I Wanna Dream – 8.31 – Back To Storybrook

After leaving the diner I took a taxi to one of the parks, trying to shake off the anger. The hurt. After walking for about forty minutes I got another taxi home, rubbing my forehead, feeling very defeated. Whether Kiley had used me during our year together or not didn’t change the fact she had gone in knowing the prediction and hadn’t told me.

I threw cash at the driver and stormed up to my apartment. “SAM!” I yelled as I shoved the door open, wondering if he had known. “SA–shit.”

Kiley looked up at me from where she sat on our sofa. Sam lounged next to her. Kiley had obviously been crying. I hesitated in the doorway then stepped in, slamming the door behind me; Kiley jumped. “What are you doing here?”

“You left before I could tell you some rather important information,” Kiley sniffled, getting to her feet. “Very important information.”

“What, telling me again that you didn’t use me?” I asked. Sam raised his eyebrows but remained silent. “Well?”

“It’s not your baby. Watcher! I didn’t even realize you thought that until you said those things and left!” Kiley stepped towards me, glaring at me with her puffy eyes. “If I had realized you’d think that it would have been the first thing I said!” She put a hand over her swell. “I’m three months in, and as far as I know you and I most certainly did not have sex in late June.”

She stood before me, nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. My eyes glanced back down at her belly then back up to her face. Three months. “I th-thought you were… four months in…” My voice squeaked. I felt a bit bad for jumping to the assumption, but after what she had told me I just–how could–I…??

“No. I–I’ve been so obsessed with the exact dates of everything involving this baby, I guess I just didn’t think about the fact you wouldn’t know the dates. That was super stupid of me, sorry. I’m sorry. Apollo…whatever you think of me right now, I swear to you if you were the father I would have called you the minute I found out. I do care about you.”

I looked past her at Sam. He gave me a shrug then disappeared into his room. “I’m not the father…?” I asked, just to be sure.

“You’re not. My–uh, boyfriend is.” She closed her eyes. “His name is Zeus.”

“A Greek god.”

“And the father of my baby.”

I trudged past her so I could sit down, rubbing my forehead. Man talk about a roller coaster. A tiny part of me felt a bit disappointed I wouldn’t be a father but that tiny part quickly dissipated as relief flooded through me. I would have been there every step of the way and done my hardest to be a good father but dang I was glad I wasn’t going to have a kid yet.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I really am.” Kiley’s words floated around me as my mind kept whirling around the fact she wasn’t having my baby. “As much as I thought you were the one who would give me this gift, I never in a million years would have done it like–like putting holes in a condom. I had sex with you because I wanted you as a person, to fulfill my physical needs, not fulfill some prediction.”

I remained silent, not sure what to say now. Even though she wasn’t pregnant with my kid it didn’t change the fact she had used me in a sense, even if that’s not what she meant to do she still sorta did by not telling me in the first place. I still felt enraged about that.

Kiley sat down next to me. “Apollo, th–there’s something else. Telling you everything was the main reason I came to see you however there’s a second reason too.”

Not right now, please. “What is it?” I couldn’t hide the weariness from my voice. It had all been too much already. What else could there be? Kiley didn’t speak. Finally I looked up and saw tears going down her cheeks. My anger faded a bit despite me wanting to remain pissed off. “What’s wrong?”

“The vision you had,” she whispered, her voice cracking a bit. “Remember? The one you had whenever we screwed?” I nodded, as it was one of the few visions that I could remember, the same as the other intimate visions I had. Then I sat straight up. My mouth opened but no sounds came out. Kiley burst into louder tears. “I don’t know what to do, I’m so sc-scared! I th-thought I could handle it b-b-but last night he… he…”

She gave a loud hiccup then slowly pulled her shirt up like a curtain to reveal dark bruises spread across her swollen stomach.

“I’m so stupid, Apollo.” She fell against me, hands twisting into my shirt as her tears soaked my shoulder. “I don’t know what to do-o-o! I thought, I thought–and he just–I tried to–and he just–“

“Shh, shh, hey shhh, it’ll be okay, you’ve done the right thing getting away from him,” I said, rubbing her back gently. Very gently, in case there were bruises there too. “You’re not going back.”

“What am I g-going to do? I can’t just drop my job! I have no money, no where to go!”

“You’re coming here,” I answered without even thinking. The anger throbbed but I would deal with that later. Kiley needed help right now. No matter how I felt about her, I couldn’t leave her in the dark to go risk that guy getting to her again. “As long as Sam’s okay with it,” I added quickly. “I’m sure we can find a job for you at LWD. Or you could come back to Storybrook with us, we were going to be moving back soon.”

Kiley pulled back to stare at me. “D-do you… mean it? I thought you’d hate me now.”

“I might be pissed off at you–okay extremely pissed off, like seriously what the hell, Kiley?! But you’re still my friend.” I wanted to put my hand on her shoulder but didn’t want to scare her. “I’ll go talk to Sam if you want, yeah?”

She thought for a few seconds then slowly nodded.

*

Sam of course agreed and before we knew it Kiley moved in with us. We only had two rooms in the apartment so I moved into Sam’s bedroom, giving Kiley the smaller bedroom for herself. Ms. Rutkowski agreed to meet Kiley and after a couple of days hired her as a temporary assistant secretary. Kiley wanted to come back to Storybrook whenever we moved there.

At first Kiley refused our offers of financial help but gave in when she decided she couldn’t ever go back to to her place to get her clothes. “You can pay us back later,” Sam said dismissively. Because of my ‘second job’ we weren’t too worried about spending money on Kiley to help her out. She bought a couple of outfits to tide her over until her first paycheck, and we also bought her some things for her room like sheets and a blanket.

As September turned to October and the autumn weather hit us I began to slowly forgive her. Part of me would always be hurt but I understood her side of things. We talked about it now and again. She told me how confused she had been when she started feeling attracted to me, and how conflicted when we started going out.

She also started talking about her ex-boyfriend. She had met him at a club one night and went to bed with him that night. They started dating and it didn’t take long for her to get pregnant as neither used protection; he just didn’t care whether they did or not. After she became pregnant he started getting angrier. He’d come home drunk, blamed her for every little thing, and then started beating her. When he found out she had made plans to meet with an old friend (me) he hit her in the stomach and that had been the last straw for her.

She remained terrified of him and every time the phone rang or someone walked in the hall outside she jumped and tried to hide, afraid it was Zeus.

October turned to November and the three of us decided to move to Storybrook in December. Sam and I were ready. We were grateful for my brother for the help he gave us but Sam didn’t think he could stand being in the big city another day, and I missed my family too much. Kiley wanted to go too, since Storybrook was farther away from where her ex resided.

*

By the time we made the move we had found a small place to live. Part of a duplex. Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen/dining area, bathroom, and a small storage/laundry room. Babies allowed.

We finished up our jobs at Lucy’s Wedding Dreams, helping train our replacements. I finished up my, uh, side work in Bridgeport. Ashley was very upset when she found out I’d be moving. She really wanted to experience seeing me have a psychic vision. She tried offering me more money for one and I put the money back in her hands, trying to explain for the hundredth time that my visions didn’t work that way.

Well, she sort of took the news as a challenge and tried to hire me for as many dates as possible. She certainly, er, did her best and after each of our dates I was completely worn out. I guess her idea to get me to have a vision was to be more vigorous. My visions weren’t triggered and by the time Moving Day rolled around I hadn’t had a single vision in her presence. And while I had plenty of visions at home asleep, the one night she convinced me to stay the night and sleep at her place I had zero. Just bad luck I guess.

Of course Kiley grew curious as to why I was never home on the weekends. Not feeling like telling her the truth I just went with the whole ‘lots of dates’ lie (half lie, technically). She gave me a look then bust up laughing. “Okay sure,” she replied, patting my arm. What the hell did that mean?!

The night before we moved I went out for a big dinner with Piotr. It felt good to spend time with my brother, just the two of us. We had grown closer in the months I spent in Bridgeport. I remembered the time Eirene had visited him and how jealous I had felt at the time. Did Arty feel jealous? I hoped she’d be able to have some time with him one day.

“I’m going to miss hanging out with you,” Piotr said after he drove me home. He had come up into the apartment so he could say goodbye to my friends too.

I gave my brother a big hug. “I’m gonna miss you too, so you better come visit me.”

Now seemed the perfect time for him to give me a noogie–like Arty would have–but Piotr wasn’t like that. He just adjusted his glasses and promised to visit as soon as he could.

*

“Poliwagggg!” Grandpa threw his arms around me, hugging tightly. “I’ve missed you! You look so much older!”

I laughed. “Grandpa, it’s only been a few months.”

“Too long. Your grandfather’s missed you too. Oh, be quiet, you have too. Stop scowling at your grandson!” Grandpa swatted the air. “That is rude.”

I shook my head. I wanted to argue about all my time spent at school but counting the days I realized I technically had stayed a few weeks longer in Bridgeport than any of my semesters at Hunter’s had been.

“Pollo!!!” Angel came running over and I scooped her up in my arms, tickling her. “Pollo, I missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!” I buried my face against her neck and blew raspberries. She squealed and began kicking. “Next month I won’t be able to pick you up as easily.”

“Nuh-uh, you’ll always be able to pick me up! That’s what big brothers do.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Part of me would never be able to believe the fact my baby sister would be five in just over a month. I had missed out on almost her entire babyhood, toddlerhood. I gave her another close hug, grateful to be back in her life for good now. Grateful to be back with all my family. Bridgeport had been nice. Family was infinitely better.

Sam and I joined the household for dinner that night. Kiley had been invited along but she declined, not feeling up to anything too big after an exhausting day. Her feet and ankles were swollen making it difficult for her to get around and she had ‘freaking constipation’, as she put it. So we didn’t press her to come to my family’s dinner.

Artemis wasn’t there though, as she was taking classes at a fancy forensics college a few hours away. She’d be gone most of the winter break. Still it was great having a dinner with my family. Sam and I talked a lot about Bridgeport and after dinner he took Eirene out for a drive on his motorcycle. Which of course brought up some eyebrows to my amusement. Not to my amusement was after we were done cleaning up and the conversation turned to ideas of what I could do as employment.

“I could see if the firm is hiring,” Dad suggested.

I tried not to groan. “Daaaad. I’ll be fine. I’ll find work.” Actually I already had work. Two dates over the weekend and hopefully soon I’d be going out fairly regularly. I snorted, wondering what Dad would say, of how he’d react. Being back here around my family made me feel a little more than embarrassed at the idea of–of doing this. I wondered how I’d feel on the dates, whether I’d be as okay professionally dating at home as I was in Bridgeport. As long as nobody found out.

The next couple days were spent getting the house settled into and spending plenty of time with my family. I went over every day to play with Angel and Grandpa. I also spent plenty of time making sure Kiley felt okay. She seemed to be doing worse. Really tired, very achy… I kinda wanted her to go see a doctor but she refused.

“I’ll just rest more, that’s all the doctor will tell me to do anyway,” she said, shaking her head. “Besides. I need to rest plenty so I can start looking for a job on Monday.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’ll just have to go on maternity leave soon. You’re due in a couple months. There’s not much point in looking right now.”

Kiley’s face went red. “I’m not gonna be some damn freeloader! Oof.” She slumped back down. “You’re not my boss.”

I sighed. “You’re right, I can’t stop you. But it won’t be easy finding a job.”

“I’m still going to look.” Her eyes glittered angrily over her swollen belly. “What about you? Where are you planning on applying to?”

“Oh, I dunno, I’ll, uh, find someplace.”

*

My dates went great. The first one wanted the boyfriend deal. Romance, dancing, champagne, me helping her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. My second date pretty much just wanted the bedroom deal. Either way, they were both happy which made me happy and my wallet a bit thicker. Was that a bit conniving of me? I put half the money in my bank account and spent the other half on food. Really nice food. Thick steaks, expensive spices, gourmet ice cream. Kiley squealed when she saw the carton and ate through half of it before I could even put it away.

Over the next week Kiley spent all her time in bed or on the couch. She grew wearier and achier as each day passed and finally agreed to go see a doctor. Who told her to get plenty of bed rest (and when she told me she added an ‘I told you so’). Sam and I fussed over her to make sure she didn’t want for anything. Often she’d start crying saying how she didn’t deserve friends like us.

I know she still felt afraid of her ex. One time I lost my temper at the landlord and I ranted about him to Sam. When my voice rose, Kiley shrank back on the couch and went very pale. When she began trembling I realized what was wrong. I quickly stopped shouting and retreated to my room to let my temper cool. Once I managed to do that I returned to the living room and tended to Kiley to make sure she was okay without bringing her reaction to attention. A few days later I got mad again but instead of ranting I kept my mouth shut and hid once again in my room. Patient Sam never had to worry about that.

Reeny came over often and grew pretty close to Kiley. I often came home to find the two of them sitting together, laughing about something or other. Though Reeny spent more time with Sam, and it didn’t surprise me when she offered him a job at her garage which he accepted immediately.

“I don’t know as much about cars as Reeny does but I can learn,” Sam explained when I asked him.

So Sam worked at the garage, Kiley miserably lounged in the living room, and I went out pretty much every night. Watcher, the money! I danced, flirted, whispered, caressed, kissed, and screwed my way into more money than I thought I could make doing those things. By the time January began I already had regulars. One of them I went out with on New Years Eve. A woman in her fifties with diamonds on her ears and a desire to feel twenty again, which I was able to do. She not only paid my fee but also gave me extra so I could buy fancy clothes to wear when we went out.

My visions came to me at a fairly regular pace. I always felt afraid when I went on a date, that we’d be out and I’d fall flat on my face shouting about some horrors; thankfully the two times I had visions while on a date they didn’t happen in public. Also thankfully neither time my visions didn’t freak out my dates. The second one seemed very interested and asked me many questions about my visions.

“I knew this happened but it’s so cool to actually see it,” he said, staring intently into my solid green eyes. “How long does this last?”

“Oh, I dunno, random times I guess,” I mumbled, rubbing my temples, trying not to feel too awkward. “The longer the vision the longer my eyes last like this.”

“How long’s been your longest vision?”

“Uh. I dunno. I don’t really time these things. Sometimes it feels like they last hours and I come to after only a minute or two.” I accepted the beer that Randall offered and I took a quick swig. “They’re not all nice,” I added quickly, since the one I had just had was of a beautiful wedding. “Most of them are pretty horrific.”

“What happens when you have a bad one?”

“Um. What do you mean?”

Randall moved closer, his wrinkled forehead wrinkling even more. “Do you do anything about them? Try to warn people?”

“No. Uh, no. I can’t… I mean, I’ve never tried.” I gripped the beer bottle, not liking this feeling. “It’s hard. I don’t know if I can even change what I see.” The memory of Aunt Lumie’s funeral popped in my head. “The only time I ever could actually change something, my vision came too late. Another time I did my best to warn my friend she’d be going through something bad but the warning didn’t work. I couldn’t help my own friend, how can I hunt down and warn perfect strangers?” I gave him a dazzling smile. “Look, that’s not the important thing here. This night is about us, not me.” I touched his arm, wanting the conversation to change.

But he didn’t want to talk about something else. “Maybe you could try to use social media to reach out to these people, to warn them.”

“When I was young I tried sometimes to look these people up, but I rarely hear names.”

Randall stood up to get another drink. “You should still try to reach out. Hey.” He spun around. “You should start a blog. A blog about your visions. I bet you’d get a big following.”

I stood up and went over, taken aback by this sudden suggestion. “I doubt it. People who get followings are the scam artists.”

He clinked his bottle of beer against mine. “Which would make your stories so much more interesting. You should do it.” Randall turned some music on and we danced for a while but my mind was on his words. A blog? About my visions?

Hmmm.

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I Wanna Dream – 8.30 – Kiley’s Secret

“Hey did you know Romance Frostfall got married?”

I recoiled as Blake slapped a newspaper down in front of me. He and Eli and Booker were visiting for a get-together and of course one of the first things to be brought up… ugh.

“I guess that’s why she never came back to school,” Booker yawned. “I might take a nap before we go out.” He rested his head on the table and fell asleep within minutes. Blake got a sharpie out and began drawing on Booker’s face.

“Well, you haven’t changed at all,” Eli chuckled. He still looked too pale, and still had the dark circles under his eyes.

Blake stuck his tongue out then struck a pose. “Would you want me to?”

While everyone laughed I took a glance at the paper. Romance, in black and white, stood with a man decades older than her. Their arms were linked. She had a very faint smile on her face, one that looked more resolved than forced. Then I realized the flowers filling her bouquet were hyacinths. My finger traced the flowers, an old ache throbbing in my stomach. It had been a couple years yet I missed her so much. I still loved her, I still wanted her.

Wonder what she’d think about me whoring myself out. The vile words made my stomach hurt more. I hadn’t thought if it in those terms before. Escort. Paid date. Whore. People would use that term, yes. I–I didn’t see it that way. Sex was just sex. It wasn’t much without love. The only sex I ever really liked-like had been with Kiley and even then it felt like something missing. Sure my body reacted on my paid dates and it did feel physically okay in the moment, but that emptiness inside wouldn’t be filled. Would it ever? Would I find someone that made me feel the same that Romance did?

In the mean time–until I found that person–I didn’t feel guilty or bad about getting to paid to take people out and give them pleasure in bed. I just hoped that whoever I did fall for would understand.

*

Plasma 501 was a very exclusive lounge catering specifically to vampires and less specifically to other supernaturals. One couldn’t get in unless one had an invitation. Or if one were extremely rich. Or if one were extremely important. Like Booker. He flashed his ID at the bouncer and the bouncer snorted and told us to get lost.

“Go call whoever is in charge,” Booker yawned.

Since Booker obviously had fangs and Blake had wings, the bouncer shrugged and made a call. “Yes sir, some young whelp says he can waltz in with his friends. Vampire, faerie–“

“Pixie!”

“–elf, I think, and…” The bouncer looked me and Eli over. “Wizards, I guess. Uhh I think the ID said Kingsley. Should I t–” The bouncer jerked the phone away and we could all hear the other voice squawking. Booker smirked. “Yes sir, yes, I got it. Yes.” He hung up the phone and stepped aside. “My deepest and most sincere apologies, Mr. Kingsley, your name wasn’t on the list and I wasn’t aware…”

We went into the lounge, all five of us grinning like idiots.

There were vampires scattered around, drinking blood out of champagne glasses. A few human-looking people. No other supernaturals. Everyone we passed gave us looks but nobody bothered us except an extremely gorgeous and glamorous woman who draped herself across Booker.

“Why, Booker Kingsley! I’ve been knocked off my feet!”

“Is that why you’re standing on mine?”

She stepped back. “I never would have expected to see you out and about.” She licked a bit of blood off her lips as her piercing gaze went over us. “And such handsome young companions. Are they as tasty as they look?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Booker said, his ears tinting  a teensy bit. I hoped I wasn’t obviously flustered. “Just because you take advantage of people…”

“Moi?!” She gave a throaty laugh. “Oh, sugar, I can’t help it if men offer their necks… and more… to have a little…” another lick over her lips and her eyes met mine, “suck.” Maybe before that would have made me feel all horny and awkward but now it just sounded cheesy. I tried not to laugh.

Blake shoved himself in front of all of us. “Ever taste a pixie before?”

Her smile turned into a sneer. “Darling, I wouldn’t eat a pixie even if you paid me. It’s like dining on cheap glitter.”

To his credit, Blake didn’t let the insult deflate him though I could tell he had been very injured. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. “It’s okay, darling, I prefer glitter.” I gave his cheek a kiss and pulled him towards the bar. The woman glowered at us all as Sam, Booker, and Eli followed. Booker tried apologize and we all waved his words away. We understood there were darker vampires out there.

The bartender took our orders and because of the ‘problems’ at the door our first round of drinks were free, ‘manager’s most sincere apologies to young Kingsley’. Various mixed drinks for all of us except for Booker who got cow’s blood. We loitered around the edge of the dance floor, knocking back our drinks and talking about our summers. Girls came over and one by one we all went out to the dance floor except for Sam. The woman I danced with wore fake fangs and had a bite tattoo on her neck.

Blake and I wound up pretty drunk by the time we went back to the apartment. We both  went to sleep pretty early while the others stayed up chatting. Of course I had to have a vision while sleeping my drunken state off. I had before had to deal with a vision while drunk and the swimmy feeling made things worse. My stomach churned as I watched a woman stab another for stealing her man. Blood spurted everywhere and I fell to my knees, wanting to vomit. What would happen if I threw up in my vision? Watcher why did I have to deal with this drunk.

Somehow I managed to wake up just before the bile rose. I rolled out of bed and made a huge mess all over the floor. I did my best, in my groggy state, to clean it up. Sam woke up and helped me out while I tried to tell him not to worry about it. He seemed to think I was vomiting from pain again, like I had ages ago from my weird change-of-vision. Finally he understood that I threw up because of the alcohol and spent the rest of the time helping me clean and get back into bed chuckling.

*

On Saturday we had brunch at a nice restaurant (minus Booker) then hung out in the apartment for a while. Blake really wanted to go for a ride on the motorcycle so he and Sam left. With Booker still asleep, that left me and Eli pretty much alone. Awkward.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked as we sat down on the couch.

Eli pressed his hands against his thighs and leaned forward, frowning like he didn’t want to answer my question. Okay guess he doesn’t want to talk. I reached for the TV remote but before I could hit the power button Eli said, “We never had that conversation.”

“What conversation?”

“About the spy. You said you had a vision of us talking about it before we left school. It didn’t happen.” Eli shot me a very accusatory glare. “You lied to me, to get me to confess I knew there was a spy.”

Uh-oh. “I’m sorry I lied–“

“Don’t, just don’t.” He got up, striding towards the kitchen area. His hands slammed down on the counter. “You know what it’s like? To live in absolute fear? Every fucking day I woke up wondering if he’d kill me. He constantly sent me threats, you know. Of course you know, you know everything don’t you.”

I got up, heading towards him. “Eli–“

“No.” His eyes stopped me in my tracks more than his voice did. “He threatened everyone. Even you. Said he’d hurt you guys in random order if I ever revealed his identity.” Now Eli’s hands went to cover his face. “He had the hold over me every second.  I wanted to leave. I should have left, I should have just left the country.”

“And I made you come back.”

He shook his head. “Seriously? No. You didn’t, none of you did that day you came to talk to me in Midnight Hollow.” He adjusted his glasses then sighed. “He did. He told me if I didn’t come back to classes he’d slit all your throats. I–I wasn’t sure if he would. I didn’t think he would. I didn’t want to risk it.”

I felt sick at the thought he had been going through this. “I’m so sorry,” I said, worried he might take offense to that too.

Thankfully Eli’s face softened just a bit. “When I started dating Varuna I thought things might get better but then he just threatened her exclusively.”

“So he was still around at the end of our school days. A teacher.”

“Or someone younger,” Eli pointed out swiftly. “One or the other. And I’m not saying.”

“Is he still… threatening you?” I managed to ask. Eli’s head just swung back and forth. He wasn’t going to tell me. “You surely can’t be under his thumb–“

“I’m always going to be under his thumb,” Eli said rather weakly.

“How did you even find out his identity?”

His face filled with despair. “I… I–“

The door to the other room swung open and Booker came ambling in, yawning and stretching. “Morning guys!” he said. Eli retreated and the moment was lost.

*

Eli and I didn’t get a chance to talk privately the rest of the day or on Sunday morning before the guys left. I felt that if we had had more time on Saturday afternoon I might have gotten something from him. Also I couldn’t help but feel worried, if he still was under this spy’s thumb then the spy still had some sort of plans. A teacher. I doubted someone younger could make Eli feel this way from so far away. But… which teacher?

I spent the week with a bit of a headache, my mind swirling with thoughts of Eli. I tried my best to remember everything that Briggs had said about the spy and everything Eli had said, doing my best to try and solve this damned mystery. Part of me wanted to just relax all weekend but part of me wanted to make up not, uh, earning some cash the previous weekend. I set up dates for Friday and Saturday night, and one for Sunday afternoon. But then on Thursday night Kiley e-mailed me asking if we could meet up for lunch on Saturday because she had something important to talk about.

Friday night my date went on a lot longer than I expected so getting up early enough in the morning to get ready for the lunch with Kiley was rough. I felt pretty tired as I got dressed and almost felt like I could fall asleep on the taxi ride over.

The place Kiley wanted to meet at was a small bar closer to the suburb part of Bridgeport. I got out of the taxi and went inside, searching for my friend. She sat at a table and waved at me. I waved back and headed over then froze when she stood up.

A very small but obvious baby bump protruded out.

“Apollo!” Kiley threw her arms around me, hugging tightly. The baby bump pressed against my body.

“Kiley wow, it’s good to see you!” I managed to hug her back. My headache and exhaustion had grown worse just at the sight. I remembered the vision of her, of finding out she was pregnant. She wanted a baby. However I also suspected that she was around four months pregnant. Four months ago was late May, when we had done it three times in our final week of school. Oh Watcher no.

Kiley sat down. She glowed with that pregnant lady glow and couldn’t stop her smile. “I’ve missed you so much! How has your summer been? You look great!”

“It’s been pretty good. Work is pretty stressful but otherwise good.” I wanted so bad to ask about her pregnancy. Instead I asked, “How have you been?”

“Good, good. Busy. Tired,” she added with a laugh. “I’ve been living in Bluemill Valley working as a waitress. Speaking of which…”

We ordered our food and before I could ask about Kiley’s condition she linked her fingers together and gave me a strange look. “I’ve been really wanting to talk to you, Apollo. About something important.”

I’m going to be a father. “Oh?”

“I…” She bent her head forward, letting out a quiet sort of sad sound. “I’ve not been completely honest with you. About–about certain things. I’ve thought about it all summer and feel like I really need to tell you… tell you everything.” She let out a breath, sending wisps of hair floating away from her face. “I just want to apologize first and foremost. I never meant to hurt you. When we met–well, I guess I need to go back to the beginning which is before I met you.”

What does all this have to do with her having my baby? I wondered, holding onto my glass of water for dear life. Unless it’s about how much she’s wanted a baby.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother.” Oh Watcher. “When I was young I only ever wanted baby dolls to play with.” She traced one finger across the tabletop. “I’ve always felt so much that being a mother is my calling. I don’t know if you can understand what it’s like, to know something so surely all your life. In any case… my first year at Hunter’s, before you were there, Shoshanna had a–a prediction.”

Now Kiley turned pink and squirmed in her seat. “I didn’t think much of it at the time. It seemed so cryptic. Until you showed up. It–she–she said, ‘Look to the Greek skies to find your true happiness’.” She blushed even darker, the red creeping down her neck. “I had no idea what it even meant. Then you came to the school. Apollo. A Greek god.”

I couldn’t even breathe properly at this point as realization of what she meant unfolded itself inside my head. Soon anger began pouring into my body. Anger, and hurt.

“I’m guessing you understand what I mean. My true happiness. Being a mother. I felt, I knew, it meant you and I would one day be together. I pursued you because of that. And I am sorry.”

“You used me,” I spat out, unable to stop myself.

Her eyes got very big. “No. No! I didn’t, not like that! Not like what you think!”

“Oh?! Then what the hell do you mean?!”

“I probably would have, if you had given in when we were younger! But then I got to know you and realized you were such a great guy. You were always so honest and so good and so–nice. That’s why I didn’t push, because if it was meant to be it would happen.”

“And then we got together in our final year.”

Her hands began shaking. “Yes,” she admitted softly. “I didn’t mean for it to be like that–“

“You’re the one who brought up sex!” I said, dropping my voice low, not wanting everyone in the bar to hear this. “On our date.”

“I did, but it wasn’t–I wanted to be with you because I liked you, not because of what Shoshanna told me. I hope you believe me.” Her eyes got watery but I didn’t care. “I know it’s a lot to ask. For you to believe me after what I’ve told you. I thought–considered not telling you any of this. But you’re my friend and I wanted you to know. I needed you to know. Not just to ease my conscious or in case anyone else said anything to you, but because it was the right thing–“

“Anyone else?! Who else knows?!” I demanded, my voice going back up.

Kiley delicately bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know. Shoshanna, obviously. Most the girls in our year knew.” Oh Watcher, that means Romance knew. “I figure most the guys found out too.”

“You didn’t–you had no reason to tell me all this, you could have just gone merrily along your life and leaving me in the dark!”

“I told you, I realized it was the right thing to do!” He voice quavered and she quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her cheeks. “I realized how shitty I was when we were younger! I spent so many nights laying awake wondering if I had just used you towards the end, but I didn’t, I swear I didn’t. I like you so much! Not–not romantically, but you’re an amazing friend and as I said, you’re very attractive, and–“

“Stop! Just stop!” I did shout and several people looked over towards us. I swallowed and returned to a quiet voice. “So how did you do it?”

“What?”

“What did you do? Prick holes in the condoms?”

Fury flashed across her face. “Excuse me? I–I would never do that! Watcher, how fucking dare you accuse me of doing that?! I’m not like that!”

I got up, my body trembling. “Well you got what you wanted obviously.” I shot a glare at her stomach. Our baby inside. My baby. She had lied to me. She had used me, to get that baby. “I need–I need to clear my head.”

“Apollo, it’s not like that–“

“Oh right. It was what was meant to be.”

“Stop it! You don’t understand! It’s–“

I pushed my chair back and left the bar. My head pounded so hard it felt like my eyeballs would pop out of my head. Too many emotions pulled at my body, my mind. I swayed down the sidewalk. I felt way too angry to let any of her pleasant words sink in, her assurances that she didn’t use me. And so many people in the school had known. I would help give Kiley her true happiness. A child. For several years she hovered on the edge of my life, just waiting to pounce.

I swore under my breath and called for a taxi. I needed to get as far away from the diner as possible. As far from Kiley as I could. Not that I would stay away. Regardless of what happened, of why she jumped into bed (er, car seat) with me, of how she pregnant, the fact was she was pregnant and in a few months would have my baby and I had no intention of just abandoning my child. But how–how could she do that to me?!

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Puppy Pictures!

Hey guys just thought I’d share some pics of my babies  for ya! ❤

Magically exploding couch cushion. Can you guess who the guilty party is?

Sylvie loves watching dogs on tv!

One of Glacey’s favorite hobbies is destroying things :T

Sylvie makes great faces!

Meanwhile Glacey is as beautiful as ever!

Glacey was terrified on the 4th of July ;_;

And Sylvie’s been nursing an ear infection D:

But they’re my babies ❤

Glacey is 8 times the weight she was when I brought her home in that blue carrier!  5 pounds – 40 pounds!!!

Sylvie is twice the weight from when I adopted her! 14 pounds – 29 pounds!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Another Update

Okay guys I thought I’d let you know what’s going on as best I can.

I am trying to get chapters out again but I am doing my best not to pressure myself into getting them out. The rest of July and August will probably be slow with chapters but I will do my best. One problem is, I can only get pictures when my girls are napping. Usually when they nap I am resting too, and they only nap for so long while taking pictures is a lot longer. They’re not old enough (aka behaved enough) to be on their own in the house. So when they’re in the living room (away from my computer) I have to be too (last time I was in my room doing something that left them alone for ten minutes I came out to find one of the cushions of the couch had magically exploded).

Here are the other problems. The heat and mugginess is making me feel sicker than usual. It’s really hard and difficult, I have migraines almost every day.

Something is going on with me and I don’t know what. It feels like something inside of me is sucking my energy and it’s scary. As y’all know I went to the doctor a while ago for something. That something was a breast cancer scare. Thank God I do not have cancer right now, or if I do it’s so small they can’t detect it. But that means we don’t know what’s causing the pain and exhaustion. I have not been back to the doctor since I found out it’s not cancer since I’ve been so busy with work (several employees on vacation means more work hours). I probably won’t be able to go back until sometime August or later. And even then, we might not find out what’s wrong. :\

So that’s what’s going on in my life. I will do my best to get chapters out (there should be one out by tomorrow night!) but I am trying to take your advice of putting myself first.

Thank you again for all the support and love. You guys are truly amazing;-;

~ sErin

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I Wanna Dream – 8.29 – Apollo’s Secret

Author’s note:

So things for a little while are gonna be vaguely adult. Nothing explicit. Probably cleaner than a lot of pg13 movies but just wanted to let you guys know

~*~

My second night with Felicia went pretty awesome. Similar to the first only we went to a different place for dinner and clubbing. Before dinner we went on a carriage ride through one of the big parks which was pretty dang cool.

After dancing till two in the morning we went back to her hotel where we got tangled up in the sheets again. She had told me a bit more about herself, how she had been in an awful marriage with a controlling jerk, etc, etc. I let her take over that night and do whatever she wanted and afterwards she got emotional and told me how incredible our nights had been.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave in the morning,” she said, snuggling up next to me in the bed. Before I could say anything about how I hadn’t really meant this to be a long term thing she laughed and added, “I probably scared you! I didn’t mean like that. Bridgeport is amazing, and you’re good in bed. That’s all.”

“Next time you come to the city maybe we can do this again.”

“I’d like that.”

I slept in pretty late Sunday morning. My alarm went off at ten-thirty and I rolled out of bed. Felicia wasn’t anywhere around but that didn’t surprise me, she had brunch with her friends and then they’d be leaving. All her things were gone.

I stretched and yawned my way to the bathroom to get a quick shower before leaving. I didn’t want to traipse through the hotel all sweaty. When I searched for my clothes in the room I found something else. What the hell?

A pile of money on the bedside table with a note on top. Apollo, thanks for the amazing time. This is for you ❤

“What the hell?!” I took the money and began counting. Five hundred. She freaking paid me. She freaking paid me. I dropped the money and backed up. She paid me! That’s not what–I hadn’t–we never–“What the HELL?!”

Slowly, with trembling fingers, I retrieved the money and recounted. Five hundred. I reread the note and regretted not having her phone number so I could text her. Then the clock struck eleven and I jumped at the sound. I needed to get back to my apartment but–did I take the money? She meant it for me.

I felt incredibly awkward as I put the money in my wallet. I felt incredibly awkward the entire subway ride back to my apartment, and even more awkward when I crept inside. Sam greeted from me the couch. I had come by the apartment the previous day for a few hours but other than that I hadn’t really seen him since Friday at work.

I got changed into clean clothes and then flopped down next to Sam. “Have fun?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think so. Maybe.”

Something‘s wrong.”

My face grew hot as I told him about what happened when I woke up. Sam’s eyes got really big and of course he bust up laughing. “Shut up!” I screeched as he practically fell off the couch. “Stop it! It’s not funny! It’s weird!”

He wiped a tear away. “Watcher, dude, I can’t believe this! This is great!”

I punched his arm. “Shut up! It’s not funny! I just got paid for going on a couple dates! Like a–like a–“

“Like an escort?” Sam cracked a grin. “What’s wrong with that?  You had a good time, she had a good time, you got a… a present. I mean, you gave Tal presents when you dated.”

“Not anything worth five hundred!” I snapped, face growing hotter.

His shoulders began shaking hard. “So? If you were rich you’d probably give some expensive gifts and she obviously had the money. I guess cold hard cash is her idea of a gift for a guy instead of flowers or anything.” He covered his mouth with his hand now. “Seriously, what’s wrong with this? You got a couple of nights you enjoyed, yeah? Sex you enjoyed? And now you’re five hundred simoleons richer!”

You are five hundred richer, this is going into the motorcycle jar.”

“WHAT? NO!”

I jumped to my feet and ran to the jar, jamming the money down in it. Sam glowered and tried to get the money out and I kept swatting his hands away. “No! This is yours. I feel too weird keeping it. Please? I mean, you’ll be driving me to and from work anyway! Stop!” I hit his hand hard enough for him to withdraw. “It’s for the motorcycle, okay? No arguing.”

I went to get another shower and scrubbed hard. She paid me. Like an… escort, as Sam said. The hot water ran down my body as my mind whirled around. Five hundred. That would help out with rent and bills so much. I’d have a decent amount left after including my next paycheck and–Watcher, stop thinking that!

Why? Why should I stop thinking about that? I hadn’t done anything wrong at all. Just because she gave me money. Girls got gifts for dates all the time and people didn’t bat an eye. It’s when the gift was money that people started getting judgemental. Why? Why did they judge the people for, er, escorting for money and not the ones that paid? Not that Felicia deserved any judgement, of course. She wanted a fun time. She got a fun time. She gave me money for providing her a fun time.

What’s wrong with that?

By the time I got out of the shower I had talked myself out of feeling weird about it and I actually felt kinda happy that it had happened, because it meant Sam would get his motorcycle a lot sooner. Hell, if I went on another date like that–

What?!

Okay, accidentally having it happen and purposely going for it were two very different things. I couldn’t just… offer myself up… could I? Not that there was anything wrong with it, I just… well, I did have a lot of fun. Then again if I did, er, offer myself as a paid date to someone the chances of that someone having such a great personality as Felicia had were unlikely. And the chances of me being attracted to them sexually was also a big if. Still. Guys did this all the time. There were so many places in town that did this. And I had the feeling a lot of guys did it without being connected to a–a paid dating place.

I got on my phone and began doing a bit of research. On Cherylslist.plum there were quite a few offers. Many people just looking for random hookups but quite a few people with ads for themselves as a paid date. Most of them seemed a bit crude though.

I wonder… if I did this… if I’d get any response…

*

It took me a week to get enough nerve. I looked at a few ads and cobbled together my own. I included (after debating for a while) that I occasionally had psychic visions so I might, on our date, shout out some things. I looked at prices offered on Cherylslist as well as ones from professional places and gave myself a decent hourly pay. Not very high, not super low. Kinda on the higher end of the low section. If I got any response and they wanted to go out for a few hours then it would take two of those for me to be able to give Sam the rest of the money for the motorcycle.

I got seven responses. Four from women, three from male. Watcher! I looked through all of the offers. Most asked for sex, one woman just wanted a date with no sex but wanted to cuddle and talk and dance. The wined and dined experience. I decided to have her be my first time doing this for Friday night, and one of the other women for Saturday night.

I didn’t tell Sam, I just told him I had a date. Which was true! Just… I’d end up with some simoleons after.

Cassandra ‘Smith’ and I met up at a nice restaurant. She was in her 30s with burn scars on her face. I kissed the back of her hand as a greeting and spent the next couple of hours giving her the… well, the ‘boyfriend’ experience so to speak. I could tell she had issues finding romance with the scars on her face, she kept apologizing for them until I promised they didn’t bother me (which they didn’t. Maybe it had something to do with the fact I went out with someone who had scales, but scars and marks didn’t really bug me). We spent three hours together and I returned to the apartment with 200 in my pocket.

The next night I went out with Gwendolyn ‘Smith’. We went to dinner, some dancing, and then to a hotel for some sex. Four hours, 225 in my pocket.

I can’t believe I did all that, I thought on Sunday as I put the money into Sam’s jar. I didn’t regret it. I just felt disbelief.

An hour later Sam yelled at me for the random money he found. “How is it I suddenly have enough? I didn’t this morning!” He squinted at me. “How did you get the money?”

“Uh, my dad sent me a check.” I crossed my fingers behind my back that he’d believe me.

“STOP GIVING ME YOUR MONEY!” Sam fished out several bills and tried to shove them into my hands. “No! Take your money back, asshole!”

“No!”

“YES!”

“NO! It’s a–a–birthday present!”

“MY BIRTHDAY WAS MONTHS AGO!”

“FINE IT’S AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!” Sam’s nostrils flared. “For Watcher’s sake, you’ll be driving me too! If you feel that bad then pay me back later on, just take this money. It’s what I want to use this money for, it’s why I–” I quickly stopped myself. “It’s what I want.”

“It’s why you what?”

“It’s why I put the money in the damn jar! Just take the money. Buy the motorcycle. I really don’t want to fight about this.”

For a moment he seemed like he might continue to argue but then he slumped and put the money back in the jar. “You do too much for me. You and your family–“

“You are my family, dummy.”

He gave me a big hug then hurried me to get ready so we could go out and buy the motorcycle. The look on his face when he signed the papers and handed the money over made me feel so incredibly happy. We put our helmets on and went for a drive through Bridgeport, whooping and hollering when we went out of the city and along one of the fastest roads around. It was great.

*

Friday night I went out with Ashley Greene who offered to pay me more if I had a psychic vision on our date. I told her I didn’t have any control over them and she was disappointed when I didn’t. “Maybe next time,” she sighed as I got dressed at the end of our date.

I went home in a cab, watching the city lights go by. I hadn’t planned on doing this again but Grandpa was gonna be turning 78 in a few weeks and I wanted to get him a really nice present. And then Suzanne’s birthday. Then, well, the holidays, and then Piotr’s birthday, Angel’s birthday, Sam’s birthday, Reeny, Dad, Arty. I wanted to get them all nice gifts. So.

Saturday night I went out with a guy. No sex. I thought about it and maybe someday if I really wanted the money, but Jarrod Deens just wanted a date and chatting. Some hand-holding and cuddling. After dinner we went back to his place and watched a movie snuggled up on his couch. He was very relaxed and grateful afterwards and I felt happy that I could make him happy.

I mean, that’s part of what made this so awesome. I made people happy. I gave them pleasure. Whether through sex or just talking or whatever.  They were having fun and getting something they wanted, and needed. I didn’t feel dirty doing this. And a couple more weekends of dates and I’d have enough saved up to buy everyone awesome gifts! And buy myself a few nice things. Like a suit. I wanted to buy a nice suit for my dates, that was number one. Also some better underwear.

*

My third weekend finally gave me a psychic vision, and during sex–so one of the physical contact visions where I saw her being fired. Because I was on top she noticed right away and I had warned her (I warned all my clients) so she pushed me away. I came to, shaking my head and apologizing.

“Your eyes are freaky!” she gasped.

“Yeah–that’s part of the psychic thing.” I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I didn’t know it was like this…I–okay I don’t think I can do this, this is too freaky. Your eyes are like some sort of demon movie. No, don’t touch me! Get out! Just go!”

I scrambled away from her, glad I hadn’t had a sleeping vision and screamed about murder in her face. I jumped into my clothes and hesitated. “Ma’am, I do need at least an hour of the payment.” Due to her response to my vision I decided not to inform her of what I had seen.

Her face drew up like a prune and she grabbed some cash from her purse, throwing it. “Just get out! Freak!”

It was only half of our agreed hourly payment but I didn’t want to argue. I just returned to my apartment as fast as I could. Sam was still up, on the phone with someone as he watched a TVs how. He said something about talking later and hung up. “Date not go well?” he asked as I trudged to the fridge to get a beer.

“No. I had a vision while we were–uh–in bed and she totally flipped out.”

“But she went out with you knowing the risk?”

I popped the cap off and went over to sit down. “Yes.” I took a swig and stared at the TV screen. “She screamed at me, said my eyes looked demonic.” My fingers tightened around the bottle. “Who were you talking to?”

“Oh! Erm, no one.” He blushed, even his ears turning red. “Crap. That didn’t fly, did it.”

“Grim Reaper, no!” I shrieked, doubling over with laughter, nearly dropping the bottle. “That was one of the worst lies ever! Who?”

He coughed. “It’s not what you think. I was talking with Reeny. She likes this show too, so we thought we’d watch ‘together’.”

“So why were you blushing?”

Sam gave me a look. “You come in at eleven-thirty and I tell you I’m on the phone with your sister? I panicked. Yes, that’s all,” he said when I pressed him. “Some guys are really touchy about their sisters.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

As I left the room Sam stopped me. “Who were you going out with again?”

“Just someone I met at the club last week.”

“Last week. When you were going out with someone else?”

Lie to him. Tell the truth. Those thoughts and more raced through my head. Then I returned to the couch and told him the truth. He had practically been encouraging me to do it anyway so I didn’t think he’d be all judgey about it, and sure enough when I finished explaining he took a few minutes to process everything then promised he didn’t care, he just felt better now he knew the truth.

*

Because my Friday night date fell short I went on another on Sunday. Afternoon delights, and all that. In the evening I treated Sam out to a fancy dinner and a movie we both wanted to see, then we went for a ride outside the city on his motorcycle. Man I wished I could drive. I’d definitely save up for one of those! And to combat the possibility of me falling asleep on the back of the bike and falling off, we had made a sort of harness hooking us together. I didn’t flail during my visions so we figured (hoped) it’d be fine.

In September I went out every Friday and Saturday night, and a couple times on Sunday afternoon. Every client seemed really happy and I decided to up my fee. Not by much, just ten simoleons per hour, and I still got as many offers. Even more, really. One of them was Ashley Greene still wanting that psychic vision. She asked me about them all through our date and I provided her with loose details.

Our sex lasted for a long time, occasionally taking a breather. She really wanted me to have a vision. And spent quite a bit of money for that hope. She was sad in the morning but told me she’d try again next time. Hey, no problem to me. I had quite a bit more cash. I bought some clothes and new shoes, and a TV show DVD set I’d been wanting for a while.

Another week went by and I began to wonder if I could just keep doing this back in Storybrook. We were bumped right up against Storybrook City (technically a different ‘town’ but everyone used the name Storybrook whether they were from the city or the small town), and SimMeapolis so I could potentially have plenty of, uh, clients. And if I had a higher rate I would be making more than any entry level job. Heck, if I quit working at Wedding Dreams and went out every night of the week I would make more however I didn’t want to quit LWD until Sam and I were ready to move back. We figured probably by winter, maybe early spring.

A professional escort, I thought while taking a shower after work (LWD work, not a date) one day. Watcher. I never in a million years would have expected to do something like that. Of course I never really pictured myself doing anything. I didn’t have much interest in most the careers thrown out there. As an escort I’d make good money providing I remained as lucky back home as I was here. I’d be able to afford nice clothes, nice shoes, a nice house. Maybe, erm, get my name out there more professionally than Cherylslist. I didn’t want to align myself with an escort service.

Professional escort. It seemed to be a good idea, for the time being. If things fell through I could get a different job. And it wasn’t as if I wanted to really find a woman to settle down with. I still missed Romance, even after all this time I missed her and my heart ached to be with her. She’s been married for a couple months now. Maybe I could become a professional assassin and go after her parents and husband. I had to chuckle at that thought as nice as it was.

I’ll do it. I’ll keep this weekend thing until we go to Storybrook and then I’ll go full time as an escort. A professional dater. I just won’t tell anyone in my family. Ever.

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Update 

Hey guys just a small update. My health is still in the crapper. I am currently trying to exercise a bit more and do better with eating even though that is NOT what my health problem has been. I just figured getting in better shape will help ease the issues at hand a bit. Maybe. Hopefully.

Anyway I’ve mostly been taking care of the two idiots you see behind me, taking care of my mom, and trying to take care of myself. It is NOT easy.  Which is why there hasn’t been an update yet since my last note. (Plus Morrowind on eso kinda got me back into that. Hey if anyone plays eso on Xbox one feel free to add me or you guys can add me on Xbox one anyway my gamertag is, shockingly, sErindeppity).

Anyway hoping to get a chapter out soon. I’ve been trying to not feel bad about not getting one out… But I feel guilty easily so… ah well…

Thanks again for the patience and everything ❤

~sErin

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Serious health issues

“Hey guys this is sErin and I got a new computer so I’ll be able to update lots hurrrdrrrrr!”

HAH!

So sorry for the total lack of updates since I got my computer all ready but my health has been bad. And I mean BAD. It started going downhill shortly before the last chapter release and then Thurs, May 25th it got extremely bad. My dr isn’t in on Fridays so I had to wait till Tues the 30th to call (as the 29th was Memorial day here). Turns out they were on vacation for a week. Whee. So I had to wait till the 5th to call and during that week everything just went downhill so hard. I did get a hold of my dr and got an appointment set up for tomorrow, June 12th. Hoping and praying I get some answers and some help cause I really need it. I mean, if you are religious/believe in prayers please send prayers my way, or if you believe in good vibes send those my way, or whatever you feel/believe in for situations like this. I won’t go into my problem right now but I will update you guys later when I get news.

I will get a chapter out this week and until my health issues get solved it will probably only be one a week :\ which totally sucks. I really wanted to be in gen 9 by now. Sigh. I apologize for this but I honestly can’t do anything about it. Every day is an absolute struggle. All my energy now goes into taking care of my dogs and trying to help take care of my mom and barely being able to take care of myself. But I’ll do what I can to get chapters out. I might have to try doing fewer pictures per chapter? Since that won’t take as much time it might be easier to do (honestly sitting up at the computer typing this is really difficult for me). Once I catch up to where I last stopped writing it’s gonna be a bit difficult however as I said, I will do my best… but unfortunately no promises cause if my health prevents it there’s nothing I can do.

Thank you everyone who is sticking around for yet another lackluster few weeks/months. You guys are patient and amazing and I love you ❤

(and for everyone who is like “seriously not again I am done reading this I am leaving!” that’s fine too I understand and I still love you too <3)

~sErin

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