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The Moonstone Starlet

Chapter 37

CHAPTER 37

Growing up Elia's family had always spent New Year's Day at Brookfield Zoo. With her brothers both being around now, they decided to renew the tradition. Elia's head was still pounding from the drinking and fireworks the night before when she picked up her mom and brothers. Her mom handed her a thermos of coffee and a banana when she got in the car.
“Why are you wearing sunglasses, it is so cloudy today,” her mother asked.
Elia rolled her head to the passenger side, glaring at her mom. The boys were laughing.
“Mom, she obviously has a hangover.” Taylor tried to explain.
The drive there took over an hour, and Elia cursed at the traffic most of the way. Her brothers kept offering to drive but she didn't want to stop to switch. As soon as they got out of the Range Rover their moods improved. Their mom was ecstatic when the kids agreed to take a picture next to the lion statues, just like they did as kids. Usually getting older means realizing how much smaller everything is than how you remember it. This was the opposite. Everything was so spread out they wondered how they had ever seen everything in one day. Elia's mom explained that they had never seen everything, instead they tried to see one of every kid's favorite exhibits. Elia had always wanted to see the ponies, Brian always wanted to see the reptile house, and Taylor's favorite was the walrus.
“Don't you think it's funny that Elia grew up to own a bunch of ponies, I have a pet gecko but Taylor still hasn't gotten a walrus?” Brian pointed out.
“Taytay, why don't you have a walrus?” Elia asked, shoving his shoulder.
“I don't even remember liking the walrus.” Taylor tried to defend himself.
“I wonder if you can buy a walrus?” Elia started wondering out loud.
“You are not getting him a walrus.” Their mom, who had been ignoring them, chimed in.

They made sure to see all their old favorite spots, and Elia and Brian even got Taylor a poured wax walrus. He said he didn't want to bring it back to college with him but they said he had to. The three siblings sat on a bench in the underwater viewing area, watching the walrus slowly swimming around past the window.
“Have you talked to Dad?” Brian asked. It was the topic nobody had wanted to talk about but everyone knew they had to talk about. Elia shifted uncomfortably.
“For a couple seconds on the phone. Have you?”
Brian had been the only one in the family to in contact with their father over the years. He had always wanted a father more than he had wanted to be angry. Elia sometimes wished she could be like that. At the same time she wanted to shake Brian and tell him to stop being naive. Taylor hadn't been to see him, but he didn't harbor animosity the way the older siblings did. Their father had been gone for half his life. His bad memories were fewer and farther away. This man was a stranger to him. He was considering giving him the same chance he would a stranger.
“I don't want you guys to get hurt,” Elia said sincerely. Brian and Taylor looked at each other and back at Elia.
“We know. We're adults now El, you can't always protect us. Someone needs to start protecting you instead.” Brian said. It was getting too sentimental for Elia to bear. She forced a laugh and told the guys they needed to move on to the next exhibit.

After walking around all day the three kids slept all the way back to the house as Mom drove home. It wasn't very late, but the sun set early on Chicago winter nights. Everyone woke up when they felt the car stop. Elia couldn't stay, she had to get home and take care of the dog.
“Taylor trade cars with me.” She said before leaving.
“What, no, why?” Taylor tried to protest. Taylor drove a black 1988 Jeep Wrangler that was technically Elia's.
“Why don't you want the Rover?” Elia asked.
“Why don't you want the Rover?” He asked back.
“I want the Rover,” Brian interjected. Brian had bought his own car when he graduated from University of Illinois and became a teacher. That was his mistake. In the end Elia found herself driving back to the city in a Jeep.

The Blackhawks first game of the year was against the Oilers. Bickell's girlfriend Amanda C. had organized a WAG dinner and they all planned to attend the game afterward. At first, Elia had not been invited. She found out about it second hand from Abby Sharp, who then invited her. Amanda had called Elia to apologize, saying she “just forgot” to invite her, since she isn't actually dating someone on the team.
“Are you coming with us or not?” Abby asked Elia on the phone.
“Eh, I just bought a ticket on Craigslist instead.” Elia replied, sounding irritated.
“Amanda really wasn't trying to make a statement or start drama or anything.”
“Oh no, I totally believe that. I just, to be honest, I find Caskenette kind of annoying in general. She is overwhelmingly sweet about everything. And she's a humble bragger. I shouldn't have started following her on Twitter because now I'm bombarded with her all day. She doesn't know the difference between lose and loose also. And I can't just unfollow her who knows what that will start!”
“It would seem you have a lot of pent up issues about this.”
“Why don't you come sit with me? I'll find another ticket somehow.”
“I would but I'm bringing Maddie, and I think it will be better in the family suite.”

That was probably true. There would be a dozen WAGs in the room to help out and they would probably be more patient about crying than fans in the 300 level. The seat Elia had picked up was in section 318, almost exactly in the middle of the rink. She was wearing a Kane hoodie and a Blackhawks hat, trying to blend in to the masses. It worked for a while. To the left of her were three guys in their early thirties, to the right an older, white haired man and his wife. Behind her a man sat with three children. In front her were two couples. The guys next to her on the left had known the guy that sold her the ticket online. They started chatting her up during the pregame countdown. Tim, Elliot and Mark. All three worked in marketing at Sprout Social. Together, with the fourth guy not there, they had purchased a set of season tickets. Usually they split the seats up per game but had all planned to go to this one together.
“I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?” Mark said.
“Elia, nice to you meet you.” She replied.
“El-i-a, like Elia Downs?” He asked
“Yeah, just like that.” She said. She stared down at the ice, but she could tell he was staring at her now. Three, two, Elia started counting in her head.
“Wait, you are Elia Downs aren't you?” He asked.
“Yeahh...” She answered. He turned to tell his friends.
“Why are you sitting up here?” Tim asked her now.
“Well, I didn't want to sit in team suite tonight because it's going to be really crowded in there, and Toews complains when I sit in the first row because I'm a distraction or whatever. I don't know, I've never sat up here before.”
The lights turned off. The pregame show was starting. Everyone started cheering.
“This part always gives me the chills,” Elia shouted over the music to the guys as the video reel started showing pictures of old Blackhawks legends and tracing the embroidery around the Indian head. Soon everyone was standing up to yell during the anthem. After the game started it wasn't long before the entire section knew Elia was sitting with them. The ladies sitting in the row in front her were especially chatty, asking her questions about the Blackhawks.
“Is Patrick Kane single?” The one on the left asked. She had introduced herself earlier as Meredith, the one on the right was Jen.
“Aren't these dudes like your boyfriends?” Elia asked them back. They both laughed. The guys weren't even looking at the girls, focusing on the game.
“So, you've been in the locker room with all the guys?” Jen asked.
“Yeah,” Elia replied, not sure she wanted to know where they were going with this.
“And the guys walk around naked in there?”
Elia laughed a little, yeah, that's what she thought was coming next.
“Yes, yes they do. Yes, I have seen them all naked. Any sports journalist who has ever done a post game interview has probably seen nude athletes.” Elia said to them. They were laughing now. How old were these women?
The play moved into the Oiler's zone, Carcillo grabbed the puck and made a pass to Toews in the center. The Captain put it in almost effortlessly. Everyone stood up to sing Chelsea Dagger. As soon as they were seated again the interrogation continued. Meredith turned around and point blank asked Elia, “Who has the biggest dick?”
“Holy shit, whoa! I'm not just sitting in there checking out dude's dicks! There is no way I could reveal that type of information, totally not appropriate, it's like a violation of privacy, it's Alex Ovechkin. But that's not scientific data, he could be a shower not a grower.”
“What did you just say?” The guys next to her asked, laughing.
“I mean, come on, you know what I mean.” Elia had actually put a lot of effort into not noticing that kind of thing. “Okay, no more questions about dicks, there are children here.” Elia said, shaking her finger at the two in front of her. This 300 level seating was crazy. It was around this time that Elia started buying rounds of drinks for the section. She tried pacing herself, because she didn't want to have to get up, but found herself having to keep up with the guys next to her. Late into the second period Carcillo was skating down with Tom Gilbert towards the back of the goal when he shoved Gilbert from behind. He fell into the boards, splayed out before falling to the ground. Carcillo lost his balance in the shove and came down on top of him.
“That was a stupid play,” Elia said.
“That was a really stupid play.” Tim reiterated. Neither player was getting up. Eventually Carcillo and Gilbert had to be helped off the ice so play could resume.
“I feel like we should go do some carbombs now.” Elliot suggested. The foursome made their way to one of the 300 level bars. The Oilers scored twice on the resulting power plays, courtesy of Daniel Carcillo, boarding and game misconduct. If the team didn't pull out of this Dan might be murdered by the end of the night, but by Q or Toews, Elia couldn't decide. Midway through the second period Brunette, Kane and Hammer put a goal together, but the Oilers just scored again. Elia and the guys stayed at the bar through the second period, shouting about Taylor Hall and complaining about Dan Carcillo.
“Does it upset you to know that Taylor Hall gets laid more than you just because he's Taylor Hall? Even though he looks like Taylor Hall?” Elia asked the guys.
“I never thought about that before, but now that you bring it up yes the universe is not fair.” Tim said.
“I actually have a girlfriend and I think Taylor Hall still gets laid more than I do,” Elliot lamented.
“Is Daniel Carcillo as big an asshole in real life as he is on the ice?” Mark asked.
“No, he's actually a pretty good guy. Obviously not very smart.” Elia said.
“Make sure you tell him that next time you see him.” Mark advised.
“I could just call him and tell him right now.” Elia suggested. Dan hadn't come back on the ice so he was somewhere in the trainer's room or locker room. Everyone gathered around Elia's phone as she face-timed Carcillo. He answered after several rings. He was sitting in the trainer's room, leaning up against a wall on an exam table.
“Eliaaaa,” He said, in pretend slow motion.
“Carcillooooo! What the fuck did you doooooo?” Elia replied, mimicking his slow motion noise.
“I think I fucked up my knee pretty bad.” Dan replied, forlorn. He made a frowning face.
“Why did they have to take off your shirt to look at your knee?” Elia asked. Dan laughed. She continued, “So you fucked yourself up fucking someone else up, you know you're an idiot right? Why did you do that?” Dan looked at her like a dog that had just been caught getting into a trash can.
“I don't know! I don't know why I did that. It was stupid,” He said, wincing as he tried to shift his weight. The team doctor stopped over to say something to Carcillo and he put the phone down for a second. They couldn't hear what was being said.
“Sounds like I'm going to have a lot more time to hang out with you,” Dan said when he came back to the phone. Elia furrowed her brow and made a disgusted face.
“Eew, gross,” She said.
“Eeeew, gross,” Dan said back, mimicking her disgusted face.
“Disgustiiiinnnng,” Elia said.
“So disgustiiiinnng,” Dan repeated.
“Stop saying everything I say.”
“Stop saying everything I say.”
Suddenly Toews came in to the screen behind Dan. He grabbed the phone. “No video calling people in here,” he said sternly, “Elia you already know that rule.” The call ended. Elia frowned. The guys were still laughing about the phone call when they got back to their seats for the third period. Each team scored once more before the end of the game, with the final tally being Edmonton 4, Chicago 3. Elia exchanged numbers with the guys, and they agreed she would be their designated seat filler for the rest of the season.



Jonathan was livid after the game. There was no reason they should have lost to Edmonton. Giving up two goals on a power play should never have happened. Their PK needed to be stronger than that. He didn't even speak to the team after the game. He didn't need to. They all knew what they had done. His body was sore after the game but he didn't even feel it, all he could think of was what they should have done differently during the game. He drove home in silence, until his car sync told him he had an incoming call. It was Elia. He answered it. “Hey.”
“Hey, do you want to come over? We can watch some Arrested Development in the sauna. I have apples.”
It took a minute for the sentences to sink in. Apples? He couldn't help but start to smile a little.
“If I come over are you going to make me talk?” He asked.
“Jonny, I prefer it when you don't talk. I've never told you this before, but I actually find the sound of your voice especially grating. And the cadence of your words. You always talk so slowly--”
“--Okay El shut up, I'm turning around.”

For the first time since he had known her, Elia's house looked like she actually lived in it. Not that it was messy, but there were a few shoes on the floor here and there, a blanket draped over her couch. Some magazines on the coffee table next to a tower made of macaroni and cheese boxes and some Netflix envelopes. In the kitchen she did have a variety of apples lined up on the counter. He really didn't feel like eating, but Elia cut up a honey-crisp on a plate to bring upstairs with them. She handed him a pitcher of cucumber water and two glasses. She said it was important to stay hydrated in the steam room.

“This is ridiculous,” Jon said, once they were situated in the sauna. There were two curved wooden benches which doubled as sort of chaise lounges in the corner, and low and behold there was a small television situated behind a glass screen in the wall. He held onto his towel as he laid back and stretched out.
“I thought you weren't going to talk.” Elia stated.
“I'm not!”
Something about lying down in the steam was starting to melt away Jon's anger. Laughing at Arrested Development and Elia having to get up to wipe the fog off the glass every few minutes may have been helping too. She tried reaching without getting up once and almost fell off the bench all together, yelling at him to not look as she tried to hold her towel on. At the end of the first episode Elia got up to adjust the heat, turning it down so it wouldn't be harmful to stay in any longer. She handed him a refilled glass of water. He watched her as she sat back down, wondering how she always knew just how to calm him down. After an hour, feeling much more relaxed, Jon decided to go home. Like usual, she walked him to the car with the dog. He gave her a long hug goodbye. “Thanks,” he said. She put her arms under his coat to hug him back, holding him tightly, “Anytime Tazer. Good luck in Philly.” There were so many things he wanted to say, but he said nothing.
To replace Daniel Carcillo the Blackhawks called Andrew Shaw up from Rockford. In his first game he managed to get in a fight and score a goal. The Blackhawks put the puck in the net four times, but it wasn't enough to overcome the Flyers who scored five times. It was a tough, close game. Jon called Elia as they waited in the airport to fly back to Chicago. At first she didn't answer, but shortly called him back.
“Hey Tazersaurus. What's up?” Elia said when he answered.
“Not much, just waiting in the airport. Really wanted the win tonight. It wasn't a bad game though.”
“What do you think of—Hey stop that--” Elia was yelling at someone on the other end of the phone. There was a loud sound like a mic had gotten to close to an amp and then what sounded like the phone falling. “Sorry,” Elia said when she came back on the phone, “I was going to ask what you thought of Shaw.”
“Oh, yeah, he had a great first game. Right in sync with everyone, made stuff happen. Getting along with everyone in the locker room...What are you up to?” Jon asked.
“Right now? Just hanging out with that cripple y'all left behind. This morning started filming a new movie based on a script I only partially finished. You should come by the set sometime and see how much fun it is to watch Kristin Stewart improvise being me.”
Jon felt a slight sting of jealousy at hearing she was hanging out with Carcillo. He wondered how often they were getting together. The plane was starting to board now.
“Being you? Is this based on your life? Can you email me the script?” He asked Elia.
“Yeah, it's pretty short you can probably finish it on the plane. I'll share it with you on google drive.” She replied. Kane was tapping on his arm now, they needed to board. Jon said goodbye with Elia and followed Kaner towards their gate.
The very next day they played the Avalanche in the start of a week and a half of home games. It was an embarrassing shutout. They struggled in their next game too. The first period started out alright, with the Blackhawks scoring twice early on, but the Redwings weren't ready to give in. They came back and pushed the game into overtime, where Pavel Datsyuk ended it. Jon had finished the screenplay Elia sent him, but hadn't had a chance to talk to her about it. Compared to her last film, the script was a skeleton. There were a lot of notes in the side columns that Elia had written to herself. Although the characters all had different names, it was obvious it was based on Elia and Brad's relationship. Assuming it was, the story was surprisingly self-critical. On the surface it was a story of love gone wrong and a cheating boyfriend, but under that was a story of two people using a relationship to try and become who they thought they should be.
On the day before their next game Jon had Pat come with him after practice to check out the set. They were filming in a studio near Goose Island. A receptionist at the front desk gave them guest passes to the building and led them down a long hallway. She left them at a door at the back of the building. The door opened into a large open area where a false set made to look like a bar or club had been constructed. Elia was talking to Kristen Stewart and Channing Tatum, who were sitting on a sofa together. There were several other actors seated around them, but Jon didn't recognize any of them.
“Oh cool, Dan's here,” Pat said, pointing across the room. Carcillo sat in a chair playing a guitar. Pat called to him and he waved them over. Elia, hearing them, turned and waived while she kept talking to Kristen and Channing.
“Hey man, how's the knee?” Pat asked, pulling up a chair next to Dan.
“Goin in for surgery on Friday,” He said, tucking his long hair behind his ear.

A tall blonde actor walked over to them. “Daniel, do you remember where I'm supposed to come in?” He asked, in a strangely mixed American and British accent. Dan looked at him with disbelief, and held up a script, pointing to a section at the bottom. “Go over there,” he said, motioning to the other side of the set. “I don't even work here,” Dan said to them, “It's giving me new respect for what you do as a captain Jon. I've told Charlie twice, and Elia has told him three times. He's just messing with her.”
Elia called Jon and Pat to come over. “Hey guys,” she said, giving them each hugs, “Jon, Pat, this is Kristen, Channing, uh, Adam, Ray, and Aaron. Did we lose Charlie Hunnam again?” She asked, looking around. Pat told her they sort of met him already. She had them follow her back to one of the cameras and gave them each headphones. “So, put these on, and that will be the sound picked up by the boom mic,” she pointed to the microphone hanging over the area where the actors sat. “And then, this is the only camera we are using because I am trying to do this as cheap as possible,” she said, pointing to the camera next to them. They watched the screen as they ran through the scene. Once they started talking, Jon knew the scene. Channing Tatum was playing the Tyler Seguin character Justin Ward, and in this scene he had a verbal altercation with the main character Riley. That would put Charlie Hunnam playing the character based on Brad, Zach Bouchard. After a couple takes Pat took off his headphones and walked over to hang out with Carcillo. Elia took one her headphones off to talk to Jon.
“What do you think?” She said, holding up one ear phone to listen still. Jon slid one side of his headphones off, smiling he said “I think you're more of a Natalie Portman.” Elia nodded, “Yeah, she's knocked up right now.”
It was a huge contrast from the last time Jon had seen Elia filming a movie. There was no stress and no deadline. He found out later that several of the actors were doing it for no up front pay. They came out to have fun and do a role with some freedom. Elia had been getting their input and letting them develop their own characters. It was an experiment, she said. It had only been a few days but they had actually gotten some good footage so far. They quit for the day a little over an hour later, and everyone decided to go to Japonais for dinner. Charlie's girlfriend and Channing's wife met them out, and together the four of them were quite boisterous.
The next night the Blackhawks played the Columbus Blue Jackets. Ben Smith was called up to replace Patrick Sharp, who was sitting out injured. Viktor Stalberg scored his first hat trick. The team went to Underground to celebrate the win, even if it was just against Columbus. Jon tried calling Elia to invite her out, but she didn't answer her phone.

Mid January the weather broke, and temperatures fell into the upper 20's. A snowstorm rolled through the Midwest, wrapping the city in it's cold embrace. It snowed for two days, leaving a layer of powder several inches deep. Toews had just arrived home from practice when he got a phone call from Elia.
“Tazer, I know you're Canadian, but can you throw a ball?” She asked.
“Is that an actual question?” Jon replied.
“Uh, no...Okay. Get pumped up. There is going to be a snowball fight in Wicker Park tonight.”
“You think I wouldn't know how to throw a snowball? You don't even know what snow is Elia.”
“It snows just as much in Chicago as it does wherever Winnipeg is.”
“Do you want to bet?”
“Yeah, and don't even try to pull this metric system shit past me, I'm on to your Canadian sorcery.”
They both hung up the phone. Jon stood in his living room staring outside at the snow in disbelief. It snowed in Chicago, but it did not pile up the way it did in Manitoba. The phone rang. It was Elia again.
“Wait, so are you coming over, or...?” she asked, sounding confused. “Cause I'd rather kick hipster ass with you but I do have back ups that are literally major league pitchers...”
“I'll come over and kick your ass, since you are a hipster.” He knew that would really set her off, and it did. A flurry of words came shouting out of the phone. He held the phone away from his face.
“How many articles of clothing are you wearing right now that are from American Apparel?” he asked. There was silence on the other end now. He could picture her slowly realizing that she was in fact wearing a shirt, probably underwear, maybe shorts, socks, all from the store.
“The snowball fight starts at 8:00 so just be here at like 7:30 by the latest, we need to go over a strategy,” she replied, ignoring his question. He smiled to himself as they said goodbye.

When he arrived at Elia's house later that night Elia was not wearing any American Apparel. She opened the front door bundled in layers. Two pairs of socks, thermal pants, thermal shirts, a scarf. There was a pair of Carhartt overalls laying on the floor that she intended to put on. Jon was wearing jeans, boots and a winter jacket. He laughed, “Are we going to Wicker Park or Northwest Territories?” “Jon, it's like 20 degrees out, we shouldn't even be going outside in this weather,” she replied, looking at him with an expression of complete seriousness. “You're so cute,” he said. “Don't make fun of me.” He wasn't, but he didn't correct her. She had a strategic plan already, with a hand drawn map of Wicker Park and everything. He nodded as she explained the plan, but he had no intention of following it. His plan was to go, make snowballs, and throw them.
As expected, Jon's strategy worked. A large group of people had already started organizing things by the time they got there, standing by the fountain in the dim park lights. They were split into two groups and moved to the field. Somebody started walking between the two groups, giving a Braveheart inspired speech, and then it began. Everyone ran forward and started pummeling the other side with snow. There didn't seem to be a clear way to win, it was just make snowballs, and throw them. After a few minutes there weren't even sides anymore, just people yelling and throwing snow. Jon took a handful of snow, grabbed Elia, and poured it down the front of her coat. She tried to get away but couldn't, and decided instead to fall to her knees on the ground, dying. “Et tu Tazer?” She said dramatically, before dropping her head back into the snow and closing her eyes. Jon took a snowball to the gut, and made a loud groan, clutching his stomach. He fell down to one knee, tried to throw a snowball, and took another in the chest. He spun to the side and hit the snow next to Elia with a thud. The fight had started to move towards the basketball court where there was more light.
“Are you dead?” Elia asked, staring up at the sky now.
“If I was dead, how would I know I was dead?” He asked.
“You just decide.” Elia said, propping her head up on her hand and looking at him.
“Okay, then I'm alive. You?” He said, pulling himself up slightly, resting on his elbows.
“Alive. You're a traitor.” She threw a small ball of snow at him.
“Maybe I was always on the other side.”
“You're a spy?” She asked. He nodded.
“Treacherous!” She lay back down into the snow. Jon lay back too. For someone that hated being out in the cold, Elia sure seemed to like laying in snow. They stayed on the ground in silence for a few minutes.
“Seems like you've been hanging out with Carcillo a lot since you moved back.” Jon said slowly. He did talk slowly a lot, maybe he did sound annoying when he talked.
“I guess,” she replied.
“Are you...” He started to say.
“Do you think I'm banging Carcillo?” she asked, sounding insulted.
“Of course not!...Are you?”
“No! It's totally not like that!” she covered her face with her hands, and mumbled something Jon couldn't understand.
“What?” Jon asked. She turned her head towards Jon, shielding her face from the sky with her hand. “We've been playing music and writing songs,” she said reluctantly. Jon stared at her, trying to figure out what that even meant.
“You and Carcillo started a band?” he asked.
“No, it's not a band, he just plays guitar and has this foot pedal drum thing, and I play a banjo, and we write music and sing a little.”
“That's what a band is.” Jon reiterated.

Elia was adamant that they hadn't started a band. Dan had taken her to Kingston Mines one night last month to listen to some blues, and they started to talk about music. Somehow they had wound up back at Dan's apartment writing music. He had a dozen guitars, a bass guitar, a slide guitar, steel guitar, keyboard, drum kit, and a banjo. Elia had picked it up and started playing, and that was it. Since then they had been getting together and playing.
“I didn't know you could play the banjo,” Jon said, astonished.
“Yeah...My dad actually grew up in Florida, just south of the Georgia line. That's where I get my country side. He taught me to play when I was really young, before...before there were only bad days. I think I stopped playing because it reminded me of him. But it's been like a therapy, like all my anger can just come out in something beautiful. I didn't tell Dan any of that though, so,”
“I won't tell him. I want to hear you play sometime.”
“No way, I would be too embarrassed!” She sat up in the snow. Jon stood up, brushing snow off his pants. He offered Elia his hands and pulled her up off the ground. They walked back to Elia's house, just a few blocks away. Jon had to go home, they had a game the next day. “Hey Jonny,” Elia said as he walked away. He turned around. “We might be doing an open mic night at Uncommon Ground on the 22nd. Don't spread that around!”

Notes

Comments

Well. There goes my reason for coming to the site. Brava on being done! Hope you find inspiration to write another story.

DELETED DELETED
4/27/15

omg its done.... what am i gonna read now :( So good girl!

hockeygirl07 hockeygirl07
4/26/15

What an amazing story. I can't believe it is over.

runawaycherry93 runawaycherry93
4/26/15

aweeeeeeeee

hockeygirl07 hockeygirl07
4/26/15

That was beautiful!!! Made me teary. Is this the end?

KWeber8771 KWeber8771
4/26/15