#Carpet cleaning Silver Spring

[cleaningsilverspring]

Upholstery Cleaning Silver Spring: DIY Mistakes to Steer Clear Of

When cleaning upholstery in Silver Spring, don't grab just any product—always check labels to verify compatibility and opt for gentle, eco-friendly options. Avoid overusing water, as it can damage the fabric and cause shrinkage. Always conduct a patch test to prevent unwanted damage, and follow the manufacturer's instructions for best results. Never rub stains; blot them gently instead. Keeping these tips in mind will help maintain your furniture's charm and comfort. Discover more tips and tricks next.

Choosing the Wrong Cleaning Products

When cleaning upholstery, it is crucial to choose the right products to avoid causing damage. You know how precious your furniture is, and you want it to look its best for years. Start by checking product compatibility with your fabric type. Don't just grab any cleaner from the shelf. Instead, look for eco-friendly options that are gentle yet effective. These products not only care for your upholstery but also for the planet. Remember, the wrong choice can lead to discoloration or fabric wear. Trust your instincts and go for what feels right, ensuring your home remains a cozy, inviting space.

Using Excessive Water

After selecting the right cleaning products, it's important to contemplate your water usage during upholstery cleaning. You might think more water means a deeper clean, but be cautious. Excessive water can lead to water damage, leaving your cherished furniture in a sorry state. Over-saturating upholstery not only risks soaking through to the cushions but also increases the chance of fabric shrinkage. Imagine your favorite couch suddenly becoming a size too small! To avoid such heartache, use just enough moisture to lift stains without drenching. Your upholstery will thank you, remaining plush, comfortable, and precisely how you love it.

Skipping the Patch Test

Why skip a patch test when it can save your upholstery from disaster? You might think it's a waste of time, but understanding patch test importance is essential. Imagine finding the perfect cleaner, only to watch it ruin your beloved couch because of incompatible fabric. A quick patch test guarantees fabric compatibility, revealing how your upholstery reacts to cleaning solutions. Just apply a small amount to a hidden spot and wait. This simple step can prevent unwanted surprises and help maintain your furniture's charm. Embrace this intimate care for your home, and your upholstery will thank you for your diligence.

Ignoring Manufacturer Instructions

Although it might seem like an unnecessary step, following the manufacturer's instructions is essential for effective upholstery cleaning. Ignoring these guidelines can lead to damage and reduce your furniture's lifespan. Manufacturer instructions provide vital details about fabric care and appropriate cleaning frequency. They help you avoid common pitfalls, ensuring your cherished pieces remain beautiful and comfortable.

Consider these points:

- **Fabric Type**: Different fabrics require specific care techniques.

- **Cleaning Agents**: Some chemicals can harm your upholstery.

- **Frequency**: Over-cleaning can be just as harmful as under-cleaning.

- **Special Treatments**: Some fabrics need unique treatments to maintain their appearance.

Trust the guidance and let your upholstery shine.

Rubbing Stains Instead of Blotting

When you encounter a spill on your upholstery, it might be tempting to rub the stain vigorously, but this common mistake can cause more harm than good. Rubbing pushes the stain deeper into the fabric, spreading it further and potentially damaging the fibers. Instead, embrace blotting techniques for effective stain removal. Gently dab the affected area with a clean cloth, applying minimal pressure. This allows the cloth to absorb the spill without enlarging the stain. By being patient and gentle, you not only preserve your upholstery's beauty but also maintain its longevity. Remember, a tender touch makes all the difference.

[procleanmd]

Know Why Hiring a Professional for Commercial Carpet Cleaning in Bethesda and Silver Spring, MD is a Must

Today, carpeting has become an essential aspect of interior décor. From homes to businesses, everyone is seeking to add an extra touch of luxury and glamor to the look and feel of the interiors. Whether retail stores, small offices, or big enterprises, carpets create a welcoming and professional environment. Now, anything that adds beauty to a space needs cleaning to keep up the look and feel of the space. Heavy foot traffic in these spaces inevitably leads to the accumulation of dirt, stains, and allergens. Therefore, investing in professional commercial carpet cleaning in Bethesda and Silver Spring, MD, at regular intervals is essential. Professional cleaning at periodic intervals helps maintain hygiene, extend the lifespan of carpets, and ensure a healthy environment for employees and customers. ​ Benefits of Hiring an Expert for Commercial Carpet Cleaning Indeed, the market is filled with various products promising superior cleaning, but the hassle isn't worth it. Firstly, it is hard to guarantee results without testing the product initially. Secondly, using over-the-counter products is a big task. From reading instructions, ensuring correct application, ascertaining results, and completing thorough cleaning post-application, the task is certainly arduous. This is where hiring professionals comes across as a wise choice. Expert commercial carpet cleaning ensures proven results without cutting a big hole in the pocket.

Here is a quick look at some key benefits of hiring a professional over adopting a DIY approach. Businesses can also gain from hiring other services like air duct cleaning for allergies in Rockville and Gaithersburg, MD. 

Enhanced Appearance and Professionalism Clean carpets contribute significantly to a commercial space's overall aesthetic. Dirty or stained carpets can negatively impact clients, customers, and employees. Expert commercial carpet cleaning regularly ensures a positive reflection of the business's commitment to cleanliness and professionalism.

Improved Indoor Air Quality Carpets act as filters, trapping allergens, dust, and pollutants. Over time, these particles accumulate and can be released into the air, compromising indoor air quality. Professional carpet cleaning removes trapped pollutants and contaminants, promoting a healthier environment and reducing the risk of respiratory issues for occupants. Also, the professionals recommend superior air duct cleaning for allergies in Rockville and Gaithersburg, MD, which adds worth to commercial carpet cleaning.

Extended Carpet Lifespan Carpets are a significant investment for any commercial property. Dirt, grit, and debris trapped in the fibers can cause premature wear and tear. Regular deep cleaning removes these abrasive particles, preventing damage and extending the carpet's durability. This proactive approach reduces the need for frequent replacements, saving businesses money in the long term.

Enhanced Employee Productivity and Satisfaction A well-maintained and clean carpet ensures a positive work environment. Commercial carpet cleaning promotes a hygienic and pleasant space where employees feel good about working, and clients feel good about visiting.

Compliance with Health and Safety Standards Many industries must adhere to specific health and safety regulations, which include maintaining cleanliness and hygiene in commercial spaces. Regular carpet cleaning and air duct cleaning for allergies in Rockville and Gaithersburg, MD, helps businesses comply with these standards, minimizing the risk of penalties or reputation damage.

Hiring a professional for commercial carpet cleaning helps businesses make informed decisions to protect their investment and uphold a positive image. Engaging professional cleaning services is a wise choice to ensure thorough and effective maintenance of commercial carpets.

[my313]

spring cleaning ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ choi beomgyu

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ sukidakara - beomgyu (og: yuika)

⋆ pairing: high school sweetheart!beomgyu x gn!reader

⋆ summary: in an attempt to declutter your home for the spring, you find an old camcorder filled with beautiful memories of your first love.

⋆ warnings: fluff, mentioned past heeseung (enhypen) x reader, jealous beomgyu, established relationship, italics are flashbacks, beomgyu is a musician? so technically kind of an au, insinuated that beomgyu and reader were high schoolers in the 2000s

⋆ word count: 2k

a/n: LISTEN TO HIS COVER NEOOOWWW!!! god i love him so bad...... this is also not proofread sry i wrote this out of pure delusion LOL. stuff might sound bad omg i just wanted to write fluff 😭 banner by @/saradika <3

it's nearly midnight when you decided to rummage through your drawers, cabinets, and now, your closet. while dipping your head into the various sets of clothes, you reach for a heart-shaped box with a matching pink ribbon sitting on the lid.

inside, you find an assortment of trinkets from your days in high school. lilac envelopes with silly faces drawn on the seal, addressed to you; postcards from your distant relatives; your university acceptance letter; even a nasty tube of your favourite (expired) strawberry lip balm.

what really distracts you from your spring cleaning antics is the silver camcorder that sits in the very middle of the box.

the clunky piece of technology is covered in dust and mismatched stickers, obvious once you bring it out of the black hole that is your closet and into the warm light of your bedroom.

you don't expect it to start up with the way it's been abandoned for years, but the familiar jingle fills the silence and you're met with a pixelated view of your carpeting. you habitually click on the gallery, immediately flustered with the thumbnail that greets you.

a fond smile makes its way to your lips as the video plays. it's shit quality, as expected, but even with all the pixels distorting the boy's face, you recognise him. it comes easy, with beomgyu's round eyes nervously shifting from the falling cherry blossoms and onto the lens.

you recall this specific spring. the one right before you were set to graduate. you remember how odd beomgyu seemed the entire walk back to his house until he clumsily led the way to the little park a few minutes away from his childhood home. your impromptu shoot now becoming a memory to savour.

beomgyu keeps his distance from you as you take the longer, more scenic route to his house. he had it all planned out. today would be the day he'd tell you that he liked you. the first week of spring, the cherry blossoms falling perfectly; it was as if the universe and the gods of romance were aligning everything to his favour. he even got your favourite strawberry yogurt drink on-hand, poking the straw through the film and handing it to you proudly when you gasp and proclaim your gratefulness to him.

unfortunately, that didn't play out the way he fantasised the night before, sprawled out on his futon with a dopey grin on his face until morning came. even so, he didn't let his sleep deprived self peek through for a minute since you exited the school gates.

that was until you mentioned lee heeseung.

"heeseung asked me to the internet cafe this weekend," you begin, harmlessly conversing about your day like you usually do. you take a sip of your drink, then extend it to beomgyu, offering a taste.

he leans down to catch the straw between his lips, heart fluttering ever-so-slightly at the thought of your lips just being on that flimsy plastic a few moments ago. clearly, that gesture wasn't enough to keep his mind distracted from the mention of lee heeseung.

beomgyu tries to remain calm. internet cafe? surely, a thing friends do. you've tagged along with him and soobin a few times.

"he said it was a date."

which explains your current predicament. it's obvious that beomgyu is upset, lips jutted into a pout and brows furrowed. his hands stay stuck in his pockets as if they'd been glued there, so unlike his usual behaviour. on days like this, beomgyu typically links arms with you, or tugs on the top hook of your backpack to ease the weight off you, or even sling his arms around you with a mischievous grin. right now, you're sure this is the farthest beomgyu has been from you.

the silence drapes over you two like a stuffy blanket. you're thankful for the loud honks and bicycle bells in the background, even appreciating the yelling of the street vendors as your typically boisterous peer is quiet.

a bike chaotically speeds through your side, the rider repeatedly hitting the bell as they make their way to you. beomgyu quickly grabs your arm and trades places with you before the bike catches up, him on the road-side and you by the fences. once the bike passes with a hurried apology, beomgyu lets go of your arm and maintains the former distance.

"...sounds like a shit date, to be honest." the silence shatters. he mutters, huffing out a breath as he walks just an inch closer to you, as if trying to be a barrier between you and the road.

you blink at him, lips flat and eyes unassuming. just relieved he's talking to you. "you think?"

"yeah, why would you wanna be inside when the streets look like this.." he motions towards the cherry blossom trees surrounding you both. "..right now. d'you even like him enough to say yes?"

"i dunno. he's cool, i guess. isn't he your friend?"

"just played a few games together."

his responses are straight to the point. none of his beomgyu bullshit spinning your conversations through circles, which you admittedly did enjoy.

"is something... wrong? did you guys fight? i can beat him up for you if i go." you try to joke, your eyes never leaving beomgyu's face to catch his reaction.

he winces, "uh, no, not really. that- that's not the problem..."

your silence prompts beomgyu to keep talking, but his eyes don't meet yours. instead, he's staring at the pavement, picking up the creases on his shoes he'd never seen before, distracting himself by counting the petals he comes across. none of it calms his heart or clears the lump in his throat though.

he abruptly lifts his head and stares back at you. a pleasant surprise that causes you to blush at how his eyes sparkle so brightly. he sighs defeatedly, not wanting to be upset any longer. with one look at you, beomgyu's stubbornness weakens, a small smile on his lips as he closes the distance between you both.

his shoulder purposely clashes into yours, "it's really pretty at the park near my house right now. wanna see?"

you pause the video upon hearing the doorbell ring. with a knowing grin, you take the camcorder with you to the door. once you pull it open, the comforting sight of your boyfriend floods your vision.

"m'home~" he greets in a sing-song tone, arms spread wide awaiting your welcome home hug that he always craves after hours at the studio.

beomgyu's eyes travel from your sunken but excited eyes to the familiar thing in your hold. he blinks repeatedly, craning his neck up stiffly to look up at you again. comically, he brings an accusatory finger to the front with a nervous chuckle.

"is that...?"

"yup!" you beam enthusiastically, like you had waited for him to step foot into your shared apartment to eat him up.

knowing what was inside the camcorder, beomgyu could say it was similar. his face feels warmer despite the late night breeze still whisking him away from behind. you tug at his outstretched arm and pull him inside, shutting the door.

usually, you'd ask how work was, or pester him to let you listen to a new song he worked on. tonight though, none of that.

beomgyu sits next to you on the sofa, cheek nuzzled against your head. his downward gaze is alert to every button you press on the camcorder, cringing slightly at the memory of his partly successful confession.

beomgyu leans in closer to have a better look at the viewfinder. he chooses to focus on something else entirely even as you're sucked into the pretty pinks of the sakura flowers and the shaky footage of his round head.

the wind was just slightly unforgiving that day, petals swirling around the park. you're a few steps behind beomgyu. he's biting the inside of his cheek, stare stuck to the pavement, desperately wishing you'd speed up and start walking beside him.

impatient as ever, beomgyu decides he'll just slow down for you. he's not very subtle about it though, opting to halt entirely and turn his head in your direction. beomgyu wants to see the surprise in your face; eyes wide and cheeks pink. instead, what greets him is the lens of your camcorder, a hand-me-down from your relatives that you couldn't stop talking about over text just the other week.

beomgyu strides forward and you stay still in your spot, tightly gripping the camcorder. "beomgyu, say hi to the camera!"

your voice echoes with excitement, beomgyu doesn't have to peer beyond the camcorder to know that your lashes are kissing the apples of your cheeks with the way you're smiling widely. he wants to be the one to keep you beaming like this for years and years on end.

you're about to back away as beomgyu gets too close for the camcorder to film him and the view. then, you feel beomgyu's lithe fingers over your own, tugging on the camera, extending your arm by result, and raising it to his eye-level. beomgyu makes sure you're looking at him through the viewfinder. with a lopsided smile and head cocked to the side, beomgyu braces himself for what's to come, "hey, i like you."

your arm falls limp as he releases his grip on you, shocked by his confession. he doesn't let you process it, though, running towards the opposite direction. it takes you a moment to run after him, camera long forgotten. "choi beomgyu..! you!"

"why are you running away from someone you like, huh?!" you huff out, catching your breath.

when you look up, you can't help but point the camera at beomgyu again. with plenty of cherry blossom trees in the background, beomgyu center in the frame, wind trying to pull his necktie away, how could you not? the boy you like, the one that just confessed to you on one spring day, looked too beautiful.

the camcorder manages to pick up your words amidst the scratchy noises of the wind. in a whisper, one can hear your voice, "i like you too, beomgyu."

"wow, i was really handsome since birth, huh?" he poses confidently, his lips and warm breath kissing your hair as he speaks.

you roll your eyes with a smile, and you don't disagree. you never do and it makes beomgyu blush and grin. if he wasn't too comfortable in your warmth, he would be laying down on his stomach with a coquettish smile and his feet kicking up and down.

"yeah, s'why i'm engaged to you, no?" you blow a raspberry at him.

an exaggerated gasp paired with a dramatic drop of his jaw has your stomach hurting from laughing too hard. "i thought you loved me!"

"i do!" you giggle, biting down your lips to stop more fits of laughter spilling out. you squish beomgyu's cheeks together, lips pursed and begging to be kissed. so you do. "you and your pretty face, baby."

your laughs settle down into echoes of contentment, beomgyu's palm rubbing against your belly as if soothing your self-inflicted ache. plus, beomgyu would stick his limbs to your body if he could.

he presses his cheek against your head, "did you know i liked you even before that spring?"

you hum in thought, resting your hand atop the one on your tummy and filling in the gaps between his fingers with your own. you smile even harder upon feeling the cold metal band of your engagement rings. "nah. i thought it was impossible, honestly,"

"didn't even really think you thought of me like that until then, bomu." you admit shyly, playing with your interlocked fingers. beomgyu's lips purse in thought, "i thought i was pretty obvious though,"

"was buying you strawberry milk everyday and carrying your backpack home even if we lived in opposite directions not obvious enough for you, honey?"

"well... it's obvious now!"

"yeah," he beams that sweet, silly, sly beomgyu half-smirk that you've always loved. he releases your hands momentarily to raise his fingers to the light, showing off his ring. "we're so locked in now."

[averbaldumpingground]

Maybe this will work for what you want: 'SIlver Springs' Fleetwood Mac

Fuck you. You are The Worst. I am also not going to properly tag this until you figure it out. Have I mentioned you suck? This is brought to you by that one performance video from like 1997 with all of the ridiculously loaded eye contact btw. Because that's kind of living rent free in my head. Edit: Adding tags now. I continue to be baffled.

It's just another night, another dingy, damp motel room off of I-695, south of Baltimore. He thinks the carpets here used to be green. They haven't been properly cleaned since the end of the Reagan administration. The first one. 

His suit jacket's crumpled up over the back of a chair, still where he tossed it that morning. He really needs to do laundry. Not tonight though. Tonight...

The whiskey bottle's still exactly where he left it too, conveniently in reach on the corner of the nightstand. It's still mostly full. And barely a step above paint thinner. 

There isn't any sense in wasting anything better. Not when it's him and his nightmare again. 

One nightmare. Singular.

Always the same, ever since--

He slams the radio on, scrambles for the knob, trying to find something that isn't just thin, tinny static.

Britney Spears? No. Some rapper he doesn't recognize. What sounds like it might be an ABBA cover band. Which? He's not even sure why that would be a thing. REO Speedwag--

He groans when he recognizes the song. It's just a little too pointed. And not really any better than being alone with his thoughts.

He flops back on the bed and avoids looking at the liquor bottle. It's still to early for that. But Kevin Cronin must really have it out for him tonight.

He wonders if maybe he should have just stayed at the bar. Maybe even gone home with that waitress he'd spent the better part of two hours chatting up. Yeah. She was pretty. Long, wavy hair. Curvy in all the right places.

But then she had looked up at him, laughing, and he knew he that couldn't go through with it.

Not when her eyes weren't blue. Not when she just wasn't--

He doesn't bother trying to rationalize it to himself anymore. The whiskey really isn't any better than industrial cleaning solution, but he's already starting to feel the muscles in his shoulders unclench.

Good.

And yeah, maybe he is too old for this hangover bullshit. Maybe that's going to catch up with him one day. But tonight? He doesn't want to think about it anymore tonight.

He shuts the radio off. The light from the motel sign blinks, a dirty, muted yellow through the curtains.

If he gets drunk enough, maybe he won't even remember those words. Maybe--

It hasn't worked before. He always wakes up panicked, in a sweat.

[eikonoklast]

Day 28 (Deleterious): Silver and Gold

   “So you come to an underground spring. The glowing ethereal blue water shimmers and a faerie rises from the depths. She implores you to offer up your Silver Axe and if you do so she may grant you favor. Do you accept?”    

Minimas narrated dramatically, using a tiny electrope board to simulate the lights and setting of the cave he'd placed Silver's player character in. They were sitting on the floor of Minimas’ apartment waiting for Alphinaud and Alisaie to get there so they could go to the arcade. In the meantime, Minimas wanted to introduce his friend to a game he liked. He held up a light under his face, his red eyes gleaming mischievously as he no doubt considered ways to trick his quarry.    

Silver decided not to bite. “What if I like my Silver Axe?”   

Minimas paused, annoyed, “Dude it's just a Silver Axe. It could be a Gold or Platinum Axe instead if you roll high enough. It's much easier to kill monsters with a better weapon,” he explained.   

“Silver's a nice color.”   

Minimas opened his mouth but no words came out. He sat there for a moment, clearly trying to figure out what to say, and Silver laughed. “What do you want me to say to that!?” Minimas finally responded, flustered. His ears were red with frustration. “That it's ugly?”   

Silver leaned forward, his large dark pupils gleaming in the shadowy room, reflecting the light like mirrors. “You sound like you also prefer the Silver Axe,” he said, grinning.   

“This isn't about aesthetics, you dork. But if you perish, then so be it,” he said the second phrase in his narrator voice, closing his eyes and folding his arms in a haughty pose. “You-”   

“Can I still give the faerie something?”   

“What?” Minimas deflated instantly, like a popped balloon.   

“She's alone down here, too,” Silver explained. “Is there something she'd like? I found a bead necklace in that chest. I don't need it back or anything, right?”   

Minimas massaged his temples. “She's not a person, man she's an NPC. Non-Playable Character. She is just a random chance event that you lucked into and decided to not take advantage of.”    

“Why would I take advantage of being lucky enough to meet someone?”   

“Are you being obtuse on purpose?”   

Silver grinned, “Maybe. It's a valid question though.”   

Minimas considered for a moment. “Alright. So you want to offer up your Lost Necklace? What if it's a quest item?”   

“Well maybe she's the one it belongs to.”   

The lalafell rolled his eyes and balled his fists. “Playing games with a wiseass, over here,” he said to no one in particular through gritted teeth. Silver flashed him another grin. “Ok so you toss the necklace into the spring. Roll.”   

“12.”   

“With your luck modifier that's still just a 12 so…” Minimas thought for a moment. “She returns the beads to you in a chain - all clean and new. She braids them in your hair and thanks you, but she is worried no one will be able to see her under the water. So she thinks it will be better off with you. It has a strength bonus attached with her enchantment.”   

“See? A new Axe really wasn't all that necessary, was it?” he smirked, resting his chin in his palm with a toothy smile.   

“You are incorrigible.”   

“Oooh, big word, little man.”   

Minimas flung himself across the board, tackling his friend. The two rolled themselves up into the nest of blankets that sat on the floor, Silver covering Minimas and sitting on the edges, laughing.    

“Do you yield!?” Silver yelled, feeling self-assured.   

“Why would I?” Minimas shot back, indignant. His voice was muffled under the sheet and Silver laughed, staying put.    

Under the blanket Minimas heaved upward, sending Silver sprawling across the carpet. The miqo'te lay there, trying and failing to catch his breath from laughing, Minimas finally joining him. The lalafell walked over and put a foot on his friend's chest, proudly proclaiming, “And so it was that our poor hero lay defeated at the feet of the Demon King! Never again would this realm see the light of day!”   

“Alright, alright, you got me,” Silver breathed. He lay his arms on the floor and tilted his head to the side with a smile, still panting. His eyes wandered around from his low vantage point and he sighed, turning back to the ceiling. Minimas removed his foot, collapsing onto the carpet next to his friend.    

“Hey Minimas,” Silver asked suddenly, “Have you ever actually seen the sun? Like, not a hologram. The real one.”   

“Nah,” Minimas said. He closed his eyes. “I hear it feels warm. It's always been storming though. So the sun just doesn't get through.”   

“I'd like to go outside the barrier and see it,” Silver said, smiling.   

“You can't look at the sun, moron.”   

“Why not?”   

“It'll burn your eyes outta your skull or something like that.”   

“So you're telling me that there's a shining thing that people can't look at just…up there behind the clouds? Wouldn't that make just looking up dangerous?” Silver mused. “The hologram doesn't hurt my eyes. I could take it,” he joked.   

“I mean I guess so. I don't think I've ever thought about it that hard,” Minimas responded, rolling over onto his belly and propping his head on his arms. “You're kind've asking the wrong guy here.”   

Silver turned his head to look at him. “Let's go find out sometime. Might be nice to go check out Shaaloani. I hear there's some high-up spots you can go to. Look down on the world under you. Like a tall building with a view.” He looked back at the ceiling thoughtfully. “We'd be closer to the sun up there.”   

“I'll go with you this time,” Minimas promised. “I know you don't remember but I didn't join you before and...I regret it. So if you don't mind me tagging along we could go together.”   

Silver sighed. “I'd like that. Together, then.”

Author's Note: Just gonna use today to take a brief breath and enjoy the moment. Tbh maybe it's a bit of a swing but the word ‘deleterious’ is like, this whole story I've been doing lmao But it ties into this in an interesting way. I want to sort've…shine a light on a different kind of harm, here. Specifically the immense harm we can cause through our actions even when our intentions are good and honest and pure. I'm being critical of Chiteni here: there's a whole lot of people who - in his desire to protect them - he himself ended up harming. And however you perceive Silver in this, it's important to understand my WoL hurt himself in a way, too. Because he's going to carry the weight of it. He's a deeply flawed person just like anyone, and it's important to look at the consequences of your actions and take responsibility for them, even if you didn't mean something the way it went down.

I think it's just as easy to see in these happy little moments. Just how much it would hurt.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 16/?

Falling, burning, like a star

Billy's listening to "Trapped under ice" and "Fade to black" by Metallica (album "Ride the lightning" released in 1984)

***

The way February rolls in, it's moody, ill-tempered.

There are strong piercing winds stinging Billy's face, cutting through his jacket, making him shiver with bitter cold. Their dreary howls constantly remind him of how much he wants to escape from this place.

And how much he can't.

Ice rains come together with the gusty winds. They cover everything in an icy crust, and

Tommy wasn't kidding. Black ice that happens, is the worst thing possible.

On a day like that Billy slips and almost falls down the second after leaving the house, then the moment he starts his car and sets it in motion, it begins fucking sliding. Billy's never tried skating, but that's probably how it feels - skating and spinning on a fucking ice-rink. What he's experiencing cannot be identified as driving.

Tommy has been going on about changing tires since November - for winter ones, but Billy didn't listen. He didn't want to spend money on the new tires that he would only need for three months, and there's no point in buying them now with only one winter month left to survive.

He probably should've paid attention to Hagan's words, shouldn't have been so careless about it.

After reeling to school, Billy then almost wipes out on the way to the building. Shit, that would've been embarrassing. Years of surfing and always finding the balance have helped him, but it's a formidable challenge.

Sullen skies that have swallowed all of Hawkins drive Billy up the wall. He needs sunshine, but there isn't a single ray of it.

The low heavy sky, overcast with colourless clouds, weighs down on him, like a coffin lid that's gonna close soon.

The fuck is this weather. When is it gonna finish.

The goddamn frozen land - wherever you look - puts Billy into comatose slumber but sometimes his lethargic state is disturbed, and he's woken up from it only to choke on his own bile.

He's already on edge, but it feels like everything around is pushing him further and further, he no longer has any ground left under his feet, he can hear the stones falling down, the cliff is biting the soles of his shoes. He's just an inch away from going down.

It's supposed to be sunnier in spring.

***

Neil is just perfect at making Billy's mood better. Always bringing that vibrancy in, you know? Shaking the gloom off, keeping him entertained.

This time Billy gets an after-dinner dessert, brought to his room, no less, on a fucking silver platter.

The moment Billy closes the door to his room, it's being thrown open again. Neil storms inside, seizes his son by the scruff of the neck and pulls. Like a naughty little pet who made a mess on the carpet. When Billy was younger Neil often dragged him like that by the ear. He has stopped with the ear, that's good. But Billy's collar, neck, sometimes even hair is still an option.

Billy doesn't even understand why this is happening, he's scrambling to remember what he has done wrong today.

His dad drags him into the kitchen where Susan is putting away what was left after dinner in the fridge.

"Son, say thank you for the food and apologize for your behaviour."

Oh, that. Did Billy not thank Susan?

Crap. That's right, he forgot.

"Neil, honey, please, it's okay, really." Susan is looking at her husband, smiling nervously, hoping to dissolve the tension. She is not looking at Billy.

"Who cooks for the family?"

"Susan." Billy's voice is quiet. He didn't expect any of that

"Does Susan also clean the house?"

"Yes."

Neil is so quick at giving him a little backhanded slap in the side of his head

"Speak up, like a man, not like a damn pansy!"

Billy's raising his voice. Like a man

"Yes, sir."

"Do we provide food for the family?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do we pay for the house? Keep the roof over your head?"

Billy wants to scream. Yes, goddamn it, YES !! you do all these things, for fucks sake

He's taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to collect himself.

"You do, sir."

"That's right. So where is your gratitude, son?"

"Thank you. Sir. Thank you, Susan. The dinner was delicious. I am sorry I forgot to say it right away. It won't happen again."

Billy talks staring down, at the floor. He can't look up at Susan or he'll burst into fucking helpless tears.

Everything that he's been working so hard at .. his muscles, his strength

His badness

All his ideas about taking responsibility for his own life. Being adult.

It all goes to shit every time Neil shows his power.

Billy feels so small

He's almost 18, and he still feels like a little kid who is morbidly, gut-wrenchingly

Afraid of his dad. Whose heart crumbles in the face of his father. He freezes up, paralyzed with fear

What does dad want from him? What does he want ?? It was just once, that he forgot to say the fucking thank you, why does it feel like he's commited a fucking crime??

Why is Billy such a coward? Why is he so scared? Why can't he stand up for himself, fucking once?

He's not strong enough for that.

Who is he trying to fool. Until he's out of here, he'll always be a snotty kid getting slapped around by his dad for every tiniest thing, it'll never change

"Go to your room, you ungrateful bastard. And don't you ever forget to thank those who make your useless life possible."

Billy shuffles back and quietly closes the door.

Susan, how can you love him, don't you see who he is, how can you sleep in the same bed with him

Susan doesn't have a problem with this. Billy is not her son. Billy is nobody to her.

The thing is, he, indeed, forgot this simple routine. Left the table without showing courtesy.

It was all Harrington's fault, of course.

During dinner Billy kept racking his brain over the possibility of it being Steve, slipping the damn note into his pocket.

The whole weekend that follows finding it

Billy is not himself. He's working on the beamer in Old Joe's garage, but everything is falling out of his hands, he literally has to force himself to concentrate on the job.

"Are you okay, kid?"

"Yeah, never better. Thanks, Mr. Dailey."

Get the fuck away from my head, Steve

Why the fuck does this jackass keep throwing him off balance?

Why is Billy so sure it's Harrington who left that note?

He isn't. It can be Jennifer. Or Alison, a pretty junior who they've been exchanging interested looks with for quite a while now.

But I really want it to be him.

Of fucking course Billy doesn't call. He still respects himself that much.

At home, he comes near the phone, stares at it

Itching to dial the number. Almost slapping his own hands away.

He can just call and hang up. Just uh .. to hear the voice on the other end of the line.

Make sure it's Steve.

No, this is stupid.

Billy is dying to pick the receiver up, and feels extra fucking stupid too. Look at him, turning into a pining bitch. His heart sinks when he imagines that he is calling and Harrington answers, says something pretentious like

"Harrington residence."

And Billy's gonna say

"Hey dickhead. Why did you leave your number in my pocket?"

What do you want?

And then Steve will ask him

"You wanna come over?"

No he's not gonna say that. Maybe his parents are home for the weekend. Hargrove has heard it from Tommy that Steve's folks are often away, dad has a business in Indianapolis or something like that.

He'll probably say

"Want to hang out?"

Want to kiss me again?

And Billy will be like

"Why not, dumbass."

He'll smile into the receiver as he will hear Steve's soft

"Alright .. uhm .."

Stop ! The fuck is this? He's having imaginary conversations with Harrington, for real now??

It's like there's this want .. this confusing yearning, the inexplicable hunger, rising from within, spreading all over his insides.

That's new.

Fucking hell in flames.

Calm the fuck down, Billy.

It’s not at all clear who put the note into his pocket. Maybe it’s a chick, maybe it's some kind of a prank, Vicky can be plotting something against him, cause Tina once said she's still heartbroken, it can literally be anyone and anything, but Billy is already drooling over the idea that it's Harrington.

Hargrove, seriously man, you need to chill. Take a step back. Switch gears. Be careful. There's black ice on the road. You need to get back in control. Drive with caution.

Let's fight fire with fire.

On Sunday evening, after driving himself to the point of madness, and after finishing his shift, Billy goes behind the repair shop, takes out the note, puts it in a bucket and flicks the lighter. It burns bright for a second, and Billy kicks the bucket, letting the wind blow away the ash.

***

So Monday is another Ice day. Let's roll, motherfuckers.

When Max jumps into the car to get her spoiled ass driven to school, she bangs the camaro door too loud, and Billy hits the roof.

Grabs her by the hand, squeezes like he wants to break it and tells her in a sweet menacing voice

"Bang it one more time, Maxine, and I'll cut your fingers off. Or will chop off your whole hand, do you hear me?"

And like, okay he can slam the door too. Any time.

Billy loves his baby but he's not gentle with it

But Max shouldn't do it. He drives her around, adjusts his own schedule to fit hers and she fucking slams the door? As a thank you?

Just recently the meaning of gratitude has been explained to Billy, and Max looks as if she's in need of a demonstration as well

The little rat glares at him, hatred in her feral icy blue eyes

"God, you're such an asshole!"

She's on the verge of crying, but she's not gonna. They are similar this way.

She just rubs her wrist pitifully and mutters quietly

"I have no idea why El .. Jane even likes you. You're a total dick."

Billy doesn't give a shit what she's mumbling there. Just stop banging the fucking door, Maxine, be on time, and we'll be alright till summer. After July comes we'll be perfect because we won't ever see each other's faces again.

He turns the car stereo on, inserts the tape.

I don't know how to live through this hell

Max groans, closing her ears

"Oh noooo, turn it off !!"

Frozen soul, frozen down to the core

Break the ice, I can't take anymore

Hargrove cranks the volume to the maximum.

No-one knows, no-one hears what I say

"BILLY !!!"

Cry out, I'm trapped under ice

He shows her the middle finger.

Max pulls the hat down her ears and face, covers her head with the hood of her winter jacket, throws arms over it and slumps in the seat.

Yeah. That's better.

Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free

Cry out, I'm trapped under ice

***

Also on Monday he skips the last class - Español - and smokes pot with Tommy. It's freezing under the bleachers with all the blustery winds whistling around, so they take it to Billy's car. It's a fucking smoke house on wheels, the camaro, shaking from the deep bass

Life it seems, will fade away

Drifting further every day

Windows all fogged up, and the two boys get so stoned, they don't even understand someone's knocking on the windshield to get their attention.

Getting lost within myself

Nothing matters no one else

It's Carol.

"Oh hey baby." Hagan opens the door, a goofy smile spreading over half of his face. "How you been?"

Carol sizes him up and sighs

"I've been fine, Tommy." There's no point in mocking a stoned boyfriend

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

"Jesus, what are you even listening to?"

Billy's turning the music down

"Did Delgado give us shit for not being in class?"

"Nah. Not much."

Tommy is turning to Hargrove who's just sitting there staring at the roof of the camaro

"See, I told you man."

They are both giggling and Tommy is reaching out for a fist bump

"We got away with it. I think we're just lucky."

Carol's rolling her eyes like, you dumb idiots.

"It's not pure luck, Tommy. I told Ms. Delgado you have diarrhea," -

both guys are close to asphyxiation cause they are wheezing

"And Billy had to drive you home cause your car wouldn't start in the morning and you had no chance of driving home yourself. Now get the hell away from the parking lot before she sees you two."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hagan wipes off the tears and gets out of the Camaro.

"Also, I don't think she's gonna go after you, Billy. You aced the last test."

Tommy is looking at her with a question in his eyes

"You didn't, baby."

When Hagan drapes himself over his girlfriend and they walk away in the direction of Tommy's ford, Max materializes near the passenger's door.

"Billy, open the windows! It stinks! I'm underage, I can't be breathing this smoke!"

Stop fucking pestering, Maxine.

"You can't drive when you're stoned. I don't want to die because you're a drug addict."

Tough luck, Maxine.

"Are you gonna say something?"

First, enough with the damn yapping. It's the gremlin's annoying mouth just going yap yap yap yap

Jeeesus.

Also.

He kinda wants to really say something to her to make it a bit better between them after he so violently grabbed her wrist in the morning. But then it's like fuck no.

Max throws her hands up in a desperate cry out to dull leaden heavens to ask for .. what? To pierce Billy with a lightning bolt?

And drops onto the seat.

Billy suddenly wonders if he's gonna miss his dad when he gets out of here. After all, it's his only family. Maybe there will come a time when Billy's gonna call Neil for Christmas.

Weed makes you think weird things, huh

***

These days Billy gets another disturbing dream about his mother. They never even happened so often any more. He almost stopped having them during the last year when he was still in California, but here the wound seems to have started bleeding again.

It's perplexing too, cause it's not like Billy started thinking about his mother more. He's made peace with his situation, if you can ever make peace with something like that. All the tears are left in childhood. All the pain has dulled itself.

Billy is six or seven, a little happy boy, he can feel happiness living inside him

He is running on the beach after his mom, they are playing catch, that's what they are doing, right? But it's the same like with the dream where he was trying to reach her in the cold ocean,

He's running and chasing her till he can't anymore, but no matter how hard he tries, he's not able to catch up with her. She then vanishes out of sight completely and Billy is left standing on the shore all alone. He can hear his heart breaking, like shattered glass, like a little explosion within. He presses his hands close to his chest trying to hold his heart together. It hurts, everything hurts, and when he looks down at his hands, they are covered in bright red blood. He can still hear the sound of glass being crushed when he opens his eyes in the middle of the night.

Billy involuntarily touches his chest.

Everything is fine. He turns the bedside lamp on, looks at his hands. Of course, there is no blood.

It's just a bad dream. It's okay.

The happiness is gone, but at least his heart beats like it usually does.

***

***

Steve's watching Nancy smile at Jonathan. They are standing near her locker, talking about something, Byers' hand cupping her elbow.

It's not jealousy, no. King Steve and princess Nancy, they weren't meant to be. End of the fairy tale.

He doesn't have a problem with it anymore. Their story wrote itself and came to an end.

It's more like emptiness.

Nancy seems happy with her new boyfriend. Shared trauma and everything. Harrington wonders, who's gonna share his frigging trauma?

Steve's feeling good, all things considered. He has come round a new mind set to follow - if the world is close to ending he might as well enjoy his every day and not turn himself into a paranoid crybaby, hiding in the corner of his room.

Every morning he rises and spends not less than an hour on making himself shine. He looks extra good, he's stopped brooding.

Steve Harrington is a total catch, nothing has changed that, and the senior year still means that he has the right to have fun. In fact, it's written in the constitution. Pursuit of happiness, or something.

On Saturday evening Steve does what he's been meaning to do for weeks now - he takes Nicole out on a date. Steve's without the car temporarily but that's what friends are for - Tommy lends him the ford. They go to a diner and kiss for half an hour in the backseat of Hagan's Lovemobil, as Tommy called it before handing the keys over to Harrington.

Steve is excited and super horny, and his cock definitely wants to go all the way, Nicole doesn't seem to mind, but his parents are at home, and it's not very comfortable in the Lovemobil, after all.

So they take a raincheck. It's even better this way, Steve has always preferred to prolong the feeling of chase.

Hargrove doesn't call at the weekend.

Of course it was Harrington who slipped the sheet of paper with his phone number in Billy's jacket pocket. Duh.The dude left it on the bench in the locker room, while he was soaping up his ass in the showers, and Steve acted on impulse.

After the date when Steve's back home, he asks his mom

"Hey, did anyone call me while I was out?"

"Yes, honey."

Oh my god, really? He actually called ??

Californian badboy took the bait, he is hooked

"It was uh .. Mr. Dailey? From the car repair shop?"

Oh.

Oh okay.

"Did he leave a message?"

"Yes, he said they had a delivery today in the morning. Your new windshield has arrived."

"Great! It means I'm going to get my car back soon! Yesss! Thanks, mom."

On Monday morning his parents are leaving for Indianapolis, and Steve's sort of glad they are.

He throws a small private party on Tuesday, for close friends only - Tommy, Carol and Nicole.

While Tommy is like

"Let's invite Hargrove, yeah?"

Steve is not psyched about the idea

"I was thinking, it's only couples this time, Tommy. I've got plans."

Hagan winks at him in understanding and lets it go, although he really likes it when Billy is around.

The party turns out great. Just what the doctor ordered. Nicole lied to her parents that she's having a sleepover at Carol's, so they have all night.

***

Once again, Hawkins high has something new to chew on.

Steve Harrington finally got over the painful breakup with Nancy Wheeler who's full on dating Jonathan Byers now.

He's free and on the market again .. or .. wait a second? Is that Nicole Anderson who King Steve is kissing on the way to school on Thursday morning?

Uh-oh, ladies, looks like one of the most popular guys at Hawkins High is taken again. Unless, it's nothing serious? Stay tuned to find out!

So it's Thursday, and something else happens in the parking lot, something that is not for everyone to see.

It's only a couple of minutes before the first period, most people are already inside the school, and there are only a few students left, in a hurry to get to class. Nobody wants a tardy.

Steve's walking with Nicole towards the entrance, right arm thrown over her shoulder, new lovebirds alright, and he's turning his head, spotting Hargrove smoking near the camaro, watching them like a hawk. The guy's puffing as if he's mad at the cigarette.

Why didn't he call?

Harrington's not gonna lie, such indifference has wounded his pride a bit. Maybe Hargrove needs a little incentive. Maybe he didn't understand it was a note from Steve.

He double checks that no-one's around to accidentally catch sight of what he's about to do.

The parking lot is clear.

Harrington's deep hazel meets Hargrove's changeable blue, and they hold the gaze. Steve brings his left hand to his face and makes the "phone" gesture with it, mouthing "call me" and smiling.

Fucking smiling. Fleeting, lustful. Like a personal invitation.

Like the fucking asshole that he is.

Billy can't believe what he's seeing. The cigarette stub burns his fingers.

Is Harrington for real ??

So it was him, whose phone number Billy slapped himself from dialing. Hargrove's sixth sense didn't let him down.

Fucking "call me"? In broad daylight?

The rich brat is completely off the rails. What if someone else sees it? He's hugging a girl, for fuck's sake!

Billy has heard the rumours. He knows that Nicole stayed overnight at the king's castle from Tuesday to Wednesday. Maybe it's gonna turn into a regular thing. By the looks of it, it might, and there's a sour taste spreading in Hargrove's mouth.

He doesn't wait long to start fighting the black snake coiling in his chest.

Jennifer's face lights up when he catches her by her locker before the second period

"Hey, sweetheart."

Billy leans on the nearby locker and looks at the girl like he's head over heels in love with her. He hates doing it to her, but he also needs it for his own sanity.

They go out to a pizza place on Saturday evening, Jennifer is sparkling with joy, she's been waiting for it for ages, apparently. The pleasant evening leads to kissing in the camaro, and Billy's letting the girl believe they are at the start of something wonderful.

He doesn't forget to ask for her phone number.

On Monday the whole situation gets a bit ugly, cause Vicky who, in all likelihood, still hasn't recovered from their breakup with Billy - it wasn't a breakup, they just stopped seeing each other -

Intercepts Jennifer on her way to the table where Billy's sitting waiting and

Oopsie, Hargrove's new girl's tray goes flying up and while her lunch is on the floor, the cola is all over her fluffly white sweater

"You skanky bitch! You think you can get away with stealing someone else's guy like that?"

Jennifer turns out to be no coward and gets her sharp claws in Vicky's frizzy hair

"He was never yours, you stupid cow!"

Fucking shit. Billy's springing up to his feet, trying to hold Jennifer back and thinks he might be done with girls altogether.

Of course, teachers interfere and both screaming guilty parties get taken to the principal's office.

Tommy watches Hargrove in awe. No girl has ever fought over him like that.

Even Harrington's lips are parted in amusement like he's watching a very entertaining performance.

***

For the record, Hargrove wasn't only busy breaking girls' hearts these days. He's also been working like crazy on Harrington's beamer. Billy promised him a week and a half, two at most.

On the same Monday during one of the breaks between classes, when Steve is hugging his new fucking girlfriend near the science lab, Billy comes up to him

"The car is ready, Harrington."

He hates the name.

"Come pick it up."

Steve's smile blinds Billy, stuns him. For a couple of seconds he can't see anything around him.

"That's awesome, man! I'll come by after school, yeah? Can't wait to get it back!"

He kisses Nicole on the cheek

And it's like. A fucking dagger in Billy's throat

He hates, hates, hates him so much.

***

In the afternoon Steve and Tommy arrive for the beamer.

Harrington looks like a little boy opening a Christmas present he's found under the tree. Billy can see, he's happy with the result of - mostly - his work.

There's some .. intangible tension in the air. Like .. the two boys want to say something to each other, more than what they are actually saying, but Tommy is there, and unspoken words electrify the air around.

Tommy could totally get into his ford and drive away. He's not catching on.

Steve settles business with Mr. Dailey and leaves some extra money. A tip for Hargrove.

Billy's eyes follow Harrington getting in the beamer, the asshole waves his hand at him. He's over the moon, it's obvious. Who wouldn't be, Billy's done a terrific job.

Hargrove doesn't want a tip, what he wants is to jump in the car with Steve, ride shotgun, watch his movements while he's driving, his hands on the steering wheel, and one on the gearshift

Does he look confident when he's on the road, does he look different

Even prettier, even hotter than he is

A generous fucking tip, actually. It burns his hand, the 100-dollar bill.

Fucking rich people. Billy deserves it, and more. He took care of every fucking inch of that beamer, it looks brand new now. So why does he want to shove this money deep into Harrington's preppy ass? Why does he feel uneasy accepting it?

Billy doesn't put it with the rest of his stash at home. He puts it in the glove compartment instead,

And curses the unceasing inner turmoil that's been fraying his entire being.

***

They are sitting at different tables in the lunch hall. Billy is surrounded by people, his hand is on Jennifer's shoulder. They are smiling and laughing and, except for Vicky's agonising gaze across the hall, everything is good.

Harrington is with his usual company, hand around Nicole's waist. They are talking about some unimportant stuff, and yeah

Life is nice and easy.

Not a single soul notices

All the side glances, thrown casually

An invisible thread, thin as a cobweb

Connecting them, so fragile, so easy to be torn.

They are nobody to each other.

They've put lips on lips three times

Each one for his own reasons.

If you ask Harrington, he'll say he was - probably still is - looking for distraction and generally can't be held accountable for anything these days. Aside from the usual problems every senior student has to face, he went through a rather earth-shattering breakup and, also, on top of that, learnt that monsters are real.

Steve would honestly just say "monster" as an excuse for anything now

"Mr. Harrington, why haven't you done your project assignment? It was due yesterday."

"You should've seen the monster, Ms. Babcock. Massive. Terrifying. Can you push the deadline for me a bit?"

"Steve, honey, why didn't you unload the dishwasher? I asked you to give me a hand?"

"The monster, mom. Can we install bullet proof everything in the house, I actually think it might help me sleep better at night?"

"Harrington! Why the fuck did you suck face with Hargrove for the third time? You gay, or what?"

"Tommy, my brother. Gay or no gay, it makes no difference for the monster. You should've seen the thing."

Too bad he can't talk about it with anyone. The creature, and the kisses.

Obviously, no living soul should know about the kisses, all three of them.

It seems as if Steve has so many secrets these days.

***

If Billy was the one to open up, it would be something like

It's only to make the year more bearable and

I have this need sometimes and

Did you know that about Billy Hargrove -

I always do what I want, no-one's the boss of me.

But, honestly, Billy doesn't quite know anymore. The excuse to make the time go faster in this shithole sounds especially weak.

Something else is happening, and Hargrove doesn't like it.

He might be kissing a new girl, but Harrington is always on his mind.

In classes, depending on who is sitting behind

The gaze of that boy every once in a while lingers on the broad back of the other.

Eyes quickly averted to find another object to look at.

They are both so young

Both so clueless

Of fate, having set certain tiny gears, cogs and wheels in motion

And of how the future might unfold.

***

***

Billy's eyes are closing, his lids are heavy, heavy with exhaustion. It's a seesaw, just like on a kids playground. Billy's down, feet touching the ground, and he's trying to talk some sense into his own self.

Realistically, nothing can come out of it, right?

Realistically, Billy doesn't need it.

Realistically, Harrington is just a capricious bitch. He kissed Hargrove on a whim cause he was going through stuff with his ex-girlfriend. It's not gonna go any further than than. Maybe Steve's still in love with Wheeler, and that's just part of his game while he's trying to win her back.

Billy is a rational person.

When the night comes, before falling asleep Billy replays the finishing day in his head, recalling its various moments. What Harrington was wearing, how he smiled, how he took a drag of a cigarette, standing near his shiny BMW, how he answered some stupid shit in Literature class and sneakily pulled out a cheat sheet during the test in History, how he again jerked his long hairy legs in front of Billy's nose during basketball practice.

Billy also wants to smoke with Harrington and chat about something. Tell him how he took his time levelling out the dents on Steve's car, how carefully he was spraying the paint, almost lovingly, making sure everything looks great, impeccable. How glad Billy was when the windshield was delivered on time, as it had been planned.

Hargrove even kisses Jennifer while hugging her in the lunch hall, only for Harrington to see, to make him look his way.

Pay fucking attention. It's not like you mean anything to me. Are you jealous, pretty boy?

Cause I'm not.

Everything is fine with Jennifer, she’s a nice-looking girl, with her full lips and soft bouncy tits. She sometimes talks too much, some bullshit Billy's not even listening to half the time, and again, just like Vicky, she loves discussing prom, what the fuck is wrong with chicks going insane over stupid prom, all these conversations make Billy sick and tired.

That's okay cause he couldn't care less.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with Jennifer, but for some reason Billy's dick doesn't get as hard for her as it does for King fucking Harrington.

Billy really wants to punch him in his beautiful face.

Why does the asshole have to be so beautiful.

Billy has seen more handsome guys in California, but he's never found anyone's face so beguilingly attractive.

Then grab him bullyingly by his stupid polo or his expensive fucking cashmere sweater and drag him into an empty room, a lab or the janitor's closet, rough him up a little, push, squeeze

And kiss him to death.

Tug him closer by the waistband of his pants. Unbuckle the belt. Unbutton. Unzip. Pull the pants down a little to make space for his movements. Slide the hand in Steve's underwear, into the heat.

Put his hand on his dick and make him cum in his boxer briefs

Watch how he closes his eyes during orgasm, how his Adam’s apple dances and twitches under the skin, the tender skin of his neck, smooth like velvet, thin like silk when he moans quietly and trembles under Billy’s hands,

Listen to the sounds escaping his pretty lips, kissing them, kissing them, kissing them

The seesaw soars up, Billy's heart drops, and all sensible thoughts go to hell.

There is nothing rational about him thinking about Harrington. There is no point.

And yet,

Billy is hard again.

He knows the drill.

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Tennis Necklace Guide: Style, Care & Buying Tips

When it comes to jewelry that effortlessly combines sophistication with versatility, the Tennis Necklace reigns supreme. Known for its seamless row of sparkling gemstones, this piece has graced red carpets, bridal aisles, and everyday wardrobes with equal aplomb. But what exactly makes a Tennis Necklace special, and how can you make the most of its dazzling appeal? In this guide, we’ll dive into its history, styling secrets, and care tips—plus why it’s a must-have for jewelry lovers. Let’s get started!

What Is a Tennis Necklace? A Brief History and Definition

You’ve likely heard the term “tennis bracelet,” but its necklace counterpart is just as iconic—and shares the same quirky origin story. The name dates back to the 1987 U.S. Open, where tennis star Chris Evert famously lost her diamond bracelet mid-match. As she paused the game to search for it, she dubbed the piece her “tennis bracelet,” sparking a trend. The necklace variation emerged soon after, featuring the same continuous line of stones but designed to adorn the neckline.

A Tennis Necklace is defined by its symmetrical, single-row setting of gemstones (traditionally diamonds, though cubic zirconia and other stones are common today). Unlike chunkier statement necklaces, its delicate yet impactful design wraps around the neck like a “river of light,” offering understated glamour that works for any occasion.

Key Features:

Continuous Stones: Gems are set closely together, creating a seamless, radiant sparkle that enhances brilliance from every angle.

Secure Clasp: A sturdy lobster or spring-ring clasp ensures a secure fit, with some designs featuring an extra safety latch for added security.

Flexible Lengths: Available in 16"-20" sizes, offering versatility for layering or standalone wear, with some styles featuring adjustable links for a custom fit.

Whether you opt for classic diamonds or affordable cubic zirconia, the Tennis Necklace is a modern heirloom in the making.

Why Choose a Tennis Necklace? Versatility Meets Luxury

The Tennis Necklace isn’t just about sparkle—it’s a timeless piece that enhances any look with effortless elegance. Whether dressing up or keeping it casual, its versatility makes it a must-have. Here’s why it deserves a spot in your jewelry collection:

1. TimelessnessThink of it as the jewelry equivalent of a little black dress. Its clean, minimalist design never goes out of style, making it a wise investment. Whether you’re wearing a power suit or a sundress, it adds polish without overpowering your look.

2. Day-to-Night FlexibilityThis piece effortlessly transitions from casual to formal. Pair it with a crisp button-down for a professional yet feminine touch, layer it over a turtleneck and jeans for coffee-run chic, or let it shine solo with an off-the-shoulder gown or sleek jumpsuit for black-tie events.

3. Customization OptionsTennis Necklaces come in a variety of metals, including white gold, yellow gold, rose gold, and sterling silver. You can choose between lab-grown diamonds for an ethical, budget-friendly option, colored gemstones like sapphires or emeralds for a pop of personality, or mixed-metal designs for a contemporary edge. No matter your style, there’s a Tennis Necklace to match.

How to Style a Tennis Necklace: Tips for Every Occasion

The beauty of a Tennis Necklace lies in its adaptability—it effortlessly enhances any outfit. Whether you prefer a casual, elegant, or layered look, this versatile piece complements your style. Here’s how to wear it like a pro:

Casual LooksKeep it laid-back by pairing your necklace with everyday staples. Let the stones frame your collarbone with a scoop-neck tee, or contrast its elegance with a denim jacket. For a layered effect, add a delicate pendant necklace (14"-16") to create a stacked look.

Formal EventsFor weddings, galas, or date nights, let the necklace complement your outfit. A V-neck gown enhances its elongating effect, while an open-back dress allows for a surprise sparkle. Sweep your hair into a low bun or ponytail to keep the focus on its brilliance.

Mixing and MatchingLayering enhances the Tennis Necklace’s charm. Pair it with a choker for added depth, keep earrings simple with studs or hoops, and match it with a tennis bracelet for a coordinated set. Avoid busy patterns or high necklines that may clash with its sleek design.

Pro Tip: Avoid busy patterns or high necklines—they can clash with the necklace’s linear design.

Caring for Your Tennis Necklace: Keep It Sparkling Forever

A Tennis Necklace is more than just a beautiful accessory—it’s a lasting investment that deserves proper care. With the right maintenance, it will retain its brilliance for years to come. Follow these steps to keep it looking flawless:

Cleaning Basics

For at-home care, soak it in warm water with mild dish soap for 10 minutes, then gently scrub with a soft toothbrush. Rinse and pat dry. Use a microfiber cloth to buff away fingerprints after each wear.

Storage Solutions

Store it in a fabric-lined box or pouch to prevent scratches. Keep it away from humid areas like bathrooms or pools to avoid tarnishing

Professional Check-UpsVisit a jeweler annually to tighten loose prongs, inspect the clasp, and re-plate gold finishes if needed.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Remove before sleeping or showering to prevent snags. Avoid spraying perfume directly on the stones to keep their shine intact.

Final Thoughts

The Tennis Necklace is more than just jewelry—it’s a statement of elegance, versatility, and timeless sophistication. Its sleek, continuous line of sparkling stones adds effortless charm to any look, from casual outings to formal events. Whether layered for a modern touch or worn alone for classic appeal, this piece seamlessly adapts to your style. Perfect for a gala, office wear, or weekend brunch, its radiant simplicity ensures you’ll always feel polished.

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Spring Cleaning, 10 Handy Tips

The annual Spring Clean is, like many traditions, on the wane but if you are in the mood to throw those windows open and give everything the once over, here are a few handy tips that might make it easier…

Use the label on fitted sheets.

If you’ve ever struggled putting the fitted sheet on your mattress, listen up: Thanks to Reddit user Nolapatrona, we learned the corner with the tag always goes on the bottom right side of your mattress. Genius.

Polish copper with ketchup.

If your copper item is looking tarnished, squirt some ketchup on a rag, then sprinkle salt on top. Rub the mixture on your item and repeat until you’ve covered every inch of the surface. Rinse it off and your item will be as shiny as ever. Watch and see how it’s done here.

Restore white trainers with baking soda.

One of Twitter user @sarahtraceyy‘s tweets went viral this year because it showed the astounding before-and-after pictures of her white Converse shoes. Even better: All it took was a little baking soda and laundry detergent.

Use foil as a scrub brush.

When in a pinch, you can use foil to help you around the house for much more than food storage. Here, it’s balled up and being used as a dish scrubber, but it can also polish silver, protect pie crust from being burnt.

Clean brass with ketchup, vinegar, or lemon.

When you have company coming over last minute, brass is one of the easiest metals to polish with what you already have on-hand. All three of these pantry staples will do the trick. Don’t believe us? Watch and see for yourself.

Flip your wine glasses.

Most people have strong preferences if their glasses face up or down, but we say do both. This trick will help you fit way more glasses on your shelf, since they can nestle more closely together.

Dish Soap + Vinegar

Add three drops of dish soap to a bowl of vinegar to attract those annoying flies in your home that are impossible to get rid of. The detergent will cut surface tension, so the flies will sink and drown. Just toss the cup once your home is fruit fly-free.

Clean Your Shower Head Overnight With White Vinegar.

Fill a sandwich bag with white vinegar and place your shower head in the solution overnight. In the morning you should have a dirt and grime free shower head.

Clean Your Blinds By Using Kitchen Tongs Wrapped In Microfiber Cloth.

Is your feather duster not doing it for you anymore? Use tongs wrapped in microfiber cloth to rid your blinds of dust and dirt.

Squeegee Hair Picker Upper

A new use for an old item! Turns out your squeegee has a brilliant use other than getting your windows squeaky clean. Use one as a quick and easy way to wipe pet hair off of your carpets and rugs.

Original content: https://www.robertleech.com/spring-cleaning-10-handy-tips/

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Rug Cleaning Silver Spring: Extend the Life of Your Rugs

To extend your rugs' life in Silver Spring, prioritize regular maintenance. Start with frequent vacuuming to prevent fiber wear, and use DIY cleaning techniques like vinegar and baking soda for stubborn stains. Opt for eco-friendly cleaning products to keep your home safe. Rotate rugs occasionally and act swiftly on spills to avoid permanent damage. Consider professional cleaning to tackle deep-seated dirt. Explore more to discover effective ways to protect your investment.

Understanding the Importance of Regular Rug Maintenance

Regular rug maintenance is vital if you want to preserve the beauty and longevity of your rugs. Imagine the warmth and comfort your rugs bring to your home, whispering stories of cherished moments shared on them. To keep these memories alive, establish a maintenance schedule. Vacuum regularly to prevent dirt buildup that can wear down fibers. Rotate them periodically to guarantee even wear, protecting those precious patterns you adore. Don't overlook professional cleaning; it's an important step in maintaining rug longevity. By investing time and care, you'll make certain your rugs continue to be a comforting presence in your life.

DIY Rug Cleaning Techniques for Homeowners

When it comes to keeping your rugs clean and fresh, you don't always need to call in the professionals. Embrace the art of DIY with some homemade solutions that work wonders. For stubborn stains, a simple mixture of vinegar and baking soda can be your best friend. Gently blot the stain, apply the solution, and let it fizz away the grime. For regular maintenance, a sprinkle of baking soda before vacuuming can absorb odors and refresh your rug. Remember, you're not just cleaning; you're extending the life of your beloved rugs with a personal touch only you can give.

Choosing the Right Cleaning Products for Your Rugs

How do you know which cleaning products are safe and effective for your rugs? Start by exploring eco friendly cleaners that gently care for your beloved textiles while keeping harmful chemicals at bay. You want to protect not just your rugs, but also your home's air quality and your family's health. Look for labels promising biodegradable ingredients and non-toxic formulas. When it comes to stain removal, opt for products specifically designed for your rug's material, ensuring deep cleaning without damage. Remember, choosing the right cleaner is a small step towards a fresher, longer-lasting rug, creating a cozy sanctuary for you.

Benefits of Professional Rug Cleaning Services in Silver Spring

While choosing the right cleaning products is important, sometimes it's best to leave the job to the experts. Professional rug cleaning services in Silver Spring guarantee your rugs receive the care they deserve. With their advanced cleaning techniques, they can effectively remove deep-seated dirt and allergens without damaging fibers. You'll notice an immediate improvement in appearance and freshness, which ultimately contributes to rug longevity. Trusting professionals means you're giving your rugs the best chance to thrive year after year. They understand the delicate balance of cleaning and preservation, guaranteeing that your cherished rugs remain beautiful and vibrant for years to come.

Tips for Preventing Dirt and Damage to Your Rugs

Even with professional cleaning, it's important to take steps to prevent dirt and damage to your rugs. You can extend their life by being mindful of a few key strategies.

- **Rug placement**: Place rugs away from high-traffic areas to reduce wear and tear. Choose spots where they won't constantly be underfoot.

- **Stain prevention**: Act quickly when spills happen. Keep a stain remover handy for immediate treatment, preventing permanent marks.

- **Regular maintenance**: Vacuum regularly to keep dirt from settling in, and occasionally rotate your rugs to promote even exposure to light and foot traffic.

These simple practices will keep your rugs looking their best.

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Cleaning Services Domestic

Cleaning Services Domestic are a great way to free up your time, so you can focus on what matters most. These services come in and help you with the dreaded household chores that you never seem to get around to. They can be hired on a one-off basis or as part of a regular subscription, depending on your needs.

There are many different types of home cleaning services that can be provided, but the most common is regular house cleaning. This usually involves the cleaners visiting your property once or twice a week to clean your living spaces, including bathrooms and kitchens. They will wipe down surfaces, empty bins, vacuum carpeting and make beds, among other tasks. A good regular cleaning session should leave your house looking spotless and smelling fresh.

Deep cleaning is another service that can be provided by a professional cleaning company. This is usually done on a larger scale than regular house cleaning, and involves the cleaners treating more difficult areas like ovens and carpets. It can also include extra tasks, such as polishing silver and other ornaments. It is a more extensive job than a normal house clean, so the cost will be higher.

These types of services are often offered by cleaning companies to their clients as a one-off. They can be booked as required, such as before a special event or as a spring clean. The aim is to clean the whole property, including hard-to-reach areas and areas that are rarely seen, such as behind cupboards or in the basement. A deep clean will leave the entire property squeaky-clean and ready for guests or new residents.

A lot of people find the idea of hiring a Cleaning Services Domestic to be daunting. However, there are many benefits of doing so. Not only does it free up your time, but it can also save you money in the long run. This is because you won’t need to spend money on cleaning products and supplies that you would otherwise have needed to buy yourself.

If you are unsure about which type of cleaning service to choose, it is best to ask for quotes from several different providers. This will give you a good idea of what the price range is, and it can help you to decide which option is best for your needs. You should also look for a cleaning service that offers guaranteed quality, which will ensure that the work is completed to your satisfaction.

Hiring a professional cleaning company is a great way to save time and energy while keeping your home or business looking its best. This will allow you to devote more time to important tasks, such as growing your business or focusing on your family. It can also free up your time so that you can pursue hobbies or relax in a clean, stress-free environment.

At Eco Quick Professional Cleaning Services, our mission is to provide superior customer service by delivering quality cleaning services in a safe and efficient manner, while protecting the environment around us.

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For highest quality of cleaning service, you can book Eagle Duct Cleaning, which helps maintain the hygiene of a place professionally. There are wide range of services that help customers keep their environment healthy. Being a dedicated service, Eagle Duct Cleaning uses highest standards of cleaning techniques that efficiently clean anything that is required. Cleaning is required for every property, be it home, store, restaurant, clinic, school, etc. Maintaining cleanliness is the first priority of the company, so you can relax to get the best quality of cleaning and sanitization service at the best rate. The cleaners are trained to offer cleaning that fits the needs of customers.

Eagle Duct Cleaning understands that in this busy schedule, finding time to deep clean your property is difficult, which is why the company designs cleaning services that rightly fits client’s requirements. Proper cleaning will help reduce growth of bacteria, dust, dirt, and allergens, thereby making spaces hygienic to peacefully live and work in. Don't worry, there is Eagle Duct Cleaning to promote well-being by offering expert cleaning services. The technicians are very diligent, ensuring use of updated cleaning equipment efficiently. Clean spaces keep everything organised, thereby making living healthy. So, what are you waiting for? Call the experts to offer the right cleaning and sanitization service.

Cleaning and sanitization are important to

Promote healthy environment by reducing risks of illness that are caused because of dust and dirt

Prevention of the diseases that occur due to unclean surroundings

Reduce allergies that occur due to dust, dirt, etc.

To improve the productivity by maintaining clean, organized spaces

To keep the spaces visually attractive by maintaining neatness of homes, offices, restaurants, shops, schools, etc.

Cleaning and Sanitizing Services Maryland: Thus, hiring professionals for cleaning and sanitization would offer you the highest quality service. Eagle Duct Cleaning is dedicated to offering the best cleaned space to its customers.

Browse services offered to schedule a cleaning that fits your requirements. The company offers air duct cleaning, carpet cleaning, dryer vent cleaning, disinfectant cleaning, furnace cleaning, and upholstery cleaning. So, what are you waiting for? Schedule a cleaning service quickly to maintain hygiene for you and your loved ones. Relax, as the company has all the modernized equipment to sanitise your property deeply, giving you peace of mind.

For queries regarding the cleaning services offered, call the dedicated staff, who are available to help! Get the best cleaning and sanitization service at the best rate.

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Jasmine Jolene may be Ryan's favourite girl; Rapture's up and coming, shiniest young starlet ( fit to grace a stage and the silver screen of cinemas everywhere and nowhere ), but looking at her now, the good lady decides that Jasmine is a terrible liar. Lips purse, taking a drag of cigarette as she regards her — she feels like a priest come confessional; Tell me, child, how have you sinned? As if Five Hail Marys will wash this slate clean, as if anything short of divine intervention will take this burden from Jasmine's shoulders. It's not the holy ghost that leaves her when she exhales; doesn't feel like it, either ( feels like salt water stained tobacco and an edge that has never left her since she arrived, whenever that was ); and she turns to face her, watching how she moves, how she paces — how she never stands still. " Such a fuss over a simple dress. " Comes the dry observation; flicking ash to the threadbare carpet; and she sinks into the loveseat. The springs squeak, the wood creaks — so much for what Ryan could offer to his favourite girl. It fills her with such hatred, such disgust. She should be above hate. She should be above disgust. God would set this right, she thinks. God will see one man's greed and send the flood; and we will all be washed away in it. It would be a fitting end, a quick one, too — swift, where the rest of the city chokes under Ryan's guiding hand, under the great chain he claims all belong to. It is not so much a chain as it is a noose — and get rid of Ryan, well; another would take his place; some many headed Hydra they have no chance of escaping.

But that, perhaps, is neither here, nor there; and she has no desire to burden Jasmine with her own political beliefs; not now, at least. Another sermon she'd never asked to hear. All right, the Good Lady will listen, for once. " Are you certain it is just a dress that weighs so heavily upon you? " She nudges, prods; a not so subtle attempt to see just what is upon the mind of her friend ( and that, well — she can scarcely believe she has a friend here ); an offer to listen; and sit in silent ( and slightly obvious ) judgment. " You can tell me. " Another drag on her cigarette, ankles crossing as she raises a brow, expectant. " Is it him, again? Has he said something? "

The complimentary words earned a widening smile, the genuine quirk of her lips that habitually came, even if it was as brief as the flash of a bulb. Dread lingered over her upcoming encounter with the big man of Rapture; her man, she tried to remind herself. He promised her so many things, said so many nice things alone in the privacy of her dressing room, the shadowy places where he'd lean close and whisper her heart's wildest desires. Sure, tension came, distance grew; the disconnect between them had always been there, yet it was she who wouldn't - couldn't - see it, hear the tone, understand the inflection, the roaming eye, whatever kept his favorite close, always there to fit his whim.

She wanted this, wanted him. Because, otherwise, what would she be left with? She came here to be with him, believed it was possible to finally, finally earn his total devotion. If she only held out a bit longer, tried a bit harder, smiled larger, laughed and shined and said the right things, then she would have what she wanted: to become Cohen's leading lady, become Ryan's wife. She just had to try harder, be better, do more, whatever it took to finally get what she convinced herself she wanted, needed.

She looked to Amelia and saw the portraits of the Holy Mother from the humble, country church in her youth. Strange how often the image came to her, gazing at the elegant, pristine woman, the one who reminded her of hushed prayers in whitewashed chapels, fluttering pages of the bible on quiet mornings. A memory came and went; she replaced it with the gnawing dread of finding a dress that would achieve the impossible for her.

" Oh, yes, I know. I've looked and looked, yet nothing I've got really does it. Maybe something in the shops will work. . . " She doesn't answer the question, doesn't admit it's all to distract herself, move, speak, push the dark away, focus on a task, a dress to end all dresses, like the impossible dresses from fairytales. Maybe she'd be lucky this time around.

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What You Want to Know About Carpet Cleaning Companies

Carpet Cleaning Silver Spring, can give you a lot of problem. There are times when you just don't feel like doing all this hard work. But there is a simple answer; you can ask the particular companies to do that for you. Now you can relax and let them clean the carpets in the most specialized way.

 If you want the best from your carpet cleaning company, you should know some things about what they do. And what is the easiest method to find out what they are really about? Ask them some questions.

 We will give some of the most imperative things you have to find out from them in order to get a well done job.

 The initial thing that would come into everyone's mind is regarded to the technique they use.

 There are many methods that companies use, so you'll need to find out which one of them they utilize. Think about what kind of technique will suit you best.

 One of the techniques used these days with a high competence is the one based one hot water with high pressure. This way, the water gets out all the dirt from the carpet by sucking it. The drying time takes numerous hours.

 Another question that really makes the dissimilarity is the money.

 You have some money put aside for this service, but what will you do if they ask for more? Low prices aren't always the finest alternative; they may be low for a reason that is not suitable for you.

 My recommendation would be to not go for the cheapest company. They will probably provide a service that will not please you and your money will go to waste.

 Extra money sometime means extra quality.

 Another big problem that needs to be clarified regards the period of time in which they offer their services.

 Experience is a very important factor. Knowledgeable staff will know exactly what to do in order to get your carpet cleaned in a short time, those who have no experience or few experience might do some mistakes or might take a longer time to get the work done.

 Certifications are really imperative when you want to call a particular service. This thing shows that they are cautious with the clients and that they care about the image that they have. It is a signal of professionalism.

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Could I request a Thranduil x Reader with "You haven't laughed in a long time, and I guess i was staring because I forgot what that sounded like." Please and Thank you 💕

I hope you like this @blueberryrock ! thank you SO much for requesting and feel free to send in any more that you have! :)

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Autumn - Thranduil x gn! Reader romantic fluff & slight angst

I’m sorry if its too waffly but i wanted to write something pretty! 

Thranduil x reader relationship - slight angst and romance :)

- Golden: part 2 is coming soon, so pls keep your eye out for that and my other works! ;)

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Pillars of sunlight poured through the rose gold billows of foamy clouds. Mirkwood finally glowed. A homely warmth seeped into my skin, embracing me tenderly. Emerging from the skeletal woods was a lean figure wreathed in shadows. I held out my hand, beckoning him to join me in the glistening light. In the crisp wake of autumn, life is reborn. He tentatively inched closer, like a newborn fawn in spring. Autumn trees wept their russet tears, creating an ornate carpet that his royal robes rippled over. Our hands swam the space between us and folding over each other gently like a pair of wings settling after flight. I looked up at him, my king. His eyes were soft, like ashes after a fire.

"Nin Meleth," he whispered earnestly, his voice soft and dusted with love. The final caress of sunlight shimmered in his silver hair and twinkled in his eyes.

"My love," I replied, a soft pledge. He pressed a kiss on my rose petal lips, and at his passionate touch, I blossomed like a flower, our love electrifying in the air. As he gently pulled away, a furious rosy blush bloomed on my cheeks. At this, his lips parted from the closed bud of a kiss to a daisy chain of a grin. It had been too long since the world and I had witnessed his sparkling laugh. It’s magnificent, glorious, natural like the swell of a rushing river. Enthralled, I couldn’t help but desperately treasure this precious moment.

“Darling?” Thranduil’s concern broke my trance, raising his eyebrow quizzically.

"You haven't laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring because I forgot what that sounded like."

The confession spilled out of my mouth as I blinked back the sting of tears. I immediately saddened at the thought of the haunting grief that had plagued him for years, stalking him like a shadow. Our eyes met once again yet the sparkle remained.

“And how does it sound?”

“Beautiful.”

The familiar darkness of the velvet night had enveloped the sun as we leant into each other’s warmth. Nestled in his firm embrace and wrapped in his silk robes, we nurtured a fragile sapling of hope. Our fingers entangled like entwined roots whilst he planted a loving kiss on my forehead. I weighed the pearls of his laughter carefully, close to my heart as a blessed omen. Autumn wiped the canvas of summer clean for our future to blossom in next spring.