HEY ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! I'M BACK! Okay, so I haven't updated for a little while, but I have an excuse: it's been one hell of a week. One, I had, like, a million assignments and projects to complete before spring break and it was ridiculous all of them. Two, I had to read, read, READ my ass off. Three, I had to train and practice for a piano competition I am doing. Four, I had to go through conditioning (a.k.a. Hell Week) for track (which sucked EPICALLY). Five, I was sexually assaulted. TWICE. How you may ask? I'm glad you're worried about my well-being, so I'll tell you. (And if you didn't ask how, I'm gonna tell you anyway!) Okay, so I didn't really get sexually assaulted, it was just a bunch of hilarious events that happened to be quite sexual. I have a friend, let's call him Bradley. Okay, so Bradley is a very short and pale dude and I've known since five-ever. So in Social Studies, we were in class doing our projects and all of a sudden, I hear the boys in my class laughing. I ignored them—per usual—and continued my work. Then they starting chanting me name and told me to look up. I did. Rookie mistake. Staring in front of my face was Bradley's pale, white ass. He. Fucking. Mooned. Me. IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS! And also today, we were playing Spoons in class (for all of you who don't know how to play Spoons, it is a hilariously aggressive card game) and my friend, let's call him Jack, passed one of the spoons to me. You see, he and I made an illegal alliance, so when he passed it to me, he had to be discreet. Instead of being "under the radar" like he was supposed to, he took the spoon in his hand and shoved in down the front of my shirt, in my bra, and yelled, "Now nobody can have it!" You would think my other friends would back down, right? WRONG. One of my guy friends, let's call him Drake, leaned forward, shoved his hand in between my cleavage, and grabbed the spoon while "accidentally" grabbing my boob. As you might imagine, I punched—not smacked, punched—the smug look off his face. It was the most stressful week of my life.
Okay, so I'm sorry for the unplanned rant, I just thought that what happened was hilarious and that you guys would enjoy it. Anyway, here's my story. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Shit. Except my boobs. And that spoon Drake stole from in between my boobs.
4 MONTHS AND 26 DAYS BEFORE DEATH
Shit. I'm late. Again.
Hurtling down the stairs, I practically grabbed Ari by the scruff of his neck and hurled him out the front door.
Two minutes before the late bell was supposed to ring and we were ten minutes away from school. Just great. Even though Ari and I knew it was pointless, we still ran like hell trying to make it. Jumping over trash cans and jetting through alleyways, we raced against time. When we came to the junction between my school and Ari's, I chose to take the path that led to Ari's school in case he was able to make it to classes.
Surely enough, we were able to make it just as the late bell rang. Good for him. Bad for me. Not even taking the time to make sure Ari was inside, I ran back to the junction and flew to my school, hoping against hope that I'd make it, which of course I didn't because fate is a little bitch, now isn't she?
Five minutes later, I was banging my head against the wall, wondering if I caused myself a concussion that might excuse my absence. Sighing, I slid away from the slightly dented wall and slumped towards the parking lot. Looking up, my breath was stolen from my chest.
Leaning against a lamppost stood my knight in shining armor—well, his armor really just consisted of ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket (all black of course), but he still looked mighty fine in it. His long, ragged black hair was blowing in the gentle breeze, causing it to shield his bottomless eyes. When he heard me walking towards him, he looked up at me and gave me one of rare smiles that made my heart melt and my stomach do aerials.
"Hey." I said as I sidled up next to him.
"Hey." Fang replied.
"What are you…?" I cocked my head to the side and raised my eyebrows.
"Same as you. I was late so according to this school's bitchy policies, I can't go in." Fang tried to look apologetic about this fact and failed miserably.
"You ever wonder why everyone at this school is so bitchy?" I asked.
"I know. The teachers, the students, the policies. It's like everything is run by a bitch code." Fang joked, causing me to snort. "So what do we do now?"
Mulling it over, I proposed, "How about another ditch day? Like, the one we had that other time."
"Okay, okay. But we can't go to the pier. Tide is coming in, so the waters are probably swamping that place. How 'bout a movie instead?"
"Wouldn't people wonder why we aren't in school?"
"Max, we look eighteen, maybe even nineteen. It'll be fine." Fang brushed the matter away.
"And if worse comes to worse you could always get us out of trouble by sleeping with them, just like the manwhore you are," I remarked brightly and laughed as Fang attempted to rip me a new one.
"And if worse comes to even worse, you could always entertain the authorities with the tales of a virgin high school senior." This time it was Fang who laughed when I tried to knee him in his balls. "So shall we go?" Holding out his hand, Fang flashed me a lopsided smile. What a gentlemen.
"I suppose." Taking his hand, I let him lead the way, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't let it go.
And thus our second Ditch Day began. As planned, we went to the movies and saw some weird action/sci-fi movie where aliens came down to earth and kidnapped people's babies. There were a lot of cheesy plot twists that made us gag. For example, in almost every scene someone was shirtless. During a particular scene when a chick wasn't even wearing a bra nor a bikini top, Fang leaned over and I could feel his warm breath against my ear as he whispered, "What is this, Fifty Shades of Grey?" I nearly snorted popcorn out of my nose but managed to control myself before nodding. Throughout the rest of the movie we whispered commentary on the actors' bad acting and the super fake explosive scenes. I know you may think we sound snotty, but you have to understand that we have basis for our judgement. After all, Nudge is the most dramatic teenager on the face of North America, so through the memories of dealing with her mental breakdowns and dramatic fazes, I think I am as skilled as any actor when it comes down to it (well, at least I'm as skilled in pretending I care as the next one). And don't even get me started on explosives. I have survived years upon years upon years of dealing with Iggy's ever growing fascination with pyrotechnics. I have seen a couple of explosions in my day, and I can assure you that the ones in this movie are to the real deal as 1960s cartoons are to 2000s animations. So, so, SO outdated.
Hell, even when the main character "tragically" died trying to save the love of his life (a girl with ENORMOUS jugs he met three scenes ago), you could faintly hear laughter in the background. Yeah, that was me. But it's not like I was disturbing anyone. There was no one else in the theatre because (a) they didn't come in the first place since this movie sucks ass or (b) those who did come had the common sense to sneak out of the theatre and sneak into another movie right after the previews played. The movie finally ended with another terrible explosion, to which Fang and I stood to our feet and applauded, shouting at the top of our lungs "YES, IT'S OVER!" Exiting the movie theatre, we walked across the street to a pizza place with deep dish pizzas to die for.
Ordering an extra-large deep dish pizza, we sat in a booth and waited for our food to arrive. By the time it did come, I had grown gray hairs and was in need of a walker.
"Finally," Fang grumbled as the waitress dropped off our food. "Okay, so how 'bout we split this pizza 50-50 each?"
"Sure, two slices for you, four slices for me," I chirped and made a move to grab the whole pizza but Fang took it first.
"Uh, no. One slice for you, five slices for me," Fang smirked and I just rolled my eyes.
"Fangie-Poo," I started, batting my eyes. "I may be a girl, but I can eat like a sumo wrestler. Fork over the pizza." I made another move to take the pizza but Fang scooted it even farther away from me. Starting to get irritated, I slid out of my side of the booth and slid next to Fang. "Okay, okay, okay. Truce. How about we split it 50-50 for real, three-three each?" Like any true business negotiator, I offered my hand to him. Looking at me with no small amount of suspicion, Fang accepted my hand and we shook on it. We looked into each other's eyes and for a split second the world seemed to still, then we burst with fits of laughter to the point where we were holding our sides. We split the food evenly and ate to our hearts' content, which as you would imagine would include ordering three more pizzas.
When we had finally finished our meal, we got up, threw down some cash as a tip, and walked out. As we were leaving, one of the waiters yelled over to us, "Enjoy the rest of your date!" I stopped in my tracks and whipped my head around to look for whoever said this, but whoever the culprit was had already ducked his or her head back down. I looked over to Fang to see how he was reacting, but I guess he hadn't heard because he was continuing down the street without a care in the world. I hurried after him but as I fell in step with him, my thoughts were racing.
Date? This couldn't possibly be a date? Almost immediately after I thought this, it occurred to me that going to the movies together and getting lunch together was pretty date like in itself. Shaking my head, I thought: There is absolutely NO WAY this is a date. I mean, Fang is my best friend. He would never see me as anything more. Although I stood firmly on this belief, the thought of Fang not thinking of me as anything beyond a companion saddened me in ways that I didn't think were possible. I guess it showed because Fang kept on glancing at me with this annoyingly concerned look on his face. I have no idea why, but just looking at him looking at me pissed me off so much that I wanted to either smack the worry out of him or kiss his troubles away. Max. You need to stop, my inner Voice's tone was sharper on every word. Now. Fang is like a brother to you. True enough. Lately we had been hanging out so much I practically lived at his house. And there was that time that I did live in his house….Nothing good will come from this, my bitchy inner voice preached. If anything, you'll ruin your friendship with Fang! Or worse: HE'LL HATE YOU!
You ever want to punch yourself in the face sometimes? Yeah, I understand your struggle. At that moment all I wanted to do was pull an ostrich: slam my head into the ground and never come up for air. What with all these worries, I felt like a…like a…like a TEENAGE GIRL. Crazy how that works, huh?
"Hey, Max…" The sound of Fang calling me went in one ear and out the other. I was too busy worrying that I just ducked my head down and kept walking. "Max…?" Again, just like adult instructions, in one ear and out the other. I think I might be going insane, I stressed even more. "MAX!" With a jolt, I jerked my head up in time to feel something crash into my back sending me sprawling. The mystery object was heavy and laid like a weight over my torso. In the position I had landed, my face had given the concrete a big 'ole kiss, resulting in a cut below my right eye. A trickle of blood slid down my face like a crimson tear.
Squirming to see what had happened, I managed to turn around under the weight of the mystery object and saw that it was not a mystery object at all, but Fang. "What. The. Hell. Dude. What the fuck was that for?!"
"I just saved your LIFE, dumbass! You walked into the middle of the busy street like a moron and nearly got yourself run over by a semi!" My eyebrows shot up and I squirmed to look past Fang's body. Sure enough there was an angry semi-truck driver climbing out of his vehicle, marching towards us, all the while shouting profanities so vile nearby mothers had to cover their children's ears. Looking back at Fang, I saw that his annoyance had disappeared. His eyebrows were knitted, his dark eyes cloudy, his hair covering his eyes—per usual—from my perspective, he looked like a dark angel looking down from heaven towards me. Max. Shut. Up. You. Sound. Like. A. DORK. My inner voice scolded me, and it had arms, they would totally be crossed. Hey, what's wrong with being a dork? I answered myself like a total schizophrenic. Bottom line, Fang was HOT. And just the like the flustered idiot I am, I responded with the stupidest words possible.
"Get off me." I nearly jumped with how cold my words sounded in my ears.
"What?" Fang's expression went from concerned to confusion to annoyance again.
"You heard me. Get. Off." Why was I being so sassy? I wonder this question daily, and then I realize that my sassiness is my defense against my feelings, it is the wall I put up and barricade myself from others, it is my mask disguising my true thoughts. And then I fall into a deep depression because of how idiotic I sound and act.
Scowling, Fang got up. Once he got to his feet, he didn't so much as offer his hand to me. Ouch. "What's your problem?"
"Nothing." I say as I get to my own feet. Fang looks like he's about to say more but the angry, morbidly obese truck driver had already reached us.
"WHAT. THE HELL. WAS THAT?!" With each word or phrase, the chubby man heaved in wheezing breaths. I couldn't tell if his state was because he was so pissed off or because he needed an inhaler, or better yet a forklift. "WHAT. KIND OF IDIOT. JUMPS INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. LIKE THAT?! IF YOUR FRIEND HADN'T BEEN THERE TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS, YOU COULD HAVE DIED, OR WORSE, I COULD HAVE LOST MY JOB! DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY JOB?!"
Eager to make amends, I mumbled, "No, sir-"
"THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!" As he shouted, his quadruple chin jiggled and wiggled, making it extremely hard for me to concentrate on his words. "IF I LOSE MY JOB WHAT THEN, HUH? I HAVE A WIFE AND TWO KIDS AT HOME, EXPECTING ME TO MAKE MONEY BECAUSE GOD FORBID THEY EVER DO ANYTHING WITH THEIR LIVES! IF I LOSE MY JOB, WHAT OTHER SOURCE OF HAPPINESS WILL I GAIN IN LIFE?!" I was about to answer, but then I remember how this guy seemed to love rhetorical questions, so I kept my mouth shut. Wrong choice. "ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST DUMB? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION."
"Oh, um…maybe from your wife and kids?" My answer was more like a question.
"WRONG. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU'RE YOUNG, SO LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU. MARRIAGE IS AN ILLUSION. IT IS THE UNHAPPY UNION OF ONE PEACE OF MEAT TO ANOTHER PEACE OF MEAT. THE ONLY THING THAT HOLDS THEM TOGETHER IS SEXUAL ATTRACTION. AND ONCE THAT'S GONE, SO IS THE MARRIAGE. IF I HAD KNOWN WHAT I WAS IN FOR WHEN I GOT DOWN ON ONE KNEE, I WOULD HAVE STUCK WITH BANGING PROSTITUTES ON THE STREET CORNER, STD OR NO STD." I don't know when this guy decided to start giving me life coaching, but I decided to just roll with it.
"Well, what about your kids?" Fang asked. I shot off a glare at him for encouraging the guy, and he replied with one every bit as icy.
"OH, DON'T GET ME STARTED ON KIDS. THEY'RE LOUD. THEY'RE ANNOYING. ALL THEY SAY IS, "ME, ME, ME" AND THEY HAVE NO PROBLEM GOBBLING UP MY MONEY TO SPEND ON THEIR USUAL TOYS AND EVEN MORE USELESS EDUCATION. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. WHO NEEDS TO LEARN GEOMETRY? WHEN DOES ANYBODY EVER USE IT IN REAL LIFE? I SURE AS HELL DON'T. AND EVEN THOUGH I DON'T SEE ANY SENSE IN CONTINUING WITH SUCH USELESS ENDEVOURS, MY BRICK OF A WIFE WHINES HOW THEY NEED SCHOOL TO MAKE SOMETHING OF THEMSELVES OR ELSE THEY'LL END UP "LIKE THEIR FATHER"." Once this guy started, it was clear that there was no stopping until he got his rant out of his system.
"How about you trying to reignite that, uh, spark with your wife?" I asked.
"HA! YOU'RE FUNNY." When he saw that I wasn't joking, he coughed awkwardly into his hand and continued. "LOOK KID, THAT AIN'T EVER GOING TO HAPPEN. MY WIFE, LIKE I SAID, IS A BRICK. IN ORDER TO HAVE PASSION, ONE MUST HAVE ECSTASY, AND IN ORDER TO HAVE ECSTASY, ONE MUST HAVE A HARD-ON. AFTER THE SECOND BABY, MY WIFE'S FIGURE HAS BECOME THE SHAPE OF A BANANA: STRAIGHT. NO CURVES. NO BULGING BOSSOMS. NOT A HINT OF A FLIRTING FIGURE. JUST ROLLS AND ROLLS OF FAT. I HAVE TRIED HER IN EVERY POSITION IMAGINABLE BUT THERE SIMPLY IS NO PRICK IN MY DICK. IGNITING OUR "SPARK" IS NOTHING BUT A FANTASY." He leaned closer to Fang and glared at me as he said in a VERY loud whisper, "AND IF YOU WANT MY ADVICE, KID, YOU'LL DITCH THIS CHICK AND STAY SINGLE. THERE ARE PLENTY OF WHORES TO GO AROUND." Fang at least had the decency to look shocked by what this weird hillbilly of a trucker had to say, but before he could get a word edge-wise, the man had already spun around and was walking back to his truck. "MAKE SURE YOU DON'T RUN IN FRONT OF ANYMORE TRUCKERS, YOU HEAR GIRLY? TAKE CARE, YOU TOO." And with that, he got back into his semi and sped off.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I have no idea why I wrote what I just did. It kind of just appeared on my page. Regardless of this fact, I shall not erase this masterpiece.)
As the truck driver left, we were left in both shock and confusion at what had just occurred. Taking this in stride, Fang turned back to me and said, "You know, I think we have had enough of the city. The thick smog messes with people's brains and makes them nutty. I'd rather not encounter another wackjob anytime soon."
Nodding my head, I said, "Agreed."
For a while, we walked aimlessly, turning street corners and around bends without a word or breath spoken between us. Almost as if fate had pulled us towards it, we arrived at the docks and silently sat at the water's edge. Although the tides were high, the waters threatening to suck us in, and the sky was a tumultuous gray with dark cumulonimbus clouds, the sight took my breath away. There was something about the dark, grim overcast that certain things in life seemed to have that drew me in. I guess that's one of the things that made me like Fang: his dark, conservative exterior's contrast to his warm, gentle, loving interior.
Snap out of it, Max! My inner voice screamed at me. It would never work, so there's no need to pointlessly delude yourself any longer! Although I knew I was right, it still didn't stop me from taking a peek at him. As discreetly as I could I took in his strong, lean arms his flat stomach that was undoubtedly riddled with muscles underneath his shirt. Even the way he smelled made me feel like I would be safe, and I soaked in his aura like a sponge. My eyes wandered up to face and I nearly fell off the wharf when I saw that he was looking right at me. Uh oh, like a mother scolding her child my inner voice tsked at me. You just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
"Is something bothering you?" His eyes looked glazed over and shiny at the same time as they focused their laser beam gaze on me. "If there's something troubling you, you know that you can come to me with it, right?" Tilting his head he gave me an encouraging half smile that made me want to tell him how I had this insane notion in my brain that was singing how I was in love with him. "I am, after all, your best friend." And there was that damn "f" word. Friend. That word was like a curse word to me and not the fun kind. Upon hearing that word, my guard was up and I instinctively scooched a couple of spaces away from Fang.
FANG POV
"Is something bothering you?" I asked as I searched her face for any clues. Her face with those chocolatey, dark brown eyes, that cute button nose, those luscious kissable, bitable lips…Snap out of it, Fang! I yelled at myself. You need to stop before you tackle her with your mouth! Mentally shaking my head, I refocused my attention on Max. "If there's something troubling you, you know that you can come to me with it right?" I tilted my head in what I hoped was cute and studied her reaction. Biting her lip unconsciously, Max looked at me almost pleadingly. I knew she wanted to tell me whatever it was, so I tried to give her a little nudge. "I am, after all, your best friend." After saying this last sentence, I wanted to throw my body into the waves and drown myself. Did I seriously just "friend zone" the girl I'm in love with? I had the urge to punch myself in the face, but resisted for the sake of appearances.
Max obviously had a bad reaction to what I had said because she immediately scooched her cute little butt away from me. "It's nothing," she mumbled. I rolled my eyes and forged on.
"It can't possibly be nothing if it is an "it" in the first place. What's bother you?" I scooched a pace closer to which she bolted to her feet.
"Really, there's nothing wrong." Turning to leave, Max began to pace the back to land. Getting to my own feet, I shouted behind her, "Why do you do that?!"
"Do what?" She replied. I should have just stopped then and there, but I never do what I should, so why start now?
"Why do you run away?" I asked.
"I don't run away." To prove her point, she took a couple steps forward. I guess that's progress, I thought to myself, so I forged on.
"Yes, you do. Whenever me or Iggy or anyone else start to worry about you, you either start to bitch out or run away." I take a step forward towards her, and then another one.
"I do NOT bitch out-" Max's face was red and I could tell she was starting to get pissed off—a warning sign that I should stop—but just like that truck driver, once the words started, they wouldn't stop until they were finished.
"YES YOU DO!" I yelled. "You bitch out and do something to purposefully make us mad so that we'll back off. You may think you're being slick, but you aren't because I know and Iggy knows and EVERYONE IN THE GODDAMN WORLD KNOWS THAT YOU'RE AFRAID."
For a minute or two, Max stared at me in stunned silence. When she finally did speak, her voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear. "Really now? So I guess you know my whole life story, huh? If you know SO MUCH about me, then tell me, Fang, what am I so afraid of?" I opened my mouth to answer, but thought better of it. The look in her eyes said that she wasn't messing around, plus I didn't know the answer. "ANSWER ME!" She screamed at my silence.
"I don't know." My voice had become softer than a mouse's pattering paws.
"What was that?" Max's eyes raged and her jaw was working overtime.
"I said I don't know!" I yelled.
"Exactly! YOU DON'T KNOW. That's because you don't know ME or anything about ME." In some distant part of my mind, I registered that there was thunder in the distance.
"THEN LET ME LEARN!" My voice boomed across the lake and back, echoing in both me and Max's ears. "Let me learn," I said in a quieter voice. "I want to learn more about you."
"Don't you know enough?" The volume of Max's voice dropped down to match mine.
"I could never get enough of you. I mean, yeah, I know what your favorite color is and what kind of toppings you like on your triple deckered ice cream, but that's not enough for me. I want to know what's going on in your head, what you're feeling, the very depths of your soul. I want to know Maximum Ride."
"It's none of your business. Why do you care even anyway?" Max's voice cracked as she spoke.
Chuckling softly to myself, I said, "Would you believe me if I said because I'm your best friend?"
"That's not good enough!" For some reason that I had yet to learn, Max's eyes began to water and her fists clenched 'til they were white with the pressure. She looked so…so broken. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and protect her from the evils plaguing her. But if I tried that, I knew she would punch me in many undesirable places.
"Well then I guess it's because I'm in love with you." And with that the heavens seemed to open and rain fell to the earth. Almost like we had been transported into some cheesy romance movie.
Max's eyes grew to the size of saucers and she slowly shook her head. "Y-You don't mean that…" Shaking her head with more vigor, she shouted at me, "You're lying!"
"No I'm not, Max. I would never lie about this to you. I'm in love with you." Although I said these words calmly, on the inside I was freaking out. Why the fuck would I tell her?! I screamed at myself. I mean, she obviously isn't taking it well.
"There's no way in hell that you could possibly be in love with me! All I am to you is a best friend." Max took several more steps forward so that she was standing in front of me. The rain made her clothes cling to her thin frame and her hair lolled down her face in stringy strands. Looking into her eyes, I couldn't tell if the lines on her cheeks were rain drops or tears.
"Don't you know that soul mates have to be best friends first?" I smiled gently at her and tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze was dodging me.
"Look, I'm done with this. We both know you're lying because there's no way that you could possibly love someone like me. So if you'll excuse me…" Max tried to shove past me, but I grabbed her arm, whirled her around, and kissed her.
At first the kiss was sloppy and hesitant on her part, but soon enough we were practically breathing each other. I could taste rainwater on her soft lips and I could smell the sea breeze in her hair. Letting go of her arm in favor of her waist, I wrapped my arms around Max and pulled her in as close as I could manage. When we finally separated, we were both gasping for air and slightly dazed. Leaning my forehead against hers, I whispered, "I love you because there is no one like you. You are unique, you are beautiful, and please know that you are loved."
MAX POV
The kiss was amazing. It literally took my breath away. Kissing Fang, it felt like I was connected to his very soul and when we separated, I yearned for that feeling again. Fang leaned his forehead onto mine and I felt the cool rainwater wash over our heated faces. "I love you because there is no one like you," I heard him whisper. "You are unique, you are beautiful, and please know that you are loved." Once I heard his words, my inner wall—the wall that kept me from feeling, the wall that segregated me from everyone else—cracked. I felt my knees cave underneath me and Fang went down with me so that we were on our knees. I wrapped my arms around Fang's neck and placed my head in the middle of his chest. And I cried. My heaving sobs wracked my body as I let loose. Now I know what you're thinking: "What the heck, Max? Why you crying, girl, when you should partaying! You finally got yo man! Celebrate!" Now don't get me wrong; I intend to celebrate plenty but the tears I shed weren't tears of sadness. I was crying because I was letting everything go. All the fear and rage and sadness and shame I had felt in the past couple of months—no the past couple of years—I let it all go in a torrent of hectic, ugly, genuine tears. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.
When I had finished, I drew myself up, and planted my lips on Fang's. The kiss I gave wasn't as fierce as our first, but it was just as passionate if not more. When I drew back, I looked up into Fang's eyes and said, "I love you, too," just as two more tears trickled down my face. Looks like I wasn't out of tears after all.
SO GUYS…YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. That all just happened. Told you guys that I would have more FAX and I believe I have delivered. So I hope you guys enjoy this chappy. Don't forget to R&R because I love to hear from you guys SO FUCKING MUCH! I LOVE YOU BECAUSE THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU. YOU ARE UNIQUE, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, AND PLEASE KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED. And remember:
Watch the skies,
Doctor Bessy