Fanfic for a fanatic

Greatest Lie - Part 13

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 18:29:00 +0200

I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for still being here <3

Mon 29.11

This was it: We were on our way, sitting in a cab, to meet Marouane’s parents. I could see from the car window that we were almost there, suburban houses were teeming past us while my nervousness level was rising from 6 to 10. Even Marouane’s efforts to encourage me didn’t calm me down. I turned my head to look at his serene face and at the same time my eyes shifted down to our hands being intertwined; mine atop of his. Once more I gazed at his face and my mind filled with thoughts of our time spent together. “I was crazy about this man, that I know for sure. But was I falling in love with him?” During those thoughts his face had turned to me and I felt myself blush. “If he knew what was going through my head, would he freak out?” I coyly smiled at him before turning my head to look out the window on my side. “But isn’t that why he brought me here, to introduce me to his parents, because he was in love with me?” We had never really talked about our feelings towards each other, and now I was caught thinking what was really going on between us.“Keep it together girl, you can’t afford to be tripping.”

The car stopped, I felt my insides would rupture, nervousness level; 11. Marouane squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. It calmed me enough to get me out of the car and onto the street pavement. When I stepped out into the French air, the slow breeze swizzed gently through me.

“His parents are gonna love me. Younès is gonna love me.” I said quietly to myself in Russian. Marouane had convinced me numerous times that his parents would love me, and when I had told him I was excited to meet his parents, I meant it at the time, but now I was just a nervouss reck.

After the cab driver had taken out our suitcases and driven off, we walked to the front door holding hands. He rang the doorbell and soon the door was opened by an older woman, about my height, dark brown hair tied to a loose bun. It had to be his mother.

“Mon fils!” She exclaimed grabbing her son for a hug, our hands getting loose.

“Mama.” I heard Marouane chuckle as they were hugging each other, they greeted like they hadn’t seen for months. A tall, grey haired man, that I assumed to be his father, appeared from behind her and I started to feel uncomfortable knowing his father was looking at me and we hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Mama, Papa, this is Alexandra.” Marouane finally turned to me and introduced me to his parents, whose eyes were both on me now. I smiled to them warmly offering out my hand.

“Salut, enchante. Vous pouvez m’appeler Alex.” I spoke with my broken french accent and his mother smiled and took my hand between hers and squeezed it lightly.

“Allo, ma plaisir. Je m’appelle Amina.” His mother seemed like such a nice, warm person, she made me feel very welcomed.

“Enchante, monsieur Chamakh.” I felt like an idiot speaking so formally, but his father shook my hand with a smile.

“Oh, appelez-moi Brahim. Enchante, Alex.”

“It wasn’t as scary as I had told myself.”

“Come on in.” His mother said with her broken English making way for us. ” “I’ve heard so much about you, Alex. Maroaune told me you’re American.” She continued as we entered their cosy looking home. It smelled like cookies and clean laundry, it reminded me of home while my parents were still alive.

“Yes, from my mother’s side. My father was russian.” I realized I almost said the word ‘is’ when she asked me but I corrected myself just in time to avoid the awkward conversation that would have followed suit.

“You can take your luggage upstairs, Marou it’s the guest room.” She emphasized the word ‘guest room’ and gave her son a meaningful look, to which Marouane nodded.

“Thank you, Amina.” I smiled before turning to Marouane and taking my suitcase in my hand.

“I can take it for you.” He offered and I smiled, mumbling a thank you. We climbed the stairs and he showed me to the guest room at the end of the hall. As I stepped inside, I saw the light flower wallpaper and white curtains edging the window, making the room look very elegant and beautiful as the faint sun light came through the window illuminating a romantic setting to the room.

“Thank you, Marouane.” I said my voice shaking a little and I took a deep breath. He chuckled and pulled me in for a half hug, squeezing my shoulder.

“Breath Alex. My parents loved you, okay.” He gave a peck on my forehead. I felt my head nodding, soon realizing there was still one person I hadn’t met. “Come on.” I followed him and he walked with his luggage in hand towards the door opposite from mine.

“I think Younès is still napping, but we can take a look at him anyway.” He whispered opening the door in front of him, a baby smell coming out of the room. We sneaked in quietly hoping not to wake his son, but I heard a muffled giggle from a crib on the other end of the room next to the window. I knew it was Younès, he was awake and I could finally meet him. The nervousness I felt earlier had subsided and instead I felt almost blissful. Marouane walked over to the crib and the giggle sounded louder now.

“Allo, mon fils. Comment es-tu réveillé déjà?” His voice was a pitch too high as he spoke to his son, it sounded so cute though. Talk about cute, Marouane lifted his son up in his arms, I saw this cute curly haired baby boy with the same warm brown eyes like his father’s, trying to grab onto his father’s face. Before I knew it, I was sold. I was smiling and I had taken a step towards the two most adorable men I had ever seen. Marouane looked at me and smiled so widely I had ever seen him smile and it made me so happy. While his face was turned to me, Younès had managed to grab his cheek with his little fingers and Marouane turned to kiss his son’s tiny hand.

“You wanna hold him?” He asked after drifting his focus back to me. I hesitated for a second but I stepped closer nodding my head promptly, reaching my hands out to take him. Marouane handed Younès over to me and I pressed him safely against my chest. The minute I took him in my arms he tried to grab my face too, touching my nose, cheekbones and strands of my hair. I guess he was in a grabbing stage where he would grab onto anything he could get his hands on. I looked at Younès and he was definitely the cutest baby I had ever held in my arms, I was already falling for him.

“You two look like a cute couple.” I averted my gaze to Marouane who was looking at me with loving eyes, giving me butterflies to my stomach.

“I know, it’s like we’re meant to be.” I stated with a smile and started bouncing Younès with tiny movemeants, a tiny chirp of nervousness now eating my insides.

your actually taking the fucking piss with this story.

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 18:31:26 +0200

wow, thanks. This really inspires me :D

It's been forever you need to write my love for chamakh is drifting

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 18:28:54 +0200

oh dear, i’m sorry you feel this way. I’ve been trying to get back to writing and i’m still trying; I believe i’m making some progress with this, and i’ve started re-reading my story and trying to get my inspiration back.

I don’t wanna make any empty promises, but I’m trying really hard :)

okay, thank you for still being here <3

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Sun, 14 Oct 2012 23:50:51 +0300

im really dissapointed that you havent put the other parts up i nearly forgot about it! please in return to us you should put up the next like 3 parts :/

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 13:36:51 +0300

I know I know, i’m so sorry that i said i was gonna post and then i didn’t :( believe me i’m dissappointed in myself too.

I realized the chap wasn’t good enough so I have write some more, and right now my mind is so full of other things that I can’t get anything on “paper”.

My writer’s block is so thick right now!

But i will post new parts when my mind clears out a bit.

I’m so glad that you guys are still sticking around even though i haven’t posted anything in months, I love you guys.

just saw your post a few minutes ago and i've read all your stories and i think there AMAZING, btw i hope you get back to write soon coz i really missed reading them :D

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 11:58:10 +0300

Aw, thank you so much! This means a lot to me <3

I really hope so too.

ps. sorry for the late reply :)

Hi! I thought that I should check in. I’ve had writer’s block since May, and I’m...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 09:46:46 +0300

Hi!

I thought that I should check in.

I’ve had writer’s block since May, and I’m sorry I haven’t checked in earlier.

I’m trying to get back to writing as soon as possible.

Just bare with me, okay :)

While you guys wait for me, please give me your feedback on my stories so far, thanks :))

Hello

Mon, 28 May 2012 16:28:38 +0300

I won’t be able to post anything until next month, because I’m busy with my personal life at the moment.

I hope you guys aren’t too mad at me for this

love you xx

complicated is good:) update soon againxD

Sat, 19 May 2012 04:41:03 +0300

thank you :*

I’m not sure when i’m updating, but hopefully it won’t take too long :)

02. Tonight It's Just Me and You

Sat, 12 May 2012 18:46:31 +0300

Here is Complicated Part 2, I hope you enjoy. and feedback in here. xx

I waited and waited and waited but he never stepped through the front door. Clearly he was avoiding me after Sunday’s loss, that had hit him hard, I’m sure. But he should have at least called or texted me that he wasn’t coming home for the night instead of leaving me worrying about him. Yes, I still worried about him even after all the fighting we had done the past 6 months. I still loved him and I knew he loved me even though he was behaving like a selfish idiot. I had put up with his shit for a year now, that’s when we first met. I was introduced to him by my loving cousin and we hit it off the first night despite the fact that he was really shy compared to the typical type of men I was into. It’s the quiet one’s that you have to look out for.

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“You’re welcome to come with us.” Iker smiled lifting his brows. I looked at him with an amused look on my face and he soon cracked, rolling his eyes. “Okay, fine, Sara will kill me if you don’t show up.”

“See, I knew she put you up to this.” Iker nodded defeated and I chuckled at his adorable expression. “I will come.” Iker’s face already looked relieved but I was about to raddle his cage. “But only if you tell me she’s not trying to hook me up with some guy again.” He looked away his cheecks showing a light red glow and I knew the answer to my question. I knew it. This was definitely something she would do. “I’m still gonna come, if only to safe your life.” I teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you want me to live to see another day.”

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Iker and Sara were waiting for me in the livingroom as it took me longer to get ready. See, I was living in Iker’s house with Sara and Iker. When I moved to Spain, 6 months ago, Iker had offered me to stay here, as he had plenty of spare rooms in the 7 bedroom household. Of course I said yes, I mean who wouldn’t wanna live in a luxurious white house in the suburbs of Madrid.

I walked down the stairs in my red 3 inch pumps holding onto the railing. Sara’s and Iker’s open jaws said everything when they saw my black, cut out, long sleeved cocktail dress with a plunging square neckline. It conformed every curve in my body, I liked to show it off whenever I could. Especially when hot men were gonna be in close proximity, but I wasn’t a slut, I just liked to look good.

“I’m guessing I look alright.” I winked at them as I made it down from the last step.

“Karim is gonna love that.” I heard Sara mumble to Iker making me turn to look at her.

“Who’s Karim?” I asked with my eyebrows cocked. She shook her head and smiled
innocently. By the way she acted, I knew he was the poor guy Sara was trying to
pimp me with.

“Ready to go?” Iker asked, he seemed inpatient for some reason. I nodded and looked myself from the whole body mirror in the hallway. I had left my shoulder length, dark blond hair curled open and I was wearing red lipstick that brought out my green eyes. Sara looked stunning as well with her gorgeous dark brown hair landing over her shoulders, a strapless Air Force blue mid-thigh lenght dress that made her legs look even longer than they were.

We arrived at the club a few minutes later and we stepped out of the taxi. I saw tens of people standing in line waiting to get inside the club, but thank god we didn’t have to wait that long as Iker was on the VIP list. The club was packed with people dancing on the floor and sitting in the bar. Iker led us to a personal booth in the back of the club and when we arrived, there were so many good looking men sitting and standing around the table. My eyes first caught Sergio Ramos, with a sleek look, black dress shirt and suprisingly dark washed jeans. He was laughing with two men who kinda looked alike, dark short hair, both tall and sophisticatingly jagged. I didn’t have time to check out the rest of them when Iker introduced me to the group of men.

“Hi guys. This is Miriam, my cousin.” He yelled over the music pointing at me with his open palm. I felt all their eyes on me as I smiled to them trying to look all of them in the eyes while wawing my hand slightly over my face. I wasn’t the type to get flustered around men, but standing in front of ten sexy football players, would make any woman blush. They all said hi, even though I couldn’t hear from more than four mens voices, but I saw their lips move all the same. Iker stood in front of me now blocking my view as he asked me something I couldn’t hear at first so he repeated his question.

“You want a drink?” I just nodded in response and he walked past me to the bar. I was about to go and talk to the men when Sara grabbed my arm stopping me dead on my tracks.

“I wanna introduce you to someone.” She said in my ear with a smile on her lips.

“I told you I don’t need you to be my pimp, Sara.” She pretended like she didn’t hear me, but I saw the smile on her face knowing she heard me just fine. She dragged me after her and I followed her unwillingly. I puffered knowing this was just gonna be a waste of time, like with the last guy she hooked me up with. We stopped in front of a tall, crop haired man with the warmest eyes I have ever seen.

“Karim, I want you to meet Miriam.” The man looked at her bewildered and then he looked at me. His eyes bore into mine like the sun bores into sand, piercing right through me making me feel like I’m on fire. He just stared at me and I stared at him, while Sara let go of my arm disappearing from my side.

“I’m Miriam.” I said the first words straightening my hand to him.

“Karim.” He said taking my hand to his and smiling shyly revealing his smile lines that appeared around his eyes and on his cheeks. I felt someone shoving my shoulder softly and I turned around finding Iker looking at me with a drink in his hand. He offered it to me with a smile and I nodged my head in a subtle manner towards Karim and Iker’s smile grew wider and he looked at Karim, I think he winked at him. “You’re encouraging him? What has Sara done to my cousin.” I thought before I turned back to Karim. He shifted his gaze away from me and then back, seeing me turn to him. I think he was staring at me and looked away when I looked at him. I think that was cute.

“¿De dónde eres?” I asked intrigued by his looks. He hesitated at first putting his other hand in his pocket and the other one was holding a beer bottle. He lifted his gaze from the floor back to my eyes.

“France.” My eyes widened a little at his answer.

“Moi aussi.” I chuckled and he smiled with a proper smile this time excited that we were both French. “Well, actually I’m half French. I was born in France and I grew up there, in Grenoble.”

“That’s so close to where I grew up, Bron.” His face lit up as he was telling me that he grew only 100 miles from the town I grew up in.

“I guess it’s a small world.” I shrugged and Karim smiled. He had such a cute smile, it was like a little kids “It’s christmas” - smile and it made me wanna see his smile again. The beat of the music changed from reggaeton to something more r’n b and I really felt like dancing.

“You wanna dance?” I asked him reaching my hand out to him.

“I can’t dance.” He admitted blushing a little bit and I chuckled.

“It’s fine. You can learn from me.” I gave him a subtle wink and dragged him with me laughing. I had started to walk to the beat when we made it to the growded dance floor and Karim was just standing holding my hand as I turned around to swing my hips to the beat. I recognised the song as Usher’s Dj Got Us Falling in Love Again and I started moving my whole body to the music never letting go of his hand as my other hand went above my head landing finally at the back of my neck. He started moving his body to the beat while our hands just swayed from side to side. I loved dancing and the beat was making my heart bound harder as we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t help but smile because I felt so good, right here, with this man that I had met like 20 minutes ago.

“The DJ got us falling in love again
So dance dance
Like its the last last night
of your life life
Im’ma get you right
Cuz baby tonight
the DJ got us falling in love again”

The words of this song took a hold of my body and I wanted to dance with him all night, even though I didn’t know anything else about him except his name and where he was from, but I didn’t care. I moved closer to him letting go of his hand as I placed both of my arms behind his neck slowing down our movement. I felt his hands wind around my waist as he smiled at me and I instantly smiled back.

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could you tell me when the next chapter of complicated is? i miss it:)

Fri, 11 May 2012 23:54:09 +0300

Hi, and yes I can. :)

I can try and get it for tomorrow.

i LOVE your stories and please update Karim Benzema story

Fri, 11 May 2012 23:48:52 +0300

Thank you thank you!

My plan was to post the next part of Complicated this week

Wooow your story is just amazing! Love the way you write using beautiful adjectives etc.. I caan't wait for part 13! Really this is a good work!! Keep doing! Your fanfic makes me happy :)! See you!!

Fri, 11 May 2012 23:45:56 +0300

Thank you so much sweetie, this message made ME happy :) and I will keep writing.

I’m really glad this story makes you happy :)

Greatest Lie - Part 12

Wed, 09 May 2012 19:01:00 +0300

A/N: I love reading feedback, so please go here after you’ve read this part.

My hand was touching his arm, my index and thumb caressing the fabric of his shirt. His hand was on my thigh, just laying there, every once in a while tightening his grib and then loosening it. His eyes locked to mine, we shared a shy smile while listening to each other’s breaths in the silence of my apartment.

A fragment of fear entered my mind, maybe this was just a dream, maybe we weren’t really in my kitchen holding each other. The clatter in my mailbox proved my fears wrong. It made us both flinch at the sound.

“I wanna meet your son.” Me being the first one to speak, he smiled pinching my thigh, me squirming under his touch.

“I’ll take you to France, next weekend.” His voice sounded calm, but mine certainly didn’t.

“Really?” Smiling of excitement, I landed my feet on the ground and wrapped my arms around his neck taking in his shower fresh scent at the same time.

“Don’t be too excited. You have to meet my parents too.” He chuckled with his light voice. I pulled away to face him, still smiling.

“I’d love to meet your parents.” The thought making my insides do somersaults, but I ment it sincerely.

“When can I meet your aunt?” He asked in return.

“When she comes back from The States.” I singsonged and he laughed at my extra jolly mood. “So, when are we leaving for France?” I asked changing the subject.

“Next Monday. We can take the afternoon flight so we can eat dinner when we get there.” He replied sucking in his lower lip when finishing his sentence. He looked so cute when he did that. “There’s one more thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked my arms still wrapped around his neck leaning against his body, his arms holding onto my waist as I was on my tiptoes.

“I have to travel to Braga tomorrow, avec l’équipe première.”

“Oh. I see.” I answered feeling down that I had to say goodbye to him so soon. My lips were in a straight thin line and my eyes were looking down avoiding eye contact.

“Oh no, don’t look like that.” He placed his hand on my chin keeping my eyes locked to his. “You could come with me.” He blurted and my lips rose to a small smile.

“I can’t come with you to Portugal.” I chuckled. “I’ll just distract you with my tourist views about the landscapes and the beauty of old cathedrals.” He laughed at me and I smirked at him for finding my views amusing. I placed my hands on his shoulders and I looked into his beautiful eyes. “I’ll be fine here, in rainy London.” I smiled and he kissed my forehead letting me know he was about to leave.

“D’accord.” He stoop up slowly, giving me time to react. My arms landed to my sides and I backed up turning for the front door. I heard his feet shuffling behind me as I walked to the door feeling a little sentimental. “I would see him in a couple of days, not a couple of weeks.” I said to myself forcing myself to think about the moment when he comes back and how happy I will be when I see him again.

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Wed 24.11

Just what I needed, Marouane was coming home today. I bet he didn’t have time to check those beautiful cathedrals I told him about. Well, soon I could ask him about that and everything else he had seen in Portugal. His plane had landed 30 minutes ago so he should be here in.. “Just in time.” I thought as I heard the doorbell.

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Marouane’s POV

I stood outside her door waiting for her to appear on the other side. I know I had only been away from her for 3 days, but it was enough for me to miss her. My hands behind my back I kept fidgeting the rose I had bought for her at the Heathrow airport. Out of the blue I felt something sting my left index finger.

“Mierda” I hissed and I realized I had cut myself on one of the rose’s thorns. I was about to look at my finger but that’s when the door in front of me opened and I pulled my hand back behind me and I straightened my posture. Her face was glowing, with that beautiful bright smile of her’s being the ultimate reason. She looked even more beautiful now than the last time I saw her, if that was even possible. She was wearing black jeans and a purple blouse that brought out her eyes, those blue-green eyes that sparkled brighter than the stars on a clear evening sky. Inevitable smile grew on my lips aswell, as her smile was so contagious.

She stepped out from her apartment and I pulled out the rose from behind my back before I’d go for a hug. Her face lit up and she gave me this cute lopsided smile looking at the rose before takning it from me and thanking me. I took a step closer to her and she wrapped her arms around my neck on her tiptoes and I wrapped my arms around her slim waist as we hugged. She invited me inside taking my left hand and dragging me after her. She placed the one singular rose in a vase in the middle of the kitchen island and then she looked at my hand, her face looking worried.

“You cut yourself?” She asked as she walked next to me. I swiftly looked at my index finger seeing a little blood coming out of the cut I had earlier.

“From a thorn.” I shrugged it off but she insisted on taking a look. This was a new side of her I hadn’t seen before, and I liked this side of her, the motherly side.

“You want a bandaid or..?”

“I’ll be fine.” I chuckled and she smiled at me. “Unless you have one of those kid’s bandaids.” I said jokingly and she let out a tiny laugh.

“I’m sorry, babe. I only have those boring grown up ones.” She played along with a smirk. “Better luck next time.”

For a minute we just looked at each other, no words were spoken, just eyes were connecting and innocent smiles were exchanged.

“I missed you.” I broke the short silence between us and her innocent smile grew a little wider.

“I missed you too.” She reciprocated putting her hand on top of mine. Then she leaned in for a kiss and I met her lips for a nice, long, tender kiss. I had missed this too, I had missed her lips, and her familiar scent, the scent of peaches and lemon. Suddenly I remembered something, I had a souvenir for her. In my car.

“Alex, I need to get something from my car. I’ll be right back.” I said, quickly getting up from the chair and turning for the door.

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Alex’s POV

While Marouane was getting something from his car, I was getting my black, pullable, suitcase out as I had to start packing early for the trip to France. I know it was still days away but I was always doing things way before they needed to be done. I walked to my closet and started pulling out t-shirts and sweaters from the shelves and throwing them across my bed around the suitcase. I wasn’t sure of the weather in France so I pulled out different kind of shirts and pants. I heard my frontdoor close and I knew Marouane had come back.

“Do I need to take pullovers to France? How cold does it get in December?” I called out waiting for his advice. I heard footsteps outside my bedroom and I turned around to see him holding something wrapped in his hand.

“Qu’est ce que tu.. Youre already packing?” He sounded and looked surprised. My mouth was open but no words were coming out, I was just staring at the package in his hand. I pointed at it with my right hand index finger as my other hand was busy holding a pair of jeans.

“What is that?” I asked, hoping it was for me, my gaze shifting between his eyes and his hand.

“Quelque chose de petit pour toi.” He lifted the package to his chest handing it over to me. I went to grab it, tossing my jeans in the suitcase, and I immediately started ripping up the gift paper it was wrapped in. It felt kind of heavy, making it hard for me to guess what it was.

“I figured if you can’t go see the cathedrals to Braga..” He started, waiting for me to get the paper off. “..I’d bring the cathedrals to you..” I tossed the gift paper on the ground revealing a snow globe, inside it the Braga cathedral. I loved snow globes, I used to collect them as a child. I looked up at Marouane and my face was all smiles.

“How did you know I love snow globes? I chuckled.

“I guess I just have good intuition.” He smirked. I walked over to him in a quick pace to hug him for the second time today. He took me in his arms as I leaned my head against his bare cheek and he pressed his face against my head.

“About the packing.” He spoke and I pulled away slowly to see his face. “I don’t know about the pullovers, but you should pack one of your fancier dresses. I’ve got plans for us.” My eyes opened up in surprise of what he just told me. I didn’t know what to expect out of these ‘plans’.

“What have you..?”

“It’s a surprise.” He responded with a sly smile on his face.

plz plz update plz btw i love both of your stories well done

Wed, 09 May 2012 18:39:42 +0300

yes, coming out in 10 minutes :)

thank you so much xox

what happened to the end of the week :(

Wed, 09 May 2012 18:36:50 +0300

I know, I’m really sorry for not posting : /

But I’m posting in 10 minutes

its sunday ! :'( and part 12 isn't up.

Wed, 09 May 2012 18:35:29 +0300

god, I feel like such a terrible person for not posting.

I got distracted last weekend and couldn’t post, but i’m posting today :)

benzema's story is very beatiful..well done honey:)

Wed, 09 May 2012 18:34:09 +0300

thank you so much sweetie :)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! PART 12 ???????!!!!!???

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:12:53 +0300

I got an idea last night, that I’ve been waiting to get for a while now, so I can finally update this story :)

I’m really sorry to keep you waiting.

I’m hoping to get something posted by the end of this week

you wrote "complicated" very well. congratulations=)=)

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:10:44 +0300

oh, thank you so much :)

xox