Warning: This chapter contains images that may not be suitable for young viewers, caution is advised. No, but really, there's sex, so read at your own discretion.
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Chapter 5: We Build Until We Break
And I had dreams that I would learn to play guitar
Maybe cross the country, become a rockstar
And there was hope in me, that I could take you there
But dammit we're so young, well I don't think I care
And if I hurt you then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this was easy
-x-
She's quiet. Much too quiet. And as if that isn't disconcerting enough, since the brunette is never ever speechless, she hasn't uttered a single word since they left the restaurant. And he'd broken the news the her. The one about him leaving. Possibly for a very long time. Since then, all she's done is stare out of the window, pensive and stoic. So unlike her. So completely against her nature.
And it worries him.
"Hey, are you…good?" He puts a hand over her thigh.
She doesn't answer right away.
"I'm…good." She says finally.
But it doesn't sound at all convincing. Not to him, at least.
She doesn't look at him, her gaze on the passing darkness outside. It's funny, how everything seems to look the same in the dark. Because discernment isn't easy without infrared vision, and sometimes it's better that way. Mostly, because nothing good comes out of darkness. And there's nothing pretty to see when the sun goes down. The night holds secrets, ones she's not sure she's ready to hear anyway. Ones that were meant to be secrets from the start. Because she probably couldn't handle them anyway.
For a second, she steals a glance over at him. He's just as perfect as he's always been. Looks just the same. And she feels a rush of pride and love, knowing that out of every girl, he chose her. Every time he was given the option, he always chose her.
Except, it's different this time.
He can't choose her this time.
She won't let him.
Mimi closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath in. "We're good." She repeats, putting a hand over his. "You've wanted this for so long, I'm glad you're getting your shot." She smiles.
Matt looks over at her, "You're sure?" He asks, a little hesitant.
"Yeah. I mean, how could I even say that I love you, if I didn't want the very best for you?" She laces her fingers through his.
Matt shakes his head. "It's only two days, right?" He asks.
She knows it's going to be so much more than that. That this…it's signifying the rest of their lives. The rest of his life, quite possible, without her.
"Sure." She nods anyway. "I'll miss you terribly, of course." She says playfully.
He gives a soft chuckle. "I know baby girl." He brings her knuckles to his lips. "I'm gonna miss you too."
Mimi sighs, laying her head on his shoulder. "We always knew you were gonna go big," she starts. "Just didn't think it would happen so soon." She says, a little sadly.
He drops a kiss into her hair. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon." He assures her. "I mean, even if we get signed—
"You will." She says, with the utmost confidence.
Matt nuzzles her hair softly. "Well, then we won't even be recording for another year." He says this as much for himself as he does for her.
"I know." She reaches up and kisses his cheek. "Yamato, I love you. Clearly, there isn't any way around that." He'd done so much and still, she found that she couldn't pull away from him. It was sick, really. Martyrdom, with the purest intentions. "Nothing's really going to change that." She raises a limp shoulder.
"I love you, too, Mimi. And I know, we're gonna get through this." He promises. "I won't lose you, it's just not going to happen." He refuses to believe in a world where she isn't his. It just wasn't a reality he'd be willing to accept.
She's made for him. He knows it.
She knows that on some level, he probably means it. But there's a part of her that knows he's only saying all this because he's never known much else. When he gets out of this town, into the world, and sees everything it has to offer…it'll be different. He'll feel different. And she'll be left, alone.
"Yeah." She says softly, closing her eyes.
-x-
"What is it?" He asks tiredly, his eyes closed to the darkness around them.
She stiffens. "W-what?"
"What's wrong?" He puts and arm over her stomach.
"How do you even know something is wrong?" She murmurs, her eyes on the dark ceiling. "You didn't even open your eyes."
He kisses her bare shoulder. "Think I have to look at you to know something's wrong?" He asks. "Give me some credit, babe. I think I know you a little better than that." He continues.
She chews on her lip. "I don't, I'm don't think—" She can't finish. She doesn't know how to say it.
Matt opens his eyes. "Baby, what is it?" He frowns.
She takes a deep breath. "I'm just gonna miss you. Not sure how I'm gonna get used to sleeping alone." She says finally.
Matt grins against her skin. "Me too." He agrees. "But it's two nights." He promises.
She nods. "No, I know. I'm being silly." She waives off, putting a hand over the arm around her abdomen.
He shakes his head. "You're not, babe. You're also not telling me what's really on your mind." He says softly.
Mimi smiles. "You feeling psychic tonight?" He usually wasn't so perceptive. In fact, most days, she had to practically spell out her feelings to him.
"I just know you." He says sincerely. "After all these years, I know you. Probably better than I know myself." He brings up her hand to his lips.
She closes her eyes at the touch of his lips to her knuckles. "I'm glad for you, baby. I really am." She sucks in a shaky breath, hoping to get enough nerves to say what's on her mind. "I know how talented you are, how much you deserve this. And I really want the best for you. I'm…I'm not so sure if I want everything that comes with it though." She finally gets out and it tears her to pieces voicing her inner most feelings.
She hates how she feels.
Matt surprises her by nodding beside her. "I know, me either." And it's more honesty than she's heard from him in a while. "All of this scares me too. I'm excited. But…you." She's all he's ever known. She's everything. His best friend, his girlfriend, the love of his life.
She's home.
And leaving her would be far more difficult than other decision he's ever faced. Which is why he hates thinking about it. Taking things day by day allows him to concentrate on now, instead of an uncertain future. Because if he dwells on the subject too long, he would surely lose his mind.
"It isn't really just about two days, is it?" She asks sadly.
He shakes his head too.
She sighs, holding back tears. "I love you." She says finally.
He kisses her neck. "I love you, too." He holds her tight, as if he's holding on for dear life.
She turns in his arms, her lips barely inches away from his. "Whatever happens, can we just…just be with me." She requests.
And he hasn't, in so long that it doesn't take much convincing. He hadn't been inside of her in what felt like ages, he hadn't felt so close to her in years. Things between them were so stressed and completely out of balance that making love always seemed out of the question. He missed, the feel of her skin against his. The way her back would arch up towards him. The small moans and the way she said his name. And the pure euphoria he felt after they both…
He leans in, catching her chin with between his fingers. When his lips finally meet hers, she can't really think straight. It's as if, just by kissing her, he's taken it all away from her. The worries, the doubts and the fears, they all seem to evaporate. Right into a puff of smoke, as if they were never there at all. And all she can feel are his lips. His fingers, trailing over her cheeks, his hand holding her face steady.
She lays her fingers on his throat, she feels his pulse beneath them. He's real and he's here. Tonight, they're together and everything that would happen tomorrow seems a world away. She's in his arms, right beside him. And there isn't single place she can think of that she belongs more. Than right here.
As if he's made especially for her. And no one else could ever take his place. She knows it's true, too. The amount of love and passion she feels for him is insurmountable. And she knows it has to be impossible to ever feel anymore, because it would be too much. She would surely explode.
The hand that he has resting on her hip, slides across her lower back, pulling her right against him. He wants her as close as possible. He needs her now.
His fingers caress the skin between her tank top and her underwear. He always marvels at how soft her skin is, how easily his fingers can travel across it. Every part of her, seems more perfect than he remembers.
Her hand slides down his arm, slowly and carefully. She wants to feel every muscle, every vein and every scar. She wants to feel him. She wraps her arm underneath his, her fingertips gliding along his back.
He pulls his mouth from hers, kissing her chin, then jaw before finding her neck. Mimi shivers in anticipation as his lips meet her skin. She throws her head back, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair. She feels herself losing control, her mind blanking out to everything that doesn't involve him. He's the most important thing in her universe right now. Well, he's always the most important thing to her but especially right now.
"Matt…" Her voice comes out strained and raspy.
She feels him grin, as his kisses spill across her skin. His fingers find the edge of her tank top, he slowly moves his mouth, so he can take it off of her. She raises her arms and the garment floats to the ground. Even in the dark, Matt knows there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of his girlfriend in just her underwear.
He stares down at the wonderful creature underneath him and she meets his eyes. "What's wrong?" She asks, eyebrows knitted.
He smiles and she can't help but think it's amazing. "Nothing." He whispers, his hands are on either side of her as his lips meet hers again.
She puts both hands on either side of his face, feeling him move on top of her. She knows he always feels as though he's crushing her, she's so tiny in comparison to him. But she loves feeling his weight over her. It's comforting and crushing in the best possible way.
He unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor as well, as his kisses leave her mouth and move towards her breasts. His lips meet her right nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Her moan reaches his ears and he feels his painfully hard member twitch with want.
Mimi sits up, only enough to reach her fingers inside the waistband of the only clothing he has on. She pulls his lips in with hers, lightly tugging at his bottom lip as she pulled his boxers down. "God, it's been so long." She got out.
Matt only grunts in response, his lips continuing their assault on her neck. Mimi ran her fingers through his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist. She rubs her pelvis against his hard on. Matt hisses into her neck, a hand reaching between her legs. His fingers slip into the fabric of her underwear, his fingertips brushing against her opening. "Please." She whines.
He smirks. "Begging?" He questions, rubbing his thumb against her clit.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes squeezing shut. "You don't wanna play this game." She says through gritted teeth.
For a second, he wants to retort, tease her a little more. But then she scrapes her teeth against his earlobe in a way she knows drives him crazy. And suddenly, he can't think of a single thing except fucking her.
He practically rips off her underwear, if the little piece of lace could be called that, and threw it over his shoulder. She runs her hands over his chest, his eyes meeting hers. She can see every shade of blue in them and for just a second, the world seems to stand still before her. It's just a moment, one that almost defines them. If this is as good as it would get, she would make sure to love every minute of it.
Just like that, he crushes his lips against hers, right before entering her. She gasps against his mouth, she needs this. She didn't even realize how bad until just this very moment. Because the feeling of his weight crushing her, his heartbeat under her palm, his breath against her lips, it's perfect. And she hasn't felt so close to him in what feels like ages. They're in perfect sync, he knows her body better than anyone else. He knows exactly where and how to touch her, hits all the right spots.
He moves against her, his thumbs digging into her hips as he pushes into her. She feels his fingers gripping her hip bones, bruising her thighs. His lips are everywhere, her neck, shoulders, her own. And she knows she'll have marks tomorrow, but she doesn't mind. Because her own nails scrape against his back, her fingers biting into his shoulders.
His thrusts are faster, harder and she feels herself teetering on that edge. The one between anticipation and ecstasy. The most wonderful feeling she's ever felt. She urges herself to hold on, she won't climax before him. She can feel him, and she knows he's on the same edge.
She moans and it's the most erotic sound he's ever heard. She screams out his name and with one thrust, no make that two, and on the third he can barely hold on. His arms give out, her legs quivering around his waist. He face lands in the crook of his neck, his nose buried in her soft brown hair. He feels her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Her breathing is irregular and erratic.
He rolls off her, separating himself from her and pulls her on to his chest.
As her face nestles into his bare chest, he swears he feels her tears dropping into his skin.
Matt wants to ask Mimi why she's crying, he needs to know what's wrong.
But, he's not sure he's ready to her answer.
Deep down, he probably already knows, because the truth doesn't make a noise.
-x-
Mimi knows she's woken up next to him plenty of times, in fact he's next to her more than he isn't. It's to the point where sleeping without him is incredibly uncomfortable. However, this morning, as she wakes up with her back turned to him, she can't help but feel like something isn't right. Like something's changed. She doesn't know what. And it doesn't make any sense. Because she should feel so incredibly close to him, instead of miles apart.
She should feel secure and safe, instead of the overwhelming feeling that she's about to lose him. Like she's holding on to something so fleeting and so impulsive for dear life and it's just about to sleep out of her fingers.
She pulls the sheet around herself, all of sudden the room is cold. And she doesn't think she's ever felt this alone before. It's almost like she's lying in bed with a ghost. A figment of her imagination. Something intangible and less human.
Mimi feels tears pricking at her eyes and she knows it's because she just doesn't understand what's going on. She knows that last night was probably a mistake, on some level. She used sex as a distraction, a false sense of security. And he let her.
It had been an easy out.
An escape from everything.
An outlet.
To avoid talking to each other.
Slowly, she steps on to the ground. Making sure to make the least amount of noise, she doesn't want to wake him up.
Their clothes are strewn around the room, she can't find any articles that match. Her eyes fall on her reflection, her hair is a mess of tangles, she has bags under her eyes (from all the sleep she didn't get), she can't help but smirk at the small hickies along her throat, a the light bruising on her hip bones and thighs.
She glances of at Matt, his back sporting large diagonal scratches, blue and black imprints of her fingers along his shoulder blades. She shakes her head, they were always just a little too rough. Even when they were trying to be gentle.
She doesn't bother putting on clothes at all, just pads into the bathroom, opting to just shower all together.
-x-
Matt wakes up to the sound of running water, as his girlfriend's light singing floating through the room.
He recognizes the melody as a few bars from If it Means a lot to You.
He shakes his head, getting out of bed. He grabs a pair of boxers out of his drawer and heads towards the open bathroom door.
The mirror is steamed, the bathroom smells like lavender.
And hey sweetie, well I need you here tonight
And I know that you don't wanna believe in me
Yeah, you don't want it but I can't help it…
I just feel complete when you're by my side
"Cute, Meems!" He yells over the shower.
He hears her give a shriek before emitting a loud string of curses. "Do you always have to do that?" She wrenches the shower door open.
He just wipes the condensation of the mirror. "Do what?" He asks, putting toothpaste on his brush.
"Scare me." She peeks her head out, water dripping into her eyes.
He shrugs a shoulder at her reflection. "Quite a parallel between the lyrics and our current situation." He winks at her. "Coz if you can wait til I get home, then I swear we can make this laaaast!" He teases off key.
She grabs the bar of soap from it's holder before chucking it at him. "Quit being an ass." She scowls.
He chuckles, narrowly dodging the flying object. "What? You're adorable." He calls out to her.
She rolls her eyes, continuing the shampooing of her hair. "You're not." She yells, but she knows it's the opposite.
She marvels at his ability to just step in the room and instantly calm her, just by uttering a few meaningless words. It's this ability that keeps her sane. Because when every voice of reason is screaming at her to bolt, and every doubt she has consumes her, he comes along. And somehow, he makes it all go away. Until he's the only thing left, and she can breathe again.
He examines the scratches on his chest, the large bruise at the bottom of his neck. The long red marks along the length of his biceps. "Wow, things got a little out of hand last night, huh Tachikawa?" He grins, as he smoothes shaving cream over his face.
She laughs. "Yeah, you took abuse to a whole new level, Ishida." She complains.
Matt laughs too. "You loved every minute of it, princess." He says playfully.
The water turns off, "Yeah, being sore. Favorite feeling." She says sarcastically, stepping out of the shower.
His glance falls on her reflection in the bathroom mirror, he instantly wishes it hadn't. His concentration completely falters. "Fuck." He hisses, feeling the razor blade cut his chin.
Mimi giggles. "It's what you get." She pulls the towel off its rack.
He runs some water over the cut, "I really shouldn't do this while you're showering." He sighs.
She walks over to him. "Coz of how irresistible I am?" She kinks an eyebrow behind him.
He gives her a look. "That's it." He mutters.
"If you would've woken up a little earlier, you could've showered with me." She wraps her arms around the back of his waist.
He feels her lays her cheek against his back, her body pressed right against him. "For your sake, be glad I didn't." He smirks.
She gives a raspy laugh. "Was that some kind of warning ? Coz all it did was turn me on." She winks.
Matt washes away the remnant of any shaving cream. "Really?" He asks, turning around.
Her eyes widen at his sudden movement, her towel slipping further and further down her body. "Yes." She doesn't back down.
Wordlessly, he pushes her back, until she's trapped between his chest and the wall. He has one hand over her hip, the other against the wall, right above her head. Her eyes meet his, a small, wicked smile on her lips. "Thought you were sore?" He murmurs, his breath on her lips.
Her tongue slides over her lips. "What makes you think that's relevant?" She grins.
He frowns. "Don't do that to me." He says.
Mimi laughs. "Sorry, Ishida." She pats his cheek. "But you got all the lovin' you were gonna get, last night." And with that, she pushes away from him.
"Mimi!" He whines at her retreating figure. "Come on! Are you really going to leave me like this!" He gestures at his apparent arousal.
He hears her giggle, "Well, it's a good thing you need a cold shower, considering I used up most of the hot water anyway." She sings.
Matt groans loudly. "You're a tease!" He gripes, before shutting the bathroom door.
-x-
News of the band's good fortune had spread through their friends like wildfire. So, it is only natural that the gang would want to get together and wish them luck. And what better way to do that, than to have a small little party.
Consisting of just the ten or twelve of them that really matter, instead of their whole prep school as was customary.
They had all crowded into Ken's house, it was always vacant and large enough to house a small village. Grandeur aside, it also held the most memories and was the most comfortable. Plus, Zoe, who was bossy by nature, insisted she play hostess for the night.
And there wasn't a single place she could think of that was better for a send off than the Ichijoji manor.
The friends had since abandoned the basement in exchange for a more intimate setting upstairs. They all crowded into the living room, taking seats where they could.
Matt sat lazing in a recliner. Ken occupied a three seat couch, Ryo to his left and the spot to his right vacant. Davis and his girlfriend May opted to stretch out on the loveseat. Tai sat on a one seater couch, his sister perched on the arm. Sora sat in a chair next to the soccer star. Tk chose a cozy little spot against the wall, where Miyako soon joined him, flashing the younger Ishida a warm smile.
Still, two very important girls were curiously missing.
"Dude, it's so typical for Mimi to rush us all up here for "bonding time" and then disappear." Tai complains.
Sora gives him a side look, "Calm down, Tai. She's been gone an all of like, two minutes." She defends.
Tai put his palms up on either side of him, "Simply an observation, Tiger. No need to bite my head off." He winks.
Sora shoots him a glare.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a blonde and brunette are deep in a serious conversation. "Shit, Zoe." Mimi gives a low whistle. "Does Ken know?" She asks still shocked by the bombshell Zoe just dropped on her.
Slowly, with downcast blue eyes, the blonde shook her head. "I couldn't tell him." She whispers, shielding the tears springing up in her eyes. "Not before the biggest thing that's every happened to him."
And Mimi could sympathize with that bit, so she did the only thing that she could think of to do. She puts her arms around the small, vulnerable girl and hugs her best friend close. "It'll be okay, Z." She rubs the girl's back soothingly.
Zoe shakes her head against her friend's shoulder. "It won't." She disagrees. "It's gonna kill us. I ruined everything."
Mimi winces, "It won't. Ken loves you, he'll understand." She soothes.
"No he won't. I'm a wreck and he knows something is up and he's not going to keep letting it go. When he gets back, he's going to want to know what's wrong and what do I do then? I can't lie to his face and I can't hide this but—
"You tell him." Mimi says, gently pulling Zoe away from her body. "And whatever happens after that, good or bad, at least it will be honest." She says into the girl's eyes.
"That's real easy to say, Meems. And it sounds extremely moral on paper, but maybe some things are better left a secret."
Mimi shakes her head. "You don't believe that. And we both know, especially me from experience, that nothing is ever really a secret. And the way I see it, Ken is going to find out either way, better it be from you than anyone else."
Zoe's mouth forms a small "O" as she realizes how this conversation must be affecting the brunette. "I'm sorry, Meems, I didn't mean to—
"Babe!" Matt's loud baritone reaches the kitchen. "C'mon!" He shouts.
Mimi rolls her eyes. "Okay, Matt!" She yells back in annoyance. "Ignore him. Listen, the bottom line is, you and Ken have been through way too much to give it up now. I'm not saying this is a small thing, but I'm saying that if there's anyone who can get past it, it's the two of you."
Zoe sighs, "Yeah, maybe." A skeptic by nature, the blonde doesn't sound very hopeful. Nonetheless, she gives Mimi a small, meager smile. "Let's go in there, Matt sounds pissed."
Mimi makes a face. "As if either one of us care about that." She cracks a smile.
Zoe pushes Mimi's shoulder. "Drop the face, you're so deep in you can't even see the surface." She grins. "But, I'm glad. Things were super crazy for you guys for a little bit, it's good to see you happy again."
Mimi throws an arm around her friend's shoulder, "Thanks, Z." She says, steering them into the living room. "And everything is going to work out." She says in a whisper. "Promise." She adds, with a glance at Ken.
Zoe feels the brunette give her arm a reassuring squeeze as they go to their separate boyfriends. Zoe cuddles into Ken's open arm as Mimi makes room for herself between Matt's legs.
"Finally." Matt says into his girlfriend's hair.
Mimi cocks her head to look up at him, "Missed me already?" She asks.
He nods, pressing a kiss into the side of her forehead.
"Hm, that doesn't bode well for your three day journey, now does it."
Matt grins down at her. "You have a way of making everything sound so much more dramatic than it is."
Mimi just shrugs. "A gift." She answers.
Matt chuckles lightly, as the brunette leans her head against his chest. "You know, I can think of a few differe—
The room erupts into roar of laughter, effectively cutting him off mid-speech.
"What?" Mimi asks curiously.
"But that is so nothing compared to the time Matt was convinced he was in the beginning stages of early male balding!" Sora laughs. "You remember that Meems?"
Mimi began shaking with laughter as the memories came floating back. "Oh my God." She barely gets out as the laughs continued.
"Dude was convinced he was going bald!" Tai jeers.
"Yeah, yeah. Real funny. How about the time a young Taichi Yagami was made to believe he contracted a non-existent disease." Matt throws back.
Again, they all laugh, Tai included. "That was a dirty trick, Ishida. And trust me, I'll get you back for it, don't be surprised if your shampoo has been tampered with one day and you really do find yourself losing all your hair."
"Tai, you legitimately walked around the house thinking you were going to die. Mom and Dad thought you'd gone crazy." Kari teases.
"Well, how about last year when Sora was going up north to visit her dad and we replaced all her CD's with Mimi's music."
This time, Tai and Matt howl in laughter simultaneously. "Red was piiiissed off when she came back to town." Matt supplies. "Remember?"
"Fuck yeah, I remember. Those bruises took forever to fade." He says, scratching the back of his head.
"You would be mad too if you had to bump Britney Spears and Lady Gaga the whole way home. Got so bad I just listened to the news." The redhead says humorously.
"Now that was a good prank." Matt smirks.
"Hey, my music's not so bad." Mimi maintains.
"You've got taste, Mimi." Zoe aids.
Mimi throws her a grin.
"Nothing is ever going to beat the time Zoe broke her ankle—
The blonde quickly put a hand over her boyfriend's mouth. "Not this story!" She yelps. "Everyone was just beginning to forget about it."
But it's too late, he had said enough and everyone remembers exactly how the blonde had injured her ankle the previous summer.
"How do you get in a fight to the death match with a swan, Z?" Kari asks between laughs.
"And lose!" Davis adds.
Zoe just shakes her head, her eyes shifting to take in her boyfriend's profile. The grin across the width of his face, the spark in his beautiful navy eyes, his quiet laugh. She wants to remember it all just the way it is tonight, because she knows the next time she sees him it'll all be different. And the thought alone is inches away from shattering her heart.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Mimi send her a subtle, but reassuring smile. If she and Mimi weren't so close, the blonde would have never understood it to mean "everything will be okay" but that was the thing about best friends, no one understands you better.
And she smiles back at the brunette because, while she may not believe it, it's exactly what she had needed to stop herself from falling apart.
-x-
A/N: No, I'm not dead. Nor is this story. I've always maintained that I'm going to finish anything I have started, this is me beginning work on a story I've neglected for quite sometime. I put a lot of thought into this chapter, and I've actually been writing it for months (yeah…sorry if that doesn't show) so hopefully it's good. Now that Polar Opposites is completely finished (and yes people it is completely finished, there is no sequel, I'm sorry) I have more time (well, not really) to devote to this story. Since I've gotten the "ball rolling" hopefully I'll keep up with these updates.
Sidenote: Yeah, that was a kind of awkward place to stop up there, I know. But what you don't know, is that it's four in the morning and refused to put this off even one more day so I'm seriously finishing this on three hours of sleep. Win.
Songs/Credits/Shit-that-really-just-isn't-even-mine:
Title: Build Until We Break—The Fray
Lyrics: Konstantine—Something Corporate
Song Mimi is singing in the shower: If it Means a Lot to You—A Day to Remember
Okay, and lastly, you all are lovely. If you have forgotten about his story and are still interested (and therefore have to re-read previous chapters) I apologize. If you just stumbled upon because it's been updated, welcome. And if you're still reading this freakishly long and rather pointless (and completely nonsensical) author's note, thank you. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, I look forward to hearing from all of you!
Enjoy!
-Chris.
P.S- If I haven't apologized for my inattentiveness to this story, I am now. Sorry all you lovely readers and reviewers, I'm a jerk. Okay, love you all!