I'd like to apologize for the quality of my fanfic chapters from the beginning of this fic. It seemed really rushed and I hope to improve my story's quality! I'm actually thinking about a rewrite in the future once I'm finished with this fic...
The meeting had already stopped in favor of putting the meeting to a halt, since Romano wouldn't stop pestering Germany about his stomach aches since he ate one of his potatoes. China had already dragged South Korea off for mysterious reasons. Probably he did this so North Korea could socialize without having his brother cling onto him. So North Korea was left the meeting with his familiar friend group again. They chatted on the cab ride to Singapore's house, and once again, everyone helped out to make dinner in the kitchen. They would've gone to a restaurant but Malaysia absolutely refused to eat Haggis for one of the meals.
The smell of dinner wavered the entire house as Malaysia excitedly set down the plate of hot food on the table. North Korea's mouth watered while Indonesia stood back to take a picture of the scene on her new Polaroid. Singapore sat down as he finished placing all the plates and utensils. After praying (or silence for a minute while North Korea stared at the plate like a wild animal), they all ate with their hearts content. The meeting was held earlier than usual, so no one had time for breakfast. England was so cold hearted...
They all lazed around the couches, full from their meal. They had just finished eating and they wanted entertainment, but there really wasn't much they could do around here. Indonesia shouted a small 'oh!' before stomping her foot on the ground, still sitting on the couch.
"Let's go on a camping trip!" Indonesia said, with an evil gleam in her eye.
"... What." Malaysia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She covered her ears and turned away, pretending she couldn't listen to her. "I didn't see anything... I didn't hear anything..."
"You mean go out in the wilderness during winter time? I'll pass." Singapore said. He licked his finger and pressed it onto the paper, turning it while he read his new book. "And do we even have time for that sort of thing? That's a bit odd of you to suggest,"
"Camping?" North Korea inquired. "What's that?"
Malaysia finally set down her hands to her sides and sat on a nearby love seat, hugging her knees close to her chest while Indonesia began to describe the experience. "You get a bunch of supplies like a tent or barbecue. Then you can go hunt, fish, or just survive in the woods." Indonesia explained. "You've never gone camping before?"
"If that's what camping is, then I do it all the time." North Korea shrugged. "Sometimes I stay away from my house because of the security cameras, then I peacefully eat choco pie in the woods and sleep in the cold." He noticed the disdained looks from everyone else and waved his hand sheepishly in the air, "Ah but it's not as bad as you think it is. I mean I do get hypothermia sometimes, but choco pie is worth it."
"... You're more hardcore than I thought you were." Indonesia said with a vacant look in her eye.
Singapore set his book aside on a nearby coffee table, and crossed his arms. He appointed his gaze towards North Korea, an eyebrow raised. "Would your leader punish you for eating just choco pie? Are you serious?"
"I've almost been executed numerous times because the security cameras have caught sight of my South Korean books. No foreign things that influence my people's minds are allowed in the country." He shrugged once more. "Although it isn't as bad as you think, once you can forget about the death camps and starving citizens." North Korea's eyes went blank for a moment, before he shook his head and sighed. "Those things can scare you off, so you probably don't want to visit Pyongyang, my capital city. It's actually quite nice compared some countries I visited in the past."
"... The things you said earlier don't sound so nice." Singapore gulped. Then he leaned forward, intrigued by the Korean's words. "But... do tell me more."
Malaysia gulped and focused on North Korea, who put a hand under his chin in thought. He snapped his fingers and made an 'o' shape with his mouth.
"The trees are very beautiful. Once it's spring, they bloom so beautifully that you can't take your eyes off of them. I like them best when they give shade over families who have children playing under them. Or elders who fall asleep there. Also, the fine arts like dancing or singing held in my country are quite captivating to watch." He sighed blissfully before a barely seen smile showed on his face. "I really love my people..."
"How cute..." Malaysia's eyes were half-lidded, a visible blush forming on her cheeks. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but Indonesia and Singapore gave her a teasing glance. She was never going to hear the end of this.
North Korea tilted his head, "What's so cute?"
"Nothing!" Malaysia squeaked, her shoulders tensing up.
"... Oh by the way," North Korea's pupils dilated, almost as if he had remembered something. "I recall that my leader wants to meet you."
"Wait, really?" Singapore inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." North Korea nodded. He started to stroke his own hair bangs again, almost out of habit, Malaysia concluded to herself. North Korea averted his gaze towards his side, "Babyface- I mean my leader said that... he wants to know what kind of nations I hang out with. He said it was a good thing to get close, since you live in a multiculural society and it would be good for trade and tourism."
"But how does he know about Jing Yi and Amita? You guys just befriended a couple months ago," Malaysia put a hand under her chin, curious about North Korea's answer.
"Huh-? I was talking about you, Damia." North Korea replied, scratching his head. "You're the only one I ever talk about. I don't even mention Yao or Yong Soo all that much, since I'm worried of what he'll do to me if I tell him..."
Indonesia snickered. "You're the only one." She taunted quietly into Malaysia's ear. Malaysia's eyes widened as she swatted Indonesia away from her, leaning back from her. How embarrassing-!
"W-why only me? Don't you keep in contact with your leader on the phone? You can tell him about Jing Yi and Amita." North Korea only shook his head at Malaysia's comment.
"We never talk over the phone. He says the capitalists can spy on our conversations, so I can pretty much keep everything a secret until I get back home." Then he bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. "To be truthful... I wasn't going to mention you but my loud mouth accidentally blurted out our relationship. I bragged about how your cooking was the best there is, and now my leader immediately wants to know who you are." North Korea shrugged. "I apologize for bringing you into this."
"... I don't know whether to be flattered or afraid." Malaysia nervously chuckled.
Singapore tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and exhaled out slowly. "Well I searched it up on Google, and I can probably visit your country too if I wanted. Damia and I are allowed to pass there, though strangely Damia can go without a VISA..." North Korea tried to shrug it off again, but Malaysia noticed something a bit off with his response. He almost seemed tense, in some way. It bothered Malaysia, but she decided to ignore it as she thought she was overanalyzing it again.
"You googled it?" Malaysia squinted at him, not sure if he was joking. Judging by his tone, he was dead serious.
"Hey- what about me?!" Indonesia huffed.
"No. Only Damia and Singapore are allowed. Also, it's kind of a hassle to go there anyway. You can only enter by going to China's airport..." North Korea trailed off.
"I'd like to see your house one day. I bet it's a traditional Korean style house with modern housewares." Indonesia nodded to herself. "I mean, that's just what I think anyway."
North Korea stared at them wide eyed. "That's exactly what my house is. How do you have such great intuition?"
"I don't know, I'm just smart." Indonesia shrugged with a cheery grin. "All Asians have houses like that!"
"That is true..." North Korea put a hand under his chin in thought. Malaysia had to bit her lip to refrain herself from giggling. The look on North Korea's face was too adorable... she wanted to pinch his cheeks.
A sudden alarm went off on Singapore's phone. He blinked once, then checked the screen and a small 'ah' escaped his lips.
"I have an appointment to go over to England's house for a trade meeting tomorrow. But I set up my alarm at the wrong time... shit." Singapore muttered the last part in a low groan, but it caught the ears of everyone in the room. Malaysia's mouth quivered as she tried to conceal her soft giggles behind her hand. Singapore always boasted about his gentleman status, so it was funny to see him curse so nonchalantly like that.
Indonesia gasped at him. "Jing Yi..." Indonesia brought up her upper lip in a small pout. She lifted her hands over to North Korea's ears and shook her head. "Don't say such vulgar language in front of this pure, innocent child."
North Korea raised an eyebrow. "... Innocent? I'm not. I can handle profanity, and I use it a lot."
"But you're like sooo young. You're only a few centuries old."
The blood rushed to his cheeks as he childishly denied the accusation. "W-well I seem more mature than you anyway! What's your physical age then?"
"I'm about nineteen years old, physically. I'm pretty old, aren't I?" Indonesia she chuckled. She glanced over towards the other two, who reacted upon her intent stare. Malaysia noticed her gaze as she straightened up her posture in her seat. Indonesia tapped her finger on her chin, "Say... I forgot how old you all were. How old are you guys?"
"I'm about... eighteen I think? I don't really keep track." Singapore shrugged to himself. Malaysia cast her eyes on the ground for a few moments before her lips formed an 'o' shape, signaling that she remembered it.
"I remember being about eighteen also. But maybe I'm a tad younger then that... how old are you suppose to be, Hwan Soo?"
Suddenly his head lowered, almost in a sad sulk. He looked up with his bangs covering his eye, making him seem more intimidating than usual. But the light blush spread across his cheeks told Malaysia otherwise. "I-i... I'm sixteen or seventeen..." Singapore and Indonesia made a brief eye contact before they burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs. North Korea sat up again and glared at the two, pouting childishly. Malaysia never had this much fun before...
She left her spot from her lone seat to scoot in closer the North Korea. She sat beside him as she patted his back softly in a joking matter. "There, there. I'm sure there are countries younger than you. Like Latvia for example."
He leaned closer to her from the touch, making Malaysia flinch back out of reflex. North Korea didn't seem to notice as he kept brooding. "But I'm the youngest in my friend group... that's not something to be proud of."
Indonesia then wrapped her arm around North Korea and pulled him closer, making Malaysia raging with jealously. Singapore snickered in amusement as he watched the fury in Malaysia's eyes burn like a candle flame. Indonesia chuckled, "It's okay! Big sister Amita will teach you the ways of maturity." Malaysia rolled her eyes at Indonesia's declaration as the girl tugged onto North Korea tightly. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, but didn't make any effort to remove her.
He finally tugged on her sleeve, urging her to get off. As she got off him, Malaysia's face flushed bright red with possessiveness. North Korea rubbed his arm awkwardly as he focused his eyes on a nearby decorative plant. "Well... I've never been a younger brother before. Except with my elder sister Joseon- but she never really treated me like one, so I wouldn't know."
"That's so depressing..." Singapore lowered his gaze, but Malaysia saw hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Malaysia made a crooked smile, "It's okay. I was never close to my elder sibling either. I just heard odd stories about the Malacca Empire..." She nervously laughed, "They were never really talkative... I don't even remember what their gender was."
"It was a boy/girl." Singapore and Indonesia spoke at the same time. They turned to each other, then looked away- not wanting to start another argument over this matter again. Malaysia rolled her eyes, but was secretly glad they didn't try to bring up the topic again. It was a really long debate and it would've been better to ask China what was Malacca's gender, but that didn't really matter at the moment.
The silence in the room lasted for several seconds until Indonesia's head bopped up, her pupils dilated. Malaysia gulped and felt herself winced because she knew exactly what this look was- an idea had sparked in Indonesia's head again. Malaysia leaned back in her spot on the couch, her head laid still upon the cushion. Malaysia was ready to embrace Indonesia's impact.
"Lets have a sleepover here!" Indonesia grinned. Singapore immediately counteracted.
"No, no." He shook his head before crossing his arms. "I do not have enough room to keep you all here. I only have one spare bed, not including my own."
"But if we did have enough room, you would let us sleep here, right?" She purred, Malaysia snickering from her antics. She glanced back at North Korea, who only bit his lip and turned away with a bashful expression.
'He's trying not to laugh... how considerate of him.' She thought.
"... I don't even have spare clothes for the girls." He muttered to himself. Indonesia beamed.
"So you do want us to stay here!"
"Yes- I mean no!" Singapore shouted back in exasperation, trying to take back his words.
Malayisa shook her head. "Wow, what a tsundere. Isn't that right, Hwan Soo?"
North Korea whipped his head in her direction, giving off a puzzled look. "... I still do not understand what you mean by that..." With those words, she couldn't stop herself. She burst out laughing, holding her gut to keep her in her seat. Malaysia realized that all eyes were on her as her laughter ceased, straightening up her posture before expressing a poker face on her features.
"... It's an inside joke." She told Singapore and Indonesia, who stared back with the same perplexed face. Malaysia eased herself as she lifted her arm to lay it beside her on the armrest. "I wouldn't mind spending the night with you all if you're gonna be as funny as this." Indonesia's jaw dropped as she spoke inaudible words from her mouth, which Malaysia knew. It said 'how daring of you!'.
"I don't mind either." North Korea said quietly. Indonesia glimmered.
"That settles it! We're staying over tonight." She turned to Singapore, who only groaned in response. "Jing Yi- my house is a block away. I'll grab my clothes and some extra for Damia. Then some new toothbrushes from the market nearby." And with that, she grabbed her coat from one of the chairs and went out the door. She saluted them and slammed the door, leaving the three by themselves.
"... Well that was fast." Singapore said. Malaysia shrugged.
"She's really over excited about these things," She turned around to face North Korea who was fiddling around with his fingers. "Is she too energetic for you to handle today?"
"What? Of course not!" He shouted. Then he lowered his tone. "I mean, it's not as bad as Yong Soo... he's so energetic and bright, I feel like I'm staring at the sun itself. I like Indo-" He stopped himself abruptly before his cheeks tinted red. Malaysia stared in curiosity as North finished his sentence. ""I like...A-amita... she's not so bad."
It was Malaysia's turn to widened her eyes and mouth from shock while Singapore wolf-whistled in the background.
That's when North Korea looked over at Singapore before promptly turning away with a flushed face. "A-and... Jing Yi is not the asshole I thought he was going to be."
Singapore bumped his elbow onto the coffee table, the book falling to the ground with a thud. Malaysia could see the shock, the surprise that reflected in Singapore's eyes.
He slightly adjusted his glasses before he spoke again. "... Thanks for not thinking I'm an asshole. I appreciate that,"
North Korea shrugged dismissively, but Malaysia saw the anxiety twitch in his movement as he fiddled with his fingertips.
It seemed... North Korea was trying really hard to accept people in his life. Even though the depression and anxiety drowns him, he still has the strength to overcome that and do better. She admired that about him, she thought.
She scrunched up her shoulders and perked up a smile, "I'm glad your getting used to us, la."
Though that moment was short, yet sweet. But it didn't last very long, sadly. Malaysia found herself shifted into a long debate on whether or not capitalism is beneficial to society until Indonesia got back. She interrupted the political talk by throwing toothbrushes in everyone's face, yelling at them for bringing it up. She forced Singapore and North Korea to set up the blankets and beds on the floor as punishment for being too political in a "government-free environment", but gave Malaysia the easy job of 'keeping watch on them'.
Malaysia sighed in exasperation on the couch as Indonesia next to her, lazily scrolled through her apps on her smartphone.
"What's up, la?" Malaysia asked. Indonesia made a small 'hmm' sound, not bothering to look up. Malaysia quickly glanced at North Korea, who seemed to be joking with Singapore about something with a sly smirk on his face. Something about that moment made the corners of Malaysia's mouth crinkle into a small smile.
"Ooooooh," Indonesia purred, making Malaysia jump in surprise. She snapped her head back to her as Indonesia twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "You have it really bad for him."
"... I do..." Malaysia admitted sheepishly. "I-i think it's a lot more than a silly crush though..."
"Oh. I knew that already," Indonesia brushed her off by waving a hand in front of her. "It's written all over your face. You're almost too love sick for me to handle." She shook her head in pity.
Malaysia couldn't even deny being called over-dramatic over useless matters as she slid back towards the edge of her seat in sorrow. "I hate being so obsessed with him... I can't even concentrate because all I can think about is him!"
"That's so cute... you're like a generic protagonist in a drama." Indonesia cooed.
"I would never be a protagonist. That's a lot of work, la." Malaysia rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you or Jing Yi is so interested in my love life so much..." Her eyebrows furrowed as she slowly turned her head to Indonesia. "Wait... why are you interested?"
Indonesia shrugged. "Is it wrong?"
"I don't know..."
She expected Indonesia to switch the topic to continue teasing her, but Indonesia's eyes became half-lidded and stared off to the side. A small, subtle smile was visible on her face as she gazed back at Malaysia.
"I like having friends. I always wanted to hang out with someone who I can spoil with affection, but not with family. And Hwan Soo's personality is really similar to Jing Yi's, so maybe that's why he likes Hwan Soo so much! I bet he likes having more friends too! And..." Indonesia let out a soft chuckle. "I'm interested because it's nice to see you from your usual calm, collected demeanor. I like seeing you flustered and giddy over him. You two belong together, I think."
"Amita..." Malaysia put a hand over her heart as water began to well up in her eyes. "You're so sweet, la."
She didn't know what came over her as she stood up and crashed down on Indonesia with a bear-like hug. Her arms wrapped around Indonesia tightly as she squealed about how 'cute' and 'endearing' her feelings are.
Malaysia stopped herself as she heard a loud cough behind her. She turned around, arms stripped hugging the Indonesian to death as Singapore and North Korea stood in front of them awkwardly.
"Are you done now?" Singapore inquired nonchalantly.
"... Yep!" She let go of Indonesia as the girl fell to the couch with a thud, Malaysia dusting herself off. "I was just trying to get rid of some trash."
"That's was harassment!" Indonesia whined, throwing a pillow in her face. Malaysia caught the pillow and threw it back on the couch.
"We set up the bedding on the floor." North Korea said. "What else do you want?"
"I dunno." Indonesia shrugged. "Do you wanna do anything?"
"Not really... I don't know what to do in these social situations... I'm hopeless at social activities." North Korea admitted, sheepishly rubbing his arm.
Singapore patted his back knowingly. "I understand." He nodded.
"How abouuuuut- truth or dare!" Indonesia suggested.
"No." Malaysia shook her head. "All you do it dare someone to lick your foot or ask about crushes." And Malaysia really didn't want to confess her feelings to North Korea and get rejected in front of her family... that would be too overwhelming for her to handle.
Indonesia pouted, but thankfully shifted onto another idea. "What about a pillow fight? It'll be fun throwing a bunch of pillows at each other!"
Singapore snorted. "A pillow fight. What are you, eleven?"
"Yeah, on a scale of one to ten." She sneered back. Indonesia grabbed all the couch throw pillows as she ran towards Singapore's room. He mumbled in irritability, but said nothing more as he slumped his way toward the room with the other two following.
When Malaysia first walked inside, she was greeted with a pillow to the face. Indonesia snickered as she threw pillows at a rapid speed from her own personal pillow mountain behind her. Singapore had been hit second, but he was the first to recuperate combat as he chucked another pillow in the girls direction. They started chasing each other around, with Malaysia following them with her eyes.
Suddenly, something hit her back as she fell to onto the soft, carpet ground below her. There was a loud snicker, then a soft gasp.
"S-shit Damia! Are you okay?" North Korea hovered over her with a worried expression. Malaysia felt time stopped as she stared into his alluring, warm caramel eyes. Then she picked up the pillow next to her and hit it in his face, making him fall down with ease.
She laughed so hard that she couldn't hear Singapore's battle cries or Indonesia's screeches. Tears fell down her face as she started grabbing as many pillow as she could. Malaysia pointed a finger at him.
"Y-you're so funny! Pfft- the look on your face when I hit you!" Malaysia handed one of the pillows to North Korea as he sat on the floor, rubbing his sore bum.
North Korea blinked a couple times before a smirk came on his face. "Well... how do you like it if I do it to you!" He grabbed the pillow from Malaysia's hand as he chased her around with it.
Later on, North Korea teamed up with Indonesia to destroy Malaysia and Singapore's newly built fort. Malaysia felt this was so silly but she didn't really care, this was the most fun she had in a long time.
The sleeping arrangements were the girls on the floor, guys on the bed. Singapore insisted Malaysia and North Korea should take the bed, but she quickly refused. North Korea also did. They wouldn't explain why, but the two of them gave a knowing look from the last time they were in a bed together... and Malaysia was about to warn Singapore of North Korea's... "sleeping habits". But she decided to let him find out himself.
For some reason, her mind was swirling with different thoughts. It kept her up for a while until an hour later, she decided to get up. Malaysia got up from her place on the floor and noticed North Korea was missing from the bed with the door creaked open. When she tip toed down the hall, she found North Korea with an open fridge. He noticed someone behind him and turned to see Malaysia. His defense mechanisms eased down before he went back to the fridge.
"Couldn't sleep?" He asked in a low whisper, careful not to wake the others up.
"I have a lot on my mind..." Malaysia yawned. Once she grabbed a cup and put the liquid inside the microwave, she starting drinking the glass of warm glass of milk. She sat in one of the chairs, and wiped her mouth as turned to North Korea. He also held the midnight drink in his hands. "Did you have fun, la?"
North Korea nodded as he took a seat next to her. "Mmm. It was enjoyable... I used to have pillow fights with Yong Soo when we were children, so it gave me good memories."
"That's nice..." Malaysia said. "I'm glad you're happy."
"... Even though I'm this lucky to have my brother back, and have friends, I still sometimes feel like there's nothing meaningful to my life." North Korea admitted, looking away from her. Malaysia leaned in closer to him as he sighed. "I'll stop rambling. It'll bore you,"
"It won't. You can trust me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Malaysia reassured. He stared at her for a moment before turning away. His put his hands behind his back while his stance become unsteady, antsy.
North Korea gave an uneasy glace towards her before he looked away from her promptly. "It'll be really annoying,"
"I don't mind," And she really didn't. Malaysia propped her elbows on the table and looked at him patiently.
North Korea took note of this and sighed, gripping his drink slightly before talking again "... I'm... growing paranoid." He confessed.
"Paranoid?"
"I'm so... crazy. Eccentric, foul-mouthed, a compulsive liar at heart- I don't even deserve to have the things I have now. I'm not a good person. I don't want anyone to leave me, as selfish as it is." When Malaysia opened her mouth to deny his statement, he continued quickly. "And people have been kind to me recently. Even so... I still can't believe it... I keep remembering a-and..." North Korea closed his eyes and took in a deep, quivering breath. "...I couldn't sleep at all because I dreamt of... him."
Malaysia didn't dare try asking who 'he' was. She wanted to make North Korea feel more at ease, to be happy. North Korea finally had the courage to look her way. But she stared at him, wide-eyed in surprise when she saw the tears that threatened to fall in his eyes. He looked so broken... it scared her. How was she going to help? What could she do?
Why was North Korea so helpless right now?
"H-he put his hands on me... told me that I belonged to him, and him alone." He shivered, curling his arms around himself. "I saw him. He took away everything I had, stripped me down, burned my culture to the ground. I hated how I was powerless. I hated how no one helped. I just hated that I was so alone. A-a-and I should be over it by now, but I'm n-not. In that dream, he told me the friends and family I have right now will not last... that he is the only one who loves someone like me..." He put a hand over his eye as the water fell from his eyes. "I'm disgusted by the fact I sometimes, I still call him... Kiku..."
Even though she was fearful, afraid of doing the wrong thing, she still wanted to help him.
Malaysia reached out her hand towards his face to wipe his tears away but stopped herself.
"Can I...?" She asked softly, almost too scared of upsetting him.
In normal circumstances he would brush her off and say it was his problem. But now it was late at night, in his most vulnerable state. His quivering form and widened eyes made it clear how horrified, how petrified he felt right now. He always hide behind a serious mask, but now... seeing him so frail made her think he wasn't as mentally strong as she thought he was.
Malaysia remembered how lonely Indonesia felt when she gets left out, when she doesn't have someone to hang out with. Unlike her, she's an extrovert and tries really hard to be likable. Sometimes Malaysia got jealous whenever Indonesia showered North Korea with affection, but that was her personality. And Singapore actually seemed... happier than he used to be. He has someone to give serious jokes about with.
He doesn't know how much he had change everyone's lives. He doesn't know how important he is. He doesn't know how loved he is.
He nodded shakily as Malaysia grabbed the nearby tissue from the table, gently wiping his tears away. At the corner of her eye she spotted North Korea scratching his wrist so weakly. She quickly took his hand away and held it in her own as North Korea gave her a despairing look of anguish.
"You don't need to pity me..." He said.
"I know," She replied. Malaysia made circle marks on the surface of his hand with her own finger, soothing him. "I'm doing this because I care."
"I don't do anything for you..."
"You don't need to,"
She wrapped her arms around him as he grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, the tears soaking through her nightwear. Malaysia warmly rubbed his back and smiled gently.
"Because I'm willing to do anything for you..."
He snorted as he clutched her closer. "Don't lie to me," And she swore that she could feel his lips curl up into a smile.
They both crept back in the room, Malaysia holding North Korea's hand. His hands were ice cold. But an old saying she heard was 'cold hands, warm heart'. And for some reason, that was the first thought she had when they both crept open the door.
North Korea went back on the bed as Malaysia sat on her knees next to him. He laid down as Malaysia softly hummed next to him.
"Thanks," He whispered. She smiled back at him.
"No problem, la."
And she held his hand the entire time, falling into a deep slumber with her knees on the floor and head on the mattress.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
So I'm excited. I'm 14 years old! (my birthday was on January 31 woot woooot). I've been kinda busy with friend drama and getting ready for high school next year... ugh.
I'm gonna get the next two chapters done this month. It's important chapters so that's why I'm rushing to finish them again. I just don't want to stop writing, but I'm busy all the time D: I was going to update this in February but BOOM. I got hit by a lot of school work and writers block. But I'll try to write more... sorry ;-;
Until we meet again,
-Kaylabow