First of all, I would like to apologize deeply and genuinely as I have not been updating this story. Yes, I could use the "I was busy" excuse, but it was more than that. I felt no desire and inspiration to write for the longest time and whenever I would feel like writing, I'd think to myself, "what am I gonna even write? I don't know how to carry on this story." Personally, I don't like how my story is going, I messed up in the plot and I don't know how to fix it anymore. Re-reading it over again, I feel really embarrassed at my noob-level of writing with the level of cuss words and the cheesiness of the plot and now the climax. I wish I could re-do them, but I can't-that's why I had no desire to write for the longest time. However, it wasn't until 11:34pm of this day that I thought: "heck, I haven't written in a long time!" So now, half an hour away from my 18th birthday, I am desperate writing the next chapter that will hopefully be published within the next few days. I would like to apologize again about the plot and the wow-you're-so-creative climax that the foolish old me created because I was like "crap, I gotta do something! I gotta write!" that I cannot fix-trying to though as of right now. Luckily, once the fifteenth chapter is published, I know how to continue it until the end so it'll be like a BAM-BAM-BAM! kind of thing; kind of like what will happen to me when my parents see my final IB grades. I am a failure in life. Dishonor on my family.
As an apology, I would like to publicly embarrass myself in front of you guys by stating these random and painfully-awkward facts about me:
1) I once met this really attractive German-Filipino dude in my internship who goes to UPenn, but grew up in the UK so he developed a British accent. From his chair, he got up and moved to sit right next to me and started talking to me about the project that we were working on. His lovely face was so close to mine that I couldn't help but stare into his eyes and let his thick accent drift through my inattentive ears. My eyes then started wavering and watering BECAUSE he was so attractive and that, ladies and gentlemen, was the first time I literally cried because of someone's utter beauty.
2) My parents are forcing me to have a birthday dinner for once and I pleaded to my friend the exact same words, "No, please don't leave me alone with them! I'm serious they REALLY want me to invite a friend with me to make sure that I actually have friends! Yes, [meet at] the movie area."
3) My very innocent-minded and masculine male friend saw my Iwatobi Free! posters. I could have left it at that, but it's kinda funny if you know what happened afterwards. He then gave me a weird look as he held several posters of the half-naked, muscular, handsome young men that I adore. I defended, "hey, they ACTUALLY swim, okay! It may not look like it, but they actually swim like 90% of the time." His lips said "hey, I'm not judging," but his mind screamed, "get me the hell out of this crazy homosexual-loving girl's house!" Yeahh... I already shipped him with another guy then anyways. Too late now, buddy.