Ok, so I told you there were two stories, but now there are actually 3! I haven't come up with a summery or title for them yet, THEY ARE STILL IN PROGRESS! But I wanted to give you a sneak peak of them, and see which on should be my biggest priority! So I'm going to call them story 1, 2, and 3. Enjoy!
Here's the first one, the most developed one so far. I personally favor this one, but I want to know what you think!
Story 1:
PROLOGUE
Takes place after New Moon. The issue with the Volturi has happened, and after that, Edward became a control freak, driving Bella right into Jacobs arms...
It's been 16 years. 16. Sixteen years since I've seen him.
I left him. Why? He was my reason for existence, but we weren't married or anything. We could've been. How do I know? That's right. I don't.
I let for a reason that I thought was good enough. I'm such an idiot sometimes. To just up and leave like I did? Damn it, Bella!
Oh, the reason? I was pregnant. No doubt about it, it was his. I was pregnant with his baby, and my decision was to leave. Congratulations, Bella. You've turned into a full blown retard.
I would've gone back. Yes. That I'm sure of. I would've gone back many years ago. But when my baby Dean was only three months old, the Volturi found me. They took me and my baby away. They had a lot more humans with them than I had expected. They were servants. They did the Volturi's bidding. I couldn't even believe my eyes the first time I saw a human in a red dress with a white cape ( vampires wore black, humans wore white) carry a tray with goblets set on them. Goblets full of blood. They didn't even attack people anymore. They had other people do that for them, and drain their blood into cups for the humans to bring to them.
And my baby had to grow up here. He remembers nothing other than being pushed around by cold, marble 'masters', and he could do nothing about it.
I know they would've changed me. But they could do absolutely nothing to me. A few weeks after being taking in, a spirit wolf was summoned inside of me. How? Why? I don't know. I still look human, I'm not super strong, I don't have super hearing, and I never feel like I'm running a fever all the time. The vampires don't even smell bad to me. All I know is that I can change into a small wolf when I please, and because of this, even today, I still look 17. Why is that bad, Bella? Eternal youth is amazing! But that means I'll also live forever. Forever in Volterra.
Whenever any vampire even thinks of turning me, or biting me (or if blood spills out of my body), I'll suddenly smell horrible to them, and the urge to suck my blood immediately goes away. And once they didn't want to suck my blood anymore, I smelled fine. Better than fine. Intoxicating was the word that was most often used. My baby had this same trait.
Did the Volturi know I was a wolf? No. Did they wonder why I looked the same age although many years have gone by? Yes. Did they try to find out why? Yes. Did they ever find anything? No.
The only thing that kept me going was my baby boy. I watched him grow, everyday looking more and more like his father. He had his skin and hair, but he had my eyes and facial features. But most importantly, he had his father's smile. The smile that put the suns shine to shame. But it was nearly never on his face. There was almost no reason to smile here.
I wished he would come rescue me. Oh, I still haven't told you who he was have I? Silly me.
Jacob. Jake. Lover. Best Friend. Mate. Imprint. Honey. Alpha. Wolf.
Those are just some of the names that he can be called by.
I wanted him and the pack to come rescue me, but I knew that wouldn't be happening. Even if he could ever forgive me for leaving him, he would have no idea where I am. Even if her knew where I was, it was doubtful he'd be able to get past all of these bloodsuckers. Alone at least.
So this is my life now. Caring for my son and bringing goblets of blood to royal vampires. Yippie.
I was just waiting for something to happen. Something would happen. And soon. I could feel it.
I told myself that for 16 years.
If something wasn't going to happen on its own, I was going to make it happen. What it was, I don't know. But if there was one thing I was going to do, I was getting out of here.
I was getting out.
CHAPTER 1: THE PLAN STARTS TO FORM
"Dean, baby why are you always getting into trouble?" I was in the infirmary, dabbing blood off of my son's chest, where Felix had given him the blow. I was shocked at how well toned his abs were. I guess I could understand why. Vampires are lazy. They have my baby hauling heavy things everywhere, all the time. He has to be strong for his job.
"I can't help it, Mom. They piss me off so much." Of course they do sweetie. It's what they're meant to do.
"Honey, I know. I promise you, someday we'll leave this place. But for now, we have to do what we're told, and no buts," I whisper soothingly. He was only 16. He shouldn't have to deal with this. I could only think of one other 16 year old who may have had to go through something worse. There wasn't a day that went by without me thinking of that person. How I miss him...
"I don't want to do what I'm told by those freaks. I want to have a regular life!" The latter he shouted, holding back tears. There wasn't a day that has gone by without a human tipping over the edge.
I laughed softly. "You're such a rebel. Like your father. And you will have a regular life. That I can promise you," I put the rag back into the bloodied bowl and start to bandage up Dean's chest. "Now, you'll have to be laying down for a few days-"
"But-" he tries to interrupt me, struggling to get up.
"No. I'll tell Aro. You're not in the shape to work. You'll just hurt yourself more." I placed my hand on his shoulder and gently lowered him back down onto the bed.
He stares up at the ceiling for a second. "I feel sick," he states.
I touch my hand to his forehead, and whip my hand back, as though I'd been burned. In a way, I have. I haven't felt that heat in years... 16 years to be exact.
Was my baby going to be a spirit wolf?
Of course he was. What kind of question was that in the first place? His father was alpha of the last Quileute pack. And he was going to be the new generations alpha.
"You're very sick. I need to take you to a room where nobody will disturb you for a few days. This is very contagious. I'll need to care for you for a week or so," I say, rolling his bed into one of the rooms where you need a keycard to get in or out. Alec stops me.
"Where do you think you're going, little human?"
"Dean is very sick. What he has is extremely contagious, and he won't be able to work for a few days," I reply, unfazed by Alec's death stare. "I'll need to take this room for him so nobody else gets sick."
"Wait, but mom, what about you? Won't you get sick too?" Dean asks, worried for my well-being. He's been getting very protective of me in the past couple weeks. I guess he must have been building up to protecting humanity from vamps.
"I'll be fine. I'm immune to this disease. I've been around it before," I lie smoothly. I've gotten much better at that. Nobody will be able to tell if I'm telling the truth or not. What with Aro not being able to read me mind and all.
"And what about you, little missy?" Alec tracing one of his filthy fingers along my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"I'll be off for a few days to take care of him," I shoot back. I knew they wouldn't hurt me. And I wouldn't hurt them of course. Not that I could anyways. Unless I wolfed out on them, back THAT wasn't happening. We were at an impasse.
"Very well." he drops a key into my hands and I clench my first around it and move forward, not turning around until I was in the room with the door slammed shut behind me.
I worked on getting things that I would need for the next few days.
"Mom, am I going to be ok?" His voice was quavering as he spoke.
I turn back to him and place a hand on his cheek. "You're going to be just fine, Dean. It's not bad until the end if you know what you're doing."
"What happens at the end?"
"All in due time. I have some stories to tell you while you're here. To pass the time."
And that's what I did. I told him stories of the Quileute spirit wolves. He though it was a fairy tale. I'd tell him later that it wasn't. I'll probably tell him a little bit before his change.
On the fifth day of caring for Dean, a knock came on the door. I opened it up to my best friend.
"Bella! I've been so worried about you! Nobody would tell us where you were!" Kat stormed through the door, enveloping me in a fierce hug.
"Kat, I'm just fine. It's Dean that's not." She peered around me at my son, looking even worse than before.
"Dean! Oh my gosh! What happened?" She dashed over to his bed and grasped his hand. Kat was a very kind, and bubbly person. She reminded me a lot of Alice. The only difference was that Alice was a backstabbing bitch, and Kat wasn't. Alice was encouraging Edward to control my every move. All she cared about, was me turning later, so I could be her little dress up doll. Don't even get me started on Edward.
"He's sick. He should be fine in about two days," I reply, standing behind her, looking at my son.
"Hey, Kat. How's Todd doing?" Todd was Dean's best friend here. They had the same job, and were the same age. They bonded over being here for their whole life. Todd's mother passed a few years ago when he was only 12. Kat and I were close to her.
"Oh, Todd? He's just being Todd. Complaining about how now he has to do everything now that you're gone," Kat shrugs. Todd and Dean are always complaining.
"Well he should get the fuck over it," Dean growls. Oh no, he's starting to get angry. I know where this is going.
"Excuse me?" Kat is aghast. Dean is no less than polite to Kat all the time.
"He should fucking understand that 'm sick and can't do anything, and he needs to get over it and pull his own weight around here!" He's screaming in her face now. I had to get Kat out of here before he phased early.
"Kat, you need to go, this is part of the sickness, it's getting to the worst part. I'll contact you when it's over. We're getting there." I push a very confused Kat out of the door and shut it.
Dean was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I go over to him and put a soothing hand on his arm. He stops shaking at my touch.
"I'm so sorry, Mom. I don't know what that was," I lowered his head guiltily.
"I know honey. It's your sickness. It's nearing the end."
"Are you going to tell me what happens at the end?" he asks.
"Tomorrow. I'll make this quick and easy and have it be done by tomorrow. But for now you need your rest. I'm going to go to the coffee shop again now, ok?"
"But you're always going there," he complains.
"I have a good reason," I say, and walk out the door.
Now why have I been going to the coffee shop a lot in this past week that Dean's been sick? I have a plan.
The Volturi let us go into town whenever. We don't even need to be followed. But you have to be back in an hour. You have to wear your white cape, and be back in an hour's time. If you're not, then that's when they come looking for you. It's easy with our scent, and they can also easily spot our white capes. They also have a money vault. Before you go, you can take some money from the vault and spend it in town.
That's what I've been doing. If you take out too much at a time, I'm sure they'll get suspicious, so recently, I've been taking a little money out and hiding it in a plant at the nearby coffee shop, and not spending it.
Why?
Because I was getting Dean out of here.
And he was going to get me out of here.
But he needs a plane ticket to get the only person that I know would be able to get me out of here.
The plan is forming, and the only thing in my way is time.
But whether anyone liked it or not, I was going to see him again.
And nothing was going to stop me.
This is the least developed, so it's pretty short!
Story 2:
Prologue
I never knew if it was day or night anymore. I kept to myself, alone, in the darkness of my little camper, watching, waiting. What for, I have no idea. My door was locked, only opened every once in a while for someone with food. I rarely ate, but when I did, little went in, and it all came out only minutes later. I never left my blanket for any moment of time. It's warmth reminded me of him...
How long it's been, I don't know. I just keep the pictures going through my head. Replay. Replay. Replay. What could I have done? What could my useless little human body could've done to save the only thing in the world that mattered to me? Nothing. Nothing but stand there and watch while the one I loved most get torn apart by hundreds of them in the middle of the street. I could've died that day.
Coulda'.
Woulda'.
Shoulda'.
But I was being held back by his best friend. How he wasn't breaking down into a thousand pieces like me, I didn't know. Was I the only one that cared? The only one who could appreciate the amazingness of the man that turned into a snack for them in three seconds? I will never get his tortured screams out of my head. The screams telling me to run. I didn't pull my head away from the gruesome scene in front of me. It could be the last time I could ever look into his eyes.
I cursed those wretched things that attacked and took him down. Him. My Jacob. Them. The fucking zombies. Werewolves can handle many. Dozens at a time. But hundreds? We've also wondered what a bite would do to a wolf. Nobody wanted to test that out though. Now we had our answer.
Again, I have no idea how long it's been. Possibly a little over 6 months since the start? And only about three months without him. I feel like it's been eternity.
I wanted out.
They argued with me. They told me that Jacob wouldn't want this. The mention of his name sent me into a screaming fit for hours. Possibly a day. They never gave me anything sharp or pointy, cutting up my food before serving it to me. It was boring in my little camper. There was a television, but that was about it. Not that I watched it. Not that there was anything on. Not that I would care, anyways. Nothing mattered.
Nothing but him.
I remember when it all started, as clear as day. The start of the apocalypse.
And finally...
Story 3:
PROLOGUE
Coming up to an unfamiliar house, I remind myself that this is it. That moment of truth. That moment when I become united again with the one I love. I hear his snoring from somewhere upstairs of this house. Of course he's sleeping. Not only has he probably patrolled the forest covered in fur all day, but it was also 3:00A.M. I open the door and walk in -knowing that he never locked his door- with one of my suitcases, and looked around.
It was dark, the only light being the soft glow from the moon. There were no houses nearby, and for good reason. Appearing and disappearing stark naked would seem to be noticeable.
I set my bag down and marveled at the beautiful house I had entered. It was one big room with a door to the right to which I would assume the kitchen was beyond. There was a closet to my left and a door to the bathroom next to me on the right. There was a dark brown couch and matching chair in the middle of the floor, sitting on a forest green carpet. A coffee table sat in front of the couch, and a fireplace was a few feet away from the coffee table. A sliding glass door was on the left side of the fireplace, and a huge dining table fit to serve many large men on the right. Finally there was a gigantic, mahogany, curving staircase on my left side leading to a single door, closed, but I could still hear the loud snoring from within.
Although I had just walked through the door, this house already seemed familiar. Every door, wall, and floor seemed perfect, and I could have imagined nothing better.
All of this was registering in the back of my head though. There was really only one thought that was screaming at me ever since I stepped on this piece of land.
Home.
CHAPTER 1: BACKSTORY
I didn't grow up to be a very normal child. From falling in love with vampires, then werewolves, there wasn't much that was too weird for me.
When I found Jacob injured from the fight with the newborns, the pain in my chest ripped open even worse than before at the thought of him dying, and not being in my life anymore.
I had no idea how I didn't see it before. That I was in love with him. That he was the reason I woke up every morning. That he was the reason for my existence. As I came to this realization, the next time I saw him recovering in bed, he imprinted on me.
It was just dandy for a few years. Edward had left me to be with Jacob, and life was good. Until one day.
I had realized that I had been feeling sick. Throwing up every so often and having strange dreams, cravings. I don't know how I automatically came to this conclusion, but I thought I was pregnant. I didn't want to believe it, I wasn't ready.
The very next day I went to the store to buy a test, and it turned out positive. I didn't talk, eat, or sleep for three days. Jacob didn't know what to do. He had no way of cheering me up. On that third day, I left. I packed my bags and left everyone a note.
For whom it concerns,
I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly. I cannot tell you why. I cannot tell anyone why. I just need some time to get myself together. I will hopefully be back as soon as I can, but no promises.
I love you all,
Bella
A note. A stupid, silly note. I never even said goodbye. I said it in my own little way to myself, kissing him on that last day longer than I normally would have and being as close as I physically could for that day. Was that really all I did? He would be in pain over my leaving, just a note to keep him satisfied until I came back. With a child.
I took off across the county and lived on my own. Despair settled in as I went day by day without Jacob. A few months later, I noticed no changes. As it turned out, the test was wrong and I WASN'T pregnant. I had left for absolutely no reason.
I didn't even know what I was thinking at the time. Who else would be better for getting me through this situation? Or course the father of the baby. But I was the most gutless, weak person ever, and I just left. I couldn't go back, I just felt that everyone would hate me for leaving.
I missed him all the time though, and got numerous phone calls a day, no matter how many months had past. Never did he once try to convince himself I was dead, or never coming back. Sometimes I would pick up the phone just to hear his voice.
I also got to see him. One day I decided to go on the internet, looking for nothing special or in particular. In the most watched section of YouTube, there was a new group of youtubers. They called themselves simply, BOYZ. They did music videos, random videos, Draw my Life's... well, just about everything. But the best part was that I knew them. It was the pack. Every week they would post a new video, and I would get to see them.
But seeing them wasn't the same as being there with them.
It was torture. I didn't sleep much, but when I did, I would dream about him. I would cry when I woke up, begging for the dream to be real. I was always cold. So very cold that I would wear sweaters and ugg boots in the 100 degree summers. I had a constant gnawing inside my chest that moved to my stomach, making food not very appealing. But the very worst thing was my imprint bond. It's a part in your body that's just everywhere. Once you imprint, it switches on inside your body so you can always feel the connection running between you and your lover. You can tell what your imprint is feeling all the time. Since we were both in despair, I felt like shit 24/7. But this was all on the inside. On the outside, I the bitch. Not a bitch. THE bitch. On their YouTube channel they sometimes put up my picture. Jacob was always in the background just plain in despair, and people wanted to know why. They asked people to call them if they found me. Some people did. They called me a heartless motherfucker and sometimes even beat me up. I had to change.
I wear makeup now, and not just a little. I buffed up my wardrobe and wear things I would never have dreamed of simply months ago. The woman on the outside grew strong and different, trying to drag the inside along. It worked just enough to make a decision.
So these two years later I am a 21 year old girl with a different view on the world. I need to go back. The imprint has become unbearable. I had forced it down day by day, even sometimes drinking it off, but it never wavered. Now it was worse than it has ever been.
I got a plane and flew home.
Home. Another word for home?
Jacob.
CHAPTER 2: Driven Away
(Takes place after the prologue)
As I brought all of my boxes and bags in, it came to my mind that Jacob wasn't awake yet. Hadn't he heard me coming in? Supernatural werewolf, remember?
A thought occurred to me. He was always talking about my scent being 'intoxicating'. Is it possible that my scent being here is calming him enough to keep sleeping? Maybe.
It was around 3:15a.m. now, and I was tired. I tiptoed up the steps to the door and peeked in. It was dark. Too dark that my weak human eyes couldn't see anything. Not until I saw a shadow move. Shit! Is he awake? Did my clumsy, loud, walk up the stairs wake him up? Will I need to answer questions now rather than later?
The movement was just him rolling over. My eyes were a little more adjusted, and I made my way across the room to the edge of the bed. I was in sweatpants and a T-shirt so there was no need to change.
My eyes were now fully attuned to the darkness and I could see the figure in the bed as best as a human possibly could in the dark. When he rolled earlier it was away from me, so I couldn't see the face that have been the stars of my dreams for the past two years. I crawled in beside him, feeling his warm skin on mine, and once I did, he automatically turned toward me in his sleep and wrapped his arms around me. I looked up and saw his face, the definition of pure beauty. He looked a little older, and his muscles also indicated that, but other than that, nothing has really changed. He has his short hair all messed up in his face, and he even smiled a little bit while sleeping, grabbing me tighter and sighing.
It wasn't hard to fall asleep.
...
I woke at an early hour, having gotten the best sleep in two years. Light was streaming through the window, and I could finally see the room. But most importantly than seeing the room - seeing him. His features almost were the same. He was just bigger. I didn't even know if it was possible to get bigger than he was before, but here's the living, breathing, truth.
I wanted to surprise him. In a good and bad way. I got ready like I normally would for the day, piling makeup on my face plus wearing what I thought was comfortable and sexy, and head downstairs.
Breakfast time for my wolf
DEAN'S POV
Now I've been a werewolf for almost two years. My cousin Paul helped my through it along with some other guys who've pretty much been my family for this time. Our Alpha, Jacob, let me move into his old garage outside of Billy's house so that I can be near my cousin, who's imprint is Jacob's sister, and I can't live with my parents because I don't think they would appreciate me walking around in my birth suit most of the time.
Some people think I have a temper. I think they can just keep their mouths shut before I can do it for them.
I try to have fun, but Jacob is a HUGE party crusher. Some of the pack says he was actually the life of the party when his girlfriend Bella was around. From what I hear about her, she's a complete bitch. Just leaving him like that without an explanation? If that isn't the definition of bitch, I dunno what is.
Two more guys phased after me in these two years. One of them, Justin, phased about 8 months after I did and he's a complete kissup. Always volunteering for crap and whatnot. Trying to be Jacob's favorite.
The last one to phase as of yet is Tyler. He phased just 3 months ago and is still in that quiet phase of being a wolf. Just sitting there thinking about how your life is ruined. So I guess everyone went through that stage except for Paul, and me. I just love my new muscles.
Today I was finishing up patrols with 'the pups' as everyone always called us. Me, Tyler, Justin, Seth, Brady, and Collin, are all known as the pups. Even though we've been like this for two years. Tyler, Justin, Seth, And I were heading home when we caught scent of food coming from inside of Jacob's house.
What? Jacob doesn't cook. -Seth
Who's in his house? -Justin
Then we all caught this sweet aroma. A girl.
What about Bella? He'd never let another girl into his house! -Seth
We all phase and bolt to his house and peek through the window to find this slender, beautiful girl cooking in Jake's kitchen. She was wearing tight skinny jeans, like, REALLY tight, and some black, sexy high heeled boots. She was wearing a tight black T-shirt with BLACK on the back, and we all found that weird because that's Jacob's last name. Her hair was dark brown and that type of hair that most girls would kill for. Long, almost to her waist, and that smooth, silky waves with just the slightest hint of a curl at the end.
She suddenly turned around and we all ducked down, so she wouldn't see us, and she walked over to the window we were hiding under. "Hungry, boys?" How did she know we were here? None of us made a sound. "Suit yourself, I made enough for all of you." We could hear the click clacking of her heels as she made her way back to the oven, right before the beeping sounded.
I look at the boys, confused. I guess we were all on the same page judging by their expression. Seth, being the oldest wolf, jerks his head in the direction of the door. Follow.
We all creep in the back door and look at this woman piling food onto plates.
"Do any of you know her?" I ask in a voice so quiet, only a wolf would hear. They all shake their heads, no.
"Are you just going to stand there at the door, are you going to come inside and sit down?" How the hell did she do that?! We haven't made a sound, and she hasn't turned around yet.
Seth pipes up. "Excuse me, but who are you?"
"Aw, Seth, sweet as ever." She finally turns around. " Don't remember me, hon'?" She holds her arms out and gives him a knowing look. She was beautiful. Her face was covered in makeup, but it didn't look bad. She had these brown eyes that looked like pools of melted chocolate. She had a sweet smile, and a huge pair of bold black glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. My eyes trailed down to her shirt, to see that the T-shirt had a VERY low v-neck. Just the way I like 'em.
"Sorry?"
"Hm. You'll figure it out soon enough. Do you still need patrol? Because if you do than eat and get outta here!"
We all sit down cautiously, keeping all eyes on this mystery woman. She turns and sets plates piling with food in front of each of us. There's still plenty left over. I honestly don't care who this bitch in Jacob's house is. She just gave me food. I like her already. I can tell the others feel the same way, digging into their food as well, but Seth just keeps looking at her like he's trying to figure out where he's seen her before.
"Seth, you gotta try this!" Justin says, shoving the plate of food towards Seth. "Thank you, Ma'am." See what I mean? Kissup.
"So, bitch, when are you going to tell us who you are?" I was finished eating, and had my hands behind me head. Relaxed. Or threatening.
"You must be a relative of Paul's. Dean, right?" she says, not bothered at all.
"Guilty as charged," I reply, with a smirk.
"How do you know Paul?" Tyler whispers, his first spoken words all this time.
"Jackass almost killed me one day. Wolf's out of the bag because of him." We were all in shock. Not only did she seem to know everything about us, but she actually knew EVERYTHING about us.
"I don't remember Paul ever trying to kill someone," Seth said, startled. The door behind us creaked open, and Jake stuck his grumpy face in and looked at all of us before finally settling on the woman.
JAKE'S POV
"Why did you guys let some random bitch in my house," I say, unfazed, grabbing a piece of bacon from the pan.
The woman looked upset. "Excuse me?"
"Get out of my house," was my acid reply.
"Oh, Jacob, maybe you should get your head out of your ass and open your eyes a little bit more. Someone's tired today." Who the hell does this chick think she is?
"I said, get out of my house. Before I make you." I squint my eyes. She seems oddly familiar. Eh, whatever. Probably some girl that lives in Forks.
"This is my thank you for making you breakfast?" Her eyes were starring daggers into mine. Somehow, that look dug into my soul. I brushed it off.
"Get. Out. Of . My. House." I gave her the look right back. She rushed forward and grabbed my face in her hands and stared me down for a good three seconds before I was able to regain my shock and push her off of me. She fell to the floor with a harsh thud.
" Do you honestly not recognize me? I'm not that different," she whimpers from the ground.
"Never seen your scrawny, pale ass in my life." The hurt that crossed her face was so powerful it almost even brought ME to tears. She pulled out her phone and ferociously types a text onto her phone and stomps out the door.
Not ten seconds later, Quil comes dashing in, bewildered. "Jake, why is there some chick sprinting from your house crying?!"
"Cause she was in my house without an invitation."I shrugged it off. My phone suddenly went off with the little sound that comes up when Bella texts me. BELLA?!
I rip the phone from my sweatpants and read what's been sent to me.
Is that all I am to you anymore? Someone you can't recognize standing in the middle of your house? Some random bitch with a scrawny , pale ass? I came back to make things right, and you can't even recognize my face anymore. It seems like I just got back. Oh, yeah, I FUCKING DID! Well, now I'm off again. Goodbye. It was nice seeing you in those two seconds that you weren't a complete asshole.
-Bella (The one I THOUGHT was your imprint)
One word.
Fuck.
I hoped you liked them, and that you vote on your favorites (1,2, or 3), and I'll hopefully have them done soon! XOXO
-Bella Wolff