[A/N: Please check out my new story 'The Renegades'. It would mean the world. Dedication to Zazelle because you're awesome. Saintclarity and NiallHoransbebe make my day(literally asdfghjklasdfghjkl;) with their comments. Enjoy this double update and I hope you've had a wonderful day today!
Song for this chapter:
- Miley Cyrus // When I Look At You
- Ellie Goulding // Your Song
- Birdy // Wings
- Blink-182 // I Miss You
- Lea Michele // Empty Handed]

"Where's the flour?"

"Top left cupboard, first shelf."

Tyler nodded, rummaging through the cupboard as his fingers closed around random items in haste to find the flour. Surreptitiously, I hungrily ravished at the sight of his back muscles rippling whenever he moved and I wondered if he purposely wore such a tight shirt to give me a heart attack. I was too busy checking him out to realise that his head was angled so that he was peeking over his shoulders at me.

"It's not there," He said after my cheeks lit up and spontaneously combusted. "Did you say top right or top left?"

"Top left. First shelf."

Tyler grunted for another minute, patting the highest shelf without bothering to look at what his hands were touching.

"I can't find it," He complained and I rolled my eyes.

Striding over to him, I placed a hand on his shoulder and stood on my tiptoes. I reached up and pushed the vinegar asides before latching onto an unopened bag of flour.

"You're either blind or stupid," I laughed when his jaw dropped open. "Or both."

"But I already checked..." Tyler's eyes flickered to the shelf I told him to check all along. "You know what, never mind."

I laughed and placed some distance between us, returning to the sink to wash my hands clean before making a start on our assignment. For the first time ever, we were baking in my kitchen since Rosemary caught us in an inappropriate position that was otherwise pretty much innocent.

Okay, so there was an actual reason to explain why Tyler's hands were down my shirt but she didn't seem to buy our story which was a shame. Their kitchen was pristine, high ceilinged and probably the same size as my entire house. So I was slightly disappointed that we couldn't hang out at the Miller mansion since we could've really used Rosemary's advice on how to bake our final piece in less than two hours.

Since Tyler couldn't follow any instructions, I took out the rest of the equipment as he measured out the flour using the weighing scale. His chirpy whistle filled the silence and I found myself singing along the to tune he was whistling. I found it strange how he managed to make a sad song sound lively and happy when the lyrics made my chest tighten.

"'Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head," I bobbed my head up and down, cracking three eggs and adding them to the bowl that was located in front of Tyler. "I miss you, I miss you."

Sea green perked up at the sound of my soft voice and he stopped whistling.

"I didn't know you like Blink-182," He remarked in a soft tone laced with awe.

"You're forgetting that I was the person who got you into them," I replied, stealing a glance at his side profile.

He looked puzzled and I chuckled.

"Eighth grade? I let you borrow their first two albums and you never gave it back."

A booming laugh came from Tyler and I turned to the side, surprised to find him standing a lot closer than I remember him being.

"How could I forget?" He mused, itching his brow and shaking his head gently at the memory. "I'm sure I still have them somewhere."

"And I'm sure you do," I drawled, thinking about how messy his room was. I doubt anything could be found underneath the mountain of clothes that always seemed to pile up on his carpet.

"Just so you know, you're not getting them back."

"I figured," I laughed, snatching the bowl from him and shoving a wooden spoon into the mixture. "Don't worry, I bought the albums again like a week after I let you borrow them.

He feigned a wounded look. "You have such little faith in me."

"Duh! You're you."

"What's wrong with me?" He pouted, looking ridiculously like a Bambi.

With a serious expression, I drawled, "Pretty much everything."

"Shut up, I'm fab-u-lous," Tyler scoffed, thrusting his arms out in a diva pose and I giggled.

"Whatever, I knew you weren't gonna give them back," I replied, poking his cheek and giggling again when he tried to bite my finger off. "You're that one person who always borrows things and never gives them back."

He bumped his hip against mine.

"I am not!"

I bumped him back and jumped out of the way when he tried to hit me back.

"Yes you are."

Tyler staggered to the side and flashed me a look of betrayal to which I poked my tongue out.

We spent the next hour bickering and singing old tunes at the top of our lungs until I couldn't risk losing my hearing to his deaf-tone voice. Technically, I sounded far worse than he did but I didn't want to boost his ego by admitting he was a decent singer. So I grabbed my iPod and speakers and let the real bands do what they did best whilst we experimented with food colour to make our rainbow cake.

After an hour, half spent procrastinating, Tyler slid the six layers into the oven and turned around to face me.

"What now?"

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my hair out of its low ponytail, wrapping the elastic band around my wrist.

"We can watch a movie," I suggested although we both knew that my mom would be home for dinner in two hours and we still had to decorate the cake. "Or I could be a polite host and give you a tour of the house? I don't know, what do you wanna do monsieur?"

"Tour sounds good, mademoiselle."

I arched an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic."

"I know." He stepped towards me and clamped his hands on my shoulders before gently leading me out of the room. "But since you're the host and you're polite, you'll do it."

I scoffed. "You want a tour of eight rooms? It's gonna take us less than ten minutes to circle the entire house twice."

"We'll take a pit stop in your room. That will add an extra forty five minutes to the tour."

Curiosity lit his eyes until they practically glowed and I forced myself to look away before the oceanic currents swept me away.

"You just wanna see my room," I rolled my eyes.

Sea green eyes sparkled and I had to keep my clothes on when Tyler winked at me.

"Oh no munchkin, it's your bed I'm interested in."

My face wrinkled up with disgust. "You're gross."

He raised both his eyebrows and a smirk graced his lips.

"But did I say I was interested in you?"

"Jerk."

"Keep moving."

He steered me out of the living room and skipped the bathroom, leading me upstairs and I suppressed a shiver when his hands slid down my back. They were planted on the small of my back, holding most of my weight as I purposely leaned back. I don't know why I took pleasure in making his life harder but Tyler's suffering pleased me. Call me sadistic or whatever.

"You're so heavy," He grunted when we reached the top of the stairs.

I staggered backwards when he removed his hands from my back and he made no attempts to catch me as I stumbled close to the stairs. After regaining my footing, I glared at him for letting me go.

"Not my fault you have puny arms!" I protested.

He lifted his arms, flexed his biceps and kissed them before holding them out to me to do the same. I flashed him a filthy look and left him stranded as I stormed into my room.

"Hey, wait up!" He jogged after me and stopped short at my bedroom door frame. "Whoa!"

Flopping down onto my bed, I stretched my arms behind my head and peered at Tyler underneath my lashes. His eyes skirted my entire room, latching onto every detail before they settled on the main attraction: the wall behind my bed.

Photographs covered every inch of the lilac wall; all of them from my best friend's perpetual collection. When we were eleven, Taylor noticed how distant I had become and seemed hellbent on strengthening our friendship. One of the ways we bonded after the accident was by tearing down my room and redecorating it.

Being incredibly artistic, Taylor wanted to paint a mural on my walls but Mom wasn't too keen. So she grabbed a tonne of the photos that depicted our friendship since kindergarten and we spent an entire weekend pinning them up.

In the middle of the carefully aligned photographs, there was a large portrait of us that she spent weeks painting for me. With soft brush strokes, water colours and a great deal of precision, my best friend managed to capture the both of us in a single moment. Laughter, love and life poured out of the canvas and I could still remember the very day she gave it to me. Oh, how we cried and laughed and then cried again.

"I remember...I remember when Taylor painted that for you," Tyler breathed, glancing at the portrait above the headboard of my bed with his jaw trailing behind him on the carpet. "It was for your sixteenth birthday, just a month before she passed away."

I nodded and turned my head to admire the phenomenal piece. Sea green and golden brown eyes were alive with happiness as the two girls had their arms wrapped around each in an embrace. Right on the far left corner, Taylor scrawled her favourite poem in her sloping, cursive handwriting.

I turned back around to find Tyler standing at the foot of my bed, craning his neck up to read the poem. His lips moved subtly as he mouthed the words and I found myself smiling as I recited it to myself, hearing Taylor's silvery laughter as she read the poem aloud in my mind.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

His eyes snapped back to mine and for the first time ever, grief didn't dominate the strong currents of emotions that swept me away. We stared at each other, a deep understanding passing between us like crackling electricity and I found myself returning his soft smile.

"I know that you missed my speech at the funeral but that was the poem that I ended with," I broke the silence and leaned towards my bedside table, shuffling through the top drawer until my fingers curled around my brown leather journal.

Flicking through the pages, I pulled out a folded paper that was wrinkled and spotted with more ink than writing. My handwriting was barely legible but considering Tyler's left handed scrawl, I was certain that he could read it.

"Here," I held out the sheet and he took it, scanning the messy writing with an amused expression. I huffed with impatience as he chuckled and gestured at me to smile. "Just read it and judge my writing after dumbass."

Tyler didn't bother coming up with a smartass retort and started reading, his eyes flickering from left to right. I watched his lips curl up into a wistful smile as he chuckled at the first anecdote I wrote about.

"You told everyone about the time she pooped herself?" He threw his head back and laughed. "She would have murdered you, your children and your grandchildren."

"Oh come on," I whined, plumping up a pillow and wedging it beneath my head. "It was funny and I wanted to lighten up the mood. Everybody was depressed after you ran off."

Tyler glanced up at me and the look on his eyes caught me off guard.

"I wish I'd stayed for your speech. It would've made things a lot easier that day."

Curious and overwhelmed, I sat up and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah," His gaze returned to the letter. "Mom and Dad shouldn't have left you till last otherwise I wouldn't have lost my shit and ran off. Your speech would've given me the strength to finish mine."

A bubble of appreciation lodged itself in my throat and I had to purse my lips to keep my face neutral. Tyler didn't seem to notice that his words made a blistering heat surge through my body and I had to grip the bed sheets to keep myself from pouncing on him.

I really, really wanted to hug him.

After he finished reading my letter, I slipped it back into my dream journal and watched Tyler as his gaze skirted up to the array of photographs again. Soon it slipped to my bedside table, lighting up with recognition and he slowly walked towards it.

"Is that your dad?"

I nodded, turning my head to the side so he wouldn't notice my locked jaw and pained eyes. He picked up the framed photograph of my father months before he died and studied it before flicking his eyes to me.

"I see it now."

"See what?"

"I barely remember what he looks like from the days I used to come over to play with Taylor, but it's kind of weird. You look nothing like your mom because you've inherited all of your dad's features."

I swallowed the scratchy stone lodged inside my throat.

"I inherited her wits," I boasted, clearing my throat to omit any sadness that tried to creep into my voice.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure. I don't know what you're seeing but I don't see the resemblance. Your mom isn't sarcastic, mean or a sadist," Tyler ticked the qualities off his finger and I shoved a pillow at his head. "Ash!"

"Tyler!" I mimicked his deep voice an he laughed at my pathetic attempt.

He gingerly placed the framed photograph back where he found it and turned to me with a wicked grin. I cocked my head to the left and frowned at the sly twinkle in his eyes.

"Incoming!" He yelled and jumped, tucking his knees in to form a cannonball.

Wide eyed and astonished, I scrambled back but was too late when his body slammed into my ribs, winding me and forcing me to gasp for air.

"Tyler!" I screamed as the bed bounce violently.

"Ashley!" He squealed, mimicking me and I flipped the bird at him.

"Jerk."

"You know it," Tyler struck a pose and motioned at me to take a snapshot.

A giggle left my lips and I lifted my hands, clicking my imaginary camera as he propped an arm up to support his head and stretched his legs out. With one leg bent at the knee, he perfected his pose and used his free hand to lift the hemline of his shirt. One glimpse of his sculpted abs and I felt my cheeks redden.

"Okay, end of the photoshoot now," I flopped down and Tyler smirked, perfectly aware that I was looking everywhere but at his exposed stomach.

"Really?" He teased, gripping his shirt and pushing it higher so that it was rolled up to his chest. "But I was just getting started."

I squeaked with surprise, momentarily blown away by the dips and curves of his pecs before I slapped his hand and pulled his shirt down for him.

"And now I'm ending it."

The entire time I wrenched the material down to deem him modest again, the corner of his lips stretched until they reached his ears.

"Killjoy," He sang, waggling his eyebrows.

I raked my gaze over his body with disgust. "Douche."

"Spoilsport."

"Jerk."

"Prissy pants."

I scoffed, "Trashcan."

"Creep."

"Dumbass."

"Dork." He said with a wink.

"Dick."

"Ouch."

I couldn't hold back a giggle at the wounded expression he wore. He looked like a puppy in immense pain. Both his palms clutched his chest as he let out a pathetic moan and pretended to double over in agony. Snatching my hand, he pressed it to his chest.

"Feel that? That's my heart breaking."

The erratic beats that vibrated beneath my palm told me otherwise. If anything, his heart was racing not breaking. I snatched my hand away and pressed it to his face, clamping my five fingers like I was going to claw his skin off.

"Get off!" He latching his hands around my wrist and struggled to free his face as I punished him for being annoying and adorable at the same time. "Ash! Shit! My nose!"

As I retracted my hand, his own ones shot to his nose and rubbed the skin I just flicked.

"I hate you," He grunted, sitting up and glaring at me although his eyes still shone.

"The feeling's mutual," I flicked his nose again and his hand shot out, smacking me upside the head.

I coughed and spluttered with surprise.

"What the hell!" I screeched, rubbing the stinging sensation that shot through my scalp.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a deadpan look before flopping down and staring at my ceiling. I huffed with annoyance but followed suit, laying down and turning my head to glare at him.

Tyler pretended not to notice the daggers I shot his way, humming a chirpy tune under his breath. Eventually I lost track of my exasperation and found myself studying his side profile. Liquid eyes stared at the peeling plaster on my ceiling, seemingly lost in a daydream of some sort. His strong jaw jutted out of his skin, sharper than his slanting cheekbones and I could glimpse fine golden hair sprouting from his skin. He probably didn't bother to shave this morning.

"Done staring?"

"Nope," I sang, popping the 'p' and scooting closer.

In an attempt to make him uncomfortable, I positioned my face directly above his, leaning onto my elbow to hoist myself up.

"Done yet?"

I waggled my eyebrows and scooted even closer until our noses were almost touching.

"Nope."

"You're all up in my personal space," He remarked in a soft whine, warmth fanning my mouth and sending a light shiver down my spine.

"And you love it, don't you?"

Tyler barked a nervous laugh, closing his eyes and sinking his head deeper into the pillow to put some space between us. I laughed, glad that I was capable of getting him flustered the way he did to me all the time.

"What's wrong Ty?" I breathed, deliberately letting the heat from my breath fan his mouth. "Uncomfortable?"

He let out a shaky breath and kept his eyes clamped shut and I giggled at the way he pursed his lips and frowned.

When Tyler's eyelids flung open, I struggled to keep my teasing smirk intact and bit my lip. Strong currents of an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint darkened the sea green in his eyes. The ocean blue ring around his pupil seemed much brighter, much more noticeable. He stared at me, sucking me into the whirlpool of green and blue and I was swept away. He was forcing my head under the waters of his heated gaze and I struggled to resurface, my heart hammering painfully against my chest.

My mind screamed at me to back away. But I stayed put, holding his gaze without flinching when his head edged a fraction closer. When Tyler's mouth hovered over mine, I let out a ragged breath and willed myself to break the trance he had me under. But I couldn't move. I was frozen in space, frozen in time, frozen in that moment.

"Ash?"

I tore my gaze from his full lips and met his troubled eyes, struggling to stay afloat from the tender look he was giving me.

"Mmm hmm?"

We stared at each other as a magnetic field drew us closer and our breaths mingled together, warm and sweet. Uncertainty flitted across his eyes, reinforcing the dark, dilated pupils until they focused again. They hardened for a fraction of a second before a glimmer of mischief brightened his dark eyes and I should have seen it coming when he inched even closer. The tip of his nose brushed against my nose and I was sure his lips would find my lips.

All I had to do was lower my head.

"One thing you seem to have forgotten is that nothing can make me uncomfortable," He said in a low voice that sent rippling tingles down my arm as his fingers brushed against them.

Dazed and disorientated, I tried to make sense of his words but my slow blinks and ragged breaths seemed to make his eyes glitter with more mischief.

"Huh?" I replied in a thick voice.

Tyler lifted a hand to my face, clipping my chin and holding my head in place so I couldn't move.

And then he burped.

"Tyler!" I screeched, scrambling away as mint and chocolate washed over my face, suffocating me for a few seconds as I tried to grasp what had just happened.

He laughed, clutching his torso and rolling over so that his shoulder rested on my thighs. With his face buried into my pillow, he struggled to breathe as a wave of laughter consumed him.

"Stop laughing!" I screeched, fanning my face and pushing his shoulder off my lap. "Gosh! You're so freaking gross!"

Tyler lifted his head and peered up at me with teary eyes.

"What's wrong Ash?" He spluttered, clapping his hands like a retarded seal. "Uncomfortable?"

The sickeningly sweet tone that laced his voice made my scalding cheeks burn brighter. Despite my initial fury, I found myself feigning disgust, desperate to join his infectious laugh.

"No you made me feel sick!"

He burped again and waved his hands in my direction, trying to push his breath towards me as I gagged.

"Tyler!"

He latched his fingers around my wrists, yanking me forward as he blew his breath over my face despite my screams. Grappling against his strong hold, I manage to plant my hands on his chest, shoving him with all my force and it was enough to send him careering backwards. Unfortunately, his grasp on my wrists tightened when he tried to save himself from toppling off the bed.

A squeal of surprised shot out of my mouth but I was still unprepared by our following plummet to the ground. We slammed onto the carpet and my head dented Tyler's chest, winding him so that he let out a sharp breath of pain.

"Shit!" He winced, lifting his head off the floor to glare at me. "God damn it...that hurt! Is your head made out of metal or something?"

I rubbed my head and peered up at him with a deadlier glare.

"Screw you," I grumbled, rolling off his chest.

"I know you want to."

Turning my head to the side, I rolled my eyes when I noticed the dimpled smirk he wore so I laughed.

"Gross and vain and annoying. Is there anything else you wanna add to that list?"

Tyler lifted his hand and began to tick off each finger.

"Hot, funny, hot, even more funny, hot...umm hot, funny again and definitely hot."

I tried to shoot him an unimpressed look but one glance at his crooked smirk and I was a goner. Bubbling giggles erupted from my chest, shooting out of my mouth and filling the room with a silvery laugh. Tyler chuckled and waggled his eyebrows at me which made me laugh harder.

Eventually I managed to reign in my laughter and I stared at the ceiling, no longer bothered to keep up with his narcissism. Shoulder to shoulder, I listened to him chatter about his plans for Christmas and how much he was dreading to see his parents again. I didn't blame him since his mom was quite a handful to deal with at times, especially when she loved to bring Taylor up in every single conversation. I was pretty sure Tyler was living in the shadow of his sister in his mother's eyes.

Soon a silence fell and I would have been fine with it if sea green eyes weren't stealing glances at my side profile every few seconds.

"Is your dad coming home for Christmas?" Tyler asked, trying to fill the silence with idle chatter.

Except this wasn't idle chatter. Not for me it wasn't.

"Y-Yeah," I croaked, earning a puzzled look from him. "We're going to meet him in Texas when Mom and I fly to see my grandparents."

A lie embedded in a truth.

"I see."

We lapsed into silence and Tyler failed to the notice the fistful of my shirt I had clutched when I gripped my abdomen.

"Do you miss him? You know, since he's away all the time?"

A sharp intake of breath filled my lungs with cold air and I clamped my mouth shut to suppress a whimper. The question forced my chest to cave in and I sat up, suddenly unable to breathe in my claustrophobic room. Scrambling to my feet, I strode over to the window and opened it, allowing an icy breeze to chase away the suffocating warmth inside my room.

After a few mouthfuls of fresh air, I sloped back towards Tyler and sat down, crossing my legs and twiddling with my thumbs. The entire time, his eyelids were closed although I knew he was aware of my every move. Laying down beside him, I made sure to place some distance between us even though my arm was pressed against his.

"I miss my father the same way I miss Taylor," I started after a minute of silence, ignoring the voice in my mind that screamed at me to shut the hell up. "Since it's just me and Mom in the house, it gets lonely a lot and that's when I feel his absence the most."

"Yeah I get what you mean," He flung an eye open and lazily regarded me before closing his eye again. "The fact they're not around all the time. I mean, at school or just any place in general, you're always surrounded by people so you can just convince yourself that you're not alone. But when you come home to an empty house, you feel the loneliness and it's such a mood killer. I wouldn't worry about it too much if I was you. Count yourself lucky."

We were so close that I could smell the lingering scent of lemons, soap detergent and sandalwood.

"Why?" I asked, scratching an itch between my brow.

"You get to see your dad a few weeks every year," He paused, craned his head up until his jawline was prominent before he turned his head to face me. "I won't get to see Taylor ever again so that sucks a lot."

Tyler's voice broke towards the end and I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, desperately trying to suppress the painful sting that made my eyes well up. He was wrong, so very wrong. Like Taylor, I was never going to see my father ever again. We weren't going to have that last conversation, that last goodbye, that last hug. He was gone and it was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have begged my parents to take me to Disneyland for my birthday. God I was such a selfish child! They could barely afford it but I pushed the idea for months, desperate to experience a fraction of the numerous holidays the twins had every summer. It seemed unfair to me that their parents were so well off and mine weren't. Why did I have to be so damn selfish?

A stray tear slipped out of the corner of my eyes and rolled down the side of my face. It disappeared into my hair and I was grateful Tyler hadn't noticed. That was until he stole a glance at me and noticed the glistening trail the tear had left behind.

"Ash?" His voice was strained and I smacked myself mentally for making him uncomfortable. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that yo-"

"Don't worry about it," I cut him off and swiped another tear away. "It's my fault. I get overly emotional when I talk about my dad. I'm just being silly and childish."

With a nervous and shaky laugh, I sniffed and wiped my eyes with my bare arms. I flashed Tyler a small smile. He didn't mirror it, instead his lips tugged down until they were etched into a deep frown.

"It's not silly or childish to miss your dad. It's called being human."

His strong voice was laced with certainty and when our eyes met, I felt an overwhelming heat simmer through my chest because of the way he was looking at me.

"If you ever need someone to talk to about your dad or anything in general," Tyler turned his body towards mine and he leaned over, tucking a stray curl behind my ear as he gave him an open smile. "I'm here for you. Keep that in mind and don't you ever forget it Ashley Rose."

Another tear slipped down my cheek when I propped myself up using my elbow. His thumb caught it before it could disappear into the corner of my mouth and I shuddered lightly. When he flopped back, it took every cell in my body to hold myself down or I would have attacked him with a hug. His simple promise made the heat in my chest spread through my entire body like molten honey, viscous and slow as it burned through my veins.

Tyler's eyes were closed again and if it wasn't for the ghost of a smile that graced his lips, I would have assumed he was asleep. The serene mask he wore made him look even more handsome than he already was and I couldn't tear my gaze away.

"Thanks Ty," I croaked, clearing my voice.

The back of his hand brushed mine and I relished the gentle scrape of his calloused knuckles against my skin. When his hand twisted around, I spaced my fingers out and his palms slid along my palms before his fingers squeezed mine.

"Anytime munchkin."

The last person I had felt this close to was his sister and after she passed away I didn't think I could ever find it in my heart to replace the role she held in my life. She was my best friend and understood me better than I understood myself. But there was something Tyler had that his sister didn't and I couldn't figure out what it was. I just felt the need to let my loose tongue release all the emotions I had kept bottled up for years.

Taylor had to pry my secrets from me. Tyler only had to look at me and my secrets were his to take.

So should I tell him?

The deepest most darkest secret that I hid in the farthest corner of my heart wanted to come out. It was bursting from the tight seams I wound around it, desperate to be heard by the only guy who could understand my eternal grief.

But would he understand the guilt I carried around?

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[A/N: Double update...saaaaay what?! Can I get a high five?

I LOVE THIS CHAPTER. Literally, is anybody else writhing around and frothing at the mouth because of the feels or is it just me? No? No? Alright, must be just me then haha.

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Chapter 43: My Hand, His Crotch...Talk About Awkward!

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- Kaddy]