I swear there is a plot in this fic somewhere. In a deep somewhere. And if my update got shorter and shorter, i'm sorry, but things got busy irl, but i still want to update at least bit by bit. I'll soon come up with longer and hopefully better chapters as soon as i am less busy. Thank you for your continuous support!
And Shockandlock, thank you so much for your beautifully adorable fics for inspiring this, and i am very, very serious about waiting for the continuation of the family AU, please. I will do anything.
Anyway, i hope you, and everyone else reading will like this! Enjoy!
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:12]: MR. MARCO
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:12]: NO, BIG BROTHER IN LAW!
Sent to [Unknown Number] [18:20]: ….I'm sorry?
Sent to [Unknown Number] [18:20]: Who is this?
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:20]: I AM SO LATE TO THE NEWS, I AM SO ASHAMED
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:20]: TO THINK THAT AS THE PRESIDENT OF HIS FANCLUB, THE MODERATOR OF HIS FAN FORUM, THE FOUNDER OF HIS FANSITE, AND HIS BIGGEST FAN, ALL THESE TIME I HAVE BEEN WORKING IN THE SAME SET AS STRAWHAT LUFFY'S BIG BROTHER IN LAW AND I DIDN'T REALIZE IT! I AM A SHAM OF A FAN! A SHAM I TELL YOU!
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:21]: AND I SPILL MY COFFEE ON YOUR SHIRT THIS MORNING AND SHOUTED AT YOU FOR IT! I AM A FOOL, I WILL ACCEPT ANY SORT OF PUNISHMENT FOR RETRIBUTION
Sent to [Unknown Number] [18:22]: Bartolomeo? Is that you?
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:23]: IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID CAVENDISH I GOT SO BUSY HAVING TO APPEASE HIS STUPID FACE BECAUSE THE SENIOR PRODUCER DOESN'T WANT TO GET ON HIS BAD SIDE I MISS SO MUCH NEWS INCLUDING THIS AAAAAAAGHHHHHH
New Text Message from [Unknown Number] [18:23]: I AM LEGIT CRYING, PLEASE ACCEPT MY HUMBLEST APOLOGY AND DON'T TELL STRAWHAT LUFFY OR SPADE I WILL DIE IF THEY THINKS I'M A BAD PERSON
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:24]: Strawhat Luffy, as in Ace's brother, Luffy? How'd you even know him?
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:25]: And no, i won't tell him anything… why would i tell him anything?
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:25]: I'm sorry, what is this all about? I'm very confused
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:26]: OH THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU YOU'RE SO VERY VERY NICE AND TALENTED AND WORTHY TO BE STRAWHAT LUFFY'S BROTHER'S SIGNIFICANT OTHER
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:26]: unlike that stupid face cavendish
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:26]: please tell me if he started bothering you too, i will personally kick his ass for your sake, Mr. Marco, sir.
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?)] [18:24]: Thank you?
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:27]: NOT A PROBLEM!
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:27]: but oh, if i may have a request
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:28]: not that i'm extending my loyalty to you too for a favour but
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:30]: But?
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:32]: Barto?
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:38]: CAN YOU PLEASE ASK HIM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH FOR ME?
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:38]: I WILL BE FOREVER INDEBTED
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:39]: I WILL GUARD YOU FROM STUPID ASS CAVENDISH AND HIS SHRILL VOICE
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:39]: I WILL BE YOUR SERVANT FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE
New Text Message from Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:39]: (but only if Strawhat Luffy doesn't want me to be his servant first, sorry)
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:40]: Uh….
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:40]: Okay?
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:40]: Seriously though, what is this all about?
Sent to Bartolomeo (Probably?) [18:45]: Barto?
New Text Message from Shanks Red (Director) [20:09]: Yo, just wanna tell ya we might film an hour later tomorrow, one of the junior producer's been taken to the hospital because he cracked his head on the floor jumping around. Legit what happened.
New Text Message from Shanks Red (Director) [20:09]: You don't happen to know what caused it, did you? His buddy said he was shouting something about Marco and autographs before he fell of his bed and hit his head. I assume that's you?
New Text Message from Shanks Red (Director) [20:10]: Marco?
Sent to Nico Robin (Manager) [20:20]: If i am the last person someone talked to before they possibly died, that could make me a suspect, right?
New Text Message from Nico Robin (Manager) [20:22]: Oh my, this is Crocodile all over again.
New Text Message from Nico Robin (Manager) [20:30]: Attachment - How to dispose of a | Attachment - Taking care of prints and other incriminating | Attachment - How to come up with a convincing false alibi and take care of
New Text Message from Nico Robin (Manager) [20:31]: Please do as these instructions says, i will be there shortly.
Sent to Nico Robin (Manager) [20:32]: Do you just… have those lying around in case i killed someone or something?
Sent to Nico Robin (Manager) [20:32]:…Do you think Ace will visit me if i go to jail?
"—don't mind spicy, but it tasted a lot better if i add the hot cheese dip that goes with the garlic aioli— Wait, is someone at the door? Wait, guys, i gotta open the door. Coming!"
Even standing in front of the door, Marco could hear Luffy's voice before he rings the doorbell, and it didn't take long for the teen himself to poke his head out, grinning widely with a messy traces of sauce around his mouth and lower jaw, "Oh, heya Pineapple guy!" he greeted, and it took all of Marco's composure not to sigh. Somehow, that moniker stuck since they were first formally introduced just a couple of days ago, no matter how many times Marco - and in a louder capacity, Ace - tried to dissuade the boy.
Still, it wasn't said out of malice but seemingly only playfulness, so Marco endured it, "Hello, Luffy," he greeted back, walking inside of the house once the door was opened wide enough, "Are you having friends over? I thought i heard you talking to someone earlier,"
But there was no one else around the house's front, not even in the living room and kitchen adjacent to this area. Instead, he saw the house's normally neat living room turned into a minimalistic and surprisingly sophisticated filming area, with lights, a laptop and a camera directed to the coffee table, which was littered with boxes upon boxes of what looks to be an assortment flavours of chicken wings.
"Nah, i'm just livestreaming, so it's just me," Luffy replied casually as they made their way over, where the younger plopped himself down on the floor and immediately busied himself with the laptop and waved. Marco took seat on the sofa behind him, narrowing his eyes at the sight of himself being reflected on the monitor screen, partially covered behind Luffy's energetic form, "I'm back! It's just pineapple guy on the door,"
He seems to be talking to someone but Marco could only see them on screen, probably recorded by the camera, along with a fast moving wall of text on the side of their image, "What's a livestream?"
"This is a livestream!" Luffy pointed at his laptop, still grinning. The grin faded to a rather surprised jaw drop, as he exclaimed "Whoa guys, what's happening over on the chat? You're typing too fast, i can't read anything— 'Is that Marco Newgate?' Yeah! It's pineapple guy! Wow, i think a lot of my viewers are your fans, literally everyone is typing out your name right now,"
"Uh…what?"
"Luffy, Marco should be here any minute, so remember to lock the doors after i leave. Sabo's coming home around noon, but i think i'll be a bit late," The new voice thankfully broke Marco's increasing confusion, and from the direction of the bedrooms, Ace walked out, eyes glued to his phone, decked in a casual but stylish getup. The black cargo with bright orange belt was apparently a favorite since he'd seen Ace wear them 2 times already in the same week, but he had on a short sleeved loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulder and showing off his arm muscles and tattoo.
Marco's knees felt weak even sitting down, and it's not because of the risky stunt he pulled two days ago during filming.
"He's already here— Guys, seriously, the stream is lagging now, take it easy on the chat!"
"What?" Ace looked up from his phone, and immediately smiled, "Marco, you're early!"
"Yeah, i've been free for hours, so i thought i'd come by earlier," If 'free for hours' means he literally rushed out of the door as soon as Shanks called the day's shoot as a wrap, and came about half an hour early to the house and stayed in his car for about as long so he won't look too eager to come over, "Ready to go?"
Soon as Ace nodded, he stood up, patting the upper part of Luffy's back as a farewell. The boy looked up from looking confused at his laptop screen - while munching on two chicken wings at one go - the easy wide grin back in place.
"Have fun! Now let's see, 'How's Marco as a brother-in-law?' He's the coolest! Two days ago, he comes over during Pizza Night, and he gave me 3/4 of his Mega Jumbo Family Size Meat Supreme and i didn't even need to ask! He's kind of silly though, he said it's amazing that Ace, Sabo and i can eat one each, but that's nothing. I could've had 10 of them for myself, but Ace said we can't 'act like animals and go off scaring pineapple guy off',"
"I heard that, Luffy! And stop calling Marco that!"
Luffy jutted his tongue out at Ace's direction, snickering.
"So, what exactly was Luffy doing earlier? He said something about… livestream?"
Ace hummed, still concentrating on putting his seatbelt, "Yeah, livestream means he basically record himself and let his viewers watch him live. He does this thing where he eats a large amount of food from an entire menu from one place and does a little review on them, sometimes on stream, sometimes on MushiTube, and other times, he does v-logging with his friends or Sabo and myself. It's actually really popular,"
V-log? He at least knows MushiTube, so that probably means Luffy made videos and this v-log thing is something similar. Probably, "So, a lot of people watch these 'livestreams'?"
"Oh yeah, thousands of them every day, while his videos will get millions views," Ace beamed with the obvious shining pride on his face that always seems to appear whenever Luffy was their topic of conversation, "His fans would send in food for him to try or he'll get invited to restaurants or get sponsors from food companies to make videos about their product. He's mostly living life now and we don't have to spend as much on his food like we used to," the freckled raven snickered, "Though i don't know how many costumers they have to pull in to cover for the expenses for the food he ate,"
Marco tried to wrap his head around the entirely new and foreign concept of event that was just explained to him, and in the end, found himself shaking his head, "I don't think i'll ever get any of these. Memes, uh, recording your life for millions to watch, people watching videos about people eating food," He never was one to closely follow the recent trends. Sometimes, even Pops was better than he was at understanding these sort of things, if only because Haruta and some of his more up to date sons are such eager teachers.
In his lamentation, he felt a hand reaching over, and found Ace winking at him playfully, "Hey, that's what you got me here for, right? Your resident walking encyclopaedia for anything pop culture, always at your service, "
When he put it that way, suddenly being confused about virtually everything doesn't seem like such a bad thing
The more time passed after the disastrous beginning of their 'dating news' and the subsequent need for them to pretend to date, it surprisingly became a less daunting concept as a whole.
Both of their companies encourage them to spend as much time as they can in public together to make it believable, but just like how picking up Brook's glasses together was an appointment made far before any of the media circus got involved, none of their later outings even had anything to do with their company's order and only by the natural progress in their relationship. They'd be near the area and planned to meet over lunch or dinner, unknowingly integrating each other to their own circles.
This was only the third time Marco came over to Ace's recording studio, but the familiar engineers and technicians greeted him like an old friend. Ace was quickly whisked away by Masked Deuce, the head producer into the recording booth, and he hadn't even finished sitting down on the sofa on the very back of the studio when a small box of 'Hatcchan's Tasty Takoyaki' was tossed to his lap, "Thought you'd show up too, so we ordered an extra. Hope you like original octopus filling, though you can always trade with the cheese one if you don't. Let's hope Ossamondo hadn't gotten his hands on them,"
The large man who spoke, Skull, one of the studio's many sound technician plopped down next to him, a can of soda in one hand and his ever present skull printed facemask pulled down as he took a couple of large gulps. A few feet away from them, Banshee, one of the engineer, scoured through bags and bags of food bearing the same logo as the box on Marco's lap, asking where her orders were.
"This is fine, thanks. Is something wrong with the new songs? Ace said 3 days ago was the last recording he has to make for this new single,"
Skull scratched his head, "Nothing wrong, per se, but Deuce seems to think some part needs to be re-recorded. He's a real stickler for quality that one," As if on cue, through the see-through glass that separated the booth to the rest of the room, Marco could see the blue haired producer seemingly pointing at air while the muffled sound of music fleeted from the padded room. He watched as Ace pursed his lips, before slowly nodding.
Even pass working hour, there are still a couple of stragglers around the studio, most because they were working overtime and others simply waiting around. Marco got to chat with some of them, joining in some conversation as long as they don't delve too deep into any music discussion.
"Wish the guys i dated was as nice as you," Ganryu commented dourly while munching, a hint of sauce on the corner of her lips, "This one guy i went out with once would ask me for money for gas every time i ask him to drive me somewhere. Goddamn cheapskate,"
"Maybe you're dating a taxi driver,"
"Well, Ace didn't have a license," the blonde commented over the bickering that statement started, one hand absent-mindedly stroking Kotatsu, the studio's unofficial mascot, a large Bengal cat that always seems to find resident on his lap every time he came over. It purred mightily, sending vibration through his pants, "He said that he kept failing his driving test and his managers refused to make him a fake one,"
Which, in Marco's very honest and slightly guilty opinion, was probably for the best. Ace's technical skills - which he claimed was decent enough - has yet to be seen, but in the few times he had driven the singer around, he could see what caused him to fail so many times: Ace had road rage like no one else.
("Drive faster, asshole! My grandma can walk faster than you and she's been dead for over 20 years!"
"Ace, they're driving according to the speed limit,"
"Go, you son of a bitch! The light's green!"
"…It's only been green for a second,"
"Okay, i know you're not planning to— Oh, you are trying to cut to our lane, bitch, i will cut you—"
"Ace, i already gave them the way. Ace, no! Don't try to get out!")
It's a miracle they could get anywhere most of the time.
"Plus, if we get to spend time together, it's all the better,"
Which was true in a sense, because he liked spending time with Ace. Yet he knew his statement took a romantic connotation to his listener however, when Banshee cooed over her food and Mihar chuckled next to him. As far as Marco knew, only Ace's managers and the higher ups in his company knows that their relationship were faked, while others knew what they are told or what they caught from the news.
Which made him rather guilty, but it's not like he has much choice. It's what the company wanted, after all.
"But it really is kind of surprising though, i thought all this time whenever Ace would fanboy hard about you, it's just that, him being a fanboy. I didn't think he actually knew and even dated you," Skull paused, scratching the back of his head, "Or was that backwards?"
Saber made a dismissive noise, making oddly shaped pattern on his leftover sauce with a toothpick, "Either way, Deuce had a conniption after finding out. Poor guy could keel over in frustration,"
"Why?"
"Cause that means there's a competition now,"
Marco's eyes immediately went to the recording booth, where Ace seems to be in the middle of working through whatever it is they had to re-record, with Deuce standing right next to him a little bit too closely. Well, he always did notice that the other man seems to be quite close to Ace above everyone else in the studio…
Shit, he never thought about this before, but what's the consequences them faking to date each other has on their own lives? Did Ace has anyone that he liked? Was he hoping to date someone else before this entire news broke and they're basically stuck with each other until who knows when? What if Ace ended up meeting someone that he does want to date, but he can't do anything about it because pretty much everyone else in the world is sure he's already attached to someone else?
There's a grip in Marco's chest about his line of thought, a sensation so bold that he almost missed the slight pang of dislike over the thought of Ace dating someone else. Even if their 'relationship' wasn't quite a relationship at all.
A burst of laughter woke him up rom his reverie, and the actor looked up to see Skull mid-guffaw, pointing at him, "Oh my god, your face! Dude, no, okay, Saber didn't mean it like that. 'Competition' is what Deuce calls anything that can take Ace's attention away from seriously working on his songs. New games, his little brother, your movies, any videos or ads featuring you, and, well, you. Ace is quite the little genius when it comes to making hit songs, but he has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to his responsibilities sometimes so we often gotta compete with these distraction to keep him on track,"
"If they ever dated, that relationship is going to end in something being burned to crisp," Saber snickered, patting on his shoulder, "Besides you should've heard the way Ace talks about you. I can guarantee you with one hundred percent certainty that there is absolutely no other man in his life,"
"Except probably his little brother,"
Saber nodded sagely, "Except his little brother," the dirty blonde man grinned, patting Marco's back again, "So don't you worry! There's not going to be anyone else in Ace's life than you, i can guarantee that!"
"We didn't chat much before this but since we are alone, i don't think there's a better time for me to say this," Masked Deuce would say to him an hour later while the two of them stood on the studio's front entrance, Deuce seemingly ready to call it a day while Marco waited for Ace to came out of the bathroom and be on their way as well, "As his boyfriend, I would implore you not to distract Ace too much, and remind him to always catch up on his work,"
"Uh, yeah," was all Marco could say, out of the suddenness of this new conversation.
Still, Deuce seems satisfied enough, nodding firmly, "Good. You do seem like the responsible one, so i'll gladly approve of this relationship,"
"Oh, thanks," he replied lamely, before adding, "Just to be clear though, you really don't have feelings for him or anything, right?"
The look on Deuce's face transformed into what one would look like when they eat something entirely unpleasant, horrified and disgust. Marco felt slightly offended, thinking that the prospect of dating someone like Ace shouldn't be greeted with that sort of reaction, and yet at the same time, he felt a little relieved.
Not that he had anything to be relieved about.
"Hey, that fuck ugly red car! Your paint job is shit and your driving is even shittier! Step on the fucking gas, moron!"
"Ace, do you like someone?"
It wasn't until the words left his mouth that Marco realized how juvenile his question was, and became severely aware of the embarrassment that immediately crept over his entire body. Even Ace stopped shouting at the beat up sedan in front of them, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, slowly turning to his direction. The sky outside was dark and the only source of illumination was from the highway street lights, but Marco could still see the deep flush that suddenly took over his complexion, "W-w-what kind of question is that?! Why do you want to know? How do you know?"
His last words suddenly left the blonde sombre with realization, "So you do, then?"
Ace fell quiet, his curled fist loosening. When he spoke, he sounded shy, eyes darting away and pointedly looking away from the driver, "W-well, i wouldn't call it… Um, are we talking like a normal crush here or like a super mega crush i had on y— I mean, like in what sense—"
"Ace, if during this entire fake dating thing, you suddenly want to date someone," the beat up car finally sped up, which means Marco had the excuse of focusing his eyes on the road rather than turning to Ace, "I want you to let me know, okay? If we can't have the management break this whole thing off, then i can at least convince whoever that person was that this whole thing isn't real, so they won't have any qualms about starting a relationship with you,"
He said it so he could at least felt relieved of his worries, but somehow, it didn't really make him feel any better.
"I…," the younger trailed off before falling silent, "Um, i don't think you need to worry about that, but thank you,"
Marco nodded, and didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride.
"Stay for dinner? It's the least i can thank you for driving me around today,"
Marco looked up from tapping in his home address to his car's built in GPS, finding Ace's expectant look aimed at him, "Sure, i'd love to,"
The smell of food has already permeated the entire house when they entered, and from the distance, he could hear the sound of pot clinking together above Sabo and Luffy's voice somewhere deeper in the house. He trailed right behind Ace, and was only stopped when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. The flashing screen told him that it was Robin calling, and he turned to Ace, who stopped just as he did, "Sorry, i need to take this. I'll come over later,"
Ace nodded with a small smile, and as soon as he was out of sight, Marco could hear him shout, "Sabo, Luffy, Marco's joining us for dinner! Add one more plate for him,"
"Aww, but Ace, we only boiled 30 pasta box today because we ran out,"
"Luffy,"
"Fiiine, but we're taking it out of your pasta portion. I'm really hungry,"
"You just ate 60 boxes of chicken wings from that new eatery,"
"But Sabo, that's like 2 hours ago,"
The bickering brother's voices faded as Marco made his way back to the entrance to accept the call, "Something wrong, Robin?"
Instead of his manager, the first thing he heard was the sound of a child coughing in the background, before Robin herself spoke, "Oh Marco, i would like to apologize but i don't think i can come to be your plus one to the award show. As you can clearly hear, i think Chopper came down with something,"
The sound of Chopper coughing intensified over the speaker. Marco blinked, "Wait, you mean you can't come with me to the award show? But that's in 3 days!"
The yearly prestigious award show, made especially important for him to attend this year considering that one of the movie he starred in recently was nominated for various awards, not to mention that this year would mark the first time he himself is one of the contenders, for best actors and newcomer. Exempting the very first time he attended, in which he brought Pops along - who then rejected any further invites for how stuffy and tiring these events are - for the last couple of years since he started to be invited to these events, Robin has always been his plus one, an easy solution for the need to bring someone along with you.
"I know, but this is quite sudden, after all. From the looks of it, i don't think he'll be well in 3 days, it might take longer and i have to take care of him," his manager said apologetically, yet strangely calmly.
The blonde sighed, running his hand through his hair. As much as he wanted to object, he didn't really have the heart to separate poor and sick little Chopper from his mother because of his aversion with crowds. He could always come alone, but that would mean facing off the reporters by the door all by himself. Answering one or two question about his movie and role was not a problem, but with the recent happenings, there is no way that's all that will be asked of him, "Well, if i hurry inside, maybe i won't be stopped by reporters—"
"Nonsense. You're the current trending topic right now, so you cannot avoid reporters, and as one of the nominee, with so many attention on you, you especially cannot come alone. What you need is someone who can help you keep your cool in front of the masses and help you fend off any questions you don't want to answer, and also someone who is well known to the public as someone you would bring to this event,"
If Marco was less frazzled, maybe he could've noticed that Robin's line seems oddly… trained. As if she had been preparing this speech beforehand.
But nevertheless, just the simple thought of going through that long walkway with microphones and cameras being thrusted to his face already made him shudder, so without thinking he asked, "Who do you have in mind?"
"Mama, this book is really dusty,"
Robin smiled gently as Chopper coughed again after patting the last of the dust that accumulated on the large book almost half his entire body, yet still eagerly trying to see what's on the pages, "Well, Grandma Olvia likes to collect these, but because she travels a lot, most of them aren't really taken care of. So you have to do it better than her, okay?"
The brunet boy nodded enthusiastically, his pert little nose scrunching up in concentration. The book in question, a very old edition of human body anatomy had only came in the mail today from her mother, after hearing her adopted grandson's recent interest in becoming a doctor. Robin had been skeptical at first that such a complicated and old book would interest Chopper at all but he barely put it down at all, eagerly trying to read some of the more difficult words as he and his father slowly worked on restoring the pages and cleaning it.
Or at least, Chopper was restoring and cleaning, Franky was sitting right next to him instructing him what to do, but seems to have abandoned that in favour of looking at her with narrowed eyes and shook his head.
"Something you want to say, Franky?"
"You know, you can just say 'Hey, Marco, how about you go and get that kid you like to be your plus one this year instead of a married woman like me? Maybe an actual relationship can bloom between the two of you instead of this weird fake thing you got going on because of the management' instead of all of that,"
The dark haired woman smiled sharply, patting her husband's shoulder, "I don't know what you're talking about, dear. Now, go help Chopper with the book, won't you? I need to make some phone calls,"
Luffy making mukbang videos like come on, that's totally going to happen and i will totally watch it.
I don't want to draw attention to this person as i do not know what their end goal is, but someone (one person?) has been sending me quite a disparaging comment almost constantly i will be deleting their comments every time they appear.
For everyone who got this far and probably saw this on your way to the comment section (thank you so much, by the way! Your kind comments always got me through my days, and i am sorry i haven't been replying to some lately or hasn't been giving footnotes or headers at all to communicate, but it's been rough irl and i simply haven't the time. But i'll be more active from now on!) If you manage to see their comment before i can delete it, please do not reply to them. You don't need to be angry on my behalf, you don't need to insult them, just ignore them and wait until i can come around to delete it.
And please don't think bad of me for deleting comments, i'm not deleting anyone else's, good or bad, just this person, because of the unnecessary vitriol and the confusing determination to get me to quit writing. It's just bothering me and honestly, it seems to bother some of you too, and i don't want that.
Thank you for the concerned individuals who supported me, i will try harder to be better, and this will be the last time i will mention this matter.
Thank you also for reading and hope you liked it!