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I've finally found my groove again, and I've got back into the writing grind. Of course, my horrible timing means that I got my inspiration back RIGHT as most of my yearly Exams start. I've completed maybe half them, but until I've finished The Bookcase is going to be fairing worse. I'm sorry I haven't been updating anything as of late, it's just... yeah. Family related junk you don't need to know about, exams, school... all that jazz.

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ANYWAYS. This is a Merome thing for Collision Course, so it's in that au. It's basically one giant spoiler, so if you haven't read Collision Course and you're thinking about reading it, go read that first and THEN read this. By the way, there's a link to the newspaper article Collision Course got in on my bio. You can see my face. I'm the tall red head with stupid glasses holding a book with two guys kissing on it. Yep. Uh huh. It's so awesome. Read it. Tell me I'm pretty and I'll love you forever~

ALSO. Next week - On the sixth of November - it's my gay anniversary! It's marked in my calendar and everything. That's right, those of you who care, the sixth of November marks that day I first created my account! It took me a week to start posting ships, after the horrible Jordan Maron x OC shorts I wrote!

What will we do for this fantastic date? Do you wanna do... um... The first thing that pops to my mind is Q & A because it's simple, but you guys might not like it. And you're my most important priority after my school work because I really want to do well. Eh. Drop suggestions if you want to do something special, like a certain story you want to see or genre. Or we could do a thing where you send me a shit-tonne of OCs and I write a huge mosh pit of fun x) Give your opinion. You're a huge part of it.

I THINK I'VE RAMBLED ENOUGH. ENJOY SOME FLUFF. SPOILERS FOR COLLISION COURSE. YEP. LOVE YOU ALL. BYE.


I'm Home

A Merome Fic

Mitch stood out on the front porch, one hand up and poised to knock on the door. Still, he hesitated. It was a simple door, with peeling white paint and a few random stickers stuck to the door knob. The sun was dipping swiftly, a hot breeze blowing through the quiet street. The worn porch seat creaked in the wind, swinging slowly. Mitch shuddered.

He was pretty terrified.

Sydney was singing along loudly (and badly) to one of those Ariana Grande songs inside and Caitlyn would occasionally chime in when she messed up the lyrics, which happened more than you'd think. Preston was yelling at Sydney to shut up, and then his voice noticeably softened when he asked Caitlyn what she wanted from the Chinese place for dinner. Mitch couldn't hear Caitlyn's reply, but then the song switched and Caitlyn squealed as the familiar beat played out. Then Mitch's heart nearly stopped when he heard the voice he'd come so far for.

Jerome.

"Turn it down!" he said. "Preston's trying to order food!"

"But it's Anaconda!" Caitlyn whined.

"My Anaconda don't wanna shut up!" Sydney sulked, and there was a collective sigh as the music dipped considerably.

"Thank you," Preston said, and Mitch pictured Jerome nodding and pulling that stupid little half smile. It made his heart ache picturing it, and it hurt even more that he had to try so hard to remember his face after four years.

There was a door in front of him, and as soon as he knocked his past would come back and punch him in the face.

A month and a bit where his life was turned upside down, where he found and had to give up the boy who made him happy and the three friends who loved him unconditionally. A month and a bit where his father gave up on him and he finally learnt what happened to the mother whose face he forgot. A month and a bit where he hated what he did and caused more pain than ever. A month and a bit where the only thing that made him happy was Jerome.

A month and a bit where his life consisted of bruised knuckles, half smiles, red hair, nerdy TV show references, bad singing and disappointed faces evened out with the most laughing he'd ever done.

All of that was hidden behind that door, and Mitch couldn't decide if it terrified him or if he missed it so bad he would gladly throw away what he'd made for himself in Canada.

He made up his mind when he realised he was already knocking. There was a brief silence inside, and then Mitch heard someone say they'd get it but he didn't know who, the pounding in his ears too loud to distinguish voices.

When the door opened, his vision cleared and four years of sadness faded away and all that Mitch's world was made of in that second was a beautiful face transformed with shock, and then warm lips pressed against his own as tears fell and skinny arms tightened around his shoulders.

He was home.