9A/N:
So, I was doodling a bit and ended up drawing a TON of stuff with Brad and Tyler. I mean, guys, you don't understand how much I love writing the two of them. And, since their history probably won't be given in TDBMAM, I decided to put it on here.
But you can read this as a stand-alone story, too. It'll be one-shot like chapters, but they all are going through Tyler and Brad's relationship.
Also, if you couldn't tell by the description or the stuff above this, this has guy/guy romance, nothing M-rated, but still, it is guy/guy and I don't want to hear about people against this. Don't like it, don't read it.
Warnings: Bullying of homosexual individuals including hurtful names for said people.
I do not own any of the songs Tyler is quoting or mentioning.
Enjoy!
".. forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine.. fifty.."
Tyler sighed and let the weight bar drop into the slots made for it, sliding out from the weight bench and standing up.
He was exhausted. After two and a half hours in the weight room, Tyler was ready to get a shower and go to his cousin, Sarah's, house for some dinner. His brother, Tyrone, had gotten into the weight room early and left about a half of an hour earlier.
Tyler sighed and rolled his right shoulder, listening for the oh-so-satisfying crack that came with stretching his sore muscles.
He picked his bag up from the floor and walked out of the weight room and into the locker room. It was time for a nice shower to get rid of the thick layer of sweat clinging to him. He was about to peel the thin green shirt he wore off after setting his bag on the bench outside of the shower stalls when he heard a noise from the entrance of the locker room. It sounded like voices.
Tyler sighed, not wanting to have to put up with anyone else from his football team for the rest of the day. While most of them were nice enough, and some of them were hot as hell, the majority of them were thick-skulled and couldn't form a normal sentence without swearing.
He walked towards the door of the locker room, ready to tell some people to get lost, when, just as he was about to turn the corner, a voice started talking.
"Listen up, faggot, I don't fucking care if you were delivering a message to Coach. You don't just walk into our locker room. Especially not someone like YOU," the voice hissed, and Tyler's eyes narrowed.
It wasn't anyone from the football team, at least not that he could tell. The voice was unfamiliar, and the guys, even the least intelligent of them, didn't bully anyone in fear of being kicked off of the team.
"I-I d-did have a letter f-for your Coach, I s-swear. I didn't m-mean any harm," another voice stammered, this one small and weak. They sounded scared, and their voice was raspy, as if they could barely breathe.
"What do you need to give Coach? Are you trying out? I can already tell you that a puny fag like you won't make it. Trust me on that one," the other voice sneered.
Tyler clenched his fist and turned the corner, tensing his arms in case he needed to defend himself against the owner of the harsher voice.
Tyler's eyes widened at the sight before him. There was a taller, well-built guy, who Tyler thought he recognized from the wrestling team. He held a smaller boy by the neck up against the wall, his meaty hands around the pale boy's throat.
The smaller boy had large, terrified indigo eyes, hidden slightly under curly reddish brown hair. His entire face was covered in tan freckles, and if Tyler hadn't been preoccupied by the situation at hand, he would have found the boy to be absolutely adorable.
"And just what exactly are you doing, Jenson?" Tyler hissed, noticing the name across the back of the bigger guy's shirt.
"The fuck do you want, sophomore? I'm busy, now scram before I decide to pick on you, too."
"If I were you, I would think a lot more carefully about who I was threatening. I may be a sophomore, but I am half a foot taller than you, and you are incredibly puny in comparison to me," Tyler said, approaching the two boys.
"Don't try and intimidate me, McNara. I could have you kicked off the team for this," the idiot spat, his grip on the other boy not loosening as he turned to face Tyler.
"I could have you EXPELLED for doing this. Now get your filthy hands off of him before I have to do it myself," Tyler said, his piercing blue glare tearing a hole in the older boy.
"Fine, McNara, have your fucking little faggot. He's worthless anyway," the boy said, dropping the other onto the ground and walking out of the locker room.
Tyler glared at the doorway for a moment before his eyes softened, and he walked to the coughing, red-faced boy.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, kneeling next to him.
"Y-Yeah... I.. Thank... thanks.." the boy coughed out, gently rubbing his neck.
"Hey, no prob, cutie. I'm Tyler McNara, sophomore, as you heard. What's your name?" Tyler asked, gently patting the other's back to calm his coughing.
"I'm.. Brad.. Brad Jones. I'm.. a sophomore, too. I'm new," he replied, his coughs turning into awful wheezing.
"Sorry about that jerk. He used to do the same to me. You just gotta ignore him while you can, or avoid dealing with him one-on-one. Do you have any friends yet?" Tyler asked.
"Not really... Those guys started bullying me as soon as I came in the first day, so no one wanted to be involved with me."
"What? You seem nice enough. Why would those idiots pick on you- never mind. I'm even going to try and figure out why a group of neanderthals would pick on a cutie like you," Tyler sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks again, but I really should be going. They're usually waiting for me outside after school and I want to avoid that," Brad said, standing up.
"Hey, don't think I'm about to let you leave now that I know that you're going to be picked on. Where do you live, I can walk you home," Tyler said, furrowing his brow.
"I don't want to trouble you like that. Thanks for the help, though. See you tomorrow. Maybe," Brad said, turning to leave.
"Brad, it's really not a problem. I have nowhere to be for an hour anyway. And, like I said, I'm not going to stand here and watch while those buffoons bully you for no reason," Tyler insisted, walking in front of Brad and putting his hands on his hips.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, cutie. Plus, it's nice to have a conversation with someone who can actually spell 'conversation'," Tyler smirked, winking down at the redhead.
Brad blushed and looked at the ground, causing Tyler to chuckle and walk past him.
"I just have to clean up quickly, maybe five minutes. That okay with you?" Tyler asked, picking up a fresh change of clothes from his bag.
Brad nodded and sat down on the bench next to Tyler's bag, folding his hands in his lap patiently. He heard the water turn on from inside the shower room and started twiddling his thumbs, wondering how on Earth he was going to handle being around someone like Tyler McNara. Someone as kind, as incredibly handsome, as Tyler. Most of the guys at Our Lady of Victory were only there for the girls, who were, unlike the males, in an extremely sexist act, required to wear a uniform. Most wore the tiny plaid skirts given to them, but there were a handful who either wore the slacks or the more modest skirts.
Brad was NOT there for the girls. He was there for the excellent academic opportunities. And he wasn't interested in females anyway.
Brad froze when he heard an extremely loud, extremely off-key voice come from the shower room.
Tyler McNara was singing in the shower. No, singing would imply that there was some type of balance to it. This was full on wailing.
And it was to the Pussycat Dolls, just to make it worse.
"I WANNA BE FAMOUS I WANNA BE A STAR I WANNA BE IN MOVIES!"
Brad turned red and tried to sink down in the bench he was sitting in. He silently begged that all students and teachers would stay out of the locker room, maybe even out of this wing of the school, with how loud his new acquaintance was.
"BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR 'CAUSE YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT!"
Was this Tyler's special form of bullying, embarrassing him into a puddle of bright red humiliation?
Brad heard the shower go off, and Tyler's wailing ceased, replaced by a quiet, half-humming, half-singing.
Brad silently thanked whatever deities there were out there and sighed.
"I'm standing in the dark, dark, he's dancing on the table. I'm looking through the glass, he's someone else's angel. It may sound stupid- oh, hi there. Forgot you were there. Got a bit lost in thought," Tyler said, the quieter, surprisingly melodious singing coming to a halt. Tyler was still dripping wet, his blond hair plastered to his forehead, He had put on a pair of jeans, and held a black shirt on his hands, but, for the time being, his chiseled chest was open for the world, or just Brad, to see.
"N-no problem," Brad mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, sorry cutie. I guess you heard my screeching. Tyrone always tells me I sound like a dying cat. Not that he would know what that sounds like," Tyler said, taking a towel and drying his hair off.
"I-it wasn't that bad.." Brad said quietly, still staring down at his lap.
"Ha, you don't have to lie. I know I sound like a dying cat when I do that. Thanks for trying to be nice, though. I'm not THAT awful when I actually try, although it still is reminiscent of an animal in pain," Tyler smirked, rubbing his rather toned arms dry.
Brad nodded, and Tyler raised an eyebrow at the smaller boy's avoidance of his gaze. He bent over and looked into his dark blue eyes and said, "Hey, cutie, you okay? I know there's probably a lot rattling around in that pretty little head of yours."
Brad blushed at the sudden eye contact and snapped his head up, stammering, "N-no, I'm f-fine. N-nothing wrong. Absolutely fine."
Tyler chuckled and pulled his shirt on, keeping his eyes on the boy in front of him. "You're funny, cutie."
Brad turned a darker shade of red, and Tyler paused for a moment.
"Oh, god, am I being rude? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable with calling you cutie. I'm really, really oblivious about that stuff, since I forget that not every guy I meet is gay, and not every guy likes to be called cute. Sorry. It's a bad habit. My brother always tells me that I hit on every breathing male in a fifty foot radius. Sorry," Tyler said worriedly, kneeling next to brad.
"N-no. It's not that. I don't mind it. I just am not used to being complimented, and I.." Brad started, then got much quieter, "I thought I was the only one."
"Hm? The only- ohh.." Tyler said, his eyes widening.
"I'm just going to go home. Thanks again. Bye," Brad said, standing and walking away.
brad mentally kicked himself. He had just ruined the chance of having a friend because he couldn't get his mind off of how ridiculously attractive Tyler was. It honestly wasn't fair. Why did every person he found to be nice end up being too handsome to look at?
Brad sighed, and wondered how he was ever going to become anything in this world with such an issue.
"Hey, wait up, Brad! I didn't mean to be such an idiot. I'm really not usually this stupid, well, that's debatable, but I usually have a little bit of common sense," Tyler said, catching up to him.
Brad stared, wide eyed, at Tyler.
"Hey, cutie, er, Brad. You sure you're okay? You're really red and I don't hear you breathing."
"I-I'm fine. Just, um, tired, er, dizzy, er, yeah. Not thinking straight, exhaustion-crazy, um," Brad stuttered, backing up at few feet.
Tyler raised an eyebrow and watched him try to explain what he was doing. Then, he broke out into a fit of roaring laughter, bending over as his sides began to hurt from laughing so hard.
Brad blushed deeply, staring in awe at the madly chuckling student in front of him.
"Oh.. oh, god, Brad.. you're hilarious. Jeez.. why do the cute ones always have to be.. so perfect?" Tyler roared, standing straight and laughing at the ceiling.
Brad knit his eyebrows and watched as Tyler wiped a tear from his clear blue eyes, noticing the amusement dancing in the deep pools of cerulean.
"Um, what?"
"Cutie, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm not offended or anything. I was just worried. God, you are adorable when you're blushing, though," Tyler smirked after catching his breath.
Brad backed up slightly, staring in shock at the god-like boy in front of him.
"C'mon. you probably have to get home, and I don't want to make you late for dinner or anything," Tyler said, holding his free hand out.
Brad looked at the outstretched hand, then up at Tyler, then back down. He took his hand and looked at the ground, again feeling the compulsion to avoid any and all eye contact.
"So, where do you live, cutie?" Tyler asked as they exited the locker room and headed for the side door.
"On Parker Street, way down towards Edgeton Springs," Brad mumbled, keeping his eyes glued to anything but the boy that was holding his hand.
"No way! I live down in Edgeton! How come I've never seen you around?" Tyler asked, opening and holding the door for Brad. However, Tyler never let go of the smaller boy's hand, and only squeezed in gently as they passed groups of their classmates.
Brad stayed silent, and kept his eyes facing towards the pavement as they walked together. Tyler glanced at some of the people around them, and noticed the big-headed idiot from before, standing with his group of nincompoops about twenty feet in front of them.
Brad's hand tensed in Tyler's, and he was tempted to pull his hand back, run back into the school, and wait until the wrestlers went home.
Tyler glanced at Brad and saw fear in his eyes. He glared up at the group in front of them, and held on to brad's hand tighter.
The group, seeing Tyler's intimidating stare, matched with a threatening hold over his workout bag, dispersed to the sides of the sidewalk, giving a narrow path for the two boys. It was wide enough for one to go through at a time, but there was no way that those thick-headed guys would make any more room for them.
When they reached the group, Tyler fell back slightly, letting Brad go in front of him, but keeping a firm hold on his hand. Tyler met the eyes of each of them, glaring a hole in their skulls as he walked. The guy from before, Jenson, stood at the front, a menacing smirk on his large face.
Once they had passed each of them, Tyler hurriedly stood by Brad's side again, and silently prayed that they would be left alone.
"Hey, faggots, you having fun?"
That was not the case.
Tyler stopped in place and turned his head to the side, meeting Jenson's gaze. "Of course, Jenson, we are having fun. We are having a delightful time with your oh-so-lovely presence, but we really must be going. Thank you for asking so nicely, though," Tyler said dangerously, his voice taking on a sickly sweet tone.
Tyler walked quickly away from the group, Brad in tow. His long legs and powerful strides were much faster than Brad's, so he ended up dragging the redhead down the block until they were completely out of sight.
"Tyler, you're, um, kind of, er, dragging me, um-" Brad mumbled, trying to catch his breath as he continued stumbling in a weak attempt to stay in step with the blond.
"Oh, sorry. I just got carried away. Sorry, cutie. Although you do look quite attractive when you're trying to catch your breath," Tyler smirked, winking at Brad and stopping momentarily.
Brad's already red face blushed deeper, and he pulled his hand back so rest it on his knee, panting slightly from running in the spring heat.
"Hey, cutie, you okay?" Tyler asked gently, resting a hand on Brad's back.
"Yeah.. I'm just not used to trying to catch up to a practically sprinting football player," Brad smiled, standing up straight and coughing a few times.
Tyler furrowed his brow and frowned, obviously not convinced that Brad was okay. "C'mon."
Brad raised an eyebrow and then yelped, being picked up and tossed onto Tyler's back. Tyler tucked his arms under Brad's thighs and shifted his bag in his hands. "Alright, you just take it easy the, cutie. I would never want such a pretty face ruined by exhaustion."
Brad blushed deeply and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed practically the most embarrassing moment in his life. Luckily, he didn't see anyone, so he faced forward and tried to hide his head behind Tyler's shoulders.
"So, cutie, what school did you used to go to?"
"I used to go to Springfield Middle School in South Carolina."
"Ooh, that's pretty far away. Any particular reason you decided to come to Edgeton, besides the fact that I'm here?" Tyler asked, sending him a cocky grin.
"My mom got moved to here for work," Brad started, turning his head to rest it against the back of Tyler's neck, "And we lost our house in Springfield anyways."
"Aw, that sucks. I hope that doesn't happen here. it wouldn't be very pleasant to go throughout my day without seeing your cute face," Tyler said, frowning.
"You really don't have to do that, Tyler. I know you're lying," Brad muttered, closing his eyes.
"Do what? If you mean me calling you cute, it's not a lie. You may not think redheaded freckled guys are attractive, but I do. In fact, you're really a nice sight for sore eyes. All of the dull-eyed, empty headed guys at school are pretty awful," Tyler said, looking back and meeting Brad's eyes.
They stayed silent for a few more blocks, and Tyler wondered how someone could feel so bad about themselves if they were as perfect as Brad was.
He said that they had money troubles, and Our Lady of Victory was expensive without a scholarship, so he could infer that he had a scholarship. By the way he spoke, besides the stuttering, he seemed pretty intelligent, which was extremely attractive to Tyler, since he liked a challenge when he talked to someone, not just mindless chattering.
He had deep, endless blue eyes hidden under his curly hair that only made him look even more deep in thought, if that was at all possible.
Tyler wondered how he could have missed someone like Brad. He could have sworn that he knew every single guy in the school, especially the cuter ones. It seemed practically impossible to him that he could overlook his tousled auburn locks, even in the clustered hallways of OLOV.
He felt Brad sag against him, and guessed that he had fallen asleep. Tyler was tempted to stop and look at his sleeping face, which had to be absolutely beautiful, but he knew that he had to get the little cutie home.
Speaking of which, where was his home? He had said Parker street, but there were at least ten houses on that street, more if you headed farther towards Edgeton.
Tyler looked at the street sign ahead of him, and noticed that they were about a street away.
'Could I tell which was his house? Maybe it has his last name, Jones, on the mailbox. But Jones was a common name, so what if there was another Jones on this street?'
Tyler sighed as he crossed the street, wondering how he was supposed to get the boy home. Although he would love to spend more time with him, getting to know him, he doubted brad's mother would appreciate Tyler carting around her unconscious son.
Tyler scanned over the row of houses, looking at the different mailboxes. None of them had last names, not a single one. he sighed in frustration when he noticed a petite woman in the front yard of one of the houses. She had pale skin with splays of freckles over her face and arms. Her fiery red hair was pulled up in a bun, the curls falling out of it slightly. She had a tired smile on her face as she worked on their garden, her baby blue eyes clouded with exhaustion.
That had to be Brad's mom. They had practically identical faces, the same small curve to their button noses, and the same heart-shaped face framed by curly hair.
Tyler walked to the white picket fence and cleared his throat, putting on a bright, son-of-an-important-businessman smile.
The woman turned around and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Hello? Is there something you need?"
"Are you Miss Jones?"
"Ms. Jones, actually. Are you from the school? Is Brad okay?" she asked, standing with a worried look on her face.
Tyler smiled, figuring that Brad's tiny frame was hidden pretty well by his large body.
"Yes, I am a classmate of Brad's. He's actually right here," Tyler said, turning slightly so that she could see her son's sleeping face.
"Oh, dear, is he alright?" she asked, hurrying through the gate and walking to Tyler, resting a hand on her son's cheek.
"Yes, ma'am, he's perfectly fine. We were talking afterschool and decided to walk home together. He looked really tired, so I offered to carry him. Well, I kind of just picked him up and kept going. Sorry about that, I'm a bit impulsive," Tyler said, shifting Brad's weight so that he wasn't falling down anymore.
"Oh, alright. Are you sure he's okay? Who are you? Brad's never talked about anyone from school. I would think that he would mention someone like you. Are you one of the kids that picks on people like him? I know these goody-goody acts and I do not appreciate them, young man," Ms. Jones said, crossing her arms and glaring up at Tyler. Her head was tilted back a bit, since she couldn't be much taller than five feet, at least a foot shorter than Tyler.
"Yes, I'm sure he's fine. I'm Tyler McNara, a sophomore at OLOV, and no, I am not a bully. I met him today afterschool," Tyler said calmly, slightly amused by the feistiness of the older woman.
"Good. I will not tolerate any of that. He had enough of that last year. It seems that he hasn't had any issues so far this year, so I don't want any of you bigger kids picking on him."
Tyler raised an eyebrow and she noticed this, saying, "What is that look for? Did you see someone picking on him? Is there an issue? What is that on his neck? Is that a bruise? What happened, Tyler? What did you do to my boy?" Ms. Jones hissed, her voice dropping dangerously low.
"Ma'am I did not, nor would I ever, hurt Brad. I promise. There was an incident, and that is where the bruise came from, but that is all that I have seen."
"What happened? Tell me now, please."
"Yes, ma'am, but shouldn't we take him inside first. I will gladly explain anything, but he should probably lie down or else he'll have a sore neck from leaning on me like this," Tyler said, feeling his grip slip slightly.
"Oh, yes. Follow me, please," Ms. Jones said, uncrossing her arms to walk into the yard, closing the gate behind them and hurrying to the front door. She opened it and showed Tyler to a small futon, telling him to set Brad down gently. She then led him to a small living room, directing him to the sit on the couch while she stood a few feet in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Please tell me everything you saw and did. I don't want to find out later that you didn't tell the truth, so let that be a warning."
"Yes, ma'am. I had finished weight lifting for the day and was about to shower when I heard voices from the front of the locker room. I walked over to check, just in case there was an issue. One of the wrestlers had Brad held up against the wall and was being rude, with impolite names, minor threats, etcetera. So, I told the wrestler to put him down and to leave, and he did so. I helped Brad recover, since he was coughing a bit, and then cleaned up quickly before walking him home. like I said, he got tired and I carried him for the rest of the way. That is everything, ma'am, and I swear that it is the truth," Tyler said coolly, his communication skills coming in handy when dealing with angry mothers.
"Oh, I thought this was done with, Brad hadn't talked about anything, so I thought it was over. My poor baby, he's always being tortured by those people, just because he's different," Ms. Jones sighed, falling into the armchair across from Tyler, "Is that all that you know?"
"He mentioned that they had been picking on him for a while, and that they waited outside the school to pick on him sometimes," Tyler said pitifully, looking at the tired woman across from him.
"Oh, dear. I knew that this would happen, I knew that it couldn't be so perfect. I'm so sorry to have gotten you involved in this, I'm sure you would much rather be at home right now than dealing with this. You can leave if you want," Ms. Jones said, hanging her head in her hands.
"It's fine, ma'am. I'm glad to be able to help Brad. I used to be picked on by the same kids for the same reasons. They're really thick-headed and can't seem to get past minor differences in personalities. I'm sorry that Brad had to get involved with them."
"You? But you seem so.. well, I'm not one to judge, but you do seem a lot more, well, I don't have the word for it. But I guess it's a good thing that there's someone who can sympathize with Brad."
"Ms. Jones, I know that I'm not a stereotypical homosexual, I've been told so many times, and it's actually more of a compliment than an insult at this point. but trust me, I am flamingly gay," Tyler smirked, trying to life the woman's spirit.
"Ah, aren't you a funny one? I've never heard someone be so accepting of their sexuality. Brad's always had issues because of the bullies," Ms. Jones said, smiling.
Tyler nodded, and sat back in his seat, looking around the room out of boredom.
"Mom? What- T-Tyler?"
Tyler turned around to see Brad, sleepily rubbing his eyes and staring at Tyler in surprise.
"Oh, Brad, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you were being bullied. Look at you, you're a mess," Ms. Jones said, standing and hurrying over to coddle her son.
Tyler raised an eyebrow at this and smirked. Brad looked anything but messy. Yes, his hair was askew, but it looked more adorable that way, and his ruffled clothing made him look irresistible.
"Mom- I'm fine- hey, stop it, Mom!" Brad said, lazily batting his mother's hands away.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. You should have told me this was happening. I'll make sure to tell the principal, and I'll have-"
"Mom, I don't need that. They were only picking on me a bit, it's really nothing."
"But your friend said that you had been picked on for a while, and for Christ's sake, look at your neck!" Ms. Jones spat, putting her hands on her hips.
Brad looked arounf his mother and glared at Tyler, who smiled sheepishly and muttered an apology.
"Don't make Tyler feel guilty, he was being nice. You should be thanking him, Brad."
"I did, but I didn't expect that he would start randomly telling my mother about my personal life," Brad mumbled, glancing over to see that Tyler had a concerned look on his face. Brad blushed slightly, and crossed his arms.
"Brad, don't you go pegging this on him. He did the right thing," she pouted, frowning at her son.
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry, Tyler. Sorry, Mom."
"That's better. Now, Tyler, I'm sure that you have to get home. Brad, say goodbye to your friend and show him out. I am going to start dinner. Be polite," Ms. Jones said, "Goodbye, Tyler, and thank you again."
"You're welcome, Ms. Jones."
"Oh, call me Shirley, darling. have a good evening!" Ms. Jones said, waving over her shoulder and leaving the room.
"Okthanksbye-" Brad said quickly, turning on his heel.
"What, that's it? C'mon, cutie, I really expected better of you," Tyler smirked, picking his bag up and walking to meet the shorter boy.
"Fine. Thank you for helping me, for carrying me home, and for being nice. Have a nice night," Brad blushed, avoiding eye contact.
"Alright, cutie, see you tomorrow. How does 6:45 sound?" Tyler asked, walking to the front door.
"For what?"
"You don't want to walk to school with me? I am offended, Brad, I thought you liked me," Tyler teased, winking at Brad.
"What? I mean, okay. but 6:30. I have to get into class early tomorrow. I-I mean, if that's okay," Brad said, blushing and turning away.
"Sure thing, cutie. See you in the morning. Try not to spend too much time thinking about me," Tyler smirked, walking out the door.
Brad turned redder and thought, 'You're not supposed to say that, or else that's all I'll be doing, idiot.'
A/N:
So, there's how they met. Tyler's even a big flirt then, although he's not tied down (yet).
I really hate all of the bullying problems over sexuality. I mean, even they're harassing you or something, no one deserves to be picked on. Can't we all just be friends? ;)
So, this will probably be a collection of Brad and Tyler stuff, from when they met to where TDBMAM is now, although there's a ton of stuff I have planned...
I'll be updating TDBMAM this week, by the way. I know I have been an awful author for making you all wait this long, but I have just been stuck in a rut with that story since I'm kind of stuck between two big plot points.
So, until I update next, thank you for reading and review if you can!