It was a spur of the moment decision on their part-well, more so Craig's-but they called off work the next day. (Tweek really doubted his boss would mind, and well…Craig just had to make sure he didn't have any meetings with his secretary. His secretary was positive he had none until

Monday).

So they made it a three day weekend, Craig suggesting they go up to his family's lake house upstate to celebrate the first day of summer. Tweek offered to drive them.

"You have a car?"

"Yeah. Why does that surprise you?" Tweek asked as Craig drove them. They were still floating on the high that came with their first "I love you's", Tweek's fingers laced with Craig's above the gear shift.

"I've just never seen you drive. Didn't even know you had your license." Craig teased.

"Hey! I'm a good driver!"

"Mm," Craig rubbed his thumb over the top of Tweek's hand idly as they reached a red light. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"So, you're gonna let me drive?!"

"What kind of car is it?"

"A Fiat."

"A what?" Craig sputtered.

"It's a good car, Craig!"

"Not for people my height. Maybe for people that are your height, but not mine."

"Too late, you already implied I can drive us!"

Craig opened his mouth to continue arguing, but snapped it shut. It was clear Tweek was going to be persistent, so he figured this was one battle he didn't mind losing. Besides…it couldn't be that bad…right?

"…What's your parent's address, kitten?"

"Why?"

"Gotta get your car somehow, right?"

The plan was simple: Tweek would pick Craig up from the Tucker estate the next morning and then they'd drive to upstate New York to spend a nice weekend reconnecting and disconnecting from the hustle and bustle of their city lives. To Tweek's surprise, his parents were already up the next morning when he came downstairs with his suitcase. A lot of his summer clothes were still here at his parent's pace anyways, so it made sense for him to get dropped off here last night. That, and he needed his beloved car.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Mary chimed, passing him a cup of coffee as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey mom." Tweek said through a yawn. He sat down next to his dad at the table, Richard chuckling as he ate his bowl of cereal.

"So. Where are you two running off to?"

"His family's cabin upstate."

He never told his parents about the incident.

"Oh, that sounds so nice! I think the weather is supposed to be sunny all weekend!"

Tweek's stomach flipped as he nodded, taking big gulps of his coffee.

They knew of Craig going to rehab.

Well, they would've figured that one out whether Tweek wanted them to or not. Damn tabloids and all. But…Tweek wasn't sure if he should say anything at this point. He didn't want them to look at Craig differently because they were on the way to fix this themselves. Everything was coming up roses and-eventually-Tweek might mention it to them. But for now? That secret stays in New York City.

"You never know. Maybe it'll rain! Thunderstorm even." Richard added on, Tweek smiling a bit against the rim of his cup as he listened to his parents.

"Don't be such a bummer, Richard! It's officially summer tomorrow and we don't want to jinx Tweek having bad weather!"

"I wouldn't mind a rainy day in the woods, honestly. It sounds…peaceful."

"And romantic."

"D-Dad!"

"Hey, I'm just saying!" Richard held his hands up in mock defense, Mary smacking his arm with the spatula she had in her hand. She slid a plate of pancakes in front of Tweek.

"Here, handsome, eat up. You got a long drive today."

After breakfast, Tweek sat and enjoyed one more cup of coffee with his parents and Bean before bidding farewell and making the drive to the Tucker estate. Tweek has been to the home a few times now thanks to Tricia, but never when Craig was there. Besides, the entire estate was so breathtaking every time he visited, but now that Craig was inside its walls? Yeah. Those butterflies settled very quickly into his stomach as he recognized some of the roads that would soon deliver him at the front doors of the vast estate. As he turned into the driveway (that was at least a five-minute drive long) Tweek started to wonder how the weekend would go.

Would they fight at all?

Where exactly was the cabin located?

Was this a ploy?

Does Craig want to kill him?

What if he wants to kill him?!

What if Tweek ends up on an Unsolved Mystery show like the Keddie Cabin murders?!

Oh my god SHUT UP!

Needing some air, Tweek let out a shaky breath as he reached up and pressed the button that let the top of his car roll back. Yes. Tweek had a Fiat, but it was a lite blue with white interior and a convertible Fiat. And he adored this car. As the roof finished rolling back, Tweek let out a louder sigh this time as the estate came into view, cheeks puffed out as he parked where he has each time he's visited the Tuckers.

They never discussed if Craig would be waiting for him or if Tweek was popping in to say hello, the blonde looking at his phone in the cup holder for a moment before he grabbed it.

"Dammit." He mumbled, holding it to his ear as he bounced his leg nervously. Why was he even nervous?! The Tuckers know him! He knows Craig! They said I love you! You thought you knew Craig before…look how that turned out for y-

"-Mom!I-Dios mío-hello?!"

"Bad time?"

"Oh hey! No-no perfect time just-TRICIA-fucking-my family is driving me nuts."

Tweek smiled a bit at the banter he could hear in the background.

"Need me to come in and rescue you?"

"Please. I'll meet you at the door."

A spew of Spanish met his ears before Craig hung up, Tweek laughing quietly to himself before he opened his car door. The home always made him pause and admire it, the trimming and design of the home reminding him of something they saw in Paris. The closest thing he could think of is the Palace of Versailles to compare it to, but the home was nowhere near as large as Versailles. Though, compared to the homes Tweek was used to visiting, the Tucker home might as well be Versailles. He managed to knock once on the door before Craig tugged it open, eyes tired and outfit so unlike anything Tweek has seen him in. Black t-shirt, jeans, and a beat-up pair of Converse. Now this was a sight to see, Tweek's mouth opening and closing a few times to process his thoughts as he cleared his throat.

"You-oh!"

"What?"

"Nothing! I just-" Have never seen you in such casual clothing. "It's a nice change of pace in style, is all."

Craig smiled, giving Tweek a quick glance up and down. "Can say the same about your outfit," Tweek blushed as he looked down at himself, going to protest the sentiment, but Craig beat him to it. "Come on. My parents want to say hi."

Tweek nodded, grabbing Craig's extended hand and following him into the home he was slowly growing familiar with. He noticed how it had a signature scent of cigar smoke with a hint of vanilla behind it. In an odd way, it was comforting to Tweek's nerves as he was brought outback to the pool. God, the pool. It was so fucking huge and it was heated. So, when he was feeling overwhelmed a few months ago after everything that had happened, getting to swim in a nice warm pool was just the remedy he needed at the time.

"Tweek!" It was Laura, floating aimlessly through the pool with what he could only assume was whiskey in her hand. "Hola mi amor! How have you been?!" She shouted from the end of the pool.

"Uh, very well Laura! How about yourself?!"

"Living well!"

Tweek laughed quietly to himself as Tricia stood from where she sat at the edge of the pool, the red head smiling as both of them kissed each cheek.

"Hiya gorgeous! Enjoying a day off as well, I see?"

"How could I not? It's beautiful outside!"

"And you get to go to the cabin! I hope you have fun up there. Some of my favorite childhood memories were made there." Tricia gave Tweek's cheek a squeeze as she walked past to give her dad a kiss on the cheek as he wandered outside, Thomas chuckling as he approached the man his daughter was just speaking to.

"Fancy seeing you around these parts!" Thomas said, tugging Tweek into a tight hug. Craig watched how each family member interacted with…huh. What were they? Tweek wasn't his boyfriend, at least he didn't think so. They said I love you, sure, but they didn't establish anything on the ride home last night. They were in such a flurry of emotion that they only discussed the plan for the weekend once it was decided they were taking a getaway trip. Snapping himself out of his thoughts as he realized that his dad and Tweek had been having a conversation, Craig cleared his throat as he placed a hand on Tweek's lower back.

"I-ah-hate to cut you two chatterboxes off, but we should be leaving soon if we want to get there before sundown." Craig interjected. Thomas gave a look to his son, eyebrow raised as he smirked slightly.

"Why don't you go toss your bag in Tweek's car while I have one final word with him," Craig opened his mouth to interject, but- "In private." As Thomas would have it, Craig wasn't going to get his way.

"Fine," Craig gave Tweek's hip a squeeze before heading towards the home. "I'll meet you at your car."

"O-Okay!" Tweek called back, swallowing hard as he quickly scanned his thoughts as to what Thomas could possibly want to discuss with him.

Business? Maybe.

If Craig is a murderer? Unlikely, but not impossible.

Directions to the cabin? Very likely, but they have phones for that!

Once they heard the door to the house shut, Thomas cleared his throat as he put his hands on his hips. Tweek could see he was struggling with his words.

"How…how was his first day back yesterday?"

Oh.

"It was…fine, actually," Tweek paused a moment. "We redid his office."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Repainted it, got some new décor…said it was a fresh start…for both himself and for me."

Thomas' throat bobbed at that, Tweek giving him a reassuring smile.

"I just…I've worried…I-I haven't been sleeping much, ya know? With him being an hour away and all and-and with what happened the last time you called and all…" His voice trailed off near the end, Tweek understanding why Thomas wanted to talk now:

To check in on his son's health.

"I understand." Tweek whispered.

"…I know he's said it multiple times, I'm sure, but…I'm sorry…for what happened to-"

"You don't have to apologize for him, Thomas. He's a grown man…he-he knows what he did was wrong and…it's all okay now. Like I said over dinner the last time I was over: I'm getting help, too." Tweek reached out and gave Thomas' forearm a squeeze, his smile stronger than it was the last time Thomas saw him. It pulled a smile out of Thomas.

"You're so good for him, you know. I don't think he realizes it."

"He does," Tweek chuckled, face red a bit as he thought about the night before in the elevator. "It just takes him a while to get the words right."

Four hours.

It took them four hours to get to the cabin.

Twenty minutes were added after they stopped for lunch, and then another thirty were added when Tweek's car overheated and they had to pull over and let it sit. They only really should've sat for twenty, but Craig had popped the hood to look around and make sure nothing else was wrong and Tweek insisted he looked longer. (He's always had a thing for guys that know what they're doing with cars.) They also had to walk about a mile up the road to a gas station to get coolant for the Fiat.

The car ride was filled with idle chatter, some silent patches where they listened to the sounds around them as they rode with the top down, and for the last stretch of the ride they listened to one of Tweek's favorite podcasts (coincidentally about unsolved mysteries).

They rolled up to the Tucker cabin at around three that afternoon, Tweek stretching his arms above his head as he hummed. The place was gorgeous, the cabin spacious but not over the top. It was two floors and had a private dock that led to the lake it sat on (which had a little boat tied to the side as well), and a deck overlooking said lake, too. The interior was to die for, Tweek's mouth slowly falling open as he looked around. Fireplace in the middle of the living room, huge open ceilings as he noticed the second floor was basically the stairs leading to a stretch of flooring that connected to each room. It didn't matter which room you walked out of up there: you'd look straight down into the living space once you left your room. Tweek also noticed a lofted king-sized bed near the sliding glass doors, the bed located in a bay window that overlooked the lake. To put it simply: the cabin was a dream come true.

"Holy shit." Tweek finally breathed out, letting the suitcase he packed drop from his hand.

"I figured you'd react that way." Craig chuckled, closing the door as he carried his own bag in.

"I-I don't even know what to say! This-wow!"

"That answer suffices," Craig looked around as well, having been years since he was last here. "I'll let you pick where we sleep for the-"

"There!" Tweek pointed to the lofted king bed, already moving towards it with his suitcase. "I wanna sleep here for the weekend!"

Craig bit back a laugh, snort slipping out as he felt a grin cross his face.

"That was easy."

Tweek climbed up the ladder first, lying on his belly once up on the loft so Craig could pass their suitcases to them.

"So how far are we from the closest town?" Tweek asked as he took his suitcase from Craig.

"About twenty minutes," Craig said, passing his bag up now before climbing the ladder. "They have a wonderful seafood restaurant there. They get all their lobster from Maine."

Tweek's eyes were wide when Craig poked his head over the edge of the loft, the older man laughing now at the look on the other man's face.

"M-Maine lobster?"

"Does that come as a surprise?"

"No-No! I just…I-I've never been able to afford Maine lobster." Tweek's voice trailed off at the end, face flushing in embarrassment at the admittance. Gently, Craig tilted his chin up with his finger as he settled on the edge of the bed, smirk on his face as he hummed.

"You know money isn't an issue with me."

"I-I know, I just...never mind."

"What is it?"

"It isn't-!"

"Tweek." Craig's voice was stern this time, Tweek's back straightening as he finally looked him in the eyes.

"I just don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you, alright?!" He didn't mean to blurt it out; it just sort of tumbled out like vomit. But Craig didn't look upset…in fact, he looked amused.

"You think I think that about you?"

"Well…no, but sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of-of your money and kindness…"

"Tweek," Craig's voice was softer. "I wouldn't want to spend money on anyone else. Besides," He hummed a bit, Tweek noticing a slight pink on his cheeks. "It…it's an honor in a way to buy you your first Maine lobster this weekend."

Tweek blinked, staring at the man in front of him before letting his guard down fully and letting his face split into a smile. Without a word, Tweek leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Craig's lips, both inhaling slightly at the contact. This was all still so new; this reconnecting and growing with one another thing. But it was just the start of their weekend. There was still so much time.

"I love you." Tweek whispered between them, Craig's breath hitching slightly. Tweek giggled as he noticed it.

"I love you, too."

The Maine lobster was absolutely to die for.

But, as luck would have it, Tweek let his eyes eat before his brain and didn't think to ask if the dessert that was preselected just for him had any hazelnut.

It did.

And now he was driving back to the cabin trying his best to conceal his allergic reaction.

Thankfully he felt that all too familiar itch in the back of his throat after two bites and doesn't need his Epi-Pen, but boy does he feel sick to his stomach and want to scratch his throat out.

"Are you okay?" Craig asked, noticing Tweek's silence. The blonde simply nodded. He knew if he spoke, he'd start coughing or he'd sound out of breath. If could make it just fifteen more minutes… "Your silence is concerning," Tweek gave a weak smile, trying to keep his head turned away. He could feel his lips throbbing, embarrassment settling in. How could he be such an idiot?! Craig has never seen him have a reaction! God he's gonna think you're such an idiot for this! "Did…I do something wr-?"

"N-No!" Tweek coughed out, gasping sharply as he reached a red light,

Well, the seal was broken.

Unable to stop himself, Tweek brought his arm up to his mouth, coughing hard into his elbow to try and scratch at his throat. The light turned green, Tweek immediately pulling off to the side of the road and tossing the car into park as he continued to cough.

"Are you okay?!"

"I-yes?"

Craig blinked as he saw Tweek's lips once he pulled back, pink and swollen as if they had been kissing. A rash ran down to his chin and a little up onto his cheeks, his eyes widening as he cursed under his breath.

"Are you having an allergic reaction?!"

"M-Maybe."

"It was that cake wasn't it? That's why you didn't eat it!"

"N-No! I was-" More coughs. "Full!"

"Tweek, you don't turn down sweets like that," Craig sighed, looking around the glovebox now. "Where's your Epi-Pen?"

"At-at the cabin. But I don't-!"

"What?!"

"I don't n-need it! I just-" Tweek paused to gasp for air. "I need Benadryl! It isn't bad, I-I swear!"

"You can barely breathe!"

"Trust me," Tweek swallowed hard, wincing at the pain. "It-this isn't bad."

Craig went to argue, but the more time they sat here, the worst Tweek would get. Grumbling under his breath, Craig nodded his head towards the back seat.

"Lie down, I'll drive us home."

Tweek nodded as he climbed over into the back seat, breath hitching as his stomach churned. Once settled, he chuckled a bit as Craig tried to maneuver himself into the driver's seat. He was right: this car wasn't meant for someone of his height.

"G-Good luck driving with those legs."

The Maine lobster didn't taste as good the second time around. Especially since Tweek hated vomiting because they only time he did was when he was foolish enough to eat hazelnut. It always makes his throat burn like hell and he just feels like shit for the rest of the night.

But this time Craig was here.

Craig was here and brought him water and sat with him to keep him company while he got a warm bubble bath to help how sore his body suddenly felt. Craig; who stayed awake and made sure Tweek was warm enough when he got the shivers. Craig; who rubbed Tweek's belly until he finally fell asleep after the Benadryl kicked in.

It was all Tweek could think about in his sleep, his mind warm and filled with sparks, fireworks, butterflies, and everything in between.

The warmth wasn't next to him, however, when he woke up at around seven am.

Rubbing his eyes, Tweek groaned as he rolled to where Craig should be, but he wasn't there. He listened for him within the cabin but didn't hear anything after a few minutes. Confused, Tweek rolled onto his back and listened once more for a sign of the other man here with him. It was hard to focus on that since he was still so groggy, Tweek sighing as he rolled to look out at the lake. Sitting up slowly, Tweek furrowed his brows as he noticed Craig sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling into the water as he just looked out at the water.

What are you doing out there?

Tweek tugged a lightweight blanket off the foot of the bed, slowly climbing down the ladder before wrapping it around himself. It was a warm morning out, but it still had a slight chill to it. The first day of summer had officially arrived, and yet, Tweek felt like nothing has changed yet.

The water temperature changed for sure, Craig noted, watching his feet below the water's surface as the sun slowly started to rise.

"What are you doing out here so early?"

Craig turned at the sound of Tweek's voice, throat bobbing as he smiled tiredly.

"What are you doing up? You should be resting."

"Hazelnuts can't keep me down for long," Tweek teased, sitting cross legged next to Craig on the dock. "Besides…bed was lonely." His voice was softer this time, Craig closing his eyes at the words.

"Yeah," I know what you mean, "King beds can get lonely."

Tweek smiled a bit, leaning his head on Craig's shoulder.

"Still didn't answer my question," He pressed a kiss to his clothed shoulder. "What are you doing out here so early?"

Looking out over the water, Craig let out a shaky breath as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants, fingers gripping onto the envelope in his pocket.

"Thinking."

"That can be dangerous."

"Yeah," Craig tugged the envelope out, fingers shaky as he turned it over and over and over again. "Can be."

Tweek noticed his fidget, frowning as he lifted his head.

"Are you okay?"

Craig looked at the envelope, looking at how he wrote Tweek in hasty black ink on it.

"When…I was in rehab," He paused, hating how his throat choked on the word. It wasn't a bad word-and yet-it always left a bad taste in his mouth. "My…doctor told me I needed to write letters to people I wanted to apologize to…people I've…hurt…I could have written a thousand letters…but I wrote six,"

Craig finally looked at Tweek, the man across from him looking at him with the biggest eyes. Tweek probably thought he was crazy.

But Tweek was looking at him like that because he had never seen Craig grow so emotional so quickly.

"You were letter number six."

Tweek inhaled sharply, swallowing hard as he looked at the letter.

"C-Can…can I hear what you wrote?" His voice was quiet, the lake lapping at the shore quietly behind them. "Can you read it?"

Craig wasn't expecting the request, but he felt like he owed this to Tweek.

He owed a lot to Tweek, but this was a start.

Shaky fingers tugged the envelope open, the papers unfolding slowly to reveal that same hasty black ink across the lineless pages. Craig cleared his throat, because even though the words were right there for him, he still couldn't quite seem to find them.

"You were all I could think of in this place. You're all I've thought about now for half a year. I don't know how you did it, but you managed to take all my morals and convinced me to throw them away for you. I'm so glad you did that. I'm so much happier than I was this time last year. But-then again-I wasn't I rehab this time last year for a cocaine relapse.

This time last year I didn't have to face my consequences. This time last year I wasn't faced with the reality that I raped my best friend and the best thing that ever happened to me. This time last year I was depressed, contemplating taking a hiatus from work to figure things out because every day was a chore and I couldn't take it anymore.

But then you entered my office on August 27th and changed my life. You came in nervous for someone that is way overqualified for a secretary job, let alone the secretary for a schmuck like me. I saw you leave the building that day. I faced my fears, looked down thirty-two floors, and could point you out in that New York City crowd.

One September 18th I thought of you for the first time...really thought about you. Not even a month after I met you and you had consumed my mind. On October 14th we had our photoshoot together. Halloween, where you looked so fucking cute that I contemplated screaming into a pillow in my office so you wouldn't hear. November 10th, your birthday and arguably the best day of the year despite how a majority of that day went for you. December 7th you wore blue for the first time. That isn't that important, but blue is my favorite color and it's why it stuck with me. December 20th, where I pinned you against my desk after I got you those Louboutin's. December 27th, our first kiss and time. January 23rd, my birthday and the day I realized you could still surprise me. February 3rd, the day I finally lost that god forsaken title the tabloids gave me.

And then March 15th, the day I decided to risk losing all future memories for a quick high.

And one more quick high.

And another.

Another.

They kept coming faster than I could comprehend.

But I can comprehend April 2nd: the day I hurt you and almost lost you forever.

I still feel like I'm losing you. Even after I saw you when you visited me a month ago on the first visitation day. You kissed me, sure, but deep down I wondered if it was out of pity. Or spite. Or a farewell kiss. I'll be surprised if you actually pick me up tomorrow like we discussed. But that seems to be your thing: surprising me. I hope you surprise me tomorrow. I hope you surprise me forever. I haven't admitted it yet-and it hasn't sunk in full yet-but I fucking love you and I don't want to lose what we had. I want us to work together to get through this. I'm willing to put in the work for you. I'll crawl through Hell and come back if it meant you got to greet me upon my return.

No amount of words will ever be able to describe how sorry I am for what I did to you. No amount of words will ever be able to express just how in love I am with you. I'd be the luckiest guy in the world if you somehow gave me a second chance because I really don't deserve one. I don't! It wouldn't surprise me if I was losing you. I feel like I am. You deserve better than a fucking rich thirty-eight-year-old with demons that just won't die. But I hope you at least notice how much I'm trying to get better. I told myself if it wasn't my me it was for you.

It's the least you deserve, Tweek.

Yours truly-forever and always,

Your Mr. Big"

Watching Craig read as more and more emotion consumed him was hard; there were times he had to read through gritted teeth just because the words weren't coming to him, times where he had to pause and control his breathing, times he had to lean his head back and take a few deep breaths to stop his hands from shaking so badly.

It was the last line that finally broke Craig, the emotion embracing him as he gripped the papers so hard in his hands that his knuckles turned white. Tweek tossed himself against him, sobbing into his shoulder along with him as he rubbed his hand up and down the length of Craig's back in an effort to calm him. He was near hysterics, something Tweek has never seen from Craig, but he understood why. It was a lot to process and Tweek was even struggling to process everything. Finally, pulling back to hold Craig's face in his hands, he swallowed hard as he smiled.

"T-They fucking told you about my s-stand up bit." Tweek teased, Craig letting out a hiccup and laugh as he leaned his forehead against Tweek's.

"They-they can't k-keep a secret. I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"D-Don't be," His thumbs were wet with tears. "Y-You had more important business to attend to."

Craig nuzzled into his touch, sniffling as he tried to calm himself now.

"I-I meant every word." Craig whispered.

"I know. I know, handsome. I know. I forgive you. I really do." Tweek repeated everything a few more times just so Craig knew he really meant it, finally holding a hand out for the letter a few minutes later.

"You can keep it."

Tweek looked at the messy writing on the now wrinkled paper, the blonde folding it in half again before tucking it into the envelope.

"No," He ripped it in half, then once more until it was in four pieces. "This letter is the past. It-we're moving on. It's a new dawn, a new season. We have-we have to move forward and not let this haunt us anymore. We can't forget entirely, but we won't let it define us." Tweek passed two pieces over to Craig, leaning down and letting the other two settle on the surface of the lake. Craig stared at him in awe, following suit and setting his two pieces on the lake, watching them float out until they eventually became too saturated with water and slowly sank below the surface.

Tweek was right.

They couldn't keep harping on the past, couldn't let the thoughts of that day linger in their minds. It can't disappear entirely because that would erase that it happened, but they can sure move on and forgive. Tweek has forgiven him, and finally-after months of wanting to kill himself-Craig has finally forgiven himself.

The papers of the past sunk to the bottom, but Craig has finally reached the surface.

And the sun sure felt nice on his face as he held Tweek against him to watch it rise above the tree line.

NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS!

It isn't after midnight for me so it is still Christmas! (And a general Happy Holidays to y'all!)
Sorry for the delay in updating! I genuinely want to write and finish this story, but the actual act of writing SUCKS and idk why :(
ANYWAYS! This chapter has been planned for six months (AND CRAIG WILL GET HIS DOG DON'T WORRY! I know he was gonna get it this chapter it seemed but I forgot in my plan that this chapter was next)
I hope you enjoyed! Everything from here on out will be uphill (and I'm being sincere!) since now I'm going to start wrapping up the story! WOW!
This will probably be about 30 chapters total, so prepare! (I say prepare but it will take me another year to finish LOL!)
Any and all feedback is appreciated and until next time!
ALSO can you believe I used two Harry Styles' songs in a row for chapter titles? I can't!