It All Started In A McDonald's...

OK so the first order of business Jamie and I need to share with you is the brilliant fact that this book has officially reached ONE THOUSAND FUCKING READS?!

It only took 37 chapters and the best part of two years, but we eventually got there.

I'm honestly kinda amazed... like, I looked and it was like '1K' and I was like 'huh?' and it was like 'yeah 1K' and I was like 'HUH?' and it was like... and I was like... I'm so fucking chuffed with that guys like you have no idea how much this means to me :)

She'll never shut up about it from now on.

There's also the news that we are approximately... maybe like two SUPER LONG chapters away from finishing the Homecoming plot. When I say SUPER LONG I do mean SUPER LONG, and this is like the tiny fluffy build up to it... hence why half this part is Author+and+Jamie Note.

Doesn't have a great ring to it really.

Are you mad at me or something? You normally talk more than this.

I thought I'd be crashing Flash's car this chapter :( And still NOTHING. I am waiting, the readers are waiting, even YOU are waiting, and you STILL haven't.

It is a hundred thousand and ten percent in the next chapter, I promise. But there's gotta be something else.

I was reading your notes again.

Oh.

Yeah. You're mean. And not even to me this time.

That's not for another seven years into your future yet, don't get too upset by it. You knew it would happen. Loki is an angst magnet, always has been, always will be.

Yeah, so maybe you should give him a fucking break.

Mmmm... what if, instead of giving him a break, I draw him some pictures, give him a little vacation and uh... OOH I KNOW, you two can go shopping together :D

THAT WON'T MAKE IT BETTER!

Of course it will. Anyway, we'll talk again at the end of the chapter.

This isn't over.

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"So, run me through it again then, why did Peter lose the Internship?" MJ asked, draping yet another dress over my outstretched arms that I couldn't see her wearing in a million years. I don't know how she managed to drag me out with her, to be honest. All I'm doing is being her coat hanger and gossip source while she looks at Homecoming dresses.

"I told you," I shrugged, or at least the best I could with like six dresses on either arm. "He said he screwed something up. Unfortunately it's very easy to screw up, amazed I haven't yet. Poor guy's probably super down in the dumps about the whole thing. That Internship was his life."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Feel kinda bad for him. These last few weeks he's barely spoken at all or anything. He's like a depressed puppy."

"It's unbelievable, the amount of times we've likened Peter to a puppy," I mused. "But anyway, you've never been so interested in Peter before."

"I've finally accepted I can't get rid of him so I might as well learn to like him a bit better. Besides, a friendship with Peter clearly comes with great gossip," MJ said, mentally weighing up the pros and cons of a flowery print dress she was holding out in front of her. "D'you think I'd suit flowers?"

"I don't know," I said flatly. I bought clothes for the comfort, I didn't give a shit what they looked like. I was not the right person to ask fashion advice from.