Chapter edited as of July 15th, 2021 <3
**Please look at my author's note at the end of the chapter**

"Buckle, right?" A certain icy-haired girl guessed as they pulled up to a store with familiar-looking decor.

"Bingo," Bethany sang as she shut the door of the Lexus behind her. Once Ashley was following at her side like a little puppy, the brunette swung her hand up over her shoulder and locked the car without even looking back. "The store where your denim dreams will be fulfilled. Flares, skinny, shorts... you'll find plenty of good pairs here."

"So these are the clothes that are... trendy?" Ashley asked. Her tone appeared as though her tongue was testing out the word and trying to decide whether it liked it or not.. She snaked her head to the right to see shelves upon shelves of denim apparel, shirts, and some accessories. She swiveled her head around to the left, but this time she was met by more masculine clothes.

"Some of them," Bethany nodded, "but you need to have a good eye and taste for the ones that really pop. That is why, my dear, that you have me," the woman proudly boasted, directing the two of them towards one of the circular racks on the right.

"Ah. Lucky me, then," Ashley joked, thumbing through the shirts. She stumbled across a dark yellow crop top with a skull design and displayed it to the woman, "how about this?"

"Put that back down or so help me God," Bethany gagged, "that is way out of style. I mean honestly, I don't ever think it was really in."

"Alrighty then," the white-haired girl replied, hanging the shirt back on the rack and raising her hands in surrender. "Be my guest, then."

Bethany confidently nodded, then set to work. After several minutes of searching through racks with Ashley constantly by her side, she surfaced a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans, some distressed shorts, and flare jeans. Several staff members of the store had sought out the pair and asked if they needed any help, but Bethany had repeatedly waved them off and insisted she was fine.

"There's a good variety that should provide you with an option for every occasion. Not to mention, this material is incredibly soft and breathable."

Ashley shot her a slightly confused and amused look at the brunette for the last point she made. Bethany chuckled with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, "Darling, if you aren't comfortable in it, don't buy it. Pain may be beauty, but comfort is grace."

"Advice noted," the icy-haired girl said, turning her attention back to the displays of clothes. Her fingers stumbled across the familiar, smooth texture of cotton. After a moment's evaluation, she picked up one of the folded articles and held it out.

"What about this?" Ashley proposed, studying the graphic tee that she was presenting. It was black, and was labeled with something called 'AC/DC'. Upon seeing the letters, her mind began aching with knowledge of alternating currents and direct currents.

"Not too revealing," Bethany positively hummed. "It's a classic band you can't go wrong with... I'd say you picked yourself a winner!"

"Wait seriously?" Ashley gasped, "I thought it was going to be 'so 2014' or something." However, as she was speaking, her mind began to throb even worse. Apparently the trigger in her brain had realized that the shirt was not referencing to electrical currents, but instead an old rock band that was dear in the hearts of many.

"Nope," Bethany giggled, then pointed to some multi-colored shorts displayed on one of the mannequins, "but those are."

"I d0n't even remember that year and I already agree," Ashley laughed, raising a hand to her eye as to shield her from the horrendous sight.

The two made their way around the store, occasionally deciding together on blouses, jeans, and skirts that would be a good fit for the teenager. After about 30 minutes, the woman stopped and turned back to Ashley.

"I believe our work here is done," Bethany sighed as she took one last look around at all the different sections, then began her walk towards the counter.

"Wait, done shopping?" Ashley asked as she jogged to keep up with the brunette's fast-paced walking.

"Of course not, darling," Bethany snickered, "we have just begun."

~

"This is Adidas," Bethany explained as the two once more walked into another store. The teen wasn't exactly sure, but she believed that this had marked the fourth store they had ransacked. The car had already begun to fill up with clothes and accessories that the brunette had deemed fit, which utterly shocked Ashley. Not a single thing that the woman had chosen was on the cheaper end, but she seemed to not even be fazed by paying all the money for everything (that is, after Ashley tried to argue into paying for her own clothes but lost every time). "Athletic wear, gear, etcetera. If you're going to be living with me, then I might as well teach you a little bit of aerobics and such. You're going to need workout clothes, though."

"What kind of aerobics?" Ashley asked, genuinely intrigued as they made their way towards a section of the store that sold women's clothes.

"Oh, I don't know," Bethany droned as she began to root through the clothes, "gymnastics, martial arts..."

"You know some martial arts?" Ashley gaped, stopping dead in her tracks and staring at the woman who had just said it in a manner that implied that she thought it was normal. Of course, at the time Ashley wasn't aware that martial artists had really become a dime a dozen, though either way the feat was still impressive.

"Not just some," Bethany corrected, "I know many different forms. A little bit of a hobby I picked up, y'know?"

"If that's a hobby, I can't imagine what you do for work," Ashley commented, though she had a feeling that Bethany hadn't heard her due to her being so absorbed in looking for clothes.

"What is this?" Bethany scoffed, gesturing to several racks of restricting cotton tee shirts. "Like hell I could work out in stuff like that."

"I see what you mean," Ashley mumbled as she held up one of the coarse, heavy shirts. "I bet it's like working in a sauna."

"This," Bethany suddenly interjected, "this works."

The brunette held up a skin-tight, cropped tank from one of the racks. It was black and made of a spandex-type material, and the black was partially mesh and breathable. "It wicks sweat and moves with you. Don't forget that it won't flare up and show your bra when you're doing things upside down."

"Definitely a plus," Ashley chuckled as she took the top from Bethany and took a closer inspection of it. She turned to look around their surroundings, smiling when her eyes stumbled across something. "Look at this! Matching leggings."

"Perfect," Bethany agreed, before beckoning her towards another rack.

And so that went on for about another 20 minutes or so, until they managed to work their way over towards the shoes. By now, they already had armfuls of clothes that were beginning to grow heavy. Just the sight of more things to carry frightened Ashley.

"Why don't you go ahead and pick out some shoes? Y'know, some casual, and some for workouts," Bethany instructed, sitting down on a nearby bench and whipping out her phone. She was being extremely secretive with whatever she was typing and not letting her phone screen get angled towards any nearby people, but the teenager didn't really mind. It was probably something important.

Ashley let out an exasperated sigh as she glanced around at all of the rows of shoes. How was she supposed to choose? They all looked nearly the exact same. They were just... shoes? How was she even supposed to be able to tell the difference between casual and athletic shoes?

"Umm," Ashley nervously chuckled, picking up a pair of white shoes that had an Adidas on the side. "That'll work, right? Yep, totally. Now just for the athletic shoes."

The icy-haired girl wandered through isles upon isles of different shoes.

Basketball, tennis, volleyball, soccer, running...

Just as Ashley was moving from the running row to what she believed were track shoes, a certain pair on the end display caught her eye. They were mainly black with white soles and seemed to be just the perfect mix between looks and performance. She picked them up and studied them closer, ultimately being impressed as she found that they had quite a bit of ankle support and cushion.

I think my mission is complete, Ashley thought to herself triumphantly as she glanced between both sets of shoes. With one last grin, she made her way to Bethany who seemed to just be finishing up with her business on her phone.

"What about these?" Ashely asked as she showed the shoes to the brunette.

"I'd say you're a natural when it comes to footwear," Bethany complimented as she took the pairs from Ashley ad analyzed them. " You've clearly been in the business before."

"Not that I can remember," Ashley dryly joked, though she wasn't very sure that it was a good idea that she did. The whole 'no past' thing was still really fresh in her mind and she might have just rubbed salt in the wound. Oops.

~

"Last stop," Bethany declared as she put her car into park.

"American Eagle?" Ashley questioned as she began making her way out of the car; a routine that had become all-too-familiar in the last several hours. The sun was beginning to set on the city, and nightfall would be upon them in no time. Shopping was definitely fun, but also extremely tiring.

"You betcha," the woman hummed as she locked the car, then walked up to the store's front doors and opened one for Ashley.

"Thanks, Beth," Ashley mumbled without much thought as she made her way in and took in the sights of the store.

"No problem, Ash," she chuckled, causing Ashley to spin around with wide eyes.

"Did I just-? Oh God, I'm so sorry Bethany," Ashley stammered, but Bethany only put a hand up to stop her.

"Chill, kid. I actually kinda like it."

"Good," Ashley sighed in relief. She really didn't want to go and start messing up the relationship she was beginning to build with the brunette. If Bethany turned out to not like Ashley after all, then she wasn't sure what she would do.

"Oh look!" Bethany half-squealed, pointing at some corner of the store, "that blouse is perfect!"

"Help me God," Ashley whispered as she allowed herself to be drug behind the woman, "I have a feeling she's going to go even crazier here than before."

"... don't you agree?" Bethany asked as she held up an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved, white blouse, bringing Ashley back to reality.

"I do," Ashley replied, having to improvise her response on the spot since she hadn't exactly been the definition of attentive the last minute or so. "Chiffon, right? That looks very light and airy."

"Yep!" Bethany responded, shoving the shirt into the teen's arms before turning back to the clothes, "Now what would go with that... probably a jean skirt. Like... this one!" Now there was a light blue skirt in her hands.

"But I got one from Buckle?" Ashley asked in confusion.

"So?" Bethany responded nonchalantly, handing the skirt over to Ashley and continuing her search. When the woman came across a two-piece outfit, a couple of tops, more jeans, and a bodysuit to wear with pants, Ashley was beginning to wonder if she was slightly more infatuated with shopping at American Eagle more than all of the other stores they had hit.

"What's with you and this place?" The girl questioned jokingly as she struggled to juggle all of the clothes that were piling up in her arms.

"You see, I'm..." she began but was cut off by an employee that was walking past.

"Hello, Ms. Everglade! Is there anything we can do for you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Bethany replied sweetly, yet there was an undertone of dismissiveness in her voice so that way she could return to her conversation.

"As I was saying, I'm the head of advertising and incoming fashion for the American Eagle chain. I'm the person that makes the decisions for how we're going to market the company, chooses the new lines of clothing, occasionally hire models..." she paused at this and looked to Ashley, who was busying herself by studying a mannequin.

"Modeling, huh?" She asked, trying to hide her interest.

"You know, I could easily land you a job if you want. Wouldn't look half-bad on me either, given how pretty and unique you are. It would give the viewers something to remember."

"I don't know about pretty..." Ashley mumbled, though internally she could feel a bit of excitement. She was already a high-schooler, and soon she'd be considered an adult and have to start living on her own. It wouldn't be too bad of an idea if she started saving money early. "My white and blue hair is rather odd."

"It's different," Bethany agreed, "but it is beautiful."

"Thanks," Ashley shyly replied, looking down to hide her blush.

"Anyways," Bethany said, clearing her throat on purpose, "Are we just going to keep staring at this mannequin? I mean, it is a pretty interesting mannequin."

"I think I actually like that outfit," the teenager argued defensively. It was a mint, mock neck ribbed tee shirt, tucked into a pair of high-waisted light denim shorts.

"Casual, yet fashionable. I agree. Let's get it," Bethany smiled, grabbing the equivalent of the clothes on display from the nearby racks. "Now there's just one more section we need to hit up. Dresses."

"We're talking simple, short-length right?" Ashley asked nervously.

"Duh," Bethany deadpanned as they reached the section, "we're not looking for prom dresses, silly. Though homecoming will be arriving before we know it..."

"Good," Ashley whispered in relief underneath her breath. She began paging through the dresses, most of which forced her to turn her nose up in disgust at how skimpy they could be. She was actually about to lose hope until she found something that actually looked half decent.

"We've established that floral patters and off-the-shoulder are good, right?" Ashley asked as she removed the dress from the rack, "So what about this?"

"I like it," Bethany agreed. "I believe I've taught you right. Now let's buy this stuff and burn out. I'm getting a little hungry, and I'm sure you are too. Fortunately, I know just the place to hit up."

~

"Welcome to Delmar's Deli and Grocery," a man that was working behind the counter monotonously called as the two females walked in.

"Hey Delmar," Bethany exclaimed, walking straight up to the register, "I was just telling Ashley about how great your sandwiches are. Care to hook us up with a couple of 'em?"

"Ashley?" He asked in confusion as he turned from what he was working on to them. When his eyes fell on the teenager, he chuckled and asked, "so who is this?"

"I'm Ashley Tanner," Ashley introduced herself, holding her hand out to Delmar, "14 and uh... Bethany's..."

"My side chick," Bethany boldly exclaimed, laughing when Delmar's eyes widened with shock, "Nah, she's my..."

Bethany looked down at Ashley, wondering what to call herself. She wasn't her foster-mom: Ashley had made it clear that she didn't want parents to replace her seemingly non-existent biological ones. So what was she then?

"I'm her guardian angel," she finally said jokingly, turning to Ashley and giving her a wink. The teenager smiled back, then looked up to the menu.

"I'll take a number five... with pickles and, could you squish it down real' flat?" Ashley asked. Delmar did a double-take at her request, trying to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him and making a certain boy out to be a girl. However, it truly was someone different, so he shook it off as crazy coincidence and gave Ashley a nod.

"I'll have a number three, no onions," Bethany said, pulling out her wallet.

"Thanks, Mr. Delmar," Ashley smiled as he began to make the sandwiches.

"Not a problem," he replied with a smile, "I bet everyone will enjoy having you around." Then, as he was pressing Ashley's sandwich, he added with a chuckle, "Estoy seguro de que a Parker también le encantará tenerte cerca."

*Look it up in Google Translate. It's in Spanish. You won't be disappointed, I promise ;)*

Since one of Ashley's memory quirks was understanding pretty much every language she had heard before, she instantly picked up on what he said and bristled. She was right about to question what his phrase meant, but Bethany started speaking first.

"¿Quién es Parker?" She asked, slightly demanding. Despite her short time of knowing the little cinnamon roll, she was already growing protective. Perhaps it was the fighter in her. Or maybe the desire to be a mother her whole life.

"Uh..." Delmar stuttered, then tried to change the subject, "so you speak Spanish?"

"Answer my question, mister," Bethany growled, leaning over the counter and jabbing a finger in his description.

"He's just a little boy," Delmar improvised, "he loves having friends to hang out with. Maybe Ashley and Peter could hang out sometime."

"We'll see about that," Bethany grumbled, sliding the according money to Delmar.

"Two sandwiches," he declared, handing over Ashley and Bethany's meal, "a five and a three."

"Thanks." Bethany grabbed hers and immediately took a bite out of it. When Ashley glanced at her in shock, she just shrugged and replied in a muffled voice, "What? They're good sandwiches!"

Ashley curiously peeled back the wrapper on her sandwich and took a bite of it. The second the little piece of heaven hit her taste buds, she instantly knew that this is what food was supposed to be. Warm, comforting, and loaded with numerous spices and ingredients that made it a meal.

"Dang right they are," Ashley mumbled, slightly incoherently. Then, upon the realization that they were still standing in front of Delmar, they shared an embarrassed glance and scurried out of the deli.

"You ready to head back to the apartment?" Bethany asked as they made it into the car, "We've got to get your things into your room and go over plans for schooling."

"My room?" Ashley quietly echoed, grinning like an idiot. It still hadn't really settled in that she was actually going to live with such an awesome woman. Now that she was looking back, her luck really didn't seem all that bad. Maybe this was all for the better? Maybe Bethany would treat her better than she was treated in her past life?

"Ash?" The brunette repeated after the teenager didn't answer.

"Oh, yeah!" A flustered Ashley replied.

After finishing her food, Bethany threw the car into drive and made her way down the street-lamp-lit streets of Queens.

"I still can't believe how beautiful a city can be," Ashley marveled, taking in the sights of the towering buildings and beautiful vegetation.

"Wait 'till you get to see nature," Bethany laughed at Ashley's starstruck expression. "I've never been overly fond of the city before. It's great for blending in, though."

"I don't know," the teenager mumbled, partially to herself, "Queens just seems so perfect. I could really see this as being a home."

"Now hold on," Bethany interjected, "you haven't even been to any other cities besides New York. Trust me, there's so much more than just Queens."

"You talk like you've lived all around the world," Ashley gently pointed out.

"Maybe I have," Bethany admitted, "My life hasn't exactly been the definition of simple."

With that, a comfortable silence fell between the two as Bethany focused on her driving and Ashley continued to take in all the sights of the city. In seemingly no time, they had made it back to the apartment complex and into their residence.

"There are lots of schools around here," Bethany began explaining as she plopped down on a couch, pulled out her phone, and beckoned Ashley to join her. "Why don't you take a look and see what interests you?"

Ashley drew her phone out of pocket and started searching for all the nearby schools for teenagers her age. Everything seemed bland so far and nothing really stood out to her. They were all just simple and designed for your everyday kid, and occasionally, a drop-out.

That was, until she finally came across it.

The second she saw the school, she knew it was the one for her.

Midtown School of Science and Technology.

When her mind pulled that little stunt on her with Tony Stark's arc reactor, it only took her a brief moment to realize how intrigued she actually was in the subject. Building awesome technology that could be used to save the world or destroy it? I mean seriously, what could be more exciting? Maybe one day she might be up there with the billionaire himself, inventing things that weren't even imagined as possible.

"I think I've found the one," Ashley declared, showing her phone screen to the brunette.

"Midtown?" Bethany looked at her in shock, "you wanna go to a smart-kid school?"

"What?" Ashley asked, faking offense, "Are you saying I'm not smart?"

"No," Bethany laughed, "I just didn't really take you for a nerd."

"Hey!" Ashley exclaimed, "I'm sure the whole school is more than just a bunch of nerds."

"Mhm," the brunette teased, going back to whatever she was looking at, "I'm sure it is. Geeks, if you're lucky."

All the teenager could do was roll her eyes, but she eventually changed the subject. "So when do I start?"

"School just started a couple of days ago, so I'll probably register you tonight and you can go in a day or two. For now, I think it would be best for you to get a feel for the town and modeling."

"How am I going to get in, anyway? It isn't like I have any education records," Ashley questioned as she stood up from the couch, beginning to make her way to her bathroom.

Her bathroom.

"You underestimate both my connections and that little trip in your memory that gives you unlimited knowledge," Bethany replied with a laugh, making it difficult to tell if she was being sarcastic or not about the second part.

"I still don't understand how that works." The teenager made it to the room and turned back, waiting to see if the brunette had any last words before the girl disappeared.

"I don't either, kid. Now get some rest, tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a day for you."

~

    "The kamikaze birds out here are insane," Ashley grumbled, still half-asleep as another thunk sounded from her window. "I guess I know what the term 'bird brain' means now..."

    She groaned and rolled onto her other side before snatching a pillow from her bed and shoving it over her face. If the stupid birds kept this up all night, she wouldn't be able to get any sleep.

    "Ashley, are you in there?"

If it hadn't been for the pillow that she had crammed over her face, Bethany would've for sure been able to hear the shriek she let out before roughly falling off of her bed. Upon hearing the crash, a very panicked Spider-Man quickly opened the window and jumped inside.

"Are you okay?" He yelped, rushing over to her side to make sure nothing was wrong.

"Physically? Yes. Though there might be something wrong with my head, 'cause I still can't understand why you think it's okay to scare the absolute crap out of someone!"

Spider-Man winced at the girl's harsh tone, but he was thankful she was fine. "Sorry... I- I just came over here to check on you and see if you were doing okay."

"Oh," Ashley mumbled, standing back up and thanking her lucky stars that she had chosen to wear a heavy hoodie to sleep in. "Well in that case, uh... I'll be right back." The teenager quickly scurried off to her bathroom, only stopping by a dresser slowly enough to grab something from a drawer. Spider-Man stood in visible confusion until the girl walked back into the room.

"What was that all about?" He asked, but she just shrugged off his question with a 'nothing'.

"Here, you can look for yourself now," Ashley said, lifting up the hem of her hoodie to the point that her ribs were revealed. Spider-Man sucked in a harsh breath when he saw how discolored they were. He couldn't imagine how painful it must be for her. Thankfully, the small collapsed circle that was there the previous night had filled back out. He wasn't even going to question how.

"Oh my gosh, Ashley," he murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Ashley shrugged before sitting down on the edge of her bed. "Honestly, I should still be thanking you for saving me. What happened to me could've been a lot worse if it wasn't for you."

Spider-Man solemnly nodded and refused to let his mind wander to those awful thoughts. He hated how much danger a teenager girl could be in if she was left alone. Deciding that it would be best to change the topic, he asked, "How was your day today? Y'know, besides the broken ribs."

    "Honestly? It was awesome," Ashley offered Spider-Man a genuine smile. "I found out that I'm going to be transferring to a high school around here soon."

    "Oh? Which one?"

    "If all goes well, Midtown School of Science and Technology," she replied. Spider-Man let out what sounded like a cross between a cough and choking, but he quickly regained his composure and fumbled out a response.

    "The nerdy school, huh?"

    "Why is everyone calling it that?" Ashley groaned, shoving her face in her hands. "I'm sure there's plenty of normal people there."

    "Hey, who ever said that I was trashing the nerds? There's some pretty cool ones if I do say so myself..."

    He was cut off by Ashley bursting into laughter. "So the mighty Spider-Man is just a little nerd under the mask, huh? That explains all of the puns."

    "Hey!" He exclaimed. By now, he had plopped down onto the bed beside her and gave her shoulder a joking shove. "I'm not a nerd! I'm not little, either!"

    "Oh okay then, mister five-foot-five, and I'm a buff body builder," Ashley sarcastically quipped.

    "That's not fair," Spider-Man whined. "I'm five-foot-eight, for your information. And fine, what if I am a nerd in real life?"

    "Then that'd be a relief," Ashley replied with a smirk, causing Spider-Man to uncontrollably blush under his mask. Who knew that the dang thing would come in handy so much? "Jocks aren't really my type."

    By now, Spider-Man was a blushing, sputtering mess. "Your... your type?"

    "It's so much fun getting you embarrassed," Ashley suddenly laughed, causing Spider-Man to look at her in mock offense. "I don't have x-ray vision, but I can already see how red your face is getting."

    "It's not nice to make fun of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," he grumbled, though Ashley could tell he was just playing.

    "Aw, did my little arachnid get his feelings hurt?" Ashley teased, tapping him on the nose. She hadn't even realized what she was saying until it came out of her mouth. Both teenagers burst into chuckles at her nickname for him.

    "Little arachnid? Please, and you say I'm the nerdy one," Spider-Man snorted.

    "Yeah, that statement still stands," Ashley sassed. "Let me guess, you go to Midtown too?"

    "What? No! What makes you think that?" Spider-Man sputtered nervously.

    "Oh you totally do," Ashley replied. "C'mon, you can't even be older than a junior. Maybe even a sophomore."

    Spider-Man sighed in defeat. "Fine, maybe I'm not as old as everyone thinks I am."

    "Please," Ashley rolled her eyes. "Nobody thinks your that old. Not with that high-pitched little kid voice."

    "Y'know, the next time I see you in trouble on the streets, I'm just gonna laugh and let you deal with it," Spider-Man threatened playfully, but Ashley knew it was a load of crap. Spider-Man would never pass up the opportunity to be a knight in shining armor and save a damsel in distress.

    "Uh-huh, sure you will, little arachnid."

    "Please come up with a different nickname, I'm begging you," Spider-Man pleaded, somehow managing to give Ashley puppy-dog eyes through his mask.

    "Fine, eight-legs."

    "No! That's worse!"

    "Alright, baby spider."

    "I'm not a baby," Spider-Man whined. "C'mon, I'm sure I'm older than you. You can't talk."

    "Nah, I'm sticking to baby spider," Ashley shrugged with a taunting smirk. Spider-Man just sighed and buried his face in his hands. However, as he was looking up, he caught a glimpse of a clock on her night stand and gasped.

    "Oh no, I've got to get going," Spider-Man groaned and stood up.

    "What? Does Spider-Man's magic wear off at midnight? Careful—you wouldn't want to leave a glass slipper behind."

    The teenager shook his head at Ashley's childish banter and antics. "No, I've just got a test tomorrow and I don't want to bomb it because I'm a walking corpse in the morning."

    "Don't worry, I'm sure your nerdy self will do fine," Ashley snickered.

    Spider-Man chose to ignore her words and shuffle over to her window. He was already perched on the sill and leaning out of it when he called out, "Goodnight, Ashley!"

    "Goodnight, baby spider," she replied, then watched as he swung away.

Pardon my French ;)

Anyways, YES, I do WANT YOU GUYS TO LISTEN TO THIS.

I see you all slinking towards the exit button... GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE WORMIES >:)

Okay, now that I have everyone's attention...

This book very loosely follows the Marvel timeline! CA: TWS, Age of Ultron, CA: CW... yeah, none of that has happened yet. Despite the fact that Homecoming is literally about to happen, none of that is even close. Spidey still doesn't have Tony's suit yet. I'll explain more in further chapters!

That's not the main thing I'm forcing you guys to read, though. I wanted to see your opinion on two things.

1) Is Romanogers okay? I might go with it even if some of y'all say no just because I'm a hardcore shipper, but if enough of you guys start screaming and threatening I'll consider backing out of it. I just think that the ship might be able to add to the plotline that I was planning on following.

2) Do you guys want a Homecoming dance? Or shall I make Ashley miss it because of some danger and action going on?

Also, I wanted to apologize for how fast this book is moving along. I just have a lot to cover in 30 chapters or so and I'm already falling behind on where I need to be in the plot.

Anyways, have a wonderful day everyone!

AND IF YOU ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS, GOD BLESS YOU! HONOR ON YOU AND YOUR COW!