Thank You and Snippit

I just wanted to make a general post to thank everyone for the support with the plagiarism issue. It still hasn't been taken down and still hasn't responded back to my message but I still want to thank everyone for taking the time to message her/fanfiction about the issue.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do now but I'll continue to work on it and watch her. From the way she hasn't responded I'm getting the vibe she might either just let the story die and continue to 'write' on another site or wait until she thinks the hype has gone down and then post. Either way, I'll be waiting, lol.

I hope everything has been going well with everyone and again, thanks for the support <333. 

Click for story status updated and a look at AJ's POV.



STATUS UPDATE
IWOAK
I'll be honest, I haven't gotten much done but this weekend is dedicated to it since although school started this week and I have a pretty heavy schedule I don't have any homework [well, I have to do some readings and make notes but I'm pretty sure I already have that information somewhere so I'm just going to look for it, lol] and I want to get back on track since once I fall off I have a horrible habit of letting school/life railroad me and then we're looking at six months with no posts.

FALL FOR YOUR TYPE
Figured out fully, but on hold until I finish IWOAK. This story is going to be interesting because this will most likely be my first story with no real intense outside drama. No cancer, no long lost brother/blackmail story, no best friend buying you a boyfriend/bribing a boy to date you. Just a girl and a guy who are trying to become better then they were and sure they'll bring each other down. Or something like that, lol.

I don't know if I can pull it off but it'll be fun to try.

CHOICES. 
I'm actually just going to end this post with a look at one of the things I started for AJ's piece but it just isn't working for me the way I want it too. The first two aren't complete as you could probably figure but I just got stuck and there's something off about the show and tell scene from his POV. It was one of the major turning points in their relationship and I want to get it right.

I will say, one of the advantages of writing AJ's POV is that you guys can see why his feelings changed. I love the fact that he fell in love first, yeah she liked him but he fell hard and fast, lol even when he didn't realise it. 


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He didn’t dress up for Halloween. He sure as hell didn’t put on makeup, get on stage and pretend to be a psychotic clown, or Joker, because some girl had glared at his chin and that dick Vince had implied he’d be a better partner for his fake girlfriend.

And yet, here he was. He’d give it to her, it was amusing, and if he had been aware of how she’d change he would’ve been willing to wear something even a bit more outrageous. She didn’t seem to realize how much prettier she got when she wasn’t trying to look smaller than she was or hide from God knows what.

When she had glared at him for not taking part in everything on stage he had been hit with an urge to kiss her and so he did. Her reaction more than made up for the fact that she had looked like she want to break his nose.

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He was an asshole. He’d known it the moment he’d thought of the plan and the feeling had just gotten stronger the more he got to know her. If he’d had any decent bone in his body he would’ve ended it the moment he’d met her family. No, on Halloween actually, when she had sat in a dark gymnasium and tried to explain about her adoption.

But he didn’t and now he couldn’t. He couldn’t walk away from her even if he wanted too and he’d already set the plan into motion which was the bigger issue if he really thought about it. But all he had to do was keep her away from the Goblins.

So no black and white affair, make sure Vince kept his mouth shut and there’d be no need for her to learn that the reality she tried so hard to maintain could crumble in a moment because of his sister’s big mouth and his misguided attempt at revenge.

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Alejandro Mendez had spent seventeen, almost eighteen, years on this planet never regretting anything that he did for his sisters. Scratch that, he rarely regretted any of the things that he did for his sisters. There were a few memorable occasions which included makeup and dresses and actually posing for pictures but he’d been five and too young to know better at the time.

He might have been the baby the longest but he was the only boy and as such, the only man of the house and it was his job to protect them, even from their own mistakes. And if he couldn’t do that, well he could make sure the person that hurt them suffered for it.

But as he looked at her, the way she sat in his lap not seeming to realize what she was doing to him, her face and body half covered in the shadows even as she trusted him not only with her body but with her darkest secrets he regretted picking her.

She shifted in on him, her fingers tugging at each other while she tried to find the words to tell her story, or truthfully, tried to push it out in one rush in an attempt to get it out and over with. He rubbed her back as she lost control of her enunciation, her words losing their usual crispness and taking on the more rounded almost lisp like cadence that signified she wasn’t as in control as she’d like be.

He knew if he mentioned it she would slow down, focus on pushing the words out because to her it was another sign that she was weak and not good enough while in reality it was just another aspect of her that he loved because it showed her strength and determination and it was a part of her.

It took all of his will not to pull her into his chest and hold her to him, hiding her from the world even as he tried to take her pain when she told him about her scars, about the things she could remember and everything she wished she could forget.

He wished he had the strength to erase that part of her life from her memory the way she wanted, or better yet, he wished he’d been the one to deal with the people who did this to her. And not just her biological family either, no, he meant the little shits she called cousins and relatives who made her feel like she was less than them because she wasn’t born with their blood.

But he wasn’t just filled with anger on her behalf though, he was also filled with shame, feeling like the biggest piece of shit for the way he had treated her before and the fact that he’d had the nerve to think that she was weak or beneath him because she avoided conflict.

And when it was his turn he told her the truth about his scars; waiting to see her face twist into a mask of fear and disgust when it hit her that she was sitting on the lap of someone who was no better than the people who had hurt her.

Instead she seemed to understand, her fingers trailing over his scars softly and causing a tightness in his stomach and other parts of his body that she would feel if she’d just shift a little closer, distracting him for a moment from the horribleness of the situation.

And then she made him laugh, her reaction to him trying to show her his tattoo so flustered and out of place during the moment he couldn’t help but grin and proposition her, loving the way he knew she was blushing even though he couldn’t actually seeing it.

Loving her for not hating him for doing what he had too to make sure no one hurt his sisters. Although how long that would last now that he had agreed to bring her to that stupid black and white affair he didn’t know. Even as she slid off of him he wished he had stood his ground but after what he just heard he couldn’t give her any more reason to doubt herself, or, stupid as this was, doubt him.

So he had said yes and now he was regretting it. Regretting everything. Actually, he didn’t regret choosing her, he regretted the reasons behind why he chose her, and hoped fervently that his luck would hold out and he could get through the night and keep her.