Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Heal me, I'm heartsick;
hungry, thought I could survive on you
Hear my heartsick, hungry cries
I'm heartsick
-No Vacancy, "Heal Me, I'm Heartsick"
xxx
"You're avoiding him now, aren't you?"
Sanji glanced up at the woman hidden in the shadows, her piercing blue eyes the only noticeable colour in the gloom.
"Robin-chan, how nice of you to come visit!" he waved enthusiastically before leaning over the rail and letting the fresh sea air blow into his face.
"Where are your guards?" she asked, stepping down the short flight of stairs onto the wooden boardwalk, her high-heeled boots clicking as she walked.
"Ditched them," he flashed her a grin.
"Sanji…" she came and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm kidding, Robin," he rolled his eyes. "They're around, I'm sure. But there's so many people here Krieg's men won't try anything. Besides, I've got an informant."
"Your 'informant' is Bon Kurei, is it not?" Robin looked unimpressed.
"Is that a problem?"
"No. I suppose he's told you that I worked with him? For Crocodile?"
"Yeah, he mentioned it," Sanji hung farther over the railing. "Anyhow, who am I avoiding?"
"Zoro."
"Ah."
"You are, are you not?"
"Kind of, I guess. I mean," he sighed and turned around so that his elbows were braced on the rail. "Things are…weird. And I think that they're gonna stay weird until this is over. He doesn't get it yet…doesn't get me yet, even though he claims that he loves me."
"You think he's lying?" she blinked.
"No. I believe that he loves what I've shown to him, but there's so much more to me, and…and he's unable to accept it. Yet."
"Oh, Sanji," Robin came and put a hand on his shoulder. "This probably isn't the best time to be fighting. You need support right now."
"It's fine, Robin," he forced a smile onto his face. "It's weighing on all of us right now. When this is done, I'm sure we'll find time to talk it out."
Robin made herself nod, although both of them knew very well that Sanji was only being so optimistic to make himself feel better. The chances were very great that at least somebody might not make it out alive. "I'm sure you will," she finally settled on saying.
"You're coming to Lucci's tomorrow, right?" Sanji glanced back at the older woman, and she nodded.
"I believe that everyone will be there, will they not?"
"Yeah, probably," Sanji lit a fresh cigarette. "Hey, wanna grab some lunch with me?"
"I'd like that," Robin admitted with a stately nod.
"They've got this great curry place inside," Sanji held out his hand and Robin took it with a smile and a relieved laugh. Sanji would be alright, if he was still managing to only eat the foods that appealed to his sensitive palate. She just hoped that Zoro could see what an exceptional young man the blonde cook was.
000
"Come in!"
Sanji slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, shaking his head as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"You're early. As far as I know, the meeting does not start until…"
"Seven. I know, but…"
"It's 3:30."
"I know," Sanji sighed, fiddling with an unlit cigarette before he stuck it into his mouth and attempted to regain his poise. "I wanted to talk."
"For…three and a half hours?"
"Look, man, it's…" he sighed again and removed the cigarette.
"You're making me nervous. Sit, already," Kaku shook his head ruefully and patted the blanket, and Sanji came over and slid onto the bed. "Now. What do you need to talk to me so desperately about?"
"Not yet," Sanji pursed his lips, obviously trying to figure out where to start. "Kaku, can I ask you something?"
"Anything. I may not answer, though."
"How old are you?"
"Strange question," Kaku shifted, a slight grimace crossing his face as he manoeuvred himself into a more upright position against the headboard and pillows.
"Whatever, can you answer it?"
"Of course," Kaku looked mildly offended. "I'm twenty-four, if you must know."
Sanji swore under his breath and glanced down.
"What? Sanji…"
"Nothing, it's just…I mean, man, Kaku, you act like you're fifty most of the time…and I mean that as a compliment, you know, because you're brilliant, but you know so much about the world and so much about who you are as a person and I…I'm nearly twenty-one, and I just…don't," he finished lamely as Kaku laughed quietly, one hand wrapped around his chest to brace himself. "Oi, it isn't funny, square-nose!"
"You think…where did you get such an outrageous idea, Sanji?"
"What?"
"That I know exactly who I am and where my life is going. Look," he hesitated for a moment before putting his hand overtop of Sanji's on the sheets, and Sanji glanced and him and blinked, but he didn't move his hand. "Sanji, you know perfectly well the type of relationship I have with my sometimes-lover. It's far from healthy, so you have no justifiable way of proving that I know what I'm doing. Secondly, there is no possible way that I know without a doubt what I'm doing with my life or if I am who I truly want to be. In fact, I don't know if there's an absolute answer to that question. I think we're always growing and changing, and each new experience shapes us in different ways. As long as you're happy with who you are, I think that's all that should matter."
"Yeah?" Sanji shifted closer, silently asking for permission, and Kaku exhaled and nodded, letting the blonde rest carefully against his shoulder. "Sometimes I feel like you're twice as old as I am."
"Ugh, please, lad, don't even start with that. I have more than enough people jibing me for the strange turns of phrase that I use," he sniffed.
"So how much older is Lucci?"
"He's got half a decade on me…a little more, I guess, his birthday's earlier in the year," Kaku mused.
"So he's…"
"Nearing thirty. Scary, isn't it?" Kaku glanced at Sanji, who was staring up at him thoughtfully.
"At least he'll probably live to see it."
"Don't be morbid. I have to deal with that enough from Rob," Kaku muttered. "But that isn't what you came to talk about. It's about Zoro, isn't it?"
"Of course," Sanji got straight to the point and told Kaku what had happened the night at Chopper's, and the older man studied him in silence for a time.
"Well," he finally cleared his throat. "I don't see that there's much I can tell you apart from what Nami and Ace already have. Zoro will have to figure out on his own what you mean to him and what he wants you to mean to him, and you're going to have to reach a compromise."
"Compromise?" Sanji yawned. "What type of compromise?"
"I suppose that was worded badly. He needs to reach a compromise. You've given him all that you can by assuring him you would never stand in the way of his lifelong dream, and now he needs to commit to the fact that you won't be changing who you are simply because he's not fond of it. Unfortunately, you both have incredibly strong personalities and are quite unwilling to budge from your chosen moral paths. I can relate, naturally…Rob and I are much the same way," he half-smiled. "You've proven to him that you're ready to take your relationship farther, but until he can give you the same assurance, you're going to feel like you're stuck in a rut," Kaku started to stroke Sanji's hair, letting his fingers slip through the golden strands.
"So what do I do until then?"
"Muddle through in whatever way you can," Kaku said softly. "And I know that's hardly reassuring and you're probably looking for something more, but I don't think there's anything more to tell you. If you love him; if you believe he loves you…it should all work out. Shouldn't it?"
"Theoretically speaking, of course," Sanji let his eyes slide closed. "It's just…on top of everything else that's been happening lately, this animosity with Zoro is the last thing I need."
"Have you spoken to him since then?"
"Quite frankly, I've been avoiding him like the plague," Sanji laughed, a little embarrassed.
"Well, tonight, then. You have to talk to him tonight," Kaku moved his arm to encircle Sanji's shoulders. "It won't get better if you don't do something about it, so it's no good putting it off, right?"
"Yes, mom."
"Good. I'm glad we're clear on that. And…" he craned his neck to look at the clock, "We still have over three hours until the meeting. Anything else you need to chat about?"
"Nah," Sanji shrugged. "To be honest, I really came over here so early to avoid Zoro at the gym. And…" he paused before blurting out, "I'm sick of microwaves, so I was thinking that maybe…"
"Sanji, if you want to cook for me, then by all means, cook for me. Please," Kaku added.
"Oh, but I really did want to ask your advice…"
"I'm not offended if the only reason you came here is to use a decent kitchen," the other man assured him.
"That's just because you're getting free food out of it," Sanji maturely stuck out his tongue.
"Well, cooked food, anyway. It is my food you're using to cook with, right?"
"Touché," Sanji muttered. "Hey, you want to move to the kitchen so we don't have to yell at each other?"
"Preferably," Kaku tried to get out of the bed.
"Oi, don't," Sanji walked over and lifted him. "I don't want your boyfriend thinking I've made you exert yourself too much. He might just kill me, client or not."
"Rob…is rather protective of what he considers 'his,'" Kaku agreed absently, and Sanji snorted.
"Oh, so he'll ignore you for two years and then suddenly decide you're his property? Yeah, real healthy relationship."
"What did I tell you?" Kaku weakly shoved his shoulder. "Love is blind, after all."
"Obviously," Sanji set him down gently on a chair and went to the fridge. "What do you want?"
"What do we have? Rob's been doing the shopping," Kaku shrugged, tucking his feet underneath him and leaning his elbows on the table.
"Dunno…some chicken, some beef, some…what is that…oh, man, what I could do with that…"
"What?"
"Cioppino?"
"We have ingredients?" Kaku looked surprised. "Rob usually doesn't buy much seafood."
"Huh. Well, there's salmon, halibut, mussels, scallops and clams, at least. I can whip up a spicy tomato sauce or something. How about it?" Sanji grinned at him, happy to be back in a decent kitchen.
"Wonderful."
"You can eat solid foods?"
"I don't see why not. I've been eating mostly everything."
"Awesome," Sanji pulled out a frying pan. "Prepare to be amazed, my ungulate-loving friend."
000
"So what time is it now?"
"Ah…" Sanji craned his neck. "6-ish?"
"Think I have time for a nap?"
"Probably," Sanji yawned. "Could use one myself, unless you want dessert."
"Mmm, I doubt we have anything. And I'm comfortable."
"Yeah, that'd be a problem, wouldn't it?" Sanji ruffled Kaku's hair, glancing down at the man currently sprawled across his lap. "What's your boyfriend gonna say?"
"I doubt he'll be threatened by you," Kaku replied truthfully.
"Oh, gee, thanks," Sanji rolled his eyes.
"Sanji, I didn't mean it in that way…"
"I know," Sanji sighed. "…I'm nervous."
"About speaking to Zoro?"
"Yeah."
"I've told you not to be," Kaku closed his eyes.
Sanji huffed a breath but didn't answer, and he moved his hand to clasp Kaku's shoulder as the older man sighed, only opening his eyes when the lock clicked and the door opened.
"Evening, Rob," he muttered.
"Smells like somebody's been cooking," Lucci replied.
"Mm-hmm, cioppino. There's some in the fridge for you to warm up," Kaku mentioned.
"You used the seafood I bought?" Lucci crossed to the fridge, a small frown on his face.
"You never buy seafood, Rob," Kaku muttered.
"So you didn't think I bought it for a reason?" Lucci growled.
"Rob, you can't cook," Kaku replied simply. "Sanji can. It was an obvious choice for the good of the seafood."
"I'm sure the dead fish will thank you," Lucci muttered dryly. "There's some left, you say?"
"I don't know if you deserve it, now," Sanji chuckled. "I'm insulted."
"Everyone and their dog knows that you can cook, boy," Lucci dug the bowl out and closed the fridge before crossing to the microwave. "It's hardly some big secret."
"Zeff doesn't seem to."
"He has his own reasons," Kaku attempted to sit up, and Sanji helped him so that he was more leaning against his shoulder as opposed to laying in his lap. "He knows you're brilliant, my friend…he just wants you to keep proving it."
"Whatever," Sanji rubbed the other man's shoulder as the microwave beeped, and Lucci took out the warmed-up cioppino before he came over and sat in an armchair opposite the couch.
"Well, don't you two lovebirds look comfy."
"Cut it out, Rob," Kaku glared at him. "You know I love you."
"Yes, but he loves almost everyone," Lucci pointed his fork at Sanji accusatorially.
" 'Almost' being the operative word," Sanji grinned.
"I take it I'm included in this?" Kaku glanced sideways at him.
"After what you did for me? Heck, man, I'd be crazy not to love you," Sanji replied.
"Oh, good," Kaku looked relieved and Sanji chuckled. "You're not angry with me anymore?"
"Well, yeah, a little, because it was stupid, but…your job and all," he shrugged.
"More than my job, I've told you that," Kaku nudged him gently.
"Fine, you long-nosed freak," Sanji conceded. "How is it?" he asked Lucci, who had been eating quietly during the conversation.
"As I've said, your cooking is exceptional. I'll admit that it's probably better than anything I could have made with the same ingredients," Lucci grudgingly stated, and Kaku smirked. "Oh, get that look off of your face, boy."
Kaku started to chuckle but it soon turned into a yawn. "Hey, we've still got forty-five minutes," Sanji pointed out. "So sleep already."
"Mn," Kaku made a non-committal sound before closing his eyes.
"You're good for him," Lucci said quietly, a few minutes later when they were sure the other man was asleep.
"I'm what?" Sanji asked.
"It's hard for him, being in this job. He's such a good spirit, and to be forced to keep who he is a secret…" Lucci looked strangely remorseful. "For some of us, like myself and Kalifa, it's easy. We don't really like people, so not being forced to get close to too many is a blessing. And for others, like Jyabura, he just could care less. Besides, he annoys practically everyone he meets," Lucci snorted. "But Kaku, he…he loves to be loved, and you can see his heart break every time he gets close to somebody and then has to pretend he doesn't care and brush it off as part of his 'job.' You're an exception, I think," Lucci said.
"Well, I…thank you?" Sanji blinked.
"And it isn't just you," Lucci set his plate aside. "It's what all of you; your entire circle of friends have created, this almost family-like environment…"
"Nakama," Sanji said quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Nakama. It's a Japanese word," Sanji explained. "There's really no way to translate it, because things like 'friend' and 'comrade' don't do it justice. It's really…it's what we are. It's family without blood relation, I guess, although even that's only scratching the surface of it. It's people that would do anything for each other and be there no matter what. It's…"
"Nakama," Lucci finished quietly. "Yes, I suppose you all are."
Sanji didn't reply as he looked down and let his fingers run through Kaku's hair. "Yeah."
"Sanji."
He glanced up and met Lucci's dark eyes. "Yeah?"
"You're having problems with Zoro."
Sanji rolled his eyes in response. "Why does everyone immediately assume that?"
"Because it's evidently true," Lucci sat back and crossed his legs. "I don't need you to tell me what they are," he held up a hand. "But I think that, and I'm no expert, but I think that right now you need support and love more than anything, so whatever the two of you are fighting about, it can wait until Krieg's behind bars."
"Easier said than done, because for once it isn't me that's angry," Sanji replied. "It's him, and…he's not even angry in the normal way he's just…distant. And it's stupid," he finished with finality, obviously sick of talking about it to everyone who decided they were going to counsel his love life.
Lucci, he thought appreciatively, got the point rather nicely and didn't press the issue. They were silent after that as Sanji glanced around the apartment, noting that everything was clean and orderly (not that he'd expect much else), but he was surprised to note that they had an acoustic guitar on a music stand. "So, whose is that?" he asked, clearing his throat and wanting to not push the conversation back to the topic of Zoro.
"Oh, just something we won at the PNE one time," Lucci shrugged. "Neither of us can play, but the boy likes it, so it stays. At least it matches," he muttered to himself. "Why? Can you…"
"Yeah. A little," Sanji amended. "One of my roommates in Japan was a real music freak, but about the only thing he owned that could fit in a dorm room was a guitar. He taught me how to play and I've been meaning to buy one, but with all the junk that's been happening lately…"
"I understand. Looking for a guitar is probably the least of your worries," Lucci nodded. "You can play it if you want to. It's obvious you don't want to talk about anything else," he shrugged, hardly looking offended, but then, it wasn't as if he was what you would normally call a 'people person.'
Sanji carefully shifted Kaku off of him and went to pick up the guitar, plucking a few of the strings and cringing when he heard how off-tune it was. He quickly tuned it by ear, knowing that it probably wasn't right but deciding that it was close enough, before starting to chord through some simple songs.
"You have a good ear," Lucci said after a while.
"Thanks," Sanji said quickly, not willing to lose his place in the song.
"You know," Kaku opened his eyes and propped himself up to glance at Sanji. "I know that you're telling us you don't want to talk about Zoro, but it's not hard to tell how you feel when you're playing that song."
"Huh," Sanji stopped, honestly not even realizing what he had been playing.
"Although somehow I find a song with the words 'I'm heartsick' a little too sappy for you," Kaku added with a grin and Sanji blushed.
"Yeah, well, what're you gonna do?" he shrugged, setting the guitar down. "It's quarter to, though, so everyone should be here soon." Hesitating for a moment, he picked up the instrument again and went over to a large plush armchair, tucking his feet under himself and sitting with the guitar in his lap. The phone started ringing a second later and Lucci reached over to answer it, and in a few moments, Luffy, Nami and Ace were coming through the door.
"Sanji! I haven't seen you in, like, days!" Luffy launched himself at the blonde, who blocked him with a kick. "Ooh, I didn't know you played guitar!!!"
"Just a little," Sanji shrugged.
"Playformeplayformeplayforme…"
"Luffy," Nami grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him across the room. "That is not what we are here for."
"Hey," Ace came over.
"Hey."
"You alright?"
"Fine, Ace," Sanji assured him with a chuckle. "Sit already."
Ace perched on one of the wide arms of the chair and leant against the back, watching the door.
In the next few minutes the others all trickled in, but Zoro, not to anyone's surprise, was the last to arrive. He simply came in and grunted before going to lean against the way, crossing his arms and looking surly. Sanji didn't so much as look at him, merely plucking the strings on the guitar listlessly.
Sanji, as was his norm, zoned out for a lot of the meeting, at least until he heard somebody say his name. "Hmm?"
"Vivi, dear, he probably hasn't been listening for the past twenty minutes," Ace informed her, and she giggled.
"So, what was the question?"
"Pick a day. We're ending this," Lucci said stonily.
"Saturday," Sanji shrugged.
"Fine. Is that possible?" he looked to Bon Kurei who was, for once, dressed rather modestly (and actually in what could be considered men's clothing, of all things), and he nodded. Sanji had a feeling, however, that once he opened his mouth the impression of him being calm and rational would be blown out of the water.
He was right.
"Oh, darling, I can make anything work! Just give me a time and I'll set it all up for you!" he trilled, making quite a few people wince.
"What time works?" Sanji asked. "I mean, it can't look suspicious, right? So…"
"What about the club?" Ace asked suddenly. "It closes at what, two? So if these guys just happened to run into you when you're walking back to your car…"
"Too predictable," Nami put in. "He knows he's in danger; why would he be walking alone?"
"Good point," Ace sighed. "Smoke break?"
"Yeah," Sanji agreed. "We'd have to plan it carefully, though, because Nami-san's right: I know I have to be careful, so I doubt that I'd even want to step outside alone to have time for a smoke."
"Staged fight?" Vivi spoke up. "You and whoever comes out with you get in a tiff over something, they storm off in anger, and you stay out to let off some steam?"
"Actually plausible," Kaku said. "No, listen, it's no secret to them that you're rather…quick-tempered, Sanji," he held up a placating hand, "and, depending on whom you're paired with for this, it could be very convincing."
"Ooh! Ooh! Are we doing a play? Can I write the script?!" Luffy was bouncing in his seat.
"No," almost everyone in the room said at the same time, and Luffy pouted.
"Okay, so we have to script it," Nami already had procured a pen and paper from somewhere. "How about I write a draft out tonight and we can make revisions from there?"
"Nami-swan is so wonderful when she's taking initiative!" Sanji exclaimed.
"Yeah; yeah," she waved at him with the pen. "Hmm, I've gotta make it believable, though…"
"Well, not entirely believable, darling," Bon spoke up. "After all, Krieg won't send anyone who isn't expendable in case something goes wrong, so no doubt we'll only have to fool mindless thugs. If he does send any higher-ups, it'll be Gin, and it doesn't matter how bad the acting is when it comes to him," he pointed out.
"Still, it should be passable," Robin spoke up, serenely crossing her legs and smoothing the fabric of her dress pants. "And we have to decide who the argument is going to be with."
"Well, that's obvious," Nami snorted. "The only one who'd realistically do it is…"
"No."
"He's right, Nami-san," Sanji sighed, not looking at Zoro as he plucked a rather sour note on the guitar.
"But it has to be the two of you!" she protested. "Otherwise it's not gonna work!"
"I appreciate your faith in us, Nami-san, but at the moment, I'm afraid it just isn't possible," Sanji leant back against the chair, his visible eye narrowed.
"Well, whatever you two are going through, I suggest you work it out. And quickly," Iceburg looked far more serious then the others had ever seen him. "I know that it's been a long time since I was your age, and I know that I'm supremely guilty of doing the same thing, but Franky and I were never in a life-and-death situation as far as the rifts in our relationship went. I apologize if I sound harsh, but for one night, can you not put aside your differences for the good of all of us in this room?" he pursed his dark lips and crossed his arms, eyes narrowed.
Sanji flinched, looking chagrined, before he remembered that this whole mess wasn't his fault. "It's not up to me," he finally admitted. "As far as I'm concerned, we have no problems, so I guess I'm up for it. For one night," he added, finally looking to Zoro, who snorted and lay back against the wall.
"Whatever. 's just acting, right?" he said indifferently, and Sanji hid the hurt he felt behind another hastily plucked string.
"Yeah. Right."
"No, not 'right,'" Nami sighed. "But, I'll write you guys a script, and you'd better follow it to the letter," she warned.
"Nami-san is so wonderful when she's threatening me!"
"Whatever. Just make it quick and simple," Zoro sniffed rather disdainfully and closed his eyes, yawning hugely.
"Don't tell Nami-san what to do, you ungrateful ape," Sanji glared at the green-haired man.
"What? She your girlfriend now? I thought she was taken, love-cook," Zoro didn't open his eyes as he retorted.
"I will always defend the honor of a pretty lady," Sanji replied, a little testily. "Obviously you're too much of a caveman to appreciate that."
"I'm no pretty lady, cook."
"No, you certainly aren't."
"Good. I'm glad we cleared that up," Zoro shrugged rather nonchalantly. "I think that it would be rather obvious from the lack of breasts."
Sanji rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to stoop so low as to reply to that."
"You just did."
"Hardly," Sanji stood up. "Are we done here? I'm feeling a little ill. I think it's the fault of a certain large green bug."
"Yeah, you know, my stomach's not too good either," Zoro stood as well and glared at the room in general before stomping out.
"Zoro! You have to pick up your script tomorrow!" Nami called after him.
"Whatever," he called back as he disappeared down the hall. Sanji shook his head and made his way to the balcony, ignoring the looks he was getting from everyone else as he hopped up to sit cross-legged on the patio table and strummed the guitar idly again.
"You can keep it if you want."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Kaku lowered himself onto the table, wincing only slightly. "I only kept it because it looks nice, but I can't play to save my life."
"Thanks," Sanji said gruffly. "Kaku, why is he such an idiot?"
"He really is being one, isn't he?" Kaku sighed. "I assumed you were exaggerating to begin with, but it's quite obvious that he's not going to give any ground in this argument. And it's really about you being too self-sacrificing, hmm?"
"Yeah. Completely," Sanji lay back on the table. "I hate fighting with him, but he's being…"
"Callous."
"What I was going to say was a lot less complimentary," Sanji admitted. "It's hard, because it isn't like…I love him, and I know that he loves me, so it's not like we're fighting because of that, but that almost makes it…harder? I don't know, I sound like a teenage girl with a crush," he laughed ruefully, the sound stark and bleak in the chilly air.
"No, you sound like a grown man who's rightfully concerned about the way his relationship is heading," Kaku assured him. "There's no shame in that, my friend."
"Whatever," Sanji put the guitar down and lit up a cigarette. "I just hope he comes around soon."
"He will. He's stubborn, but he's not stupid," Kaku put a hand on his shoulder. "Come back inside? Everyone's still here."
"Yeah. Yeah; fine," Sanji shrugged and stood, butting out his cigarette on the rail and clutching the neck of the guitar as he headed back into the condo.
buNotes (and they're long!):
1. Yes, Sanji's playing guitar. If you look at my icon, you'll understand why xP. It's an Oda pic, so technically it's canon…right?
2. The song for this chapter was actually one I listened to when writing this, and if the band/song sound unfamiliar, that's probably because it isn't a real band. It's from the movie 'School of Rock' (which, if you haven't seen, I highly recommend. But it seems a lot of people have seen 'School of Rock'), sung by the band that Jack Black used to be in during 'Battle of the Bands.' The lead singer is…well, I'm a fan of his, let's just say xP. He got his start on Broadway, believe it or not, and he's the same guy that sings the song that inspired the latest fic (Chapter Nine) of my story 'Life, And What Adventures It Brings' (I'm not pimping myself here, I'm just sayin' xP).
3. I'm in a foul mood right now because my parents bought me concert tickets for my b-day and tonight we went. Well, what my dad neglected to tell me was that this was not a three-band joint concert, as I had thought, but rather two opening acts and a headliner (I went because of the opening acts). So the crows was full of rowdy teen-and-twenty-year-old guys who were swearing, drunk and smoking pot and I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. So. Not happy. x(
But anyway, I think that's all the notes for this chapter…I think…I don't know if there will be an update next week because the next chapter isn't finished yet, but keep your eyes open for one, and keep those reviews coming!!!