302Finally Friday had arrived.
After Justin and Katy had "reconnected" last night, she had sat down to dinner with us, and fit right in. Needless to say, this only reaffirmed my thoughts about her - I liked her.
So, after pointless, but nonetheless amusing small talk at the dinner table, we watched a little TV while Matt washed the dishes. When he was done, we played a few games of Buzz (I totally won...Not that anyone was taking notice, of course...) before we all headed up to bed.
Katy and I, however, did not go straight to sleep, like we probably should have considering the day we had ahead of us. It was a little past 10 when we got up to the room, and 10:30 by the time we had finally gotten into bed. Despite Katy's offers to sleep on the floor, I won the argument, and she ended up sharing my bed. (It's a double, it's not like we were pressed for space or anything..) We stayed up chatting for a while, mostly about Justin.
"I was jealous of you," she admitted sheepishly. "How much he loved you. God. It was near torture. Watching over him, taking care of him, being there for him, when all he could talk about, or even think about, was you. I never understood it, how he could love you so much. You weren't even there. I don't even know how I lasted so long. I know now, though. It's because I loved - love - him. But still, even knowing that, you have no idea how hard it was, just being around him every day.."
I smiled sadly. Her words reminded me of Beau, and every thing that I had put him through.
"No, I don't. I can't even imagine how hard it would be," I admitted.
We lay in silence for a while, thinking.
Eventually, we both lapsed into sleep.
Sleep did not seem to last very long, as we were both woken by Emma's loud banging on the front door.
"Come on sunshine, it's dance day! No time for sleep now!" she exclaimed happily, bursting into the room. "Get up Ann- oh. Hi," she said to Katy, who she had only just noticed. "Who are you?"
Katy smiled. "I'm Katy," she introduced herself.
"Justin's girlfriend," I added, grinning.
"Oh. Well, hi," she said again. "I'm Emma." She bounced (yeah. Bounced. At..oh god, it was only 7! I swear she was on something.) over to the bed, and pulled the covers off us. "Don't think that just because you're new here you're getting out of our dance," she warned Katy light heartedly. "She is coming, right?" she said to me.
"Um...I don't have a dress..." Katy interrupted, sounding embarrassed. "Sorry."
Emma only grinned. "You stay right here. I have a dress that would look perfect on you. I'll be back in 15."
Katy looked kind of scared. I smiled at her, and laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it."
She laughed. "Ok then. Good to know... I think."
I rolled out of bed. "Come on. We better get something to eat before she comes back. God knows we won't have much time after.."
I headed downstairs, with Katy following me.
When I got into the kitchen, I found a note on the bench.
Anna and Katy,
Gone to Trey's to get ready. We didn't want to be here when Emma got here. Haha.
Hope you girls have fun today, doing...girly stuff. Whatever it is that you do.
Guaranteed you'll all look amazing tonight. Almost as good as we will :P
We'll meet you guys there, call us when you're leaving, or if you need anything.
And if you find my watch, can you bring it with you? :)
See you tonight. We'll be the ones turning heads. Lol.
Matt and Justin.
PS – I know you girls will want to use my shower, or else you'll have a meltdown or something having to share one, so the bedroom door is unlocked. DON'T touch anything though, ok?
I picked up the note, and laughed. Boys.
I'll admit it. I was too excited to eat, so I settled for just a coffee. Katy made toast (which I may or may not have stolen some of...), and we settled into the couch, watching Sailor Moon reruns.
Emma was true to her word. No more than fifteen minutes had passed when she came barging back into the house, like she lived here, carrying with her a large dress bag.
Katy turned to me. "Should I be scared?" she asked, stage whispering.
I laughed, and nodded. "Very scared."
Katy laughed, while Emma mock glared. "Shut up, both of you. The other girls will be here soon," she told me. "Steph just called, she's leaving now, but she has to pick up Imogen and Jess."
The girls arrived at about 8, and the fun could finally begin…
Emma had had time to think her "brilliant" plan through when she left to pick up Katy's dress, and, apparently, getting ready so early in the morning would be a waste of time, because we would have to do hair and makeup again before we left (not like I had been telling her that from the very beginning or anything, oh no.)
So, the "fun" began at 12, and we were all ready by five. With the insane colours that we were all wearing, it was a surprise that none of us clashed. We looked like a rainbow, honestly.
I was wearing an electric blue strapless pouf dress, with a wide red bow around my waist, and plain black heels. My hair was left out, but instead of pink streaks like before, I had dyed them electric blue, as well as lining my eyes the same colour, to match the dress, and I had applied a dark purple tinted lipgloss.
Katy looked amazing in the dress she had borrowed from Emma. It was a stunningly bright orange, with thin straps. It reached just above her knees, and a thin black bow was tied below her chest. Like me, she was wearing plain black heels. Her makeup was simpler than mine, though – just thin black liner, and clear lipgloss. Her hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, with wisps of hair falling around her face. She looked completely gorgeous.
Imogen was dressed in a light yellow 'fairy' dress, as we had named it. It had sleeves that fell off her shoulders perfectly, and the poufy skirt (yes, I'm aware that poufy does not give you a very accurate picture of the skirt, but that's the only word that I can think of) stopped a little below her knees. In accordance with the 'bow' theme, her dark blonde hair tied up with a pale pink ribbon. Her make up was the same as Katy's, though her eyeliner was a little darker, to make her eyes stand out more.
Jess looked stunning, as usual. She was in a black halter neck dress, with a silver belt clasped around her waist, her stilettos the same shiny colour as the belt. Her brown hair was left out, and it fell loosely around her shoulders. Her makeup was the most elaborate out of all of ours. She had applied heavy silver eyeliner, gold eyeshadow, as well as body glitter, all over. It hurt my eyes just looking at her, she was that shiny.
Steph and Emma, as usual, looked beautiful. Steph was in an emerald green halter dress, similar to Jess', though it was a few centimetres longer than hers, although both stopped above the knee. She was wearing black heels, and her caramel hair had been straightened, and now fell down around her shoulders like a curtain. She had lined her mossy green eyes with light brown eyeliner, and was wearing pink tinted lipgloss.
Emma was dressed in a strapless purple, heart shaped poufy dress. Best of all worlds, really. She had silver heels on, and, like the majority of the group, her long pale blonde hair was left falling down her back. Her makeup matched the outfit – purple eyeliner, a small amount of pink eyeshadow, and clear lipgloss.
We looked amazing, if I do say so myself.
So after last minute hair and makeup fixes, we grabbed our purses, and piled into Steph's car.
I was nervous. Beyond nervous. Super nervous. I think even my nerves had nerves, that's how nervous I was. It was crazy.
"Hey," said Imogen, who was sitting next to me in the back, "It'll be okay. You'll do great." She smiled at me reassuringly.
I sighed. "What if I don't, Im? What if I just screw it all up even more? What if he still doesn't want to talk to me?"
She smiled again, and put her arm around my shoulders. "If he doesn't want to talk to you after this, then he's an idiot. Right girls?" she asked the other occupants of the car. A chorus of 'Hell Yeahs' were heard.
Despite the nerves, I was pretty excited about the dance. I mean, if I was to believe the hallway gossip, it was going to be the dance of the year. How could I ignore that awesome endorsement?
When we finally pulled up to the giant hall our school had rented, the nerves had settled some. The boys, who we had messaged before we had left, were standing out the front, waiting for us, only two of them with dates with them.
Matt was with some girl from his Math class – Tinashe, I think her name was. And she looked really pretty. She was wearing a crimson red gown-thing that looked amazing against her skin. Her black hair was pulled up into a bun. The little I knew about her told me that she was an incredibly bubbly person, which I liked, although, I had heard from a little grade 8 kid, who had annoyed her in some way or another, that she was a little 'scary'. And, according to Matt, she shared his (our) weird obsession with cartoons. They were only going together as friends (or so Matt had told me...), but I liked her anyway, so even if they weren't, it would be okay.
The other one with a date was Trey, and, of course, he had found a girl almost as weird as he was. Her name was Nicole - she was in our Geography class. She was the quiet type, you know, the type that sat up the back, working, but occasionally she came up with things that could make the whole class laugh. I liked her. We didn't hang out or anything, but she was always nice to me, and she was an awesome listener. When I said she was weird, I didn't mean it in a bad way, at all. I meant that she was one of the few, if not the only, girl at the dance not wearing a dress. She and Trey were a match made in heaven, though again, I was assured that they were only going as friends. Nicole was wearing a very bright lime green off the shoulder top, black dress pants, and a strange tie, with musical notes and symbols all over it. This went very well with Trey's hot pink shirt, black dress pants, and keyboard tie (god knows where he found one of them. I thought they were all burned at the end of the 80s. Apparently not.) Her dark hair had a blue streak in it, and her brown eyes were lined in black beneath her glasses. Trey had done his hair again, obviously to suit both his and his date's outfits, and had put splashes of both hot pink and lime green throughout it.
"Hey ladies," he said suggestively as the six of us approached them. "How are you on this fine night?"
We laughed, as Nicole swatted him in the arm. "We're fine, and how are you boys?" Emma replied for us.
"Quite well, quite well," Matt offered, in a ridiculously overdone English accent. "Shall we go inside?"
The rest of the girls laughed, however, my attention was drawn to Beau, who was hanging behind the main group of Trey, Matt and Justin, and Trey and Matt's dates, of course. He caught my eye, and then looked quickly away, whispering something to Matt before he disappeared inside the hall. I briefly considered following him, but something told me to wait. I would have my chance to make things clear to him later.
Justin hadn't said anything since he had seen Katy.
"Well?" Emma demanded impatiently. "What do you think? Does she look good or what?"
"She looks…Wow. You look amazing, Katy. Really."
Katy blushed. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself," she said, referring to the suit-and-tie outfit that he seemed to share with almost every other boy there.
He laughed. "Well, I think it's about time that I got to show you off. If the rest of you girls will excuse us, I believe that we are going to head inside." He bowed exaggeratedly as we laughed at him, and the two of them headed inside, joining Trey and Nicole, who had left in the middle of Justin's drooling, waving goodbyes at us.
"Well," said Jess chirpily, "I think it's high time we made our grand entrance, don't you?"
Steph grinned. "Damn right."
We all linked arms, and made to head indoors.
"Wait," I said, turning to Matt. "How was he?" I asked him, wanting to prepare myself as much as possible.
He sighed. "Upset. Trying to make out like he doesn't care, but…"
I sighed, and turned back to the group. "Ok."
We headed into the hall, while I tried to calm my nerves. Luckily, the excitement over the dance was enough to overshadow the nervousness.
The night went by fairly quickly, and with a lot of laughs. It was pretty perfect, if I do say so myself. There were pictures taken, conversations had, a lot of dancing done (well, duh.) , and a good time had all round. I had actually managed to forget about my nerves, and just lose myself in the night.
That was, until of course, Emma nudged me at the table we were sitting at.
"Anna," she whispered, so that the other people at our table (the other people being Nicole, Trey, Matt, Jenna, and some guy called Adam) wouldn't overhear. "It's time."
I sighed, and stood up. "Ok. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom first, prepare myself, or whatever," I told her.
"Do you want me to come?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, I'll be right."
I walked to the bathroom, and observed myself critically in the mirror. I looked fine. I knew what I was doing – I was stalling. Because I was freaking out. Because my stupid nerves had returned. Stupid nerves.
I sat down on the floor. I don't know why, but the floor always has a strange calming effect on me. I was in there a good five minutes before I heard someone come in.
"Anna?"
Looking up, i found Jenna looking down at me, looking Barbie-perfect in her little pink dress, with her super blonde hair flowing down her back.
"Hey Jenna," I smiled, trying to make it look like I sat on random bathroom floors every day. Which, if I'm honest, I do tend to do. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. Although I would like to know why you're sitting on the bathroom floor…" she said, grinning at me, as she took a seat next to me.
"It's a long story," I admitted. "The short version is, I screwed up majorly, and now I want to fix it, and I'm sitting here freaking out like there's no tomorrow because I can't stop thinking that this might all go horribly horribly wrong, and nothing will be fixed, and Beau will still hate me and-" I cut myself off as I realised that I may have said a little too much. "Huh," was all she said.
I sighed.
"I thought that it might have something to do with him," she told me.
I looked at her, curious. "You did?"
She laughed. "Well, yeah. I mean, the looks you've been giving him, the looks he's been giving you, the way you reacted when you saw him dancing with Tiara Connelly, the look he gave Brandon McKenzie when he was dancing with you. I picked up on it straight away."
She looked at me, seriously. "Anna, look. I know that you have issues with Beau. Or, have had issues with Beau, whatever. My point is that you can't let him get away. And if that means going out there, and doing whatever it is that you're planning on doing, just to get his attention, for even a chance to fix things, then I say go for it. And if you fail, and if he doesn't listen, then it's his fault that you two didn't make it. Because at least you would have tried, right?" She smiled at me, as I let her words sink in. She had a point. I told her so.
She grinned, and stood up. "I know." She offered me her manicured hand, which I accepted, and she helped me to my feet. "Now, get out there, and do whatever you have to to fix this, ok?"
I nodded. "Thanks, Jenna. You really helped. A lot. So…thank you."
She smiled at me. "Anytime, Anna, anytime. Now go!" She practically pushed me out the bathroom door.
I swallowed as I looked towards the stage. It was now or never. I looked around the room, and was surprised at my perfect timing. Everyone was sitting down, eating, listening to the band play. I caught Emma's eye, and she winked and waved at me, urging me to go ahead. I took a deep breath, and headed for the stage. The singer, Jason, saw me coming, and, as I had talked to the band beforehand, he grinned and waved, moving off the stage as he did so.
"Hey," he said. "You ready?"
I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."
He smiled, and hugged me quickly. "Don't worry. You'll be great."
"I hope so," I murmured.
He jumped back on stage quickly, to introduce me.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced in his deep voice, "We have a very big surprise for you. One of your own will be up here, as our guest singer, giving me a break. I know you'll love her almost as much as I do. She's gonna sing two songs for you, you lucky people, while I take a break. Hopefully, it will strike a chord with some of you." He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. Subliminal messaging much? "So here we go, guys, your very own Anneliese Wilson!" He beamed at me when I rolled my eyes again. Of course he introduced me as Anneliese. Of course.
And, of course, the table full of my friends jumped up and cheered as loud as they could.
As if I wasn't freaking out enough.
Strangely though, their (incredibly loud) support gave me confidence. Even Jenna was standing, and clapping. I was feeling pretty good, as my eyes landed on Beau.
He looked shocked, and confused. He knew I didn't sing. He knew why I didn't sing. So, naturally, he was confused as to why I was standing on a stage, microphone in hand, ready to sing my heart out.
I could only hope that he would realise the reason, before the night was over.
I took a deep breath, and prepared to do what I hadn't done for eight years. I was going to sing. For him.
"Hey guys," I said into the microphone. "As Jason said, I'll be the entertainment for the next two songs. There is an alternative for this little setup, and I really hope that it's realised by the end of this."
"We love you Anna!" Trey screamed from our table. I laughed with the rest of the crowd.
"I love you too," I said, still laughing.
I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for the first song.
I signalled the band, and listened for the cue, before launching into Dean Geyer's We Share The Same Space.
Even though you passed me by
I still hold onto the light in your eyes
And this rose in my room
Doesn't grow, never will
And you're in my head, and you're in my head
As I sang, I watched the room for reactions. My friends were grinning like crazy – I assumed that they were happy with the song choice. Even though I had filled the girls in on the whole 'singing' plan, they didn't know what songs I was planning to do.
We share the same space
We are the same, so I
Don't understand why things are this way
Two people forced to turn their backs and walk away
Cause they could not communicate how much they wanna stay
There was only one reaction that I wanted to see, more than anything. And the person controlling that reaction, was currently refusing to meet my eyes.
From the moment we met
Until the day I let it go, you
Brought out a shine
On the death-row chambers floor
And although we're apart
My heart is with you
My heart is with you
My heart is with you
I swear he looked up for a split second when I sang those lines. Not that I was watching him for a reaction or anything. Even though I was.
We share the same space
We are the same, so I
Don't understand why things are this way
Two people forced to turn their backs and walk away
Cause they could not communicate how much they wanna stay
He got up to walk away, and I cannot even tell you how perfect that timing was.
"Don't walk away" He froze.
"Don't walk away" He turned around.
"Don't walk away" He walked back to his seat.
We share the same space
We are the same, so I
Don't understand why things are this way
Two people forced to turn their backs and walk away
Cause they could not communicate how much they wanna stay
We share the same space
We are the same, so I
Don't understand why things are this way
Two people forced to turn their backs and walk away
Cause they could not communicate how much they wanna stay
Could not communicate how much they want to stay.
I admit, I was tearing up at the song. However, being the professional that I was, I managed to ignore it. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what was going through his mind. God. If he would just look at me, show me whatever reaction he was having, because I needed to know. I needed to know if it was working.
As the crowd clapped, I got ready for the next song. If this one didn't say it all, explain it all, then I was doomed. This one was the most important one.
For like the billionth time that night, I took a deep breath. This was it.
I see it in the way you would do
When no one else could ever get through
Holding back till I come around
Time and time again you wait for me to come in
And did you really look my way
Cause no one could have seen this coming
I would never let you down
If I was running backwards in full time
So I can and I will and you'll see
our hero come running, over and over tonight
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back, and I do wanna try
Cause if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time
Me, I'm used to being tired and bloody
But you believed that I could be somebody
ou put your world on hold for me
Gave away to follow failure through the fire
I need you to know I will
Believe me boy I'm so tired of running
I just wanna hold your hand
Stare at you like you've got everything I need
So I can and I will and you'll see
Your hero come running, over and over tonight
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back, and I do wanna try
Cause if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time
What if I never said to you I was dynamite?
What if I never told you I'm afraid to cry?
What if I never let you down and said
I'm sorry for the nights I can't remember?
What if I never said to you I would try?
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back, and I do wanna try
Cause if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time, yeah
And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back, and I do wanna try
Cause if falling for you boy is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time, yeah, oh, oh.
I had spent the whole song avoiding Beau. I was afraid of his reaction, to be honest. When I finally got up the courage to look at him, he wasn't there. He was gone. I bit back tears as I hurried to get off the stage, barely even noticing the applause of the crowd, and the shouts of my friends. I just wanted to get off the stage. I motioned to Jason, who was standing near the stage, and, seeing my expression, he hurried up the stage to take the microphone from me.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, we do hope that you enjoyed that, I know I did." I didn't stay long enough to hear the rest of it. I made my way through the crowd, heading towards the doors.
Finding them, I pushed them open, and sat down on the ground, not even caring if my dress got ruined.
Of course I had failed. How could I have been so stupid, to think that it would all be okay, after everything that I had put him through? Of course he hated me. And he had every right to.
"Anna?" Great. Now I'm hearing his voice.
Way to be sane, Anna, I thought bitterly to myself.
"Anna," came the voice again. "Are you okay?"
I sighed, and turned around, expecting to see nothing, confirming my suspicions that I should, in fact, be committed to some form of institution. Instead I found Beau, looking down at me, concern on his face.
I should have been happy, but I wasn't.
Thanks to all my moping, I was bitter, and angry, and sulky.
"What do you care? " I muttered moodily.
"Anna, of course I care," he said, kneeling down in front of me so that we were face to face. I refused to look at him.
"If you care so much then why did you leave?" I asked angrily.
"Anna, look at me." When I refused, he took my chin in his hand, and turned my head to look at him. I refused to acknowledge how warm his hand felt, and the shocks his touch sent across my skin.
When I finally did look at him though, I noticed how red his eyes were. "Were…Were you crying?" I asked, curious.
He looked at the ground, and nodded sheepishly.
"But…why?" I asked.
"Because I was an idiot, Anna. I jumped to conclusions, I didn't ask you, I mean, god, Matt told me that you didn't remember, and…"
"Beau," I cut him off. "You're not an idiot."
We sat for a while, in silence. It was a comfortable silence, though. I think that we both had a lot to think about.
I hadn't noticed how cold the weather had gotten until I felt the shiver run through my body. Beau, having moved next to me, felt it too. He removed his jacket, and placed it around my shoulders. I noticed how it smelled like him, and smiled.
"Anna?" he asked, hesitantly.
I looked at him. "Yeah?"
"Did…Did you mean it? The song?"
"Which part?"
"The part where you're falling for me," he answered, unsurely.
"Oh. That. No. I'm not falling for you," I answered.
"Then what –" he began angrily, before I cut him off.
"I've already fallen, Beau. Hard. Harder than even I had realised." I told him. The smile that lit up his face just cemented everything.
"Really? You mean it?" he asked. He looked adorable, like a kid on Christmas morning.
My grin matched his, as he put his arm around me. I nodded. "There is absolutely nobody else that I would rather be with," I told him.
Hearing the music through the door he had left ajar, he stood up. "May I have this dance?" he asked me, still grinning.
I laughed. "How could I refuse?" I took his offered hand, and we danced outside for a while, doing ridiculous twists, and turns, and twirls, that weren't even in time with the music. But did either of us care?
Not. A. Bit.
When the song was done, we slipped into a hesitant slow dance. There was no music anymore. All I could hear was the sound of the wind, the occasional insect or animal. His breathing. His heartbeat, which I'm sure was as fast as mine. His eyes were beautiful close up. They were all different shades of grey, like a storm cloud cloaked in silver.
And when he kissed me…
There were enough sparks to set off a fireworks display.
His lips were gentle and warm against mine, and my knees went so weak it's a miracle I could even stand. He deepened the kiss, and I'm sure that if I was not leaning so heavily into his body, I would have fallen over or something.
We broke away to the sound of applause, and looking over to the origins of the sound, we discovered that we had an audience. Emma, Jess, Steph, Imogen, Katy, Justin, Trey, Matt, and even Nicole and Tinashe, and Jenna, were standing by the entrance, clapping.
"About damn time!" Emma and Matt exclaimed simultaneously.
I blushed, and hid my face in the crook of Beau's neck.
Embarrassing much?
…But it was so worth it.
Pre-Note Note - The second song Anna sings is For The Nights I Can't Remember, by Hedley. I changed the lyrics though, from 'girl' to 'boy' because well, Beau is obvs a boy.
Speaking of singing. For those of you who live in Australia, OMGICANTBELIEVETHEYKICKEDTOMOFFIDOL! :'(
Now. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a freaky Tom fangirl. But he CAN sing. And he did WELL. Unlike Madam. And Teale. And Thanh. And Mark. I mean COME ON! Damnation. Three of my favourites gone, in three weeks. The same thing happened last year. I'm not having favourites any more, i decided. It never ends well.
WOW. How's that for pointless rants, huh? (BTW. Vote Luke or Chrisslyn! They're the only two left that i actually like. If i were stil having favourites, it would be them :P ) Onto the ACTUAL note, shall we?
Author's Note - LEGASP! We, my friends, have reached the end of the road. :'(
This chapter I didn't mind. Could have been better, could have been worse. I still think it's pretty alright.
OMFG I CANT BELIEVE IT'S THE END!
How did you all like the ending? Hmm?
I had two endings, tbh, but i picked this one. I'm still not entirely convinced that it was the right choice though. I guess I'll find out when you all review :P
Goddddd. I can't believe it. This was my first full blown attempt at romance fiction. I'm so so so so so so glad you all liked it :D
Now that we're at the end, i think it would be cool if you told me what your favourite/least favourite chapters were. So I know what i really have to work on :)
ANNNDDD! I have decided that I'm going to do EITHER an epilogue, OR a sequel. Not both. Because, if i do a sequel, there's no point in doing an epilogue, is there? So tell me which you would prefer that I do. But i warn you it probably won't be up until I've done all the editing and what not for this bit (BTW, any major problems with anything, let me know, so i can consider/fix it when i edit.)
Now, on a very, very sentimental note, i love you guys. Really, I do :)
Your reviews, and favourites, and alerts, make me all happy inside.
And happy dancer-y. :D:D:D
So, I just wanna say thankyouthankyouthankyou for sticking with me and what not, and reviewing, even when the chapters were insanely bad, due to goddamn writers block (lol), and making me feel warm and fuzzy :)
I really do appreciate it :D
Hah. Warned you it would be sentimental.
Now. I would like to mention everyone who reviewed/favourited/alerted me, individually, but it's like one in the morning, and i'm incredibly tired tbh. When I edit this, I'll probably put it in then. Unless I do an epilogue. In which case I'll put it there :) But you know who you are, anyway. And i do very muchly love you all :D:D
Party at my house? I think so. -nods-
And now, farewell.
Until next time,
-Ashley. :D
P.S - if you want pictures/general ideas of what the girls' dresses are supposed to look like, let me know nd i'll put the links up on my profile, k? k. I was gonna put them up before, but, y'know. one o clock. tiredness. Whatnot.
-SuperHugsWithCapes-
Read safe!
P.P.S - if you want to read something to fill in the time until another awesome story by yours truly (rofl. i kid, i kid) i recommend Stupid Post It Notes, by Dirty-Angel-Toes. It's slash though, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, obvs don't read it, but it really is one of the best slash fics i've ever read. EVER. really. it's in my favourites, so mosey on over and check it out, why doncha? Actually all my favourites are pretty good. I expect that's why they're in my favourites. Because, well...oh gods, now i'm rambling.
Sorry about that.
Carry on!
P.P.P.S - I LOVE YOU GUYS! -huggles- :)