#and I didn't realize the problem with the caption until I sent it to friends on discord

[mokeonn]

Lmaoo I get this comment a lot on this drawing so I wanna make a reblog clearing this up:

The original caption was going to be "season 1 episode 1" but right as I was about to post it I remembered that Luna was still Nightmare Moon and also in the moon, so I couldn't really caption it that lol

princess of friendship? more like princess of no bitches

[egyptiankingg]

"Please Let Me Go"

A Sadio mane x Mohamed Salah Series

Part 2

summary: Once mane leaves liverpool, he can't help but hold grudges against his old "best friend" Mohamed Salah but what will happen when mane let's his anger get the best of him? Keep reading the series to find out!

warnings: mentions of: self harming, angst, betray and bullying

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Mo Salah had just come back from the hospital. He was exhausted, physically and mentally drained. The only thing he wanted to do was to get home, take a shower, and sleep. He needed some time to clear his head after the day he had.

As soon as he hit the bed, he fell into a deep slumber. The next thing he knew, he was waking up to his phone buzzing and ringing incessantly. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his phone, wondering what could be so important that people were calling him at this time of the night.

What he saw on his phone screen left him shocked and confused. He had missed calls, text messages, and notifications from his social media accounts, all with people asking him what was going on. He scrolled through the messages and realized that something was wrong.

Harvey Elliot, his Liverpool teammate, had sent him a picture of what Sadio Mane had posted on Instagram. It was a picture of him with a caption that read, "You know what you did, Mo." The post had over a million likes, and people were commenting and sharing it like wildfire.

sadiomane

sadiomane: you know what you did, @MoSalah

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Mo Salah couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was so angry. Mane had been the problem not himself.

As the hours passed, more and more people started to reach out to him, asking him if he was okay. He could feel the weight of the situation starting to weigh down on him, and he didn't know how to handle it.

The next day, Salah went to training and there was an awkward tension in the air. It wasn't until after the training session that klopp called the players in to talk.

Jurgen Klopp gathered the Liverpool players in the locker room for a chat. He could sense that there was tension between some of the players, and he knew that he needed to address it.

"Listen, guys," Klopp began. "I know that things have been tough lately, especially for Mo. We've come to the conclusion that he wasn't lying, and I know that this must be hard for him."

The players nodded in agreement, and Klopp continued. "I want to make something clear. We're a team, and we need to support each other. If anyone doesn't believe Mo or thinks that what Sadio did was okay, then I suggest you unfollow him on social media."

Jordan Henderson spoke up, his voice laced with anger. "Of course he's telling the truth! Why would you mane post that on Instagram, just to lie? of course not!"

Alisson Becker, Liverpool's goalkeeper, stepped in to defend his friend. "Woah, calm down there, Jordan. Me and Harvey both saw Sadio saying something to Mo, and that's what he told us at the hospital. Mo wouldn't make something like this up."

The rest of the players looked at Alisson in surprise. They hadn't realized that he and Harvey Elliot had been with Mo at the hospital.

Klopp sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, the bottom line is that we need to support each other. We're a team, and we need to act like it. This situation has caused enough drama, and we don't need any more of it."

The players nodded in agreement, and Klopp clapped his hands. "Alright then, let's focus on the game ahead. We have a lot of work to do, and I know that we can do it together."

As the players filed out of the locker room, Mo Salah felt a sense of relief. He knew that he had the support of his teammates, and that was all that mattered. He could focus on the game ahead, knowing that he wasn't alone in this until he saw Jordan pulling Andy for a chat Mo Salah paused, listening in on the conversation between Jordan and Andy. He appreciated Andy's support, but he was curious to hear what Jordan had to say.

"Andy, I'm not saying that Mo is a liar," Jordan said, his voice raised with frustration. "I'm just saying that we don't know the whole story. Maybe there's something that Mo isn't telling us."

Mo shook his head, feeling disappointed. He had thought that Jordan was on his side, but it seemed like he was questioning his integrity.

Andy spoke up, his tone firm. "Jordan, you can't just assume that Mo is lying. We've knwn him for years, and he's never given us a reason to doubt him."

Mo felt a sense of relief hearing Andy's words. He knew that Andy was a good friend, and he was glad that he was on his side.

Jordan sighed, realizing that he was outnumbered. "Alright, alright, I get it. Maybe I was being too harsh on Mo. I just wish that we could all move on from this."

Mo smiled, grateful that his teammates had his back. He knew that the situation with Sadio had caused a rift in the team, but he hoped that they could all move past it and focus on winning games.

[shanie]

Oh you want WIP Wednesday? Buckle up!

Tagged by @afterdarkprincess Have an ENTIRE FULLY DRAFT-WRITTEN CHAPTER of an upcoming fanfic series from the Generico!verse. I can't actually post it to AO3 until I write the parts before it, so here, have the ENTIRE CHAPTER (it still needs finalized) as a WIP Wednesday!

You've Got A Friend In Me Part 4 - FOLLOWING

Rating: G Characters: Rebecca Lynch, El Generico, Finn Balor

After having her career ended abruptly by a brain injury, Rebecca Lynch finds herself at home, separated from her newfound friends Kevin Steen and El Generico. One day, she gets an AIM message... From a user named "GenericoNo1"

Story under cut

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It had been months since Rebecca Lynch had returned to Ireland. 

It hadn’t taken her long to get settled back in. She still had an open lease to her apartment that she was paying rent on for when she needed a place to stay if she had to return home for whatever legal reasons may have come up, so it was just a matter of getting her belongings fully set back up and moved in again. 

Finn had been more than happy to help out with that part of it.  Although, as he did, she couldn’t help but notice the heartbreak in his eyes at the prospect of her career being over so soon. 

So, once she was moved in, she decided to keep her distance.  It was better that way.  Lonely as hell, though. 

It was one afternoon, a few hours before dinner time, that she was sitting at the computer. One of her friends a couple of days earlier had introduced her to a new website – I Can Has Cheezburger. The content was dumb at best – photos of cats with funny captions, but it was dumb, harmless, and funny. It was just getting started though, and she wondered just how big it could get. 

Regardless, sometimes, mindless web surfing was just the thing she needed, so she figured she’d spend some time on there to see what was new. 

It was while she was on the site when her AOL Instant Messenger sounded. 

Rebecca, or rather “EireChick87”, hadn't been expecting a message. 

She usually left AIM on in the background in case anyone did want to contact her, but when a message came up on her screen from “GenericoNo1” she was equal parts shocked and excited?  

It couldn’t be, she thought, how could he… 

But, as she read the message, her heart leaped. 

es esta Rebecca? It asked.  mi amiga? 

Becky didn't speak Spanish. At All. But she recognized Generico's manner of “speaking” immediately. 

Quickly, she typed her answer 

YES! 

There was a pause before the reply came. 

si? 

… the conversation was all of four messages long and Rebecca already saw a problem. 

The Spanish.  Or rather, his Spanish, her English. 

For all the short time they’d spent together, Rebecca had never been able to figure out how much English Generico knew, but if his messages, in all their English-alphabet butchered nature, meant anything, his language abilities were likely limited when it came to text. 

She was going to have to find some other way to communicate. 

Thinking fast, she opened a new tab on Firefox and headed to Babelfish. The internet was a wonderful thing, you could get things translated, albeit poorly in an instant, and, going to the entry box, typed her message. 

You don't know how to type in English, do you? 

Quickly, she got a translation and, copying and pasting it, sent it along. 

Shortly the response came. 

no lo siento.  

And back into the translator THAT went. 

No I am sorry. 

Rebecca sighed. Moments earlier, she'd been so excited. A chance to talk to Generico again! She’d missed him so much, she hadn’t even realized. Sure, Kevin had messaged her a couple of times, but it wasn’t the same.  

She loved Generico and knew how much her departure had crushed him. The chance to talk to him again was amazing. 

Or, so she thought.  Just a few minutes into the conversation and she was wondering how quickly she could learn to speak Spanish. 

It wasn't that bad an idea, actually, especially considering Kevin certainly would never bother learning. She didn't know why, it would have made sense for him to do so ages ago, but for some stupid reason, he was unwilling to even try. 

Maybe it made Kevin feel safer to not know what Generico was saying.  Maybe he felt safer not being able to speak to Generico in return. 

God knew Kevin was determined to avoid touching his own feelings with a ten-foot pole, let alone attempting to engage with Generico. 

So, if Kevin wouldn’t learn Spanish, at least she could. 

But, that was later. In the meantime, the crappy online translator would have to do. 

I don't speak Spanish, she typed back, But if you can put up with lousy online translations, we might be able to pull this off. 

She translated it, copied it, pasted it, and sent it off. 

The reply took longer that time, and she immediately filtered It through her translator again. 

It is good enough. I understand. 

It wasn't perfect, but yeah, it would work. Although she was pretty sure there would be stuff lost in the translations. 

In the meantime… 

How are you messaging me? Are you using Kevin's computer? Did he let you?  

A quick response that time, something she could understand without the translator. 

no 

Rebecca rolled her eyes. 

If you are using his computer without permission, Generico, he will skin you. 

There was a longer pause that time, and once more she had to use the translator. 

No. I am using my computer. 

Rebecca blinked. Hard. 

When the hell did Generico get a computer??? she thought, more than a little alarmed.  

He didn’t have money. She knew he didn’t. Kevin had told her once that Generico lived in one of the worst places in Montreal, in an apartment that smelled bad, had a hole in the bathroom wall, and that he’d had to bully Al, the landlord, to fix the stove and replace the refrigerator (neither of which worked). He was broke, beyond broke, so how the hell did he have a computer? 

It took her a moment to collect herself but, once she did, she responded. 

When did you get a computer? And how?  

Translate, copy, paste, send. 

And after a long pause… 

habia un hombre en una tienda de la ciudad.  el tenia esto y le pague en efectivo.  costo mucho pero Kevin no sabia que tenia dinero.  ahora, no.  pero funciona.  necesitaba hablar contigo. 

It was a hell of a lot of Spanish, and Rebecca knew the translator would have a hell of a time with it, but… 

There was a man in a store in the city.  He had this and I paid him cash.  It cost a lot but Kevin didn't know he had money.  Not now.  But it works.  He needed to talk to you. 

Well, that didn't sound right. Did Generico steal Kevin’s money??? 

Who needed to talk to me? she asked. And did you steal Kevin’s money? 

NO! the response came. Generico dinaro! Generico habla!  

Rebecca didn't need the translator that time. 

Not that it would have helped anyway. 

Messaging through a translator, especially one that was trying to compensate for her friend's speech patterns, was going to be a bitch, she could tell. 

But at that point, she was engaged. More than engaged, she was curious.   He had bought his own computer. It was interesting enough, but really, she wanted to know how he had afforded it. 

She typed her next message into the Babelfish box. 

So. It was your money, and now it's your computer. How much did it cost? 

Two months, Generico replied. 

Rebecca was going to scream. 

“God,”  she said aloud, staring at the nonsensical translation, “This is shit. How are we going to work this???” 

She tried again. There was nothing else to do. She missed the hell out of her friend and even a broken conversation was better than nothing, even if it was driving her insane. 

You know, Generico, if I'm going to message you, I should probably learn Spanish. 

Translate, copy, paste, send. 

si. espanol muy bien. 

She was already beginning to treasure the messages she didn't need Babelfish for. 

Suddenly, her phone rang. 

BRB, she quickly typed, and, sending it along, she answered the phone. 

It was Finn. 

“Rebecca!” Finn said, far too enthusiastically for, among other things, the middle of winter, “Are you busy? I'm in your area and was thinking maybe lunch. Or an early dinner? My treat.” 

Dinner.  Rebecca knew what that meant. 

She’d figured out ages ago that Finn had a crush on her, but she’d never let on. It wasn’t that Prince wasn’t attractive, or friendly, or just an all-around great guy. He was all of that. 

He was also her mentor.  And if she was ever going to get back into wrestling, when she got back into wrestling, she was going to need a good trainer again. And Finn was the best. 

So, if they were going to have dinner, they were going to have to be careful. 

That said… 

Rebecca looked back at her screen where a lone question mark had appeared as a response, Generico clearly not understanding what BRB meant in any language. 

As she stared at it, thoughts filled her head. Thoughts of a hug in the wrong Italian airport. Thoughts of a grateful, tender kiss on the hand as thanks for helping out on that same trip. Thoughts of a gentle-yet-effective shoulder rub in an Illinois apartment while on the mend from a career-stalling chair shot. 

Thoughts of the most beautiful antique silver and abalone necklace which was kept safe in her jewelry box on her dresser. 

Most of all, thoughts of just moments earlier when she’d been so excited to get that first message and how sad she knew in her heart Generico would be if she logged off so soon. 

She couldn’t do it.  She couldn’t leave Generico. Not like that. Not yet. 

She owed it to him. Beyond that, she wanted to talk to him in a way she hadn’t even realized until she saw his initial message. 

She really had missed him so much and she couldn't help but smile into the phone as she replied. 

“You know, Prince,” she said, trying to keep the joyful anticipation of a renewed friendship out of her voice, “I think we’ll have to try some other time.” 

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Four)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Three ※※※※※ Chapter Five

I absorbed and enjoyed the silence that was hovering around my house. I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down on the couch on the balcony. My mom left early for work, and Leah even tried to take me along for a photo shoot she was going to do in Venice. But, honestly, I'm not in the mood for dragging plaster casts around under the sun.

Not to mention that it is good to have moments alone to get my head straight. I know that in a little while it will be even harder to escape from these outings, I mean, I know I have to get back to my routine, but as long as I can avoid it, I will.

I put the juice on the table and pick up my diary. Unlike yesterday, I open it to the first page, like a book, and start reading. I go through a few pages about my feelings, about what I planned about my future, about my parents' divorce.

"I know it was inevitable. Anyone could tell how distant they were, I just didn't want it to be like that, that she suffered the same way I did. And I didn't want to feel that anger from him. But deep down, I know it's for the best.".

A few more pages telling about the scout who had seen me at the mall, the first photo shoot, the first runway show for a small clothing brand. Then arriving at the day I met Ashton.

"That one nobody expected/imagined/sought for. Ashton Irwin is my yoga partner!!! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh my gosh, I never would have imagined that. I was dying of nervousness about being the new student, then he comes and offers to be my duo and oh gosh, he's amazing. Super fun and nice. AND HE CALLED ME UP FOR COFFEE ON SUNDAY.

" Ashton and I sat at a table on the sidewalk. Under the table, I snapped my fingers in nervousness as I read the menu.

- Do you already know what you are going to order? - he asks. I pout and nod my head in denial.

- All I know is that I don't want espresso. - I comment.

- Can I recommend one? I think you'll like it, it's whipped with cream and chocolate, very sweet. - He points to the menu after I accept his suggestion.

- It amazes me how good you are at coffee. - I joke, making him laugh.

- I like coffee. I once took a tour of a coffee farm in the countryside right here in California.

Coffee becomes our first topic. Because he knows and understands coffee, Ashton convinces me to do a tasting at a promising coffee shop in Brentwood the next morning. It was not the kind of program I am used to doing, but everything is different now, my life has changed and so have my types of programs.

- You are lost being my friend, I will call you all morning for breakfast together. - Ashton comments as we drive along the sidewalks of Los Angeles.

My body shakes when it hears the word "friend". I still wasn't sure if I could consider Ash a friend, but now, I'm happy to know that I can and that he considers me too. "

The memory warms and cheers me up, giving me more desire to read and remember.

I don't realize how much I was smiling until my cheeks start to hurt. After that day, his name becomes very frequent, until it joins Leah's.

"I don't know how to explain this girl. She came in so confident and nose to nose, I was sure she would be insufferable, then she opened her mouth and all I could think was 'where has she been all my life? ' And I don't want to get my hopes up or be a pain in the ass, but she's also a model and she talked about me going to her father's agency and if that works out? it's one of the biggest agencies in the world, I'm going to take off. God, if this is your will...".

I laugh at the following narrations that already involve Ashton, Noah and Leah. I can't remember what is written, but my imagination gives me a warm, happy feeling in my body. And if the reality has been as fun and nice as what I imagined, then it was very good.

I feel my body shiver and a chill take over my stomach when I see Luke's name for the first time. I cut the pace of my reading, preparing myself for what was to come. I reach for another glass of juice, buying time and even courage to read the rest.

"I had already noticed him looking at me, I just didn't want to believe he was looking at me, and it was perfect like that, until Ashton brought him in. It's one thing to know who Luke is, it's another to talk to him. In the end it wasn't so bad. I guess. I just stared for the first hour at anything but him, but I guess he must have missed it. Now I'm in the dilemma of if he liked me, I mean, we spent four hours talking and nothing, no kiss, no phone exchange. NOTHING."

I laugh at myself. I can perfectly see myself being embarrassed by him and not being able to look him in the eye.. If I could go back in time, I would tell this Marnie that Luke really liked her, even though I only had a basis in videos and pictures.

I pick up my cell phone and open insta, going to the date that marked my diary. 07/06/18. It was Ashton's birthday party. I flip to the side and see a picture taken in Hawaii, with the caption "The one where we got lost". I turn the page and find that trip.

"I know I am committing one of the biggest follies of my life and deep down, I don't even know why. That's a lie, I do, but that's not the point. In fact, it is, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. Again, it is. The point is: I can't believe that at the last minute I agreed to go on a trip to Hawaii with a bunch of people I barely know. Except Ash, Noah and Leah. And P.S. Monday is his birthday. It only gets better.”

Apparently things between Luke and me went pretty quickly. I read a few more pages seeing that on his birthday, we had our first kiss and from then on everything happened too fast and messy.

I write about many fights and reconciliations. Both he and I, didn't want anything serious, but both he and I, couldn't stay away from each other and there was my reason.

"There is a good big part of all this blocking that I believe is because of what happened and because of me trying to pretend it didn't happen. Dr. Prescott says that if I don't put it out there and don't talk about it, it will consume me. 'Talking about our fears, worries and problems makes them smaller and easier to defeat.'

Besides my parents, no one else knows about that day."

I run my eyes quickly down the page, seeing that that one was about Stephen's cheating.

I close the journal in fear. I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I have the courage to read it. It is one thing to hear about it from others, from their view and opinion, even if it is not on purpose. It's another to hear about it from my view, from what I've been through.

I have no doubt that there are things in these next pages that maybe even my parents don't know. Things and feelings that I have kept solely and exclusively to myself and I don't know if I am ready to face this, again.

I put down the diary and go in search of something else. Luckily for me, my guardian angel, aka Leah, calls me.

“Are you busy? I thought we could have lunch together. What do you think?” she bombards me, not letting me say hello.

“Hi to you too. No, I'm not busy, just reading my diary.” I run my hand over the cover, keeping in the back of my mind what awaits me. “ I'll take lunch.”

Before Leah can answer, I hear a muffled argument on the phone and wait for the fight to end.

“Sorry, but Noah is asking if he can come along.” she asks, without patience.

“Of course he can.” I hold my laughter, imagining the two of them fighting on the other end of the line.

“Okay, in a few minutes we'll be there. Kisses.”

I say goodbye to her and decide not to read the diary again. The doctor himself told me not to force myself into anything. I set the table and wait for the two of them to arrive.

After forty minutes, the doorbell rings. I make way for my friend and analyze the tall, muscular man behind her. Unlike my memory, the Noah of today has his hair well shaved and brunette, like his sister's. His green eyes fill with tears when he sees me crack a smile, and like his twin, he doesn't wait for permission and hugs me.

“Don't ever do that again, young lady. What a shitty world this would be without you!” he squeezes me before showering me with kisses, all over my face.

Leah turns and pulls him away from me, making me laugh. I follow them both into the kitchen and look at the bags they brought, excited.

“We made sure to stop by The Palm and pick up your favorite dish.” I didn't even know that I had a favorite dish at The Palm. But when Leah opens a box and I feel my mouth water when I see that noodle with shrimp, I realize how little I know myself.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask softly, with a smile.

We start lunch and today my attention was on Noah, after all he was the new thing. I listen to him tell about the day we met, when he began to advise my career with his sister, and how things have been going since the accident.

“You don't have to give any interviews if you don't want to.” he assures me once again.

I still don't know how to deal with this "public figure" business, but deep down I feel a need to give a "satisfaction" to everyone who knows me. Noah has already sent some notes about my condition, but I know that I will have to appear on some channel in the future.

We changed the subject and started talking about my amnesia. Noah was not very happy that my first memory was his hair fiasco. I commented that I was reading my diary and asked about some events.

“Are we really lost in Hawaii?” they both started to laugh and agree.

“That day I wanted to hit Mark. I was getting very angry that he could not accept that he was reading the wrong map. Not to mention the car dying and us pushing," Noah comments.

“Mark was never good with maps. He says himself that he was a lousy Boy Scout.” Leah says before drying her third glass of water.

“Who is Mark?” I question.

“Mark is an ex-lover of mine. At the time we were chatting and he had the house in Hawaii. One thing led to another and in the end he went along.” Leah ends with a frown.

“And why did we let him drive then?” I ask, full of curiosity. They look at me as if I know the answer. Or, as if I should, but I just raise my eyebrows, saying nothing.

“Because it's Mark.” Noah shrugs. “He likes to be in control of everything.”

“The one who was definitely happy with us there was that guy who owns the coconut stand.” Leah says.

So there it is, the little wooden stand, with a pile of coconuts in front of it. A short man, probably about 50 years old, laughing at our misfortune while selling the fruit to us. Images begin to form in my mind.

" “- Look there.” Kyleen and I focus on the little man laughing as he takes the money from Michael's hand. “He sure is very happy with us standing here.” Leah says.

“Of course he is. We already bought twelve coconuts from him. Bad little man.” I make a face.

“We're not lost. It's just a shortcut.” we cut off eye contact with the stand and focus on Mark arguing with Noah and Ashton.

Leah looked at her lover in total disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. If regret could kill. The next moment Mark stomps his foot on the floor, like a child with a temper tantrum. At that moment, Calum looks at me with wide eyes.

I look away so that he doesn't see me laughing. Kiki, who was behind me, slaps me to stop, but this only makes me want to laugh more. I hide my face in her arm and in the end, my laughter gets out of hand. Both she and Calum start laughing with me, causing the boys to look at us curiously.

It takes no more than five minutes for Mike to join in the laughter with us and soon everyone else was laughing except Mark. Even the little bad man was laughing. It was the worst thing about us being lost, but that's what was happening and it couldn't be anything but comical, even though it was sad too. ”

“Of course he was happy. He sold about fifteen coconuts for us.” I don't even try to control my smile. Once again I remembered, and this is more than great.

The twin couple in front of me crack a big smile too, and soon they are clapping their hands and stamping their feet on the floor, making noise. I clap my hands with them in celebration.

“She is coming back.” Noah comes around the table, hugging me from behind and again showering me with kisses.

I was never one to have many friends. Usually it was just Bethany and Stephen, and a girl in my music class, but I don't know if I can consider her that, after all, we only talked during class and it was all very unrelated.

The point is that I have always envied those people who managed to have a large number of friends, and friends really, not just colleagues. Friends who call you for everything, who are always by your side, who enjoy your company, and who consider you family.

In this moment, with just Noah and Leah, I can see that I finally have these friends that I have wanted so much and without having to pretend to be something that I am not, without having to buy their attention, as I felt I needed it with Bethany. And if I'm happy like this with just the two of them, I can't wait to see the others.

“So, you said you were reading your diary, did you remember anything else?” Leah asks excitedly.

All the happiness and euphoria that had surrounded my body disappears. The bloody page with the bloody day comes back into my mind. They both notice my mood drop.

“I remembered a day when I went to have coffee with Ash, but…” I play with the edge of my cup, trying not to get too much into that energy. “I found a day where I tell about what happened.” I look at them, who are serious and attentive.

“Do you want us to read it with you?” Leah holds my hand across the table, gently patting it.

I shake my head positively and point to the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. I watch her return with the notebook and hand it to me. I open it to the marked page and stare at my handwriting again.

"I haven't had the courage to tell either Ashton, Leah, or much less Luke. I can't tell if I'm ashamed of it or just afraid of it happening again. The problem is that it's really starting to get to me, to the point where I get irritated when I see Luke and Leah talking and it shouldn't be like that. So I need to get it all out so that I can start over.

It was our anniversary. I snuck out of my work to see Stephen at his house. I wanted to deliver his gift soon. Two streets before his house I ran into Noelle, his mother, and told her I wanted to surprise him, so she told me to get the key under the third vase and go in.

Maybe it would have been better just to ring the doorbell and not have to see it. I was very quiet so as not to be discovered, and in the end, I was the one who discovered something."

My racing heart hurts from beating so hard. I can't keep my breathing normal, holding it at various times. I feel like it's a suspense book where no one wants to find out what's behind the door of the abandoned house, but needs to, in order to continue the story.

I notice in some letters and words the ink smudged and I know it was from my tears and it only hurts me more.

"There is no word to describe the disgust, pain, and anger of seeing him and her in bed naked. My until then boyfriend, and my until then best friend.

And what only made it worse was that she didn't even try to explain herself, didn't show an ounce of regret, even if it was a pretense. Nothing. While he tried to say it was nothing like that, Bethany still says it had been going on for a long time."

I close the journal angrily and throw it away, stopping on the other side of the long table. The lump in my throat gets bigger, but I don't want to cry, not for this and not again.

Deep down, I have always had a flea behind my ear with the two of them. The countless rides Stephen insisted on giving her. The way she always motivated me to fight with him, for reasons I thought were small and insignificant. But it was my first serious relationship, what did I know about dating, right? Bethany, on the other hand, had dated seriously twice.

It had always been there, I just didn't want to see it.

“I always suspected it and never, never wanted to believe it. After all, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. They wouldn't be able to.” I let out a humorless laugh.

The twins look at me fearfully, as if I were a mother scolding them.

“But you know what the worst part is? I believed him. He looked me in the face and said that nothing happened. That Luke was to blame for our breakup! How stupid of me!” I shout, picking up the diary and throwing it further away, as if it would hurt Stephen.

“Wait, what?” Leah speaks loudly.

I look at her startled and realize what I said. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I didn't want anyone to know about the meeting.

“You met with Stephen? When?” she turns the table around, coming closer. I swallow dryly.

“Yesterday morning," I begin softly, but it was enough for Leah to cover her eyes with her hands and snort. Noah laid his head on his arms, sighing as well. “I was confused and needed to hear and see him.” I start to defend myself.

“After everything your mother told you about him?” Leah asks.

“And you think I would believe her? Would you? With amnesia on account?” I retort. Leah takes a deep breath and denies it with her head, giving me reason.

“But you could have told, or asked, I don't know.” Noah ponders.

“Nobody would have let me, I know nobody likes him and rightly so.” I give in.

“That explains a lot.” Leah comments softly, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Explains what?” I ask confused.

She looks at Noah, who nods, giving her the green light. Like me, she swallows dryly before she begins.

“Explain why Luke is so grouchy and weird. Not wanting to come see you.” he answers, poking at the seam of the chair.

NO! No! No! No! No! Please, no. He can't have seen.

“You have to take me to his house.” I ask, heading for the hall.

“What?” the two shout following me.

“I need to talk to him. Now!” I shout the last part, putting on a jacket with some difficulty.

“But why?” Noah helps me.

“Because I think he saw something that wasn't supposed to happen and got it wrong.” I open the door, going to call the elevator.

“Oh, no!” they understand and soon follow me.

Things between Luke and me may be messed up, but the last thing I want him to think is that I cheated on him.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

$5 on it

Can you tell which photo he's relaxed and content with life?

The answer is both.

Study the photographs for 5 minutes, set a timer and you'll get $5 in your DNA4U account.

One photograph "I miss you"

The other "I been with you all day as much as i can, I couldn't be happier"

You may think the color makes a difference but it doesn't. An extra $5 to change the colors to see.

Now one face...

"What all is going on? Oh i miss you, too" we met for breakfast. My job 6 days a week. They say a way into a man's heart is food. Idk what y'all think but its the way into a Goddess, too. "Baby Mamacita i missed you so much shorty, but don't worry so much I got it all. Its gonna be good as long as i don't die"

The other "oh you think life is so good and true huh? Let's see If you could kiss me!"

Match the correct caption and you'll get $5 on it.

Y'all studying Resting Bitch Face.

It can help you in extraordinary and tremendous ways.

Every one has photos in their DNA4U.

These two i posted are in sequence first at breakfast then after food (5:45. Breakfast was ar 6. He got there at 2:45. He had "dinner" then supper with me then breakfast with me then about 2 we went and he slept usually naked in my bed while I did normal things. Like cooking him some lunch and reading a book or day dreaming)

and the second photo, after a morning of basketball. About 10 am when i knew he would be ready to go eat again. And i would ask him where he would be taking me. Every time.

He woke at like 1 am. Then did work. Then usually he got to breakfast at 5:50. Not so early unless I had worked the day before and we hadn't had breakfast together for one morning. 6 days a week we didn't have breakfast m but he would bring me coffee at work. -- oh that box in the movie -- he sent it and i was telling Harriet the story on the phone. Again you onlu got part. And take me eat right after work in the city some fancier place than at home.

But he said he couldn't ever sleep until he had breakfast with me. During my breakfast time.

"Well, i get to see her first thing in the morning tomorrow..." So he would be too excited to sleep! He was so silly. It kept the Reaper away...

So 1 am then his day Then a nap at 7 pm till 10 pm then a snack to feed him. Then back to sleep around 1045 till 12:30. Am. If i didn't wake him Because he was too much asleep he slept till 3 am. He would got out of bed at 4. His customers weren't as important. And usually the weather was bad.

Sometimes i slept through 6am usually for windy or it was Saturday all perfect and sunny. So he would wait till 615 then order breakfast to go and deliver it to my bed. And wake me up.

That's how i got pregnant. On a Saturday. It was a beautiful clear morning then,an,angry hateful storm for 3 solid days.

So photos will take you places you think you've never been gone before.

Yesterday they asked a question 74% actually agreed... When you look at the beauty of your soulmate you think you don't deserve them. They make you feel lucky to be alive.

22% said they didn't understand at all. They deserved the gift of life and a lover.

4% were mixed.

But over all y'all accept or can or want to but most of all, y'all can recognize love. I thank y'all for that. It will keep us safe and more.

Now study the resting bitch face. Marc Antony is a really good example.

The more intense. "Angry" face is a focus warning face. Boy is on a mission to eat dinner with his bitch. Don't fuck with that. He will kill you. Otherwise the world is perfect and he can be in a conversation or what not then leave when i arrive.

The more pleasant face is that he can be asked for a sale or what not and have a sweet transaction "yeah buddy. Have a good day, etc" where as before "man you ain't supposed to come in here. Yeah i got it. Yeah see you later"

So it does affect his attitude. But hes overprotective. It doesn't affect his actions.

A lot of us abused ones can have fear struck into us by an intense focused look. It can be terrifying.

So study and realize why we shouldn't have fear.

Had i treated him like he was abusive and had a fight back attitude instead of give love.

"What the fuck is your problem you look like an ass hole"

"I'm here. I didn't run I'm just outta breath i been,practicing to walk fast. Hwy are you ok? You look mad"

Now he would fake the fuck outta a mad face because I'd be crawling all over him, what's wrong baby? And he liked it. I slapped him 382 times for doing it. And just made him laugh. I'd hit him hard, but he loved it... Just a weird way he liked fairness. And he would tease and play about it. Or tell,me,something he been noticing that Didjt bother him but pulled his eyes.

Sometimes it would be "`snap out of it!!: and i would,shake him or slap,him, he was always testing on me

Autism is a disease that is curable. It takes time and the right atmosphere and people. Any of his friens did that I would go tell Marc "there's something wrong with your friend. I ain't dealing with it."

So i would watch him...

So one time he was faking an OD and Marc said "you have to save him"

So,i just,walked over and slapped the shit outta him! And jumped back coffee table between us.

"Ow what was that for i was asleep. Shortie. Oh God dang you almost knocked the head off of me"

"No you weren't. You snore and you were looking at me with tiny slits in your eyes. Your eye balls were clearly followin me and not in rapid eye movement. You did look,paralyzed tho"