Hey Guysss, Here's chapter 11, hopefully you'll like it! R&R, Please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.
"I love you, silly." I whispered to him before returning to nuzzle my head to his chest.
I fell asleep in his arms, my new favorite place to be.
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I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, not being able to see the clock, even with the soft glow of the hospital lights coming in under the door. A smile made its way onto my face when I felt Eli's arm clutching me to his chest, even in his sleep. I sighed happily into his shirt before I heard what must have woken me up in the first place. My eyebrows pulled together as I moved my head from Eli's chest, listening hard to hear this noise again. I whipped my head back to look at the sleeping boy next to me as I heard him talk quietly in his sleep. I listened intently, hoping he would say something again.
"No." He whispered, pulling me closer to him unconsciously. "No." He said it louder this time, his head whipping to the side as he appeared to be having a nightmare. I shook his arm softly, but he didn't wake up. "NO!" He shouted loudly, making me flinch in his arms as he started to tremble in his sleep. "Clare, no…" Softer this time, and I shook his arm with more force, but to no avail. "You have to wake up." He mumbled in his sleep, and I could hear the misery laced in his tone, and his head jarred the other way. "You have to. I love you." He whispered, his voice cracking even in his nightmare. I glanced at his cheeks, and noticed a single tear leaking out of his closed eye. I wiped it away with my thumb, only to have another one take its place. "No." He muttered under his breath, despair very much evident in his voice. Suddenly he shot up, releasing me from his hold as he sat up straight. His eyes were wide open, glassy and glistening, and he let out a small whimper as he stared at his hands.
"Eli?" I stumbled with my words, worried that he was still in a state of his nightmare. His head jerked quickly in my direction, and the look in his eyes were one that I hope I'd never have to see again. It appeared that he was in agony, but not the physical kind. My teary eyes now matched his, and another sad bead of moisture fell as he laid back down and wrapped his arms around me tightly, almost as if he thought I would disappear. "You're okay." I told him softly as he cried into my hair, and I rubbed small circles on his back with my palm. His arms moved me closer to him, and I doubt there was any open space between us.
"I-I… I thought you were dead." He mumbled with both relief and sadness.
"I'm fine, see?" I told him, pulling back so he could see me very much alive. "I'm not going anywhere." I told him comfortingly, reassuring both him and myself, that I wasn't leaving or dying on him. "I love you." I whispered, taking his shirt and fisting it in my palm as I nuzzled into his chest. I felt his muscles gradually stop shaking, and his warm, quick, shaky breaths ran down my neck, making me shiver involuntarily.
After a few minutes, he replied, "I love you too. So much it scares me." He said under his trembling breath, and continued. "Please don't go back there to your dad after you're better. He'll only break you." He added sadly, still breathing into my hair. I had to go back there, I couldn't just leave him there. And I certainly didn't want to tell anyone about his abuse. I didn't reply to him, only knowing my answer would make this worse than it already was. We laid there for a long time, it could've been seconds, minutes, but I didn't seem to care.
"Go back to sleep. I'm here." I urged gently, and I heard a low groan come from him as his muscles relaxed. "I love you, Elijah Goldsworthy." I whispered, and that did it. He mumbled something incoherent, assumedly his returning of the words, as his muscles went limp. He drifted off to sleep quickly, and I wiped a remaining trail of a tear from his cheek. I snuggled into his chest, feeling guilt spreading through my body like a fog. It was my fault he was under this pressure, this stress that I knew I'd been causing. I sighed into his chest, before following in his footsteps, pictures dancing behind my eyelids as I fell into another undisturbed slumber.
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"Clare. Wake up." I heard a familiar voice ask of me, and my eyes fluttered and blinked open softly, looking around briefly before focusing on a very close pair of green eyes. I saw his cheeks rise up to meet his eyes as he smiled, and I glanced down to his smiling lips before giving him a groggy smile in return. He leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to the tip of my nose, and a low sound reverberated from between my lips as I closed my eyes once again, wanting to crawl back into the peaceful slumber. I heard him chuckle, and I felt a hand rubbing small circles onto my shoulder, making me moan slightly at the feeling. "Stop trying to go back to sleep." Eli told me softly with an amused tone in his entrancing voice, and I opened my eyes slowly when he tucked a curl of hair behind my ear.
"No." I dragged out, disgruntled, only making him laugh again. He stayed silent for a few moments, making me think for a second that he was letting me have the sleep that I desired. But when I felt him brush his lips against mine, I knew that wasn't the case. He moved his lips against my sleepy ones, and I soon leaned forward to add more pressure to this kiss. I felt him smirk against my lips, and he pulled away, making my eyes flutter open for the third time since he'd tried to wake me up.
"'Morning." He greeted playfully, making my comatose dissipate with every passing millisecond.
"What time is it?" I asked, a blush adorning my cheeks, and he looked behind me to the clock on the wall.
"10:15." He replied, and I nodded, nuzzling closer to his warm chest. He chuckled against my hair. "I know, I'm still tired too, Edwards. I have no clue why, though. I slept like a rock." He told me, and my head shot away from his chest to look at him.
"You… did?" I questioned, and I noted no false-looking traces in his eyes as he nodded shortly, looking confused. Did he not remember the episode he had after he woke up in the middle of the night? "You don't remember anything… strange?" I asked him, and he shook his head before raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing other than your snoring." He deadpanned, and I glared at him.
"I do not." I retorted, deciding not to press him on his breakdown in the middle of the night. He was about to argue, when there was a knock at the door. The red-headed nurse peeked her head in the door, and shot me a smile when she saw I was awake.
"Breakfast?" She asked cheerfully, and I nodded when the empty feeling in my stomach was brought to my attention. She opened the door fully, revealing a familiar brown tray, and she carried it over to the swing-out table attached to the bed frame. She maneuvered it so it wouldn't be in the way of Eli. The red-head gave me another dose of my pain medication, much to my relief. She left after asking me how I was feeling, and I eyed the oatmeal on the tray. It appeared to have chunks of peaches amongst the oats, and I was about to reach for the spoon when a quicker hand swooped in to snatch it. I glared at Eli as he took a spoonful of the hot cereal, and was surprised when he jutted out his bottom lips and brought it close to my mouth. Was he trying to feed me?
"You are not feeding me." I said with a small, witty grin, and his expression sank to one of disappointment.
"Why not?" He questioned, clearly pouting. Much to his dismay, I grabbed the spoon from him.
"I can feed myself, Eli. I'm a big girl." I pointed out with a giggle before bringing the spoon to my mouth, raising my eyebrows when the oatmeal turned out to be surprisingly good tasting.
"You're no fun." He muttered with a smirk, and I stuck my tongue out at him as I reached for my drink in a plastic cup on the tray. I peered inside to see orange juice, and I took a gulp of it, the tart yet sweet taste contrasting against the oatmeal. I grinned before taking another spoonful of the slightly cold cereal, and I brought it up to his mouth. He smirked and parted his lips happily, making me giggle as I placed the spoon in his mouth. Eli and I ended up finishing the whole large bowl together, and I swung the table back to its original place near the wall. My stomach felt rather full, and I just wanted to lounge around until it settled. Although, laying here is all I've been doing the past few days, anyway. I pressed my head to the pillow, smiling when Eli followed suit, his smirk in place. He draped his arm delicately over my hip, and I stared at the graphic of his band t-shirt as a light pink hue rushed to my cheeks. With his other hand, he lifted my chin up with his index finger until we were eye to eye. I glanced from his eyes to his smirking lips, smirking myself when he leaned closer to connect our lips in a kiss. It was chaste, innocent and loving, and I smiled into it before moving away to look at him.
"I love you." I said brightly, feeling like I was glowing, and that nothing could stop the shine. He smiled genuinely while rubbing my hip lightly with his fingers.
"I love you too." He replied, before burying his face in my unruly hair. I giggled when I heard him sigh happily, and we must have laid there for at least half an hour before my yawn disrupted our in sync breathing. "Tired?" He questioned, his voice slightly muffled against my collar bone, and I laughed wryly.
"Not really." I lied, not wanting to drift away from this rare moment we were sharing. I just wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew that'd be impossible. Eventually, we'd have to get back to our lives. But I cherished this sweet moment, because it was both calming and heart-racing having him this close to me. I heard Eli yawn against my shirt, and I played with the hair at the nape of his neck while he caressed my side. Soon, his hand stopped, and I looked down to see he had fallen asleep. I smiled, my fingers continuing to play with his dark brown hair. In his sleep, his snarkiness, sarcasm, and his smirk disappeared, leaving him to be this innocent teenage boy, unaffected by anything going on around him. His mouth was open slightly, breathing deeply but lightly as his chest rose and fell with each breath. I don't know how long I watched him, but he looked so calm and light, I couldn't take my eyes off of his sleeping face.
He was my protector, my savior, my match. He was truly perfect. If God wanted me to rescue myself, I'm positive that by sending me Eli, He was giving me the push I needed to start this self-saving. But what if I didn't want to start? What if I wasn't ready? I'd figure it out. But right now, all I wanted was to enjoy and savor this moment with my perfect match, my sleeping savior. And as I closed my eyes and started to drift off into sleep, I saw my guardian angel behind my eyelids. I saw the big brown doe eyes and light chocolate hair of my mother, smiling at me, half of her body engulfed by a cloud. I didn't know whether this was a pre-occurring dream, or a premonition, or something else. But it was the last thing I saw before a different picture started to float inside my dream.
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I woke up when I heard the sharp sound of the door handle turning, and when I lifted my head to see CeCe, I grinned at her. Turning back to Eli for a glance, I saw that he was smiling in his sleep, making my heart warm and my face soon mirrored his.
"Baby Girl, the doctor called my cell phone a little while ago, and he said that they can discharge you from the hospital at 1:00." She told me, coming in the door fully, Bullfrog following suit. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw that it read 12:42. "So I'm going to hang out in here while Bullfrog signs some papers, since your father isn't here." She said sweetly, and I calmed my hand from shaking after she said his name. Bullfrog walked over and ruffled my hair with his hand, shooting me a half smile before leaving the room. CeCe sat down on the familiar green couch, another paper bag in her hand. "Did you get the chance to eat lunch yet?" She questioned me, and I shook my head.
"I've been sleeping for a few hours." I explained, and she nodded, grinning while she peered inside the bag to pull out a Burger King wrapper, assumedly containing a cheeseburger. She handed it to me happily. "Thank you so much, CeCe." I thanked her, and she waved it off like it was nothing.
"Bullfrog and I stopped to go through the Burger King drive through, and we picked up meals for you and Baby Boy, but I guess he'll have to wait." She told me, smiling at her sleeping son that had his arm slung across my side. "Thank you." She said to me, which made my eyebrows pull together in confusion.
"For what?" I asked curiously, and she patted my leg with her palm in thanks again.
"For making my Elijah happy." She answered, her eyes getting teary, and she wiped them with her sleeve while she laughed wryly at her emotional self. "I remember a couple years ago, he came home after school smiling like an idiot. I practically had to beat it out of him, but he hold me that he met this girl. That girl was you, Clare." She said happily, and my heart warmed at her words. "When Julia passed away, he was broken. I was beginning to forget what his smile looked like." She muttered sadly. "But ever since he met you, Baby Girl, he's better. He laughs, he smiles, he's happy." She finished, and I blinked back the tears that were beginning to form. I felt Eli's arms tighten around me, and I looked to his face to see his green eyes staring into mine.
I thought he was asleep. But he'd heard the whole thing.
"I should be the one saying thank you." I told both CeCe and Eli, taking a chance and kissing his lips briefly. We parted, and Eli smiled at me brightly.
"What'd I miss?" Bullfrog questioned as he stood in the doorway, a smirk on his face. Eli glared at him, and Bullfrog raised an eyebrow. "Clarabelle is officially dismissed!" He said with a cheesy grin, and soon after his sentence, a nurse came in to unhook me from the heart-monitor and give me a few last tests before saying I could leave. I was asked if I needed a wheel chair, but I shook my head, convinced that I could walk. I limped down the hallway, through the lobby, down the ramp, and into the parking lot, Eli keeping his hand on my lower back for support the whole time. Bullfrog grabbed his keys from CeCe and pulled his car up front so I wouldn't have to walk across the parking lot. CeCe got in the passenger seat of the old black car, and Eli picked me up and gently set me down in the backseat. He shut the door and went around to the other side of the car, sliding in the other side of the seat, and then we were off. Eli smirked at me and gently pulled me into his lap, holding me like a baby, careful not to apply any pressure on my injuries. I turned my head into his chest, looking at him from that angle, and this whole thing felt too good to be true. It was as if I was in a romance movie, because the love and adoration Eli had in his eyes was one that I didn't know anyone could have while in their teenage years. It amazed me how our relationship wasn't like normal teenage love, it felt so real.
I snuggled further into his chest, smiling against his shirt as he held me tighter, soft rock music coming through the speakers of the car as we pulled into their driveway. Eli pulled the door handle and set me down gently, getting out of the car and scooping me back into his arms as I giggled.
"You don't have to carry me." I told him, and he only smirked.
"That's no fun." He quoted himself from earlier, and I gave up trying to convince him to put me down. He carried me up his front steps, CeCe holding the door carefully as Eli walked through the door with me in his arms. "Where do you want to lie down?" He asked, looking down at me.
"It doesn't matter to me. Wherever you want. It's your house." I answered, and he smirked, heading for the stairs. "Thank you Bullfrog and CeCe!" I called as Eli carried me upstairs.
"No need to thank us, sweetie!" CeCe called back, and I heard Bullfrog's booming laughter as we disappeared up the steps. Eli carried me into his room, and gently sat me down on the bed, laying behind me and pressing his stomach to my back.
"Do you want to change your clothes? I can lend you a shirt." He offered, and I looked down at my dirty, smudged shirt.
"Is it okay if I shower first, though?" I asked him, and he didn't answer. "Eli?" I questioned.
"Um… it's just that the nurse said you'd need help showering." He reminded me, and I groaned.
"If I take a bath, I won't need assistance." I pointed out, hoping that I'd found a loophole.
"I guess you have a point." He mumbled against my shirt, letting me go and kissing my shoulder before getting up. He walked into the hallway, and came back with a towel and a washcloth. I sat up, and immediately felt the stiffness of the wrappings around my torso. I lifted up my shirt to glance at the bindings, and found the end of it and started to tug. A grimace turned my face down at the pain, and Eli set the towels on his bed at the sight of me. "Do you want me to help you with those?" He asked, and I nodded hesitantly as he helped me up onto my feet. I held my arms up, and he hiked my shirt up until it was right below my bust-line. He tugged at the bandage wrapped around me, and muttered a quiet sorry as I flinched at the sensation. He was careful as he unwrapped the bandages, the tight feeling gone after he removed them completely. I glanced down at my stomach, closing my eyes again as I saw the lumpy purple and black bruises, some of them fading to a sick green color. I heard Eli sigh unhappily as he assumedly saw the discolorations too, and he kissed my forehead as he reached behind me to get the towels.
He guided me out the door and into the bathroom, starting the bathwater as it rushed into the tub. He stood there awkwardly before handing me the towels.
"I'll, um… wait outside the door until you're finished." He said, turning to walk out the door. He stopped and turned around suddenly, his smirk apparent. "And, if you need help, please, feel free to let me in." He said, wiggling his eyebrows and winking at me. I smacked his arm, grinning, before pushing him outside the door, careful not to tug on my ribs. Once the door was shut, I took the opportunity to take a good, hard look at myself, something I hadn't had the chance to do. My hair was flat, but the curls were still bouncy. My face was normal, other than the fading bruise on my cheek, and my knees were skinned but scabbing over. I undressed and stopped the water at the appropriate height, wincing when I grabbed the sides of the tub to lower myself into the warm water. Once I was fully in, I sighed in relief. I eyed the lavender shampoo, smiling at how CeCe is always prepared. I grabbed it rubbed it into my hair, rinsing it out after rubbing soap on my body. It felt good to get off all of the grime and sweat, but now I was faced with the painful job of getting out of the tub. I braced myself on the sides and tried to lift myself, groaning loudly at the agony ripping through my stomach when I ended up on my knees in the water.
"You okay?" Eli called through the door, hearing my painful groan.
"Yeah." I yelled back, wincing severely when I somehow got myself up onto my feet. I grabbed the shower wall as I stepped out from the tub, grimacing and wrapping a towel around myself.
"You sure?" He called through the door sounding worried.
"Eli. I'm fine." I assured him, laughing slightly. I took a smaller towel and dried my hair until it was only slightly dampened, and used it to dry myself off as well. I put on a pair of underwear and a bra, and then threw my head back and groaned softly when I had no shirt or pants. "Eli?" I yelled.
"Yeah?" He called back, and I heard rustling outside the door as he stood up. I opened the door a crack so only my head peeked out and met his eyes, and I felt my face heat up as I asked him this. "Can you… um, bring me a shirt and a pair of boxers or something?" I asked him, and he smirked as he held up his index finger, signaling me to wait as he went back in his room. He came back with a black Dead Hand t-shirt and a pair of grey basketball shorts, and I smiled at him before saying a small thanks and closing the door. Before slipping on Eli's clothes, I stared at my swollen and discolored stomach, and I brushed my finger across one area and winced. I slipped on his shorts, careful not to bend my body too much before I slipped the t-shirt over my head. I ruffled my hair before I opened the door, my dirty clothes in hand. Eli smirked and looked me up and down, making my face adorn a dark pink hue again.
"You look cute." He commented, his smirk never leaving his face. I bit my lip and redirected my eyes, making him chuckle lightly before putting his hand on my lower back to guide me back into his room. I tried not to move my hips too much, because the movement made my torso tense, guaranteeing pain.
"Can you put the bandages back on, please? It hurts." I told him, grimacing as I sat down on the edge of his bed.
"I'm not sure how to do it, exactly… I'll go ask CeCe." He said, pecking me on the forehead before disappearing behind his doorframe. For the first time, I noticed very light bruising on my wrists, and I looked away, the thought of my father holding me down against the floor making my stomach turn in knots. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and CeCe stepped into the room, smiling at me when Eli followed suit. I stood up, Eli darting over to the bed to help me. He lifted my shirt until it was just below my bra, smirking when he saw the blush on my cheeks. CeCe's eyes widened when she saw my stomach, but Eli gave her a pointed look and then returned to normal. Then she got to work with the bandages.
"I'm sorry if it hurts, Baby Girl." She told me when I winced half way through, and I insisted that it was fine. When she was finished, she patted my shoulder after I thanked her for her help. She waved her hand as usual, signaling it wasn't that big of a deal. Eli thanked her as well before she went back downstairs.
"Is it okay if I take a shower, quick?" He questioned, and I nodded immediately.
"Of course. This is you're house." I reminded him again, and grinned before pressing a sweet peck on my lips. He grabbed a change of clothes and a couple towels.
"I'll be really quick." He promised, and then he was gone. I immediately missed him, but then convinced myself I was being silly. I'd been with him the past few days constantly, why should I miss him now? I took a few minutes to really take a good look at his bedroom, eyeing the band posters on the wall with a small grin. A Day To Remember, Bless The Fall, Escape The Fate, Dead Hand, and many more adorned his room, and there was barely any walls visible. I noticed he's cleaned a little bit, and everything was placed in its own box. There were only a few articles of dirty clothing on the floor, but what do you expect for a guy's bedroom? I laughed when I saw a line of pictures from a photo booth, Adam and him making goofy and serious faces all the way down the row. I laid down on the bed, resting my slightly damp hair on his pillow as I surveyed his room. A loud bang came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by a curse word, and I laughed at the fact of Eli hurrying so much he ended up falling.
The bathroom door opened a minute later, the light from it pouring out into the hallway and then clicking off as Eli strode out of there and back into his bedroom. I giggled at his messy hair, remember how it had looked when he took a shower when I had last been here before my 'accident'. He smirked at me before shaking it around, only making it worse.
"Miss me?" Eli asked playfully as he draped his towel over his desk chair, dropping his dirty clothes into a tall laundry basket.
"Definitely." I answered truthfully, and he gently laid on his back next to me. He turned his head to face me, grinning when I laughed at him.
"So… what do you want to do?" He questioned, his grin still in place.
"I don't know…" I trailed off, leaning over gingerly and connecting our lips. He tensed in surprise, making me smile against his mouth, but he soon loosened up and nudged me onto my back. He turned his body, never disconnecting our lips, making me lay down flat to assure that I was comfy. I brushed my lips over his, and he made a low noise in his throat before slipping his tongue into my mouth, grinning against me.
"Oh! Um… Baby Boy, your dad and I bought you a burger for lunch earlier…" I heard CeCe say awkwardly from the door, and we broke apart from the kiss, burying my face in his chest in embarrassment. Eli got up to retrieve the bag, saying something about 'knocking' to his mom before she left, leaving the door open a crack. He sat back down on the bed, setting the fast-food bag on his bedside table before turning back to me. He chuckled at my blushing cheeks.
"C'mon, Clare, it could've been worse." He pointed out, only making me raise an eyebrow at him in question. He smirked before reconnecting our lips, only kissing me for a few seconds until his stomach growled hungrily, both of us immediately stopping our movement and laughing against each other's lips.
"Eat." I told him, pulling back to lay down while he pouted when he grabbed the bag from his bedside table.
"I always get interrupted…" He said disgruntled, making me giggle as he bit into the burger, closing his eyes as he tasted it, only making me laugh again. I watched as he devoured the whole thing, crinkling up the bag and wrapper and throwing it into his trash can skillfully, giving me a smug look when my mouth was agape.
"What? I've had lots of practice. I'm lazy." He defended, making me roll my eyes at him. Surprisingly, he didn't try to kiss me again, he only shaped himself to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, playing with a damp curl of my hair. But then a thought came to my mind, making me realize that this happy glow radiating from me wouldn't last long.
"You know, I'm going to have to go back to my house to get clothes…" I trailed off, making him sigh unhappily.
"I know, I've thought about it. I'm going in there with you." He told me, making my muscles relax, giving me a calming effect. However, his hand that had been playing with my auburn curl of hair was now on my shoulder, rubbing tense but soothing circles on my shoulder blade. "When do you want to go?" He asked hesitantly, already knowing my answer.
"Can we go now? Just to get it over with?" I pleaded with him, and he sighed before nodding and agreeing with me unsurely.
"Fine. But, I'm going in with you. I want to make sure you're safe." He reminded me, and I nodded, smiling before placing a light peck on his chest, hearing him sigh when I did so. He got up, helping me sit up on the edge of the bed while he slipped on a pair of Vans sneakers. He handed me a pair of socks and my old gray converse, helping me put them on before lifting putting his hands under my knees and back, lifting me into his arms as he carried me out of his room.
"You know, you don't have to carry me. I can walk." I defended myself, laughing as we were halfway down the stairs.
"Aw, but that'd ruin my fun." He replied snarkily, making me giggle again. When we were all the way down the steps, I smiled as CeCe and Bullfrog were lounging on the couch watching TV, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder. They both redirected their attention to us, Bullfrog laughing at the sight of me in his arms, making me blush yet again.
"Did you guys have fun up there?" He questioned, trying to hold back a grin, but failing miserably as his laughter erupted from his mouth. His question only made me blush harder, and Bullfrog earned a smack on the arm from CeCe, something that seemed to happening a lot with the two.
"Dad." Eli groaned, still smiling jokingly, making both his parents laugh. "We're going to go pick up some clothes for Clare. We'll back in a little bit." He explained before getting waved off, and we stepped through the front door and onto the porch, the sun making the porch cast a large shadow against his green lawn. My blush insisted on staying, much to my dismay. Eli was still grinning, shaking my head when he looked at me, looking ashamed of his parents. I giggled as he brought me to the passenger side of Morty and opened the door, setting me down gently in the passenger seat before closing the door and running around to his side. He fished the keys out of his pockets before opening the door and climbing in, starting the hearse and listening to the familiar grumbling sound of the engine as he backed out of the driveway. It was silent for a minute before he turned on the radio, letting me decide which station I wanted to listen to. I settled on Eli's favorite rock station, smiling when I saw him nodding to the music, smirking.
The song ended a couple minutes later, and I looked out the windows to view the surrounding. I tensed when I saw we were close to my house, and I felt Eli grab my hand while we turned onto a side road, only a few streets away from my personal hell. A minute later, I saw the green sign saying my street name, and Eli's jaw clenched as we turned. Everywhere, my muscles were shaking and then tensing.
And as the roof of my house came into view overtop of a tree, I silently prayed to a God I didn't know I believed in, that my dad's cruiser wouldn't be in the driveway.
End of Chapter 11.
Ooooh, cliffy alert! haha. Leave a review and tell me what you thought of this chapter? Please? (:
So, like many other writers on this website, I might now update my stories as much after this week. Unfortunately, summer has come to an end, and I have to go back to high schoooool on September 1st. :/ Grrrff. So, yeah, I'll try to update as soon as I can, possibly next week?
-Emmy.