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Remember what I said about me putting my own spin on stuff? Well, it starts with this chapter.
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. ENJOY!
"Hello, my dear friend, you look great today! Is that a new hairc—"
"Spill it, Santana. You don't ring the doorbell unless you need something." Quinn huffs with a raised eyebrow upon opening the door for the brunette.
"Fine. I need help with my hair and dress for tonight's 'get together' dinner with Brittany." Santana utters and welcomes herself inside their apartment while carrying her dress and the works.
"White shirt and baggy pants. Is that what you're wearing for later, Lezpez?" Pucks teases upon seeing Santana in their living room.
"Aunt 'Tana!" Beth screams as she runs towards Santana who kneels and catches her just in time for a lift.
"You're getting taller everyday, Bethy! And beautiful too!"
"Not as beautiful as you, Aunt 'Tana!"
"How about that? My daughter has more game than you, Santana." Quinn muses and the brunette rolls her eyes at the pregnant woman as she settles her goddaughter on the floor.
"Of course, honey! How about you help me get ready? Actually, why don't you dress up too?" Beth instantly grins at Santana's words and rushes to her room.
Quinn sighs while shaking her head in disbelief. "Alright. Let's get you started then."
After a while of helping her friend get ready, Quinn's finally done with Santana's hair just as the brunette applies the finishing touches on her make-up.
"How do I look, Beth?" Santana asks while checking herself out in the wall mirror.
"You look like a Disney princess, Aunt 'Tana!"
Santana chuckles heartily and gives the kid a tight hug. "You're the true princess, sweetie!"
Quinn grins at the scene before her just as Puck walks in on them. "You look smokin', Lopez! Damn!"
"Again, for the nth time, I'm gay. You don't even have the slightest of chance, Puckerman." Santana replies with a smirk.
Quinn sighs. "Alright, Beth. Can you go and clean up your bedroom, please? Mommy will have your favorite cookies ready when you're done."
Beth jumps excitedly and gives her Aunt Santana a goodbye kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy your date with Aunt Brittany!" She adds before hastily darting off to her bedroom, leaving the three adults gaping.
"So.." Quinn trails off and raises an eyebrow at Santana. "What is this really all about, Satan?"
The brunette gives her a curious look. "What do you mean, Q? I'm just helping Britt get that syndication, this means a lot to her."
"We're aware of that but what is this really about?" Puck interjects. "This, what you're about to get yourself into, is like a death trap. You're not Jamie, alright? It's as if you're asking for trouble."
"I agree. We've all known each other since high school, Satan. I don't think this is all about just 'helping her out'. You've even ditched that important meeting you're supposed to have today for this thing." Quinn says and fixes the girl's white backless dress from behind.
Santana snickers. "Come on, you guys. Britt and I are like sisters. She needed my help and I'm giving it to her. She would have done the same for me in a heartbeat. Besides, I'm too valuable for my bosses to fire me and I've got that jewelry girl I'm pitching for wrapped around my little finger. The both of you are just making something out of nothing."
"So, you're saying that you've never had any feelings for her in the past, ever?" Quinn crosses her arms.
"I love Brittany, of course. Just not that way."
"I don't know, Santana. What if the both of you fall in love in this little pretend game?" Puck raises an eyebrow at her.
"We won't, okay? You guys are overthinking this arrangement." Santana chuckles and checks her phone for a second to see a message from Brittany. "And for the record, Brittany and I are complete opposites of the spectrum. Ain't gonna happen."
"Now that I think about it, that's true. Brittany's this nice, sweet, quirky girl while you on the other hand, my friend, are the extreme opposite. Snarky, rude, and probably the worst model when it comes to dating. You've practically slept with every lesbian and bisexual woman here in New York. Even the straight ones experimenting! God, just thinking about it makes me want to hug myself in the shower for five hours and douse myself with alcohol after."
"Sure. I'll set you on fire myself, bitch." Santana replies smirking as she checks herself out one last time in the mirror. "Look, it's not my fault they want to get up all on this."
"So, you're sure that you girls won't develop feelings for each other?" Quinn looks back at the brunette inquisitively.
"We won't fall in love with each other, baby. That, I'm positive on." Santana utters firmly as she gathers her purse from the couch then walks towards the door.
"You say that now, Lopez. I'll remember this as the moment you told us your famous last words." Puck warns her.
Santana turns her attention to them one last time as she opens the door. "Then I'll give you both the honor of saying you told me so." Santana adds with a wink then leaves their apartment shaking her head in disbelief.
"Have I told you how smoking hot you are right now?" Santana tells Brittany with a smirk as they sit on the backseat of their ride to the Hummels' residence.
Brittany rolls her eyes at her best friend. "Only about the fourth time since I've picked you up at Quinn's five minutes ago."
Santana's smirk widens as she checks out the blonde who's wearing a low cut little black dress that's the perfect combination of classy and slutty at the same time. And those boobs? All that's missing are her 3D glasses and she's set for life.
"Stop leering, San. It's not like you haven't seen me wear this dress before."
"Can't blame me. I'm memorizing everything so I can save it in my memory for retrieval later when I fantasize about you."
Brittany laughs out loud and looks up from her phone to stare at the other girl. "You really do that, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course! Just because we're best friends doesn't mean I can't have naughty thoughts about you, babe."
"You are unbelievable. Sometimes I wonder why I'm best friends with you."
Santana chuckles and rests her head on Brittany's shoulder. "Because you adore me. Terribly."
"I do, unfortunately." The blonde replies and earns a slap on the arm from Santana. "Just kidding, honey. You're like the sweetest person, I know. And you agreeing to do this with me just makes me the luckiest girl ever. Thank you, San. I really owe you bigtime." She adds and rests her head on top of the other girl's.
Santana smiles warmly. "Anything for you, Britt."
Brittany subtly checks out her best friend and she has to admit that the girl looks freaking amazing as always, maybe even more right now. She didn't really mean to check her out but can you really blame her? "You're killing it in that dress, San."
"I know, right?" Santana chuckles.
A shiny reflection catches Brittany's eyes from Santana's hand. She scrutinizes it for a second before grabbing the girl's hand and raises it for a closer inspection. "Why are you wearing a ring?" Brittany quips curiously. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Santana slowly sits upright to face the blonde. "Oh God, no. As if!" She smirks and Brittany motions for her to give an explanation. "Remember the project I'm heading at work? Well, I'm pitching for these diamond jewelers and they sent over a few of their samples for 'inspiration'. This is one of them."
"It's absolutely beautiful!" Brittany exclaims as she looks at the ring a little closer. "But are you allowed to even use it outside of work?"
"Yeah, they said it themselves. Plus, the woman I'm sealing the contract with is just crazy for me too. So, no worries."
"You slept with her, didn't you?"
"A gentlewoman does not kiss and tell." Santana winks at her best friend.
A thought pops in Brittany's head immediately. "Wait. San, you can't wear that."
The brunette instantly pouts. "Why not? It really matches my dress."
"It does and I'm sorry but it commands too much attention, you know. The last thing we need right now is people making assumptions when they see a ring on your finger."
Santana thinks about it for a moment. As much as it disappoints her, Brittany's right. The brunette sighs deeply and nods as she motions to remove the ring whilst struggling. "Alright then. I'll do it when we get there though because imma need some soap. This bitch fits too perfectly that I can't seem to get it off."
"Maybe your finger is just too big for it."
Santana snorts at the blonde's innocent words while smirking. "Why don't we try and find out if my fingers fit perfectly in you?"
"Not happening, bro." Brittany returns the smirk as she shakes her head.
"You say that now, honey."
They arrive in front of the Hummels' residence after a couple of minutes. Santana, as sweet as candy, opens the door for Brittany. But then again, Santana always does that. Brittany has always thought that she's the perfect gentlewoman and that's probably why all those girls are just throwing themselves at her like crazy.
"So, we need to act like a legit couple, right?" Santana utters nervously, both women trying to come up with a plan just outside of the Hummels' apartment complex.
"Yep." Brittany sighs deeply before turning her attention towards her best friend. "So, lots of handholding and invasion of each other's personal space are in store."
"Can I touch your boobs or ass? Or maybe both?" Santana grins devilishly.
"No! We need to settle boundaries, San."
The brunette pouts when a thought suddenly comes up. "What if they ask us to kiss?"
Brittany ponders about it for a moment. Yeah, what if? "If the situation calls for it, then why not?"
Santana looks at her, intrigued by her words. "I've always known you have the hots for me, Britt. Just say it and you'll have the best night of your life."
"You're funny, San. But you of all people should know that I don't put out on the first date. Besides, I don't want to be lucky number 200 on your bedpost."
The brunette chuckles. "Even pretend dates?"
"Yes, even pretend dates." Brittany chuckles. "Now, let's go in before we freeze out here. Just be yourself, okay? Just, you know, different." She adds with a forced grin.
Santana squints her eyes. "I will disregard that statement for the sake of our friendship."
"Gosh, I have a bad feeling about this. I really hate lying." Brittany exclaims, biting her lip.
Santana holds out her hand for Brittany who smiles and hesitantly takes it. "Just relax, babe. I got you."
"Brittany!" Burt exclaims upon seeing the couple enter their amazing penthouse apartment overlooking the Upper East Side.
"Burt, this is such a beautiful place." Brittany grins and drags Santana towards the man.
Burt chuckles as he gives Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "My wife decorated the whole place, actually." The man turns to Santana. "And you must be the famous Jamie. How are you doing, young lady? The both of you look like a million dollars!"
Santana doesn't hear him as her gaze wanders around the huge ass apartment. Actually, she doesn't notice it, probably because her name really isn't 'Jamie'. It wasn't until she felt a nudge coming from Brittany that she notices Burt staring inquisitively at her.
"Burt just asked you something, Jamie." Brittany puts emphasis on the name with wide eyes and Santana finally snaps out of it.
"Y-Yes.. Jamie! That's m-me. I-I'm sorry, your penthouse just looks amazing. Got distracted for a while there. It's so nice to finally meet you, sir. W-What was that again?"
The man laughs. "I said, you and your date look amazing. And please call me Burt. It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well!" He holds his hand out and the brunette nervously shakes it.
Santana does a quick glance at Brittany with an awkward smile before turning her attention back on Burt. "A-Absolutely! Can't agree with you more."
A waiter walks by and hands them glasses of champagne. Brittany takes this moment to lean towards Santana's ear. "San, you're 'Jamie' right now. Don't space out on me."
Brittany's words instantly registers with Santana and the brunette just wants to slap herself for almost forgetting that. Santana subtly nods and faces Burt again with a smile while raising her glass.
"So, Jamie, what do you think about that medical breakthrough of using a Mobile Stroke Treatment Unit?"
Santana looks curiously at Burt as she takes a sip of her champagne. "U-Uh.. I-I'm not really particularly interested in the medical field."
Burt raises an eyebrow at the brunette. "Really? I find that peculiar given that you're a doctor.'
The brunette almost chokes on her champagne and her eyebrows instantly shoots up. "W-What? No, I'm actually an advertising execu—"
A sudden pain courses through Santana's left foot. She's about to protest when a wide eyed Brittany with a scrunched up face gives her a hardened stare. Then she fucking gets it.
"D-Doctor! Yes. I'm a doctor, B-Burt. A doctor, I-I am." Santana blurts out nervously as she faces Burt again looking like a deer caught in headlights. "I-I'm not 'particularly' interested in it because I'm crazy interested in medicine! A-Advertising, I-I uh.. like to advertise about the medical field. That's it! I just love it so much that it's all I-I could think about." Santana rambles in a panic and Burt smiles, looking satisfied.
"Such passion you have, Jamie. It's incredibly admirable." Burt utters seriously as he rests his hands on the brunette's shoulder.
Santana awkwardly chuckles. "Y-Yeah. Passion! I just got it, you know. Vested on me like a sucker."
"Is that Jamie? Brittany's Jamie?" An approaching Carole exclaims upon seeing the couple.
Both girls turn to look at her with surprise. "U-Uh.. Yes, you must be Mrs. Hummel?" Santana states.
"Call me Carole, please." The woman muses and engulfs the brunette in a hug. "I'm such a big fan of your girlfriend and I've been dying to meet you, dear! You are so much more beautiful than Brittany has let on! Princess Charming in the flesh!"
Santana collects herself together when Carole finally lets her go. The brunette grins, feeling much confident now as she finally gets the hang of things. "I could say the same for you, Carole. You're the most beautiful dame here aside from my stunning girlfriend, of course."
"Oh, gosh. Thank you, Jamie. You're such a darling! Brittany here is very lucky to have such a partner like you." Carole blushes.
"I'd have to disagree with you on that because I am definitely the lucky one here." Santana smirks. She glances at Brittany beside her whose face is comparable to that of a tomato.
"Aren't they charming, Burt? Look at them, just in love." Carole grins as Burt nods his head in agreement.
Both women are just about to respond when Mrs. Hummel excitedly holds Santana's arms. "Jamie, I know we just met but I really need to ask something I've been dying to know for a while now."
Uh-oh. Do they know? Santana nervously waits for Carole's words and shares an anxious look with Brittany.
"Do you mind me asking for your famous torte recipe?"
Both women actually chuckles in relief but fear immediately replaces it soon after. Santana purses her lips because she has seriously no idea what the fuck this woman's talking about.
"Your famous Spicy Argentinian Dark Chocolate Torte, honey." Brittany quips with a nervous smile.
"O-Oh yeah, that one!" Santana laughs a little too loud and hastily thinks of a response.
However, Brittany does it for her. "I-I- Well, y-you see, it's kind of a secret family recipe."
The moment the words sink in, Carole instantly looks heartbroken. "O-Oh. That's really sad. I heard that it's really good and I wanted people to taste it for that out-of-town show we're doing next week in the Hamptons. You know, like show it off." She pouts and Santana just about combusts with guilt.
"W-Well, I'm sure we could work things out. You know, like an exception. I don't think Grandma Lopez would kill me for it." She shrugs and Carole's face lights up while Brittany glares hard at her.
"Oh! That is wonderful! I can't wait for it!" Mrs. Hummel muses.
"Ooh.. Look, it's Dani!" Brittany suddenly exclaims beside her and Santana cannot thank her enough for intervening the most awkward conversation in her life. The blonde drags her towards Dani who's giving a dramatic speech of some sort in the middle of the penthouse's living room.
"Nice save, San." Brittany mutters, looking a bit amused.
"You could have saved me a little earlier!" Santana huffs.
"Well, I was kinda enjoying the first few parts. It's not everyday I see you get flustered like that. But sorry for not telling you some stuff about Jamie."
"You seriously owe me big time now. I'm calling it." Santana grits through her teeth.
"Yeah. I'll let you grab my boobs and ass during pretend dates now." The blonde giggles and Santana playfully rolls her eyes. "What are we gonna do about that damn torte?" The blonde adds.
"I'm sure we can find that bakery where Jamie gets it and buy every piece they have. I can't stand Carole looking like that, she's really nice." Santana mutters under her breath and Brittany nods in agreement.
"And I said, 'Mister, you cannot do that! You'll lose all your money in that investment'! Lo and behold, turns out that man is the one and only Burt Hummel! On a good note, he listened to me and I bet his investments tripled over the past two years!" Dani exclaims and everyone laughs at her statement for no apparent reason.
Brittany and Santana arrive a little too late to hear the story but their presence doesn't go unnoticed by Dani.
"Brittany! So glad you could finally join us!" Dani declares in the most fake tone ever.
"Dani, so glad you arrived safely." Brittany replies in the most innocent way and Santana tries to stifle her laughter while Dani decides to disregard the blonde's backhanded comment.
"Everyone!" Burt exclaims and the people around them turn to see the commotion. "I'd like you all to meet the two most wonderful and talented women on radio right now. Dani Harper, the best credit & finance expert and host of 'Straight Talk with Dani'." He gestures towards the woman smirking as she soaks up all the attention.
"And of course, the daughter of the late famous sportscaster, Richard Pierce, Dalton Radio's resident relationship expert and host of Romantically Speaking, Brittany Pierce!" Burt motions for Brittany who elicits a shy smile as the crowd cheers.
"That's actually really funny, isn't it? How some people rely on their famous parents for fame while the rest of us work our asses off just to get the same opportunity?" Dani declares with a bitter tone. A few people chuckle at her statement, with some even raising their glasses. Santana immediately goes into defense mode upon hearing the girl's harsh words undoubtedly directed towards her best friend. She glances at Brittany who looks absolutely embarrassed and destroyed by the comment.
"Well, yeah. I think that's funny seeing that Brittany here got to where she is by actually working her ass off to get that BA in Communications and Masters in Social Psychology from NYU. Lemme tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, I've watched her gulp down almost a barrel of coffee all in a week just to catch a bunch of deadlines. And wow, don't even get me started on that unpaid internship she slaved for! Haven't we all felt like that?" Santana exclaims and earns hearty laughs from everyone in the room.
She glances at Brittany beside her looking much better than she was a few seconds ago. The blonde intertwines her hands with Santana's and gives it a proper squeeze while mouthing a quick 'thank you' which the brunette returns with a wink.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Dani snaps upon approaching them.
Santana doesn't let up though. "I'm Jamie, Brittany's girlfriend. And you are?"
Dani's reaction turns to that of surprise and Santana's not really sure whether it's from the shock of not knowing the host or the fact that this is 'Jamie' she's talking to.
"Oh, the Jamie! Wow, you are one good-looking woman. Are you sure you're a doctor? Because you could definitely pass as a supermodel." Dani smirks and invades Santana's personal space which irks the brunette.
"Why, thank you, Delly. I wish I could say the same about you." Santana quips with a smirk written all over her face. Brittany bites her lip hard to stop herself from laughing at her best friend's snarkiness.
It doesn't deter Dani's spirit though. It does a fucking reverse psychology effect on the girl and only intensifies her want to get to know her rival's "perfect partner". What can she say, nobody says no to her.
"Charming. I like your attitude, Jamie. I think we'll get along just fine in the next few weeks we'll be spending together trying to get that syndication. And it's Dani, actually."
Santana opens her mouth, about to unleash Auntie Snixx when an arm snakes around her waist, making her jump a little.
"Yeah, my girlfriend and I will definitely enjoy the next few weeks in each other's close company." Brittany chimes in while giving Dani a look that the brunette can't decode. Santana can't react properly either because she's literally stuck between the two girls.
"This is going to be absolutely fun and interesting, Brittany! Such a big change for you, I bet." Dani says through gritted teeth while raising an eyebrow.
"Ladies!" Carole exclaims and Santana can't thank her stars enough for the distraction. "How about you both give us a little speech and introduce yourself properly to the board?"
Dani and Brittany's staring contest holds for another two seconds before they break it up and agree to talk in front of all the people in the room. Dani goes on first, going on and about how hosting a finance talk show has been the best thing that's happen in her life, how life changing it is to help people get out of their financial rut and money problems, and a little humor about getting to indirectly insult them for their stupid decisions. Classy. Just classy of Dani. The people in the room don't notice it though, they just think this pompous girl is an amazing host. The only ones who don't seem convinced about the act are the Hummels, Santana, and Brittany.
After talking nonstop for almost fifteen minutes, Dani finally finishes her speech and subtly rolls her eyes at Brittany before disappearing somewhere.
"You can do it, babe." Santana whispers in Brittany's ear as she squeezes her hand one last time before letting it go. This somehow boosts the blonde's confidence as she walks towards the front and faces everyone with a grin.
"Hello everyone, I'm Brittany Pierce! I know some of you probably know me because of my father, Rich Pierce, an incredible radio host. The best, actually." Brittany pauses and smiles at the memory of her father. "My father is my biggest inspiration. He relentlessly told me to pursue my passion because as he used to say, doing what you love for a living is just about the best thing ever. He cannot be more right about that. Radio is my passion, you see. There's nothing I would rather do than radio. Well, maybe except feed the ducks.." Brittany shrugs and everyone laughs, enamored with the blonde's charms.
"Excuse me." A finger taps Santana on the shoulder which distracts her from listening to Brittany's speech. She turns her head and see an old woman beside her, smiling sweetly.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
"Well, I heard that you're the wonderful girl Jamie that Brittany's dating." The old woman muses. The brunette nods, waiting for the rest of her sentence. "I'm just wondering when the wedding is?"
This surprises Santana and takes her aback. "Wedding? We're not engaged, ma'am." She says while squinting her eyes.
The old woman pouts and looks genuinely confused. "Then why do you have a ring on your finger, dear?"
It takes Santana a couple of seconds before she stupidly realizes that she's still wearing that damn ring she promised to take off awhile ago. "O-Oh no! T-This isn't a.. uhmm.. that kind of ring." Santana utters as she struggles to take the fucking ring off her finger.
"Would you like some help taking that off?" The old woman offers and Santana almost does a facepalm at how ridiculous the situation is.
"N-No. I can do t-this. I-It's just—"
"Spit on it, dear. It helps, believe me." The old woman grins innocently at her and Santana doesn't even want to know the story behind that statement. Seriously.
Santana gives the old woman a weird look. "W-What? Like a-actually—"
The ring suddenly comes off of her finger but the force she exerted in removing it was a bit too much because she loses grip of the object and it comes off flying somewhere across the room.
"Shit!" Santana mumbles as she looks around in a panic, trying to find the flying ring.
"There it is, sweetie!" The old woman points somewhere after a minute of watching Santana search for it. The brunette follows the direction Oldie's pointing at and sees something shining in front of Brittany's feet. Santana sighs deeply and quickly thanks the old woman because she'd really hate to pay for that expensive bitch which probably costs a leg and a half.
Santana weaves through the crowd and towards the ring on the floor. When she tries to reach for the ring though, the brunette finds it particularly hard to pick it up because of the tight backless dress she's wearing. So, she kneels on one knee, slowly, very slowly and carefully so she doesn't tear up her incredibly tight and expensive dress in front of these many people as she picks up the ring. Santana breathes a sigh of relief when she finally gets a hold of the ring and holds the object up to inspect if it incurred some scratches but thankfully, it doesn't have one.
"San, what are you doing?!" A hard voice whispers above her and the brunette sees her best friend giving her a panicked look that's bordering on shock.
Santana freezes. She doesn't get to properly react anymore because after a moment, she realizes what's up. She's kneeling on one knee in front of her 'girlfriend' while holding out a fucking ring. Even a five year old kid can put two and two together.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
"I-I.. Uh.." Santana tries to musters up a few words to explain the situation but comes up empty. She tries to stand up but the tight dress is making it extremely difficult for her to do so. Seriously. She doesn't want to add anymore insult to the injury by tearing her dress up and flashing everyone here.
"Oh my god! We have a proposal!" A voice exclaims and Santana wants nothing more right now but to remove that person's vocal chords and serve it as hors d'oeuvre with salt and pepper.
Everyone in the room except Dani, who's gaping at the turn of events, erupts with excitement and cheers loudly at the scene before them. A few people were even taking pictures of the moment and chanting words that both women couldn't discern.
Santana's out of ideas right now. Even Brittany. So, in a moment of shock and panic, Santana takes a deep breath before looking up at Brittany with a confused look while the blonde is just too frozen to react. It's just for publicity. Brittany's voice echoes in her head. It's just for publicity. Brittany's voice repeats over and over in her head.
There is only one thing she could do right now and she knows that she has no choice but to do it.
"B-Brittany, w-will you.. uh.." Santana gulps loudly and tries to get as much oxygen as she can before clearing her throat. "W-Will you m-marry me?" She adds in the most insecure and unsure tone anyone has probably ever heard of a person proposing. It's almost too painful to watch.
Brittany holds her breath as she stares back at her best friend who's kneeling in front of her. She blinks a few times while she tries to catch her breathing. Everyone's eyes are on them and there's only so much she can do. She looks back at Santana and takes one last deep breath. Fuck it. Brittany thinks.
"U-Uh.. Yes?" Brittany replies in the same insecure and unsure tone as Santana's.
The crowd reacts with the same excitement from a minute ago albeit, much louder. Brittany finally helps Santana stand up and shares a hardened look with her. The brunette slips the ring on Brittany's finger while trying hard not to make eye contact. It slips on like butter much to their surprise and chagrin. Shit. It's as if the ring's mocking them in their faces.
Everyone cheers again and a deafening applause takes over. After a moment, a bunch of people make their way towards them and separates both women from the other as they proceed to bombard each girl with question after question while being completely oblivious to their distress.
"So, when's the wedding?" The old woman from earlier asks Santana with the same innocence and grin from awhile ago and she couldn't do anything but awkwardly smile back.
For the record, the rings fits Brittany perfectly. So perfectly.
I really enjoyed writing this chapter, even proud of it! Hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as I wrote it.
Lemme know what you think! I want to know if you're liking my spin on the story so far and if I'm keeping you interested :)