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I live in a place full of people pretending to be something they're not, but when I talk to you, I am the girl I want to be.
Chapter Thirty-Six: The Greatest Gift Is Love
Alice followed her mother in silent horror as she approached the table where Frank was sitting. In an ordinary family, the little blonde would have had nothing to worry about in bringing him home – but her mother, well, she had higher standards than most. Frank was a pureblood – not that that mattered greatly, but it never hurt with Ms. Hinton – he was polite, kind, gentlemanly, and chivalrous. But he was not part of the social elite. It wasn't like he was poor, far from, but his family had never associated themselves with the goings-on of high society, and this was where he would fall short in the eyes of her mother.
To Frank's credit, he seemed ready for the challenge. He stood immediately when they arrived at the table and kissed the back of Ms. Hinton's hand, bowing respectfully. He winked at Alice and pulled chairs out for both women before seating himself.
"Ms. Hinton, it is such an honor to be able to meet you," he began, giving a smile that could melt the heart.
"Right you are," Alice's mother said briskly, entering interrogation mode. "Who are you?"
"Frank Longbottom, ma'am. I –"
"I know of your family. They used to join us, you know. But then they had you and decided they were too good for all of us."
Alice bit her lip to keep her silence and stopped a groan of frustration from escaping her throat. With Charlotte Hinton, Frank had to do this on his own.
"Perhaps they –"
"No excuses, Mr. Longbottom. Please, tell me what on earth makes someone like you fit to court my daughter? She is of a much higher class than you could ever hope to be, you could only ever bring her down," Ms. Hinton went on, giving Frank a piercing look.
Frank looked at Alice for a moment and flashed her a smile before he answered. "Honestly, ma'am, I have no idea. No one's good enough for Alice in my opinion. She's smart and funny and sweet and beautiful, I don't know why she would pick someone like me, but I'm going to do whatever I can to make her happy – not that she can't be happy all on her own, she's brilliant that way."
A small grin spread across Alice's face in spite of herself, but it was wiped away by her mother's response.
"If that is a pathetic attempt to win my approval, I shall hear nothing of it," she told him pompously. "My daughter deserves someone who knows they are worthy, not someone who only wants to use her to gain status for themselves."
"Mother!" Alice exclaimed, though she knew it might only make things worse.
"Do not speak," her mother scolded. "How many times do I have to tell you this, Alice? An unattached girl must always be on her best behavior in social settings, how else do you expect to find a suitable husband?"
Alice glanced at Frank and saw ice harden in his eyes. She knew his amiable act towards her mother was about to shatter.
"Mother, please," Alice insisted, throwing caution for herself to the wind as she tried to distract her mother from the man that sat beside her. "I am not 'unattached,' I have a wonderful boyfriend, someone I wouldn't trade for anyone in this room and I would appreciate it if you would respect my decision."
"I will respect your decisions when you make the right ones," her mother said coldly, shooting a glare at Frank. "And this clearly is not the right one. Come," she went on, getting to her feet. "We should leave."
Alice stood as well, but crossed her arms and stayed rooted in place. "No, Mother. I'm not leaving Frank simply because he doesn't fit your social standards. If you took the time to get to know him, you would see that there is no better match in the world for me."
"I believe I know enough of him. Did you hear the way he spoke of you?" she asked, voice composed, but Alice could make out the disgusted tone behind it. "Funny, he called you! That is not something that a girl of your status should find acceptable. You have been at that madhouse of a school far too long; it's time you attend Beauxbatons, Alice. They will teach you what you should be like."
"What she should be like?" Frank repeated angrily, getting to his feet as well and standing beside Alice. "What exactly do you think is wrong with her?"
A group of spectators was beginning to form around the three of them, and Alice could feel the worried eyes of her friends upon her, and knowing they were there seemed to give her a little more strength.
"What isn't wrong with her?" Ms. Hinton scoffed, looking Alice up and down. "A lady never frowns, it causes wrinkles. Nor does she stand in such a hostile manner. She should not be considered funny, she should be known for her obedience. And –"
"So she shouldn't feel anything, in other words? She shouldn't have any personality?" Frank asked harshly, and even with a few inches between them, Alice could feel the hot anger bubbling inside him.
"She should never make her feelings known," Ms. Hinton corrected.
"Mother, how can you expect that from me?" Alice demanded. "I just can't be like that. I'm sorry, I know rule number one is never wear your heart on your sleeve, but you never realized that years of drilling that into me only caused me to show my feelings more and more. Things can only be suppressed for so long."
Ms. Hinton turned her nose up slightly. "There are other methods for concealing such things. We shall simply have to find what works best for you."
"You don't get it, do you?" Alice said loudly, earning a thousandth disapproving look. "You never took the time to get to know me, I mean, who I actually am! If you had, you would know that I like things this way. I like Hogwarts and I love my friends. They're passionate, Mother, and I am too. That isn't something you can bleed out of me."
"Yes we can, I am sure there are ways –"
"And you don't listen!" Alice continued, fists clenched at her sides and shaking in anger. Her composure was gone, in front of all of these people who would likely talk about her badly for the rest of her life. But hey, people do crazy things for love, and Alice was certainly no exception. "Frank knows me better than you do, Mother, because he cares about what I say. I like to wear my heart on my sleeve, all right? I like knowing that I can do that without worry because I know that Frank is going to protect it. We may joke around a lot, but I know that at the end of the day, he actually cares about who I am – my hopes, my dreams, my fears, all of it – but you, all you want is to turn me into another soulless aristocrat, and I am not willing to lose myself or him in order to do so."
"You heart would not need protecting if you would learn to control it," Ms. Hinton growled quietly, but her attempt to bring the attention of the room away from them was in vain, for Alice was, indeed, too passionate to whisper.
"The heart is something that we aren't meant to control, mother! I know you think with your multiple men that you have successfully crushed your heart into being submissive, but it doesn't work that way," Alice told her, shaking her head, the long blonde curls her mother had forced her to wear bouncing around her face. "Hearts do things and feel things for reasons that we will never understand, but that what makes love so magical and powerful. In order to truly love, you have to relinquish any control you might have sought to have. That's why love is an adventure, but it's one you still are not willing to have. I, on the other hand, am not so cowardly."
"How dare you call me a coward?" her mother hissed, eyes cracking ever so slightly and the mask slipping but a hair. "I was in Gryffindor as well, you know. I am far braver than you could ever hope to be. I am willing to accept my place in the world, while you fear yours."
Alice felt a painful twinge for Constance at this, knowing now that perhaps the Sorting was not always completely accurate. "It's not that I am afraid to accept my place, Mother. I am willing to fill it by all means, but I know where my real place is, and I refuse to live in a place I am not supposed to be in."
"What are you saying?" asked her mother, eyes narrowing.
She swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in her throat and took Frank's hand in her own. "I'm saying that if you refuse to let me be myself and make my own decisions, I – I," she took a deep breath before she managed to continue. "I'm leaving."
Charlotte Hinton looked surprised for the first time all night. "Don't be ridiculous. I am your family; you cannot walk away from that."
Alice gave her a sad smile, images of Constance and Sirius burning in her mind. "You'd be surprised, Mother. I suppose it's another thing you can blame on my friends, but I've learned that you do what you have to do, and that blood is not what makes a family."
With that, Alice turned – tears fighting to escape her ocean blue eyes – and made her way back up the grand marble staircase, Frank never leaving her side.
- - - - - - -
Stella saw Sirius' expression harden and grow cold as he watched the exchange between Alice and her mother. Hatred was evident on his face as he glared at Ms. Hinton, but it seemed sort of distant, as if he was seeing more than the scene before him.
As Alice left, the crowd began to disperse, bursting to various circles of gossip, so Stella turned to Sirius. "What's wrong?" she asked him quietly. "Well, other than the obvious, I mean."
He turned to her, a serious look in his grey eyes. "While you were at Malfoy Manor," he began in a low voice, leading her from the main room and through to the kitchen. "Did you ever meet someone named Bellatrix Black?"
Stella shivered involuntarily upon hearing the name of the witch who had put her through so much of the pain she had endured. It was in that moment that it clicked.
"You're related," she breathed, bringing a hand to her mouth and trying to hide her horror at the revelation.
He nodded, looking somewhat murderous. "She's my cousin. And Lucius is too, though distantly through engagement. Most of the people who hurt you, that's my family."
Alice had set the bar high when it came to defying the code of etiquette, so Stella felt no guilt in allowing her jaw to drop in surprise. "What happened?" she asked softly. "I mean, you're here, and you and James and everyone, what…?"
He gave her a small smile as she struggled for words. "I did just was Alice did, I ran away. It was over the summer, I came to live here, with James. I just couldn't handle them anymore. But what makes me so angry is that people who are on our side, like Alice's mum, still manage to make their kids' lives hell enough that they have to do what I did. I didn't love my parents, the only strong emotion I ever felt for them was hatred, but Alice…"
"Is naturally loving," Stella finished for him, feeling an iron hand gripping her heart as she heard his full story. "She probably loved her mum in spite of everything, but I guess she loved Frank more and had to make a choice."
He nodded, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "It's just so bloody stupid. It's like there isn't really a 'good' side at all. No one is good, some just hide the evil rather than show it."
Stella laughed quietly and shook her head. "There is so a 'good' side," she told him. "I've seen it firsthand. You and Lily and James and Alice and Constance and all of you, you're the good side. Maybe a lot of the adults are too caught up in other affairs to worry about it, but you gave up your family, and Alice did too, in a way, to show that you are actually willing to forget what they want you to care about and fight for something that matters to you."
"But, Stella," he argued, looking a bit downcast. "Us – we're 16, underage. What are we supposed to do?"
"Sirius, the other side is mostly people our age. This is a war for our generation, even if Voldemort himself may be older," Stella encouraged him with a smile. "These people here, they wouldn't know a good cause if it danced naked in front of them singing at the top if its lungs. But like Alice said, you're all passionate, and so are Bellatrix and Lucius and the others. You're the ones with the reason and drive to fight. It's not like you're up against people with triple your skills."
He sighed, but smiled at her nonetheless. "You're right, but it would just be nice to have some…"
"Guidance?" she offered, and he nodded.
"Come on, I'd be willing to bet that Lily and James are arguing right about now as to what they should do about Alice, Ness is probably about to strangle someone and Remus is not going to be able to control them all forever," Sirius told her with a wink, and led the way back into the ballroom.
- - - - - - -
"James, she's my best friend!" Lily exclaimed, no longer caring what the other guests would make of her outburst. "I can't just sit here and do nothing!"
James took both her hands between his own and tried to calm her down. "I know that, love. I don't expect you to do nothing, but give her and Frank some time, all right? Knowing him, he's probably trying to convince her that he isn't worth giving up her family for."
"And knowing Alice," Lily continued, allowing a small smile at the thought of her friends. "She's doing everything in her power to convince him otherwise and stubbornly refusing to listen to anything he says."
James chuckled softly. "See? Not something you would want to interrupt."
Lily was still worried sick, and she began chewing on her lip in nervousness. "I still can't believe what happened. Alice can usually handle anything, but to actually leave her mum…"
"She must really care about Frank," James mused, cocking an eyebrow at Lily.
She grinned back slyly, once more allowing him to take her mind off of the problems crashing around her. "Yes, Al is one of a kind. The only girl I know that would do something like that for a silly boy."
James rolled his eyes at her, but even he could not distract her fully from the pain she was feeling for the petite blonde witch.
"Can we at least go wait outside her room?" Lily asked him, looking up the tall marble staircase where Alice and Frank had disappeared. James gave her an understanding smile and led the way.
"Where do you think she'll stay?" Lily asked tentatively, realizing that she was speaking for herself as well.
"You both can stay here as long as you like," he told her as they reached the landing and sat across the hall from Alice's closed door. "Stella as well, if she wants. Sirius lives her now, and Remus and Peter might as well. My parents wouldn't mind at all."
"Potter Manor is turning into an orphanage," Lily said sadly. "But thank you, really."
He casually wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Lily smiled a bit before just as casually shrugging it off.
He laughed lightly. "Well, maybe when we get out of school, the nine of us can rent a place together."
"All of us? Living in the same house?" Lily asked disbelievingly. "It would be packed."
James shrugged. "We all share Gryffindor Tower. Besides," he continued, more seriously. "If there is really going to be a full-out war, we'd do best if we all stuck together."
"There is," she whispered. "Going to be a war, I mean. If anyone could be so cruel as to do what they did to Constance, they are certainly cruel enough to massacre anyone who doesn't believe what they do."
"But it takes two sides to make a war," James put in.
Lily gave him a look. "But do you really think that you would just sit passively if your friends were hurting? Or that they would do so if you were in trouble? Our side was in before the other to be honest, simply because we all love our friends too much to stop fighting."
- - - - - - -
"Why does she have to be so awful?" Vanessa whispered, infuriated. "All Alice ever did was try to please her, but she can't trust her judgment on this one thing?"
Remus shook his head, watching Lily and James make their way up the stairs. "I don't know, Ness. I guess some people won't accept anything less than perfect."
"But Frank's about as close to perfect as you can get," said Stella, as she and Sirius appeared from the kitchen.
Vanessa nodded, glaring daggers into Ms. Hinton's back as she swept from the room. "No wonder Alice never asked us to some visit her, her mum would never have approved of any of us."
Sirius made a small growling noise and clenched his fists. "It's so bloody stupid how thick some people can be. It's not like Alice tried to go against her mum or anything, and yet she still was never good enough."
Vanessa nodded. "If I ever have a kid, I am never going to treat him that badly. I want him to be able to be himself, you know?"
"Yeah," Stella agreed. "On the up side, I bet Alice will make an excellent mother. After everything she's been through, she's certainly knows what not to do."
The others laughed lightly. "Come on," Vanessa told them. "Let's go check on the others."
- - - - - - -
Alice had been able to hold back tears until she entered her bedroom, at which point they began flowing freely down her fair cheeks. Frank immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed, her thin frame shaking violently.
"Alice," he murmured in her ear, stroking her long hair. "Alice, you didn't have to do that, you can go back and –"
"No," she told him firmly, or as firmly as she could through her thick voice and blinding tears. "No, I made my choice."
"But why, Alice, sweetie? She's your mum. I'm nothing compared to that."
Alice took a step back so she could look him in the eye. She knew her own blue ones must be puffy and bloodshot, but she could only hope it made her look fiercer. "Frank, you are everything, okay? I, I love you. My mum, she could never understand that. She's never loved a man in her life. I don't even know who my real father is. I've always had stepdads because I was a mistake for her. She never wanted to have me, and she never really loved me unless I acted like the perfect little socialite. But that was never really me, so I don't know that she ever really loved me at all."
If it was possible to see a heart break through the eyes of its owner, Alice saw it in Frank at that moment. He looked down at her with so much pain in his eyes that she felt awful for burdening him with her emotions.
He seemed to have been able to tell what she was thinking by the regretful look on her face, for he instantly pulled her back into his arms.
"Alice, why didn't you tell me sooner? I want to know these things, sweetheart. If you're hurting, then I want to know so I can try to make it better."
"But," she whispered, feeling a fresh waves of tears coming on. "It hurts you when I tell you. I can see it."
To her surprise, he chuckled softly at this. "Of course it does, Al. I love too much for it not to. But that's okay. I'd rather hurt a little if it makes things easier for you."
She smiled a small smile and look up at him. "Do you really mean that?"
"With all my heart," he answered, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. "I know I tease you about everything, but each of those things are just reasons why I love you."
At this point, Alice could not have suppressed a grin even if she was still downstairs yelling at her mother.
"Here," Frank continued, pulling his class ring off his finger. "I want you to have this."
Alice looked up at him in surprise. "What? But Frank, I can't –"
"Sure you can," he told her warmly, threading the ring onto the thin chain that hung about Alice's neck. "It's a promise, all right? My promise to you that even when I'm not around, I still love you more than anything."
Alice felt tears spring back to her eyes, but this time, they were of happiness. She jumped into his arms and he caught her easily, hugging her tightly as she sniffled and swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Frank Neville Longbottom, you are the single most amazing man I have ever met."
- - - - - - -
-FLASH-
Lily groaned along with the others as a bright light blinded them all momentarily. The nine of them were sitting on the couches and armchairs in the Potters' large living room with a merry fire burning in the grate.
"Is that really necessary?" Vanessa asked from her spot across from Remus at the chessboard.
Sirius grinned, plopping down between Lily and Alice and wrapping an arm around each of them. "Sure it is. I want us all to remember the good times."
Alice, whose face was still a little blotchy from crying, laughed lightly. "With you around, how could we forget anything anyway?"
"Then let me rephrase," Sirius corrected himself. "I want to remember all the good times. I may make it memorable for you lot, but you sure are lacking when it comes to my own memory."
Everyone laughed, but they were interrupted by another –FLASH–.
"Sirius!" James moaned, rubbing his eyes. "If you ever misplace that thing and it just happens to wind up in a pile of horse dung, don't look at me."
Sirius pretended to look hurt. "James, I can't believe you would do that to your best mate!"
"He told you not to blame him," Lily reminded him. "I, on the other hand, would have no problem doing it myself."
They all laughed again before a comfortable silence overtook them, broken occasionally by the soft voices of Remus and Vanessa moving their pieces around the bored.
"Full moon is a few days from now," James mused quietly a few moments later, and everyone tensed slightly, looking to Remus.
"Don't worry, I plan to be gone by then."
James and Sirius exchanged looks before grabbing Peter and Remus and dragging them both up the staircase.
Alice frowned. "I wonder what that's about?"
Lily shook her head. "No idea. With them, it's best not to think about it."
- - - - - - -
"You're staying, Moony," James told him firmly once they were locked safely in his large bedroom.
"No," Remus told him. "It's too dangerous here. There aren't miles of forest to keep us hidden."
Sirius huffed. "Don't give us that. We go right up to the castle all the time during full moon and you've never hurt anyone. We can keep you in check."
"But what if –"
"Listen," James cut him off. "We aren't going to let you anywhere near Vanessa, or anyone, all right? We can handle it."
"Besides," Sirius added, "The Map has been doing that weird thing again and we've got to fix it before we go back to school. We can't do it without you."
"And," James pressed on before Remus could even open his mouth. "It's Christmas tomorrow. You have to stick around."
Remus sighed, looking to Peter as though he were his last hope.
"I think you should stay," the boy told him firmly, and Remus sighed in defeat.
"All right, all right. But you have to swear to me that you won't even let me within viewing distance of the house."
"Agreed," the other three chorused.
Remus nodded. "Thanks."
Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. "Anytime, mate. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to my hot chocolate. No offense to the elves here, Prongs, but Lily's is to die for."
"I know," James grinned. "Which I still find amazing. Remember that time she tried to make a cake and ended up with the ingredients all over her instead of in the bowl?"
Sirius howled with laughter at the memory. "I still have the pictures from that day, even the one of you licking her across the face."
"Ah, that was my moment in heaven," James said dreamily, grinning at him while Remus and Peter just looked at them in confusion, "Anyway, you're right Padfoot. Back to the hot chocolate and the angel that makes it!"
- - - - - - -
Christmas morning dawned bright and snowy, and in spite of the previous night's disaster, Alice jumped happily out of bed. She ran a hand through her now-short blonde hair, spiking it in the way she liked, before grabbing her bag of gifts and setting off across the hall.
She entered Frank's room first to find him sound asleep and the little witch grinned evilly. She took a few steps back, got a running start, and flung herself onto the bed with a loud "Good morning, Frank!"
He grunted in surprise, but seemed happy to see her as he sat up in bed. She brushed her fingers through his matted hair and pulled out a brightly wrapped package. "Merry Christmas!"
He laughed and took it from her before leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing an even brighter gift and handing it to her. "Merry Christmas yourself."
Alice smiled at him and sat crossed-legged on his bed. "I didn't really know what to get you," she began. "So I sort of went with something I thought you could use."
Frank grinned as he pulled away the paper and opened the box. Inside was a butterbeer mug with the Hog's Head Logo splashed across it, as well as a fresh rag.
"Alice, this is perfect!" he said happily, pulling her into a tight hug. "I've always been a little wary of the glasses there."
Alice sighed in relief, glad that he liked it. He was not an easy person to shop for. She opened her own gift and found a variety of her favorite candy, as well as a book about becoming an Auror.
"Oh Frank! This is perfect too!" She told him excitedly. Alice was not much of a bookworm, but she immediately snuggled into his side and began to flip through the pages.
"Merry Christmas, Al," he murmured into her hair.
"Merry Christmas, Frank."
- - - - - - -
Vanessa smiled widely as she watched Remus open the present he had gotten him. Inside, there was a variety of books on his favorite subjects and by his favorite authors, and at the bottom sat a thick notebook filled with Vanessa's findings on werewolf rights, including the speech she had written to present to the ministry.
"Vanessa," he saw softly as he scanned her tiny writing. "This is… amazing."
Her grin grew wider and she hugged him tightly. "I had hoped you would think so. I know you started off sort of pessimistic about the whole thing, but I really am getting somewhere. I just have to make an appointment to go before the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Werewolf Registration and Control Committee and I can present my case."
He stared at her in mild disbelief, though he did look rather impressed.
"But, Remus," Vanessa went on, bracing herself for his reaction to her words. "When I go, I want you to come with me, as well as James and Sirius and the others." As she spoke, she refused to meet his gaze, staring instead at the pattern on the bedspread. "I want this to be real for them, you know? I could stand up there and talk all day long, but if you all come with me, it'll give my case a face."
As she finished, she glanced up at him, and he looked undecided. "Vanessa, if I do that, it'll be in the news, people will see… Everyone will know."
Vanessa bit her lip and took his hand in her own. "I know, Rem, but what if it works? You would be a hero. You would be the werewolf that finally stood up and did something. Just think about it, please?"
He gave her a small smile. "I'll think about it, especially after everything you've done for me."
- - - - - - -
"Good morning, Lily," James said softly as she stirred awake. "Merry Christmas."
"James?" she asked groggily. "What are you doing here? I thought you said you'd get some sleep."
He chuckled lightly. "I did sleep, I slept on the floor in here. I didn't want you to have any nightmares on Christmas Eve."
Lily had to laugh. "Sometimes, you amaze me."
"Only sometimes?" James joked, grinning. "Anyway, here, this is for you."
He handed her a thin box covered in green wrapping paper.
"James, you didn't have to –"
He cut her off. "When are you going to learn that it's pointless to argue with me?"
"When pigs fly," Lily told him with a shrug.
"That shouldn't be too difficult," James grinned. "Any idea where I can find a pig?"
Lily laughed lightly and carefully tore the paper off the gift. She opened the box to reveal a beautiful bracelet made of tiny emerald crescents – a perfect match to the necklace she had received from a secret admirer what felt like a lifetime ago.
"James, it's gorgeous," she said softly.
He smiled, placing it around her wrist. "But it's nothing compared to you."
Lily rolled her eyes. "So it was you who sent that necklace last year? I figured as much."
"Of course, did you like it?"
"Very much," she told him. "But now I have to throw it out the window."
James raised an eyebrow, looking confused and Lily laughed at his expression. "Back when we were trying to figure out who it was, I told Alice and Ness that if it was you who sent it, I would toss it out the window. We never found out, so I never had to. But now…"
James laughed as well. "Then I'm glad I didn't tell you sooner. How about we make it our little secret and you hang on to it?"
"Well…" Lily mused, pretending to think very hard. "I suppose that could work."
He grinned and she remembered something.
"I got you a present too," she told him, reaching under the bed and pulling out a square package. "It was Sirius' idea, but I hope you like it."
"I have to like it," James said simply. "It's from you."
She rolled her eyes as he opened it, but smiled as he laughed loudly. She had framed the picture of herself and James standing in her old backyard. She was covered head to foot in cake batter and he was licking her face. The Lily in the portrait was trying half-heartedly to push James away, but he stood his ground and every once in a while, the two would burst into silent laughter.
"Lily," he said, grinning ear to ear. "I couldn't have asked for anything better. Except you, of course, but this is definitely the next best thing."
IMPORTANT: So I'm still having a bit of writer's block on this story, so I am requesting that each of you tell me in your reviews what songs you use to overcome your own writer's block, as many of you said to use music. (: A happy and a slow or sad song would be perfect. Title and artist please, THANKS!
NOT SO IMPORTANT: And another chapter of fluff! I'm really wanting to get them back to school, because I think that's easier to write, so that will probably be next chapter.
And I updated Secondhand Wings today as well, for those of you who are reading it.
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Love Always,
Kayla
Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you that her heart would take about five years.