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NOTE: This is a one-shot. It's not going to be continued at all here, so please don't ask for it to be.

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Age 13. The year his nose is in danger.

He hadn't planned on hitting the guy, because he was just thirteen and short and barely growing, but his fist shot out before he gave it permission, knuckles smashing against the bone in the guy's broad shoulder. He moved back a step, barely affected by the small punch Hayden had thrown. Hayden hadn't noticed the move, too busy holding his now bad hand to his chest and ignoring the sting in his eye from the pain that throbbed from his elbow down.

What was it that his dad had told him? It was something like 'if the bastard is big, go for his nose' and his father had told them both that 'violence wasn't the answer to getting someone to stop being an idiot', which they had both ignored.

Hayden wished he had at least really listened to one of them, because right then all he had were red knuckles and a guy two years older than him whose fists looked about the right size to break his small nose. Not that he was fond of his small nose; he just preferred to have it on his face and in one piece. Then again -he looked at the boy several feet away from him warily, noting the conflicted look on his face- one out of two wasn't so bad.

"Alright." He said, closing his eyes and puffing out his chest a little bit. It made his hand hurt, "Go ahead and break my face now, but remember that you started it all and that my dad is a very angry French man who carries a pocket knife in his shoe." He didn’t really, but his dad always told him that a little lie to intimidate someone never hurt. Unless they didn’t care and hit you anyway.

"Your dad’s a fag, just like you are." The guy spat at him, pressing a palm against his shoulder and shoving him back against the uncomfortably rough brick wall. It caught Hayden’s hair and made small spikes of pain appear that were nothing compared to the sting in his upper back. The guy shoved him again, harder and with more force, and it hurt worse even though Hayden couldn’t move back anymore, "He can’t do anything to me because my dad would come and kick his pathetic pansy ass."

Unable to stop himself, Hayden peeked open an eye to stare at the reddening face of the guy, "Pathetic pansy ass? I don’t think anyone has dared to call my dad that before, and not just because it’s completely lame. He isn’t that gay. God, what kind of people do you hang around? They’re either extremely stupid or-"

None of them could have been as stupid as he was, who had at least half the brain to close his eyes again and curl into himself as the large fist met his nose pretty square on. His eyes watered and his hands closed over his stinging nose, mentally calling the guy every bad name he could think of and then a few. Hayden had forgotten how had it hurt to get hit in the nose until that moment, where he switched to forgetting how good it felt when he didn’t.

Glaring at the back of the guy -who currently looked satisfied, more confidence in his step- Hayden pulled his hands down and looked at the blood on them, before curling them in his already dirty white t-shirt. So, his father was going to freak and his dad was going to be a little proud of him for getting out of his first fight with no broken bones.

Not proud enough to keep him from losing his allowance, but proud enough. Enough that he’d get pulled into a hug, his father would give him a clean washcloth and tell him he was lucky that all his body parts were still attached, and they’d sit down at dinner like it was just an average day, ignoring the bruises until Hayden complained about them. That would get him extra dessert.

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Age 14. The year he tries to hate his parents.

"Hayden." Javier said, reaching over the back of the couch to steal the remote. He got it with a small fight from Hayden, which Hayden quickly lost because his nails were too short and his dad’s were fucking mini-daggers, scratching into his skin without any effort. He cursed under his breath, some bad word that made his dad pat the top of his head, "Get off the couch before my cigarette burns out or you’re grounded."

Hayden made a slightly disgusted noise, jerking his head away from his dad’s hand. Anyone else would’ve looked hurt by it, but he just raised his eyebrow and managed to look uninterested and curious at the same time. It pissed Hayden off a little more, "Why? What do you want?" He didn’t actually want to know, "God, can’t you ever leave me the fuck alone?"

"My calendar says it’s Thursday, which means it’s your turn to set the table. Get up and do it now, or go to your room and forget about doing anything remotely fun for the rest of the week." Javier knew that yelling never made Hayden cooperate, that his quiet voice was enough to freak him out, just like he knew that scolding Hayden for cussing did nothing more than make him want to do it more.

"And if I don’t?" Hayden didn’t think anything about trying to test his dad because…well, he wasn't sure why but he was irritated by everything one of them did lately. He didn’t like when they told him what to do and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go along with it, "Do I not get to eat that shit for dinner? Because if that’s it, I’ll gladly go up to my room."

Javier gave a short laugh around his cigarette, not giving Hayden the reaction he wanted. His dad hardly ever did, but this time it was different. It gave him a bitter stab failure that forced him to either clench his teeth together or give up to the scream that was rising up his chest. He clenched his teeth together so hard that his jaw got sore almost instantly as his dad’s amused eyes danced his way.

"River!" Javier called out, pushing the lit end of his cigarette down in one of their many ashtrays, "You have to come see this. Our boy-" He seemed to purposely say the word, "-is growing up. Apparently we don’t eat food for dinner anymore. We eat shit. Now if a phrase like that doesn’t make me a proud father…"

"We eat shit? The box told me it was chicken and dumplings." River's voice was close enough for Hayden to know that he was in the room, but he refused to look at them anymore, moving his glare to the wall on the far side of the room. One amused parent was bad enough, but two was hell, "Think we could sue for that? I feel cheated…" There was a pause for a few seconds, filled with the quiet sound of his parents kissing, "Anyway, dinner now?"

"Maybe if we plan on eating on paper plates. Your son is refusing to set the table and wants to go brood in his room." Javier said, tossing the remote so it narrowly flew past Hayden’s head (if narrow was about five feet), "I say we let him, because he’s going to complain if we so much as fucking hold hands at the table."

There was a short whispered sentence from his father that he wasn’t meant to hear and Hayden didn’t, pressing a pillow against his exposed ear to mute any of it. He pulled it off when his father’s face appeared above him, eyes showing unhappiness, "Being rude isn’t going to get you whatever you’re trying to get, so I’d give up now. You’re just making your dad sad and you know when he gets sad he’s a bastard."

"And?" Hayden did his best to look like it didn‘t affect him, fighting off the guilty feeling in his stomach, "I don’t care. Can I go to my room now? I don’t want dinner tonight. I want to go to sleep."

River didn’t look like he wanted to agree, but he did, nodding without looking Hayden in his eyes, "You go to your room now and I don’t want to see you out of it for the rest of the night, you got it? And I’m giving all the leftovers to the old couple next door, so if you’re hungry tomorrow you either make yourself something to eat, or starve until your father and I decide to make some more shit for dinner." He didn’t have to meet Hayden’s eyes for Hayden to feel the disappointment from him, "Go."

There were no faltering steps from Hayden as he rolled off of the couch and started towards the stairs until he realized what a sad stare from his dad felt like. It made him feel like the worst person is the world, so he was glad that when he turned around his father was standing between him and his dad.

Eyes closed and face pressed up against the side of his father's neck, he whispered something like 'tell him he's fucking grounded' in a tone Hayden had never heard from him before and didn't care to ever hear again. His father didn't really reply, pressing kisses to his dad's red hair and telling him 'Shh, hush, it's alright' in a way that Hayden could only remember hearing after they got a cheap card from his grand-dad on Christmas a few years back. He, to put it simply, felt like a pathetic piece of teenage shit.

"Goodnight." He told them, trying to keep his voice soft before he walked up the stairs, because he shouldn't have been allowed to watch anymore.

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Age 15. The year his stalker isn't really a stalker.

Hayden laid face down on his bed with a heavy sigh, trying to fling his backpack across the room and only getting a few feet because his stupid heavy math book weighed it down. He would have glared at it if he had the energy to turn his head towards it, if his neck was up to moving, which it wasn’t. He was tired, and irritated, and his foot had just been stepped on by a guy who, despite being skinny, was tall and still crushed his defenseless bones. Maybe it was a bit his fault since he had charged up to the guy and made him fall off balance, but that was not the point. His foot ached.

"Somebody please come here so I can talk to you." He yelled as loudly as he could, hoping that they would hear him even if he was saying it into his pillow. The amused laugh from his doorway moments later let him know that his father had, "Today was the worst fucking day I’ve ever had, and that is including the day when I fell in the mud in fifth grade and none of you could come pick me up."

"That bad? This must be pretty serious, then, since that used to be your number one bad day." River sighed softly, "We’ll talk, just let me get Javier. I know he doesn’t do sympathy well, but at least he’ll come up with a decent response. A mildly inappropriate one, but it’s better than nothing, isn’t it?"

"My responses are just fine." Javier cut in, causing Hayden’s shoulders to tense from surprise before he let them relax again, sinking down into his soft mattress. There was a hand patting his shoulder, signaling that someone wanted him to turn over. Hayden figured it was his father since his dad never seemed to care one way or another if Hayden was paying attention, "It’s not my fault you two don’t get the connection."

"That’s because there never is one, Javier. Ever."

Hayden turned over quick enough to see his dad flip off his father and then get his hand caught in his father’s gentle grip. Javier pretended the grip was tighter than it truly was so it looked like he was slinking closer because he had to, not because he only wanted to, "As I said, it’s not my fault the two of don’t-"

"I have a stalker." Hayden cut in because he knew that once his parents got started, they could banter about absolutely nothing and go on forever. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to it, "A very large male stalker who is following me everywhere, including home. In fact, he’s probably outside right now waiting for me to come outside so he can attack me and…do the kind of things stalkers do. He’s making me miserable and fucking scared for my life." He finished, only to get silence in response, "Well? Don’t you guys have anything to say?"

"Why the fuck didn’t we know about this?" River exploded after a second, the color draining out of his face, just as Javier randomly patted Hayden's injured foot and asked, "Is it that Latin boy who sits on the curb in front of the house when we eat breakfast?"

"You mean you did know and didn't tell me about it? Javier…" River sounded inches away from horrified. The small affection in his voice drowned it out a bit, but it didn’t cover it completely, "Only you would notice a guy creeping around the house and not think anything of it. God, not only is it a guy, he’s stalking our son. Stalking. Our son. And you didn't tell me anything about it."

While River lowered himself to the ground and cradled his head in his hands, Javier slid down beside him and moved his hand to River's hair, pulling him up against his shoulder, "I didn’t say anything about it because he’s not a stalker, River. I’d like to think you believe I’m not that stupid." Javier said to his pack of cigarettes, "The boy is harmless."

"I don’t care if he's harmless or not. He sits on our curb and is following our son, and is stealing the fucking roses off of our bush." River mumbled into his hand, before twisting his face so that he could see Javier, "What are we supposed to do?"

"I know this is more of an adult conversation you’re trying to have, but if you don’t mind me cutting in-" He bit off his sarcasm, although Hayden just wanted to scream out loud that it was his fucking problem. He supposed that it was what he got for telling them in the first place, "I think we should get a pit bull and let it scare him away. If we keep it in the yard, then he won’t ever come back."

Giving him a look that clearly meant his suggestion was heard, but no way in fucking hell was it going to happen, his dad brushed his fingers over his father's brow and said, "When is your son ever going to realize that he is not going to get a pet any bigger than a goldfish? We shouldn't even allow him to have those. You saw the one I bought him last week floating at the top of the water this morning, yea?" River nodded along, "I believe that's the third one this month."

"That's because I don't care about the stupid little goldfish. If I wanted to keep it alive, I'd make an effort to feed it. I don't. We need a pet that's manly, like a-"

"If you don't want the fucking things to live then why the hell do you annoy me until I buy another one?" His dad asked, narrowing his eyes in a way that Hayden decided made him look very pissed off, "That's it, then. You ask for another one and I'm taking your allowance away for a month. I fucking hate going to the pet store."

"I'd like to know why we need a manly pet. Are we all not manly enough that we need a dog to make us look like we are? Last time I looked in the mirror I was damn manly, and your dad..." River glanced at Javier, "Well, he could be more feminine if he wanted to and he stopped wearing his hair up outside of the house. What more can you ask from us? For us to stop being gay?"

"Not this talk again." Hayden groaned, shoving his face back into his pillow. He was willing to take the safe sex talk (straight and gay version) again over this one. It was a really bad blend of guilt, sympathy, and things he simply did not need to know that left a bad feeling in his stomach.

"Why don't we learn to stay on topic, hmm?" Javier looked amused at both of them, "The last question was what the hell we were going to do about it. River? A logical suggestion would be nice."

"Maybe if we just tell him to stop coming around? I know Hayden probably already has, but it’s not as intimidating as it would be if one of us did it. All we have to do is tell him that he either stops hovering around our house or we call the police, and he should be as good as gone. The one time I saw him, he seemed pretty skittish. I don’t think I’d take much…" River trailed off, shrugging his shoulders like that was as far as his thoughts went.

"That’s very logical." Javier said, kissing River’s temple to show him that he appreciated the effort, "Except I was thinking something more like we should invite him inside and see why he spends his free time waiting for our front door to open. Neither of you can say you aren’t interested in the answer. If we're lucky he'll turn out to be a good kid. Some of us need better friends..."

Hayden glared at his dad for the not so subtle hint, saying, "He's out there because he's mentally -fucking- disturbed." But his words were ruined as he listened to his father agree- "He doesn't actually seem dangerous." -with horrified ears.

"You aren’t seriously going to let him in." He half insisted, half begged as his parents helped each other get up off his carpet, "He could be carrying around a weapon, or something to use on me, or maybe he’s really strong and is going to use his freakishly big hands to strangle me once you guys leave the room. Are you trying to get me killed?"

"The boy wouldn’t even kill an ant if it was trying to get into his shoe, so he’s not going to touch you." Javier paused, "To cause you pain, I should clarify. Now, does he have a name or do you want your father and I to embarrass you trying to call him in?" Javier's eyes were too bright to let the question slip, "We-"

"Mason. I think he told me his name was Mason the other day, okay? And if you tell him he’s cute before he gets inside, I’m fucking locking myself in my room. The neighbors already think we’re complete freaks." His father grinned down at his dad when he grabbed his hand, but Hayden knew it was because of the too innocent expression that had fallen over his dad’s face. Hayden paled dramatically, eyes flickering to his father, "I didn’t mean-"

River’s free hand rose in surrender to whatever argument was about to begin, "Not my…slip of the tongue to correct. I’ve seen the kid once." He tugged Javier’s hand to get him and his brighter-than-healthy grin out of Hayden’s room. Javier went willingly, leaving an echo of snickers that Hayden got up and slammed his door shut to quiet.

"I didn’t mean I thought he was cute." He whispered, "Fucking immature bastards."

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Age 16. The year he still can't see in front of him.

Hayden didn't glance up when he heard his door open so quickly that his homework fluttered on his desk and he had to place his hand on it to keep it from drifting off. It hadn't even been a conscious move; Mason flew into his room enough that it was almost instinct. So was lifting his head up and glaring at Mason as he plopped down on the floor with his legs folding awkwardly, like he knew he didn't belong there but he was staying anyway. Hayden was months past getting annoyed about it and just finished writing a sentence, ended it with a period that looked more like a comma, and waited for Mason to start talking.

"Right. So. Do you want them now?" Mason asked, wiggling his long fingers in the air so Hayden could see the scribbles of black ink all over them, "Or would later be better? I think now would be good because the ink is going to start fading soon."

Hayden gave Mason a blank look until he realized that the scribbles were really numbers and words written neatly down to his wrist, sectioned off by what were supposed to be straight lines, "Mason." He started, hesitantly, "God, please tell me you didn't do that again. I fucking told you to stop a million times now. I told you yesterday and this morning and-"

"I didn't do anything." Mason huffed in annoyance, already scrubbing his hand against his jeans in hopes that the ink was going to fade, "I don't go up to girls and say 'You know Hayden? Of course you know him. You all want in his fucking pants and- hey, why don't you use me to get to him because I'm obviously just a huge fucking piece of human paper?' I. Didn't. Do. Anything." He repeated, "They asked about you since you weren't in school."

"Okay, then why didn't you tell them to leave you alone because it's not your job to get me numbers? You don't understand how stupid it makes me look." Hayden replied slowly, waiting for Mason to calm down. As he did, he wondered if he parents were home and if he was going to get in trouble again, because apparently, whenever Mason got mad it was all Hayden's fault and he was expected to fix it.

"Excuse me for not being able to be an asshole when I have no fucking need to. It's not like I mean to care about other people's feelings, because it doesn't mean shit to them." Mason's eyes were wide, his feet unable to stop tapping sporadically on the carpet, "It doesn't fucking mean shit to you. I know that, okay?" The volume of his voice made Hayden wince.

"Mason-" He started, watching the way all of the energy seemed to slip out of Mason’s body and leave him with an ashamed look on his face and dark patches of red on his cheeks.

"Sorry. I‘m sorry." Mason said quietly, brushing the palm of his hand over his forehead and limp hair. Hayden almost wanted to sigh. Mason was fine when he was saying something stupid, or even when he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a closed door, but he couldn’t deal with his anger. He always -that Hayden saw- acted like getting mad at someone was not allowed, "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'll write them all down, k? I'll write them down and then you can do whatever you want with the numbers."

"Mason-" Hayden tired again, only to cut himself off after a small shake of Mason’s head that made his hair slide out of place.

"I'm just...I'll go home for dinner. My mom said I needed to stop imposing on you guys and eat our own food, anyway." Mason nodded, pushing himself up off the ground and balancing as well as someone as gangly as him could. He gave a small smile, "Tell your dads I was looking forward to the meatloaf. Maybe they can save me some?"

Frowning because Mason was a bad liar and was still trying to get away with it, Hayden stood up too. It was mainly an attempt to intimidate Mason, who was a head taller, but was as scary as someone could be when they had Strawberry Shortcake laces in their shoes, "Your mom never cooks dinner, Mason. She brings home Taco Bell every Friday and sends you here every other day of the week."

"Maybe she started doing it now. If she hasn't, I'll make me a sandwich or something." Mason told him, a flash of guilt going through his eyes because he didn’t like to lie much either, "She bought new bread yesterday."

"She did not." It was said firmly enough that it silently made Hayden call himself an idiot. He wasn’t supposed to be so damn sure about what Mason did and definitely not what his family did, seeing as Mason was more his parents’ friend than his and he was sure they didn’t even know some of the things he did.

"You don't know that, either." Mason was trying to sound just as firm, but Hayden could hear the hesitance and the slight shake, and he knew it was entirely bullshit. When Mason continued he avoided Hayden's eyes, "You don’t know."

Why did Hayden have to prove the fact that he did? He didn‘t want to know why, so he didn‘t wonder about it for more than a few seconds, the time it took to shake the thought away and remember why he was so sure, "The only time you're not somewhere waiting for me is when you go grocery shopping with your mom and you were living on our couch yesterday." For hours upon hours until he fell asleep and his mom had to come pick him up, "I know. There are still Cheeto colored handprints on one of the pillows."

"Oh." Mason didn’t look disappointed by the fact that Hayden had caught him in the lie, tipping his head down to hide the grin Hayden saw curling his lips, "I forgot about those. So…" He shifted on feet, "You want me to stay for meatloaf night?"

"It's not meatloaf night. My parents are just too lazy to make anything better." Hayden corrected, sitting back down in his chair now that the moment was over. Mason didn’t stop moving with too much noise, waiting for a real answer, so Hayden frowned to cover a smile and turned his back to Mason, "Fine, yes, I want you to stay for meatloaf night. Now sit down. Go to the kitchen. Eat our chips." Hayden waved his hand towards his door, "Do whatever as long as you keep the mess inside my room. And promise me you'll stop this phone number bullshit, alright?"

"Alright." Hayden could hear Mason sitting back down, closer to him this time, with his shoulder pressed against Hayden’s mattress and his forehead against a shirt that hadn’t found it’s way to the pile of clothes in Hayden’s corner yet, "I didn't know it bothered you so much..."

"Hmm..." Hayden answered, turning back to focus on his homework. He bit his bottom lip like he couldn't figure out what to write next, but really, he was just keeping his mouth shut before 'that's not what bothers me' slipped out. Mason didn’t need to know.

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Age 17. The year everything just is.

"I’m refusing to watch this fucking idiotic movie." Javier said, burying his face against River’s side and nudging him with more force than he needed to, judging by River’s startled breath and the way his hand reached down to protect his side, "It’s basically abuse to force your partner to watch a one-star horror movie."

"Would you guys shut up now? The monster is about to bite off the guy’s head." Hayden told them, leaning forward so he could get his face closer to the TV a few inches, "If you guys don’t want to watch it you can go to your room and…" He made a vaguely uncomfortable face, because he really did not want to think about what his parents did in their room, "…you know, keep quiet. Sleep. Angst over your thinning hair. Whatever. Just stop ruining the movie."

"My hair isn’t thinning, you little bastard." Javier replied with the right amount of anger and Hayden almost thought that his dad was really pissed off, but then he let out what sounded like a laugh through his nose. It let Hayden know that his humor wasn’t going to get him any money, allowing Hayden to relax because he knew he wasn’t going to be completely broke the next day.

His father ran his hand through his dad’s hair while Hayden still had his head turned towards them, picking up a few strands and letting them fall back down into place, before doing it over again and again, "It really isn’t thinning. He barely even has any gray strands except for-" River tugged hard on a piece of hair, "-this one, and the one over here." He pulled on another, making Javier wince, "Sorry."

"If you were sorry you wouldn’t be ripping out my hair in the first place, but I thank you for trying to save a bit of my youth. I know there are more than two of them…" Javier laid his head down on River's flannel covered thigh, "At least I don’t have as many as you do."

"That’s very sweet of you to say." Was River’s response, and Hayden turned back to the TV because all of the poor people were running down the hall and dropping dead, something that was way more interesting than seeing his parents get all disgustingly loving in that way that they always did. He was glad, though, that they weren’t outright romantic with pet names and ridiculous statements like ‘you look so beautiful today’ because he couldn’t take that. The adoring insults were bad enough.

Movement on the couch next to him made Hayden look away from the TV again, this time to look at a half-asleep Mason who was trying to look like he hadn't been sleeping.

"I wasn't sleeping during family night at the J-K's, I promise. My eyes were just closed and I have breathing problems like make me possibly sound like I was snoring." Mason mumbled, half of the words unrecognizeable to everyone but Hayden, who was too used to hearing it not to understand, "Whe-" He yawned, "Where'd all the popcorn go? I didn't get any."

"You hid it on the other side of the couch so we wouldn't be able to eat any while you were sleeping." Hayden informed him, before helping Mason untangle himself from the crocheted blanket he had stolen from the couch at his house and had somehow folded it over their couch without any of them noticing.

Mason looked a bit proud of himself for doing it, body bending over the arm of the couch when he was unwrapped enough to move. It only took a moment for him to frown, "It's not-"

"Yea." Hayden tipped his head toward the empty bowl by his parents' feet, "We ate it all."

"...that sucks." He stated, sounding like he didn't care if there was anymore left or not. The offer to make some more was almost out of Hayden's mouth when Mason shrugged and wrapped himself back up in the blanket in a way that he was going to need help getting out of again, curling his feet underneath him in a more comfortable way. Hayden couldn't quite get his attention back to the movie, even if all Mason planned to do was fall back asleep. He listened to Mason shuffle some more, trying to get back into the position that he slept in before.

"Want us to call your mom and tell her you're going to sleep here tonight?" River asked out of the blue a minute later, after Mason had found a nice place. Hayden tried to ignore the fact that the nice place included bony knees touching his thigh and a cheek against his shoulder, but it was hard, especially when he parents kept giving them looks and then giving each other looks, and Mason kept...breathing.

He didn't take a break from it (unfortunately for Hayden, whose neck was really started to feel too warm and he wanted to rub it, but couldn't with Mason's head right there) when he replied with something that Hayden thought was a yes, but sounded like a large sigh. Neither one of Hayden's parents heard it, so Hayden had to nod for Mason, forcing himself to pay attention to the TV while his parents slipped off of the couch and out of the living room quietly.

"I'm not a pillow, you know." Hayden whispered because he didn't feel like it was right to talk any louder, and he shifted his shoulders so that Mason's head wasn't at such a bad angle.

Mason nodded slowly, as if his head was getting to heavy to lift. His breath felt a little warmer when he mumbled out a few words, "Want me to move?"

Hayden shook his head and let Mason fall asleep.

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READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE: ...I'm not quite sure what to say about this. It's a crack!fic in a sense, because I hadn't even thought of Hayden until a week or two ago. I like him, though, so I'll write him. I think the ending is kind of...awkward, maybe, but it's okay. Um...will point out that the time between each part is kind of unknown. Some parts the characters (mainly Hayden) seem more progressed than in other ones. I kind of like it that way.

If there are any typos...feel free to point them out. We tried to catch them all, but we probably didn't.

And I know the lack of actual slash is...disappointing, maybe, but at least it wasn't completely slashless. Or het. Hayden and Mason, as you can probably tell, would take a while to get to the slashy stage (lots of reasons, not enough space/time to explain) and I didn't feel like it fit to have anything like that in here (given how long I decided to make it.)Um, in case you're a bit confused about it because third person is not my best, River is 'father' and Javier is 'dad'. Right. I think this is enough rambling bullshit from me (as if most people actually reads the author's notes.)

Seeing as this is the last thing I'm posting on FP, tons of fucking love in advance to whoever reviews.