CHAPTER THREE – COFFEE, CAKE & BONDING

The sunlight of the early morning hours spilled into the room when Elena woke up. She blinked and turned her head to the alarm clock on her bedside table. 8:30 am. On a Saturday. Ugh.

Slowly sitting up in her bed, she realized she was alone. Caroline's and Bonnie's bed were both made and they were nowhere in sight.

Elena stood up and walked over to the window, looking outside. The sun was shining brightly and it had stopped snowing. It had about one foot snow and the janitor was already trying to clear the paths to school. A few students were in the middle of a snowball fight and laughing like maniacs. Elena could hear them through the opened window even though they were at least half a mile away. Two freshmen and three little kids which Elena assumed to be their siblings were building a snowman and lying down in the snow to make snow angels.

Everything seemed so normal. But Elena knew it wasn't. Shaking her head to ban the pictures of last night from seeking into her thoughts, she turned around and noticed a small sheet of paper pinned to the wall on the door leading to the corridors.

She stalked through the room and read the notice:

Hey Elena,

Bonnie and I went to buy us some coffee. We'll be back soon,

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Caroline

Elena smiled. More xo's didn't fit on the sheet, huh, she wondered amused. Looking down, she realized she had still her dress from last night on.

She knew it was impossible—but she could see Shane's hand prints all over it. From the rim of the dress up to her boobs—they were everywhere. She stumbled backwards. This isn't real, she thought terrified and closed her eyes. You're just traumatized and imagining it. She opened her eyes and looked down. No hand prints. Elena let out a relieved breath and turned around to visit the bathroom and take a shower. She needed to get his smell off of her.

She opened the door and faced a gigantic mirror hanging above the sink.

"Oh my god," she whispered. Her dress was ripped on the left side of her leg and her make-up was smeared all over her face. It had left traces of her tears on her cheeks and her lashes were sticky. Her hair looked rumpled and as if she hadn't combed it in days. Taking in her reflection, she was catapulted back to the alcove. 'Like that? she heard Shane say in her head and felt his hand cupping her again. Her back bumped into the door and slammed it shut. She opened her eyes at the contact and realized she was still in the bathroom of her dorm. Her breathing was heavy and she turned away from her reflection that was watching her with horrified eyes. She undressed quickly and climbed in the shower.

The hot stream of water flowing down her back calmed Elena's nerves. She tried to breathe at a normal pace and to remember some happy memories to distract herself.

"Hey, honey, wait," her dad screamed behind her. "Not so fast! I don't want you to fall and break something."

"I won't, Daddy," she said and laughed. They were out on the streets and he was trying to teach her how to ride the bike she had gotten for her 5th birthday. "I can do this!"

She took a run-up and jumped on her bike. "See! See, Daddy! I can do it! I can ride a bike!" she yelled and smiled all over her face. Her dad was running behind her, ready to catch her if she fell.

"You're a natural! Now pedal backwards so your bike will be stopped."

She did as he asked her to and stood. Then she climbed off the bike and grinned. "Are you proud of me? I did it right the first time I tried it!"

Her dad smiled and lifted her up in the air. "Of course I'm proud of you, honey! I will always be proud of you, even if you don't do everything right the first time you tried."

She smiled and hugged him with her tiny arms. He flung his arms around her as she whispered: "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, hun," he said and put her down. "How about a little race? Whoever is first at home gets the loser's piece of birthday cake?"

"I'm game," Elena said eagerly and climbed her bike. "I will win anyways because my bike is way faster than you walking behind me!"

With that, she started to pedal and laughed as the wind brushed her face.

Elena opened her eyes and was still smiling from the memory. Her heart beat at a normal pace and her breathing had slowed down too. She washed herself and turned off the water.

When she had finished drying her hair with the hair dryer and had put on clothes, she could smell the scent of pancakes and coffee. She slowly opened the door to the bedroom and saw Bonnie and Caroline sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Morning," she mumbled and sat down next to Caroline, blinking in the bright sunlight flooding their room. "Are those for me?"

"Mhm," Caroline said and shoved the plate over to her friend.

"Where did you get them?" Elena asked and took a bite.

"We bought it at a café in town. Didn't you read the note?" Bonnie asked, not waiting for Elena to answer. "How are you feeling?" she asked carefully.

Elena stopped chewing and swallowed hard. She knew this conversation had to be made. And she knew that eventually, she had to tell them everything. But she hoped this didn't have to be now. "I'm okay," she said in a low voice, avoiding her friends' eyes. "How many people know what happened?"

Bonnie and Caroline exchanged a look. "Only the three of us and Damon," Bonnie replied truthfully. "But we only know what Damon told us." After another look to Caroline, she went on: "Did Shane… Did he—"

"No," Elena said and blushed. She didn't know why, but she felt embarrassed about what had happened to her. And that made her feel even more embarrassed since it was not her fault at all. "Damon… He was there just before…"

Elena stopped. She didn't want to cry—but she couldn't help it. "Why did he do that?" she asked nobody in particular; her bottom lip trembling as she went on. "What I said to him wasn't so bad that he would have a reason to take revenge on me." She cried frantically now.

"Nothing is bad enough to rape someone," Caroline snapped. "And what you said was just a reaction to his asshole comment about wanting to sleep with you."

"But I…" Elena pressed out in between small sobs. She needed to get this out. She had thought of this about a hundred times ever since Damon had rescued her. "If I hadn't made fun of him, he wouldn't have…"

"You don't know that, Elena," Bonnie said softly, taking her hand. "Shane is known to be an asshole, especially when he's drunk. He becomes aggressive and violent if he doesn't get what he wants. This is not your fault."

Elena looked down as a tear spilled onto her pancakes. "Maybe it's my punishment," she whispered too quiet for Bonnie and Caroline to hear.

Bonnie reached out and stroked her upper arm. "I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but you'll be okay."

"I know," Elena whispered, suddenly just wanting somebody to hug her and tell her they'll protect her—like her mom always had. At the thought of her mom, her heart began to ache even more than it already did. "Can we please… Can we please just talk about something else? I need to get my mind off of things."

Caroline and Bonnie exchanged a look and nodded. "Damon's coming over later," Bonnie finally said in an attempt to change the subject. "At least he said he would."

"We'll see," Elena said and wiped away her tears, trying to smile. "There are no obligatory activities for today, are there?"

Caroline shifted uncomfortably. "Um… We have to cheer at the basketball game against Nickol's High tonight," she said and bit her lip. "But you don't have to join us… Considering."

"I think I'll pass, thanks," Elena said and leaned back against the headboard. "So… Tell me something. Anything. I really need to get my mind off things."

"Uh," Bonnie thought for a moment. "Have you finished French homework already? Because I have no idea what she wants us to do. I understood zero in the last class."

"You're seriously asking me about school?" Elena laughed slightly. "Well, she wanted us to write an essay about the advantages of spending a gap year in France. It's supposed to be based on the text we've read in school."

"How come you're so good at French? I've been learning it for three years now and still don't understand a word," Bonnie wondered.

"'Guess I'm just talented," Elena smirked. "How about you, Caroline? AP Physics?"

Caroline shrugged. "It runs in the family, I guess. My dad has a Ph. D. in physics, so has his dad and his granddad and so on. But I'd prefer to be good at Art or a language. It's way girlier. Nobody likes girls that are good at physics."

"Hot young teachers seem to like them," Bonnie joked and was elbowed by Caroline.

"He doesn't," Caroline said and looked at her friends. "At least I don't like him that way… Anymore."

"How did that happen?" Bonnie asked surprised, and then added for Elena, "Caroline has been in love with Mr. Knight since the beginning of freshman year."

"But I'm not anymore," Caroline repeated. "Something's changed."

"And what would that be?" Elena asked curiously while eating her pancakes and drinking her coffee.

"Someone asked me out yesterday," Caroline said happily, but bit her tongue a second later. "And I feel really bad about being happy about it considering what you've been through that night…"

Pictures of last night flashed through Elena's brain. Shane crushing her into the alcove, his lips pressing against hers, his hand on her boob… "Please," Elena said tortured. "Don't remind me of it every five seconds. I'd very much prefer to talk about Matt with you."

Caroline looked at her in bafflement. "How do you know it's Matt that I'm talking about?"

"Oh, come on, I've seen your glances towards him, you being jealous about his arm around my shoulders and his irritated look when you kissed Klaus."

Caroline blushed. "I… Was I being that obvious?"

"Yes, you were," said Bonnie and laughed. "But he asked you out? When's the date? Did he give you his number?"

"It's after the game tonight. He's coming to support his team and wants to invite me to dinner afterwards," Caroline said happily.

"That's cute," Bonnie said.

"I know, right?" Caroline said excited. "But the thing is… I don't have anything to wear."

"What?" Bonnie asked and laughed. "Are you serious? Your dresser's already about to explode. There's got to be something wearable for your date."

"Yeah, sure, but not something that will blow him off his feet," Caroline mumbled. "I wanted to buy something more gorgeous… But still not too gorgeous, I don't want him to think I've dressed up for him. You know what I mean?"

"Unfortunately I do," Bonnie said and sighed. "So you want to go to the mall this afternoon?"

Caroline nodded and stood up. She walked over to her dresser and threw a bunch of dresses and jeans and tops on her bed. "Or maybe… You two could help me choose something suitable?"

Elena raised her eyebrows. "Why us? You can choose something yourself, can't you? I mean, you're behaving like it's your first date ever."

Caroline looked to the ground. "Excuse me?" Elena said baffled. "How come?"

"I… Well, like Bonnie told you. I had a crush on Mr. Knight and I… Oh man, this sounds so stupid. But, uh, well, I thought going on a date with someone else is like cheating on him or something. And Matt… You know those guys. They usually aren't in for something serious, just for kidding around with a bunch of girls, making jokes and playing spin the bottle or something. I didn't think he'd give me a chance."

"But before Mr. Knight? Why didn't you date guys then?" Elena asked curiously.

"I was only 14 when I transferred to high school. I had some crushes in middle school but we were never on a real date, you know?"

Bonnie watched them, still sitting on Elena's bed. "But Care, you've always had the best taste in clothes ever since I met you. Why are you so insecure, all of a sudden?"

"I… I don't know," Caroline grumbled. "Don't ask me questions I don't know the answer to."

Elena sighed and stood up from her bed. She'd finished breakfast and put the plate and the cup on her bedside table. Then she took Bonnie's hands and helped her get up, too. They walked over to Caroline and mustered the pile of clothes lying on her bed.

"How about this one?" Elena asked and held up a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. "This looks hot, but not like something special."

Caroline nodded and undressed. At Elena's irritated look, she explained: "I want to try the outfit on and see if I like it."

"It's one of your jeans, shouldn't you know what they look like?" Elena wondered and Bonnie started to laugh.

"Caroline has about 20 pairs of jeans, I don't think she remembers what they all look like when she's wearing them."

Caroline had finished undressing and stood there in her bra and panties. "Cherry underwear? Really, Caroline?" Elena asked and giggled.

Her friend blushed. "My mom bought me those. And they are incredibly comfy. So shut up."

"But for your date, you'll need something else," Elena stated.

Caroline looked at her with wide eyes. "Elena! I don't want to sleep with him after the first date already! I'm not a whore."

"Woah, calm down. That's not what I meant," Elena said, a little offended by Caroline's words. "You need some pretty hot lingerie to feel hot and attractive. Your self-confidence will increase to a 120 %. Believe me. You'll feel way better."

Bonnie, who's been quiet for the last few minutes, suddenly reached out and grabbed a top from the pile. "Caroline! I've been looking for this top for ages! You said you didn't have it."

"Oops," Caroline said and smiled sheepishly.

Bonnie shook her head and walked over to her own dresser to throw the tank top in it. When she came back, Caroline was looking at her ass in the mirror. "My ass looks hot in these jeans," she said appreciatively.

Elena and Bonnie laughed. "Now come back here, shawty," Bonnie said and giggled. "Elena's picked out some shirts for you."

Caroline came back and looked at them. "Hm. I like the blue one. But I think I look fat in it."

Elena's eyebrows almost disappeared in her hairline. Then she grabbed the blue top and pushed it and Caroline to the bathroom. "Try it on, it'll look gorgeous on you."

"And it'll emphasize the blue of your eyes," Bonnie added and started throwing Caroline's clothes back in her dresser. "See," she said to Elena as she tried to close the drawer. "It's too much. I almost can't close the damn drawer."

Elena laughed and, with joint forces, they managed to close it. Caroline came back with a hair brush. "Should I put my hair back as I did yesterday or leave it open for tonight?"

"Leave it open," Elena and Bonnie replied at the same time.

"Jinx," Bonnie said and laughed. "Guys love long, blonde hair. And since you have both, you shouldn't ruin your 'advantage' and wear it in a ponytail."

"But it always falls into my eyes," Caroline whined. She seemed like a little kid not getting the horse she's always wanted.

"Oh, stop pouting," Elena said. "Then put a few strands back with a bobby pin or something like Bonnie did yesterday."

Caroline let herself fall down on her bed. "But what if he doesn't think I'm looking good enough? What if he thinks I'm dumb or we don't have anything to talk about?"

"Oh quit pitying yourself, Care," Bonnie reprimanded her. "Your date's gonna be awesome and you know it. The tension between you and Matt has always been there and he finally had the guts to ask you out. I bet you can change your relationship status from "single" to "in a relationship" in facebook tomorrow."

Caroline giggled. "That would be cool," she said and sat up. "But I still need 'pretty hot lingerie', right, Elena?"

Elena smiled. "Yup," she said and sat down next to her blonde friend. "I'm sure Bonnie would love to go with you to the mall to buy some."

Bonnie shot her a glance. Then the look in her eyes softened. "You don't want to join us?"

"No, I—I don't want to go out today, if you don't mind," Elena mumbled.

"Yeah, sure, it's okay," Bonnie assured her. "But what will you be doing while we're out?"

"Oh, I don't know," Elena said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Probably unpacking my stuff. Or curse because Damon doesn't show up," she winked. "When did he say he'd come?"

"Uh, he didn't," Caroline admitted. "He just said he'll come over this afternoon."

"Oh, okay," Elena said. "Well, I'll be here anyways so…"

Bonnie smiled. "Have fun," she said and grabbed her coat and hat. "Come on, Caroline, let's hurry. The Chinese restaurant in the mall has only opened until 2 pm and I'm hungry as hell."

"You know, we could also go to the Greek restaurant for a change," Caroline suggested and got elbowed by Bonnie. "Okay, okay, I'll hurry."

"Is this elbowing thingy some kind of insider?" Elena asked regarding her friends as they were getting ready to go.

"What?" Bonnie asked surprised. "No. It's just something we used to do when we were kids. I guess we just never broke the habit."

"Okay… Finished. See you later," Caroline said, already halfway out of the door. "Who's late now, Bonnie?"

"I'm coming," the girl shouted behind her friend and ran out, too. "See ya later!" she yelled and slammed the door shut.

"Bye," Elena mumbled and went over to her bed. She pulled out her suitcase from under her bed and began unpacking.

Fifteen minutes later, she had put all of her clothes into the dresser and made her bed. She sighed and looked at her alarm clock. It was already 1:30.

Elena looked around. She didn't know what to do with herself until Damon came around. She hadn't brought a book or an iPod in the rush she had when she had left her home. She shrugged and leaned down to kick the suitcase under her bed. That was when she noticed the tiny frame in one of its pockets. Elena bent down and pulled the image out. It showed her and her parents at the lake house they used to go to. They were all smiling. That was three years ago, she thought and felt her eyes getting wet. Before I met Logan and the others.

A knock on her door tore her out of her train of thought. "Elena?"

She quickly put the frame back into her suitcase and kicked it under her bed. Then she wiped her tears away and opened the door.

"Hey," Damon said quietly, carrying a small blue box with two cups of coffee on it. "May I come it?"

"Yeah, sure," Elena mumbled and let him in. She closed the door and walked past him to sit down on her bed. An awkward silence followed as he put the box and the coffee down on Bonnie's bedside table and shook his head to get the snow out of his hair. Elena hadn't even noticed that it had begun snowing again and looked outside. The sun was still shining, but in the background, she could see some dark clouds covering the sky. A few flocks were already falling down. When Elena looked back at Damon, he had already hung his coat on the wardrobe and was sitting down on Caroline's bed, right across from Elena's. He held the box and the coffee in his hands and handed it to her.

"I brought some cake," he said as she took the coffee cup from him and opened the box. Two pieces of chocolate cake with a lot of cream were in it.

"Aw, thank you," Elena said, smiling genuinely. "I love chocolate cake."

"Oh thank god," Damon let out a breath. "I was afraid you were one of those girls that don't eat cake because they think they would gain weight if they did."

Elena raised her eyebrows. "A piece of cake won't make me fat," she said. "Plus, I'm lucky. I have skinny genes; I can eat whatever I want."

Damon smirked, but it faded quickly. "So… How are you?" he asked with worried eyes.

"I think I'm okay," she mumbled. "I mean, I'm not—yet—but I will be eventually."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Damon asked and watched her carefully. Elena couldn't look him in the eye, so she looked at his hands. They were holding the coffee cup in his lap and she noticed that he still wore his gloves—which were cut at his knuckles, showing his long, elegant fingers.

"I don't think so," she whispered and looked down at her own hands. After a brief pause, she added: "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him licking his lips and taking a breath. He looked outside. "No," he said finally. "But I should have."

Elena looked up. His eyes were focusing on hers now and he looked both calm and furious. "I should have told the police so this damn prick can pay for what he's done."

At that, he jumped up, wandering up and down the room. "I should have done it when he still lay on the floor in the pub. I can't stand seeing his face every day in class, grinning and making jokes as if nothing had happened."

"Damon, please," Elena said, tears running down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away with the back of her hand, but they kept flowing down her cheeks anyways. Damon stopped stalking through the room and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Elena," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," Elena mumbled, still avoiding his eyes.

"No, it's not," he said quietly. He carefully put an arm around her shoulders, trying to estimate if she was comfortable with his move or not.

Immediately, Elena leaned into him and buried her face in his shoulder. Damon put his other arm around her, too, and petted her hair.

A few minutes later, Elena was in control again and sat up, wiping away her tears. "Just don't—Don't tell anyone, okay?"

Damon bit his lip and watched her. These doe eyes were killing him. "Okay," he said and looked at his hands. "But won't you feel better if you know he's in jail where he can't hurt you? Now every time you go into town you have to fear you'll meet him. Doesn't this bother you?"

"Of course it does! But I can't… I don't want the police to know. If they know, everyone else will know and they will all treat me like I'm some kind of a weirdo girl that can't be spoken to normally. I don't want that. I want to be treated like everyone else. I need to be."

Damon watched her silently. She knew he didn't understand, and how could he? If she were in his position, she'd probably want to report it to the police too. But she needed him to understand. She needed it to be kept a secret.

Elena bent over and grabbed his hands. "Please, Damon," Elena begged him. "Don't tell anyone. I have enough to deal with at the moment and I don't think I can handle people looking at me and whispering to their friends and pointing fingers at me as an added burden to take. Just… Just keep it a secret, okay?"

Damon looked at her and licked his lips again. Then he nodded. "Okay."

Elena let out the breath she hadn't noticed she was holding and tried to smile. "Thank you," she said and added, after a pause, "Not just for this… For everything."

Damon faked a smile and looked away. "So… How about we eat that delicious piece of cake I've bought?" he said, changing the subject.

"Hell yes," Elena said happily and took a sip of her coffee. It was just right. No milk, but a little bit of sugar. "How much do I owe you?"

Damon handed one piece of cake over to her and looked at her, obviously confused. "What are you talking about?"

"The coffee and cake," Elena said. "How much did it cost?"

Damon suppressed a laugh. "You're not paying for it, Elena. I'm inviting you, you could say."

"No, I mean it," Elena insisted. "One of my ex-boyfriends paid everything for me and once I broke up with him, he wanted me to pay him everything back. I'm not risking this again. I was dead broke for two months."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Well, first, I'm not your boyfriend."

Elena blushed. "That's not the point—"

"Oh, I know," Damon smirked. "But that means you can't break up with me and I can't make you pay me everything back. Plus, I'm not a douche bag, I would never ask you to do that."

Elena smiled. "Okay," she said finally. "Thank you then."

"You're welcome," he replied and took a bite.

She was still smiling as she did the same and shoved a piece of her cake into her mouth. "Oh my god," she moaned with her mouth still full. "This is delicious."

Damon smirked and reached out. "You have a bit of chocolate there," he said and wiped it off the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

Elena smiled shyly and blushed. "Thanks," she mumbled and they continued eating in silence.

Eventually, Damon broke the silence and asked: "So tell me something about you. You're from New York, they say?"

She swallowed and took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah," she lied. "I was at one of those fancy schools only snobs go to."

"Ha, so you're saying you're a snob, too?" he asked and smiled.

"No," Elena giggled. "I'm saying everyone but me was a snob. Even the girls I was friends with. And ugh, the guys were awful. So lame. And still arrogant."

"Well, here they're not," Damon said and wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm the perfect example, aren't I, babe?"

Elena laughed. "Sure you are," she said and pushed him a little. She took another sip of her coffee and looked outside. "It's already getting dark," she said. "I think there'll be a thunderstorm tonight."

"Ugh, I hope not," Damon said as he followed her glance and looked at the dark clouds, too. "I'm not in the mood to arrive soaking wet at the game."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about it," Elena said. "Good luck for tonight."

"You're not coming?" Damon asked surprised.

"Well, no," Elena admitted and licked her lips. "I don't want to be in the center of attention today. With the cheerleaders, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he said quickly. "The squad will be missing its best dancer, though."

"I promise I'll be at the next game," she said even though she wasn't sure if she could keep the promise.

"No worries," Damon said nonchalantly. "But you'll be all alone during the game. Caroline and Bonnie will still go, right?"

"Of course they will," Elena replied. "Caroline's the captain, she can't miss out. But I'll be okay," she added, "I'll find something to be occupied with until they come back."

"And the game isn't taking that long. But where are they at the moment? Did you get rid of them to be alone with me?" he joked, wiggling his eyebrows. Then his hand flew to his mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I guess you're really not in the mood for these kinds of jokes, I'm really—"
Elena laughed. "Hey, come on, it's okay," she said. "Just behave like you always do. As I told you, that's what I want. Just act normal." Then she added, as an afterthought, "and please don't remind me of what happened with comments like that, I don't want pictures of last night flaring up in my mind every five seconds."

"Sure," he said. He took a last bite of his cake and laid halfway down on her bed, making himself comfortable. "Tell me a little more about you."

"I don't know what you want to hear from me."

"Well, for example, how old are you? You're a sophomore, right? What do you like to do in your free time? Do you like reading? Are you a cat or a dog person? Do you like—"

"Okay, okay, stop it," Elena giggled and laid down next to him; he was on his tummy and she lied on her left, watching him. "I'm sixteen and yes, I'm a sophomore. Uh, I like dancing, writing, going to parties, hanging out with friends, reading—just the normal teenie stuff. And I have no idea if I'm a cat or a dog person, what kind of question is that?"

"I don't know, I couldn't think of anything else," Damon laughed. "My turn. I'm eighteen, I'm a senior and I like every kind of sport, I guess. Oh, except golf, that's douchy. I like my dumb mates and pretty girls, obviously, and I like reading. But don't tell, that'd ruin my reputation."

They both laughed. "Oh, no worries," she said in between giggles. "What's your favorite book then?"

"Don't have one. There're too many," he said and turned around so he was lying on his back. He yawned. "This weather is making me tired."

Elena lied down on her back, too. They stared at the ceiling. "Yeah, me too."

After a while, Elena turned her head and asked: "How did you manage to come in, by the way? I thought 'no boys allowed in the dorms' and all?"

Damon's eyes were closed. He smirked. "'Told 'em I was someone's brother. It's visiting day on Saturdays, so it wasn't very hard to get in."

Elena turned her head and smiled. She really was tired. It would be amazing if she could just fall asleep right now. She snuggled to her left and closed her eyes, too. Something in the back of her mind told her they shouldn't sleep right now, but she couldn't remember why. She felt Damon's arm around her waist as she drifted over to sleepy land.

a/n: thanks everyone for reviewing! this chapter is a really long one, i know. I tried to improve with your tips, i hope i did at least a little. :)
school is starting in a few days and i still have bunch of exams to write so i hope you'll be okay if the next chapters aren't on time. i hope you enjoyed this one; reviews keep me inspired!
xoxo hana