Hey guys! Don't hate me until after you read both the chapter and the author's note at the end, okay? Love, An-Incredibly-Slow-Updater.

Disclaimer: You guys are intelligent. You know the drill.

After Max and I said goodbye, there was no way for me to go home. Or anywhere, really. I just needed to…I don't know…not be in any particular place. After I dropped off Max at her house, and Nudge at mine (She was not thrilled about waiting for an hour after the game…oops!), I just drove. I merged onto the highway and drove until all traces of civilization disappeared (that took maybe an hour). Driving helps me think. As soon as civilization reappeared, I found a coffee shop to hang out at for a while.

Monday, September 5, 2011, 4:17 PM

You know those extremely stupid clichés, the kind that make you physically cringe at their sheer cheesiness? I am sure you can think of a few. In case you live under a rock, here are a few examples: "You are my dream come true." "This is the happiest day of my life." "I am the luckiest person in the world." and, oh God, "Words cannot express how much I love you."

Please take into account how much it pains me to say this; seriously, I am practically dry heaving right now. Here goes nothing…when I kissed The Girl today, every single one of those goddamned clichés came to life for me.

But "it's not always rainbows and butterflies," remember?

As much as I truly wish that the entire confession wasn't necessary, The Girl has had a much harder time than I have in the past several years. I'm not sure that "confession" is the right word, because I feel like that implies that The Girl did something wrong. Please nderstand that that is the farthest thing from the truth as is possible. It's much too personal to share on here, but you need to trust me.

Anyways, this revealing-of-truths happened right before I lost it. Then, I kissed her. Somewhere in the middle of all that, she recognized me. So now I am Fang once again.

Phase One of my mission is accomplished. (Hah-"mission"! That implies that this-any of this, really- was planned. Good one!) Though I don't understand why or how, I know that today was a really big step. We crossed a bridge, or whatever that psychologist-crap is nowadays.

Now, I need to heal her.

-Fang

A/N:

Wow, do you guys hate me? I am officially the SLOWEST UPDATER EVER. Seriously. I haven't been writing for a long time, and recently I got back into things a bit. Ie-I got into a really depressed mood one day and decided to vent by writing an incredibly depressing story. Go angsty teenager days! Ugh. If you want to read a really sad and mostly pointless story, maybe consider checking out Footsteps on my page. Anyways! So I really want to continue with writing this story again. I reread The Girl With the Broken Smile before I wrote this chapter just now-by the way, pretty sure that this is the shortest chapter I have ever written. I will get to longer ones!-and it is almost hard for me to recognize my own writing. But…in a good way! This is surprising to me. I really like this story, and I think that I have done a pretty good job with things so far (except for the infrequent updating thing). So the thing is…I need some ideas! Jumping back into things is a little hard, and I didn't really know where to start today. What do you guys think? Where would you like to see things go? Do you even want me to continue? PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK! It would make me very happy to hear from you guys again! I hope that I don't disappoint. Love you all! Bye! Brina 3