CARLA TOOK ANOTHER ADVIL AT LUNCH.

The bell taking her from fourth period to lunch was practically the Wheeler's saving grace. Despite promising herself she would, she hadn't ended up taking an Advil after the pep rally, instead assuming she could wait it out. 

Well, she couldn't. The dull throbbing turned into an intense pounding until all she could think about was the aching in her skull. And, while they'd been happening for long enough to where Carla had grown slightly used to the feeling, it didn't mean it wasn't wearing her down.

Sitting through classes with a constant interruption in her head wasn't her favorite thing to do.

So, when the bell rang for lunch, Carla barely waited for Robin before heading towards her locker, the Buckley having no choice but to follow. Students flooded the halls—the lunch bell was a feeling of relief for many—the Wheeler navigating past clumps fleeing out doors to reach her locker.

"You're in a rush." Robin notices, coming to a halt as the Wheeler comes in front of her locker. She watches as Carla twists the lock faster than the Buckley can even process before whipping open her locker. Sarcastically, the blonde comments, "Meeting Steve in the bathroom before lunch? Because after that wonderful conversation in the car, I wouldn't be surprised."

She wishes.

 Shooting Robin a wry smile as she grabbed the Advil from the top shelf of her locker, Carla dryly replies, "Very funny, Robin."

"I'm just being honest. You guys are weird." the Buckley shrugs, watching as the Wheeler girl poured two Advil in her palm—she'd watched Carla do this for the past two weeks, and she was growing a little curious on why the girl as spending her afternoons taking pain relievers. "No, but seriously. What's up?"

"Headaches." Carla casually replied.  Just like she'd stopped telling Steve, the Wheeler also hadn't been telling Robin about anything—she hadn't really been telling anyone about anything. 

She trusted them, but a headache was nothing to worry anyone over, especially when the Wheeler was handling it herself. All she needed was a bottle of Advil and she was fine. 

Robin furrows her brows, "Headaches?"

"Yeah. I've gotten headaches every day for a little while now." Carla doesn't need to go into detail, briefly explaining so the Buckley didn't get on her about it. "Some of them hurt like hell, so I take Advil, as you can see." 

Carla placed the two pills into her mouth, not even hesitating before dry swallowing.

"Every day?" Robin raises a brow before suggesting, "Maybe you should tell someone. Like Steve."

Carla replies, "I told Steve."

"Told ?"

"I stopped telling him, a week or so ago." Carla doesn't remember when she stopped, but after many days of headaches and complaining to the Harrington, she stopped seeing a point in it. Why bother him with her problems when she could take an Advil and fix it for a few hours by herself? 

"Correct me if I'm wrong because I'm a know-nothing about relationships, but isn't the main point to tell the truth to the other person?" Robin leans her head against the locker beside Carla's, making eye contact with the girl. 

"I mean, yeah, but—"

Mike Wheeler interrupts the conversation.

Rushing up to his sister, looking rather panicked, Mike lets out an exclaim, "There you are! Holy shit, I just walked around the whole school looking for you."

Carla shuts her locker, "What's up?"

"I need a huge favor from you." 

"Let me guess..." the Wheeler already knows what he's going to ask her—Lucas couldn't be at the D&D campaign, they needed an extra person, and Carla happened to know a little about the game. "You want me to sub in for Lucas during the campaign tonight, no?"

A smile almost graces the Wheeler boy's face, "So you'll do it?" 

"No." Carla hums, watching as Mike's face dropped once more. Beside her, Robin stifled a laugh at the way she denied her younger brother so quickly. 

Mike tries to reason, "But, Carla—it's Eddie's last campaign and you at least know something about D&D. Please." 

"I'm sorry, but still no." Carla replies. Not only was she simply not in the mood to spend her night playing D&D of all things, she had plans. She'd gotten tickets to go to the championship with Steve, and when Lucas asked, she'd promised she'd be there. 

Unlike her brother, she wasn't going to miss out Lucas' game for D&D

Annoyed and disappointed he'd have to ask someone else to fill in, Mike sends her a look, "You know, you can blow Steve off once in a while."

"I'm actually going to go to the basketball game for Lucas." Carla states, sending her brother a look—he should be too. She crosses her arms around her figure, still eyeing him. "And I don't know how many times I can tell you that you should be too."

Mike looks down at his feet to avoid his sister's gaze, "Carla, if I could—"

"Mike, you've gone to like, one game. This is the championship. You know it would mean the world to Lucas if he you and Dustin, or even just you there." the Wheeler tries to reason with the boy. She knows she can't force him to do anything, but she can picture the smile on Lucas' face by seeing his friends there. 

Ever since Lucas joined the basketball team, she's sensed the small amount of distance that had grown between trio—Will and El being in California and Max distancing herself surely wasn't helping.

 The Party was beginning to split, seeking different interests. One was sliding towards sports and the populars while the other two stayed locked in their childhood fantasy game with the so-called freaks. 

And while Carla assumes that it's simply a part of them growing up.....she's sure that something could be healed if they just supported one another. 

Lucas had asked Dustin and Mike to come to his games since day one, even if he was a bench warmer and the only ones who ever showed were Carla and Steve. Carla saw him look in the crowd every time and it always made her frown the way his face fell when he saw neither of his two best friends cheering him on. 

Mike still doesn't look up at his sister and Carla softens her tone, "Eddie can't be that scary, Mike. If he's really your and Lucas' friend, he should understand and postpone the campaign. It's not Lucas' fault that this game has been scheduled since school started."

Mike knows his sister has a point, but she didn't know Eddie. He was a friend, someone who should understand, but he was also very serious about campaigns and wouldn't find it funny in the slightest if the Wheeler asked to postpone the game because of basketball. He'd get mad and the last thing Mike wanted was to be on Eddie Munson's bad side.

"Just talk to him, okay? You guys forget that you can try and talk about things." Carla knows she can't be speaking about talking about things when she won't tell people her own problems. 

Mike concedes lowly, "Okay." 

"Okay." Carla mimics his tone of voice. She nods to Robin, ushering the girl to follow her. "I'm gonna go to lunch. Love you."

Under his breath, the Wheeler boy repeats the phrase, "Love you too."

She sends him a final glance before heading off towards the cafeteria, Robin at her side. The Buckley looks impressed as she states, "You really know how to talk to them." 

"I've been babysitting him, Lucas, and Dustin since like.....forever." Carla turns the corner to reach the cafeteria doors. Her eyes scan through, noticing the different cliques and friend groups sitting with one another—geeks, freaks, band kids, theater kids, jocks, cheerleaders all in their respective tables socializing with only each other. "If they listen to anyone, it's me." 

Carla steps away from the Buckley and allows the blonde to enter the lunch line. She moves towards the exit door and leans against it, waiting for Robin to exit—the Wheeler herself wasn't terribly hungry, even if she should be eating more with how much Aspirin and headache relievers she took.

Steve will probably have something she can eat when he gets her, or something waiting at Family Video. Or she'll steal of Robin's plate, though she's not sure what the school provides is truly edible. 

Robin pops out of the door and starts walking through the cafeteria, holding a tray of slightly deformed chicken nuggets, corn, a carton of milk and a banana. "It actually looks okay today." 

"Very fine cuisine." Carla hums sarcastically, following after the blonde. 

Suddenly, a booming voice takes the two girls away from their conversation and towards a certain boy.

"As long as you're into band, or science, or....parties." Eddie Munson's voice echoes through the cafeteria, gaining the attention of everyone. Carla furrows her brows as he stands on the lunch table, sneakers barely missing the trays of food sitting atop it as he walks, though was it really an unusual sight? Eddie was always doing something to make a scene. "Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!"

Someone yells out a snip, "Loser!"

Jason stands up—all high and mighty, as always—and stares down the so-called freak; like he was going to do anything to Eddie's confident persona and 'I don't give a shit' attitude. "You want something, freak?!" 

Eddie raises his hands over his head, fingers extending outwards to mimic horns. He sticks his tongue out at the jock, waiting for Jason to turn away before treading back down to his end of the table.

"How much weed has he had today?" Robin lowly remarks, continuing to walk forward as the Munson grows quiet. The Wheeler girl manages a light smile, continuing to walk forward with the Buckley.

Carla assumes his tangent be done, but slightly flinches as he jumps off the table, cornering an passer-bier as she tries to find her lunch table. " —killing the kids!" 

The girl flinches before running off, earning a chuckle from the Munson boy and the rest of his Hellfire Club—Dustin and Mike included. The Wheeler and Buckley walk in front of Eddie's table, the Munson boy stepping back, outstretching his arm and bowing his head for them to pass by.

Carla looks towards Dustin and Mike, making eye contact with her brother. With her eyes she tried to signal 'Talk to him'. 

She hopes he listens. 

Basketball had never really been Carla's thing—sports as a whole, truly. 

In middle school, she'd played softball for a short time and while she hadn't been great, she hadn't sucked either. She had the athleticism in her, but Carla never truly got into the games. She was simply there, hitting at the ball instead of going for the home-run. 

Carla understood the premises and rules, the general idea of different sports—she knew what was happening and why—but that was about it. She didn't care for any of the school-based sports, nor did she show spirit by being there; rarely did Hawkins High ever win shit. 

But, then Carla dated Steve—gem on the sports team for not only what he did, but for the crowds he managed to draw because of his status. To be supportive, she went to as many swim meets and basketball games as she could convince her mother or Jonathan to drive her too; cheered and clapped when the team won, or Steve did something good; kissed him just as hard as she did when he won when he lost. 

Carla did the same thing for the remainder of the '84 school year after she'd gotten back together with the boy, but returning to school for her senior year without him left the Wheeler no reason to continue showing up to school games.

 Robin, playing in the band at any school event, didn't need Carla the way Steve wanted her there whenever he played. And even if she wanted too, Carla didn't really have anyone to go with—Jonathan, El, and Will were in California, Nancy was already at the game documenting for the school paper, Robin was in the band, Mike and Dustin always had Hellfire and Max was rarely seen outside school hours by anyone. 

Then came Lucas Sinclair sprinting up to Carla during her lunch to tell her that he'd made the Hawkins High basketball team.

The Wheeler still didn't care about the sport, but she'd sure as hell show up for Lucas; whether or not he asked her to come.

 And she did—she kept updated on the game schedule, going to as many games as she could that worked around her work schedule, apologizing to the Sinclair when Marissa couldn't cover her shift; though, Marissa was a very lenient boss and usually let the Wheeler go under the promise that she'd return for a later shift or another hour on the weekened. 

Even though Lucas was a bench warmer for as many games as Carla could remember, the Wheeler still knew it meant a lot to him seeing a familiar face in the crowd—that someone other than his parents cared that he was finding his way in high school.

So, when Lucas asked her if she wanted to come to the championship game, Carla was quick to snatch two tickets and promise him she'd show up.

And here Carla Wheeler was, holding on to Steve Harrington's hand as he led into the gymnasium for the championship game of the season.

Having Steve as a boyfriend gave Carla an immediate plus one to all games. The Harrington practically lived through his girlfriend when it came to the sports team, joining her to every game to not only see Lucas— whom he'd given a few pointers too over the season—but see how the Hawkins High Tigers were doing ever since he left, which, much to his dismay, was fucking fabulous. 

The bleachers are filled on both sides of the gym, one half holding Hawkins High students while the other held the other teams supporters. Signs of support for the Tigers were hung around the gym, the Hawkins side cheering and hollering as the basketball team warmed up. The band was blasting a peppy tune to up the gym's atmosphere—which, in Carla's opinion, was already hyped enough. 

Steve leads her up the bleachers, managing to squeeze himself and her near the top beside the band. The couple walked in right on time as both teams retreated to their sides of the gym, an announcer walking to the middle of the gym, setting up a microphone in front of him.

"Everyone now, please rise for our national anthem." The man states. Carla never had time to sit down in the first place and stays on her feet, lightly shifting back and forth on them. "Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson!"

A blonde girl with a frilly pink dress comes out, waving to the crowd with her little lace gloves. Carla recalls the girl as one of the many who'd been infatuated with Steve when he was so called 'King Steve'.She'd also been one of the many girls who tried to figure out why the hell Steve Harrington would ever go out with Carla Wheeler of all people. 

 Carla brings her hands together to clap out of respect with a blank expression, Steve's jaw dropping in surprise as he looked to the side—the Wheeler assumes he's trying to find Robin within the band kids.

Tammy walks up to the microphone still smiling brightly as ever, the Hawkins section yelling in support of their formal popular girl, who'd now gone big in Nashville—though had she really gone big? Or just escaped Hawkins unlike most? 

"O, say can you see." Tammy began, Carla putting her hand over her heart. The microphone responds to her voice with an array of feedback, "'By the dawn's early light..." 

Steve slowly turns his head to the band again and the Wheeler winces, the feedback beginning to trigger the migraine she'd just gotten to go away a few hours ago—way to go, Tammy.

Another thing Carla recalled about Tammy Thompson? As much as she sang around the school, she wasn't that good. Her voice never hit the notes the way it was supposed to, and she held herself with so much confidence, her note-slips sounded worse than they truly were because you expected so much more.

This performance wasn't much better, her voice coming out slightly off-key as she proceeds her rendition of the National Anthem. "What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight—"

"Jesus..." Carla mutters, Tammy's voice continuing to ring throughout the gym. Could she not find the right pitch?

Steve hears her words and leans in to reply, "Me and Robin said she sounded like a Muppet."

Carla couldn't judge on singing, but Steve was right.  She did sound like a Muppet. "You think she'd be good from all the singing she did in Click's class."

"And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air—"

Steve shakes his head, "Hm, guess not." 

The song seems to drag on and on in an off-pitch mess, but finally the girl finishes. The crowd erupts in applause and the blonde waves to everyone as she exits. 

Carla gives a few claps to act like she'd enjoyed the performance, though her eyes squeeze shut for a split second as the pounding against her skull grows with the sudden spike in noise.

"You okay?" Steve glances at the girl, noticing her expression.

Carla opens her eyes at his voice, giving a quick hum of reassurance. "Mhm."

Steve isn't stupid. Sure, he failed some classes in high school and maybe he doesn't have the most knowledge in his brain, but he knows what really matters—he pays attention to what really matters. And that includes his girlfriend.

He paid attention to Carla more than he thinks the Wheeler realizes, so yes he noticed how off she'd been the past few weeks.

Steve noticed how low the Advil and Tylenol bottles sitting in his bathroom cabinet were for only two people living in the house, not to mention within a month; he'd noticed how many times a week he woke up in the middle of the night to find Carla elsewhere in the house; the way she sometimes winced in pain during a hangout, only to reassure she was fine.

Sure it could be stress over college essays and finals, and maybe a week  of her 'offness' could be blamed on her 'time of the month' but Steve knew something was wrong.

He knew that she'd experienced headaches and nightmares a few weeks ago, but she'd stopped talking about them and he assumed they'd disappeared, yet.....with how odd she'd been acting, he couldn't help but start to feel that she was lying. Lying so he didn't worry, so she could suffer by herself.

They were past the point of lying, but that didn't make Steve worried she was. He knew his girlfriend and it wasn't out of character for her to be lying about what was happening within her to keep him and everyone else happy. 

Steve furrows his brows, "You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Carla replies, looking out towards the gymnasium to avoid eye contact with her boyfriend—in reality, she wants medicine to stop her headache. She suddenly spots Lucas in the line of basketball players below, the Sinclair looking behind him into the crowd for familiar faces. "Hey, look, there's Lucas—"

She manages a warm smile at the boy, but she knows that she's not the familiar face he's looking for.

The basketball players start to fill the court and Steve can't press anymore as the game starts.

A referee stands in the middle of the court, all team members taking their position around him. A whistle is blown and the man tosses a basketball into the air, a Hawkins High teammate flicking the ball right over to Jason with ease. 

Jason catches it and the crowd cheers, cheerleaders beginning a small, 'Push 'em back defense! Push 'em back!' chant. He dribbles it down the court and passes it to fellow Tiger, Patrick, so he can maneuver around his defense. Once to the side, Patrick throws the ball back to Jason who shoots and scores the ball into the hoop rather easily.

Applause rang through the gym yet again, Carla clapping along.

The rest of the game continues like that, each team scoring every few minutes, Jason taking most of the baskets for the Tigers, as he always did. Carla zones out amongst the game—she was here for Lucas, and until she saw his figure on the field, she didn't care—and allows her boyfriend to enjoy the sport.

God, her headaches seemed to be getting worse. Each day, Carla couldn't help but notice the way the pounding got worse and worse, even with medicine she took daily. Why, she didn't know—maybe Steve was right and she was stressing too much and that was it— but she was truly growing sick of it. 

Carla wanted to go and take an Advil from her locker now, but she couldn't leave. If Lucas was in and she went out, she'd—

"—he's in!" 

Carla comes out of her head as Steve's voice echoes through her head—she'd missed all but two words. "What?"

"Lucas is in." the Harrington's eyes are locked on the court, a small smile upturning on his lips—Steve would never admit to anyone but he did love those kids. Seeing Lucas on the court made him feel happy. "He's in the game." 

The Wheeler guffaws, "Wait, seriously?" 

Lucas had rarely been in a game all season. There was no way. 

"Look for yourself, baby." Steve replies.

Carla manages a real smile as she watches Lucas rip off his tracksuit, jogging onto the court—another player is helped off, clearly injured. 

For the remainder of the game, Lucas stays in. Carla forgets about her headache and for the first time in forever, she gets her head into the game and locks in. Her eyes stay on the Sinclair boy for most of it, watching as he dribbles and catches, passing to Jason—she's sure that's how the coach and Jason like it, the Carver having made majority of the baskets that night.

When he scores a basket of his own, the Wheeler smiles even brighter. 

Hawkins High and the other team end up in a close game, each team scoring back to back. Steve has started yelling out, stressed that the Tigers wouldn't win. The clock ticked down, the other team leading by a mere point.

Carla feels herself tensing as Jason calls a timeout with ten seconds left. She's never been so involved in a game, but now, she felt like the Tigers had to win the championship—she'd feel shitty if Lucas was in the game just to lose. 

"Someone's invested," Steve chuckles, looking at the girlfriend. Even when she went for him when they were originally together, he never saw her looking this tense. 

Carla rolls her eyes as the players re-position, "Shut up." 

Someone throws Jason the ball, and he immediately shoots it. The teams circle around the basket, watching as the basketball bounces against the rim and out into the court again. Right into Lucas' hold. 

"Holy shit!" the Wheeler exclaims, hand gripping on to Steve's arm as she watched the scene unfold. 

The Sinclair darts away from the hoop, dribbling to the three point line. With a second left on the clock, Lucas takes the weak chance he has and leaps into the air, shooting the ball towards the basket. 

The buzzer rings through the gymnasium as the ball is let into the air, signaling the end of the game. Steve and Carla get on their feet, the rest of the Hawkins crowd doing the same as their eyes widened in shock and hope, body's tense in anticipation.

This was it. Either Lucas made the shot and won the championship, or missed and they lost. 

The ball teases the audience, bouncing between the rim for what felt like an eternity before falling right through the hoop, scoring the final points of the night—the winning points.

At once the gymnasium erupts with an array of cheers and hollers. Carla lets out what feels like her first real laugh in a while, clapping her hands together in utter excitement and pride—she even starts slightly jumping from where she was, simply happy

She didn't care that Hawkins High won the championship, she cared that Lucas scored the winning goal. Not Jason, Lucas. 

"I knew he had it in him!" Steve cheers, practically vibrating excitement. 

The team runs up around Lucas, patting him on the back and lifting the boy into the air. Coaches and some of the student body surround him, helping him soak in the glory of what he'd just done as they chant his name. Someone in from the school newspaper snaps an image of the scene. Airhorns echo through the gym. 

After a few moments, the crowd begins to file out of the gym, the players and cheerleaders returning to their locker rooms. Carla takes Steve's hand and the two follow the bustling teenagers out of the gym to the parking lot. The Harrington's BMW is blended into all the other parked cars, but it doesn't matter at the moment as the couple stands and waits to visit Lucas before they leave.

"I can't believe he just won that." the Wheeler states, watching as the basketball team starts to come out of the school, sporting normal attire and their bags. The parking lot is just as loud as the gym, teens still making noises of excitement. "He's going to be so fucking happy."

Steve nods, squeezing her hand. "He deserves to be. Kid just won the championship." 

Lucas is laughing and accepting pats on the back and comments of ovation, giant smile plastered on his face. This is why Carla was so supportive of him joining basketball, unlike her brother and Dustin—he was happy. The one thing they all deserved to find after everything that had happened.

The Sinclair's face lights up even further when he spots Carla and Steve waiting for him and he is quick to pan away from his team to meet with the two who'd been at pretty much every game—his biggest supporters, in a way.

Lucas runs over to the couple, immediately wrapping his arms around Carla for an embrace. Carla holds him tightly, smiling proudly as she hugs him back. The Sinclair was almost her height, figure much broader than it was when he was little. Nevertheless, he was still baby boy in the Wheeler girl's eyes. 

"I'm so proud of you." Carla pulls away, putting her hands on the boys shoulders, still smiling. "You were so good out there, Baby Boy." 

Lucas can't even manage the eye roll he usually gives at the nicknames because he's too damn happy. 

Steve outstretches a hand towards the Sinclair, "Good game, Sinclair."

"Thanks." Lucas replies, taking Steve's hand to shake it firmly. He glances between the couple and states, "I really appreciate you guys coming." 

Carla notices the way his smile slightly falters, and she can tell he's thinking of Dustin and Mike. The two people he'd wanted most to watch him—other than Max, who he knew wouldn't show up no matter what—having not been in the crowd.

"I told Mike to come, to talk to Eddie. I'm sorry." the Wheeler does feel bad, but she tried. Clearly, her brother hadn't been able to get through to Eddie, or didn't care enough to try.

Lucas shakes his head, "It's—it's fine. Hellfire is important."

"Not as important as this." Carla restates, voice firm. "You just won the championship and they missed it. That's their loss."

"Thanks Carla," Lucas smiles.

The Wheeler watches as the rest of the team heads off—probably towards some party, as Carla had learned from her experience dating a boy on the basketball team. She turns back to Lucas. "I assume you have some party to go too?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." Lucas almost seems nervous to go to the party—he's never been to one. 

"First party tips, don't drink a lot." Carla states, recalling her experiences at Steve's many basketball parties. She'd never been a party-goer, so those parties were some of her first experiences with alcohol, getting drunk, and hangovers. "The hangover will be a bitch, but you know, have fun."

"Noted." the Sinclair replies.

Carla ushers him away, "Okay, get going."

"See you soon. Thank you for coming!" Lucas rushes away from the couple and towards the rest of the basketball team, clearly catching a ride from someone else to wherever the party was. Carla smiled again, watching him go.

Steve wraps his arm around his girlfriends shoulders and the two start to walk around, looking for his BMW. Recalling her words of party-prep to Lucas earlier, the Harrington lightly chuckles, "What about not drinking at all?" 

"Like you weren't drinking at any of your basketball parties." Carla replies sarcastically.

"And who was the one holding your hair back when you threw up from drinking?" Steve teases, squeezing the shoulder his hand draped over. Carla rolled her eyes at his comment. "If anyone was drinking, it was you." 

"Okay, that happened, once—" The Wheeler earns a look from her boyfriend, causing her to change her answer,  "—okay, thrice. I was, like, fifteen. I didn't know how to handle my alcohol yet."

Steve's voice is full of affection as he adds, "You're still a lightweight."

"Am not." 

"Are too." 

Carla lightly scoffs, though a smile crawls up on her lips. 

Aside from the headaches and the nosebleeds, her life had fallen into the category of normal. Here she was, supporting her friend at his basketball game, teasing around with her boyfriend. Not fighting monsters or running. 

It would be a lie if Carla said she wasn't enjoying it, because she was. Normal felt good. 

Little did she know that night would be the last time she or any of her friends would feel that way for a while. 

mara's misc!

me returning from my one month starla hiatus???

i'm actually so sorry that i keep leaving ya'll dry, especially after the bs breaks i pulled on gone. i PROMISE that i will someday find a steady update system for this book like i have with summertime sadness, but that just isn't rn. and ik i shouldn't be shitting on myself bc compared to other authors a one month break between chapters is regular or it's a small gap, but i actually feel bad just leaving bc i know you guys do enjoy reading. 

BUT i am feeding the family with these 5000 words so i hope it makes up a small portion of just leaving ya'll for a month.

however, if you so desperately miss my writing, i highly recommended reading my obx fic "summertime sadness" i update like every weekend so you know there's some consistency with one of my books at least. 

also everyone please thank mr harry edward styles for giving me the motivation to finish this chapter with his music. i listened non stop to him yesterday and managed to write like 95% of this chapter, which rarely happens. 

this chapter was supposed to be up last night but my mom asked if i wanted to watch schitt's creek with her and i can't say no bc i absolutely adore the show. 100% recommended if you're bored and looking for a silly not serious sitcom. currently on s4e3 for anyone who has watched it before :)

anywho, now that we're finally getting into the s4 plot, hopefully i have more motivation???? i'm excited for write eddie and carla fs.

hope you enjoyed <3 see you back with chapter 4!!