I'm back! Actually I've been back since April 20th but it takes a while to write my chapters. I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story. I love writing it and I did get some inspiration while I was in the Big Apple! I had a twelve hour bus ride there and back! We left at 9:30 at night on Wednesday April 16th and so we were supposed to "sleep" on the bus. I did sleep for a few hours but during those quiet times in the wee hours of the morning I was thinking about this story. Also, I was at this authentic comic book store and I bought a Kurt bust that is him dressed as a pirate! I love it and I found it so fitting considering my profile name is Captain Nightcrawler! Haha! Another really ironic thing is someone at my school got expelled while I was away which is weird because that is what Kurt is worried about and considering when I wrote the first chapter I mentioned it was mid April and the weather was exactly like it's been here! WEIRD! No foreshadowing here at all, seriously… Haha, I'm just stating some things that have influenced me a bit for this story and things that I've been taking into consideration. Don't worry; there won't be any Pirates of the Caribbean crossovers or anything, and Kurt will not be going on an epic adventure sailing the seven seas. I'm sorry, but he just won't be doing so… not in this story anyway.

P.S. I am truly sorry for offending anyone with the cursing. I actually went back and made the swearing into German. When I get writing I just get so caught up in the moment. I went back and realized it would have probably been less offensive but the same message would have gotten across with German cursing. Please accept my sincerest apologies. And as always, thank you for the amazing reviews and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart. It was such a great welcoming home when I read all those wonderful comments. I could go on and on but I literally mean every single one of you guys, thank you. And for the people, who have written little pointers here and there, thank you I appreciate it and I always take your constructive criticism to heart. I always need someone to tell me how to improve otherwise I'd be stagnant. And as for the one comment about Kurt being in the circus in the X-men Evolution cartoons, I looked that up and they never mentioned it but I may touch upon it because I always liked that aspect of Kurt's character, probably because my friends and family tell me I should be in it. I hope I don't let anyone down, it's another filler chapter but I need to give you guys this information or it's not going to make sense. Believe me, I took creative writing in school and once all this information is given to you, it makes all the interesting chapters make more sense! And there is more God talk so I'm sorry if I offend, remember it's just a story but I don't think I wrote anything offensive. But here is chapter five!

Chapter 5:

The residents of the Xavier Institute were all seated at the dinner table. Ororo had made a big spaghetti dinner, but no one really felt like eating. They just silently pushed their food around on their plates. The only noises that were heard in the past fifteen minutes were the chimes of silverware on china. By then everyone else had heard the news about Kurt's unpleasant incident at school that day, and they knew he wasn't going to be the same for a while considering he locked himself up in his room and refused anyone's company. The other bewildering factor on their minds was that only God knew what was going to happen to him at school if he ever returned.

Xavier scanned the students from his spot at the head of the long, white, granite table. He paid special notice to those who bore witness to Kurt's ordeal. Rogue caught his gaze first. Her left fist was supporting her porcelain cheek while her right hand stick handled a meatball with her fork. Scott and Jean were seated across the table from Rogue. Both of them seemed to be taking little involuntary bites here and there. Evan was in a similar pose as Rogue, except his mindless attention was focused on twirling his fork in the spaghetti and watching the noodles wrap tightly around the utensil. Then Charles turned to Kitty who was sitting to his right in between himself and Rogue. Her hands rested in her lap with a vacant expression extended across her gorgeous face. Although the entire table was noiseless, Charles knew Kitty's silent behaviour was an obvious aftereffect of what had taken place earlier and that somehow she felt responsible for what had happened to Kurt. Xavier knew he needed to get some clarification out of Kurt and Kitty to settle their minds before Kurt had to deal with the public and the school. Xavier sent Kitty a mental message, as not to raise suspicion out of the other students.

"Kitty, if you don't mind, after dinner I'd like to speak with you in the library."

She snapped out of her abstraction and back to reality. She blinked several times as the professor's calm but assertive voice reverberated through her mentality. The thing that annoyed her most about the professor and Jean's telepathy was that no one could pretend they didn't hear them. Either one of them could send a mental message to a hearing impaired person and be heard as clear as day. There was no excuse for any of the other Xavier students not to hear them. She had no other choice than to respond.

"About what?"

"I'd like to speak with you and Kurt about what happened at school this afternoon."

Kitty winced both mentally and physically. She had heard Kurt's confessions, about how frustrating it was for him to deal with his mutations, only hours ago. She had seen how intricate it was for him to verbally express what he was "doomed" to live the rest of his life with. She didn't want to hear anymore of the disconcerting things Kurt would say especially in front of the professor where there would be no secrets and nothing would be watered down. He would be exposing it all, every last detail. There was no way to back out of the conversation that would be taking place after supper, and all Kitty knew was that she was not looking forward to it at all, and she knew Kurt wouldn't be either.

It was a regular chore that all the students had to participate in cleaning after group events, such as dinner. The entire time Kitty stood over the sink, robotically scrubbing dishes, she tried to prepare herself for whatever reactions Kurt would potentially illustrate. She wasn't sure if her heart could handle hearing anymore of the hardships he had gone through. She went through all the ways she would keep her composure if he got angry, if he remained silent or worse yet, if he cried. When she finally put away the last dish, she knew it was time to go meet the professor and Kurt. Kitty decided to take her time and uneasily made her way through the ostentatious mahogany hallway to the library.

As she passed through the foyer, she looked around the mansion and thought about her first time there. She remembered feeling so upset about being a mutant and how determined she had been not to enjoy herself at the institute. As Kitty walked past the luxurious staircase, where she had met Kurt for the first time, she thought about their first impressions and how they reacted towards one another.

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Kitty walked through the front doors of the mansion and set her bags at her feet. She had to admit, the establishment she'd be living in was amazing, but it didn't silence that voice in her head telling her she was no longer fit to live in the company of "normal" people.

Charles Xavier, otherwise known as the professor, had led Kitty to his institute. The safe haven was created by Charles Xavier and Eric Lencher for people who possessed "gifts", like herself, to live in harmony and learn control. Charles still managed it all and continued to bring in new mutants, whereas Eric had broken off and started his own coven known as "The Brotherhood".

"Kitty, I'd like you to meet some of the other residents." Charles said in his consoling and accepting voice.

At the end of the staircase was a seating area. Two velvet maroon sofas with gold armrests sat parallel to each other with glossy chestnut end tables on either side. At the other end of the sofas was an old fashioned ottoman with dark, forest green padding and rusted brown legs that matched the end tables. On one of the couches sat Scott and Jean who were quietly talking amongst themselves, while Ororo's tall and stunning frame was graciously seated in the armchair. At the end of the other sofa was Logan shielded behind the morning's newspaper. Xavier gestured for Kitty to follow him as he wheeled himself towards the group.

"Kitty, I'd like you to meet Scott Summers, also known as 'Cyclops'. He is the team leader of what we call the 'X-men'. I believe we explained that to you back at your house."

Scott stood up and held his hand out to shake Kitty's.

"Nice to meet you, Kitty."

"Scott's power is the ability to shoot laser-like energy from his eyes. Without those crimson sunglasses, he has no control over his power. And this is Jean Grey. I believe you met her back at the house when we paid you a visit. She possesses telepathic abilities much like my own."

"I don't think I'm nearly as strong as you, professor."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Someday your power could surpass my own."

"It's nice to meet you again, Kitty. I'm really glad that you're giving this a chance. I know it was the best decision I ever made."

Kitty smiled meekly at Jean's comment and shook her hand. Ororo had stood up and slowly walked over to the professor's side. She was a very beautiful and graceful woman. Her skin was a rich bronze colour that, despite her true age, kept a youthful glow. Her hair fell just below her waist and was a brilliant, pure white colour. Kitty felt a sense of warmth and comfort when she looked into Ororo's atmospheric blue eyes that sparkled as she smiled.

"This is Ororo, also known as 'Storm'. I think the name is self explanatory. She is another teacher at this institute. She too will be helping you to gain more control over your newly found gifts."

"Hello, Kitty. Welcome to the institute. If there is anything you need, I'm always around. Don't hesitate to ask."

Kitty nodded and her comfortable feeling towards Ororo was reassured at her introduction.

"And this is Logan, also known as 'Wolverine'. His skeleton is made of indestructible metal which also has given him retractable claws. He is responsible for running all danger room sessions, which you will learn more about as we tour the rest of the mansion."

Logan folded the newspaper back a little bit to catch a glimpse of the "new arrival", and nodded as his formal greeting. He mildly ostracized the fact that Charles had to explain everyone else's powers to the new girl, especially his own.

"You'll have to excuse Logan. He isn't much for words." Scott laughed.

"Where is Kurt? I told him to be down here for Kitty's introduction."

"He's probably thinking of a way not to scare the girl."

Everyone glanced over at Logan as he spoke but never once put down his newspaper. Kitty couldn't help but notice everyone else's expressions at the mention of Kurt trying not to "scare" her. If anything, this Logan scared her.

"I'll get him down here." Jean said.

She lightly pressed the tips of her fingers to her temples and furrowed her brow. Kitty assumed that Jean sent this Kurt a telepathic message. Within an instant, a puff of navy blue smoke appeared beside the staircase. All Kitty could smell was the awful stench of sulfur and brimstone. It reminded her of driving through some sort of chemical valley on a hot and muggy day. Kitty could tell by everyone else's reactions towards the smoke that this was an annoying occurrence and no one had quite got used to the stench. Once the smoke cleared away, a young boy stood at the end of the banister staring back at Kitty.

"This is Kurt, also known as 'Nightcrawler'. He has the ability to teleport himself and anything he may be in contact with while doing so."

"Guten tag." Kurt simply nodded his head at Kitty and smiled.

"Hi."

"Kurt hasn't been here very long either. He moved here from Germany about two weeks ago." Charles stated.

Kitty examined Kurt closely. His skin was a light alabaster colour that contrasted nicely with his long navy blue hair. He seemed very fit. She could tell by his black t-shirt that hugged his chest. He wasn't like many of the other boys she had gone to school with. Most of the boys were either super buffed jocks, awkward lanky teenagers, or obese to the point where they waddled. In her mind, he was quite attractive. She couldn't help but smile at how cute his mannerisms were. He seemed to have a lot of energy and life in him. His hands were firmly shoved into the front pockets of his cargo shorts causing his shoulders to push up into a shrug while he smiled an endearing closed mouth grin. However, she almost felt a glimpse of disappointment when she really looked into his eyes. They too were a navy blue colour, much like his hair and the smoke he emerged from, but they seemed dull and lifeless considering how much liveliness he seemed to have emanating from him. She saw nothing scary about this boy; in fact, he seemed to calm Kitty's nerves about being in that institute. She figured she'd enjoy herself much more if this Kurt fellow was going to be there too. Kitty figured Logan was just talking about how abruptly he enters a room when he referred to the "scare" comment.

"Kurt, turn off your watch." Ororo had said in the sort scolding tone a mother would give her child to put back the sweets they threw into the grocery cart.

Kitty twitched as she brought herself out of her little daydream. She recalled watching, quite befuddled, as the brilliant ear to ear smile on Kurt's face slowly caved in and his lips formed into a hard line. He bowed his head and seemed to hesitate. She remembered thinking his demeanor looked as if someone had just said the worst insult you could possibly think of right to his face. Kurt sighed as his right hand hovered over his left wrist before he unhurriedly pushed down a little button on the watch. In an instant, the image of the young and quite handsome boy she had seen seemed to blur like a television station going off air. When the imaged cleared, standing in that normal boy's place, stood a furry, blue, demonic looking excuse for a human. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she covered her hand over her mouth to stop the inevitable scream.

Kitty brought herself out of her daydream of the past and back to the reality of the present. How could she have reacted towards him like that on her first day? She felt hollow as she realized how superficial she had been. Was the only reason she didn't like Kurt more than a friend because of his true appearance? She liked him before he showed his true self, and his watch certainly didn't change how his personality was. Why did she still not feel the same for him as he did for her?

Kitty continued walking at an unsteady pace until she reached the door to the library where she stopped and sighed. From the other side of the door she could hear the professor talking. She figured Kurt was already in the room, and hoped some of the discussion had already been over. Kitty anticipated it was all the parts she didn't want to hear. She poked her head through the door as not to disturb the conversation with the creaking of the door hinges. Sure enough, the professor was there seated across from Kurt. Xavier's elbows rested on the arms of his chair with his fingers folded on top of one another, like someone in prayer. The immense fireplace was lit and provided enough lighting for the entire room, highlighting Xavier's gentle face. However, she noticed a floor lamp flicked on behind the armchair that Kurt was hunched over in, casting eerie shadows over his sullen face.

"Kitty, I'm glad to see you came. Please, take a seat."

She took a deep breath and pulled the rest of her body through the solid door. Kurt never even looked up. He was crouched in the corner of the large chair with his tail lying limply beside him. He hugged his mid section close to his body as he turned his face to the fireplace in the opposite direction of Kitty. It seemed as if he was hiding from her. The intense light above him served as some form of spotlight, closely pointing out his every flaw.

"What did you want to talk about?" Kitty said taking a seat beside Kurt in an empty armchair.

"Well, we were discussing what to do about today's events."

"Why do you need me?"

"Well, Kitty. The school called."

She felt her heart stop as the blood rushed all the way from her toes to her face.

"What did they say?"

"They didn't really express how they wanted to deal with this situation very clearly. But the overall tone was outraged. However they didn't come right out and say he was expelled. "

"I still don't understand what this has to do with me."

"Well, I have arranged a meeting with the staff members of the school and the head of the school board to discuss some of their concerns. I'd like you to be there."

"Why me?"

"Because they are going to ask questions regarding what happened after he left the cafeteria, and you were the only one with him until Jean, Scott, Evan and Rogue got there."

"So is there going to be a…"

"They don't want me there."

Kurt remained perfectly immobile until he interrupted the conversation. He stayed in his same position, bunched up in the corner of the chair with his face turned away. All he wanted was to scream as loud as he possibly could. The entire trial had made him more irate each time he thought about it. He became even more infuriated at the fact that two people were talking about it right in front of him and not even acknowledging his presence.

Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Especially for my entire life!

"Now, Kurt. That's not exactly what they said, which is why I have arranged this meeting with the school. We are going to come to a consensus."

"Yeah, I wonder how that's going to turn out." Kurt's voice was dripping with sarcasm which was highly out of character from his usually cheery manners.

"Kurt, you have to give the teachers a chance if you want to be given one." Kitty cooed.

Kurt exhaled and bit his lip as the tip of his tail started to twitch which caught Kitty's attention causing her to involuntarily stare down at it. Every time his tail was noticeably moving all he wanted to do was rip it right off. Very heated, Kurt snatched the appendage with his hand and quickly turned to face Kitty. His piercing yellow eyes seemed to be staring straight into the depths of her soul. At that point, she would have given anything for him to actually be wearing his holowatch to hide the sheer fury on his face. Although she knew it was a horrible thing to think about someone as sweet and wonderful as Kurt usually was (especially since he was her best friend) but he really did resemble the demon he always thought he was at that exact moment.

"You want me to give them a chance?"

Kitty swallowed hard. She had no idea what to say, partly because she was slightly paralyzed in fear to say anything at all.

"Did any of them give me or anybody else a chance? Nein! We had to hide who we were for most of our high school lives! I've had to hide myself for my entire life! I've never, ever been given a cha-"

"Kurt, that's enough." Xavier's voice intruded. "We need to settle a few things between the two of you before I'd like to speak with you privately, Kurt. Understood?"

Kitty turned to face the professor and nodded while Kurt huddled himself back in the corner of the chair. He pulled his knees up to his chin while both his hands tightly gripped onto his tail, which looked as if it wanted to escape, in his lap.

"Good. Now, Kitty, I want you to know that nobody holds you responsible for what happened to Kurt today. Although I am disappointed that none of you made any efforts to help him before his image inducer was removed, I also understand that none of you wanted to jeopardize your own graduation."

"But that's not why I didn't help him sooner!"

"Then what held you back?"

It was quite apparent that Charles did not want to invade Kitty's mind for this conversation, otherwise he would have no reason to talk to her. He knew that if she had an issue, she would say it out loud in such an imperative conversation.

"I was scared… I couldn't even move. Everything seemed to happen so fast that my brain couldn't even process what was happening fast enough for me to react. And…" Kitty looked over at Kurt. She could feel her eyes stinging with tears as all the anger in him melted away and was replaced by complete sorrow that stretched itself across his face. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I don't know what else to say. Believe me; if I could go back I would have done something to stop it and you wouldn't be in this mess."

"It's fine. You're not the reason all of this happened… I could have teleported away too. But if I could go back in time I'd…"

"Kurt!"

The professor cut Kurt off for the second time. Kitty started to feel uneasy as she knew Charles had to be reading Kurt's thoughts and he was trying to stop him from saying whatever it was that he going to say. She was thankful for that, because she knew she did not want to hear it. Kurt looked at the mesmerizing flames in the fireplace. The blazes seemed to be dancing that pulled Kurt in a small hypnotized state. His hands were still wrapped tightly around his tail, which writhed free from his grip and brought Kurt back to reality.

"Kitty, you're not the reason why any of this happened. And you're not the only person who could have stopped it. I told you that earlier." He said as his eyes met Kitty's.

Kitty had a hard time controlling her emotions that day, especially when Kurt seemed to have a hard time doing so as well. She looked down at her hands that twiddled in her lap. She thought about the conversation she and Kurt had earlier that day. She knew he was still holding some feelings back. Things he was too embarrassed to talk about or things that he knew would make her upset.

"I know… but…" Kitty stammered.

"Kitty, there was nothing you could have done. And like you said before; they would have found a way to do it. I guess, in a way, I'm glad they did it. When you told me that earlier, a million different scenarios went through my mind of how much worse it could have been."

"I know... I still feel bad though."

Kitty leaned over the armrest of her chair to hug Kurt. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, while Kurt lightly patted her back with both his hands. The feeling of his velvet soft fur on her cheek was strangely comforting. It reminded her of being a young child again, clinging tightly onto a stuffed bear when the lights went out at night. However, Kurt did not feel as comforted in her arms as she did in his. He knew, no matter how many times or how tightly she embraced him, they would never be more than "just friends", so what was the point in getting his hopes up?

"Thank you, Kitty for your time. But it is getting late and regardless of today's events, you have school tomorrow and I'd like to speak with Kurt privately."

Kurt released his grip on Kitty before she slid her arms from his neck. She stood up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Alright. Goodnight professor, 'night Kurt."

"Goodnight Kitty. I will talk more with you tomorrow about the school meeting."

Kitty looked over at Kurt with hope in her eyes as she half smiled Kurt's "favourite" smile. She knew Kurt still had more to talk about with the professor and the whole school thing still needed to be sorted out, but she felt that he was coming around and that everything would be okay soon enough. The conversation seemed to assure her that there wasn't anything for her to worry about. Kurt smiled back as he usually did when all her features lifted up like that, but this time his smile was about as genuine as his image had been in the last three years. He watched emptily as Kitty turned her back and walked right through the door.

"Now, Kurt, I want you to know that I am not going to read your thoughts. However, I do expect that you tell me everything. And don't think that I won't read your mind if I think I need to. I can read faces just as well as minds, so if I see that you're lying I will read your thoughts and find the truth. Is that understood?"

Kurt nodded. It was very unsettling to see the professor fall out of his usually calm character and actually threaten to use his powerful mind to examine someone's thoughts. Kurt never wanted to mess with the professor on a regular basis, and he especially didn't want to now that he saw that how concerned Xavier was about his well being.

"Good. Now, earlier Kitty mentioned that you need to give the teachers a chance if you want to be given one. You were going to say you've never been given a chance in your life. Could you expand upon that?"

Kurt hesitated. A lot of things he said earlier were spur the moment and blurted out because of his anger. He knew he was fortunate in some ways. After all, he was given a chance when he came to the institute and that he was still alive after all he endured back in Germany.

"Well, I do know that I have been given chances in the past. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't been given any. I got to come to this school. And obviously my mother and father gave me a chance when they found me."

"Then why do you feel like you've been denied other chances in life?"

"Look at me. I was denied a normal life. I know every other mutant in the world probably feels the same way, but most of them can at least go out in public. And a lot of them didn't know they were a mutant until they were in their teens! But me and the small handful of us who look completely different from everyone else were shunned and feared by everyone our whole lives. It only gets worse when you develop your powers. I just wish I could change my genetics somehow and be like everyone else."

Charles retained his serenity but he was truly hurt. In his eyes mutants were extraordinary people. He had always valued his students for how they dealt with the stress of their reveal at the school. Of course they all had their bad days, but he was always very proud them in general for not letting the tension eat away at them. It was Kurt's last remark that really troubled the professor. Out of all his students, Kurt was the one he admired most in terms of accepting himself and to hear that he really did have a very hard time dealing with who and what he was, was very upsetting to hear.

"Kurt, I understand why you would feel that way. I developed my gifts at an early age and I would have given anything to be like everyone else again. I can only imagine the feeling of never knowing any level of normality, but there is a reason why you are the way you are. I know your parents raised you as a Catholic, and it is my understanding that God has a reason for everything."

"At this point I wonder if God is even real. I've never done anything wrong in my entire life! Why did he choose me to carry all of this? If anything, the entire Brotherhood should have to deal with what I do everyday. They're the ones whose appearance should match their heart."

"Why do you feel your appearance is a burden or a punishment? Why couldn't it be some form of blessing?"

"If this is a blessing from God, then I don't want to know what his punishments are. And why would he 'bless' someone to look like this and allow them to be accused of being a dämon their whole life?"

"Have you ever taken into consideration that maybe His plan involved blessing you with this particular form because he believed you would be strong enough to live with it, or to prove something to the world."

"Like what? That God has a sense of humour?"

"Kurt, I know everyone in this institute and even the Brotherhood resent the fact that they are mutants. We all receive persecution and discrimination, but we all get through it. However, I do understand that you face the most prejudice than the rest of us here, but I still believe you have the capability to get through it."

"What makes you say that? I've been living in…" Kurt took a death breath and exhaled slowly, "… this body since I was born and I haven't come to terms with myself. What makes you think I can do it now?"

"Kurt, I built this institute to help mutants to cope with their powers. I have taught or I am in the process of teaching everyone here to control their powers. Your physical mutations are no different for me to help you deal with."

Kurt looked down at his deformed hands that rested lifelessly in his lap. The massive room was completely silent except for the flickering of the flames in the fireplace and the sound of Kurt's tail sweeping across the maroon carpet. He had so many things running through his mind. So many unanswered questions, so many regrets and Kitty.

"What am I supposed to do tomorrow?"

"Well, considering I haven't talked to your teachers yet and it is fairly late, I would suggest that you stay here at the institute. Get some rest and have some quiet time alone to get your thoughts together."

Kurt actually wanted to thank God for the first time in a while. He wouldn't have to hear any of the cutting and insensitive words thrown at him if he went to school. And he was going to get something he had avoided in the past: quiet time. He could think about the situation and like the professor said, get his thoughts together.

"Thank you, professor."

"You're welcome, Kurt. Now, you should get some sleep. We will talk more tomorrow if you wish."

"Alright. Goodnight, professor."

"Goodnight, Kurt."

Kurt stood up and walked towards the door. He had no will or energy to teleport. Why remind himself he was a mutant by exploiting it? He walked through the grand hallways and up the extravagant staircase to the bedroom hall. All the while he was thinking about his past. His parents back in Germany, what life was like for him there, and Kitty.

Kurt's bedroom was the second last room on the left side of the hallway. All was hushed as the rest of the students slept peacefully. As he headed towards his room, he passed by Kitty and Rogue's door and stopped. Kurt had always had passion, whether it was hatred towards himself, love of the circus, or even another person. However, he had never had more passion towards anything else than he did for Kitty. He knew that he'd never have her, but why did he still have that glimmer of hope deep in the pit of his stomach?

"That's another chance I've been denied… a relationship with the only person I'll ever love."

At that point he didn't even care. And in a puff of smoke Kurt was gone.

When he got to his room things were different than they had been every other night. He had no artificial image to remind himself of what he could be; instead it was the image of what he always was. Kurt changed into his night clothes and crept into his bed. As he turned out the lights he was lost in his thoughts before the veil of exhaustion covered his mind. One particular thought came into his head that hadn't before. He had so many questions about his past that his parents never wanted to answer. But he knew someone he could seek answers from; Mystique. And with that, he fell into a deep, sleep filled with the troubles and anxiety of what the next day would bring.

Well lads and lassies! There is chapter five! It's all done! And I know it's kind of dry, but BELIEVE ME! I am actually so happy I finished that chapter because after this I'm so excited to get into it!! I hope you guys are still enjoying it as much as I love writing it, like I've mentioned so many times before. I actually get all my homework and such done so much quicker because I want to write this story. Well chapter six will be up as soon as I can get it up!