A/N: Here's the third chapter of the Creek part of Knots! I'm pretty sure there will be one more chapter of Creek, and then the Style part will come up. As usual, if you see anything you think should be changed or is confusing, tell me! Enjoy.
They soon reached the orchestra room, slipping past the students exiting with their large, unwieldy instruments. Very few students were still inside, pulling black cases out of the tall row of instrument lockers or slipping into practice rooms. Standing near the middle of the room were two girls- Wendy and Bebe, who seemed to be discussing something important when they came in. Wendy smiled at them nonetheless, combing her fingers through her dark hair before speaking.
"Hey, Tweek, Craig! Here to work on the song?"
"Yup, w-we're staying late today. Do you want to practice with us?"
"I would love to, but I should really get home. I'll be here Friday though!" she linked arms with Bebe and walked out of the room, leaving Craig and Tweek alone. They stood in silence for only a few seconds, before the pianist sat at the piano and tried his best to avoid awkwardness. "Okay, we have the first four lines down, but we don't have any dynamics. Do you think you could tell me which parts of the song were what dynamic?"
Tweek stared blankly at him. "What?"
Craig laughed at him, he had forgotten about Tweek's deficiency in music. "Sorry. I mean we're missing which parts are loud and which are soft. Can you tell that from inside the dream?" Tweek nodded.
"Yeah, but- NGH- how would we do that? I w-wouldn't know what do write in the music."
"Um... When I reach a part and it gets louder or softer, just stop me and tell me how loud or soft it is. I'll take it from the top and we'll just see what happens I guess."
Tweek watched Craig before he started, the way he looked back and forth between the music and gently set his fingers on the keys, the way his spine straightened and his shoulders rolled back. Before he started, the black-haired boy took in a deep breath, his entire body rising and settling again with the movement. When his breath was released and he settled down onto the keys, he began playing. His long fingers crawled over the black and white board, making the instrument sing quietly and slowly. Tweek felt like he was inside the dream again, sprinting through the forest, looking for something, but he didn't know what. Tweek's eyes fluttered closed. He could almost see the glass landscape shimmering at him, feel the cold air biting at his skin. He wished he could figure out what the dream meant, but he just didn't know what to think of it. It had become more and more realistic over the past few weeks, until he almost wasn't sure he was really dreaming until he woke up. Tweek could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier, until he felt a hand jostle him. Startled, he let out a shriek.
"Tweek? I got through the whole piece and you didn't stop me once. Do you want to hear it again?" Craig had a small smile on his face, and Tweek could tell that he knew the blond had begun to drift off.
"NGH- yeah, s-sorry. Could you play it again for me?"
The black haired pianist answered by turning back to the piano and starting again. Tweek made sure to pay attention this time around.
"R-right here... It's kinda soft in the beginning." Craig picked up a pencil and set it on the music.
"Just kinda soft? Not really soft, right?" Tweek nodded, and the blue-eyed boy marked 'mp' between the two staffs. He went back to the beginning, playing quietly.
This cycle of playing, stopping, perfecting, and repeating went on for only half an hour or so until they reached the end of what they had gotten so far.
They were quiet for a moment before Tweek asked, "...D-do you want to try to get more of the song down now? It's not dark yet, s-so we still have some time to work."
Craig was quiet for a moment, but after a bit he turned to Tweek, eyes fixed on the ugly blue carpet beneath their feet. "Actually, I want to talk to you about something. Is it okay if we stop working for a bit?"
The hazel-eyed male nodded yes, scooting forward a bit on his seat. "Of course. Is s-something wrong?" Something about the black haired male was different. Craig always had an almost professional, quiet air about himself, but the way he was talking made Tweek feel a little more than unsettled.
"Yes. Well, no, not really. Kind of." Craig lifted a hand and rubbed at his face in exhaustion, as if this matter had been bothering him for a while. "Tweek, what would you do if I said that I... that I'm gay?"
"Well... probably nothing." The seemed to catch the tall male off guard, as he lifted his head and his eyes widened in clear surprise. Tweek went on to say, "I mean, a lot of my friends are gay. Kenny is, C-Clyde is, I'm pretty sure Butters is gay too... NGH- I'm glad you came out to me."
Craig continued to be silent, and eventually looked Tweek straight in the eyes, his eyebrows knit together in worry. "What would you do if I said that I was gay for you?" Now this caught Tweek's attention.
"W-wait, for me?"
"Yeah." The orchestra room quickly gained an awkward silence, Tweek leaned back, shocked in his chair, Craig scooted forward, nervous to hear what he had to say.
"But... AUGH- you've only known me for like, a m-month!"
"I know, but I just can't help it. I really like you, Tweek. I think one day I might even lo-"
Tweek cut him off abruptly. "NGH- don't say it! I d-don't... I don't know what to say."
"Do you like me back, or no?" Craig had begun to bite his lip nervously, a hint of pleading hope in his eyes.
"I... I don't... I... have to go." Tweek stood from his spot at the front of the orchestra room, making his way quickly for the door.
"Tweek, wait!" Long, thin fingers wrapped around his wrist, keeping him from walking any further. "I'm sorry. I came on too strong, I know. You don't have to answer me right away, I don't want you to get hurt..." On this last note, Craig's voice drifted off. When he started again, sadness had permeated deep through his tone. "My last relationships with other guys haven't worked out, but I think if I tried one more time then it would work out. Everything just kind of fell apart with Stan, and there was that thing with Clyde, but-" Tweek whipped around, stunned.
"You dated Clyde?"
"No, that's not what I said! Clyde was-"
"Y-you had something with him though! This is way too much pressure!"
"Tweek please, listen-"
"You went out with one of my b-best friends! What more is there to- AUGH- say!"
"Tweek, listen! Clyde liked me, but we never dated, I promise! He tried to get me to, but we were never in a relationship. Please trust me." Craig's eyes were sincere, pleading the thin male to believe him. Tweek surrendered, sighing and relaxing his stance.
"Fine. I believe you. I'm still not sure what to do though..."
"Give me a chance. I think we can make it work if we try. I don't want you to feel forced into anything, but I think we could be happy if you're willing to... to be my boyfriend."
Tweek took a breath and said, "Okay. F-fine, I'll give it a try."
The door shut behind Tweek with a soft click. After a long, slightly awkward walk with Craig, he was glad to be home. He was still trying to register what had just happened, running back over the events of the afternoon. So... I went to school, went to the orchestra room with Craig, wrote all the ceramics or whatever for the piece, and... said that I would be his boyfriend after figuring out he dated two of my best friends? He thought. Shit. I need to talk to Kenny.
Tweek dropped his bag near the door, slipped off his shoes, and quietly made his way up to his room. When he swung open the door to the small room, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and speed-dialed Kenny. He picked up on the third ring.
"Tweekers?"
"Y-yeah, it's me, Kenny."
"Hey, kiddo! What's up?"
"UGH- uh... I need to see you, like, right now." Tweek made his way over to his green-sheeted bed and sat down on it, trying his best to breathe normally.
"Dude, you sound really freaked out. I mean, more than normal. Is everything okay?"
"I don't think so. Can you come over?"
"Of course. Anything to get me out of here," Kenny said. Tweek could hear a zipping noise in the background, which he assumed was Kenny's hoodie. "I'll see you in twenty minutes or so, 'kay? Don't do anything that I would until then," he said, trying to make Tweek loosen up. It didn't work.
"Th-thanks, Kenny. See you soon." Tweek's phone beeped when his friend hung up, and he snapped the black device shut and set it on his nightstand. He thought about what Kenny said as he waited.
Kenny had never led a particularly easy life. His parents were drug addicts and alcoholics, and were almost always fighting. They had numerous children to provide for and were poor in the first place, so Kenny didn't have a whole lot. Through his childhood he was completely un-sheltered to drugs, alcohol and abuse, which messed him up a lot. They made numerous empty promises; we'll stop fighting, we'll pay more attention to you, we'll stop drinking and smoking. But they never really meant it. If it weren't for Tweek, Stan, Kyle and his other friends, Kenny would probably be doing hard drugs right now instead of coming over to see Tweek. He never really liked to talk about his home life, whenever he did he always seemed like he felt guilty for talking about himself.
Thinking about all the hardships Kenny had been through made him angry at all the people who envied him. He often heard people talking about how lucky and fortunate and handsome the blond was, how they wished they could be him, how their lives were so difficult. And at school, Kenny did seem like he had it all. The boy was unbelievably popular; if you asked anyone if they knew Kenny McCormick they would automatically grin and nod and say, 'Yeah, we're friends!' And it was true, Kenny was friends with nearly everyone. He was also stunningly handsome with his honey blond hair, his piercing blue eyes, his tall, thin frame. And sure, most knew about his poverty, but not about the drugs he did as a nine-year-old, his negligent parents, the hell he went through every day (literally and figuratively). In all honesty, Tweek felt a little bad, complaining to and calling over Kenny so often about such little things. But it seemed the lithe boy enjoyed listening to people's problems. He could have sworn Kenny said 'it's easier to listen to other people's problems than deal with my own,' but he denied admitting it soon after.
Sooner or later the unfortunate male was standing in his bedroom doorway, cheeks and nose red from the cold, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, snowflakes still melting on the top of his head and on the fake brown fur on the edge of his hood. He shuffled into the room, shutting the door behind him with his foot.
"Hey, blondie." Kenny walked over and took a seat in Tweek's desk chair, spinning around so he was facing his coffee loving friend. "What can I do you for?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his spread knees and hanging his hands out in front of him.
Tweek was silent, but stood up heartbeats later. "Do you want me to t-take your jacket? Or get you a towel or- NGH- something?" Kenny shook his head.
"No, it's okay. I just want to hear what you want to say." He smiled softly at the amber-eyed male, inviting him to speak.
Tweek could only stand there with his mouth open, but he managed to sit back down on his bed and get out of his system, "Craig kind of asked me to be his boyfriend, and I k-kind of said yes." Kenny sighed and ran a hand through his golden locks, leaning back a bit.
"I thought so. And... this is a problem, yes?"
"Yeah... I mean, I g-guess. I just... I'm not even sure I like him. I'm not even totally sure I like guys like that at all! I mean, I t-think I do, but I'm still figuring myself out... Do you think I did the right thing by saying yes?"
"I'm not even sure, can you tell me what happened?"
"R-right, sorry... T-there isn't really much to tell. After we were done working he said we needed to talk, and he came out to me. He said he might have feelings for me, and I ended up saying I would give him a chance."
"So you're not sure you actually want to even give him a chance?"
"Well... I suppose, yeah."
"Tweek, I say just give the poor guy a chance. You may not be sure about it right now, but you'll probably end up having a lot of fun. If something goes wrong then you two break up and go on with your lives. Plus, I'm pretty sure Craig wouldn't refuse to be your friend anymore or something if things don't work out." Even with Kenny's advice, Tweek bit his lip, unsure about dating Craig. The handsome blond noticed this and spoke up again. "This is something more than you not being sure about liking Craig, isn't it?"
Tweek fisted a hand in his hair in frustration, twitching a bit. "Dude, Craig dated Clyde and Stan before me. Wait, n-no, Clyde had a thing for him, and he- NGH- dated Stan. Or was it the other way around...? Jesus, this is too much pressure!"
Kenny's eyes widened and his brows lifted a bit. "Wait, he dated... or... had a thing with Clyde and Stan? That's... wow, I did not see that one coming." Kenny leaned back, fully reclined in the black chair. "Did he know you before the whole thing with Stan and Clyde, or...?"
"I have no idea... I was too upset to- NGH- ask anything. And now I'm dating him. What should I do, Kenny? I'm tired of thinking about this..."
"I think that you should keep your word and at least give this whole thing a shot. I also think you should try talking to him about Stan and Clyde. But don't let previous relationships get in the way of this one, that's a big no. I have to say that you two really do seem like a good couple, and I'm glad you're going out." Kenny patted Tweek's knee, giving him a sad grin. "If you try, things will work themselves out. I'm sure of it."
The two sat comfortably, the room calm and quiet save for the ticking of a clock somewhere in the hallway and the wind combing through the trees outside.
"Well, I'd better get home. I've got Garrison's dumb homework to do. I hope I could help, Tweekers." The blue eyed male stood, straightening and brushing off his jacket and making his way for the door. Just as he was turning the handle, Tweek spoke up.
"Kenny?" The blond stopped and turned his head to look at the twitchy boy, curiosity in his eyes. "Do you want to spend the night or something? It's g-gonna get dark soon, and- NGH- it's looking like it might get stormy out pretty soon."
He turned and smiled gratefully at Tweek. "No, I should probably get home. My parents will probably drink themselves to death if I don't go and make them take a nap or something. Thanks though, blondie. You're real sweet."
"And Kenny?"
"Yeah?"
"Is there... do you want to talk about anything? I'm always complaining to you, but you hardly ever talk about your problems to me. It makes me feel kinda guilty."
A sad expression washed over Kenny's face, and he slipped his hands inside his jacket pockets. He tried his best to cover up the emotion, but traces of it were still left in his eyes. "No, I don't have anything I really need to talk about. You're the best, do you know that, Tweekers?"
The twitchy boy smiled at him, pulling his feet up onto his bed so he was sitting cross-legged. "If you say so, Kenny. Don't forget that if you ever n-need someone to talk to- AUGH- then I'm here. Get home q-quickly and safely, okay?"
Kenny sounded thankful when he said, "Thanks, kiddo. Take care," and he shut the door quietly behind himself.
Breath clouded about his mouth, his lungs burning hot. He found it hard to breathe after so many hastened breaths, but he pushed on, not caring about the numbness in his legs, his racing heart. Smooth branches and gleaming leaves slipped past him, a shapeless blur. The freezing air around him was merciless, raising the hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck. He knew he was close to what he was looking for. He felt almost warm as he grew closer and closer to his goal, his stomach clenching in anticipation, adrenaline corsing through his body. The heat enclosed his body as he tore around the trunk of a glossy tree, eyes wide. He blinked, not believing what he saw.
Tweek's phone buzzed, pushing him through that final length between sleep and the conscious world. He groaned, tangling two of his fists in his matted hair. He was so close, whatever he was trying to find was right in front of him, but he couldn't stay asleep long enough to see what it was. He untangled one of his hands from his hair to search on his nightstand for his phone, finding it after not very long.
He had a text message from Kenny, which said, 'Craig just messaged me. He said that he wanted to go on a date with you sometime soon, to help you make up your mind as to if you think you really want to go through with this whole thing. I figured I would message you to keep the car ride with Clyde from being a little too awkward.'
Tweek sighed, trying to control his fingers for long enough to get a proper message out of the cellphone. 'Can you give me his number? I'd like to talk to him myself.' The blond sat up and rubbed at his face, trying to sober himself. He quietly and solemnly made himself ready for the day, pulling his green button-up shirt over his arms, buttoning it up the best his shaking hands would let him. He made his way down the wooden stairs, turning into the kitchen to put on some coffee, the soft murmuring it made being the only background noise as he made sure he had all of his books in his bag, his homework where he could find it, his thermos cleaned out and refilled, busying himself as he waited for Kenny's truck to roll into his frozen driveway. Tweek was on his third time around on checking if he had everything he needed for the day when Kenny pulled up and waved at him. Tweek opened up the door and walked carefully over to the car, placing his bag in the trunk, and scooting in next to Clyde, as usual.
The brunette smiled at Tweek and said, "Hi, Tweekers," casually. Tweek returned the greeting, trying his best to act like his normal self. All through the ride he couldn't help but feel a little awkward though, fiddling with the end of his shirt to try to distract himself. Kenny and Clyde did most of the talking, Tweek remaining silent, eyes fixed on the white landscape outside the truck.
After what seemed like an eternity to Tweek, they reached the school, skidding as they pulled sloppily into a parking spot. The blond tore open the door, shuffling out quickly, eager to get out of the rusty car. Clyde stumbled out behind him, shutting the door again with one hand, the other ruffling his brown locks. "Are you okay, Tweek? You've been acting extra tense all morning."
Tweek nodded, fighting to keep his eyes locked on Clyde's, trying to sound honest. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a weird night."
"Me too, dude. I like, couldn't sleep at all last night," he said, accompanied by a yawn to emphasize his point.
The three boys hurried up to the school on slick sidewalks and went their separate ways once they got inside, Tweek to the orchestra room, Kenny to go flirt with Butters, Clyde to go finish his homework before school started. Before they went off, Kenny slipped a small piece of paper into Tweek's hand, succeeding in not letting Clyde see. Tweek clenched his fist softly, hiding the note. When he turned to head downstairs, he unfolded and read it. Craig's cell phone number was written inside, with obnoxious little pink hearts drawn to the right. Tweek smiled at Kenny's juvenile humor, folding the paper back up and dropping it inside his bag.
The coffee loving male was about to open the doors when he heard the sound of the piano from the inside, stopping him in his tracks. He pushed down the handle and pulled open the door quietly, trying his best to be as silent as possible. When he got inside the room, he looked to the right to see Craig seated at the piano, eyes travelling occasionally between his fingers and the sheet of paper in front of him. It wasn't Tweek's piece, but it was equally beautiful. Something was different about Craig's blue eyes and expression.
Normally the black-haired boy's eyes looked asleep, his face emotionless. But as he played, he looked unbelievably alive, focused intensely on the music. He was enveloped by pure, raw emotion- his eyes shining with an unearthly light, his frame pulsing and dancing with the notes, as if the two were one. Even his breath was unified with the melody, his chest rising and falling with the breath of the music. The dark haired musician had Tweek in a trance. He felt as if something had a hold on his heart, and suddenly the thin boy found his breath lost. The bony male only found it again when Craig and the music seemed to separate at just the right moment, his fingers lifting from the ivory keys. But even though the notes had stopped, Craig's eyes were still lost somewhere far away, swimming with the left over emotion. Tweek called him back from his dreamy state when he spoke up. Craig looked up in surprise when the blond started to talk.
"C-Craig, that was... that was incredible," he said, dropping his bag at his side. "I can't even believe... W-where in the world did you learn to do that?"
He blushed a bit, and tried to hide it by lowering his head and bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. "Uh... I don't really know. I have a pretty good private tutor, and I practice a lot, so probably from that."
Tweek walked over to Craig, still locked in a daze, and took a seat next to him. He took a look at the sheet of music, and saw that it was entirely handwritten save for the staffs, which were printed from a computer.
"Oh, Jesus, don't tell me you wrote this y-yourself- NGH."
"No, this is from a movie I saw. I wanted to play it and couldn't find any copies of it on the internet, so I just listened to it and played it until I got all the notes right."
"I t-thought you said you weren't good at playing things by ear!" Tweek exclaimed, shocked.
"I'm really not, it took me weeks to figure it out."
"Well... have you ever written anything yourself?"
"Yeah, none of it is all that good though."
"Would you play something for me?" Tweek scooted forward in his chair, eager to hear one of the aquamarine eyed male's compositions.
He hesitated a bit, but reached into his bag and pulled out a folder without much of a fight. "Again, none of it is that great, but I'll play you something if you really want to hear it." His fingers flipped through sheets upon sheets of messy, smudged papers, eventually grabbing hold of one and pulling it cautiously out of the pocket. He placed it on the music rack and got himself situated before beginning.
Craig wasted no emotion, it seemed like he put everything he had into the notes. If Craig thought this wasn't good, Tweek wondered what he would call good. He couldn't believe the tall boy didn't find the piece amazing, because Tweek was absolutely blown away. Despite the pianist's distaste and modesty for the piece, he played it beautifully. Tweek felt his face heating up, his palms beginning to sweat and heat circling around his waist as if he was wearing layers upon layers of coats. Craig's hands were mesmerizing as they traveled over the board, sliding not only over the keys but also up and down the ones he pressed in. It seemed almost as if Craig had the music in his fingers, moulding and shaping it so it sounded exactly the way he wanted. Tweek almost wished Craig would have made it longer, because it was over way before he would have liked it to be. The ebony haired boy made Tweek long for any kind of music talent, he wished he could experience even just a taste of what Craig must feel as he played.
"See? Not all that great," he said, snapping Tweek out of his second trance that day.
"Jesus, dude! A-are you kidding? That was incredible! You need to get some- AUGH- more self-esteem." Craig let a smile grace his lips at this, and thanked Tweek. Craig looked up at Tweek, as if he had just remembered something.
"Oh, do you want to work on your piece some more?"
Tweek took a glance at the clock and saw that school didn't start for another fifteen minutes or so, and accepted. They managed to get quite a bit of work done. By the time they had to leave for class, the two had gotten a line and a half written out completely when they departed.
As the walked, Craig turned to the twitchy blond and asked, "Hey, would you want to go on a date with me sometime soon? I figured it might help you find out if you really wanted to... to give this whole thing a shot or not."
"Kenny messaged me about that this morning... I th-think that would be- NGH- nice."
"Really?" Craig seemed more than surprised at this. "Would you want to go to a movie with me tomorrow then?" Tweek nodded, grinning. He almost couldn't believe himself, but he was actually feeling a little excited about going on a date with the dark-haired boy. In fact, he was excited about dating Craig in general.
"Friday would be perfect."
"Oh, Jesus, I can't do this! This is way too much pressure!"
"Tweek, hold still, or I'm going to rip your hair out!" Kenny exclaimed, trying to steady Tweek's head. Kenny and Butters of them sat in Tweek's bathroom, Kenny trying his best to get a brush through Tweek's hair without much success. They spent the last five minutes trying to properly button the coffee addict's shirt, and the half hour before that Kenny was busy trying to get the hazel-eyed boy to calm down and accept that he 'is going to go to the movies and have fun with his boyfriend whether he liked it or not'.
"T-Tweekers, I'm sure you and Craig are gonna have a great time! Just be your w-wonderful lil' self and I'm sure everything will be fine." Tweek remained unconvinced. Butters pulled a hairclip from his own hair and pinned it into the nervous boy's. It had Hello Kitty's face on it, which earned himself a smile that said 'Really?' from Kenny. However, neither of the boys made any move to take it out.
"Oh, god! You don't have head lice, do you, Butters? AUGH- I'm gonna get head lice!"
Butters took Tweek's hands before he had a chance to reach up to tear the clip out of his hair, looking Tweek straight in the eyes. "I promise I have no head lice, Tweek. Y-you look very handsome." The champagne-haired boy reached up and patted the paranoid male on the head, grinning innocently.
Kenny finished brushing Tweek's hair and began fluffing it up and ruffling it here and there, trying to make it look just right.
"W-why Tweek, you look so neat! Your hair is like feathers, look!" Butters took his hands again, pulling him up from his seat on the edge of his bathtub and gesturing to the mirror. Butters was right; Tweek's hair was soft and groomed looking, not like the tangled mess it usually was. Kenny had done a really good job.
Once Kenny had convinced Butters that no, one Hello Kitty clip in his hair was enough, he did not need any more (but that meant that Kenny had to wear one instead), they pulled Tweek out of the bathroom. The two blue-eyed boys leaded him over to the couch, sitting down on the plushy green cushions and pulling the fragile male down between them.
"Okay, Tweek. Quiz time," Kenny said, grinning. "Where is your money for the ticket and snacks?"
"NGH! I-in my back left pocket," Tweek answered without much hesitation.
"Tweekers, how are you going to try to act?" Butters shot at him, trying his best to pull a professional, serious face. It wasn't very convincing, to say the least.
"I will be... myself?" It was more of a question than an answer, but the champagne-haired blond smiled in approval.
"Where will Butters and I put the key after we leave?"
"T-taped under the mailbox... right?"
"How long is the movie?"
"An hour and f-fifteen minutes, I think."
Kenny raised an eyebrow. "You don't sound very sure, twitchy."
"AUGH! I'm s-sorry! This just so much pressure! I-I'm going on my very first d-date with my very first b-boyfriend who I'm not even sure I want to actually date yet! What am I going to do if I d-decide that I don't want to be with him? Or, oh god, what if I decide I do want to be with him, but he gets bored with me and leaves the theatre? That would be way too much pressure, man! Jesus, what if-"
"Tweek?" Kenny's expression was worried, but his eyes were alive with humor. "You are going to be fantastic. I'm sure you'll find you really like him, and everything will work out just fine. Besides, who could resist a lovable little spaz like you?" Butters took his hand on his left and Kenny patted his shoulder on his right. The eccentric blond felt much better with his friends listening to and comforting him.
"O-okay."
"Okay what, Tweek?"
"Maybe I c-can do this after all. Yeah... y-yeah, I can do this." Tweek's breath got slow (slow for him, at least. For anyone else it would be faster than normal.), and he managed to relax his shoulder and lean back into the couch a little further. "W-would you guys come with me?" Kenny laughed.
"No, Tweek. You're going to go with Craig, alone, and you are going to have a great time. You'll have much more fun without us, trust me."
"But-"
"No buts."
A/N: Thank you for reading!
