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Throw of the Dice
Chapter Ten
Wednesday – 5 days until Prom
It was Wednesday morning, and Dick was half asleep in his bowl of cereal. It had been late by the time everyone had went home, and Dick had to do homework; on top of that, Bruce insisted he took part in a training exercise. He honestly felt like he was dead. Alfred had lightly tapped the back of his head every time he slumped forward, his neat black hair nearly going in to join his cereal. But he knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't be allowed to take a day off of school. If he did, Bruce would put a stop to his training, and even though it was hard work he really loved it. And if he acted ill? Alfred could always see through it.
So no, for one day, he could suck it up. He would just go to bed early tonight, and catch up on lost sleep.
It took all of his concentration to make sure that his spoon actually landed in his mouth, where he idly chewed. He hadn't heard from anyone since yesterday, and even though he knew things hadn't been exactly relaxed, he liked to think that his friends were at least trying to get along with Wally; the same way vice versa. The usually cocky runner had seemed to tone it down last night, which could either mean he was beginning to open up to Richard and the rest of the gang or he had just been so nervous that his usual act had just dropped and left him by himself. Either way, no blood had been shed in the entertainment room, and that was good enough for Dick. Hopefully, he could keep it that way.
Something grunted to his left – rather someone grunted. Dick gave his father a sleepy wave before going back to conquering his bowl of cereal; he knew that Bruce had been up half the night dealing with an attack on his company. From what he had caught before going to bed, the attack had come from Jack Naiper, more commonly known as 'The Joker' in the business world. The man was desperate to get his hands on Wayne Enterprises secrets to hopefully boost his own, failing company. The man was completely crazy; he had once offered to give Dick candy if he told him how Wayne Enterprises continued to do so well. That conversation had not went down well at all. But right now, the look on Bruce's face showed that the problem was hardly over – if anything, it had just begun.
"Lucuis Fox called this morning, Sir." Alfred stated in a brisk voice as he handed Bruce his coffee, the man not wasting a second as he drank from it. "He wants to know if you can be in the office in thirty minutes – or any sooner." Bruce just grunted in reply, making Alfred sigh. "I do not speak the language of an overworked business man, Master Bruce. A simple yes or no will suffice."
"Yes, Alfred." Bruce mumbled, his eyes attempting to focus on the newspaper that was in front of him. He set his coffee cup down, and in one beat it was filled up again, thanks to Alfred's ready hand. "Richard, I might not be-"
"Home for dinner." Dick cut him off, a small smile on his face. "I know, Bruce. And it's fine. Your company needs you, and really? You would be an idiot not to be there for it. Me and Alfred will have dinner with each other, right Alfred?" His smile widened as he looked over at the butler, who sent him a fond one in return as he grabbed the now empty bowl.
"Of course, Master Richard. Everything will be fine. I will make sure to get some food to yourself, Master Bruce; you will not be able to work on an empty stomach now, will you?"
He received a grumble from inside the cup of coffee, which Alfred deemed enough of an answer. He walked off to clean the bowls and cups that had been used, leaving the two alone.
"Did you ever find out how much you scored on your Math test?"
"Um, no. We'll probably be finding out soon, though."
"Good. Let me know what you get."
"Will do..." The two lapsed into silence, Dick playing around on his phone while Bruce flicked through the newspaper, a small frown latched onto his face. Dick could tell that there was something that Bruce wanted to say; most likely something to do with Wally and how he was making a big mistake, but the man seemed to be trying to find the right words to say. I think this is my queue to go.
(Incoming Text: Wally)
Hey! You comin to school 2day? :) x
"Who's that?" Bruce asked as Dick checked his phone, his eyes focused on the phone.
"It's, uh... Wally. He's just asking if I'm going to be in school today." Dick explained in an awkward tone, refusing to look up and meet his fathers eyes. He didn't need to get glared at for no reason, it would just put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
"I see." Here it was, the big lecture about how people like Wally are bad news and that he is really just trying to keep Dick safe and that- "Invite him over for dinner on Sunday." … What?
"What?" Dick asked, his eyes shooting up to look at Bruce's face. He was looking for something, anything, that would show that his dad was joking. But no, Bruce's face was completely clear; he hadn't been kidding. He wanted to invite Wally for dinner on Sunday. Wally. Dinner. Sunday. Oh my God...
"Invite him over for dinner on Sunday. So we can properly meet." Bruce grumbled, his eyes going back onto the paper in front of him. "Ask him if he is allergic to anything so Alfred can make sure not to include it."
"I... Uh..." Was this honestly happening right now? Dick gave him a short nod, a small, unsure smile going onto his face. "Alright, I will... Thanks, Bruce. Really."
"Ready to go, Master Richard? We don't want you to be late." Alfred called from the main hall, waiting patiently by the door for the young ward.
"You don't have to thank me, Dick." Bruce replied, his eyes meeting Dick's. It could have been his imagination, but he was sure Bruce had the smallest of smiles on his face. "Go on. You don't want to be late for school."
"Right, uh... See you later!" Dick beamed, rushing to the door. Quickly, he grabbed up his bag, shooting Alfred a quick grin before leaving throughout the open door. Going back to his coffee, Bruce took a large gulp, but quickly felt that he was still being watched. Looking up at the door, he noticed that Alfred was still standing there, watching him with a wistful smile upon his face.
"Is there something wrong, Alfred?"
"No Sir, nothing at all... I am just proud of you for showing your support in Master Richard's choices in life, even though you disagree with it." Alfred replied, clasping his hands behind his back. "I know you can be a stubborn man, but I am happy to see you know when you should relax around things. He is a teenager, after all, whatever is going on with himself and young Master Wallace will most likely not develop into something truly serious. You really do not have anything to worry about, Sir."
"... Thank you, Alfred." Bruce answered, taking a small sip of coffee. "I'm glad you understand."
"Of course, Master Bruce." Alfred humbly replied, giving the man a short nod before leaving, the huge door clicking silently shut behind him. Bruce sat in the silence for a few moments, before snorting softly. He didn't actually think his real reasoning for inviting Wally over for dinner that Sunday would slip past the old butler, but for now it seemed it had. He did want Richard to be happy, of course he did, so this dinner would be a real test for the teen to prove that he really did want to be with Richard. He had spoken to him before, yes – when he had been telling him to stay away from his son, and he admittedly had been surprised when the red head had stood up for himself and for the relationship he had with Dick. It was slightly impressive, as Bruce knew he could be intimidating when he wanted to be, but if the boy could hold himself together with one dinner with himself, then Bruce could really judge his character.
It was just simple detective work, Bruce decided to himself. And if there was one thing he was great at being, it was a detective.
o-O-o
One hour earlier
He had never arrived at school so early before. Even the teachers were giving him strange looks as he walked down the corridor, his green eyes attempting to seek out the one person that could help him put this whole thing together. It was going to be difficult; you wouldn't think so, with his usual cocky and overly confident attitude that he had to the world, but under all that? He was terrified. One fear was being made a complete fool of if his plan went to straight into the ground. Another was being rejected by the one guy he wanted to go to Prom with.
And if Dick didn't say yes? Well then, he could just kiss his place on the Running team goodbye. And he would have to go to Prom alone, because he really didn't want to deal with any of those airhead girls that always pestered him, acting like they really knew him when in fact they couldn't give a damn. No, he was done with people like that. He needed to really find more people like Dick, who didn't hide who they were or pretended to care. If there were more people like Dick Grayson in the world, then everyone would be a lot happier. Which is why I need this to work so bad.
Zatanna had told him that she would be in the workout room with her troop of cheerleaders, and she hadn't been lying. There had to be at least twenty girls packed into the small room, each gulping down a Starbucks coffee and looking less than pleased to be in school an hour earlier than they usually were. He sent them all a small, grateful smile as his eyes tried to locate his best friend's face in the small crowd. Luckily, Zatanna had sat up as soon as she saw him, a smile on her lips; clearly, the early rise didn't bother her.
"Would you look at that, you really did show up?" She teased gently as she walked over to him, holding out her coffee in offering.
"You didn't think I would?" He asked in a curious tone; he hadn't even thought for one second that Zatanna would doubt he would show up. He took her coffee, taking a large gulp before handing it back to her.
"Can you really blame me?" She grinned at him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you hardly show up in time for school anyway. Getting here an hour earlier than you are meant to for him, well..." She nudged him gently. "He must be special."
"Well... he's definitely something." He muttered in reply, his eyes dropping from hers. "So, uh, do they know why they are here?" He asked, waving a hand in the direction of the chatting cheerleaders.
"Not exactly; I've told them I needed a favour and that I would buy their coffee, that's all." She shrugged, taking a small sip of her beverage.
"You bought all their coffee?" His green eyes turned to her blue ones. "Jeez, Zee. That's a lot of money... Can I pay you back? I mean, they are here because of me."
"No, no. This one is on me, trust me." She grinned. "You'll have to pay for the Marching Band's coffee, though. They should be here soon."
"The Marching Band?"
"I called in a few more favours, who knew I could do it?" Zatanna grinned as she walked towards the group. "Oh, and you will have to buy M'gann something nice as well, considering I couldn't let her come to this. All right guys, let's do some stretches."
Wow, the red head thought to himself as he watched the girls get warmed up. You better like this, Dickie, considering I'm about to go and spend my life savings on coffee... I really hope you like this.
o-O-o
There was something strange in the atmosphere when Dick arrived at school. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew for sure that something was up. Or maybe Bruce's constant paranoia had finally began to rub off on him. Either way, the hair on the back of his neck was standing to attention, and the idea of walking through the main door to get to class felt like he was walking into a burning building. He watched as Alfred drove away into the distance, his fingers tapping nervously on the back of his phone. He wanted to text Wally, asking him exactly why he had sent him that text this morning, but... something was telling him to wait. To hold back. God, my head is not at all asterous this morning. It has to be the lack of sleep.
He made his way into the school building, his eyes moving around quickly; he was looking for something to be out of place. But there was nothing. The students were the same, the encouraging posters on the walls were the same, the lockers were the same... Everything was. So why was he feeling this way?
"Hey, Richard!" A voice called to his left; Artemis. He looked over at her and waved, surprised to see her for once alone. Usually, you couldn't separate Kaldur from her. She walked over to him, shifting the book that was trapped under her arm. "Where is your shadow?" She smirked. Dick knew who she meant, and he rolled his eyes.
"I think I should be asking where your shadow is?" He replied back in a teasing tone as they headed to class.
"He left to go to class, you know how he is about showing up ten minutes before everything." She answered, her ponytail swinging down her back. "Oh hey, I was meant to ask if you had seen Zatanna this morning?"
"Zatanna?" Dick raised his eyebrow as he shook his head. "Can't say I have, why?"
"M'gann is looking for her. Well, she was, she's went onto the freaking out mode." Artemis shrugged. "There was a meeting this morning in one of the spare classrooms, you know, a cheerleaders one, and no one showed up."
"... Huh, that's weird. You would think if they cancelled it someone would have told her." That paranoia feeling was back again. "Hey, does something feel off to you?"
"'Off'?" Artemis repeated, raising her eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Like... we're being kept out of the loop about something." He replied, looking over at his friend to catch her eyes. "Do you feel it?"
"... A little." She answered, a frown evident on her face. "But it could be nothing, Dick. It probably is nothing."
He nodded, shifting the books in his arms. "I'm really tired, so that's probably what it is. Anyway, here's my stop." He tried to gesture towards the open class door while keeping a tight grip on the books he had in his hold, but Artemis understood him well enough.
"I'll see you later, Dick." She called over to him as she continued on her way to her own class, her ponytail swishing as she walked.
He entered the class and took his usual seat, setting out the right books for the class. He sat in silence, listening to the general chatter happening around him since his teacher was yet to arrive in the class; they were most likely getting their usual cup of coffee. But still, as he looked around at his classmates he couldn't help but notice a few people missing. Cassie Sandsmark, Raquel Ervin... two of the cheerleaders. Strange. They hadn't shown up for an important cheerleading meeting this morning and they weren't in class. They couldn't have all suddenly gotten ill over the night – is suspicion level rose. Something was up, that was for sure.
"All right you kids, enough chit chat. Open your books to page eighty nine, read over the passage and then do the questions." His teacher grumbled as he came into the class, half awake with a full cup of coffee in his hand. Sighing, Dick did as he was told to do, trying to figure out why they paid this man so much just to tell them to read a text book. He forced the thoughts about what exactly was up with the cheerleaders to the back of his mind, however; his studies was more important that what a group of girls could be getting up too.
o-O-o
By the time the thoughts about the missing cheerleading squad entered his mind again, it was all ready lunchtime. Dick grabbed his usual dish of pasta and a bottle of water and made it over to the table, where a miserable M'gann sat. He sent her a small smile as he sat down opposite from her, giving her hand a small nudge with his fork.
"Still no word from any of girls?" He asked her softly. M'gann sighed and shook her head, looking away.
"Why didn't they include me in whatever they are doing, Dick?" She murmured, poking at her salad. Dick sighed, looking down at his own food; he didn't have the answer.
"Maybe... they are planning a surprise for you?" He answered, taking a bite of his pasta – it wasn't anything like Alfred's, but it was the only really edible thing the school served.
"Maybe." She sighed deeply again, pushing her salad away from her. He knew that she wasn't convinced; even he couldn't convince himself that it was true, but he only hoped it wasn't something cruel. M'gann was too nice for those type of things to happen to her, and it would honestly surprise him if it turned out Zatanna had planned something mean. She was one of the kindest people Dick had gotten to know over the past week and he would kick himself if he had misjudged her character. After all, Bruce had taught him to always read a person and find out their real personality, and if he had failed in that and his friends ended up getting hurt over it, he would never forgive himself. He knew exactly what it was like to be the messed with and joked about, and frankly and he no longer cared if it happened to him. But his friends? The ones who had stuck by him during his best and worst moments? They didn't deserve any of it.
The intercom than rang throughout the school spluttered to life at that moment, making each student pause and look up to the one inside the cafeteria. Their Principals voice bellowed through the microphone, making a horrible squeaky sound whenever he spoke too loud.
"Attention students," Mr Tornado called out. "Please, take your things to the main gym hall. No running in the halls or causing distress to others on the way. Please keep calm and head straight to the main gym hall. Further instructions will be given once you arrive, thank you."
Of course, there was instant panic. Yelling started as teenagers rushed to grab their bags, running straight out of the cafeteria. Sighing, Dick slowly picked up his bag and dumped his pasta in the nearest bin – he wasn't that hungry anyway. He patiently waited for M'gann to finish putting away her notes into her bag before they walked out into the chaos that was the corridor.
"What do you think could be going on?" M'gann questioned, holding onto the back of Dick's blazer so that she didn't lose him in the bulging crowd.
"No idea," Dick replied, a small frown on his face as he was once again shoved into the side. He could see over the rows of heads the doors to main gym, and he pushed others back trying to get to it. Luckily for them, Conner was at the door with his usual scowl on his face. As soon as he caught sight of his friend and his girlfriend, he easily pushed aside those who were trying to get in to grant them access.
"Artemis and Kaldur are already inside with Barbara." He instructed them, his eyes glaring at the boy who shoved M'gann. Dick only had a chance to quickly nod at him before he forced inside by the crowd. They paused for a moment; both to catch their breaths and to see if they could spot the rest of their group, but they had no luck. The gym was packed with people – shouting their names wouldn't help either due to the noise. The teachers were here, their own expressions confused. Even they had no idea as to what was going on. He saw a free seat on one of the bleachers that had been set up, so he led M'gann over to it.
"We'll just wait here until we find out what is going on." Dick shouted to her over the noise, giving her a small smile. M'gann nodded back at him, her eyes jumping across the room to watch all the commotion. There was an energy building up in the room, everyone was anticipating something, but what?
A small scream let out from some of the students when one light went out in the room, then the others followed until the place was in complete darkness. Straight away M'gann reached out and gripped his hand, Dick holding her back just as tightly. The teacher's voices ran out to calm down the students who were panicking, telling them that everything would be fine. He hoped they were right.
"Your just to good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you... You feel like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..."
Someone was singing. The room quieted down to listen to the voice, whispers of confusion rising in the air as they tried to figure out exactly who was singing. Dick looked around, his eyebrow raised as his eyes met M'ganns; what the hell was going on?
And then it hit him.
You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me this is a joke.
He knew that voice. He knew exactly who was singing the song, and he knew why. Letting go of M'gann, his head fell into his hands as he closed his eyes tightly, hoping this nightmare would end. Because that was Wally singing, and who else would the idiot sing too?
"Oh God," Dick muttered, his fingers digging into his hair. "This cannot be happening. Not to me. Why me..."
"Dick?" M'gann questioned, giving him a funny look. A few spotlights came on, which were usually used if the drama club were performing the hall. "Oh." She said softly as he eyes spotted him. "Wow..."
"Not wow." He muttered to her, jumping slightly as she jabbed his sides.
"Dick," she hissed. "Look at him! He's doing this for you."
He knew he would regret looking up to see what Wally was doing – he couldn't believe the idiot was actually doing this. But it was either that or deal with M'gann poking his sides constantly until he did. So he glanced up, his face twisted into a grimace at the ugly scene he expected to see in front of him. But as soon as he laid eyes on his boyfriend, that feeling of anger and embarrassment washed away.
Wally looked terrified. His voice sounded confident, but the look on his face was of pure fear. His eyes wouldn't stop taking in the room and the amount of people inside it, like he was surprised that there were so many there. Had he staged all this? If he had, he surely must of known that all these people would be in the gym. Dick slowly exhaled as he watched the red head walk towards the looming crowd, his hand tightly grasping the microphone. God, he couldn't believe it. Why was he doing this? Because Dick had said he loved this scene in the movie? Was he doing it to show he actually listened to Dick? The dark haired teenager shook his head, hoping this wasn't just to prove a silly point.
There was a spotlight on the older teen; following his every move. Dick swallowed and resisted the urge to duck as another spotlight searched through the crowd, looking for their target. He went by him, but came shooting back over onto him, making everyone stare.
o-O-o
Fuck my life. Fuck my life so bad.
He could hardly see what was in front of him due to the bright lights that made everything merge together – which was both a blessing and a curse in this situation. The buzz of voices in the gym hall vibrated loudly in his ear, making it hard to hear the marching band as they followed out behind him, accompanied by the cheerleaders. God, he was ready to show up. Where the hell was Dick? Zatanna had pointed him out to him before he had began singing this stupid song. Urgh, what were the words again?
"Your just to good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you... You feel like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..."
Did his voice just crack? Come on Walls, you are doing this for him. Just keep going.
"At long last love has arrived, and I thank god I'm alive, you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you..."
There he was. Looking affronted. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea; oh well, it's not like he could go back now. Taking in another deep breath, Wally made his way over to Dick, his confidence slowly coming back to him. This was stupid, he shouldn't feel embarrassed about this. He was doing this for the guy he really liked, and if that meant recreating his favourite movie scene, then so be it. It would all be worth it in the end... if he said yes. He better say yes.
Oh god, what if he doesn't say yes?
Swallowing, Wally waited for his queue to continue singing, his eyes back on Dick's. The younger teen wasn't looking at him, not yet. M'gann was next to him, whispering in his ear. Yep. This was a big mistake. A huge big fucking mistake-
Dick looked up, catching his eyes. Blue on green. A whoosh of air left his lungs at the sight of his boyfriend, and a random thought jumped into his mind: fuck it. He raced up the steps of the gym seats, most likely standing on a few angry people on the way, but finally, he was where he wanted to be. Dick looked startled, like he hadn't even seen him move, and didn't resist when Wally reached out and grabbed his hand.
"I love you baby and if it's quite all right, I need you baby to warm the lonely nights, I love you baby, trust in me when I say, oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay, and let me love you baby, let me love you!"
The final note wasn't nice to listen too; clearly singing wasn't his strong point, and it never would be. He was breathing heavily, and he was pretty sure he was sweating like he had just ran a mile – it sure felt like a mile. People were cheering around them as the lights turned back on, a few slapping Wally on the back like he had just won something, but he couldn't feel victorious yet. Clumsily, he dropped the mike onto the floor and pulled out two slightly crumpled tickets from his jacket pocket.
"So, er, I was thinking... you and me, prom?" Wally asked weakly, biting his lip nervously. Dick stared at him for a moment, and then the tickets. Please don't reject me, please don't reject me, please don't reject me-
"I... Jesus you are crazy, Wally West." Dick said, suddenly bursting out into laughter. "Of course I'll go to prom with you!" And suddenly Dick's lips were on his, their noses bumping painfully together, but they couldn't bring themselves to care. Wally quickly recovered from his shock and wrapped his arms around Dick's back, crushing the other to his chest. A huge cheer erupted around them, but they were both too lost in their own little world with one another.
It was official, Dick Grayson was going to prom with Wally West.
o-O-o
Aim, pull back, release, hit.
Aim, pull back, release, hit.
Aim, pull back, release, hit.
Aim, pull back, release-
"There you are! We've been looking around for you for ages, idiot. Why didn't you reply to our texts?"
Miss.
Roy didn't say anything, just stared at the arrow which was completely off centre. If Ollie was here, he would have gotten the full run down of just how bad that shot was, which he didn't need. No, right now, Roy was mad.
He was mad at his stupid father, he was mad at his annoying friends, he was mad at this pointless school he had to go to, he was mad at this stupid bow and that stupid arrow that didn't hit it's target, and he was mad when things didn't go his way – especially when he had planned them too. And it was all Wally West's fault. He had no idea how he had done it, but the fool had somehow gotten into Richard fucking Grayson's pants, and now they were going to prom together. He was ruined. Everything was ruined. Angrily, he pulled another arrow from his quiver and aimed it, squinting his eyes slightly.
"Roy? Did you even hear me?" Jason asked, crossing his arms. "You do realize what just fucking happened, do you?"
"Yes Jason, I know." Aim, pull back, release, hit. "West has sealed the fucking deal with Grayson." Aim, pull back, release, hit. "And he did it in the most idiotic way possible." Aim, pull back, release, hit.
"Right, so what the fuck are you going to do about it?" Questioned Jason, coming up next to him. "You are going to let him beat you on this? If Ollie finds out you are the Captain of the Archery team any more he's gonna-"
"I know!" Roy yelled, slamming the bow down on the ground and turning to Jason. "I fucking know what happens if I lose here! You think I'm just sitting back and letting this happen? I'm trying to think of what the hell I can do here but I can't do it with you fucking stalking me asking stupid questions-"
"You know Roy, if you keep on talking to him like that, I won't let you in on my little secret." Kory called calmly from the doorway of the small gym room, checking her nails in a bored manner. "He's only here to help you with your bet, just like me."
Roy paused, eyeing Kory for a moment. She looked up to meet his eyes, raising an eyebrow – her look clearly stating that he better stop his tempter tantrum. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, exhaling and letting his anger rush out of him. He bent down and picked up his bow, giving her a small nod.
"I'm sorry... It's just a heap of stress. Without the archery team I'm nothing." Roy murmured, looking over the bow.
"That's not true." Kory mused out loud as she walked into the room, her cell phone in her hand. "But still, it means a lot to you. And that's why we've got to get Richard to find out all about the bet."
"But how?"
"Simple." Kory grinned, holding up her cell. "Everybody has cell phones. And if somebody thought you were going to fight West, they would have filmed it. They could have filmed the bet taking place."
Roy blinked, mulling that over in his head; she was right, there was a good possibility that someone had taken the exchange down. And if they managed to get that video clip out onto Facebook... Well, there would be no way Grayson could avoid it then. And as soon as he found out the truth...
A small smirk appeared on Roy's face as he grabbed another arrow. "Kory, I really do love you." She laughed at that, her hand finding Jason's. "No, I mean it... this is going to perfect." He grinned, lining up the arrow and imagining that it was West's face he was aiming for. "We ask around anyone that was there when the bet took place before the end of school today, and we get that video."
Aim.
Pull back.
Release.
Hit.
o-O-o
Um... so hello xD
No, I am not dead. At least I don't think I am o.o Well, I hope not, or this will be awkward. I'm not going to say much, but I've faced a lot of difficult times these past few months, a death in the family, school problems, just a heap of shit to be honest. A lot of things contributed to not wanting me to continue this story; I really lost my confidence in it, but here I am. Sorry I never replied to reviews, but I've read all of them and I appreciate them all. You got me past the 300 mark and that was amazing for me, so thank you :) I know the YJ fandom has gotten a lot quieter since Series 2 finished, but I hope we can try to keep it going, especially the birdflash community. So please, tell me what you thought of this incredibly cheesy chapter, it would mean the world to me.
Thank you all for reading~
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