Generation 2, Chapter 9: Family meetings can be awkward

The artistic side of my mother is coming through strong in Starlight Shores. Just to be courteous, I promised my mom we could go sight seeing the next day. And that's exactly what we end up doing. All the while my mother is taking pictures of the wildlife, my thoughts keep escaping to Aaron. As my mom and I were hugging last night, Aaron peeked through the door, and my mom saw him. I literally fell over the furniture as I ran to close the door, slamming it in his poor face. If he ever speaks to me again, it'll be a miracle.

"Who was that? A stalker?" my mom had asked me.

"Nope. Just my next door neighbor checking up on me, probably wondering why the door was open. I live in a great apartment, y'know..."

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" her words cut into my daydream, yanking me back before I spiral away in my thoughts.

"You want the truth? No, I'm not alright, mom. I have so much stress. So many doubts. In the past few months my first ever boyfriend went crazy, and that hit me hard. And now I'm keeping a secret from Bridget. Even from you and dad," I confess, not caring to turn around to face my mother's concerned face. It's easier to pour out my life's troubles by not looking at her eyes.

"Well, sweetie, if you need to talk to someone... I'm here. I'll always be there for my kids."

I can feel my mother's deep blue eyes staring into the back of my head, trying to figure out what on earth I could be keeping a secret.

"Does it have something to do with that gentleman that came into the apartment last night, perhaps?" my mother guesses. And darn it, she guessed right, as always.

"It does," I confirm, "We went on a date last night. I really like him, mom, I seriously do. But the thing is, Bridget is in love with the guy. Maybe I have to let him go so Bridget can be happy for once."

"Kaylin...," I feel my mother's hand rest on my shoulder. "You don't always have to sacrifice something so that someone else will be happy. You have a right to be selfish. I was selfish with your father, to be honest. If there was another woman that wanted to him, I would probably have killed her. But luckily, there was no other woman. Now don't go killing your sister just to have a man, but... Try and talk it out. What is the guy's choice, for example. He's the key to everything in this situation."

"You know, listening to all that... There's someone you should meet. You guys are like, on the same wavelength or something. She texted me almost the exact same thing a while ago," I suggest, finally turning around to look at my mom. "And that person would be my best friend, Janelle."

There are two reasons why I suggested my mom meet Janelle. One, it would be nice to have my mom get to know some of my friends here, and two, they're so much alike. The two of them together would be able to give dynamite advice, but they'd also be able to have one hell of a conversation. My fingers slide over to my Blackberry, and I quickly ask Janelle where she's hanging out.

"@ library", the text comes back.

"I hope you still like books mom, 'cause we're going to the library to meet up with Janelle."

Four minutes later, my mom and I make our way up the stairs leading to the modernized library building.

Janelle is where she always is when she isn't socializing - behind a computer. That girl has a BIG addiction to games, which is weird, seeing as she still retains her popularity around town, and is an extreme extrovert.

"Hello, there, computer nerd," I casually greet her with some teasing.  "I brought someone along to meet."

"Oh puh-leaze. I definitely don't need your help with hooking me up with a blind date. If I want to have a boyfriend, I'll get a boyfriend, so stop fuc-"

"This is the girl you wanted me to meet?" my mother interrupts Janelle just before she could start cussing. Her eyes dart to me, worried and scared at the same time.

"Yeah," I shrug. "If she would just take a moment to look up from the screen, she wouldn't be so bad with her words."

With great dramatic suspense, Janelle takes here time to shift her gaze to the new person in the room. From the expression on her face, I can see she's a bit shocked and embarrassed.

"Uh, hi? May I ask who are you?" Janelle clears her throat.

"This is my mom, Destiny. So glad that your behaving yourself in front of the grown ups," I cross my arms, wiggling my eyebrows at her, testing her patience.

"Oh shut up!" Janelle hisses at me, while in turn getting up from her seat to shake hands with my mother. "Pleasure to meet you, Misses Webber. Uh, excuse my theatricals, I'm not usually so rude."

"I'll take your word for it," my mom smiles. "Could we perhaps sit down somewhere to talk? I believe my daughter has something to talk about."

With the attitude of a professional hostess, Janelle politely guides my mother to the couch area, graciously complimenting my mother on her young complexion. To tell the truth, it's peculiar to me how my mother could still look so good after all the years and all the kids she has had. Perhaps she just uses a incredible ointment that softens her skin and all the wrinkles. I should definitely ask her the name of the miracle cream.

"I know you wanted to talk to your mom about the past experience with Charlie, but we have a problem on our hands," my best friend states as she sits down.

"Like what?" my mom and I ask simultaneously.

"Um, this is hard to say... Some stupid paparazzi caught pictures of you and Aaron on your date. More specifically, the kiss on the beach. It's all over Facebook. I'm surprised you haven't checked in yet, but it's understandable."

"So the entire freakin' world knows about me and Aaron? Including Bridget?" I nearly screech.

"It depends on if she checked her Facebook yet. And if you look through that window right this moment, you'll notice that she did indeed check it."

Outside the window, Bridget is approaching, with a no-nonsense attitude and looking not at all happy.

"W-wh-what happened to Bridget? She has blue hair?! When did that happen?!" my mother gawks at me, then at Janelle.

"She actually had blue and green hair before that, but dyed it to blue a while ago. It looks good on her," Janelle explains.

"Over my dead body will I let that girl get away with it!" she protests, and jumps out of her seat.

"Uh, mom, I think it's best if I handle this first. You can yell at her later, perhaps. And besides, she's an adult, she makes her own choices now."

Placing my hand gently on my mom's shoulder, I put a little pressure into it, and guide her back to a sitting position. Shooting a last scared look at Janelle, I walk to the library's entrance, not too ready to embrace the wrath of my sister.

"You lied to me," Bridget immediately starts accusing as I walk through the doors.

"I didn't mean to, Bridget. I didn't know, or think, that things between me and Aaron would work out. And if it didn't, you'd get a chance at him."

"Do you really think I want a chance at him after I saw you two snogging together on the beach? The paparazzi took some very detailed pics. It's obvious you like him, Kaylin, and it's as clear as daylight that he likes you too. I don't have a chance in hell to get a man like that. So in a way, thank you, for making me see the light and realizing that I was expecting way too much."

"Bridget, NO! You should expect a lot. You can have a quality boyfriend, if you would just-"

"Nope, it's over," Bridget ignores my plea. "You know, if you would have told me beforehand that you liked him, I would have moved on. But you gave me false hope, and that shattered everything. Don't worry, I'll be out of your apartment by the end of the day."

Without another word, she turns around and starts running down the street.

"BRIDGET!" I call back one last time. What had I just done? I ruined the relationship between my sister, and shattered any chance she had of becoming normal. I am one horrible human being, never being able to do something right in my life.

"What happened?" Janelle asks from behind me, standing alongside my mother.

"I destroyed her life...," I whimper. "I destroyed her love."

"Surely, it cannot be that bad," my mother tries to reason. "There must be a way to contact her, tell her to come back. If you could just explain to her-"

"Explaining won't change a thing, mom," I whisper, "I lied to her, and that hurt her. She won't forgive me easily."

The rest of the day passes normally for my mother and Janelle. It's as if nothing strange happened just a few hours ago. I, on the other hand, am much more affected by Bridget's departure from my life. Instead of joining their conversation, I just hide myself away in a secluded part of my mind. The only time I'm forced out of it is when Janelle suggests I change into my stage outfit and demonstrate my singing talent to my mom. And being Janelle, she doesn't take 'no' for an answer. I let my voice carry out my sadness, letting the whole world know my feelings - something that I don't do very often. But for once, it's nice to let go. 

"She sounds fantastic," I hear my mother whisper to Janelle. "I have no idea where she got that beautiful voice from. Her father sounds like an animal when he sings, and I don't sound that melodious either."

"Well, she gave birth to some new talent that will hopefully run through future family genes," Janelle comments, brightly smiling at her with confidence.

"I agree with you on that," Aaron appears out of no where with that response, and I can't help but smile and be awkward at the same time. So this is what it feels to be in love?

"Who's your new friend?" he asks innocently. "She's pretty cute. Does she live around here? I don't think I've seen her before."

"Uh, Aaron, you might want to eh, shut up now...," Janelle trails off.

"Why?"

"Because this 'cute new friend' is Kaylin's mother," the tersely reply comes from my mother.

"This... This is the misses Webber? Oh crap. Oh shit. Um, sorry, misses Webber, but you look so...young? I didn't expect Kaylin's mother to be so good-looking..."

"Uh, Aaron, not to be offensive, but this would be a great time to just stop talking," I suggest, echoing Janelle's previous words.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aaron, right?" my mother grumbles, then turns silent. That frown between her eyebrows frightens me. "Kaylin, is this the boy you said you liked?"

"MOM!"

"Well, is he or is he not?"

"Um... He is."

It's not hard to see that my mother is angry. Aaron didn't really make the best first impression. That may complicate things for us a lot. The entire room's atmosphere turns cold, and the customers turn silent as they chuck down their drinks.

"Aaron, please go stand there by my daughter. I have a few questions for you."

As Aaron comes to stand next to me, his hand touches mine, soothing me. While I'm freaking out, he's taking everything in stride. Lucky bastard. In response to his light touch, I grasp his hand tightly, making it obvious to my mom that I like him, and nothing will be able to change that.

"Young man, do you like my daughter?" my mother questions straightforwardly.

"Uh, yes ma'am."

"You don't sound so sure of yourself...," she states, crossing her arms in front of her.

"MOM!" I shout out again.

"No, it's alright, Kaylin. Yes, I do like your daughter ma'am."

"And do you plan to have a serious relationship with her, or are you looking for a one-night-stand?"

"No, I'm not looking for something like that. Not with Kaylin. She's special, I know that."

Him saying that gives me so much confidence. Confidence in myself, and confidence in our relationship. We both smile brightly at my mom. It's not hard for anyone to see that we make each other happy, and that we're good friends.

"I like you better, now, Aaron. Thank you for being so honest. Now we only have one problem: What am I going to tell your father about you two? He's going to be here in a few minutes."

"...Say what?" I ask dully.

"Oh, yes. He couldn't make it on the first flight to Starlight Shores because of business meetings, so he had to drive all the way here, which took much much longer. I'm not sure how he'll react to you two. You know how protective your father is and all, especially with you."

I force Aaron to turn away from my mother and Janelle. It's best if no one heard my warning to him. "Aaron, it might be a good idea for you to sneak out the backdoor now and run off to your car."

"Just because your dad is coming now? Surely he can't be that bad. I admit I've never met any of my date's fathers before, but I can handle it, I think."

"You haven't met my dad. He's very over-protective of me, because I'm his eldest daughter, and also the only one who hasn't screwed up. He actually carries a pistol around, under his jacket, especially for such occasions."

My almost-boyfriend's eyes pop wide open. "A pistol? A real one? A loaded one?" he gulps.

"Yeah," I confirm.

"Honey, I'm here!" I hear the all too familiar deep voice that belongs to my father entering the room.

"Darling!" my mother calls out to my father, and walks towards him to greet him.

"Hi daddy," I smile politely, absently eyeing Aaron as he starts to sneak away.

"Hello, my dear. How've you been? You haven't called in a while, and we've been pretty darn worried that something has happened."

"Nope, nothing has happened, nothing at all..." my sentence drifts off as I watch Aaron run away like hell is after him.

"Who's that fella out there? He looks like he has seen a ghost."

"He might have," I joked. "Or just something really scary."

"Oh, you two," my mother shakes her head, and turns her attention back to my dad. "Hello there, Handsome. I missed you so much while you were away."

"I think I'm gonna leave now, give you two some privacy...," Janelle comments, grabbing her purse.

"Yeah, me too," I nod. "I'll be right back, mom, dad."

"Aaron, wait up! You don't need to run anymore! Nobody's watching you," I call as soon as I catch up to Aaron. Poor soul, he hasn't even started up his car yet, too out of breath to move any further.

"I... I need a break... Don't...want to be shot at...," the words come out in breathless hiccups.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I don't think my dad would really have shot you, to be honest."

"Can't be to careful, I guess," Aaron shrugs. "I'm sorry that the meeting with your parents didn't go so well. I haven't met any of my date's mothers, not even to mention their fathers. It's all very new to me."

I smile, and wrap my arms around his body soothingly, trying to calm his shuddering. Who would have thought that the thought of meeting my father could be that scary.

"Hey, Kaylin?" his words interrupt my inward musing.

"Yeah?"

"I haven't told you this before, or anyone for that matter, but... I love you."

He's right. He hadn't told me that before, and hearing him say it out loud makes my world go spinning with happiness.

Generation 2, Chapter 8: Fireworks

Our encounter with Charlie left both Aaron and I shaken up. Aaron is near falling into depression, while I just fall back into sadness - the mood I'm always in these days. No matter how hard we persisted, Charlie was taken into custody and locked in prison. Apparently, he went rabid in his cell. The authorities believes he's guilty. Any lawyer that would represent him would think he's guilty. I think he's guilty. The only person that's still holding out for him is Aaron. He hasn't given up hope on his theory of multiple personalities. He hasn't given up hope in Charlie.

Many a day, Aaron and I would fight over how to help Charlie, and we would both end up exhausted, and sit somewhere for a while to cool down. Today, Aaron and I are lying on my bed, thinking of anything we might have overlooked.

"You know what we could do?" Aaron muses out loud, softly nudging my knee to wake me up from my stupor.

"What...?" I hum back reluctantly, not even bothering to open my eyes.

"We should ask your sister about her theories. She had some interesting ideas."

"Yeah, but you should remember that we're talking about Bridget here. Her 'interesting ideas' turn out being crazy ideas."

"It can't hurt to try, right?" Aaron persists.

My hands cover my face in aggravation. Aaron is like a dog with a bone. He won't let go at all. "Fine. If you must talk to my insane sister, then let's get up."

With a grin of victory, Aaron jumps off the bed, helping me to my feet. "Thank you, Kaylin, for holding out with my crazy behavior. I just want to help out my buddy, you know. I would do the same if Janelle went crazy."

Rather than return his smile, I roll my eyes at him. "Don't mention it. But Janelle is already crazy in her own way, so there's no need for you to return the favor - I've accepted her to be that way."

Bridget is exactly where she always is during the daytime: In front of the TV, playing video games. Her console is apparently broken, but I'm not buying it.

"Yo, Bridget, you got a minute to talk to us?" I call out over the loud volume.

"Just give me a sec. I gotta kill this demon with my magic powers..."

"Yeah, well, we kinda have to talk to you about demons and stuff."

For once, I catch her complete attention, and she turns off the TV. "Start talking."

In a quickened pace, Aaron and I both take our seats on the couch, and I start the conversation. "Last when we were trying to figure out a reason why Charlie could have started acting so out of character, you mentioned a personality disorder, but also entities... Could you explain that to us, please? Do such things actually exist?"

In an instant, my sister's usual cheery face turns dark and serious. "You doubt that they exist? Kaylin, after the whole thing with Keegan, how can you doubt it? He was literally from a darker plane. Of course they exist! Normal people just don't see it, but seeing as I was tempted to go to the uh, let's call it the 'dark side', I know when something or something has been tampered by these things. There's a reason I specialize in magic, just so you know."

"Y-you got into this darker stuff? Gothic and satanic things? Bridget! How could you! Why didn't you tell me? I would have knocked some sense into you. So that's why there was this voodoo doll on your table once," I jump up from my seat, trying my best not to believe what she just said. I knew my sister could be dark, but not that dark.

"Hey, hey, I said I was tempted," Bridget corrects me, "Now will you let me continue my story? You came to me for answers, and I'm giving them."

"Not quick enough...," Aaron grumbles. Bridget rolls her eyes, and I sit down, waiting for her to go on talking.

"So obviously, these creatures, like evil unicorns for example, don't care about how humans feel. In extreme cases, when they would make a bond with a human, they would do anything to get that human to be its property. The worst thing I've heard of happen was night terrors, where the person was so antagonized by a magical creature that he jumped off a cliff." 

With her usual dramatic antics, Bridget stretches her eyes wide. "Heed my warning. And that's no joke, if it did sound funny. If Charlie is being affected by something dark, then he needs help, and psychologists won't do the trick. If I can get five minutes with the guy, I might be able to help him. And do it quickly. He might not have long before he goes insane - more insane than he already is."

Her last sentence hangs in the air like static electricity. Aaron suddenly starts convulsing next to me, and we both stare at him when he starts to laugh out loud. "God, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Kaylin was right. Talking to you was a bad idea. I'll see you two later." Aaron laughs at Bridget for another moment before getting up to walk to a window.

"I don't think he took that too well," Bridget muses quietly.

"Well, when things that you don't understand or know about are involved, I guess that's the general reaction," I shrug, "Not to be offensive, but you did sound a little crazy."

I spare Bridget one last sympathetic look before getting up and slowly make my way to where Aaron is standing. From his reflection, I see his eyes are closed, and I gently lift my arms up and wrap them around him as a source of comfort.

"Forget what Bridget said - maybe she was just joking. Either way, Charlie will still be getting the help he needs," I try to soothe Aaron, letting my fingertips stroke his arm.

"Maybe...," he takes a breath. "I'm just blaming myself for all of this. I need a break. Would you like to go out and have some fun? You know, take your mind off of all this crap?"

"Um, sure...," I take a step back. I wasn't expecting something like that when I decided to console him.

"Great," he smiles slightly. "Meet me at the pier tomorrow morning. And dress in something that'll make you move easier, perhaps something athletic."

My heart is aflutter. It's like being in love when in high school: You keep getting this giddy feeling after talking to your boyfriend. Of course, Aaron isn't my boyfriend, but we're in that scenario where we both like like each other. In a state of pure happiness, I yank out my favorite guitar and start strumming out the notes that lay on my heart.

"You seem quite happy. A little too happy, considering the awkwardness we had today."

"The sun is shining, Bridget. I'm healthy, and alive! That alone is a reason to be happy."

"Right. Sure," Bridget slurs out sarcastically. "Mind if I talk to you for a bit? About Aaron?"

A little mystified, I put my guitar down and turn to my sister. "Okay, here's the gist... You know how at first I joked to you when I said I had my eye on Aaron," she starts out. "But now... I think it's turned serious attraction... Kay-Kay, I think I'm in love with that guy. And the strangest thing is, I don't know why. There's the smile, there's the hair. The way he carries himself. All that isn't a reason to like a guy that much."

Oh. Oh God. Oh God. My own little sister is in love with the guy that I love. THIS is not how Bridget ever acted. Normally, she'd set her eyes on a guy, jump in bed with him then kick him to the curb. But fall in love? That word isn't in her vocabulary.

"Kaylin? You still with me?" she frowns, poking me on the arm with one manicured finger.

"Uh, yeah...," I clear my throat. "But... Love? That's not how I know you, Bridget."

"I know, I know. But maybe I could change. And it would be a change for the better, right? You guys are always going on about how I should grow up. Now's my chance. Well, my question for you is... Is there something going on between you two? I mean, I don't want to ruin anything for you."

"What gives you the impression that something is going on between us?" I nearly whisper, trying to keep the stress out of my voice. "But uh, we're just friends, Aaron and I. You still have a shot, eh heh.."

Obviously, I let out the HUGE part of me going on a date with Aaron the very next day. I don't want to crush Bridget's hopes. For once in her life, she's thinking like a normal human being, and I want that to last for a while longer.

As planned, I head downtown to the new "theme park" built at the beach to meet up with Aaron. It's hard to miss where to go, as he frantically starts waving when he sees me coming from afar. I smile, just a little bit. In a way, he's a better man than Charlie ever could be, even though he did make a pass at me the day we met.

"Are you ready for a day of fun festivities and all around danger?" Aaron announces dramatically as I climb up the stairs.

"Um. No?" I answer immediately. "What's up with the gloves, Aaron? Please tell me you didn't arrange anything crazy for us to do."

"I won't say 'crazy', per se. It's just a normal thing us normal athletic acrobats have to do once in a while. Do you want to guess what that is? I'll give you a hint; it's that big wall you see right behind me."

I peek past Aaron's side, and while the view isn't that dangerous, it's still shocking. "Rock climbing? Goodness. You guys are such adrenaline junkies!"

The challenge is on. Aaron and I both take our respective places in front of the wall, and both of us gaze up at the top with angst. In my entire life, I've never done rock climbing before, not even on such a training wall that looks minuscule to the real thing. Yet, somehow, I find myself confident, and I turn towards Aaron with a winning face. "It's on, Glover."

For my first time, I'm not that bad at climbing, actually being able to keep up with Aaron's pace. We're neck and neck the whole time, sometimes only an inch apart, until...

...My foot slips. For reasons beyond my comprehension, my hands let go simultaneously, and I free fall to the ground. 

"This is proof that females are not made for climbing out such walls," Aaron chuckles, and slams the star button at the top, signalling his victory to the whole world. Like a pro, he releases his grip and falls to the ground, hardly making a sound when he's feet connect with the hard earth.

"What now, mister Macho?" I glare at the back of Aaron's head as he performs his victory dance. "Did you plan that you were going to show off your skills the whole day and make me feel inferior towards your 'great awesomeness'?"

Aaron turns around, his face covered with happiness. During the past couple of days, I missed the sight of that sweet face. I'm glad he's got it back. "No, silly," he answers. "Just so you know, you're still amazing and talented! There's probably a lot of stuff you're good at that I'm not."

I grin mischievously, eyeing the skeeball machines that hides near the diner. "You're right. There definitely are a few things I'm better at."

Yes, Aaron is much more buff than I cold ever be, and he's definitely more athletic and fit. But what he can't do, is think strategically. And that's how I manage to beat him in skeeball.

"This is horrible... Please tell me your luck has ended and we can move on?" Aaron looks over to me hopelessly.

"Oh, no no no. The day has just began, mister. How do you feel about...singing? In front of a crowd?"

I don't need a verbal answer - Aaron's mouth literally hangs wide open, and his eyes look huge. I got him cornered, yet again.

The karaoke machines starts out with a tune, and Aaron shakily starts singing along, trying to follow the words. I almost giggle out loud as he hits the wrong notes. It's just like when I met him in the karaoke bar. He thought he had the natural talent, when in fact, he had no talent at all for singing.

"Okay, okay, okay," I break down laughing. "That's enough singing for tonight. I don't my ears could take much more of that God-awful sound."

"You're right," he nods in agreement," I have something we could do." Aaron's hand finds one of mine, and he jerks me all the way down to the beach, ordering me to ait down.

The moon supplies us with just enough light to be able to recognize each other in the dark. Silence envelops us. It's the perfect time to bring up that confession from Bridget, but I'm not entirely sure how to start out.

"Bridget told me something today. She has the hots for you. I didn't tell her anything about us, because I'm not sure if anything is going to happen, or if it'll last." There. I said it. It might have sounded jumbled up together, but at least he heard it.

"So what you're saying is," he frowns, "you think nothing is going on between us already? Hasn't today been enough proof? Here's more proof for you." Softly, Aaron places his hand on mine.

"So what you're saying is...," I repeat his words, "Is that there is something going on between us? And that I should stop lying to myself and thin otherwise?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling you," Aaron smiles, and caresses my face yet again with his fingertips.

With both smile just a teeny bit, and look away after a minute of awkward silence and staring. My eye accidentally falls on my watch, and I sigh. "It's already midnight. I don't like being out so late, so I should probably get going."

"Really? Just like that? But we haven't even gotten to the real fun part!"

"Which is?"

"This..." My feet tumble out from under me, and I'm yanked to a standing position. Aaron's lips find mine, and the kiss is...magical. A magical kiss under the magical moonlight, on a magical day.

And with Aaron, nothing ends with a kiss. With his hot breath on mine almost the entire time, I suggest returning to my apartment. His strong arms pin me to the wall just beside the door, and he plants on long kiss on my lips before stepping back. "Kaylin... You're a well educated girl. And I've decided that I'm not taking this any further tonight. I like you too much to do that so soon."

"That's alright," I clear my throat, straightening out the creases on my shirt. "Would you like to come in, though? Just for some soda or something? We haven't had anything to drink the whole day."

"Sure," he shrugs.

"Lemme just check if Bridget's home. She doesn't need to see us together yet."

Fumbling through my pockets, I fish out the keys for the apartment and silently sneak into the apartment. I pause for a moment behind the wall, trying to see if Bridget is crashing on the couch as she always does.

Instead of finding my sister, though, I find my mother, all relaxed and looking at home.

"Mommy?" I whisper, feeling like a child again.

Wordlessly, my mom holds out her arms, and I run into them, not ashamed that Aaron might be seeing this display of affection.

"I miss you so much, my dear," my mom breaths into my neck.

"So did I," I almost cry out, "So did I."

~♥~

DISCLAIMER: Any references to evil creatures should not be taken seriously, and does not mean I believe in any of that kind of crap. 

Alrigthy, so, that's the end of another Rose family chapter! I'm typing this at night, after an exhausting day of school and going to pick up my new phone (YAY), so if the last part sounds incredibly lazy, know that I had been really lazy.

This chapter is late, as I haven't had too much free time at the PC.

But anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy your weekend!

;)