A/N: Hey, loves. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who's read, reviewed, alerted, all that good stuff. This chapter is a bit different in that it's told from both Bonnie and Stefan's POV. Hope you enjoy! *I only edited this once so forgive any typos, grammatical errors, I'll clean them up later*
||Bonnie||
Desire. That was the single word typed on my screen as I sat in my sixth floor office waiting for inspiration to hit. In my mind's eye images flew past of objects, people, places, and body parts the world at large coveted. But what did desire actually mean in laymen's terms? I could go by its textbook definition, relate it back to something democratic in nature, but it wouldn't get me any closer to finishing this damn article.
Rubbing my temples, I twirled around in my chair. I decided a change in venue would kick start my literary juices and I could bang out this 750 word puff piece and meet my deadline. Time was on warp but my thought processes were on sloth speed. As one could imagine it wasn't a good combination for a writer.
I checked the time. It was almost five, almost quitting time. Like the other writers in this office I probably wouldn't be making tracks to the door until closer to eight, maybe even nine.
Cursing, I sat up straight. I needed a fix. A burst of adrenaline, and since playing in traffic was a bad option, guess I'd have to take a trip to the vending machine.
My cell rang.
The name on the screen made an ear-to-ear grin split my face. "Hello."
"Hey. Are you busy?"
Sinking in the leather seat, I twisted a strand of hair around a solitary finger. Closing my eyes I thought of the caller's face. His features were disjointed but I focused on the ones I liked, which yes I liked them all, but mainly his chin butt and dimple, and I couldn't forget about those smoldering gray eyes. I sank my teeth into my index finger.
"No, I'm not busy. Actually I'm stalling."
"Why are you stalling?"
"Because I'm blocked."
"This sounds serious and may even require my help."
"I would hope so. From one artist to another this would be the perfect opportunity for us to trade…notes." Hopefully he'd pick up the innuendo.
Jared Malone laughed throatily. "There are lots of things I'm interested in trading with you, Bonnie."
"Hmm, do tell."
"I rather tell you in person. I need to see you again."
I like the way you think, Jared. "It can be arranged. We really didn't get to talk for too long when I finally put your number to use."
"I regret that and it's the reason I'm calling. Are you sure you're not busy?"
Technically? "I do have a deadline that's eyeballing me, but I could use a break."
"I don't want to inconvenience you."
"Trust me, it won't be an inconvenience."
"What's the closest Starbucks near you?" he pondered.
Starbucks, literally one on every corner. I rattled off the address of the one I usually frequented when I actually worked out of my office on Constitution Avenue.
"I'll see you," Jared hung up.
I did was well and squealed to myself before jolting to my feet. Grabbing my toiletry bag I made a run to the bathroom to get my teeth, lips, and hair right. I spritzed on more perfume, and made sure there weren't any stains on my Donna Karan knockoff dress.
I braved the streets teaming with people rushing home and those in cars trying to fight gridlock traffic in vain. I suppose that was a good thing about living in the district. Never had far to commute, unfortunately that didn't make it any easier.
Perfect, the line for Starbucks was out the door just like you'd find it between the hours of seven to ten in the morning. I'm beginning to believe they put meth in this stuff.
As if I had tuned my radio to pick up his waves, I spotted Jared in the multitude. He was seated at one of the small tables, two takeout cups of something sitting on top.
Tossing out a litany of 'excuse me' to waiting customers, I made my way inside and over to my coffee date.
Jared rose fluidly to his feet and I was reminded of how tall he was. Gawd damn. My short ass had no business being with anyone over five-eleven, but Jared had to be a good six-two, and those were inches he looked extremely comfortable standing in. Today he was wearing a plain heather gray T-shirt with black and dark blue geometric shapes covering his left peck and sleeve. His jeans were dark denim and embraced his legs and calves. His black and white Chucks completed his relaxed appeal.
"Hey," he leaned down, laid a kiss on my cheek, and scrambled my brains in the process. "I'm glad you didn't blow me off."
We separated much to my chagrin and had a seat at the table. "Why would I? I like you."
Jared grinned boyishly. "I like you as well. Agreeing to meet up with someone who's still a virtual stranger does take guts."
"True," I agreed. "But I really did want to see you again."
"Ditto." He slid one of the takeout cups towards me. "I hope you like what I ordered. I tried guessing what your taste buds might like."
My left eyebrow arched. "What did my taste buds tell you?"
"Try it," Jared urged.
I took a tentative sip and tasted mocha and chocolate. Yep, those were two of my favorite flavors. I moaned slightly and eyed Jared who gazed back at me intently. The drink was cold but his stare was its opposite. His dilating pupils distracted me and my face heated.
"Did I do well?"
"You did real well. How did you manage to get drinks so fast? The line is ridiculous."
Jared smiled again, deepening that dimple. "Let's just say I have connections."
"I like a man with connections especially if it means a rush delivery on food."
"You love to eat?"
Was there a double meaning in there somewhere?
"I love to eat." Jared and I both sipped our drinks. "So this isn't the part where you tell me more facts about myself that I haven't divulged, is it?"
Jared's cheeks colored and a brief expression of mortification did fly across his face. "I swear all I know about you are the things you've told me so far and what I've been able to infer."
Placing my elbows on the table, I leaned forward, "What have you been able to infer?"
Jared mimicked my actions. Wow, he was close. So close that each time I breathed I smelled him and nothing but him. "You're restless but cautious in your restlessness. You want…passion. The kind that's endless but leaves you spent at the same time. You want to store it in a place where the one with the key is the only one able to touch it."
I kid you not it felt like he reached between my legs and fondled me. Thirstily, I slurped up more of my beverage. "Are you laying it on thick so you can get laid?" I teased.
"Maybe," Jared shrugged carelessly and I couldn't be mad at him. Hell, I wanted the same thing. "I've been told I come on too strong at times."
"You find that a fault or a virtue?"
"A little of both," Jared cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. He drummed his fingers on his knees, legs spread apart as men often sit. The artist entrapped me once more as he took mental photos of my face. "I don't know you, Bonnie but I know getting to know you will be worth it."
Humbly, I replied, "I would hope so," not so humbly I revealed, "I am, after all, one of my favorite people."
He smiled, drank some more, and I found myself irrationally jealous of the lid of his cup. "Tell me, am I helping to remove your writer's block or am I making it bigger?"
"You're definitely inspiring me, Jared. Too bad what I want to write has nothing to do with the article I have to compose."
His masculine laugh was the rich, throaty kind I was growing addicted to hearing, to eliciting from him. Without my noticing, Jared's hand covered mine and the mirth drained out of both of us replaced by something borderline inappropriate especially in public. This man. Was he the entire package? I mean he possessed qualities and attributes that could make the blind see, the lame walk, and the mute speak. He was doing something to me in a very basic way. He was dangerous.
"Have dinner with me tonight," he said.
My lips pulled back to my teeth and the little girl inside of me wailed because I couldn't. "I really want to, but I seriously need to work on my article. What about Friday?"
Now it was Jared's turn to look regrettable. "I'm headed to Charlotte for the weekend. I'm premiering down there."
"Next weekend?"
"The entire weekend?" his eyes brightened.
"Let's start with Friday and see how it goes."
"All right. Next Friday it is."
Jared walked me back to my office building. We loitered, talked, unwilling to part ways.
"I shouldn't want this because it's so soon but…I want to kiss you," his hungry gaze feasted on my lips.
The ones above and below certainly wanted him to as well. "I'm not opposed to that," I did what I could to downplay my eagerness.
His thumb caressed my chin. "I'm going to wait though because…I plan to take my time."
"What about a preview?"
Jared laughed but kissed my cheek. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, his lips slipped lower and he kissed the corner of my mouth. All I had to do was shift my head and our lips would touch. Perhaps he was waiting for me to take the initiative.
The blare of a horn made us jump apart. Cockblocked by a taxi.
Jared growled, but sighed, "Until Friday, Bonnie."
He waited as I reluctantly shuffled inside, throwing Jared furtive looks over my shoulder. These would be the longest six days of my life.
Having a cozy, early evening caffeinated drink with one man and going home to another, was I burning the candle at both ends? No, I didn't think so either.
The rough draft of my article was done and sent off for the first round of editing where I already knew I'd have to rewrite the whole thing from scratch. It was a piece of shit, but it was something and didn't that count for something?
It had only been two days but true to his word, Damon was making himself scarce. I barely saw him, which was great for my blood pressure. The apartment was quiet, just me and my brooding roommate. The norm.
"Are you addicted?"
Stefan jerked at the sound of my voice or perhaps the question itself. He regarded me over his shoulder as I sidled beside him on our little balcony.
"Addicted? To what?"
"To these," I held out the bag of empty pomegranate covered chocolates. "I just bought these yesterday and they're already gone."
"It wasn't me."
"Must have been Damon then. Please tell me he's close to being put out of our apartment."
Stefan cracked a tiny smile. "I went with him to check out how the renovations are coming along to his place. There's still a ton of work that needs to be finished."
"That's the exact opposite of what I need to be hearing."
I was close to questioning Stefan on how his brother could afford to renovate anything in the Capitol because shit was not cheap. Depending on the area one could pay upwards of a thousand dollars or more for an efficiency. The Salvatores were well off but labeling them as wealthy would be a stretch. I, for one, never gave their finances a second thought because it was none of my business. But like I said, Damon had never held down a real job to my knowledge.
A warm hand found its way to my back and started rubbing in soothing circles before moving to my ribs, squeezing me slightly.
I stared at Stefan; he was surveying the scenery in front of us. I thought about Jared and the feelings he stirred inside of me and our pending date. I made a decision today. A very important one. Though pestering questions hoped to harangue me and make me feel like I was moving too fast to prove a point, I ignored them. I wasn't going to put my life on hold for anyone, let alone a guy who was involved with someone else at the moment. Days were numbered and it made no sense to squander any of them for a fantasy that may never become a reality.
Stefan pulled me closer. Reading my mind again? Out of habit I used his shoulder as a pillow.
"I might be leaving for a few days," he confided. "I gave our conversation the other day some thought. I'm going to see my mom, find out where her head truly is."
"That's good. Does she know you're coming?"
"No, she doesn't. I don't want to give her a head start to line her ducks in a row in case things aren't as she wants them to appear to be."
I thought, "Wait so that means you're leaving me here with Damon?"
Stefan's chuckle rumbled through me, the vibration hitting all my fun spots. He turned me to face him, his eyes hooded, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips. "I know you can take him if you absolutely have to."
"Which we both know I will."
"Seriously, I never fully understood the gripe the two of you have for one another. Well…let me rephrase, Damon can be a handful…"
"And that pretty much explains everything," but I didn't want to waste time talking about Damon. So long as he stayed in his lane we wouldn't have any serious problems. "He's an irrelevant subject and I mean that in a nice way. Can we talk about something else?"
"All right. What do you want to talk about?"
Lots of things, but I just buried my face in Stefan's chest, inhaling his cologne, feeling the gentle rustle of his cotton shirt on my skin. I wanted to tell him about Jared, but would that come off as bragging? From what I've been 'allowed' to see Jared is worth bragging about, however, I didn't want him to interrupt friend bonding time with Stefan. As much as we liked to kid ourselves Stefan and I wouldn't always be like this. We would meet other people who would start to occupy more of our time, thus lessening the strength of our relationship. Some could talk about being progressive all they liked, but deep down still harbored traditionalist ideas and wouldn't want their significant other spending a lot of time with someone of the opposite sex who is 'just a friend'.
Stefan fingers cupped my chin, "Hey are you all right?"
"Yes," I pulled back to make eye contact. "I'm fine for the most part."
"And the parts that aren't all right? What's going on there?"
I smiled thinly. "You don't want to know."
"Yes I do. This is me officially being nosey," Stefan lightly butted his forehead against mine and whispered, "Tell me all your secrets."
Shivering, it was a bit scary how we could be on the same wavelength—mentally, but I nestled in its comfort that with us and communication it was never like pulling teeth.
"My biggest issue," I reared back to take in the full scope of his face: that blade sharp nose, deep-set eyes, jawline which begged to be bitten. "My biggest issue is that I'm horny like all the fucking time."
Stefan stiffened and then reared his head back and laughed raucously. He pulled me flush against him and kissed my temple.
"I'm glad my predicament amuses you," I shoved him off of me feigning offense.
"It's the spring. I'm sure there're lots of people who share your pain."
"You're not one of them?"
"No, actually I'm not, which is weird because I'm usually hard as a motherfucker in the morning and then again right before going to bed."
Yeah Stef and I hardly used filters.
"I don't know," Stefan shrugged. "I guess I haven't been giving it much thought and perhaps the knowledge that my mom is marrying an asshole it's momentarily killed my libido."
Interesting theory.
"It's left someone else a little disgruntled, too," he added.
And we've arrived at yet another person I didn't wish to talk about. I could really give a good hot damn about Amber and her 'needs'.
"Yeah, well she'll deal," I said tersely.
"Yeah," my roommate muttered softly. "I'm bored. I have about ten contracts I need to look over but I don't feel like doing that. It's Thursday night…we should go get a drink."
"All right. Let me change." Scurrying off to pick out the sluttiest pair of shoes I owned, I put them on, criticized my attire and shrugged. A fashionably ripped pair of skinny jeans, and a sheer hi-lo blouse with a lacy camisole underneath was good enough.
Stefan was waiting for me by the door. "Ready to get shitfaced?"
"Yep."
He opened the door. "After you."
||Stefan||
Shitfaced we did get, Bonnie more so than I did. She was in rare form tonight accepting drinks and using her curvaceous ass like a weapon on anyone bold enough dance with her. I had been…tempted to slide right behind her to see what she would do, but that would have been taking advantage of her. We've danced before, in a silly, joking kind of way. Grinding, I let the experts handle that. I was an awkward two-step kind of a guy, and stuck with what I knew.
As the night wore on and I was feeling less and less inebriated, and one guy was getting too hands-y with my roommate, I had to step in and diffuse that shit. Bonnie was clearly drunk and the vultures picked up on it, targeting her signal, moving in to pick her apart, entice her to the nearest exit with the promise of a good time. We had our fun. It was time to go.
I gripped her arm, made her look at me. "Let's go home."
The dude she was body banging didn't look too happy about the interruption. He opened his mouth to complain, I cut him off.
"Fuck off."
"Man, who the fuck you think you're talking to?"
"No one," I dismissed him and tugged Bonnie.
"Hey," douchebag reached for Bonnie's other arm.
I stepped in between them, jaw set. "If you don't wanna piss blood, save your kidneys a trip to the ER and let. Her. Go." I may have been slight in frame but I knew how to box.
"Whatever," the guy smartly walked away.
Bonnie and I shuffled to another part of the bar.
Her watery, red streak eyes still managed to sparkle. "You were going to fight that guy?"
"Maybe," I shrugged and covertly checked our surroundings, made sure douchebag didn't round up any of his friends to attempt to jump me later.
"Ahh, Stefan you love me," Bonnie slurred.
"Maybe," I grinned.
"Can I dance to one more song?"
"No."
"Please, Stefan."
She pouted but I girded myself against that full bottom lip, refusing to crack. She wouldn't play me like she did where she swindled half of my breakfast into her stomach.
"It's late and the both of us have work in the morning."
Bonnie was full on scowling, but didn't fight me as I led her to the entrance and the both of us were outside, taking in the humid air.
"You weren't having any fun?" she hiccupped.
"I stopped having a good time about two shots ago. But hey, you were drinking enough for the both of us."
Three hard drinks was her limit. That small chick had had other plans, another goal testing her liver and kidneys ability to break down the components of tequila, rum, and who knows what else. I made sure Bonnie didn't mix brown and clear because that would have had her throwing up everything, brain included.
"My feet hurt," she whined.
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, I said, "Hop on."
It took about three tries before Bonnie was able to climb abroad my back. She giggled.
"My crack is showing. I can feel it," she snickered.
I joined in too. She was adorable when sober. Drunk Bonnie was the kind you wanted to film and blackmail later just to see her get pissed off because there was nothing hotter or sexier. She had a way of looking at you that could cut to the quick and you could see your death in her eyes. Yet there was the other side of her you wanted to protect, shelter, wrap up and place in your back pocket for safe keeping.
"Promise me we'll always be this close, Stefan."
"I'll take out a blood oath if you want me to."
"Hmm," she murmured and belched.
Seriously? I felt that shit in my soul. "Gotdammit, Bonnie."
"Sorry. Man I am really drunk."
"I'm glad you're lucid enough to be aware of that."
"No, I thought I saw Damon."
"He is in town."
"Oh, duh. Forgot," she laughed again.
After hitching her higher along my back several times because she kept slipping, we finally made it back to the apartment. Bonnie was singing about riding a surfboard and drinking watermelon. I had no earthly idea what the fuck she was talking about.
I dumped her momentarily on the couch and headed to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. Her cell phone started ringing. She had left it on the breakfast bar. Whenever we hit up the night life she only carried her ID, money, gum, and cell. Tonight she had forgotten to take it with her. I peeped the name on the screen, looked at Bonnie, then the screen again, and hit the ignore button. She was in no condition to talk to anyone at the moment. That's what my mind said, conscience on the other hand…fuck it.
Jared could leave her a message. It wasn't terribly late, but late enough to be considered booty call hours. For a Thursday.
Glass of water in my clasp I strolled to the living room only for her phone to start ringing once more.
"My phone is ringing."
"Ignore it."
"It could be important."
"It's not," I handed her the glass which she accepted but only drank a tiny sip. "Finish it."
Her green eyes darkened, glared up at me, but she chugged the water and thrust the empty glass back in my possession.
"Why aren't you drunk?" Bonnie curled up on the chaise portion of the couch.
"I know my limits. Why were you determined to get tanked?"
"I thought that's what we went out to do. Don't question me right now, my head hurts."
"Come on," I pulled her up. "You need to get to bed."
Bonnie stumbled to her room, mumbling incoherently, and tossed herself on the mattress.
There was a knock on the front door, more than likely it was Damon. I still hadn't given him a key and I wasn't too sure if I wanted to, but then having to answer every time he knocked would soon get old.
Back into the living room I went to answer the knock.
It was Damon like I suspected. His hair was more tousled than usual, his button down wrinkled. He smiled lazily and I knew that smile enough to know he had gotten his first piece of ass since moving to DC.
"Hello, brother," Damon drawled, walked to the couch, fell down face first. He probably wouldn't move from that spot for the next eight hours.
Rolling my eyes, locking the apartment, I turned off lights, set the alarm, and checked on Bonnie.
She was having trouble with her shirt failing to realize that it needed to be unbuttoned not pulled over her head.
Wordlessly I went in to assist, and when my fingers brushed her arms, she hissed.
"What's wrong?"
"My skin…everything feels so sensitive right now."
Oh.
Gulping, I didn't know what to do. Getting over my ineptness, I fell to my haunches and unbuttoned her blouse, pushed the fabric off her shoulders, and dropped it on the floor. I eyed her lacy camisole for a minute and came to the conclusion—no she wasn't wearing a bra. Her areolas weren't exactly visible, but if you stared long and hard like I was doing (unintentionally, I swear), you'd see them.
I don't know why my tongue was moistening my bottom lip, but it was, and when I finally stared at Bonnie, I saw a distinctive look.
You know the look I'm talking about. The one that led to clothes coming off and a dick being inserted into a vagina. That look. And I realized right there and then it was my actions that placed that rapacious expression on Bonnie's face.
Immediately I clamored to my feet and put space between us. "You should get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."
I was out the door before she could toss out the suggestion I stay. If she had, if she uttered those words I wasn't sure if I'd been able to turn her down, say no. What the hell, Stefan? Really, dude, really? Things aren't like that between you two. Yes, I was closer to Bonnie than any other woman I knew, closer to her than my own brother, but I couldn't...I couldn't go there with her.
Shaking my head I crossed the short distance and barricaded myself in my man cave.
Hands clasped behind my neck I paced back and forth in my room. I was confused, pissed off and hurt about the whole Enzo marrying my mom thing, Damon was here and he always came with strings attached that had shards of drama sown into them like a cattail flogger, and maybe I was a bit horny. Despite what I told my roommate earlier. Still, those weren't excuses for almost crossing a line with Bonnie. I needed to screw my head on straight and get my shit together because I was getting sloppy.
"Stefan?"
Her voice whispered through two inches of pine wood.
"Yeah?"
"Will you open the door?"
"I'm not dressed, Bonnie," I lied. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, do you have any aspirin?"
"Did you check the medicine cabinet?"
"Yes. There was none in there."
"I don't have any in my room. I'll get some tomorrow."
Bonnie didn't say anything but she was still there right outside of my door. I felt her like my own skin.
"Good night," she said.
The breath I held rushed out the second I heard her door close and the lock turn.
Call me a coward but I didn't come out of my bedroom until I knew Bonnie left the apartment the next morning. Damon was lounging on the couch—thankfully completely dressed—scrolling through his phone.
"So I was thinking about having a small get together on the roof this weekend. Sort of my very own 'Damon: Welcome to DC' party."
Of course Damon couldn't make a quiet entrance though he was supposedly keeping a low profile. All it took was seven seconds for something to go viral and your business was everywhere. If this was his idea of burying his head in the sand while his problems in the Big Apple blew over then he needed to rethink his strategy.
Coffee, I needed coffee.
"Do what you want because that's the only way you know how to operate."
"Is that 'tude in your voice I hear? Or judgment? Sometimes they both sound the same," big brother questioned me.
"Pick one. They both apply."
"You're feisty this morning. You know I like that, Stefan."
Classic Damon. You see, Damon liked to joke he and I have been engaged in an ongoing incestuous relationship, and he liked to say that shit in public with old people or hot girls standing around. He really made it difficult to love him every day of the year.
"I'm spoken for," I muttered dryly.
"Ha! You and Bon must have switched personalities overnight. She was actually nice to me. Well she said 'Good morning you freeloading bastard' because I ate the last bowl of cereal, but it didn't have its usual bite," Damon seriously looked disappointed.
Those two needed their own reality show. I got cracking on making the first batch of coffee, but other than that I really didn't have a taste for anything. I said to my brother:
"How does it not make you sad that you have standards when it comes to someone insulting you?"
"It's a gift really," the weight of his stare was on me but I didn't look at him. "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me the constipated look has to do with mama," cue dramatic eye widening, "gearing up to do the wedding march. You know that's never going to happen, right?"
"How can you be so sure about that?"
Damon joined me in the kitchen, leaned along the counter. "Enzo can't stay faithful to save his life, that's one."
"If mom is genuinely in love with him regardless of whatever smear campaign we come up with against fuckface it won't change her mind. We inherited our stubborn gene from her. From both our parents to be technical about it."
"So what are you telling me, Stefan? That you're going to roll over and welcome Enzo as our new step daddy?"
"No," I smacked Damon on the shoulder, "but I am going to find out his real intentions concerning mom."
He nodded. "In the meantime help me compile a guest list."
"No."
"All right then I'll get Bonnie to help me. Hey can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Is something going on between you two?"
I don't know why a guilt-like pang went through me. It did and I prayed it didn't show on my face. "Damon, she and I are just friends. Why are you asking me that? You're not thinking about...?
"I might be reckless but I'm not suicidal. Bonnie can't stand my charming ass. She would be a mountain I'd never succeed in climbing that's why I don't mount it," his grin turned insolent. "I like antagonizing her too much to romance her."
Uh-hun, right.
"Yet you wouldn't mind seeing her naked," my eye narrowed, couldn't seem to be helped.
"I have seen her naked."
"What?" I deadpanned and a mysterious red haze clouded my vision.
Damon smirked, "It was an accident. Happened two summers ago. She was in the sauna at the boardinghouse. I didn't know she was in there. The rest as they say is history."
"How long did you look before you remembered to be a gentleman?" Was I yelling?
"Stop yelling."
Guess I was.
"Answer the question."
"Long enough to inspire an erection."
Damon had the grace to look sort of contrite about that. However, it wasn't enough. A surge of violence rippled through me that was both alarming and soothing which made zero sense. This was my brother and Bonnie was my friend, but the level of fury pumping through me at an inhuman speed was more than being offended on a friend's behalf.
I blinked it away. "Again why are you asking me about Bonnie? There's nothing going on between us."
"Oh I just thought I sensed something the other day."
"Sensed what?" Stop entertaining him Stefan and make some breakfast.
"You treat her like she's your girlfriend."
"I do not." Did I?
"All kissing her forehead and shit."
"Crime of the century. Stop the presses. We're friends and friends take care of each other. Now drop this stupid ass conversation. I have work to do."
Damon lumbered out of the kitchen. "I know you, little brother and I know when you're smitten."
"I'm with Amber, Damon. Your argument has no basis."
He paused and looked at me. "To quote a line from one of my favorite movies 'oh really?'"
A/N: Clearly someone is lying to themselves, but it's all part of the growing/learning process. Thanks for reading, guys. Hit up the comments section.
