STEVE'S BMW PULLED INTO THE LIPTON DRIVEWAY THE NEXT MORNING.

After finding out the truth about Chrissy's death—how Eddie wasn't a murderer, and was more so a victim a traumatic events. How a creature was behind everything weird that the Munson had seen; Vecna—the group left Reefer Rick's boathouse with the promise they would return the next day with more information.

The drive home was quiet. The only chatter was the shallow goodbyes given when Steve dropped Max back at the trailer park—which seemed even more eerie now that they know what went down—and Dustin and Robin back at their places.

Carla called her mom to say she was staying at Steve's, knowing Karen would like to hear her daughter's voice after finding out a fellow classmate of hers was dead. She promised the woman that she was safe and that she would have Steve lock the doors before they went to sleep.

Steve did in fact lock the doors, but only he ended up falling into a shitty sleep. Carla simply laid there, almost afraid to sleep. She was scared that if she closed her eyes, she would wake up into another nightmare. That she'd see someone else die the same way she watched Chrissy die. 

God, she'd seen Chrissy die. Not in the same way Eddie did, but she'd run around the house with the Cunningham. She'd stayed frozen while the girl panicked, while—who she can only assume to be— Vecna put his hand up and killed her. 

The guilt gnawed at Carla as she laid in silence. When she closed her eyes, the images of Chrissy's terrified face came to the front of her mind. The way she screamed for help, the helplessness in her eyes, the fear evident in her whimpers. 

 And Carla had just stood there, paralyzed with fear. Who did that? That wasn't who Carla was. She helped everyone—she tried to help everyone. Yet she didn't even attempt to try and stop what happened. She just stood there and watched it happen. 

The Wheeler girl always thought it was right that she survived, but thinking about Chrissy.....she couldn't help but wish she hadn't. Ever since that night in '83, she'd been connected to the Upside Down. And every year it failed to retrieve her, it came back stronger and more prepared. 

Every year on its way to get Carla, it ended up taking out helpless people. Bob, Barb, the Holloway's, Hopper, even Billy. None of them deserved the fate that they met at the hands of the Upside Down creatures. Chrissy was no exception.

But, if she died last year like she was supposed to, maybe Vecna wouldn't have felt the urge to return. Maybe he would have stayed satisfied and kept her friends from reliving the same nightmare again; kept Eddie from becoming so traumatized he trembles; kept Chrissy from dying. 

Why did her friends stick with her? She was clearly just drawing the creatures back every year.  Why did Steve stay with her? All she did was cause him pain with the shit decisions she made in regard to her personal well being. He could be living a normal life but he decided to settle down with her, keeping her problems and attraction to other-worldly creatures in his life.

"Okay, we're here." Steve's voice takes Carla from her thoughts. The engine comes to a halt and she looks outside, recalling Reefer Rick's home from the previous nice. It was more put together in the day time. 

Before returning to Eddie, the group decided to further show their want to help by purchasing food from the local grocery store—besides, it wasn't like the Munson could truly restock on food and drinks by himself without getting thrown in a jail cell. 

Dustin grabbed what he knew Eddie liked, and even Steve pitched in with a box of Honey Combs. Carla grabbed a package of water bottles, going with a more necessary liquid than the chocolate milk someone had grabbed. 

Everyone got out of the car, Dustin and Robin grabbing the three bags worth of groceries they'd purchased. The Wheeler stayed rather quiet, following after the group. The guilt over Chrissy didn't disappear over night. None of her thoughts did. 

The Henderson seemed to forget how on edge Eddie was, and barged into the boathouse without a care in the world. The metal door slammed against the wall and Carla clenches her fists, already hating the sound.

"Jesus!"

When they walk in, Eddie is pressed into the corner of the room, broken beer bottle outstretched —clearly, Dustin had scared him back into a moment of primal defense. His shoulders fall in relief and annoyance when he realizes it's just the Henderson and his friends.

Dustin holds up the two bags in his hands with a smile, "Delivery service."

Eddie sharply exhales and Steve sends him a dorky wave.

The Buckley and Henderson hand over the bags, to which the Munson tears into. He rips open the box of Honey Combs and pops open one of the bottles of Yoohoo, hunger getting the best of him. All Reefer Rick had was a few boxes of candy and half drunk bottles of beer, so this was somewhat of a feast. 

Everyone groups around the Munson as he scarfs down the cereal, washing it down with the chocolate milk in a mere blink of an eye. Dustin leads the conversation, knowing no one else wanted to spill the news to Eddie. "So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news."

Before going to the store, the group had driven up to Weathertop to see if Dustin's Cerebro could get them more information on Chrissy's case. It had in fact worked, and they were able to tap into the Hawkins PD dispatch system—illegal, yes. Carla wishes they had Hopper to help them out when it came to inside information—but nothing of what they heard was exactly good for the Munson's case.

"How do you prefer it?" Dustin adds.

Eddie talks with his mouth full of cereal, "Bad news first, always." 

"Alright, bad news." Dustin begins to tell Eddie what they'd managed to catch, "We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you." He doesn't give Eddie time to process the information before adding, "Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy."

There's no point in trying to make it sound good. Chrissy's body was found in Eddie's trailer and no one had an alibi for why the Munson and his van were missing from the scene.....or any clue where he was at all. To the cops, it was easy; he'd killed the cheerleader and made a run for it, even if the truth would have left them running too.

People were hunting for Eddie. It was better he heard it from the few people willing to help him. 

Max doesn't try to soften Dustin's words, "Like, 100% kind of convinced." 

Eddie is clearly disappointed. He knew that shit would be bad, that people would be pissed that a cherished cheerleader was found mutilated in his trailer, but somewhere inside of him he hoped that the town wouldn't immediately pin it on him; that there was evidence in the situation that could show he was innocent.

But, he had asked for the bad news, and that meant whatever followed had to be somewhat better. He was being hunted, but....

"And the good news?" Eddie glanced around at the group.

"Your name hasn't gone public yet." Carla speaks up. The good news wasn't exactly good, but it was better. For the moment, they had time to do something. To try and prove Eddie innocent or help him before the entire town was against him. "Which gives us some time to figure out what to do next."

"But..." Robin interjects, trying to be reasonable. "If we found out about you, it's only a matter of time before others do too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you."

Hawkins was a closed minded town. Once Eddie's name was out as a 'suspect', no one would bat an eye to anything that could prove his innocence. They would easily point out the fact that he led a 'satanic club' and call it a day. Judge him once and never change their minds. 

"Hunt the freak, right?" Eddie says, almost trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

"Exactly."

"Shit."

"So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence." Dustin lists off, as if what he said were the easiest tasks. The plan in question was plausible to an extent—they'd killed monsters before, and there had to be some way to prove Eddie wasn't behind everything—but saying it out loud made the Henderson sound like he'd just escaped Pennhurst. 

Carla wants to believe they'll be able to defeat Vecna as easily as Dustin makes it sound but he was supposed to be an all powerful wizard of sorts. He had to be harder to attack and defeat than the Mind Flayer—which was the hardest creature they'd ever fought. 

"That's all, Dustin?" Eddie stared at the boy incredulously. A sarcastic smile pops onto his face. "That's all?"

Dustin's voice rises an octave, "Yeah, no, that's pretty much it." 

"Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional we've actually been through this kinda thing before." Robin steps forward, the Munson looking at her unsure. "I mean, they—" Robin gestures to the remainder of the group, "—have a...a few times, and—and I have once. Mine was more human-fleshed based, and theirs was more smoke-related, but—"

Carla notices the look on Eddie's face as the Buckley rambles—they didn't need to scare Eddie off and away before he helped them. "Robin."

Robin looks at the Wheeler before realizing she needed to get back on topic, "Bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this."

Eddie looks lost out of his mind—Carla wouldn't be surprised if he just determined he was crazy for what he saw with Chrissy and they all happened to be too. Everything that had ever happened to the group was borderline insane. It shouldn't happen and yet it did every year.

"Yeah, see, we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers." Steve added, as if the comment made the group sound any less crazy. "But, uh, those went bye-bye, so..."

Carla follows up with, "She's also in California with the only other people who could help us with this. So we're kinda on our own?" 

They'd never fought a monster without Eleven's help. How did Dustin expect them to do this without her?

Robin waves her hands around. "So, we're technically in...in more of—"

Steve huffs, "Kinda...."

"Thinking....?" the Wheeler offers out their current position.

"Brainstorming phase." Max concludes, looking at the Buckley for confirmation.

Steve snaps his fingers at the girl with a smirk, "Brainstorming." 

Eddie stares at the group like they all have three heads.

"There's....there's nothing to worry about." Dustin sputters, despite their being everything to worry about. 

Steve scoffs, glancing at Dustin in agreement before smiling at the Munson to show how 'perfectly fine' everything was going to be. Eddie tilts his head slightly, an incredulous expression still plastered on his face. 

The sound of sirens echos from outside the boathouse and everyone tenses up.

"Shit," the Harrington whispers. He straightens against the beam he'd been leaning against.

"Tarp, tarp, tarp—" Robin spews at the Munson, who frantically begins to curl up within the boat once he processes. 

As the group begins to abort, Carla grabs the cereal and chocolate milk, shoving them within the boat. She then helps the Munson adjust the tarp over himself, sirens growing louder as she does so.

Once done, Carla joins her friends around the window. Given her taller frame, she doesn't need to squeeze past anyone to see well—not like Dustin would move to let anyone else see—and comes to her boyfriends side to see what was happening. 

Outside, multiple cop cars pass right by Reefer Rick's place, lights flashing admits the bright sky. An ambulance drives in between two cruisers, all three vehicles continuing down the street past Eddie. 

Carla has a sick feeling in her stomach. If the police weren't for Eddie.....

The group must come to the same conclusion because suddenly they're telling Eddie to lay low — with the promise they'll be back— and Steve is dragging her out to his car. They reverse and speed off in the same directions as the cruisers and ambulance had; following danger, as they always did. 

It doesn't take long before they find an array of cop cruisers halted, an ambulance in the center. Steve, Carla, Max, Dustin, and Robin all get out of the BMW, looking at the scene with solemn gazes.

 There's a news van and a crowd of people behind the barricade that was set up. The worst part? The single coroner van to the side, and a white sheet covering something, telling the group what had happened.

Someone else had died. 

And, knowing what she knew about Chrissy, Carla couldn't help but sense that Vecna had something to do with this death, too. 

"Oh my God...." Carla whispers, merely shaking her head. Vecna had struck again and they were only in the brainstorming phase—a weak brainstorming phase, if she can say it. They didn't know what to do without Eleven, or who this monster really was other than s disturbing killer, and the clock was ticking down. Two were dead.

Glancing around the scene, Carla is quick to spot her sister standing in the very front. She stands in between officers, clearly getting questioned. Her hair is permed and she's put together, as always, yet her doll eyes are glassed over and her pale complexion is masked in evident sadness and confusion.

It doesn't take Nancy long to recognize her ex-boyfriend's car and she glances at all of her friends, landing on her sister. The girls hold each other's gazes for a brief moment. Nancy's face contorts, a weight lifting off her shoulders knowing that she wasn't alone anymore. 

She gives a weak smile and a tiny wave at the group, and Carla can see the tears threatening to spill.

The Wheeler doesn't care that this is an active crime scene. Her sister looks frail and tired; like she needed the support of her friends. So, she quickly paces around the car and towards the barricade.

Steve calls out, "Wait, Carla—"

His protest falls to deaf ears as the Wheeler makes it to the small barricade blocking her from entering the crime scene. Right behind it is Nancy and the officers, the Wheeler girl's eyes widening as she sees her sister. 

Officer Daniels stops her as she meets the barricade. "Ma'am, you can't be here—"

"She's my sister." Carla eyes Nancy, who'd stopped answering Chief Powell and Deputy Callahan's questions. She can hear Powell's sharp sigh—his job had been hard enough since Hopper died. All he wanted was some damn answers. "Chief—"

"This is a crime scene, Miss Wheeler." Deputy Callahan sends her a side glance, not seeming to care. "Miss Wheeler is required to go through questioning, given she was the last person to see the victim." 

Carla feels her heart sink—looking at Nancy's face, she could tell her sister knew the victim. It makes her feel bad because how many friends could Nancy Wheeler lose to the Upside Down? Wasn't Barb enough?

"Please?" Nancy looked up at the sheriff with her watery eyes.

Powell gives in and sighs. "Fine. You have five minutes." 

Nancy makes a beeline for her sister, stepping over the barricade. She immediately runs into Carla, wrapping her arms around the taller girl. Carla doesn't hesitate before holding her sister close, knowing she needed it after whatever had happened. 

"It's okay." Carla tries her best to reassure, a concerned expression crossing her features as she holds Nancy. "It's okay."

Nothing about the past day has been okay, but the Wheeler can pretend like it is for a few moments. For Nancy's sake she can.

Fred Benson was the name that belonged to the body on the road.

According to Nancy, he was lanky and nerdy with glasses and a scar across his face; a boy who was way too talkative and had an ego way above his head. They worked newspaper together—Carla always saw them at school events if she went, or saw Fred following Nancy around like a lost puppy— and while the Wheeler never admitted it out loud, he'd been a good friend and edition to the school paper with his dedication to the stories and ethic, even if his ideas weren't always good. 

Another person who didn't deserve to go the way they did. 

Hearing about who Fred was made Carla feel worse; makes her think back to everything that had come to the front of her mind the previous night. Fred hadn't even lived and he was dead and for some reason, the Wheeler feels responsible. It's her fault Nancy lost one of her friends.  She didn't die and now Vecna was trying to fuck around with her friends again, killing those who were close to taunt them. 

Carla knows she shouldn't think about it, but she can't stop. 

After Nancy was released from Powell, everyone squeezed into the car and ended up at Forest Hills Trailer Park to update the Wheeler on everything that had happened. They knew Fred was a victim of Vecna and who were they not to tell Nancy their suspicions that the Upside Down was back?  

Nancy had taken the information without a single question. She believed they defeated the Upside Down the previous summer, but everything made sense and she trusted the groups idea on a new creature named Vecna. 

Sitting around a picnic table they told Nancy about Chrissy and Eddie, and she told them that—after going on a journalism journey trailer to trailer for information about what happened to the Cunningham—Fred disappeared. 

Common theme? Both deaths happened in the vicinity of the trailer park. 

"You're saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy....it's from the Upside Down?" Nancy spoke lowly, processing everything she'd just been told—the small summary the group had unexpectedly given her on the past day was confusing, yet, after everything they've gone through, nothing sounded that crazy.

Steve nods. "If the shoe fits."

"Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse," Dustin tries to explain further, "Now, whether or not he's doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don't know."

"All we know is this is something different," Max inputs the obvious. "Something new."

Nancy shakes her head, "It doesn't make sense."

Dustin reasons, "It's only a theory."

"No. Fred and Chrissy don't make sense." the Wheeler corrects her statement. It wasn't the monster that was making her question, but the fact that his victims had been a quiet cheerleader and a nerdy journalist. "I mean, why them?"

"You could make the same argument about Heather or.....Barb." Carla speaks up quietly, head laying in her propped up palm. "They didn't do anything, but they were still taken. I don't think this Vecna thing cares too much about who he's killing. He's just doing it suddenly to whoever."

Dustin shrugs, "Maybe they were just in the wrong place? They were both at the game."

Max's brows furrow, "And near the trailer park." 

"I mean, we—" Carla points to herself, Steve, Nancy, and Robin with an outstretched finger, "—were also at the game."

Steve glances around at the group. Did they not realize where they were sitting? He swallows hard at the thought of Nancy and Robin, at Carla becoming Vecna's next victim because of two places they happened to cross through. 

"We're at the trailer park." the Harrington reminds, voice blank. "Uh.....should we maybe not be here?" 

Carla lifts her head from her hand, glancing around the trailer park. Now that Steve brought it up, this place did seem more eerie than when they came. The sun was out and shining, but it was oddly quiet and empty. The grass was dead. The Wheeler could admit something was pretty fucking creepy about the park now that two people had been found dead. 

"There is something about this place." Nancy admits, curls blowing against her face. "Fred started acting weird the second we got here."

Robin tilts her head, inquiring, "Acting weird as in....?" 

"Scared, on edge, upset."

The gears in Dustin's head start to twist around as he makes a connection between Chrissy and Fred. "Max said Chrissy was upset too."

"Yeah, but not here." Max dismissed with a shake of her head, "She was crying in the bathroom at school."

"Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?" the Buckley begins, "So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman—"

"Vecna." Dustin corrects, receiving an eye roll from Robin.

"I don't know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone." Steve says, hand crawling up to rest on Carla's knee as he speaks. The Wheeler slightly glances at her boyfriend at the sudden motion, the way it matched his words almost making her feel targeted by them.

She'd stopped telling him some things, sure, but Carla would tell him if she was seeing a demonic creature like Vecna. She would. 

"They probably don't have anyone. Not like we have each other." Carla states, hair blowing in the slight breeze as she straightens her posture. Chrissy and Fred didn't know about anything Upside Down related, and didn't know anyone no one who—they knew— did.  "I mean, they're normal teens compared to us. Who would they tell that would legitimately believe them?"

"I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley's office." Max looks at the Wheeler, "Carla's right, in a sense. If you saw a monster, you....you wouldn't go the police. They'd never believe you. But you might go to your—"

"Your shrink." Robin finished.

All of them shared a glance. Without sharing a full plan, the group all started to get off of the bench and pace towards Steve's car, knowing what had to happen—Ms. Kelley had to have have information on Chrissy and Fred; something that could help them in their race to figure out who Vecna was and what his victims had in common.

Steve pulled out his keys and started up his car, Dustin and Max heading for the backseat while Robin trailed behind. Carla moves for passenger, unsure on where Nancy is even going to try squeeze in before she realizes her sister isn't following.

Instead, the girl trails away for the group, towards her own car. Alone. 

It doesn't take Steve long to see Nancy either, and he quickly calls out for her with a call of confusion, "Whoa, whoa,  Nance!"  the Wheeler turns around and he asks, "Nance, where are you going?"

"Oh, there's just something I want to check on first." Nancy hesitates before briefly explaining herself. Carla furrows her brows at her words. 

Dustin raises his brows, "Something you maybe want to share with the rest of us?" 

"I don't want to waste your time," Nancy puts her hands in the pocket of her jacket, "It's a real shot in the dark." 

Steve gives an unimpressed expression—was she serious? "Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose?" He shakes his head, "It's too dangerous. You need....you need someone to..."

Carla understands her boyfriends worry, but she couldn't help but feel the urge to follow with Nancy instead of the rest of her friends. Her sister had a knack for finding clues in places no one else would bother to look into, and now, she trusted Nancy knew something that could help them out in the long run if she just went. 

So, Carla pulls away from the passenger side. "I'll go with her."

"No. Not you." Steve stares daggers at Carla, almost surprised she decided to speak up, knowing he'd immediately veto her. 

Having her follow after Nancy made him even more anxious than Nancy going alone did in the first place. Carla was connected to the Upside Down in some way, and if Vecna was targeting people.....he couldn't help but feel his girlfriend had a chance of becoming like Chrissy or Fred. And that scared him—he'd already seen her dead body once, and he isn't sure he can handle seeing it like Eddie said the Cunningham's was. 

If something happened to Carla and he wasn't there, he'd never forgive himself.

"I can handle myself, Steve." Carla almost scoffs, but she knows that his denial is coming from a place of worry. And, after dying after telling him she'd put herself first and stay safe, she doesn't blame him for wanting to be at her side. He doesn't know what she'll do for the sake of everyone else. 

"If you're going, I'm going." Steve firmly states before tossing his car keys at Robin, who manages to catch them with an expression of shock. "Here." 

 Carla can't even stop herself from eye rolling, even if she knew this was coming—in what world wouldn't Steve ditch the others to make sure she stayed okay? 

Nancy stands still, rocking back and forth in her heeled boots—she was okay if Carla came, but they didn't need Steve; even if he felt better being there. And, while she'd never admit it to her Carla, she didn't want Steve to come.  

Nancy knows her and Steve got over their break-up back in '84 for the sake of Carla, but that didn't mean she wanted to be stuck with him. Not when his and Carla's relationship was so perfect and her's seemed to be failing. 

"I'll stick with Carla and Nance. You guys take the car, check out the shrink." Steve briefly rushes to the Buckley before walking towards the Wheeler sisters.

Robin gestures towards his BMW and states, "I don't think you want me driving your car."

"Why?"

"I don't have a license."

Steve furrows his brows, "Why don't you have a license?" 

Robin shrugs, "I'm poor." 

"When have you seen Robin drive the car?" Carla questions aloud, thinking back to how every day this school year, Steve has driven not only her but Robin. He took her to work on the days she couldn't get another ride. He was her chauffeur, to an extent. 

Steve stammers, "I don't know—"

"I can drive." Max offers.

Steve's eyes widen, flashbacks to when he was knocked unconscious by Billy and woke up in Carla's lap to the then thirteen year old girl driving his car—sure, he had a concussion, but he most certainly recalls the redhead almost crashing it with how much reckless swerving she did.   

The Harrington jabs a stern finger at her, Max frowning as she's reprimanded for the idea, "No, no. Never again. Please, anybody but you. No." 

Carla recalls the girl not being terrible for a driver, even if she'd been too focused on whether Steve was dead in her lap or not to truly pay attention. She swerved a bit harsh, but she hadn't killed them all. That was something. 

Dustin shrugs, silently suggesting that maybe he try driving, but Steve immediately shuts down the idea with the same finger he'd given Max, "No chance."

The Henderson whines, "Come on!"

"No." 

"Steve, just take the kids and Robin." Carla can see how impatient everyone's getting and tries to get her boyfriend off her ass. She never hated how protective Steve was with her, but God, she could go somewhere by herself. With a huff, she adds. "I'll be fine." 

"That's a promise you can't keep. Not with Vecna taking whoever wherever." Steve firmly replies. He wants to add 'Not when I know who you are' but he doesn't. Carla lets out a sigh and he repeats, "If you're going, I'm going." 

It's silent for a few moments, Carla and Steve staring at one another, wanting nothing more than the other to listen as everyone else waits for the next move. 

"Alright, okay, this is stupid."  Robin walks forward, Converse hitting the ground with confidence. She grabs one of Dustin's walkies and then Steve's hands, placing his keys back in them before crossing over to the two Wheeler's, "Us ladies will stick together. Unless, you think we need you to protect us." Steve's expression morphs into unamusement and Robin throws an arm over Carla, placing her head on the Wheeler's shoulders with a mock expression. "I'll keep your girlfriend so safe."

Steve's expression doesn't change. Carla has to hide the smile that almost creeps on her face at Robin's words.

With a shit-eating grin—which is enough to keep Steve silent—the Buckley turns around and heads for Nancy's car. Nancy shrugs at her ex-boyfriend with a light tipped smile and follows. Carla walks up to Steve, knowing she couldn't leave without a final promise and a kiss.

The Wheeler puts her hands against Steve's chest, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Pulling away, she feels the boys hands find purchase on the side of her waist. "We'll be safe, okay? I'll be safe." 

"You better be." Steve replies, voice low yet just as firm. "I really don't like you going off without me right now." 

"I know. But I can protect myself." Carla hums. "We'll be back soon."

Steve curtly nods and Carla turns away, the Harrington's hands falling away from her waist. She runs after her friend and sister. 

"Be careful!" Steve blurts. Robin holds up a peace sign and salutes it his way. 

Carla snatches the passenger seat before the Buckley can complain, hoping Nancy's shot in the dark was worth the worry of her boyfriend. 

mara's misc!

what's up :D

this chapter is pretty chill, and i'm happy everyone's finally together to solve the vecna mystery.  i'm so excited to get to write everything later on this season, even if it's gonna hurt like hell.

drop some taylor songs that remind ya'll of starla because i'm bored and i'd love to make a playlist tbh. 

for anyone who watches the umbrella academy, final thoughts of season four???? personally, it did not hit.....the first few episodes weren't bad but idk everything just seemed so rushed, which yk, 6 episodes but still. there were plot points left open and i'm still confused about some things and OTHER things were just SO fucking weird and i'd rather forget about it (ifykyk). the ending had me sobbing like a baby though for real.

despite the shitty season i'd kill to write a tua fic....i'm just not creative enough for it. 

also last night i saw stephen sanchez for a third time!!! it was SO much fun and he was so good. i'll never get tired of his little cutesy love songs or anything that he writes. if you don't listen to him, PLEASE do.

also also he viewed my insta story everyone clap 

anywho, hope you enjoyed <3 see you back with chapter 7!!