Chapter 22
GREETINGS MORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAALS! So who fucking missed me bitcheeeeeeeeees! Oh fuck off, you know you did. I'm just fucking awesome like that. So I've found my inspiration to write again! WOOOOOOOO! I'm getting better mortals, and I'm really gonna try and get these shitty fucking fics done. I make no promises or even guesses about update times, so I sooooooooooooorrry! Chill the fuck out! WITH THAT SAID! I love suggary cereal. I know, I'm 16, but duuuuuuuuuuuude, Lucky Charms are the shit! I blame them for my recovery! hahahahahha!
As an importantish side note, if you mortals want to give me a little help though, TELLS ME WHAT YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF! I seriously don't even know which fic I should focus more on. So if you read any of my other shit, and you wanna see an update, put that in your review, okay? In case you didn't know I actually wrote those fics, my list is as follows; Die with Honor, Revenge, Just Bent Not Broken; a Bunch of fucking Bullshit, and OBVIOUSLY For the Love of a Daughter. So let thine voice be heard aca- bitcheeeeeeeeeeees! KING ALEX OUT!
Oh, and yeah, I own nothing. Only said this like a hundred times now ...
Aubrey's heart dropped with every word she read.
Her eyes flittered over the page, rereading every word two or three times, memorising the lines carefully. Each letter was like a kick in the gut for her. She wished she could just stop reading though and burn the note and the contents, erase the memory but she knew she could not.
This was all her fault. All of her fucking fault, and now she was going to have to deal with the consequences of her actions. This was just another thing she would now have to tick off the list of failures she made herself run through every single night before she fell asleep.
But really, this was anything but just another failure. This was so enormous a fiasco, so complete and totally unforgivable, that Aubrey knew this day would forever be a day she would remember and regret. She knew she was being slightly melodramatic but that was how just how she felt.
However, as they say, every cloud has its silver lining, and Aubrey's was that the note was mercifully short. Beca always was a person of few words, and the note showed this. She also was extremely honest, and so was this letter.
Painfully so.
Reading the last line, she saw a small water mark from where a tear must have fallen, Aubrey felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She was so, so, so stupid. As usual, she had just assumed something, jumping to wild conclusions based off of a refusal to believe in the good of others, and she had made an ass out of herself.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Why did she have to be so fucking thick skulled about everything that she couldn't even realize that Beca was extending a hand of friendship for the past week? All the little things Beca had been doing recently, calling her by her full name, keeping her music down, the offers to sit with Aubrey at meals, and the shoulder to cry on; the list so long that Aubrey couldn't even think of everything off the top of her head! Why had this not registered in her brain? Why? Why was she so wrapped up in her own problems, that she couldn't even see what was happening under her own damn nose.
Running her fingers over the paper, Aubrey could feel the indentations of each letter on the page, even feel the occasional tear here and there. There were smudges of ink and a scribbled out word ever other line. Because Aubrey was that dick, she also saw the grammar mistakes in the page and noted the excessive use of profanity.
Shaking her head, Aubrey let out a mirthless laugh.
She had fucking broken Beca's heart, and she was noting grammar and word choice. Fucking lovely. If she ever needed a reminder why she was such a bitch, right about now was a good one. Obviously Beca had been really upset writing this, and of course Aubrey would be thinking about grammar when there were worse things in the world to be worrying about.
Oh, and that wasn't even the best part!
Aubrey had simply lost her chance with Beca, even as friends. And just forget trying to maybe find a place in Beca's heart! Beca didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She had made that perfectly clear. She'd ruined something that could have been great before it even had a chance to start. Why did she have to be the way she was? Why? What was fucking wrong with her?
Her father was right when he had said she would have been more use to the world if she would just roll over and die. Then she could have saved everyone the heartache and suffering now.
Wiping her own tears away, Aubrey looked back at Beca's note once more; her heart breaking all over again.
Dear Aubrey,
You know what? I am done with this bullshit with you.
I keep fucking trying to be a friend to you, and I get nothing, nothing in return. Not that I care about that anymore, but for fucks sake, you could at least try to lighten up a bit! Hell, we don't even have to be friends. I was just trying to be nice to you, but I guess it's fucking pointless, huh? You only need you, right? The rest of us are just in the way.
I made you a mix or at least I was trying to. No one else has ever even heard any of my shit, and I sure as hell haven't made any one a mix before.
But I thought you were special, so I did for you.
Obviously I was wrong. Big fucking surprise there, huh? But you know what? It doesn't even matter now. I left the mix on the flash drive for you. I was tempted to trash it, but like I said, it was for you, so even though you're acting like a bitch I guess you can still have it.
So I'm just going to put things bluntly as you seem to appreciate that. Get the hell out of here. Fucking fix whatever Daddy issues you've got, and just go. I tried to give you my heart, and I guess it wasn't something you wanted. I can't really blame you though. Who wants what's already broken? Stupid of me to think that you might, but you know what?
It's done. It's over, thankfully before anything really even started and shit would have actually hurt. So, even if you only care a little, do me a favor and go. Just fucking go. I'm tired of it all Aubrey. I'm just fucking tired.
-Beca
Tears still falling unchecked, Aubrey just stared at the crumpled paper and curled up onto her bed. 304 words. Only 304 little tiny words, and she felt like her entire life was falling apart. The fucking thing was only thirty more words then the Gettysburg address and Aubrey was a wreck.
Screw the fact she hadn't even listened to Beca's mix yet. Though, to continue on that train of thought, the Gettysburg address was actually a great speech, and the impact ... screw it! Case and point right there with what her fucking issue was. She was stuck. Facts over feelings, safety first always.
She was digressing because she couldn't move forwards, and Beca had been sinking with Aubrey.
But like Beca said, thank God everything ended before too much damage could have been done. Holding the note close though, and feeling the dull ache in her heart, Aubrey wondered if perhaps there was too much damage done already.
Beca sobbed, her knees held close to her chest as she just let everything out, trying to make the pain in her chest just go the fuck away.
She was so fucking stupid sometimes. And leaving that note? For fucks sake, what was her fucking deal? A, it was completely ridiculous and SOOOO fucking high school. B, she said like fifty gazillion things she probably shouldn't have, no definitely shouldn't have!
How she managed to fuck up so fucking royally in only three God damn hundred words, she'd never know.
Aubrey was probably laughing right now at how completely pathetic she was and HOPEFULLY, she didn't listen to the mix. Dear God, Beca was a fucking skitch. Like seriously, it was almost fucking funny how stupid she actually was. What in the hell was she thinking putting the mix on a file? Aubrey hated her, and she was just going to show her a piece of her soul? Lay herself out bare for the world to see how her heart worked? So, a little melodramatic, but music was everything to Beca, and she thought (or at least hoped) that her music reflected that.
Hitting her head, Beca just cursed as tears poured down her face. Why did she have to be the way she was? Why couldn't she just be the nice, well adjusted, grounded ... NORMAL daughter that her father wanted? Why did she have to be the psycho bitch? Why did she have to have so many fucking issues? Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut ever? Why, why, why, why? Wasn't that the big fucking question?
Most of all, why did she have to fall for Aubrey fucking Posen? Of all the people in the world, why her? Sure no one could love her back, Beca knew that. She was more fucked up then Amanda Bynes and Justin Beiber combined. But why Aubrey? For fucks sake, what was she thinking? Oh, she wasn't thinking, that's right! Like seriously! It was Aubrey fucking Posen she was talking about right now! And she was just Beca Mitchell. Fuck that shit.
Angrily wiping her tears away, Beca leant her head back against the tree she was propped up against and wished the earth would just swallow her whole right now.
After her little hissy fit in the practice room, Beca had stormed out, secretly hoping Aubrey would follow. And then, because she was THAT fucking stupid, she got even more pissed when Aubrey didn't. This prompted her to storm into her room and, in her little fit of righteous indignation, write her stupid little note and put the mix on a flash drive for Aubrey.
Looking back, Beca realized, because she was a brilliant fucker like that, she just went outside, not giving a damn about the million alarms she probably set off and just wandered around aimlessly, cursing the powers above and hating the world.
Which then finally brought her to where she was now (funny how shit worked) and her little fucking pity party for one that she'd thrown for herself. You knew shit was bad when you were crying alone, in the woods. And to make shit even worse, she wasn't sad. She really actually didn't do sad. She just did shades of anger, similar to Achilles. Like when he was making up to Agamemnon and said that all he did was in rage, and oh God she was so queerballs.
For fucks sake, time and place ever? Because thinking about Greek mythology when you're pissed at the world and probably just made one of the biggest mistakes of your life was totally a thing. To an insane person, maybe.
"Fuck my life!" Beca snorted to herself, not caring she was alone and talking to no one. They already pegged her as a psychopath. Might as well enjoy all the perks that came with it, "Fuck it all. Just fuck it all."
"I'd rather fuck you, but I think Aubrey already has dibs on that." A whimsical and very familiar voice said.
Startled, Beca's head flung around to see the one and only Chloe Beale leaning against a tree, staring at her.
"My God Beale, must you take the ginga ninja thing so seriously? For fucks sake, I think you just gave me a fucking heart attack!" Beca snapped, trying to calm her racing heart. "Jesus Beale! What do you want now?!"
"A, of course I take my 'ginga ninja'ness seriously." Chloe said with mock severity. "It's like totes a thing. B, I get no 'Hey Chloe, nice to see you'? Or anything like that? How rude Mitchell. How rude!"
"You know if I said it was nice to see you, I'd be lying, so why don't you just say why you're here and then leave?" Beca snapped, in no mood to play games. "I really couldn't give a damn if I tried, so please, just go."
"Hey Mr Grumpy Gills-" Chloe started, sitting down.
"-NO!" Beca snarled. "I do NOT want your fucking happy Disney shit right now. So get your ass up and go Beale!"
"Hey, you knew the Disney reference! Good for you Beca! I knew there was hope for you yet!" Chloe said happily, not giving a damn about the death glare from Beca. "Now, if you don't want the 'happy me', then I can just give you the swift kick in the ass you deserve and make you go talk to Aubrey."
"Fuck the hell no!" Beca growled. "I do not want to talk to that bitch ever again. And I'm not going back in until someone changes the rooms around, and I don't have to share a room with the fucking reincarnation of Hitler!"
"First, you need to tone the dramatics down a notch." Chloe said, finally dropping the super happy façade. "Second, I'm not going to get your room changed until after you talk to Aubrey."
"Then I'll sit out here for the next fifty days." Beca said, seriously.
"While I have no doubt you'd do that, you seem to forget about all the resources I have available to make you move." Chloe said, "So, move it or lose it Beca. It's your choice."
"Fuck off!" Beca grumbled, resting her head on her knees.
"Yeah, no." Chloe said, her eyes boring into Beca's. "Now, spill it Mitchell. Why are you out here throwing the epic pity party? PLEASE tell me it's not because Aubrey reamed you out a bit! Because if it is, then that's just sad Becs. That's just saaaad."
"No one asked you to talk Chloe." Beca snapped, "And so what if it is. I wasn't crying though!"
"Uh huh ..." Chloe said, shaking her head, humoring the short brunette. "... suuuuure Beca. I'll pretend I don't see the tears or your red eyes. Okay."
"Shove it Chloe." Beca growled, warning clear. "Now, can you leave? I've still got a pity party to throw."
"Well can I at least join the party?" Chloe asked, nudging Beca's shoulder, showing that she did actually care. "I'll have you know I was the life of the party back at university! I'll even run back inside and get hats for us! Oh, and cake! It's not a party without cake!"
"No, it's not a party without booze Beale, and since I don't think even you could get booze in here. You are something, I'll give you that but I doubt even you could pull that off. So no, you may not stay." Beca sighed, suddenly just feeling tired, emotionally wrung out. "Now, just go? Please? I really don't want to deal with anymore shit today."
"You sure about that Beca?" Chloe asked, cocking her head to the side to take a good look at the brunette. "Because maybe if you can just keep going for a little longer, things might just start to look up for you."
"Nope. I fucked up royally, and I'm just done," Beca sighed, "There's nothing left to do."
"Well that's the biggest load of shit I've heard all day! And I was listening to Amy's tall tales for the better part of an hour of how she was an Olympic Show Jumper so that's saying something." Chloe said. "Come on Beca, stop the bullshit and spill now. Anything that can be done-"
"-Can be undone, blah, blah, fucking dee blah blah." Beca snorted. "You do realize that's a load of bullshit too? I'd LOVE to see you raise the dead Beale. Or undo an earthquake. Or anything else like that."
"Oh, so did you like kill Aubrey then?" Chloe asked, arching an eyebrow. "Because in that case-"
"-Oh my God, no!" Beca said. "Must you be such a shit? But not everything can be undone, and I am not going to get into this debate with you again. You know my stance on this, so just shove it Chloe."
"Fine, I give." Chloe said raising her hands in surrender. "But you still have to talk to Aubrey."
"What, no! Fuck, no!" Beca exclaimed. "I told you, I'm not going to talk to Aubrey!"
"You can't stay out here forever Beca, and I think you'd rather talk to Aubrey on your own rather than with someone else there. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I doubt it. This isn't something you can talk your way out of either Beca." Chloe said seriously. "You HAVE to talk to Aubrey. Things will only get worse if you don't."
"Because you can tell the future you know this, right?" Beca snapped, turning her head away from Chloe's intense blue eyes that were telling her she was wrong. "I'm not talking to Hitler's granddaughter Chloe. Now get over it."
"Nope." Chloe said simply, challenging Beca. "I think you are going to talk to her, because even if you don't want to, you'll end up apologizing, she'll end up apologizing, and you're going to talk. And then, either one of you are going to stop being an ass hat, and you'll be better than before, or you'll both decide your ass makes a better hat, and go back to normal. And before you even say it, no, I can't tell the future. But I've got like 12 years in college and a shit ton of time here, where my job is literally to learn other people. So I think I've got a pretty good prediction sketched out. I know you know it too Beca. So do I have to have a whole another rant or are you just going to get your ass going?"
"Sometimes I really don't like smart people." Beca sighed.
"Get used to it Becs. I think you're going to be spending a lot of time around smart people." Chloe said, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Now, are you gonna go or not?"
"Yeeeeah ..." Beca sighed, stretching as she stood up. "Damn you and your smarticle particles. Why do always have to fucking be right?"
"Because it's my job. You love it though, don't lie!" Chloe laughed, standing too.
"Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that." Beca said, her voice laced with laughter.
"Oh, totes!" Chloe said. "Now stop stalling Beca and get your ass going! Your lady awaits!"
"You're so funny, I'm dying over here." Beca deadpanned, though she was already walking away.
"I'm a fucking comedian!" Chloe shouted at Beca's retreating form. "I think I missed my higher calling! I should just ditch this psychology degree and go get a show together!"
In the distance, Chloe could hear Beca's laugh. Shaking her head, Chloe watched Beca leave until she sat back down against the tree and pulled and apple out of her pocket. Biting into the piece of fruit, Chloe just sighed and closed her eyes. God, she needed a vacation. But first, she had to get the world's two most stubborn and emotionally stunted people in the world to finally get their head out of their asses and admit they both had toners for each other. Nothing major, right? Actually, for the one and only Chloe Beale? It really wasn't.
Just all in a day's work for her!
Biting her thumb nail, Beca stood awkwardly in front of her dorm room. The one she shared with Aubrey. Right ... that Aubrey, the girl she had a massive crush on. And just flipped out on. And then wrote a note to her ... WITH one of her mixes that all but professed her love to Aubrey on. Yeah, no biggie. All she had to do now was go in, talk to her and TRY not to make an even greater ass out of herself.
She could totally do this.
Couldn't she?
Counting backwards from three, Beca knocked on the door when she said one. For a second, Beca mentally kicked herself. Why did she knock on her OWN door? Like seriously, she was being a fucking skitch right now. However, she really didn't have time to dwell on this. Hearing Aubrey (at least, she assumed it was Aubrey) shifting around in their room, Beca could almost picture the look on Aubrey's face right now ... the way her head would pop up, and the quick glance over to the clock (even if she had just checked the time ten seconds ago). Then the way her face would scrunch up in confusion when she saw the time. She wasn't due to be anywhere. The way-
Beca's daydream was cut short as the door was slowly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Aubrey Posen.
Beca's breath caught at seeing Aubrey. From the looks of it, Beca had just woken Aubrey up, as her hair was a bit of a mess. No, not really even a mess ... her hair just wasn't in the perfect curls it usually was in, although she still looked damn beautiful. Also, her usually bright green eyes were dull and red rimmed, evidence that she'd been crying at some point too. Seeing Aubrey like this, Beca's heart dropped even more. God, she was such a fucking jack ass.
"Hey..." Beca said awkwardly, ignoring Aubrey's surprise at seeing her, "Can I come in."
"Of course. This is also your room. You do not need to knock or request entry," Aubrey said, quickly recovering from her shock.
Beca was about to say more, but seeing as Aubrey had already walked away from the doorway, leaving Beca just standing there like the dick she felt, the words somehow stuck in her throat. Biting her lip, Beca walked into the room. Standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room, Beca cleared her throat, trying to get Aubrey's attention. However, when Aubrey made no move to even acknowledge she'd heard her, Beca just sighed and flopped onto her bed. Dammit, this was going to be a lot harder then she'd thought it was going to be. Fuck it, she had to use her words now ...
"Um, Aubrey?" Beca asked tentatively, bouncing up and down on the mattress slightly.
"Hmm?" Aubrey hummed, not looking up from her book.
"Um ... I just wanted to, you know, apologize for being suck an ass." Beca said, pressing on. "Leaving like that and blowing up was a dick move, and I'm really sorry. And my note was a bunch of bullshit, so if you could just forget about it, um, that would be really great ... I shouldn't have even written it in the first place, but I did, and the only thing I can say is that I'm sorry, and I was just pissed when I wrote it, so I really, really didn't mean anything. So, please, please, please don't be mad at me?"
Looking up, Aubrey finally set her book down and looked at Beca, like actually really looked at her. Shifting about nervously in her seat, Beca tried not to drop her gaze, but instead directly met Aubrey's eyes. Sitting up straighter, Beca crushed the urge to just cower, but rather she tried to convey with actions (because we all know Beca sucked with words) what she really meant.
Staring across at Aubrey, Beca didn't know what to make of the blank expression on Aubrey's face. The neutral appearance betrayed nothing, and after three minutes and forty seven seconds (yes, she was actually counting), Beca was starting to get antsy and was now really fidgeting on her bed. Just as she was about to give up hope of talking, Aubrey suddenly spoke, nearly scaring the shit out of Beca.
"I am not angry with you Beca. I was slightly annoyed at your behavior, however, upon reflection on the events leading up to your outburst, I most certainly can understand why you reacted in such a way." Aubrey said, her voice even, though Beca would swear she saw a glimmer of remorse flicker over Aubrey's eyes. "I do believe an apology on my part would also be warranted, so can you accept my apology too? Yours has been accepted, and should you wish, we will no longer have to speak of the matter."
"Oh, um, yeah ... but you've got nothing to apologize for though Br- Aubrey." Beca said, catching herself. "So we cool now?"
"Indeed we are." Aubrey said, a slight smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "As you say, cool now."
"Cool!" Beca said.
For a second it looked like Aubrey was about to say something else, however, instead, she just turned back to her book and continued on as though nothing had happened prior. Shifting about in her seat, Beca sighed. Well ... at least Aubrey wasn't mad, right? Flopping down on her bed, Beca was about to turn some music on, when she suddenly stopped short.
Shit!
The mix.
Bolting up, Beca bit her lip and glanced over to Aubrey. Still flipping through her book, Aubrey seemed to not notice the disturbance on Beca's side of the room. Glancing at Aubrey computer, Beca didn't see her flash drive, but really, what did that mean? Aubrey was meticulously organized and Beca highly doubted that Aubrey would just leave something like that out. Clearing her throat, Beca tried not to sound too panicked.
"Hey Aubrey?" Beca asked, trying to keep her voice light.
"Yes Beca?" Aubrey answered, looking up.
"Um, do you have my flash drive anywhere?" Beca asked, hoping the true question could be implied.
"Indeed I do," Aubrey said, "Would you like it back?"
"Um ..." Beca said, not sure of what to say.
Beca really, really did not want Aubrey to listen to that mix. Yeah, it was a blend of that old person music shit that only Aubrey seemed to quite like, but it was still deeply personal to Beca. She had downloaded ALL of the songs on Aubrey's ipod, and literally had spent HOURS listening to them all, trying to find the perfect two ... In the end, she'd picked Four Seasons and then Symphony V by some old dude, with a funky name ... Ludwig or Betteroven ... no, that wasn't right ... Beethoven, that sounded better or if not, it was some shit like that.
Whatever ...
Beca didn't give a fuck about that. What she cared about was that the music, the beat, was like how she felt. Add in some what she liked to think of as modern flair, and she just felt like the whole thing captured the way she felt about Aubrey.
But then ... another part of her really wanted Aubrey to hear the mix. Maybe shit would be less fucking complicated if everything was just out in the open finally. What did she have to lose, right? Other then most of her sanity, her pride, all her dignity, probably Aubrey, and yeah ... that right there was a decent list as to why she shouldn't.
But what did she have to gain then? Aubrey. Surely that was reason enough too. Fuck that shit ... why the hell did shit have to be so fucking confusing, all the fucking time? It really fucking sucked sometimes.
"Beca?" Aubrey asked, an amused light in her eye. "Correct me if I am wrong please ... however, I do believe the question you are trying but spectacularly failing to ask is if I had listened to the mix you made?"
"Uh, yeah ... I mean, no, no correction needed, umm ..." Beca said, scratching the back of her neck. "... so um... did you?"
"No, I thought that it would be best for you to tell me whether or not I was allowed to listen to this." Aubrey said, holding the small piece of plastic in her hand. "I am aware that your music is deeply personal, and though I am very flattered that you did indeed make a mix for me, I thought that it would be best if you gave me explicit permission to listen to this when you were thinking rationally."
"Oh. In that case, uh ... I mean, it's ... uh ... erm..." Beca said, stalling.
She had to make a decision, had to choose now. Looking over at the slightly hopeful expression on Aubrey's face, Beca made her mind up. Come good or bad, she was tired of pretending. Looking at Aubrey, Beca just nodded.
"Yeah, I want you to listen to the mix Aubrey. Please."
Miss-statement: Well ... epic review mate. Thanks! I get what you mean about the beginning though. The first few chapters are really rough. The POV change I find necessary though, because I'm not just writing one story. This is as much Beca's story as it is Aubrey's, so while I apologize for any undue confusion, if you have a suggestion to try and make things less confusing it would be appreciated. On that note, I like long reviews, so it's cool mate :) And yeah, in the beginning, neither did I. I word vomit, and then publish, hence why I say this is shit. I know the saying VERY well though mate. Hear it almost everyday from my parents XD And yeah, angst and shit is kind of my thing, I cant just do an all angst fic. I'm a realist, and the reality of life is that even in the darkest places, those who search can always find the light. Ignoring my slight philosophical moment, glad you like the fic! And of course I'm writing a story mate! What else would I be doing? ;) Sorry about the pet peeves, but I've got a new Beta now, and she's doing a fan-fucking-tastic job of fixing my word vomit XD She's going through all my chapters and fixing everything from the beginning so new readers will be all right! But yeah ... thanks! But not even sure how I've done it either ... Like I said, word vomit XD To not sound creepy, I can hear the characters in my head, and I just type what they say, and what I see, so hats of to the writers of Pitch Perfect! Being a creeps alright though mate. I'm here for hours at a time writing :) Hopefully this chapter won't disappoint, and meh, it's an okay review ;) Nah, please keep reviewing, and I'll see what I can do for you mate. Not sure how much I can change, because when I try to write, it's a train wreck ... hence why all my English teachers ever have said I was a piss poor writer! I'm near impossible to insult though, and constructive criticism is always welcome!
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Guest: You need to cool your beans man. Come on, a suicide? Really? It's like you don't even ... wait ... yeah, I would have made it a suicide, wouldn't I? XD
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cxcxcx: Laziness! Uuuuuuunnnnnnaaaaaaaaccceeeeeeeeeppppppptaaaaaaaaable! How do I even know its you though?! You could be an imposter! hahaha, glad you like the Posens though! Lina's the shit, isn't she? ;) I like Stacie though. I've got plans for her... Mwahahahahaha! But psh, the ending was awesome! Not really... I know, but I was just like meh. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it? Thanks for the inspiration though mate! Reviews are a sure fire way to make me want to update! But yeeeeeah ... I'm working on it :) I hope so too. Fam issues are shit! But while you might be able to wait, I can't ;) Not with awesome reviews like this mate!
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waatp: Yeah? Not like totally terrible and the worst piece of shit you've ever seen? How ya liking Aubrey's break now though! hahahahaha XD I mean. But oh wells :) Hopefully this didn't break the story ... And I blame you mate. You and your British shite making me sound more Britishy you fecking twat XD I just kidding ... Illyyyyyyyyyy! But psh, you've got your steel cap boots. I have my five rifles, shot guns, and then a number of handguns. And my bow. And an assortment of knives ... Try and kick this ass now! XD I just kidding! I keep writing. How couldn't I when I've got a kick ass beta like you? :D
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Guest: Thank mate :) Thank really means a lot
Guest1: First, thank you for identifying yourself from the rest of the guests, and second, thank you :) You're support really means a lot to me.
renderedsilence: Aww, thank you! I'm really glad you're enjoying the ride so far. you're actually getting a better read then the people who've been with me since the start. The wonderful waatp has rebeta'ed almost all of my chapters, and she;s really just aca-fucking awesome! Thank you so much for your support, and I hope this chapter kept up with the standard :)
As a side note, thank you everyone for your support. I'm sorry I had to go for so long, but some things take precedence over others mortals. But I'm sort of back, so yeah ... But yeah, you guys are the aca-fucking best, and I love you all. I really can't thank you guys enough. Your support really means the world to me mortals!