Twelve.
I was bored, so bored that I couldn't comprehend that this level of boredom actually existed. I was depressed, so completely and utterly depressed. I was hungry too, Gramps was yet to buy any kind of food, so for the last two weeks I'd been forced to buy food from the fish and chip shop. I couldn't cook at all, couldn't even light the stove without causing an explosion. At least when we lived in the city there was more to choose from in the fast food industry. At least in the city half our belongings weren't packed away into storage and awaiting their turn to be hauled down in a truck. I was bored, depressed, hungry and wanting something other than fish and chips to eat.
"Hey, it's you again," someone said.
I looked up from the greasy paper to see who had spoken to me. It was that guy again, he seemed to eat take away almost as often as I did. He'd first sat across from me because there was no where else to sit, and then he continued to sit and talk with me every time we were in the shop together. He put a plate and a cup of coffee on the table and sat down. I found myself staring at the plate of food, I didn't know they made burgers, I didn't know they served things on plates. I didn't know you could get a burger that big.
"What's that?" I asked, my eyes so wide I swear they were going to pop out of my head.
"Works burger," he said grabbing a chip off the side of the plate.
"What's on it?"
"Um, lettuce, tomato, beetroot, beef pattie, bacon, egg, pineapple, onion, cheese and sauce."
"I… want it," I said staring at it.
"Want to swap?"
"Yes!" I almost yelled, shoving my paper of fish and chips over the table and grabbing his plate simultaneously.
I looked at it in wonder, trying to figure out how to eat it without dislocating my jaw. I managed though, and it was probably the best thing I had eaten for weeks. I couldn't finish it and the chips on the side though, so I pushed the plate back over to the man.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
I licked the sauce and grease off my fingers one at a time, looking up at him. He was staring at me, looking at me over lip of his coffee. I licked the last bit of lost sauce off my finger and looked at him, wondering what I had done to make him stare like that. Did I have something on my face? I licked a finger and wiped the corners of my mouth, making sure there was nothing there.
"So," he asked, after clearing his throat. "What are you going to do now?"
"Nothing," I said, resting my head on my hand. "I'm so bored, Gramps still hasn't sent for most of our things and I've got nothing to do. Usually I would just read a book or something, but the only thing we brought with us is our clothes and our beds."
"Or something?" he asked. "What's something?"
"Well, I use to like watching documentaries. My Mum use to buy them for me all the time, but all my DVD's are with the books in storage."
"That's a shame. Say, what's your name?"
"Lavi. What's yours?"
"Say, Lavi," he said, completely ignoring my question. "Do you like video games?"
"Mum never let me play them, she said they rotted your brain."
"That is also a shame," he said standing. "No one your age should have never played a game of Super Mario. Would you like to come to my house and play some video games?"
Mum had never let me play them, I had long since gotten over them. Yet when someone was there offering something that was basically taboo to me, I knew I couldn't resist. I thought briefly about the whole, don't go with strangers thing, but I really didn't see any harm in him. He was probably just as bored as I was.
"Sure, how far is it?"
"It's a little out of town, but I have transport."
"Transport?"
"Yeah come see," he said walking for the door.
I pushed away from the table and ran after him. He was already half way up the street when I exited the shop. I ran toward him and grabbed his shirt, making him slow down. He smiled down at me and took my hand, leading me up the street. I hadn't had someone hold my hand for what felt like forever, and even though it was a stranger, I liked it. It was comforting and reminded me of the way my mother would hold my hand, even when I told her I was too old for that kind of thing.
"Here we are," he said, letting go of my hand.
I looked up from my hand in time to see him swing a leg over a motorbike. He shoved a helmet over his head and then tapped the bike in front of him
"Get on," he said with a smile as he patted the seat in front of him.
"Mum said bikes are dangerous."
"You gonna live your whole life listening to your mother? Sounds like she doesn't like anything fun."
I wanted to yell at him, ask him what the hell he knew about my mother. Yet, she was gone, and I wanted to get away from her and her memory, including all the things she would never let me do. So I grabbed his shoulder and pulled myself up onto the bike, sitting down in front of him
"You can't sit there, you might fall off."
He wrapped an arm around my stomach and pulled me back until my back pressed against his chest, and his thighs pressed against mine.
"Hang on tight now," he said.
"Hang on where?" I asked, looking around the front of the bike as to what I was to hold on to.
"Here," he said, grabbing my hands and pressing them on to his legs.
I rolled my hands into his jeans, and the next thing I knew I was flying. I gripped to him tighter as the bike sped through the streets and out onto a stretch of road that seemed to go on forever. The wind was so strong it pushed me back until I was pressed hard against the man's chest. When I got over the fear I decided that when I grew up, I wanted a motorbike. In fact I never wanted to travel by anything other than motorbike ever again. There was a thrill to the whole thing that left me feeling breathless. It felt like freedom, but the underlying sense of danger lay close to the surface. I felt scared, but so exhilarated at the same time that I didn't care.
All too soon for my liking the bike pulled into a driveway and stopped in front of a large gate.
"Do you mind getting the gate?" the man asked, pulling the helmet off of his head.
I finally let go of the tight grip I had on his jeans and slid off the bike, my legs shaking. I stumbled towards the gate, wanting to ask him if we could just ride on the bike again. Reaching the gate, I grabbed the chain and slid a link off a nail, hammered into a wooden fence spike. I pulled the gate open and he drove the bike in. While he was leading the bike in, I took the time to take in my surroundings. We were way out of town, on the desert side. There were fields and fields of empty land. In the distance I could see what looked like herds of cattle.
"Close the gate," the man yelled over the roar of the bike.
I rushed to do as he said, running in and closing the gate behind me. I drew the chain up and behind me the motor shut off.
"Bikes are fun right?" he asked with a smile, sliding off the now parked bike.
"Y-yeah," I panted, not realizing I was still breathless from the whole thing.
"Imagine how good Super Mario is," he said with a laugh, walking passed me with a brush on the shoulder.
I ran after him and caught up to him as he entered the house. He was fast and I barely had time to take in the house, I saw a dirty living room, a kitchen that seemed untouched, and a hallway that was streaked with dirty finger prints. I caught up with him at last and entered a room that would be considered tidy compared to the rest of the house.
He was crouching in front of a small television that was set on the floor, numerous cords surrounding it.
"Have a seat," he said, turning around and patting a cushion on the floor.
I sat down where he inclined and he then thrust a controller into my hands.
"Welcome to the world of the Super Nintendo!" he said with a smile.
…
I had finally gotten use to the controls when he struck a match and lit up the rollie in his mouth. As the funny smelling smoke filled the air, I tried to suppress a groan but failed in the end.
"Cigarettes kill you, you know," I said, trying to focus on the screen.
All I had to do was jump on some spiky turtle three times, why was it so difficult?
"This isn't a cigarette," he said blowing out a plume of smoke.
"Looks like a cigarette," I said distracted, resulting in Mario going up in flames. "Great."
Beside me the man chuckled and blew out another plume of smoke. I watched him and my intrigue grew, if it wasn't a cigarette what was it? I had to ask.
"If it's not a cigarette what is it?"
"Something that makes you feel good, it makes you happy," he said with a smile, his eyes looking awfully bloodshot.
"Happy?" I mumbled.
"Yeah, do you want to try?"
I had to admit I was curious, and I was miserable. I was willing to try something new just to see if it made me happy. It wasn't like Mum was alive to scold me anymore, and Gramps didn't care.
"O-okay," I said at last, feeling nervous.
He smiled, passing me the smoke, and it scared me a little bit. I took it lightly and stared at it, what did I do next? I looked up at him who was still smiling. Not wanting to look like I didn't know what I was doing, I shoved the thing in my mouth and breathed deeply. I immediately regretted it as the smoke burned my throat and I started to cough and choke. I practically threw the thing back at him, who was laughing his head off.
"That's disgusting," I choked, my head feeling light.
My heart started to pound in my chest and I could hear the pounding like my heart was in my ear. I tried to swallow but my throat and tongue felt like sandpaper. I began to feel scared because I didn't know what was happening to me. My eyes felt heavy and my head felt light but it was impossible to move.
"I think you had too much for a beginner," he said.
It took me a while to register what he was saying. Far too late, I turned my head to face him and said, "Huh?"
He took one look at my face and fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Watching him roll around of the floor laughing his head off made me chuckle, then laugh, and then I was also rolling on the floor clutching my stomach. Every time we stopped to catch out breath, all we had to do was look at each other and the laughter would start up all over again. In between the laughing I smoked more of the rollie and so did he. I was laughing so hard that my stomach was hurting and tears were streaming down my face. Something else I noticed was just how dry my mouth and throat were, they felt completely raw. The annoying pain in my throat was enough to distract me from the laughter. I sat up from rolling around on the floor and tried to figure out just why my mouth was so dry.
"Dry throat?" the man asked, also sitting up.
I nodded and kneaded my jaw which was also sore from all the laughing.
"I'll go grab you something."
He got to his feet, slowly and with a lot of wobbling that I almost started a laughing fit all over again. I bit my lip and watched him walk out of the room on shaky legs.
He returned not long after with two cans of drink in his hands. He passed one to me and I didn't even bother to look at what it was before pouring it down my throat. It had a sour, foamy taste that I wasn't use to and I didn't enjoy. However it was cold and wet and that was all I cared about. I quickly finished the can and looked up at him, feeling myself sway lightly.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Beer."
"Beer!" I said shocked, but I was feeling alright now. "Can I have another one?"
…
The sun had long since gone down, and I don't know how many cans of the stuff I had drank. Cans seemed to litter the floor and both of us were responsible. I could barely see him and when I did see him there was two of him. He was smiling like he was planning something every time I looked at him. I would usually just look away and try and play Super Mario again. I was beginning to die more and more often so I eventually threw the controller away from me in disgust. I turned to look at him again, the same creepy smile on his face, I refused to turn away this time though.
"What?" I snapped at him, he hadn't said anything for over an hour.
"Do you feel good now, Lavi?" he asked, scooting over to sit closer to me.
Actually I was feeling a little sick, but overall I was feeling pretty good.
"Yeah," I slurred, picking up a can. "I feel good."
He scooted over closer to me until our shoulders brushed against one another. He rested an arm around my shoulder and I turned to him was a glare. His free hand grabbed my chin and pulled me forward, until he was pressing his lips against mine.
"Yuck," I said, pushing him away, laughing slightly.
"It feels good," he whispered, pulling me close again. "I promise."
"No," I said pushing him away with limp hands.
"Have I lied to you so far?"
I didn't have time to reply as he pushed himself on me again. I struggled at first, not liking the taste of someone else's mouth against mine, and the feel of someone else's tongue licking at my lips. At some point I got use to it, and then I started to realize it did feel good.
He pulled away and pressed a finger to my bottom lip.
"Say ahh."
I opened my mouth slightly and then he moved in and kissed me again, this time running his tongue along mine. He pushed me back until I rested on the ground, his weight holding me down. I jumped when I felt his hand slip up under my shirt, making him pull away again.
"Want to know what else feels good?" he whispered, rubbing his hand across my stomach.
"Y-yes," I whined.
"I'll show you, and then you can do the same to me. I want to feel good too. Okay?"
"…O-okay," I said, sealing my fate.
…
I woke with a start and tried to sit up but something was holding me down. Allen was sleeping peacefully on my chest, his left arm wrapped around me, the other curled up between us. I smiled down sadly at his sleep face and went to move him off me, slowly and carefully so as not to wake him. He grumbled a bit as I lay him back down, shuffling around and raising a clenched fist to rub at his eyes. He mumbled something incoherent and then laid still, a small smile on his face. He was so cute and innocent, he was just like a little kid.
As soon as I thought that I felt sick. I didn't just think that did I? He wasn't a kid, he was a teenage boy, Christ, I just called him a boy. I couldn't think like that. I was just making myself paranoid now.
I was constantly comparing myself to that arse hole lately, thinking that maybe I was doing the same thing to Allen that he had done to me. I would tell myself I wasn't like that because there was only two years between Allen and I. That arse hole was more than seven years older than me, making him nineteen at the time. That was wrong, what I felt for Allen was, normal, we were similar in age so it was alright. I just couldn't think about him as a kid, even though, he was small and cute and totally naive half the time. I was seriously starting to freak myself out, why was I thinking about this now? Why did I have to have those memories come back to me?
We had finished our week together, both of us wanting to stay longer but there was a certain lack of food. It had started off with a lot of ups and downs, but after we got so much out of the way on the second day it had all been smooth sailing. Not to mention Allen had been a hell of a lot more open to trying new things. Which just made me feel even more guilty. It's not like I had planned on making Allen pleasure me, but it wasn't like I was upset with it. All I had wanted to do was be with him, and I guess everything that went with it.
Allen mumbled in his sleep again and rolled onto his side.
I couldn't be around him right now. I needed a little space, and something to drink, just a little bit nothing big. Unfortunately I didn't think there was anything left, we had gone to town on the alcohol and there wasn't much left. I shuffled through all the empty bottles. I was considering tipping all the little bits into one bottle when I stumbled across one bottle with about two inches left in it. I took it with me and walked away from our camp site, walking towards the water and settling down at the far edge. I uncapped the bottle and emptied the bottle seconds later. I didn't feel any better. Just a small cut, that was what I needed, just one.
I smashed the bottle against the ground and picked through the broken pieces, trying to find one bigger than the others. I picked out a piece and noticed I was shaking. Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit…. Shit. Just one that was all I needed.
I placed the glass to my wrist and dug it in, dragging it across quickly before I had time to rethink. The blood welled up quickly and started to pour and drip down my arm. It was deeper than I intended but the sting wasn't enough, I'd said only one, but two would be alright. I set the glass below the first cut and pressed in again. I drew it across, enjoying the sting, and then felt another sting, this time to my face. I fell to my side and felt a foot plant itself in my stomach.
"You stupid, idiot!" Allen yelled, stomping down on my stomach again. "You arse!"
I felt the piece of glass pulled out of my grip and Allen kicked me again. I honestly hadn't expected Allen to come and beat the crap out of me at the moment.
"C-calm down, Allen," I gasped, pushing myself up.
"Why the fuck should I!" he yelled, smacking me across the face again.
I looked at the ground and rubbed my face, I had no idea Allen could hit so hard. He knelt down in front of me and then threw his arms around me, I have to admit, I flinched, I was a little scared of him at the moment.
"You don't need to do that anymore," he said into my shoulder.
Fair enough, I had told him I did it because he rejected me, but there were a number of other reasons as well.
"Allen, am I a bad person?"
"NO! Why are you asking that?"
"I just, I don't want to be like him. I'm scared that you only think you like me because of what I've done."
He pulled away and struck me across the face again. Thankfully, he just slapped me this time instead of using his fist, I'd been pelted enough for the time being.
"Everything I did was what I wanted to do you, dick head!"
Wow, he was really pissed off at me. To prove my point he slapped me once again and then sat down heavily beside me.
I almost laughed when he threw a cigarette at me and lit one up himself. At least he had gotten into smoking all on his own and it wasn't something I had introduced to him.
"Where did these come from?" I asked, dodging the lighter he threw at me.
"I woke up and saw you, so I came to have a smoke with you… Jerk."
I lit up and leaned back on my elbows, trying to ignore my throbbing face. I could still feel the blood running down my arm. I would have to do something about that soon. I stood up, intending to go take care of my arm, but as I went to walk away I felt a tug at my shirt. I looked down to see Allen gripping my shirt tightly, giving me a look that could easily break my heart if he tried a little harder. I dropped my hand and held onto his for a moment, and then pried his fingers away from my shirt.
"I'm just going to fix this," I said raising my bleeding arm. "Don't panic."
I walked back to the camp and over to the first aid kit I had brought. I sat down and unpacked everything I needed, droplets of blood staining everything I touched. I soaked a piece of gauze in disinfectant and pressed it to my arm, biting my lip at the pain. I pressed down hard and dabbed at it every now and then, slowly causing the blood flow to stop. I threw the bloody gauze to the side and pushed another alcohol soaked gauze to my arm. It didn't sting as bad as the first one but it still wasn't pleasant. Despite the pain, I held it in place and wrapped a bandage around my arm. I secured it tightly and looked down at it, I'd had worse, but I'd never been caught in the act before. I crossed my legs underneath me and wished I'd had a little more self control. If only so Allen wouldn't have hit me so many times.
I heard foot steps dragging along the ground and looked up to see Allen, his gaze down cast.
"We should probably start packing," I said, going to stand up, "We'll have to leave before it gets too... oof!"
Allen had landing himself right in my lap, curling himself up to my chest.
"Don't ever do it again," he mumbled, his whole body shaking.
"Okay, Allen," I said, wrapping my arms around him and holding him closer.
"Promise."
"…"
"Promise me!"
"Sure, I promise," I cringed, knowing I would probably break my promise.
"I hate you," Allen grumbled.
I cringed again. Though I knew he didn't mean what he said, doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Somehow I think he knew I was lying, that's why he said what he said. I rubbed a hand up and down his arm, and squeezed him against me. He really was small, he fit against me so easily and it scared me. I didn't want to think I'd become some pervy older man that had a thing for little boys, even if Allen wasn't one. He was small though, and he still had the body of one. Would I still like him when he grew up more? When he started to grow facial and more bodily hair, would I still be interested? I shuddered at the thought. Why was I thinking these things now, and not earlier? I think it was when Allen finally told me that he liked me too. I started to become scared that I had some how manipulated him after all.
It's not like I ever looked at anyone else. It had been nothing but Allen for years. I had to wonder though if it was just because Allen was who I saw and interacted with first after everything that happened with that arse. I hadn't planned on it, I was just curious about the new kid in town. He was just sitting out the front of his house, looking so utterly heart broken and it was like a slap to the face. That was it, I just wanted him. I didn't even think that he was twelve at the time, I was only fourteen myself. Does that make things any better? He was thirteen when I first kissed him, just after his birthday, was that alright? For a thirteen and a fifteen year old to kiss, was that alright, even if we were both boys? Not that, that kind of thing mattered to me anymore.
Why was I thinking this? Things weren't that bad, we were only two years apart and I was drawn to Allen himself, not his body. I drummed those words into my head, telling myself over and over again that it was okay. What I felt was normal and I wasn't like that arse hole. I swear to god the next time I see him I'm going to punch him right in the face. I hadn't seen him for a while, not since we had, had sex. How I wish I hadn't slept with him, what the fuck was I thinking at the time? Wait, I know, I was thinking, 'I'm a dumb fucking moron that doesn't deserve anything more than some pedo who had corrupted me in every way possible'. Fucking arse wipe, dick head, pedo, I never wanted to see him again but I kind of wanted to just so I could punch him.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Allen's hand resting against my cheek. I looked down at him, seeing him leaning forward to kiss me.
"Woah there, Allen," I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away, "Not right now, I can't."
"A-Alright," he said, pulling his hand away and resting his face back against my chest.
"Don't get too comfortable, we should go back soon. Besides, you're probably getting hungry."
"I'm alright," he said, however a moment later his stomach grumbled loudly.
I laughed as he blushed and pushed himself off me.
We gathered our things together, I left all the empty cans and bottles behind, planning on coming and getting them again later. I didn't want to have to carry too much back to town, and I knew that I would be back up here in the hills soon enough.
We set off in silence, neither of us game to say anything to the other. Our trip back was much less eventful than out trip up, and it seemed so much longer because of the silence. I glanced at Allen a few times, he was carrying his guitar over one shoulder, his bag full of dry clothes on his back. God he was adorable, I had to look away. We walked in our uncomfortable silence and at one point Allen grabbed my hand and held it tightly. We didn't look at each other, but I was grateful for the contact.
Walking along the creek bed I heard the sounds of the town and slipped my hand out of his.
"I think you can make it back on your own from here," I said as I stopped walking.
"Alright," he said sadly.
He started to walk on while I stayed still. I had to go back to my house and drop off my stuff, and then go back and clean up.
"Wait!" I called out to Allen, running over to him.
He turned around and I crashed into him. I just had to confirm it all, I smashed my mouth to his, finding that I was starting to like it when our teeth clashed together that I could hear them click. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed myself into the kiss harder than I ever had before. I needed it, just to confirm that Allen was still there and was still willing to like me, and hope that maybe he would even love me. It was confirmed when Allen pushed back. It almost killed me because I was so happy and also guilt ridden.
Allen broke the kiss and looked up, staring me straight in the eye.
"Hey Lavi, are we like… together?" he asked.
I had to laugh at that, I really did.
"Only if you want to be, Al," I said, after controlling my laughter.
"I, think, um, that is if you want, I wouldn't mind," he said blushing.
He was just so cute.
"Sure thing, Allen," I said pecking him on the lips and then turning and running away.
He was so adorable, asking that. I really did love him. I just hoped it wouldn't all end in heart ache and pain.
...
First off, to the rotten thieving bastard who saw fit to steal my laundry bag and liquid from the laundromat while I went to the bakery for a pie… you suck. I hope the washing liquid leaks on your clean clothes you fucking prick…
Second, was this a bit cringe worthy? I thought it was.
Third, Kyaaaa over 90 review, I'm *sniff sniff* so happy. My next goal is to by pass my last fic which reached 125 reviews :D
animeobsessed001: Yeah, I hate reading stuff and people first get together even though they're both virgins or something I keep thinking 'How the hell do they know that the fuck they're doing! It's awkward as all hell and embarrassing to boot!' it's more like 'um, so, was that alright? no wait this goes here' I'm not making much sense am I? hehe A late review is still an awesome review :D
Pisces95: Sorry I got the sun setting thing from my old English teacher (who was actually English), but he could have been talking about the dead of winter. . . He did like to take the piss though so he could have been lying. It's funny I think your the first actual British reviewer, I have to keep reminding myself when writing as Allen things like, pants are trousers, chips are crisps, thongs are flip flops etc etc, I failed didn't I? I need to know gaaaaaaaaaah. Anyway *coughs* I'm glad you joined the story and hope you stick around, (please point out if Allen isn't being British enough heh).
KawaiiUsa: Yay another new reviewer. And he wasn't trying to be dominate (cause he failed anyway heh), he just wanted to make Lavi feel good. If Lavi always did all the work it would be a very one sided relationship, hmm I appear to be ranting, sorry.
ang694: Tsk tsk, he didn't molest him, not really. Heh. More like, um…
BlackSoulStar: We've reached the point where I don't know what to say anymore, so I'll so go with… Thanks for reading!
Colorful-Crap: That's cool, just calm down, breath. Stupid laptop breaking on you *shakes fist*. That's the thing about cliche' lines, they run through your head and you really want to write them just because it'll be a bit of a laugh if you do. But if I wrote "But I'm your idiot" (which I wanted to at a point), I would of thought it was extremely funny and then regretted it later. Heh
Sex-a-licious Usagi: That happens to me all the time, but usually when I'm at work, I'll check my inbox and go "Oh my god, 'such and such' updated!… And my break is an hour away *cries*" Although I usually end up sneaking into the bathroom or the storeroom and reading bits if it's a really good story.
And by the way I think your language is awesome, I don't know why but I always thought Finnish (And all Scandinavian languages) sounded kind of sexy. I use to watch a lot of late night foreign films heh.
I will reveal who did all that crap to Lavi in the next few chapters, but until then… I'm not telling near.
kitsune630: So I guess in the end I just kind of scared myself with the spider thing huh? And yes he will be back at some point dun dun duuuuun, plot give away.
FiresCreek: This chapter is probably going to be all the back story I'm going to do for Lavi at the time. I can't find a good way to work all his childhood in with out making it too overbearing so for now it's just this because this is more important. Did I make sense? Sometimes I confuse myself.
DarkEnvisions: I know what you mean about the back story thing, so annoying. When I first started writing out Allen's past it was so long and boring I was like, 'who the fuck wants to read this?' So I started over and it turned out a lot better. Thank god I did.
And I'm sorry for torturing them both so much, I can't help it *pouts*. If you think this is bad you should see what I did to them in another story, now that was torture.
I think if you read back you will find that they do indeed get hangovers, Allen had one so bad in one chapter that he had to lay at home and suck on ice cubes because he threw up so much. Also another time Lavi wakes up with one after spending the night on a bench. There are a few other times, but those are the ones I remember.
Yes, Yes I know you are a fan of 'the hip thingy', but I think it's time I put it to bed and move on to blow jobs… jk.
Also I will now stop trying to drown Allen, sorry about that, I thought it was funny.
Tomlinson's Thrusts: Yeah I knew you would like that, aha. No worries, I often get sleep deprived reviews, most of the time they're highly amusing. And ERRORS! noooo, point them out, I'm trying to destroy all errors.
The-Butterses: Aww, that's so cool that you did that for my story. I've done it too though, fanfic is so addictive right?
Hanashi o suru: HOORAY FOR PERVINESS…. sorry.
Katastrophi: Sorry that wasn't intentional, I just did the hip thing because I figured it was the only thing Allen really knew what to do. He's so inexperienced and all. Maybe plan out chapters I find things flow so much smoother when I do and I don't have to reach a chapter and go… oh shit, really should have mentioned something about this in chapter two.
That's all, I think, I don't think I missed anyone
