I stand by what the chapter's name is, there are little chill vibes in this chapter. It's fluff, shock, fear, and even more fluff. I hope you guys like it, more notes at the end.

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No One's POV:

The Nightmare Before Christmas was as musically and strange as ever. Lilo was bouncing at each song, mouthing along even if she didn't actually sing them. Her favorite seemed to be Sally's Song, since it was the one that actually made her jump into Arthur's lap with a muffled squeal and she clutched onto his shirt for the whole song, staring at the screen in awe.

Arthur found that completely adorable. As did Alfred.

After the movie ended and they left the theater, Arthur noticed they still had a few hours before curfew. He signed it to Lilo, who was still bouncing with excitement. She rarely left the school and now she had what was practically a whole afternoon left to explore her new and exciting surroundings!

Lilo rapidly signed to him about wanting ice cream and going to a park and playing with other kids and-and-and-and...

Arthur grabbed her hands to stop her from ranting. He blew his bangs out of his face and chuckled, looking over at Alfred, who seemed dizzy.

"I cannot read that fast." Alfred groaned.

Arthur took out his phone as he lifted Lilo and texted him.

'Lilo wants to go to the park and get ice cream. We still have a few hours before curfew. :)'

"Awe, you used an emoji!"

'Shut up <.<'

Alfred chuckled and looked down at Lilo. "So, you wanna go to the park, huh?"

Lilo nodded, looking at the alpha with wide eyes. They were a small pack, and Alfred was technically their pack leader at the moment, so his decisions were 'law'. Not that that was how it was these days. Traditions have changed to fit the times more. But it was well known that young alphas look up to their parental alpha for guidance and take everything they say seriously...unless it had to do with competing for their parental omega's attention.

"Do you want to go to the park, Artie?" Alfred smiled, looking at his boyfriend.

Arthur nodded, taking Lilo's hand.

"To the park!"

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No One's POV:

"Are you sure we should do this?" The alpha asked quietly. His boss nodded, a wicked smile spreading across the omega's lips.

"We can tear him down before he even begins his reign." The omega chuckled darkly.

The alpha bit his lip. "But he's just-"

"Just what?" The omega snapped. The alpha swallowed thickly.

"A child..."

Thoughts of his own children bounced in his head. How could he ruin the life of one not much older than his own?

"He's an adult and will need to face the adult world soon enough. We will just jumpstart his descent." The omega fiddled with her nails, picking the dirt out from under them. "I want it on my desk by Friday. If not, you're fired."

The alpha nodded, eyes downcast. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, and John?"

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Don't get caught."

"Understood, Ma'am."

"Now go."

The alpha nodded and walked out of his boss's office, making his way toward his own office down the hall. He entered the empty room silently and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. He threw his head back, sighing.

How on earth was John Kirkland going to get dirt on Alfred F. Jones?

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After a small detour through a toy store, (because Lilo got distracted) and one in a bookstore, (because Arthur got distracted) the small pack loaded up into the car and Alfred drove to the closest park. The one they were going to was Crystal Palace Park. Lilo happily held a football in her lap ("Soccer ball!" Alfred tried to argue. Lilo and Arthur gave him dull looks, then side-eyed each other. 'Idiot.'), with a big bag full of toys that she was going to give to the other daycare kids beside her, and watched the world pass her by outside.

Arthur was also looking out his window. His mind raced as he watched the world fly by. He'd only been to Crystal Palace Park once before, and he only remembered one thing. It wasn't the cool dinosaurs or the large grounds, it was the two alphas fighting and killing each other over an omega. His family started going to another park when they would visit London from then on. He remembers the omega screams even to this day, scarring his young mind as it echoed behind his eyes, making him question life and death before he even knew what those words meant.

"Hey, Artie. Are you okay?" Alfred whispered beside him, taking his hand that was balled on his lap. The traffic was stopped and Alfred wanted to take the moment to check on Arthur, Lilo having fallen asleep in the backseat. The scent blockers were slowly washing out, and Arthur's scent was flooding into Alfred's senses. He couldn't decipher all his scents, but he knew this one well. Artie was anxious over something.

Arthur looked down at their hands and gave a small smile, looking up to Alfred and releasing the tension from his shoulders, nodding. Alfred gave him a look.

"Artie." He warned quietly. Arthur rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, motioning for Alfred to wait as he typed.

'I've been to this park before when I was a kid. I only went once, when there was an accident there then we never went back. I'm just remembering the accident, but I'm okay. Let's still go. :)'

Arthur handed Alfred the phone. Alfred read it all quickly, handing Arthur the phone before he had to start moving again. He nodded and changed lanes to make the right his GPS told him to take.

"Ah. Sorry if I brought up anything bad, Artie. But I promise to make sure that nothing bad happens to us while we're there. I'll do my very best." Alfred smiled reassuringly. Arthur smiled back, nodding.

'I know.'

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No One's POV:

Peter loved going to the park.

He didn't get the chance to do it often since he was always sick, but when he did go, his dad (and occasional siblings) always made it fun. His dad came home from work early and gave Peter's nurse the rest of the day off because he wanted to take him out. He didn't need to worry about Peter's tutor since they came by earlier in the day.

His nurse, a nice beta named Su, thought it would be good for Peter to try to get some exercise and allowed it. So she packed up and went home to her sisters.

Peter smiled excitedly at his dad. They were the only ones at home all year since his siblings were at that nice academy, but the two weren't close. His dad was always at work in a media place Peter didn't care to remember the name of. All he knew was that his dad had a good job that paid lots of money and that's how he was able to pay for all the people who took care of him and for his siblings' school. Not to say he wasn't grateful! Peter was proud of his dad for working so hard, but he wanted to spend time with his dad too. It got lonely being surrounded by adults who, in the end, were strangers to Peter.

"Daddy, where are we going?" Peter asked.

John smiled at Peter, glancing at the mirror to see the excitement in his youngest's eyes.

"The park! The one with the dinosaurs."

"Crystal Palace Park?! Yay!" Peter cheered. He had only been once before, but he didn't count it because he wasn't born yet. He had a few friends from the hospital who have gone before and they always talked about how much fun they had looking at the dinosaurs. Now he could tell them about his time there!

"Do you think we'll see anyone there? Like Seamus or Connor?" Peter asked.

"I don't know, Petey. Maybe not, they are in school." John answered honestly. Peter pouted and closed his eyes, wishing for one of his siblings to be at the park too.

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"It's called soccer!" Alfred defended. Arthur and Lilo rolled their eyes with love. "Lilo you should be on my side! We're both American!"

"But I grew up here." Lilo shrugged. Alfred sighed.

"Okay, fine. I'll give you that." Alfred sighed sadly. "But it's soccer."

Arthur shook his head and put the ball down. Alfred and Lilo wanted to play, but Arthur wanted to read one of the books he bought. Alfred was going to buy them but Lilo distracted him long enough for Arthur to shop calmly and purchase his own books.

"Do you want to play too, Artie?" Alfred asked as he and Lilo began kicking the ball to each other. Arthur shook his head and pointed to a nearby bench overlooking the field, then his book. Alfred nodded, smiling.

"Alright. I have my phone in my pocket so if you need anything just text me, okay?"

Arthur smiled and gave Alfred a small peck on the cheek, then walked off to the bench happily.

Alfred watched his leave, his heart stuttering in his chest as his faced warmed.

Lilo, who watched their interaction, kicked the ball at Alfred and nailed him on his knee to get his attention. Seeing as she wasn't aiming there, she squealed and covered her mouth in surprise.

Alfred calmed her down and they started kicking the ball around.

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Arthur heard people walking down the path behind him, but didn't look up from his book. It had gotten interesting and he didn't want to stop reading. The book in his hands had gotten his attention more than any other book ever had. It was called 'The Captive Prince', and he was currently on the seventh chapter.

The main character, Damen, had already met Prince Laurent and been announced as his slave by that point in the book. Damen (who was making plans to escape) was going to join Laurent at dinner, where there would be other court members and Laurent's uncle, the Regent (who Arthur was 75% sure was evil).

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'Advantage?' said Damen.
'When someone doesn't like you very much, it isn't a good idea to let them know that you care about something,' said Laurent.
Damen felt himself turn ashen, as the threat sank in.
'Would it hurt worse than a lashing for me to cut down someone you care for?' said Laurent.
Damen was silent. Why do you hate us so much? he almost said, except that he knew the answer to that question.
'I don't think I need to bring in more men,' said Laurent. 'I think all I have to do is tell you to kneel, and you'll do it. Without me lifting a finger to help anyone.'
'You're right,' said Damen.
'I can end this any time I like?' said Laurent. 'I haven't even begun.'
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'I fucking love you.' Arthur reread Laurent's lines in awe. That was a line he would quote. He did not regret buying the Captive Prince series. If anything, he was going to recommend it to all his friends.

Arthur continued reading, trying to tune out the noises surrounding him, but a familiar voice squealed behind him.

"Arthur!" The voice yelled and two arms wrapped around his shoulders. Arthur jumped in surprise and turned to face whoever was speaking.

His jaw dropped when he saw who it was.

"Peter?" Arthur signed slowly. Peter wasn't the best at sign language, but he knew enough to communicate. Peter smiled brightly and nodded.

"Dad! Daddy look who's here!" Peter yelled behind Arthur. Arthur stood up and turned, seeing his father further up the track. Arthur's lips formed an 'o' as he realized the people who had recently passed behind him were his father and baby brother.

"Arthur. Hello son, it's good to see you." John smiled, pulling Arthur in for a hug. Arthur smiled brightly and hugged his father tightly, taking in his scent. He smelled like coffee, like he always does, but also paper and cologne. No doubt he had been in the office that day.

Arthur pulled back a bit and began to sign to his dad.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, I came home early and decided to take Peter out for some fresh air and exercise. Su thought it would be a good idea too." John explained, signing in return.

Arthur nodded. Then he remembered he hadn't come alone. He looked to the field and saw that Lilo and Alfred were still kicking the ball. Arthur looked back to his father and nodded toward the two alphas.

"They're my friends. I'd love for them to meet you." Arthur smiled. John nodded.

"What are their names? I'll call them over." John offered.

"Alfred-my boyfriend-and Lilo. Alfred doesn't go to the academy but Lilo does. She's mute and knows sign."

John nodded, slightly happy to meet his son's boyfriend, and turned toward the two alphas. "Alfred! Lilo!"

They both turned toward John, which resulted in the ball flying into Alfred's leg...again. After Alfred silently screamed at the pain, he picked up the ball and walked behind Lilo, who ran toward Arthur immediately after her name was called (and after she kicked the ball a bit too hard).

Arthur waited for Alfred before he started signing.

"This is my dad and brother," Arthur told him and Lilo. Then Arthur turned to his father and brother and signed something to them that made his brother's jaw drop. John simply stared at Alfred in shock. Alfred blinked but ultimately shrugged off their reaction and smiled.

"Uh, wow. Nice to meet you, sir. You must be John Kirkland, then? And that makes you Peter." Alfred spied the small alpha, who was looking up at Alfred in awe.

"You're huge." Peter gawked. Yeah, Alfred was tall, but he wasn't that tall. Alfred chuckled since he didn't take it to heart.

"Thanks."

"It's nice to meet you too Mr..." John held his hand out, the unasked question looming in the air. Alfred shook it as he spoke.

"Jones. Alfred F. Jones. This here is Lilo." Alfred put the ball down and picked her up and she smiled and waved. John smiled in return as he processed the name.

"Alfred F. Jones? As in the Jones Company?" John asked. Alfred nodded.

"Yeah. I'm kinda surprised you know. Our company mainly stays within the states, though we do have a few markers in China and Japan." Alfred commented offhandedly.

"I'm aware. I also heard about the recent news." John's tone was slightly less friendly. Arthur was too busy trying to get the two kids to talk to notice. Alfred, however, did. His smile tightened and his eyes flashed an unreadable emotion.

"Ah, I see. The paparazzi report?" Alfred asked.

"Yes. The man was sent to a hospital, wasn't he?"

"Yes. He survived and recovered well. I helped pay some of his bills." Alfred told him.

"You still went to the juvenile hall." John's smile slipped to a frown.

"I volunteered there and got community service hours instead of jail time. I tried to set an example for those kids, show them you can change even if you grew up doing criminal things." Alfred shrugged off. John eyed him, then smiled. A real, genuine smile.

"I'm sorry for getting tough on ya right then. Just wanted to see if you'd get aggressive or something. I don't want Arthur to get hurt, ya know, so I wanted to see if you were a good one. There aren't many in this world. I like you, Alfred, and the goal of your parents' company. Can't wait to see what you'll do when you take the metaphorical throne." John looked to the field where Arthur, Peter, and Lilo started playing with the ball again. Alfred looked over too, seeing Arthur's smiling face.

"I was worried Arthur would never find someone," John admitted. "He was always a quiet kid, never really connecting with anyone but his mother and Connor. But when he told me about you, I was happy. Thank you, Alfred. You really brought him out of his shell."

'And now I need to get you out of yours...'

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No One's POV:

Lovino wasn't ready.

He was terrified out of his mind.

Antonio called him, asking if they could meet up in the art room. Lovino agreed and was already on his way there.

That didn't keep him from being terrified. Antonio was a sweet alpha, but Lovino had no sweet bone in his body. He was cold and cruel and argumentative and 'Oh moons above why on Earth did Antonio choose him?!'

"No! Shut up!" Lovino hissed quietly to himself. Arthur said he was kind, and beautiful, and lovely. If Arthur could see that in him, Antonio could too. And Antonio was also kind, and wonderful, and ridiculously charming. They would make a fucking hot couple and make all the other couples on the street seem like fake leather while they were the real, authentic, Italian leather shit.

Except for his friends' relationships. They-his and his friends' relationships-would all be Louis Vuitton, everyone else is fake Gucci.

The smell of paint and clay wafted into his nose and Lovino breathed in. He loved the smell. It reminded him of his Nonno. All that was missing was the fruity smell of wine. He remembered sitting in his Nonno's art studio, just watching him sculpt with a blindfold over his eyes and letting his hands do all the work.

He once asked his Nonno why he sculpted and painted with a blindfold on. He wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, so why do that? His Nonno had laughed and removed the blindfold, setting it down on the stool with his back to the sculpture. He never saw his sculptures until they were done.

"Because, my little Mimmo, art does not belong only to the ones who can see it. Art belongs to the whole world. So I make art for the world to see, to feel, and to experience. A man who can see is blind to everything but his demons. A man who is blind can see everything despite his demons."

The young, inexperienced Lovino told him he didn't understand. His Nonno did not get angry. Instead, he smiled.

"You are young, I do not expect you to understand yet. Maybe one day you will, when you are my age."

Well, Lovino wasn't at all close to Nonno's age, but he understood now what his grandfather was trying to say.

Art is usually made for the ones who can see. They judge colors, shadows, distance, shape, everything. His Nonno made art that people were encouraged to touch, to feel. He was well known in the art industry for his unique looking sculptures that the ones who can see couldn't understand. But the blind who touched it knew exactly what was going on.

See, Lovino's Nonno knew how to read braille. So as he sculpted, he would make braille bumps that told a story. Only blind people who knew how to read braille knew what was being told.

Lovino went to one of the museums in Italy where his Nonno's work was, a place he had frequented in his youth. (So much so that when he went after all that time, the old staff greeted him like family.) He went back a year after the accident when he had finally adjusted to being blind and learned how to read braille. His brothers guided him up to the sculpture and he placed his hand on it, tracing his fingers over the minuscule bumps his grandfather created while blindfolded to make the poems, stories, and legends accessible to everyone.

Lovino's favorite was the story of the blind old woman, the young woodsman, and the river nymph at the bottom of one of the sculptures. The woodsman heard someone crying in the river, wanting him to help them, but he ignored the cries. He believed that if the person got themselves into the situation, they could get out, he was not willing to die for them. The old woman heard the crying the next day and went to the sounds of the cries to try to help whoever was there. It turns out that the one who was crying was a river creature, a naiad. The old woman helped her fix her broken tail and the naiad healed immediately. She wanted to grant the old woman her sight back as thanks, but the old woman refused. She was old and would die soon, she did not need the ability to see. So instead, the old woman was turned into a whale. A creature who lived long, long years in the ocean and did not need sight. So the old woman lived a longer life, happier than she had been before.

Lovino loved his Nonno, and he loved remembering him when he walked into the art room.

But today he was in that room for a different purpose.

He was there for Antonio.

The strange smell of flowers was the first thing he picked up. They seemed to overpower everything else the closer he got to them.

"Lovino! I'm glad you're here, mi amor." Antonio's voice sang in Lovino's ears.

"Ciao, Antonio," Lovino mumbled. "Why did you ask me to meet you here? We usually meet by the gates or my room."

"I wanted to take you to a room I knew you were most relaxed in. I know how much you love sculpting as your Abuelito did." Antonio explained, taking one of Lovino's hands and guiding him over to a chair. Lovino sat down and a bouquet of flowers was placed on his lap. They smelled of oriental lilies and carnations, both his and Antonio's country's flowers. He heard Antonio shuffling in front of him and felt his hands lower. He was pretty sure he heard a shoe squeak too.

"Antonio...are you on one knee?" Lovino asked, raising an eyebrow. Antonio chuckled.

"Uh, yes. How can you tell?"

"You're cheesier than authentic Italian pizza." Lovino shrugged. Antonio snorted in response.

"Okay. I prepared a little speech, but I completely forgot it so I'm just going to improvise. Lovitonio-¡puta madre!-Lovino, you are the most amazing man I've ever met. You may be an omega, but you don't give in to the stereotypes laid out to be one, like being submissive and docile. You are loud, abrasive, and don't give a shit about anyone but your family and friends. But you're also so caring, and you always make sure to check that everyone you love is okay and try to fix it if they're not. You have so much love for everyone, you just have a hard time getting it out and expressing it. But when you do, it's so genuine and pure and beautiful. I've seen the way you act with the little chamacos Arthur takes care of. You are such a beautiful, lovely person and I have no doubt in my heart that it will love you forever. And I hope you can save room in your heart for me. What I'm trying to say is, Lovino Romano Vargas, will you allow me to court you and hopefully mate you so one day we can have little bambinos of our own?"

Lovino felt tears roll down his face as he sniffled. He couldn't speak so he simply nodded, a sob tearing out of his mouth. Antonio stood up and Lovino stood with him. With the bouquet in one hand and his cane in the other, Lovino wrapped his arms around Antonio's neck and pulled him close, getting on his toes to hug him better.

"Te amo, Lovino," Antonio mumbled into his ear.

"Ti amo anch'io." Lovino sniffled, pulling back and dropping his cane to caress Antonio's face. He leaned in and felt Antonio lean in too, their breaths mingling until their lips brushed.

And like that, Lovino understood what Arthur meant about fireworks going off when he and Alfred first kissed.

There definitely were sparks.

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No One's POV:

"Gil?"

"Yeah Birdie?"

"Does this mean you're...willing to court me?" Matthew asked shyly.

Matthew and Gilbert were sitting on the library's rooftop. After their little dance in the library study room, Logan popped in again to inform Matthew that his time was up and that the next person who rented the room had arrived.

Matthew thanked Logan for reminding him and finished putting his things away, but before they left the room, Gilbert stopped Matthew. Matthew was confused about why, until Gilbert leaned down and kissed him. He didn't know if Gilbert was aiming for his lips or not, but he got him on the cheek anyway. In his flustered state, Matthew dragged Gilbert to the roof where they were sitting, feeling a cool December breeze. That was where they were when Gilbert chuckled, throwing his head back.

"Ya, I am. Will you allow me to court you?" Gilbert asked, holding his hand out. Matthew smiled, giving him his hand. Gilbert pulled the hand in and kissed his knuckles.

Matthew's heart fluttered at the action. "Y-Yeah. I'd be happy to have you as my alpha."

Gilbert smiled and tugged Matthew closer. Matthew scooted until he was resting his on Gilbert's shoulder, Gilbert's arms wrapped around him.

"I'm just happy you are willing to look past the fact that I can't." Gilbert laughed at his pun. Matthew smacked his arm but giggled at the pun.

"Wow. I can't wait to tell my parents!...Oh shit, Alfred's going to kill you."

"I can take him."

"Gil..."

"Yeah, he's gonna kill me."

Matthew laughed and pecked Gilbert's cheek. "Don't worry Bear, I won't let that happen."

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No One's POV:

"Thanks for taking us out to lunch, Dad." Arthur signed.

"Of course. No child of mine will go hungry on my watch." John signed back, puffing his chest proudly.

"Lilo is the one who said she was hungry." Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, right. Grandchild. My mistake."

Arthur squawked and glared at his father, watching the alpha roar with laughter at Arthur's reaction. John took them to a cafe close by to the park that he wanted to take Peter to for lunch. It mainly served sandwiches, coffee, and dessert items, but their food was great. Alfred said he'd pay for his and Lilo's meals so John didn't have to, but John paid for Arthur's.

Arthur and his father were sitting at one of the tables the cafe had outside waiting for Alfred and the kids to come back from the bathroom. They were talking about what came to mind, having no real destination.

"She's not my daughter." Arthur frowned. The thought made him sad. One day Lilo would get adopted and she would be taken from Arthur, like Davie. His heart hurt remembering Davie.

"You can always adopt her." John reminded him. "I'm not saying to do it now. You and Alfred are still in school and I definitely want you both to focus on school before you even think about mating and getting married and having kids. But I see the way she looks at you and Alfred. She really thinks if you as her parents. I know you will be a wonderful parent one of these days, Arthur. And she will eventually need a family."

Arthur nodded, thinking about what his father said. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered adopting some of the kids himself, but he wasn't ready for kids. He still wasn't done with school, he didn't even know what career he'd go into! (Though the author gig did seem promising...) Plus, he and Alfred were still a relatively young couple. They'd never talked about stuff like mating and kids before, and Arthur definitely wanted to have that talk with him first before he got any ideas.

Adopting Lilo though? Arthur could definitely see them doing that. He just hoped Alfred was on the same page.

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No One's POV:

Lilo silently cheered in her mind as she reread Arthur's plans on adopting her in the future. The author was definitely being kind to her today!

"Darn it Lilo! I told you to stop doing that!" The author hissed, pulling her hat down to keep her face hidden from all the background characters surrounding her and fixing her sunglasses. (They must never know the face of the author.) Those guys all knew they were background characters, but the main cast had no idea they were the main cast...except for Lilo. It was sorta a 'Truman Show' experience.

"You better make them adopt me." Lilo signed at the author, glaring hotly.

"You better get back in place or I'm writing you outta here and replacing you with Keabetswe." The author threatened.

Lilo stuck her tongue out at the author, placing a chocolate muffin in front of her computer, along with a hot chocolate. "From the cafe workers. They want you to make them the main characters in that cafe story you wanted to make."

"Tell them I'm sorry but I scrapped that idea when I was 14. But thanks for the food. Now get back in place! Alfred is going to show up any second and I can't be interacting in-story with anymore-"

"Hey there ma'am. I'm sorry, is my kiddo here bugging you?" Alfred asked, walking up to the author of the book he had no idea he was in. Lilo smiled innocently at Alfred, then back to the author mischievously.

"Oh no, not at all." She smiled kindly as she freaked out in her mind. "She just came by to tell me she liked my backpack, that's all. I know some sign myself."

'Leaveleaveleaveleaveleave-as your author I command you to leave!' The author ordered in her mind.

Alfred had the sudden urge to leave the lady alone and go back to Arthur.

"Oh, that's nice. C'mon Lilo, food's ready!" Alfred grabbed Lilo's hand and they walked outside. The whole cafe collectively released a breath.

"Alright, back to your places people. I've got a story to write. And Jonathan, Benny, I'm sorry but the gay cafe dream is gone. Vamoosh. Disappeared. Not gonna happen buddies." The author said, looking at the two cafe workers. They sighed sadly but continued to work.

The author looked at her computer, which had the story continue without her typing. She raised an eyebrow as she watched the typing continue onto the next few chapters. "Oh? This will be interesting."

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So...I have nothing to say. I updated. I am here again. Expect the updates to be as irregular as ever. But I'm so happy to be back! I missed these guys so much! T~T Sorry for all the character switching, I needed to put a lot of stuff in here so I just clumped it all into one chapter.

And Lilo, that Lilo! Interacting with me when she knows it's against the rules! Well, what can I do? She has a mind of her own.

If you guys have any questions about what went down in this chapter and want me to clear stuff up, I will! Just comment on it and I'll respond as fast as I can.

Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Nonno-grandfather in Italian
Mimmo-endearing way to say bambino, which is child in Italian
Mi amor-my love in Spanish
Abuelito-endearing way to say grandfather in Spanish
Puta madre-basically means motherfucker in Spanish, however the direct translation would be mother bitch
Chamacos-endearing name for children in Spanish
Te amo-I love you in Spanish
Ti amo anch'io-I love you too in Italian