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The Unexpected
Chapter Four: The Ever Pressing Questions of Sexuality and Shapeshifting
"Cara, no."
"Aw, c'mon Boyd. It'll be fun."
"I'm not going."
"Please."
"No."
Cara sighed. "You could at least lie and say you have plans or something."
"You would know I'm lying." Boyd told her, walking with her to her locker. They had run into each other in the hallway, since Boyd's class was in the library today, and decided to accompany each other to their next classes. "Besides, if I had plans, you would be a part of them." She nodded as they skipped down a flight of stairs.
"Why do you always violently avoid lacrosse, hmm? I just want to go to a game, I'm not going to force you into a uniform and make you tackle offensive players. I just wanna watch."
"Because I'd rather spend my Saturday night doing something fun. I don't feel like sitting in the cold to watch a bunch of guys play hockey with butterfly nets." Cara shook her head.
"Well, I'm going whether you go with me or not. So you can kiss this drinking buddy goodbye for the weekend." The blonde ran a hand through her ringlets and let out a large breath as they neared her locker. Getting Boyd to go out on a weekend was an especially difficult task. She opened her locker and quickly collected her books.
"Why are you so stubborn?" He asked, leaning on the lockers next to her's.
"Are you seriously asking me that?" She deadpanned. "You're the one who won't go to a stupid lacrosse game with me. Just come. Be social. For once in your 'comfortably isolated' life." Cara knew Boyd was the opposite of comfortable with their lives as outcasts. But she also knew that Boyd hated when she pointed it out. She shut her locker quietly, turning to face Boyd who looked less than happy with her at that moment.
"Why are you pressing so hard Cara? I dont wanna go!" He said forcefully, making Cara blink in surprise.
"Why not? It's one night! I'm not making you sign up for a season pass." She retorted, clutching her bag strap harder than needed.
"Just drop it, alright! I'm done talking about this." He exclaimed. His eyes closed, trying to keep himself from screaming at the girl in front of him. His eyes opened and narrowed at the girl. "I'm going to class. See ya later." Without giving the blonde a chance to respond he pushed past her to go to his own locker. Cara huffed, turning to walk in the opposite direction. Unbelievable.
When Cara neared the flight of stairs that would lead her to her next period, English, she saw Stiles leaning over another boy while they peered stealthily around a corner. Well, depending on how you defined stealthily.
"Stiles?" Cara called, coming closer to the two peculiar boys. The pale one jumped away from the other and looked up at the blonde.
"Oh, h-hey, Cara." Stiles stuttered, reaching behind him to rub his neck. The other one just awkwardly waved a little, considering he didn't know who she was, nor did she know him. "What's-uh, what's up?"
"Nothing. Uh, what were you just doing?" She asked, lifting up a suspicious blonde eyebrow. They both shrugged, looking to the other to explain. Scott gave Stiles a clamorous look, as if to say, "You know her, you explain." Stiles sighed.
"We were just, um, looking for um, l-looking for you! Yeah, looking for you!"
"For me?" She repeated doubtfully. Over the past week Stiles and Cara had kept their pleasantries to a minimum. They only ever really interacted in passing. When she was leaving Harrison's class and he was entering, or when they saw each other in the halls. Saying hi and asking about each other's day or how they were doing. Obviously, neither on actually disclosed on their particular situations. On a typical day, she would have glided right past the boy without so much as a look. But their peculiar actions couldn't have been overlooked with out an explanation. Stiles and Scott traded looks once more before Stiles nodded, crossing his arms unceremoniously.
"Totally, yeah. I was just going to um, ask you if you were going to the game tomorrow night." He stated, unsure. Cara nodded, pushing an especially annoying piece of bushy hair behind her ear.
"I was planning on it, yeah." She said, looking between the two. "Do you guys play?"
"We do, as a matter of fact. Unfortunately though, Scott here has to sit out this game." Stiles said, throwing a loose arm around his best friend. "Serious aggression issues to work on." Cara gave them a curious look.
"Isn't that a good thing to have in lacrosse?"
"Not when you dislocate a guy's shoulder during practice." Stiles replied back, earning a whack in the abdomen from Scott. He shrugged off the arm on his shoulder.
"That was an accident." He mumbled, looking at Cara cautiously. She flashed another smile, dropping it seconds later.
"Eh, dude probably deserved it." Stiles wildly waved his arms around.
"That's what I said! Jackson is a total tool." Cara's ears perked up.
"Whittemore?" She asked nonchalantly.
"The one and only." She nodded. They stood silent for a moment and Cara grew impatient waiting for Stiles to introduce her, so he turned to the boy with tan skin and floppy hair. "I'm Cara." Scott smiled, gripping the handles of his bag.
"Scott." He replied. Although it was redundant since Stiles already mentioned who he was. "Stiles has told me a bit about you. It's cool to finally meet you." She flashed him a closed mouth simper quickly before turning back to Stiles.
"You're god-awful at introductions, dude." She said, jokingly. Stiles laughed, itching his nose uncomfortably.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He said before quickly realizing that him and Scott had more important things at hand and class was going to start any minute. "Well, I'll look for you tomorrow. See you around. Bye!" He grabbed Scott by the shoulders and hauled him off in another direction to grill him on what his dad was talking about to the principal.
"She seemed nice." Scott said, looking back to see the blonde giving them an amused look before walking up the steps like previously planned. "She didn't smile much though."
"That's great. What did my dad say?" Stiles asked, ignoring the warning bell that rang over head.
"There's a curfew, because of the body." He replied, trying not to think about the fact that he could over hear a conversation that was happening over twenty feet away.
"Unbelievable." He said, exhaling. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed a girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."
"Well you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek." Scott pointed out, leaning against the wall behind him while Stiles couldn't even stand still. This whole thing was beginning to go way over their heads. Secrets. Murder. Supernatural creatures. When was it going to stop?
"I can do something." Stiles declared with conviction.
"Like what?" Scott asked ambiguously.
"Find the other half of the body." This time, Stiles' determination was waning. But, he wasn't going to back down. He gave Scott a dauntless look and turned to leave him standing there gaping.
"Are you kidding?" Scott called after him. But it was no use. Stiles was gone and nothing Scott told him could have changed his mind anyways.
"Hey, this is Boyd. Um, sorry I missed your call. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks." Beep.
"Uh, hey. It's me. Cara. Um, I know you saw that it was me calling and ignored it. I'm sorry that I was pressuring you to go to the game but I was just hoping that maybe we could do something normal for once, ya know? I know you're mad and all but you can't ignore me forever. The game is at seven tomorrow. I hope you'll be there. Bye." Cara hit the end button and put the land line back on the hook. She was at home and that was exactly where she didn't want to be. But, her tiff with Boyd made it impossible for her to go anywhere else.
"Boy troubles?" Steve asked from his La-Z-Boy. Cara ignored him and started to make dinner, since no one else would. A jar of spaghetti sauce, tomato soup, browned ground beef, and Italian seasoning was simmering in a pot on the gas stove when the land line started to ring loudly, making the blonde jump. She clambered to answer it, hoping it was Boyd.
She was profusely disappointed when it was a doctor at Beacon Hills Hospital.
"Do you know a Susan R. Duncan?" The robotic voice droned. Cara sighed, keeping a close eye on her cooking food. Susan and Cara had different last names due to the fact that not only did her mom and dad never marry, but she was given her father's surname when she was born. And when Susan married Steve she took his name; Duncan. Her mother's original maiden name was Locke. So whether Susan married the piece of slime or not, they would still have different cognomens.
"Yes, this is her daughter. What did she do this time?" She wondered, more than annoyed to be bothered with her mother's irresponsible behavior.
"It seems that she had a nasty fall outside of Timmy's Tavern. She's heavily intoxicated and has requested that you come down to the hospital to pick her up." She sighed again, reaching to turn the burner underneath the pot to low.
"I'll be down there soon." She didn't wait to hear what else the doctor said before hanging up. She grabbed her coat and turned to the useless lump of fat in the living room.
"Your wife is in the hospital." Cara said, knowing full well that he didn't care. Steve was engrossed in the show on the TV and barely acknowledged her with a wave of his hand. She rolled her eyes and retrieved the keys to Steve's junker to drive to the hospital.
Cara strolled through the automatic doors of the hospital and made a beeline for the front desk. She had been in the hospital enough times to know where everything was located. Either due to her own arrogance, or her mother's drunken escapades.
"Can you tell me where Susan Duncan is please?" Cara asked the woman behind the counter. Without looking up, she typed the name into the directory and gave Cara an answer quickly. She also informed her that her mom was given an aspirin to help with the developing hang over.
Stiles eyes shot up upon hearing Cara's voice. What are the odds? He thought, watching her talk to a nurse over the packet he picked up after being thoroughly shot down by Lydia.
When Cara turned to go where the nurse had told her, her jade eyes caught amber ones. A corner of her mouth ticked up as she walked over to him. But, she couldn't help but snort when her gaze landed on the booklet he held in his hands.
"What an interesting read you have there." She observed, watching him flush before lowering the pamphlet titled "Menstrual Cycle" down to rest on his jeans.
"It's important stuff to know." He recovered, running a hand over his prickly head.
"I'm sure." She said, dubiously. Stiles shrugged impishly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, genuinely curious. Cara opened her mouth but was distracted by someone walking in their general direction. Cara had above par peripheral vision. She looked and it was none other than Jackson Whittemore sauntering over to meet his strawberry blonde girlfriend. He was just as attractive as ever, rubbing his shoulder. Guess Stilinski was telling the truth.
Cara looked down at Stiles and saw him watching them, too. His eyes narrowed when they kissed obnoxiously. He had lifted the pamphlet back up to cover his face. It dawned on Cara that Stiles probably had feelings for Lydia. It seemed that everyone, guys and girls, was enamored with her. Well he could have been looking at Jackson, she wasn't close enough to Stiles to know his sexuality and it could very well have been a possibility. She looked at him closer.
Not wearing those clothes.
Someone came up from behind and snatched the booklet from Stiles' hands, making him jump. "Holy- god." He relaxed when he saw it was Scott. The vertical boy went to say something, then realized that Cara was in earshot. He smiled at her stiffly.
"Hey Cara." He said. She waved awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"
"My mom," She said apathetically. Both boys' eyes grew wide as if her mom was in some kind of mortal terror. Cara raised her hands. "No, no. She's fine. She's just drunk off her ass. Had a nasty fall. No big deal. I only came to pick her up. " They nodded, perplexed.
"Oh," Stiles said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I actually should probably be going to do that. See you guys at the game tomorrow night." She called as she walked backwards away from them. They waved before she turned around and continued down the hall to where the woman at the desk said she was.
She walked into a room with four beds along one wall to the right of the door and six plastic chairs lined up along the opposite one to the left. The fluorescent lights were bright and the walls were a painfully stark white. There was only one person present, laying on a bed with her arm over her eyes to shield them from the assault of the room.
"Mom," Cara said, walking to stand next to the bed.
"Hmmmmm." She replied, her groan muffled by her own appendage. Cara swatted the older woman's arm away. Cara noticed a large sterile bandage covering the woman's left temple and a scrape on her forearm that was flowered with a purple bruise. "No! It's too bright." She complained, squinting her eyes desperately.
"Time to go home, mom. Come on." She grabbed her uninjured arm, dragged her off the bed and guided the inebriated woman down the hallway towards the exit. She was grumbling the whole way.
"I didn't want you, Corkscrew! I wanted Steve to co-come pick me up." Susan said to her daughter as they continued to their destination. Cara stopped as quickly as possible at the front desk to scribble her signature where it was needed so they could be on their way."I don't need my daughter-" Hiccup. "-to treat me like a baby, where's Steve?" As they neared the automatic door Cara saw that Stiles and Scott were still there, though they looked like they were leaving. They heard her mom mumbling incriminating things to the blonde while she pulled the taller one passed them. Cara barely acknowledged them, thoroughly ashamed at her mother's behavior.
She herded her mom into the Fuego and hastily drove back to the trailer. Cara began to wonder what ditch her mom would be laying in, dead, if Cara didn't stick around like she did. Steve was good for nothing, and Susan couldn't even cook without either cutting off an appendage or setting something on fire. And if it weren't for Cara hiding half of Steve's disability checks in a lasagna box, then they would be bankrupt beyond fixing. Admittedly, she stole the idea from a TV show, but that didn't matter. And if Cara didn't clean the house, then both Susan and Steve would sit in a pit of filth, uncaring. Cara was the only thing keeping her mother alive. And even though she never got anything in return, and she despised her mother, she couldn't just leave her to fend for herself. Susan would self destruct herself without Cara, whether she knew it or not, and the blonde would be damned if the bitch got out of her responsibilities that easily. Well, that's what she tells herself, at least.
When they pulled into the driveway Susan pushed the door open before the car was even in park and clambered out. Cara sighed, walking around to help her mom into the front door and to her room. "Take a shower mom. You smell like piss and beer." She pushed her mom in the direction of the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
When she walked out into the living room to see Steve unmoved, she asked: "Did I get any calls?" Cara was hoping that Boyd had called while she was out being the mom.
"Uh- no, I don't think so." She sighed, and instead of trusting his word, she picked up the phone and looked for herself. And Steve had told the truth, no one called. Going into the kitchen to continue cooking spaghetti, she couldn't help but be more worried about Stiles seeing her embarrassing mother than whether her best friend would go to the lacrosse game tomorrow night.
"Mom, stop fighting me!" Cara yelled, trying to get her invalid of a mother to swallow a little white pill. "Just take the goddamn pill!"
"Stop manhandling me!" Susan screamed in the blonde's face. She evaded the pill like she was born doing it.
"I have to go! And I know that you or Steve won't bother with the medicine. You are in pain, take the freaking pill." She stopped trying to force the pain killer into her mom's mouth and held it out calmly with the glass of water that was on the end table beside the couch.
"Where are you going? Got a hot date with Boyd?" She teased maliciously, snatching the pill and swallowing it dry, waving off the water. Cara sighed and set the cup back down.
"I'm leaving. Don't wait up." She said simply, turning to grab her coat and tuck her skinny jeans into a pair of black Doc Martins. They were her mom's in the nineties, but Susan barely ever gave them a thought anymore. She didn't even recognize them on her daughter's feet while she watched Cara get ready to leave. She threw on a knit cap and shoved a pair of gloves in her pocket, waiting until she was at the game to actually use them. She slipped out the door into the cold and started her long walk to the lacrosse game. Cara doubted that when she got there that she would want to sit in the bleachers and withstand the cold any longer, but she hoped that by the time she got there, she would be numbed.
Walking onto the field, there was already a lot of people in the stands waiting for the lacrosse game to start. And some players were already seated on the bench. Her eyes combed through the crowd looking for an opening when she saw one directly behind the benches. She grinned and ran over to claim it. After a moment of shivering a man sat down beside her, making sure to sit a socially acceptable distance from the girl. For that, she was thankful.
The crowd was buzzing with excitement for the first game of the season but Cara's eyes watched the entrance to the field compulsively. Still no Boyd. She doubted that he was coming, but that didn't make it hurt less.
Distracted by inspecting the opening to the field, she didn't see Stiles come over and sit down on the bench directly in front of her. He himself was too distracted by the stress of tonight's game to notice the girl. There were multiple players loitering between them anyways.
A loud whistle blew, making Cara jump. All the players ran out onto the field save for the players on the bench while the man beside her stood to walk over to the bench. She followed him with her eyes, having nothing else to do, and saw him walk over to talk briefly with a player. She recognized his buzz cut and his jumpiness immediately. A smile flitted onto her lips for a moment, finally seeing someone she recognized.
Cara waited for the man to sit back down, not looking to have an awkward encounter with him. She barely paid attention to the game that was commencing while she went over to say hi to Stiles. She tapped his shoulder, making him jump.
"Dear god," He sighed, seeing it was Cara. He dropped his mitt from being between his teeth and took a deep breath. "Cara, don't do that to me." She snickered.
"Why aren't you playing?" She asked, ignoring his comment. He itched the back of his head momentarily.
"Uh, um, y-ya know. Someone's gotta keep the bench warm." He stated while looking back out at the field to keep an eye on Scott.
"That's a very important job." She said. He didn't pay much attention to her comfort, what with an amateur werewolf on the field on the verge of shifting at any given moment.
"Dammit!" He exclaimed, startling Cara. She looked out at the field and saw a player in burgundy laying on the ground while another one scored a point. "Sorry," He said impishly. The score board gave Beacon Hills a point while everyone in the stands stood to cheer loudly.
"It's fine. I'm gonna go back and watch the game." He nodded, not looking over at the blonde. "And P.S. I think I'm sitting next to your dad." She said quickly before turning around and hurrying back to the bleachers. It was a risk, making an assumption like that, but Stiles expression only solidified her conclusion. Stiles' head flipped around and eyed his father, who was watching the pair curiously. His eyes widened in terror as the sheriff leaned over to talk to the girl. He turned back, not having the mindset to deal with this and continued to watch the game.
"Hey," Mr. Stilinski said to the blonde to get her attention. She turned to acquiesce the older man. "I'm Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles' dad." He offered her a hand. She shook it in her shivering one. It seemed to get colder and colder the longer the game went on.
"Cara Rodgers." She shot him a quick smile that dropped when he smiled back. "A friend."
"It's nice to meet you." He said, slyly. The Sheriff was delighted to know that Stiles had friends other than Scott, especially pretty little blonde ones who talked to him despite his avid bench sitting. Cara gave the man a curt nod and turned her eyes back to the game ahead of them. It was weird, meeting the man that raised Stiles. They weren't at all alike except for the minor similarities in their looks. She figured it must have been his mom who he got all of his hilarity and spunk from.
Cara was barely paying attention, with the cold, the insolent cheering, and sitting next to a sheriff. Keeping up with the rules and players was next to impossible. But when the score was 3-5, with the other team ahead, things finally started to get interesting.
When the players were at the scrimmage, and the whistle blew, both players went for the ball, but it ended up flying high up into the air at their power struggle. It sailed through the air and just when it was about to land in a guest's net, one of Beacon Hill's own jumped up in a nearly perfect jete to catch it. He basically leaped over a whole player to retrieve the globoid. The crowd erupted in hysterics while they watched him bob and weave down the field and score a point. Cara didn't think it was possible, but the cheering got louder and even more obnoxious. Cara smiled seeing Stiles jump up and excitedly high five the other players on the bench.
The cheering was ear piercing and Cara couldn't help but stand up with the rest of the stands and cheer also. Although, she put much less effort into it than the sheriff next to her. During all the spectating and happiness, the players went back to scrimmage and after the opposing team got a hold of the ball, it was ran down the field until the poor kid was cornered by number 11, the same one who caused the rave in the first place. He tossed the ball straight into the burgundy player's net and let him fly past.
I'm not sure how lacrosse works, but I don't think that's what's supposed to happen.
Number 11 threw the ball at the net, and Cara and the rest of the stands watched as it went straight into the goalie's crosse and straight out the back, leaving a gaping hole in it. But that didn't stop the fans from standing and cheering once more. Despite the obvious fuss, Beacon Hills was rewarded the point.
The two teams were now tied with a score of 5-5. And with only 39 seconds left of the fourth quarter, things were heating up. This next goal would be the last. The crowd was abuzz with adrenaline, hoping that the last goal would be theirs. The two captains met at the scrimmage and prepared for the battle for the ball. When the whistle blew, Beacon Hills was the one who triumphed and quickly passed it down the field. Number 11 inevitably wound up with the ball and he was trapped between four players of the opposing team. The time was waning. He looked perplexed, deciding what to do in his predicament.
With mere seconds left, his arms reached behind him as two players came rushing at him, ambushing him. He hurled his stick forward and with great force, the ball flew into the net mere milliseconds before the whistle blew.
If Cara thought the cheers before were loud before, they were nothing compared to that moment. The crowd erupted and many people ran out onto the field to congratulate the team. Cara made a beeline for Stiles.
"Oh my god! That was awesome!" She said, coming up to him with the biggest grin he had ever seen grace her face. Scratch that, the only grin he had ever seen grace her face. His own mouth opened wide at the sight. Sure, she had smirked, simpered, sneered, but never had he ever seen her full out grin. It really was a sight to behold.
"Yeah! I thought we were done for but man, Scott really saved our asses." He said, catching his breath.
"I thought Scott wasn't going to play?" Cara asked, puzzled. Stiles shrugged, taking a seat on the bench while the sheriff waded through the crowd to meet his son.
"Things changed." Was what Stiles said before his father reached him, smiling happily. Although, he would have loved to see his own son having a hand in the victory.
"Great play tonight, kid." He said, patting him on the back.
"I was on the bench the whole time, dad."
"Well, you did a good job at it." He said. Then his phone rang, grabbing his attention away from the two teens. He grimaced, flipping it open to answer. "Sorry," He mouthed, but Stiles waved him off.
"So what's it like having a dad who's also a sheriff?" Cara asked, sitting next to the skinny boy. He shrugged, picking at his mitt again.
"I don't know, what's it like having a dad who's not a sheriff?" She smirked, reaching into her pocket to grasp her wool gloves and pull them on to relieve her poor fingers from the frigid air.
"Touche," Cara wasn't looking to engage in that particular conversation with Stiles just yet. He smiled but then looked up at his dad, seeing his distressed expression. "Dad, what's wrong?" He inquired, only to receive a a finger telling him to wait in response. Cara remained silent.
"Thanks, doc." She heard the sheriff say into the phone before hanging up. He looked at Stiles. "The medical examiner just got done examining the body." He said.
"Well, what did he say?" Stiles pushed, scrambling to be eye level with his father. The sheriff sighed.
"It wasn't a human who killed the girl, it was a wild animal."
"What! W-What do you mean it was an animal? You arrested Derek Hale, remember?" Stiles argued. Neither of them even gave a thought to the young blonde sitting perfectly silent in earshot of the conversation.
"He said that there was no way that the marks on the body could have been made by a human. It was an animal. Most likely a mountain lion." He stated calmly. Stiles let out an exasperated breath, shaking his head. "And they also identified the body as Laura Hale."
"Derek's what? Sister?" Stiles asked seriously. Cara watched the conversation with amusement. She felt like she was in the middle of a procedural cop show.
"Yeah."
"So, you're just letting him out of jail?" The sheriff sighed, again.
"Yes Stiles. We have no evidence to hold him. He's being released tonight." Stiles didn't say anything more on the matter. He took a deep breath and looked behind him, remembering that Cara was still there, listening. He gave her a smile and turned back to his dad.
"Well, me and Cara should be going." Cara was perplexed, but played along.
"And where are you two going?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the pair. Stiles fidgeted a moment, thinking of a response.
"We're heading out with the rest of the team for the celebration." She said with conviction, looking the sheriff right in the eyes. Stiles relaxed, happy to not be the only one who could string bull shit together to cover people's asses.
"Oh," He said, pleasantly surprised for the second time that night. "Well, have fun, don't be out late."
"Wouldn't dream of it, pops." Stiles said before gathering up his equipment, grabbing Cara's arm, and rushing off the field in the direction of the school, sending a small wave to his dad on the way. Cara stayed silent and only questioned the boy when they were well out of earshot of the sheriff.
"Okay, what the hell?" Stiles grimaced, letting go of the blonde while they continued to enter into the school.
"Look, thanks for covering for me back there, but I really need to talk to Scott." Cara lifted her shoulder, shrugging off his thanks.
"Well, I'll come with you." Cara told him, walking beside him in the direction of the boys' locker room. Stiles stopped, grabbing her fore arm gently to stop her.
"I actually need to talk to him alone."
"Oh," She said. "Um, okay. I get it, I'll just head on home then." She turned away from him into the direction of the doors, trying not to look hurt about it.
"No, wait, crap." Stiles muttered, stopping Cara from turning back and exiting. "You can wait outside, ya know, I'll give you a ride when I'm done talking to Scott. You can't exactly accompany me anyways, the boys locker room and all." Cara nodded, pulling her hat closer to her head.
"No, I think I am gonna go home, actually." She looked up and saw Stiles' reluctant face and tried to smile. "Great game tonight. Really." He smiled back, watching her leave until she was out of his sight completely.
A/N
So, I just realized, Cara's last name is Rodgers. And her step-dad's name is Steve. I think that while I was developing this story, my subconscious was letting me know that my obsession for Captain America and Marvel runs deeper than I thought.
But, anyways. That's chapter four. I know it's probably not what a lot of you wanted, but, what are ya gonna do? That's life.
Thanks to the 17 people who follow the story and the 11 people who favorite it.
Also thanks to the two who reviewed. It meant the world.
And starting right now, updates will probably be a lot slower. I only have up to chapter five completely done, and I'm in the process of writing six. So I'm always going to be a few chapter ahead. And I mentioned in a previous chapter that I will be updating once a week, and so far I have done nothing to honor that commitment, not that you guys probably mind. But, it's the principle really, and I'm going to try to stay true to my word.
Thank you for listening to my meaningless babble.
Love,
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(I think I need to think of an actual name idk)
