"I told you that you have to pay for that." Bert let out an offhand comment as he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his newly opened eyes and doing very little about the disgustingly greasy state his hair was in. 

Despite having woken up, Bert McCracken was far too tired to have a shower, and entirely more preoccupied with Gee, who sat at the breakfast bar, clad in the same shirt from last night, hanging low and finishing at mid thigh length, whilst sipping black coffee, what Bert at first assumed to be a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, angled so it was dropping ash exactly into the waste bin beside the breakfast bar.

Gee turned around, noticing that the stilettos from last night were still laid across the dining table in very much the same position he'd chosen to ignore them in. "Nothing's broken." He commented, turning back around and taking a long drag.

Bert's eyes widened as he fixated upon the object Gee held between his fingers. "Jesus Christ, it's what... ten in the morning and you're already smoking pot."

Gee simply shrugged in response. "Have a lot to think about." He added as an explanation, hiding his face behind the mug as he sipped away at the remaining coffee in his mug.

He thought about making himself another, but he really wasn't in the mood to move at all, until he'd finished this joint at the very least, and with the state that his housemate was in right now, it was becoming increasingly more unlikely that Bert would be in a good enough mood to make him another coffee.

"What? About that kid you boned last night?" Bert asked, chuckling to himself a little and not nearly as shocked as when he'd seen the two of them through the kitchen window last night - who knew midget Catholic school kids had a thing for greasy haired, technically homeless, cross dressers?

The word technically being used to highlight the fact that Gee's residence in Bert's house was in no way legal or even official by any means. The thing is, Bert had an awfully hard time saying no to Gee when he'd offered blowjobs as payment. The older man had turned a blind eye to the mild forms of prostitution and let his friend stay, but then of course, Gee got otherwise preoccupied, or perhaps gained some self respect and as much as Bert would hate to admit, even with the absence of blowjobs, the two of them are kind of stuck together.

"Frankie isn't a kid, Bert." Gee rolled his eyes, holding the joint a little outstretched as he tucked his dyed black hair behind his ears. "I know you have self esteem issues but that doesn't mean you need to convince yourself than I'm as messed up as that."

"Frankie." Bert snorted, making himself a coffee for the sole reason to piss off Gee, not actually liking coffee all that much, and really would have much preferred to have started his day off with some vodka, but as he'd found out, parties, or 'social gatherings' were very draining upon your alcohol supply.

"Frankie sounds like a fucking eight year old girl's name." He rolled his eyes at Gee, grabbing his coffee and kicking the stilettos off the dining table and sitting down at the end, putting his feet upon on the table as Gee turned around from where he sat on the breakfast bar, mildly amused at Bert's sloppy position. "He looks like a fucking eight year old girl too."

"If Frankie's a girl, then what the fuck am I?" Gee asked, finishing his coffee and sliding it along the table top, before jumping to his feet, joint still in hand as he practically strutted towards Bert.

"You're a slut, as your shirt so kindly reminds me." Bert smirked, watching as his housemate leaned back against the wall, smoking and watching him from a distance. "And you know, since I'm well aware of that, you should just take that shirt off, I'm sure there's something underneath I don't know quite as well."

"Fuck off, Bert." Gee rolled his eyes, sighing as he came to realise that he hadn't bothered to wipe his make up off last night and it had most probably sunken into his skin and thoroughly infected him by now.

"Loyal to little Frankie now already are we?" Bert smirked, amused by just how attached the guy got to people - perhaps that was why he still stuck around in this shitty bungalow.

Bert hated the fact that he lived in a bungalow - a fucking bungalow for Christ's sake! Who of any importance has ever lived in a bungalow ever? And to top that off, there's not one of his neighbours that aren't senior citizens, and seriously he's into older women, but not one's that are quite that old. He'd prefer his fucks to be able to remember his name when they're screaming it out.

"Can we drop the whole 'you're a creep' thing?" Gee let out a sigh, gesturing with his hands dramatically as he spoke and nearly dropping his joint in the process, which would have been really unfortunate for both Gee and the carpet, which still stunk of milk and lemons from very drunken incidents that neither resident would like to discuss or even remember at all.

"If you drop your little middle school boyfriend, then yes." Bert smirked, finishing his coffee and slamming the mug down against the table with considerable velocity. "I've missed you." He added, batting his eyelashes up at Gee.

"We're not a thing, Bert. Never were and never will be." Gee confirmed, smoking the end of his joint and considering getting another one, but that would require moving from the room, so he took a seat opposite Bert - pissing him off would have pretty much the same kind of calming effect.

"Exactly. I don't do things, honey." Bert grinned, far too pleased with the fact that Gee had sat down opposite him. "I do fucking hot things that little kids like him haven't a clue about." Bert ran his tongue over his lips as he spoke and Gee considered slapping him, but he didn't particularly fancy the idea of being literally homeless.

"I'm sure he's watched plenty of porn, don't worry." Gee added, actually completely unsure of his words, considering the fact that Frank was a little Catholic boy and during their little encounter last night, he had seemed pretty clueless about the whole endeavour, but pretty hot too - Gee'd give him that.

"He's like twelve." Bert snickered, brushing his hair from his face. "I don't think his little Catholic mummy would like that. Oh my god, Gee, you sicko, you're preying on the little Catholic boys - fucking creep - I told you." Bert nearly choked upon his laughter and that moment in time, Gee would have preferred that he actually did.

"He's at least sixteen. Probably older. I'll ask Lindsey, she'll know." Gee explained, blushing a little as he contemplated the fact that perfect little Frankie could be sixteen. He also thought it best that he didn't refer to him as little, as that was freaking him out a quite a lot by now.

"You don't even know, wow, Gee, fucking low, honey, fucking low." Bert chuckled, the situation amusing him to the point that Gee was seriously reconsidering that punching him in the face idea - he could always go live with Bob - he'd probably be too high to notice most of the time.

"Why do you care?" Gee spat, glaring at Bert with all his strength right now. "Are you jealous that I'm sucking someone else off these days, I'd bet you'd love my whore lips around that tiny little puny 'dick' of yours. I bet I could fit it all in half of my mouth. Here's a fact - I know for certain that little Frankie has a bigger fucking dick than you."

"You turned into a real asshole ever since you started wearing all that girl shit." Bert commented, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and watching Gee's jealous face with a particularly smug expression as he began to smoke the thing.

"I like dressing this way." Gee said, his voice suddenly growing very timid and far too quiet to match his personality from mere seconds ago. Anyone could tell that he didn't like talking about this; Bert, of course, could, but however did not care.

"What? Like a fucking transvestite?" Bert laughed - Gee did not. "When are you going to get some fucking tits bro? That I'll look forward to.”

"I'm- I'm... I'm not transgender, I don't want to be a girl as such, I don't want tits, I-" Gee stuttered over his words, suddenly wishing he'd had either the second coffee or the second joint, or most preferably - both.

"You just want to dress like a fucking pansy." Bert finished, getting up from the table and making his way over to the kitchen, certain they'd have some form of emergency alcohol somewhere, because seriously Gee was pissing him off by now.

"I just... I just want to look pretty." Gee tried to explain, following Bert into the kitchen in what was nothing other than an entirely stupid decision, but of course he continued nonetheless, because what else could he do. He lived with the guy, for fuck's sake.

"By wearing your ex-girlfriend's old clothes?" Bert snorted, eyebrows raising once again, returning from the cupboard with a smug expression and a bottle of gin in his left hand.

"Lindsey and I didn't date, Bert-" Gee attempted to explain, but of course, since this what Bert whatever argument he put forth yielded no response whatsoever, well at least, none of a positive nature. Not that anything that left Bert's lip was positive at all. "I just lived with her for a while, you know, after it happened."

"Classy, Gerard, classy."

Gee went paler than his natural tone at the use of his real name, it bringing back nothing other than entirely bad memories. "Please, Bert, don't call me that."

Bert simply snickered in response, "sorry, Gerard, couldn't hear you. That lipstick's muffling the sounds coming from your lips. And you know what I think that miniskirt from last night has something to do with it. Fucking pansy."

"Shut the fuck up, Robert." Gee didn't want to go to measures as bad as Bert's, especially when he knew what connotations that name held to him, but sometimes there was no other way to make the guy shut up, and he hated just who he sounded like when he let that thought slip through his head.

"You know what he did. You know he only ever called me that when, when he was 'disciplining me'. Some fucking discipline. And yet you still-" Bert words were cut off as he took a swig from the bottle of gin, downing just about half of it in one go, which even Gee reckoned wasn't healthy and he was starting his day with some drugs and a coffee blacker than his soul.

"Only my parents called me that, and you know what they were like too. I'm sorry, I just, Bert, you don't shut up. I like the way I dress and it gives me confidence - I feel good. And I like Frankie, I like him a lot, and I'm going to go round to see Lindsey and ask her if she can get Jamia to get us in contact. Because you know what, maybe you should put the needs of others before the needs of your dick."

"Fine." Bert sighed, taking another swig - the gin calming him down a little, but fucking up his throat in the process - ah, well, who ever needed a throat. "Just please, Gee, remember that you're twenty five, if he's any younger than sixteen, that's a ten year age gap."

"I know." Gee nodded, smiling, and grabbing his phone from where it was charging on the side. "He's probably older than sixteen anyway. I reckon he & Jamia are in the same year, and I know Lindsey's younger than me, only by like three years, but she wouldn't date a fifteen or sixteen year old."

"She has more common sense that you." Bert added his spin upon it, finishing the bottle of gin, and preparing to spend his day doing nothing but smoking weed and jacking off, which sounded pretty good and he may as well invite Bob round to keep him company in the process. Not that he particularly wanted Bob to watch him wank off or anything - the guy would probably give him free weed if he gave him free porn - that's all.

"Whatever, dude." Gee let out a sigh, making his way through the hall and into his bedroom, staring at his pile of suitable outdoor wear in dismay, making a mental reminder that he needed to ask Lindsey for some more girl jeans, because he may be proud of the way he looked, but despite his confidence, he still wasn't fully comfortable with wearing things like shockingly short miniskirts out of the house.

He eventually opted for the one pair of girl jeans he had, ignoring the fact that they hadn't been washed in days and squeezing in his stomach as he pulled them on, deciding it best that he changed his shirt, and opted for a Smiths shirt, wearing it in honour of stupid little Catholic boys that better be at least sixteen.

He touched up his lipstick and ran a brush through his hair before he left, deciding that his eyeliner looked best smudged to hell anyway. He just had to hope he didn't run into anyone dressed like this, especially not his parents.

-

Gee didn't like to say he had issues with leaving the house, but when he spent most of his time in Bert's grotty bungalow, and was now only venturing out in search of fucking Frankie, whom he didn't even know the surname of, Gee would say that perhaps leaving the house on regular occasion was perhaps not his strong point.

There was just the very frightening fact that if his highly Catholic parents ever saw him again, let alone walking around with fucking lipstick on, he'd most likely be shot upon the spot, and really he was just glad he managed to get out of there, even if the experience hadn't been exactly enjoyable by any means whatsoever.

Gee had never agreed with any of the shit that they'd preached into him from a sickeningly young age - he didn't believe in God at all, and they didn't like that at all, and when he turned out to be a massive fucking homo, that was just fucking wonderful. Honestly, they didn't approve of his music taste, his interest in art and not any other subjects, his feminine appearance (even then, god forbid they saw him now), or even his common sense and simple fucking belief in equality.

Mikey had always been the fucking perfect little brother, and part of Gee hoped that they'd be taking out their dark side on him now they were gone, and that fucking little Mikey wouldn't be so fucking perfect anymore, but even Gee knew that that was horrible thing to wish upon someone, even someone he'd grown to hate.

He assumed that Mikey went to the same school as Jamia and Frank. He chuckled to himself, wondering what the two parties would make of each other and guessing instantly that they could of course be nothing more than worst enemies - Mikey and him were complete opposites, and Frank was definitely on his end of the spectrum.

Gee kind of secretly hoped that Frank had some guts on him so that he could find some excuse for him to punch Mikey right in the fucking face some day.

He of course discarded of that thought pretty much the instant it came to his mind, and luckily for him, Lindsey's house grew near, a long with heating, coffee, contact to Frank, and some good fucking jeans, because these ones were really starting to stink by now.

He also kind of wanted Lindsey to buy him some panties, considering that boxers and miniskirts weren't the best of fits, and as he had discovered last night, going commando was only good in certain situations, and he hoped those situations continued to involve Frank.

-

"You look high and it's what? Midday?" Lindsey let out a sigh, her eyes fixated upon Gee's red and puffy ones as he stood at her doorstep. She was reluctant to let him in in this state, but Gee was most certainly a special case, and considering that she knew his parents had kicked him out, she really couldn't leave him there.

Gee was certainly acting a hell of a lot more confident these days - that was for certain, and as much as Lindsey hated to admit, it wasn't just the clothes he'd been borrowing from her, which was really no issue at all, and she was in fact more than happy to provide him with them if they boosted his confidence to this extent, but it was very much the alcohol and drugs too.

She couldn't directly hate him for it, because even at the age of twenty five, Gee acted rather like an awkward teenager, and she knew that was due to the fact that with the parents he'd had he was only just allowed to discover himself, and she just had to push aside her worries and assume he was going through that rebellious stage, but at the age of twenty five.

Her main concern was Bert - the guy was nice enough, letting Gee stay with him, because as much as Lindsey would love to let him live with her, her house was tiny and she didn't have the room or the money to cater for a second individual, and see knew very much that if she was living with him, she'd be acting like his mother twenty four seven. Bert was just nothing short of a bad influence upon him, with the drugs and shit, and his attitude, even Lindsey knew, was not of the best kind.

Gee seemed to be alright though, a little stoned, but generally alright. These days, she was just making sure that he was happy - she never wanted either of them to have to relive just how bad Gee had been when he'd first gotten kicked out, and honestly she was just glad that he'd been sleeping on the streets outside her place, because otherwise, the chance that he would be dead by now was unfortunately high.

"Hey..." Gee sighed, brushing his hair behind his ear, and pushing past Lindsey as he made himself comfortable in her living room, sprawling out across the sofa that he usually claimed - something which by now Lindsey had gotten used to.

"You want coffee?" She asked, peering her head around the doorway, examining his laid out form with a sigh.

"When don't I?" Gee added, his voice and tone just a little sour for Lindsey's liking and she made a mental note to put sugar in his coffee. He never took it with sugar, but she knew that the effects of sugar upon Gee were both extremely useful and terribly dangerous.

Gee hadn't moved when Lindsey walked back in with two coffees - the black one, secretly spiked with just a little sugar for him, and a milky one for herself - she could barely stomach anything before about three in the afternoon.

He did of course perk up as soon as the smell of coffee hit his nose, and Lindsey was left to watch in amusement as his figure jolted up, taking the coffee in his hand and taking far too big of a mouthful at once, and resulting in him burning his tongue, and then swearing excessively.

"Fuck that coffee, god." He sighed, pushing it back down onto the coffee table and leaning back, almost scowling at the thing a little.

"Let me guess," Lindsey began, her lips drawing up into a grin. "You're here because you want to steal some more of my clothes." She appreciated his presence of course, but there was a recurring pattern in the fact that whenever Gee visited her, he never left empty handed, and she was having to spend an awful amount on clothes these days and she began to wonder why she didn't just buy him exactly what he wanted, instead of him scavenging through her old shit.

"No, actually... I'm not... well not entirely..." He bit his lip, blushing a little as he remembered the panties, and just how awkward it was to ask for something like that, but really no one knew him and understood him like Lindsey Ballato. "I... uhh... need some... I..." Gee collapsed into a blush and Lindsey looked him up and down, before coming to a sudden realisation.

"You want me to buy you some panties, don't you...?" She took the words from his lips and in the silence he eventually pulled his gaze back up to meet hers, his face matching the red tones of his lipstick in a way that definitely didn't compliment his outfit.

"Yeah... I... uhh... it's just the miniskirts and yeah... I..." He mumbled, kind of wishing he could just kill himself right now.

"Gee, it's fine, I guessed this was going to happen at some point." She hit him with a reassuring smile, and Gee resorted to burying his blush in the still piping hot mug of coffee.

"Also... I, do you know Jamia's friend from last night, I-"

Lindsey's eyes widened and she started giggling like a maniac. "Oh my god you've finally found someone and it's Frank fucking Iero from the Catholic school."

Iero. Gee thought to himself, that really did fit - Frank Iero. Frank Iero-Way- Let's not go there. Not quite yet anyway, Gee reckoned.

"He's perfect, fuck... I... know he's so much younger than me, but I just get this feeling when I look at him and oh my god. He's just beautiful, and he's just everything." Gee blushed, his mind flickering back to yesterday as he took the opportunity to remind himself of just how much he wanted that to happen again.

"What the hell happened between you two?" Lindsey asked, eyebrows raised, her face contorting into a typical motherly expression. "I hope you didn't fuck - he's seventeen, you know. That's eight years." She emphasised, ignoring the fact that Gee acted like a fucking fifteen year old.

"He's seventeen, fuck." He let out a sigh, falling back against the sofa. "Bert said I couldn't date him if he was any younger than sixteen. I thought he would be just a little bit older though, he feels older in a way - he like The Smiths and he didn't care about the miniskirt, he's just so fucking perfect."

"Can we cut down on the lovesick puppy bullshit if possible, Gee?" She let out a sigh, knowing far too well that she was exactly the same when she met Jamia at the skate park with Jimmy, except Jamia was eighteen and therefore their relationship was technically legal, and unlike Gee, she was only twenty two. "What happened between you two, though?"

"I sucked him off, and he gave me a handjob." Gee admitted, blushing a little at thought and trying his best not to get a fucking semi whilst his best friend was in the room, especially when she knew just as well as him that the cause was Frank fucking Iero.

"In the miniskirt..." Lindsey put two and two together and let out a sigh. "I'm buying you panties for Frank Iero, aren't I?" She looked up at him with these 'don't fucking bullshit me you ass' eyes, and Gee couldn't help but shift awkwardly in his seat.

"Maybe..." He croaked out and Lindsey rolled her eyes. "You're still getting me them though, aren't you?" He added, his voice growing very quiet and just so fucking awkward, because right now he kind of felt like burying himself alive.

"Yeah, if you stick around."

"What?"

"Jamia's coming around later and she's bringing Frank, because he doesn't want to go to watch the netball game after school with his friends. At first, you know, I was pissed off with that, but now things have taken a positive turn, don't you think, Gee?"

-

"Whatever over the top lesbian action you're forced into experiencing is of your own accord, because remember, I'm doing you a favour by getting you out of Mikey's daily 'Alicia's Ass Appreciation Appointment'. You don't have to be here, Frank." Jamia reminded him as they turned onto Lindsey's street, which thankfully for Frank's legs, as they had endured what he assumed to be marathon training in sport last lesson, was barely ten minutes away from school.

"You think I want to look at Alicia in a miniskirt for an hour." Frank snorted, the face of someone he'd really like to look at in a miniskirt flashing across his mind. However if him and Gee were alone with that miniskirt, Frank really doubted that he'd last an hour without fucking him or something.

"I wouldn't mind that." Jamia commented, smirking just a little and tugging at her school skirt, and just hating how the both of them were still in fucking Catholic school uniform, well she'd pulled up her skirt considerably, and had changed into a pair of converse from her sports kit, ditching her blazer and tie in the process and untucking her shirt, and undoing just enough buttons that the view of her chest would instantly give Mikey Way an orgasm if he saw her.

"I feel so awkward in this shit." She let out a sigh, glancing at Frank, who at the very least had managed to get away with wearing skinny jeans to school for far too long - how he'd managed this at a fucking Catholic school was completely beyond her knowledge, and quite honestly, Frank wasn't too sure either, but he seriously was not going to risk jinxing it.

"Me too, and I need a fucking smoke." Frank snapped, not having smoked all day, and was now going through withdrawal symptoms that were most certainly unhealthy for a seventeen year old. He tugged at his school tie, loosening it a little and genuinely considering ditching the thing in a drain or something, but he didn't particularly fancy the detention tomorrow.

"I told you, I finished mine." Jamia let out a sigh, functioning quite perfectly without having a cigarette since lunch.

"Whatever." Frank shrugged, and Jamia pressed her finger against the doorbell, watching Frank scowl to himself as she waited.

"Hey!" Lindsey exclaimed, pulling the door open and glancing between the two teenagers, kissing Jamia quickly before inviting them both in, and Frank watched with a nicotine deprived, and mildly jealously driven, scowl as Lindsey and Jamia joined hands and he followed them into the living room.

And that was when Frank realised that perhaps he wasn't just missing a smoke; perhaps he was missing a certain someone in a miniskirt too.

Needless to say, as Frank Iero followed them into the living room and his eyes fell upon Gee smoking complacently in the sofa across the room, he died more than just a little inside.

"Oh, yeah this asshole's here - I hope you don't mind." Lindsey offered as explanation and Gee dragged his gaze up, awkwardly meeting Frank's, and the school tie hitting him just as instantly as the cigarette had hit Frank.

"Fuck, please tell me you'll let me bum a smoke." Frank practically begged, going weak inside and he wasn't sure whether it was from the cigarette he held in his hand, or Gee himself.

"Didn't know you smoked." Gee commented, trying not exclaim aloud that his perfect guy had suddenly become all the more perfect and in fact all the more in his vicinity. Frank shrugged in response, blushing a little. "But yeah, sure." He grabbed a cigarette from the packet in his jeans and held it out to Frank, who felt as if the whole world had stopped as walked around to Gee and their fingers brushed as he retrieved the cigarette.

Fuck.

"Put it in your mouth - I'll light it for you." Frank blushed like fuck, wishing he could have something else entirely in his mouth, but complied and as Gee stood up, bringing the lighter to the smoke between Frank's lips, he was sure he would have fucking kissed him if lesbian central weren't on the sofa behind them.

And it certainly didn't help when Gee sat back down next to Frank with absolutely no space between the two of them whatsoever. Frank's dick, however, really did disagree, and even reckoned that perhaps this was just the best idea he'd ever had.

"He's been bitching at me all day because he hasn't had one since yesterday and has the brain of a forty year old chain smoker." Jamia added, rolling her eyes, somehow being the only one unaware to the intense sexual tension in the room right now.

"It's not my fault the shitty off license that didn't ask for I.D. got shut down, is it?" Frank sighed, leaning back against the sofa, but missing and ending up leaning against Gee, his heart stopping for a moment before he reckoned that it would be more awkward if he moved.

"Hey." Gee poked him, holding out a full packet of Marlboro and passing it to Frank. "I can get some whenever I want - it's fine." Frank couldn't quite believe his luck, because fuck, not only did Gee look like sin itself in a miniskirt, and like The Smiths, but he was happy to give him free smokes, and Frank made a mental note to marry this guy in future.

"Fuck, I love you, dude." The words slipped from Frank's mouth before he could quite realise just what he'd said, and silence fell over the room as they shared a particularly awkward blush and Frank occupied himself with pushing the packet into the pocket of his jeans.

"Dude, you're fucking lucky - he gave you them for free and I have to pay Ray's brother fucking double, fuck man." Jamia sighed, snuggling up against Lindsey who was sharing very interesting glances with Gee from across the room.

"Does everyone smoke at fucking Catholic school? What the hell?" Gee exclaimed, giggling a little, and leaning just a little into Frank in the process in a not quite so accidental manner.

"Nah, Frankie and I just bonded over our knowledge of the only place to smoke at that place without getting caught." Jamia explained, watching the two of them with increasing suspicion, and she knew Frank would be an idiot if he wasn't expecting the endless interrogation that was bound to occur on the walk home.

"You know all I want to do with my life is set up a fucking off license where kids can get their smokes and shit when they need them because fuck, today has not been fun." Frank exclaimed, finishing his (well, Gee's) cigarette and not hesitating to start the new box he'd given him.

"So basically you want to be Bob Bryar?" Lindsey asked, giggling just a little. "No joke - that's exactly what he told the career's advisor, and he nearly got arrested for it too."

"Fuck, I'm so going to befriend him." Frank was suddenly so fucking glad that he'd gone along to this fucking 'social gathering' with Jamia yesterday.

"I thought you were getting them off me." Gee pouted, looking across at Frank in mock offensive and badly hidden jealousy. "I'm getting you them for free, too."

"For free?" Frank raised his eyebrows, knowing far too well by now that nothing in the world was free, but then again Gee was nothing like anyone he'd ever seen before. "Are you serious? Why?"

"Because, Frank Iero," He grinned, loving the way his full name sounded, "I like you."

Frank giggled, not even bothering to hide his blush this time, "Maybe, Gee..." He paused realising he didn't even know this guy's last name and he was already practically head over heels for him.

"Way. Gee Way." He finished for him.

"I like you too."

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Hey guys:) So yeah, I seem to be doing alright at updating this story without a scheduele, and I guess I'll sort something out when school starts, but right now I'm just writing a bit of this when I have some free time which seems to be working alright actually.

So yeah, if you enjoyed, I always appreciate your comments and votes. Love you all<3