Previously:I take a shower and thank Luna that I finished my homework at Four's house because I feel like I haven't slept in years. I tell myself that I'll take a small nap, like an hour and a half nap and be just a little late for school, so I set some alarms on my phone and let the sweet release of sleep take me away.

"See, Four, I told you she was fine", a voice practically screeches in my ear causing me to roll off the couch. I land with a thump on the floor.

"She was the one not answering her phone, how was I supposed to know, she could have been like kidnapped or something", I hear Four says. Wait, why is Four at my house. I sniff the air, why is Chris at my house. I groan as I sit up, rubbing my eyes before opening them.

"Why are you two at my house", I ask. Chris rolls her eyes at Four while Four gives a halfhearted glare.

"Mr. Macho over here was having a freakout session because you weren't at school and you weren't answering your phone", Chris explains. She helps me off the floor. Oh, shit. School.

"Fuck. What time is it? Fuck it's almost eight", I exclaim. I must've slept through my alarms. I don't know how I slept through like ten alarms but I did. I run up to my room and grab some clothes, ripping off my jeans and underwear and throwing Four's shirt on my bed. I brush my teeth as I hastily throw on underwear and a bra. I start to pull on a clean pair of jeans and a new shirt as I hop down the stairs. But me being the terribly uncoordinated person that I am, end up falling.

"Tris, your shirt is inside out and backwards and also your jeans aren't actually over your ass but if that's the look you're going for then we need to have a talk about fashion, cute panties by the way", Chris tells me as she stands over me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Shut up", I growl although there isn't really any malice in it. "Hey, Four, can you grab one of the tupperware boxes out of the fridge, thanks", I yell into the next room as I stand up and pull my jeans up.

"Still inside out and backwards", Christ yells after me. I wince at the loudness of her voice, oh right she doesn't know. I rush to find my backpack as I take off my shirt. Did I leave it in the kitchen, I think it's in the kitchen. I run to the kitchen and find my backpack. I hear someone let out a strangled cough. I look up to see Four standing there with the box in his hand, trying to look up as far as he can. I feel my cheeks redden as I realize that I don't have a shirt on. I hastily throw it on, the right way this time, and grab the box from him and shove it into my backpack.

"Alrighty, let's go, chop chop", I yell as I fling myself out the door and into Four's car. Chris looks mid-giggle as she waltzes out the door and Four is mid-eye roll. I throw sunglasses over my eyes just in case as I bounce my knee, waiting for Four to get in the car. Chris smiles as she pulls out of my driveway. Four hands me the box of food from the fridge. I seriously owe Marlene a hug or money or something for making me food and good food at that.

"So do I need to come make sure you're awake every day now because you said that you not only slept in but you slept through, and I quote, 'like ten alarms', Shortcake", he asks with a small smirk, flicking his eyes over to me as he stops at a red light. I roll my eyes at him as I run my fingers through my hair.

"Are you asking if I want you to give me a ride to school every day even though you technically live in the opposite direction and you'll have to leave an extra fifteen minutes early and probably get up earlier which means you'll have to go to bed earlier even though you are always texting me late at night because I'm kinda nocturnal", I manage to get out in one breath. I arch an eyebrow as I turn to face Four. The tops of his cheekbones begin to turn pink, god that's adorable.

"Is this you telling me that you don't want me to pick you up, even though it'll save you the stress of worrying if you'll be late which you most likely will because you're nocturnal and you actually need at least two cups of coffee to function", he retorts with a smug smile as the light turns green. I work my jaw trying to come up with some witty comeback but I fail. It's actually really sweet that Four knows me that well, it's pretty impressive, not gonna lie.

"Well...", I stutter as I try to come up with something that sounds both smart and witty and roasts Four all at the same time. Needless to say, I still come up dry. I huff as I slide my sunglasses on. I kinda hate it when Four's right and I don't even have a sarcastic phrase to let him know that while I acknowledge the fact that he's right I'm not happy about it.

"Well, thank you so much Four, you're so kind and I totally owe you something", he mocks in a high pitched voice as we pull into the school parking lot. I stifle a smile as I roll my eyes at him. His impersonation of me is terrible, to say the least.

"I owe you a lot Four if you ever need something let me know and I'd be happy to help", I tell him, pulling my sunglasses down to make eye contact. He stares back so intensely that I feel a shiver go down my spine, it's a good shiver though one that sends sparks through your bones and lights up my stomach. He gives me a half smile as he turns the car off. I slide out of the car and walk into school, Four only steps behind me. We make it in the doors just as the bell announcing second period rings. Joy. I should probably check in with Lassie during lunch. I mean, if Four was so worried that he physically came into my house. Wait, he fucking broke into my house. That's actually kind of hot, like did he pick the lock. Wait, what am I thinking, he was just being a considerate friend, making sure that I wasn't dead or anything. I'm going to blame all of my thoughts about Four on the full moon, yeah the full moon. It's obviously because of the full moon, not because I have a crush the size of my empire on him or anything. Oh, god I'm in trouble.

Second and third period pass by faster than I can comprehend. It's Friday and everyone is done with school and they want to go home, especially the teachers, except maybe Miss Mathews, I feel like the only thing she has in her life is school and getting me in trouble.

"Mar", I begin as I plop down next to For at our lunch table. "You either need to come over to my house and cook more often or teach me how to cook because it's been too long since I've had good food like this", I essentially gush in between stuffing my mouth with food, giving Four half of it like usual.

"Hey, you had good food like yesterday morning", Four protests. I roll my eyes at him.

"I didn't say that it wasn't good but Mar makes more of it so then I don't have to cook and consequently cause a small fire", I defend and I bump his shoulder with mine. He humphs and crosses his arms, trying to be mad but it's obvious that he doesn't actually mean it. I glance up at him through my lashes, creating a pretty good puppy dog face, if I do say so myself. A smile grows on my face as I see his fake anger fade and another emotion take over his face.

Suddenly, Chris screams and I whip my head around so fast I probably have whiplash. Everyone asks what happened at the same time, which again, is creepy.

"My mom signed me up for Cotillion like earlier this year because I need to be proper and all that shit but I've been skipping lessons and stuff for the past year and now I'm required to go to the Celebration Ball on Sunday. I don't even know how to dance like the classical way or the etiquette. Why are there multiple forks and spoons in this picture, why do you need three different wine glasses", Chris cries as she looks at her phone.

"The glass closest to your place card is for water, the next for red wine and the last one is for white", I say out of reflex. I guess all those hours spent practicing etiquette with Mum have paid off.

"What the fuck", Chris says, perfectly enunciating every syllable. Everyone else makes a sort of agreeing noise with her. I look at Chris and see that her jaw is so far dropped that it might as well be in hell.

"I'm gonna have to teach you everything, I assume", I sigh as Chris nods and everyone slowly goes back to eating. I see Four out of the corner of my eye with a smug smile on his face.

"Four, not a word", I grumble. He lets out a small laugh and nudges me with his shoulder. Those addicting sparks that accompany his touch are especially strong and twice as addictive today. It takes a lot of self control to not lean into him or chase his shoulder as he pulls away.

"So, Tris, do you want me to come over to yours after school because I need to know how to waltz, foxtrot, Samba, and Salsa by Sunday", Chris asks me as she essentially sits on Will's lap.

"Just come by the gym after school, in exercita haine, vă rugăm să", I tell her. She gives me a confused look, along with the rest of the table.

"She means exercise clothes,", Four clarifies before giving me a worried look. I gently shake my head and mutter that I'm fine. He doesn't look convinced but he leaves it alone.

"Tris", Shauna asks.

"Da", I say as I look up.

"You're still coming to the party tonight, right", she asks me.

"Mă simt ca Chris într-adevăr nu este de gând să-mi dea posibilitatea de a alege", I explain, waiting for Chris to object or talk about how she has the best costume for me. They all give me the same quizzical looks. I hear Four mutter something along the lines of 'fuck this shit'.

"She's coming", Four says as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair.

"Ce naiba, Four" (what the fuck, Four), I exclaim as he pulls me out into the courtyard, lifting me up to sit down on the top of one of the cement tables. He braces his hands on the table, inches away from my knees.

"You're not speaking in English and I know that it's not on purpose. You said yourself that it gets hard this close to the moon and everything. Yes it's really hot when you're speaking it and yes it's adorable when you realize that you're not speaking English and you blush and everything but you said that you're working on perfecting it and that you only want to speak English, not to mention that I heard you reciting Shakespeare in your brother's classroom yesterday for a good hour. So that's what we're gonna do right here right now", Four tells me. I'm in shock, that's the most I've ever heard him say, like in the entire time that I've known him I don't think he's ever said that much. I feel my cheeks heat up as I realize what he said. I also think that he didn't mean to say that part about it being hot when I speak in Romanian and being adorable when I blush, out loud. I see color rise up his neck and make its way onto his cheeks. He moves back and rubs the back of his neck with one hand. He looks so cute, wait, you know what fuck it. If the full moon is making me think this way, it's probably making Four think this way too. Stupid full moon.

"So, Shakespeare", I ask with a wry smile. An emotion crosses Four's face but he wipes it away with a blank expression before I have time to really look at it. Time flies by until I reach Mathew's class.

I can not-scratch that-I won't deal with her bullshit today. Why must this lady be so so annoying? I give Four a glance out of the side of my eye trying to convey how much I want to die in this class. He mirrors my look and adds a nod at the end. We both want to get out of her so bad.

First she assigns a surprise pop quiz over our next unit, the one we haven't even gone over yet, I'm pretty sure that's breaking at least a couple rules in "the handbook of shit teachers can't do" that she's broken in this class, let alone in all her years of teaching. I look around the room and see other kids staring at the quiz in literal disbelief. Others have just given up, I think that one kid is trying to roll a joint with his quiz in the back of the class.

First off, how does she expect us to know this stuff? She wants us to all fail, that's the answer, she wants us to all fail miserably so we hate anything science related and we die young because we're stupid and don't know how Hydrogen and Alkalis react aggressively and by aggressively I mean explosions. I hear Four let out a soft chuckle as he gives me a look. I guess my whole little mental spiel wasn't exactly mental.

After everyone turns the quiz in, some with teardrops on their paper, Mathews announces that we're doing more chemical equations packets. Yay, I want to rip to packets up, burn them and then spread the ashes in the Atlantic ocean. I really just want to skip this class, preferably forever, but we can't all get what we want, can we? I am literally about to fall asleep.

How many packets over chemical equations can she give us, you'd think that by now she'd be out of packets because we've actually been doing at least two per class since the first day but then you're sitting in class and she miraculously pulls another one out of her ass. Mathews passes out, yet another, packet of stupid chemical equations, this is going to be a lot of bullshit work.

No fucking way, I'm done. It's the full moon and it already takes energy to not shift but the energy it normally takes to not punch her in the face just isn't here today. Honestly, I'm doing her a favor, cosmetic surgery to fix a broken face isn't cheap and she's living on a teacher's salary. So, in retrospect, technically, I'm a saint. Hell yeah, I'm a fucking saint.

"Can I go to the bathroom", I ask her as she passes me my packet. Maybe I can just hide in the bathroom until the end of the period. I'd honestly rather spend a good half an hour sitting on the dirty bathroom floor with very suspicious looking stains.

"I don't know, can you", she retorts back with a stupid smug look on her face. Haha, this bitch does not know what she just did. Oh, thank you, Lassie, for doing this to me as a child. I owe you one.

"When I was using the word 'can', I was using its secondary model form as a verbal modifier, asking for permission, as opposed to expressing an ability, I thought that since you're a teacher you'd know that but my bad. May I go to the bathroom", I reply with a look that says 'you just got owned'. She just stands there, the smug smile that was on her face might as well have gotten slapped off because off how fast it flew off her face. I give the fakest smile, I can make as I grab my stuff and leave the room. I begin to head towards the empty football field outside, it's pretty obvious what I'm doing because there are literally no bathrooms on the way toward the football field.

"The bathrooms are the other way Miss Prior", I hear her call out from the classroom. I whip around fast enough that my hair whips around as well. I hope that it looks really awesome when I do that. I'll have to ask Four later.

"Considering that I'm an exchange student that just gave you an English lesson, I think we should be questioning who really knows more, and maybe just maybe I'm not going to the bathroom", I say with a smile. I slide my eyes to Four's, who's are as wide as the moon, his jaw is dropped as well, not like hell level dropped but below sea level.

"What she said", I hear Four say before I hear him walk out of the room, quickly catching up to me.

"So, how many days of detention do you think we'll get", I ask casually as we make our way to the football field. The heavy sigh Four gives me lets me know that we'll probably spend the rest of our time in this school in the detention room.

"And because you feed me and make sure that I don't fuck things up, I will mostly forget about the part where you rode the coattails of my amazing exit and consequent burn of the bitch herself", I explain, not missing the small smile that takes over Four's face. We walk to the forest of sorts that backs up to the football field. Four and I both drop our bags on the ground. Four sits down and leans up against the tree, I, on the other hand, choose to climb the tree instead. I have too much energy. I manage to get about halfway to where the branches start to thicken before I even have to pull out my claws. I'd like to think that my tree climbing abilities are above average but I guess that being a supernatural creature that's half wolf does give me an unfair boost.

I look down and realize, in surprise, how far I've climbed up. I didn't realize this tree was almost fifty feet tall and I didn't realize that I'd climbed almost forty feet of said tree. I can just make out Four's closed eyes and, when I concentrate, I can hear how his heartbeat is ever so slightly slower and how his breath comes out slower.

I deftly move down the tree, stepping from branch to branch careful to not shake the tree. I stop about ten feet above Four. I can see how his eyelashes just barely brush his cheeks and how his hair looks more brown than black when the sun hits it. The edge of his lips curl up just a little bit, almost unnoticeable. He must be thinking of something nice.

I like smiles, well, I like seeing Four's smiles. They're almost too beautiful for this world. When his lips curl up and stretch tight is something out of a dream. But my favorite are the ones where he can't help himself and his lips pull back even farther to reveal his teeth, which are about as white snow. Similarly to snow, they're blinding, like when the sun hits the snow and everything's too bright and you can't help but admire the beauty even if it hurts to look directly at it, it's too beautiful not to. But the small ones, the ones where he looks down at the ground so that no one can tell, they're beautiful too in the way that only I know about them and that they're reserved for me and only me at that moment in time.

I feel my eyes widen as I realize that I just spent a good ten minutes thinking about Four's smiles. If only Lassie knew, he'd make me write my own sonnets rather than repeat Shakespeare's. It's okay though because Lassie doesn't know, Four doesn't know, and anyone I know has no idea that I'm so gone on him.
I hear the bell ring. I really don't want to go to gym and preferably nowhere near Mathews for the rest of the day. I move down to the branch closest to Four, hooking my legs over it before swinging down in front him, more or less.

"Four, wakey wakey eggs and bacy", I singsong. He opens his eyes, they're glazed over with sleep and happiness and he still has a lazy smile sitting on his lips. I try to commit this expression to memory because within minutes it'll be gone and a mask will replace it.

"What's up", he asks me before he yawns. I swear that I catch a glimpse of fangs as he yawns, yikes, that's not good.

"The bell just rang", I tell him. He rolls his eyes back to the school and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine, I guess we have to go back", he says as he stands up. There's a little lisp accompanying his sentence that really only happens when your fangs get in the way. He yawns again and...yep, his fangs are one hundred percent out and about.

"Hey Four", I call. He looks over, still yawning I might add, and I hook my fingers over my canines and hiss, well a pathetic hiss but what can I say I'm a wolfblood, not a werecat or something stupid like that. He cuts off his yawn with a strangled sound as he raises his fingers to his mouth. I can't help but let out a laugh because he looks ridiculous, fangs out, startled as a deer in headlights, and eyes wide as the moon. Well, his eyes aren't like the moon, they're like the ocean because they're as blue as the water in the most beautiful beaches and they pull me in like the tide.

"We're gonna have so many days of detention", I say as we walk back to the school. Four chuckles and nods.

"We are one hundred percent fucked", he agrees. I look at the bustling hallways and try to not groan. I really, really, don't want to go to gym. I think I might just go chill in Lassie's room and if anyone asks I was getting homework help. If we swing by his room quick enough he might write passes for us. I look over at Four and I'm pretty sure we're wearing almost the exact same expression.

"Hey Four, I just gotta ask this. Are our feelings mutual", I ask and Four looks like a deer caught in headlights, well rather a deer cornered by a pack of hungry wolves but same difference.

"W-what do you mean", he barely manages to get out. His eyes are huge and his heart is beating like a five year old's right after they've eaten all of their Halloween candy.

"Our feelings about not going to class. Now that I think about it, are you thinking what I'm thinking probably would've been a better choice of words but hey I'm a Romanian exchange student. But anyways I was trying to ask you if you wanted to swing by Lassie's and get passes for the rest of the day because going gym or art doesn't sound bearable right now", I explain catching my breath with a wheeze at the end. Yikes. I really need to work on breathing when I'm talking for long periods of time. By this time Four's heartbeat has gone down almost to normal and his eyes are no longer huge. He wears a relieved expression on his face, although I don't know the reason for it.

"Yeah that sounds awesome", he says with a relieved tone to his voice. My phone buzzes with a text. I look down to see that it's from Chris.

Chris: Hey girlypop, since ur off galavanting with Four, I have decided to be a great friend and not try to pick u up and end ur 'fun time' so I'll just meet u at the gym after school

Chris: PS use protection ;)

Me: I'll see you there

Chris: Are u not going to acknowledge the second part of my text

Me: No

Chris: Luv u 2 bby

"Remind me why we deal with our friends", I ask exasperatedly. Four looks at me out of the corner of his eye as we walk down the hallway.

"Because they're the only people who put up with our bullshit", he answers. I let out a small chuckle that is also kind of a snort. Lassie always says that I sound like a dog when I do that but I kind of am a dog so I can't really take offense to that. But Four does have a point, most people at this point would've probably run for the hills. I guess that everyone in this little group we have is a lot, maybe too much, for anyone else to handle and together we kind of just all live together in a crazy little mess.

"Whatcha thinking about", Four asks me. I look over at him with a smile on my face as we walk into Lassie's room.

"Just about how terrible it would be if we gave Zeke and Uriah drums", I say. Four smiles at first but then he shudders as he realizes what I just said. He looks like someone just pissed in his cornflakes.

"Don't ever tell them that, it was hard enough when they thought joining marching band was a good idea. I think that some kids have hearing loss from that", he grumbles. I can't help but laugh. That must've been terrible, who thought it was a good idea to give Zeke and Uriah things that make noise, they make enough noise on their own.

"What's happening Lass", I ask as we waltz into the empty classroom. He just looks up and smiles. Should he at least pretend to care that his little sister is cutting class, well multiple classes, I guess that he's giving me a pass since it's so close to the full moon and all.

"I'm almost regretting becoming a teacher in the first place, I hate to tell you Tris but your generation has to be one of the stupidest that I've ever had the displeasure of teaching", he tells me. Believe me, I know. I'm pretty sure that some kids are dumber than a bag of rocks.

"Well, I'm going to go to the teacher's lounge and pretend like I actually like doing the public service of trying to teach imbeciles", he mutters as he gathers papers from his desk. I flop in his chair, throwing my legs over one of the arms so I can spin myself around.

"Au revoir, Lass", I call out sarcastically in a sing song voice after him. I hear him mumble some choice four letter words that make the smile grow on my face. I spin around slowly in the chair, leaning back against the arm of the chair, stretching out my back and feeling the stress of the day slowly but surely melt away. Suddenly, I'm stopped. I open my eyes to see both of Four's arms brace against the arms of the chair, his muscles look so good right now. I snap my eyes back up to his as I realize the path my train of thought is going to take.

"So how are you gonna do this", I ask as nonchalantly as I can when my heart is beating out of my chest because I can feel the warmth of Four's skin even though we're not touching. Jesus fuck, just how do I breathe again. I swear Four's eyes are burning into my soul, like if I died right here right now my soul would have an imprint of Four's eyes on it. I honestly wouldn't mind that, his eyes are beautiful and...fuck he can probably tell what I'm thinking those eyes just make me want to open up and tell him everything about everything from Lucas to my crush that's about the size of the Eurasian continent.

"Lassiter said to talk in Shakespeare quotes, I feel like he has a dude crush on Shakespeare", Four tells me. His eyebrows scrunch up in the cutest way, Luna he has some cute ass eyebrows. How does one even have cute eyebrows, can eyebrows be cute. I have to let out a small laugh when what Four said registered in my mind.

"I swear he does, don't tell him I told you this, but when he left for college I was bored and therefore snooping through his room", I begin. I was actually rolling around in his bed trying to pretend like he was still here because I missed him terribly and I sniffed everything he owned till his scent faded away, " and I shit you not there were like four posters of Shakespeare in there". When Lassie first left for college it was rough, it was like having your best friend constantly by your side for eight years only to suddenly move to the other side of the world.

"How tragic, a crush on someone who's been dead for five hundred years", Four says wistfully as he spins me around in the chair. I have to let out a full bodied laugh as the image of Lassie in a toga sadly running his fingers through sand talking about how love slips through your fingers like grains of sand. It probably should worry me that thought comes so easily but for right now I'll hardly ignore it.

"Doubt thou that the stars are fire; doubt thou that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar", Four says. He looks to me to finish the quote. Are you serious, he's giving me Hamlet, everyone knows Hamlet. When Lassie says Shakespeare quotes he doesn't mean from plays, especially well known plays.

"But never doubt that I love," I finish for him with an eyebrow raised. Does he actually think that one line will help me? I need like full on monologues or at least quotes that I have to pull out of my ass. If it's well known it's been branded on my brain.

"What, is this too easy for you, my Shakespeare extraordinaire", he asks sarcastically. I roll my eyes and give him the bird as I cross my legs. What is one of my favorite quote from Shakespeare? Honestly, I know so many that if Shakespeare was alive today I'd be considered one of his biggest fans-well biggest fan by association...with Lassie.

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances: and one man in his time plays many parts", I say although I say it like I don't believe it, like I'm mocking him. Four leans back and sits on Lassie's desk, his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his face.

"You think it's bullshit", he asks me, his eyes just crinkling a bit as his smirk transforms into a smile. I spin around in the chair and give him a look that conveys the amount of bullshit Shakespeare is spouting which eventually morphs into a smile to mirror Fours.

"I'm not saying that I disagree with one of the most influential thinkers of all time-", I begin but Four interjects.

"But you are", he tells me. The smile on his face growing and he uncrossed his arms and braces them on the edge of Lassie's desk. I hold up my hands in surrender as he chuckles.

"It's just that if life's a play who's the playwright, is it not you? And if it isn't you then is it a god or is it the universe or is there no playwright at all and we're just a bunch of actors running around a stage doing who knows what", I say. Four raises an eyebrow and I feel attacked.

"What", I exclaim. His face stays in the same stupid adorable questioning look. I raise my eyebrows and wait for him to answer me.

"That was very...philosophical of you", he explains after a while. I give him a look. He shrugs his shoulders and avoids my eyes. God, I just wanna squeeze his cheeks but also kiss him at the same time-wait what. Well, the whole cheeks thing may be going a little far but I do know, while I won't seriously acknowledge the fact, that I want to kiss him.

"Can I not be philosophical", I ask him, quirking my head to the side. Four seems to panic about his answer for a couple seconds. He looks like a little puppy who just got caught chewing on the couch cushions.

"Well, I mean, you can be anything you want, you're Tris fucking Prior", he says as he finally decides on his answer. He chose the right one.

"Good answer", I tell him as I laugh a little bit. After I say this, Four seems to kind of get lost in his own mind and I let him, I always wished people would let me get lost in mine back home. I spin around in the chair humming the melody of some song I heard on the radio this morning but can't recall the words.

"I really like you", Four blurts out. Did he just say what I think he said? I think he did. I abruptly stop the chair, my cheeks coloring and my eyes as wide as the moon, as what Four said fully registers in my mind.

"I meant I really like hanging out with you, you're fun", he finishes kinda lamely, to be honest. My cheeks feel even hotter because of course, he didn't mean it that way, it was just my imagination making up what wasn't there.

"Uh...cool", I manage to get out. My mind goes blank which is weird considering that I literally always have responses to anything and everything. I guess that's what Four does to me, gets me off my game.

"Yep", Four says awkwardly. Normally this doesn't happen, we don't have uncomfortable lulls in conversation. I don't like it.

The bell rings and students all but run out of the school. I don't blame them, it's like a prison in here. Seconds of silence between up pass and then minutes. Eventually, I hear the click-clacking of heels coming down the hall. Chris glides in through the door.

"Hiya chica, I've decided to just give you a ride to the gym with me because I'm a great friend like that and also because I need you to tell me things like how to eat salad properly. I have to say I'm kind of excited for this, it's going to be just like Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries except I'm Mia. And this is just kind of awesome because I can pretend to be a princess and who doesn't want to be a princess", Chris asks.

If only she knew the truth, she'd probably have an aneurysm. Also being a princess sucks ass. It looks fun until you realize that you have to do a bunch of legal shit too and that you also are always in the public eye, well, unless you have my parents and then they hide you away so that you can never leave the castle.

Chris practically drags me out of my chair and out of the room and into her car.

Y'all...pls do not kill me. I know I'm a terrible person(it keeps me awake at night and I should be using that time to write but hey like I said I'm a terrible person) So here's a chapter that's really only like a little late (fiveorsixmonths) I'm trying to do better and stuff and get ahead and I'm hoping for extra time during the upcoming holiday season. But I would like to adress how none of y'all hit me up asking if i was still alive like maybe i was chillin in cambodia with drug lords or tibet with monks or maybe I was kidnapped by british nuns (I may have been sitting on my couch having multiple mental breakdowns from school) but I will forgive y'all because I have been terrible and y'all have been terrible so I say we agree to be equally terrible and I'm sure the universe or karma will cancel us out or something idfk. But I don't have a fun lil story time for this chapter but I'll make sure to do some stupid shit so yall can laugh at me next update.

Trying to be a less terrible person so the universe doesnt fucking merk me,

Defying Nature