My bags are packed and lined along my bedroom wall. Although I haven’t had the fear that Eli would come back, or that I would be forced to go back in hiding for some time now, I still never felt the need to buy much of anything but necessities. Rachel enters my bedroom with a sad smile on her lips.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” she pouts.

I give her a weak smile. Zack wants me to move in with him after we get back from tour and, since most of my belongings will be packed up for it anyway, I agreed. I am nervous to move in with Zack. Parts of me wonder if we are taking everything too fast, as we have only been dating for a month but a larger part of me quiets those parts. I know how much I love Zack; how much I have loved him in the past and I how I will always love him.

“I know,” I reply. “But I won’t be too far. You can always come visit me.”

“Do you know how hard it was for me to finally find a roommate I actually liked?” She jokes.

I laugh. “You’ll find another one. Who knows, maybe this time it’ll be a man?”

Rachel smirks. “Maybe!”

Zack enters the room and I look at him surprised. “Hey, babe.”

“Door was unlocked,” he tells me, “I let myself in.” I pick myself up from the bed and find his lips with mine.

“I would say get a room, but…” Rachel winks before walking out of the room.

Zack kisses me again. “Mm, we should get going,” he mumbles, pulling away. “The tour bus is supposed to be in Huntington Beach in two hours.”

I nod. “Okay. I’m packed and ready to go.”

Zack look over to my packed bags. There’s five duffel bags in total and two medium sized boxes. “This is it?” he asks me. I nod, and he frowns. “I can’t believe you’ve lived like this. With so little, all the time.”

I shrug. “It’s fine, Zack. It’s more than what some people have.”

Zack doesn’t reply but he kisses me on my cheek. “Alright. I’m going to start taking things down while you say goodbye.”

“Not goodbye,” I tell him as he stacks the two boxes on top of each other and picks them up. “Just ‘see you later’.”

Rachel and I say our ‘see you later’s’ while Zack takes the two boxes downstairs. He returns ten minutes later as Rachel and I part from a hug. He winks at me as he disappears from the living room and returns moments later. One duffel bag hangs from his shoulder and he has two in each hand causing the muscles in his arms to bulge.

“Mm, are you sure you don’t want me to move in, too?” Rachel asks flirtatiously, eyeing Zack.

“Oh, stop it,” I laugh, nudging her. I take a duffel from each of Zacks hands. “Alright. You’ll know where I’ll be if you need anything.”

“Alright,” Rachel smiles. “Have fun, be safe and invite me to the wedding.”

I laugh, shaking my head before following Zack out the door. “It was nice to meet you, Zack! Take care of Sutton!”

“You too, Rachel,” Zack calls back as he makes his way down the hallway. He hits the button with his finger and looks over at me. “It’s odd at she’s upset that you’re moving out and she doesn’t even know your real name, Sutton.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I am both Sheridan and Sutton,” I tell him. “Sheridan in Huntington Beach and Sutton everywhere else.”

Zack scrunches his nose. “If you’re going to be with someone that is constantly traveling and ‘everywhere else’, then you need to be the same person as you are when we’re at home.”

The elevator dings. Zack steps on, holding the door open for me as I follow behind him. “Zack,” I say, as he presses a button. “No matter what I go by, I’m the same person.”

Zack stares down at me for a moment before nodding. “You’re right,” he tells me.

The elevator dings again and its doors open. We walk out and throw the lobby of the apartment. Before we exit, I turn, taking in one last glance of the first place, the only place I called home after running away from Huntington Beach. The feeling in my chest brings tears to my eyes, and they spill over instantly.

“Hey,” Zack turns back to me. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, wiping the tears away instantly. “Nothing,” I tell him walking out of the building.

Zack sets the duffel bags down onto the sidewalk and grabs my hands, forcing the bags out of mine as well. Then, he pulls me into a hug; my hair tugs slightly as he strokes it. I hug him back, burying my face into his chest. The slight smell of his scent and cologne comforts me immediately.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, pulling away and wiping my cheeks dry. “I don’t know why I got so emotional.”

Zack brushes my hair behind my ears. “Don’t apologize,” he tells me. “If you’re not ready to move out of this place, Sheridan, tell me. It’s okay.”

I shake my head. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…when I left Huntington Beach, I moved around so much…I never had a place to call home. And then, when I moved in with Rachel, I thought it was only temporary, but it became my home. It just makes me sad to be leaving it, that’s all, but I do look forward to living with you and starting our life together.” After all, in high school the only place I felt at home was with Zack - this isn't new territory, even though it feels like it is.

“Me too,” he tells me, kissing me softly on the lips. His lip rings are cold against my lips and it wakes a craving inside of me. Before I can kiss him deeper, he pulls away. “We have to go,” he tells me regrettably.

We pick up the bags and head to the car. Zack is parked right beside me. He unlocks his door and piles two of the duffels into the back seat. I then unlock my car and we put the rest in my trunk. “I’ll follow you back to your house,” I tell him.

“Our house,” Zack corrects with a kiss and he opens my driver side door for me.

My palms sweat the entire drive back to Huntington Beach. My mind races with every thought as I follow Zack's car through the traffic. I worry about Gena and what tricks she has up her sleeves. I know, once she finds out that Zack and I have moved in together, into her dream house as she calls it, that she will seek revenge. The stunt at Zack's house in the pool still upsets me, but Zack swears he has no idea why she acted that way and I believe him. Afterall, I know how crazy Gena can be, I witnessed it myself in high school. I worry Zack and I won’t have a house to come home to after tour; I worry she will burn it down. I try to focus on the brighter side of things: I’m finally with Zack in a way that I want to be. We’re happy and I can’t ask for anything more than that.

Zack pulls into his garage and I park behind him in his driveway. I’m gathering everything in my car I think I might need for the next four months when a knock on my window startles me. I jump, my heart pounding against my chest. Zack stands there, chuckling, and opens my door.

“You scared the fuck out of me,” I tell him, holding my chest.

Zack is still laughing. “Sorry,” he grins unapologetically, “I was just going to tell you to pull up next to me. Baby, it’s a two-car garage – you live here now. Please, take advantage of it.”

“Okay,” I tell him, smiling. He closes my door and I restart my car. I slowly pull into the car beside Zack, and as soon as I'm parked, he taps on my trunk.

My heart is still hammering as we enter his house – our house. I wonder how long it will take for me to call this place home as he sets the bags down on his floor and then follow suit. Zack turns to me, smiling softly. A light is caught in Zack's familiar green eyes, sending a warmth through me.

“You’re nervous,” he states. There’s no question or hint of a suggestion; it’s just a simple fact that Zack knows. He has always known me better than anyone in my life. He was there for me in my darkest days, he knows my darkest secrets and feelings – there’s no surprise that he can easily tell when I'm nervous.

I look down in shame. “I’m sorry,” I tell him.

Zack grabs my hands and leads me to his chair in the living room. He sits down first and then pulls me into his lap. “There’s no need to be sorry,” he tells me. “I know this is scary and we’re moving a bit fast but…I love you. I always have.”

My lungs burn due to the breath that has hitched itself in my throat. I stare at Zack, taking in every inch of his face. Not in a million years did I ever think that I would hear Zack utter those words to me again and yet…

“I love you, too,” I reply to him. Zack grins before pulling me down for a kiss. Electricity runs through my veins and a hunger consumes me as I kiss him back.

Zack's hands travel under my shirt before he pulls it off. Before our lips touch, I pull his off, too. Zack lets out a soft moan as I bite his lip and straddle him. His hands reach behind me and find the clasp to my bra. Before he can unclasp it, however, there’s a knock at the door.

Zack growls before kissing my collarbone. We sit there, hoping whoever it was would leave, but instead, there’s another, louder knock seconds later.

“Fuck,” Zack complains. He kisses me shortly before sliding out from under me, grabbing his shirt as he makes his way to the door. I follow him, pulling mine on as he opens it.

“Uh oh,” the interrupter grins. “Looks like we’re interrupting something, boys.”

Zack groans. “Jimmy, what the fuck? You guys are like an hour early.”

“Jimmy told everyone the wrong time,” Brian tells Zack, patting him on the chest. “You’ll have to get laid later, bud.”

“Why did we put him in charge of when the tour bus arrived?” Zack asks, slightly annoyed as he turns and begins to put on his shirt.

Brian and Jimmy follow Zack into the house. “I swear they said we were leaving at two,” Jimmy says.

“Well, can’t you guys like…go pick up Johnny and Matt first?” Zack asks. I feel myself blush due to Zack's openness of our sex life.

“Already did! They’re on the bus; Matt is moping since Val is staying behind and Johnny is passed out in a bunk.” Brian says.

Jimmy winks at me. “Sorry, Sheridan.”

Brian continues, “Since we know you were supposed to be moving Sheridan in with you right now instead of fucking her, we decided to pick you up last.”

I feel myself to flush an even deeper red. “Aw! Sheridan don’t blush! If you’re going to survive four months with us you’re going to have to get used to that type of talk,” Jimmy teases.

Zack ignores him. “Well, moving her in didn’t take as much time as I thought.”

Brian shrugs and walks over to my bags. “Is this what you’re bringing?”

I shake my head. “No, just these two,” I tell him, pointing to two of the bags. Brian nods, picking up one and then silently instructing Jimmy to bring the other.

“Alright, I’ll go grab mine and be right there,” Zack tells us.

Jimmy grabs my hand. “You come with us, Sheridan. Otherwise, Zack will try to take you upstairs and we’ll be super late.”

I laugh and follow Jimmy as he literally skips out of the door and towards the tour bus. When we get to the door, he shoves me on before climbing on himself. Matt sits at the table with a bottle of whiskey and a cup of what looks like coffee.

“Whiskey in your coffee already, Matt?” I ask, sitting beside him.

Matt reveals his dimples. “It’s the only way I’m going to survive the next four months with these fucktards,” he tells me.

“Oh, Matthew, you love us,” Jimmy says sitting beside me, sandwiching me tightly between him and Matt.

“Dude,” Matt complains as Jimmy reaches over and takes his coffee.

Jimmy ignores him and takes a gulp before setting it messily down on the table. Matt quickly snatches it back, sloshing coffee on the table. “So, Sheridan, tell us: how far did you and Zack get before we interrupted?” I feel my cheeks redden once again.

“Leave her alone, Jimmy,” Zack says, smiling as he climbs onto the bus. Jimmy winks at me before jumping up and running to the front of the bus.

Brian reappears from the back of the bus. “First top bunk on the left is yours,” he tells Zack. “We’re using the bunk under yours for our bags.”

Zack nods and disappears as he puts his bags up. Before he returns, the bus lurches forward, and we slowly begin to roll forward to our first destination, Las Vegas. Before we get too far, Zack sticks his head out of the hallway and motions for me to follow him.

“So, this is our bunk,” he tells me, pushing back the curtain. It’s a small space barely big enough for two people, but least it’s tall enough to sit up in. “I know it looks small, but give it a couple of weeks and you’ll be used to it. Plus we stop at hotels when we have a couple of days off, so you won’t be sleeping on it for all four months.”

He takes my hand and leads me further into the bus. “Bathroom and shower,” he says pointing to one door. “And extra mirror space here,” he points across the hall directly from the bathroom. At the very end of the hallway is a door, leading to a room. Zack enters it. “This room is basically where Matt plays video games, or one of us just wants to get away for a while. But the best part of this room is this,” I hear a click as Zack locks the door.

I giggle as Zack immediately kisses me. He tugs my shirt, but I push his hands away and pull away from him. “Zack.”

Zack groans. “Come on, why not?”

I give him a look. “Probably because I’m pretty sure the guys are right outside this door listening,” I tell him as I unlock the door and open it quickly. All three guys stand there looking awkward and purposefully trying to look uninterested.

“What – we’re not doing anything!” Brian claims, obviously holding back a grin.

Jimmy shrugs. “We were just hanging out.”

“I just wanted to play video games,” Matt answers as innocently as he can.

I laugh and look back at Zack who looks half amused and half annoyed. “Told you.” I pat his chest and give him a peck on the cheek before squeezing between the guys and heading back towards the front of the bus.

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The energy around the venue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. There’s a small crowd that gathers around the stage already when we arrive, late. Stagehands and crew from the supporting act bustle around the venue as I follow Zack and the others into their room which has a piece of white paper with A7X written on it in black marker taped to the door.

“I fucking love my job,” Brian sings as opens the fridge to find it completely stocked with beer and energy drinks.

“And I got the goods,” Jimmy grins devilishly as he pulls out a small baggy filled with a white substance. “Zack, Brian, are you in?”

I immediately glance in Zack's direction. He watches Jimmy as he pours some of the contents of the baggy out onto the table, then he glances at me. “No,” he replies, still looking at me. He holds my gaze for a moment before turning back to his best friend. “I’m going to take a shower, instead.”

“Pussy,” Brian comments, sitting next to Jimmy.

Zack doesn’t reply, but instead he kisses my cheek and silently walks past his friends, stealing a glance as he walks to the showers. I stand there for a moment, awkwardly as I watch Jimmy prepare the lines of coke. Matt has retired to the couch and is on the phone with, who I assume is, Valary. I wring my hands before quietly and unnoticeably following Zack to the showers.

The shower is already running and a few showers down, Zack's bag sits on a bench while a pile of his dirty clothes lay on the floor in front of a shower towards the end of the row. I walk along the row of showers before coming to a halt in front of the one Zack is in. I slowly peel back the shower curtain, revealing my very soapy, very naked boyfriend.

“Sheridan!” Zack gasps, surprised.

I grin. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I watch as suds slide down from his shoulder past the letters of his Vengeance tattoo, down his back and towards his ass. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Though, I told you it wasn’t a big deal.” Zack smirks as he notices that I can’t keep my eyes from hungrily taking in every inch of his body. “But I’ll take my reward.”

“Your reward?” I ask, raising a brow.

Zack doesn’t reply, instead, he pulls me in the shower with him, fully clothed. I’m barely able to step out of my heels before the water hits me. I scream a laugh, but it’s muffled by Zack kissing me.

“Zack! My clothes! I didn’t bring anything in with me!” I yell, grinning as he pulls away.

“Better get out of them, then,” he tells me as he begins to strip me.

Zack pulls my jeans and underwear away from my legs, slowly kissing my thighs as he does so. I step out of them and Zack tosses them out of the shower; they hit the floor with a heavy, sopping wet splat. As Zack slowly begins to rise, he takes my shirt with him, pushing it up and pulling it over my head and arms. It, too, falls to the floor with a soaking splat.

He kisses me like he’s starving. His hands roam my nearly naked body before they find the clasp on my bra. It’s unhooked and taken from my body without pulling away. As it hits the floor, Zack turns me around and presses me against the shower wall. He pushes my now wet hair away from my neck and kisses me there. He uses his knee to spread my legs and his hand finds itself between my legs. He massages me while kissing my back, sending shivers down my spine. Then, without warning, he pushes himself into me.


Zack raises my wet clothes up as he steps out of the shower, a towel tucked securely around his waist. “Well, they’re not that wet,” he tells me as the water drips freely from them onto the floor.

I send him a glare, doing my best to shield myself behind the shower curtain. “Will you just get dressed and give me that towel while you go get me some more clothes.”

Zack groans. “I don’t want to go all the way back out to the bus,” he tells me. He starts digging in his bag. He pulls out a Vengeance University shirt. “Put this on.”

“Okay but I’m still going to need a new pair of jeans and bra and panties,” I tell him. “Give me the towel.”

Zack exaggeratedly rolls his eyes before pulling the towel from his waist and handing it to me. “You’re so demanding,” he tells me, grinning as he pulls on a pair of boxers.

I ignore him as I dry off and pull the Vengeance University shirt on. It’s large on me, hanging down past my butt.

“See,” Zack says, “just wear it as a dress.”

I laugh. “You want me to wear a t-shirt and heels. No panties?”

Zack shrugs. “I think you look damn good.”

I shake my head, wrapping the towel around my waist. “Boy, if you don’t go get me some dry clothes,” I tell him, laughing.

Zack is buttoning his jeans. “Fine,” he tells me with a grin. He slips on his shoes and grabs another shirt out of his bag. “I’ll be back,” he calls as he begins to walk out of the room, pulling his shirt over his head as he does so.

I sit on the bench beside Zack's bag and pick at my nails as I wait for his return. It feels like forever passes by before he finally arrives. He has a pile of clothes in his arm as he enters the room.

“Hurry up, you’re going to make me late,” he teases.

“I’m going to make you late?” I laugh, pulling on my panties. I pull the towel off my waist and pull on my jeans while Zack laughs. “Alright, turn around.”

“Turn around?” Zack asks, raising his brow.

“Oh, yeah,” I tell him. “I don’t want to make you late!” I begin to pull off my shirt, so I can put on my bra.

Zack rolls his eyes, grinning as he begins to gather up our clothes on the floor. He pulls a plastic bag out of his duffel and stuffs our clothes inside before putting them in the duffel. After I’m dressed, Zack pulls me in a kiss before he grabs the duffel and we head out of the room.

Everyone spends the next several minutes warming up. I love watching them, just as I always have. Someone sticks their head in the door and says it’s fifteen minutes until it’s time for them to go on, so everyone gets up and heads out the door. Zack pulls his earpieces out of his pocket and places them around his neck.

The closer we get to the stage, the louder it gets. The crowd grows impatient and cheers for the band they came here to see.

“Ah,” Brian sighs loudly. “I’ll never fucking get tired of hearing that.”

“Dude,” Matt expresses, nodding.

Zack's grabs my hand and nods, beckoning me away from the group. I follow as he leads me. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, confused as to why he took me away from his friends.

“Nothing, I just wanted another moment of privacy,” he tells me.

“Oh?”

Zack nods, pulling something out of his pocket. He places a key in my hand. “For our house,” he tells me. “I had all the locks replaced. Gena no longer has a key, so you won’t be getting anymore surprise visits from her.”

I smile softly. “Thank you,” I tell him, kissing him softly on the lips.

“I should’ve had it done weeks ago,” he tells me. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. Really.”

Before Zack can respond, his guitar tech walks up and hands him his guitar. Zack replies with a thank you as he brings the strap over his body and the tech helps him get ready for the show. He puts in his IEM’s and winks at me.

“Bet you’ve never been so turned on in your life, huh?” Zack winks.

“Oh my God,” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

Matt interrupts us. “Zack, stop dicking around. It’s time, come on!”


The concert is unbelievable. Zack is a whole ‘nother person on the stage, but in ways, he’s still the same. It’s an hour and a half of running and jumping along the stage, he still glances at me every now and again before focusing on the fans that scream and reach for him as he nears the edge of the stage.

Matt thanks the crowd and the guys wave before exiting the stage. The guitar tech takes Zack's guitar from him and I hand him a towel for his sweaty face.

“You did amazing,” I tell him as he wipes away the sweat.

The crowd cheers and begins to chant the band's name, sending a smile across Zack's face. Brian is a few feet away, drinking from a bottle of beer.

“Yep,” he says. “I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ll never get tired of that sound.”

Everyone stands there for a couple of minutes, relishing in the sound of a crowd begging them to come back to the stage. Once Matt thinks they’ve begged enough, he steps out on the stage and the crowd cheers even louder, knowing they’re getting what they want.

“You fucking want more?” Matt screams into the mic. The crowd goes wild and Jimmy disappears to the stage.

Zack swiftly kisses me on the cheek as he and Brian head out to the stage and Chapter Four begins. The five guys jam to another two songs before the concert ends. They stay on stage for a couple of minutes afterward tossing out picks, drumsticks and other souvenirs.

Zack is the first one backstage. Once again, he’s sweating and smiling. “I’m ready for another shower, are you?”

I laugh and shake my head. “Oh, you wish.”

Zack smirks before kissing me and heading off to the direction of the dressing room. I wait for the rest of the guys to exit the stage and they joke and laugh as we make our way back to the dressing room as well. Once there, the guys begin to strip off their sweaty clothes and head to the showers in their underwear.

I hang back, making myself at home on the couch as I wait for them to exit. My phone dings in my pocket, and I pull it out, glancing at the screen.

Hey, how have you been? It reads.

I chew at my lip, knowing it’s an innocent text but I also know it can and will cause problems between me and Zack. Zack has always felt threatened by Tobias and even though I know Tobias and I are only friends, I decide not to reply to him.

“You chose to lay on the couch instead of showering with me?” Zack asks, acting offended as he enters the room wearing nothing but gym shorts.

I quickly delete the text message and smile up at him. “Maybe,” I grin.

“That’s alright, I’ll take you right here, right now. I don’t care.” Zack wastes no time crawling on top of me. He kisses my collarbone, neck, cheek and mouth.

“Zack,” I giggle. “C’mon, the guys will be out of the shower any minute now.”

“Mm,” he said, “that’s alright. Let’s give them a show.”

I laugh. “I will not,” I tell him, but kiss him anyway once his lips touch mine.

“Get a room!” We hear some time later, followed by a loud whipping sound.

“Ow, mother fucker!” Zack yells, raising up and rubbing a bright, red mark on his leg. Johnny stands beside us, cackling and completely naked. A rolled-up towel hanging in his hand.

“Johnny!” I exclaim covering my eyes, laughing. I feel Zack's weight leave me. A moment later I hear another whipping sound and Johnny cursing loudly.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” I hear to my right, in the direction of the room of the showers. I reluctantly look between my fingers and see Jimmy standing there, with an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Damn Johnny, put some clothes on,” Brian laughs, entering the room. “Your little dick is embarrassing Sheridan.”

A moment later, Zack returns to the couch beside me, with the towel in his hand. “Don’t worry, Johnny, we can’t all have big dicks,” Zack laughs.

“Yeah, you would know all about that wouldn’t you?” Teases Johnny as he makes his way to his bag.

As the roadies and some of the crew begin to fill the room, whiskey, beer and drugs begin to be passed around the room. Zack takes a glass of whiskey and a beer but again passes on the drugs. Old stories of the road, favourite tour moments and drunken shenanigans are shared within the room.

“Oh, my god. Favourite fucking hardcore moment was when Matt hit Zack in the damn head with the mic during Warped Tour a couple of years ago,” Jason Berry mentions.

“Fuuuuuck,” Zack exclaims rubbing his head. “Even thinking about it makes my head hurt. I thought I was going to pass the fuck out!”

“Exactly! That’s what made it so hardcore! You were fucking bleeding down your face and you just continued to play until the end of the song!”

“The song ended, and I saw wiping the blood off him. I asked if he was okay and all he said was ‘there’s fucking blood in my eye!’” Matt laughs.

“Well, it burned!” Zack smiled.

“Best hardcore moment,” Jason said. “Without a doubt!”

The rest of the room agreed, chattering. “Yeah, it was pretty hardcore,” I say, taking a sip of my beer.

None of the room takes much notice of my words, but I feel Zack tense next to me as he looks over at me. “What?”

I realize my words and feel my eyes grow wider. “I just mean…”

“You were there?” He asks. Now he’s moving his arm away from me so we no longer touch. I open my mouth to reply but before I can, he stands up from the couch and quickly leaves the room.

The crowd in the room have already moved to a different tour story, and no one notices Zack leaving. If they did, they don’t say anything. I put my beer down and follow him out of the room to search for him. I don’t have to search far, though because he’s standing in the hallway.

“Zack,” I start.

Zack shakes his head. “Go back inside, Sheridan. I can’t…I can’t have this conversation with you right now.”

I frown, watching him as he avoids my eye contact. “Please, let me explain.”

“Sheridan…”

“I was there, okay? You just happened to come to the town I was hiding in at the time. I was able to flirt my way into the venue. After not seeing you on my birthday…I had to see you again. I wanted to talk to you but…”

“But what?” he interrupts. “I walked around warped tour every damn day, handing out things and supporting my band. We all did – Matt, Brian, Jimmy, Johnny, the twins!”

“And Gena. I know,” I told him. “You were happy.”

“Don’t fucking start that shit again. Yes, Gena was with me and yes I was happy but…”

“But what?” I ask.

“I’m not having this conversation.” He says and without another word, he turns and heads down the hallway.

“Zack, where are you going?!” I call after him. “Zack, we’re supposed to leave in an hour!” But Zack doesn’t turn back around.

Notes

So, after having a bit of writers block on the last chapter i decided to sit down and write a timeline for this story so that doesn't happen again. I've realized that this story has four more chapter left (not including this one) and then it's over! If, at the end of this story, i feel that there are still people that read this on here and mibba, I'll be continuing it with a third and final installment! If not, it will be the end - and let's just hope i don't leave it on a cliff hanger. lol
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Title credit: A Day to Remember "Have Faith in Me"