A/N: This fic has amazing support, and I'm ever so grateful. I'm still getting around to thanking everyone who has reviewed the last two chapters.
I threw a lot at the characters this chapter, and they did better than I thought they would. That said, writing Damon, in this, at the moment, is like trying to hold onto the reigns of a skittish horse that is ready to bolt at any moment.
Chapter 16
In the morning, Elena slipped out of the arms that were holding her. She had no idea what the time was, but it was light. After throwing on sweatpants and a tank top, she left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She didn't think Damon would appreciate a visit from Mr Blobby this morning. As she headed for her coffee machine, a quick glance out the windows revealed it was overcast and cloudy. Perfect. She wouldn't jog this morning, and she wouldn't be working. There was nothing to take her mind off the man in her bed.
After the coffee had finished brewing, she poured herself a mug, and sat on the couch. She sipped her coffee in silence, until she remembered she'd had a dream in which Damon had told her he loved her. Last night she had had a perfectly nice night with Chris. He'd asked for her number, and Elena knew he wanted to ask her out. Why, why, why had she slept with Damon again? She couldn't say no to him; that was why. While he still wanted her, she was doomed to keep having sex with a man who would never give her what she really wanted. She switched on the TV, needing a break from the turmoil in her heart and mind. She turned down the sound, flicked it over to the music channel, and tried to lose herself watching music videos.
When Damon woke up, it took him a moment to realize where he was. He remembered being in the bar, he remembered talking to Elena, and he remembered seeing her leave with Chris. How had he ended up here? He lay there for a bit longer, letting memories from the night before float back to him. He'd walked here from the bar, he remembered that. Elena had been annoyed at him for making a noise, but she'd been wearing some sexy purple thing that he'd wanted to take off her.
"I want a relationship, Damon. Can you give me that?"
Her words came back to him with a force that would have knocked him to his knees had he been standing. He'd been single for almost eleven years; pretty much his entire adult life. He didn't even remember what it was like to be in a relationship. What did being in a relationship even mean, now? Would he have to go out for brunch? He shuddered at the thought. It probably meant being monogamous. He doubted that much had changed. He didn't want to sleep with anyone but Elena anyway, but what if that changed? It had with Lucy.
What would he write about? Would people still buy his books if he wrote about rainbows and puppy dogs and relationship sex? God, would they stop having sex? Would she try and redecorate his place? He frowned as he imagined throw pillows on the couch and fluffy pink towels in the bathroom. Would he have to leave the toilet seat down? Would he be forced to go to family dinners, and the birthday parties of her friends?
He didn't remember the answer he'd given her last night, but he remembered them having sex. He must have said yes. He tried to quell the panic rising inside of him. He loved her. More than he'd loved any other woman. That was something. She wasn't satisfied with just sex anymore, and he didn't want to let her go. It was his only option. Besides, he couldn't go back on what he'd said now. Did this mean he was her boyfriend? Thirty years of age too old to be someone's boyfriend.
Damon rolled out of the bed, put his boxers and tee-shirt on and did his best to ignore the doubts that were eating away at him. Just because he'd messed up the only relationship he'd ever tried, and the men in his family made a habit of ruining women's lives, didn't mean this would fail, did it?
Elena looked up the moment she heard him open her bedroom door. She didn't look overly happy, and he wondered if he'd already done something wrong. It wouldn't surprise him.
"Coffee?" he asked.
Elena tried to stay calm as she got off the couch and made her way into the kitchen. What she wanted to do was yell at him for showing up last night, and not leaving her alone, but he would most likely be gone soon enough. He wasn't here for anything other than sex.
She was aware of Damon standing behind her as she made him coffee. She shivered as he swept all of her hair to one side and began to kiss her neck. She put the coffee pot down, and clung to the bench, as he found a particularly sensitive spot. She felt her nipples harden into tight little buds and heat settle low in her tummy as his hands skimmed up and down her sides.
"Morning," he said huskily.
"I…I can't concentrate with you doing that," she told him.
Damon heard the irritation in her voice, and knew his earlier assessment had been right; she wasn't happy with him. He turned her around so she was facing him. "Have I done something wrong, Elena?"
"Last night you turned up here drunk, upsetting the neighbors."
"I just wanted to see you."
"You can't turn up here whenever you feel like it; whenever you want sex."
Damon attempted to wrap his head around why she was so upset. "It's not just sex. Last night you said you wanted a relationship."
"I know what I said."
"So why are you so pissed off all of a sudden?"
"I'm not pissed off. I'm…"
"You said you wanted a relationship."
"Yes, I did."
"Then-"
"And you told me you were too fucked up for one."
"But we slept together."
Elena didn't feel like telling him that that was because she was an idiot, and was so completely in his thrall physically that she couldn't say no to him.
"I remember, Damon," she said, instead.
She remembered only too well, what they did, and how he made her feel; how he always made her feel.
"So I didn't say yes to a relationship?" Damon asked her.
"No. No, you didn't. Why would you think you did?"
"I can't remember everything, but I assumed…"
"You said you wanted to keep doing what we were doing on tour."
"But that's not what you want?"
"You've already said you don't do relationships," she told him tiredly.
"But a relationship is what you want?"
His hands were on her shoulders, preventing her from turning around. His eyes never left hers. She nodded. "Yes."
Her heart felt as if it was lying bare and exposed between them, and she didn't like it at all. However, she owed it to both of them to be honest.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Let's try it."
He gave her a smile which should have reassured her, but instead she felt uneasy instead. She hadn't missed the uncertainty and the doubt that had flashed across his handsome features a moment ago.
"But a relationship isn't what you want," she said to him.
Damon wondered what he was thinking. He hadn't said yes last night. He could still get out of this. It would never end well. He would hurt her. She would end up hating him. There were so many reasons not to; but it was what she wanted. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for her. He pushed the thoughts of his relationship with Lucy from his mind. It would be different with Elena, because it had to be.
"I'm in love with you, Elena. If it's what you want, then it's what I want too."
"You're in love with me?"
"Yeah," he said to her, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Elena felt heat spread through her. He was in love with her. Her heart felt full and warm, even if it was beating ludicrously fast right now. She could still see that he wasn't entirely convinced, but she chose to ignore it. He was crossing the line for her. He was willing to try this for her, and she loved him even more for it. He had doubts, but they could work through those, right?
"I'm in love with you, too."
He kissed her then. A particularly bone melting, heart stopping, knee quivering kiss which left her desperately craving more.
"Coffee?" she asked him breathlessly.
"Can wait," he said, picking her up and carrying her off to the bedroom.
When they re-emerged from the bedroom, Elena felt as if she were floating on cloud nine. For the first time in a very long time she felt as if everything in her life was perfect. She was about to become her own boss, and the man she was in love with had just agreed to a relationship. As if that wasn't enough, it was a Saturday, and the sun had come out from behind the clouds. She felt invincible. Nothing would bring her down today.
They sat at the kitchen bench and had breakfast. Elena knew she had a goofy smile on her face, which made it difficult to eat, but no matter how hard she tried to make it go away, it just kept coming back. Damon had settled for cereal and toast this morning, but if he was going to be spending more time here, she would have to go shopping. She already knew he was unimpressed by what was in her cupboards.
"So," Damon said to her once they finished.
"So," Elena repeated.
"We should do something tonight."
It may have been a long time since he was in a relationship, but Damon knew that Saturday night was when couples were supposed to do things.
"What do you want to do?" she asked him.
"We could go to the movies."
"Katherine," Elena said to him.
"What about her?"
"We should probably keep a lid on this until I'm finished at Mystic Falls PR."
"I guess we're staying in then," Damon said, annoyed that he'd forgotten about that very important fact.
"It will only be for one more week," she assured him. "We can watch a movie here."
Damon eyed her movie collection warily. He suspected it was full of chick flicks that held all the appeal of being neutered.
"I can go to the video store, unless you have movies at home you want to watch," she said to him.
"I need to swing by the house and pick up a couple of things anyway. I'll see what I've got."
He had no idea if Elena would be interested in any of the movies he owned. Other than The Notebook, and John Hughes movies, he didn't know what she liked.
"Did you drive here last night?" she asked him.
"No."
He'd forgotten he walked here. He would have to walk back to Ric's.
"I can drive you to Ric's," she told him.
"Do you want to come home with me?" he asked her. "That way you can look through my DVDs, and see if you like anything in there."
"Sure," Elena said to him. "I can drop you at Ric's on the way back, so you can drive here."
"Works for me."
After the two of them had taken a very long shower together, and dressed, they left.
"If you're the only person living here, what do you do with all those extra room?" Elena asked him, as they pulled into his driveway.
"Nothing," Damon told her. "It's not my place. I'm house-sitting for my uncle who's been overseas for the past year."
"Oh."
Here it comes, thought Damon. She's going to have questions.
"Do you have your own place?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
He closed the car door, and looked over the roof of the car at her.
"Because I can't afford my own place."
Elena was surprised for a moment, and about to ask why, when she remembered a comment Damon made to Stefan at the party weeks ago. He'd said something about his money keeping a roof over his mom's head. She wanted to ask him about it, but she thought it best not to. He was already wearing that 'I don't want to talk about it expression'. Baby steps. He'd already taken a huge step today, and she didn't want to push him too far.
"Okay."
"Come on," he said to her.
She followed him inside.
"DVDs are this way," he said to her, showing her into a room which held a very large plasma screen and shelves of DVDs. "Some of them are mine. Some of them are Uncle Zach's. If you see any you like, put them to the side. I'll be upstairs."
Elena nodded, and started to look through the selection. She pulled out a few of them, and sat down on the couch to wait for him. After some time, she started to wonder what was keeping him. She wasn't in a rush to go anywhere, but maybe he needed help with something. She made her way upstairs, calling out to him a couple of times. She never heard him answer.
The first room she poked her head into looked like a study. There was a computer, a laptop and a typewriter in the room. She wondered which one Damon worked on. Maybe he worked on all of them. She'd wanted to ask him about his writer's block again, but hadn't been game to after the last time it had come up. She hoped he might talk to her eventually, but the man she was involved with seemed very self-contained.
She walked over to the bookshelves which took up an entire wall of the large room. One shelf was dedicated to manuals and 'how to' guides. She ran her finger along the spines of the books, stopping at a copy of Damon's book; Why Pleasing Your Man In Bed should Be Your Top Priority.
"The only thing men want is sex."
Damon's words came back to haunt her, and it finally started to sink in. She was now dating Mr Men-Only-Want-Sex. She was in a relationship with Mr I-Don't-Do-Relationships. How long could she truly expect to keep him satisfied? He would tire of her; grow bored with her. He'd had countless bed partners before her who hadn't kept him interested. She likely wasn't as experienced as most of them. Damon loved her, but then Matt had loved her too, and she hadn't been able to keep him happy.
At the end of the book tour she'd thought she was cured of her insecurities and doubts about who she was in the bedroom. However, she could feel those old doubts starting to creep back in again. She wanted to be past this. She needed to be past this. One day at a time, she told herself. There was no point in thinking too far ahead, but she would read and memorize every line in his book to give them the best chance at success.
She moved along from his book now, until she stopped at; 101 Sex Positions You Haven't Tried. Curiosity aroused, she plucked the book off the shelf and opened it up. There were color photographs to illustrate the text, and as Elena looked at them, she felt her temperature starting to rise. She studied each photo intensely. Damon had introduced her to many new positions, but they hadn't tried these ones. Her body heated up even further as she imagined doing them with Damon.
"I see you found something to occupy you," he said in her ear.
She slammed the book shut, flushing guiltily, despite the fact she'd not been caught doing anything wrong. He smirked at her.
"Are these yours?" she asked, making a show of putting the book back, and trying to keep her voice even.
"I don't need a manual, Elena."
"But…we haven't tried any of these positions," she said to him, turning to face him now.
He looked far too amused, and she felt more than a little silly.
"They require a certain amount of flexibility."
"I'm flexible," she told him.
"I never said you weren't."
"Then…"
"The women in those photographs have probably been doing yoga for five to ten years."
"Oh."
"The only thing men want is sex. The only reason a man will stay with a woman is because of sex."
Why was she remembering all of Damon previous comments today? Just because she couldn't do what the yoga girls did, didn't mean he was going to dump her; but she might just join Caroline at yoga on Monday nights anyway.
"Those positions aren't terribly comfortable anyway. They're just something a bit different," Damon told her.
She tried not to think about Damon in those positions with some yoga nut who could twist herself into a pretzel and drank grass smoothies.
"If you want to try though…" he said to her, pulling her against him, so she could feel how ready he was for trying.
Needing to run from the fears nipping at her heels, and the insecurities that she'd thought were behind her, she kissed him deeply. She wanted to prove to herself that she wasn't the same woman she had been. She was a new woman; a confident woman, and one who had no trouble pleasing a man in bed. The reassurance she was seeking was given quickly, as she lost herself inside his kiss.
She could never be the same woman she had been, because she'd never been loved the way that he loved her. She had never experienced pleasure like the pleasure he gave her, and she had never known need, until he had shown up and turned her into some wanton woman who craved his touch constantly. Her hands moved down his back, grabbing his butt, pulling his hips even closer to hers.
Damon lost it as Elena told him without words how much she wanted him. He whipped the tee-shirt he was wearing over his head, before picking her up and roughly sitting her on the desk behind them. Not even the papers of the printed manuscript fluttering about could distract him. He couldn't think about anything else when she was in his arms, except how good it felt to be with her.
He always felt so desperate, so hungry for this woman, that it was difficult to slow it down. He'd thought it was the time limit they'd put on it, but not having that time limit anymore hadn't changed anything. She seemed to have no idea how much he wanted her, thought about her. His hands reached under the skirt she was wearing, greedily moving up her thighs until they reached her underwear. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he moved the material out of the way so he could stroke her. Damon's self control evaporated almost entirely when he felt how wet she was for him.
Elena could feel the typewriter in her back, but she didn't care. "Take me,' she demanded.
Damon didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his jeans, and still holding her underwear to the side, he had the tip of his cock at her soft wet entrance in no time. She cried out as he pushed inside her.
She looked him in the eye. "Harder. Faster," she said to him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Damon," a familiar voice sung out.
Both of them froze momentarily.
"You've got to be kidding," Damon ground out.
"Why does that sound like Katherine?" Elena asked Damon who was zipping up and putting his shirt back on. She was trying not to panic as she jumped off the desk, but she could hear floorboards creaking. "Is she inside?"
Damon listened for a minute. "She's inside. You need to hide now."
"Does she have a key?"
"No, but she knows where I keep my spare," he told her.
"Damon. Where are you?" Katherine called in a sing-song manner which sounded incredibly menacing.
Elena swore – something she rarely did. This was the second time she was being forced to hide from Katherine, and Elena was already sick of it. "I'm not hiding," she told him. "There is nowhere to hide."
Damon wanted to tell her to run, but it was too late, Katherine had already found them.
"What are you doing here, Katherine? I told you we were over."
"You did, however, I've been following you."
"You've been stalking me," Damon said with disgust.
"I knew you two were sleeping together."
Damon leaned back against the desk, and realized he had something close at hand that could be useful. He'd seen it done in countless movies and television shows, but could it be done in real life? There was no harm in trying. He discreetly reached for the small recording device he used sometimes when writing, and pressed a button which he hoped would record their conversation.
"Sleeping together? I don't know what you're talking about. Elena's my publicist, and I was showing her some of my work."
"Dear, sweet, innocent Damon; you don't honestly expect me to believe that, do you? There is only one car here, and it's Elena's. I know you stayed the night there last night."
"Yes, because I was drunk, and I slept on the couch."
Elena knew her career was about to be ended. Rose didn't want any more bad press for their new company. She wanted to scream with how unfair it was. Why had Katherine taken such a dislike to her? Why had she been targeted by Elijah?
Katherine smiled at her nastily. "I have something to tell you."
"I'm listening," Elena told her, wondering what kind of spiteful remark she was about to hear.
"Damon only slept with you because I asked him to."
Elena almost sagged with relief. Katherine had no idea that Damon had been honest with her from the start.
"We're not sleeping together, Kat," Damon told her.
"You're lying."
"You have no proof," Elena told her.
"I don't need it."
"Actually, you do. I can't be fired without proof, and you have none."
"Who said anything about fired?"
"You don't want me fired?"
"No. You're to be my replacement, Elena. I want to leave Mystic Falls PR, and Elijah demanded I find him a replacement. I want you to be promoted."
Elena looked at Damon, who looked as confused as she felt right now.
"I don't understand," Elena told her. "You want me to…"
"I want you to take my place."
Elena still didn't understand. "Then why did you ask Damon to sleep with me?"
"It's called leverage, Elena."
"She needed a guarantee you'd take the position," Damon told her, shaking his head.
"Why?" Elena asked.
"Because I'm guessing being promoted isn't everything it's cracked up to be," Damon said, looking to Katherine for confirmation.
"Good for you, Damon. Two plus two. Elijah needs someone to do his dirty work. I vote for Elena."
"Dirty work?" Elena repeated.
"Elijah has certain tasks that have to be done. I don't want to do them anymore."
"What kind of tasks?" Damon asked, hoping they were about to hit pay dirt.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Katherine said to him.
"Why don't you just leave?" Elena asked.
"Why do you think?"
"What does he have on you?" Damon asked her.
"Enough to keep me there," Katherine told him. "But I can walk out, if Elena plays ball."
"I'm not going to take your place, Katherine. I resigned."
"But who will take you when I spread word about this. Don't think I don't know about Rose and the company she's starting, Elena. This would be a nightmare for a new PR company. Take my place, or I will tell everybody."
Elena walked right up to Katherine, until they were nose to nose. "I haven't done anything wrong; but I would rather be broke and jobless than do anything you wanted me to."
"I know you, Elena. Your job is your life."
That statement would have been true two months ago, but it wasn't true anymore. While work and her career were certainly important to her, and a large part of her life, she had used her job as a crutch to avoid personal relationships. She had hidden behind her job, but she wasn't hiding now. That said, she wouldn't go down without a fight.
"I'll find another job," she told Katherine.
"Not in PR."
"Maybe not, but I'll fight it," Elena told her. "I'll fight it the whole way. You can't prove anything, and you don't have the law on your side. Do you really think Mystic Falls wants an unfair dismissal lawsuit of their hands? I think that would be a PR nightmare."
"You're bluffing," Katherine said, starting to sound desperate. "You don't have it in you. It would cost you money, and time, not to mention the fact that we both know that you are screwing your client."
Elena wouldn't be able to easily continue a relationship with Damon if it was taken to court, but Katherine only needed to believe she'd file the lawsuit.
"I'm not bluffing, and you can't prove I've been sleeping with Damon."
"I'll get proof," Katherine said to her.
"Are you going to stalk her too?" Damon asked.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
"Well, I have that on record now."
"What?"
"I've recorded this entire conversation, Katherine. What do you think Elijah will say when I play this tape for him?"
Katherine's cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and her mouth gaped open like a fish before she clamped it shut and glared at them both. "Mark my words; the two of you will regret this."
Elena watched Katherine storm out. Once it sounded as if she'd left the house, she turned to Damon. "You recorded it?"
"Let's see if it worked." Damon rewound the tape a little, and pressed play.
"I'll get proof."
"Are you going to stalk her?"
"I'll do whatever it takes."
"Well, I have that on record now."
"What?"
"I've recorded this entire conversation, Katherine. What do you think Elijah will say when I play this tape for him?"
"It worked," Elena said when she heard the last seconds of their conversation come out through the speaker on the small recorder. She grinned and threw her arms around him.
"I'm not sure we're out of trouble yet," he told her. "She's likely to retaliate."
"I know," Elena said to him. "But thinking of that was genius, and it might be enough to stop her from taking this any further."
"Is there a reward for saving your very pretty neck?"
"How about I cook you dinner?"
"I'm hungry already," he told her.
"Well, let's go then. We need to stop at the shops on the way home."
He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Or we can stay here. I already have food, and a bed close by. We never finished before."
"Yes, and you also have an uninvited house guest who could decide to drop in again at any time."
"I should change the locks," Damon mused, as they left the house.
"And maybe where you keep your spare key," Elena said to him, as they reversed out of the drive.
After they'd been to the shops, Elena dropped Damon at Ric's to pick up his car, and then drove home. She hadn't even stepped out of her vehicle before he pulled in behind her. They walked through her apartment door laden with bags, and boxes of groceries. Elena wondered if she would be feeding a small army, instead of just one man and herself. She had just put down the bags she was carrying, on the counter, when her mobile phone went off.
"Hi Caroline, what's up?"
Elena listened as Caroline told her that she and Stefan, and Bonnie and Jeremy were at the bar. Elena looked at Damon. He was pretending to be engrossed in the paper they'd just bought, but he could obviously hear her conversation. Would Damon want to spend time with her friends? Was it too soon for him to meet her brother? They'd only just changed gears from a fling that was supposed to be finished, to a full on relationship.
She tried to imagine the look on Caroline and Bonnie's face if she turned up with Damon. They didn't know Elena had slept with him again last weekend. The last time they'd all been talking about him, he'd walked into the bar with someone else, and last night they'd all seen some redhead all over him. She could already hear Bonnie telling her that she was indulging in self-destructive behavior.
"You know what, Car; I'm going to pass on tonight."
"No Elena. You have to come! Please. We're waiting for you."
Elena felt the guilt creeping in. She didn't want to be one of those women who ditched her friends for a guy, but she didn't want her night with Damon to be over either. They couldn't be seen at the bar together, and it would be rude to cut their night short when she'd said she'd cook him dinner.
"Sorry, Caroline. I'm going to get an early night. You guys have fun though."
She felt terrible after she hung up. Caroline had sounded so disappointed, and she'd heard them all laughing in the background. It sounded like they were having fun.
"That was Caroline," she told Damon. "They're at the bar."
"Did you want to go?" Damon asked her.
"We probably shouldn't be seen at the bar together," she told him.
"I could go home."
"Oh."
"If you want to go, that is," he added.
He hadn't been talking about going with her. She wanted to join them, but not quite as much as she wanted to be with Damon. Blowing off her friends wouldn't be a regular thing, she assured herself; it was just tonight.
"No. You know what, I wanted to stay in anyway."
She was lying, but he seemed relieved, which in turn made her feel like she'd made the right decision. He wanted to spend time with her. After the drama of the afternoon, she needed to wind down. She poured them both a glass of wine, and allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure of cooking with someone.
Despite the fact she was meant to be cooking for him, he was more than happy to lend a hand. They worked well in the kitchen together, moving in sync. The thought pleased her inordinately. After they'd eaten, they did the dishes and then sat down to watch a movie. Elena had just opened the DVD player when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Elena called out, her paranoia still in place after Katherine's visit this afternoon.
"Come and see."
"Bonnie," Elena muttered, with a frown.
Elena moved to the door and opened it. Elena felt the panic set in as she took in who was at her door; Bonnie, Jeremy, Caroline, Stefan…and Chris.
"Surprise!" they chorused.
"You wouldn't come to us; so we came to you," Bonnie said to her.
"Come on, 'Lena, let us in," Jeremy said to her. "We brought alcohol. Don't want you drinking alone on a Saturday night."
It was Caroline who looked past her, and must have seen Damon. "Umm, guys, I don't think she's alone."
One by one, they filed past her silently, except for Chris, who gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look real pretty," he told her.
Elena felt herself blush, but she wasn't sure if that was because of Chris, or because Damon was most likely watching them.
She took her time to close the door, not wanting to turn around and see the look on everyone's face. She'd lied to her friends; lied by omission, and now Damon was about to meet everyone, whether he wanted to or not. Her thoughts of a relaxing evening vanished. Two was company; seven was a crowd, especially when it included Damon, and Chris. She hoped Jeremy had bought the entire liquor store with him, because she'd suddenly discovered the urge to get drunk tonight. Elena turned around just in time to see her brother address Damon.
"I'm Jeremy. Who the hell are you?"
Note to self: re-read A/N, for epic errors.
A/N: So, it looks like last chapter I wrote that there would be another 16-20 chapters, when what I really meant to write is that this fic would be 16-20 chapters in total. I can see some of you pumping your fist at me, and others sighing a sigh of relief. I will say that I was shocked by how many of you liked the idea of so many chapters. With the overwhelming support I receive from all of you, I'm inclined to want to give you what you want. That said, I can't see this fic being another 70,000-90,000 words - I might give birth first, if it goes for that long :) That said, this story does have more chapters than I'd originally counted, and I don't want to miss out on opportunities the way I did with LIALM. So, I'm going to write the story the way I always intended, and I'll keep you guys in the loop about how we're looking chapter wise. Everyone happy?
Next chapter is going to be one big party, with the four boys and three girls. I hope you're all pumped, and no-one died from chocolate overdose on the weekend. As always, thanks for reading, and please review.