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Post by vivien emma of england on Jun 7, 2012 1:27:37 GMT -5
Vivien knew it was time she and Bri sat down and talked this out. After all, they couldn’t go on like this forever, and all this pent up anger and frustration with one another was the last thing on earth that was going to solve the situation. Yes, it was far time they actually talked. In fact, the two really hadn’t spoken more than a few words in the last couple of months. Maybe even since the scandal was let out. The sad thing was, at this point, she couldn’t even remember. Well, if that wasn’t a sign she didn’t know what was.
Not only was it due time for a talk, but it was due time for an apology, and an explanation. She owed her sister that much at least after sleeping with, and falling in love with her husband to be. Besides, she wanted to let her know, it wasn’t to hurt her. They had kept it a secret for exactly the opposite reason. It was to protect her from ever knowing the truth, that probably would hurt her. Vivien was tired of feeling this way, and only hoped her sister might be able, in some small way to understand. So, with a heavy heart, she approached the familiar dorm room door and gave it a small knock as she spoke to her sister, who she hoped was inside. “Bri. It’s me.” She said simply, hoping that was enough for her sister to open the door and let her begin her apology.
ENOUGH WORDS | COMPLETE | BRI | OUTFITLYRICS BY SKILLET| TEMPLATE BY ARROFINALLY! XD CANT WAIT TO ACTUALLY DO THIS!
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Post by gabriella nicole of england on Jun 13, 2012 12:06:43 GMT -5
*I'M NOT READY TO MAKE NICE,I'M NOT READY TO BACK DOWN, I'M STILL MAD AS HELL AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She should have known. It had been obvious to everyone except for her, apparently. The clues had all been there, but Gabriella had been too blind and trusting to even consider for a second that the two people she trusted most in the world were capable of doing something that would hurt her so badly. The biggest hint had been when the bartender at the IceBox had thought Bri had been in there before with Dante. Something in her head clicked and she was surprised that the pieces hadn't fallen into place right there and then. They'd been talking about the wedding, Vivien had said. Well, the IceBox was no place for business talk. No, it was the sort of place to take a date when you didn't want to be seen by anyone. And all summer, when Viv had offered to stay behind in Spain to help out with the wedding... She felt a little sick just thinking about it.
Was she really that terrible of a sister, of a best friend that they'd honestly thought they couldn't tell her? Gabriella hadn't cried when she saw the picture, only been consumed by a faint numbness. It had seemed surreal for the first few hours, until that incident in the girls bathroom. There had been only a few times in her life when Bri had wanted to hurt someone as badly as she did right then. Those among her classmates who sneered at her weren't worth her time, and she'd lost numerous acquaintances because the looks had been unbearable. Mortified beyond belief, her room had become her sanctuary for the first several weeks, interrupted only by class and early morning visits to the stables.
A lot had changed in the past few months though; she had made new, better friends in the form of Victor, Cathleen, and Romeo -although Romeo was definitely more than just a friend. Bri had been talking to her father every day on the phone, trying to talk her way out of marrying Dante, but she'd changed tactics. As opposed to stubbornly refusing, begging, pleading or whining, she'd become more logical and reasonable. What if she were to marry someone else, another prince from a different country instead of marrying Dante? It seemed to be having some effect, and it had seriously gotten them both off her back about her fiancée. Gone was the pressure to be seen with him, gone was the pressure to spend time with him, and all wedding plans were currently on hiatus. It was more than Gabriella would have hoped for a few weeks ago.
Currently, she was sitting on the ledge against the window, just finishing up an assignment. It wasn't due for another few days, but Bri wanted to make sure she'd answered all of the questions right. Will had gone out, presumably swimming, though she had noticed him hanging out with a younger girl a few weeks ago. She was making a mental note to ask him about it when there was a knock at the door. "Hold on, just one sec!" she called in the direction of the door as she took a one second glance in her mirror. Her stomach was all nervous and jumpy, hoping it was Romeo, so she hurried to the door and excitedly pulled it open without looking through the peep hole first. Vivien's voice only registered after Bri had opened the door. The second she saw who it was, Gabriella's stomach bottomed out, her expression turning hard and defensive. "Oh. Hey," was the best she could offer to her twin as the bitter disappointment washed over her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT RIGHT, PROBABLY WOULDN'T IF I COULD, CAUSE I'M MAD AS HELL, CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO DO WHAT IT IS YOU THINK I SHOULD
*WORDS, 617 *STATUS, FINISHED *TAG, VIVIEN *SONG, NOT READY TO MAKE NICE BY THE DIXIE CHICKS *CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0. KEEP THIS CREDIT ON HERE OR I WILL CURBSTOMP YOU (IN THE MOST LOVING WAY POSSIBLE!)
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Post by vivien emma of england on Jul 13, 2012 12:06:06 GMT -5
Vivien knew what she had done to her sister was wrong. In fact, she hated what she had done. She felt nothing but guilt and regret at the thought, and she knew no words she could say would make up for her actions. The most rediculous thing about the situation is that she had only kept her relationship a secret to protect her sister. She thought she wouldn't have been able to handle the idea. But, maybe the real reason she had done it was that she herself was t ready to admit the feelings she had for Dante. They were far too strong and unfamiliar, and completely unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she was scared. Not only that, but she also had the constant fear that she felt too much, and even though now the idea seemed a stretch, she was still frightened Dante would tire of her, just like all the others, and she would be left with only feelings of embarrassment, and she wished to share that with no one, so far better to keep it a secret.
She stared at her sister's dissapointed expression from the doorway, and with ever so slight a smile, she asked, "Can I come in?" A pleading look on her face that seemed to be a combination of ashamed and distressed. "I understand if you say no, trust me." she spoke with almost a pitiful laugh. "I don't know where to begin," she continued, helplessly, "other than to say I'm sorry. Bri, I am so, so sorry. I know, this is far too late, but please, after all I've done to you, I at least owe you an explanation." Although there was still a hint of queen like propriety in the words as she spoke them, Vivien truly meant every word she said. It was difficult after all this time to maintain sisterly affection, especially after all that had happened, but this was the closest she could get. It was hard for her to express her true self to others, after all, since she had been taught since birth to hide her emotions from the world, but now was definitely not the time to do so. This subject required a different kind of emotion. The truth.
ENOUGH WORDS | COMPLETE | BRI | OUTFITLYRICS BY SKILLET| TEMPLATE BY ARROI HATE THAT THINGS KEEP GETTING IN THE WAY OF THIS THREAD! Dx
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Post by gabriella nicole of england on Jul 17, 2012 18:43:53 GMT -5
*I'M NOT READY TO MAKE NICE,I'M NOT READY TO BACK DOWN, I'M STILL MAD AS HELL AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It felt like her stomach had bottomed out when Gabriella realized just who'd been the one knocking on her door. Hopefully her twin wouldn't notice the white knuckled grip she had on the doorframe and guardedly held it open as an invitation. "Sure. Will's at the pool, so it's just us." But oh, how Bri wished it wasn't just the two of them. Someone, anyone would have been welcome. Well.... almost anyone. If Vivien had expected a cheerful greeting she was going to be severely disappointed. From the expression on her older sister's face though that wasn't the case at all. If anything, Vivien looked more upset than Bri had seen her in years. Then again, considering how little time they'd actually spent with each other it wouldn't have taken much. Out of the two of them Vivien had always been the quieter and more withdrawn one while the younger twin hadn't been afraid of showing absolutely everything she was feeling all the time. After all, everyone was entitled to feel the way they wanted right? No one was allowed to tell you that feeling a certain way wasn't okay.
Now it was when a persno acted on those feelings that problems got started. Which reminded her... a talk with Aubrey was in order. Yes, she was going to face the self-titled Head Bitch and fight for Romeo, not just because Bri kinda/sorta really liked him, but because he was one of her best friends. The way Aubrey had been behaving was childish and immature, though it probably wouldn't be a good idea to point it out to her. Gabriella's hands were trembling with supressed emotions as she closed the door quietly and gestured to a nearby chair for Vivien. She wasn't sure if her sister would sit down or not; whenever the oldest English child got upset she tended to pace. Her parents had trained her to do it because it gave one a thoughtful countenance and made masking one's emotions far easier.
It was hard keeping a nonjudgemental facial expression, and even harder to bite back the sarcastic comment dancing on the edges of her lips. In an effort to stop it Bri began biting her bottom lip, as if the pain could prevent the words from slipping out. "Okay Vivien, if you've got something to say you can say it." Since you obviously had problems saying it before, she mentally added. The polite thing to do at this point would dictate tea and scones, but Bri decided to forgo manners for the moment. Her twin had to prove she still deserved them after everything that had happened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT RIGHT, PROBABLY WOULDN'T IF I COULD, CAUSE I'M MAD AS HELL, CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO DO WHAT IT IS YOU THINK I SHOULD
*WORDS, 453 *STATUS, FINISHED *TAG, VIVIEN *SONG, NOT READY TO MAKE NICE BY THE DIXIE CHICKS *CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0. KEEP THIS CREDIT ON HERE OR I WILL CURBSTOMP YOU (IN THE MOST LOVING WAY POSSIBLE!)
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Post by vivien emma of england on Jul 19, 2012 7:53:50 GMT -5
Vivien would have given anything to make this situation a less awkward one. If only her servant was here to bring in some proper tea and scones, while Vivien could sit in her regal manner and calmly and collectedly explain the situation, how it was all a misunderstanding, and they could enjoy the rest of their mid day snack with smiles on their faces, politely commenting on the weather. Sadly for Vivien, she knew this experience would be anything but that, and as far out of her comfort zone as anything could possibly be. This expression of her feelings was so against all her teachings, it was almost as difficult to do his as it had been admitting to herself her feelings for Dante. But, the situation was not going to change, no matter how much she wished it would, so she began to pace in her usual manner in front of the chair her sister had offered her.
She opened her mouth to begin, but nothing came out. This was going to be even more difficult than she thought. "Nothing I'm going to say will ever make this okay. I know that. I've hurt you, and caused you more pain than I would ever wish on anyone," Vivien began, her trained stateliness showing through as she kept pacing in front of the chair. "But Bri, I couldn't tell you. I was too scared. I couldn't tell anyone, the only people who knew were those who found out on their own. I couldn't even admit it to myself. I mean really, me, who has known nothing but training to become queen and my duties to the nation, running off with my sisters fiancé? I couldn't even believe myself, and I was hardly ready to face what I was doing, let alone tell you. the feelings I had for him were so strong, well, are so strong; I've never felt anything like this before, ever. I don't know how to explain it. Then seeing the two of you planning your wedding, helping to pick out the napkins and the floral arrangements, it was just too much. I was so jealous and resentful, and utterly miserable, but I couldn't tear myself away. Not only that, but part of me was telling myself he probably didn't feel the same way, and if I said it out loud it would all disappear in a minute. But Bri, I...I..." she suddenly stopped. The words had been flowing freely. Everything she said, whether proper or not, we're true. Once she started it was as if she couldn't stop herself; that was until it was time to say the real answer to all this, something she'd never actually admitted out loud to anyone, not even to Dante. She had always been too scared of the results, but now, she knew it was time to say the words she had always feared. "I love him." and there it was. It felt surprisingly natural to admit it, as though a weight had just been listed off her chest. "More than I can bear. I know, its impossible, and you probably won't understand, but it's true, and now....now I'm stuck. I'm so stuck. And I'm such an idiot for letting this happen. How could I let this happen? I just couldn't help it. And now...now I'm so frightened im going to have to spend the rest of my life feeling this way, without him." She admitted, tears brimming her eyes as she shook slightly with emotion. It was as if everything she had meant to say, everything she had always wanted to tell her sister was all out in a minute. She had never had an outburst like this, as far as she could remember, and it felt strange, embarrassing, and somewhat relieving.
ENOUGH WORDS | COMPLETE | BRI | OUTFITLYRICS BY SKILLET| TEMPLATE BY ARROAND HERE WE GO XD
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Post by gabriella nicole of england on Jul 19, 2012 18:53:00 GMT -5
*I'M NOT READY TO MAKE NICE,I'M NOT READY TO BACK DOWN, I'M STILL MAD AS HELL AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - While Gabriella and her twin had been close once, that certainly wasn’t the case now. Bollox. She’d been so sure that the two of them had bonded over the summer and that some sense of normalcy had returned to their relationship. Apparently she couldn’t have been more wrong. The rift between them had only grown bigger after the blog posting and Bri, unable to cope with her fiancée kissing her twin sister had decided to lay low for some weeks after the story had been released. Lying really, really low, as in off of everyone’s radar completely. She’d attended all of her classes but other than that and riding Kalli in the mornings, she hadn’t been the most social of people for the first month and a half. Of course, that was when Dante had started texting her and ended up totaling his car before leaving for rehab or something, and then there had been a double twin birthday party, which had been the epitome of awkwardness. It was only thanks to her close friends that Gabriella had been able to make it through everything at all. As expected, Vivien began pacing the length of the room, wrinkles appearing on her forehead as the eldest of the English children worried. Gabriella’s twin certainly had a lot to worry about. The girls bathroom had been buzzing since Dante’s departure about how impossible Bri’s twin’s situation was. Both of the ‘star-crossed lovers’ –as they’d irritatingly been dubbed- were first in line for their respective thrones, so whatever the two of them had was going to be short lived. The general consensus was that the cheaters had been very much in the wrong, and even the hard romantics were hard pressed to defend the actions of the pair. A line had definitely been crossed, and while every story had at least two sides, Gabriella wasn’t her twin’s biggest fan right now. She wasn’t sure it was even possible to repair their relationship after this.
Still, listening wouldn’t hurt anything except her already raw feelings so Bri chose to hear Vivien out, even if her first reaction had been to close the door in her sister’s face. Letting Vivien say her piece without interrupting was tough but Bri somehow managed to bite her tongue. The only time her hard and angry facial expression changed was to flinch at the word 'love'. They were only eighteen for crying out loud, how were they supposed to even know what love felt like? Her arms did cross themselves as her fiery temper revealed itself though. When silence fell upon them again, her sarcasm surfaced. My turn. "Really Vivien? You made me look like a total namby in front of everyone! Do you know what that feels like?" Her back left the chair as she stood up and held her hands in front of her, fingers spread in an attempt to convey just how largely this had affected her.
Now she was really on a roll, and the rage was pouring off of her body in waves. "Yeah, that was real brilliant of you, helping me plan my wedding and acting as 'liason' for the summer. So what, you guys looked over napkin designs and then snuck off to bang each other in of their million spare rooms while I was stuck dealing with our mothers?" It had been so selfish of Vivien that for a few seconds the younger twin couldn't even articulate her feelings. She opened and closed her mouth once, swallowing against the sudden dryness in her throat. "Don't worry dearest twin, there's no way in hell I'm marrying him after all this. I don't care what Mum and Dad say, I'll abdicate my position before that happens. I'm not getting caught in the middle of you two and being miserable for the rest of my life." There was a long silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. At last, Gabriella's big brown eyes began welling with tears. "How could you not trust me Viv?" Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip again, and the momentary weakness of tears left as they evaporated from her eyes. Her war face was on now, and despite the horrid stabbing in her gut, Bri was determined to fully express just how frustrating this whole ordeal had been. She'd tried her best to make the arranged marriage work, but clearly it wasn't going to. Now the question was: what could be done about it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT RIGHT, PROBABLY WOULDN'T IF I COULD, CAUSE I'M MAD AS HELL, CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO DO WHAT IT IS YOU THINK I SHOULD
*WORDS, 453 *STATUS, FINISHED *TAG, VIVIEN *NOTES, SORRY DARLING, I HAD TO MAKE IT REALISTIC. NO ONE WOULD TAKE THIS LYING DOWN, ESPECIALLY GABRIELLA *SONG, NOT READY TO MAKE NICE BY THE DIXIE CHICKS *CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0. KEEP THIS CREDIT ON HERE OR I WILL CURBSTOMP YOU (IN THE MOST LOVING WAY POSSIBLE!)
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Post by vivien emma of england on Jul 20, 2012 18:12:10 GMT -5
Vivien hated arguments. It was against her nature to participate in them, since it had practically been drilled into her mind that to solve problems, one did not raise their voice, they came up with a carefully calculated reply to solve the problem. But, Vivien's head wasn't exactly in a place that allowed for such replies, so all she could muster was "I know Bri, I know, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what else to say other than I never meant to hurt you. I'm not even going to come up with excuses because there aren't any." Vivien replied quietly, desperately trying to hold back the tears she was fighting. But, as she continued onwards, her voice finally rising, the tears began to flow. Vivien hated crying more than anything, especially in front of another person. It made her feel frighteningly out of control of the situation, and of her own feelings. "I screwed up, Bri. Haven't you done that before in your life? I hate that I hurt you, I hate it. What, do you think I did all this just to spite you? I kept it a secret to protect you! I knew you wouldn't understand." She shook her head as she sobbed, making exasperated gestures with her hands to match her words. With the final words she spoke, Vivien plopped down in the chair her sister had originally offered to her, the tears still running down her face as she desperately tried to wipe them away.
For the millionth time in the last few months, it dawned on her that this might be the final straw with her twin; that maybe this argument, the one she was dreading and postponing for weeks would be the wedge that finally drove them apart completely, never to speak again. It was how she was always scared their relationship would end, but now, it was a sort of assumed fact in her mind. As the argument she had feared was upon her, she would have done almost anything to take it all back, but it was far too late for that.
With a scoff, even as the tears still streamed, she raised her eyebrows. "What, do you honestly think after all this, mom would let that happen? She'd cut you off from everyone, from everything! Besides, you think I haven't talked to mom about this? You can't even imagine what's she's been like about the subject, it's like she's more determined than ever for the two of us to be utterly miserable. She's already got six different dukes for me to choose between all lined up, and I've got three more weeks to decide which one is less likely to cause me to fall asleep during a conversation." She said helplessly as she leaned back in her chair. The idea of marrying anyone other than Dante felt like water torture.
Her lip quivered as the sudden silence grew between them, desperately trying to stop the constant sobs that had started minutes before. Sadly for her, they seemed to be persistent, and only died off as her sister spoke to break the silence. She sighed before replying, "Its not that I didn't trust you, Bri. We never talk. Ever. Not even before all this. I cant even remember our last normal conversation. I feel like I barely even know you that well now. I mean really, you probably have tons of things you haven't told me. Not that I'm saying your secrets are half as bad as mine, but you know what I mean. We don't talk, we don't tell each other anything anymore. I guess this is what happens." Vivien spoke solemnly. As far as she could see, every word she spoke was the truth. The two sisters had grown so far apart, Vivien barely even knew the basics about Gabriella any more. Though over the summer they had tried to bond for a while, they hadn't quite clicked like they should have, mostly due to the massive guilt looming over Vivien's head about Dante. Everything about their relationship at that point was awkward, and had only grown more so, to an extreme since the scandal hit.
ENOUGH WORDS | COMPLETE | BRI | OUTFITLYRICS BY SKILLET| TEMPLATE BY ARRO OF COURSE NOT! SHE WOULDN'T BE BRI IF SHE DIDN'T XD ABOUT TIME VIV GOT YELLED AT BY HER ANYWAY! AS LONG AS THEY MAKE UP EVENTUALLY! VIV NEEDS TO GIVE HER THE CROWN SOMEHOW HAHA
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Post by gabriella nicole of england on Jul 24, 2012 23:04:23 GMT -5
*I'M NOT READY TO MAKE NICE,I'M NOT READY TO BACK DOWN, I'M STILL MAD AS HELL AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Would it have been terrible to admit that Bri had tuned out for part of Vivien's apologetic speech. Clearly her twin felt bad, it was obvious on her face. Was it enough though? Vivien's remorse didn't undo what had been done, but it did help a little to know the full extent of how bad her twin felt. For Viv to be pushed to tears was almost unprecedented; Bri hadn't seen her cry since they were eight or nine years old. After that it was like all of the lessons and training to prepare her for the throne had just sucked the emotion out of her or something. Usually it was Gabriella who was the overly emotional one while Vivien sat stoically, not the other way around. Bri supposed it was one of her own weaknesses that she got impassioned when it came to things she cared about, and yet another because she didn't particularly care who saw her angry or upset face most of the time. It likely provided their parents with still more confirmation that they'd made the right choice in choosing their oldest child for the throne.
This scandal was a black mark on Vivien's otherwise spotless record, that's for sure. Bri wasn't sure exactly what their parents had said to her twin, but she'd received a slew of voicemails from both parents, each longer than the last. Of course, Vivien and Dante had both left messages of their own, and Gabriella had ignored the lot of them, refusing to return anyone's calls for several days. It had been better that way, because if she'd picked up the phone for any of them things would have been said, and it would have made a huge scene. "I'm prepared to deal with the consequences, if things comes down to that." A flicker of pity lit her eyes for a second. "I'm not you Viv, I've never been the good one. And I can't do what they want me to now, with everything that's happened." She wasn't simply referring to the situation where her best friend/fiancée and twin were seeing each other, but also to the fact that her own feelings for the Italian prince were growing stronger day by day. Gabriella wasn't sure how much longer she could stand not being able to reveal just how deeply she cared for him. When Vivien complained about having to choose a boring duke, she gritted her teeth angrily. "At least she gave you some sort of choice," Bri said, unable to keep the bitterness from her tone. It had recently come to her attention that this deal between her parents and the Spanish king and queen had been forged when they'd been just children, giving her literally no chance at all. At least that explained why her parents freaked out when they'd discovered the pregnancy test; she'd no longer been 'pure' for her husband. How archaic!
"For gods sake Vivien, we're sisters, twins even! Did you really think I wouldn't try to help you just because we haven't dressed up and had tea in a while? And what about this summer, did that not count at all?" This was exactly the reason why Gabriella wasn't going to tell her twin about the thing she had with Romeo... whatever the thing they had was. "I really tried Viv, and I would have done everything I could to help you out, regardless of whether we normally share our deepest darkest secrets or not." Bri was as serious about this as she'd ever been about anything in her life. "That's what sisters are for," she simply said with a shrug. Most of the other siblings at Vineheart were loyal to the core when it came to each other. Backstabbing rarely occurred between siblings, since they usually preferred to team up against whoever bothered them as opposed to fighting with each other. Why couldn't the two of them be like that?
"I do understand Viv, more than you know. I know what it's like to have feelings for someone I can never have." Contrary to her twin's belief, Gabriella did have more than her share of experience with these matters. Her longing for Romeo was like a constant ache, and the fact that she couldn't have him -nor him, her- was a difficult burden to shoulder. Her own feelings had remained fairly in check since the Christmas ball, where he'd stolen a forbidden kiss in the shadows. It wasn't like she'd resisted, but it had been wrong, and Bri was actually going to confront Aubrey about it the next day after she'd recovered from this latest emotional turmoil. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT RIGHT, PROBABLY WOULDN'T IF I COULD, CAUSE I'M MAD AS HELL, CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO DO WHAT IT IS YOU THINK I SHOULD
*WORDS, 453 *STATUS, FINISHED *TAG, VIVIEN *NOTES, THEY WILL, TOTALLY! SORRY, I SWEAR I'LL GET THIS WHOLE SHORTER LENGTH THING EVENTUALLY! XP *SONG, NOT READY TO MAKE NICE BY THE DIXIE CHICKS *CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0. KEEP THIS CREDIT ON HERE OR I WILL CURBSTOMP YOU (IN THE MOST LOVING WAY POSSIBLE!)
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