"How was your morning, today? Did you eat breakfast? Did you leave home safely?"

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As Kyungsoo stepped through his front gate he kept his head toward the ground with his smallish man hands covering his eyes from the down pour.  Just as he ran to the first step, he immediately stopped only to see a pair of shoes shaking on the second step in his obscured line of sight.

Taking his hand away from his brow faster than he could count to one, he stepped back just in case a stranger had been there.  But he was dumbfounded to find the most familiar shivering boy sitting on top of his own bag.

“A-About t-t-time  you c-c-c-c-came back.”  The petite boy shivered through his teeth.

“Oh my god! Baekhyun! What are you doing here?!”  Kyungsoo exclaimed as he threw himself to Baekhyun trying to get him to stand up.

He was soaked to the bone.  His perfectly styled hair was completely saturated in water and clung to every part of his face and neck.  His clothes were drench and stuck to his body like a magnet as Kyungsoo lifted him from the ground. Kyungsoo could feel the heavy weight of the clothes just as he helped lift the shivering boy from the ground.  Baekhyun’s lips were purple, his face terribly pale; he looked like very image of death.

“I-I-I-I w-w-was w-w-waiting fffffor you.”  Baekhyun’s small stutters caused him to heave for breathes of air and Kyungsoo’s heart to drop. 

“Alright, alright.”  Kyungsoo hurriedly spoke as he picked up Baekhyun’s book bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Digging into his pocket as fast as possible, Kyungsoo took his keys out and fumbled with the lock on his door as he held Baekhyun by his shoulders in his casted hand.

The door was pushed open with a powerful kick from Kyungsoo’s foot and led the near to death boy into the house. Kyungsoo closed the door with his foot again as he supported the two of them to take off their shoes and placed the book bag down.

“Come on, this way, this way.”  Kyungsoo would mutter little nothings of panic as he led Baekhyun to the bathroom.  “Come on take off your clothes and take a warm bath, I’ll help you.”

Baekhyun’s face was now red in the cheeks; Kyungsoo feared he had caught a cold.  After Baekhyun had removed his sweater and Kyungsoo had started the warm water for the tub he kneeled down in front of Baekhyun who was now seated on the toilet trying to take his shirt off.

“Here, here.”  Kyungsoo held one sleeve as Baekhyun pulled a weak arm through and repeated the same steps for the other.

Once the shirt was removed, Baekhyun shivered even more to the cold bathroom air that met with his pale torso.

“Wh-Why’s it ssso c-cold in hhhere?!” Baekhyun exclaimed as he covered himself with his arms.

Kyungsoo immediately stood up and went into the bathroom closet for a clean towel and wrapped it securely around his shoulders.

“We don’t have a heater in here.  Just bare with it okay?  I need you out of these clothes so you don’t get sick.”  Kyungsoo grabbed another smaller towel and started to ruffle Baekhyun’s soaked hair. “You can keep your underwear on if you want, just take your pants off okay?” 

Baekhyun was mortified.  He was practically stripping in front of Kyungsoo, but he knew he couldn’t stay in his wet clothes.  ing his pants he slowly rose from the toilet and put a hand down on the sink next to him just as his legs felt as if they would give way.

“Whoa, careful!”  Kyungsoo grabbed onto Baekhyun’s arm.

“S-Sorry.. I feel weak Kyungsoo, I can hardly stand.”  Baekhyun felt dizzy and just over all tired once he stepped into Kyungsoo home.

The little amount of warmth that Baekhyun’s body was finally receiving had been causing him to be sleepy. His body wasn’t used to fighting so much to keep itself so warm in close to freezing temperatures and piercing rain.

“Hold onto the ledge, I’ll take your pants off.”  Kyungsoo knelt down again and started to pull at Baekhyun’s pants that he had been trying to pry off himself.

Baekhyun thought he’d die with these terrible emotions running through him.  He was mortified on top of being drained from the weather.  His body felt heavy, really really heavy.

“How long were you in the rain for?” Kyungsoo asked as he sat Baekhyun back down on the toilet seat and removed his soaked socks and the rest of Baek’s pants.

“F-Forty five minutes.”  Baekhyun whispered as he rested his head on his arm that still clung onto the side of the sink.

Kyungsoo’s eyes almost popped out of his skull, “WHAT?!” Baekhyun flinched at the loud noise. “How could you wait that long!?!  If I wasn’t home you should have gone home!” Kyungsoo, trying to resist the urge to hurt Baekhyun, checked on the bath water.

“I-I said I was going to c-come over your house with a mmovie and hhhomework, so I c-came.”  Baekhyun said in a quiet voice.

“But I wasn’t home! You should have gone back to your home!”  Kyungsoo exclaimed again, straining his voice, his throat was beginning to feel strained as if something were pulling at the muscles in his throat.

“I wanted t-to wait for you.” 

There was just no further arguing with a stubborn Baekhyun.  Kyungsoo sighed as he turned the water off.

“Fine. If you get sick, it’s not my fault you waited in the pouring rain.”  Kyungsoo stood up again and latched onto Baekhyun’s under arms. “Come on, I’ll help you to the tub.”

Baekhyun slowly stood up, a little wobbly but leaned on Kyungsoo for support.  Once the two were near the edge of the tub, Kyungsoo helped Baekhyun in and lowered him down slowly.

“You know this means you’re spending the night, right?”  Kyungsoo stated as if annoyed.

“I know.”  Baekhyun sighed in relief at the perfect temperature of the tub.  Everything was starting to tingle in his ice cold body parts. “I thought Ha Yi would at least be home. But I guess not.”

“No, she slept over a friend’s today.”  Kyungsoo stood up and grabbed a clean wash cloth from the closet.

Baekhyun feigned a gasp, “on a school night?” Baekhyun playfully smiled.

“They go to the same school, its fine.” Kyungsoo grabbed a stool next to the sink and sat on it as he began to take the wash cloth and run the warm water on Baekhyun shoulders.

It was a peaceful silence as Kyungsoo watched the color slowly reform back in Baekhyun’s face.  Baekhyun kept his eyes closed as he leaned his head back on the wall and let Kyungsoo run the warm water on his collar bone.

“Did you send me a text?”  Kyungsoo asked as he dabbed Baek’s face with the wash cloth.

“Mhm.”  Baekhyun hummed in response with a slight nod.

Kyungsoo bit his lip, “I-I’m sorry.” 

Baekhyun sniffled, “it’s alright.” His eyes still closed.

“I’ll try and look at my phone more often..”  Kyungsoo grabbed more water into the wash cloth and went back to dabbing Baek’s face.

“You need to turn your phone on vibrate at least, and not complete silence.”  Baekhyun opened his eyes and watched as Kyungsoo washed his body with the warm water.

“I should..”  Kyungsoo seemed distant, Baekhyun didn’t like that (then again, when was Kyungsoo not thinking about the millions of things he had to do?)

“What’s wrong?” Baekhyun sat up straight.

“Nothing’s wrong.”  Kyungsoo responded in a genuine manner.

Baekhyun grimaced and leaned back against the wall. “Fine.”

“Do you want to take a bath, or just rinse in the water?”  Kyungsoo asked as he started rubbing the wash cloth on Baek’s shoulders again.

“I’ll just wash my hair if that’s alright.”

“Of course it’s fine.”  Kyungsoo spat back.

“Geez, I just wanted to make sure.” Baekhyun turned away from Kyungsoo, not liking his attitude.

Kyungsoo thought nothing of it and started rubbing water on his back.  Baekhyun tensed as Kyungsoo ran a gentle hand on his shoulder blades.  Before Baekhyun knew it, a medium sized hand was kneading at the back muscles of his shoulders.

“Calm down, I’m just massaging you.” Kyungsoo reassured.

A small breathless peak of air escaped out of Baekhyun’s mouth as Kyungsoo’s hands moved in magic motions on the tensed muscles.

“S-Sorry.  It feels nice.”

Kyungsoo giggled, “it’s fine, don’t worry.”

There was a moment of silence as Kyungsoo massaged the upper back area as Baekhyun slowly let his head drift backwards.  It felt so good, and Baekhyun felt a little shameless letting a small moan escape his mouth here and there.

“When was the last time you gave me a massage?”  Baekhyun asked in a hushed voice as he soaked in the pleasuring feeling of his shoulders muscles being wonderfully kneaded.

“Hmm.. It’s been a while huh?  It’d probably feel better if I had both my hands.”  Baekhyun shook his head in a very light manner, so light that he was sure Kyungsoo wouldn’t have caught on, so he hummed in disagreement.

Baekhyun, being the teenager he was, started imaging things he wished he hadn’t and casually brought his hands in front of his underwear clothed groin and tried to keep himself from getting hard.  To his avail, Kyungsoo took no notice.

“Alright, I’m going to go make something warm for us to eat and drink and get you fresh pajamas to wear. You get cleaned up and call me if you need help.”  Kyungsoo stood up from the stool.

“Aw, you were getting to the good part of the massage.”  Baekhyun sniffled again as he turned back around to place his back against the wall again.

Kyungsoo leaned down and felt Baekhyun’s forehead. “Hmm.  I’ll check your temp in an hour. For now I’ll leave the door open, so if you need anything just call me.”  The two nodded at each other, and went off to their separate obligations.

Kyungsoo returned less than five minutes later and placed fresh clean clothes on the toilet seat and left to set up their beds in the living room. 

Once the sheets were neatly set, Kyungsoo left to the kitchen to make a quick batch of canned chicken noodle soup for Baekhyun.  He set up the small table tray next to their bed area and placed the pot for hot tea on it along with Baekhyun’s hot soup and a bowl of popcorn.

“You still haven’t change out of your clothes either?”  Baekhyun announced as he stepped into the living room.

“Oh!  You’re up and around? Are you okay?”  Kyungsoo rushed to Baekhyun’s side and wrapped a secure arm around him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just go change.”  Baekhyun waved his hand as Kyungsoo sat him down in the clean smelling sheets.

“Alright I will.  Eat the soup okay?”

With that, Kyungsoo left to change quickly into something comfortable and lose.  When he came back, he pulled up a heater next to them and turned it on the highest setting as he sat down next to Baekhyun.

“How you feeling?” Kyungsoo asked as he watched the now wrapped in blankets Baekhyun blow on his soup.

“Better.”  Baekhyun sniffled.

“Ugh, you’re gonna be so sick in the morning.”  Kyungsoo groaned as he grabbed a hand full of popcorn.  “Did you actually come over with a movie?”

“Mhm,” Baekhyun spoke through his mouth full of soup.  “I brought that Werewolf Boy movie.  But I left my laptop home so we can’t watch it.”  Baekhyun sniffled again.

“Oh, well..”  Kyungsoo pursed his lips.

“But I brought some snacks. They’re in my bag. Oh! And home work. You could probably use it.” 

Kyungsoo stood up and went into the shoe area to grab both their book bags. 

Baekhyun had switched from his soup to his heart warming tea, knowing the soup was canned (it was too salty for Kyungsoo’s homemade kind.)

“There’s nothing but junk in here.”  Kyungsoo said as he sat down and placed a bunch of small bags of cheetos and salt and vinegar chips. 

“Yup.”  Baekhyun said rather proud of himself.

“And look at all this candy! If you eat this you’ll definitely get sick.”  Kyungsoo placed the candy on the side of the tray.

“Yeah, like this canned soup is any better.  It’s so oily and salty.” 

“Hey!  It’s better than junk food like this.” Kyungsoo bumped his shoulder into Baekhyun’s.

Before Kyungsoo could do anything else a heavy weight slipped down onto his shoulder and to his chest.  Baekhyun had laid his head onto Kyungsoo’s bosom still holding onto his tea and eyes closed.

“B-Baek..?”  Kyungsoo leaned back a little, involuntarily giving Baekhyun more room to lean on him.    

“Thank you, for always caring so tenderly for me, Kyungsoo.”  Baekhyun said out loud as he basked in the warmth that resonated from Kyungsoo’s body.

For the rest of the night Baekhyun and Kyungsoo had stayed silent.  Baekhyun had magnetized himself to Kyungsoo’s shoulder as he copied the others work for his own homework.

Eventually the two found sleep with Baekhyun snuggled up against Kyungsoo’s chest claiming that he still needed warmth to keep him from getting cold again.  Even though Baekhyun had ulterior motives, Kyungsoo hadn’t complained and complied by wrapping his arms around Baekhyun and held him closely (not that Kyungsoo was aware of Baekhyun’s ulterior motives.)

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“Baekhyun! Get up!...  Baekhyun?!... Baekhyun!!”

“Sweet mother of hapkido, what?!”  Baekhyun shot his eyes open, only to be faced with glistening white skin of a collar bone.

“We’re gonna be late for school! Are you well enough to go?!”  Kyungsoo was livid, not only had he over slept an hour, he also slept very uncomfortably due to his hand and positioning with Baekhyun.

“I-I-I… I-I think so.”  Baekhyun’s face flushed.

“Well hurry up and go find something to eat in the kitchen, I need to take a shower.”  The two started to unravel from their embrace.

“What time is it?”  Baekhyun asked as he started folding up the bed sheets.

“Six-forty five, so we need to get rolling here.”  Kyungsoo ran down the small hallway that led to his bathroom while pulling down his pants.

It was a rough morning for the two; constantly fumbling about to get their books together, to make sure everything was cleaned right and to make sure they would get everything done in time.  Figuring since it took twenty minutes to walk to school, they would sprint and make it in fifteen minutes.  Was it one of their smarter ideas? Probably not.  But no one was complaining as long as they made it to school in time. 

They had reached the gates just before the security guards closed them for the day and stopped their movement once inside the gates.  Both boys hurled over with their hands on their knees as they gasped for air to reach their airways.

As the two sprinted down the halls while pushing and shoving each other, they had finally reached their class and stumbled in through the back door still playing around.  Both boys stopped dead in their tracks and stared at the faces of everyone in the class room who had turned to face them.

“Ah, Byun Baekhyun.  There you are!”  The teacher called out to them.  “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming in.”

While the teacher had been speaking over to Baekhyun, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but notice someone (fairly tall) standing next to the teacher, staring them down in the back of the room. 

Wh-Whoa. Kyungsoo thought to himself as he stared at the lenient tall figure in the front of the class room.

“You two are lucky I just walked in with our new foreign and exchanged student.  So if you boys would so kindly, have a seat.”  The two boys quickly bowed as low as possible before scurrying off to their designated seats. 

As Kyungsoo sat down in his desk, he found Chanyeol boring holes into his face.  He had his elbow on his desk and hand covering his mouth as he watched Kyungsoo move around and take his books out.  Kyungsoo glanced as Chanyeol and mouthed “what” to him.  But before Kyungsoo could get a proper response, Chanyeol had turned his attention back to the new student.

“As most of you may know our exchange student hails from the mainland part of China, his Korean isn’t very good, so be nice to him and treat him with respect.  Do you all understand me?  You may introduce yourself.”  The teacher beckoned with his hand as he stepped back to give the student his spot light.

“Hello everyone.  My name is Huang Zitao and I am from Qingdao, Shandong China. Please take care of me in our last year in high school together.” The newly named student bowed ninety degrees towards the class, earning a few whispers here and there.

Now that Kyungsoo was a bit closer to this Huang Zitao, he could get a better look at his face.  It was beautifully sculpted in his own opinion.  His eyes were razor sharp in the corners, almost like slits that could kill in an instant, but they were mesmerizing and seductive.  Under his eyes were dark like circles, making him look as if he had the worst case of insomnia.  But they were cute in Kyungsoo’s opinion (or maybe because he sympathized with Zitao because he had dark circles as well.) 

His face was just over all perfectly shaped.  There was no smile on the boys face, he looked almost as if he brought the very form of death with him from China with the barren face he had.  Kyungsoo couldn’t help but start to outline his nose once he had finished trying to stare into his eyes.  It was lovely shaped; a long thin bridged nose with just the right amount of flare at the nostrils.  It was odd to Kyungsoo that he was even thinking about such things.  After he finished observing the nose he trailed his eyes even lower, the lips.  Oh they were a catch.

Kyungsoo’s breath hitched as he stared at the boy who had been giving his speech in a bit of broken Korea.  His voice was weird; it wasn’t deep or high pitched. It seemed average, but just a little high pitched for a normal teenager.  It was definitely a unique voice and husky.  Kyungsoo really enjoyed the sound of a husky voice.  Not the gruff kind of husky, but just a simple kind of husky.  There were no ual meanings behind Kyungsoo’s liking for husky voices; he just simply liked the sound of a husky voice.

But back to the lips, in which Kyungsoo found himself his own.  This kid’s lips were like gold, dipped in the fountain of beauty and left with unfinished work by the gods.  They were funny looking lips, but they were beautiful.  They had a perfect curve at the very ends of them almost making it look as if the teen had been smirking all the time.  Then the lines along the top lip followed a curve, to ideal to want to damage, and ended in the middle with a cute and perfect little dip.  As Zitao spoke, Kyungsoo would notice the odd ways in which his mouth would function, causing him to gulp his own saliva down, hard.  The very front of his upper lip would dip down further than the rest of the lip as he would speak or open his mouth.  It almost hurt to look at the beauty that Zitao radiated. 

His skin wasn’t exactly pale; it had a light touch of tan to it. It was a perfect color.  His skin, from where Kyungsoo sat, seemed flawless.  His raven hair had been styled so that it covered all of his forehead and most of his eye brows, almost hiding his mysterious eyes behind it.  His neck was long and tall; his structure seemed small and a bit frail, but with another longer glance you could see the muscularity he had.  His structure was broad and buff almost as if he was a fighter. 

Kyungsoo wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He could only stare at this new student while he made his introductions.  He was getting hot though, his cheeks burned and his thighs started to burn up as if he were catching a fever.

“Alright, so today you’re going to be escorted around the building by this here’s Byun Baekhyun. He offered to help you around so you have nothing to worry about. Baekhyun, please raise your hand!” Kyungsoo could already hear the excitement emanating from Baekhyun’s mouth as he shot his arm up. “That’s him back there. Please introduce yourself Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun stood up from his seat. “Good morning! My name’s Byun Baekhyun, third year and I’ll be more than happy to help you around for as long as you need me.  And don’t worry, I don’t bite.”  Kyungsoo and Chanyeol exchanged glances with each other and made gagging noises as Baekhyun sat back down.

“Thank you.” That lovely voice sang to Kyungsoo’s ears again.

“Thank you Baekhyun.  Now if you don’t mind Zitao, you can take a seat over on the left side of the room in the back behind Jung Daehyun. Daehyun! Please raise your hand to make yourself noticed.”  As Zitao sauntered his way to the very back of the room in the seat closest to the back door, Kyungsoo watched his every move.

Every which way he moves is almost like a deer. Or some sort of elegant animal with long, thin legs. Why is this guy.. So.. So different? Kyungsoo turned back around in his seat and prepared himself for the class session that he probably knew he wasn’t going to pay attention to.

Chanyeol has really long legs. But his voice is so deep compared to Zitao-sshi that it makes him seem like a twelve year old.. Then again, I wouldn’t say that just because Chanyeol has really long legs doesn’t make him graceful. He’s just kind of there.. Kyungsoo during the middle of taking some empty notes glanced over at Chanyeol’s legs, which were spread open and lazed out. Definitely not graceful. Kyungsoo pursed his lips.

All class Kyungsoo was afraid to turn around and take a peek at Zitao.  He only wanted one more look at him before he would melt down and park his new seat next to him just to look at him again.  Thankfully to him, Baekhyun decided to throw a crumpled paper at his head with a note written inside.  Kyungsoo’s shoulders jerked up and his initial reaction was to check to see if the teacher was paying attention.  Luckily he was immersed in the board.

Turning around almost instantaneously, Kyungsoo glared at the only source of his nuisance.  Baekhyun smirked at him with his cheek resting on his palm and biting on his ballpoint pen. Quickly looking down, he searched for the note and found that it was on the other side of his chair. Looking back at the teacher quickly, Kyungsoo purposely dropped his pen on the ground near the crumpled ball.  After mumbling a curse for extra authenticity, he casually got up from his seat and purposely walked towards the back of his row and bumped his shoulder into Baekhyun’s.

As Kyungsoo made his way to the back of the row to turn down the next isle, he made sure to keep his stare on Zitao.  He was perfect just sitting in his chair, slouched with his hands in his pockets and legs slightly spread open. 

Making his way back to his seat he picked up the paper ball and pen.

“Do Kyungsoo, what are you doing out of your seat?”  The teacher called just as Kyungsoo made his way back upwards. 

“Dropped my pen, sir.”  His teacher nodded and went back to lecturing the students.

Kyungsoo turned around made his way back down the path he used to get to his seat.  As he did so, he made sure to keep his line of sight fixated on the new Chinese boy.  However, just as Kyungsoo looked up at the boys face, he was met with an intense stare.  Kyungsoo’s cheeks immediately flushed and looked away. 

As he made his way back to his seat, he kept his head to the ground, not wanting to look up and catch Zitao staring him down again.  But just as he passed Baekhyun he jabbed him in the side with his thumb, causing Baekhyun to flinch in his desk and heave over.

Sitting back down in his seat, Kyungsoo opened the note.

I saw that.  >;)

Kyungsoo furrowed his eyebrows. Saw what? He thought and quickly scribbled the same words down.  Crumpling the paper again quietly, Kyungsoo waited for the right opportunity to throw the note back.  Instead, Kyungsoo rolled the ball on the ground, hard enough to reach Baekhyun’s chair.

A few moments of peace went by until the soft sound of paper came rolling back by his feet.  The note read this time:

The way you looked at the new kid~ you dirty little boy, you said you weren’t gay~

Kyungsoo’s reaction to the note caused him to spaz his limbs in order to hide the note from anyone possibly trying to read it.  However, Chanyeol couldn’t help but give him weird looks now and then.

Kyungsoo furiously wrote back:

Hey ! I’m not! I wasn’t looking at anything! I don’t have time to mess around with relationships and childish things like that!!

Kyungsoo had written so hard on the paper that he almost caused it to rip.

And back the note went.

Then back the note came.

That’s what they all say. It’s the first stage. Denial~ I saw how red your cheeks were when you looked at him and the way you scrutinized his features~ don’t hide it my little pumpkin~

This time hearts were decorated all over Baekhyun’s last note piece. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.

Just because we’re friends, doesn’t mean I’m like you. Thank you very much.  I have no interest in Zitao. Nor do I have any interest in any guy!! Or any girl to be exact really.. So it.

Kyungsoo smiled smugly as he sent the paper back, only to receive it just as fast.

Ugh! I’m hurt! I can’t believe you called me ‘friend’!!! You big jerk!  Then fine! Be unattracted to anyone for the rest of your life!!  Be a lonely son of a and work to your death bed!!! See if I care! I’ll be at your funeral saying how much Do Kyungsoo barely lived his life anyways!

Kyungsoo was actually genuinely hurt by that, so he simply wrote back:

You’re a .

This time as he sent the paper back to Baek, he hadn’t looked at him to smile or get his attention.  He only turned around and refused to take another note from him.  After what seemed like an hour (which was only five minutes) Chanyeol leaned over to pick up the crumpled ball from the ground since Kyungsoo hadn’t been paying attention to it.  Chanyeol’s face turned into a frown. 

Chanyeol opening the paper caught Kyungsoo’s attention, so he looked over to see what he had been doing.

Noticing that the paper was crumpled and had writing on it like his own, he quickly dived for the paper and snatched it out of Chanyeol’s hands.  As he glanced down at the note, Kyungsoo’s eyes were drawn to the picture that had been the last thing to be done from Baekhyun.  As soon as Kyungsoo saw what it was he quickly crumpled the paper up, not caring how loud he was and shoved it into his backpack to keep from anyone else’s view.

Kyungsoo quickly looked over at Chanyeol and shook his head furiously while waving his hands to signify that Kyungsoo had nothing to do with the drawing.  Chanyeol simply closed his eyes, lifted his hands and shook his head.  Signaling that he didn’t care or he was okay with it.  Once he cleared that up with Chanyeol, Kyungsoo turned around to Baekhyun to find him staring right back at him with half mast eyes and a smirk on his face.  Kyungsoo’s cheeks flared red hot as he glared and mouthed curses towards the boy.  Baekhyun in return only pursed his lips and made a sensual kissy face towards him. 

After smiling and laughing to himself, Baekhyun made a heart with his hands and started making cutesy faces towards Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo turned back around, fuming and ignored Baekhyun for the rest of the class.

He could have at least drawn one of those crappy looking ’s like in the boys bathroom.  But no!! He had to just full on out detail the head, hair and veins. This ing . Why does he know how to draw a realistic so well?!?!?! 

This chapter actually hadn't ended how I planned, but that's okay. It keeps things going.

Do you see the love triangles/complications?