A/N Wow! This is the longest I have ever managed to continue a story! And I have decided this will be finished! I have also realized I haven't gotten any flames yet. I am perfectly Ok with receiving them, C'mon I know there must be some one out there who hates me! And I have decided that I shall have characters from FOP say my disclaimer! In Chapter eight i am upping this is R! The ating will be R in chapter eight. R! R! R!Chapter six is Chester POV!
Anti-Cosmo: Mariklover12 does not own I, my counter part, nor any other character from our show. Do you really think someone on that level of simplicity could create some one as smart as I?
Mariklover12: I know I made you say that but shut up!
Chapter six Popcorn Cotton candy and the round up
The week past by and nothing interesting happened. Celeste and I kissed, we hung out at each other's houses, she gave my father a makeover, and we both failed a math quiz. It was finally Friday, the day of the exhibition.
I had walked from my 'Mo Ho' as she called it, all the way to her mansion. During one of our ' highly important' phone conversations we had she had mentioned that she had an odd obsession with walking places whenever she could.
"HI!" She exclaimed running out her front door and down to the sidewalk to my side. She wore tight hot pink leather flared pants and a black tube top with a picture of a blond kid in a wheel chair and the words "TIMMY, TIMMY, TIMMAH!" in a speech bubble.
"HI!" I replied just as enthusiastically as she had. I noticed she was wearing that freaky bracelet with the face on it again. For some odd reason it reminded me of Timmy and his pink and green objects.
I placed my arm around her shoulders as we walked towards the exhibition. I knew Timmy would be there, because Trixie was going to be there and he was hoping to get her to notice him. Tootie would also be there.
The whole way she chattered on happily, and I did too. I remembered how I had to borrow money from A.J to be able to afford to get into the exhibition. He had been the one to point it out I hadn't even thought of it.
Finally when we walked through the gates of the exhibition and had paid for our all access bracelets we headed straight for the round up. It was like the gravatron, only without a roof, chains to hold you in, and it spun on its side.
"So," She said as she leant back against it when we were on the ride. " What does this thing...EPP!" Her eyes widened fearfully as it began to move picking up speed and slowly moving onto its side.
"You have never been on one of these before?" I asked turning to her. This ride was my favorite and it was just as freaky as the berry go round to me now. She didn't say anything but grabbed my hand.
Latter she would tell me that her father had hardly aloud her out of the house to do any thing fun back in England. Now that he is working until nearly one o'clock in the morning at as a lawyer she can go anywhere she wants. She told me that he never aloud her to wear any tight clothes in his sight and any time she did she would be whipped then forced to go to confession at the church.
I had never met anyone before her who hadn't been to an exhibition, circus, or carnival in his or her life. When I first laid eyes on her I had figured she was a snob, when she started to talk to me I realized that she actually had a life, and once I got to know her I knew her life stunk worse then mine did.
To me none of it made any sense. I knew she despised the way so many wealthy people acted, but she could be bitchier then all of them put together when you piss her off. Which is just slightly confusing, and hypocritical.
When the ride was over we headed for the zipper. The one ride I had never been on before, mostly because people had fallen out of it and died. 'Back in the day' by Bif Naked played loudly from somewhere, and I unconsciously began to sing along to it.
It wasn't that bad, but we did scream a lot. Afterwards we were hyper and continued on trying each and every ride. The carnie working the merry go round wouldn't let us on so Celeste bitch slapped him.
We gorged our selves on popcorn and cotton candy then met up with Timmy. By then it was nearly midnight.
"HI! Celeste right?" A girl dressed in an almost gothic outfit. A black tee shirt and a black gray and white plaid pleated skirt, said to Celeste. "I just loved the way you bitched at Trixie twice!"
Celeste turned and stared at her. She was in our History class her name was Tootie. Timmy hid behind me trying to avoid the girl
"Uh...hi." Celeste replied smiling. "Aren't you that girl who is obsessed with the best friend of my boyfriend? "
"I usually call myself Tootie, but yes." I shuddered. Even through Tootie was close to being criminally insane I suspected that she and Celeste could be friends.
Celeste didn't have the tightest hold on sanity. Then again neither then I so I shouldn't be talking. But I was blond, and my insanity could just be mistaken for stupidity. Which it more often then not is.
I remembered my father after his makeover. His hair had been dyed fiery red. Supposedly it had been my mother hair color, and therefore his favorite hair color. And then he had been given lime colored contact lenses, also the color of my mothers' eyes.
He now refused to wear the bag over his head anywhere. He didn't look in the least bit like himself so he was safe. As long as he didn't write his last name anywhere he would be fine.
But I did worry about him. This morning I walked out of my room to fin him staring at himself in the mirror, playing with his hair and saying, "I am just so pretty!" well actually he said purdy, not pretty.
Not exactly not most normal thing, as I have said before most people in Dimmsdale aren't sane. But we get a lot of Chip Skylark concerts, so it all works out.
But according to the count down Chip Skylark sucks, and according to ultrasound he's a two hit wonder. Which according to Trixie Tang is more pathetic then being a zero hit wonder.
And still every one who doesn't have popular table status loves him. Which makes me feel as if this truly is the sticks. A nowhere town, even the Dimmadome has become repetitive with its shows. Some people are even begin to say that if Doug Dimmadome turned it into a strip Club before Christmas it would still go bankrupt.
The hottest club was called 'P3' which was stolen from the TV show Charmed. But it is popular, and just about everyone under the age of 21 who had hit puberty had had a fake ID made up so that they could get in.
So the whole Goddamned town seemed to be falling apart. Celeste seemed to add a little bit of spice to my life, and there was no doubt that that was a good thing. Yet...yet I couldn't shake the feeling I knew her from someplace, it scared me.
She had told me what her sister said, how she wasn't truly a Stroumboulopoulos, and how she had no idea who her real father was. She knew that her sister wasn't lying. Sarah believed that liars went to hell, so it was definitely true.
But the waves of pleasure and love that flowed through me at her touch or kiss drove me crazy. I loved it, she was on my mid so much, she was like an obsession. She was the angel from my fantasies. But in my fantasies it had been different. In my fantasies the faceless girl never said anything that just made me want her, she never said something that made me blush while she remained completely calm.
Celeste was just so open about her feelings. Considering her family she was a flower that had grown next to weeds. Like a wild flower or something. I find it so hard to explain my feelings, yet when I am with her I just blurt out what I am feeling at the time. I believe that she has a very good effect on me.
Hours changed into days, days turned into weeks and weeks into months and it was November. Celeste stood in my MO HO rambling on and on about how she was going to England to visit Melody, and Melody's siblings.
"And you're coming with me, if your father allows you of course." She smiled widely whipping out a plane ticket and shoving it in my face. " The plane leaves in two hours.
"Chester can go." My father said looking up and smiling at me, he still didn't wear that bag and was obsessed with his looks.
I began to gather some things for my visit to England. Clothes, toothpaste tooth brush CDs and other stuff I couldn't do without.
It surprised how fast the trip passed and in seemingly moments I stood before Celeste and Melody who were hugging and crying. Melody was about an inch or so taller then Celeste, her hair was black and had brown streaks in it, her eyes were brown and she had a flawless complexion, and a flawless body.
"MEH! Mel, who's that?" Came a voice. A girl who seemed no more then four foot five walked towards the door. Her hair was a sort of shitty blond, and I couldn't tell what color her eyes were. First they seemed blue, but when she blinked they appeared brown, and then green.
"Oh my gosh! Charlene!" Celeste squealed, and the three girls joined in a group hug. They pulled apart and Celeste smiled, gesturing at me. "This is Chester, we've been dating for three months."
"OU!" Charlene exclaimed examining me. "He is HOT! "I shuddered; she appeared to be only eight. There is just something wrong with that.
"Um...hi...how old are you??" I demanded blurting out my question I should have kept quiet.
"13, why?" I shuddered again then turned to Melody. She was busily dialing her mobile phone and typing a text message. Celeste leant over her shoulder then copied the motion.
"What's with the text messages?" I asked leaning my head to the side. Celeste looked up and grinned.
"We're having a party tonight! Her mom is leaving the house especially for it! Isn't that so fetch?"
Melody rolled her eyes and that word then took one of my hands in hers and took Celeste's in the other. She dragged us through a living room where a woman I took to be Melody's mother lay on the couch staring blankly at the TV.
In a chair was a woman with dark brown eyes and nearly blond hair. She was just a tiny bit pudgy and I suspected that she was short, I couldn't tell since she was sitting down. Clutched in her hand was a Gatorade containing a clear liquid.
"Whatcha drinking Christa?" Celeste asked.
"Me Vodka." Christa replied then went back to sipping it and laughing at some mindless sitcom.
Melody then proceeded to drag us up the stairs and into a room with black and white glitter covered walls, and neon furniture. I had to say the neon accented the drab white and black, making it seem pretty.
I shook my head to clear it; I knew I shouldn't have let Celeste get me into queer eye for the straight guy! I should have known it would only complicated things for me in the future!
After an hour of sheer stupidity I stood to go to the bathroom. When I finished I stared at myself in the mirror, "HI!" I exclaimed talking to my reflection. It was a really queer thing I had read about once before and the idea stuck in my head. "You bastard! What you even admitted it! That doesn't mean you can tell any one! Stop imitating me! You! No you!"
Ok, I thought slowly walking away from the mirror. That was a little...odd. Suddenly I heard a loud crack of thunder come from Melody's room. "WHAT THE?" I ran towards and seen a tall man holding...a giant wand? Next to him floated a tan Mexican...thing...with wings and a crown.
"Handsome fairy!" the tall man yelled in a German/Russian accent. "You have failed to keep yourself hidden from your god child's friends and or other people, and now her boyfriend! Just as you have with every other fairy godchild! I shall..."
"NO!" Celeste yelled, a blue ball of what appeared to be electricity appeared in her hand and she took aim. "Please don't take him away! And besides! Melody and Charlene and mages, like me, they have powers, they have a right to know about this!
"Puny human girl, you may be correct but your boyfriend is human, and has no powers, or does and hasn't discovered them yet."
I felt my jaw drop. All this was real. Fairies, mages, which I am pretty sure is a word for good witch, and god knows what else! And Celeste was a mage, and so were her friends, and she had a fairy!
"Well he would have to know about this stuff eventually! I planned on telling him about magic today!" The tall fairy thing glowered then disappeared in a loud crack of lightning.
"Now the girls and the blond boy get to know about me!" the little Mexican fairy flexed his muscles and his shirt ripped off then another appeared in its place. "Oh and I'm sexier then you!"
"Oh no you ain't!" I yelled uncontrollably as a reply. "You must have eaten the Tequila worm to think that you are sexier then me!"
"Yeah! Tequila worm make you go crazy like..." Celeste cried waving her arms around. A little bit of glitter flew from her fingertips and swirled around everyone then disappeared.
"LIKE CROCKER!" Melody finished. Celeste turned to glare at the dark haired girl, her eyes wide in false anger. Slowly it turned into a fake pout and finally fake tears.
"How could you Melody? I thought you were my friend! I hate you, you bitch!" She tried to keep a straight face then started laughing hysterically. Charlene looked left right then grabbed Celeste bracelets and started yanking on them. Celeste turned to the short girl, yanked her hand away, and bitch slapped her.
"I can't say I didn't see it coming." Melody mumbled turning away and rolling her eyes. Could see what coming? God I hated being blond, I could never understand one goddamned thing!
"Whaaaaaat?" I whined staring at the three girls. The scary little fairy wore a look of confusion not unlike mine. The three stared at me in shock then broke up laughing.
"Each bracelet represents something sexual. For example green is outdoors sex, purple is doggy style, and black is just sex. When a guy snaps it off a girl he gets to do whatever the color represents with her, unless she says no."
The fairy's eyes grew wide and he stared at Celeste, his eyes full of shock. "You got I, Wandisimo Magnifico, to transform into a cheep bracelet that makes you, my godchild, into a cheep ho?"
Celeste rolled her eyes and Melody changed the subject. "So Chester, where do you live?"
"In a Mo Ho in the trailer park."
Melody stared at me then opened her big mouth and screamed, "TRAILER TRASH!"
I put an insulted bitch look on my face and make that little, urgh, noise. "Well I sooner be trailer trash then a slut."
"Did you jut call me a slut?'
"Well you are aren't you??" Then the two of us engaged in a major bitch fight.
"WHY MUST YOU FIGHT?!? WHY CAN"T WE ALL BE HAPPY!" Celeste yelled, her eyes going wide and she began to cry."
TBC...
A/N Poor Chester he's so confused now!
You know the drill, except now I shall only have option D and option E because I have decided it is needed for me to make my plot work out!
Here this is my special poll!
Lemon or no lemon?
A) No lemon
B) With lemon!
Put the answer you choose in your review, just put the letter of the answer! I love you reviewers! Your what gave me the courage and energy to continue this ficcie!
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Anti-Cosmo: Mariklover12 does not own I, my counter part, nor any other character from our show. Do you really think someone on that level of simplicity could create some one as smart as I?
Mariklover12: I know I made you say that but shut up!
Chapter six Popcorn Cotton candy and the round up
The week past by and nothing interesting happened. Celeste and I kissed, we hung out at each other's houses, she gave my father a makeover, and we both failed a math quiz. It was finally Friday, the day of the exhibition.
I had walked from my 'Mo Ho' as she called it, all the way to her mansion. During one of our ' highly important' phone conversations we had she had mentioned that she had an odd obsession with walking places whenever she could.
"HI!" She exclaimed running out her front door and down to the sidewalk to my side. She wore tight hot pink leather flared pants and a black tube top with a picture of a blond kid in a wheel chair and the words "TIMMY, TIMMY, TIMMAH!" in a speech bubble.
"HI!" I replied just as enthusiastically as she had. I noticed she was wearing that freaky bracelet with the face on it again. For some odd reason it reminded me of Timmy and his pink and green objects.
I placed my arm around her shoulders as we walked towards the exhibition. I knew Timmy would be there, because Trixie was going to be there and he was hoping to get her to notice him. Tootie would also be there.
The whole way she chattered on happily, and I did too. I remembered how I had to borrow money from A.J to be able to afford to get into the exhibition. He had been the one to point it out I hadn't even thought of it.
Finally when we walked through the gates of the exhibition and had paid for our all access bracelets we headed straight for the round up. It was like the gravatron, only without a roof, chains to hold you in, and it spun on its side.
"So," She said as she leant back against it when we were on the ride. " What does this thing...EPP!" Her eyes widened fearfully as it began to move picking up speed and slowly moving onto its side.
"You have never been on one of these before?" I asked turning to her. This ride was my favorite and it was just as freaky as the berry go round to me now. She didn't say anything but grabbed my hand.
Latter she would tell me that her father had hardly aloud her out of the house to do any thing fun back in England. Now that he is working until nearly one o'clock in the morning at as a lawyer she can go anywhere she wants. She told me that he never aloud her to wear any tight clothes in his sight and any time she did she would be whipped then forced to go to confession at the church.
I had never met anyone before her who hadn't been to an exhibition, circus, or carnival in his or her life. When I first laid eyes on her I had figured she was a snob, when she started to talk to me I realized that she actually had a life, and once I got to know her I knew her life stunk worse then mine did.
To me none of it made any sense. I knew she despised the way so many wealthy people acted, but she could be bitchier then all of them put together when you piss her off. Which is just slightly confusing, and hypocritical.
When the ride was over we headed for the zipper. The one ride I had never been on before, mostly because people had fallen out of it and died. 'Back in the day' by Bif Naked played loudly from somewhere, and I unconsciously began to sing along to it.
It wasn't that bad, but we did scream a lot. Afterwards we were hyper and continued on trying each and every ride. The carnie working the merry go round wouldn't let us on so Celeste bitch slapped him.
We gorged our selves on popcorn and cotton candy then met up with Timmy. By then it was nearly midnight.
"HI! Celeste right?" A girl dressed in an almost gothic outfit. A black tee shirt and a black gray and white plaid pleated skirt, said to Celeste. "I just loved the way you bitched at Trixie twice!"
Celeste turned and stared at her. She was in our History class her name was Tootie. Timmy hid behind me trying to avoid the girl
"Uh...hi." Celeste replied smiling. "Aren't you that girl who is obsessed with the best friend of my boyfriend? "
"I usually call myself Tootie, but yes." I shuddered. Even through Tootie was close to being criminally insane I suspected that she and Celeste could be friends.
Celeste didn't have the tightest hold on sanity. Then again neither then I so I shouldn't be talking. But I was blond, and my insanity could just be mistaken for stupidity. Which it more often then not is.
I remembered my father after his makeover. His hair had been dyed fiery red. Supposedly it had been my mother hair color, and therefore his favorite hair color. And then he had been given lime colored contact lenses, also the color of my mothers' eyes.
He now refused to wear the bag over his head anywhere. He didn't look in the least bit like himself so he was safe. As long as he didn't write his last name anywhere he would be fine.
But I did worry about him. This morning I walked out of my room to fin him staring at himself in the mirror, playing with his hair and saying, "I am just so pretty!" well actually he said purdy, not pretty.
Not exactly not most normal thing, as I have said before most people in Dimmsdale aren't sane. But we get a lot of Chip Skylark concerts, so it all works out.
But according to the count down Chip Skylark sucks, and according to ultrasound he's a two hit wonder. Which according to Trixie Tang is more pathetic then being a zero hit wonder.
And still every one who doesn't have popular table status loves him. Which makes me feel as if this truly is the sticks. A nowhere town, even the Dimmadome has become repetitive with its shows. Some people are even begin to say that if Doug Dimmadome turned it into a strip Club before Christmas it would still go bankrupt.
The hottest club was called 'P3' which was stolen from the TV show Charmed. But it is popular, and just about everyone under the age of 21 who had hit puberty had had a fake ID made up so that they could get in.
So the whole Goddamned town seemed to be falling apart. Celeste seemed to add a little bit of spice to my life, and there was no doubt that that was a good thing. Yet...yet I couldn't shake the feeling I knew her from someplace, it scared me.
She had told me what her sister said, how she wasn't truly a Stroumboulopoulos, and how she had no idea who her real father was. She knew that her sister wasn't lying. Sarah believed that liars went to hell, so it was definitely true.
But the waves of pleasure and love that flowed through me at her touch or kiss drove me crazy. I loved it, she was on my mid so much, she was like an obsession. She was the angel from my fantasies. But in my fantasies it had been different. In my fantasies the faceless girl never said anything that just made me want her, she never said something that made me blush while she remained completely calm.
Celeste was just so open about her feelings. Considering her family she was a flower that had grown next to weeds. Like a wild flower or something. I find it so hard to explain my feelings, yet when I am with her I just blurt out what I am feeling at the time. I believe that she has a very good effect on me.
Hours changed into days, days turned into weeks and weeks into months and it was November. Celeste stood in my MO HO rambling on and on about how she was going to England to visit Melody, and Melody's siblings.
"And you're coming with me, if your father allows you of course." She smiled widely whipping out a plane ticket and shoving it in my face. " The plane leaves in two hours.
"Chester can go." My father said looking up and smiling at me, he still didn't wear that bag and was obsessed with his looks.
I began to gather some things for my visit to England. Clothes, toothpaste tooth brush CDs and other stuff I couldn't do without.
It surprised how fast the trip passed and in seemingly moments I stood before Celeste and Melody who were hugging and crying. Melody was about an inch or so taller then Celeste, her hair was black and had brown streaks in it, her eyes were brown and she had a flawless complexion, and a flawless body.
"MEH! Mel, who's that?" Came a voice. A girl who seemed no more then four foot five walked towards the door. Her hair was a sort of shitty blond, and I couldn't tell what color her eyes were. First they seemed blue, but when she blinked they appeared brown, and then green.
"Oh my gosh! Charlene!" Celeste squealed, and the three girls joined in a group hug. They pulled apart and Celeste smiled, gesturing at me. "This is Chester, we've been dating for three months."
"OU!" Charlene exclaimed examining me. "He is HOT! "I shuddered; she appeared to be only eight. There is just something wrong with that.
"Um...hi...how old are you??" I demanded blurting out my question I should have kept quiet.
"13, why?" I shuddered again then turned to Melody. She was busily dialing her mobile phone and typing a text message. Celeste leant over her shoulder then copied the motion.
"What's with the text messages?" I asked leaning my head to the side. Celeste looked up and grinned.
"We're having a party tonight! Her mom is leaving the house especially for it! Isn't that so fetch?"
Melody rolled her eyes and that word then took one of my hands in hers and took Celeste's in the other. She dragged us through a living room where a woman I took to be Melody's mother lay on the couch staring blankly at the TV.
In a chair was a woman with dark brown eyes and nearly blond hair. She was just a tiny bit pudgy and I suspected that she was short, I couldn't tell since she was sitting down. Clutched in her hand was a Gatorade containing a clear liquid.
"Whatcha drinking Christa?" Celeste asked.
"Me Vodka." Christa replied then went back to sipping it and laughing at some mindless sitcom.
Melody then proceeded to drag us up the stairs and into a room with black and white glitter covered walls, and neon furniture. I had to say the neon accented the drab white and black, making it seem pretty.
I shook my head to clear it; I knew I shouldn't have let Celeste get me into queer eye for the straight guy! I should have known it would only complicated things for me in the future!
After an hour of sheer stupidity I stood to go to the bathroom. When I finished I stared at myself in the mirror, "HI!" I exclaimed talking to my reflection. It was a really queer thing I had read about once before and the idea stuck in my head. "You bastard! What you even admitted it! That doesn't mean you can tell any one! Stop imitating me! You! No you!"
Ok, I thought slowly walking away from the mirror. That was a little...odd. Suddenly I heard a loud crack of thunder come from Melody's room. "WHAT THE?" I ran towards and seen a tall man holding...a giant wand? Next to him floated a tan Mexican...thing...with wings and a crown.
"Handsome fairy!" the tall man yelled in a German/Russian accent. "You have failed to keep yourself hidden from your god child's friends and or other people, and now her boyfriend! Just as you have with every other fairy godchild! I shall..."
"NO!" Celeste yelled, a blue ball of what appeared to be electricity appeared in her hand and she took aim. "Please don't take him away! And besides! Melody and Charlene and mages, like me, they have powers, they have a right to know about this!
"Puny human girl, you may be correct but your boyfriend is human, and has no powers, or does and hasn't discovered them yet."
I felt my jaw drop. All this was real. Fairies, mages, which I am pretty sure is a word for good witch, and god knows what else! And Celeste was a mage, and so were her friends, and she had a fairy!
"Well he would have to know about this stuff eventually! I planned on telling him about magic today!" The tall fairy thing glowered then disappeared in a loud crack of lightning.
"Now the girls and the blond boy get to know about me!" the little Mexican fairy flexed his muscles and his shirt ripped off then another appeared in its place. "Oh and I'm sexier then you!"
"Oh no you ain't!" I yelled uncontrollably as a reply. "You must have eaten the Tequila worm to think that you are sexier then me!"
"Yeah! Tequila worm make you go crazy like..." Celeste cried waving her arms around. A little bit of glitter flew from her fingertips and swirled around everyone then disappeared.
"LIKE CROCKER!" Melody finished. Celeste turned to glare at the dark haired girl, her eyes wide in false anger. Slowly it turned into a fake pout and finally fake tears.
"How could you Melody? I thought you were my friend! I hate you, you bitch!" She tried to keep a straight face then started laughing hysterically. Charlene looked left right then grabbed Celeste bracelets and started yanking on them. Celeste turned to the short girl, yanked her hand away, and bitch slapped her.
"I can't say I didn't see it coming." Melody mumbled turning away and rolling her eyes. Could see what coming? God I hated being blond, I could never understand one goddamned thing!
"Whaaaaaat?" I whined staring at the three girls. The scary little fairy wore a look of confusion not unlike mine. The three stared at me in shock then broke up laughing.
"Each bracelet represents something sexual. For example green is outdoors sex, purple is doggy style, and black is just sex. When a guy snaps it off a girl he gets to do whatever the color represents with her, unless she says no."
The fairy's eyes grew wide and he stared at Celeste, his eyes full of shock. "You got I, Wandisimo Magnifico, to transform into a cheep bracelet that makes you, my godchild, into a cheep ho?"
Celeste rolled her eyes and Melody changed the subject. "So Chester, where do you live?"
"In a Mo Ho in the trailer park."
Melody stared at me then opened her big mouth and screamed, "TRAILER TRASH!"
I put an insulted bitch look on my face and make that little, urgh, noise. "Well I sooner be trailer trash then a slut."
"Did you jut call me a slut?'
"Well you are aren't you??" Then the two of us engaged in a major bitch fight.
"WHY MUST YOU FIGHT?!? WHY CAN"T WE ALL BE HAPPY!" Celeste yelled, her eyes going wide and she began to cry."
TBC...
A/N Poor Chester he's so confused now!
You know the drill, except now I shall only have option D and option E because I have decided it is needed for me to make my plot work out!
Here this is my special poll!
Lemon or no lemon?
A) No lemon
B) With lemon!
Put the answer you choose in your review, just put the letter of the answer! I love you reviewers! Your what gave me the courage and energy to continue this ficcie!
Just click a simple button C'mon... I won't update if you don't click... just five seconds of typing for a whole new chapter! C'mon I know you want to...