A/N: Hello, hello, helloooo, how are you, everyone? You thought I had forgotten you? Nope, not gonna happen, another chapter is here, dedicated with much love to all of you who read and wish for more chapters :) Hope you'll like it, guys :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dead Poets Society characters in any way

"Every real story is a never ending story."

(Michael Ende, The Neverending Story)

Pitts's POV

It was already pretty late when we made our way back to the dorms, although the city's streets were still full of life and people taking a stroll and having fun with friends or loved ones. It was a heartwarming sight, especially in comparison to Welton, where we had very limited time to go visit the town; not to mention that we had this stupid curfew that forced us to return to school early. I really had the impression I was starting to escape the bubble I was raised into, the bubble of high society where I had to be the dutiful son, my father's successor, with my whole life planned long before I could speak. The Dead Poets Society, leaving home, choosing a major that was different to my father's job, it was all a way to grow up and find my own place in the world.

All world's a stage, I remembered the Shakespeare quote that Nellie had chosen as a personal verse and I had to admit she was right. In this damn society we were born into, it seemed that we had a role to play, a role someone else had chosen for us according to certain standards and expectations. It was only in our hands to have the power to resist…or at least try and, even if the battle was lost, to think that at least you gave your effort and that you lost with your personality intact and with your head held high. To have the power to follow your dream even for a while…like Neil, who proceeded with acting despite everyone's objections…like Todd on that infamous day when he stood on his desk to properly farewell Mr. Keating…like Charlie, who refused to sign the paper that would make Mr. Keating lose his job…like all of us here, in Yale, studying the subjects we loved…like Knox, who dared confess his feelings to the girl he loved at school even though the outcome was uncertain.

This last thought made me leave a soft sigh and throw a side glance towards Nellie, who was currently laughing with Virginia, carefree and cheerful like a normal birthday girl, completely unaware of the emotional mess I was currently facing. Ever since today's shattering, altering, terrifying discovery that put everything in a new balance and gave me the impression I was walking on very thin ice, I tried to behave as normally as possible, concealing the wild dance my thoughts were currently having in my mind; I was smiling and laughing as if everything was ordinary. And, thank God and all the Dead Poets, no one had noticed anything, not even my perceptive best friend; which was an achievement on its own, because surely he'd pester me with questions in order to find out what was going on with me.

When we arrived at the dorms, though, I realized that, maybe, one of them had perhaps suspected something. Just when Meeks and I were ready to say our goodnights and wish Nellie to have many more happy birthdays, Virginia lightly tapped my shoulder to get my attention. I turned towards her and gasped when I saw her small, sly smirk she was attempting to hide; a concerning fact because Virginia's sly smirks indicated that she wouldn't leave me alone until I told her whatever she wanted to learn.

"Would you mind staying for a while, Pitts? I really need to ask you something that can't wait for tomorrow," she wanted to know and Meeks immediately turned towards us, his curiousness once more awakening; seriously, couldn't this guy suppress his thirst for knowledge for once? Before I could even give her a reply, the blonde addressed Nellie next, who hadn't reacted as curiously as my buddy and was simply smiling, holding her bag with our birthday presents in her hand. "Nellie, do you mind going alone upstairs? I won't be late, I promise."

"Of course, Ginny, no problem." Nellie assured her and proceeded to give me a tight hug for goodnight while rubbing my shoulder. "Thanks for the book again, it was the best gift you could give me," she whispered in my ear, her words soft like a light breeze that made me shudder pleasantly. No matter the new feelings that didn't allow me to rest, I was happy that she liked the present I gave her and I was genuinely curious to talk with her about the poems I had chosen and to learn which ones she liked more.

"Happy birthday again, Nellie," I wished her and watched her as she said goodnight to Meeks and entered the four-store building housing some of the girls dormitories.

"So, I'll leave you two to chat, then. See you tomorrow, Virginia."

"Good night, Stevie, try not to dream about Einstein's theories tonight."

I couldn't help but laugh loudly as Virginia and Meeks teased each other, my best friend playfully pushing the blonde. These two were truly making an amazing team and they were able to bring laughter and joy even in the darkest days with their jokes; something that was substantial given the fact that both Nellie and me had a tendency to think about our decisions twice and thrice and often had some moments of reflection and melancholy. Watching them so carefree, though, made me sigh again because today's feeling returned tenfold and thousands of different thoughts, dilemmas and scenarios invaded my mind…I had made everything much more complicated and I was seriously scared of how things would proceed from now on.

You know how things will proceed from now on, I mentally scolded myself; seriously, it was bad enough that I had thrown myself in such a turmoil, Nellie didn't deserve to get thrown into it as well. You'll simply hide everything so no one will suspect anything…you'll remain the good friend for her, you won't confuse her at all, you won't make things awkward between you two.

"Hey, no need to look so moody, Pittsie, I'm sure Virginia doesn't bite!" Meeks chuckled upon seeing my troubled expression, interpreting it as worry for what she wanted to tell me. "Just don't be late, otherwise Mr. Harris will yell at you for two days."

"I'll keep that in mind, see you in a few minutes." I replied and forced myself to smile as my best friend headed towards our dorm.

When Virginia and me were left alone, I stayed silent, wanting her to speak first. It seemed that she really enjoyed this mystery she had created by asking me to stay behind, for she didn't begin at once and simply stared at me as if I had made a very interesting overthrown in her everyday life, still with that smirk that was amusing and irritating at the same time. I tried to ignore it and simply looked around the silent campus that was bathed in darkness, with only a few lamps here and there breaking the dark and making the scenery look as if it belonged to a story and not in the real world.

"Soooooo…," Virginia finally started, intentionally dragging the 'o' to make her point clear, amusement and teasing clear in her girlish voice, "a surprise for someone special, hm? I should have guessed who said surprise was for from the beginning."

Of course she would make the connection, she wasn't stupid. Seeing me that day exiting the photocopier room of the library and listening to me talking about how I was preparing a secret surprise for a special someone, plus Nellie's birthday didn't give much room for misinterpretations. Nellie had surely told her that my gift was a book of poems, meaning that it wouldn't be hard for Virginia to make the connections…and possibly jump to quick conclusions too.

Thinking of it, maybe her conclusions weren't so quick and wrong, given the mess I had created in my mind…but that didn't mean I could simply confirm her suspicions, right?

"Well, Nellie is a special someone, Virginia; a very special friend who has helped me countless times already. And since it's her birthday I wanted to…to show it to her somehow."

"'A very special friend', uh-huh, is that how people call it these days?" Virginia commented with a chuckle that was followed by a wink. "So you mean that a book of poems is your trademark gift to all of your…special friends?"

"Can't tell you…you two are practically the first girls I have as friends." I answered and I could bet that my face resembled a tomato by now. But I stood my ground, not because I was afraid of Virginia's jokes—funny and teasing she might be, but she would never laugh at anyone over such an issue—but because I still hadn't fully grasped what was happening to me myself. "And because Nellie loves poetry and literature, I had thought…"

All my shyness and inexperience with such feelings struck again and I couldn't even finish my own sentence as I rubbed the back of my neck. I really wished I could talk to Knox right now, ask him details about that infamous semester in Welton because, no matter his despair and fears, he had found the courage to act on his feelings. But, thank God, Virginia's next words calmed me down and the seriousness in her voice was a great help because it meant that she wasn't just teasing me.

"Relax, Pitts, relax, you don't have to apologize about anything, I'm sorry if I put you in a difficult position. Don't worry, Nellie loved your gift and I agree with you, you two seem to really help and balance each other, so of course she is a special friend to you," she smiled gently and I felt such a relief in her words that I smiled back instinctively. "And that's pretty much the reason I wanted to talk to you privately."

"What do you mean?"

"The best man in the upcoming wedding is a high school friend of yours, right?" Virginia waited for my nod before continuing, her face now a mask of determination and protectiveness—but protectiveness towards whom? "Well, we've been told that he has a quite…unique character…and that he can be misunderstood."

"That's right." I nodded. "It's true, Charlie may give you the impression to only care about joking, flirting and causing trouble, but he doesn't have bad intentions; if he stands up for his friends, he's willing to pay the prize himself instead of turning on them."

Because the Dead Poets Society had started as a game and a rebellion for Nuwanda, who had seen it as a way to make his own statement against Hellton that sometimes turned from funny to extreme—that 'phone call from God' couldn't be forgotten—but all of us remembered how he didn't betray us when Mr. Nolan asked him about his prank, the club and the article he had written, preferring to take all the blame himself and getting severely beaten in the process. Not to mention how he defended Mr. Keating when Cameron opened his mouth: first by punching the little traitorous, filthy fink on the nose and then getting expelled instead of signing that blasted paper!

"Well, this joking, flirtatious character of his is the issue here! Because Nellie is maid of honor and she may be dynamic and strong, but I don't want to see how she'll react if he makes such a joke towards her!"

"Don't worry, Virginia, I won't let him to, I already said that to him," I promised her and I was sincere. I really wanted Charlie and Nellie to get along, especially since they would have such cardinal roles in the same wedding, but I didn't want him to make her feel like a doll everyone is inspecting, like nothing more than a pretty girl society sees as a potential wife for some lawyer or banker. Surely she had such experiences already and I wouldn't allow Charlie to do the same. "And I'm sure that Nellie will put him in his place if he attempts something like that."

"No matter how Nellie reacts to him, Pitts, I swear, if this guy says anything embarrassing to her, I won't hesitate to create a major spectacle!"

And now I couldn't stop my hysterical laughter as I momentarily forgot my personal dilemma and remembered what Charlie had told me when we talked about the girls…how I warned him that getting on Virginia's bad side would be a bad idea and how he answered that he was intrigued already. Then Virginia came and warned me that she would do anything to spare Nellie the embarrassment…including a spectacle with the best man himself.

A showdown between Virginia and Charlie! Now that was something I would pay to witness!

An opinion Meeks shared as well when I entered our dorm and he curiously asked me what our blond friend wanted to tell me. I hadn't said anything about the first part of the conversation, of course, and focused on her warning about the wedding and Charlie's behavior. As Meeks went back to sleep, though, all my previous thoughts came back with all their ferocity and the same feeling that had overwhelmed me only this morning returned. Nellie's enthusiasm at the book, the feeling of her hug, of the kiss on my cheek…and then the sound of her laughter and her cheerful dancing as we had a great time in Carpe Noctem.

I sighed in frustration and sat up on my bed, realizing that sleeping would be very difficult for me tonight. I simply sat there in the dark of our room, with my hands resting on my knees and looking outside the window…and I remembered what Virginia told me when we said goodnight.

"Just for the record, though…If Nellie's special to you in some other way…There's absolutely no need to be ashamed of it. I won't say or imply anything, don't worry about that…but you don't have to be ashamed of anything!"

Ashamed? I didn't even know if I was ashamed! No, scratch that, it wasn't shame I was feeling, it was…it was a million emotions at once: joy, fear, protectiveness, despair, embarrassment and agony…and for the first time I truly understood Knox, who had returned from that dinner at the Danburys with an expression as if the entire world had ended for him.

It was fine, though. I could accept it, even the despair that came with this terrifying and simultaneously amazing feeling. After all, said feeling wasn't towards someone unworthy, but towards a brilliant person who didn't hesitate to comfort and help all of us…the connection had always existed, ever since the day we met in the library…a bonding through previous traumas, friendship and literature…and now I had taken this connection to a whole new level.

Everything would be well…as long as I kept it hidden.

Nellie's POV

"'To be read by the Dead Poets Society. I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.'."

I smiled and let my fingers glide over the printed text, imagining the feeling of dried ink the original book would surely have. It was a few days after my birthday, I had written my last semester exam only yesterday and I was currently enjoying the freedom and relaxation of an evening without the stress of studying and worrying about grades. March the fifth today and the weather had started improving, the snow slowly melting and leaving pools of water behind and the sun shining through the windows of the common room, a spacious room on the ground floor of the building that hosted the female students' dorms. One of the girls who lived at the same floor with me and Virginia—if I remembered well, her name was Melissa and she was studying Medicine—was playing the piano that stood at a corner, the peaceful melody joining the sounds of the happy conversations around me.

I was supposed to work on the sitting plan for Olivia's wedding, but after an hour I had needed a distraction and had taken Gerard's gift from my bag. There was something odd going on with this book: I loved reading poetry and yet I still hadn't read any of the poems it contained thoroughly; I was stuck with the opening message, I read it every day and still hadn't fully proceeded with the rest of the book. There was something intriguing…magical even in Henry David Thoreau's words, which suited perfectly to me and my wish to live my own life instead of becoming an obeying wife for some potential match; it was as if the poet himself was talking to me, encouraging me not to compromise to anyone's expectations.

And that name…Dead Poets Society. Oddly fitting to the intro and sounding beautifully lyrical whenever I repeated it in my head. Mysterious and symbolic, like everything surrounding poetry, making me want to learn more about it, a knowledge I needed to gain. Naturally, I knew I had no right to pressure Gerard to tell me; I had realized it was something that pained him and I didn't want to force him to narrate probably negative memories by explaining the name of this group—this society. Still, it was a very touching move…as if he was sharing a part of his own life through this book…a part only I could know about, a secret between us.

It showed such an amount of trust towards me that I had vowed to keep it for myself…which was why I hadn't even asked Ginny about her ideas concerning the name written on the top of the page. This was Gerard's story, a real story…a story that would never end because it had shaped him…that was in his thoughts even now…who knew, perhaps it was the key behind the sadness I could detect on him.

"Dead Poets Society…who are you, people?"

At that moment, Virginia entered the common room and I put the book back in my bag, my attention turning to the paper in front of me once more. I was grateful that I'd have her opinion; it was the first wedding I was planning and I wanted everything to be exactly as Olivia dreamed and deserved.

"Hello there, Virginia Meadows has come to the rescue!" she greeted me with a laughter and a hug before sitting down across from me. "So, what do you need my help with? Decorations, color-coordination or maybe in convincing the bride that she's way too young to get married?"

"You'll never get tired of saying this, will you?" I chuckled; truth be told, I agreed with her on this, but it was Olivia's decision and she had made it with a clear mind so I would respect and help her in any way I could. I was only happy that the two girls had liked each other despite their different opinions about life and marriage. "It's the seating plan I need help with, especially where you and the boys will sit. Since Gerard and Meeks are the best man's friends, they'll be with their other friends from school, would you mind sitting with them?"

"Me together with four boys, two of which I already know? Yes, Nellie, I have a huge problem with that arrangement." Ginny joked and we shared another laugh. "Don't worry about me, I'll be more than fine."

"Are you sure? Olivia won't mind if you join us at the main table with Thomas, Charlie Dalton and the couple's parents."

"Me sitting together with that charlatan for a best man? No, thank you, I'll pass, I'll be much better with Pitts and Meeks and their friends."

"Great, that settles it, then." I smiled and wrote Virginia's name down, right next to the others': Gerard, Meeks, Knox and Todd—Olivia had told me the names of the best man's guests so I could work on the plan much easier.

"How about your brother, will he sit with us too?"

"Unfortunately, no, my father insists he sits with him and my mom," I sighed; poor Alexander would be stuck with my father's acquaintances and colleagues who would see him as nothing more than the next owner of Russell's Law Agency. I wouldn't let the poor boy suffer like that, though, and I was already thinking of ways to help him have fun: we could dance and I could introduce him to my friends, he'd like that.

"Thanks for mentioning Alexander, though, I still don't know who else will sit with them, since Olivia's parents will be with the bride." I went on and threw a look at the list with all the guests, which Olivia had sent me a few days ago. I had some possibilities in mind, but I needed to discuss it with my parents first to hear what they thought on the matter. And so I stood up with my block and a pen in hand. "Virginia, would you mind looking after my things for a while, I better call them now."

"Go ahead, your stuff is safe with me."

"Nellie, my darling! How are you, sweetheart, is everything alright in Yale?" my mother greeted me happily and I relaxed as I stood near the phone in the hallway. "Oh, we miss you so much, the house is empty without you and Alexander around."

"Easter is approaching, mum, and you'll see us both then."

Yes, you'll see us reconciled and driving our father crazy with our independence, I mentally giggled, a part of me still unable to believe that my relationship with my little brother had started to improve.

"And I'll see you as a maid of honor; I'm so proud of you, Nellie, everything will be so beautiful when that day comes."

"Well, actually, the wedding is the reason I called, I have something important to ask you."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Is there anyone else you want to sit with you during the feast after the ceremony? A good friend of yours, perhaps, or one of father's coworkers?"

"Oh, your father and I discussed it only yesterday. Yes, we have two families in mind, if you don't mind including them. There's the McCalls, you remember them?"

Of course I did, they were a family of known architects with the current head, Jeffrey McCall, leading one of Medford's most known offices. They lived in our neighborhood, only five minutes away from our house and their daughter, Brenda, was three years older than Olivia and me and she would sometimes look after and play with us when we were young and our parents were away on travels or business trips; she had even attended the same boarding school with us. She was one of the most snobbish and arrogant girls I ever had the misfortune to meet, always laughing at me for wishing to study and saying I'd fail within the first two weeks. In the end, we had learnt that she got married two years ago; when I heard the news, I immediately felt sorry for her husband, another architect who always spoiled her.

"The McCalls then, noted," I said nonetheless and immediately added their names on my plan. "Anyone else?"

"The best man's parents, the Daltons. Your father said that, since you and their son are participating in the ceremony, we should introduce ourselves to them."

I didn't like the sound of that, especially since it was my father's idea; surely new social contacts weren't the only thing he intended to do. It was only a faint impression, like a thought that barely reaches your mind and disappears the next second, but it was there, travelling me back to my fourteenth birthday. I quickly pushed the bad memory away, though; I was in Yale, I was nineteen, I was studying the subject I loved and I wouldn't allow my father to interfere in my life again.

"Daltons, noted." I gave a casual tone in my voice and wrote 'Mr. and Mrs. Dalton' down. "Thank you, mom, you were a wonderful help."

"Anything to make your task easier, my dear, I remember how nervous I was when I married your father and needed my best friend's encouragement all the time," my mother chuckled, although her laughter was interrupted by a deep voice at the other end of the line. "Oh, one minute, Nellie, your father wants to talk to you about the wedding as well."

"So, I really hope you are satisfied with yourself, young lady," my father scolded me; apparently he had taken the phone right from my mom's hand before I could even farewell her. "Right now you could be married already…or you could be calling Olivia so she could help you prepare your own wedding. Are you happy that your best friend will set a household and start a family soon while you keep disappointing us?"

"And since when is college considered a disappointment, father?" I snapped at him immediately and my boldness surprised even myself. I always tried to defend myself and my choices against my father, but this harsh and defensive stance was something new-found for me. Yale had opened my eyes and mind to a whole new world of possibilities and made me even more determined to become a just and combative lawyer when that day would come.

"Don't you dare disrespect me like that, Eleanor, it's enough that you've ridiculed me in the entire neighborhood with your behavior!" he yelled at me and I could faintly hear my mom trying to calm him down to no avail. "I only hope that the wedding will make you realize what a fool you are to throw away your future for a dream that's meant to fail!"

A Greek tragedian, centuries ago, wrote a tragedy about the mythological Helen of Troy, claiming that it was not the real Helen who was taken away by Paris, but a mere phantom of her and that the Trojan War was basically a horrible event that took place for nothing more than an empty cloud. This reference somehow came in my mind as I listened to my father's rambling; instead of supporting me, the man who had raised me believed that I would end up alone and unhappy because of my stubbornness…a stubbornness concerning a dream that was nothing more than hollow wishes as well. But I didn't care about what he believed about me, not anymore, he lost that right when he wanted to sell me like an animal when I was merely a little girl.

"Even if I fail, father, at least I'll still be myself!"

Pitts's POV

Don't forget to sound your barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world.

I smirked as Meeks read the postscript Todd had added in the letter he sent us. It wasn't very large—Todd was always laconic with his words, preferring to speak through his actions—but it contained news of his studies and his extracurricular activities that made both of us proud for our quiet friend. Todd had started as the shiest of the Dead Poets Society, but, in the end, he made the biggest overthrow anyone could imagine. Not to mention that he continued like that even after graduation, since he ignored his parents' plans about studying either Business or Medicine and chose to go to Harvard and study Literature. When Meeks and I first learnt about his choice, we had immediately agreed that this was much more than a rebellion; it was also a way to honor everything Mr. Keating taught us, as well as remember Neil's passion for acting.

Life constantly proved that the greatest strength is hidden in the most unexpected places and people who are quiet can make explosions that will shatter the world. I even started to believe it about myself; no matter the traumas, I swelled with pride when I recalled how I finally spoke my mind to my father—it was my own personal triumph and it had felt really good.

"Hey, maybe we should establish that whenever we write to each other!" I suggested now and my best friend looked at me as if I was completely crazy. "Adding a postscript with a verse of the book or a quote of everything the Dead Poets Society made us believe in."

"Do me a favor, Pittsie, and don't write the ballad about William Bloat with the wife who was the curse of his life and how he cut her bloody throat one day at dawn," Meeks pleaded me and I burst out laughing. Raymond Calvert's The Ballad of William Bloat was the very first poem I had read during our first meeting at the Indian Cave; an objectively creepy poem, but it was fun watching the others' reactions: Meeksie didn't stop swearing at me, Charlie had burst out laughing, Knox was probably wondering whether he should appoint me a good psychiatrist and Cameron had an expression as if he wanted to throw up.

"Says the guy who saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track!" I exclaimed and now neither one of us could hold back their laughter; that same meeting had ended with a spectacular chant by no other than Steven Meeks himself; a poem chant that had consumed all of us, making us dance around the cave and through the forest as if we were a group of maniacs that gathered at midnight for evil deeds.

"Well, well, it's good to see you boys so happy, are you celebrating something?"

Nellie had joined us, having just exited the girls' dormitories, since we had agreed to go for a walk. I couldn't even control my reactions, influenced as I was from the journey to positive memories about a group of boys that tried to make a difference; it was as if the energy of that night was overwhelming me once more. I just smiled as if I had become a sixteen-year-old that was just discovering himself again and I wrapped my arms around her in the tightest hug I had ever given her, a hand resting between her shoulder-blades and my head on her shoulder. It was a heartwarming sensation right now…it had my awkwardness and happiness to see her at the same time…it was as if I was thanking her for being by our side…like a silent promise that I would be here for her…and like I was clinging to her, trying to chase away the old ghosts through her warm presence.

"We're celebrating life and freedom right now!"

And it was Meeks's voice that landed me back to reality and I quickly broke the embrace, gently so I wouldn't scare her. Despite the soft giggle at the answer she had gotten, Nellie's grey-green eyes stayed focused on me and I found myself unable to look away. That melancholic maturity was ever present and it made me ache; she was so much stronger than I could ever be…what had happened to render her like that? Her studies in Yale didn't seem just like a young woman's dream, but like a constant struggle against the whole world.

"Life and freedom, eh? Then can I ask you a favor? If you ever see me turning silent and obedient…if you ever hear me talking about compromising…will you please smack some sense into me?"

God, her expression at this moment…and her voice…Nellie had lost her humor and encouragement, this question was an honest plea towards Meeks and me and I wondered if it had anything to do with the painful past or if her childhood friend's wedding had brought troublesome thoughts into surface. Over the last few days I had realized that this wedding was slowly becoming something more than a joyous occasion…deep down it was a battle between Nellie and the environment she grew up in…a society that expected her to marry at a young age and be nothing more than a proper wife.

"Let me get this straight, Nellie. If you ever become silent…if marriage ever becomes you only interest…if you lose your determination and your love for literature, philosophy, Law and all those deep matters you love discussing…then we will gladly smack some sense into you because you won't be Nellie, you'll be someone else. And we want the Nellie who's standing in front of us."

Meeks stared at me as if he couldn't recognize me, but then he nodded in agreement and we spent some moments in comfortable silence, with the chatter of the other students around us and the afternoon sun making Nellie's auburn hair look as if it was on fire, almost blinding me and transferring warmth in my whole being. In the end she smiled, her trademark, sweet smile, and she briefly squeezed my hand and Meeks's shoulder in thanks.

"I shouldn't be surprised by your reply, really. After all, we need to such all marrow of life, right?" she asked with a sly wink. "So, let me pack my things and fetch Ginny and then we can go for that walk."

And hearing Nellie quoting one of the first lessons the Dead Poets had learnt sent shivers down my whole spine…shivers that had nothing to do with the memories of the cave and the book and the tragedy of that infamous year in Welton. I was so touched that she was enjoying the book, so moved that she had started to mark certain life-altering passages that I truly felt satisfied that it was Nellie to whom I had trusted such an important part of myself. I knew that she would read and discuss everything critically, that she would see it as something more than a simple book someone had given her as a birthday present.

"Excellent choice, mate!" Meeks confirmed my inner thoughts and patted my shoulder. "Although…what do you think that was about?"

"Well, Meeks, it seems like our Nellie is preparing herself to sound her own barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world."

A/N: Alright, people, another chapter has come to an end ;) Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next one, the wedding is approaching, hehe ;)