Chapter 14

"But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing
I love you because you have given me no choice but to stay, stay, stay"

- Stay Stay Stay, Taylor Swift

"All right, all right, up and at 'em!"

Drowsily, Percy blinks himself awake. Everything is still fuzzy and distorted, in that kind of way that happens whenever you get forcefully woken up, but if he squints he manages to make out a blurry black shape hovering over him.

He fists at his eyes to try and make it clearer, and when it does he screams so loud he hears Nico fall out of his bed in shock from the next room.

He prays that Mr D hasn't got a wife. Otherwise he would assume she would have that reaction every morning when she woke up and his ugly mug dangerously close to hers was the first thing she saw.

"Mr D!" he gasps. "I–I..."

He's definitely awake now. He really doesn't want this being a regular fixture.

"Percy," Dionysus says calmly. "I'm glad you're awake."

"You woke me up!"

"You've got a magazine article in three hours," he continues, like Percy hasn't even spoken. "You need to be showered and dressed, they're coming here."

"How did you even get into our house?"

"I have a key," he says. "Obviously."

Percy sits up and gapes at him. "Uh...?"

"Well," Mr D says pleasantly, like this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened. He pats Percy's leg. "Do hurry up, you need to whizz around with a vacuum after you're dressed. Honestly, this place is filthy, do you ever clean?"

Percy watches as he stands up and potters around Percy's room, running his finger along the windowsill like he's inspecting it. "Not really," he says. "We do, like, make sure we're not growing fungus anywhere, and we'll wipe down the sides after dinner, but we don't, like, sterilize it, if that's what you're asking?"

"Percy, my boy, you barely dust it. You're running a germ factory here."

"It's not a big deal."

Mr D's face pinches. "Before Band Weekly comes here you need to scrub," he says. "If I catch even a hint of the writer mentioning that this place is so much unkempt I will personally fire you, do you understand?"

Percy once managed to cram tacos into Mr D's shoes and got busted for it and he's still here, so he just rolls his eyes. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Wake up the others, please, they need to be up too. I got Will to leave a rack of clothes for you to choose from in the living room, so once you're all showered and don't smell of wet socks you can choose from them for the front page."

"Are we doing the photoshoot here?"

"They want to make the whole article 'raw' and 'real'."

"By making us pose in our own house?"

"It's all part of the experience," Mr D says. "Trust them, Percy, they know much more about photography than you ever will." He heads over to the door. "I will be here in two hours, and I want this place spotless by then. Now, chop chop."

He vanishes from the doorway like a magician.

Percy scowls at the space where he used to be. Who does he think he is, a god?

Nonetheless, he does end up eventually crawling out of bed. He thanks the Lord he decided to sleep in shorts and a T-shirt last night, because his normal sleepwear consists of just his boxers, and even then that's rare – it gets hot in LA, okay, if he wants to sleep naked he will sleep naked – so he doesn't have to pick all his clothes out his suitcase and smell them. It's been two weeks since they arrived back from tour, and he still hasn't unpacked. It's both a nostalgia and laziness kind of thing.

Blearily, he walks out of his room, with the intentions of pattering over to the kitchen to get himself some water and also to drop a frying pan or two to wake up Thalia and Nico, but when he passes the living room he stops.

It's Will. Nico's Will. Standing fully dressed in the middle of it, with a rack of clothes propped up against the wall. He's sitting on the sofa with his phone, and when he catches sight of Percy he beams and slides it in his back pocket. "Percy!" he says cheerfully. "Hey, man, it's nice to see you!"

Percy timidly returns the friendly hug he gives him. "Uh, you too."

Will smiles widely at him and then steps back to show the rack. "I'm so glad you're up, I've been waiting quite a while. Now, as you can see here, I've picked out some outfits that I thought would nicely work with you – you're in the middle, Nico's left and Thalia's is on the right – so–"

"Um," Percy interrupts. "Will? Not– not to sound, like, ungrateful or anything, but– how did you get in my house?"

"Oh." Will's ever-present smile still hasn't dimmed, not a tiny bit. "Your manager gave me a key."

Percy's eye twitches. "Mr D gave you a key."

"Yeah, he gave one to all of the stylists. He's got, like, twenty more copies, all on a chain. He gave me mine yesterday, told me to arrive as early as I wanted, as long as it was before eight thirty."

"He– he gave a key to every stylist?"

"Yes."

Percy blinks.

"But right now, our biggest concern is your magazine cover in a few hours. Are the others up?"

"Uh, no. I'm pretty sure they're still asleep."

"Would you mind waking them all up for me? You're all very beautiful humans and I would die for skin as smooth as Thalia's but it does take quite a while to make you all even more gorgeous then you already are, and they're coming in a bit."

Percy just nods, his head still reeling. He also becomes very conscious halfway out the door that he's literally only in his pajamas around Nico's boyfriend (or whatever he is, Percy doesn't know) but, then again, he is the one dressing them, so he supposes this is probably the most clothed he'll ever see them.

He heads over to Thalia's room and tentatively pushes the door open. Thank heavens, she's already awake, lying in her bed with her phone propped up on her sternum and her chin on her chest. She glances upwards and sees him loitering in her doorway and rolls her eyes fondly. "Hey."

"We need to get up."

"I got that, yeah." She stretches. "What time is it?"

"I think about eight?"

"Cool." She rubs her head. "God, I've got a raging headache. I've been up since five."

"Five? Did you get back to sleep?"

"No, it was awful. I couldn't do anything, just lie awake. Eventually I got onto my phone but I didn't want to at first, 'cause, you know, radiation and all that, makes it harder to fall asleep. Whatever." She arches her back and curls her arms inwards above her head, like she does whenever she stretches. She's very elegant, Thalia. A bit like a cat. "Anyway, we've still got this bloody article, even if I'm absolutely knackered. Go on, then, wake Nico. I'll get dressed."

"Will's out there. He's got a bunch of clothes."

"Will? Nico's Will?"

"Yeah. He has a key."

"What?"

"Mr D has one, too. Apparently he gave one to every stylist we have."

Thalia blinks in disbelief. "Wow, safety first."

"I know." Percy starts to back out the door. "I'll go wake up Nico."

"You do that, I'll be out in a few minutes."

He plods down the hall to where Nico's bedroom is. He's definitely not as tentative with Nico as he is with Thalia, because Thalia threatens to scoop his innards on a daily basis for so much as breathing too loudly so waking her up is probably only slightly worse than jumping head-first into a volcano, whereas Nico will just whine and grumble a bit and maybe get in a few weak swats. He's easy, honestly.

This is shown by the way Percy positively throws his door open, with a loud shout of, "WAKE UP NEEKY-POO!"

Nico is, unbelievably, still asleep. Percy was right earlier when he said his scream managed to shock him so badly he fell out of bed, but he clearly underestimated how lazy he was, because he's still asleep on the floor. Half his body is still draped over his bed and his shirt has almost entirely ridden up, and his cheek is pressed against the floorboards with his duvet pooled around his hips, and he's dead to the world.

Percy almost laughs.

He walks over and squats by Nico's head. "Hey," he says. "You wanna wake up?"

"Lea'ee-a'oonne," Nico mumbles.

Percy laughs then. "No can do, bud. We've got an article soon."

"Whatever."

Well. He asked for it. "Will's here."

Nico doesn't move but his body tenses up and when he speaks his voice is very clear. "Oh?"

"Yeah. In our living room."

"If you think Will is going to get me up you are severely mistaken."

"Whatever you say," Percy says, standing up. "Be there soon."

He struts out the door without even glancing back. He knows within seconds Nico's going to be up. Of course he is, he's practically in love with Will. The opportunity is just too good to pass up.

Also the magazine article. But mainly Will.

He doesn't go back to the living room. He can see Thalia already there, her hair rumpled and makeup smeared. Instead, while Will's busy with making her look pretty, he pops into the kitchen, and swings himself up on the counter with a glass of water, and checks his phone for the first time that day.

There's all the usual notifications, Instagram comments, Twitter DMs, his mom making sure he hasn't died, but a handful are also from Annabeth, and he has no shame in admitting that's the first text he checks. He swipes left on her text and it takes him straight to their conversation.

Annabeth: did u know billy goats pee on their heads

Annabeth: it's to make them smell more attractive to the females

Annabeth: although im not sure how anatomically that's quite possible but that's still kind of cute

Annabeth im just curious as to what their pee smells like because human pee is not something i'd personally be attracted to

Annabeth: also did you know heart attacks are statistically more likely to happen on a monday

They've all been sent from sometime around two am and Percy has to suppress his smile into his glass. She's just such a nerd.

His and Annabeth's relationship has been– growing, to say the least. After Percy visited her and they had a long discussion, they agreed it would be best if they didn't rush straight anything. Percy's not sure if they're in an official relationship – he's been too afraid to bring it up – but since then they have resumed their endless text messages and they even went to the movies together as a date. That's what Annabeth said, anyway. She was blushing a lot and she didn't look Percy in the eyes when she had shyly admitted it. Percy had been thrilled. They had each bought popcorns and large Cokes and they tried to hold hands through the entire movie but they ended up getting super sweaty, so instead Annabeth leant on Percy's shoulder and he had spent the rest of it fascinated with one of her curls that just wouldn't lie flat.

He thinks they're in a proper relationship, but he's too scared to mention it. He reckons he'll know when the turning point is, when he feels like he can make it Instagram official and can boast to Thalia and Nico that she's his girlfriend, when she can mention to her millions of viewers that he's hers.

It's a nice feeling, to know that that's somewhere on the horizon. For now, he's quite happy with dancing in the grey area.

He takes a selfie, pushing his chin into his neck and rolling out all the chins, and sends it to her with the flamenco dancer emoji. Then he shoves his phone in the pocket of his jeans and heads into the living room with his glass of water.

Sure enough, there's Nico, standing in just his boxers and a faded grey tank top with Will at the rack of clothes. Thalia appears to have already been attacked, because she's slouched on the sofa under a mountain of jeans with her phone in her hands. She pulls a face and tilts her phone sideways, then she frowns and shakes her head and retakes it.

Percy collapses next to her. "Who're you sending those sexy pictures to?"

"Annabeth," she says. "She's brought you up twice so far in our conversation so I'm just sending her photos to remind her who's the real one she loves here."

Percy rolls his eyes.

Will finishes with Nico and then tilts his head. "Come on, Perce, you're up."

Obediently, Percy clambers to his feet and watches with amusement as Nico staggers past him with a enough clothes in his arms to supply a small country. He turns his attention back to Will and says, "Dress me up, pretty boy."

"I will," Will says. "What vibe are you feeling?"

"Uh. Chill?"

"Chill." Will hums, like that's exactly the right answer. "I think I might have some stuff for that." He hunts around amidst the array of brightly coloured plastic hangers. "Thoughts on stripes?"

"All quite positive."

In response, Will chucks him a black and white striped shirt. "Rips or nah?"

"For the jeans?"

"Yeah."

"Uh." Percy thinks. "Sure, why not."

It's the wrong answer. Will throws four pairs of jeans over his shoulder onto the steadily growing pile in Percy's arms. "Belt?"

"Not a fan."

"Okay." Will searches through them like a man on a mission. The hangers click together as he shoves them against each other. "Here, have a go with this one. You're a fan of green, aren't you?"

"Uh, sure."

"Cool." Two more shirts. "Hat?"

"Why not."

A snapback and three different coloured beanies fly over his shoulder. Percy darts to catch them all. "Cuffed jeans?"

"I've never worn them."

"Well, no time like the present." A pair of jeans. "If you choose these ones, wear black ankle socks. If you decide on any of the others you can wear whatever. Now, what shoes were you planning on?"

"Oh, did we need shoes?"

Will turns around and gives Percy probably the most disappointed look he's ever been faced with. And that's really saying something, considering his average in Calculus never got above a C–. "Percy."

"We're technically not leaving the house!"

"It's a photoshoot, of course you need shoes."

"Not necessarily. I could make history."

"Converse or boots?"

Percy sighs. This is a losing battle. "Converse."

"Which ones?"

"High-tops."

"Good, good. Black?"

"Yep."

"Good." Will digs around a little more and produces a few more T-shirts, and then cheerfully places them on top of the pile in Percy's arms. "Well, these are your options. You can pick whatever you want. Mix and match. They should all go together, seeing as all three of you have such depressing, monochromatic taste in clothing."

"Thanks," Thalia says without looking up from her phone.

Percy just juggles the clothes in his arms and patters into his bedroom, throwing them all ceremoniously onto his bed. He goes through them for seemingly ages, because they just don't seem to ever end, but eventually he picks a pair of black jeans and the stripy shirt. He pulls on the first two socks he pulls out from his drawer, and just because he's a piece of work like that he doesn't put on his shoes, and instead patters in just his socks to the living room.

Will looks up from his laptop and positively beams. "Hey, you look great!"

"Thanks." Percy glances down at himself. "I think the stripes are really working."

"They make you look fat," Thalia says.

"You're just jealous."

"I haven't even got changed."

"Yes, that's slightly worrying," Will says. "Go get changed."

Thalia rolls her eyes and heaves herself off the sofa, dragging her feet to her bedroom. From down the hall, they both hear the door slam.

"Don't worry," Percy tells him. "She's just crabby because she didn't sleep well last night."

"I can tell." Will produces a can of hairspray from seemingly nowhere. "Well, while she's gone, we can work on this rat's nest you call your hair. Do you even brush it?"

"It doesn't stay down flat."

"Yes, I can see that. Close your eyes for me for a sec."

Compliantly, Percy screws his eyes shut, and he feels Will's fingers run through his hair, and then seconds later it gets covered in a layer of hair spray. He splutters, trying to get the taste out of your mouth.

"You were meant to keep your eyes shut!"

"It got in my mouth. Bleugh." Percy sticks out his tongue. "That tastes gross."

"That's because it's not meant to be consumed. Now, close your eyes properly for me. And your mouth."

Percy does. Will sprays the hairspray all over, and then when he's done he chucks it behind him and says, "You can open them."

Percy takes the opportunity with his eyes now open to check his texts. As Will attacks his head with a comb, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees a new text from Annabeth. The smile across his face grows.

He opens it. It's a selfie of her, with her eyes crossed and her tongue out, and Percy's so in love he thinks it's actually hurting him. He smiles so wide at it that he's afraid his face might split open.

Will catches him. "Girlfriend?"

"That's a good question."

"Ah, no labels. Smart." He tilts Percy's head up, and then brushes Percy's fringe to the side. "We've all been there."

"Are you there with Nico?"

Percy swears he actually sees Will blush. "He told you?"

"I worked it out."

"Oh. I thought we were being sly."

"The two of you wouldn't know sly if it hit you with a bus. After you both emerged from that dressing room a while back Nico was in a daze for the rest of the day."

Percy can sense his smile. "Oh."

Will works for a while in quiet, Percy texting Annabeth back. After a small pause, he says, "You should call her."

"Huh?"

"This girl? Call her."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

"Because– it's weird?"

"Nonsense. You look all lovesick. It'll do you some good to see her face."

It's a fair point. Percy shrugs and opens up FaceTime, clicking on Annabeth's contact. As he holds his phone up to his face, he realises just how daft he looks. He's got his hair teased absolutely everywhere and Will is working like a madman on it, and in the background there's just a metal rack completely covered in clothes.

Oh well. Annabeth has seen worse.

She picks up on the second ring. She looks like she's about to launch into her sunny "hi" as always, until she catches sight of him. "Dear Lord, did you get hit by a train?"

Will almost laughs out loud.

Percy grumbles. "Hello to you, too," he says. "You know, when I have a photoshoot in about half an hour, that's really not the most encouraging thing to hear."

"I'm sure your stylist will make you look all pretty."

"I thought I was pretty before."

"You are. Just– now you look a bit like someone put you through a blender."

"Gee, thanks."

Annabeth laughs. "So, what's happening on your end? Aside from you impending photoshoot, of course."

"Uh, not much. Will's just doing my hair and stuff, and Nico and Thalia are getting changed. We're doing an article, which is pretty exciting, so we're all just preparing for that. You?"

"Not much. Just eating breakfast." She tilts her phone. "Say hi, Piper!"

Piper is slouched on the sofa with a bowl of cereal on her lap. She gives Percy the middle finger.

Annabeth turns the screen back to her. "She's pleased to see you, don't worry," she says. "Jason just told her that his friend Reyna is coming with them to Canada over Christmas, so she's a little jealous."

"No, listen to me," Piper says, lunging and taking the phone. "I have never met Reyna before, and I'm not going to assume that every girl that Jason talks to he's cheating on me with, but he just doesn't even shut up about Reyna! He's always like, Reyna this, Reyna that, did you know Reyna is allergic to peanuts, Reyna has dogs too!, and I'm just so sick of it and I thought Christmas was going to be fun because I'd be going off with him but then it turns out she's coming too?"

Will shakes his head with a smile on his face. "Straight people," he mutters.

Piper scowls at him. "Who even are you?"

Annabeth seizes her phone. "Well," she says, a little too brightly. "Now you're all caught up with the drama."

"Tell Thalia to keep her brother in line!" Piper shouts off-screen. "But to do it subtly so he doesn't think I've been complaining to you about everything!"

Annabeth rolls her eyes. "Sorry about all that."

"No, don't worry." He glances over the top of his phone to see Thalia and Nico come in, both fully dressed. "Oh, you guys look nice."

"Who're you talking to?" Nico asks.

"Annabeth."

"Hey Annabeth!"

"Hey!" Annabeth calls. She smiles at Percy, one cheek dimpling. "Is this a bad time?"

"I was the one who called you."

"You have bad timing with almost everything."

Across the room, Thalia snorts.

"That's not true," Percy says weakly. "But, um. I'll call you back later, okay? We need to get ready."

"'Course," she says. "Bye!"

"Bye."

The article, on a whole, actually goes pretty well.

The photographer is nice and considerate, and the man interviewing them is called Chris and he's also nice and considerate. He shakes all their hands and acts very professional, which is really refreshing (unlike their previous interviewer, you know) and all of his questions are really nice. They do the photoshoot at the beginning, the three of them lounging all over various pieces of furniture, and then when the interview starts the photographer just runs around with his camera, taking pictures of them making tea, laughing, leaning against each other, answering questions, pulling stupid faces. It's a really nice interview, and Percy is completely relaxed.

"So, as you know," Chris says, "Christmas is coming up."

Thalia groans. "It's begun."

"Thalia is a bit of a Grinch," Nico explains. Percy takes a sip of his tea and he hears the click of a shutter. "She hates Christmas."

"I don't hate it, I just think the amount of effort some people go to is a little unnecessary."

Chris laughs. "I was going to ask what you were planning to do for it."

"Oh," Thalia says. "Well, we always spend it with Percy's mom in New York. She makes the best food, and it's always actually pretty fun."

Nico mock-gasps. "You've defrosted her!"

She sticks out of her tongue and Percy laughs. The photographer takes another picture.

"Shut up," Thalia says.

"What's your favourite part of Christmas?" Chris asks.

"Everything!" Percy says. "My mom makes really good mince pies and I like buying everyone presents. But actually, I think it was a year or two ago, we decided – the three of us – that we wouldn't do presents between each other."

"Why?"

"Because the fact that they're with me is simply enough," Percy jokes, and Nico chokes on his tea.

"Actually," Thalia corrects, "it's because we practically live in each other's back pockets. And it's not a bad thing at all, because if it was that big of a deal we wouldn't live with each other, but we see so much of each other a) it would be almost impossible trying to sneakily buy each other anything and b) it just seems unnecessary. Like, why should I buy presents for the people who nearly gassed me to death with their toxic farts?"

"My farts aren't that bad.

"Yes they are."

Chris laughs. "Do you have any special traditions for this time of year?"

"We have lots," Percy says. "At my mom's house we all watch a movie together with hot chocolate, and then when we're back at ours for New Year's we all get in our pajamas and sleep in the same bed so we can wake up together for the new year."

Thalia buries her face in her hands. "It sounds so cheesy when you say it like that. It's not actually that sappy."

"Yes it is," Nico says. "We all cram inside Thalia's bed and when we wake up we dance around holding hands rejoicing how excellent the year before has been."

"We definitely don't do that."

"That's true," Nico admits. "But still. We do have lots of traditions and they're very fun."

The rest of the interview goes smoothly. Percy is almost sad when it ends because of how nice it all was. He felt like Chris was genuinely interested in what they had to say and the photographer wasn't invasive or anything, just hovered around like a harmless butterfly with his camera.

It was really lovely. Percy watches almost wistfully as they pack up their equipment and thank Mr D and then leave.

Mr D leaves quite soon afterwards, after a disgusted look around their untidied apartment. Percy knows he's going to be receiving a mouthful tomorrow but he doesn't care, instead opting to collapse on the sofa. Thalia and Nico join him.

And then: "We should invite Annabeth for Christmas," Thalia says.

Percy glances at her. "Really?"

"Why not? Sally's dying to meet her. She's been texting me non-stop about this pretty blonde girl you've been seen out with a lot, and you two are practically dating, too."

"Well–"

"That wasn't an invitation to tell me about it," Thalia says. "I don't actually care. But even if you aren't dating, she's our friend too, isn't she? It'll be fun.

"But– Christmas?"

"It'll be fun," Nico says. "Besides, Piper was heading up to Canada with Jason, right? She'd be all alone, and it's simply awful to be alone for Christmas."

"I guess."

"I'll text Sally," Thalia says. "Ask her if it's okay. And if she says yes, then we are calling Annabeth and we're going to ask her right here and now." She stabs out a message on her phone and sends it off, resting it on her stomach. "For now, we wait."

As it turns out, they only have to wait a few minutes. Sally texts back almost immediately, with a yes yes yes! and several heart emojis (Percy loves his mom), and as soon as the text comes through Thalia is scrolling through her contacts and selecting Annabeth's.

"We should video-call her," Nico says. "It'll make it less intimidating."

"Good point." Thalia clicks video call and holds it up to her face, squishing everyone together so they can all fit into the frame. It only rings a few times before Annabeth picks up.

"Oh, hey, whole clan together!"

"Annabeth," Thalia says very seriously. "We have an important question to ask."

Annabeth, bless her good kind beautiful soul, looks a little taken aback. "Um."

"We were wondering," Nico butts in, "if you would like to spend Christmas with us and Percy's mom in New York this year."

Annabeth looks stunned. "What?"

"Yeah!" he says. "It'll be fun, we promise. And Percy told us how Piper's not gonna be home, so you'll be all alone, and you're, like, one of us! We can't have you alone for Christmas!"
"I mean... I really don't want to intrude..."

"Nonsense," Thalia says. "We just asked Sally, she said yes. She's so excited to you. You and Percy have been all over the tabloids, and she's been sucking them all up. Honestly, she can't wait."

Annabeth looks hesitant. "I'm not sure. Don't get me wrong, I'm super grateful, but it's a family thing, and I don't want to invade or anything."

"You wouldn't be invading," Percy says. "Honest. Mom wants you there. We also want you there."

"Aunt Sally always does the best turkey," Nico agrees. "It'd be a massive shame to miss it."

Gradually, Annabeth begins to look less and less uncomfortable. She shifts. "I mean. If it's not a problem, then, sure."

Nico whoops. "Yes!"

"This is going to be so awesome," Thalia tells her. "You'll experience a true Jackson Christmas. Sally is so wonderful, you'll love her."

Annabeth smiles, and then she meets Percy's eyes, and he smiles back.

It's just turned October but he kind of can't wait for Christmas.

A/N listen i am aware i didn't sync this correctly but it's december so technically every day is christmas

anyway! first off happy winter! i know it was december last week too but now it feels like it's really sunken in. like wow, it's nearly christmas. here in england it's bitterly cold but according to my baes helena and rachel (GollyGeeWhiz and TheWritingManiac check them out they're both great) it's been snowing in their parts of the world so i hope you guys also get snow! we probably wont because it hasn't snowed in years but i shall remain optimistic that we will get a pretty white christmas

also can i just say? I got FORTY reviews last chapter? um how crazy are you guys wow I love you so so much that's literally utterly bats i;ve never gotten so many reviews on one chapter before this is absolutely crazy

and also also a little side-note for all of you who do not know i have a story called ispy that i finished in around july (?) and it just reached 500 reviews! so thank you ever so much for that it's really lovely to know that even though it's over and ended you guys still are lovely enoughto review so honestly thank you guys just so so much

(also pssst to the guest who asked for book recommendations 13 Minutes by Sarah Pinborough is such a good book holy crap it's something i aspire to write like one day. if you like books that really twist with your head then this is the book for you trust me the synopsis does nOTHING JUSTICE it's so so good)

anyway that's all i really have for today! sorry this chapter wasn't much percabeth i can assure you next chapter will be so gross and yucky and fluffy that you will want to pull your eyes out so there's that to look forward to. i really hope you guys liked this chapter, it's one of my longest yet (woot 5k wirds here i come) so i really hope you enjoy!

please tell me what you thought and i shall see you next saturday! byee xx