A/N: Omfg. Omfg! Asdfghjkl; I'm literally...omg. So I'm updating early simply because of the end of Raw and how I almost literally peed myself over the fact that I got so excited over all the Punkena feels at the end. Guys, help. I can't! AHHHHH! Okay. I'm calm. Well...no...but...calm enough. I'm breathing again at least. Also I'm in trouble because I squealed extremely loud and woke everyone up, but...whatever...they'll live. Okay, I'm rambling. Sorry. Enjoy the chapter :)


Recap:

"Can you come to me then? I'm in a suite on the top floor. Same hotel." John answers. "You're at a hotel? Why?" Randy asks, starting to get seriously concerned. "Randy, are you coming or not?" John asks. "Yes, of course! But…but why'd you call me? You should hate…" Randy trails off. "Randy, please. Hurry. Please." John says, gives him the room number, then hangs up the phone. [...] "John, why'd you call me even though I hur—" John cuts in, "I don't want to hear about that, Randy! I don't want to even think about that! I don't want to fucking think about! I'm sick and fucking tired of that night consuming my life! Do not fucking talk about that, Randy!" John warns, [...] "Is there anything I can do to help?" Randy asks, and John looks up at him. He stares at Randy for a moment, before leaning up and kissing him. [...] Why did he let Randy kiss him when he came to apologize? Why hasn't he had a flashback since then? Why didn't Punk tell him Randy came over the other day? Why did he get so mad? Why did he flip on Punk? Will Punk ever take him back? Will Punk ever forgive him? Does he even want to go back? And most importantly, why the fuck is he lying here in the arms of the asshole rapist who caused all this? How could he just invite him into his room? How could he just invite him into his bed? How can he possibly be able to trust him through the night? Why the fuck did he kiss him so deeply and passionately? And…and when the fuck is all this shit going to be over?


Wednesday; The Hilton:

John woke up fairly early the morning and saw Randy off. Their visit ended with a heavy makeout session against the door, and way too many unanswered questions on both ends.

Once Randy was gone, John took a long shower. He relaxed his tense muscles, and let the scalding water wash away all of his thoughts.

As John exits the bathroom, he hears his phone ring. He quickly grabs it off the desk.

"Hello?" He answers. "John?" Punk calls out. "What?" John replies. "How are you?" Punk asks. "What do you want, Philip?" John asks, and Punk doesn't know if he should have hope or not at the fact that John called him 'Philip'. "You're at The Hilton." Punk says, and John's breath hitches.

How does he know that? Did he follow him? Does he know about Randy? FUCK!

"H-How do y-you know that?" John asks, trying to keep calm. "A buddy of mine works across the street and saw you go in. I decided to wait till this morning to come so you'd have time to sleep off your anger." Punk explains. "Y-You're here? Right now?!" John asks. "Yeah. What room are you in?" Punk asks.

John doesn't answer. He doesn't know if he even wants to see Punk. He's also scared that if Punk comes up, he may smell Randy's scent in the room or something crazy and he'll be caught.

"John, your room number?" Punk asks again. "Why?" John asks. "Please, John?" Punk begs. "No." John replies. "John. What fucking room are you in?" Punk asks, getting frustrated. "I don't have to tell you anything, remember?"

You don't tell me shit! So why the fuck should I tell you where I'm going?

"John, I'll knock on every single door if I have to. I'm not leaving till we talk." Punk states. "Have fun." John shrugs. "Dammit, John! I'm serious! I will knock till I find you!" Punk threatens. "I don't care. You'll get arrested or thrown out far before you even reach my level." John chuckles. "Thanks for saying that. I'll just start from the top floor and work my way down." Punk retorts. "Go away!" John yells. "Not until we talk! What's your fucking room number?" Punk asks again. John just stays silent.

"We can do this all day, John, okay? I don't have anything else to do." Punk says, but all he hears in response is John's heavy, angry breaths. "Alright. Have it your way." John hears Punk say, then hears knocking in the background. "Can I help you?" He hears an old woman's voice after a few moments. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Wrong room." Punk says, then John hears Punk walking. "Stop messing with people!" John yells. "Then tell me where you are!" Punk demands. "Ugh!" John groans. "Now, John!" Punk demands.

John mumbles the room number in anger, then hangs up the phone. He then pulls on some sweats, cracks the door open, and crawls into bed with his back to the door.

"Hi." John hears a voice a few minutes after getting off the phone. "Hi." John mumbles.

"Do you mind if I sit?" Punk asks, all the irritation from earlier disappearing the moment his eyes land on John's form. John shakes his head.

Before moving, Punk continues trying his luck. "I miss you. I missed you last night. Can I hold you? Or would that be too much of me treating you like a baby?" Punk didn't come here to argue, but it's pretty hard to bite back the twinge of anger he still has from last night. "GET OUT!" John turns towards Punk and roars. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. John, I didn't come here to argue, I promise. I'm sorry." Punk swears, his voice tired and defeated. John glares at him for a moment, before rolling back over, facing his back to Punk again.

"Can we please talk, John? I'm not willing to just let this go unresolved." Punk says, climbing into the bed, and sitting next to John, leaning his back against the headboard.

All is completely silent for a long awhile. Neither men know what to say.

"You know what I did all morning and night? I was on the computer all night looking for engagement rings for you, because I figured that'd be the only way to make you stay," John squares his eyes as gives a sly smirk, "Then I thought, well he'll break up a relationship, why wouldn't he break up an engagement? So then I wondered how fast I could plan a wedding, and if I could plan it in a week. Then I realized, well what would be keeping him from just divorcing me? Why would he want to stay with me? Why would he—" Punk's cut off by John rolling over, grabbing Punk's face and shaking him.

"No, no! I'd never do that! I'd never lea—" Punk cuts back in, "I realized how ridiculous that all was! I realized that, wow, I'm trying to figure out how to plan a wedding in a fucking week, for me and a guy I've only been with a few months, who has currently broken up with me. Why go through all that when you're just going to leave me one day? Why even bother with this relationship when I know it's just going to end in crumbles? Why even bother to come here and try to piece our relationship back together, when you let it go, and I could finally be free of my worries of when we'd end, because it finally happened. Why am I doing this to myself?"

Neither man moved or said another word for the next few minutes. Punk just continued staring at the sheets, and John stared at Punk's face.

John knew his next move was volatile when it comes to the state of their relationship.

John slowly, as to not scare Punk off, crawls into Punk's arms, and Punk wraps John up tightly, like he could slip out of his grip at any moment.

"Do you remember when you told me that this relationship wasn't going to work, no matter how long we drew it out?" John asks with a soft voice. "Yeah." Punk mumbles. "Do you remember what I said?" John asks.

Well I'm determined to make us work.

"Yes." Punk smiles. "I meant it." John whispers, looking up at Punk. "You left me though." Punk replies, his voice blank, and John can't get a reading on his emotions. "Because I was angry! You know I'm not myself right now! I'm sorry I got mad, I am! And I regret it. But you do know that whether I'm hurting or not, I'm super over-dramatic. Be lucky I didn't start throwing things at you like they do on TV." John says, and Punk gives a small laugh, then his face changes back to sadness.

"I've never seen you like that. I've never seen you so mad. I-I've never seen you with so much…so much emotion!" Punk says, John's actions from last night replaying in his head. "You've never seen me with so much emotion?" John asks. "No." Punk replies. "I'd like to think that I love you with much more emotion than my blow up last night." John says softly, and Punk finally looks John in the eyes.

"Where does last night leave us?" Punk asks. "I realized last night how scared I am of how much I love you. I realized last night how…how scared I am of how much you love me. You love me so much, and you just want to care for me and protect me. I'm not used to that. Yes, it's annoying, and yes, I'm going to complain about it from time to time. But you have no clue how grateful I am that you even care enough to try to keep me from all the hurt and the pain in the world. I don't know what last night was. I can't even explain it. Maybe my body is trying to get my emotions together, and they just all got out of wack. I don't know. But I know that I love you more than anything else, and that I'm as scared of losing you as you are of losing me. Therefore, we should stop putting each other through that pain," Punk's eyes narrow, "and stop with these petty arguments and storm outs. You've had one, and now I've had one. We're even. We're not ever having another one, either of us. You're mine, and I'm definitely yours until my days end. I don't want last night to affect us. I want to go back to how things were before last night even happened. In fact, I want things to be better. I just…I need the chance to make that happen. I need you to take me back so I can try and make that happen." John expresses, tears welling in his eyes as they stare directly into each others.

"Last night is erased from my memory. I'm going to forget about it and we can go back to how things were. But you don't get anymore chances, John. I mean it. You're not going to keep doing this shit to me." Punk explains. "I'll never, ever hurt you again!" John whispers, then latches his lips to Punk's, laying him back on the bed as his tongue slides into Punk's mouth.

John's tongue immediately goes for Randy's, intertwining them together. John wipes Randy from his thoughts, chalking what happened between he and Randy last night as equality for Punk and Jeff having a full-fledged make-out session.

"John." Punk calls out. "Why are you stopping?" John asks, trying to kiss some more. "If I'm going to take you, it's going to be on our bed. Get your stuff." Punk says, sliding out from under John.

John quickly gets his things together, and Punk grabs John's bags, John's hand, and leads him to the lobby.

John gets completely checked out, and as they head towards the front doors, John looks back and sees Randy coming out of the elevator. Randy sees them, and stop and stands staring, a hurt, yet content look on his face. He gives a soft smile and a small wave. John gives a little wave us his own, as he's dragged out of the building by Punk.

Once they get home, John quickly excuses himself to the bathroom, and pulls out his phone.

My Johnny: hi.

Randy Bear: So u and punk are back together?

My Johnny: i'm sorry.

Randy Bear: Why are u apologizing?

My Johnny: because i'm sorry.

Randy Bear: There's no need 2 apologize baby.

My Johnny: but i am sorry.

Randy Bear: Alright.

My Johnny: will you please say you forgive me?

Randy Bear: I don't kno what u think i'm mad about…but ok...yes john I forgive u.

My Johnny: mad because i basically used you last night.

Randy Bear: U didn't…but ok.

My Johnny: i forced you to my room & made out with you.

Randy Bear: I've done worse 2 u john…stop apologizing 2 me...I should b the 1 still begging 4 ur forgiveness...speaking of…im confused…am I forgiven or something?

My Johnny: yes.

Randy Bear: How the hell could u just forgive me?

My Johnny: plz don't question it.

Randy Bear: Are u home? Are u safe?

My Johnny: yes.

Randy Bear: Alright.

My Johnny: i'm sorry.

Randy Bear: STOP

My Johnny: no.

Randy Bear: John.

My Johnny: randy.

Randy Bear: Y are u REALLY saying sorry?

My Johnny: did i make you think anything changed between us last night?

Randy Bear: What do you mean?

My Johnny: relationship wise ig.

Randy Bear: Like if u want 2 be with me or not?

My Johnny: sure.

Randy Bear: I was there 2 comfort u…like I used 2...I know my role.

My Johnny: i'm sorry.

Randy Bear: I give up...bye

My Johnny: plz don't be mad at me. i'm sorry.

Randy Bear: I'm not mad at u…I'm irritated with u.

My Johnny: but you love me, so it doesn't matter.

Randy Bear: I do.

My Johnny: …you do?

Randy Bear: I do John.

My Johnny: i have to go.

Randy Bear: I won't stop you.

"Babe, you okay in there?" He hears Punk knock. "Yeah, I'm sorry." John replies, staring at his phone. "It's okay. Just checking on you." He hears Punk reply, then hears him walk away from the door.

John locks those texts, then shoves the phone in his pocket. He stares in the mirror and takes some deep breaths, trying to fix his demeanor before leaving the bathroom.

"He lives!" Punk says once John walks out of the bathroom. "Oh, ha-ha." John rolls his eyes, chuckling.

"Come lay down with me. I didn't get to hold you last night." Punk sticks his bottom lip out. John chuckles, and hops into bed, cuddling into Punk's hold.

"Did you really stay up all night looking for rings for me?" John asks, looking up at Punk. "I did. I found some really nice ones for when I do propose to you in the future." Punk replies. "I bet they're just ravishing knowing your taste." John mumbles, rolling his eyes. Punk laughs out and pops John in the arm, "Hey, I know your taste too, John Boy. I picked it out so you'd like it, not me. Besides, I'm going to look for rings then too. Plenty of rings will come out by then." Punk explains, and John winces a bit. Plenty. God, that sounds like years from now.

"I love you." John whispers. "God, I missed hearing you say that, John. You have no idea. I love you too, babe." Punk says, then kisses John passionately. He tries to lay John down, but John can't get his and Randy's conversation out of his head.

I do John.

"Babe, wait." John says. "What's wrong?" Punk asks. "I need to go back to the hotel." John says. "Why?" Punk asks. "I…I forgot something in my hotel room. I don't want anybody to take it and I have to buy it back on Ebay." John says, giving a small smile. "Oh, alright. Do you want me to take you?" Punk asks. "No, it's okay, I'll take myself. I'll be back soon, okay?" John says, kisses Punk again, then hops out of bed.

15 Minutes Later:

My Johnny: are you still at the hotel?

Randy Bear: Yes…why?

John parks his car, and begins walking into the hotel.

My Johnny: is sam & alanna there?

Randy Bear: No…why john?

He walks past the front desk, completely ignoring the ladies looks of confusion, heading towards the elevator.

My Johnny: what's your room number?

Randy Bear: Why?

My Johnny: what's your room number?

Randy Bear: Why?

He gets in an elevator and hits every single number to waste time till he gets his answer.

My Johnny: randy!

Randy Bear: John.

John, frustrated as ever, hits call and pulls the phone up to his ear. Randy answers immediately.

"Why?" He asks. "Randy, what's the fucking room number?" John asks, and Randy can hear in his tone that he's close to exploding. After a long, dramatic, exaggerated sigh, Randy gives him the room number and John quickly hangs up the phone, waiting for the elevator to take him to it.

He gets to Randy's door and sees it's open, so he barges in. Randy is standing there waiting for him, but he pushes past him, kind of walking in circles in the middle of the hotel room, seething in anger.

Randy simply double locks the door, in case Sam tries to come back while John is there, then leans against the wall, waiting for John to get his thoughts together.

John pauses, shuts his eyes, then lets out a yell of anger. "Hey! Stop! My room has neighbors unlike your suite!" Randy says, and John whips his head up to glare at him, then continues in his circle of rage.

Soon, he snaps and charges at Randy. "How dare you!" John yells. "Wha—" John doesn't let Randy speak, "How fucking dare you!" John yells. "What'd I do, John?" Randy asks. "How dare you tell me that! How dare you tell me that you love me! You don't get to tell me that!" John yells, banging against Randy's chest. "But I do." Randy whispers. "No! Because that's not fair! Shut up! You don't get to tell me that! Why'd you tell me that?!" John asks. "Because, John, I do." He answers again. "Stop! Stop it! Stop saying that!" John yells. "Well then what do you want from me? How is answering your question truthfully, the wrong answer?" Randy asks. "Because it's not fucking fair!" John yells, and Randy sighs. "Then what do you want me to say? What do you want from me?" Randy asks, and John stares at the ground for a moment, in thought of what the answer to Randy's question could be.

Something else in him snaps, and he smashes his lips into Randy's. Randy kisses back for a moment, till he thinks back to seeing John leave with Punk this morning.

"Stop, John. You have Pu—" John doesn't let the sentence escape Randy's mouth, "I don't care!" John yells, returning his lips to Randy's. "You do care! Stop!" Randy yells. "You don't care, so why does it matter?" John asks, then again, tries to kiss Randy. "I do care! That's why I'm stopping this!" Randy yells. "You didn't fucking care the last time, so why start caring now?!" John asks, finally ending his attack. "John, I'm trying to right my wrongs. Please don't do this." Randy says, and John throws his hands to his head, digging his nails into his skin in anger.

"This isn't fair. It isn't fair, Randy. It's not fucking fair! Why do you get to do this to me? Why do you get to hurt me so fucking bad, only to turn around and do this to me! It's not fair!" John yells. "I'm sorry, John. I had to tell you though!" Randy explains.

"Well how long is it going to last before it changes again, huh?" John asks. "What do you mean?" Randy asks. "First you didn't love me and I was just a quick lay every so often. Then suddenly you were deep in love with me and wanted to save me from Punk, right before you raped me! Then you come to apologize and suddenly you never loved me at all! Now that I accept that, you suddenly fucking love me again! How long is this one going to last? How long do you want me to buy into your lies this time?!" John asks, it taking everything in him not to lunge forward and choke the life out of Randy.

"I-I…I'm sorry, Johnny. I should have never said those things. Look…I'll tell you the honest truth okay—" John cuts in, "Please! Because if you haven't noticed, I'm openly gay now! Which means all this bullshit is getting to me even worse because it makes my life 10x more real!" John yells.

Randy gives a small sigh before continuing, "I do love you, Johnny. And I don't want that. I don't need it. I have a Wife, and I have a Daughter. I can't love you! But…but I can't stop. And I don't want to love you! I don't want to love…a man. I don't want to have these feelings for you, but I can't keep lying to myself and saying that I don't. I want to feel normal, and straight again! I don't want to look in your eyes and…and know that I care so much for you. I don't want to crave your lips. I don't want to get such pleasure and satisfaction from your touch! I don't want those things! I want to go back to when the thought of two men together disgusted me! I don't want to have these fucking feelings, and they won't go away! And what makes it worse is the feelings are for you! You! You're so…you're so fucking tangible but I can't fucking touch you! I can't touch you because you have a boyfriend! I can't touch you because I'm married! I can't touch you because…because someone might find out and tell everyone. I can't have that happen. But I can't…I can't stop feeling all these ways about you." Randy's on the verge of breaking down, and John's even close to the edge. He doesn't know what to say about what Randy just confessed, he doesn't even know how to process it all.

"Ran…" John whispers. Randy just keeps his head where it's hung, avoiding all eye contact with the beautiful, blue-eyed man in front of him.

"Randy, I'm sorry." John whispers, stepping in front of him, so that their bodies are practically touching. "Stop apologizing to me, John! Stop! Why am I not the one still apologizing to you? Why aren't you demanding that I beg and grovel at your feet for even the slightest acknowledgement from you? Why are you doing this? You're yelling at me for what I'm doing, why the hell are you doing this to me?" Randy yells, but John just silences him with his lips.

Randy wraps a hand around the back of John's neck, pulling them closer. Their tongues softly caress one another, taking their time; not wanting to go to fast.

It feels as if time has slowed down to the rate that they're going. It feels like nothing else matters but themselves, and they've got the control of the world in the palm of their hands.

When they finally pull away, and their eyes both flutter open, both men breathing softly, their eyes connect and electricity bursts through their bodies, suddenly pushing the world into overdrive. John leans in and bites down on Randy's neck, frantically leaving passion marks along his bronze skin.

"Randy, baby." John whines. "John, please." Randy pleads, grinding his hips against John's.

"Randy, I need you." John whispers. "I can't." Randy replies.

"I need you so bad, Ran." John begs. "I can't. I'm injured." Randy explains, and John mentally curses Punk for doing such a number on Randy's body, but not letting his mind focus on Punk for too long.

"I need you in me right now, Randy." John pleads. "I can't, John. I'm injured. And you have a boyfriend." Randy replies, trying to acknowledge how wrong this is, but his body and mind is betraying him.

"I want to feel you inside me, please. Let me taste you." John implores, dropping to his knees, opening his mouth, and running it along the outline of Randy's hard-on through his shorts. Randy groans out, John's lips nibbling at the head of his cock through the fabric.

"John, you can't." Randy whispers. "Please?" John begs, dipping his fingers beneath Randy's waistband, trying to pull the shorts down.

"John, stop!" Randy yells, grabbing John's arm and pulling him to his feet. "Why?!" John asks in anger. "Because you have a boyfriend and you're cheating on him!" Randy yells. "I don't care about him!" John yells, letting his anger take over. "Yes, you do!" Randy replies. "Well I don't care that I care!" John yells, then slams his back against the opposite wall, his hands going back to his head in frustration.

"John, what is wrong with you? What is going on? Please talk to me. Why are you doing this?" Randy asks. "Because I'm fucking confused. I'm so fucking confused, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being everything but happy!" John explains, wanting to just curl up in a ball and sleep for the rest of eternity.

"Tell me what's going on." Randy says, standing in front of John, wrapping one arm around his waist. "I don't know what to do. I'm stuck, and I'm confused, and it's killing me. I…I want to be with you so bad, Randy. You have no idea. I want to be your everything, and do everything you want me to. I want to be your little submissive pet. Just like you like me! I want to just belong to you and no one else, and I want it bad. But…I'm so happy with Philip. I've never been happier in a relationship than I am with him. He's…he's amazing. Nothing between us is wrong, and he's perfect. He's really perfect. We've talked about marriage and our future, and he wants to be with me for a long time. He loves me so much that he's openly out with me. I just…I can't get over you." John explains, and Randy's taken aback for a moment.

Not only is he taken aback at how John feels about him, but that Punk and John have talked about marriage. Marriage? That'd be losing Johnny forever.

"John, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You're the only reason you're still hurting, because you're hurting yourself. I can't be with you, John. I can't. I'm marri—" John cuts in, "Stop telling me that! Stop throwing her in my face! I know you are! But you've told me once before that you'd divorce her for me—" Then Randy cuts in, "I was drunk as shit and probably blacked out!" Randy yells. "That doesn't change the fact that you said it! Besides, you've had plenty of relationship behind her back! Why am I so different? Because I'm a man?!"

John is getting even more frustrated that this whole 'you're a man' thing has come back into play.

"No! No, that's not why! I've offered a relationship to you before, John, and you turned it down. Now I've already told Sam that we're leaving, and that we're going to fix our family and wrecked marriage. I can't be with you, John. I don't understand why you want to be with me anyway! We're not going to be together, John; as much as we both may want it. Now you have this man at home that loves you unconditionally. He's in love with you, and he's basically screaming it from the rooftops at this point. That is something I can't give you, and it's something I'm not sure I'd ever be able to give you. He's someone you deserve, Johnny. He's crazy about you, and he apparently wants to marry you. Why would you give that up just to be with me? I'm not going to let you do that, John. Now years from now, when I resurface, if you're still not married, and my marriage is still in crumbles, or completely over, then we can talk about it. I'm not necessarily saying I'll even agree to it even then, but we can talk. Until then, I want you to go back to him, and I want you to put your all into that relationship, because you deserve it. Stop worrying over me. Stop letting me come in between you two even more. I don't want that influence over your relationship, so stop making me have it. Go be happy, John. Dammit." Randy conveys.

John just stares into his eyes, trying to look past them into his soul to see if there's any hope that this is all a rouge, and that he truly wants him. He doesn't see it.

And deep down, John knows that Punk should be the only option he ever has for the rest of his life. He's just terrified of how fast things are going, and how madly in love they are with each other.

"I'm sorry." John sighs. "Go back to him. Go be happy." Randy replies, and John nods.

"Can I take Alanna out tomorrow afternoon?" John asks. "She'd love that." Randy smiles. "Will I see you there?" John asks. "Yes, Johnny." Randy sighs.

John leans up and kisses Randy. It's a long, open mouth kiss, but with no tongue.

"Goodbye, Ran." John whispers. "Bye, Johnny." Randy replies, caressing his face.

John gives one last, longing look, then finally leaves.

It takes everything in him not to completely break down when he finally makes it to his car, but instead he composes himself, thinks of a lie to tell Punk about it taking so long, grabs some fast food to distract Punk with, and heads home.

Brooks-Cena Apartment:

"You okay? What took you so long? I tried calling." Punk says immediately as John walks through the door. "Yeah, I'm sorry. My phone was on silent. I grabbed us some food though, the line was ridiculously long, and traffic was really bad." John says, handing the bag over to Punk.

"Thanks, babe." Punk smiles. "No problem. Uhm, I ate in the car. I've got the worst headache, so I'm going to go lay down, okay?" John says. "Alright, feel better. I love you. Night." Punk says, from the barstool. "I love you too, Philip." John smiles, and Punk smiles back with a small look of amusement and confusion on his face. "Night." John whispers, then heads to the room to collapse into a deep sleep.


A/N: BAM! Wow! So much! So Punk & John are back together, but will they last? Will Randy come to his senses and beg John back, now knowing how bad John wants him? Will John snap and leave Punk again because he still loves Randy? Will Punk find out what went down between John and Randy last night? Who do you think John's going to be with when this story ends? Or better yet, is John going to be with anyone come the end of the story? And what's going to happen tomorrow? And is John going to have another psychotic breakdown again? SO MANY QUESTIONS! I'll update again Friday or Saturday :). Please leave tons of reviews with all your thoughts, rants, or guesses, etc! I'm really enjoying you guys conveying your anger for what's going on, lmfaoo. You guys are so amusing. ALSO, BEFORE I FORGET! THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FOR THE 700+ REVIEWS! You guys are just amazing! Hopefully I can reach 750 (or 800, I know I'm pushing it, lol) by the last chapter! Remember, there's only two left! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for reading! :)