Hello :P It is the 23rd March and I am back to upload this for Shannon's birthday. I remember how this one came about. We were reminiscing on old ideas and she said that she'd love to read a story about this particular subject that we came up with a long time ago but I probably would never tackle it here. And after telling her I always wanted to write about it but didn't know how, I knew that I had to try for her birthday. So I wrote this! This is the friendship plus a bit more of James and Misty when they're a lot younger. It's often that friends fall together and face confusion along the way. This is a little bit of an insight into James and Misty's story. I hope you enjoy but especially you, boo!
Ages:
Misty: 18
James: 24
Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!
It was a bleak and miserable day in March. I was quickly beginning to shiver. My fur was becoming damp with the rain that was only just starting to fall. I felt a bit sick. I wanted to go home. But I couldn't. As my teeth began to chatter, I pulled away from burying my head into Misty's shirt and forced myself to look at her instead. And when I saw her staring straight ahead, her eyes threatening to pool with tears, I knew that I had to pull myself together and be as brave as she was being. We breathed out at the same time. I held my head a little shoulder. I had to be there. I had to be there. And after focusing all my priorities all over again, I was glad to be there for her.
The weather wasn't like it usually was. When Misty visited her mother's grave on Mother's Day, the sun was normally shining. The birds Pokémon were normally chirping. There was usually the smell of early spring in the air. But not that year. Not that year, no. The weather seemed to be as heartbroken as events that had befallen our small group in recent months. Misty sniffed and appeared to shake her head at herself, pulling her legs to her chest. She was noticing how different it was. And she was wishing that things were different. But they just weren't.
It was a tragic situation for anybody to go through. Losing a parent must've been hell. And then when you added the recent loss to both Ash and Misty's lives as well, it was most understandable that the rain was beginning to fall down on us both. It was most appropriate. It was almost welcomed. But it was sad it had to be that way.
Though I was right by her side, I got the feeling that for most of the part, the orange haired female wanted to be alone. Or maybe she felt that it would have been easier to be alone. Either way, both of those things were rendered impossible when I was the first one to pick up on the footsteps walking behind us.
Thanks to the rain that was still very light and intermittent but somehow even more telling, I could hear the squelching of boots on the grass as the person's feet carried them towards us. I could smell who it was before I even turned around. And from the shadows that the person was making against the grave from the sun trying its best to shine despite the slow downfall, I could tell that they were running a hand through their hair. He was running his hand through his hair. It was James.
I turned around momentarily and caught sight of him withholding a sigh before he simply came and sat behind us both. Of course, he was really there for Misty and wanting to be by her side and so he sat right behind her, his legs bent as they rested next to her hips. He leaned forward and pressed his chin against her shoulder. She still didn't turn around. So James just uttered simple words.
"Hey Munchkin." He mumbled to her and moved closer to her but apart from that, he didn't do much else. However I made sure that I was grateful when he moved one of his hands from squeezing the side of her shoulder to give me a gentle pat too. I breathed out. He was there for Misty, it was true. But he was around for me too. If I accepted his kindness, of course.
I couldn't tell if Misty was accepting it or not. And by looking at the lavender haired male for a couple of seconds, I don't think that he could tell either. But despite his youthfulness at that time and sometimes erratic behaviour, one of the things he was most strongly was patient. He just softly bit his lip and waited. He watched and he waited for his best friend to respond to him, pushing his strand from his eyes once again. And eventually she did. But when she spoke, she sent sadness and confusion into both of our hearts.
"Why isn't he here?" she asked in an almost mute tone, her eyes still fixed straight ahead at the gravestone in front of her and her eyes threatening to prick with tears. But they didn't come. They didn't come at all. It was like she had used them all up in the past month or two. I moved closer to her side when James thought the same thing as I.
"Uh…" he breathed out in confusion and glanced at the back of her head before he tilted his own to study the gravestone instead. Lynne Williams was the name that it read. It was Mother's Day and she was visiting the place where she sadly felt the most connected to the person who had given her life. James glanced at me to make sure that we were thinking the same thing. We were but I felt unable to look back at him.
The lavender haired male looked away. He had to figure it out himself. He had to wonder why she was asking for a "he" rather than a "she". Fortunately for him and fortunately for the concern that was growing in my own belly when I rested my cheek against Misty's, she had more quiet words to say. They clarified a bit.
"Why didn't he follow me?" Misty asked in that same tone but after doing so, that time her eyes finally dropped away from the slab of stone which was the closest thing to staring at her mother's face. She looked down at the wet grass below instead. She found herself shutting her eyes. She found her hands keeping far away from both James and I. Her fingers balled into fists.
And while my eyes filled with worry and sadness for her and I got a lump in my throat, James somehow seemed to understand. He nodded his head slowly and his brow furrowed but he replied to her as gently and as honestly as he could.
"He asked if he should come with you, Munchkin. He always comes with you." The lavender haired male spoke of my best friend and for once, the mention of him made me fill with even more emptiness. They were usually there and by Misty's mothers side and together. Not that time. James tried his best not to frown about that. He tried to remain unbiased. "He would've come with you."
"Then why didn't he? Why isn't he here?" the orange haired female asked and it was that that finally filled her eyes with tears, I could tell. Though her eyelids were still shut, the way that they flicked and the way that her nostrils flared almost desperately said it all. And after saying these words, she eyes opened to properly reveal her tears. She turned back and her eyes focused hard on James while she questioned. "Why is he with his own mom instead? Why isn't he here?"
"He isn't here because you told him you wanted to be alone, Misty." James reminded in a calm and level tone though I was certain (or I was hoping) that he felt as uneasy seeing her as distressed as she was as I was. He was clearly doing a little bit better at dealing with it than I was. While I rested my cheek further on her stomach and shut my own eyes as I too wondered why Ash wasn't there, though it was silly, James managed to keep composed. But he did look down at the ground himself. "He's with his mother because you told him not to come."
And it was strangely this that caused Misty's eyes to fill with even more tears, rather than her own words and rather than all the losses that she was dealing with. She frowned towards the ground. She sniffed rather stubbornly. She tried to move away from her lavender haired best friend but he didn't let her go. And after holding back onto her shoulders for a few more seconds and resting his forehead against her back, the orange haired female sighed. She sighed loudly. But she spoke vulnerably. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand.
"He… He should know that everything that I told him meant that I wanted to be with him…" Misty muttered but she shut her eyes as even she understood how contradictory her sentence sounded. But lucky for her, I understood. And I guess that James did as well, judging by the way that he didn't say anything and he didn't sigh and he just stayed pressed against her. The orange haired female started picking at the wet pieces of grass, some of them sticking to her hand. She looked at James all over again as she asked, frowning once more. "Why isn't he here? Why was he so happy to let me come here alone? Why didn't he make a big deal out of it when I left? Why isn't he here? Why-"
"I'm here." The lavender haired male told his best friend and for the first time since he sat down, his voice rose just a little bit. And because he had been so quiet up until that moment, Misty's teary eyes widened just a bit. James wasn't deterred. James wasn't afraid. He just stared right back at her. His voice may have become just a little bit louder but it was his expression that spoke the most volumes. He was frowning. His jaw was clenching. But his eyes were watering. They were filled with empathy and they were watering.
I started to feel a little bit bad for him but I didn't move away from Misty's side. After she looked at her best friend for a couple of seconds more and saw the look of desperation in his own face, she looked away again. But as she did so, her own mouth shut and she nodded her head very subtly. Her eyes flickered. That was it. That was enough. That said everything she needed to say. Yes. Yes, James was right. He was there. And I was too.
And though it was completely understood, Misty was being a little bit ungrateful. So by moving back towards the lavender haired male and pressing her back against his chest and reaching to cup my cheek while the other rested against her, she made things right. Wordlessly, she made things right. We accepted her apology.
We both went back to looking at the gravestone ahead of us all. It had stopped raining and the sun was still trying its best to come out. But it was feeling the same way as Misty. It was feeling like it couldn't look at anyone, let alone touch anyone. The orange haired female breathed out while the rest of us remained completely silent. We remained completely silent and thoughtful. But eventually, Misty uttered everything that was on our minds. And she did so with a bit of a bitter head shake.
"Why is this happening? Tell me, why is this happening?" Misty asked and her voice came out rather harshly but we knew it was because she was fighting against the hoarseness in her throat. She shook her head again – that time towards herself – and leaned forward to bury her head in her hands. Her shoulders slumped. Even the gentle touch of James couldn't encourage them back up, let alone my nose nuzzling against the material of her shirt. "Just… Just tell me why, James? Why isn't it enough that I don't have a father around but I don't have a mother too?"
The way that Misty asked both of these things filled my heart with pain for her and I hoped that James felt the same way. Unfortunately, I couldn't be sure with the way that he decided to come out what he did next. Maybe he was just trying to lighten the mood.
"You can have mine…" he told her and he briefly stopped resting his forehead against her back to look at her back instead. She wasn't turning back to him so she couldn't look at his face. I was very much looking at his face. And I was shaking my head. There was a time and a place for everything! But thankfully for the situation, though the sun actually did start trying to come out even harder as if it was admiring James' bravery, Misty barely noticed.
She was too caught up. She was too caught up in her own feelings. She was too caught up in expressing things on her mind. And then James and I were back on the same page again when we were welcoming everything that she had to say.
"Not only do I have no parents around… But I lost that baby. I lost that baby who was such a surprise but so welcome too. It was there. It was right there inside my belly. And now it's gone. James, it's gone. And what am I supposed to do?" Misty asked vulnerably and her head went back to burying in her hands. And though she didn't obviously cry or make any sniffing noises, it was obvious that she was breaking down. Her shoulders began to shake. Her stomach began to shiver against her nose. She then threatened to hyperventilate. James didn't hesitate to step in.
"I… I know, Munchkin, I know. Believe me, I know it…" he told her, and his quiet and thoughtful tones came back as he wrapped his arms around her stomach, making sure not to invade my territory. He moved closer to her, his legs almost wrapping around her as he continued to hug her from behind. He shut his eyes and he breathed out, his head moving to bury in the back of her neck. A deeply empathetic and understanding frown took over his face. "It's the worst… It's the worst pain in the world but I'm here to help you get through it. I know you feel stuck and overwhelmed and confused right now but that's just today. Better days are coming, believe me. And I will be here for all of them."
I had a little bit of respect for James when I heard these words but I was far too distracted by burying my head even closer to Misty's empty belly while it quivered and I wrapped my paws around her too. She didn't seem to mind. I knew that she didn't mind. But she did, however, seemed to mind when as she openly began to make crying noises, James moved even closer to her and started running his hands up and down her arms. He buried his head further against her and whispered "shh, shh" while she cried.
Out of nowhere, she removed her hands from her face and pushed the lavender haired male away from her.
"S… Stop it, James. You can't just do that. You can't…" she told him brokenly and James was left confused and hurt as his bottom landed on the wet grass and he looked over at her. She looked over at him back, fiercely wiping her eyes. She was trying to be brave. She was trying to be assertive. She was trying to be strong. In my eyes, she was every one of these things. But in her own mind, she was pitifully failing. She felt even more overwhelmed when she saw James' big green eyes looking back at her. "D-Don't look at me like that! Both you and Ash are the same. You can't just kiss me or hold me and expect all of this hurt to go away. It's not that easy! It's not that easy, James."
"I… I know it's not, Munchkin. Believe me, I know it's not…" he mumbled out, out of habit but he was starting to swallow as he continued managing to look at his best friend. Deep inside, he was very hurt with the way that she reacted towards him. But he also knew that she couldn't be judged. He had been in the exact same position as her after all. And perhaps, reminding her of that was making things worse. James looked down and cleared his throat. Misty's expression crumpled as she suddenly feared that she would truly be left without both of her boys. But luckily for her, in a paradoxical kind of way, James was deeply loyal. "I… I don't expect anything that I do or say to help you at all. Time is the only true friend in times like these. But that's not going to stop me from trying, is it?"
And in that instance, I had to try very hard not to get bitter towards James' choice of words and actions when, after he attempted to straighten himself out and hold her all over again, she pushed him away a second time and me too. She moved closer towards the grave. She almost curled up into a ball.
"Just… Just stop all of you. Just stop both of you…" she muttered out and she couldn't look at any one of us. My heart sank. My heart seemed to sink very low into the ground. I had to use all of my might not to leap into the orange haired female's arms and cling onto her. She continued to shake while she managed to speak more words. "I'm going to lose you like I've had to lose them. So you might as well go now. Go right this minute."
"Of all the things in the world, Misty, you are not going to lose me." The lavender haired male found it almost effortless to say these words to our best friend and I was forced to be filled with respect as well as sadness. He paused for a few seconds before he bit the bullet and encouraged Misty to stop curling up into a ball. He moved behind her once more and really took a chance by wrapping his arms around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder. He reminded her. "C'mon we've both had plenty of reasons in the last few years to walk away from each other and we haven't, have we? Why would I do that today? Why would I do that now? I wouldn't."
Misty swallowed. She felt like she didn't deserve him to be saying all of these words to her after she shoved him lightly onto the wet grass so still didn't look at him. And maybe this was for the best with by the way that James hugged her tighter and continued resting his chin against her, he used his finger to draw patterns on her back. And his eyes filled up with sincere tears as he said more of what he truly wanted to say. He almost whispered.
"You know… You know I would do anything for you right now. Anything at all. I would kiss the pain away if I could…" he mumbled to her and because he was surprised when it was these words that finally made Misty glance back at him, he looked away briefly and knew he had to embellish them before they pushed her away from him even more. But he soon looked back at her. And he earnestly smiled with tears in his eyes. He couldn't lie to her. "I would do anything. I would laugh the pain away with you if I could. Believe me, I would do anything. I would do anything."
"Do it then." Misty mumbled and she was finally able to look up at him. When the lavender haired male's eyes were filled with tears, her seemed to be able to dry away. I guess that they almost balanced each other out. I knew I had to accept this when I was able to cuddle Misty all over again. She continued, breathing out and pushing her hair from her eyes. She seemed to shrug. "Make me laugh like you always do. It's unfair that we both don't have a mom and a kid on this Mother's Day so we might as well spend it together."
And the orange haired female contradicted her wistful words by reaching out and briefly squeezing the lavender haired male's hands. This seemed to dry his tears as well before he breathed out and they filled with them all over again. He was getting a chance. He was getting a chance to help the person that he admired so deeply to be filled with strength all over again. And he was certainly going to take it.
After wrapping his arms around her for a few more seconds, his legs took him up off the ground and he stood over her. He then reached his hand out to her to help her onto her feet too. After squeezing her hand, he encouraged me to hop on her shoulder and join them both. I just had to comply. For many, many reasons I had to comply. But the reason that stood out most of all was that I wanted to be there to see Misty smile all over again. And along with James, I would do anything to see that happen.
"You're coming with me." The lavender haired male told his best friend and he squeezed her hand before he suddenly started half-sprinting with her out of the church grounds. Straight away, the orange haired female was forced to gasp and even encouraged to giggle a little bit, though it was mostly unsurely. But she didn't stop herself from running along with her best friend. She ran with him and me all through the wet grass, her mind starting to be filled with curiosity all over again rather than heartache. They both came to a stop when they both saw James' trusty vehicle of choice resting up against the gothic gates of the graveyard. "Get on."
James encouraged the orange haired female with a smile and though he wanted to hold onto her far more than he was doing so, he just simply kept hold of her hand. He tugged on it lightly to gesture for her to get onto his motorcycle. She gave him a bit of a look and wordlessly wondered how he had arrived riding that thing without her hearing at all. He just responded wordlessly back and shrugged. But most of all, he smiled. And then Misty didn't hesitate to get on.
Her hand went back to my cheek as her way of including me too and making sure that I was happy before she hopped onto the seat while still holding James' hand. He didn't let it go even after he climbed on instead. And then he reached behind him for both of Misty's hands and wrapped them around his stomach like he had previously been doing before. And she held onto him like she always did when they rode his motorcycle together.
James didn't even need to ask her if she was ready. He knew that he was. After reaching back one more time and squeezing her side and even reaching back to pat my other cheek and me not shrugging him away, he took off with the orange haired female. And together we rode away from the graveyard, all of us listening to the gentle hum of the vehicle that it always made for us.
But of course, it was mainly James and Misty who were together. They rode his motorcycle away from the graveyard. And though they didn't forget the person that they had left behind there and the memory of other people too, they rode onward to better things.
After only a few seconds of riding with her best friend and the lavender haired male taking her down the country road leading away from the church grounds, Misty let out a sigh and held onto him tighter. She couldn't deny herself from being overtaken with a smile. She was rather hesitant to let that happen because she was afraid of feeling sad all over again and it being even worse for her. But when she was with her best friend and when she looked at him, she knew that she couldn't be anything but stronger and braver and more carefree.
And he felt the same way as her. When he was by Misty's side, he felt so youthful and it felt so free. It was almost a bit of a secret because he didn't express it with words much at all but the responsibilities of recent years had a habit of dragging him down every so often. Kids. Marriage. A new business. Everything had gone well for him so quickly. And strangely that caused him to sabotage it a bit.
But when he was with Misty, none of that mattered. Together, they were youthful and they were free. They were fearless. They were full of ambition. But my thoughts of those two seemed to be contradicted by what happened next!
All of a sudden and out of nowhere, the massive clapping sound of thunder could be heard. It caused the lavender haired female to jump while riding his motorcycle and Misty to properly laugh behind him. Really, she really laughed. And it was a wonderful sound to hear. It made James not jump a second time when the thunder clapped all the more and lightning started to appear in the sky.
"Don't worry, you're not going to blast off into it this time." She told him teasingly and she wrapped her arms further around him. She rested her chin against his leather jacket and found herself looking up at the sky. James of course focused on the road but Misty looked up along with me and saw a flash of lighting streaking the sky. She couldn't help but tease him all the more. "You only have to worry if it hits Pikachu. Otherwise he might wreck your bike as well as my own!"
And upon hearing this, I purposely made my cheeks sparkle for good measure. And paired with this, the thunder boomed once more and James momentarily and comically turned to look behind at us both with wide eyes. He didn't like that idea at all! He tried to focus on the road and riding with Misty carefully but soon enough, the worry of thunder and lightning started to get more prominent. I made my cheeks stop sparkling when the rain started to fall on us and it started to fall on us hard.
The lavender haired male shook his head while he rode, trying to get the rain out of his face. Misty reached one hand away from being wrapped around him and started trying to wipe his face dry from behind without poking him in the eye. She failed.
"Ow!" he called out in another comical sort of way and after Misty's apologetic gasps were filled with giggles and I snickered a bit as well, I began being bold and made my cheeks crackle again by my way of a warning. The lavender haired male shook his head and suddenly turned his motorcycle down a different path. This as well as the rain splashing down on the orange haired female's face made her gasp. She held onto James tighter, trying to blink the water from her eyes. "Sorry I'm going to have to take a detour. This rain combined with Pikachu's cheeks do not spell out happy ending. Besides, I need to get you home in one piece."
Misty smiled. A little bit of me worried that she would be left with disappointment which would turn to sadness after her and James' little spontaneous fun came to an end but after studying them both, I knew I didn't have to worry. After studying the orange haired female, I knew that I didn't have to worry much at all.
In her eyes, anything with the lavender haired male was an adventure. She liked the person that he was when they were together. And he liked the person that he was when he was around her, too.
The lavender haired male continued turning and continued riding. The orange haired female didn't seem to have a clue where he was going. But she trusted him. And unlike his days in Team Rocket (for most of the part) James could be trusted and he knew exactly where he was going. He rode Misty back to the church grounds but it was a separate part to where they had been sitting before. There was not a grave in sight. It was very sheltered. It was very peaceful. It was very secluded.
With the rain dripping down all of our faces, the lavender haired male skilfully and carefully rode his motorcycle to the end of the path and parked it up. He got off first but it was only to assist the orange haired female with getting off also. He showed that he really was doing everything in his power to make sure she was okay by making sure that her skirt didn't get caught in the chains. Or maybe that was just James. Maybe I was finally seeing him in the light that he was meant to be seen in – someone who would do nothing to harm anyone and wanted nothing in return.
Misty smiled gratefully when her best friend helped her off his motorcycle and then she was forced to gasp all over again when he tugged on her hand once more. And he ran with her. He ran with us both. He took the orange haired female to the biggest tree that was shielding all of the other ones and he tugged her under it with him. They were still drenched. They were still drenched with rain but they were laughing.
They started to pant together at how adventurous they had been and they flopped on the wet floor. But they didn't mind when they got even wet. And they didn't mind when they even started to get a little bit muddy.
But for once, I did! I took a skilful and large jump to reside in the branches of the tree to keep properly dry while those two laughed together and stayed on the floor. They stayed in the wet. They stayed in the mud. They didn't care.
The orange haired female rolled closer towards her lavender haired best friend and sat with him. She reached out and squeezed some of the wet out of his hair and he just smiled back at her. I lied. I actually lied. Misty did care. Misty did care. Misty cared so much. She cared about James.
And after he playfully shook his hair in her face to get her drenched all the more, she took the opportunity of briefly holding his shoulders and looking at him. She often found it hard to say what was on her mind but when she was looking at people that she loved, it came tumbling out of her. And it happened when she looked at James.
"Just… Just thank you, James. Thank you for sitting with me. And thank you for making me feel tonnes better. But most of all, thank you for reading between the lines. I don't know what I would've done without you today."
That was sweet. I had to admit that that was sweet. I watched from being perched up in the tree and licking my fur dry. Needless to say, the lavender haired male didn't say much upon hearing his best friend's sincere words. But he accepted them.
He ducked his head shyly before looking back at her, simply continuing to smile. He contradicted his acceptance by shaking his head. But he briefly reached his own hand out to her face. And he told her with no hint of a lie.
"I told you, Munchkin, I would do absolutely anything to make all of this pain go away for you. I would do anything at all." He reminded her and as his hands travelled away from her face, before they went back down to his sides, Misty grabbed hold of them. She held them. And she almost vulnerably looked back at her best friend. She gave him permission.
"Well… Do it then." She told him for the second time that day and I watched as the lavender haired male's eyes flickered to a particular place on her face. But they didn't linger there. He knew not to push it too far. And the truth was, he felt what he intending on doing next was not only far more appropriate but heartfelt as well.
James nodded his head and stayed on the ground with Misty. Rain was starting to fall on them all over again as it managed to make its way through the trees but neither of them cared. The lavender haired male pulled the orange haired female close to him. He wrapped his arms around her. And he hugged her. He hugged her so tight. In fact, as I watched, I believed that it was tighter than he had ever hugged her before.
Their bodies pressed against each other. They melted against one and other. James buried his face into Misty's neck while he comforted her with his touch and he breathed out against her. She didn't do anything. To my eyes, she didn't do anything at all. But from James' point of view, she did everything.
He picked up on the way that her body moved. He picked up on the way that her body relaxed against him. He picked up on the way that her hand went to the back of his pushed back hair. With his heart hammering in his chest, he pulled away from the hug. He pulled away from the hug and looked into his best friend's eyes instead.
She looked right back at him. Her gaze was filled with vulnerability and innocence but certainty too. James picked up on every little bit of this. They crouched down together like they were still astride his motorbike and slowly and almost shakily, the lavender haired male's hand reached out and he tucked a wet, loose strand of hair that was stuck to Misty's face and put it back behind her ear. And then he leaned in. The orange haired female did too. They both leaned in and they kissed.
It was a soft and sweet kiss and they melted even further into one and other. Their hands both reached for each other's and their fingers entwined as they shared just one kiss. And it wasn't exactly a true love's kiss but it was one that was full of meaning too.
For without that kiss and without the feelings that they shared together, they wouldn't be on the path that led to a highly enriched future for them both. It was meant to happen. Their diversion was meant to happen. And they could never regret it. Though they never ended up properly together, they enjoyed their time and emotions together. And in fact, after years passed, everybody else looked back on it with acceptance too. Because it made everyone be with who they were truly meant to be with and make those bonds stronger too.
But the strongest bond of all was James and Misty's. They went up against love and loss and friendship and pain and confusion. But they did it together. Every step of the way, they did it together. They were each other's puzzle piece. They fit together. They didn't end up together. But they ended up completing each other's picture instead.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 This was challenging to write. It was a challenge to write James and Misty when they were a lot younger and more "problematic". It was almost quite sad to write Misty mourning over her parents, as well as her lost unborn child of course. But it made me happy too because I know she has happier endings. James and Misty have a happy ending too. Though a little bit of confusion ensues after this kiss and feelings continue to arise for one and other, they do end up in the long run with Jessie and Ash respectively. I know it's a little controversial topic but it is what it is. I like my stories to be real life. And from my point of view, James and Misty's confusion along the way certainly doesn't take away from the fact that in later years they are deeply loyal and wonderful best friends. In fact, for Shannon and I it contributes as to why they're so strong - as well as why everyone else's relationships are strong also :3 Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed but especially you, Shay! And I will be back either on Wednesday or on the 28th with Dear Daddy - depends how many stories I have available to upload! See you soon :P
AmyBieberKetchum signing out x