A/N: Sooo, I realize this is coming along slower than anticipated and fiiine, I am actually sorry for that. I don't mean to take so long to get these out but it happens. And I have a LOT of excuses that none of ya's wanna know.

HOWEVER! All of your reviews really help me write. It gives me a sense of purpose and ~sigh~ I'm a total sucker for your comments. My tummy goes all fluttery and I feel so happy and ~sappy smoopy feels go here~

WARNING: Sexual situations and triggering descriptions of depression.

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Chapter 10

"Ok, so, we need to figure out the situation from your dream last night." Derek mumbled as he took the steps up to the kitchen two at a time.

"Yeah. I still don't think it was a dream though." Stiles replied and climbed off the bed to follow him.

Since the power had been turned back on it was warmer in the house and the floor didn't sting his feet with cold as much. Though he still needed a blanket and shivered once he was seated in a chair at the table, watching Derek pull things out of the freezer and beginning to put them into the fridge again.

"What do you want to call it then? A vision?"

"Hmm, nah, let's just stick with dream even though it was clearly not a creation of my subconscious."

"It could be though." Derek said as he put the last steak aside before shutting the freezer door.

"Nope. Dreams are created from images you've seen in your life. Every single person you meet in a dream you have come across in real life even if for only a second." Stiles taps his temple. "It's all stored in here even if you don't remember it. Now this thing that I spoke with last night I have definitely never seen before 'cause I would definitely remember something that hideous."

"What if it was from one of those movies or comic books you like so much?"

Stiles sighed and shook his head again. "I have pretty good recall. Now, I am absolutely positive that what I saw last night was the Zud-thingy. I'm just not sure where it is or how it got here or why it visited me. What I am sure about was that it was looking at a marked up map of Beacon Hills and that it wanted to kill all of us."

Derek nodded and clicked the burner on, settling the pan over the flame before flicking his gaze back over to Stiles, telling him to continue since he'd paused.

Stiles thought back onto what he'd seen and tried to recall what exactly was on the map he'd seen. He'd been in such a panic that he hadn't really paid much attention to it but he'd gotten a quick look. Now just to focus on that memory.

"Ok…" Stiles held up his hands as if trying to grasp something. "The thing had been crouched over a map and it was frozen to the ground. It was like…covered in a layer of ice or something except…except for one spot. It looked like a piece of the map was thawed but only in one spot."

"If I gave you a map could you recreate what you saw?" Derek asked before slicing open the meat packaging with a claw and tossing it onto the pan, licking his bloodied fingers afterwards.

"Ah, ew. You'd better wash your mouth out before you kiss me." Stiles commented and caught the answering smirk. "Ok, you're right. I probably won't care. Not the point! That was a gross werewolfy thing. As for the map, I'm sure that if I saw it the memory would be stronger so…maybe?" Stiles shrugged.

Derek grunted in way of answer and concentrated on cooking the meat. Stiles' stomach rumbled loudly as the scent of the steak drifted through the kitchen. Derek cast a quick glance his way with a raised eyebrow but Stiles just waved him off and covered his stomach as if that'd quick the loud gurgling.

"Want some?"

"You willing to share?"

"I might be."

"Ah, light banter. Look at us! All couple-y in the kitchen." Stiles cooed sarcastically before getting up to grab the bread and butter from the fridge. "I'm just kidding. Don't get your tail in a knot." Stiles joked, patting Derek on the back as he passed him on his way to the toaster.

"Dog jokes." Derek mumbled and decidedly ignored the grin aimed his way.

"I've got a plethora of them ever since Scott was turned."

Derek didn't say anything, not wanting to encourage him, and flipped the steak over as Stiles popped two slices of bread into the toaster and clicked the lever down, setting the heat controls onto light.

"No wonder they burned my toast yesterday. This thing was set to char." Stiles mumbled and grabbed a knife from the drawer beside him.

The steak sizzled in the momentary silence while they both waited for their food to be done. They'd grown so used to the sound of the storm that the howl of the wind and driving sleet crashing against the building was just background noise. It wasn't uncomfortable though and Stiles got to ogle Derek's muscular, naked back in the florescent light until the popping of the toaster startled him.

"Holy shh….naynay." Stiles bit off his curse and righted himself from his startled pose of hands up in a chopping motion, standing on one leg.

Derek looked at him with amusement and plucked a plate from the clean pile beside the sink. The sight of the sizzling steak being laid out onto the plate had Stiles' mouth watering and stomach grumbling. Quickly he scooped a clump of butter onto his toast and spread it before stuffing a bite into his mouth to stifle the growling. While he munched on several bites of toast he butters his other slice and carried his plate over to the table where Derek was now seated.

"So, what did this thing look like?" Derek asked before stuffing a bite of steak into his mouth.

"Uh, well…" Stiles mumbled around a bite of toast, trying not to spit crumbs. "It was creepy as hell. It was covered by a white fur coat or blanket or skin or something. When it turned to me its face was all withered and looked like really aged leather. Its mouth only had a couple rotten teeth and the tongue was a really odd blue color." Stiles paused to crunch on more toast until that slice was gone and he picked up his next one. "The eyes were the weirdest part though. They were a solid blue color but it looked like cracked glass and the cracks were black. It was seriously some of the creepiest shit I've ever seen."

Derek nodded as he chewed on his steak. He seemed deep in thought as he cut the steak left on his plate in half and set it onto Stiles' plate who froze with the last half slice of toast half-way to his mouth.

"I was kidding about sharing. You don't have to."

"Do you not want it?" Derek asked and reached back over with his fork but Stiles karate chopped the air in front of it.

"I didn't say that." Stiles grinned and shoved the last bit of his toast into his mouth as he stared at the juicy, slightly pink steak.

"Last night you said that it'd spoken to you about Beacon Hills; that it told you everyone was going to die. Did it say how?"

"It just said it was going to cleanse this land and bury it. Judging by the storm I'd say the burying part is already under way."

Stiles looked at the uncovered window covered in a layer of white and sighed, picking up his steak with his fingers since he didn't want to get up to get a fork. Derek stared at him as he bit a huge chunk off and chewed with relish.

"There are forks you know."

Stiles shrugged and chewed and swallowed before answering. "I don't want to get up and my fingers are already all buttery." He tore off another huge chunk and moaned a little as he tasted meat again for the first time in months.

Derek didn't push him to get one and just put another bite into his mouth. "And you said I was the dog."

Stiles huffed a laugh around his bite. "I think your humor is under appreciated. You're a comedian dude."

"I'm a riot."

Of course that line just had to be delivered with a deadpan face and Stiles burst out laughing, tipping his head back in his enthusiasm. Derek simply stared at him, face straight except for the amusement dancing in his eyes. It took a bit before Stiles was letting out soft giggles and wiping moisture from his eyes.

"Funny man." Stiles chuckled and took another bite, still letting out a laugh here and there as he chewed.

"Now, I have a map of Beacon Hills downstairs in a drawer of the desk. I'll let you use that as a reference. Just don't draw on it, ok?"

"Yeah, sure." Stiles waved away his concern, still smiling.

Derek finished before Stiles did and just watched him eat. Stiles was still unnaturally pale and thin but there was a small flush on his cheeks and neck that undoubtedly spread to his chest. He was also smiling and talking way more than two days ago so Derek took that as an accomplishment.

"You seem better." Derek said before he thought better of it.

Stiles froze as he chewed and stared at his steak for a second before swallowing and looking up at him. The smell of distress scented the air and Derek immediately regretted his reckless words. Yet before he could speak Stiles was opening his mouth.

"Ah, yeah. I feel…better I guess. I mean I'm definitely not 100% or even 50% and I'm definitely going to have relapses but…I don't feel…hopeless anymore." Stiles paused and stared at Derek with a soft, sad expression. "Thanks by the way."

The tension that had rocketed through Derek's body slowly receded a little and Derek nodded. "If you need to…talk or anything, I'll listen…or whatever."

Stiles gave a small huff of a laugh and shook his head. "As eloquent as ever." He mumbled before taking another bite of the steak.

They sat in silence while Stiles finished the last couple of bites and licked his fingers free of the juices. Together they do the dishes and clean up what little mess they've made before climbing back down the stairs to the desk. From the last drawer on the left Derek pulls out and unfolds a large map of Beacon Hills that already has little markings on it that Stiles can recognize from previous crisis they'd managed to resolve. The location of the Nemeton was circled with a red marker and there were several other black x's that marked victims of the sacrifices. Some scribbled notes in pencil outlined the maps borders but Stiles didn't bother reading all of them and stared at it as he tried to recall his 'dream'.

"Ok, the Nemeton hadn't been circled on the map so I'm going to ignore that. Can you hand me a blank sheet of paper?" Stiles asked as he stared hard at the map, trying to figure out which side was up in his 'dream'.

Derek slid a sheet of paper from his draw and handed it to Stiles, watching as he circled the map.

"Hmm, there was a large, red, curving line running through the map and the thawed bit was towards the lower left. I think the red line was a stream or something."

Derek leaned over the map and pointed at several curving, blue lines. "These are all the streams or rivers but they're all either in the preserve or woods. None of them run all the way through the map."

"Yeah and there are only a couple canal bridges but those don't run through town either." Stiles mumbled and put this thumbnail between his front teeth as he thought through the 'dream'.

"Was there any other remarkable landmark on the map that stood out to you? A darker spot in one area indicating a clustering of something?"

"Mm, kind of? In the upper right corner where just a bunch of black squiggly lines that I think indicated elevation levels and down in the lower left were more black lines but I don't think those were elevation levels."

"So a mountain range in the upper right and something in the lower left."

Stiles circled the map looking for these markings but frankly it made little sense to him.

"I was looking at the map from more of an aerial view since it was smaller. Maybe if I were to get higher I'd be able to figure it out."

Stiles grabbed for a chair but Derek simply lifted the map and settled it down on to the floor in front of the desk.

"That works too. Now, let's see what we've got."

The view was definitely better. Stiles could now clearly see the difference between the wooded areas and the city areas. As he stared at the city areas he paused and frowned at it, looking hard at all the lines. A particular one caught his eye.

"Hey, what's this line here?" he asked, pointing towards a rather larger line that squiggled its way across the map.

"That's the main road that leads through Beacon Hills."

"Main street. Of course! It wasn't a stream, it was a street!" Stiles gasped with a smile of triumph.

Quickly Stiles walked around the map until it was technically right side up, the name of the town written on the bottom of the page.

"Here," Stiles pointed at the upper right corner, "is where the elevation is. It's the mountains above the preserve. And down here," Stiles trailed his finger down until he got to the lower left, "is where all the warehouses are in town. This is where I saw the thawed area."

Stiles took the sheet of paper he'd been handed earlier and tore the corner off, placing it where the thawed circle had been and stood up.

"Those are all storage sheds. Why was it marked?"

Stiles shook his head. "I have no idea. You think that's where it might be?"

Derek shrugged.

"Great. Well, at least it's a lead. As soon as Scott and Isaac get back with Deaton we'll relay this to them. Maybe Deaton can make more sense of that 'dream' I had."

Again Derek shrugged and Stiles just sighed and stared some more at the map. In his dream the ice had covered everything but that one place. Did that mean that in that one spot there wasn't any ice either?

"Dude, what if there's no snow or ice or anything in this spot either? Like, what if the map I saw is exactly like the storm now. Everything else is covered in snow but here." He taps the white piece of paper.

"That may be true. Then again it might not be. What did the environment seem like in your dream?"

"White and empty. There wasn't a single sound but it was cold and the wind was blowing really hard and I couldn't see barely anything until I stumbled upon that crazy guy. I was also naked." Stiles added the last bit as an afterthought.

"Why were you naked?"

Stiles scoffed. "I don't know! Maybe because I wasn't dressed in the real world?" Stiles offers.

"That actually makes sense."

There was another really long silence of the both of them just staring at the map before Stiles looked up at Derek on the other side of the map.

"When do you think the others will be back?"

Derek looked up at him. "Probably either sometime this evening or tomorrow morning. It'll be too cold at night to transfer Deaton over here in the storm."

Stiles nodded. "What should we do until then?"

Derek's eyes narrowed but it wasn't a mean thing. More like he was thinking about where this conversation could possibly be going.

"Whatever we want to I guess. You should probably try and make a rendition of that creature you saw so we have a vague idea of what it looks like."

"Yeaaah, totally not where I was going with this but it's a good idea…if I had even an iota of artistic value." Stiles said and flopped his hands up into the air then back down to his thighs in a resigned manner.

"Just try. I'm not asking for exact detail but the best you can do."

"Ok, I'll try." Stiles sighed and rolls his head on his neck. "This is totally not going to end well."

Derek disappeared through the hole in the wall beside the bathroom and Stiles sighed before picking up his torn sheet of paper and sat in his usual chair at the desk. Pulling open the top drawer he rummaged around for a bit before he managed to locate a pencil amongst the random papers. Derek sure had a lot of papers for someone who was more action based.

Recalling the creature from his 'dream' Stiles began sketching out a figure that vaguely resembled the creature. The face was first since it was the most prominent and he decided to draw it with the mouth open since he thought the teeth were a sure way of identifying it. Next he scribbled out the wrinkly outline of the face before shading the eyes. He made sure to add the cracks as best he could. The fur covering was just a mess of jagged edges in the resemblance of the creature's body. He added as much detail as he could remember to the best of ability but even after an hour of work it still looked like a 3rd grader's bad attempt at their worst nightmare.

"Ok, it's done." He called out to Derek as he held it up to inspect his work.

Derek came through the hole in the wall all sweaty. The shirt he'd thrown on when he'd got out of bed had been removed and Stiles couldn't help but watch a delicious bead of sweat as it rolled down his chest and across his abs. The jerking of the paper in his hands pulled his gaze back up to Derek and he let go of it so he could see.

"This thing looks ridiculous."

"I told you, did I not?" Stiles said and leaned back, pulling the slipping blanket back over his naked shoulders.

"Yes you did." Derek confirmed as he continued to stare at the monstrosity.

Stiles fidgeted as Derek continued to scrutinize his work until finally he couldn't bear the condescending look any longer and snatched the paper back.

"Well sorry my artistic skills aren't up to par. I'll have to work on that sometimes." He paused and stared at Derek. "Maybe with you as my muse." He smirked.

Derek rolled his eyes and turned his back, which Stiles promptly stared and ogled at, and walked to the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door after him since it was broken anyways and Stiles couldn't help but stand, debating on whether or not to follow. The sound of the shower starting convinced him that yes he definitely needed to be there. Quickly he scurried around the map with the blanket clutched to him until he stood in front of the bathroom door. Derek had already stripped himself of his pants and stood there in front of the shower, waiting for it to heat up. Derek cast a glance back at Stiles but didn't say anything as he climbed in, disappearing behind the shower curtain.

"You're a fucking tease." Stiles muttered as he took one step into the bathroom.

Derek's head peeked around the shower curtain and that was it. Stiles let the blanket drop and quickly walked over to the shower, tugging back the curtain so he could watch the steaming water cascade over Derek's smooth skin and tight muscles. There was a small smirk gracing his lips and he looked positively amused and Stiles raised an eyebrow, a smirk of his own decorating his face as he stepped into the shower with him, tugging the curtain back into place. With his back turned to close the curtain a warm body pressed against his back and Stiles shivered.

"Definitely a tease." He said a little breathlessly.

"You didn't get to cum yesterday."

"Which I'm hoping you'll remedy today. Like, now."

There was a growl and the chest against his back rumbled. The sound and feeling had a spike of arousal shooting through his body, sending his blood racing south. Slowly, cautiously, he pressed his body backwards. Derek's legs fit against his and Stiles could feel the outline of his dick pressed against the crevice of his ass right at his tailbone. The feeling made him shiver and bite his lip on a breathy moan. Water rolled off Derek's body and wet his own, bathing him in warmth. Reaching back with his hands he gripped Derek's thighs and leaned his head back against his shoulder. Immediately Derek dipped his head down and pressed his nose into the space between the back of his ear and his hair, nosing down this throat to his shoulder.

"Derek." The name came out breathy with a bitten off moan at the end and Derek answered with a growl against his shoulder, teeth barely nipping at the skin. "Come on. Touch me. Please?" The 'please' was tacked on as an afterthought, giving him a choice.

Hands slid from where they rested at his sides to Stiles' hips, fingers stroking the soft skin along his hip bones and up along his sides. Goosebumps rose on his skin and Stiles shivered. Those hot fingers ran up and down his sides for a second before burning palms slid across his belly and strong arms pulled him back into an embrace. Stiles panted heavily at the heady feeling, his dick stirring between his thighs but he liked the slow pace and didn't press for more.

Derek slid his hands up Stiles' stomach to his chest and let his fingers smooth along his skin until they ran over the hardened nubs of his nipples. The hitch of Stiles' breath and the high pitched keen from his throat made Derek press open mouthed kisses and hot licks along the exposed expanse of throat. His fingers gently pinched and rolled each nub slowly, drawing out each stroke. Stiles seemed to like it when he pinched harder and every so often he'd give a harsh squeeze just to hear that soft whimper and feel the writhing of his body against his own.

Stiles' body was buzzing with arousal and his dick had completely filled with blood. It stood at full attention and ached with neglect but he didn't dare to touch it in fear of cumming too quickly. He could feel Derek's dick growing against his ass and he would occasionally press his hips back just to feel it twitch against his skin. When he felt Derek's teeth scrape along his throat his hands tightened on Derek's thighs and he let out a whimper, a fresh burst of arousal making his dick drip with precum that was immediately washed away by the water. The fingers on his nipples were so soft, gently rubbing over them just hard enough for little jolts of sensation to be sent through his body. Then those fingers would pinch hard and he'd keen and writhe against Derek's body, the sensation was so good.

"Derek, ngh! Derek!" he chanted a litany of Derek's name over and over.

Derek growled louder than before at his name. "Stiles."

Stiles began pushing his hips back against Derek's fully erect cock, rubbing up and down in what was hopefully a pleasurable manner. From Derek's responding thrusts he took that as his efforts weren't wasted. Suddenly those questing, pleasurable fingers were moving away from his chest and gripped around his waist, pushing his body forward.

"Nh! Derek, no!" he gasped, scrabbling to get back to Derek's body.

"Put your hands on the wall and push your ass towards me." Derek commanded, his voice all growly.

Immediately Stiles did as he was told. The tile was cold against his palms since the hot water wasn't hitting it and he spread his legs as far as they'd go in the tub, pushing his waist back to present Derek with his ass. He looked over his shoulder so he could watch Derek and the sight presented to him made him gasp loudly before moaning like a wanton whore. Derek's dick was big…well, more like huge and hard and looked absolutely delicious. Which it was. Stiles smirked as he recalled this morning.

Derek's eyes were trained intently on him and his hot gaze made Stiles shiver. He felt so exposed but it was one of the best feelings ever. His bandages had yet to get wet, thankfully, and the pain he felt as the pressed against the wall simply sharpened the other senses. Derek continued to stare for a bit longer until Stiles whined and wriggled his hips, trying to get some stimulation to his aching cock. Finally Derek stepped forward until his dick gently touched against his thigh.

"Come on tease!" Stiles whined and his plea echoed off the walls around them enticingly.

Derek simply ran his palms over the swell of Stiles' ass and gently kneaded the firm flesh. His fingers dug in and his thumbs parted his cheeks wider until Derek could see his tight entrance which twitched under his gaze. Gently, almost too gently, Derek ran his thumb over his pucker and the unexpected sensation made Stiles jerk his hips and moan loudly. He pressed a little harder and the reaction he got was greater. Stiles pushed his hips backwards against Derek's thumb until he managed to push just the tip of the thumb into him and he groaned loudly, hanging his head between his arms.

"D-Derek. Are you going to do it?" his voice was rough and his breath was coming fast.

"Do you really want it here and now?"

Stiles bit his lip and forced his hazy mind to focus for a second as he thought through what was happening. Finally he let out a gust of air.

"Not yet. I mean, I really really want it but…not as things are now."

Derek smoothed a hand soothingly over his back and Stiles sighed at the contact.

"We can wait until all this is over and you're more yourself." Derek rumbled and leaned over Stiles' back to press his lips gently against his spine, trailing up to his neck and sucking a dark hickey between his neck and shoulder.

"Ok." Stiles moaned and jolted when Derek pulled his thumb out. "I still want your fingers in me though! At least give me that!"

Derek pulled himself upright again so he could see where his finger connected to Stiles body and gently prodded his tight hole with his fingertip.

"I can give you that much."

Derek gently ran his finger around Stiles' hole, teasing and pressing until the muscle relaxed a little before pushing in just a bit. The muscle fluttered around it, tightening almost painfully before loosening to accept him. Derek ground his dick against Stiles' inner thigh and when Stiles gripped him tight with his thighs he growled long and deep, pressing his finger in deeper. Stiles moaned and pushed back a little, sucking Derek's finger in slowly.

Derek's dick was pressed up against Stiles' balls and the underside of his cock and he gave an experimental thrust. The results were more than pleasing as Stiles gripped tighter and started to move almost unconsciously back onto his finger then forward to rub against his cock. Derek thrust longer and harder as his finger rocked in and out. Soon Stiles was loose enough that he could press his second finger against the muscle and it would part to accept it as well, though it was still quite tight. Stiles was hot and smooth inside, the walls clamping and fluttering around his fingers. He was still clean from how little he'd been eating and he was glad for at least that much.

"Derek! Need to cum!" Stiles moaned loudly and Derek's attention was pulled away from his ass to his face and he was simply enraptured.

Stiles' cheeks were flushed a deep pink and his lips were parted and shiny with spit. His bottom lip would occasionally be sucked between his teeth and gnawed on, making it redder and more swollen. Those amber eyes were shut and his eyebrows drawn up in pleasure, his eyelashes long and sweeping over his cheekbones. Water ran down the side of his cheek and Derek couldn't help but lean over to catch that salty sweet droplet on his tongue. Stiles opened his eyes and stared at Derek with half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. The amber was a thin ring around his pupil that had expanded with lust and arousal.

When Derek reached around Stiles' hip with his free hand to grasp his hot erection he could feel the slickness of precum dripping from the tip and down his shaft. Arousal swept through Derek again, making his own dick weep and thrust hard against Stiles. His fingers pumped in and out of his hole with no problem now, having loosened him by scissoring over and over inside him. Stiles was trembling in his arms and he could feel himself growing close, they both were.

"Stiles." Derek growled before he began to cum, his cock pulsing between Stiles' tight, wet thighs and drenching Stiles' cock.

"Derek!" Stiles cried loudly and Derek watched with bliss clouded eyes as Stiles clenched his eyes tight and his mouth opened wide in a shout as he came.

Burning hot liquid drenched his hand and his ass clenched around his fingers as Stiles came. The whole thing made a fresh wave of arousal burst through him and he had to shove it down since a werewolf refractory period is much shorter than a humans. Stiles' legs trembled and Derek carefully pulled his fingers free which made Stiles groan and clutched him around the middle to keep him upright. Cum stained Stile's front and the scent was heady and permeated the air. Derek rubbed it into Stiles' skin before he realized what he was doing and slowly backed them both into the water. Stiles shivered as the water ran over his sensitive skin but soon relaxed into Derek's arms.

"That was amazing." He whispered, eyes still closed as he rode out the tail end of his high.

"Mhm." Derek agreed with minimalistic sounds and pressed his face against Stiles' hair.

"When we actually do it we'll be in bed and no one is going to bug us and there won't be some creepy supernatural dude trying to kill us…again. There'll be lube and condoms…wait, do werewolves need condoms? You guys can't even catch human diseases so I guess they'd be kinda useless. Then again if you really want to use them then I guess we could but we'll definitely do it bareback. That'll be great. Also, toys…"

"Stiles, shut up."

Derek sounded all growly but in fact he was smiling secretly into Stiles' hair at the prospect of getting Stiles into his bed and deflowering him thoroughly. The thought of Stiles' virgin ass all spread out had his arousal rearing its head once more but again he shoved it down and simply help Stiles for a bit longer. As soon as Stiles began shifting restlessly in his arms he loosened his arms and allowed Stiles to move on his own. Stiles twisted around in his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down. He went willingly and pressed his lips to Stiles' oh so soft ones. The kiss was chaste and slow and filled with things neither of them could say yet.

"We should do that more often." Stiles sighed.

"Get each other off or kiss?"

Stiles chuckled. "I meant kiss but definitely the other one too."

Derek nodded in agreement. "Now for the actual shower."

Stiles laughed and managed to snag the soap before Derek and proceeded to rub him down.

(By the way, toasters are notorious ninjas and I often counter-act their stealthy surprises with battle poses just like Stiles)

A/N: I'm not even kidding. Toasters are pure, humiliating evil. I like toast but I hate toasters. I like cinnamon sugar toast…yummy. And shower sexy times…even yummier!

To those of you who like my story Tell Me So! Otherwise I'll have NOOO idea! If you wanna say something SAY IT! …please… Thank You!

Again, the next update might take a bit but I swear I have a legitimate reason/excuse. ~hearts~