop yelling." Claire answered from up the stairs, feeling her face warm up at the embarrassment.

Claire spent the next 40 minutes or so in her room, Moira was already getting impatient. She finally decided to just go up the stairs and drag Claire out of the house if needed be, as exciting as meddling with other people's love live can be, this really wasn't her cup of tea, she honestly just wanted all of this to be over, too much drama for her tastes.

"Oi, Claire, you coming out or what? There's only so much outfits you can try on before deciding on something, especially since I never saw you on a dress…actually, don't tell me you are putting on a dress? Oh man, if you are this will be priceless." the last sentence being said as she got to Claire's room and opened the door. "Really? Going dressed like that? Isn't that vest a little…I don't know…outdated?"

Claire was using light jean pants, a red shirt and white sneakers and on her hands she was holding a pink-ish vest.

"No, just…gathering courage I guess? I don't know."

"Ok, cause that feels really off. So, let's go? Like, now?"

"Maybe-"

"No buts or maybes, we going now." Moira said grabbing Claire by the wrist. "This is your bag right? Need anything else? No? Let's go then."

Claire stuttered a few words while being literally dragged out of the house by Moira, not making much sense, not like Moira was trying to understand her either.

"Ok, here's a helmet, it's pink. Put it on and sit and let's go." Moira said sitting on her scooter.

"Isn't that too small for both of us?" -Claire said while putting the helm on, she had given up resisting at this point and was just starting to get increasingly scared of what was to come.

"Nah, it's fine." Moira said as Claire sit down behind her put her arms around her stomach area so she could hold on it. "No groping ok? You are cute and all but…"

Claire was appalled, but before she could say anything she felt Moira start giggling under her arms.

"Relaaaaaax, you are on your way to find your possible future girlfriend so get a little more hyped."

"I- Not- Aaaaaah geez, just shut up and drive." –Claire clearly wanted to say something back to Moira but she was literally out of words. The thought didn't completely leave her mind though. Was Moira really worrying about that? Maybe she was grossed out. The situation was still strange no matter how you look at it.

Pulling off from the sidewalk at a faster speed then Claire expected her to, Moira said before actually accelerating.

"Relax, it's not my cup of tea, well right now at the very least, but I'm not grossed out by the idea or by you. Or Jill."

"So you knew too?"

"-Barry let it slip out a couple times I guess? It was just a thing really, I never thought much of it."

"So everybody knew but me…really boost to confidence there."

"Hey, hey. Not my fault my father can't keep secrets. Or that you are somewhat slow about these things, not noticing anything after all these years."

Claire just pouted, and rested her forehead on Moira's back whispering a small "thank you", which she knew Moira couldn't really listen to, but she just had to say it. Moira suddenly accelerated down the road, speeding way above the supposed speed limit. Claire was scared from being so fast on a scooter of all things, with not just one person on it, but two.

"We'll be there in no time! Just hang on." Moira yelling back at Claire who just nodded, uncertain if her saying anything too loud would maybe scare Moira and make her lose control on the speeding scooter.

"I'm never getting a ride on her scooter again. Ever. If I survive this that is."

They got to the bar in just a few minutes, way faster than one would expect. Moira parked but Claire didn't make a move to leave the scooter, it was like she was frozen in place.

"Claire. We are here. Just sitting here won't really solve anything for anybody."

No response.

"I'll carry you inside myself if you don't start moving your ass."

Claire slowly stood up, took off the helmet, fixed her hair like 4 times back to back. But didn't really move from the same spot, her back to the restaurant.

"Claire...sometime this decade if you will?"

"I know, I know." Claire said, starting to regret even being there. "I don't know if that's such a-"

"Claire. Today. Your own legs or I drag you inside. Right now those are your only two choices."

"…You can be a terrible person at times."

"And you love me for that too. So let's go, I'll walk you to the door if nothing else. That sentence made me feel old, and like I was your father. All wrong, yuck."

"Ha. Can't say you are totally wrong, yeah."

They both crossed the road, Claire walking with a confident step, or what she could pull out as confidence. Getting to the door Claire just stopped again, breathing deeply as if preparing herself for something big. Moira just looked at her, rolling her eyes. She decided to check through the windows to see if she could see Jill or Rebecca inside. She saw the two of them and smirked, before returning to Claire.

"They are in there, in the corner. Looking totally cozy too." she said with a teasing tone on her voice, clearly trying to poke fun at Claire. Claire just deadpanned looking at her.

"Very mature. But thank you, guess it's up to me from here on huh?"

"You and Jill yeah, work it out like adults yeah? No more arguing like two crazy people."

"Yes yes." Claire said rolling her eyes. "But thank you." Claire said finally entering the restaurant.

At the table Rebecca saw Claire and Moira outside and just waited, for a second she wasn't sure if she should comment anything but decided against it. Jill was either ignoring the glances Rebecca was giving towards the door or wasn't noticing it. Rebecca just accepted it regardless of what it was, she was starting to worry that Claire would give up and go back when she finally started to walk toward the table.

"Well, guess that's my cue, good thing I finished my pie."

"What?" Jill asked while drinking from her second cup of coffee.

"Your princess is here. Now just calm down and talk things out yeah? I'll wait outside."

"Wait, what, wait, huh?" Jill stuttered completely lost and unprepared to what she guessed she understood Rebecca saying but not being quite sure of it. She started to turn around following Rebecca as she stood up and started to walk towards the door, then her eyes stopped on the red shirt coming her way. She didn't register it at first, as if resisting to accept it.

"Um…Jill. Hi."

"Um…Hi. Claire?"

"Nice start." They both thought after the initial contact. Silent ensued.

"Claire listen…"

"No, wait, Jill. Let me talk first."

Jill just rested back on her sit and drank another sip of her coffee, moving her hand as if saying "go on". She wasn't sure what was going on, and the situation was more stressful then it should be. She could practically feel how tense both of them were in the air between them.

"Ok." Claire breathed deeply before starting. "Sorry about blowing up on you, you did nothing to deserve it."

Jill coughed a bit of her coffee before starting. "No, I mean, yeah, I did do something regardless of why, I just don't know why you-"

"I'm getting there, just bear with me here ok? This is harder than people seem to want to make it seem." Claire said effectively cutting Jill off, sounding a little more agitated then she wanted to. "Sorry. But, continuing. Yeah, you did something, and…it's none of my business what you did or didn't do. I believe what you said about the whole thing though, for as much as that counts. I'm sorry for exploding on you for...well, what seemed no reason. I…god this is terrible, this definitively doesn't get better as you get older. Ok, look. I like you. I thought about a lot of things to say, but I simply can't come up with anything better or more interesting or more appealing. I like you, and I just figured that out myself just now, cause I'm too dense apparently. After having it shoved on my face. Repeatedly. And rudely I might add." saying that with a glare to Moira that was outside the restaurant talking with Rebecca.

"Anyways, I was jealous, and overreacted, and made a huge mess out of something that wasn't and still isn't my business. But yeah. So. That's it really. Sorry, and I like you? I don't know, I'm honestly confused right now. And slightly scared to be honest." Claire said, visibly trembling a little.

"So…going to say anything? Anything at all? Turn me down at the very least?" Claire shot all the questions in succession, feeling uncertain of herself, and not sure what was going on inside Jill's house, since she was just sitting there, as if she wasn't even listening to the conversation. "Please? Anything?"

"Claire…I'm sorry…I just…I can't…I…"

Claire froze for a second, she felt as if everything frozen for a split second, before getting her bearings back.

"…You can't what? I…don't I deserve at least a reason?"

"I just…can't, too many uncertain things, too many things you don't know. That I don't know for sure. And…"

"If you say the promise with my brother I'll feel insulted. I'm not a child, you know it, I know it. That's just an excuse. If you don't like me in the same way you can just say it, but please don't just use an excuse…please be honest."

"It's not- There's nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful, I'm sure you'd have guys lining up for a chance with you if-"

"I'm not asking about other guys. Or girls. Or any person. I'm asking you. I like you. I want to be with you, and not just as friends. I can't spell it out more clearly." Claire was getting frustrated by the half-answers she was getting. She wanted to get a direct answer out of Jill. A decisive one, be it positive or negative.

"Claire, I just... we can't, wouldn't-"

"Work out? So the problem isn't if you like me or not?" at the lack of response Claire grew a little more confident, if not a certainty it at least pointed at Jill not being totally against the idea, maybe even liking her.

"It's not just that. There's…other things."

"What other things? Please tell me. Don't leave me out of it, out of your life. We've all being trying so hard to get closer to you since you came back, but you keep pulling away…Please don't pull away from me too, especially not now. Talk to me."

Jill was anxious, feeling nervous, she wanted to jump out of the table and run away. She got a cigar and light it up. Right after she started smoking it, Claire just pulled it out of her mouth and started smoking it herself.

"If you are going to hide behind smoking a cigarette instead of answering me I'll just do the same and wait till you come out of it."

"I'm not…listen." Jill said closing her eyes. "You know that…things happened, you don't know all of it. You can't just walk here and ask me to let you inside my life more then you are already and pretend that everything else is just going to work itself out. It just won't!" Jill put a little more aggressiveness on her speech then she intended.

"I don't want to pretend anything, I just want to be with you. What's so bad about it? As long as you like me back we can work the rest out over time. Whatever it is."

"Not everything Claire, certain things we can't simply-"

"Yes we can, unless you are dying of some incurable terminal disease. Which isn't the case far as I know?" Claire said, actually meaning the question.

"…No, no terminal diseases. Not far as I know anyways."

Claire cringed at how Jill said that, not only as if she genuinely didn't know, but as if she deserved it somehow.

"No, you are not sick and dying, so everything else is something we can deal with one way or another."

"It's not-! It's not that simple Claire, something's are just not that simple."

"Yes they are, and right now there's only one simple question for you to answer. Do. You. Like. Me?"

"Claire-"

"No, I don't want to hear excuses, I just want an answer. And be honest. If you say no I'll just leave you alone, and it's all on me, but if you say yes I assure you I'm going to fight anyone, you included, to make this work. I think this is worth it."

Silence. Minutes that felt like hours for both of them.

"I-"

"Jill."

Jill took a deep breath.

"I do, I have for some time to be honest but…everything you know? I'm happy with us just being friends. Nobody gets hurt, nobody suffers, no big problems can come from it."

"So you do." Claire said with a small smile on her lips, enjoying it for a little before continuing. "Happy with just being friends? Nobody gets hurt or suffer? Very knightly of you, but that's not your decision alone to make, not anymore at the very least." Clare said with confidence. "Now you have me, and I have you. As long as you just…accept it."

"But-"

"There's no but, there's only you liking me or not, and wanting to be in this relationship or not. And sorry if I'm being presumptuous but I think you want, I know I do. It's not a phase or infatuation or just a moment thing, I genuinely want to be with you."

Jill just grabbed the cigarette back from Claire and put it away on the ashtray before continuing. She then re-told Claire more in detail about things she remembered doing while under control from Wesker, the experiments, all the mental stress and general torture, her memories of it all, fragmented as they were. She kept small details to herself, things she felt ashamed of, but she poured out everything else to Claire, her fear of not being human anymore, of eventually breaking down under pressure, among other things. After all was done Claire just closed her eyes, unshed tears at their corners, she just breathed deeply a few times then started.

"So what?"

Jill was baffled, almost offended.

"So what? So what?! How can you-"

"Being alone isn't going to solve any of that, pushing people away is not going to fix any of that! Denying you, denying me, won't fix any of that. Virus? I was also injected with...whatever that witch injected us with, but I'm fine, you are fine, we are fine. And you give yourself way too little credit. You are better than that." Claire finally opened her eyes, looking directly at Jill who had this hard expression on her face. "we are better then that, or what could possible be us." She then held Jill's hand who initially tugged away but didn't really resist it. "We can work these things out, you just need to let me in, let us be a thing if that is supposed to happen. I said I would just walk away if you didn't like me back, but you do, so I will fight even you for this." –Claire finished with a somewhat sad smile.

Jill just laid her head back looking at the ceiling for a few seconds, thinking about everything.

"Well, she is right…there's...just nothing I can say, she is right. And it's not like I don't want it either..."

"Just...promise...if anything ever-"

"If anything ever happens I'm going after you to yank you out of whatever mess it is if Chris don't beat me to it."

"Claire-"

"I know you would do the same, so…" Claire said with a quirky smile, small tears finally falling down her face as she realized what Jill was going with her line of thought.

"Yeah, you are right actually. Sorry. Hehe. This sure was way more stressing then it needed to be huh?" Jill said resting her head on her other hand, finally letting a smile crawl up her lips.

"Yeah, well, it us, nothing can be exactly easy considering our past and everything."

"Yeah I guess." Jill sighed exhausted. Claire was about to say something but Jill started talking before she had the chance. "Ok, but this feels odd so, there's one thing I need to do to fix it."

"Eh?"

"Claire?"

"Yeah?" Claire answered, not sure of what was going on.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Jill said with a coy smile, her face flushed.

"After all this?"

"What can I say? Doesn't feel right if I don't ask you I guess? I don't know, just me being weird I guess?" Jill said looking down at the table and blushing up her ears.

"I…see, I guess?" Claire said with a somewhat silly smile slapped on her face. "Yes Jill, I do."

"Hehe, thanks."

They held hands for a little while, after exchanging glances, they both looked away. Jill out of the window and Claire down at the table. Claire had both her hands on the table, holding one of Jill's hand, who was in exchange caressing her hand with her thumb, while resting her chin on her other hand.

"Cmon now, a kissy kiss! You two are too slow, Jesus fucking Christ!" they suddenly heard Moira practically scream from the table behind Jill. Rebecca also got up from her sit and made a kissy face.

"Come one, since when did you two move there? And Claire! You should've said something."

"I-I wasn't paying attention, sorry! Anyways, home? We've been here most of the day, we could at least have dinner at home-" Claire stopped the sentence as if wanting to say something else, but never continued.

"Yes! Food! Let's go, Becky you are with me, let's go, dinner is on Claire, let's binge!"

"Yeah! Wait, Becky? Since when are we so close, and hey I'm older then you!" Rebecca complained while following Moira outside the restaurant.

"That. Was a pain." Moira said when finally reaching her scooter.

"Sorry, I just needed someone that could talk with her and make her...i don't know, wake up I guess? Only other option would be Chris and that'd be just totally weird."

"Yeah, this was totally weird for me too, on maaaaaany levels. Love talk is really not my kind of thing. I just annoyed her till she decided to do something about it, could have backfired."

"Yeah, I know, it's what I expected, kinda. Was counting on luck to a certain extend."

"Glad to be of service. You owe me one now."

"Psh fine. We riding this scooter then? Isn't it a little too small for two people?"

"Nah, completely fine, Claire just came with me on it and everything was fine." Moira said with a grin, before starting off the road and accelerating to ridiculous speed again right after the first street crossing they passed.

Back at the restaurant Jill and Claire were still at the table, looking back at each other after seeing the two other women leave.

"I'm not sure if I should be thankful or annoyed with them anymore at this point."

"Thankful I'd say? But at least a little mad is totally understandable." Claire answered holding back a giggle.

"You...are right." –Jill said, as if conceding defeat. "Let's go home."

"Sure."

They both got up and Claire waited by the door while Jill paid the bill, thanked the waitress and said sorry for the mess they made, and something else Claire couldn't make out, but from how the girl looked at her and the sudden slightly sad face Jill probably had turned her down. Claire just noticed it was the same girl from the previous night and felt a little bad for her, but also felt happy for herself. She couldn't hold back her smile so she walked out the store and decided to wait by the motorcycle. Jill finally out the restaurant went to the motorcycle, passing Claire a helmet before sitting on it. Claire just stood there staring at the motorcycle for a while.

"Whats wrong?"

"I had a terrible experience driving here with Moira. I know you drive just fine, but I just-"

While Claire was saying that Jill just walked up to her and held her hand, then got closer and placed a gentle kiss on Claire's lips, getting her completely off-guard. Claire just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, the supposedly quick kiss lasted longer, and when she started to think Jill would deepen the kiss, she just broke it.

"I'll properly to drive us back. So just sit back and relax." Jill said with a coy smile.

Claire flaring up to her ears was speechless for a moment, feeling elated and a little disappointed.

"That was unfair." she pouted.

Jill just smiled back at her, while getting in the motorcycle. Claire just sighed, with a little longing on it, that she didn't expect.

"They did have a point." Jill said, while pulling off onto the street.

"Yeah, I guess so." Claire said with a smile.

"We'll have more time for each other once we get home."

"Mmm."

They were both silent the whole ride back, just enjoying each other's company, and thinking about everything that happened, and just things in general. Jill managed to keep her mind from going too far into the decidedly bad side of things and focused on the good and now for a change, and for now it was working.

"And hopefully things keep going well tomorrow and onward."

AN:

Ok, here we get to the end of the first part of the story,or well the part i had something noted and/or planned. Got more ideas along the way, but those might take a little longer for me to put out since i'm still unsure about the story so far.

Again it turned longer then i expected, and felt actually more confusing then i thought it would, i guess just too much dialog? and some details i didn't want to go too deeply into cause it would interfere with things that would happen later when/if i continue this.

So, once more, thank you for reading, reviews and constructive criticism are always welcomed. Your inputs would help to improve my writing and the story as a whole (as far as i can improve it), and help me gauge how it is going.

So thanks again, and see you next time. (probably sometime this week for a new chapter)