CHAPTER 29 – Plug in Baby
Disclaimer: SMeyer is the owner of these not me, if I were, Edward would be naked all the time, hahaha
A/N: Sorry, lots of tests in college, hope to update more soon!
Please, listen to the songs, it will make this chapter magical!
To Anyssa, Bec, and Jenna, who've already become a part of this story.
EPOV
I sat hidden in the shadows, watching. Looking from outside of her life. Just another spectator wondering what is going through her head right now. I watched between the crowded hallways, the mass of students, in silence.
I wasn't part of her world anymore. I wasn't worthy of her smiles, her laugh, her love.
That's how I have spent the last three months of my life: watching from afar. The moment Bella said she couldn't fight anymore for me, I knew the battle was lost. She had made her mind up and nothing would change it, that was how she was. So I followed her wishes.
I knew that things were going to be hard for both of us. So I decided to exclude myself from her life, to make things less painful. After much persuasion with Ms. Cope, I changed all of my classes, even my lunch time, dropping everything that would include myself in Bella's life. It was like I had never existed.
I made sure I had no free time. School and practice became my life. I couldn't let myself be alone one single second because that would lead me back to memories of me and her, and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't deal with the pain.
So that's how I found myself in the school library. During lunchtime. While all my friends were out there. With her.
I knew this wasn't Bella's fault; I had made this decision for both of us, to make everything easier. But it didn't work that well, at least not for me. I knew this because I always watched over her, by far, not in a creepy stalker way, but in a protective way. It didn't matter that we weren't together anymore, I would always take care of her, I would always do my best to make her safe and happy again. I still loved her.
I never interfered in her life. I knew she was going to move on someday and that I was going to have to accept that. I just wanted her to be happy, even if that meant to be in another's arms. I loved her enough to let her go.
I looked back to my Math textbook, wondering why life wasn't simpler. Like math. Everything has a secret meaning, but in the end, everything falls into place. For some reason, I thought that I would find a meaning for my shitty life behind the shelves, the books, and the silence. But it never came.
I heard the bell ringing, meaning that lunch was over, that I had to leave my sanctuary and come back to real world. To the non stop questions of my friends. The pleading of my family. The sorry looks from those who noticed my pain and her indifference.
I walked from class to class. From practice to practice. From game to game. From day to day. As it had been since the day she said goodbye. I was just being. Existing.
"Cullen, you really need to get a life," I heard Jasper say behind me.
"I do have a life, thank you very much, shithead," I said, closing my textbook.
"In the fucking library? I don't know why you even lock yourself in here," he said, running his finger over a dusty book on a shelf.
"You know why," I said, getting up from my chair.
* FLASHBACK EPOV*
I knew I needed to do this. It was time for me to grow up; I needed to get my life back on track. I had only a couple of months before my junior year was over, and I needed to make a decision. It was time to define who I really was.
For a while, I had this feeling, this heavy sensation on my chest, this indecision that was killing me. Before I'd thought that I would sit down with Bella and discuss our options, but now I was going to make it without her, alone.
I walked down the stairs, looking for the only person that I wanted to speak with about it: my dad. I walked into his wood covered office, looking at the big shelves full of books, the big oak table, the computer on one side, files on his desk. But for the first time in a long time, he wasn't there.
My father was always the kind of man who took the job back home. He loved Medicine as much as he loved us. The fact that he wasn't in his office, deep in thought, or reading a medical journal was really odd.
It's been years since I had needed my father's advice; the last time it was about football, and I was fourteen years old. I know that I sucked as a son; I did many things that didn't make him proud. But I was trying to change that.
I thought back to when we moved to Forks and how much I hated the place, the small town and its small people. I loved Chicago, it was my home, and I'd hated him for taking that from me for his own vanity, his own pride. But now I knew it wasn't for him, it was for my mother and her wishes for us to have the small town kind of life.
The devotion my dad had for my mother was so deep that I couldn't get it at first. How could your whole life revolve around a single person and their wishes? How could you let go of what you wanted, to do what the other wanted? How could you give yourself to a person in that way?
But now I understood. I got how such young people could fall so deeply in love, and how they could dedicate their lives to one another. I had found it and I lost it. You know when people say 'better to have loved and lost than never loved at all'? This is bullshit. Whoever said it probably never had their heart shattered before.
I walked through the many halls of my house, looking in every room, but no sign of him. I even looked in the backyard, thinking he might be there with Esme, but in the end it was all in vain. I had already quit looking for him when the sound of an old Led Zeppelin song coming from the garage caught my attention.
"What the fuck?" I said, opening the door, frozen in shock.
There he was, under the Camaro, in old faded jeans and a white greased t-shirt. Singing.
Led Zeppelin - Whole lotta love
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love, X2
*Wanna Whole Lotta Love? X4
You've been learnin', baby, I bean learnin',
All them good times, baby, baby, I've been yearnin',
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love X2
*Wanna whole lotta love? 4x
You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin',
All the good times I've been misusin',
Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.
Yeah! All right! Let's go!
*Wanna whole lotta love? 4x
Way down inside, woman, You need love.
Shake for me, girl, I wanna be your backdoor man.
Hey, oh, hey, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Keep a-coolin', baby
( Carlisle garage on my polyvore )
The sound was so fucking loud that he didn't even hear me. He kept singing under the hood. I'd never seen Carlisle like that, so free and young. For the first time my father was acting like he was fourteen years old.
He got out from under the car, doing some weird moves, like air guitar with a screwdriver in his hands. He kept singing, looking through his metal box and the red cabinets of the garage for a tool. Suddenly he turned around, not expecting me to be there, watching him.
"Holly shit!" he screamed, dropping the screwdriver on the floor and touching his chest with his hand.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my father?" I asked from the garage door step.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there. You frightened me," he said, running his hand through his blond hair.
"Yeah, I noticed," I said, smiling.
"What?" he asked.
"Since when do you like Led Zeppelin?" I asked, still shocked.
"I was young too, you know," he said, cleaning his hands on a piece of flannel.
"I must say I am stunned, Dad," I said, laughing.
"Is there something that you needed, Edward?" he asked, closing the Camaro´s hood.
"Yeah, actually I came here to talk," I said.
"To talk?" he asked, now turning down the sound of the stereo.
"This is serious, Dad," I said, frustrated.
"Ok, Son, I am all ears," he said, leaning against the car.
"Listen, I know I have been a shitty son..." I started to say.
"Edward," he said, trying to stop me.
"No, Dad, I need to say this, ok," I said, bracing myself against the counter.
"Ok," he said.
"I know I was a crap son. That I blamed you for us moving to Forks and that I let you and mom down so many times. But now I get it. You did this for us. You left a job you loved so the rest of us could have a better life. I get this now," I said.
"Son..."he said, with worried eyes.
"Let me finish it ok? I know that I acted like a spoiled brat, but I am not that guy anymore. I've changed and grown up. And it's time for me to take a hold of my life and take care of my future," I said.
"What are you talking about, Son?" he asked.
"I decided I want to go to Medical School," I said with assurance.
"Edward, is this about Bella?" my dad asked me.
"No, it's not. I have being thinking about this for a long time now. I've made up my mind," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Dad," I said.
"You know, you don't need to do this for me, to try to prove anything. I won't be disappointed if you want to go to Julliard," he said.
"But I don't, Dad. I love music, and I will never let it go, but I know I can be an amazing doctor. I feel this is the right thing."
"But why Medicine? I never thought you might want to follow my footsteps," he said, confused.
"When I was a little kid, all I wanted was to be like you. I remember walking down the hospital halls and seeing you fix people, and I always wanted that. I wanted to fix people. And I know I can do it. I fucking know I can do so much better," I said, full of certainty.
"I never knew this," he said, clearly touched.
"Dad, I know I let you down. But I've changed. And I am a better person. I wanna help others. I wanna make the difference," I said.
"You already are, Son" he said, smiling.
"So, where do I start?" I asked.
"Do you know which college you might want to go to?" he asked me.
"I am not sure, Harvard, Johns Hopkins, Columbia, Mount Sinai, NYU, and Cornell," I said, thinking about my options.
"Why not Dartmouth?" he asked, confused.
"Bella will go to Dartmouth," I said, looking down.
"Edward," he tried to say.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I said.
"If that's what you want. But if you need it, my door is always open," he said, touching my shoulder.
"Thanks. But what I want is to get it without being the son of Carlisle Cullen, the Neurosurgeon. I wanna get in on my own," I said.
"I am proud of you, Son," he said.
"Now, what do I need to do to get in?" I asked.
"Well, first you need to have an excellent MCAT score, and GPA, and Application Essay..." he started to explain, helping me to plan my future, to get the hell away from Forks.
*END OF FLASBACK EPOV*
"Like I said, dude, you need to get a life. Have some fun," Jasper said.
"Jasper, I already told you, I won't go to a fucking strip club with you," I said, frustrated.
"It was worth a try I guess," he said, disappointed.
"Never mind," I said.
"You need to start living again. It's like you are mourning someone's death," Jasper said.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I said, starting to get pissed.
"Cullen," he said.
"Listen, I need to study anyway. I'll see you on Monday," I said, walking in the direction of the library door.
"Then I guess you wouldn't be interested in a Muse concert," he asked, holding two tickets in his hands.
"You got me concert tickets?" I asked, shocked.
"No, asshole. I got US tickets," he said.
"You wanna go to a Muse concert? I thought that wasn't your thing," I said.
"I will endure," he said, smiling.
BPOV
I don't know why I said that, why I destroyed every chance I ever had of happiness, why I told him I couldn't fight for him anymore.
I was hurt and drunk.
I was bitter.
I was a bitch.
But I couldn't control myself, I couldn't think straight. All I could think was that he was again in the arms of that slut. The person who had torn us apart. The cause of our pain.
Who was I kidding? Lauren wasn't the cause of our break up; she was just the last straw.
We were fated since that first look, the first touch, the first kiss. We were fated to fail. Because I was a cold hearted bitch and he was an asshole womanizer. We had hurt too many people in our lives. It was karma. And you know what they say: karma is a bitch.
It's been three fucking months, three too long moths, three unbearable months.
He disappeared from my life. From every second. I asked for it, and he did. He left our classes, our friends, our life together. It was like he was just a fragment of my sick and twisted imagination.
How could I let him go? Why couldn't I fight for him? Why was I so weak?
Those were the questions that wouldn't let go of my head. I kept torturing myself, reliving every second of that week in my mind, every event that took us where we are today. Apart.
I'd never felt so empty and hollow before, like part of me had died, like an eternal darkness had covered my world. Why did I bring myself to it? Why did I bring myself all this pain?
I never believed in love before, for me love was only a reason for two lonely people to not be alone, to stay together because they do not support their own loneliness. (quote from Before the Sunset)
I hadn't grown up in a house full of love. My main example was a drunk and horny mother. If she could even be called a mother at all. My house was always full of strange men. Every day a new one. I never knew love. I only knew lust.
I believed in lust. In passion. In the art of seduction. I liked playing games. My world was simple like that.
In the world of seduction there is only one rule: never fall in love. (quote from Cruel Intentions)
But I did. I let myself fall in love, the only rule I couldn't break, the only rule I used to follow. I brought it on myself.
It was just supposed to be a game. He was supposed to learn a lesson, and I was supposed to have fun. Pain was never an option. Until now.
The pain was excruciating, to know he was so close to me, but that I had pushed him so far away. I let my own fears take away the only good thing that had ever happened to me. Him.
I felt so lost to be out of his life, to find out things from Emmett, to know he had reduced himself to a person that barely existed.
I knew he had decided to pursue Medicine and that all his hours were dedicated to it. To going to a place far away from me. To doing what I asked him. To leaving me behind and moving on with his life.
"What's up bitchy Bella?" Alice came and asked me, sitting next to me in the lunchroom.
"Nothing much, Pixie, just thinking," I said, looking back at my book.
"That's the third time you've read Wuthering Heights in the past couple of months," she said, pointing at my book.
"So?" I asked.
"So, it's one of the sickest books ever. The two main characters fuck each other's lives up," Alice said.
"It's not like that, it's a love story," I said, without strength to discuss it with Alice.
"It's the most twisted love story ever then," she said with sarcasm.
"It doesn't matter," I said.
"You have to stop with it," she said.
"Stop with what?" I asked her.
"He wouldn't want you like that," she said.
"Can we just not talk about it?" I said, now getting pissed.
"When are we going to talk about it? You never want to talk about it. Bella, please," she said, trying to make me open up with her.
"No, Alice. Why can't you just leave this alone?" I said, getting up from my chair and leaving the lunch room.
"Bella! Wait!" Alice screamed, running after me.
"What? You don't know what I have been through in the last three months, Alice!" I shouted at her, knowing I was being rude.
"And whose fault is that? You brought this on yourself, Bella," she said back.
"He was the one cheating. He fucked us up, not me!" I screamed back at her.
"But you were the one that wouldn't listen to him. He was innocent, Bella. You know it," she said.
"You have no idea what this feels like. To have your heart ripped out of your chest. To see the man you love in the arms of someone else," I said, trying to hold the tears that I hadn't shed since that god dammed party.
"No, I fucking don't. But even if I did, I wouldn't give up the one I loved. I would fight for him. Because that's what you do when you love someone," she retorted.
"You have no idea what you are talking about," I said, running away from her.
"Run, Bella. That's what you do best, right?" she said to me.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked, angry.
"You run every time something goes out of your control. You run when things get too tough. You give up because you are just a little scared bitch!" she shouted at me.
"He left too, ok? He's been avoiding me for the past three months. He ran. He let me run away from him," I said with a sob.
"He did exactly what you wanted him to do. He. Let. You. Go. Wasn't that what you wanted?" Alice asked me.
"Screw you," I said, falling on the ground, my tears running free.
"You know what? You don't deserve him. Edward is too good for you!" Alice screamed at me.
"You think I don't know that?" I said.
"What?" she asked, surprised by my answer.
"He is too fucking good for me. I am just some girl, in a small town, who won't do anything great in life. Edward is brilliant. He can do so much better," I said, trying to hold back my tears.
"Bella," she said, sitting next to me.
"Just, don't," I said to her. I couldn't deal with that anymore. I had lost him. I had lost the love of my fucking life.
"Do you still love Edward?" she asked me.
"That doesn't matter anymore," I said, looking down at my hands.
"Of course it does. Bella, the boy has been miserable without you," she said, touching my shoulder.
"He is better without me," I said, thinking about how much more time Edward passed studying and practicing.
"I've known Edward for years and I've never seen him like this. It's like he is a ghost. I know he still loves you," Alice said.
"No he doesn't. You didn't see the way he looked at me that day. The pain in his eyes. I broke him, Alice," I said, running my hands through my hair.
"Bella, do you love Edward?" she asked me.
"I..." I didn't know what to say.
"Do you?" she asked, more firmly.
"I don't know, ok?" I said, biting my lip.
"It's simple, Bella, you do, or you don't. Which is it?" she asked me.
"I fucking love him ok? Is that what you want to hear? How my heart breaks every time I walk in that biology class and see his empty seat? How every time I see his car in the parking lot, my heart races, and I feel all the air being ripped from my lungs? How much it hurts to know that he is suffering because of me? That I pushed him away from me? That I ruined us? Because I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't deal with it, it was all too much, I just, I..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I couldn't stop crying. I knew it was all my fault.
"I am sorry. I just want to help. I hate to see you like that, it breaks my heart," she said, and I knew I had hurt her feelings too. Being the insensitive bitch I was, I never stopped to think what all this drama would do to my friends.
"Alice," I started to say, but I didn't know what to tell her, I didn't know how I could fix all of this.
"I am tired of seeing you dying a little bit inside each day. I want my bitch crazy Bella back. I want you to be happy," she said.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to hold the last tears.
"Let's forget about it. About him and all of this mess. Let's just do something, me and you," she said with a shine in her eyes.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like go to the place you most wanted to go, but never had the chance, a dream coming true," she said.
"Are we?" I started to ask.
"Hell yeah, and I even have the perfect outfit for it," she said, smiling.
"It better involve my chucks," I said, getting up from the floor.
"This time, your chucks will work out just fine," she said, smiling, taking my hand and leading me to the parking lot. In that moment I knew that in the end, everything would be just fine.
EPOV
This concert was the best thing to happen to me in the past three months. They were sold out in a few days, but I was in such a depressed mood back then, that the last thing to pass through my mind was the concert. I knew Jasper had done this for me 'cause he knew no matter how much I tried not to show it, I was hurt.
Before I knew we were in the Seattle Key Arena, where all the big concerts happened, waiting in the line to get inside. There were so many people, from all ages, boys and girls, young and old.
(http://www(doc)seattlecenter(doc)?VE_VenueNum=440)
We walked inside, and soon we were in the middle of the huge mass of people, close to the big stage. The support band was already playing when we got there. My heart was racing, my hands were sweaty and I couldn't wait for the concert to start.
"Man, stop being such a pussy," Jasper said.
"What?" I asked.
"You look like you are about to cry," he said.
"Fuck off," I said, pushing him.
"You know, I never got your fixation with this band. What is this thing about you and Indie British music?" he asked, trying to light a cigarette, even if that was prohibited.
"You know when we were thirteen and we watched 'Pulse' for the first time, and after that Pink Floyd became your favorite band of all time?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said.
"Well, you might like Muse after today then," I said, looking back at the stage.
The lights of the arena went down, and the intro music, Dance of the Knights of Prokofiev, started to play. And there they were. In red, black and green. Matthew, Chris, and Domic. Muse.
They took their place on the stage, Matthew on the guitar, Dom on the drums, and Chris on the bass.
Matthew soon started to lay the cords on his guitar, playing with the insane crowd that was screaming non stop. Soon the lyrics of Knight of Cydonia filled the stage. The crowd jumped and screamed with each chord, with each sound.
(http://www(doc)youtube(doc)com/watch?v=j8WP7aOD_9Q&feature=channel_page)
I let the song envelop me, take me away from there. For the first time in months I let go and let myself feel. I let the beat of the drums, the weight of the bass, and the electricity of the guitar take away all the angst that had been growing inside of me.
I jumped, I sang, I let myself get lost in the moment. I could feel every muscle of my body, every hair standing up, it was transcendent. Soon Jasper got as involved as I was, and in that moment, I knew he had finally understood my passion for Muse. I could even see that in his eyes, Muse had become the Pink Floyd in the performance art of this decade. I knew that from now on I would always have a concert buddy.
The songs came and went. Bass. Guitar. Piano and Drums.
I got lost in the melody, the songs washed through me, taking away all the bitterness inside. I felt more alive in that hour than I had in the last months. It was like I'd died inside, the moment Bella walked through the door at Tyler's party, leaving me behind. But somehow, being here, listening to those songs made me feel whole again. Like she was here with me.
The next song took me by surprise. It was one of their oldest songs, and I thought they weren't going to play it. I was counting on them not to play it. When I heard the sound of the acoustic guitar, I felt like my heart was being torn out of my chest one more time, I felt like I was bleeding again.
Unintended - Muse
you could be my unintended choice
to live my life extended
you could be the one i'll always love
you could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
you could be the one i'll always love
i'll be there as soon as i can
but i'm busy
mending broken
pieces of the life i had before
first there was the one who challenged
all my dreams and all my balance
she could never be as good as you
you could be my unintended choice
to live my life extended
you should be the one i'll always love
i'll be there as soon as i can
but i'm busy mending broken
pieces of the life i had before
(repeat)
before you
(http://www(doc)youtube(doc)com/watch?v=XMCUg1J8nuI)
I closed my eyes, letting the pain run, drowning in it. Images of her, of me, of us, flooded my mind and took my breath away. I'd tried to pretend for so long that I could live without her, that for a while I believed in it, in the lie. But she was the one I would always love.
That was when I saw it: the long dark brown and red hair, the old purple chucks, the one I would always love. Bella.
She had her eyes closed. I could see that she was letting the music take over her too, let it touch the depths of her soul. She was so close but so far away. I could see the light of the stage shinning her face, and a single tear, sparkling, down her cheek.
In that second, I knew I couldn't let her go. I wasn't strong enough to live without her.
"Go get your girl. Fight for her, do not let her go," Jasper said to me.
I saw Alice running to Jasper's arms, and I knew that this was my last chance. And I wasn't going to let her go.
I touched her wet cheek, running my finger on it, drying her tears. She got scared at the sudden touch and opened her eyes, looking at me with moist eyes.
"Bella," I said.
"What are you doing here?" she said, looking back to the stage.
"I came to the concert, trying to forget all the things that hurt so much. I let myself feel for the first time in the last three months. I let all my wounds bleed again," I said, trying to make her look at me.
"Edward," she said, trying to stop me.
"Then I saw you, here, and I give up. I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore. Look, I know I messed up ok? Through it all, I made my mistakes. I stumbled and fell," I said, touching her arm with my hand.
"But I mean these words. I love you. I love the way you always run your hands through your hair; how you bite your lip when you are in deep thought; the way you sing, even if when you do, you make the dogs bark; I love the way your chucks are always dirty; the way you talk to your car like it is a real person; the way you mess with my head and never take my shit .I love everything about you. I'd bleed my heart out to show that I won't let go. And if that doesn't show you how much I fucking love you, I don't know what will." I said, looking at those deep brown eyes.
"I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. You are the one I will always love," I said, touching her face that was again full of tears.
"You should be the one I'll always love, I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before," she said to me, touching my cheek with her small hand, making the song her own words.
That was all I needed. There weren't any more words. Just us and the melody of the song.
Our lips crashed together, so softly, like a light caress.
"I missed you," I said, touching my forehead with hers.
"God I missed you so much. It was like I couldn't breathe. I am so sorry," she said, her arms tight against my neck, tears wetting my shirt.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked.
"Because I was afraid," she said.
"Afraid of what?" I asked, making her look at me.
"Afraid of what I was feeling for you. Afraid of trusting my heart to you. Of being vulnerable. Of being hurt again. I was so fucking scared that you had turned into my whole world. And to lose you hurt so much. I couldn't deal with the pain again. But none of that matters anymore; 'cause everything's nothing without you. I love you," she said to me, a sob escaping her ruby lips, and for the first time I could finally breathe again.
The rhythm changed again, and then my favorite song started to play. A song that meant so much to me. To us. Even if she didn't know that.
The mass of people around us started to jump to the beat, feeling the rush of the song, the fire of the guitar, the bass, the pace of the drums.
I looked at her eyes, and I couldn't hold my smile. Here we were in the middle of the concert of our favorite band, thousands of people jumping around us, the energy of the music, the insanity of this moment. It was us. This song was us.
Plug in Baby - Muse
I've exposed your lies
Baby
The underneath's no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything to forget your love
My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virtual realities
Is tired of living
Don't confuse
Baby you're gonna lose
Your own game
Change me
Replace the envying
To forget your love
My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virtual realities
Is tired of living
And I've seen your loving
Mine is gone
And I've been in trouble
wooaahhhh
(http://www(doc)youtube(doc)com/watch?v=99I7gpswhQ4&feature=channel_page)
"The first time I saw you, you were in your car, and you were listening to this song," I told her.
"It's a kick ass song," she said, putting her hands around my neck.
"The moment I saw you walking out of the car, I knew my life was never going to be the same again. I knew you were the right girl for me. Since then, it's been our song," I said, putting a strand of red hair behind her ear.
"I fucking love you, Cullen," she said, smiling.
"I fucking love you too, Swan," I said kissing her lips, the ones that would be the last I would ever kiss. I knew that nothing would tear us apart now. She was mine. And I was hers. Forever.
A/N: Ok, don't cry! This isn't over yet, one more chapter and the epilogue!
I told you guys I would give you all a fucking Happy Ending!
Don't you all love Edward and wanted to kick Bella's ass? Nah thank God she decided to stop being a stubborn and scared bitch.
I must say I fucking love Alice!
Love you All, thanks for reading, reviewing and etc. You guys rock my world.
Hope you all liked it, next week chapter 30 will be up!
Lots of love to LeKat, my fairy godmother, that without this story wouldn't exist!
Hope you all had listened to the songs I put it, and please if you haven't seen the Muse concert on youtube, what the fuck are you waiting for?
Concert sets on my polyvore account!
Thanks for everything,
Review = super fast update
Love,
Carol
