(A/N: If you're reading this, you are a dedicated fan, and I adore you.)

Chapter 5

Top Ten Moments; 5 - 1

Moment (5) Five

Ginny blinked awake to look up into two golbes of bright green. She jumped slightly, and squeaked. Harry smiled down at her.

"Harry!" her voice came out a little too high. "What are you doing here?"

"Happy brithday. I wanted to be the first to wish you one, though I had to lock Sally in my room to gain the right."

Ginny giggled, relaxing slightly and sitting up. Harry sat down on the side of her bed. "Thank you."

"No problem. How old are you now? Nineteen? Twenty?"

Ginny giggled. "Just fourteen. Same age as you, for a whole month. Don't I feel special."

Harry gave her a soft smile. "That's bull. You may be younger in years, but you're just as old as us in maturity. Actually, you might have a few years on Ron already."

Ginny giggled again, falling back down into her pillow. "What are we doing today?"

"Now if I told you that, where would the surprise be? Get up, shower, what ever. It's already eight. I got you up a little early. Your father is at work, and your mom thinks she can get up to join us for breakfast, which I will have waiting for you downstairs."

Ginny blinked at him, then grinned. Sitting up, she threw her arms around him in a lose hug. "You take such good care of me. Where would I be without you?"

Harry blushed. "You'd be asleep." He pulled himself out of her arms, and stood up, heading for the door. "Sally will probably be here in a moment, as soon as I unlock her cage."

"You locked her in her cage? She's not going to talk to you for a week!"

Harry grinned at her as he started to shut the door. "Nah, I'm not that lucky."

Ginny laughed as she pulled herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

An hour later, they were getting ready to leave. "Where are we going and how are we getting there?" Ginny asked as she followed Harry to his room.

Harry dug the tickets out of his trunk. "It's a surprise, and the wonderful invention of floo powder."

"Tell me! Come on! Please?"

Harry shook his head as he stood still, letting Sally make her way up to his neck. He walked back downstairs, Ginny following him and begging to be told the secret. Harry told her to hush, and nocked on Mrs. Weasley's door. "Mrs. Weasley? We're going to go okay?"

"Have fun," came the sleepy reply.

"We will. Get some rest." He grabbed Ginnys hand. He pulled her to the fireplace, where a heatless summer fire was already burning. He took one of the tickets, and tossed it into the flame. "Go," he said, giving Ginny a gentle shove toward the fireplace.

'A ticket? Where'd he get a floo ticket? How did he know what a floo ticket was? Where are we going?' She stepped into the heatless flame, and felt the rush as she was swept away.

She landed on her feet, but the impact drove her to fall to her knees for support. She was in a light blue room, with waves painted on the walls. She stepped away from the fire place just as Harry landed. He managed to stay on his feet.

"Where are we?"

As an answer, Harry placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward, leading her around the corner. The sign came into view and Ginny gasped. Wizard's Water Wonder. "Oh! I've always wanted to come here!"

"I know," Harry said with a grin. "I had a talk with your mom. She also sends this," he said, placing a folded garment into her hand. It was her swim suit. "I couldn't tell you to wear it, you would have guessed. There's a place over there for us to change."

Ginny's eyes were shining with anticipation. "Harry, this is the best present ever." He grinned at her and headed for the boys room.

Minutes later, both Ginny and Harry were already soaked. This was unlike anything Harry had ever seen before. Granted, he'd never been to a water park in his life, but he had a pretty good idea what they were like. This was nothing like that. There were so many things that magic could do to water. It could turn in colors, it could change the temperature, it could make you able to breath. Slides could shoot you high into the air and you'd still break painlessly on the water. Fish that were real, but not quite real, swam in the water. Some of them glowed, and swam around your feet.

"Harry, let's go on that!" Harry looked up at the ride in question. It was almost like a ferris wheel, but the bottom half was under water. They stood in line, dripping wet like everybody else, and waited their turn.

Harry ignored how close Ginny was to him. He couldn't help but put his arm around her, there was just no room in the seat. The ride started to move, and they headed up into the air. Ginny shivered, being wet and exposed to the winds one didn't feel when on the ground. She leaned against Harry for warmth, and he closed his eyes, trying not to react.

Soon though, they broke the surface of the water. It was what the park called 'breathable water', meaning you could breath just like above. But it was beautiful. Coral and underwater plants surronded them, in all colors and shapes. Beautifully decorated fish swam all around them. The entire scene was magical, and well, it was magical.

They went around a few times, before the ride started to stop at every position, to give each car a chance to view their surroundings in full.

Ginny and Harry stopped at the top. Once again, Ginny shivered, her teeth chattering. She leaned against Harry's warm body. Biting his lip, hard, Harry wrapped his arms around her. She smiled greatfully at him, burying her cold nose in his chest. He looked up to the sky, asking that one question everybody says when put into a postion like this. 'Why me?'

The ride started to move again, and before too long, the pair ended up paused under water. They both looked around with wide eyes, trying to take the whole thing in at once. All too soon, they were out of the water, and a car away from getting off. "Harry, you can let her go now," Sally hissed. Harry flushed and dropped his arms.

Moment (4) Four

Harry sat up slowly. His back was still tender, and complained when he made any sudden movements. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, deemed it good enough, and stood. Dressing swiftly, he made his way down stairs, and jumped when he felt two arms surround him and a very warm, very soft, body pressed against his own.

Not that he minded.

"Happy Birthday Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, squeezing him tighter.

Harry looked down at the top of her fiery red head. "Thanks, Rose."

"Today you are officially older then me again. So, this time, I woke up first, and I made breakfast for you, and I sent Daddy to work, and I made Mum take her morning walk. And I'm not letting you work around here at all today."

Harry raised an eyebrow as her warm brown eyes laughed, looking into his. He was stunned once more of her beauty. Warm eyes that shined. Hair as dark red as it was naturally possible to be without becoming brown. Pale complexion, accented by the light freckles that spotted her cheeks.

"Harry?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

He realized suddenly that he had been staring at her and started, pulling out of her warm hug. "I'm fine, just, surprised."

Ginny giggled. "How can you be surprised? You had to know I was going to do something for you."

Harry ran a hand through his hair and grinned sheepishly. "Actually, I'm surprised because I forgot today was my birthday."

Ginny gave a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes. "MEN!" she exclaimed as she turned back to the meal she had just finished making and began to serve it. "They are all idiots. They always forget important dates, they never remember anniversaries or birthdays."

Harry grinned at her. "Hey, I didn't forget your birthday. And as far as I know, I haven't forgotten any of our anniversaries."

Ginny turned, one hand on her hip, and smacked him with the spatula. "That's because we haven't had any yet, you dimwit."

He raised his eyebrow again. "Yet?" he questioned.

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him, turning back to the stove, and allowing the heat it provided hide the light blush that had spread across her features.

"Sit, and if you dare lift a finger, I'll beat you."

Smirking, Harry fell into his chair, and began to tap the table with his finger, just to spite her. He received a look, and stopped immediately.

"Where's Sal?"

"Dunno," Harry answered.

"Didn't she wish you a happy birthday?"

"Nope."

"Wasn't she there when you woke up?"

"No."

Ginny turned around to look at him, and gasped. She stared for a moment as the entire kitchen behind her was magically cleaning its self. Harry, still sitting at the table with his hands folded in his lap, was grinning. Ginny glared.

"What? I didn't lift a finger! Plus, I needed an outlet. I'll get sick if I let the energy build up too much. Then I'll have to go around magically blasting things, and we don't want that."

"Excuses, excuses," Ginny scolding, hitting once more on the head with the spatula as she sat the food down in front of him.

"I hope you didn't use that think after you him me the first time."

She looked at him, then at the spatula. "This? No, I didn't use it at all. I just carry it around because it makes me feel important in the kitchen."

At that moment, Sally entered through the door that was open a jar. She was much too big to fit under the door anymore. Harry was going to have to cut her a hole in the dorm room door at school. She had a small wrapped box in her mouth, with a tiny card attached to it. She sat it down on the table once she got up there. "Are you opening your pressentss now or later?" she asked, curling herself up to be comfortable.

"Rose spent all morning making this lovely meal for me, later."

Once the meal was gone and the dishes cleaned, Harry sat back down and picked up the little box. "Can I open I now, Sal?"

"Sure, go ahead, I don't care."

He cracked open the card, and found a message written in Sally's hand writing. Well, rather her tail writing. It read 'Dear Harry, Happy Birthday, Your Familiar, Sally.' It wasn't easy to read, but all the letters were correct, even if every word was capitalized, you could do it that way.

"Wow Sal, thanks. You did a great job!"

"That'ss the card, you dimwit. Open the pressent."

Chuckling, Harry carefully removed the card to save it, then started to remove the paper. "You're suck a sarcastic pain in the ass, Sal."

She snake smirked at him. "You know I work at it."

He removed the paper to reveal the small box, then opened it to find a tiny golden phoenix earring. He didn't need Sally to explain her reasoning. He had the snake, his first earring, the lion he had bought at Halloween to wear with his Godric costume, and now he had the phoenix, all three of his personality animals. "Thanks Sal," he whispered.

She shook her head to brush the thanks away as Ginny quickly pushed her gift into his hand. On top of the box, sat his wand. "I had to take it, I knew you wouldn't miss it, I'm giving it back now. Open it."

When he got the box open, he found himself looking at another wand, a complete copy of his own. Ginny rushed to explain herself. "You said that because you don't need a wand anymore, that having to pretend you were using it would limit you, because the magical core keeps trying to interfere. So I made you a copy, and this one has no magical core. You can pretend to use this one, and never need your wand again."

Harry looked up at her. "Do you realize how perfect this is? I needed something to channel the magic, but I needed it to stop amplifying it. Thank you so very much."

"Happy birthday, Harry," the red head said with her sweet smile. "I'm sorry you have to spend it alone with me."

"There's nobody I'd rather spend it with, Rose Petal." Her eyes went wide and Harry blushed as his secret pet name for her had slipped.

Moment (3) Three (A/N: WARNING, it earns it's pg-13 rating here...)

Later that night, Ginny was pulling Harry into her room. "Come on Harry."

"What else can you give me that would be in your room?"

At that statement, Sally gave him an interesting look, and Harry flushed, but Ginny never caught what could be considered the double meaning. "It's not in my room, we're just using my room to get to it."

She threw open the window and climbed onto the ledge outside of it. "Follow me and keep up."

"Let me down Harry. I don't feel like going out there tonight."

"All right Sal…" He sat her on Ginny's bed, before following the girl out of the window.

Ginny was already pulling herself onto the roof, and Harry climbed quickly to catch up. When he reached it, she was standing on one of the flat portions of the space, her head thrown back and her eyes locked on the sky.

"Rose, it's two in the morning, and we're going star gazing?"

She looked at him, her eyes bright in anticipation. "This is supposed to be the best meteor shower in a hundred years."

He blinked, then looked up, just in time to catch two stars streaking across the sky. "Wow," he breathed.

"I know. It thought maybe," she turned red "that you'd want to watch it with me."

He felt like all the barriers between them were falling down, like she was his, there was no crush, just pure love between them. No secrets, no problems. He had to think slowly to remind himself that he had a crush on her, not the other way around, and she didn't know about it yet.

The setting was just so perfect. As he stared into her eyes which shone just like the stars above, he had a desire to lean down and kiss her so much it was overpowering. To stop himself from doing something stupid, he fell to his knees and sat down, turning his eyes to the heavens. "That'll be great, Rose. I love watching the stars."

She sat down with him, and he was strongly reminded of the night they had sat together on top of Godric's Secret tower. Reminded of the way that being with her made everything feel right, made all the problems disappear, except for the problem that was her.

She leaned against him, sliently asking to share his warmth in the cool night. He responded by wrapping an arm tentatively around her shoulder.

*~*~*

Sally watched the pair from the edge of the roof. 'They're so in love with each other, it's so obvious from both sides that they can't see it. I wish I could just tell them and make it all better, but I can't. If I rush it, there will always be problems. If there's an outside party, there will always be problems. I'll just have to be patient.'

Sally could be a patient snake if she wanted to, but it was not something she enjoyed at all.

~*~*~

Harry heard Ginny gasp as a particularly large one flew across the sky. It was beautiful. It didn't matter which direction you looked, there was always a streak of light.

"Are you making any wishes, Harry?"

"Just one," he answered quietly. "One with all my heart."

She smiled softly. "Now you sound like me."

They were silent for a moment, before Ginny spoke again. "Harry, what did you call me this morning?"

He blushed, and was thankful he couldn't she his face. "Oh, um, I think I said Rose Petal. It just kinda, slipped out."

"I like it."

"Oh, well then, I'm glad."

"Can it be something that only you call me?"

"Um, sure."

"Good," came her sleepy reply. Harry hardly noticed that she was falling asleep, he was too busy trying to keep himself awake. But he wouldn't ask to go in. Not when he was spending quality alone time with Ginny.

*~*~*

Harry woke to a sharp pain across his forehead. "HARRY!"

"What! WHAT!" he asked, sitting up suddenly. Ginny's body fell of him, causing her to jerk awake also.

"You two fell assleep up here, and now Ginny'ss parentss are down there sscreaming their lungss out becausse they can't find either of you!"

"Oh, God."

He pulled himself to his feet, and helped Ginny to hers, before running to the side of the roof and shouting with all his might. "WE'RE COMING!"

They climbed quickly down and back to Ginny's window. When they climbed through, they were greeted by the sight of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "Where have you two been?" Mr. Weasley exclaimed.

"We thought you had been kidnapped."

"We're sorry," Ginny mumbled, casting her eyes to the floor. "We fell asleep, we meant to come back in, but we were both just so exhausted we must have fallen asleep at the same time."

Harry's face was so red that Ron's term "fry an egg on your face" came to mind. In his head, he was reading a double meaning to everything that Ginny had just said, and he was sure his parents were too.

"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley breathed. "I don't know what to say."

Harry wanted to melt into the ground.

"I can't believe that you two would do that!" Mr. Weasley's voice was oddly calm, and Harry thought he saw the beginnings of shock in his eyes. "I mean, you're only fourteen!"

Harry fell to the floor laughing at the irony of it all, and Ginny's eyes went wide as her the full extent of what her parents thought had happened on the roof hit her. "Mum, Dad, NO! We were just watching the stars! It was Harry's birthday, and that meteor shower was last night, and, and, WE WERE JUST WATCHING THE STARS!"

Harry couldn't stop laughing, and as soon as it registered to her parents the mistake they were making, they started laughing too. And Ginny just stood there, her face as red as a tomato.

Moment (2) Two

Harry found himself fighting an familiar battle. To go look, or not to look. After the embarssment on the day after his birthday, it was hard to be in the same room with her parents without snickering, but there was something else that had changed. He had slept with her, in his arms. He had held the angel while she slept. Perfection had been his for a whole night.

One would think that this would help to abolish his obsession with watching her sleep, but alas, it had only made it much, much worse.

"Harry, don't go in there again."

He didn't grace his snake with an answer. He was laying on his bed, paging through the book that Ginny had wrote him. He laid on his stomach still due to his back. It was nearly completely better, but it was still sensitive if he made any sudden movements.

"I mean it Harry. One of thesse dayss she'ss going to catch you and even though I would kill to ssee that happen, you're not going to like it very much."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't. Jusst remember what I ssaid. If you think it'ss worth the rissk, then be my guesst."

"She's beautiful, Sal," he whispered, then heard what he had said and prayed that his familiar hadn't heard. If she had, she pretended not to, curling up in her cage to sleep.

Another hour passed, and Harry found that he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and started to creep out of the room and across the hall. He'd memorized every board that creaked by now, knew where to step. The dark hallway was burned into his mind, along with the door across it.

He reached her door without a problem, once again pulled closed but not latched. He pushed on it lightly and I began to swing open. Glancing in, he discovered that this time she was in fact, asleep.

He crept into the room, slowly placing one foot in front of the other, inching closer to the beauty that slept in this room. He stood beside her bed and gazed down on her.

Soft strands of red hair fell across her face and over the pillow. Moonlight from the hallway fell across her body, highlighting her cheek bones and giving her an unearthly glow. Her large doe eyes were softly closed, and he almost wished they were open so he could look into them. Tiny freckles painted patterns along her skin; accenting and shadowing.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and brushed a strand of red hair out of her face. "You are my guardian angel, lovely," he breathed.

Ginny stirred, her eyes squinting and beginning to open. Harry panicked. His body reacted for him, before his mind had a chance to. He fell to the ground and rolled under her bed. His breathing was heavy, so he stopped breathing all together, as he heard her sit up in bed. 'Oh God, oh God. You idiot! You could have explained away being in her room and waking her up. But how are you going to explain being under her bed? You idiot!

He could hear her moving, probably looking around for the source or her early wake up. "Is anybody there?" she called softly, her voice wavering.

'She's scared. She's afraid that there's somebody in her room and I can't help her. Sal!' With that, he used his link to the snake to call her to him. Calling her increased awareness of what she was doing. He felt her wake, grudgingly. He felt her look around and identify that he was not there. He felt her trace him to where she was. He felt her roll her eyes, and he felt her almost ready to go back to sleep.

But she would never be able to sleep with him pulling at her bond like that.

She slowly made her way out of the cage and room, across the moonlit hall and into Ginny's room.

What she saw was Ginny, sitting up and looking around frantically, and Harry laying on his side under her bed, giving Sally the most pleading look she had ever seen. Even she couldn't say no to that look.

"What iss it Ginny? I felt you wake."

"I thought I heard something, somebody talking to me."

"Well, I'd ssensse the emotionss of anybody but you, Harry, and your parentss, and there'ss nobody elsse here."

"Oh," Ginny said looking around again. "Right, thanks Sal."

She laid back down and turned over. Sally moved quietly across the room until she was under the bed with Harry. She moved her mouth to his ear and hissed quietly. "Jusst sstay sstill until I ssensse that she'ss assleep."

He silently nodded, and they remained still, listening to Ginny breathe. Not after too long, her steady breathing slowed, and Sally perked up.

"Go, now, but go quietly."

Harry closed his eyes, and tried to picture the world from Sally's point of view. When he opened them again, he was a snake. Sally looked away; she always refrained from looking at him when he was like this.

He slithered out from under the bed and out the door. He waited until he was in his own room, or rather Charlie's, before turning into himself again.

"Harry Potter."

"I know."

"I can not believe you!"

"I know."

"I warned you! I told you that she was going to wake up! I told you not to go in there!"

"Sal, I know, and I'm sorry." With that, he fell onto his bed and closed his eyes trying to block her out and fall into his own world of hopelessness.

She sighed. "It'ss not hopelessss, Harry."

If he heard her, he pretended not to.

*~*~*

When Ginny greeted Harry the next morning, she gave him a really weird look. He panicked, and asked her what was wrong. "I just had a really weird dream last night. You were in my room, and rolled under my bed. I knew you were there, but pretended not to so you wouldn't get upset, then Sal came in and covered for you, and I played along." At her words, Harry went pale and then flushed, but she dropped the subject.

Moment (1) One (A/N: WARNING, it earns it's pg-13 rating here...)

Harry sat up straight suddenly in bed. His back complained of the abuse, but he ignored it momentarily for a fact that was much more important.

No, there was not an intruder in the house. No, somebody had not just died. He had not just had a nightmare. He had not been visited by his parents in his sleep. He did not sense something wrong with Sally, or with Ginny. There was no prophasy playing verses in his head.

He had to pee. He really had to pee.

He jumped out of the bed, holding himself, racking his brain for the nearest bathroom. 'Ginny's room!'

He bolted out of the room and across the hall, not really trying to be silent. He opened her door and ran across the room to the door on the side wall. There was a sign on the door, but he didn't bother to read it as he jerked the door open and jumped inside.

Something cold and wet smacked him in the forehead. He tried not to yell out, as he ducked away from what ever it was and turned back to the door, to fumble on the wall for the light switch. His hand was encountering something soft and, squishy. The he realized it probably didn't have a light switch, and thanked the Gods he had grabbed his wand. He spoke a soft word and the room lit up. He was facing the now closed door, and the word 'BOOB' was written on it in bloody letters. He took a step back from it, and was smacked in the back of the head by the same cold and wet object. He ducked once more, spinning to look at, a tampon, dripping water, hanging from the ceiling.

His eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him. On the wall, was an achive of pads, just stuck to the wall, and labeled. "Light" "Heavy" "Magically Missing". That had been what he felt while looking for the door knob.

On the wall oposite him, was a large sign, that read "Welcome to Bloody Hell, Period Count Down, Fourteen Days."

He took and involitary step backwards, leaning against the door. Beside the toliet, were magaizines, with titles like "Girls Monthly, Teen Witch, Girls R Us, and Monthly Horror." Above the toilet were posters, of numerous guys, in speedos.

No matter where he looked, there was somthing else to see. The towels read "Hers" and "Not His". His eyes flew to the sing, where he thought it would be safe to look. Resting beside the bowl, in a bottle labeled in bright purple letters, were "Birth Control Pills". He sqweaked, when a voice spoke.

"My, aren't you a cutie! My name's Jack, sugar, but you can call me anything you like." Harry stared in horror at the mirror. That did it, with a shout, he turned, and bolted out of the room.

*~*~*

Ginny's eyes popped open. Somebody was in her room. She felt her heart speed, and heard the bathroom door close. 'What if it's an attacker? I don't have time to get help!' Have blind and half dumb with sleep, she jumped out of bed, and looked around for some sort of weapon to use against the attacker.

Her eyes fell on a toy sword. She used to play her brothers with them. They looked just like a sword until you went to hit something with them, then they turned magically into something harmless.

None of this really occured to Ginny, however. She saw only a sword. She grabbed it and stalked towards the bathroom, armed and ready, well, at least in her sleep drunk mind she was armed and ready. The idea of grabbing her wand never came to her.

She tried to keep her breath quiet. There was a noise from inside the bathroom, and the door opened. Shouting, Ginny brought the sword down on her enemy. Rather, Ginny brought the fish down on Harry.

Harry was shocked still as Ginny began to beat him on the head with a rubber fish. She blinked, and noticed who exactly she was hitting. The fish suddenly fell limp in her hand. "Oh my God, Harry are you okay? I thought you were an attacker, I'm so sorry!"

Harry stared at her, his eyes still wide. He couldn't form words at the moment. Sleep was clearing from Ginny's head, and she realized just why Harry was so stunned. "Oh, that was your first introduction to Bloody Hell, wasn't it?"

Harry swallowed hard, and nodded. Ginny blushed slightly. "I'm trying to keep the boys out of it. Mom and I add more things all the time. But Fred and George just think it's funny. They're great friends with Jack, and they add their own stuff. The extra B on the word 'boo' was theirs. The Speedo guys were a gift from them." She blushed a little more. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"The pills," Harry managed to choke out.

Ginny's eyes went wide. "Oh those!" She giggled. "I don't really use them, Harry! It's an empty bottle. Mom and I thought just maybe it'd work on Fred and George when they got home. Did I scare you?"

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just a little. I just had to pee really bad."

Ginny giggled slightly, but reached over and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Harry."

Sally chose that moment to come into the room. The sight that greated her was Harry, standing in his boxers, being hugged by Ginny, in her light nightgown, with a rubber fish hanging from her hand.

"I'm not even going to ask," she said sourly. "But I really hope that there iss a reasson for all thiss."

Harry suddenly turned very pale. He weighed his options, turned around, and fled back into the bathroom he had just left.

Ginny giggled. "Guess he really had to pee, still."

A voice was heard from inside the bathroom. "My God, boy, you have a really nice ass!"

Ginny lost it, falling backwards on her bed in hystarical laughter. Harry came back out a moment later with a very red face. "Rose, your mirror is hitting on me!"

"He's just pointing out the obvious!" Harry gave her a look.

(A/N:

Draco- ABOUT TIME

Me- *blush* I'm SORRY! I've been working my ASS off. But, the real reason

I haven't posted is I've been working on my OTHER penname. Hehe. No, you can't know what it is. It isn't for Harry Potter stories, it's for Anime stories.

Draco- Don't you have a list of thank yous?

Me- Yeah. Thank you to EVERYBODY who reviewed, pestered, sent E-mails, Instant Messaged me death threats, none of it worked to make me write faster, but it reminded me that I can't leave this story to the birds, because there are too many of you that will miss me. Thank you to those who were truly concerned that maybe I had died.

But, the biggest thank you goes out to Gwen and Tish. Tish I hope I'm spelling your name right. Tish is Gwen's friend, and Gwen let her read my story, and she instantly became my biggest fan. She quotes my work! And listening to her idolize me gave me the guilt trip of the century, so I kicked myself in the ass and wrote. Love you, review.)