Note From BecomingScarlett: I honestly can't apologize enough for seriously longggg absense from this story and writing in general. It was a combination of stressful/uninspirational things happening in my life and there's not really a great excuse, but I hope you guys will forgive me anyways. I finally have found inspiration for this story again, my hatred for Elena in Season 4 has subsided since the season ended a few months ago now...hopefully next season she will not make me want to rip her head off quite so much...Here is the long-awaited Chapter 18, I hope it meets expectations. There are 2 more chapters left, I believe, and I promise to have them up as soon as I finish them:)
-BecomingScarlett
2nd Note: Thank you soo much to everyone who reviewed, I wish I could thank you all individually, but I'm trying to get this posted since you have all been waiting so long already. I really appreciate every single one of you who have reviewed and who follow/favorite this story. I probably would not have continued at all if it weren't for all of your support and kind words:)
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It's A Boy Girl Thing
Ch 18. Breaking Through to the Other Side
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"What are we going to do?" Damon groans, banging his head against the steering wheel of Elena's car.
"I don't know," Elena replies from the passenger seat. Damon bangs his head again, and she requests, "Can you please stop doing that? You're going to leave a red mark on the middle of my forehead and I'm going to look like an idiot for all of first period."
"Sorry," Damon grumbles. A moment later, he groans again, "Ugh! It's never going to work. It's just - it's never going to work."
"Way to stay positive, Mr. Debbie Downer," Elena teases, although she's not feeling so great herself. Since the phone call from Ric this morning, Elena has been trying to figure out how she'll be able to learn five more songs by Friday, and thinking that it's a pretty impossible task. She was nervous to tell Damon, but now that she knows about the meeting with Admissions at Yale on Friday, she's a complete wreck. She's just keeping it inside a little better than Damon is. "We just have to..." She falters before picking back up where she left off, "have to spend every free moment practicing and studying. We can do this, Damon. We just have to figure it out together."
"Elena," Damon says mockingly, "Sometimes studying doesn't solve everything. Some things just can't be learned in a week. I'm not going to let you perform with my band and make me look like a complete idiot in front of the whole school if you can't remember the songs."
"Thanks Damon," Elena returns sarcastically, "Because it's really easy for me to put all my trust in you to take my Yale interview seriously. Not like it is important to me or anything. Not like I really wanted to go to college..." Elena stares out the window of her car, watching the students move through the parking lot towards the school. Class is due to begin in less than five minutes, but neither Damon or Elena have made a move to get out of the car. Both are too shaken up from the phone calls they received this morning.
"Even if I do mess up things for you at Yale," Damon points out, "You'll still get accepted at fifty other schools. You could take your pick. Me? Well, I'd be lucky to get in at the local community college; that's how bad my grades are. This band is my only plan for the future."
"So because you don't give a damn about school you're going to mess up my chances at getting in to my dream college?" Elena accuses. "That's real mature, Damon. I thought you cared about me? Is this how you treat someone you care about?" Elena angrily opens the car door and climbs out, stalking away from the vehicle while ignoring Damon's calls for her to wait and come back. She doesn't care what he has to say anymore. Obviously he doesn't care about her or her future or her Yale interview. He just cares about himself and The Originals. All that talk of wanting Elena but absolutely no proof in his actions.
Damon shakes his head at his own retreating backside, wondering how Elena expects them to figure this shit out if she's walking away from him. He knows he's not exactly the most positive person under pressure, but he's doing the best he can! This is a pretty important moment for him, booking a gig at his high school's dance during his senior year, and he doesn't even get to experience it first-hand. The worst part is that Elena says with her interview at Yale being at 4:30 in the afternoon on Friday, he might not even make it back in time to see The Originals performance. It isn't fair. It is his big moment and he should be there! Ayana must really be getting a kick out of watching Damon and Elena suffer...
After getting in one more head-bang to the steering wheel of Elena's car, Damon decides to get to class. His brain might be elsewhere, but he promised Elena he'd physically show up to every one of her classes to keep up her attendance record. He wonders how he can possible soak up enough smarts to pass for Elena Gilbert at a Yale Early-Admissions Interview. He doesn't blame Elena at all for worrying over her fate at Yale; he might make her look like the biggest joke to ever step foot in the University.
At the end of the day, before Elena gets into Klaus' car for a ride home, Damon shoves a whole stack of freshly printed papers into her face. "Here," He says in a bossy tone, "I've been in the library the past hour looking up sample interview questions. So, fill them out and then give them back to me and I'll...memorize what I can before Friday." He shrugs Elena's tiny-framed shoulders nervously, hoping Elena can see he really has been trying to prove himself.
Elena blinks a few times in surprise. "You...what?" She flips through the twenty or so pages of college interview information. It looks like something her mom would have given her, had Damon bothered to mention the interview being moved to this Friday to her. "I can't believe you..." She cuts herself off with a shake of her head before smiling. "Thank you, Damon," She says quiet enough for only him to hear.
Damon nods, "Don't mention it."
"Are you lovebirds finished yet?" Klaus calls impatiently from the front seat, "In case you've forgotten, Damon, we do have a performance to practice for."
"I didn't forget, shithead," Elena scoffs, "I'm ready." To Damon, she suggests lightly, "I'll stop over later and we can...study?"
"Sounds like a plan," Damon agrees. He realizes the task is near-impossible, but he and Elena have been through a few impossible situations the past couple weeks and survived; what's one more? Maybe the interview with Yale will go smoothly and Elena will be accepted on the spot. Maybe The Originals will rock the dance so hard they get discovered next week and make it big like Green Day or Avenged Sevenfold. Maybe they'll both crash and burn, but they'll never know if they don't give it a shot.
Elena climbs in the passenger seat of Klaus' car, and he speeds off to Alaric's place to practice until Ric has to leave for work. Elena is so nervous and preoccupied with thoughts of the Yale interview that she forgets nearly everything Damon taught her, and her nifty trick she had picked up on. Klaus and Ric get frustrated with their band-mate pretty quick, and decide to call it quits early. Elena apologizes, but Ric suggests instead of apologizing that Damon get his ass home and figure his shit out. Elena promises she'll be better tomorrow. She has to be better tomorrow. She can't start sucking now that Damon is putting in so much effort to prepare for her Yale interview.
"What was up with you tonight?" Klaus asks on the drive back to Damon's house. "You sucked. You never suck. Your mind was somewhere else. Ever since you've been hanging around with Elena, you've been acting like you don't care about the band anymore."
"No, no I haven't," Elena insists, "Klaus, seriously, that's not true at all. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm just having an off-day. It won't happen again. I swear."
"Maybe you think you're better than us now that someone like Elena Gilbert is interested in you," Klaus suggests with a shrug, putting on a nonchalant air to his persona, despite the fact that Elena can see right through it. He's jealous and worried that Damon being with Elena is going to affect their relationship and jeopardize their planned-out future with The Originals.
"Dude, shut the fuck up," Elena orders in a very Damon-like tone, "That's not going to happen. This band is my life. I'm just dealing with some shit right now, and I need you to cut me some slack."
"Whatever you say, Damon," Klaus sighs. "Whatever you say."
Elena is grateful they've arrived to the Salvatore residence, and she thanks Klaus for the ride as she grabs Damon's guitar from the backseat. "See ya later, dude. Tomorrow I'll be back to rippin' it, like I always do."
"Yep," Klaus nods shortly. "Later." Klaus waves without taking his eyes off the road, and as soon as Damon shuts the door, he takes off at his usual speed down the street.
Elena winces internally and makes a promise to herself that she is going to practice all night if she has to. She doesn't like Klaus or Ric being disappointed in Damon, especially because it's all her fault. She also doesn't like sucking at things she should be good at, and since she's Damon, she should be awesome at guitar, not horrible and sucky! She'll listen to The Originals EP album on repeat all night, if she has to. She will get those songs down.
After safely returning Damon's guitar to his room, Elena climbs out the window to the tree between her and Damon's bedrooms, and swings over to her house. She taps on the window twice as a warning, before sliding it open and slipping inside. Damon, wearing Elena's face, is laying on his stomach on her bed and staring down at a notebook while chewing on the end of a pen. He looks up with big brown eyes at Elena's arrival and smiles. Elena sits down with a sigh next to Damon and peers over his shoulder to see what he's writing.
"You're doing homework?" Elena asks in disbelief.
"I'm doing homework," Damon repeats.
"I am both shocked and proud," Elena teases. She looks over some of the answers to the math problems Damon has been filling in and notes that most of them are incorrect. She sighs, but doesn't have the heart to tell him his hard work was kind of for nothing. At least Mr. Bradford only checks homework for being complete not correct. "Do you think there's even the slightest chance in Hell we'll be able to pull this off?"
"I thought you were the optimistic one in this relationship?" Damon asks with one eyebrow quirked up higher than the other.
"Since when are we in a relationship?" Elena counters with an amused expression.
Damon's eyes widen slightly when he realizes what he said, and he quickly corrects, "Relationship? No, I - I didn't mean relationship relationship. I just meant, like, you know..."
Elena cracks up at his nervous reaction. "Damon, I'm just kidding. I knew what you meant. And I am normally pretty optimistic, but this is not just one big problem, but two. I don't want to mess -"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Elena?"
Mrs. Gilbert heard voices coming from her daughter's bedroom, specifically her daughter and a male, so she obviously can't go to bed without investigating the situation.
"Yeah?" Damon calls back with Elena's voice.
"Can I come in?" Mrs. Gilbert requests, intending on entering the room whether or not she's given permission.
Damon looks to Elena, who nods encouragingly, and answers, "Sure."
Miranda Gilbert turns the knob and pushes the door open. When she sees Damon Salvatore sitting on Elena's bed, she almost doesn't believe her eyes. Elena and Damon together in the same room? It is impossible, but clearly not since there they are together, in the same room. Elena can't stand Damon Salvatore, though; it just doesn't compute.
"I...I didn't realize you had company, Elena," Miranda initially stutters over her words, but she pulls herself together by the end and manages a smile for their guest, "Hello, Damon. I haven't seen you in so long, I almost didn't recognize you."
Elena knows that isn't the case, her mother just doesn't like Damon, but she is glad her mom is making an effort to be polite. "Hi, Mrs. Gilbert," Elena greets, feeling silly talking to her mom that way, "How are you?"
"Fine, thanks," Miranda replies. She looks to her daughter and reminds her pointedly, "You know how I feel about closed-doors, Elena. I'm going to bed soon, so..."
Damon is too slow to catch on to what Miranda is suggesting, so Elena jumps in with a response, "I'm leaving in a few minutes, Mrs. Gilbert. Elena offered to help me with my math homework, because I really suck at math." She laughs because it's true, Damon is awful at math.
"All right then," Miranda reluctantly agrees, unable to see a reason to refuse, "Fifteen more minutes."
"Okay Mom," Damon says, shooing Miranda from the room, "Goodnight." Miranda leaves, but she also leaves the door open on her way out. When he's sure she's out of ear shot, he whispers to Elena, "Jeez, she is the most paranoid woman in the world."
"Well, what do you expect?" Elena points out, "It's you and me alone in my room together, with the door closed. You are the last boy my mom would expect to find in my room, and with your reputation..."
"What reputation?" Damon wants to know, "You've talked to your mom about me? Why would you tell her things like that?"
"Are you kidding?" Elena tries to keep her voice down, because this conversation would set off some alarms to anyone eavesdropping outside the doorway, "You tortured me for years, of course I told my mom. You used to drop water balloons on me from your bedroom windows. You almost ran my cat over with your dirt bike when we were fourteen. You were like the neighbor boy from Hell up until the switch happened."
"Okay, those kinds of things make sense to tell your mom about," Damon affirms, "But you were talking about my reputation with other girls. What did you tell your mom, that I'm some kind of player or something?"
"Would you be that surprised if I did?" Elena wonders, hoping this doesn't turn into another argument between the two of them. They've got less than four days to prepare for both the dance and the Yale interview and they can't afford to waste time fighting. "I never expected any of this to happen, Damon. Never in a million years, and neither did you. We hated each other. You and Klaus referred to me as the 'nameless, uptight virgin' for who knows how long, and you don't see me getting all worked up about it, do you?"
"You're right," Damon sighs when he realizes how hypocritical he's being, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Elena says, smiling bitterly, "And I know how you feel." Even though they've forgiven each other for what was said in the past, it is harder to forget. All the awful things they've said and done, how long the bitter feelings towards each other lasted, it will take time to forget, but they've come a long way in a short period of time so it can happen. If they can forgive, they can forget. "I should go. Mom won't go to bed until she knows there's no chance of any sex occurring in the house."
Damon laughs, "That's too bad. See you tomorrow then. Don't forget to look at those questions I printed off the internet."
"I won't," Elena promises as she heads for the door. "Goodnight."
"'Night."
For the next three days, Elena and Damon focus all of their time and energy on preparing for Friday. Damon has never studied harder for anything in his life, and Elena is really surprised and happy to see such a change in him. He has been patient and non-judgmental and one-hundred percent focused on the end goal. Elena actually feels like she has to step-up her game to be on Damon's level, that is how amazing he's been after that first meltdown on Monday. Elena has improved over the week as well; she can play every song on The Originals' set list for Friday night and is now working on memorizing lyrics, since Damon conveniently forgot to mention he sings back-up for Klaus. That's one more thing to worry about, but Elena is trying to take everything one step at a time.
Thursday evening, after dinner, Damon is waiting for Elena to finish with band practice so she can come over and do a practice interview with him. This is the last night for them to really make sure Damon knows how to act and what to say for the interview with the Yale Admissions Director. Tomorrow, right after school, Grayson Gilbert is driving his daughter to the airport in Charlottesville, where they'll both fly to New Haven, Connecticut for the interview at Yale University. After the interview, they'll catch a flight back to Virginia, where Damon will hopefully make it back to the Gilbert household in time to change into Elena's dress for the semi-formal and get to the school to catch some of The Originals' performance. Elena wishes she could have gone to Connecticut with her dad, to actually see the Yale campus in person for the first time, but it is one thing that is impossible for her to do on Friday.
Damon is sitting in Elena's room going over her answers for probably the hundredth time this week when Mrs. Gilbert knocks on the semi-closed bedroom door and sticks her head inside asking to talk. Damon invites her in, since he doesn't really have much of a choice. Miranda settles on the edge of Elena's bed and turns to face her daughter.
"Are you ready for tomorrow, Elena?" Miranda wonders, noticing how tense her teenage daughter looks. "Are you nervous?"
Damon shrugs, "I...think so, yeah. I mean, I'm a little nervous, but I think I'm ready."
"You'll do wonderfully, I'm sure," Miranda assures her, "You're a smart girl, and you have an impressive resume, so I don't see any reason for them not to love you up there in Connecticut."
"Thanks Mom," Damon smiles.
"So..." Miranda had other reasons for checking in on Elena this evening, but she realizes it might be a tender topic to discuss. "When did you start...spending time with Damon?"
Damon notices she says his name in a disapproving way, and he wonders why she's asking. "I don't know. The beginning of the month? It's not really a big deal, Mom. We just study, that's all."
"You study with Damon Salvatore?" Miranda repeats disbelievingly. "I don't understand, honey. I thought you hated him? Why would you want to spend time with someone who isn't deserving of it?"
"Yes, we study," Damon replies defensively, "And people change. People aren't always who they appear to be. Maybe I didn't know Damon as well as I thought I did. I don't know, but I know him now."
"Elena, you're a smart girl, don't be stupid," Miranda chastises. "You and I both know exactly the kind of boy Damon Salvatore is and he's only after one thing from a girl like you. This is your senior year, and you don't need any distractions. What happens if you decide you're in love with this boy and then he breaks your heart? What happens to Yale then, and your future, all of our plans for you? Don't throw away your future for Damon, Elena; he's not worth it."
Damon takes the insult like a slap to the face. Elena's mom thinks so little of him that he's not even worth her time...is he really that bad? He has realized just how amazing and hard-working and brilliant Elena is, though. What if he's not actually worth her time? What if he's not good enough for her, and he never will be? What made him believe he was actually good enough for Elena Gilbert in the first place? Because they had some stupid curse cast upon them that forced them to start working together? What part about that made him think he's somehow worthy of Elena's heart? None of it.
"Is that all?" Damon asks, devoid of any emotion. "Because I have some things to finish going over before bed..."
Miranda stands and walks a few feet towards the door before she turns back to say, "I only want the best for you, Elena. I love you, you know."
"I know," Is all Damon can say in return.
When Elena shows up twenty minutes later, Damon decides not to mention the conversation he had with her mom. They had a similar conversation on Monday, and they both apologized for what they've said in the past about each other. But Damon took away something different from the conversation with Miranda; he didn't disagree that Elena was too good for him. Elena is too good for him, and that's why he's going to do anything in his power to ensure she gets into Yale like she's been dreaming about for years. Elena deserves to get everything she's been working so hard for.
"Hey, what's up?" Elena greets as she plops down on the bed. "I think you've been in this exact spot every day this week. Is all the studying making your brain ache yet?" She giggles teasingly, still something Damon can't get over hearing coming out of his own mouth. "Do you need glasses from all the reading?"
"No," Damon answers seriously, "But I do need you to tell me again why Yale is your number one choice out of all the other colleges in America..."
"I've told you why fifty times," Elena reminds with a smirk, "I think you've got the answer written down right there," She points to the page next to Damon's left elbow. "Maybe you need a break. You're studying too hard."
"No, I'm not," Damon insists, "I don't need a break. I need to memorize these answers. Every time I think I have it all memorized, my mind completely blanks out. What do I do if that happens during your interview?"
"You're not going to freeze up," Elena reassures him, putting her hand on his arm and turning him to face her, "Damon, relax. You can do this. I trust you."
Staring into blue eyes that reflect Elena's face, Damon feels a surge of that confidence pass from Elena to himself. She's right, we can do this.
"OK," Damon nods slowly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "You're right. I can do this."
"Yes," Elena nods too, confirming both her words and his. "Now, let's quickly go over the agenda for tomorrow. I packed your interview outfit in my travel bag so you can bring it on the flight with you, and then change at the airport before leaving for Yale. Don't forget, because you really can't wear jeans and a T-shirt -"
"I know, Elena," Damon says with a roll of his eyes. Does she really think he's that stupid that he'd forget to change?
"Well, I'm just going over all the details," Elena reminds, sounding like her usual detail-oriented self. "So, your flight leaves at 2:50, and it's due to arrive right at 4PM. The interview starts at 4:30, so please don't be late. The interview should take no longer than thirty minutes, but Dad scheduled your flight home for 6 just in case. You should land in Charlottesville at around 7:15, and if you hurry home and change, you can probably get to the dance a little after 8." She smiles, "See? You'll still get to see the band play. Everything will work out just fine."
'Everything will work out just fine,' my ass! She should never have said that. She jinxed us! Damon's afternoon didn't go at all like Elena planned for it to. Once arriving at Yale, his interview was pushed back to 5 o'clock, and the Admissions' Director, Tatia Petrova, was so hard to read Damon has no idea if he did well or not. It sucks that he doesn't have a clear, positive answer to give to Elena when and if they ever get back to Mystic Falls...Grayson and Damon missed their 6 o'clock flight from New Haven to Charlottesville, and had to wait for the 7PM flight, and now Damon doesn't know if he'll even make it to the dance to see The Originals perform. When there is an accident on the highway that adds another twenty minute delay to their trip home, Damon is starting to feel a splitting headache coming on. I promised Elena I would be there, I need to be there.
"Dad, drop me off at the school, okay?" Damon asks when they finally pull off the highway exit for Mystic Falls.
"I thought you wanted to go home first to change?" Grayson asks in confusion.
Damon looks down at the gray business jacket, white button-up shirt, and black knee-length skirt that he wore for Elena's Yale interview and then back over to Mr. Gilbert. "I don't have time. It's fine, I just need to get to the school."
"OK, if you say so." Grayson decides not to argue with Elena since he never wins arguments with his wife, and it probably goes the same for his daughter too.
At the school, Elena is watching the big clock on the wall of the gym, which is the location of most of their school dances, and starting to worry for Damon. What if he doesn't make it in time? It is ten of 9, and Klaus is announcing The Originals only have time to play two more songs. This is it, two songs left, and Damon was supposed to be here by now! Elena takes a sip of water from the bottle on top of Damon's guitar amp and scans the crowd, but she doesn't see herself anywhere. She's disappointed, but only because this is the moment Damon has been waiting for since he and Ric and Klaus formed The Originals, and he's missing it. The whole school is loving the music, everyone is dancing and having a good time, and the one person who should be here to see it...isn't here. Elena can see why Damon likes to perform; it's a rush, a one-of-a-kind experience. The biggest performance of his life and I made him miss out on it for an early-admissions interview at a college he'd never in his life get into. He's going to be so disappointed.
During the middle of the second to last song, 'We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes', Elena feels distracted as a sharp, persistent headache appears suddenly. She is nearly unable to finish playing the song, it is so powerful, but she keeps her mind focused on the guitar rhythm and the words to the song. When the song ends, she steps back from the microphone and sighs in relief. For some reason, her eyes are pulled to the audience of her classmates again, and she finally sees the face she's been looking for in the crowd all night.
Damon arrives to the school's gym in time to catch the tail end of one of his favorite songs by The Originals, and he squeezes through his fellow students to get a better view of the stage. A few people call out Elena's name, but Damon is only looking for one person. The headache nagging him since the car ride from the airport suddenly subsides when he sees Elena, with his body, on stage with Klaus and Ric. They wrap up the song, Elena steps away from the mic, and then like she feels his eyes on her she looks right at him.
The moment their eyes meet, brown to blue, the entire room is filled with magic tension as the curse Ayana bound to Damon and Elena's souls is fighting to break free. Elena's eyes light up with joy at seeing Damon has arrived, and when she cocks her head to the side and sends him a look, he can almost hear her asking him, 'Well? How did it go?' Damon feels he did the best he possible could have, and Elena knows that, so he smiles and sends her a thumbs-up sign. Elena's smile expands and she motions for Damon to take a look around, which he does and he sees what a hit The Originals have been for the Mystic Falls High Semi-Formal. Damon is proud of Elena, because she might be giving him all the credit for the music and the band, but it is her up on stage right now, and she never thought she could do that, just like he never thought he could successfully complete a college interview, let alone at a university like Yale. Against all odds, they both did something amazing today, something they never would have done if it weren't for the curse of Ayana.
In the Spirit Realm, where Ayana is always watching, she sees the exchange between Damon and Elena, and she...agrees. Damon and Elena have truly proved themselves, not just that they can work together to achieve a mutual goal, but that they care enough about the other person to want the best for their future. Elena and Damon are soul-mates, they are destined to be together, and they will make each other happy, but Ayana's curse has done all it can for them. Now, it is up to these two teenagers to figure out their destiny and fight for it, because life is not easy, even for souls destined to be together. Ayana thinks she might keep an eye on them a while longer, even after the curse is broken...just to see how things are going with her two favorite jinxes.
Back at Mystic Falls High, Bonnie Bennett notices something strange happening in the gym during the semi-formal, but no one else seems to see it except for her. An indescribable light begins to form around Damon's body up on stage and...Elena's body down in the crowd. Bonnie figures out that the curse must be breaking when a tornado of glowing, glittery light flows around Damon and Elena, swirling faster and faster until the paths are as one. A brilliant light erupts and Bonnie shields her eyes. When it passes, there is no sign of the light that once filled the room.
Elena gasps when she realizes the pull she was feeling towards Damon wasn't imaginary, and she really is back inside her body. At the same time, Damon comes to notice he is on stage, in his natural form, his guitar in his hands. Initially, it is disorienting to go from one place to another so fast without explanation, but once the shock wears off the glee sets in. Elena looks down to her toes and wiggles them to make sure she is really in control, and then she moves on to check her legs and her arms and her face and head. She giggles in excitement before clapping a hand over her mouth and looking around to make sure no one noticed her laughing at nothing. Damon also does a body-check, making sure all parts are where they should be; they are. Then he locates Elena in the crowd, and when he sees her it is almost like he's seeing her for the first time, because even though he saw her daily before the switch happened, he's never looked at her like this before; he sees her through new eyes, and she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Elena blushes under Damon's gaze now that he has his intense blue stare back, because she knows he is studying her the same way she was studying him. It feels strange to be back, and she's nervous, for some reason, but also excited. This is what they've both been waiting for since Ayana cursed them; to be returned to their own bodies. Now, Elena has one thing in mind, the one thing she promised herself she would do first when she got her body back...
I'm going to kiss Damon, and I honestly don't give a shit who's watching...She has to know if it feels like it did before, and if it does, then what does that mean? There's only one way to find out.
A/N: That's it, folks! They're back in they're own bodies again! Please let me know what you think!:)
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