#Breaking Dawn gay

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So ummmmmmmm Twilight may or may not be a guilty pleasure of mine and Kristen Stewart is like so frickin hot and she is definitely one of those people that should've helped me realize I was gay sooner lol

So enjoy a quick Bella Swan sketch heheheheh

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Everyone always talks about Esme scoring with Carlisle cause of the whole hot doctor thing but can we talk about CARLISLE scoring with ESME. LIKE THAT WOMEN IS BEAUTIFUL. SHES. SO. GORGEOUS. AND JUST AN AMAZING CHARACTER IN GENERAL. AGH. MOMMY.

(Yes, I’m queer.)

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•°• 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 °•° (𝗉𝗍 1)

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨:

I'm staring this page off strong with an unsual pair up, Edward Cullen and Jacob Black from the Twilight Saga!

In the movies/books these two were fighting for Bella's love but 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 if this time they realised that actually they 𝖺𝗋𝖾 meant for eachother?

Vampires and Werewol𝗏𝖾𝗌 can't date, it's forbbiden by the law, but love will always win...right?

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𝐂𝐖: cursing, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 making out, mentions of blood, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 (18+),

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘣

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𝑬𝑫𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫'𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑽:

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋...𝗁𝗂𝗆?

𝖠𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗒 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺. 𝖬𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽?

𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 100% 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨𝗇 𝗆𝗒 104 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖤𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗐. 𝖵𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇.

𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑩'𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑽:

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖺𝖽 𝖨 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽? 𝖭𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈- 𝖬𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌- 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽? 𝖮𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝗈. 𝖠𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝖤, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿, 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 "𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇" 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖨𝖲 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐...𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

<< 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈? >> 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽.

<< 𝖧𝗂 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽- 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍? 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎- >> 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖯

𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽...𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾? 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾...𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇��� 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽-

𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝑬𝑫𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫'𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑽:

𝖶𝗁𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖣𝗂𝖽. 𝖨. 𝖡𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾?

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 ���𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗉, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍-

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇? 𝖠𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒! 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈- 𝖮𝖧 𝖬𝖸 𝖦𝖮𝖣!"

𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖳 𝖭𝖮.

𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 100 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍. 𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.

"𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?"

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽? 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽? 𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 ��𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾...𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍...𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

"𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝖿-𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗁-𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝖽. 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝖽.

"𝖶𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽" 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐? 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀...𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖧𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖨 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀-

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀?

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖨 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆...𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾?

𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑩'𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑽:

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨'𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻.

𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅.

𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽, 𝖨'𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 ��𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌? 𝖭𝗈...𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?

𝖨 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿...

"𝖶-𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒- 𝖨 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍.

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾?"

"𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌-𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍...𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾." 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 100 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇.

"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗁? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾?" 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

"𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾...𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾- 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌.

"𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍-" 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾.

𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍ed 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒. 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

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𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕! 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕! 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 :)

𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅?

𝑿𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 <3

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#31daysofhalloween Day 4: Edward and Jacob

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Twin Flame - 2. Beach Day with the Doggies

Photo Made using Mage.Space AN: I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter. Please enjoy it! September 4th, 2006, Saturday 1:08 PM

First Beach, La Push, Washington

   The girls and Mike moved closer to the wolves. Bella wanted a day away from the pining guys after her, but she was doomed to be fawned over. She was the last thing Jacob was thinking about. He was a couple of feet away on the beach, watching Mike, freaking himself out at how amazing he smelled.

   Mike was laughing and playing around with Seth and Paul as the other wolves were freaking out just as much as Jacob that they had found an Omega. It was getting worse for them to control themselves as the scent doubled.

   "Hey," Beau ran up to them.

   "Beau?" Bella asked, "What are you doing here?"

   "I just thought I would come to hang out," Beau gulped, looking around. He was just about give it to his sister's boyfriend in the public library. "I rode Mom's old bike here. I need help putting it in the bed of your truck."

   "You rode a bike all the way here?" Angela asked. You should have called. I'm sure Bella would have picked you up," she offered, but Beau knew that wouldn't have been the case.

   "You can't even swim. I thought you didn't want to come this morning." Bella asked, and Beau rubbed his forehead, annoyed because he was embarrassed by that.

   "You don't know how to swim?" Lauren laughed with Jessica, and Beau sighed.

   "Why aren't you wearing a swimsuit?" Bella asked, and Beau looked around. "Beaufort, no." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as he stripped down to his panties. If the werewolves hadn't looked at him, they would have been now. Bella rolled her eyes.

   "Just make sure you put on some sunscreen. I don't want you to complain about it all week." She said, and Beau sighed, beginning to regret coming. He just felt like he should come to hang out with Bella after he almost kissed her boyfriend... It didn't sound as wild as he first thought it.

   Jessica handed him the sun lotion, and he rubbed it in. His pale, nearly hairless body enticed the wolves. Beau had only moved here a month ago, so he didn't know the pack as well as Bella. He remembered Jacob as they would hang out when they were little, and his older sisters would babysit him and Bella.

   However, he didn't remember how affectionate Jacob was. he felt someone approaching him from behind, and it was a little too late as he felt Jake's large hand curving around his waist.

   Jacob had been on the brink of losing self-control. He needed to get his hands on an Omega. After catching Mike's scent, he felt a closer bond with him, but Beau had Edward's scent on his hands... and he was just as intoxicating as Mike. Some goosebumps lined Beau's spine as Jake leaned down, and his lips hovered less than an inch from his ear.

   Bella scoffed at how obvious Jacob was with this move on her brother, but jealousy had sparked seeing it. Angela held in a coo as smoke came from Bella's ears.

   "Hand me the lotion..." Jacob said as Beau froze being touched. He leaned down to whisper in Beau's ear. "I don't want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so beautiful," Jacob said as he squeezed some of the sunblock and began to massage it into Beau's back.

   Beau relaxed as Jacob rubbed him. he had been so stressed lately from the moving, the mysteries, and the tension between him and his sister. "Mike, dry off so I can reapply sun lotion on you," Jacob said, half caring about Mike burning up the other half for nefarious reasons.

   "That feels amazing, Jake," Beau's eyes rolled back. Jake was rubbing out the knotted muscles in his body. Bella muttered to herself, wishing that they would get a room. Only the werewolves laughed at that since they had better hearing.

   Beau lulled his head back, resting his head just below Jake's sternum, looking up to make eye contact with a cocky Jacob Black. The wolf was massive and dwarfed the Swan boy. The older guy's hands could fit around Beau's waist, with just a few fingers overlapping. Jake's bicep was about the size of his head, and the wolves could palm his head like a football.

   "Oh, hey, Beau. When did you get here?" Mike smiled, happy to see someone he knew wouldn't be a bore. He and Beau got along nicely at school, and he wanted to see him this morning when they were coming here.

   "Hey Mike," He nearly moaned. Mike understood since the pack had already put sunscreen on him like this five times today. "How has it been?"

   "Well, it was boring at first, but then Jacob found us, and I hit him with a wet sandball, and now it's fun," Mike smiled. "The waves are bigger now, so Seth and I have been trying to surf and skimboard." Mike said excited, "I think they might have another body board for you to use,"

   "Oh... I'm okay," Beau blushed, and Mike raised an eyebrow. He wasn't usually such a stick in the mud.

   "He can't swim," Bella smirked, and Beau glared at her.

   "Oh uh... that's okay," Mike said while Jake kneeled to massage the lotion on Beau's legs. He blushed, and my when the guy's giant hands massaged up to his inner thighs. "You still come in the water with us. I'll protect you. I was the water polo captain in summer and came five times in a row." Mike stood on Beau's side to cover him.

   Jacob's touch excited him. Beau was glad for Mike and that there were no other beachgoers in the direction he was going. He managed to calm down when Jacob was through putting sunscreen on him.

   "Hey Jacob, I need some sunscreen," Jessica giggled, but Jacob didn't hear her. She looked around to see all eyes on Beau and Mike. "Hello?" She said, frustrated as they might as well have been at a gay club.

   "Wait! Wait-wait-wait!" Beau felt another guy approaching behind him at a fast pace. He felt himself being scooped up and pulled into the water. "Ahh!" Beau yelped, freaking out, trying to climb up on the man's head as he heard the girls laughing.

   "Relax, relax," Sam calmed him down and put his hand down his back.

   "Who are you?" Beau tried to snap, but he was still terrified

   "Im Sam, it's okay. I'll teach you how to swim," he said calmly. He had always gotten on the Swan's bad side, but like all other werewolves, he tried to get on his good side after they found out he was an Omega.

———- 5:49 PM    The time was coming to pack up and head home. Despite Beau's inability to swim, he had a really good time. He was tired of being laughed at for not knowing how to swim, and Sam taught him some basics.

   Several people were around to help him if the water got too deep or he lost his ability to stand. Seth had some dry clothes to change into when they were heading home, so he gave them to Beau to wear.

   "Hey... where did the girls go?" Beau asked as they were walking up to the chairs. He had been so preoccupied with surviving and staying in shallow waters he hadn't noticed they had left.

   "They went home like hours ago," Jerard said, walking in sync behind Beau. It was like he was glued to Beau's back.

   Beau thought it was weird all of these guys were so close to him, but that is only because he has only known mostly homophobic men. He didn't know they were wolves and were walking so close to him and Mike as they were guarding their 'entrances.' It was an unspoken game between the wolves while keeping the humans safe from being claimed

   "Well, shit..." Beau said, and every single wolf looked away, concerned.

   "What?" Jake rushed up to him. Jared's lips snarled up before Sam shot him a look to calm down.

   "How the hell are we going to get home," Beau muttered, mad at Bella. She should have told him she was leaving. "Maybe she left the bike behind," he muttered, drying off and dressing in the clothes Seth gave him.

   "She had to have. She is nice and thoughtful," Mike said. I can definitely hike back home, but I would be worried about you. You're probably not used to hiking," Mike said with a worried look.

   "Nonsense," Seth said to both of them, "Some of us came in Jake's Van. I am sure he will take you home."

   "Oh, I don't want to-"

   "You won't be a burden," Jake said with a smile. "Do you boys want to come back to the house? We are gonna grill some of the fish Embry and Quil caught."

   "Oh, um... thank you, but I need to talk to my sister," Beau said. He had been worrying all day about the almost kiss between Edward and him. He knew that he needed to tell Bella before she found out. Their relationship was already strained, and he didnt want a boy to come between them... but boy, he didnt know that would be inevitable.

   "Alright, let's go, but on one condition," Jacob said, and the boys looked up into his eyes, a bit worried, "You guys come to boys' night this coming Friday,"

   "Oh, um..." Beau blushed as he hadn't had many male friends, "You... You know I am gay, right?"

   "Wait, you are?" Mike squeaked.

   "Yeah, so?" Jacob raised an eyebrow.

   Usually, Beau wasn't so bashful. As soon as he got to the beach, he stripped to his panties. It was after he and Mike had been treated like the hot new chew toy all day. He remembered Jake being rambunctious and silly, but this Jacob was criminally good-looking and cheeky. "Er. Yes... okay, I will see what Bells is doing,"

   "Don't bring her," Embry scoffed, crossing his arms, annoyed.

   "He is right," Sam started, leaning against Jacob while looking down into Beau's eyes. Sam and Jacob agreed on a few things, but this was one: He wanted these omegas to be there. "It's a boys' night. Last time I checked, Bella wasn't a guy, was she?"

"O-Okay," Beau looked down and saw Jerad's grip getting lower to his hips. Sam snapped his fingers, and Jared froze before patting Beau on the back.

   "See ya, Beau and Mike," Jerad smiled before tackling Quil and trying to force him back into the water.

   "Bye, guys," Seth smiled while combing his hands through his long jet-black hair. Don't tell the girls about the Boys Night. We don't want them crashing," he winked at the two.

   "Oh... are you guys not leaving? I wouldn't want to rush you all," Beau said, and Mike nodded, backing him up.

   "It's okay, guys. You two look beat. Come on," Jacob snuggled between them, placing hands on the small of their backs. He guided them to the stairs up to where Jake parked. Jacob knew when to talk and not to, though he mostly ignored that. He would drop Beau off first and then Mike, but before he got out of his van, he would ensure that he had both numbers.

   "Mike," Beau turned to look at the boy after a few moments of silence. He wasn't aware that he would be coming out to Mike. He thought it was fairly obvious. Can you meet me in the cafeteria on Monday? I still don't know how to get around," Beau asked to check if they were okay. By the way, Mike smiled from ear to ear, and he knew it was okay.

   "Sure, Beau-Beau," Mike beamed, and Beau smiled back.

   A couple of moments later, when the car pulled to a stop, Beau realized he was home now, "Oh wow, I guess it just seemed like forever on a bike,"

   "Yeah, you are pretty tiny, so it probably seemed like that," Jake said, pulling his phone out of the glove box and handing it to Beau to put in his phone number. He looked at Bella's window and saw her glaring down at them. 

   Jacob has been trying to get her to pay attention to him, to see if he was better than any other man for her, yet he has yet to get that reaction... until today. Jacob cupped Beau's face and whispered into his ear, making eye contact with Bella loving how pissed off she looked. "I'll text you when I want to meet up with you guys. Pack for overnight. We will be camping,"

   "Hey Jake," Beau said with gritted teeth as he had enough of guys getting up in his personal space. Jacob's hand was about to slip under the waistband of his shorts.

   "Yeah, B?"

   "If you and your buddies want to keep your balls, I suggest you keep your hands above my fun zone," Beau said with gritted teeth. Jacob got the hint and quickly took his hands to himself.

   "Er... sorry,"

   "Bye Mike," Beau got out of the van, "Thanks for the ride," Beau offered a wave, and Jacob gave home a nod.

   He hoped Bella would keep the door unlocked because he had left his keys and important things at the library. The librarian was good at keeping lost and found items separate from the rest when she knew who it was and who was more recognizable than the Sheriff's son, who had just moved back to town. 

   As he reached out to open the door, he saw it jiggle. Hearing it unlocked, he assumed it was Bella. The door opened, and he planned to spit out what he wanted to tell her, but then he smelled his father's pine scent.

   "Hey Bubba, have fun at the beach?" Charlie smiled, and Beau calmed down when he saw his father's peaceful smile and disarming aroma, "Them boys didnt give you too much trouble, eh?"

   "No, Daddy," Beau smiled, diving into his father's arms for a hug. He heard a hardy chuckle as he was constricted into his father's embrace. "Well, they did, but I can take care of myself."

   "Well, just be patient with Bells,"

   "What?" Beau widened his eyes, "She is mad at me?"

   "I don't know why, but maybe it is... Aunt Flo is visiting or something." Charlie turned red, trying to make Beau feel better. "Look, it will be fine, whatever it is. Just give her some space,"

   "N-No... I have to explain my side..." Beau said, trying to remain brave, he had done nothing wrong. He was never going to kiss Edward... he just was shocked. Yep, that is definitely why he didnt pull away or beat Edward's ass.

   "Goodluck," Charlie said, patting him on the back, "Imma clean out the grill,"

   "Traitor..." Beau muttered to himself before walking upstairs. Only half wanted back up from his dear ole daddy. "Bells?" Beau asked, knocking on her door before opening it, though it was locked. "Please... Bella, I need to talk to you," Beau said before flinching. The wind didnt even hit him. He didnt even see the tall man's shadow grabbing him by the collar.

   "Please, Please don't tell her. She means everything to me," Edward was so mortified. He didnt know how Bella had found out. He had been trying to get into her room for hours now, but she threatened him with her little cross necklace to get out.

   "She is my sister," Beau snarled at him, "Bella, he tried to kiss me! I didnt let him!" Beau said, and Edward gulped. He grabbed Edward's shirt before he zoomed away. Luckily, Bella shoved open her door.

   "You fucking tried to kiss Jacob?!" Bella snapped before it registered that Edward was in front of her. "Edward? What are you doing here?"

   "Bella, did you fucking hear what I said?" Beau snapped, "Your vampire boyfriend tried to kiss me," Beau snapped. This isn't how he wanted to break it to her, he intended to warn Bella about Edward's wandering eye. Beau didnt really know the fate and magnetic pull Edward felt between them yet.

   "What?!" Bella snarled.

   "Hold on, youre telling me that you were fucking mad at me for Jacob flirting with me when you are dating Edward?" Beau said, now earning the right to be pissed off.

   "Get out of my sight, both of you," Bella said, getting ready to slam the door, but Beau stepped in front.

   "Bella, I didnt do anything wrong! Will you let two boys you have been talking to for a few months come between us? We haven't been apart since the womb up until a couple of months ago!"

   "Yeah, well, maybe that needs to change," Bella shoved at Beau before slamming her door and locking it,

   "Shit..." Edward pinched the bridge of his nose after saving Beau from stumbling down the stairs. Chief Swan came running up the stairs. "This is all my fault, I am so sorry," Edward said. He widened his eyes as Beau started crying, he could also tell that Bella was crying.

   "I think you should leave, Edward," Charlie quickly hugged Beau to comfort him, "Bella, come out here right now and tell me what the hell is going on!" Charlie rubbed on Beau's arm before he stormed off to his room... which was the former nursery. "What the hell is going on!" Charlie said,

   He couldn't open the door, it didn't have a lock on it, so instead, Beau propped a chair up against the knob as a makeshift lock. Edward was a gentleman... or at least, that's what he thought he used to be. So he told him what had gone down, officially being banned from the Swan house for 'the rest of eternity.'

------- 11:10 PM

Swan Home, Forks, Washington

   Luckily for Edward, being uninvited from entering a house or asking permission to get access was an old vampire myth. He told himself he was being an idiot and that he needed to beg for his life and apologize to Bella, yet he was in the room directly under hers.

   He perched at the window on the other side of the room. It was a tiny room, but he still had a good view of Beau. He walked over as Beau started to fidget, by reading his mind, he knew the guy was having a nightmare.

   "Calm down... I will protect you," Edward whispered before caressing his hand down Beau's arm, slowly but soon enough. Beau's subconscious moved onto another dream. Beau relaxed his body a bit, a small smile spreading. He nudged his head under his pillow and was completely safe now. "Shit... what have I gotten into..." He muttered. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:). Updates sporadic 

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Hey guys, it’s me, I’m back doing more mathcups but this time i am doing some Twilight mathcups, along with my Gorillaz and Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia mathcups. I’ll be taking requests via direct messaging and I’m open to any characters! Thanks!

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I feel like it's only inevitable in an artist's life to recreate this historic image with their own characters or characters of media of their choice. Especially during the month of pride. So here's mine featuring the goobers of my webcomic/world. Original image gloriously made by @flashcs5

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Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 (2012)

Date Rewatched: 6/16/2023

Gay: 0/10

Enjoyment: 5/10. It is easily the best movie. I fucking love vampire Bela so much and I like when the werewolves work with the vampires for once. The middle is pretty interesting, I like seeing the vampire cultures even when its bad (hello Ahkmenrah). The world is expanded and as bad as renesme looks she's kinda cool. (but wwdits did a cgi baby better and child's play did an animatronic baby better)

Vampires: Much improved over the last one. I love healthy Bela who's a cool vampire who kills. The volturi are still cool but there's little to say about the vampires this long in. 4/10

No sire rule

Representative of 2010s? I've loved you for a thousand years (or you know.. 11)

Relative Popularity? Stop asking

[midnight-lestrange]

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Well...happy...birthday...to Renesmee...*sigh*

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

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Mini Love Bites - Queer Twilight Mini-Fics - 1. Just Throuple Things - Jacob/Beau/Edward

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AN: Unless said so, all of these mini-fics will be silly and campy from this sort of AU. I want to remain under 200 words, but I will be under 500. Be sure to click the links to my AO3 and Wattpad to read my other works!

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   Beau whimpered and kicked slightly as he tried to wake up from a nightmare. "Hey... Hey," Edward said softly, cupping his face. He flinched and started to tear up, quickly tackling Edward in a hug. "It's okay, it was just a nightmare," Edward kissed him on the forehead and held him.

   "B-But it was so real," Beau whined.

   "Do you want to talk about it?" Edward questioned.

   "Well, I-I was a girl named Bella, and Jacob and you were fighting over me... I was horrible, I had no personality other than you," Beau said, and Edward raised an eyebrow.

   "Was she hot?" Jacob asked from the foot of the bed where he was curled up. Edward shot him a look to behave while Beau looked at him, overwhelmed.

   "Huh?" Beau glared at him.

   "Were you hot as a girl..." Jake asked like it was obvious.

   "What?" Beau stammered.

   "Am I speaking another language?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Did you at least have big titties?"

    "I dunno... I am gay," Beau whined, and Edward pulled him to his chest.

   "Does being gay also make you blind?"

   "Stop freaking him out, Jake," Edward cooed, petting Beau's curly hair out of his face, "It was just a bad dream, okay." Edward kissed his head.

   "Y-Yeah, Okay," Beau sniffled. "But me being a girl didn't scare me. You two hated each other, and it was all because of me." Beau said as Jacob crawled up and kissed him, deciding not to tease him anymore.

   "Well," Edward met Jacob's lips, kissing him, "As much as vampires and werewolves are scary, at least we are not straight and in a love triangle," Edward said.

   "Speak for yourself, icicle ass,"

   "Yeah, okay, Fleabag,"

   "Hey! That is culturally insensitive to werewolves," Jacob snarled, grabbing Edward by the neck; Beau gasped and tried to wedge between them. 

   "Jake, stop!" Beau yelped.

   Edward and Jacob laughed at him and then kissed again, "But seriously... don't say that," Jacob said, a bit sensitive, "Beau dewormed and gave me flea medicine yesterday,"

   "Yeah?" Edward bit his lip as Jacob kissed Beau, "I don't think it worked." Edward laughed

   "Well, it did!" Jake said, and Edward pointed at him, scratching his neck with his foot.

   "Ugh... Jake, I told you to stay still when I was giving you the flea medicine," Beau muttered as Jacob whined like a dog, "C'mon, I'll hose you down again out back."

   "Fuck yeah! let's go for a walk too!" Jake jumped off the bed and shifted, howling as he ran to the back.

   "Jake! I've told you a million times not to shift until we get outside!" Beau groaned. Please Comment, Vote, and add this story to your reading lists. Check out my full length fics and my One Shot collection under 'Love Bites'

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BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, closing the distance, she sits at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, nearly exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging it back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry, baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, her eyes sweeping over your barely-covered frame as she shakes her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle and a shrug. “No, you know what? I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door…” She pauses, realization dawning a beat too late. “Oh god. Those weren’t conversations. Fuck, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate—the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door.

The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale sharply, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all ���� so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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