"Finally, you're home!" Came Scott's worried voice the moment Stiles stepped into their apartment.

"You look ok. Are you ok?" Isaac said immediately after. By the looks of it, they had both been waiting on the couch for Stiles to get home. Now they were very much standing, hovering over Stiles by the door. He barely managed to close it from how close they were standing, observing him carefully for any signs of weird humor vibes.

Stiles chuckled. "Oh my God, guys, relax. Should I start calling you both 'dad', now? I'm fine, I just stayed after hours to talk to Lupita, remember?" He said, dodging both boys and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "And then Derek gave me a ride home."

"What did you expect, it's been an hour since we got home and no sign of you." Isaac defended himself as they followed after him.

"Yeah, you think we fancy telling the Sheriff that his only son's gone missing? And that the last time we saw him was at the freaking strip club we all work at that we agreed to lie about and say it was a cafeteria?" Scott protested.

"Wait a second. Derek gave you a ride home? How? Why?" Isaac said, a half surprised, half smug look on his face.

"Duh, on his car. The guy has a freaking Camaro, do you believe that? I don't, and I just rode on it. He just didn't want me to come back alone at this time. No biggie." Stiles answered, immediately taking a gulp out of his glass to try to shut up. He felt his face warm up and knew his cheeks were turning a light shade of pink, for the hundredth time that night.

"No biggie?" Scott let out a laugh. "No biggie? Look at you, all rosy cheeks and babbling mouth. You think we don't know you, Stiles? After all these years, you think we don't know you well enough to recognize the signs?"

"Signs? What signs?" Stiles tried to stall, heading towards the couch, Scott and Isaac right on his heels.

Isaac tsked, shaking his head. "You insult our observation skills, bro. Not cool." They plopped onto the couch, Stiles right in between the two interrogators who he once called friends – but not anymore.

"You know. The sings." Scott smirked.

"The signs." Isaac repeated, an ever bigger smirk on his face.

"The signs that you're embarrassed. You're doing that thing you do when you think you've done something wrong. Or naughty. Since it involves Derek-freaking-super-star-Hale, I'm aiming for naughty." Scott continued and Stiles let out a nervous laugh.

"Dude. Nothing happened during the ride, ok? We just talked. We talked and nothing happened. Nothing. Nada." Technically, that wasn't a lie. During the ride, they really had just talked. "I'm really tired and I'm gonna sleep now. Good n–" He tried to get up but was restrained by a hand on each one of his arms.

"Stiles, come on. You gotta give us something here. You can try to hide it all you want, but you know we're gonna get it out of you at one point or another." Isaac tried to reason with him.

"Look, you don't wanna give us the details, that's fine, just tell us what happened. We've been waiting all night for you to come home and this is how you repay us?" Scott gave him his best pleading puppy eyes. Ok, Stiles was starting to think he really was an ungrateful friend. This was the second time someone close to him asked him that question.

First Liam, after covering for him at the bar. Now, Scott and Isaac after worriedly waiting for him to come home. Frustrated, he freed his arms from their grasps with a quick pull.

"Ok, fine. I'll tell you. Why are you so focused on whatever happened with Derek, anyway? I had a pretty interesting conversation with Lupita too, you know, but no one's asking me anything about that." He said and gulped the rest of his water.

"So something did happen with Derek?" Isaac quirked an eyebrow, eliciting a frustrated groan from Stiles.

"Guys, I really am tired. I'll tell you everything you want to know as soon as we wake up, just, please, let me go to sleep." Stiles pleaded like the teenager who had jerked off three times in one day that he was. He was starting to get cranky.

"Deal." Isaac said.

"Wise choice, dear friend." Scott added. Both boys leaned forward and gave him a peck on their side of Stiles' cheek at the same time. A soft, affectionate smile on either one of their faces. He couldn't help but chuckle at their demonstration of affection.

"Night." They both said in unison, getting up to go to their respective rooms, leaving an exceptionally drained Stiles on the couch, still trying to wrap his mind around the events of this very unusual day.

The moment Stiles opened the door that led back into the club, he was greeted by the blasting sound of Pour Some Sugar on Me and felt slightly disoriented. He had never realized before how well isolated those walls were.

Blinking to adjust to the change in light, which was a lot dimmer inside the club, he let Derek pass and locked the door behind them, stuffing the key safely back into his jeans' front pocket.

They made their way back to the special table without saying a word. They hadn't really said much to each other ever since Stiles thought it was a nice idea to tease Derek about him meaning or not to turn Derek on.

'Smooth, Stiles.' He ironically congratulated himself. As soon as Derek was done drying his hair, which took nothing more than about thirty seconds, he just said "let's go" and Stiles agreed.

As soon as Lupita and Peter caught a glimpse of Derek and Stiles reaching the table, they looked up to meet them with a scrutinizing look on their faces. While Peter's quickly turned into a predatory smile directed at Stiles, Lupita's lasted a lot longer and kept going from Derek to Stiles and vice-versa.

Derek took his place at the table and met her gaze with a blank one of his own, clearly ignoring his uncle.

"Sorry for the wait, Lupita. Mr. Ha –" Stiles quickly corrected himself. "Peter."

"Oh, it's ok, my boy. How are you? Feeling better, I suppose?" The woman smiled warmly at him.

"Yes. Much better, um." he spared a look at Derek. "Derek already clarified some of the questions I had about the incident." He said trying not to blush and hoping that by the extra information he was subtly supplying, Lupita and Peter would deduce that was the reason they had taken so long to come back. She nodded, as both her and Peter turned to look at Derek.

"Of course he did. Derek's always happy to answer any question, especially those work-related, you know, during interviews. He loves it. Right, Derek?" Peter said overly cheerful. Much to Stiles amusement, Derek just rolled his eyes.

"I know Stiles can be really stubborn when he wants to know something, Derek." Lupita said. "Once he wouldn't let go of the fact that every month the boys have one weekend off. Kept going on and on about how they really needed the money. He wouldn't let go of the matter until I told him why we couldn't open." She smiled at the memory. "That's how Stiles found out I work as a veterinarian during the day."

Peter laughed loudly. "You didn't! You told him?"

"Oh, you should have seen his face. He couldn't believe I had a life outside the club. He wasn't sure whether to call me Lupita or Dr. Deaton for that whole weekend." She said, amusement clear on her face.

"Wait a second, they know?" Taken aback, Stiles couldn't hide the surprised tone in his voice.

"Of course they know, dear boy. The Hales and I go way back, and it's not like it's a secret. But really, working at the clinic during the day and opening the club all night from Thursday to Saturday, I deserve one weekend off. There's just so much I can take."

"It's just that I thought you'd look like this 24/7, Lupi, I still can't picture you in a lifeless white coat, no make-up and treating sick or hurt little animals." Stiles tried to explain himself.

"I treat all kinds of animals, sweetie, not just the little ones." Lupita said, exchanging a quick look with Peter. These two probably had a lot of internal jokes, if they'd known each other that long. "But anyways. Could you bring me a glass of water? Do you boys want anything?"

"Make it two." Derek said, speaking for the first time since they'd got back.

"Nonsense. Two Jack Daniels on the rocks, Stiles. I'm trying to teach Derek how to have fun, help me out here." Peter said, before Stiles could go anywhere. 'Oh, I think he knows how to have fun, all right.' He thought, instantly replaying their little shower session in his head.

"I'm not drinking it, but there's no point in arguing with Peter. Just remember my glass of water." Derek interjected. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but Stiles beat him to it with a quick "okie dokie" and left without looking back before the discussion dragged on and on.

Really he was just hoping to occupy himself with basically anything at all that would make the nice feeling of Derek's sculpted, warm body flushed against his back stop seeping into his brain and messing with his thoughts.

By the time he got back with the drinks, after some teasing commentaries from the boys at the bar, what seemed to be a very intense conversation between his boss and her guests immediately ceased as Stiles approached them.

They were all leaning very close to each other, which one could argue was because of the relatively loud music. But the quick change in their demeanors when Stiles got too close to ear-shot told him whatever it was they were talking about was most likely none of his business.

"Thank you, Stiles. You can go back to the bar for now. I'll let you know if we need anything else." Lupi dismissed him. Definitely none of his business.

The rest of the night went by uneventfully. Stiles wasn't called back to the table, which was unusual, but he figured it had something to do with whatever secret talk they were having. And he had plenty to think about already to be wondering about his boss' unusual behavior.

While he served people at the bar and watched with slight amusement as his friends practiced the art of seduction on some very entertained customers, Stiles couldn't help but notice the intensity of the men's gazes watching carefully their toned bodies as they moved. He immediately recognized it as the same one Derek was giving him at the showers.

The same he had definitely given Derek. That gaze that made him feel fully exposed, and still no matter how much it embarrassed him to think back at it now, he just couldn't have moved. He couldn't have brought himself to cover his body in any way. He didn't want to escape it. Not for a second did he even consider putting a stop to the description of all the obscenities he had fantasized about with the man.

Most of all, Derek didn't make Stiles do all that. He made him want to. And that was a side of himself he didn't know he had. What he experienced with Derek was so much different than it had been when experimenting with Scott. Scott was his best friend and he was obviously attractive, but they'd never even considered being anything more than that: friends.

When they reached that sex-crazed hormonal peak during puberty that's pretty much how it all started – thanks to a sleepover combined with unsupervised underage drinking. They were mostly just messing around and trying to release some pent up sexual tension, though, since for the longest time they weren't getting any in high school.

But there were never watchful, lustful eyes. Just wet kisses and groping hands.

And then there was Derek.

Derek's beautiful green eyes staring at him like that. Stiles couldn't possibly be that desirable. This is Derek fucking Hale we're talking about here, there's no way in hell Stiles had a chance with him. It was probably just the smell of his cum or whatever that had Derek too turned on, so it made him see Stiles under a much more appealing light than usual.

Why was he even putting the words "Derek" and "chance" in the same phrase? That was the most far-fetched thing he could possibly imagine. It was like believing in the possibility of time traveling, or in the existence of werewolves, for God's sake. And Stiles knew all too well those were nothing but legends.

Just like the idea of him having a chance with Derek Hale in this or any universe, for that matter. There was no way. He would just have to satisfy himself with the memory of that shower, because he was pretty sure that was all he was ever getting from the man.

Although… he did come to his rescue earlier. And offered to accompany him to the showers. What was that about protecting Stiles, anyway? What did he need protection from? Those were questions already on his mental List of Things to Ask Lupi.

Not to mention, Derek and Ethan moved super-fast. One moment Stiles was being restrained by the neck and the next they were standing there. And Peter's face like he could get every word the group was exchanging, even though from where he was sitting that wouldn't have been possible.

Maybe the Lupita's Sanctuary was a more high-profile strip club than people gave it credit for, because if Stiles' experience tonight was any indication, everyone seemed to have at least one supernatural ability – other than an acute sense of smell, there was also super hearing and speed. So, yeah. Weird.

"Earth to Stiles." Lupi's voice interrupted his thoughts. How long had she been calling his name?

"Oh! Sorry, Lupi. You were saying?"

She laughed. "When the night's over, come to my office, okay? We should talk about what happened earlier."

"Sure." He replied, not sure if by 'earlier' she meant just when the crazy customer grabbed him by the neck or if by any chance she had deduced something happened in the showers.

He looked over at the table where Derek and Peter were still sitting while Lupi made her way back. He chuckled at the face of an unimpressed Derek as his uncle got a lap dance from none other than Isaac. Peter kept turning to his nephew, apparently complimenting Isaac's moves and body enthusiastically, like the creepy uncle he clearly was.

Because who wouldn't want to hear their uncle talking about the sexy bits of a random stripper? Exactly. He kept on observing the Hale guests the rest of the night, a bit disappointed that not even once did Derek's gaze turned to look his way, unlike Peter's, who kept busting him staring at his nephew. Derek just focused on talking to Lupita for the whole night.

When they finally closed for the night at the usual time – 4am – Stiles washed and cleaned with his friends everything at the bar as fast as he could. Peter had left around 3:30am, not looking very happy to go home. But that didn't stop him from giving Stiles a wink on his way to the door.

Derek, on the other hand, accompanied Lupita to her office and hadn't left. That is, unless he'd jumped out of the window, but Stiles wasn't really considering that an option.

He couldn't wait to go talk to Lupita. He'd never felt so tired after work as he did tonight, but just the thought of getting to exchange a few words with Derek again, even if just for a small amount of time, got him all excited and fuzzy like a love-sick teenager.

As soon as he was done with his part of the cleaning, he put his own clothes back on and told his friends to take his beloved jeep home with them, after explaining that he had to talk to Lupi. He rushed to her office, duffel bag on one shoulder.

"Come in." Came Lupita's voice after he knocked nervously on the wooden door.

"Hey." He looked shyly from his boss, who was sitting behind her desk, to Derek, who had a blank mask for a face. His heart fluttered inside his chest as he closed the door behind him.

"Sit down, dear." Lupita waved her hand at the seat next to Derek. "I know Derek was kind enough to answer some of your questions already, but there are some other things I would like to clarify myself."

Stiles nodded in agreement, but started to wonder why Derek had stayed behind just for this. Not that he was complaining.

"First of all, I wanted to apologize again for the incident, Stiles. I want you to know your life was never in any real danger. Believe me when I say, the safety of my employees always comes first, and I would never put any of your lives at risk." She told him warmly.

"I know. Don't worry, it was my fault, Lupi. I just… wasn't thinking. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you tonight." Stiles replied. He meant it too.

"It wasn't your fault." Derek remarked. Before Stiles could protest, he added, "You were almost raped, Stiles. Being raped is not something you do to yourself. It's not a mistake you make. It's not a lapse in your judgment. You weren't asking for it. You could've been walking around naked, that still wouldn't give anyone the right to do that."

"Derek's right. And as he told you already, most of our customers are very sensitive to smell. The mandatory shower with the special soap I gave all of you is a precaution for this extraordinary circumstance. I never thought of explaining it before because it was never necessary. But as it has become a matter of safety, I will provide the rest of the staff tomorrow with the same information I'm giving you now."

She opened her mouth to continue when a knock interrupted her. The door opened without waiting for a response, to reveal a slightly annoyed Aiden.

"Special Asshole Argent is here. Wants to talk to you now. Please let him in before I can't refrain from ripping a federal agent's guts out." He ground out.

Stiles didn't know what confused him the most, the fact that there was a federal agent outside who apparently had something urgent to talk to Lupita or the fact that Aiden had just threatened to kill him in a very violent way aloud. Not a smart move, if anyone asked him.

"Well, it took him long enough. Let him in. Thank you, Aiden." The boy opened the door further and gave way to a tall, blue-eyed man, who Stiles supposed should be around his mid-forties. He gave off this heavy vibe of determination and "badassness".

Stiles made to stand up, sure that whatever Lupita had to tell him would have to wait now that she clearly had more important issues to discuss, when he heard the click of the door closing and the man calmly saying "Sit down, son."

"Mr. Argent, thank you for coming."

"Lupita. Derek." He came closer to the group, nodding at them and stopping on Stiles' right. "And you are?" He looked at Stiles' wide eyes.

"I…was just leaving." The man lifted a brow at him. "Sir." Stiles gulped.

He didn't know why the hell there was a federal agent here and, honestly, he didn't want to find out. Something told him it had something to do with him and that couldn't be good. If he'd got into any kind of trouble, the federal kind no less, his dad would freak out!

"This is Stiles." Derek answered for him, reaching out to lightly touch his arm in a comforting act. He gave it a squeeze and quickly let go, but Stiles got the message: 'it's okay'. He wasn't sure if he believed it, though.

"Stiles, dear. This is Special Agent Argent with the FBI. I was obliged by law to report tonight's incident. This is a serious establishment and like I said, I care for my employee's safety. He's here to take your statement and to verify that you were not harmed in any way."

Stile couldn't contain a nervous laugh. "Obliged by law? What are you talking about, there's no such thing." The fact that they were all acting like this was the most normal thing in the world was freaking him out. He tried to make sense out of whatever was going on.

"Honestly, why would even call the FBI? If you had to call someone, you could've called the police, you know? And still, I don't wanna press charges. Can we just put this behind us? I just want to go home."

"Stiles, relax." He felt Derek's warm hand on his forearm again, only this time it lingered.

"I'm relaxed. I'm totally zen. I'm so relaxed I feel like I'm lying on the beach in Fiji! That's how relaxed I am. But I'm also tired and this is not making any sense. I mean, first, there's the super speed. But okay, you and Ethan definitely work out a lot, so that would explain why you got there so fast when Deucalion decided to make me his boy toy."

His voice was reaching a high-pitch tone with every word he said.

"But then your creepy uncle looks like he just heard everything from where he was sitting even though that couldn't've been possible. And lastly, you tell me that Deucalion has a super sensitive nose, which apparently is common to basically all of Lupita's customers!"

The group was exchanging meaningful looks between them, but they didn't have time to try to shut him up, because he kept going.

"And to top it all up, Lupi calls the FBI simply because I almost got raped! The more I look at it, the more I confirm my theory about the government experiment, and the super soldier spies, and now this guy's here to kill me because I know too much!"

He finished meaningfully pointing at Mr. Argent.

"Hey. No one's going to kill you." Derek told him firmly. Stiles' damn brain decided to play a trick on him then, because for a split-second he saw Derek's eyes flicker from their usual dark green to a bright blue color that disappeared in the blink of an eye. His or Derek's, he wasn't sure which.

No one else seemed to notice since Mr. Argent and Lupita had started arguing.

"See, this is why I said this wasn't a good idea!" Mr. Argent said angrily. "You can't bring h – outsiders to work here. At a strip club, of all places! It's dangerous and they're not ready to face this. How long until someone really gets hurt, Lupita, huh?"

"Keep your voice down, Mr. Argent." Lupita answered harshly. "The Council has made its decision. They're allowed to be here if they want to, as long as all the rules are being followed and precautions are being taken. Which, they are. I have called you here and I am reporting the incident to you, aren't I?"

"Council? What Council? What on Earth are you two talking about?" Stiles tried to ask but was ignored as Mr. Argent spoke over him.

"Right. If they want to. Do you know why they want to? Because they don't know the risks. They don't know what it means. They don't know anything!"

Stiles looked to Derek for answers, but the man just looked tense, like trying to keep his calm or something.

"They'll know when the time is right."

Mr. Argent scoffed. "If they survive until then."

"I don't make the rules, Mr. Argent."

"But you sure as hell don't complain about them."

"Enough!" Derek bellowed at them, yanking his hand from where it was resting on Stiles' forearm and turning it into a fist. They both took a deep resigning breath and Stiles could feel the tension slipping away for the time being.

Lupita turned to look at Stiles.

"Stiles, as I was saying before Mr. Argent got here, there are some things I still need to clarify. I understand you're very tired, I'll be quick so you can go home. First of all, no one's going to kill you. Second of all, forget about the government. Yes, my clientele is... unusual. You could say that because of their abilities they're a very tight-knit community."

Stiles listened carefully to every word, his mind trying (but mostly failing) to process everything Lupita was telling him.

"The Council is a selected group of individuals that make the rules and enforce them. It's a way of keeping track of all the members of the community and of the decisions that concern them. Very few… normal people are allowed a glimpse of their way of living. That's all you need to know on this matter for now, okay?"

He nodded in agreement, but couldn't wipe off the surprised look on his face. That was a lot of information, a lot of what seemed to be secret information. Tight-knit community? Council? Everything was dangerously starting to sound like Illuminati shit.

Stiles had no idea what he was supposed to be thinking or feeling about the fact that his greatest crush of all times could potentially be a member of a secret society, so he just stared at Lupita as she continued.

"As of Deucalion, he'll have to face the consequences of his actions whether you want to press charges or not. That's simply how their community works. He shouldn't have come here tonight, those are the rules. If he hadn't been in that condition in the first place, things wouldn't have escalated as they did, no matter what you smelled of."

He blushed as he realized his boss was referring to what he had done before work in the showers. He really wished she hadn't heard about that, but oh, well… too late.

"What do you mean 'that condition'? What condition?"

"That's all I can tell you for now, Stiles. I hope you understand."

Stiles stared at all three faces around him. From Lupita's serious but warm eyes, to the annoyance on Mr. Argent's scrunched up mouth and finally at the low gaze and furrowed brows Derek wore.

"Can I go?" he asked quietly to no one in particular.

"Yes." Lupita answered.

He got up to leave and Derek did the same. As soon as they were out the door, the man spoke gently.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

"I'll just take the bus." He started to walk towards the exit.

"No. You're not. I'm taking you home." Derek followed him, irritated.

"Go home, Mr. Hale. I'm a big boy, I think I can survive a bus ride home." Stiles wasn't really sure where all this stubbornness was coming from. Maybe from the fact that he just felt even more confused now than when there was a hand around his neck and a dick poking his ass.

The man looked confused at hearing his last name. They had stepped outside of the club already, the chilling night air prickling their skin. Derek held Stiles by the arm, turning him around and pulling him close, barely holding in his annoyance as he invaded Stiles private space.

"If you take the bus I'll just follow you in my car. Lupita asked me to accompany you and I'm keeping my word whether you like it or not."

Stiles huffed out a breath. "What do you care, honestly? I really need to clear my head right now and I don't see how being closed in a car with you is gonna help."

"I don't care. You either come or you don't, but I'll be right behind the bus if you don't. If making me look like a freaking stalker makes you feel better, then suit yourself."

He let go of the boy's arm then and stormed out to a near-by parking spot that contained a black Camaro. He got into the driver's seat and banged the door closed. Stiles just stared dumb folded.

Okay, so what if he'd always wanted to ride in a Camaro? He really should just take the bus. He was going to. A minute ago, he was sure he would. But before he could stop himself he was getting into the passenger's seat and admittedly pouting at his own weakness of mind.

"Do you live at that street near campus where I bumped into you?" Derek asked quietly.

He nodded.

The drive was silent for a while as they passed mostly empty streets at this early hour. The sky was starting to brighten as the sun slowly came up. Stiles thought about opening the window on his side but wasn't sure if Derek maybe had a reason not to, since he hadn't made a move to open them himself.

He wasn't sure how this sensitivity to smell really worked, if maybe there was something about the air outside that he didn't want to smell… or if there was something about the air inside that he didn't want to miss. He chanced a look at the man's face and couldn't take the silence anymore.

"What are you thinking about?"

The man didn't look surprised by his random question.

"Nothing in particular."

"You're one of them, huh?"

"What if I am?" Derek's eyes never leaving the road.

"What exactly are you?" He had to ask.

"What do you care, honestly?" The irony of his own words being used against him not lost to Stiles. He took a deep breath.

"Look, I'm sorry if I acted like a brat. You would too if you were me. I almost got raped and now I'm even more confused than I was when I had a hand around my neck and a hard dick poking my ass, for Christ's sake."

Derek's hand tightened around the wheel.

"I understand that. But you have to understand that you're a lot safer not knowing anything about us."

Stiles turned to look out the window, unconvinced by Derek's argument, but not too tired to muster up the energy to explain why that was just stupid. He was never too tired to call someone on their bullshit.

"You know that's usually how characters in stories tend to get a lot more curious about whatever it is they're not supposed to know and get into even more trouble than they would have if they'd just had that information from the beginning, right?"

As expected, no reaction from Derek. Annoyed, Stiles thought to himself, 'fine, let's bring out the big guns.'

"I saw your eyes change."

Derek turned to look at him for the first time since they'd got into the car, his trademark blank expression in place, but still said nothing. The next question got stuck in Stiles throat and he couldn't bring himself to pronounce the words swirling around his head: 'are you human?'

Instead, he went for, "you don't have to tell me if you can't. I get it. But like I said, you can trust me."

"I know." Derek told him. A minute passed before he spoke again. "I wouldn't have asked you to keep my underwear if I didn't."

Stiles huffed out a laugh at Derek's attempt to lighten up the mood, but couldn't help the embarrassment low in his gut as memories of their shower together flooded his mind.

He was grateful for the change in subject though, because the Camaro was coming to a halt at the now familiar street and he didn't want to leave this gorgeous man with a gloomy last impression. That wasn't like him.

"I'll protect it with my life." He chanced a determinate look at Derek, who chuckled.

"You've done more than enough, I can take it from here."

"No way, the least I can do is wash it, okay? I can give it back to you in a couple of days. How long are you staying in town?" Stiles prayed this wasn't a too lame excuse to see Derek again.

"At least another three weeks, but –"

"Great! So it shouldn't be a problem. Here, gimme your number" he hastily pulled out his phone and handed it to Derek, "and I'll let you know once it's clean."

Derek hesitated and looked from the phone in his hand to the probably too expectant look on Stiles' face. He knew from Derek's pursed lips that the man was debating with himself if any of that was a good idea.

It probably wasn't.

But no matter what conclusion he got to inside his head, Stiles watched as he typed in the numbers anyway.

AN: As you probably noticed I get longer chapters out when I take longer to update, so I hope that makes up for the wait! ^^

Was it clear enough that the whole part in italic was a flashback? Never wrote one before, hope everyone got that!

Also, I have a damn exam on Wendnesday and I shouldn't even be updating but I just wanted to write so much! Wish me luck and drop me a review to let me know what you're thinking! Pretty pleeeeeaaase :3 I REALLY appreciate your thoughts and comments, whatever they are *¬*