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"Lemme say it again, honey. You are sizzling hot! Baby girl here didn't do you enough justice when she described you." April drunkenly exclaims while still clinging on to Santana's hand for a little more, much to Brittany and Quinn's horror.
"I-I… Uhmm… Thank yo-" Santana utters not entirely sure how to approach the conversation properly.
"And golly wowers! I can see your abs through that white shirt! Give me some 3D glasses and be close enough to those twinsies and it'll feel like I'm motorboa-"
"Alright, enough!" Quinn declares, effectively shutting April up.
"Y-Yeah. I think that's enough for o-our- U-Uh…" Brittany trails off and gives Quinn a stern look to fill in the blanks.
"F-For our, you k-know…" Quinn quips back and returns the same panicked look while Santana and April look dumbly at them, waiting for an answer.
"O-Our really nice, esteemed confidante?" Brittany awkwardly grins as she fills in the blanks for Quinn, immediately regretting her words when her friend gives her a 'Really?' look.
"Yes!" Quinn exclaims a little too loud. She walks over to where April is and puts an arm over the woman's shoulder in an awkward gesture and a forced grin. "Brittany and I's… U-Uhmm… Valued guest." She adds and all Brittany could do is stare in horror at the unfortunate events transpiring.
Santana and April wordlessly stare at them for a few seconds as they bask in the awkwardness of it all. Finally, April breaks the ice by being her normal self.
"Well, that's just fucking horrible! You make me sound like a virgin Michelle Obama!" She exclaims before taking a sip and laughing like a madwoman to herself.
"Wait, is that alcoh-" Santana trails off before being cut off by April again.
"Hell yeah, but don't tell anyone or we'll have to share it with other people."
"Right." Santana nods and ultimately chuckles at the woman's honesty, making the atmosphere a little lighter. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ma'am. What was it again?" She adds with a hopeful smile while the internal panic sets again for Brittany and Quinn. Thankfully or not really, April senses their need for help and saves them from further embarrassment.
"Aww… Aren't you charming? Well, I like to refer to myself as Mama or the Queen but on most days it's April Rhodes."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, April Rhodes. Where are you from?"
"Oh, I-I'm from… U-Uh…" April cuts herself off by looking around the room for an alias she can use. The best friends glance at each other, silently picking up on what the psychic is trying to do.
"Apple?" Brittany mutters under her breath when the first thing she sees is the phone in her hand.
"'Apple'? Like the fruit or the computer?" April whispers back at the friends behind her.
"Apple? Like Apple Valley?" Santana repeats, a little unsure if that's what she heard exactly.
"No, that's too obvious." Quinn scoffs and looks around her to see her bracelet on the study table. "Swarovski?"
"And you say Apple is too obvious." Brittany chimes, rolling her eyes.
"What was that? Starsky?" April echoes back, leaning behind a little.
"Starsky? Is that German?" Santana repeats as she squints her eyes at the psychic, confused.
"Oh, honey no!" April brushes it off with a chuckle and instantly goes serious again. "I think that's my sister's name. We got a little Russian or somethin'. That ugly bitch." She adds nonchalantly.
Santana nods and sighs, completely baffled. "So, what is it then?"
"W-Well," April turns to her right and sees her half full bottle of Scotch on Brittany's table. At the sight of it, she devilishly grins to herself before turning her attention back at the brunette. "I'm from Glenmorangie."
"Glenmorangie?" The trinity utters in unison.
"Yeah, like the Scotch. Bet you wish you were from there, didn't you, Santi?" April replies with a dopey grin while the two blondes behind her just share a look of disbelief.
"That's actually the first time I've heard of that place. Where is it, exactly?"
"I-It's… You know, I think from the UK. Maybe US. Probably BS for bullsh-"
"I guess it's safe to say that April here was born overseas but grew up here in California. Right, April?" Brittany scoffs through a forced grin in which April just nods at.
"I've never heard of it but I think it's cool that you were born overseas that's named after a nice bottle of Scotch. That's pretty awesome." Santana responds with a shy smile.
"I like the fact that you think I'm not older than the Scotch but I'll take that any day, sweetie."
"It was a genuine compliment."
"You're perfect, dear. I'm not gay but are you single?" April utters with a semi-serious tone. Santana chuckles and just brushes it off with a smile.
"So, April? Do you mind if I call you that?"
"You can call me whatever you want and say my name however you see fit. I will happily turn gay for you. You don't have to remember my name, Santitits." April jests with a big grin but is immediately cut off by Brittany clearing her throat behind her.
"We're losing ground here, April." Brittany whispers.
"I mean, that's what she said, right?" The psychic exclaims and laughs at her own joke. "Well, I actually did say that last night to this hot Mexican guy. And the night before that to this cute British man. And the other night to this Asian man. Oh jolly, Glenmorangie's worldwide, bitch!" She adds, complete with thumping her chest.
Santana squints her eyes once again. How drunk is this woman? She disregards her own thoughts and directs her attention to Quinn on the right. "I'm sorry. I'm blanking again. She's your-"
"Unbelievably cool and better Aunt." April cuts the brunette off, taking a step back to stand side by side with Quinn and putting an arm over the girl's shoulder while slight tiptoeing for a second before eventually giving up on trying to literally level with their height.
"Me?" Quinn asks with wide eyes.
"Well, are you and baby girl related?" April innocently inquires for everyone to hear. When Quinn shakes her head, the psychic turns her attention back to Santana again. "Then I'm her Aunt April!"
"Y-Yeah. April here's my Aunt, Santana. My Aunt. My mom's sister who I'm related to." Quinn grudgingly repeats, awkwardly leaning her head towards April's and lightly fist bumping the psychic's arm. "S-She's a really great Aunt. Even going as far to visit me and sticking around for a few days. Along with some alcohol that I most probably need after this."
"Wait. So, you're Russian, Quinn?" Santana echoes with a little smile.
"I am?" Quinn replies with a bit of surprise.
"Well, April did say her sister is Russia-"
"Oh, that!" Quinn cuts Santana off with a nervous laugh. "Well, yeah? But I think It's the other Aunt or something. Our family tree is complicated but we shouldn't talk about that anymore since it's not really interesting."
"One of us is adopted!" April whispers loud enough to Santana but everyone hears it anyway as she slowly gestures to Quinn with a slow nod.
"Well, I think it's really sweet that you're close." Santana comments and takes a quick glance of her watch before looking up again. "And speaking of that, I think I better get back. My parents are home right now and I'm kind of on lockdown until after they leave this Friday before the party."
Brittany, for the first time since she saw April in their room, takes a really deep breath out of relief. "R-Right. I'll see you out then."
"Aww… It's too early for you to go, Santatas, Stick some more."
"It's Santana." The brunette seems to contemplate it for a second. "Well…"
Out of the blue, Brittany laughs out loud which only comes out as forced and desperate to everyone except Santana. "Well, that's all awesome. San, thanks for fetching my phone. And correct me if I'm wrong but you have an early class tomorrow morning too, right?"
"W-Well, yeah-"
Brittany cuts her off again while dragging the brunette towards the door as she rambles on. "Plus, Porkchop and Meatloaf need you. So, we really should call it a night. I'll see you tomorrow, alright? Don't forget to text me when you get home. Goodnight, San." She exclaims before the brunette is completely out the door.
"It was nice meeting you, Apri-"
As soon as she shuts the door behind her, she gives April a hard look. "What the hell was that? I thought we were going for something lowkey?!"
"We can't have that, honey. April always flies on high octaves!" The psychic exclaims and walks over to her bottle of Scotch to refill her cup.
"She did save us, Britt. I mean, Glenmorangie? That's freaking genius, April." Quinn remarks and subtly high fives April.
"I was actually going to go for Widow Jane or Old Blowhard but it makes me sound like I'm from the Wild West who secretly has a stripper life. Now that I think about it, that would have been cooler! Dang it!"
Brittany sighs. It really is true, the psychic just saved their asses from what could have been a more complicated twist of the story. "You're right. We got to hand it over to April. Thank you for that."
"No biggie! I've always liked doing those kinds of role play anyway."
"Uh… I think you have the role play thing confused with something el-"
"Believe me when I say they're all the same, Tay-Tay." April cuts Brittany off and winks before taking a hefty sip from her cup. "She is all kinds of wonderful, isn't she?"
"She is. Beautiful, smart, and now that we've been spending a lot of time together, I've discovered that she's all that and more. She's really wonderful."
"Ooh… Tell me more, tell me more. Like did she have a car?" The psychic mockingly singsongs, irking Brittany a little which she disregards anyway. "Oh, that just gave me an idea of what my costume for Halloween is! Anyway, what's next?"
"What do you mean?" Quinn chimes in.
"I'm having so much fun with all that's going on, we can't stop now. Mama likes the adrenaline!"
"No, we can't do that. Besides, you're not even allowed here in the first place. How did you get in?" Brittany speaks up.
"You'd be surprised with how much I get mistaken for a young one by using my sexual prowess." April adds. "I'm gonna stay for the weekend anyway. So, might as well get on with it."
"I don't know, April…" Brittany trails off, a bit unsure.
"It's all good, munchkin. April Rhodes will show you how to live! I mean, gay edition for you, of course. I want you to know that I'm a bigtime supporter." April drunkenly utters.
"Yeah, nothing wrong with her staying, B." Quinn supports the statement, pouring herself some whiskey as well.
"I'll behave myself but I can't promise. Does that make sense?" April quips with a dopey grin.
Brittany sighs as she thinks about it, it's probably a bad decision but it's not like there's another option. Besides, it's only for the weekend. Hopefully.
"Fine." She breathes deeply through her nose as Quinn and April instantly grin at the statement. "But out of curiosity, where will you stay after the weekend?"
"Oh, I failed to mention that part. My Sugar Daddy bought me a house just off campus. It's a really fine joint, by the way. Just needs a day or two to move all my stuff which is why I'm crashing at your ugly neighbor's place. So, while I'm here, we gonna party like it's nobody's business! Now where do we get some boys of legal age who wanna get up this jelly?!" April rambles on to herself before downing the rest of her cup's content.
Brittany and Quinn chuckles but nevertheless relents. It's not everyday they get a visitor like this, might as well enjoy the company while it lasts.
"It's a Wednesday but I'm sure there's a party somewhere in campus right now. Let me just go change into something I can be comfy in when I pass out after drinking too much." Quinn quips before busying herself a few feet away, leaving April and Brittany alone to themselves. "By the way, B. Your mom called me a while ago to remind me about going home with you for the weekend? I totally forgot it's her birthday."
Brittany clicks her tongue. "Crap, I forgot to tell you. Sorry about that. Anyway, it really is just for the weekend and you're always invited to everything anyway. So, watcha say?"
"You know that I'm always up for going back to your hometown but mostly because your mom's lasagna is to die for but have you ever thought of inviting Santana instead?"
"W-What? Q, we've only been dating for-" Brittany tries to counter but is cut off by Quinn.
"B, it's not like your parents don't know her. You went to high school together."
"Woah, you did? My, you're really going for the long play here." April chimes in but Brittany ignores the statement.
Quinn chuckles and glances at Brittany. "All I'm saying is that you think about it. And if you're worrying about me being alone here, I won't be. April and I will be just fine. Just bring us back some of that lasagna and we're good. Right, Glenmorangie?"
"As long as we've got some booze then I'll live." April responds with a big grin.
Brittany contemplates it for a moment. There's really nothing wrong with that except that it's going to make things so freaking complicated. Even more so. The potion. The antidote. Lying to Quinn. Santana's family meeting her. Her family meeting Santana. The rules of the potion. The rules of the antidote. Oh god. Just thinking about it makes her a little dizzy. It's like going neck deep into a quicksand where there's no way out.
"You know what, I'll think about it. But if ever I do go back home with her, you should stay in here for the weekend instead at our neighbor's, April. Just don't get yourselves into trouble." Brittany utters, her answer satisfactory to everyone in the room.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to ask. Have you used the antidote already?" April speaks up as she takes a sip of her drink.
"T-The what? A-Antidote? Oh yeah, t-thanks for that." Brittany stutters nervously. April nods once while Quinn sneaks a look at her from the closet with a smile.
"No problem, mi amiga! I underestimated how fast you moved with that antidote. I honestly thought you were going to wait some more before using it with your moral shimmy shimmy and all." April teases with a smile. "So, our work here is done then? Unless you chicas still aren't banging."
Thinking about it, this is probably the best time to come clean. There's nothing wrong with owning up to her lie but then again, what's the rush if you can savor the remaining days to come if she can give the antidote at the very last minute before it becomes permanent, right? And so it's decided. Not wanting to blow her cover just yet, Brittany shrugs as she fixes her glasses.
"Not yet, April. Not yet." She almost whispers as a response to April's last statement even though she fully knows which question she's particularly leaning to.
It boggles Brittany's mind to think that the thought of having April around for a few days would result to a disaster.
To put it in the simplest of ways, Brittany is just so fucking wrong. April Rhodes from Glenmorangie, as she is famously known in campus right now, is a freaking goddess.
It was clear that the moment April stepped foot at some lame party, their weekend took a turn for the better. She and Quinn have never received so much free booze in their life. She can't even count how many times people have complimented Quinn for having such a great aunt and how happy her childhood might have been with April being around her. They don't know how it happened but suddenly, April Rhodes from Glenmorangie is a superstar in campus with a rich backstory.
One version of the story set her out as a single woman in a rural town south of the country ruled by a strict pastor who doesn't want anyone around him to have fun or dance. So, not really having enough of a leg room to make herself grow as a person and seeing that she just wants to freaking sing and dance, she launched herself into exerting every effort to make the strict pastor reconsider his views. To say the least, April was successful in her endeavors and is still trying to live the dream.
Another account of April's rich backstory showed her as a young kid adopted by Quinn's mother's family after she tragically lost her parents in an adventure gone wrong in the wild where they were mauled by a Sabertooth tiger. Rumor has it that April survived in the wild for three straight days, naked and afraid, before she was rescued by authorities from a female Gorilla.
That, and the rendition of April as a high school dropout, theatre enthusiast, and semi-recovering alcoholic slash psychic who's planning to stage an all-white version of The Wiz within the next year with her Sugar Daddy's money to launch her long-awaited theatre career. Ironically, no one believes this version.
Shit kinda got out of hand with all those sorts of theories but Brittany and Quinn eventually found out that it was April herself who was making all those backstories for herself. Simply because she was too drunk to remember the shit she told them which is why she just starts her story from scratch again the next time. They caught her one time explaining to a handful of eagerly drunk and stoned college kids on how she overcame adversity when her father left she and Quinn's mother to join the dark side. To say that this is probably the first time they've seen college students really listening to someone lecturing them is an understatement. Quinn could swear she saw a couple of fraternity guys crying when April broke out into a mellow rendition of 'I Will Survive'.
Honestly, the last two days have actually been great. Classes during the day, Brittany bonding with Santana's parents during dinner, and basically partying all night with April and Quinn. It's pretty freaking crazy.
So, when Hallows' Eve came rolling around, the three blonde women all wondered what the next few hours will hold for them. Costumes, booze, and a bunch more can certainly make up for a good night. Oh, and Brittany still hasn't told Santana what her costume is even after so many attempts to break her but to no avail. So, it's safe to say that Santana is definitely looking forward to this tonight.
"So, how do I look?" Brittany happily exclaims when she puts the final touches in her costume for Quinn to see. The latter stares at her for a good few seconds before breaking the ice.
"You're really going as that? Are we holding a funeral for your vagina later? And where is that from?"
Brittany rolls her eyes and looks at herself in the mirror. "Well, aren't you being supportive? It's from Star Wars. And come on, it's Halloween. We can dress up however we want."
"Exactly. It's the one day you're given permission to dress up like a ho but you my dear, are dressed up like you don't want to be touched by anyone for the next decade. What in the goddamn hell are you anyway? A homeless person?"
Brittany shakes her head in disbelief and grabs a cookie from the nearby stash on her desk to munch on. "Aym yan nee fo!"
"Is that French?"
"Yan nee fo grum Far Woors!" Brittany utters while munching the last of her cookie.
"I don't speak virgin either, honey. I give up." Quinn mutters and throws her hands up in the air.
"Whatever, Q. Where's April, by the way?"
"She went ahead to the party. Something about getting first dibs on Danny Zuko."
"Ooh.. I thought Sandy was supposed to be a little demure and hard to get?"
"I think that's why she opted for the leather clad Sandy. So, the great pastor who won't allow her to dance won't judge her." Quinn laughs at their antics while putting up the last touch in her Slutty Pirate costume. "So, have you made up your mind about inviting Santana back home?"
Brittany sighs, pushing her up glasses. "I'm still undecided about that. But we'll see later."
"With your costume, I doubt she'll accept your invitation."
"Please. I'm cute!" Brittany exclaims with a grin, showing off her costume again.
"Britt, my costume is cute. It's interpreted as 'I-need-to-get-laid-but-I'm-not-desperate' but this," She motions to Brittany. "This, my dear is, 'I-plan-to-stay-as-a-virgin-until-a-flying-car-is-invented'. You have failed me, my child."
Brittany sighs and just grabs her prop from her bed. "I'll be fine, Slutty Pirate. Besides Santana and I are coordinating."
"Really? What is she going as, your chastity belt?"
"No." Brittany trails off with a stern gaze at Quinn. "She's going as Princess Leia wearing the village dress when they were in Endor from Return of the Jedi and well, I'm just my cute self." She adds with a grin.
"This is enough Virgin 101 for me. But sure, you look a little cute in that. I'm sure Santana will go gaga over you." Quinn exclaims, grabbing her necessities before taking one last glance at the mirror.
"Yeah, I hope so." Brittany smiles shyly and motions towards the door. "Ready to go? Yo ho ho! Let's get you some rum, eh?" She adds with a mock Pirate accent.
"Shut up, B." Quinn rolls her eyes with a slight chuckle. "Yep, let's go show them what their missing, shall we?"
"Oh, please. You're gonna make someone your bitch tonight with what you're wearing." Brittany devilishly grins and holds the door open for Quinn.
"That's the plan. We need someone to do the laundry for us." Quinn jests. "Wait, are you still wearing your glasses with that? You'll look better without them."
"You'll look better without my glasses on, bitch." Brittany utters with an evil laugh before they shut the door behind them.
Brittany's been stopped for the second time for a picture since she's arrived at the house party. And that's only from the front door. Surprisingly, a lot of people recognized her costume and the moment they laid eyes on her, they automatically grin widely and erupt into a couple of 'Aww's. To say so, she self-declares her costume as a hit and before her make up runs or she's stopped again, she hastily tries to find Santana after she and Quinn separated with the latter setting out to find April.
"Baby girl!" She hears the familiar voice of April beside her. Almost unable to hear it because of the unbelievably loud music blaring through the speakers.
"April!" Brittany exclaims with a grin.
"Hot damn, look at how cute you are! Are you Hagrid from Harry Potter?"
Brittany chuckles. "Thanks but no, I'm from Star Wars! By the way, Quinn has been looking for you! I think she's getting drinks for herself."
"About damn time! I'll go find her and tell her Sandy's been a big hit so far!"
"You should!" She utters and before April leaves her side. "Have you seen Santana?"
"Yeah, she's over by the fireplace. Home girl's looking hot too! I don't know what she's wearing but it looks like she came out from a fairytale! Respect!" April drunkenly blurts out. "I request that you bump this, baby girl!" She adds while holding out her fist for Brittany, something the latter fist bumps with utmost hesitation.
"Something I learned by hanging around you crazy kids. Ta-ta!" The psychic shouts as she disappears into the crowd while Brittany is left to shake her head in disbelief before going back to find her date.
Momentarily, she finally captures a sight of Santana from the corner of the house by the fireplace, speaking with a few people. Brittany crosses the threshold of the living room, careful not to poke someone with her prop spear, and sees Santana clearly this time geared up in the costume she promised.
And yes, the costume fits her perfectly. She really does look like someone from a fairytale with her hair down and curled up, wearing a brown and white village dress that could resemble those from the Renaissance or Medieval Period. Basically, a white long-sleeved top is worn under a short-sleeved brown dress giving off a rustic look. Not stopping there, Santana's brown dress has a little slit coming through from the side of her dress and some cleavage that's just enough to tease Brittany. Luckily, the random people talking to the brunette excuses themselves and Santana looks up just in time to see Brittany walking towards her.
Santana's expression upon seeing her is nothing short of cute. The moment Brittany grins at her, the brunette instantly returns the grin albeit wider. Santana literally holds a hand to her chest and takes a step back like she's losing balance in the act of feigning a having a heart attack, making Brittany giggle when she's finally settled beside Santana. Her jaws probably hurting right now with how genuinely surprised and happy she is of seeing Brittany. She's honestly and genuinely speechless. This is so much better than she imagined.
"Oh m-my g-god! Y-You're a-an Ewok!" Santana exclaims with a light chuckle.
"Guilty as charged!" Brittany responds with the same enthusiastic tone. "I told you it'll be awesome and look, we're still a pair!"
Santana laughs and takes another good look at her date's costume. Brittany is dressed in an oversized one-piece, dark brown, suede pajamas with a big patch of white fur space in the front torso area partnered up with dark brown furry suede boots. Aside from this, the blonde is also sporting a light brown almost orange hood that runs from the top of her head until Brittany's stomach. To finish off the look, a pair of teddy bear ears are erected on Brittany's head along with some fake fur around the face area and a bit of dark make up just on the tip of the blonde's nose. In short, Brittany resembles a teddy bear in her pudgy and oversized costume and it's so fucking cute.
"You're so freaking cute, Britt! I honestly thought you were going as Han Solo!"
"Well, it would have been too obvious along with dressing up as Slave Leia. Besides, I can't pass up the chance to dress as an Ewok with you dressed as like that from the Endor scene in Return of the Jedi. It's amazing, isn't it?" She exclaims, holding up her prop spear for effect.
This time, Santana just smiles. This is just too darn perfect that words aren't needed to convey what she wants to say without speaking. "I love you, Britt." She simply utters and leans in for a quick kiss on Brittany's lips, rendering the blonde speechless.
"I love you too, San." She manages to croak out. "Oh, now look at you. You have a little make up on your nose because of me."
"Let it be, babe." The brunette chuckles. "How about I get you some drink? Beer or that almost poisonous stuff they serve here?"
"You know, I've been spending too much time with April," She cuts herself off while fixing her glasses. "Quinn's aunt, that I'm under the notion that I'm immune to alcohol. So, let's have that poison thingy!" She adds and adorably shakes her huge bear ears for effect.
"Awesome." Santana laughs out loud. "Do the sound Ewoks make first though and when I come back, you gotta tell me how the hell you made this costume!" She adds as they laugh some more.
The past few hours was filled with laughter and just fun times all around with them partying like it's their last. She and Santana just hit it off the whole way while Quinn and April were having the time of their lives partying and getting themselves wasted as they joined the couple every now and then.
And before the night ends as Santana walks her back to her dorm room, Brittany remembers Quinn's words of inviting Santana back home for the weekend. Since she's already half-drunk with just an unbelievably high confidence right now, she just goes for it and decides that she's got nothing to lose and a lot to gain. She thinks.
"Do you want to go back home with me tomorrow for the weekend? It's my mother's birthday." Brittany exclaims and catches Santana aback for a second as they stop in front of her room.
"Like, you want me to meet your family?"
"Yeah?" Brittany fake grins.
Santana smiles that one Brittany's so fond of. Just completely taking her breath away. Never mind how much it's going to be a lot more complicated with all that's going on.
"Sure, Britt. I'd love to." Santana replies, giving the blonde a tender kiss in the process. After what must have been a complete minute of making out in the hallway that was only cut off by a passerby dressed as Cher, they finally pull apart with a few chuckles at their silliness.
"So, this is goodnight. I'll pick you up tomorrow?"
"Of course." Brittany utters with a smirk before leaning closer again and bidding Santana with a goodnight kiss.
"Can't wait. Goodnight, Britt!" The brunette declares as she walks away with a big smile on her face.
Brittany sighs deeply as she watches Santana walk away. Thinking about everything that's happened for the past hour as it slowly comes back to her. She almost regrets inviting Santana were it not for the simple reason that it's going to be amazing. Santana meeting her family, them spending the weekend together back home in Santa Barbara, chilling out without worrying about a damn thing. It does sound perfect. But getting a clear head about all this, it's about to get even more complicated. She's just so deep into this already. Just so, so freaking complicated.
But then a sudden thought pops in her mind. Maybe she can use this weekend to get some answers? Actually, that's it! There are just so many questions right now going through her mind like the reason why Santana turned her down when she asked her out before and the like. That's going to be her mission this weekend.
Find out as much as she can because if she's going to be honest, the more time she spends with Santana, the more she believes that black magic isn't true. Or maybe that's what she's trying to make herself believe so the guilt of lying to her best friend won't eat her alive until she comes back.
Holy smokes.
Brittany sighs and wonders that she freaking needs to take a moment to herself and reevaluate how she makes life decisions with all that's been happening right now.
Thoughts? Might upload again in a few days. We'll see.
Hope I made you smile. Have a great weekend!
