A/N: I am terribly sorry for the late updates, university has been keeping me on my feet. Currently, it's the joyous 'Finals Season' and I am sarcastically over joyous with my exams. -_- Writing always decreases my stress so here I am. I hope everyone is doing well and happy Christmas season to my readers.

Brrrinngg- Jack's hand smacked the alarm clock off and he opened his groggy eyes lazily.

His bedroom was still dark and no ray of sunshine peeked through his thick curtains. Slowly, Jack rolled over to his side to gaze at the time. It was 4:11AM. He must have rolled around the bed for a full minute because he set the alarm for 4:10AM.

With his purple, thick duvet hanging over his naked, lean body, Jack sat up in his bed. Every morning he wished that he was allowed to ignore his responsibilities and job so he could sleep in until 9AM. Those days were supremely rare and when those days arrived, he couldn't laze around in bed; lazy days weren't ingrained into his body since he was a child.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched his limbs. Then Jack sighed before climbing out of his bed. The cold, wooden floor always helped him to wake up a bit faster. He scratched his abdomen with one hand and opened the bathroom door with his other hand.

Silence awaited him in the cold room and he was surprised when he heard a quiet, soft snores coming from the room next door. Jack frowned until he recalled how Elsa ended up staying the night at his house unexpectedly. He replayed the whole day in his mind and felt awkward how the famous actress was resting on the other side of the wall. Jack frowned and pulled down the lever on Elsa's door to click it shut.

Jack stared at his reflection in the large mirror and smirked at himself. His usual cowlicks messed up his hair. Then he brushed his palms against his growing, rough whiskers. September ceaselessly proved to be the most difficult month; it brought the beautiful, colourful changes. The sizzling hot weather cooled, but the temperature remained moderately warm. However, on certain days, the weather chilled and gnawed on people's skins. The thick, densely covered tree branches stripped itself and flurries of orange, red, and yellow decorated the streets and roofs around the country. Jack loved the autumn, but the fickle temperature bothered him constantly.

On chilly days, the facial hair protected him from the bitter winds, but when Mother Nature decided to raise the temperature abruptly, it made him want to shave the beard off. In his belief, if September was a person, September would be extremely moody person.

His facial hair wasn't too long yet, so perhaps he wouldn't shave it off today. Jack moved away from the mirror and sealed himself in the shower room. Immediately, hot water coated his body and Jack drenched himself with enough water until his hair was soaked. He used a bar of soap to leather his flushed body. The water wiped away the extract of bubbles. Next he rubbed the shampoo through his thick coat of hair, Finally, he rinsed the conditioner out of his hair.

Jack stood still in the stall and realized something; it was taking more than five minutes to wash his hair. It warned Jack that his hair had grown far too long for his liking. Maybe the hair dresser could do something before his schedule began. If he remembered correctly, he had to go to a set in order to do a live interview about being the new model for the Armani brand.

The producer and the actress he worked with would be there. It would be great to meet them again. They were fantastic members to work with and it was a great honour to work with those professionals. It would be a lie if he didn't admit that each of them inspired him.

The sound of water droplets splashing onto the ground stopped as he shut the shower off. When he tilted his head down, he watched the final water drip down from the strand of his hair while the other beads of water glided down his skin.

Jack shook his hair dry as much as he could like a dog before climbing out of the shower. He used the white towel to tousle his thick, wet hair. To his own surprise, he heard a door slide open gently.

In absolute disbelief, Jack stood still with the mildly wet towel hanging on his head. His body froze as he couldn't even blink while Elsa also stood stunned by the doorway. He could feel his ears slowly starting to burn to a light shade of pink. Jack mentally swore that he locked that door before going to shower!

With dread churning in his mind, he silently counted: one.

His eyes widened and felt the hair on his nape rise. He held his breath as her eyes scanned his body.

Two.

Perhaps, Elsa finally understood the situation as her face started to flush like his skin. He could feel blood pumping through his veins.

Three.

Jack noticed how her eyes lingered right below his abdominal area.

Four.

How long was she planning to stare at him?!

Five.

Slam!

It took a full five seconds for Elsa to scan and digest the sight of his body before running off and slamming the door shut. Jack stood stiff. The actor could easily swear something similar happened the night before. The night before, he noted how the actress tended to avoid or blatantly lie horribly when he teased her; or she didn't respond or react to the situation like a deer in the headlights.

However, today's accident even shell shocked him into silence; of all the days for him to discover that the door's lock was broken! Jack wiped away the excess of water off of his body and unlocked the door to his chambers. He quickly grabbed whatever he could: a black sweater and ripped jeans would do.

Jack awkwardly stepped out of his bedroom and looked around to find Elsa blankly sitting on the couch with a steep red face. Chance didn't offer the time for the words to rush out of his mouth as Elsa rose from the comfortable furniture. She exclaimed, "The door was open and I was only going to use the washroom. I swear I wasn't trying to be a peeping Tom! I am so dreadfully sorry!"

Jack quickly replied, "It wasn't your fault- or mine. I promise that I locked your side of the door before climbing in for a hot shower."

Elsa said, "It was open."

He scratched his temple and explained, "Yeah, I think the lock is broken."

She raised her brows and asked, "And you didn't know about it until today."

Jack shrugged and said, "Yeah, nobody told me and not a lot of people uses the guest room. I don't have guests often. My sister drops by from time to time for a quick stay. Benjamin also uses the room when his parents are out of the country for filming. I also admit that I don't spend most of my hours at home."

Elsa sighed and nodded in acceptance for his pitiful excuses while Jack quickly remembered that she was borrowing his shirt and shorts. He held back a smile as he found it amazing how his clothes snuggly hugged her body. Seeing her in this state was new and refreshing to see; he'd only seen her dressed in dresses and beautiful, brand clothes. Now she was perched on his couch like a little child; messy hair, jumpy, and no make up on her face.

Now that he thought of his past, his sister, her friends, and his friends always found it strange for Jack to like girls who didn't coat their faces with makeup. Yes, it definitely elevated their face, but in Jack's perspective, it was as if the girls were wearing masks. He also discovered how addictive cosmetic could be. Through his observation, he noticed how girls grew interested in make-up. First, they painted their faces with thick pastes of make up and it looked terrifyingly awful. Then they gained experience with the tools; yes, it highlighted their beauty, but what he hated is how they grew to believe how cosmetic was the only way to become beautiful.

Jack quickly added a sincere "Sorry."

Yeah, Elsa also looked much more beautiful without colours coating her visage. Her skin was clear, maybe she wasn't the type to apply tons of makeup. Jack noted another disgusting aspect of maquillage: there was a violent cycle. Women purchased them. Then they used them until it ran out. Then the customers would buy them again and again and again. Once they realized how dependent they were to the products, their skin were permanently damaged one way or another and they'd obviously use the products to cover the damage on their face.

Jack accepted that maquillage were needed time to time, but he didn't believe that it was healthy to apply make up daily. As an actor, he also had to use make up time to time- especially for television programs. It was a rare requirement for the criteria: only needed for television shows and photo shoots.

Suddenly, Elsa asked, "Do you have work this morning?"

He replied, "Yes, I do actually. I need to leave the house by 5:30 AM to get into the building in peace."

Next, Jack was pleasantly surprised as she showed her keen interest in his schedule; most of the women he's had relationships with almost hated his never-ending schedule- which occured nearly everyday. They always pointed out how he was excellent when it came to arranging his time for work, but he would rank highest when it came to organizing his time for those close to him; his relatives, family, and exes.

Elsa nodded her head as she could relate to his dilemmas as they shared each other's profession.

He asked, "Anyways why are you awake?"

Elsa's shot an irritated glare at Jack and said, "Because of an unsightly being I saw this morning."

Jack snorted and surprisingly found it amusing to watch Elsa's reaction. He found it more entertaining when he felt Elsa's blue eyes follow his back to the kitchen. Jack could tell that the professional actress was used to the concept of 'getting out of bed before the sun does'. However, he could also tell that she didn't enjoy the concept; she was undoubtedly grouchy in the morning- like his older sister, Emma.

Perhaps, he should brew another kind of tea- one that soothed the mind and the body. Yes, that would be perfect. A tea blend that would promote relaxation and decrease stress should be good for her.

Jack yawned again before digging through the cupboards. He scratched his head and searched for the perfect blend for her. To find the correct tea bag, he started to read the ingredients. He pushed the wrong blends aside until he found a package that caught his eyes: chamomile, lavender, rooibos, and lemongrass. They'd do the work. As for himself, he'd need something to kick his mind awake.

Sluggishly, he rummaged through the collection of teabags. He smiled when he found the packet he was searching for: a black tea seasoned with cinnamon, cayenne pepper, dandelion, and alfalfa. It would taste mildly sweet due to the cinnamon, however everything else would taste like a good wake-up call. It wouldn't taste delicious, but it would help him function throughout the day.

Bubbles gurgled as the water boiled steadily and white puffs of steam rose from the hot water. Then he opened his fridge to find them fully stocked and neatly organized on each rack. Fresh vegetables and varieties of fruits were stocked in the lower bunk while the second rack was arranged with two packs dozen eggs and other proteins. From the second rack, he pulled out two packages: a pack of medium thick slices of turkey breast and the other was medium thick slices of ham.

From the top rack, he pulled out the loaf of bread. He cut four slices off of the whole loaf and placed the remainder of the bread into the fridge. He buttered the skillet and placed the bread pieces on the heat- wait. He was subconsciously making Elsa's breakfast while making his own.

Did she eat breakfast? Or was she one of those pesky, diet-obsessed idols? Why can't all women just eat their breakfast in the morning? His sister did eat her breakfast from time to time, but she would also go on strange diets; ones that made no sense at all. There was the flexitarian diet and there was the ridiculous banana diet.

It would be extremely troublesome if Elsa didn't eat her primary meal...Jack stared at the bread getting grilled on the stove. He had the appetite to eat two sandwiches, but he didn't have the time to finish two sandwiches.

Jack frowned at the second problem erupting after five minutes from the first problem. The first problem was both of their fault... he honestly didn't know that the damn door was broken. Second was... his fault, unfortunately. He should have asked, but she should also eat breakfasts.

He asked, "Elsa, do you eat breakfast?"

Jack smirked when he saw Elsa rub her eyes as she dragged her feet lazily into the kitchen. Thankfully, she said, "Yeah."

He passed her the cup of tea and she was evidently exhausted as she didn't even bother to ask what it was- she just eagerly drank from the cup. However, she did "mhm" as she drank her tea; she liked it.

She peered behind his shoulders on the tip of her toes and asked, "What are you making? It smells good."

He responded, "I'm going to make two sandwiches."

Elsa commented, "You actually cook."

Jack answered, "That's what happens when you're a bachelor."

She said, "Most bachelors order take-outs for eat instant food."

Memories of his childhood flashed in his mind as Jack snatched up the hot bread off of the frying pan. Elsa attentively watched his expression change. Jack explained, "My parents were always busy because of their jobs."

Elsa exclaimed, "Oh right, they are both celebrities as well!"

For a flicker of a second, he remembered how he stood in front of the stove when he was little boy while his sister taught him how to make his own meals. When he turned his head to see her, she wore a mask of curiosity. He continued, "Because my sister was the older one, she always did the cooking for me, but I felt bad that she had to always take care of me... so I learned how to take care of myself."

Elsa noted, "You were always independent."

He faintly whispered, "I had to."

Elsa hesitated from diving more into his private life and simply asked, "Do you need help making those?"

Jack said, "Yeah, can you put some mayonnaise on the bread?"

She silently spread the white paste over each piece while Jack grilled the meat on the hot iron. Elsa asked, "What's next?"

Jack said, "Get the sliced tomato, lettuce, and onion out of the fridge, please."

He orderly placed the lettuce on the bread and gently tossed the meat on top of the lettice. Next he put on two slices of tomato for each sandwich and arranged the sliced onions into the sandwich.

Jack immediately sunk his teeth into the soft bread while walking out of the kitchen. He noticed another shadow follow after his steps and Elsa asked, "So what are you doing today?"

Jack waited until he finished chewing the mouthful and gulped the food down. He replied, "If I remember correctly, I am doing a live interview this morning. A quick interview about my fresh start as a model. You know the one for the advertisement I showed you last night. Then I got some photo shoots for the men health magazine before I go do my audition for a new drama series."

Elsa stared at his outfit and begged, "You better not be wearing that to your interview."

He laughed and replied, "Of course not! But I don't know what I am going to be wearing yet."

She asked, "What kind of a message do you want to send out to your fans?"

He raised his brows and tilted his head. "What do you mean by that?"

Elsa explained, "Do you want them to think that you're serious, childish, sexy, et cetera. In your advertisement, you sent out a message that the product made a man extremely appealing and attractive. So you wore very muscular colours to highlight how the product is for men. Then you wore a suit to make yourself look serious, high class, and sexy for women to look at. So what kind of a message are you trying to send out today?"

Jack blinked a few times at her explanation as he never thought of clothes in such depth. He only wore good clothes so that he would look good- but he never considered the colours, the materials like Elsa did. It was undoubtedly impressive and astonishing. He crossed his arms and though the question: What do I want my fans to think of me?

Elsa waited patiently for his answer as he frowned while he sought for the answer. Jack explained, "I guess, I want them to see me as an actor who is serious about his job, but I don't want them to think I am a workaholic. I don't want a rough exterior."

She asked, "Do you have any brown clothes? Brown is a friendly and approachable. It also sensual, sensitive and warm which offers security, comfort, and calmness. The colour also relates to the hardworking and those who are reliable. It should fit you well, especially with your light hair and your skin tone. "

Jack smiled and said, "Yeah, I do. I have a light brown and chocolate brown dress shirt and sweater."

Elsa nodded in approval and demanded, "Go where them and I'll see which one looks good on you."

Jack smirked and said, "Yes, ma'am."

He walked into his bedroom and opened his wardrobe. He scoured through the thick mass of clothes and pulled out the two specific dress shirts. He took turns wearing each dress shirt and Elsa claimed, "The darker shade suits you better. So what else are you going to wear with that shirt?"

Jack looked down at the ripped jeans he was wearing and concluded, "Definitely not jeans."

Elsa giggled and said, "Yeah, not those and you'll also need something to go with that shirt."

He scratched his head and said, "When I think of colour brown, it reminds me of fall and right now it's the season. Do you think colour red will go good with the brown shirt?"

She stared at the shirt and nonchalantly said, "Yeah, it will look good with brown."

Jack quickly said, "I'll be right back," before re-entering into his dark chambers and looped a half Windsor knot with the deep, rich, wine red tie around his neck.

He pulled the colours back down and independently chose a pair of tan coloured dress pants. Next he dressed himself with the new black trench coat. From the wooden cabinet, he pulled out an old, gold watch and a pair of black sun glasses. Jack kept coat open to show the vivid colour beneath the dark layer and he snapped the watch securely around his wrist.

When he exited his chambers, Elsa whistled and said, "You look quite handsome in that, better than last night."

Jack winked jokingly and said, "I've got a lot of responsibilities to take care of and looking dashing is one of them."

Elsa added, "You know how you played the Guardian of Winter?"

He curtly said, "Yes."

She complimented his choice of clothes further by saying, "Well, I think you can pull of as the Guardian of Autumn just as well."

Jack smiled and said, "I really need to start get going."

Elsa stretched her upper body and said, "And I'm going back to bed... and I will watch your interview later. What time will it be on?"

He grinned broadly from ear to ear and replied, "It will be on the television at 9:30 AM. Channel 14."

She followed after him as he walked to the garage door. She asked, "You aren't going to do anything to your hair?"

He answered, "My stylist will in charge of that and that's for helping me out this morning, but please do stay out of my showers."

Jack could see her cheeks redden again and her eyes lowering to the ground as she barked, "It was your door! It was broken! Not my fault!"

The actor smiled childishly and said, "I know."

He laughed as he put on his black motorcycle boots while Elsa didn't hesitate to smack his on his shoulder harshly. Jack tightly laced up his boots and stared at Elsa. He seriously stated, "I will check how it is outside this morning. If there aren't enough reporters out there, we can probably get you out of here the next day."

Elsa nodded her head and said, "Have a good day."

Jack smiled as it has been such a long time since anyone had bid him a good day. It felt good. It felt as most people said it, warm and fuzzy.

He unlocked the garage door and pulled the helmet from the rack which was nailed to the cemented wall. Jack snapped the buckle together beneath his chin as he mounted the motorcycle only to realize that he forgot his key in his house. Jack sighed before brazenly running back inside to snatch his keys in the small cabinet.

He remounted the bike and opened the garage door. He put his sunglass on and turned the engine. The engine roared furiously and vibrated beneath him with it's powerful motor. Already he could see two or three cameramen guarding the front gates and that was a heavenly number compared to ten to twenty people who barred he and Elsa in his home.

Tomorrow, he could probably help Elsa escape with the help of his brother-in-law although he wouldn't be too thrilled about waking early for his problems. However, he could always blame his son, Benjamin for starting the whole issue with his naughty prank.

Jack cranked the handle and kicked the side brake off of the ground. With a remote, he opened the gate to their surprise. They latched onto their devices and clicked on the button furiously to take snap shots of him. Jack ignored their fruitless work as he raced off down the road and turned around the corner.

He loved driving in the morning this early. He could easily miss the morning rush hour and during the morning, the autumn leaves would shower over him as he rushed through the empty streets. He loved how he cut through the air and how he caused the wind to make the crimson leaves cascade down like a snowflake. However, that wasn't the gem of the morning.

As he accelerated the speed down the streets, he could finally see the wonderful, warm, golden rays erupt from the earth. The beams of sun would ease the temperature from the frigid cold to the warm, cool weather. As the path was absolutely clear, Jack found himself standing in front of the building after parking his motorcycle in the company's basement garage. He entered the agency building he worked for and signed his name at the front desk.

The security lady called down his manager and in a minute or two, his manager, Spencer, stepped out of the elevator with a cup of coffee in his hand. Spencer was also dressed formally to look like a serious manager. Jack greeted, "Good morning."

Spencer replied, "Good morning."

The man sipped on his coffee and said, "Are you ready to go for the interview?"

Jack smiled, "Definitely."

Spencer said, "Well, let's take my car to the place."

He replied, "Yes, sir."

They stepped back into the elevator and pressed the 'B2' button. They climbed into Spencer's white Mazada6 as Spencer sat in the driver's seat while Jack sat next to him. Before Spencer started the engine, Jack asked, "Hey, where's the script for that audition?"

Spencer said, "Oh, that!," as he passed the thick manuscript to Jack.

Jack reviewed the pilot script and Jack commented, "I am never going to get over how crazy this character is."

His manager turned the gear and the car began to move forward. Jack rememorized every word, every emotion, every thought his character would have and he said, "I feel sympathy for this man."

Jack's manager said, "He's a complicated character, I admit."

Jack smirked and excitedly said, "This is going to be one hell of a kick-ass drama. I really want this role for myself."

Spencer gulped another mouthful of coffee and reassured Jack by saying, "You will. You always get the roles you want, because you always work your ass off to get it."

Jack tilted his head to glance at Spencer and said, "Nothing is free on this planet. Got to pay your time and money for food, bills, and roles."

Jack continued to go over the script while Spencer drove them to the recording studio. For the last ten minutes, Jack kept his eyes closed and rested peacefully.

He was shaken lightly by his manager as they reached their destination. Jack couldn't hold back a yawn as he walked into the building. As they joined other the other people in the elevator, Jack whispered, "Do I look okay?"

Spencer answered, "Yeah. You look great."

When the elevator doors slid open, Jack beamed a large smile. The newbie French actress, Larissa Hofmann, didn't hesitate to be the first person to greet him. She lightly kissed him on each cheeks and he recalled how French greeting required the formal la bise. Jack in return kissed Larissa's cheeks and she said, "Bonjour, Monsieur Jack. You look very handsome today."

The actor flashed his pearly white teeth and said, "So do you. You look outstanding in that dress and you already have your hair and make-up done."

The actress explained, "Oh non, it's not complete. My stylist wanted me to come early because it'd take a very long time for it to prep. We just need my skin to dry a bit."

Then Larissa turned her attention to Spencer and they also did the ritual; although their interaction was extremely brief. She began to talk to Jack again and said, "I really like your outfit, did you stylist choose it for you?"

Jack smiled silently as he remembered how it was Elsa who helped him choose what to wear. He slyly said, "You could say it was done by a professional."

Then Jack's hair stylist, Lisa Schuler, walked out of nowhere and pulled Jack away into his private room. Lisa hissed, "Don't spend your precious minutes flirting with women. You need to get your face done!"

Spencer joined them and he defended Jack, "Jack has more than enough time to get his hair done."

In silence, Jack sat on the chair while Lisa wrapped a cover over his body. Lisa dug her slender fingers through his coarse white hair and she pointed out, "Your hair has gotten very long."

Jack murmured, "Yeah, I noticed and I don't like it at all. It's a pain to manage it."

Spencer also commented, "It has been a while since you had this hair style and if you get that role for the drama, you will need a new look."

Lisa grinned happily at the news and asked, "Which role are you chasing after now?"

Jack smiled childishly and peered up into the woman's eyes and said, "Guess."

He noticed Spencer quietly slip out of the room while yawning.

How he loved that his stylist also found his guessing games entertaining as much as he did and the stylist asked, "Any hints?"

Lisa started to comb his long hair to one side and remained mute and Jack knew how the lady wouldn't guess until he provided some kind of bait for her to bite onto. Jack nonchalantly said, "An occupation most women are attracted to."

Jack knew that she was forming a list in her mind as she asked, "Can I cut your hair really short? You would look great, very masculine especially with that growing beard of yours."

He mussed his long, messy hair and sighed, "I personally may not like a very long hair, but it seems like my younger fans enjoy my long hair and it takes a really long time for me to grow them back. I'd prefer a medium length. Any guesses yet?"

Lisa clapped her hands together loudly and said, "James Dean!"

Jack frowned in confusion and said, "That's your guess...?"

Lisa giggled and said, "No, I'm still talking about your hair. You would look fabulous with a modern James Dean hair cut with your beard."

He smirked and said, "Workaholic. Show me a photo of the haircut."

Jack could hear her heels clicking away as she went to find one of her magazines and he laughed when he heard her shout, "Are you going to be a police officer?"

Damn, sharp woman. She's always good at guessing, he thought and he replied, "Not exactly. Somewhere on the lines. My character is strangely unique and an extreme workaholic. He juggles two jobs. One of his jobs is something like a detective, but he seems to like working alone although a lot of people support him."

Spencer returned to the room and Jack motioned the man closer. Jack asked, "Can you bring me my script please?"

His manager smiled cheerily and brought his script over and Jack read the lines and wondered what kind of facial expressions and emotions he would use during the audition. He stretched his limbs as Lisa also brought him her magazine and she teased, "And you call me the workaholic. And here is the new haircut."

Jack looked at the photo and the male model did have a similar frame as he did so he could understand why Lisa selected the hair cut and he also found the look appealing. Jack said, "Yeah, that's a great choice. I'd love that."

Lisa looked greatly pleased and said, "Of course and I am really going to have to trim your stubble. And-"

Jack frowned again and said, "There's another 'and'?"

His stylist frowned back and him and said, "Jack, how many men do you see in the streets with white hair, and don't you dare compare yourself to a grandfather."

Jack smirked and said, "Hey, grandfathers are dashing men too you know. No discrimination."

Lisa argued, "Except you are no where near their age and your role as Jack Frost is over and your original hair colour is sprouting back, I can see brown hair near your roots. I am going to dye your hair into light blond so when your brown hair returns, it will match each other."

Jack sighed and knew that she would do whatever she wanted to do even if he argued with her until noon. Jack gave up and said, "You better not make me regret it."

Lisa grinned confidently and said, "Darling, did I ever make you regret anything?"

Jack smirked and said, "No, you have not."

Jack kept on rereading his scripts until the cameramen entered his room and said, "Mr. Pine, we will do a few runs after you and Larissa are ready."

Jack replied, "That would be great, thank you."

Silently, everyone in the building got themselves prepared and when it was time for people to dress, somebody asked, "Mr. Pine, will you be changing your outfit?"

He smiled softly and answered, "Definitely not. Let's get the show started."

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, you guys will get small pieces of his day along with Elsa's. It should be quite fun to write and because I missed you guys. I want to give a reply to a few of your reviews. Thank you for all the votes and I am putting them into consideration.

A few info about the drama: Elsa will be one of his bosses because Jack's character will be juggling two majors jobs- doctor and detective. You will have to see how it plays out. And I am actually pleasantly surprised to see how you guys want to see him as a mean ass- it will be so fun for me to write out his new character.

BEASBeth: The drama won't be the whole picture of the fiction- it will be a tool to make it more fun to see the characters work professionally and it will be used to bring all the characters closer.

AurelianRebels: I can only mention my fictions because the other fictions don't belong to me. Legally and morally, I am not to use the works of other established writers without their permission. New info: you actually can't copy and paste other people's work, it's actually blocked. I can only do mine and it would be a real chore for me write out other people's work word by word. So yeah :/

Madama Skye: Thank you! :)

Once again, thank you for reading and for all of your supportive reviews :)