"C'mon, please Gee! I'll do your chores for like a month!" Mikey pleaded as he tugged on my shirt. I kept hoping the 5-minute warning bell would ring so he'd be forced to go to class. Yes, I was stalling. It was hard to make up my mind between getting my things ready and all the chaos in the halls.
"I'll think about it." I said, scavenging through my art supplies. Dammit, where did I put my charcoal. I needed it for next class.
"What? But it's tonight Gee! You know Mom and Dad won't let me go if you aren't there. Besides, Frankie and Ray are going! You wouldn't be alone. Don't be such a pr..." Mikey began yapping but I tuned him out and looked up and down the hall. Maybe I could borrow a set from someone who had Art a different period than me. Suddenly, a bouncy blonde ponytail caught the corner of my eye. I smiled to myself, ah, Grace Johnson. She looked nice today, like always. Grace was such a befitting name for such a beautiful girl. Everything about her was graceful. Be it her crystal blue eyes, her perfect blonde waves, or her porcelain skin. I loved the way she always had her hair neatly tied up and out of her face. It accentuated her cheekbones and drew more attention to her smile and eyes. We'd only talked a few times, but that was all it took to have me head over heels. I'd had a crush on her all year, we first met at the school's art exhibition. The first thing that drew me in was her stunning water color paintings. How I'd love to spend a moment looking through her eyes, to see how she interpreted things so beautifully. The few times we talked were wonderful. She was such a nice, outgoing girl. Unlike me, I was more introverted. She once said she could tell by my work that I was a quiet guy, she said that all the magic happened within me. There were many times I wanted to talk to her again but she was always surrounded by friends and other guys. She was popular, and that was something I'd never be. Despite being an artsy girl, she didn't hang out with others like her. She partied every weekend, everyone liked her so she got invited to stuff left and right. But she still wasn't like the others, she didn't wear slutty clothes or tons of make up. She was just so pretty on her own. It behooved me, because even I wore eyeliner. And being that popular, most girls would have grown arrogant or conceited, but she didn't. She was kind to everyone, and humble. I on the other hand was distant and unapproachable. Everyone saw me as the emo kid who was angry and depressed all the time. Sure, I had my little group of friends, but even Frankie was more popular than me, he was likable. It's not like I cared about that kind of stuff but part of me wished I could be likable too. Maybe then I would stand a chance with a girl like Grace. The funny thing was most people thought me and the guys just did drugs all the time and banged other 'emo chicks'. But I, was in fact a virgin. Sure I'd been approached for sex before, but being the shy and introverted guy I was, I never made it past kissing because girls always walked off uninterested or bored. I didn't blame them, because I wasn't interested either, you could always tell by my body language. Even if I was more outgoing, that wouldn't change. There was only one girl I was interested in.

I began walking towards her locker, ignoring Mikey's attempts to yell at me. Today, I would swallow my fears of non-acceptance and talk to her. If I wanted to talk to her so bad, why shouldn't I be able to? I even had an excuse to now. She flashed me a warm smile as I approached, my heart almost skipped a beat. Maybe I could wait to do this.
"Hey! Gerard, right?" She beamed. I nodded, trying to hide the fact how happy I was she even remembered my name. "Hey there." I said a little too solemnly. Fuck, I DID sound emo. I tried to do some damage control by forcing a friendly smile. It seemed to have worked because she returned it almost instantly.
"So, I was wondering if you had any charcoal I could borrow. I seem to have left mine at home." I said, trying to play it cool.
"Oh shoot, you have Art next don't you?" She asked. I nodded in response. Her smile brightened, "Well, good thing you ran into me!" She handed me a plastic container filled with charcoal pencils and pastels. I smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem! In fact I want you to keep it." She said, gesturing to the small box. I looked dumbfounded for a minute, "What? But don't you need it too?".
"Not anymore! Today is my last day here! My Dad got a new job so I'm changing schools!" She giggled. My heart dropped. It was minutes before I had actually processed what she said.
"Oh, I see. That's really kind of you, thanks." Was all I managed to say. Why did I always act so distant, I cursed at myself.
"You're welcome. Do some great things with it! You're such an amazing artist." She said, playfully sticking her tongue out and smiling as she walked off.
I stood silent, staring down the corridor blankly as she walked away. I watched as her perfect ponytail bounced from left to right.
"GERARD!" My thoughts were interrupted by a frustrated Mikey yelling into my ear.
"God Dammit, What?" I said bitterly. He was bothering me, and I wasn't in the best mood now.
"Why did you just walk off while I was talking! You made me look like an idiot!" His eyebrows furrowed.
"You are an idiot. And I had to take care of something." I said bluntly.
"Something? You mean talking to Grace Johnson? Forget her! She's moving! There'll be way hotter girls tonight if we go to this fucking party! C'mon, Let loose for once Gee! If not for yourself, then for meeeee." He insisted in a sing-song voice. I raised an eyebrow and flicked him in the forehead.
"Stop thinking with your dick you little punk. Who's going to hook up with a freshman?" My brother really did get ahead of himself sometimes. He was so eager to grow up, I sighed. My thoughts strayed back to more pressing matters. What if he was right? What if I did need to let loose? I was feeling pretty pathetic seeing as I just watched the love of my life walk out on me. It was most pathetic that I wasted so much time gawking at her, obsessing over her, only to find her gone before ever even trying to get to know her. A drink or two tonight couldn't hurt, it'd give me a chance to 'mourn'.
"Fine. We'll go." I mumbled, causing him to make a scene with his idiotic victory dance. He pulled me into a hug unwillingly then ran off to class.
"Punk." I laughed a little. The halls were starting to empty now as the time for class to start was nearing. I looked down to the plastic container in my hands. I frowned for a second then placed it against my chest, hugging it like the cheese ball that I secretly was.
"Goodbye Grace." I said as I walked off to my class, container still tightly pressed against my chest. My heart grew heavier and heavier with every step.

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"Dude, what's wrong? You're seriously bumming me out." Frank asked clearly annoyed by my sulking.
"Bad day." I spoke, barely looking out the window of the car.
"YOU HAVE TO CHEER UP GEE! PARTY. REMEMBER?" Mikey yelled overly excited from the back seat.
"If you don't chill the fuck out we're going home Mikey. You're making me feel like you'll lose control the moment you get your hands on some alcohol." I snapped.
"NO! I'm not a lightweight! I can hold my liquor I swear!" He bobbed his head back and forth in an annoying manner.
"That's what they all say." I grumbled. I knew tonight was going to be hell because it'd be the first night of many that I'd have to clean up Mikey's puke and drag his passed out body back home.
"Just relax Gerard. We haven't been out in a while, we have to celebrate getting you to leave the house for once." Frank grinned, his eyes still looking at the road.
"Maybe you can finally pop the cherry too." He muttered under his breath. I threw him a deadly glare, I would rather Mikey not know I'm a virgin. I would never hear the end of it. Luckily, he seemed to be too spaced out in his own little world to have caught it.

By the time we pulled up to the street the party was being hosted on, we could see Ray's car already parked behind many. He must have been waiting for us to get there before getting out because the light was still on, I laughed a little bit and pulled out my phone.

'We're here, u can step out of ur car now u sad fuck x' I texted him.

'Cant. gettin blowed hahahahah'He replied.

My eyes went wide and I thought I choked a little bit. I jammed my phone back into my pocket, clearing my throat. I tried to forget what I just read.
"Ray is going to be a while. Lets go in without him." No questions were asked, they were afraid to find out what was keeping him.
I felt a little bit jealous, Ray's evening had already kicked off before we even got to the party. Not that I wanted to get blowed in a car, but I almost felt like he was way ahead in the game than any of us. That was of course until I saw Frankie making out with the school's hottie, Danielle Farah, on a couch.

I was talking with some red-headed bimbo and taking shots when I realized I hadn't seen Mikey since we walked in. I grumbled a little bit before thinking I just had to let him experience all of this for himself. While I was lost in my thoughts I hadn't notice the red-headed girl had grasped my hand. I looked down confused when I felt it brushing against something soft. I nearly spit out my drink when I realized she'd taken her top off and was pressing my hand against her naked breasts. I jumped back in shock, my face burning a bright red. "S-Sweetie you're drunk. I'm sorry just-" I panicked, looking for her shirt amongst all the garbage that had already accumulated on the floor. I found it and swiftly threw it at her, trying not to catch another glimpse. I cleared my throat, and walked away from her. I didn't know where I was going but I just had to get away. I found a seat next to a lonely keg of beer. "This will do." I sighed, sitting down and picking up one of the three tubes attached to it. I squeezed the latch on it, allowing the liquid to pour into my mouth, quickly filling my cheeks. As not to spill any, I tried to quickly drink as much as I could. When I had to breathe I stopped the flow for a few seconds then repeated the process about a dozen times. When I felt I had enough, I tried to stand only to find that my legs had given out on me and I collapsed to the floor. The whole room spun for about 15 minutes till finally I could see a pair of feet walking towards me.

"Gerard? Is that you?" A soft voice spoke. I tried my best to raise my head in the direction of the voice. When my eyes finally locked onto the individual I almost choked.
"Grace? What...What are you doing here?" I said wearily trying to clear my head and stand up. I didn't want her to see me like this, but it was so hard to pull myself together. I was fucked. I should've known she'd be here. She's always partying and since she was about to leave it'd only make sense that she'd show up to the last party of the semester to say bye to all her friends.
"What are you doing here, silly." She giggled, linking her arm in mine so I wouldn't fall and seating me on a couch. I was trying my best to focus but it was just impossible.
"I didn't know you liked to come to parties like this." She grinned wide. I glanced over to her, somehow being able to process that.
"I don't." I groaned, "I had to take my brother here." Good thing I was drunk, or else I'd never be able to carry a normal conversation with her like this.
"Ah, right! The freshman!" she laughed. I groaned more, I could only imagine what he was doing right now that caused her to say that. This was such a bad idea.
"Fucking Mikey." I growled.
She laughed some more, "This has to be the most I've ever heard you talk!"
I smiled a little, "Yeah. I'm a quiet guy remember?"
"I remember." She smiled back. My heart fluttered a little, that smile. That beautiful fucking smile.

"What else do you remember?" I dared to flirt, oh alcohol, what have you done to me.
She smiled even brighter, "You need to get your drink on more often, Gerard Way. You'd have the ladies swooning."
"Right." I snorted, holy fucking crap did she seriously just SAY that.
"Seriously! You're more popular amongst the ladies than you think." she giggled.
I almost ran out of the room, I couldn't believe I was talking with her so casually, and about this. How could she say that, I knew it wasn't true, but the fact that she was just acknowledging my existence made my heart speed up. She took two more shots of vodka, as if to give her courage to say what she would next.
"The ladies dig you. They're just so scared to talk to you. Most of the girls think you'll snap at them or something." She grinned.
"You're talking to me." I said, unable to control the beads of sweat rolling down my face.
"I'm not most girls." she smiled flirtatiously. I looked away immediately, my heart almost exploded out of my chest. This wasn't happening. This was a dream, or a figment of my drunk imagination. I pinched myself once then looked back to her wide-eyed face.
"Did you just pinch yourself?" She said bursting into a fit of giggles. At some point I joined in and began laughing a little bit.
"Maybe." I said, my face still beating bright red.
At that point, I could've sworn I'd caught her blushing too.
"I wish I could've talked to you sooner. I didn't know you were this nice." She admitted, embarrassed.
"Oh geez, looks like the alcohol is kicking in. I'm starting to say the things I'd be to scared to say sober." She laughed nervously. I put a hand on her shoulder, and her eyes shot up to mine. For a second we just stared into each other's eyes, allowing them to carry a conversation. Mine told her, 'Do you have any idea how long I've loved and adored you? Do you have any idea how much these words are affecting my heart? Don't you know the alcohol is what's gotten me to even talk to you in the first place?' Her's told me, 'Why hadn't I done this sooner?'

I smiled, breaking the conversation between our eyes.
"You've always had the most beautiful eyes, Grace Johnson." Wait, back it up brain, what did you just make me say?
"No, you have. Gerard Way." She stared at me, stunned by what had just taken place.
What did that mean? Did that mean she'd taken notice to my eyes before too? How was that possible? She barely knew I existed. "To be quite frank. I didn't really think you knew I existed, apart from the times we'd spoken." She spoke softly, now slumping over very drunk-like. I felt like dying or collapsing, maybe fainting. But not before a single tear streamed down my face.
"That can't be true. I always knew you were there, I knew it everyday when you walked down the hallway 8 AM on the dot, your hair bouncing around perfectly, your eyes filled with something as beautiful, if not more beautiful than the day before. Then at the end of the day in the Art room, looking at whatever had filled your eyes that morning on a canvas. Beautifully painted each time. I never knew you were there? You never knew I was there Grace." I blurted. My eyes shot down to my shaking hands. What have I done. Not only had I spilled my guts to her, but I had done so sounding frustrated. As if it were her fault, as if my incapability to start a conversation were her fault. I wanted to apologize immediately, tell her she'd done nothing wrong, and that these were just the nonsensical spouts of a drunk man. But when her eyes looked into mine, stunned, and filled with tears, all I could do was pull her into a loving embrace.
We hugged each other for what felt like a minute. She then pulled back, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

"I never knew you were there? Bullshit. I only walked down that hallway everyday to get a glimpse of you standing by your locker. My first class doesn't even go in that direction. I couldn't start my day without seeing your eyes. The only eyes in the entire school that had never undressed me where I stood. The only eyes I'd ever seen that burned with a flame so passionate, and so mysteriously dark. I saw something new within them every single day. Using that and only that, I painted." She closed her eyes, not wanting anymore tears to spill. I was at a loss for words. I couldn't move or talk or process anything that had just been said to me.

I could only say, "So you're telling me, we inspired each other this whole time? And we've only realized it now that you're about to leave?" It was tragic, but beautiful. But it was also unbelievable, literally. She nodded, more tears spilling over. We looked into each other's eyes once more before our lips crashed together. She pulled me closer to her, entangling her fingers in my hair. Words couldn't explain the way my heart beat for her. Before we could progress she grabbed my hand and lead me off the sofa. We hadn't realized how drunk we were till we tried to stand. But we both knew what we had been saying hadn't just come from our drunk imaginations. It was real and genuine. The alcohol had only magnified the emotions more so than we could both handle. She kept walking forward, pulling me with her. I didn't know where we were going, I didn't care either. I just followed her. Everything around me became a black haze except for her, the little light in between it all. I thought I could hear someone calling my name, or even people yelling. Frank? Mikey? Maybe Ray? The alcohol would not allow me to hear anything other than the sounds of Grace and I shuffling around. I could tell we tripped over a bunch of stuff, but again I couldn't see what. The only thing I could see was Grace's figure moving in front of me, guiding my hand. We entered a room now, and I could hear Grace locking the door behind us. I then felt her petite hands glide across my chest then with an abrupt push I fell backwards. At first I had that frightening feeling when you know you're going to fall but you can't do anything but wait for the impact to occur, but then something strange happened. My back fell against what felt like a bed. There was no scary impact.

At that moment my vision came back to me, we were inside a candle-lit bedroom, Grace advancing herself towards me. My eyes widened, this was really happening. This wasn't just some sick fantasy or figment of my imagination. She crawled onto the bed, positioning herself on top of me. I tried to stand up but she pushed me back down. What... What was happening. At that point she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her lacy white bra. "Grace-" I began, she shushed me with a kiss to the lips. My hands began moving on their own, I couldn't help it. Never in my life had I ever been unable to control myself till this moment. My body had never moved by itself the way it did now. The kiss deepened, our tongues now slipping into each other's mouths. I placed my hands on her lower back, moving them all the way up her spine, to her neck. I felt every crevice and every piece of her soft, silk skin. I'd never touched a woman in this way before, I took in everything there that was offered to me. I traced my way up and down her back once more, now stopping at her bra strap. She bit and pulled at my lower lip, as if allowing me permission to take it off. I unbuckled the bra without even thinking twice. I felt her grin against my lips. She sat up right, allowing me to look. My face flushed completely red. I wasn't used to this, I mean, I didn't even look at porn on my own. It just wasn't in my personality. Whenever I had to sketch naked people, I was never sexually excited either, it just wouldn't cross my mind. But this made blood instantly rush to my face, and...other places. She laughed almost seductively at the feel of me hardening against her.

She was so beautiful, If I even had to define the perfect breasts I'd say she had them. I was probably biased, but I just thought she was amazing. She definitely looked as if an artist had sculpted her body themselves. She tugged at my shirt, pouting. I wasn't impressive to look at in the slightest, I had no defined features, but I did as as she wished. She grinned, pressing her naked body against mine, also feeling the crevices within my skin. She pressed our lips back together, grinding very slightly into my pelvic region. I winced, honestly at this point I was so hard that it hurt to keep my pants on. She stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes lovingly, "I'm sorry." She looked down unsure of herself. I cupped her face in my hands, pulling her back in for a deep kiss. This time, I flipped her on her back and pressed up against her. She straddled her hips against me in response, the kiss we then had was really hot until I stopped. A sudden realization came over me, this was going to be the last time we ever did this. This was our goodbye to each other. Whatever could have been, or may have been was set to expire tonight. I pulled her closer, squeezing in a meaningful hug. She squeezed back, she knew it too. We were so foolishly romantic about a situation so fucked up, I thought.

"Let's do this." She whispered into my ear. My eyes widened, she couldn't mean...? As if in response she tried to remove my pants and boxers with her legs. I kicked them off, also pulling her shorts and panties off. Fuck, what am I doing. A little voice panicked in the back of my head. She pulled me back into our passionate kiss, biting and nibbling my lower lip occasionally. If I had calmed down any before, I was fucked now. I blushed at the fact that this was happening, I was just like the typical hormonal teenage boy.
"Now." she suddenly spoke.
"Grace..." I said.
"Please?" she replied.

When she looked at me this way, she could ask me to kill someone and I would. I kissed her cheek then pulled her hips towards me. She gave me a sexy grin, playing with my hair. At this point I grabbed a condom from the nightstand next to us. I ripped it open then slowly inserted myself into her, evoking a gasp between the both of us. She clawed into my back, as I began moving. The sounds she made were music to my ears, they turned me on more than anything.
"I love you." She spoke, causing me to grind into her harder. She cursed, squeezing me tighter.
"I always loved you." I whispered back, a single tear escaping my eyes. I showered her in kisses as I sped up. Minutes later I knew we were almost done. At this point our hearts were racing, and our bodies were warm with lust and sweat. Her moaning increased, and I felt her insides tighten. I couldn't hold back after this and released inside of her. We tried to get a hold of our breath, looking deep into each other's eyes.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her into my arms. We just held each other close for the next hour. When this was done, we were done. We both knew that. There seemed to be a strong understanding between the two of us without having to say anything. Why was it done? Because we were artists, and what we had created between us was art. To ruin it, would be a sin against god. Preserving the idea of what we had created was more important then holding on to each other for a short time more. We'd rather conclude it beautifully and tragically, then grow weary and sad farther down the line.
She would move away, she was still young and she would experience new things. She would meet new guys, and I wouldn't be around to prevent it. The distance would get to us, spoil the connection we felt for each other. So we would preserve it, by letting it die here. It was a strange thing, but when she looked into my eyes she looked into my soul, as I to her. And we both knew it to be true, this was it.

"I'm always going to love you, Gerard." She whimpered, tears threatening to spill over.
"Me too Gracie." I pulled her closer, trying not to think about what was happening. The worst part of this was that it was our own foolish faults for having to say goodbye before we even go to say hello. She parted from my arms and stood up from the bed, putting her clothes back on. My heart was shattering, slowly denying the inevitable. I shook as I recovered my clothing as well. Part of me was happy, this was my first time and it got to be with her. It was so special, and that counted for more than I could have ever imagined. I never thought it was a big deal till now. We now sat on the bed, fully clothed.

"It's not going to be easy, forgetting you. You were a part of my every day." She said, looking to the floor in anguish.
"It'll be okay Grace. You need to go live your life now. This was so fucking beautiful, you were beautiful. Hours ago I wouldn't have even imagined that you realized I existed, let alone thought anything of me. You've given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for. I'll always love you." I pulled her into a suffocating hug, not letting go till her tears stopped. We stayed for another 30 minutes, just in each others company. It was 2 am now, luckily the party was still going on so we hadn't been kicked out yet.
"I've really gotta go. I was supposed to be home an hour ago. Our flight leaves at 9 AM." She kissed me once more. A few more salty tears escaping her. Our lips trembled as they parted.
"See ya." I said looking to the ground. I couldn't look at her face, because I too would burst into tears.
"So long, and goodnight Gerard." she said pulling me into one last hug. We parted, yes that was probably when my heart finally broke into a million pieces. She walked out of the room, leaving me inside and closing the door behind her. I broke down, tears spilling everywhere. It felt as if there were a bloodied gaping hole in my chest. I gripped it tightly, it hurt too bad. I fell to the ground pathetically crying and clawing at a non existent hole inside my body. The love of my life walked out once again, this time taking a piece with her.

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Waking up that morning wasn't like any other day. There was a void inside me, a hollowness. I moved almost mechanically, not because I wanted to but because I had to. I didn't speak, even when Mikey tried to talk with me about the party.
"Why are you so bummed out. You looked like you enjoyed last night. I mean I get that we're hungover but you're scaring me." His eyes shifted. I didn't speak, I just looked forward and walked, hoping my body wouldn't give out on me.

When we got to the school I stood still in the hallway, facing the direction Grace would have been walking from. I smiled a little bit, I still couldn't believe we'd looked into each other's eyes every morning, without even knowing it.
"Gee! You okay? Mikey said you were being strange." Frankie walked up to me frowning. I nodded, still not speaking.
"Well, what class do you have next?" He shrugged it off, he knew that sometimes it was better to just let me be in my moods.
"Art." I mumbled.
"Eh. Damn. I wanted to know if you wanted to skip, we found a really great place to jam and it'll be vacant till 10 o'clock. But god forbid I got you to skip art." He laughed. He wanted to jam? I thought we stopped doing that when we couldn't find a drummer.
"Drums?" I asked plainly.
"Theres this new sophomore, he enrolled about a week ago, his names Matt or something. Anyways, he's sick! I saw him playing yesterday at the party." He grinned widely.
I thought for a minute, maybe I could go. There was something inside me that didn't want to step inside the art room today. I didn't want to see the vacant space in the closet where Grace's art work would no longer be hanging. I certainly didn't want to draw either. I don't think I could, not for a while.
"Let's go." I said, swinging my bag over my shoulder. Frank's eyes went wide for a minute and it had taken him a while to process what I'd said.
"Seriously?! FUCK YES!" He raised his hands as if thanking the heavens.
We walked away from the school, leaving behind the bullshit, leaving behind the sadness.

As they were setting their instruments and equipment up I sat on the floor with a small notebook. Maybe I could try to write something while I waited. It couldn't hurt. I scribbled a couple things down:

This broken city sky like butane on my skin,
Stolen from my eyes.
Hello Angel, tell me where are you.
Tell me where we go from here.

"Hm." I stared at it for a while, this could actually make a decent chorus to something. "Gerard! We're ready!" Mikey called me over. My eyes shot up, there was no way they'd set up in that short amount of time. But they did? Had I just spaced out writing lyrics? I got up and walked over, leaving the notebook on a table.
"Here dude." Ray passed a microphone to me. I took it from him and just stared at it. This all felt weird, but in a good way, it was weird the way things were just sort of falling into place.

We played a few songs and had managed to work up a sweat. My heart was beating. I laughed a little, hours ago I thought I didn't have a heart anymore. Yet here it was, beating so furiously. There was a strange adrenaline pumping through my veins, it helped me mask the pain I was feeling. My phone suddenly beeped, breaking my concentration. I opened it to find a new text message:

Gerard, It's Grace. I asked your brother for your number before leaving last night. I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. I wouldn't feel right leaving without saying that. If I could help this from happening I would. I'm about to get on the plane but it feels like theres something holding me back. I know this is what we've gotta do. But it doesn't make it any easier. I also know we can't keep in contact after this, or we'd just be contradicting ourselves. Stay Safe, Gee. But if you ever really need to talk to someone, this is my number. Use it.

My eyes grew wide, and I laughed a little bit.
"She's so silly." I started writing out a reply, but then I stopped, rereading what I'd written a few times. It was too much, it was too friendly and too loving.This wasn't going to work. I couldn't have her number because I would call her. I didn't trust myself. This had to be goodbye. My fingers trembled but I went into my phone and deleted the number forever.

The End

Notes

Hey there, so I'm probably going to write a sequel to this one-shot. I've got pretty good ideas. It may not be for a while because I have other requests to get to, but I'll let you guys know either by posting it as a part of this collection or just writing its title somewhere.
Thank you very much meow_poison for this request! I hope you enjoyed it and that it met your expectations, you're always welcome to request more :) You mentioned to me that you may want to continue this yourself, just let me know! I'll hold off on writing this for a while to give you time to think about it. I'm not super set on writing more so it's really up to your own interpretation. I would like this story to have a second part though, I feel strong about it not ending here .

...Writing this took a chunk out of me.