Maxy Lingers With Dreams of Being Spider-man

Sunday

As soon as I met him I was wary. Though I didn’t mean to raise my guard, the whole time he sat across the table from me, my hackles were up. If I were a wolf I’d have been growling to warn him away. After pissing around the café table, I would have nipped his heels lightly in an attempt to chase him away. Maybe after all that he’d finally get the message. But as I tried to glare discreetly at him from across the table he didn’t seem to notice. The challenged male simply leaned back in his chair and grinned stupidly.

A passing car caused his hair to ruffle slightly, and my ferocious gaze lingered briefly on his golden blonde hair. The sun’s rays (cruelly strong today) glanced off the top of his head, highlighting every shade. Feeling the heat upon my head and shoulders, I noticed he was wearing a light coloured pale blue button-up shirt opposed to my black t-shirt. A muttered curse was littered carelessly under the cover of breath as I tried to inch my patio chair closer to the wide umbrella. But I couldn’t reach the dark heart of the shadow, and I was left to satisfy myself with my former half-shadowed position. All through this my eyes didn’t dare to leave the offender.

Anguished, I compared my own dull blackish-brown hair to his golden hue, my skinny frame to his well built, and my awkwardness to his calm. I still hadn’t grown fully into my body (all hands and feet) while he had moved in, settled, and now was cleaning the attic out. All in all I was an awkward teenager, complete with a few pimples and a database of obscure music and computer knowledge no one cared to know, and he was a reincarnation of Brad Pitt.

Ria’s voice made me tear my eyes from his throat. I had been trying to remember where the jugular vein was exactly. “Maxwell, what do you think of my new boyfriend?” She asked me. Ria swayed her pony tail of wavy glossy black hair as she cocked her head to one side. I wonder if she knew that when she did this she looked utterly adorable. Ria is amazingly beautiful. Her tanned complexion perfectly contrasts her raven toned hair. Her cheeks always seem to have a light rosy tinge to them, whether natural or from make-up I’m not sure. Between her cheeks her nose perches, a dainty hybrid between a button nose and a pointed nose. Her eyebrows are thin and arching and her mouth is sweetly delicate. It wasn’t until I felt her warm cinnamon coloured eyes questioning me that I realized I hadn’t yet given an answer to her innocent question.

I forget what answer I stuttered out. I was so busy trying to avoid her gaze and keep what must have been a flaring red blush from overtaking my entire face. While I struggled to find an answer with something friendly to say about the Enemy my rival just lazed about in his chair. He wasn’t quite slouching but more lounging over the iron terrace seat. His smile was friendly and open. But I could see past that. I knew he was calculating cruelly behind that happy mask.

Instead of exposing him, I smiled empty promises of friendship. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Ria’s expression. She seemed a little skeptical at my open invitation of peace. Though the rouge in the lawn chair was completely wrapped up in my submission, Ria would be harder to convince. Her face was smiling but her eyes weren’t. They showed the detection of my lies.

Leaning towards the Foe, I gave him a reassuring smile though I also added a fierce protectiveness. Then I wouldn’t be so transparent. “But if you hurt her at all, the next thing you know, you’ll be beaten up in an alley way.” There. Very friendly.

“Max!” Ria broke in, in an exasperated tone. I knew though she was frustrated she now at least thought I was being honest. Lies always seem more believable when you throw truths in too. I really would beat the living daylights out of him if he mistreated Ria. I wasn’t lying then. Now she was apologizing to the Enemy. Telling that smug bastard that I was overprotective and not to worry.

As soon as Ria finished comforting him she made a hasty excuse to the ladies room. I must say: she must’ve had to pee really badly to leave me and him alone. We exchanged awkward glances. He shifted slightly. I ran my wandering gaze over the hats in a nearby shop window. The dark blue one with a peacock feather caught my eye once again, just like it had every other time I glanced that direction out of desperation. Throughout the meal I must have slid my eyes away to that shop window at least a hundred times.

A movement caught my eye, and I readied for attack. But the Evil One was only checking the time on his expensive wristwatch. I tried to settle back into my seat but my muscles were tense and alert. I could not relax with him there. Every inch he moved simply increased my anxiety.

Finally I had reached my limits. Feeling watched and vulnerable, I pulled myself from the terrace chair, tossing my napkin idly onto the table. His eyes followed my movements as I dug my hand into the pocket of my jeans. When my fingers slid over the familiar leather of my wallet, I gripped it and drew it from its abode. As I flipped open the wallet my eyes skimmed the other’s face.

His head rested on his hands, elbows on the table. His blue-green eyes scrutinized me. I knew he was wondering how to dissect my new position. He would run the stance through his repertoire of threatening postures. If it matched any of those, he would leap across the table, hands pressed to my throat.

He looked ready to speak and I anticipated harsh words of inhuman insight, cutting through the lies I tried to make myself believe. He would cruelly toss aside my phoney refuge and leave me exposed. I needed to get out of here before Ria returned.

“What are you doing?”

Or maybe he was simply puzzled at my behavior.

He sat there and a questioning look took residence on the bleak terrain of his face. I watched as his arms fell from his chin to rest on the table. As he leaned forward, the interrogation continued.

“Are you leaving?”

The second question. At least I knew the answer to this. But then, interrogators always started off easy to give you a false sense of security.

“Yes” I answered without much thought. I prepared myself for the next question.

“Why?”

This one was harder. My eyebrows furrowed as I searched my brain for a good response. I could tell the truth and tell him the reason I was leaving was because I hated him. I could tell him that he was a Menace and an Invader. I could tell him that he was trespassing on the friendship I had with Ria, one of my most precious possessions. I could tell him that I wanted to be sitting where he was, that I wanted to be the new boyfriend. I could tell him the reason I hated him was because I was jealous. I could-

No, I couldn’t. Like in situations such as these, I ended up lying.

“My uh- Mom wanted me home by 1:00 and it’s already-” I made a show of looking at my watch and discovered it actually wasn’t as late as I thought it had been. “12:17.” I finished lamely, my voice trailing off, left behind. It wouldn’t take me 43 minutes to get home. My house was only a 20 minute walk away.

I felt stupid and out of place. I limply stood there as he looked me over quizzically. “I thought your house was nearby?” The other asked me as he reached leisurely for his glass of coca-cola. He sipped the liquid while he eyed me over the top of the glass. He was waiting for an answer, I finally grasped.

“Uh- yeah only about a half-an-hour away…. But I thought it might be good to get home a little earlier just in case.” My mouth finally spat out in small bursts of speech.

The glass came down gently on the glass table as he replaced it. The condensation dripped down its side, pooling around the base and leaving a small puddle. Slowly and deliberately he raised his eyes from the glass to meet mine.

“Well then, why don’t you at least stay until Ria gets out of the washroom?” He leaned back into the chair. “I’m sure she’d like to say goodbye and you don’t need to leave right away. You could spare a few minutes, right?” He smiled good naturedly at me. Sincerity oozed from every word. I figured he must be lying.

But as it would probably be best to humour him, I answered, “Of course, that’s a wonderful idea.” I closed the wallet that had been open across my palms and slipped it back into the pocket it had come from. Inching closer to the chair, I managed to sink into it without letting my shoulders slouch. I would stay, but I would also stay on guard.

We exchanged grins that didn’t extend to our eyes. We politely nodded and made idle conversation as we waited for Ria. I wondered: was this as awkward as it could be, or would it been more uncomfortable when Ria returned?

We must have sat there for two hours, waiting for Ria. I fretted that something had happened to her. Should I go and look for her? Not that I’d want to go into the Ladies Washroom or ever be caught in there, dead or alive, but if Ria was in some sort of trouble I’d brave the appalling idea of venturing into the Woman’s W.C. for her. That’s something you just have to do for a friend sometimes.

As I was fidgeting in my seat, I tried to decide whether to make a lame excuse to the Not-To-Be-Named-One so I could search for Ria or if it was all unnecessary. The words started to form in my head. ‘Hey, I’ve got to use the washroom if you’d just excuse me for a sec-’ My half baked ideas were cut short when a voice grabbed my attention. Actually since it was the voice of Ria, my attention was not just grabbed but forced and held in attentiveness.

“Hey guys, I’m sorry I took so long but I ran into a friend of mine as I was leaving the bathroom.” She smiled and I instantly forgave her for making me sit in the Oaf’s company for total of seven whole minutes. Not that she would have intended for it to be punishment, Ria was much too kind to inflict anything of the sort on her dear best friend and stupidly overvalued boyfriend. “Did you find anything interesting to talk about while I was gone?” She inquired angelically as she sunk into her chair, rearranging her napkin back on her lap.

I was at a loss for words so I let the Other One handle this situation. Quietly staring at Ria’s expression and the face of the Boyfriend, I listened to what awkward reply he would offer up.

“Oh,” the Hated One began. “We didn’t talk much while you were gone.” He exaggeratedly winked at me, daring Ria to question his statement.

Ria noticed the wink but only raised an eyebrow in response before turning to me. “Max, what did you talk about with Andrew?” Perhaps hoping I would say something that would explain the wink so she wouldn’t have to give her boyfriend the satisfaction of her asking.

But unfortunately for her I couldn’t oblige. “Nothing.” I answered curtly. “We didn’t talk about anything.”

She frowned as she looked back and forth between the two of us but said nothing further on the subject.

Then for the next five minutes or so Ria and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named made small talk. I only interjected phrases when Ria spoke to me specifically, resulting in that I probably only spoke three words during those five minutes. Finally when I could bear no more, I made a hurried excuse, set enough bills to cover my meal on the table, and then left the restaurant behind as fast as my legs could carry me at a walking pace.

I was drowning my sorrows in an amaretto Italian soda at a coffee shop a few blocks away from the restaurant (“Now with Wi-fi!” the coffee shop advertised on the glass front window) when a friend of mine startled me. Sipping the bittersweet liquid through a bendy straw, I nearly choked when I heard “Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer came down upon their heads!” sung from behind me with powerful off-key singing that only my friend Liam can manage.

Many times in the past I have asked and attempted to persuade him against singing that song every time he sees me (personally a song where people are killed off with a silver hammer gives me the creeps, even if it is a Beatles song) but all of my cajoling seems to go in one ear and straight out the other. Maybe I wouldn’t have minded it so much if he didn’t seem to explode with a tuneless version of the song whenever I entered his vicinity.

The whole thing with Ria’s new boyfriend combined with the thoughts of Liam’s persistent serenading made me sulky. Instead of greeting Liam warmly or at least as warmly as I usually greet him (which usually consists of a sigh and the phrase, “Liam, I hate that song. Why are you here?” to which he grins and laughs good naturedly causing me to smile) I glared at him pointedly before turning my attention back to my half drained cup, the fervor of Italian soda rapidly disappearing.

“Whoa,” said Liam while throwing his hands up in mock defense. “Is it just me or did the temperature drop several degrees in here?” He grinned at my glower. The smile stretched past the confines of his face and his eyes laughed at me. Actually not really at me, but at the world.

I couldn’t stay angry in the face of such amiable intentions. Slowly my pout of anger slipped into a weak smile. Liam flopped down into the seat across from me, red hair bouncing lightly as he made impact. Liam’s the kind of guy that’s broadly built with big bones, but isn’t fat unless you’re searching for ammunition during a quarrel, regardless of the truth and only looking to bruise. But with such cheerfulness and friendliness, Liam rarely got into fights with anyone, including his parents, which is unusual for any teenager.

His clear blue eyes are the kind that solicit openness, the kind that are ideal to tell secrets to. Liam only lets things slip when he’s really angry or flustered which hardly ever happens anyway. Besides he’s a good listener, never ridiculing anyone.

Not bothering to hesitate, I poured out my troubles to him. Liam sympathized when the time came, insulted the Evil Doer when the proper moments arose, and even offered some of his own advice.

“Well, Maxwell,” Liam said empathetically. “You really got yourself into a bind this time.”

“Is there any hope for me, Doc?” I asked sarcastically with a half smirk as he grinned in reply.

“There is, son, there is,” Liam told me in a deep solemn voice. Then catching my eyes with his own twinkling ones he continued on in his normal voice. “Well from what I gather there are several things you could do. You could wait until they break up and then tell her that you like her, or you could tell her now. You could try and make her jealous, though I wouldn’t encourage that.”

“Yeah I can see why not, it’s kind of low. Plus, if the girl I went out with thought I was serious there would be a whole new string of problems.” I added.

Liam nodded, “Exactly. But I’d say you be best with trying to win her affection first. I mean, I know you guys are best friends but maybe try to impress her a little. Try to spiff up your appearance a bit or something.”

My eyes instantly narrowed. “What’s wrong with my appearance?” I demanded. Looking over my slightly ripped jeans and my heavily worn out black and white checkered Vans patched with duct tape, I blushed slightly.

Liam’s eyes widened in alarm. “I just meant that you could try to go out of your way to maybe smell nice or look nice for her!” He hastily smoothed my ruffled feathers.

Grudgingly I told him, “I suppose I could think a little more about the way I look.” I didn’t want to change my clothes. Even if they were ripped and worn out. But instead of changing around my clothes I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to spend a little more time than usual on hygiene.

“So,” Liam advised. “The best thing to do is to tell her. Either now or after they break up. Of course if you wait too long there might not be a break up.”

My breath caught in my throat I couldn’t bear the thought of it being too late. I couldn’t lose Ria. It’s said that if you love a person enough you can let them go. I understood this in theory but I don’t think I would ever be able to carry it through.

When I got home I eyed myself reluctantly in the mirror. I scowled at my face. A face like mine didn’t deserve the beauty of Ria. Furious with myself, I washed my face vigorously, trying to wash away any blemish. I didn’t see much of a difference when I finished but the disappearance of pimples doesn’t happen instantly. It’s one of those far off ideas that you only reach by washing your face so often it becomes routine.

Now with my face tinged red but squeaky clean and my hair dripping with the onslaught of water, I didn’t feel any more worthy. I sighed.

Saturday

Almost a week later I met up with Ria to got to a movie and just hang out downtown. It had been awhile since just the two of us had time to hang out. For the past week that Evil Being had accompanied all of our outings, which was only several.

In the consideration of Liam’s words I had attempted to appear better dressed. My face was clean and my hair was distinctly not greasy. I had even tried to comb it a bit, although my hair didn’t really cooperate for that. My clothes were nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary. My jeans were closely cut in accordance to indie fashion, but still baggy enough to be comfortable, and my t-shirt depicted “EMERY” in bold letters accompanied with a tipped fish bowl. The same beat up Vans as I had worn yesterday were on my feet; though I had newer pairs of shoes I didn’t love them nearly as much as the one pair that was falling apart.

For some reason I felt nervous as I waited for Ria outside the mall. It wasn’t even as though we were going on a date or something! I tried to reason with myself but I still remained flighty. Music from a nearby record store filled my ears. The melodies of some pop song spilled from the doors and danced around my head. I felt as if I were in a movie.

Smiling at that thought I turned idly to the side. Ria stood there in all her splendor, grinning back. I must have had the stupidest look on my face as I gaped at her. Of course she looked amazing. But if I looked like a dope she didn’t seem to notice. Instead she motioned to the glass doors of the mall.

“C’mon, we’ll be late if we don’t hurry!” Ria ushered me into the mall. White teeth gleamed against the tanned tone of her skin as she smiled at me.

I let myself be guided into the mall with no trouble. Moving through the doors I felt the blast of the icy AC as I entered. I shivered at first but then as I got used to it the frostiness no longer bothered me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ria draw her red sweatshirt closer around her delicate frame. Underneath her sweatshirt I glimpsed a long black tank top. Her Capri jeans were snug fitting and flattering to her form. Glancing down at her feet I saw that she was wearing her red Converse high tops. The ones that she had drawn black checkered squares all over.

I yawned, and I tried to cover it up. I wasn’t bored but I was really tired from having spent half the night playing Myst. Ria walked a few paces in front of me and I quickened my pace to catch up.

As we neared the ticket counter we fell into the line. Ria halted abruptly and I took my spot behind her. While we were waiting for the line to crawl along Ria turned partway so she could meet my eyes.

“Mm…you smell good today!” She told me with a soft smile.

Ears burning, I tried to act nonchalant. “Oh really?” My voice didn’t come out as calm and collected as I would have wished, but it would do.

“Yeah,” Ria answered, turning back to face forward and taking a few steps. “Did you do anything different?”

“Naw.” I lied. When she glanced backwards to see my expression I smiled crookedly. “Nothing at all.” I repeated, taking a few steps forward as the line moved.

Throughout the rest of the day I felt very awkward. Sometimes I would want to hug Ria or put my arm around her, but then I’d chide myself for having such thoughts. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?! But to counter that my mind would argue ‘Sure, she has a boyfriend, I know that, but this isn’t romantic, it’s simply friendly. Why can’t friends hug each other?’ Finally reaching this conclusion I’d be pleased with not feeling guilty but by this point the moment had passed and just to hug her randomly would seem odd. With these thoughts my mind battled it out, leaving me distracted more than once.

“Maxwell?” Ria questioned on one of those occasions, trying to regain my attention. “Are you okay? You seem a little preoccupied….”

“Huh?” My mind came suddenly from the fog. “Oh. Um, it’s okay, I’m fine.” I mumbled out. All my words were in a jumble.

Ria’s eyes ran meticulously over my face, unconvinced and worried. “…Alright.” She turned almost stiffly to glance at the clothes of a boutique window in passing. “You just looked lost within in a problem…” her voice faded out for a second, perhaps lost in a thought of her own before returning, “You don’t have girl troubles, do you, Maxy?” Ria looked at me squarely with a tilted smile of amusement.

I almost laughed out loud from the unexpected use of my childhood nickname. Ria only really used it in jest or affection, but it never failed to make me feel like a little kid whenever she used it. When she called me Maxy I felt like Spider-man.

“Actually,” half chuckling as I spoke, “it is girl troubles.” With a smug smile I greeted her looks of astonishment. I don’t think she expected her teasing to be so close to the truth.

Her beautiful chocolate eyes were wide as she exclaimed, “Really!” Gathering control of herself, she proceeded to ask in a more normal voice, “What’s your problem, Maxy?”

Relishing again the feelings of childhood, I answered with deliberate vagueness, “Well, I’m crazy about this girl, but I don’t think she feels the same way ‘cause she has a boyfriend.”

I would have liked to say that Ria’s face fell and that I admitted it was her I was crazy about and she kissed me and we lived happily ever after, but such was not the case. As the afore mentioned scenario played in my head, I heard Ria state with pity, “Poor, Maxy.” She shook her head in sympathy. “If she’s already got someone this girl doesn’t seem worth the trouble.”

I shook my head decidedly. “Oh, but that is the trouble, because she is worth it.” I snuck a look at Ria out of the corner of my eye. Instead of acting crestfallen she only shrugged in reply to my declaration before changing the subject. I reluctantly admitted to myself that she didn’t like me more as a friend, crushing my empty dreams beneath the toe of my beaten Vans sneaker before tossing them in the trash.

Thursday

It was several days later before Ria and I got another chance to hang out. Ria had been spending so much time with her precious boyfriend I thought I’d either go crazy or puke. After one day of pouting and sulking and three days of playing Mortal Kombat and Final Fantasy VII with my friend Tyler, I knew I’d end up in a mental institution if I spent one more hour inside the house. I had just laced up a pair of Converse, ready to leave, when the phone rang. Bitchy as I felt, I dragged myself back from the fresh air to answer the ringing phone.

My self-discipline proved its worth when Ria was on the other end. She wanted to know if I’d like to meet up with her. Which, of course, I always did. After a few minutes of debating we agreed upon meeting at her house. She told me that it was okay to come over anytime after 12:00 p.m. We exchanged short good-byes and I hung up.

A glance at my watch as I stepped out the door told me it was 11:45 a.m. Shrugging, I made my way to her house. It wouldn’t hurt to be a little earlier than expected since I was usually late. Walking down the street with light steps I felt filled with a purpose. Even the small task of getting to Ria’s house gave me a goal to work towards: spending time with Ria.

I was surprised when I reached the house at exactly 12:00 on the dot. Shrugging, I leapt up the wooden stairs leading up to her porch. My hand extended to ring the door bell when I saw a piece of paper taped over it. “Doorbell on the fritz, please knock,” it read in neatly printed capitals. I moved my finger from the doorbell button and knocked on the door.

When the door swung open I was shocked to see Ria’s mom. Not shocked in a bad way, mind you, I was simply surprised that she was home on a weekday when she usually works.

“Hello, Maxwell!” She welcomed me warmly as she ushered me into the hallway. Her accent, a by product of English being her second language, was thick, but I was used to it after all the years I had known her.

“Hello, Isabel.” A smile crept unto my face as I greeted her in return. I sat on the stairs to untie my Converses while she chatted with me.

“I’m just working at home today because little Nikolas is sick today. He has such a fierce fever! I asked Ria to take care of him, but of course she does not want to. Not that I blame her, I understand it’s tiresome for a teenager to baby-sit her younger siblings. Especially when Nikolas assures that you wait on him hand and foot!

Besides, I did tell her that if she baby-sat all yesterday I wouldn’t make her watch over Nikolas or Maria for the rest of the week. Of course at the time it seemed like a bargain, but if only I knew Nikolas was going to be sick today! Tsk, tsk. How shall I get any work done today if Nikolas keeps up his calls for saltines and chicken soup throughout the day!

Oh, but dear, I’m simply talking your ear off, aren’t I? Why don’t you just make your way up to Ria’s room? Oh, just give those to me, dear.”

I handed her my Converses before turning to make my way up the staircase. As I walked up the slippery wooden steps I heard a little boy call, “Mama! I’m hungry, can you get me some crackers?”

Then I heard Isabel yell, “Of course! Just a second, dear!” in reply, before I reached the second floor.
Walking down the hall to another staircase, I climbed up to the third floor. As I stood at the top of the stairs I could hear Ria talking to someone on the phone.

“What was that?” Pause. “Of course I broke up with him!” Another pause. “No, he doesn’t know yet.”

I took a few steps closer to her room, passing a bathroom, the only other room on this floor, on my right.

“Well, I am going to tell him.” Ria continued. “But it wouldn’t work out. Max doesn’t think of me that way. Besides he has a crush on someone else.” Pause. “I don’t know who, he didn’t tell me.”
I felt guilty on eavesdropping, even it had been unintentional, as I took a few steps forward into the sight of Ria’s room.

“No-” Ria started before she turned around and saw me in the doorway. Her face grew pale and her eyes shot open wider in surprise. For a moment she gawked at me before continuing to talk. “Uh, I’ve got to go.” Pause. “Yeah, sure.” Pause. “Okay, bye.” Ria hung up with a click of the button. Her cheeks were flushed as she stood there awkwardly.

“What wouldn’t work out?” I asked her persistently. Since she had been talking about me, I was all the more curious.

“Hey Max. I didn’t hear you come in.” Ria said stiffly.

But I wasn’t going to give in that easily. “What wouldn’t work out?”

“Did Mama tell you that Nikolas is sick with a fever?” Ria desperately tried to change the subject.

“She did, as a matter of fact. What wouldn’t work out?” I stubbornly asked.

Ria sighed and she sat on her bed in defeat. She clutched her head with one hand while the other arm wrapped itself around her middle. “You and me wouldn’t work out.” Ria spoke without looking up.

My body grew tense and excited. Me and her…? I could scarcely think, my veins pulsed with anticipation. But…maybe I didn’t understand…. “As in boyfriend, girlfriend?” I said nervously, I was so afraid that I was mistaken. “Is that how you meant?”

Ria peeked up at me. “As in us going out.” She answered shortly.

I knew that that stupid dopey smile of mine had returned to my face. I could feel the happiness doing strange things to my expression. I wanted to laugh but instead I just had that idiotic looking smile glued to my face. “You… have a crush on… me? What about your perfect boyfriend?”

Her expression was hard to decipher. “We broke up.” Ria paused for a moment and looked out her window, maybe too embarrassed to meet my eyes. “I don’t think I ever really liked Andrew. He was fun to hang out with and a good friend, but after we started going out I realized I didn’t actually think of him in a boyfriend way. But then I decided that I might as well keep Andrew as a boyfriend for a little while, just because he was fun to talk to.
Also I thought that if I had a boyfriend, you’d finally notice me as a girl, and not just a friend.” Ria turned back to catch my flabbergasted expression. While I had been trying to get her to notice me as more than a friend, she was trying to get me to notice her as more than a friend! It was so ironic I started laughing.

As the laughter escaped my throat, Ria looked hurt. I realized that she thought I was laughing at her. Talking two strides forward, I encompassed her in my arms. Leaning towards her I whispered in her ear. “I knew you’d be worth the trouble. I didn’t want to give up on you because I just knew it would work out.”

When she smiled back at me, her amazing cinnamon eyes sparkling, I knew she understood.

So, this is my first story up, and when I become less lazy I'll upload a few more.

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--Momoro