~~~~~~~Time skip of Justice; 2 weeks later. (Barry's birthday)~~~~~~~

Somehow I felt the need to dress up for the occasion, ya know, to curl my hair and put make-up on and stuff. I texted Dan. "Please tell me when Bar gets up, I wanna give him his present!"

I forgot to mention how I'd went out with Dan to find a couple presents for Barry, didn't I?

So, anyway, I did my hair up really well, it took me two hours to finish and perfect. My outfit, pretty simple for what I could have done, was my short black pencil skirt, floral design black tights, blood red shoes and red tunic with a black rose on it. My make-up wasn't all too on-point. My lipstick's intensity matched my shoes, blood red.

I sat watching, stupid, American cartoons to keep the smile that I had. My eyes soon glazed over and I was left finding it hard to breathe. I was having some sort of panic attack, I'm sure it was from the fact that I'd seen that shadow-y figure behind me in the reflection of the TV. And when I say 'behind me' I mean a millimetre away from my back. I knew that no one else could see it and that it was a figment of my imagination, but damn, the things it said was like it wanted its presences to be known. I kept leaving my apartment door open, during the day whilst I wasn't at work, just in case things like this happened.

"I will always be with you…" The figure echoed. I scream like an anime girl before being completely immobilised by its words.

All I could think was: 'Danny, get your ass down here and help me… I've never talked about this figure with you but now is the time you need to know… Please, Dan…'

"No matter where you go, I'll be there…" The darkness echoed in a more devil-ish tone.

"N-no you won't, one day I'll leave you behind." I claim in a whisper before it puts its hands around my neck. "You're not real… You're not real…" I informed it.

"Oh, but your wrong, you have no control. Paranoia is the only reason I hunt you, get rid of it and I will be gone…" It corrected me. "I can wreak havoc to the people whose lives you care about because I am the side of you that you want to forget… but you just can't…"

"Leave… me and my friends… alone… I don't care so much about me, just leave… my colleagues out of this… Please." I beg, still in a whisper.

"Violet, look at yourself, you're talking to something that isn't even there to everyone else. You look crazy." The figure taunted.

"You are not real… You aren't real… You aren't there… You are nothing… I will leave you behind… someday." I try to calm myself, by convincing myself something that I wouldn't be able to physically answer. I just kept chanting the sentence over and over, until the figure tightened its grasp around my neck. Struggling, I tossed myself to the side but the figure, that was a hallucinatory spell, kept a firm hold. I made various inaudible noises of struggle and forced breathe. Only then did Dan walk into my apartment, to see me holding my neck, looking down, on my knees on the floor. I was still panting.

"Violet, I heard you scream. Are you alright?" Dan asked while rushing into the room.

"Why didn't you get down sooner?! You said you'd be there whenever I needed you! You fucking liar! I almost died just now! 'I'll be there' my ass! You left me alone for too long after a scream, I just went through all of that. How could you say that?!" I quick fired questions and statements at him, upset and angry at the same time.

"That's-" Dan tries to help.

"-Enough! What's with you, always smirking?!" I finish, tired out.

"Violet, how am I supposed to help if you can't, haven't or won't tell me what's wrong? And yet… That's not the Violet I know and adore. She'd never say something like that!" Dan storms out of my apartment. I look behind but my head retreats.

'I'm a fucking pratt, what the fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I say such horrible things to him? I have to apologize.' I pick myself up from the floor. I stare at the floor and then the wall. "Hmpff, I better go and apologize." I sigh.

~~~~~~Dan's POV~~~~~~

We did promise that we'd be there for her, but I had no idea what this was about. Why did she say she'd almost died right then?

'"'I'll be there' my ass!" What was going on in her head? I've been nothing but good to her from the day we met, aside from the couple of moments, and this is what I get in return? …You know, I did promise to be there and I wasn't. I have to apologize' I think about all that Violet said or could have meant and came to my conclusion.

I turned back towards the stairs and I heard rustling and the fast, clopping movement of shoes. Smiling, I knew who it was. The door burst open. Violet rushed towards me. "Daaaan! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M A TWAT, I KNOW!" She cried. "Please! I am extremely sorry!" Violet jumped and I conveniently caught her. The plastic bag that was around her arm, swung.

"Violet, Violet. I know what I said was wrong. I just need you to tell me what's going on." I plead for the answer I'm looking for.

"I'm- I'm hallucinating all the time that I'm alone. It's a black shadow-y figure that is taking shape as my dad, slowly but surely. It tried to strangle me." She explained after dropping from my arms. "Of course, to you, it looks and would medically be a panic attack. Don't worry, I have them all the time… Actually do worry, because this one nearly killed me. I'm sorry…" Violet sighed. She really did sound crazy but I was willing to believe her.

"It's alright now… You ready?" I ask. The women with the red complexion looked in the plastic bag.

"Shit, no. Let me go get the cake." She turned.

"You made him a cake?" I smile.

"Of course I did, on your birthday the cake is one of the best things about it and I love baking. So why not, eh?" She began walking.

"Oh, okay. I'll wait here for you." I lean against the wall.

~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~

I ran back down the stairs, happy that Dan forgave me. I re-unlocked my door and went into the kitchen where I opened the fridge to get the big main cake as well as some little fairy cakes that I'd made, making sure that the pastry box I'd bought and re-designed was holding the food well. I hurried back out because I didn't want another 'panic attack'.

I met Dan back out in the hallway where he was scrolling through Instagram on his phone. "You ready, now?" He asked, quickly looking up.

"Yep, have a quick look at the cake please?" I asked for his opinion and apparently it was awesome. I waddled behind Dan.

"He's awake… Let's do this." Dan smiled, hopefully. He opened the door and shut it after I entered behind him. We began to sing happy birthday to Barry while slowly waltzing into the living room. I, being the mean girl that I am, recorded it for the other grumps to see.

"Oh, guys!" Barry said shocked.

"Happy birthday, lad!" I smile handing him the present. "You can open it whenever you feel obligated to."

"I will now, then." He smiled while I pressed the record button on my phones camera. Dan sat beside him while I sat in the arm chair to Barry's left. He chuckled while visualizing what was previously wrapped on his lap. "Aww, you guys."

"What'd you get Bar?" I asked.

"It's a hoodie that says 'Trust me, I'm an editor.' You shouldn't have, guys. Oh, what else is there? A $100 gift card for steam. You didn't have to, guys. You've out done yourself!" He chuckled.

"I wasn't gonna get you socks, 'cuz that's boring and just plain rude." I giggle and stop the recording. I look at my lap, twiddling my thumbs during the awkward silence. Barry puts the presents to the side and hugs Dan.

"Thanks, dude!" The birthday boy smiled.

"It was mostly Violet's idea, the hoodie was only cheap and I bought that. She bought you the gift card." Dan was kind enough to openly admit.

He arose from his seat and walked in my direction. He surprised me with a choking hug as I wasn't paying attention. I flinch in a surprised manner then returned the embrace. "Thank you, Violet. You really didn't have to."

"Yes I did. Stop being all soppy, you're gonna make me cry in a minute… but you're so, extremely, obtusely welcome, my good man." I smile.

"Please, don't cry. It's not the Violet I know." He replied as the embrace tightened.

"I can't breathe." I choked, flailing for air.

"Oh-oh right, sorry." He apologized. I coughed and smiled, saying that I was okay.

"I made you something a little extra." I claim.

"You didn't." Barry challenged.

"Why, yes I did. Look in the bag. Go on." Barry turned around and his roommate's smile widened.

"You're gonna love it, man." Dan was right. He did, really too much than I expected.

"Holy fuck, cake? For me?" Barry looked surprised. I quickly snapped his expression for Instagram, later in the day.

"Why yes, homemade and fresh from the kitchen down stairs." Dan smiled.

"No fucking way, dude!" Barry was completely shocked.

"I will bake for anyone at any time of day… except of when I'm sleeping, of course!" I smile, rubbing my eyes. "I finished it yesterday and it took a whole day and a half to make sure it was perfect for you… without sleep. I haven't slept since."

"Without sleep?! Violet are you crazy? I appreciate it, but I need you to get some rest. You can't expect me to ignore the fact that you've went two days without your bed." Barry was furious with me.

"Why can't I have any cake first?" I yawn.

"Look at yourself, your eyes are barely able to stay open." Dan also was shocked that I deprived myself of any sleep for Barry.

"That doesn't mean I can't *yaaaawn* have cake." I try to stay awake but the excitement had passed and my body was on stand-by.

"I'm sure I can wait, Violet. I'm gonna stay angry if you don't get some rest." Barry suddenly became intimidating.

"I'll just stay awake through the rest of today and tomorrow I'll be hyper as fuck." I try to convince him but he wasn't having it.

"Violet don't make me tell you again!" He yelled. "You have to sleep."

"You sound just like my stupid fucking mam. Fuck you!" I call while storming out of the apartment. "Fuck you, man. You suck!" I say before slamming the door. I knew I wasn't gonna win and I so desperately wanted to. I ran down the stairs with my phone, so tempted to tell Barry that I wasn't gonna ever go into the apartment again but that would be something he'd gullibly believe and I only meant it in that moment. I was infuriated with myself, Dan and Barry. He'd done nothing wrong, just trying to help but I had to go and ruin it all.

I was going to do exactly what I said, stay up the rest of that day. I crept out of my apartment with my phone, purse and keys so I could go and pick up some energy drinks. My phone was on silent so that they thought I was asleep, the only flaw to my plan was that they had a key to my apartment. Then again, I could lock my bedroom door, so I did just to be sure. The women at the check-out was just as concerned as Barry was, just a little more civil to me as I was to her. Luckily my plan was flawless, no one went to check on me. I grabbed my headphones and quietly listened to my music while drinking energy drinks in my locked bedroom. I waited for 6 hours doing the same thing. The songs were just calm piano music so that I didn't risk singing along to anything and blow my cover.

Barry came into my apartment at the last hour, I messed up my hair so it looked like I'd slept and hid the energy drink cans and headphones in one of the draws of my bedside table. He messed around with the handle of my door then began knocking.

"Violet, it's been a good 6 hours. That should be enough sleep for you." He called from the outside of my room. I decided to pretend to get a fright and throw myself off my bed.

"Uugh, shit… Ow, fuuck. My hip." I pretend to be completely out of energy. Barry starts tugging on the door handle.

"Violet, Violet. Open up, are you alright?" He calls.

"Yeah. I'm comin', give me two seconds." I spray deodorant to make it look like I'm masking the smell of, I don't know, tiredness, I guess. I waddle over to the door, heavily stepping. I unlock the door, yawning. When I open it I rub my eyes. "Hey *yaawn* sup?" I try to step back so he doesn't notice the energy drink smell in my breath.

"You okay now?" He asks.

"Yeah. By the way, I'm sorry… Just kidding." I march past him, in a tired stumble.

"That's… nice… Where are you going?" He asks.

"Bathroom… You gonna fuckin' stalk me or some shit?" I ask, trying to be not in the mood.

"Quit it, Violet. Lighten up."

"I'm still not a chandelier." I remind slouching and shutting the bathroom door, locking it for extra protection. I look in the mirror, brushing threw my slightly messy hair. I move on to brush my teeth finishing with mouth wash, obviously. How else was the smell of energy drink supposed to go away? I stumble back out and slide my slippers on my feet.

"I don't really feel like cake anymore… still feel free to have some though." I slump down of my couch, telling the truth.

"Aren't you coming back up?" He asks, his hand slid on to my shoulder.

"Nah, I'm too tired right now… Maybe later?" I consider going back up but I needed some time to think about my entering quote.

"O-okay, I'll leave the door unlocked for you." He said leaving. "Bye…" He silently shut the door.

I think for about ten minutes but nothing comes into mind, so I search on google images. 'Apology quotes for her' because that is what had to be done. I find that one picture that I couldn't scroll away from. I lock my phone after glancing at the quote a little longer. I decide to print it off and slide it under the door, folded up. That's when I noticed I still acted like the awkward teenager that I'd been in secondary school. The picture's quote was: 'I really hate saying sorry. But when I do, I honestly mean it.'

When I successfully slid it under the door I ran back to the door leading to the stairs. I waited, still scrolling through google. I send another picture by text that read: 'I'm sorry that I'm so complicated and mess up everything.' He doesn't respond. I get worried but I knew he'd seen it. I peeked behind the door just as their apartment door opened and saw Barry's hairy hand with the paper in it. Ducking below the window, I hear footsteps coming towards the door. The door was still open when I run down the stairs and the footsteps' speed picks up. I decide to become an acrobat and hide under the stairs, with no idea how I did it. I just focused.

"Violet? Violet?" Barry called right underneath me. One of my slippers falls off and hits him on the head. "Ow… Wait a minute." He looks up to see me clinging on to the stairs.

"Hi…" I reply awkwardly. "What's the weather like down there, huh?" I tease.

"How the fuck…?" Barry trails off confused.

"Can you catch?" I ask.

"Yes." He replies curious.

"Good. Think fast!" I loosen the grip and stop focussing to then drop into his arms. "Sup, dude?" I tease again.

"So, you're fucking Spiderman, now?" He smiles.

"Only if that's how you consider it." I reply with a smile. "I'll be having some cake if you don't mind."

"The cheek of it." Barry smiled. "You know everything you said to apologize was unneeded. I'd still accept a simple sorry."

"I… I mean what I say. I just know that I'm not someone to be dwelled on." I stutter.

"That means your lying to yourself." Barry let me down on to the floor.

"Hey," I grabbed his wrists and held them in the air, lightly. "I'm sorry for ruining your birthday, I keep forgetting that my life is invalid when it's someone else's day."

"You didn't ruin my birthday. You, Violet, made it better than usual." He smiled. I threw myself at him, arms and eyes wide.

"Thank you for that lie." I sigh. "Now, Dan will be waitin' for some cake, hmm?" I let go and sprint upstairs before he could say that he wasn't lying. We spent the rest of the day laughing and I didn't leave the room once, until I left that is. That night I got changed and just sat on the end of my bed, in the dark, until I fell asleep.

I woke up and got ready. My phone buzzed.

"Violet, were going to the gym okay." Dan texted me.

"Ooh, can I come…? What the fuck ever! Of course I can, see you in 10 minutes." I smile cheekily, while replying. I get my gear and wait in the lobby. Barry and Dan soon arrive and we made our way to the car without a word except from the casual hello. I wonder why. Only when I stepped into the car did they realized:

"You can't wear heels to the gym." Dan sighed.

"Who, aside from you, said I couldn't huh?" I challenge.

"Urr, me." Barry said.

"You don't know what I do at the gym, do you? Watch your mouth and quit judging me, will you?" I complain.

After there was no conversation and my zipped-up hoodie was making me boiling hot. My glasses were steaming up constantly and my black spandex leggings were riding up. The giant sports bag I had looked like a body bag so that's what I called it. When we reached the gym, Arin, Ross, Suzy and Holly were waiting outside. I pulled the leggings down before entering the building and paying for a 1 year pass for the gym.

~~~~~~Suzy's POV~~~~~~

Dan, Ross and Arin were on treadmills, Barry was using small weights with Holly and I. "Violet, what're you gonna start with?" I ask her as she bends down to sort through her bag. She pulls a plastic zip-lock bag out with material strips to go over her hands, headphones and green tea in a bottle. Violet put the strips on her hands after cracking her fingers and makes her way to the punching bags. She spends 10 minutes fitting in punches, still with the glasses on. I was amazed as she speedily punched and kicked.

Waltzing over to the kickboxing ring, Violet picks the gym bag up and takes her glasses and headphones off to go into the bag. She hops into the ring where this butch black guy was waiting for an opponent, he was the toughest guy in the gym.

"Bitch, get outta here!" He announced. "You really think you could beat me." Violet chugs down a lot of green tea, not paying all too much attention.

"Excuse me!" Violet removed her hoodie. Barry saw the sports bra that she was wearing and dropped a weight on his foot. He hopped around, helplessly. "Just one round, please?" Dan saw as Violet tried to look cute, turning down the speed of the treadmill while tapping Arin and Ross on their shoulders, telling them to look behind. "Hold a second." Violet displayed a finger before getting her phone out and begins scrolling.

"Alright." Her opponent sighed.

"DENNIS!" Violet bellows as the butch dude jumped. "I'M GONNA GIVE YOU FIVE ACROSS THE ASS!"

"H-how do you know my name." Her opponent was startled. I heard a thump, Arin had fallen off the treadmill laughing, two thumps followed. Dan was embarrassed as he was listening to the song 'Sexual Healing and you could faintly here it. I ran to my husband's aid as he was trying to not squeal in pain from some skin missing on his knee. Ross lay on the floor watching the scene, Violet was in, take place. "That's some freaky shit right there." Dennis sighed looking away.

Violet threw her phone in her bag and punched Dennis in the side of his face, taking him by surprise. He jumped as she punched the other side of his face in the same manner. She dodged 10 of his punches in a row and everyone in the room stopped and watched. He staggered to a standing position as Violet leads him to corner her. Dennis receives a kick to the face before Violet spins on the heel of her orange sneaker high heels and kicks him again. This action was repeated 6 times before reaching the other side of the ring. Barry watched in amazement as she threw punches at Dennis so that he couldn't retaliate against her.

Eventually, Dennis was knocked down on to the floor. "3-2-1 Ding-ding-ding! And you're out!" Violet cheered before helping Dennis up. "GG, man. Good game." She jumped over the rope of the ring and grabbed her hoodie, bag and phone. She walked back to us.

~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~

I waltz back over to the gang who just stared. "Yeah, I'm a kickboxer champion. Deal with it." I tease.

"Wow, Violet." Suzy says before explaining to me what happened as I fought. That's when I notice the following:

-Dan was bright red with embarrassment.

-Arin was missing some skin.

-Ross was on the floor.

-Barry was hopping around, holding his foot.

Wow, it all happened so fast. Suzy and Holly fully explain what went on and I snigger. I fall on to the floor, backwards and my hands over my mouth. "Violet? Violet?!" Barry stumbled over. He rolled me over and noticed that I was shaking violently. Upon removing my hands, they all soon realized; I had not just fainted. I was laughing so hard there was no sound aside from occasional wheezing that I made from time to time.

My sun burnt back (Yes, I was still sun burnt as I kept constantly forgetting my parasol, like that day.) was going to pay, for my sudden drop to the floor, later.

Ross tried to get up but he yelped because he got his foot stuck in the bottom of the treadmill. He screamed and Holly and I rushed over. "Holly, Holly put it on reverse." I command. She does as I command and Ross' foot slowly was brought up. His wife turned around trying not to be sick. I kick my stiletto shoes off so I could balance more. I replace my hoodie with my shoes in the bag and wrapped Ross' foot up with it. The Aussie was trying to co-operate. "Ross, it's not that bad." I begin, picking him up. "My feet are skinny and nimble because this has happened to me twice. It's a do-worry and don't-worry situation. Holly lets go." I run over. "Barry, make sure the gym bag goes home with you, alright." I say before stepping out.

~~~~~~Holly's POV~~~~~~

Oh my god, it was horrific to see. Violet carried my husband to our car and told me to drive him to the hospital, stat. I was going to anyway, but I didn't panic as much as I would have without her. I drove as Ross was comforted by Violet.

When we arrived, Violet offered to pay for Ross' treatment as it was 'her fault'. She wouldn't let me or Ross pay for it, anyway. I cried, hugging my friend for comfort in the waiting room. She just rocked side to side with me.

"I'm sorry, Holly. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't of came to the gym with you guys. I'm an idiot." She explained.

"Violet, don't- don't blame yourself for this. You're not to blame." I tried convincing her otherwise.

"Holly, quit lying. I know what it's like to be on that operating table right now. Just think yourself lucky it's not you… I'm not letting either of you pay me back for this. It's what any sane human being would do." Violet was committed to making sure my husband's health was A-Okay. "All that will happen physically, is that he'll have a cast on his foot for a couple of months and then when the cast comes off, his foot will be a tiny bit smaller. That's all." She smiled. Soon at a silence, Violet was the one responsible for my smile.

~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~

'"I know what it's like to be on that operating table right now."' My own comforting words echo through my head. '"Just think yourself lucky it's not you…"' My breath was shaky as I began shivering. '"This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't of came-'" I put my head in my hands after rushing out of the room and into the female restroom. My memory of my words were like the bullets that might have killed me, if I wasn't working now. My back hit the wall in the far right corner and I slid down. I cried because these are things my dad had said to me through the years and I couldn't help but ugly cry.

So, I was cross-legged, in the public bathroom of a hospital, bawling my eyes out. This made me realize how insignificant I was to my mother, father, Rose and Annabelle. My sister, Annabelle was the sister that made it through 15 years of her life but cancer was the true evil fate that met her. It was either cancer or the kids at school that got her. I only knew Annabelle for 4 years of my life as she was the oldest of the three girls who's surname was Blackwell before the divorce and stuff, now it's only me. This was the first time in 7 years I thought about her. I could have spent a good 5 hours thinking and crying but bravery was something I knew all too much about. I dried my eyes and faced the future ahead of me. Even though the pain was still there, my eyes weren't as moist as they were 1 minute ago.

I walk out, my mascara completely dying my cheeks grey. The waiting room was complete with all who I'd went to the gym with, aside from Barry, and a couple of strangers. I didn't walk in straight away, instead I spent 5 minutes outside of it to get my shit together. I walk in and the fountain of salty tears drips on to the floor, every step I take. It takes me a moment to look up at them. There were no seats left so I sat on the floor, in front of Arin. I didn't want to meet eyes with anyone quite yet. I broke as soon as the strangers left. My bitter tears couldn't wait, neither could my blubbering cries. No-one spoke, they were all very respectful that I needed a moment.

I shiver and fall to the side as my energy was drained. "Annabelle…" I whisper to myself. "I-I miss you." I slowly pick myself up and lift my ass on to a chair. I realize Holly is perfectly fine and not upset. My bare feet were dirty as all hell but not a single fuck could be given. Barry walked in, to see me completely broken. He handed the coffee that he'd brought for everyone else and a tea for me.

"Violet?" He asks and I just stare up at him for a good 10 seconds.

"Stupid! Why didn't you get here sooner?!" I bawl, hugging him.

I gave the seat to him. He'd always been the kindest to me because he allowed me to sit in his lap. It calmed me quiet significantly, just to be in that spot. The sunny day outside was shaded with regret, I shouldn't of went to the gym with them and I never was going to again. I was just a bad luck charm.

The doctor came in, I didn't feel obligated to go and see Ross, not after the pain I'd caused him. When they thought I was not too far behind them, I snuck off in the other direction. Specifically towards the doors, to get some fresh air.

I sipped my drink while leaning against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, looking up into the sky. I was reminded of when I lied to Dan or Barry (I couldn't exactly remember who, but I was sure it was one of the two.) that all the marks on my arms were cooking accidents, some were and others weren't. Most of the cuts were exactly that, cuts.

The sky had always festinated me, Annabelle had told me to look to the sun or moon, every day I thought of her. Ross was in the building behind me, comforted by the rest and I felt if I went to go and see him, something bad was going to happen. I just stuck around outside, it got colder but pneumonia didn't scare me. I wondered what dad thought of me now, this weak state was never something he saw. Then again, what did my colleagues think of me now? Unable to face one of them, sounding completely insane all the time, I must have been the biggest challenge they faced yet. I wanted to go and find them but stood my ground. There was no way I was going to seem so weak and feeble, no chance in hell.

It got to about 4, they came out ready to go. I knew they'd forget about me. Suzy walked straight past me saying- "We need to find Violet." But she just kept walking. "He wants to thank her."

"It can't be that hard to find her." Arin looked to his right.

"Yeah right, we know so little about her she could have been the high school hide and seek champion, for all we know. She might have another family member that she forgot to mention, but you never know." Dan said.

"I do, actually." I whisper. "Annabelle died." Dan swivels around to see me staring up at the sky.

"Ah, there you are, Violet." He smiled. "We were just looking for you." I mutter 'do-you-think-I'm-deaf' under my breath but luckily he didn't hear.

"Hey, V. Ross wants you to go see him, please." Suzy says. "Barry's gonna take you back along to Ross' room if you're up for it."

I nod and drink some more of my tea before heading back inside.

"I don't understand, Violet. Why didn't you go to see him the first time?" Barry grabbed my hand and dragged me along the corridor.

"Hey!" I snap. "I quit pulling me."

"To let you run away from this again? I don't think so, Blackwell." He didn't sound too happy all of a sudden.

"At least stop going so fast my feet have both been through what Ross' one foots been through. Slow down!" I demand but my friend doesn't listen. When we got to the door, Barry pushed me in and shut the door, leaving Ross and I alone. Ross, was already asleep. I decided to stay the night in his room, Barry had left my gym bag in the room so it was good. I sit at the bottom of Ross' bed, in my spare hoodie until sleep caught me.

A/N: I am extremly sorry for the lack of out put of this but I just wanted to finish school for the summer, ya know, just get it out the way. Expect chapters to be flying out every week at least... Writers block is a pain in the ass. If you want something included just tell me and I'll see if I can add it, due to ertain conditions and restrictions of the plot. This already is one of my longest running stories. (In words not chapters!) Thank you for all of the support and thanks for sticking with me, I very much appreiciate it!

Once again thank you, loyal readers!

TheMidnightGamer xxx