BreeTico – Emily's father is a complex character. When she was younger, he was a lot of fun, the joker of the group, someone that was overall the most personable person you could ever meet. But as he grew older, he matured and realized that there are times when he needs to be serious. As for Jack, I absolutely love Jack. I hadn't planned on him or Madison becoming a very prominent character, but the two of them have managed to steal my heart in a way that I honestly had not expected.

Maggie – Well I'm glad you like the length! This one is shorter than the others, but it's still over the 6,000 word mark. (:

The Significance Series belongs to Shelly Crane.

13: Daddy's Little Girl

When I was a kid, my dad and I were close. I mean, I was close to both of my parents, but it was my dad that I sought out to play games with, and it was my dad that tried to teach me the basic lessons of life. My mom, of course, was there to teach me how to cook and clean, how to do makeup and nails, how to live life to the fullest and how to enjoy a good book. But my dad… my dad was the one that taught me how to have fun. He was sort of like Derek and Jack, an overgrown kid. It was only after I was older that my dad started working more than he had fun.

I sat with Derek at a small four-top table in an Italian restaurant, where my dad often went for business meetings. After my mom had told me that she wasn't going to fight me on my notion to move in with Derek, I sprinted out to the car and flung open his side door. He knew what she'd said, but I'd still managed to startle him by coming to his door first. He already had his seatbelt undone, his feet stretched out on the bench seat. I had just reached into the car and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up to kiss me. It was sort of bad, but I didn't care if Xavier was sitting there and watching it anymore. He didn't have to look. And after that, I called up my dad and set up lunch plans for the next day. Which was now today.

I played with my silverware, wrapped up in a cloth napkin. The restaurant was a little fancier than I was used to. Wine glasses were sitting out on the table when we sat down. They'd been removed when I'd ordered a soda and Derek echoed my sentiment. He had told me that alcohol was basically like a poison to Aces. It made you completely out of it, dizzy and loud and confused before causing you to collapse. Even a little sip of wine would make us so sick that we could die. Derek had even told me that the Visionary, a young girl named Maggie, had been poisoned at the reunification by a Watson. Derek had made the reunification, which I wouldn't attend until next summer, sound awesome with games and parties and dances. But it sounded like this past year's had been something else altogether. It sort of made me glad that I hadn't met Derek until after it was over.

Calm down, Derek said softly, his voice whispering through my mind. I continued to fidget with my plate, arranging it right in front of me even though it would have to be pushed to the side when our actual meal came. I'm sure everything will be just fine. The waitress came by, putting down a basket of garlic bread sticks. My stomach rumbled, but I couldn't find it in me to reach out for one of them. The waitress lingered at the table, asking if we needed anything. I had the feeling that she was just checking Derek out. It didn't help my anxiety at all. I found myself looking up to give her a glare at the same time that Derek put his arm over the back of my chair.

I just don't know how he'll take it. When I was a kid he told me that when I started dating, he'd be sitting on the front porch waiting for me to get home with a shotgun. He doesn't have a shotgun, but you get what I mean. I told him, reaching over to straighten his silverware on the table. He just watched my hand, completely unbothered by the fact that I was invading his personal space or that I was obsessively moving things around the table. I had never really had any OCD tendencies, but when I was stressed or anxious I found myself straightening things to keep my hands and mind busy. Derek understood the weird habit and he let me continue to do it as he listened to my inner rant. And with my mom telling me that I needed to really think about my dad in this… it doesn't help. I added, twisting his glass of soda. I felt like everyone was watching us even though I knew that probably wasn't the case. I would be lying if I said that the few girls nearby didn't steal glances at Derek, though. I wondered if they realized that Derek and I were together or if they were just writing me off as a friend or maybe even a sister. It was actually kind of disturbing.

Emily, if your dad says that he hates me and he forbids you to move in with me, what are you going to tell him?

I glanced over at him, shocked. He was supposed to be helping me feel better, not bringing up the worst case scenario. I swallowed hard as I sent him my answer. I'd tell him that he'd have to get over it, because we're forever and I'm moving in with you. My eyebrows drew together as I looked over at him, wondering what good that had done.

There's your answer. You've already made up your mind. I looked away from my plate to meet his gaze. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek. You're not indecisive like you think you are. You're just worried that your decisions will end up hurting someone's feelings. You can't please everyone. You need to think about what's best for you. That's the beauty of having choices.

I sighed and massaged my temples, closing my eyes. Okay, you're right. I just don't want to make my parents hate me.

Your mom's already cool with it. It's just your dad, now. And honestly, Emily, I think if you just let him know exactly how you're feeling, he'll let you go. I know I haven't met him yet, but he's probably not as unwilling to let go of you as your mom was.

I glanced up to tell him that I wasn't so sure about that when I caught sight of someone familiar in the doorway to the restaurant. My dad had light brown hair and was a little on the heavier side. I wasn't sure when it had happened, but his hairline was starting to recede. He wore a gray suit since he was going right back to work after this. I couldn't see them from here, but I knew that he had a set of stormy gray eyes that matched mine almost perfectly. He scanned the room, and when he noticed me a huge smile spread across his face. He seemed to only see me as he nodded to the hostess at the front podium and moved towards us. It was only when he was halfway to the table did he seem to notice Derek sitting beside me. He hesitated in his step before continuing forward. I stood up to greet him. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a quick squeeze before releasing me, like he always did. Derek stood up and I watched the two of them exchange a very business-like handshake.

"Dad, this is Derek, my boyfriend. He's the one that I wanted you to meet. Derek, this is my dad, Charlie Bryson." I said, giving a quick gesture in between them. I nervously smoothed out the skirt of my dress, feeling a little off. I had pulled out a sundress for the occasion, knowing that the Italian place was one of my dad's favorites and was fancier than the places I was used to frequenting. Derek had pulled out some of his dark jeans and crisp, dark shirt. I was starting to think that he only had the same kind of shirt in different colors. They said something to each other as we took our seats.

I wasn't sure who my dad thought that he was going to see when I told him that I wanted him to come to lunch and meet someone. He obviously didn't expect to see someone like Derek. His eyes darted in between us almost nonchalantly, but I'd known my dad long enough to tell when he was really taking in his surroundings, hoping that he could get some information from them. I felt my significant's hand drift to my knee. He pulled away for a brief second when his hand met skin instead of the denim of my jeans, but I reached out and weaved our fingers together, taking a deep breath.

The waiter came by to take my dad's drink and our meal orders, and while we waited we talked. It had been a little over two weeks since I'd seen my father, since I'd always gone to go see him whenever I'd wanted to. Over the years, I went to go see him less and less, since my schoolwork and job got in the way. He worked Monday through Friday and often throughout the weekends, so there were few days where the two of us were free. I didn't have much to say about what had happened; I never did. It was just life as normal, for the most part. I couldn't tell him about the imprint or the fact that I'd learned all about Aces. Derek and I told him the same story we'd told mom on how we'd met, and then my dad decided to question Derek.

My mom had asked Derek questions about himself, his life, and his family. She had wanted to get to know him, to make sure that he was a good guy and that he was a match for me. My dad, however, asked him business-like questions. The moment Derek mentioned the Virtuous car line, my dad seemed impressed. I had no idea if my mom had called to tell him that I was in a serious relationship with someone. I didn't figure that she had. Their divorce hadn't been all that easy. There were a lot of pent-up emotions on both sides. My mom and my dad were cordial to each other at best, but they weren't liable to call each other for kicks and giggles. That meant that he must have figured it out by himself. He wanted to make sure that Derek was in the long-run able to care for me financially. At least he was thinking long-run, because that's definitely what was ahead of us.

In truth, my dad looked sort of uncomfortable. I could understand why. My mom was much more interested in the fact that I was in a relationship. My dad didn't seem to think all that much of it. He'd known, just like my mom, that one day I would find someone who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Derek was right; my dad wasn't holding on to me as tightly as my mother had been. But then again, I hadn't told him that I was planning to move out, yet.

I picked through my meal while my dad and Derek continued to talk. I had my mind open to Derek, so I got the rundown on what they talked about, but I didn't say much. It was sort of like they were… bonding. But I could tell just by looking at him that my dad wasn't getting the whole reason behind this meeting. He probably figured that the only reason that I would be bringing around a boy for him to meet was if I was getting serious with him. He just didn't know how serious. My dad was being friendly, but he still was on edge. I wondered if he looked like that at work when people brought big decisions to his desk – like one wrong move could bring something tearing down, like he was suspicious and slightly uncomfortable.

The entire undertone of the meal was a slightly awkward, business-like. Derek seemed a little tense throughout the whole thing. I was completely right when I said that my dad was a whole other level of interrogation skills. Derek had been completely at ease when he was talking to my mother, but with my dad, it was totally different. I kept my leg pressed up against Derek's throughout our meal and answered questions when they were directed at me. I sort of… observed the entire thing, trying to read my father. He was like Xavier; it was hard to get anything real from them. He had a poker face that would put professionals to shame.

When the waiter came around with the bill, Derek pulled out his card and told my dad not to worry about it. The two of them bantered back and forth, but my significant finally won out. He slipped his card into the slot and set it on the edge of the table. That alone piqued my dad's interest even more than the fact that one day, Derek would become part owner of Virtuous cars. I was sure that my dad was chalking it up to a piece of his character.

"It was very nice meeting you, Derek," my dad said as he pushed the chair underneath the table. He turned to look at me and gave me another hug, stepping back to sign, "And it's good to see you, too. You were pretty quiet. Do you have something on your mind?"

Pulling my purse up onto my shoulder, I looped my arm around my dad's and said, "I'll walk you to your car." I'll leave my mind open to you and I'll meet you at the car, okay?

Derek gave me a slight nod. Call me if you need me. He said, following us to the front door. We split up as my dad and I walked out to his car. I saw Derek head towards the classic car, which Jack had told me was a Trans Am from the seventies. I just figured that it meant that the car was worth a good amount of money, but since I wasn't a car buff I had no clue.

When we reached my dad's silver Mercedes, he gently pulled his arm away from me and signed, "What is it that you really wanted to tell me?" He asked. He looked like he thought I was going to tell him that Derek was secretly a monster. He actually looked like he thought that maybe I had gotten myself into a bad situation and was only hoping that my father could help me out. But there was a part of him, I could tell, that was expecting something less extreme. I chalked it up to his fatherly protection.

I gave a small, sheepish smile. It apparently put him at ease, since the set of his shoulders relaxed a little bit. I wasn't going to be telling him that Derek was some hateful guy. He was the complete opposite of that. "How'd you know?"

"You're my little girl. I always know when you're up to something." He said, giving me a smile that had been virtually absent throughout the meal. Sure, he'd smiled during the meal, but it had been his business smile, saying that he was happy, he was likeable, but no, he was not actually smiling on the inside. This was the smile that I remembered.

I leaned against the side of the car as my dad dug in his pocket for the keys. He was always putting his keys in a different pocket, causing him to have to search for them. You would think that a man who was the CEO of a booming company could manage to remember where his keys were. But according to my mom, he'd done the same thing in high school. "Dad," I started, taking a deep breath, "I'm moving out of mom's house. I'm going to live with Derek."

Right when I said it, he'd just managed to get his keys out of one of his pockets. The shock of my words made him drop his keys onto the pavement. He picked them up and fiddled with them for a second, refusing to meet my gaze. He cleared his throat as he hit the remote for the keyless entry. "Is that so?" He asked, his hand resting on the driver's door while he gathered his thoughts. "What does your mom think about this?" The way his expression changed when he signed that implied that he didn't think I'd already talked to my mom about it.

"She's accepted it. I'm nineteen, dad. I can legally do whatever I want. I just wanted to let you know because… well, I'm doing it. Even if you tell me that I can't, I am. But I don't want you to be mad at me or anything." I admitted. "I don't want to not talk to you guys anymore."

Dad tossed his keys onto the driver's seat before holding his arms out to me, beckoning me for a hug. I walked into it, hugging him back. It was the warm bear-hug dad type, but it didn't make me feel much better. Derek was the only one who could make me feel like the world was set away for a moment or two, so I could have a little space to myself. When he pulled back he signed, "Emily, I'd never stop talking to you just because you decided to move forward with your life. I don't always have to like your decisions, but you're right. I legally cannot control you. All I can do is tell you to always make sure you're objective with some of your decisions. Don't force something that isn't there, but you have to work at a relationship." He glanced over my shoulder, probably to where Derek stood at the Trans Am. "Obviously, your mom likes him enough to not call me and tell me to shoot you two down. I've always considered her a good judge of character. But you better not be doing this just because it's a chance to play house. This is serious, Emily. This isn't a game or a joke. This is your life, and one bad decision can change it drastically."

I smiled at him. It was just like him to give me flat out answers. If there were statistics about the rate of nineteen-year-olds that move in with their slightly older boyfriends, he would probably be spouting numbers at me, as if this was a business deal. He'd always been like that. Sports and numbers were his specialties. "I'm dead serious about this," I told him.

He nodded, his gaze darting to Derek across the parking lot for a moment before falling back on me. He didn't seem bothered in the least, and he was nowhere near tears. It had been easier to tell him than it had been to tell my mother. She'd been so sure that my dad would take this piece of information harder than she would. I couldn't help but wonder if she was hoping that my dad would try to talk me out of it. Or maybe she just knew that he would be blunt and honest with me. If my dad thought there was anything strange about Derek, he wouldn't hesitate to tell me. I figured that meant that my significant had sort of checked out in my dad's eyes. "You know, you've always been my little girl, even now. It's kind of bittersweet to see you make such an adult decision on your own."

I smiled, feeling those tears swarm to the surface, making my vision blurry. I gave him a nod, "I know. But I'll always be your little girl." I hugged him one last time before we said our goodbyes, pulling away and turning towards Derek and the Trans Am. I started covering the distance in between the two cars, and I couldn't help but think about the fact that this was sort of like a physical representation of me leaving behind my past and greeting my future. I paused about halfway, turning to give my father a wave. He raised his hand in response, and I hurried the rest of the way to Derek.

# # #

"Mom," I said, nudging her as she flitted around the kitchen. I'd had lunch with my dad only yesterday, but it didn't really seem to matter much. It was like all of my days had been lengthened, but they sped by so quickly that I felt like if I blinked they'd be gone. Today marked one week and two days for me and Derek on our imprint. It also marked the day that Derek's family was going to come over for dinner. Assuming that all went well tonight, it was going to be my last night at the place I'd called my home for years. My mom had put Xavier in charge of the shop for the night – he still wasn't talking to me – and she'd been running around for over an hour. We'd decided on making hamburgers. My mom had been shocked when I'd suggested it, but they were Derek's absolute favorite (he was a true American food junkie) and the other Stanton family members liked them well enough. "You might want to go get the grill started. They're supposed to be here in like, two minutes."

She threw her hands up in the air and rushed to the sink, using her wrist to turn on the faucet. She'd wanted to get all dressed up with her best jewelry and an extra hint of makeup, but I told her not to worry about it. I'd just pulled my hair back into a peppy ponytail and had even pinned my bangs back away from my face. But had added more makeup than I usually wore, smoothing powder over my skin and lining my eyes with a dark pencil. My mascara made my eyelashes look three times longer, and I'd taken a gray shadow palette and given myself what I considered a sexy smoky eye. I didn't have a lot by way of jewelry, so I just slipped on my grandmother's ring on my right fourth finger and a fake diamond bracelet that my mom had given me on my fifteenth birthday. My mom had given me a you're-a-hypocrite glare when I came down the stairs, but she didn't say anything about me trying to look good.

I'd settled for slicing tomatoes and rearranging the buffet of burger toppings on their plates, covering them all with clear plastic wrap. I had just finished putting up the leftover vegetables when I heard Derek's voice echoing through my mind. We just pulled up. I hurried to put everything else up before bounding to the front door. My mom was still outside, the back door propped open, as she tried to light the grill. She'd never really had any luck with it, but I had to give her props for trying. I could see that she'd tried to make the covered back patio look a little more party-like, with the cushions on the benches freshly washed and the huge glass table cleared off.

I pulled open the front door and was greeted with the entire Stanton family heading up the walkway. My mom had given me a slightly surprised look when I said that all seven members of the Stanton family were coming, but then she'd smiled and continued on. I could see that Derek had parked his bike at the curb. It looked like everyone else had ridden here in the Trans Am. I left the door opened and hurried down the front steps. My mom had changed my shift to the morning so that I could help with cleaning up and getting dinner ready. I hadn't seen Derek since he stopped by my window around seven. It had been nearly twelve hours. I never knew that I could miss someone so much so quickly.

He started walking towards me, but as we drew closer I was pretty sure that I saw him pick up the pace. I put my hands on his chest and vaulted up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. His free arm (the other was holding onto his bike helmet) went around me to hold me against him. I could feel his smile against my lips as I fell back onto my feet. You look nice. He said. I laughed. Derek had proved to be extremely wise for his years and fairly dependent on physical touch, but his romance skills were pretty low. I don't think he knew how to give a girl a real compliment about how she looked, at least, not with all those extra words. He was pretty flat out with what he said. I think that was partly what made him so charming.

"Yeah? You think so?" I asked, unable to hide my smile. Derek reached out and gave a gentle tug on the end of my ponytail as his family neared. I switched my words to my mind as I continued, Well, you don't look so bad yourself.

Yeah? He echoed, You think so? I snorted in laughter and gave him a playful slap on his chest. I looked over his shoulder just in time to see Victoria walking up. She had actually gotten a little dressed up for the occasion, her dress navy blue with a slightly plunging neckline. She'd even put on heels and had twisted her slight curls into a tasteful side ponytail. I abandoned Derek for just a moment to give her a brief hug. Instead of feeling awkward, like I imagined, it was just like hugging my own mom. I even slung an arm around Robert. Jack, who had lingered near the very back of the group, hurried forward, signing "Free hugs?"

I laughed as he went to give me a hug. But instead of a quick embrace, he draped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. My imprint flared up inside, telling me that it didn't like me hugging any other men my age, even my significant's brother. Jack made a big show out of dragging me away from Derek even though I reached out for him. I laughed as Jack waggled his eyebrows at us before I ducked underneath his arm. Victoria was giving her youngest son a knock-it-off look, but even she couldn't hide her smile at our antics. I rushed to Derek's side, grabbing a hold of the leather jacket he'd worn over his typical shirt. I turned to stick my tongue out at Jack and he sneered back.

It looked like everyone was laughing. Even Derek, who had looked like he was halfway amused, halfway annoyed, was grinning at me as I let go of his jacket. I took a hold of his helmet and laced my fingers with his. As I turned to face the house, I noticed my mom standing at the door. She had apparently called out a hello to the crowd gathered on our front lawn. I continued on as mom stepped aside to let everyone in. I made quick introductions, starting with Robert and ending with Madison.

My mom's eyebrows shot up and she gave me a look when I mentioned Derek's youngest sister. I'd forgotten all about the fact that Derek and I had used Madison as a decoy for me to spend the night over at his house. I just gave her a brilliant smile across the way. She looked like she was going to want to have a word with me for a second, but she finally just shook her head, unable to hide the tiny smile gracing her face. I was honestly kind of shocked that she didn't get even a little bit mad at me. She was either honoring the fact that I was an adult capable of my own decisions or she was blinded by the tornado that was Jack and Madison. Separated, the two of them were charming and funny. Together, it was like having a comedy show in my living room.

I've talked to my parents about the plan. They're going to try to smooth things over with your mom. You know, tell her that they can't wait for you to move in and that she's welcome to visit any time and stuff. His words echoed through my mind as we slipped out onto the back porch. Carissa had showed up with the family, attached to her cell phone like always. It looked like Madison was doing her best to keep her older sister entertained, but I had the distinct feeling that in a tight-knit family, Carissa was one that would really rather be left alone with a television set. Zach had showed up too, and he was just as quiet as he was when he had a book in front of him. He and Carissa took a seat on the couch together after giving my mom a few seconds of their time.

My mom excused herself to put the burgers on the grill. We all trampled out into the backyard, relishing the last bits of the summer weather in Chicago. I had handed Carissa the TV remote and told her to watch whatever, knowing that she was probably going to be more comfortable watching some sort of drama series, or maybe even one of the movies that was playing. She gave me a smile that I hadn't been expecting from her. Note to self: the key into Carissa's heart was a healthy dose of fashion knowledge and electronics.

While my mom talked to Robert and Victoria, Derek and I went to sit on the hammock I'd talked my mom into buying when I was thirteen. It was strung up between two trees which gave it relative shade. During the day, I would lie out there and read a book for hours on end. For now, though, it made the perfect place for us to swing back and forth. I'd always been a little embarrassed when my mom caught me with Derek. But we were moving in together tomorrow. I figured that she already knew that I'd slept in Derek's room. She probably figured that out the moment I introduced her to Madison. And honestly, according to my mom, it had been the way that Derek and I rotated around each other with tenderness that had really sold her on our relationship. So I guess I didn't really care anymore if she saw me with him.

We sat down on the hammock sideways so that we faced the house instead of the sky. Jack and Madison dragged their chairs up across the grass so we could all sit there together and chat while Robert and Victoria worked their magic on my mother. Derek draped his arm over my shoulders as I leaned against him. We talked a little bit about school for Madison and Jack. Madison was telling us funny stories about some of her more incompetent teachers. Jack and Derek threw in their own stories with the same teachers. It really made me miss the fact that I'd skipped out on high school and gone the homeschooled route.

My mom called out to us when the burgers were ready. We all sat around the outdoor table, both ends chatting about different things. When we finished our meals, my mom brought out a plate of cookies that she'd popped in right after we got home from the morning shift at work. We all sat there for a while longer. It was nice to see my mom completely at ease with Victoria and Robert. In fact, it looked like they were actually friends. I found myself wondering if Derek's parents were exactly like him, just like the rest of his family, flat out charming.

I decided that they just had to be.

# # #

Everyone but Derek had already left. My mom tried to hide her smile when I said that he was going to be hanging around for a little while longer. I could almost hear what she was thinking – that I was going to be living with him as of tomorrow (it was my big move-out day) so we didn't need to sit there and cling to each other like we had been all night. But she didn't say anything to me, and Derek and I slipped back outside to lie down on the hammock. Derek let one foot hang over the edge, making the whole thing swing back and forth as I snuggled into his side.

I'm so tired, I told him as my eyes fluttered closed. Derek's fingers ran repeatedly through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Ever since I spent the night at your house, I can't sleep in my room. It feels so lonely. One of my hands rested on his stomach, which was strong and muscled. I let my arm slide across him as his fingers tickled the back of my neck.

I know what you mean. He said back. His chest rose and fell under my cheek as he breathed. I mean, I was never much of a restless sleeper, he teased, but now it's nearly impossible. I can't wait for you to move into tomorrow.

I smiled. Me neither.

We sat there, rocking back and forth in relative silence. I kept my eyes closed, determined to rest my eyes for just a little while. I let my hand stay on Derek's chest, where I could feel our hearts beating together. I could feel Derek's warm breath on my hair as he continued to trail his fingers up and down my back. This had to be what heaven felt like.

I'd intended to only lie there for a little bit, but I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, someone was slipping their arms underneath me and lifting me up off the hammock. I knew immediately that it was Derek. It reminded me a little bit of the time where Xavier had tried to carry me across the floor of my mom's music store. He hadn't made it very far. But as I wrapped my arms tiredly around Derek's neck and buried my face in his chest, I was aware of the fact that he had carried me across the yard and into the house. My mom had apparently been waiting up for when he would leave, since she was in the living room. She must have been watching another one of her sappy romance movies because her eyes looked shiny, like she'd been trying not to cry. She stood up and followed Derek to the base of the stairs, where he easily carried me up to my bedroom.

I kept my arms locked around his neck as he lowered me onto the bed. He went to stand up, but I kept my arms securely around him. I could feel his laugh whispering through my mind. "No, don't leave me," I said quietly, still half-asleep, delirious on how much I really needed it and how long it had been since I'd actually gotten some real rest. "Stay here." I knew my words were whispered, hardly audible, probably. I was so tired and out of it that all I wanted was for Derek to lie down next to me. I tried my best to pull him down onto the mattress despite the fact that my bed was only wide enough for me and maybe half of him. I was so tired that I didn't even care.

I can't. His voice was soft and warm. Your mom is waiting downstairs to see me out. I'll come first thing in the morning, okay? He reached up to remove my arms from around him as he leaned down to press his lips to mine. He lingered there for a moment longer before letting himself out of my bedroom. It was only after I was sure that he was gone that I realized that he'd said something more.

I love you, Emily.

This time, when I set out on a goal of a shorter chapter, I succeeded. Honestly, I'll say that this chapter was sort of hard to write. It's probably because it was just basically a fluff piece. Since I already have my chapter titles and general plans laid out all the way to eighteen (currently,) these next few chapters should hold a little more plot-planning than this one (excluding one or two of them.)

As always, you know exactly what I'm going to say at this part because I always say the same thing. I'm a creature of habit. Which is why I say it again: please leave me a review, thank you for reading, and peace out with a smiley face. Peace (: