HELLO EVERYONE!

I am back, after... at least five months... (If you don't include the A.N.)

I will have an explanation for you after the chapter why I have been gone so long. Apologies in advance if this chapter seems rushed or incomplete... I'm not entirely happy with it... :(

GUEST REVIEWS FROM CHAPTER 14

Noctus Fury - I understand what you mean. I'm glad that you're understanding of the 'ships' if you will.

Scarface - I'm not mad at you my friend, I cannot write action (currently) worth to save my life...

GUEST REVIEWS FROM AUTHOR'S NOTE (LET'S TALK)

Guest 1 (Signed Ferdoos) - Thank you for your kind words my friend, they mean a lot. I wish this discussion was discussed more other than media attention.

Guest 2 - Your friends seem like amazing people. Life is definitely worth living, it just might take time to find the passion.

Guest 3 - *Salutes Back* Thank you my friend! I support your actions as well!

Guest 6 - Thank you so much for your kindness!

Maga - I'm glad I could help.

If you have an account and I have NOT messaged you for the last couple chapters, I am sorry :( Your words mean a lot to me regardless.

ON TO THE CHAPTER

Hector and Heather walk hand in hand towards Ruff's house, and his expectations of the party were not what he expected when arriving at the average sized house. There weren't cars as far as the eye could see, no people pouring out of the windows and onto the lawn with drinks, no lights and earth shaking music like there was in the movies; no this was toned down and Hector was uncomfortable to say the least. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" asks Heather as she tugs on his arm, pulling him up the walkway to the front door. After knocking a couple times, Ruff answers the door relatively quickly.

"Hey, you guys made it! Come on in, come on in!" she says as she steps aside to let the couple in the house. Kicking off their shoes, they made their way to the kitchen where an assortment of food, drinks and alcohol were spread out.

"Hey Ruff, aren't we a little young to be drinking?" asks Heather.

"Not if you don't get caught," cackles Ruff.

"Where did you get all this anyway?" asks Hector.

"Tuff and I drink all the time; our parents don't even care since they're never home anyway. Damn business people…" retorts Ruff. "Anyway, are you in?" She motions towards the glass bottles.

"Uh, I think I'll pass…" defends Hector.

"Y-yeah, I'm good for now, thanks Ruff," says Heather quickly.

Ruffnut shrugs. "Your loss, you know where it is if you feel like making bad choices," she calls as she walks out of the kitchen with a cup that Hector assumed was filled with 95% rum to 5% coke.

"Charming," mutters Hector as the couple makes their way to the crowded living room. Many of the volleyball team members were crowded around the large flat screen, playing Just Dance on an Xbox with the music blaring obnoxiously loud, and many of them crying with laughter with regards to their teammates dancing like complete fools. Ruff approaches them again.

"If this," she motions with her head and arms "ain't your speed, Tuff has a beer pong table in the garage and there is a pool table downstairs. Most of the boyfriends are in either area so Hector, if you feel like avoiding all these babes, you have your options," continues Ruff, while Heather's eye twitches at the latter comment.

"Thanks," drawls out Hector, trying to exaggerate the fact he has his girlfriend on his arm. As Ruff walks away, he looks towards Heather. "It's your choice, but let's check out the other areas out first."

"Sounds good," says Heather. They turn and head towards the connected garage, where the door is left open and deep laughter, mixed with the unnecessary yelling of the vocals from some punk rock music echoes off the walls of the connecting hallway. The combined audio screams 'Boys Only Club' and the pair look at each other.

"Pool?" they say unanimously before chuckling at their synchrony.

Coming down the stairs, Hector and Heather witness the end of a game between Astrid and Sarah, with another member of the team, Melissa, and her boyfriend, Lucas, sitting on the couch watching the game.

"There is no way you can make that shot!" taunts Sarah to Astrid who is trying to the 8 ball into a corner pocket by banking it off a wall.

"Oh yeah?" mocks Astrid. "Just watch me," see says with confidence. She looks around the table to make sure that her attempted jab at physics will work. After assuring herself that it will work, she lines up her cue with the cue ball and sends it, banking it off the wall and sinking the 8 ball with ease.

"No way," mutters Sarah, to Astrid's successful chuckle.

"Yeah! That's how it's done," cheers Astrid, before noticing the newcomers to the basement. "Hey guys, want to play a game?" she asks. Hector shrugs, as if to say 'why not?'

"Why don't we play some 3 on 3?" suggests Lucas.

"Sure, what are the teams?" asks Heather.

"How about You, Hector and Astrid against us three?" suggests Melissa.

"Alright, that's fair. But since you made the teams, we break," Astrid remarks.

"But you broke last time!" whines Sarah.

"Whoever said I was breaking this time?" retorts Astrid as she lightly tosses the cue ball to Hector, before going to set up the other 15 balls. As she finishes setting up the next game, Hector takes aim and sends the cue ball into the fray. The numbered balls scatter across the table, with two striped balls falling into separate pockets. "Nice shot!" cheers Astrid.

"How are we doing this?" asks Hector. "Are we rotating after every shot, or after teams switch?"

"Rotate every shot?" suggests Melissa. "So everyone gets a turn more often."

"Alright," says Hector while motioning towards Heather. "You're up babe."

Heather chuckles while grabbing the cue from Hector. "I don't know if I can do as well as you."

"You can do it Heather, I believe in you," says Hector.

"There's nothing wrong with trying," encourages Astrid. Heather lines up her shot with another stripped ball at the other end of the table. The ball was hit at too sharp of an angle and missed the pocket that Heather was aiming at; however, due to its power, it went into another pocket.

"Yes!" cheers Heather before lightly embracing Hector. The game continued to play: Hector, Heather and Astrid are stripes, while Melissa, Lucas and Sarah are solids. The teams were also fairly even as the game was tied after a few turns.

Astrid walked around the table to find the best shot she could find, before Sarah interrupted her thought process. "Have any of you what is going on with Shaun?"

"Why would you care about that asshole? I think if Hector and Heather are examples, then he isn't as invincible as he thought he was. Besides, I heard he was being home schooled for the rest of the semester after the fight you two had," says Melissa as she motions towards Heather.

"Is that even possible?" asks Astrid.

"I don't even know, but all I know is that Mr. Jorgenson had something to do with it," replied Melissa. "Look, fuck Shaun alright? He's a pig that thinks he can bang any woman he pleases. News flash to him, women aren't objects!"

"Amen to that," says Heather happily.

"Hey, you two," says Melissa while getting the couple's attention. "What you two did in that cafeteria way back when was pretty fucking awesome. Heather, you are a badass my friend. You kicked the jock's ass, and you got the guy too. If I'm being honest, you two are cute together."

Heather and Hector both blush. "I agree to that," says Sarah, making them blush harder. Astrid merely smirks before getting her next shot ready. "What do you think Astrid?" she asks before forming a devilish smirk on her face. "Or are you thinking about Shaun again?" she continues, making Astrid chip the cue ball into the pocket.

"What the hell Sarah!" exclaims Lucas of all people. "Astrid was taking her shot, and now she messed up. That wasn't called for."

"So? I want to know why she kissed the biggest ass in the school," mocks Sarah.

"I fucked up, alright?" borderline yells Astrid. "You happy now? I was hoping to be done with that mistake." Her voice dropped in volume after realizing she was yelling. "Look, at the time I was feeling empty inside alright, and part of me was hoping that a guy could fill that void. My impulse was wrong, since I've been using mouthwash ever since." She gives Heather her cue before retrieving her sweater. "I don't want to be ridiculed for a mistake, so I'm getting the fuck out of here!"

She storms to the stairs but stops when a hand lightly grabs her by the wrist. She jumps around, ready to punch whoever grabbed her, but put her arm down when she realized it was Hector. "Astrid, please stay. We're having fun," he says sweetly. "Although I do think that Sarah should leave since she seems to be great at shit disturbing," he continues darkly.

Sarah merely rolls her eyes before tossing the cue to Lucas and running up the stairs. Astrid on the other hand, could just stare into Hector's emerald eyes. They spoke to her, as if they were apologizing for what Sarah had done. They were mesmerizing, she determined. "Alright, I'll stay."

It was Christmas morning and Hector and Heather walk into the calmness of the graveyard. They walked hand in hand, and Heather couldn't help but be thankful for her boyfriend. He got her a new scarf for the winters, among other things. Hector was to receive his gift later that night when their families would have a large dinner together. "I know I said I wanted to 'meet' your friend babe, but I didn't exactly picture Christmas morning to be that time."

"Hey, I would be coming here later anyway; I just thought 'kill two birds with one stone', so to speak."

"You have a funny idea of romantic," jokes Heather.

"Always the comedian," jabs Hector. The couple walk up to the columbarium walls in the centre of the cemetery where Jürgen's ashes remain. "And here we are," gestures Hector. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" asks Hector rhetorically to the air. "Just came by to, you know, say Merry Christmas and all that jazz. I miss you buddy, and while you couldn't be replaced, I did bring my girlfriend here to say hello."

Heather walks up to the plaque, takes off her glove and places her hand on it, feeling the engravings on her fingertips. "Hey Jürgen, Hector told me a lot about you, and you seemed like a pretty cool guy. I wish I could have met you; you seemed to have made a difference in my boyfriend's life. For his sake, I'll keep you in my thoughts." She stepped back from the wall and replaced the glove back on her hand. Hector nodded as if to say 'Alright, let's go', but a voice cut through the crisp air.

"Hector?" The couple turn to see Astrid and her parents standing a few meters away, the former holding a synthetic wreath in her arms.

"Oh hey Astrid," says Hector. "And Astrid's parents," he adds awkwardly. "We'll let you do your thing." Heather and Hector turn and start to walk away when Astrid stops them.

"Hey Hector, about the other night regarding Sarah, thanks for standing up for me. It felt like that would haunt me for the rest of the year. She likes to push buttons and rather start a feud, I thought I should just walk away. So, again, thanks," she says before pulling him into a light embrace. "Merry Christmas you two."

The doorbell rings and Stoick more than quickly answers it, revealing Heather and her family in nice apparel. "Welcome to our humble abode!" he cheers, allowing the family to come inside. Hector runs into the entryway from the kitchen and gives Heather a peck on the cheek before giving a quick embrace.

"Hector and Stoick, this is my family," introduces Heather. "My brother Derek, my dad Oliver, and my mom Tianna."

Hector dressed in a well fitted suit walks up and takes off Heather's coat. "I can take all of your coats," he offers to the family, to which the remaining oblige. Hector then walks away, coats in hand towards the closet while Stoick welcomes the guests into the home.

"It's a nice place you have," comments Oliver, to which his wife nods in agreement. "How long have you lived here Mayor Haddock?"

"Please call me Stoick or Jerry, either will do. As for the house, well I've lived here since before Hector was born," says Stoick.

"You kept it in nice shape, I will admit that," remarks Tianna before pulling out a dish from the bag she brought. "I made cabbage rolls; I was wondering if you wanted to include them into the meal?"

"Absolutely!" says Stoick happily. "I'll put these into the oven next to the turkey and the ham!"

"We're having both?" asks Oliver.

"We're big eaters in this family, hard to tell, I know," says Hector sarcastically after returning from the closet.

Stoick chuckles. "Hector, why don't you give our guests a tour of the place while I continue to prepare our meal?"

Hector nods before taking Heather's family around the home. "Well here is the living room, and over there is the kitchen and dining room. Down the hall is the bathroom and the office, as well as the patio to the backyard. Upstairs are the bedrooms and another bathroom, as well as a small gym," explains Hector while briefly pointing in the directions of the rooms.

"I'm sorry to interrupt brother, but I must excuse myself," says Derek before walking towards the bathroom.

Oliver just rolls his eyes at his son before turning back to Hector. "Well I will admit that your home is very spacious Hector. If you don't mind, I think Tianna and I will see if your father wants any help." Hector merely nods and they walk away.

"I'm sorry Heather; I'm not used to giving the grand tour, so to speak," says Hector.

Heather chuckles. "It's alright, my family are a bunch of… comedians aren't they."

"They seemed very emotionless, is everything okay?" asks Hector.

"Oh yeah," she puts off. "They could be just shy; they'll warm up to you and your Dad eventually."

"That's good. Anyway, I have to go feed Toothless, do you want to tag along?" he asks.

"Sure!" Heather responds and both go upstairs to his bedroom. Hector rummages through the stuff on his desk until he finds a can of cat food. "So remind me again why Toothless eats and does his business in your room?"

"Eh, my Dad hasn't warmed up to him yet, although he is getting better. Maybe I'll move his stuff downstairs soon." Hector dumps the food into the bowl, which Toothless starts devouring. He also checks the litter box for any waste and finds it empty. "But I also feel obligated to help this cat you know? He's been hurt and I want to help him as much as I can." Hector finishes his duties and returns to Heather's side.

"I hear you, I think he's very thankful of you." Heather turns and stands in front of Hector. "You have a heart of gold, and that's what I love about you. You're so sweet and caring, and it's one of your best traits." She then lightly pushes him so he sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Heather, what are-"

"I know we said to go easy on the gifts, and you have. The scarf you got me was lovely, thank you for that. And as per my gift, I got to spend the whole day with my boyfriend who is the most amazing guy I have ever known, but I still feel like I still owe you, you know," she says while climbing on top of his lap. Hector's eyes merely go wide as Heather keeps talking. "I love you more than you know, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She then leans in and passionately kisses him, before they both fall onto the rest of the bed.

The short drive home from Hector's was rather quite for Heather's taste. Her family haven't uttered a word, other than how awesome the dinner was, or how there was too much food, or how charitable their mayor was. Heather paid no attention to the lack of conversation. Everyone was tired after dinner; it was a miracle that she was still awake. She knew that she would be crawling into her bed the moment she walked in the door, and while she would rather spend the rest of the night with her boyfriend, she knew that both of their families would disapprove of them sleeping in the same bed at such a young age.

Pulling into their driveway, Heather and her family quickly exit the car and head to the door, each carrying a bit of leftovers from the Viking sized feast. Walking through the door, Heather kicks off her shoes, and makes a beeline towards her bedroom, her brain screaming 'BED!' "Heather, before you go to bed, can you just sit down for a moment," says Tianna, sending Heather's brain racing to a screeching halt. "Your father and I would just like to talk to you about something."

*Insert Cliffhanger Here*

Hello everyone, I am back (hopefully)

The last few months have been hell for me, and any motivation I had was gone.

Many of you (Guests mostly) have been saying "come back!, we miss you!," etc. for the Author's note and while it is supportive to a degree, to me it doesn't make me write any faster. If anything, it makes me guilty (hence lack of motivation) because I feel obligated to put something out there and I can't deliver.

My personal goal is to try and update once a month, but sometimes that won't happen.

Regardless of what happens, You are all awesome and I literally couldn't have done this without you. :)

A couple things:

1) Let's Talk (AN) will remain uploaded to the story (as per your request)

2)What Heather and Hector did at the end of the chapter I will leave open ended so it can be up to you what they did or did not do.