Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! I do own up to my teenage hormones writing certain parts of this chapter!
Chapter Ten
"So tell me what do I need
When words lose their meaning
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me
Yeah, stumble 'til you crawl
Sinking into sweet uncertainty."
~ Jimmy Eat World
The first few moments of waking are filled with peace as my body slowly becomes alert. It's one of the only times when Izzy is simply relaxed, stretching in her own way as I point our toes down and arch our back, feeling the satisfying crack of our joints and the release of tension from our muscles.
I take my time opening my eyes, blinking into the soft bright light of the room.
Warmth moves away from my back.
I scream.
What the fuck? What?
Someone is here, in our bed.
What the fuck?
I struggle to untangle myself from the covers, gasping out a quiet scream when strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me to the bed. The warmth is back, secure against my spine. "Shhh, Bella. Bella it's me," a low, smooth voice whispers in my ear, lips touching the lobe and brushing against my hair.
My body relaxes and I melt back into Edward, happy to simply fall into another slumber. His hand gently rubs my hipbone.
What is he doing here? How the fuck did he get in?
Both were rather good questions; Izzy had made it a point to ritually lock the doors and windows in every room and, as far as I knew, Edward doesn't have a key. There is literally no way he could have gotten into my house, let alone my locked bedroom.
My hand moves to grasp Edward's where his fingers had been tapping against my stomach. I smooth my palm over his knuckles. "How did you get in here?"
Izzy mocks me. Stop being so fucking sweet.
I'm sure there's a good reason.
We're dating a fucking psycho! I knew he was too good-
"I'm not sure about that," Edward says quietly, uncertainly. "I've been known to sleepwalk, but this is something else."
I furrow my brows, still blinking sleep away from my eyes as I hum low in my throat. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure," he sighs, pressing his face into the nape of my neck. "I'm sure I'm just imagining things."
He's fucking crazy!
No crazier than we are, Izzy. He, at least, has one personality.
Edward's arms tighten around me. "I do have a question for you, though."
Something about the tone of his voice makes me tense – it's not particularly harsh or inquisitive. It's almost too casual.
"What's that?"
The silence between us is thick – like an elephant is hanging around my closet and neither of us want to point it out because then the animal would charge.
"How long have you been living alone?" He finally asks.
I release a breath.
There were so many other ways he could have asked and Edward opted for the least invasive.
Least invasive? How is any of this shit his business?
Are you kidding me? God, I hate that you're not a morning person.
I hate that you're not a night owl. Really, what self-respecting almost seventeen year old actually goes to sleep at eleven? It's pathetic!
It's responsible!
Lame.
Oh, whatever.
Izzy growls at me and disappears from my forefront.
I bite my lip and turn over so I'm facing Edward.
I hadn't prepared myself for what Edward looks like in the morning – something about his slightly flushed cheeks, heavy eyes and mussed hair sent a pang into my heart. Even the light stubble along his jaw line made my mouth dry.
It was unfair he looked so perfect so early in the day.
I can't stop myself from tracing the faint crease on his cheek from one of my pillows. "Less than two weeks."
His eyes close, his lips press together. "Should have known. I should have fucking known. Thought it was so fucking weird when there was never a car and the lights-"
I press my fingers over his lips, stopping his muttering. "I never told you, Edward. It's not a big deal."
And it wasn't anymore. Except for the bills that all arrived earlier this week in the mail, everything was fine. It's not like I had much interaction with my pseudo parents in the first place.
His hands tighten on my waist. "It's a huge deal. How are you eating? You're so tiny already."
I feel my face heating in a flush. "I eat."
Edward frowns, though. "A vegetarian, too. There's no way your getting enough nutrition. Do you have to take vitamins?"
Of course he would ask that. He's so smart.
I didn't want to admit that I ran out of supplemental vitamins earlier this week or that I couldn't afford to replace them if I wanted to have heat, too. "No. I don't need vitamins," I lie.
He doesn't look convinced but lets it slide.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You've seen my parents," I reply by way of explanation.
Fury flashes in Edward's eyes. "Yeah. I have seen him," he spits.
I'm taken aback by the venom in his normally gentle voice and know exactly what he saw – Felix that night at the hospital fundraiser dinner. I'd almost forgot about it.
My hand reaches up and smoothes back his wild hair. Not styled, his hair is a riot, sticking up in mindless tufts. It's endearing and extremely attractive. "That's over now."
Edward holds my eyes for a long moment, reading for truth in my returning gaze. He still appears skeptical so I continue, swallowing thickly. "Not since I was very little," I tell him. "My mother, Chelsea, stopped him. He only got touchy when he had a few drinks and even then, I've had Izzy to stop him. He's…he is the reason why I'm two people."
Edward turns his head and presses a gentle, intimate kiss on the palm of my hand. "I'm glad he's gone," he confesses. "But I'm sorry you're all alone in this big house."
As he said it, I could almost see a light bulb go off in his head and a new message read behind his eyes – But you won't be alone here ever again.
He's totally going to sneak out, isn't he?
You bet your ass he will.
That's so sweet.
Edward squeezes my hand and I realize, quite suddenly, how close our bodies are. Awareness slams into me; my thighs are pressed into his, our stomachs close, our breath mingling.
My heart begins to pound and I feel color bloom on my cheeks. We hadn't done much by way of physical expression – certainly no bases crossed – but now, on Friday morning, an hour before school, I wanted nothing more than to round a few bases.
What's wrong with me?
Right? I thought you were me for a minute. Who knew the vegan princess could crave some meat?
"What's got you blushing so much?" Edward murmurs, tracing a finger over the curve of my cheek. Something about the impish glint in his eye tells me he knows exactly what is on my mind.
Edward hardly waits before leaning forward and brushing his lips across mine.
I jerk back, slapping a hand over my mouth before he can seduce me into a wonderful make out session.
His brows burrow, meeting up in the middle, as one side of his lips quirk up. "Bella?"
"Morning breath," I whisper, barely lifting my hand from my mouth. My mouth didn't feel fuzzy thanks to the double brushing I'm fond of, but still – I wouldn't want to scare away my first boyfriend with dragon breath.
"Baby, I just woke up, too. Let me kiss you," he laughs, prying my hand away from my face.
Stroking my fingers, he leans in again, this time pulling my bottom lip into his own mouth and softly suckling on the trapped skin. I gasp and, hands shaking slightly, dig my fingers into his wild hair, pulling myself closer.
Edward lets his tongue trace over my lips, leaning over me with one hand on my waist and the other on the pillow beside me. He pulls away when I wiggle my head, needing air desperately. He presses his forehead against mine. "I should go."
I nod.
He should go.
We had school.
And I think we both knew that as innocent as our kisses were, they could easily lead up to something neither of us were prepared for. And, what did I really know about Edward? I only knew that he was a sweet, protective, slightly hostile, sarcastic boy who dressed like a true punk – I knew nothing of his history with girls.
A pit opened in the bottom of my stomach.
Oh God. How many girls had he been with?
Why does that matter?
It doesn't…well, it does. Sort of.
Whatever. You care and I don't. Experience isn't a bad thing!
Izzy is right, of course. But it still seemed like something I needed to know before I let anything move forward physically. I resolve to solve it after school – rather, after Denali.
Edward kisses my cheek and rolls off the bed. "I'll be back to walk you to school, okay?"
I sit up and hug my knees to my chest, observing him in my room; his large body making my furniture look tiny, his hair setting off my lilac wall paint. He somehow fit.
"Baby?"
I smile at him, loving this term of endearment; he made me feel small and fragile and the word felt intimate.
"Hmm?"
"How the fuck do I get out of here?" He laughs.
Of course. How did he get in here again?
Sleepwalking.
Right.
"I'll show you out then," I say, pushing the sheets off my body and standing, freezing when I feel both the cold air of the room and Edward's hot gaze. I glance down at my body, remembering the tiny white shorts with black polka dots and the light, almost sheer white camisole that flutters around my hips.
My face heats when I realize that I'm revealing a lot of skin.
And the fact that I'm not wearing a bra.
I cross my arms over my chest tightly, turning away from Edward and eying the thin black robe hanging off my desk chair.
Just as I reach for it, Edward's hoarse voice stops me. "Don't," he rasps, stepping closer, his eyes roving every inch of my body before smoldering my eyes. His fingers twitch as he lines our bare toes up and his hands move to squeeze my waist. "You're so beautiful, Bella."
My breathing stutters.
He knows it's me.
Of course he does, Bella, Izzy whispers, a faint voice in my head. Can't you feel our connection to him? It's like a string is pulling us together. He knows us.
I consider her words as Edward's hands, warm and slightly rough, run up and down my arms. There did seem to be a certain draw that I felt to Edward – exactly like a string or a chain. I felt my body unconsciously leaning towards his and I didn't even bother fighting it; it felt right.
Edward's hands move back to my waist, his thumbs slowly, softly, rubbing my ribs, just under my breasts. His lower lip is trapped tightly between his teeth and his eyes are shamelessly trained on the skin that stretches across my collarbones, my upper chest. Even his breathing picks up slightly.
He totally wants to touch us.
I know.
Are you going to let him or do I need to fucking alter?
I'm…going to let him.
Hesitantly, I move my hands to wrap around his wrists and guide his much larger palms to rest over the tops of my breasts.
I think we both gasp in air and Edward's eyes snap up to meet mine, wide and shaded with desire.
And then, so slowly I hardly notice, his palms rub over my chest lightly; my body responds eagerly, nipples tightening under fabric, goose bumps erupting on my flesh. Tentatively, his fingers press against me, squeezing softly and then growing stronger in confidence – and I realize, very suddenly, that Edward had never done this before.
He'd never been with a girl.
How is that possible?
Izzy had no answer, too focused on the sensations running through our body – a certain heating of flesh, warmth pooling between our thighs, heart thundering in our chest.
Edward steps even closer until our hips almost touch, his hands testing the weight of my breasts and his fingers lightly circling my nipples.
It all feels so good.
So, when my alarm clock blares from the other side of the room and when Edward jumps back with pink ears in response, disappointment floods my mind.
I didn't want it to end.
Me either. Let's skip school, Izzy eagerly agrees, passing on images of faceless naked bodies writhing against each other. I have no idea where she got the detailed pictures and I honestly don't want to know.
I look up at Edward, apologetic. "I guess we woke up before the alarm," I say, passing by him and slapping the top of the alarm clock.
Calm down, Princess. The alarm clock didn't do anything to you.
Yes, it did. It ruined-
Oh, so you really did like what lover boy was doing. I get it. He is fucking skilled.
Edward chuckles from across the room, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his sleep pants. I don't allow my gaze to linger on his groin, though Izzy urges me too. "I should go," he says again, sounding so certain about it.
And I blush, nodding, feeling bashful and bold. "You should."
Edward grins once and walks out the door, calling over his shoulder. "I'll figure the way out. You just stay there or I'll be tempted to come back."
I giggle, knowing he hears it and enjoying the giddy feeling flooding my chest.
When I hear the front door slam, I throw myself onto my bed, sheets that smell like his cologne, and laugh. I feel so jovial, so light, so free despite the darker circumstances surrounding me.
My breasts still tingle from his touch, my body throbbing for him, as I step into a fast shower, marinating in pomegranate berry body wash. Izzy and I hardly squabble over what to wear for the day, as we are both still riding the high Edward left us on.
He should sleep over every night.
He should fucking sneak in every night, too. So dangerous.
He's warm.
He's horny, too. When can we get naked with him?
I blush at Izzy's passing thoughts, surprised by my own desire to fulfill her fantasies, as I pull on dark plum sheer tights under my school skirt. After applying a soft layer of rosy eye shadow and slicking on Chap Stick, I rush out the door, grabbing my school bag at the last minute. As I wrap a quirky crushed velvet scarf around my neck, I spot Edward waiting for me across the street.
There he is.
Looking so edible. Let's lick him.
Ignoring the very vivid images assaulting my mind, I rush across the intersection, not bothering to look both ways as I am so intent on being in his embrace again.
I don't feel the low vibrations in the ground.
I don't hear the high-pitched blaring of a horn being blared.
All I see is Edward, his eyes widening in horror.
His lips forming my name.
And Izzy's image in front of me, tugging on my hands, her own body totally transparent – and I know she's not real, know she's not really there because she simply can't be.
But I know she's trying to save me.
Trying to get me out of the way.
Her voice is screaming in my head, Move!Run!Move!Move!Dosomething!
I'm frozen, staring straight forward, at her and at Edward.
And when I finally do see the huge bread truck barreling towards me in my peripherals, I'm not scared.
Because, suddenly, Edward is there, too, taking Izzy's place.
His arms are around me, crushing me to him and we both stand and wait to be hit.
Only, it doesn't happen.
Because right when the truck should have crushed us both, there was a loud popping noise and we are standing across the street, watching the bread truck run a stop sign.
And Edward is weak on his feet.
His nose is bleeding on one side, though I know for a fact that he wasn't hit.
We're alive.
We shouldn't be.
But I saw it all happening, like in slow motion replays on Sports Center.
I was standing in the middle of the street, about to be hit.
Edward popped up beside me with a very distinct, low poof.
Then he gathered me up and we popped back to his side of the street.
With seconds to spare.
And Izzy saw it to.
I'm not crazy. We both saw that.
Obviously shaken, Izzy replies quietly. Lover boy just saved our lives…by…teleporting.
And then, I feel myself fading, giving over to Izzy's control because I'm too overwhelmed. My vision fades.
With a certain tenderness that Bella pulls off without even trying, I reach up and touch lover boy's cheek, wiping away the blood from under his nose.
Edward's hands are hard on my waist, his fingers digging in to my sides hard enough to leave bruises as he leans heavily against a light pole.
"What the hell was that?"
He shakes his head, staring at me like I'm made of gold or some shit. "You're here, too," he sighs, relief evident in his voice.
I quirk up my brow. "I never leave."
And then he tugs me to him, his hips tight on mine, his lips hard and almost angry as he kisses me. I know he's not being gentle because he can't – there's too much fear and stress flowing through him.
So, I throw myself into his intense, dangerous kiss, letting my teeth dig into his lips and not caring that a slow trickle of blood from his nose is smearing across my upper lip. I pull hard on his perfect, sexy Mohawk and celebrate with my body that I'm still alive.
His hands drift down to my ass and, in a move that is inappropriate for public, let alone a foggy Friday morning, he pushes me against a fence and devours my lips, my cheeks, my neck, sucking hard on the skin below my ear.
Marking me.
Reassuring him that Bella and I are still alive.
Eventually he stops, loosening his grip slightly and staring me directly in the eyes. "We need to go to Denali," he informs me, leaving no room for argument.
I'm a bit thrown off by his intensity. "What the fuck?"
I really don't like that fucking place.
Bella is silent, shaken, giving me no back up.
"The fuck I am going to that place."
"Izzy. Did you just see what happened?"
"What, that whole Houdini act? Yeah, what the fuck of it?"
Edward raises his brows. "That's something they should know."
"They don't have to know fuck."
"What just happened is not normal."
"You're not normal. What eighteen year old boy takes the logical fucking road when he has his very ready girlfriend in front of him?" I ask, hinting to the fact that I wouldn't mind one fucking bit if he decided we should go back to Bella's room and use up all the left over adrenaline from the last ten minutes.
"You're so stubborn. Look, you can either come with me or go to school. But I need to find out what the fuck just happened, Izzy. Because people don't just do what I did."
He's right, Bella whispers before fading back out, quietly observing.
Fuck.
I hate being wrong.
"Let's go," I sigh, slipping away from him and beginning in the direction of the Denali Corps house.
Edward rushes to catch up with me. "Wait. I need-"
I stop, tilting my head up at him.
And I sort of know what's going through his mind.
He's not dealing with Bella, who is totally in touch with her emotions.
He's dealing with me.
I stroke his fingers. "What do you need?"
Edward watches me for a long moment. "I just need to be close to you," he says, draping his arm heavily across my waist.
He needs reassurance.
I know.
I messed up.
Everybody fucks up Bella. I should have been paying more attention, too.
There's no way I can let her feel bad about it. Even if she was looking at Edward, I should have been aware of what she was doing and her surroundings.
That's my job.
And today, I failed.
Maybe going to Denali would be the right, appropriate thing to do.
I'm not sure I could deal with the stupid high school kids, anyway.
We're quiet on the walk, Edward's arm heavy around me as I quickly adjust my hair, pulling it over my shoulder to cover his mark from prying eyes. It's not that I'm not proud of it, but I don't necessarily want anyone to know it's there – it's simply mine and Edward's. I'm not sure I even want to share it with Bella.
When he marks you, that one will be just yours, too.
Bella is amused. What makes you think he'll mark me?
You think he won't?
I think he knows how to treat each of us, she replies in a slow murmur.
Maybe she's right. Edward is pretty smart.
And he has an uncanny knack for knowing what alter he's dealing with.
Edward grins at me when I secure my hair in a low side-ponytail, winking at me with a cocky gleam in his eyes.
"Shut up," I tell him as we step up the stairs of the Denali house.
And I'm instantly on high fucking alert.
The hair on my arms stands up and my back straightens, my shoulders rolling back and my chin becoming level with the floor – a totally different posture for a totally different alter.
The house is quiet as we step in and scan our cards; the sharp click of the locks shoots through the first floor, ominous and startling after such an eventful morning.
"It's dead in here," I say lowly.
Edward squints down the hallway, his arm hooked over my hip.
Then, just as we are about to investigate further, the confident clacking of heels on hardwood sound through the house.
Tanya steps around the corner, shuffling a pile of papers and looking at each of us expectantly. "You guys are early."
"There was a…incident," Edward says.
Tanya's perfect brows raise. "Did you want to talk to anyone in particular? I'm afraid our associate, Dr. Marcus, won't be in until next week."
Edward shakes his head and I purse my lips. "We need to talk to whoever runs all the psychic shit around here. The head honcho," I say, shifting my weight and looking directly into Tanya's clear blue gaze.
I am overcome with the feeling that I can trust her – right now, at least. She might not prove to be all the loyal in the future.
How can you say that?
It's true. Carmen and Eleazar might be her family, but she's smarter than she looks. Right now, we can trust her. Or, you can.
"Eleazar isn't in at the moment, but Carmen is. Come with me, you guys."
Tanya leads us down a new hallway and into a room that wasn't shown on the initial tour – a sort of very casual living room with a decked out kitchen on the far wall. Warm burnt orange paint sets of cherry wood cabinets, steel appliances and buttery granite. The living room itself has a large television and entertainment center, a deep brown leather L shaped couch and a cherry coffee table riddled with magazines, books, drawers full of secrets and a universal remote.
Carmen is behind the granite island, stirring a pot on the electric stove. The room smells of vanilla, cinnamon and tea. She glances up, looking at Edward and I – with his arm still around me – with a knowing smile. "Would anyone want chai tea?"
I'd say yes normally, but you can't stand it.
That shit is disgusting and you know it. I'm convinced you drink it to look cool.
One does not look cool drinking anything from Starbucks.
Tanya smiles gratefully. "Yes, please."
When Carmen and Tanya are both sipping on their tall mugs and Edward and I are seated in the corner of the couch, Carmen clears her throat. "What can I do for you?"
And then Edward launches into his story – how he'd seen me, then the truck and wanting to get to me on time and then suddenly just being there and back with me safe in his arms and his head light and dizzy. "I don't know," he says as he sits back, scrubbing his hands over his face. "Maybe I imagined it, but I swear my feet didn't move."
"They didn't. And there was fucking poof to boot."
Carmen is nodding slowly while Tanya looks impressed. "That's apportation if I've ever heard it."
The word, while slightly clinical, seems to settle on Edward's broad shoulders like a blanket. It fits him snugly, though he clearly questions what it is, his heavy brows furrowed and his mouth pulled down at the corners.
"Apportation?"
Tanya shuffles through her papers, smiling eagerly. "I've heard of this," she says quickly. "It's very rare, too. Only a few people in history ever claimed to do it and half of them were fakes. But real apportation? It's amazing. It's literally being able to move yourself and other people with your mind. And for you, Edward, it seems to be innate."
Carmen rinses her mug and seats herself on the far side of the couch. "Has anything like this happened before?"
Something in her body language is calming, a certain gentleness in her expression that sets alarms off in my mind.
I don't trust these people for one second, I think, belatedly realizing that Bella is willfully disagreeing, insisting quietly that Carmen seems like a good person.
I ignore her, paying attention fiercely to my surroundings.
Edward has closed his eyes and tilted his head back, drawing my attention to the smooth bump of his Adam's apple. He speaks, his voice more rumbling due to the angle of his head. "I think so," he answers slowly.
"You think so."
"Yeah."
Carmen shifts, glancing at Tanya who has pulled out a sleek silver tape recorder and is furiously jotting down notes. "What makes you think that?"
"Sometimes….Sometimes I wake up in places I didn't go to sleep in."
"Like sleep walking?"
Edward shrugs, clearly uncertain. He looks at me, his brows drawn in the middle. "I always thought so," he says. "But now, I'm not so sure."
"You said your nose bled?"
Reflexively, Edward wipes under his nose. "Yeah, it did. But I hardly ever have nose bleeds. Is it because of this…apportation?"
The word is clumsy on his tongue but filled with intrigue. He wants to know more.
He knows it fits him, Bella says.
Carmen nods once, thoughtfully. "Yes, maybe. I would think so. Perhaps because you were conscious of the decision to want to save Bella," she motions to me. "The mind works in wondrous ways. Your apportation has always been there and has been acting by itself for a long, long time. Until today, the distance you traveled was always minimal and in relaxed circumstances – while you were sleeping. It's possible that now that you know, we'll be able to train this ability like a muscle."
"How would we even begin to test apportation, Carmen?" Tanya asks, chewing on her top lip.
"Start with the research," Carmen answers, standing. "I'll go figure out how we'll go about this." She smiles reassuringly at Edward. "Will you two be okay here for a while? There's the television, of course, and several game consoles in the draws of the coffee table. Food in the fridge, if you want anything. Think of this space as your own."
And then she and Tanya eagerly leave, passing papers back and forth as they quickly walk down the hallway.
When their voices fade from the room, I look at Edward with a raised chin.
He has a faraway look in his eyes, slightly disbelieving – as if everything he had ever thought was suddenly taken from him, turned around, and given back with new instructions on how to think about everything.
There's a word for it, what he did to save us.
Fucking teleporting or apportation, I don't care. But now, he's lab rat number one. And there's nothing anyone can do about it.
A/N: Okay, first off, I really suck. It's been, what, three weeks since my last update? I would hit myself if I had the courage to do it! In my defense, it's been a crazy few weeks – finals, graduation, getting a job. And this chapter wasn't easy to write – this is my third and final edit. But you guys know me, I'd never just abandon my story!
So, now that I've unnecessarily defended myself, I'll tell you that apportation is somewhere on the internet and I've had everyone's little powers planned from day one. We'll find out everything we need to know in due time ;)
And on to reviews from my amazing, loyal Rioteers….:
.wonder – the update is heeeeeeeeere!
Dinotopian – Good guess, but astral projecting is more like….being in one room and casting your spirit out of your body to look or go somewhere else.
Dreamzuvedward – hmmmm should they have sleepovers? Time shall tell!
angelari7 - *dingdingding* Yes! I guess it is like Harry Potter! I'm the worst fan in the world though because I've only seen the HP movies. I keep meaning to read the books….
Mdizzle181 – Ah, another youngin' like me own self. Thanks for reading!
Maysnrs – 28 isn't old! Lol Yes, Sleepwalkerpunkward is very sweet. I keep meaning to make him for assholish!
Cici G – I thought it was important to make Bella and Izzy into two distinct characters, including abilities!
cullen freak8888 – Uhmmmm close enough? Without the whole take-over-the-world bit, lol
kaygou – happy belated birthday!
james3142 – No Volturi in this story! Lol There's totally a story behind the made-for-eachother thing!
YesMyRealNameIsBella – another right guess! Man, you guys are good!
Sarahsauruswrex – I'm still getting around to watching Suckerpunch so don't ruin it for me! Lol I loved Emily Browing in A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Veronica Carlie Cullen – Happy belated birthday to you too! In the hospital, Izzy touched the computer and had an instant flashback of who used it before her.
Conejita Luna – Edward's sooo possessive. He's always saying "my girlfriend" this and "my girlfriend" that lol
vampyregirl86 – Push was so good! Lol Now I've got a thing for Chris Pine – he's in that new Star Trek movie and the Princess Diaries 2….
And super special shout out to…. Twilight Rocker 12 for the first review of the last chapter! Another 18 year old, too. Yes, I love me some Sims…..on Facebook lol I liked the first half of Hush Hush. Then I got bored? Yes, Edward is a teleporter person!
Alright, well, I'm hungry so I'm going to have some cold pizza and caffeinated soda from last nights graduation party. And then, I'm going to nap! And then, I'm going to get started on the next chapter. Now that I'm not in school, the chapters should be coming quicker. Maybe even something by this Friday?
As always, be brutally honest.
~cupcakeriot