AN: Welcome back. This chapter follows Elle and Big Time Rush at the Tween Choice Awards. Summer is nearly over but there's still plenty of time for drama. I'm really proud of this chapter and I hope you enjoy it. This is the final chapter before the epilogue. So please let me know what your favorite part was.

I highly recommend you check out Parallel by Heffron Drive, preferably the unplugged version. 10/10 would listen to it towards the end.

Enjoy!

The energy in the back of the limo was tense as the traffic crawled by. It was the evening of the Tween Choice Awards and I was on my way to the red carpet. Limos and luxury SUVs paraded down the street to drop off celebrities at the theatre. If today had gone differently, I would have been worried about being late. But I was grateful for the refuge from the cameras.

"Are you okay?" Liz asked from where she sat across from me. "We can always skip the carpet."

"And waste the two and a half hours it took to get ready?" I gestured to the makeup on my face and the dress I wore. "Hell, no."

My manager rubbed her forehead and let out a breath. "Your security is doubled and knows to make sure he's kept away from you. Are you sure you don't want to call the police? I shouldn't have left you, I knew your room was far away. I-"

I reached over and placed a hand on Liz's arm. She had been furious when she stormed into my dressing room. She had taken one look at the red mark on my cheek from Jett's slap and completely exploded. It was out of character for her, even during the Kendall Incident she had been relatively calm. She wanted to call the police and file a report. It took both me and Kendall to calm her down. She had come around to the idea of going after him legally and she already spoke to my lawyer. I could see she still felt guilty though. She was like the mother I didn't have, always worried about my well-being.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault, don't blame yourself for this." I tried to keep my tone bright. "If anything, those self-defense classes you stuck me in really helped."

This seemed to assuage her guilt and she shrugged. "I guess they did. I'm just sorry I missed seeing you kick him."

The tension eased as we both laughed. Liz insisted on putting me in self-defense classes after the Jett Incident. At first, it was just a way to feel in control of my body. But those classes had literally saved me from being assaulted again.

"How are you feeling? How's your face?"

"It's fine. It wasn't that bad, really."

My fingers brushed over my cheek and I decided not to tell her that it hurt. It had been a backhanded hit across the face and his ring left a small bruise. The makeup artist had worked hard to cover it up. It was surreal, getting ready to face the public so soon after being cornered like that. The thing about this job was that I was a performer even when I wasn't on stage. I didn't have any other choice. I stared out the window and saw the theatre was coming up. But there were about ten cars between us and the entrance so I knew we had some time. The sky was bright blue and palm trees swayed in the breeze. Liz sat on the other side of the car typing away on her phone. It was the end of August and all I could think about was how much things had changed in the past few months.

The last time Liz and I were stuck in LA traffic was when we were on our way to Rocque Records. I had signed the contracts to tour with Big Time Rush weeks before, but that day in May was when I met the band and we announced it. I had been upset that I had to essentially start over and tour with a boyband. Looking back, I realized I had just been scared that my comeback wouldn't go well. The guys turned out to be my best friends and I helped steer their image into a new, mature direction.

It seemed like yesterday I had walked down that red and white hallway. I didn't know the guys beyond seeing them at award shows like this one. And Kendall was just Jo's annoying boyfriend who sometimes checked me out when she wasn't looking. He had been upset about touring with me, he had been rude. That changed too. Instead of glares and insults, Kendall now looked at me with hearts in his eyes and never failed to remind me how he felt. He had started out making a bet with Jett and today he had thrown himself between us. He had taken a hit to the face and saved me from the same person he had plotted against me with.

All this change made my head spin and I let out a breath.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head and cleared my throat. "Nothing. It's just that so much has changed."

"For the better?"

Above the theatre, the digital billboard showed my face and proclaimed that I was nominated for three awards. Even though my face ached, I knew this would be the last night I saw Kendall, so I nodded.

"For the most part."

The red carpet had a small drop off area for final touch-ups and preparations. This was where I was meeting the guys so we could walk together. I stepped out of the car and smoothed my dress and fluffed my hair. The guys were gathered off to the side and their stylist was giving them a once over. Logan was in a blazer with a casual tee-shirt underneath. James went for a dress shirt that made his arms look huge with the top few buttons undone. Carlos was in a cool jacket and his camera was out filming everything. Kendall was in a button-down shirt and blazer. His hair was styled for once and he looked good even with a small split lip. I noticed them before they spotted me. So when Kendall saw me, his reaction was genuine.

His eyes brightened and a fond smile bloomed across his face. I could see the affection in his eyes from here and it made my throat tighten. It was the kind of look a girl wanted to see when she walked down the aisle. He looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

We all hugged and exchanged hellos. This really was it. This was our last event as a group and I think we all sensed this. They asked me if I was alright after the afternoon's events. I agreed and changed the subject. I didn't want to get rattled before the show.

"You guys clean up well." I nodded to their outfits. "And to think, I could have slept in instead of getting a makeover."

Logan shook his head. "I'm wearing entirely too much makeup for someone who never wears any."

"They powdered our noses." Carlos commiserated. "Apparently we can't be shiny."

James laughed at this, his teeth were still dazzlingly white. "I told you."

"So you did."

Carlos and Logan were demanding to know what we were talking about as Kelly ushered us to the carpet. Kendall and I hung back for an unexpected moment alone and we both let out a breath.

"Elle, you look beautiful. You always do but... wow."

My cheeks were warm and I ducked my head. "Thank you. You look good too. How's your face?"

He touched his lip and shrugged. "I'm fine. I'd do it again if I had to."

"My security is doubled. So don't worry, no more fistfights." I joked awkwardly and played with my fingers. "You didn't have to do that. I'm sorry that he hurt you. I shouldn't have-"

"Hey, it's okay." Kendall took hold of my hands in his. "You're okay."

I looked over to the red carpet. The guys were waiting to walk on and I shifted. "We should go."

Kendall blocked my path. "Wait. I, uh, just wanted to say that getting to know you and be with you this summer was the best experience of my life."

There was a pit in my stomach. "Kendall..."

"This show is the last time we'll probably see each other. So, I just wanted to apologize in person one last time. I'm sorry for everything I did and everything I said. I will regret it and regret losing you for the rest of my life." His face twisted into a frown and his eyes were misty. "I love you, I always will. I'll make this up to you. I just had to get that off my chest."

I hated goodbyes and I blinked hard to keep myself from getting emotional. "I'll miss you too."

His lips brushed over my cheek and then he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Let's get this over with."

The moment we stepped onto the carpet there was a burst of shouting and camera flashes. It was always disorienting at first. The press was behind a rope, shouting at us to look their way and pose. Fans were behind them cheering and waving. Having a hundred different people shouting your name and different directions was always an intense experience.

"Elle! Over here! Who are you wearing?"

"Logan, are you dating anyone right now?"

"Is Big Time Rush breaking up?"

We posed for the cameras in group shots and alone. The band took a group photo and I did a few solo shots. The carpet was jam-packed full of celebrities and I waved to Lucy as she passed by. Liz and Kelly were hovering nearby to move us down the line.

"The first interview is Lily from Hollywood Haze," Liz said under her breath as I approached my first interview.

I grinned at the woman and held out my hand. "Lily, how are you?"

"I'm great. Welcome back to the Tween Choice Awards. How are you feeling?"

I leaned into the microphone and raised my voice so I could be heard over the background noise. "I'm excited to be back on the purple carpet that's for sure."

"Who are you wearing tonight?"

I struck a pose and gave a laugh. "This little beauty is from Prada. It's nice to dress up every now and again."

Lily asked about my thoughts on the different nominees and what award I would be presenting. The interview was pretty straight forward but soon I was led to the next one. The guys were already there making jokes with the host.

"Well, look who it is! For those watching at home, we've just been graced by the one and only Elle Harper."

"I hope you guys don't mind if I crash." I joked as I waved to my friends. "What are we talking about?"

Carlos greeted me with a hug. "Dylan wants to know if we're doing a European tour."

This hadn't been set in stone. I knew I would be going to Europe but I wasn't sure if I would be going with Big Time Rush. I kept my answer coy.

"Who knows? I could be down if these guys are."

The next person to interview us caught us all off guard.

"Kendall, what happened there?" She gestured to his lip and eyebrow. "You look a little banged up."

The two of us shared a nervous look and he stammered for a moment. "We threw a little end of tour party last night and I got a little too rowdy. We played a little hotel hockey."

I sighed a breath of relief. I didn't want anyone knowing what happened between Jett, Kendall and myself today. The reporter bought his lie and then turned to Carlos to ask who designed his jacket. My secret was safe.

Red carpets were always exciting but were a bit routine. Interviews needed to be fast and the questions were mostly the same. Being with the guys made it fun though, it was nice to have someone to banter with.

"So, who do you think will win more awards. BTR or Elle Harper?"

The five of us all faked competitive glares and James patted my shoulder. "Sorry, Elle. I think we're going to have you beat. I'm up for Best Hair."

I groaned and placed a hand over my heart. "That hurts, Diamond."

"But seriously, this girl is going to blow everyone out of the water." James reached down and squeezed my hand. "She's incredible."

The interviewer was from a smaller website and clearly looking for a scoop. "What's with the hand-holding? Is there a new version of Jelle?"

My stomach twisted into a knot. Jelle had been my ship name with Jett. James sensed my discomfort and shook his head.

"Just friends. Although that could be a good name for a line of James Diamond approved hair products." He let go of me to stroke his chin. "Jelle, the diamond standard of hair care."

Kelly and Liz pushed us on after that. We didn't need any more dating rumors popping up. We talked about our albums, the tour, and our performances tonight. I talked about how I was excited to sing Colors and how the guys were singing Just Getting Started and a medley of their most popular songs. I was grateful the duet hadn't come up. But that didn't stop me from being asked about Kendall. The questions popped up in one interview after the next.

"So, we all saw you guys in Minnesota. Are you back together?" One woman asked.

"Nope, that was just quality time between friends," I answered through gritted teeth.

Kendall's shoulders drooped and I could see a look of sadness flash over his features. I played with the rings on my fingers and cleared my throat. I hated seeing him look like that.

A man shoved a microphone into Kendall's face. "Kendall, did you really want to kill yourself when Elle left?"

"I felt guilty for the mistake I made. But I'm glad we're both okay." His voice had been trembling when he answered. "I'm sorry every day for what I did."

I felt Kendall's eyes on me the whole time we had been posing for pictures and answering questions. I hated to admit it but he looked good, really good. It was a nice change of pace after seeing him scruffy for the second half of the tour. Some of the interviews were fun and we played small games. Still, I was relieved when we neared the end. We had been out here for the better part of 45 minutes and my heels were pinching my feet. I smiled wide for the press and waved to fans. I managed to sneak away to sign a few autographs which made this all worth it. Carlos and Logan said something funny and we all laughed for the cameras. But the smile slid off my face when I heard the paparazzi yelling at the people who were coming up behind us.

"Jett! Megan! Jo! Over here!"

"Emma, Blake! This way!"

Big Time Rush and I all turned our heads at the same moment. Jo and Jett were coming down the path with their co-stars. Jo was obviously the odd one out. Her co-star Megan was hand in hand with her musician girlfriend. Two of the other stars were a couple in real-life and Jett had an impossibly thin actress on his arm. Then there was Jo who was the seventh wheel. I didn't even know that was possible. They all posed for the cameras with sultry expressions.

Under all the bright lights I could see the hint of a black eye under the makeup Jett wore. His lip was visibly swollen and I could tell he was high. His pupils were blown like they had been earlier and he seemed dazed. His smile was smug and easy.

"Jett, who are you wearing?"

He was in a nice black suit and an expensive Rolex hung from his wrist. "Armani, of course."

"Who's your date?"

He and the actress shared an overly flirty laugh and she draped herself over him. Jett tucked her hair behind her ear before turning back to the cameras.

"This beautiful lady is Caterina Rossi. She's in my newest film New Town High: When in Rome." He gave her a lovesick gaze. "Isn't she great?"

The press shouted more questions and Caterina tossed her hair and spoke with an accent. "It's my first American film. I'm just so happy to have been in this movie with Jett."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was a fake relationship. Hollywood was full of them, Jett had almost 'dated' Jo to promote the show back in the day. It didn't surprise me that Jett would be dating his co-star before their new movie came out. It would create buzz and establish Caterina in the US. I just hoped for her sake that things ended when the cameras weren't around.

The cast worked their way down the carpet and it was Jo who saw me first.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered to myself as I hit Kendall on the arm. "Lookout."

Jo was coming towards us, all fake smiles and spray tans. She looked from me to Kendall and then to Jett. She modeled for the cameras but spoke with a clenched jaw.

"Why am I not surprised that Kendall has a split lip and Jett has a black eye?" She said in lieu of a greeting. "You always cause drama."

"And why am I not surprised you're involving yourself in something that's none of your business?" I shot back. "Nice spray tan, I didn't know orange skin was the latest trend."

She rolled her eyes at this. "You might have missed it because you were too busy sleeping with people in relationships like the fucking slut you are."

"The last time I checked, he said you two were broken up. Not that I blame him. All you do is make shitty teen movies and act like the world revolves around you."

"You're such a bitch." Jo narrowed her eyes. "At least I didn't get fucked as a bet."

Logan stepped between us and whispered. "The cameras, guys."

"I'm sure Elle doesn't mind. She's used to all her dirty laundry being on camera. Maybe you all can take turns fucking her and post it online."

"Jealousy isn't pretty on you." I hissed at her. "But then again, nothing is. Go be boring somewhere else."

Her face was pinched. "You and Kendall deserve each other. You're both hateful people."

"And you're just sad that you're a lonely tag along. Bye."

She looked like she wanted to say more but just swallowed hard and moved onto an interview. I had been wearing a fake smile during that exchange with Jo but it melted off my face completely when Jett locked eyes on me. He left Caterina to show off for the press.

"Eleanor, don't you look gorgeous." He nodded to my tight dress. "I prefer you in red but orange will do."

"Elle, Jett! Smile for us!" The paparazzi were ravenous. "Are you two back together?"

Jett's arm looped around my waist and he forced me to take a photo. There was no smile on my face but he didn't seem to care.

"Your little bet making boyfriend did a fucking number on my face." He said into my ear. "I think you owe me an apology."

"You think so, huh?"

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I think that mouth of yours could do the job."

My security was coming down the carpet and I was hoping to avoid a scene. "Go fuck yourself. Leave me alone."

"Don't be rude. If you're worried about my date, don't be. It's one of those contract things."

"I think she said to leave her alone."

We both turned and the guys were trying to keep up appearances for the public but they all looked pissed. Kendall worked his way between us, pretending to hug Jett for the sake of the cameras. Logan pretended to need my help with his hair and pulled me away. Liz and my security both relaxed at the sight of this. Over the screaming cameramen and fans, I could hear Kendall's low voice.

"You're going to need more than makeup to fix what I'll do to you if you don't leave."

Jett didn't seem too worried and played to the cameras. "Sure, whatever, Kendork.

Kendall's eyes were small slits. "I know the truth about the fucking tape."

Just like that, Jett's too white, Hollywood smile turned to a look of horror. His face paled and his eyes widened. Normally, he'd put on a charming smile and cover his ass but he was clearly panicked.

"That's right." Kendall continued. "If you ever come near her, I will actually fucking kill you."

It didn't take long for Jett to grab Caterina's arm and pull her inside the venue. This night couldn't be over soon enough.

After the drama of the red carpet, I was happy to sit in my seat in the dark theatre. It was just me and Liz because BTR was kicking off the ceremony. The lights went out and the stage lit up. The whole room burst into cheers as Big Time Rush came up through the floor. The music was pulsing and they did a choreographed danced. They were performing Just Getting Started and it made me proud to see them opening a big award show like this.

"You can count it down. You can count me in."

The song took me back to a few months ago. We had been in San Francisco at a radio station the morning after the first show. We were booked to do a few songs on air. This song had been their first single and the line that James and Logan sang was the inspiration for the name of the tour. Kendall and I had been at each other's throats all morning.

In hindsight though, there had always been something between the two of us. It was that same day that I had inspired part of a song he wrote about me. I told him he had a one-track mind and a few weeks later he had sung the same words on stage. That had also been the night we had been the last ones awake on the tour bus. I had been sitting in the front, writing Colors of all songs, when he came out. That was the first night I had seen his tattoos. It had taken me by surprise that someone, who was so concerned about maintaining a good image, was covered in ink. I shifted in my chair and tried not to think about how I had traced my fingers over the sugar skull countless times. I could still remember the way his body had pressed into mine when a sharp turn had sent us tumbling into each other. He had pinned me between himself and the counter. His eyes had lingered on my mouth for a moment too long. It was wild to think about how much things had changed between now and then.

I sunk deeper into my seat.

The show continued on and Logan and James had joined me in the audience. We watched the first round of awards and Kendall and Carlos presented an award for Favorite Gamer. A few minutes later I found myself on stage at the podium. I opened the thick envelope and leaned into the microphone.

"And the Tween Choice Award for Favorite Social Media Star goes to Rose Collins!"

The star bounded up the stairs and accepted her award with a large smile. I walked off stage so she could give her speech and was escorted to my dressing room by two security guards so I could prepare to sing Colors. I changed into a different outfit, my second one out of three. The stylist touched up my hair and makeup before I was taken back to the stage. Award shows moved quickly, there wasn't time to waste on live television. Liz was waiting for me as I was attached to my microphone.

"Are you alright?" She gave me a once over. "This song's about him."

I shrugged. Singing it with him in the audience wasn't going to be pleasant but there was nothing to be done. "I'll survive. Besides, this song is about me too."

This assuaged her a bit and she squeezed my hand. "That's my girl."

I took my spot on the dark stage and once I was announced the music started. The lights flashed various shades of blue and gray smoke rolled across the floor.

"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her TV show."

The audience was already on their feet, almost everyone was excited. Jett wasn't, I could see him in his seat in the second row. He was slumped down with his arms folded. He glared daggers at me. I wondered if we were both thinking about the day I met his mother and brother.

"You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope." I sang this line directly at him. "I hope you make to the day you're 28 years old."

He flinched at this. He always joked he'd be a member of the 27 Club. He'd get high in our old penthouse and tell me he was going to join all the greats. It would be Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, and Jett Stetson. He did drugs to make himself feel good. He didn't care who it impacted around him. Jett finally looked away with a scowl as I moved into the chorus.

"Tween Choice, let me hear you!"

The crowd sang along and I gave the camera a few playful smiles. I kept looking back to where Jett was. He and Jo were both avoiding my eye. This song hadn't been a single but fans had really resonated with it. I thought of the girl who had tattooed the lyrics onto her skin. She had made a song about a shitty person inspiring. And so could I. I danced back over to the side of the stage and saw Jett watching with a clenched jaw. He was ignoring his date who hung all over him.

"You're ripped at every edge but I'm a masterpiece."

He had focused on that lyric earlier today. The fact that I called him a masterpiece stroked his ego. He didn't deserve that because he wasn't a masterpiece. I was. Even after all his bullshit and Kendall's, I still had come out on top. I used to think his manic highs and lows and drug addiction had made him special. I had given into the delusion that we were young gods, better than everyone else. But in all actuality, Jett was nothing more than a sad, sick, human being.

I enjoyed the rest of the performance. I enjoyed being able to share the words I wrote now that I had a new perspective on them. Jett had never been the masterpiece, it had always been me.

"And now he's so devoid of color. He don't know what it means and he's blue. Everything is blue."

Just as quickly as I was taken to the stage, I was taken back to my seat. The guys and Liz congratulated me on my performance and Kendall leaned over in the dim light.

"Proud of you." He whispered in my ear. "Is he in the audience?"

"He's pissed," I answered with a small smirk. "And his makeup is wearing off. I could see his eye from the stage."

Kendall looked pleased with himself and went back to watching the award show. A proud smile stretched across his face.

Dak Zevon took the stage to announce the next category.

"This year has been full of great music from bands. From pop, rock, hip hop and everything in between. A few of these songs have taken the radio by storm."

On-screen, clips of different music videos played. I cheered loudly when Just Getting Started appeared and I crossed my fingers for them.

"And the purple rocket for Best Group Single goes to Big Time Rush."

The guys leaped out of their seats and hugged each other. I high fived them all before they raced up the stairs onto the stage. James took the rocket and held it up in the air. They all had giant grins on their faces and I was beyond proud of them.

"This is really exciting." Logan started off. "Thank you so much."

Carlos spoke next. "We want to thank our producer Gustavo, everyone in the studio who helped create this song."

"And of course we want to thank the fans. You guys are the best fans we could ever ask for." James leaned into the mic. "You're amazing and we love you."

Kendall looked unsure if he should speak and muttered a quick thank you before they were shown offstage. They deserved to win more than anyone. They had worked so hard all summer. When Carlos and Kendall got back to their seats I whispered a quick congratulations.

"You'll be up there soon enough." Carlos teased. "Just wait."

I gave a nervous smile and turned back to watching the show. I really hoped I'd win at least one award. A few awards passed. Best Fashion, Favorite Athlete and so on. Then, James and Logan came out to present the award for Best Actress. James had obviously fixed his hair and he looked mischievous as he opened the envelope.

"And the award for Best Actress goes to..." Logan trailed off and James swooped in.

"Sydney West."

The actress looked excited and almost a bit shy as she accepted the award. She hugged James and Logan as everyone usually did when they went up to speak. James's hug lingered a bit before he walked off the stage. He looked pleased with himself. Once he returned to the audience I shook my head at him.

"What? It's not my fault she won."

"You're such a flirt."

He shrugged and dramatically ran his hand through his hair. "It's not my fault the ladies can't resist the Diamond charm."

The show was running smoothly with different performances and speeches. It was easy to tune out so when Liz tapped my shoulder from where she sat behind me I jumped.

"It's Sleeper Hits."

I held my breath as my song played along with the other potential winners. The actor presenting the award pulled out the slip of paper and my heart was in my throat.

"Elle Harper wins for Colors."

I let out a shriek and was quick to my feet. I was engulfed in a group hug and my song played loudly as I walked down the aisle and up the steps. My hands shook as I accepted the rocket.

"Oh my god." I laughed breathlessly. "I don't know what to say and I know everyone says that but it's true. I wrote this song back at the start of summer and never intended for it to be a single." I saw Jett watching with a sour expression. "Uh, this song is about an ex of mine. I don't have any thanks for him though. Just for the fans who believed in me and liked this song so much that it's playing on the radio because of them. I love you guys so much, thank you!"

My speech had been short and was mostly a blur. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I had won an award. A small part of me had wondered if I had any chance after the Kendall Incident. But the fans had believed in me. It was fitting to win an award for a song about Jett after what happened today. It was a bit of cosmic justice and I was beyond thankful for it. I posed for a picture backstage and gave the award to a stagehand. By the time I got back to my seat, the award for Best Tour was being announced. The guys were nominated for this so I kept my fingers crossed.

"The purple rocket goes to... Big Time Rush!"

Just Getting Started blasted over the speakers and Carlos insisted on dragging me up onto the stage with them. They took their awards and all made small speeches thanking the fans for coming out to support all the shows. It blew my mind that every single show had been sold out. Mostly, I was relieved that my drama hadn't ruined their hard work. I blushed when James turned to me while speaking.

"And of course, we have to thank Elle Harper for coming on the road with us. She made this tour special and deserves this award just as much as we do."

I mouthed a thank you to him and we all hugged before going to take our photo. We watched the next category get presented from backstage. It was for Best TV Boyfriend and Girlfriend, a category that both Jett and Jo were up for. When both of their names were called Kendall and I shared a pained expression. This was the only award Jo had been nominated for so she milked her speech for all it was worth.

"Oh my god! I just want to thank the studio and the cast and of course my fans!" She batted her eyes and for once I agreed with Jett who seemed impatient. "It's an honor to win my first purple rocket. And even though some people failed to see it, I'm a great girlfriend on and off-screen."

She was clearly proud of herself as she walked off and came towards us. The only bright side was that her annoying voice drowned out the sound of Jett's conceited rambling.

"You don't know what you missed out on, Kendall."

He shrugged. "I do and I'm not losing sleep over it."

"She's not even special, what do you see in her?" She questioned him as if I wasn't standing right there.

"For starters, I'm not a whiny soap opera star. And this is my second award of the night compared to your one." I answered for Kendall and nodded to the rocket she was clutching. "You enjoy that. I have five more just like it at home. Let's go."

Jo was left with her mouth open trying to form a comeback. The night grew later and the show would be over in less than an hour. There were more excited victory speeches, more performances, and skits. Purple goop rained down on people and I thanked Liz for negotiating a deal that stated I wouldn't perform if I was gooped. I had been there, done that, and had zero interest in repeating it. I watched as Lucy Stone, Adam Holt, and a trio of actresses known as the Jennifers won. Jett won for Summer Crush and I almost gagged as I watched him kiss his date with tongue. But it would all be over soon. The bigger awards such as Album of the Year, Movie of the Year and so on were at the end of the night to keep people watching. The next award made me dig my fingernails into the armrest.

Night Like This was nominated for Best Summer Single just like Gustavo and Liz had planned. Four months ago this duet had been dropped on me during the meeting before tour rehearsals. He had paired Kendall and I together because he had been worried about our constant arguing. And he had wanted to avoid any relationship rumors because Kendall had been publicly dating Jo. Obviously, that hadn't gone well. Our only instructions for the duet were that it needed to be "flirty but not too flirty and something you could sing in the car'. And here we were. The song was still at the top of the charts after everything.

Kendall and I both fidgeted as we watched ourselves make out. Everyone had said it seemed like more than acting when the video came out. They were right of course but now it was just awkward.

"And the winner is Night Like This by Elle Harper and Kendall Knight!"

The two of us stared at each other, not knowing what to do. It was me who moved first, I waved him towards me. This was the last award show I'd have to sit through with him. Letting him take some of his deserved credit was the very least I could do.

"Come on."

Kendall was surprised but scrambled out of his seat and followed me to the microphone.

"Elleanators really are the best fans in the world. I wouldn't be up here without them." I started as I looked out into the crowd. "I want to thank Gustavo Rocque and Liz Mendes for encouraging me to write this duet. And I'd like to thank my duet partner for helping me write such a good song."

He scratched the back of his neck and was shy about talking. "I don't deserve any of this award. Elle wrote most of it, she's the most talented songwriter I know. But thanks for listening to it and supporting the song."

I thanked my fans once more and we went backstage. Kendall's hand was on the small of my back when we hugged. His face pressed into my shoulder and he held me tight.

"You remember the night we wrote the song?" He asked me as we walked towards our dressing rooms. "It seems like a lifetime ago."

"It was." As much as I tried not to think about it, I found myself still talking. "It was the first time we smoked together."

"It was." He echoed with a smile. "I was nervous. I didn't want you to think I was an idiot who couldn't write songs."

The irony of this made me laugh. Since that night he had written several songs about me, each one better than the last.

"I like your songs. You know that don't you?" I leaned against my door. "No one had ever written a song about me until you."

He shook his head. "That should be a crime. I've written enough songs about you for an album."

We had to get ready for the duet and I sighed. "Maybe you can play one for me someday."

"Soon." The corners of his mouth quirked up and his eyes brightened for a moment. "I'll see you on stage. I'm just next door, shout if you need me."

I promised I would but groaned once I was behind the closed door. This night seemed to drag on further and further. My thoughts were full of Kendall and this past summer as my team got me ready for the duet. Was this really going to be the last time I saw Kendall? The thought of that cut me to pieces but it was probably for the best. Right? The uncertainty made my head hurt. On the bright side, this was my last costume change and the last time I'd be performing for a while. Even if singing with Kendall wasn't ideal, I was going to try and enjoy this. From the TV in my room, I watched as James strutted to the podium to accept the win for Best Hair. The camera panned to Jett who was sulking.

Maybe this night wasn't so bad.

The stage was dark as I took my spot. It wasn't often I got stage fright, but the knots in my stomach were hard to ignore. This was the first time I'd be singing with Kendall in a long time. What if the chemistry wasn't there or if it was awkward? I was starting to regret not actually rehearsing with him this morning. But it was too late now and I could hear my name being announced.

"And here to sing their award-winning hit Night Like This, Elle Harper and Kendall Knight!"

The first few chords started and the audience lost their shit, for a lack of better term. The fact that Kendall and I were singing had been under wraps, we didn't want to advertise it in case I changed my mind or we had a fight. It wasn't lost on anyone that this the first time we had sung together since New York. My voice shook as I sang the first verse. It was nearly drowned out by the reaction the audience had when Kendall came out.

"Met you when my heart was somewhere else, outside in the rain." He strolled out onto the stage and he seemed nervous "I saw you smiling, the stories you could tell. Have you moved on?"

For the first time, this lyric floored me. It was too accurate about what happened between us. When Kendall and I first met, he had been so invested in Jo and his relationship with her. The first time we had ever really gotten to know each other without arguing was when we huddled together in the back of Rocque Records for a smoke break. And now, he was asking me if after everything that had happened between us, had I really moved on?

We sang about needing a cab and sharing a ride. The conversation flowed easily just like it had the night we wrote it. By the time we got to the chorus, we had both loosened up a bit. His smile was easy and I clapped to the beat of the song.

"Oh, whoa, oh. Anything can happen on a night like this."

Kendall wasn't paying attention to the audience, he stared only at me and all I could picture was the countless number of times we had sung this song. There had been the start of the tour when we had to pretend to like each other. Our smiles had been forced and the banter was scripted. There was when we played our little game of back and forth flirting. His hand would sneakily grab my ass or I'd whisper in his ear during an interlude. In Chicago, we had filmed the video for it and Kendall and I had finally gotten to get our hands on each other. And once we were dating, there were no fake grins or scripted jokes, it was authentic.

A quote from the Rolling Stones article written about the tour circled in my mind as we performed.

Their chemistry had been enough to set the arena on fire.

Everyone had seen it. The media questioned if the video was more than acting. His friends had been surprised the first night we played our game. Fans had tweeted different videos of us performing and pointed out the flirtier moments. That had to have been real for him, right? Because it had been real for me.

Kendall must have been thinking the same thing because he looked just as lost in thought as I was. We reached the bridge of the song and we moved to the center of the stage. We closed some of the gap between us, our hands stretched out, fingertips brushing.

"Our hands fit just the right way. Our legs tangled up in the small space. The world outside feels far away as I get to know you."

The air between us was charged and I wanted to hold his hand forever. "I can feel my heartbeat electric to my fingertips."

Kendall's voice was strained and cracked as it came out. His eyes were heavy and lingered on my lips. "I can feel anticipation through my veins."

"I can almost feel the weight of your kiss on my lips."

His hand came up to touch my face and all I could think about was our first kiss. It had been unexpected and frantic. I had been yelling at Kendall in a dressing room somewhere in Texas. He had cut off my shouting with a hard kiss. I could still feel the weight of his lips on mine and smell his soap and cigarettes. It had been the first of many and I felt a yearning for it in the back of my throat.

Kendall's thumb brushed across my lower lip as he sang. The song was nearly over and this was the last time I'd ever sing with him. It tugged at the knot in my stomach. I didn't want this moment to end. But it had to, it was for the best.

"Anything can happen on a night like this."

The audience applauded, bringing me back to reality. The stage was plunged into darkness and Kendall went for it. His lips brushed against mine just long enough to leave me wanting more. But I was strong, I pushed him away and hurried offstage. My microphone pack was disconnected and Kendall didn't wait for the stage crew. He tore it off himself and jogged to catch up with me.

"Elle."

For some reason, my body decided to betray me and tears burned in my eyes. "Can you not? Please?"

My tears surprised him and he cringed. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know. It's just..." I exhaled and threw my hands up. "It's done, summer's over. The tour is over. We're over."

My last sentence hit us both like a ton of bricks and it made Kendall frown. "It doesn't have to be."

"But it does. It's for the best." I opened the door to my dressing room. "Even if it hurts."

"Elle." He pleaded and tried to follow me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered hastily as I began to shut the door. "I have to go."

My tears alarmed Liz but she was gracious enough not to say anything. The team helped me change into my original dress and touched up my makeup for the final portion of the show. I was up for one more award, Album of the Year. But I was too restless in my seat to even think about it. It was a commercial break and the theatre was full of talking. My head ached and I kept shifting my body. I just wanted to go home, I couldn't be near Kendall anymore. It was too painful.

"I'm sorry I kissed you." He said as he took his seat. "I did it without thinking."

"You do a lot of things without thinking."

My words must have been colder than I thought because Kendall was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry. I just realized that this was the last time I'd be with you, sing with you, and it was an instinct. I shouldn't have kissed you."

My frown deepened and I shook my head. It's not that I didn't want him to kiss me. It was the fact that I couldn't just let go. There was always something standing between me and Kendall never seeing each other again. There was always something that made it harder to untangle myself from him. There was the duet, the way he saved me from Jett, and now there was this kiss. It was all making my plan harder than it already was. Deep down, I knew the real reason that it was so hard, was because I still had feelings for him. But he didn't need to know this. I just needed to get out of here.

"I have to go," I said suddenly, turning away from Kendall and grabbing my clutch.

The guys looked worried. "Go?"

"I want to go home. Summer's over, I have to go." My chest felt tight and Kendall's staring didn't help. "I have to leave."

It was my basic instinct to run when things got rough and right now I wanted to flee. I couldn't bear to look at Kendall knowing that this was it.

"Elle, there are only a few awards left." James pointed out. "Everyone knows you're going to win."

"They can mail it to me."

Logan handed me a tissue. "It's okay, just breathe."

"Yeah, don't let summer end this way." Carlos rubbed my arm. "You can watch us perform and laugh at our awful dancing."

Kendall was watching the whole scene with a grimace. "Elle, please."

"Come on, we had a good summer. Don't let it end this way." James was trying to coax me back into my seat. "Just get through the rest of tonight and it's all over. I promise."

I cast Kendall a wary glance. I was conflicted to the core. I wasn't sure what I wanted more, to never see Kendall again or to never not see him again. Even after everything we had been through, part of me couldn't picture my life without him. That's why I had to go. If I stayed any longer I knew I would give in.

But the lights dimmed and I had no choice to sit back down next to him. My fingernails dug into my thigh and I couldn't focus on the show. Kendall continued whispering in my ear between speeches.

A sitcom won for Best Series. I couldn't tell you what show though. What I could tell you was that Kendall promised to give me what I wanted.

"I'm sorry for everything. After tonight, I swear I'll leave you alone if that's what you want." He let out a breath. "But just know that I love you."

My throat was tight as I looked over at him. "I know."

Some starlet won for Summer Icon. Or maybe it was for Summer Style, I didn't know and I didn't care. Kendall's fingers brushed over my arm.

"Getting to know you was the best thing to happen to me."

I couldn't find the words to tell him that for better or worse, it was one of the best things to happen to me too.

A duo won for Best Rap Group. The artists could have gone up on stage naked and I wouldn't have noticed. All I could focus on was Kendall's voice in my ear.

"I'll never stop being sorry for what I did."

I could feel my cheeks burn as I fidgeted in my seat. Maybe part of me was ready to forgive him.

"I think you have feelings for me, Eleanor. You do, don't you?"

I didn't have time to respond. Big Time Rush won for Best Group Album.

He just stared at me for a moment, ignoring the applause around him. His friends pulled him to his feet and broke our moment. I congratulated them with a tight smile. He brushed past me and I avoided his eye.

Carlos, Logan, and James accepted their rockets with huge grins as they waved to fans. My heart swelled with pride as I watched them celebrate together. They really did deserve this. They busted their asses all summer and my drama definitely didn't make things easier. Big Time Rush had won every award they had been nominated for and it was safe to say their mature image was here to stay.

I think Kendall was the only person in the entire room who wasn't smiling. He stood behind his friends, his lips were pressed into a tight line and I could see that he was itching to get off the stage. The guys were thanking their fans, Gustavo, and everyone who voted. Kendall didn't speak, I watched him scan the crowd and when his eyes settled, I had to look away. His gaze was too intense for my liking. His unanswered question hung between us.

I really should have left when I had the chance. They disappeared backstage and I knew their performance would be happening in a few minutes. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to slip out because of how close we were to the front. Liz must have read my mind because she leaned forward, pointing to her watch.

"The show's over in ten minutes. The guys are performing and then you'll probably win this award. That's it. Don't let him take that moment away from you."

"Yeah but," I trailed off and tried to think of a reason to leave other than 'not being with Kendall and knowing that this is the last time I'll see him is making me want to cry' when I couldn't I groaned. "Ten minutes?"

"Nine and a half."

I crossed my arms and grumbled. "I better win this fucking rocket for my suffering."

Liz did have a valid point. Ten minutes wouldn't kill me and if I won, I wasn't going to miss out on my victory because Kendall made me emotional. I had worked too hard and too long to let that happen. I was going to own my moment if it came.

A few more awards were handed out and all that were left were Best Album, Best Song, and Best Film. Big Time Rush's performance was first though, it was an honor to open and close the award show. So when Dara Laramie, an actress Carlos had briefly dated, came out I put on a smile for my friends.

"You know them, you love them, they won every award they were nominated for this summer." She introduced them and gestured to the stage. "Big Time Rush!"

The room burst into cheers and applause that quickly fell flat when they didn't come out. Instantly, my stomach lurched and my mouth went bone dry. There was no smoke, no lights, and no music. It was just Kendall coming onto the stage with his guitar.

"Absolutely fucking not." Liz was already standing up. "Not today."

I was too curious to fully turn around but I waved her off. "I want to see this."

No one knew what to make of Kendall. There was applause but some scattered jeers in there as well. He adjusted his guitar strap and leaned into the microphone. His voice wavered a bit and he spoke like he was making it up as he went.

"So, there's been a slight change of plans." He let out a nervous laugh. "It's just me."

A murmur swept through the audience and I could already feel my hands grow clammy. A brief flash of panic made my stomach seize up. What if this was some final, cruel, 'fuck you' because I told him we were over? What if his fight with Jett was fake? What if-

Those thoughts disappeared instantly when Kendall ducked his head. He shifted his weight and cleared his throat. The stage was as much of a home for him as the ice and yet he looked uneasy. There was no way he could be faking this, especially on a literal public stage with his reputation. But still, my heart pounded erratically as he continued.

"This summer my friends and I toured with an incredibly talented opening act. We didn't get along at first but then I was lucky enough to get to know her, understand her." I knew him well enough to recognize the way his features had softened. It was an expression that was just for the two of us. "But then I did something stupid. I just want to take this chance, on our last day together, to say I'm crazy about you and that I'm sorry. I always will be."

It was eerily silent in the room. I could feel thousands of eyes on me, it was no secret who he was talking about. Crazier things had happened at award shows, Madonna kissed Britney, Kanye interrupted Taylor, James had confessed his feelings to Lucy, a boyband member had caught on fire once, and Kendall Knight had admitted his feelings to me in front of the world.

"I started this song after the Fourth of July."

Kendall stepped back from the microphone and started playing. Behind him, I recognized the guys' guitarist playing backup. His friends were nowhere to be found and it seemed like no one was going to stop him because he started singing.

"Counting stars, lying in the grass side by side, your head on my shoulder. We talk a lot about nothing much, every breath we're getting closer.

Just like that, I wasn't in Los Angeles in a dark theatre but on a blanket in Florida. We had spent the Fourth of July together, we talked about our childhoods as we laid there in the dark, watching fireworks burst over our heads. That was the night I realized that maybe the two of us would be good for each other. Things had been so simple then. It seemed like a different world compared to now.

"Parallel, in this universe. Do we light up our hearts to watch them burn?" His strumming picked up and his face was determined. He still didn't look up from his fingers. "Parallel, are we crossing lines? Maybe tonight the stars align."

I was never one to read too much into the idea of destiny or fate and neither was Kendall. However, I couldn't help but turn his words over in my head. Kendall and I had been in the background of each other's lives for years. Until this summer he had been nothing more than an acquaintance, the guy who's eyes lingered a bit too long when I visited my ex-boyfriend on set. He had been that one guy from that one boyband. We probably sat just rows away from each other at past award shows. So much had to go wrong for us to end up here.

If he and his friends hadn't been watching the right TV channel they wouldn't have known about the auditions. If James' voice hadn't cracked Kendall wouldn't have sung Girl to my Heart. If he wasn't so fucking stubborn they wouldn't have become Big Time Rush. He'd still be in Minnesota playing hockey. If I hadn't been stuck with my aunt maybe I wouldn't have wanted to escape Arizona so desperately. Had I not sent my demos out to labels, I wouldn't have been signed. And I hated to admit it, but if Jett hadn't filmed that night in the bathroom, I wouldn't have needed to make a comeback. Everything that happened had led to this moment. The stars had aligned in just the right way for Kendall and me to cross paths.

"What if the one who was meant for you was all along right in front of you?" His eyes found mine and he gave me that damn half-smile. "You just didn't see it was there all the time. I've got a feeling tonight that the stars align."

He was right. If someone had told me five months ago that I would be sitting here in tears over Kendall because I had feelings for him, I would have laughed. The day I met the guys to announce the tour I had been certain that Kendall and I would never get along. Never in a million years did I think that we'd be friends let alone someone I had been romantically involved with. And yet, my eyes burned as I watched him.

"Everything I want to say about you is more than enough to write a novel."

My pulse thrummed in my ears and my hands were shaking. People were turned around in their seats to look at me. I'm sure they were curious about what was happening right now and my relationship. But they were a soft blur in the background. All I could see was him and all he could see was me. He repeated the chorus and I pressed my hand to my mouth to try to stop myself from crying. Kendall had written countless songs about me, I heard several of them. But this was different, it was coming from someone with nothing to lose. He was laying all his cards on the table and making himself vulnerable because that's how much he cared. He wanted to make things up to me.

He reached the bridge and I could see the desperation twisting his features from here. His eyes were full of guilt, affection, and a small bit of excitement.

"I'd throw a rope around the moon and pull it close, whatever it takes to be with you." He tapped out a steady beat against the body of his guitar. "Maybe tonight the stars align."

Tears finally made their way down my face. Before Kendall went on stage for his award, he asked me if I had feelings for him. There hadn't been time to answer. But I was pretty sure my answer could go unspoken for the rest of time and he'd still know the truth. I had known I had feelings for him since that day we fell asleep together on the bus. When we had our first real kiss in the back of the music store it had been a long time coming.

"What if the one who was meant for you, was all along right in front of you? You just didn't see, it was there all the time."

His gaze met mine and for the millionth time this summer, there was undeniable electricity between us. He had put me through so much. Treating me poorly at the start of the tour, the bet, the pictures, telling me to end it, and I knew that. But he had also been the one to make me feel safe enough to have sex again, he defended me from angry parents and people on social media. He literally fought for me earlier today. Now, he was pouring his heart out to me in a grand gesture, in a way no one had ever done for me before.

So, of course, I had feelings for him.

"So, maybe tonight the stars align." He cleared his throat and was soft. "Thank you, for everything."

There was a moment of unsure silence as the final chords faded out. It was followed by applause. People loved a good a spectacle but it barely registered in my ears. Kendall gave me one last, hopeful smile before vanishing back behind the stage. Goosebumps had cropped up over my skin and I shuddered at the chill.

"Are you okay?" Liz's voice was somewhere in the background and her hand was on my shoulder. "Elle?"

When I turned my head the noise of the theatre was thunderous as it came into focus. I knew people would be talking about this, hijacking an award show to declare your feelings for someone was newsworthy. Color flushed my cheeks but I didn't care too much.

"Do you want to leave?"

My whole life had been nothing but running when things got hard. I snuck out of foster homes, I ditched the dry heat of Arizona the first chance I got, I hid from the spotlight after the Jett Incident, and I left New York before I had fully processed what had happened. I had spent my whole life fleeing at the first sign of trouble. But not anymore. I spoke around the lump in my throat. I was still crying but I was certain.

"I'm not going anywhere."

In the chaos of Kendall's performance and Liz making sure I was alright, I hadn't noticed it was my final category.

"And the Tween Choice Award for Best Album goes to... Elle Harper for It's Kind of a Long Story!"

I was taken aback and drew in a sharp breath. The cameras were on me as I hastily wiped at my cheeks and climbed to my feet. Liz wrapped her arms around me before sending me to the stage. My legs trembled as I walked down the aisle. The clapping rang in my ears and it was mostly a blur. My album, the comeback record that I thought would be marred by the drama of this summer had won. Kendall had sung on this very stage just moments ago. He asked me if I still had feelings for him. Jett sat mere feet away with a black eye. It was all too much. I gripped the podium with one hand and clutched my chest with the other.

"Holy..." I shook my head, my voice was shaky and my tearstained face was larger than life on the screen. "Wow."

I took a deep breath and started again.

"This album and summer were my second chance at doing what I love. The past few years have been a lot. It's kind of a long story." I chuckled a little bit at the pun. "The songs on this record are some of the most personal and vulnerable things I have ever written. This summer, this tour, has changed my life in so many ways. I want to thank my fans for sticking by me through everything. I want to thank my best friends James, Logan, and Carlos for believing in me no matter what. And I want to thank my manager Liz Mendez because she's my rock and my best friend and I couldn't have done any of this without her."

"And of course, I have to thank the person who inspired most of the songs on this album." I wiped a hand across my face and sniffed as more tears came out. "There was a time when I didn't think I'd be standing here. So this award means the world to me and I'm beyond grateful for all the support. I don't take any of this for granted. Thank you."

I took the rocket and walked towards the backstage area. The guys were waiting with hugs and apologies for the surprise performance but I didn't care about them. I shoved the award into one of their hands and pushed through the crowd. He was pacing and biting at his thumbnail. His thick brows were knitted as though he was deep in thought. When he saw me a flurry of emotions crossed over his face. Pride, guilt, and affection all pulled at his expression.

"I know you're probably pissed at me." His words were rushed and he held up his hands. "But this is the last time we'll see each other and-"

I didn't hear the rest of his explanation because I launched myself into his arms. My face was buried into the crook of his neck and I breathed him in. He smelled like early mornings on the bus and the safety and comfort that helped me sleep at night. It was familiar and I held onto him as I cried. He paused for a moment before bringing his arms around my waist. His hold was so tight that I could hardly breathe. But that might have also been the butterflies.

"Congratulations." He spoke into my hair. "You deserve this, you earned it."

I didn't say anything, I just held onto him like he was going to disappear if I let go. Memories and flashbacks swirled in my head. When this summer first started, I never expected my comeback to go this well. I hadn't expected to grow so much as an artist or as a person. I hadn't expected a lot of things.

Kendall was still talking and he leaned away so he could look at me. His smile was soft and his eyes were warm, the total opposites of the sneers and judgemental stares he had first treated me to.

"I'm so proud of you." He squeezed my arms and wiped my tears. "I love you, Eleanor."

I sniffled and swallowed hard. Again, I found my mind wandering to the idea of destiny. I thought of the events that had led me to this summer, the events that had led me to him. I thought of everything that had happened between us. I could still feel the unexpected tension that had been there when we wrote our song. The weight of his lips on mine when he kissed me in that dressing room still lingered. I remembered the game we had played night after night as we tried to outdo each other. I could still feel the alcohol in my veins from that night in the club when we confessed our feelings for each other. We were mere inches apart and I could feel the truth deep down in my bones.

I had been careful with my words my whole life. But now, standing here in front of him there was only one thing to say. I think I had known this for a long time. I had felt it that first night in Florida when I let him take my clothes off. The heat had been stifling and clung to our skin. I felt it in Minnesota when he carried me up the stairs to his old bedroom and we peeled off our wet clothes. It was obvious. It was the way we laid on a blanket together watching fireworks. It was the way he promised not to let me fall as we skated on the ice. It was why seeing him with Jo that day in New York had hurt so bad. It was how he was the only person I could fall asleep next too. My feelings were obvious and I had known that for a long time. I had spent my whole life running when things got hard but for once I was happy to stand still. Saying those words were as easy as breathing.

"I love you too." It came out as a whisper.

Kendall looked confused but the ghost of a smile pulled at his lips. His voice was a shaky laugh. "What?"

"I love you too, Kendall." It was firm this time and my heart was racing. "I love you."

Kendall's smile was wide when he pulled me into him. His arms were tight around me and he lifted me off my feet. His laugh was warm and when he set me down he held my face. I didn't dare to blink and risk missing a single second of him looking at me like I was his everything. Green eyes stared into brown and I could feel the electric in my fingertips. I don't know who closed the gap first but I kissed him hard. It was safe and familiar. So I finally gave in to the scent of his soap, mint, and cigarettes. My fingers tangled in his blonde hair and he cupped my face. The kiss was deep and full of history. It felt right. It felt like coming home.

We were in sync, it was as natural as the sun and the way the planets revolved around it.

AN: Elle loves him too! But I think we all knew that. Elle and Kendall obviously have a lot to work through but they're finally on the same page. My favorite parts were the red carpet exchange with Jo and Jett, and of course Kendall's performance and the final scene. What was yours? I know a lot of you were conflicted about Kendall and Elle so do you think they're making the right choice?

The next chapter is going to show the aftermath of the Tween Choice Awards and a glimpse into the future.

Also, I've officially started writing a prequel to this that will be called You Know We're Gonna Be Legends! I'm hoping to post chapter one as a sneak peek sometime this winter so if you still want to read more about Elle, keep an eye out.

Thank you so, so much for the support. Please let me know what you thought and chapter 40 will be up in December.

Stay tuned!