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Arc

His gaze locked on her petite figure. She was stunning and gorgeous in her prom dress, a snow sprite fresh from a book of fairy-tales, gracing the ballroom with her otherworldly presence. His trembling hands adjusted his bowtie, made it slick with sweat.

Jaune's breath hitched as Weiss gave the room a once over. Look at me. I'm here.

Her gaze raked over the crowd of rowdy teenagers before she turned back to her date. Jaune scratched his head, perplexed. She had completely passed over him. Disappointment stung like a slap to a cheek, and he turned away. He fiddled his bow, tapped his feet, watched happy couples tangle their limbs on the dancefloor, before he inevitably pivoted back in her direction.

His father said attraction was difficult to explain, and Jaune couldn't agree more. Weiss didn't care for him despite the flowers, poetry, and countless offers to carry her books. On the other hand, Ren loaned her a pencil and had gotten a soft smile in return.

Weiss loved her team and got along swimmingly with his, which meant it was him she had a problem with. Jaune scratched his head. A tiny voice nagged that she was only nice to people she deemed worthy, and he swiftly butted it away.

No negative thoughts! Be confident and women will come, his father always preached.

Speaking of his old man … why had none of his advice worked? His father was the family seer, possessing an uncanny power of foresight. First, he'd told Jaune he wouldn't amount to anything. This proved accurate when after graduation, his sisters moved on to better things, while he moped around the house eating Pumpkin Pete's straight from the box.

The next damning prediction was Jaune's failure to make it as a Hunter. Jaune hadn't believed it, not entirely. Lack of formal training aside, he wanted it bad enough he was willing to ditch common sense to attend Beacon's initiation.

Funnily enough, creating false paper trails had been taught by the previous school's janitor. The man loved a good berry pie, and years of free food had carved a sweet spot in his heart for Jaune. When he wasn't obsessing over the latest comic, Jaune found himself in the janitor's closet, crafting forgeries not even Atlas' finest could detect.

Ugh, now's not the time to think about that, Jaune berated, shifting his thoughts back to Weiss.

Just why had she run to Neptune? Jaune had been confident and assured and the epitome of gentlemanliness when courting her. Even his invitation to the dance, a heart rending serenade he'd written!

Sure, the boy was good looking, suave and effortlessly cool. But, Jaune knew. He knew there could only be hot air under the blue coif and leather straps, because why else would the boy still be single?

"Jaune? Hellooo?" Ruby called, waving her hand inches from face. "Are you okay? You've been making scary faces the past five minutes. Wait, don't tell me." She looked at her cup, "Someone spiked the punch."

"Nah, nothing like that." He assured, "I was just … admiring the disco ball." It threw brightly coloured spots around the room as it spun, and Jaune nodded at it. "Yep, it's impressive alright."

"Eh, it could've been better if Weiss let me add a couple of things. Like a glitter gun. Imagine if you could dance under a rain of sparkly stuff! That would be awesome." Ruby shrugged and tipped her head back, downed the rest of her drink in a single breath. A wide smile spread across her face as she smacked her lips. "Woah, this tastes amazing. Peach and grape?"

"Didn't Yang say it had strawberries?" Jaune replied, laughing.

"No wonder it's delicious. Thank you, Yang." Ruby cheered as she gave an imaginary fist pump to her sister standing on the fringes of the dancefloor. "Are you gonna drink that, Jaune?"

"Stay away from my cup, Ruby." He said, holding it away from his puppy-eyed friend. "Besides. You can't stand here all night just drinking this. How about asking someone for a dance?"

She groaned, rocking on her heels. "Jaune. Socially awkward, remember? And in these lady stilts? No way." Then she winked. "I noticed Pyrrha looking hopeful, earlier. Why not asking her to dance?"

"Come on, Ruby, I'm not delusional." Jaune scoffed, shaking his head. Pyrrha Nikos wanting to dance with him? He'd have more luck getting Cardin to apologize. "Half the guys here would kill to be her date, I'm pretty sure someone already asked."

Jaune swept his eyes back to Weiss. He watched as she offered her hand to Neptune and gestured towards the dance floor. When the blue haired idiot shook his head, giving Weiss an apologetic grimace, Jaune's hands curled into fists. He straightened his shoulders and looked for a place to put down his drink. He'd show Weiss a good time if Neptune couldn't.

"Remnant to Jaune!" He wheezed when Ruby elbowed him in the gut. Dust, her elbows were like knives. "I just saw Pyrrha running off somewhere. Is she feeling okay? Do you think the music's too loud, or that she's tired from dancing? I hope she's alright." Ruby babbled.

He looked where she pointed and caught a flash of crimson, the tail of an outrageously long gown flickering in mid-air. It disappeared when she stepped through the double doors, and it left him wondering if he'd seen a ghost. "She left? But the ball's barely even started."

"I dunno, but you better ask. I would go, but Yang wants to take photos before I throw out these stupid heels." Ruby groaned, "C'mon, I'll hold your punch." She snatched his cup and slurped at his drink, but everything faded quickly into the background when he glanced, once more, at Weiss.

He could tell she was upset. Weiss looked despondent enough to wilt half the flowers in the room, but to Jaune's amazement, managed to retain an air of elegance as she continued chatting with a guilt-faced Neptune. Despite her strong front, he noticed her smile was strained at the edges, a fraying thread which would eventually snap.

His heart pounded, and he set a hesitant foot in her direction. A chance.

Ruby tugged the back of his tux and Jaune nearly slapped her hands away. "Hey the balcony's over there. Jaune, are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"R-Right, I knew that." He shook his head. "I knew that. Ruby, could you do me a favour? Stay and watch Weiss for me?"

"Er, sure?" Ruby cocked her head. "I'll catch her if trips on the rug or something."

Jaune nodded and turned, heading for the stairs that lead up and out of the ballroom. Just before he stepped out, he threw a final glance at the speck of white in the crowd. A thought clawed its way into his mind … that maybe, things were better this way.

His father had always been right. So why wouldn't his last prediction come true?

Jaune's heart twisted. I'll always be alone.

Standing in the blacksmith's shop, Jaune tasted regret on his tongue as he held Pyrrha's heart in his hands.

Basking in the sunlight that spilled through cracks in the windows, her bronze circlet shimmered. Jaune gently lowered it to join the pile, Crocea Mors and his armour, to await judgement. They rested on the chipped counter, silent as graves, under the watchful eye of the blacksmith. Gloved fingers shifted abacus beads before he slapped a palm down, and held up his hand.

Jaune blanched at the price and reluctantly held out what was left of his savings. The tightly bundled lien was snatched from his palm and he fought not to grimace. The man gathered the pile into his barrelled arms and Jaune's resignation gradually faded, replaced by a numbness which slowly spread.

His body was heavy. He felt like he was being crushed, lungs mashed into paste as the feeling spread further and further. Consuming him.

The moment passed when a furnace roared to life, the crack and pop of red dust leaking through the workshop door the man had stepped through. The tension in the air dissipated like sound after a freshly plucked guitar string, and Jaune let out a relieved breath.

As he rubbed the material of his hoodie between his fingers, he hoped the job would be quick. The weather in Mistral was a constant cycle of searing hot and uncomfortably humid, and the team couldn't stop at the next stream no matter how much Nora begged. They had already wasted two hours at the last river they came across. Ruby had fallen in when she tried to refill her bottle, which lead to them jumping in to escape the heat.

Jaune's grin faded. It had been Ruby's idea to make use of Pyrrha's circlet. She had handed it over the night they met on Patch and watched with hooded eyes as he fiddled and stroked the final piece of the girl he was beginning to love.

Jaune could recall the days afterward, nights spent in never-ending visions of Grimm crawling out of the darkness to steal the circlet. Sometimes, it would be Ruby who creeped through his belongings, that she'd changed her mind and demanded it be returned to her. It was a horrid thought that bordered on insanity but Jaune couldn't help but be afraid.

It would never happen. Never. She knows how much Pyrrha means to me. Those phrases looped in his head, over and over. Ruby would sooner hurt herself than anyone she considered a friend. She was his first friend, his bestfriend. The girl made of cookies and laughter and sunshine, who hated the thought of hurting anyone, even an enemy.

But Pyrrha had been Ruby's friend, too. Her confidant. Jaune had failed to step up as a leader at the beginning and Pyrrha led the team in his stead. He'd lost count of how many times they shared knowing looks and inside jokes, bonding over discussions about homework and leadership. Pyrrha wasn't Yang, but she had been something close to it.

And Ruby had watched her die.

Jaune treasured the circlet too much to share, even when he knew he should have. Ruby would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, calling Pyrrha's name like a broken record. Plagued by the memory of her failure. Insomnia was a steady presence during the first weeks into their journey, but only Ruby turned her sleepless nights into something positive.

When RNJR spotted the outline of the first town in the distance, Ruby stopped them for lunch and dragged him away. She presented sketches of his armour incorporating Pyrrha's circlet as beautiful trimmings, and Jaune had been shocked speechless.

"Ruby, we can't. We need to bring this to Pyrrha's parents." The idea was tempting, but he had to show that he could be selfless. His weak protests fell on deaf ears, and Ruby hadn't budged.

"No." Ruby said, folding her arms.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Jaune had protested, "You know Pyrrha would have wanted them to have this. Not me."

"Jaune. We know shewould have wanted you to have it." Ruby was anything but a sixteen year old, all sharp edges and brooding anger. "A better gift for her parents is bringing her murderer to justice, and we'll do everything in our power make it happen."

Jaune shut his mouth. Ruby was strong, so very, very strong. Her team had split, her sister without an arm, and still she'd taken that first step forward.

She was a leader. She was everything he should have been.

"…Thank you." He whispered.

Ruby's face contorted in helpless fury, an emotion they were becoming familiar with. "It's my fault she died, and I even let Cinder escape. I don't deserve to be thanked." That night, he quietly sent his teammates to cheer her up. To make her laugh was the least Jaune could do, the only thing.

Now, standing in this tiny, dank room in a town so far from Beacon they were nothing but a blip on the map, Jaune wondered if receiving the circlet was a cosmic joke. Pyrrha's loss had affected everyone, but after hearing Ruby cry herself to sleep on some nights, seeing Ren raise a teacup in respect, watching Nora look at cereal boxes as snot dripped down her chin, he wasn't sure he deserved it.

But it had always been like this with her. Pyrrha constantly gave things he never deserved: her love, her trust, her confidence. Jaune took everything and wasted them, spilled them on the ground until the source had gone dry. All he could do, now, was get on his knees to lick up what was left.

Maybe it was why Weiss never looked at him. She'd known what he was from the start – a naïve fool with dreams of grandeur he couldn't back up.

Jaune didn't know how long he'd stood there, motionless, but the smith soon returned with his newly re-forged armour. Jaune received them with a word of thanks and glanced at the muted bronze gleaming under the blinding, afternoon sun.

"Hello again." He muttered, hands closing into fists.

Jaune shivered under the menacing gaze of the scorpion-tailed man. There was madness in his eyes, passion bordering on obsession, and Jaune suddenly wondered if this was what Weiss felt when he cornered her with poorly drafted pickup lines and sleazy smiles. His mouth turned down in disgust. It was little wonder she hadn't run him through with her rapier.

Tyrian circled them, cycling between vicious insults and playful taunts. Then he turned to Jaune and loosed a laugh that chilled his blood. "Interesting ... I recognize it, that look on your face, hehe, yes I do. Ah, to have your heart held in the pumping talons of love! A glorious feeling!"

Jaune steadied himself and tried to ignore how his sword trembled. Ruby and Qrow stepped forward with weapons bared. He watched in envy as Ruby's scythe uncurled into a razor winged vehicle of death while Qrow's creaked ominously like rusted gears.

Jaune's heart pounded in his ears. Tyrian was speaking again, his lips forming shapes, but there was nothing he could hear but the sound of his own pulse. He endured the needles in his feet and the roil of his stomach. He was used to fear – it was an old friend, always close, like a devil on his shoulder.

The battle ended in a stroke of bad luck, Qrow poisoned. But someone was watching over them for a full vial of anti-venom, inside a cabinet within an empty settlement, seemed too good to be true. Even Qrow was struck by the pure coincidence of it all.

Jaune had a feeling, though. As Ren coaxed Qrow into giving up his alcohol just in case it disrupted the medicine, he stared up at the relentlessly cloudy sky. When Ruby questioned his wry grin, all Jaune could say was, "We've got our very own guardian angel."

That night, they settled down for a nice dinner of ham and beans, Ren in no shape to cook after aura exhaustion. Nora took the reins, and edible canned beans transformed into monstrosities too disgusting to describe. They spent most of the next day flopping between bushes and their sleeping bags.

Their guardian angel was laughing her ass off, Jaune was sure.

The journey to Haven was arduous, but they made it somehow, in a miraculous feat of determination. It was shame they found a coward instead of one of the last guardians of humanity.

Leonhart might have been brave once, but age had robbed him of many things. Determination and common sense were grinded into fear and paranoia, and he'd ultimately succumbed to the very thing he'd sworn to defend against.

Tragedy, Jaune thought as he took in Oscar's still form standing over the mutilated corpse, seems to follow us wherever we go. He glanced at Ruby's uncle for a split second, the man's sordid explanation of his semblance resurfacing.

If only he…

Jaune forced himself to stare at his feet, cheeks burning in shame. He had no right, because at least Qrow had succeeded in getting them to Haven. Jaune could only watch Weiss get stabbed after his failure to kill Cinder. Again. What else was new? He excelled at being the runner up, never the winner.

The only consolation was that Haven Academy hadn't been blown to bits. Adam Taurus, the surly faunus heading the bombing operation, had been stopped by an arriving group of hastily assembled Faunus. In Jaune's private opinion, Adam was halfway to crazy town and would've stopped if he'd tripped on a banana peel. The physical manifestation of it just came in the form of a pissed off cat faunus.

Blake's appearance was a pleasant surprise. Jaune only had time to give her a hearty pat on the shoulder before her team dogpiled her.

Jaune felt the knot in his chest undo itself as he watched Weiss laughing with her teammates. She wasn't dead. But it was a small consolation, she wouldn't have been injured if he'd gone against Cinder and won.

"Okay, enough with the hugs and kisses," Qrow called, touching his lightly singed hair. "Everyone who isn't legal to drink, find cover while the adults clear up this mess."

Yang raised her hand. "All Eighteen year olds. Ruby and Oscar are the only kids here."

"Hey, the legal age in Mistral is sixteen!" Ruby's indignant yell drew stares from around the compound. Jaune swore one of the faunus even snickered.

Qrow regarded the motley crew with a tired groan. "Oi, you there." He gestured at a faunus man Jaune vaguely recognized. "Ghira Belladonna, right?"

"Qrow Branwen, I presume." Jaune quaked when he realised he'd been staring at Blake's father. Wow, the resemblance was uncanny. And wait, Blake had parents? "I heard your niece took care of my daughter during her tenure at Beacon." Ghira shook Qrow's hand, grip firm. "I extend my thanks to you."

"Nah, the good parenting ain't me. Thank her mom, for that." Qrow said, smiling. "Anyway, could you help herd the kids back? Mistral police are going to swarm the area after all the ruckus we made. There's Leonhart's death to deal with, too. And where there's conflict …"

"… vultures will inevitably follow." Ghira nodded, expression grave. "I'll be sure to have my people escort them. Blake, honey." Jaune stifled a laugh. He'd gone from menacing leader to giant teddy bear in less than a second. "Why don't you go along with your friends? I think you have a lot of catching up to do."

"I'll stay and guard the premises!" Sun yelled, drawing an aggrieved sigh from the heavyset faunus.

Blake glanced at the grinning faces around her and grimaced. "Yes, Dad."

"Thanks Papa Belladonna!"

Jaune clapped his hands over Nora's mouth, sweating bullets. "No dad jokes if you want to live," he whispered urgently. Blake would murder them in their sleep. He slowly released his hold when he felt her pout. Ren stepped in to take over, shooting Blake an apologetic smile.

"Let's just go." Blake said, flatly.

Their heroic act resulted in two things. One was the endless flood of reporters swarming Haven twenty minutes after they were chased off the premises. Qrow had thoroughly interrogated by the crazed media, according to the emergency news report an hour later.

The second thing was that they were essentially placed under house arrest until the 'saving Haven' saga had blown over. Qrow wanted them to be safe than sorry, despite Ghira taking credit for everything, relic recovery not included.

After giving them strict instructions to "Stay and guard the house because you kids are a sight for sore eyes," he promptly disappeared, quoting 'victory drinks.' After what everyone went through, Jaune was surprised no one had offered to go with him. He was honestly glad for the anonymity, however. Public speaking was not in his repertoire.

Yang quickly followed up by suggesting a party, but since Qrow had confiscated their money, everyone agreed it would be better to rest.

Ren and Nora strong armed everyone into eating after taking over the kitchen. They would spend the rest of the night there, Jaune knew. Ren had been itching to experiment, and Nora was a good assistant when he was involved. No one wanted a repeat of the beans.

Oscar blacked out as soon as he hit the couch, his cane dumped in the umbrella stand. Blake and Yang slipped away to talk, no doubt about the robotic arm and disappearing act. Jaune could relate. Even after all that happened, the two were still partners. Ruby, on the other hand, was hellbent on taking care of Weiss.

Weiss…

Jaune's stomach roiled. He'd been so close to losing her. The only good thing that came from her near death was his unlocked semblance. Ruby theorized it could amplify aura, including the ability to heal. Thus how he managed to save Weiss. The irony was not lost on Jaune, he could heal everyone's wounds but his own.

"Hey, you're up." Ruby greeted as she exited the room. "Why the grumpy face?

He frowned. "You didn't wake me. It's already dark out." When he checked the clock after his nap, he'd discovered it was nearly time for dinner.

"Heh, guilty." Ruby scratched her head. "Aw c'mon, don't pout. You looked tired. I didn't want to push after you kept watch for me last night."

"It wasn't a big deal. Now, since I just took a five hour nap, it's your turn to get some rest," he said, giving her a soft nudge. "Your team needs their leader. Preferably awake. Blake's been asking for you after she and Yang had a quick spar."

Ruby bit down a yawn as she waved him off. "Yeah, I know. I'll draw a bath and take a nap before Ren's done with the food, then find Blake. Gosh, I can't believe we saved Haven just yesterday. I feel old."

Jaune caught how her eyes glazed over, and shooed her down the stairway with a grin. Once she was gone, he allowed himself to sigh. He returned his gaze to the door separating him for Weiss, suddenly filled with apprehension.

He hoped Weiss was asleep, or at least drowsy from the medicine Ren pushed her to take. They hadn't talked since the fall of Beacon, and he wasn't the same easy-going guy who could dole out cringe worthy pickup lines and lighten the room with a laugh.

It was why he volunteered to watch her last night. He didn't want to find out how she would react to him. What would Weiss think? Say? Ruthlessly tear him down, because he'd let her get stabbed in the gut?

If only things were that easy. Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob and entered.

"Thank you."

He blanked. His mind had completely, utterly blanked. Weiss was leaning against the headboard, propped up by pillows. She was looking at him in way she hadn't before. She was looking at him like an equal, like how she looked at everyone else.

His throat bobbed. "I, er, wha?"

She rolled her eyes. That action was so Weiss that he gathered enough brainpower to move. He took a seat on the wicker chair diagonal from her bed, and gathered his courage. Calm down, it's just Weiss. Don't do anything stupid.

"Why the sudden thanks, snow angel?" he teased, emboldened by her wry smile.

"That is a dreadful nickname, and you know it."

Jaune folded his arms. "Huh. You liked it when Neptune used it." No, that's stupid! Abort, abort!

"Yes, well, things change. I've changed." Weiss said, her demeanour softening. "My stay at the Schnee Residence has made me more opposed to such terms of endearment. Let's just say I'd rather be stabbed again than return there."

Her hands hovered over her bandages. There was no longer any bleeding, but everyone agreed it would be better to be careful. Jaune caught the shadows in her eyes and scrambled to lighten the mood.

"Fancy ballrooms, expensive tea, handsome men." Jaune joked, "It can't be that bad."

"Trust me, Jaune." He found himself staring openly when she used his name. It sounded unfamiliar without the undertone of scorn, and he liked it. "What might sound fantastic on paper is often much different in reality. A den of vipers is all it was."

"I'm sorry I asked?" Jaune shrugged. "Hey, at least you're here now."

"Indeed." Weiss said, before her eyes slid shut.

Jaune was instantly flooded with relief. Their conversation hadn't gone badly, and he'd managed not to make a fool of himself. He plucked the book off the nearby dresser and flipped to the page he'd stopped on, getting comfortable. Guess I was worried over nothing.

Jaune barely got past the first line before Weiss spoke up again. "I almost couldn't recognize you. Everyone is different in some way or another, but you seem to have changed the most."

"Is … is that a bad thing?"

"Of course not. You seem calmer, more confident." Weiss rolled her eyes when he brightened, much like an overeager pup. "Much more tolerable than before."

"Yikes, was I that terrible?"

"Not terrible, just irritating." Weiss laughed when he plastered an affronted look across his face. "I know I've been hard on you. I hope we can move past that. I did consider you a friend, even if I didn't act like it."

A phantom hand grasped Jaune's heart. "Of course," he answered honestly. "Friends?"

"Friends."

"Your first job as Jaune's friend is to compliment on his dashing appearance." Jaune teased, laughing when she groaned. Now he knew why Yang heckled her so often. It was fun, plain and simple. Weiss shook her head. "This is childish," she said. "But fine. I'll play along, as long as you get Ruby to return the books she stole."

"Stole? That's a little harsh." Jaune hid his smirk. Ruby had stashed her suitcase full of textbooks for good reason. Even when she was no longer heiress, Weiss was still a recovering workaholic. "I promise to try. Ruby's stubborn, though, so she might not hand them over."

"I'll be grateful for just one," she stressed. "I can hardly imagine how all of you survived the hike from Patch without dying of boredom. There's nothing but boring pamphlets and bargin bin filth." She jerked her head at the book he was holding.

Jaune gasped and jabbed the cover. "This is the fourth edition on the history of comics, and it's limited edition!" Weiss made a shrugging motion with her hands. "One day, Weiss, you'll understand how great comics can be."

"I shall rue the day when it comes. Are you quite done mooning over your book? I recall that you've asked me to compliment you." Jaune set down his precious book, careful to avoid crinkling the spine further, and stood. Arms outstretched, he spun in a circle under Weiss' critical eye.

What am I doing? His mind wailed.

"Wonderful." Weiss deadpanned. "Your dance makes the angels weep."

"I'm not dancing! Okay, look at these shoes. They look great don't they?" Jaune showed them off, laughing when Weiss covered her face with her hands. "It makes me look taller by one or two inches, at least."

"Yes, I can see that. Your hair is getting absurdly long as well." Weiss noted. "And? What would you like me to say?"

"Aw, Weiss, don't you think I'm dashing?" Jaune teased. He pretended to flex his arms. "Don't hold back. What do you think?" His panic spiked at the expressionless look on her face. Had he gone too far? Jaune wanted to kick himself, he wasn't supposed to make her uncomfortable.

Weiss pinned him with a quiet, weighty stare. Her eyes moved from his arms, to his chest, then to the sash at his waist. "Something like that," she finally said.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. That's, good, I guess." Jaune rubbed his arms. It felt like he was naked, his inner demons crawling out of his orifices to present themselves at her feet. He was supposed to have grown in the months he hadn't seen her, but a single look had almost unravelled him.

It was as if he was standing under the shadow of Beacon Academy's spiralling towers again, dumbstruck by the gorgeous girl with a mountain of suitcases. Jaune recalled how he chased after the untouchable Ice Queen while his partner pined after him like a lovesick –

"Do you want some water?" He shot to his feet, tried to disguise the quiver in his voice. Weiss nodded, and he quickly strode towards the door. "Cool, I'll get you some. Be right back."

Jaune felt her eyes burning holes in his back as he escaped. He practically tossed himself down the stairs and burned a streak in the carpet in his rush to the kitchen. He flung open the fridge doors and grabbed the nearest bottle. It was chilled. He uncapped it, gulped it down and nearly choked. The rush of liquid calmed his stomach but failed to distract him.

He set the bottle on the counter and pressed his forehead against the refrigerator. The coldness that seeped into his skin did nothing to chase the warmth left by her lingering gaze. He could hear Ren and Nora in the living room, laughing with Oscar.

A face flashed in his mind, auburn hair trailing in the wind. He smacked his palm against the door, eyes burning. "Idiot." He muttered, "I'm such an idiot."

After everything he'd gone through, why wasn't his stupid crush on Weiss going away?

AN: I think I've been possessed by my muse. I can't stop writing this story. It's really fun to figure out how to get Jaune and Weiss together, considering how repelled she was in the first few volumes. This is going to get weird and crazy, so be prepared, I guess?

I hope you enjoyed this. Leave a review and let me know what you think.

Edit: I rewrote parts the chapter I thought could be better. Also, the next update will be on 20th Jan. I'm way too excited for the next chapter, and didn't want to be a dick. I'm very surprised by the reception of the story, though! Thanks for reading guys.