Okay, so after several cupcake emergency's, mental and emotional breakdowns, Dan and Phil/Sherlock marathons, all-nighters, and highly caffeinated cups of tea, I have *finally* finished this chapter, and I dare say I am proud of it.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!" I proclaimed, turning on the light. Biana-Or at least, the heap in Biana's bed who I assumed was Biana-Rolled over, groaning. "Come on. Up." I said, attempting to tug the sheets off of her. She rolled over, clutching the sheets tighter, and mumbled something about wanting 'Just five more minutes.' However, I knew better than to agree to that. In the language of Biana, 'Just five more minutes' was more like 'five more hours.'
I sighed, and after a few failed attempts at waking her, I went to the kitchen, and filled a glass with water. Then I walked over to her bed, where it seemed she had fallen back peacefully asleep. She looked so calm… I almost felt guilty about this. Almost.
So, before I could change my mind, I dumped the glass of water on her. That should do the trick.
And do the trick it did, as she bolted upright, half a scream escaping her lips before she seemed to realize that she wasn't in mortal danger.
"SOPHIE FOSTER!" She gasped, looking at the empty cup in my hand. "I AM GOING TO… I AM GOING TO…" She trailed off, apparently at a loss for words.
"You are going to…" I prodded. She glared, and if looks could kill, I would've been six feet under. Or maybe 12 feet under. "You know, it's a bad habit, not quite finishing your sentences. You should-" I was cut off by a pillow hitting me in the face.
"Now who's not finishing their sentences?" She asked smugly. "On another note, when did you get home last night?" I blushed as she subtly winked at me.
"Around 10:45. And no, I did not spend all of that time with Keefe. If you must know, I got called into work." I didn't mention how Keefe had showed up… or how he'd tipped my $150. I didn't know what she's do with that information, but I was 99% sure that it would involve major teasing.
"So, you didn't spend the night at Keefe's?" I turned to her, slightly horrified.
"No! Biana, I barely know him! I met him two days ago! I am not, I repeat, am not, going to be spending the night at his place. And even if I do, it will not be for years to come!" A grin slowly spread across her face.
"So you think that there will be years to come?" I buried my face in my hands. I really had to think before saying these things. "You are so adorable when you are in denial. Really." I rolled my eyes. "You are!" She insisted.
"Whatever. We don't have time to focus on that. It time to go Christmas shopping, and decorating, remember." Her eyes widened at she grabbed hoe phone and checked the date.
"Oh my gosh, it is! I can't believe I forgot! We gotta go!" I laughed as she grabbed my hand and attempted to drag me out of the apartment. "What store should we go to first? Do you think-" I cut Biana off by saying,
"Biana, you're still in your pajamas! And you need to brush your hair." Biana frowned, looking down at herself. "And then we need to go get the decorations from the storage unit. And of course I have the list." She pouted but didn't object as she began to gather her clothes and go into the bathroom to get ready.
0o0o0o0
"Wait, Biana, hold up. Whoa, whoa, calm down just let me- BIANA YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING! Just… No, don't do that! All you need to do is-"
"GAHHHHHHHH" Sophie was cut off by what seemed like Biana's battle cry as she repeatedly attacked their dorm room with one of the fake tree branches. "It won't work! The instructions say to just click it into place, so why won't it go into the hole?!"
Sophie sighed, and grabbed the branch from Biana's hand, latching it onto the tree. "There, see? You just need to calm down" Biana flopped down onto her bed, groaning.
"I'm not gonna make it. We have to set up everything else, and we have to go Christmas shopping, and we have to make snicker-doodles and we have to- to do everything and I'm going to die!" Sophie laughed as she sat down next to her best friend and gently rubbed her back, trying to calm the panic attack.
"Oh, relax. You'll be just fine. Look, I know you're stressed out. We all are. So why don't we take a break from decorating and go shopping for the Christmas gifts. Isn't that your favorite part of the holiday?" Biana perked up. "And once we get back, I'll even let you do my make-up. Deal?"
"Deal."
0o0o0o0
"Oh, and one of these, and one of these, and definitely one of these!" Biana was happily skipping along the rows of the dollar store, throwing anything and (Almost) everything into her basket.
"Okay, you know we're on a budget, right?" Biana pouted.
"But this is the dollar store! Everything is so cheap!" I smiled at her. She looked like an excited puppy as she practically skipped through the halls.
"Okay, but how many people are you planning to buy gifts for? Because this is enough for a small bus of people." Biana frowned, looking over the array of gifts.
"You think so? I suppose it is, but who ever complained about extra gifts?" She said, looking reluctant to put anything back.
"Uh, I think our bank accounts might complain a little bit." Biana sighed, but I could see that she knew I was right. "Let's just go through and put some things back. Besides, you want to save up enough money to buy some things at other stores, don't you?"
"But what do we put back? I like all of this!" I glanced into the cart, which was full of things, many of which were very pink, and very girly.
"Well, you do know we are shopping for the boy's too, right? Maybe tone it down on the, er, Make-up." I said, holding up an eye-shadow palette. Biana sighed.
"But I wanted to give you a makeover! And I think I've got the perfect supplies right-" I couldn't help but grin at her, as she was stopped. "You don't want a makeover, do you?" I shook my head. "But come on! You'll look good for Keefe-"
"And I am done with this conversation." I said, walking away from the aisle.
"Aww, come on. A little part of you likes him, right? Right?" I hated that she thought that. I hated that she was right even more.
"You do!" She shouted, sounding overjoyed.
"I never said that."
"Silence speaks louder than words." I rolled my eyes, hoping that she wouldn't catch my blush. "Come on."
"I… I really don't know right now Biana. I just met him!" I said, thinking about the phone call that I had had with Edaline last night.
"That's what I call 'love at first sight.'" I picked up a pillow that was on sale and threw it at her.
0o0o0o0
"Right, so we've gotten gifts for Dex, Fitz, Alden, Grady, and now we need to get something for Edaline and Della, right?" I asked looking over the list I had brought. We were getting into the car, leaving the dollar store. Yes, it's cheap to buy gifts from the dollar store, but we're broke teenagers. What did you expect.
"Yeah. We should go to the mall! I bet we could find some nice clothing or make-up for them." Biana said.
"Yeah. Oh, and I should probably get a present for Keefe." Biana smirked, but I chose to ignore that. "I don't know what to get him though. Do you have any idea what boys like him want for Christmas?" Biana thought for a second.
"Maybe a pranking thing. You know, like those stink bombs. But hey, you're the one who know's him." She said, finally turning the car on and starting to pull out of the parking lot and onto the street.
"Yeah, no way am I getting him a stink bomb. He'd use it to prank me, so unless you want our dorm to smell disgusting for the next few weeks, no." I grumbled. Keefe didn't seem like an easy person to buy a gift for. I could just get him chocolate or something, but that felt so impersonal. Plus, I wanted to get him something that would partly pay him back for the crazy tip he had given me last night.
I would probably find something though. Or Biana would help me find something. She was amazing at shopping, which was one of the reasons I liked to go with her to buy Christmas gifts. She always seemed to know exactly what to get everyone.
Then again, neither of us really knew Keefe. She was probably right that the best thing to get him would be some kind of pranking supplies. "And we're here!" Biana exclaimed, pulling into the parking lot.
"Right. What store should we go to first?" I asked, exiting out of the car.
"I don't know. We should probably just browse around a bit first. What's our budget again?" I shrugged.
"We don't have an exact price. Just get something that our bank accounts won't be mad about." I said with a shrug, walking through the aisles of the mall, looking at everything in the store windows.
"Alright! Well let's get started!" Biana said, clapping her hands excitedly. I smiled, following after her as she navigated her way through the mall.
She seemed to know exactly where she was going. Then again, that was hardly a surprise. The mall was almost her second home. Other than Fitz and Dex's dorm. I was just worried that I was going to get separated from her, and get horribly lost. I was awful at navigating through crowds. "Come on, Slowpoke! You're going to fall behind and get lost." Biana said, calling my fears.
"I know I will. You're just going so fast!" I said, tripping over my own feet as I tried to catch up to her.
"No, you're just going so slow!" Biana countered with a small laugh. But she did slow down for me. "And I was thinking that first we could go to Forever 21! Or maybe Christopher & Banks"
"Well, you're the master. I'm only here to make sure you don't make us go broke." I said with a laugh, grinning at Biana. She smiled back, and threw an arm around my shoulders.
"Well, first of all, I really need to teach you to shop. I mean, come on, when you finally stop being perpetually single, you're going to need to look nice for a date. Although, I'm probably going to be the one to help you with that. And We'll need to call Edaline and Mom over to help! And-"
"Okay, since when did you start preparing for my first date?" I interrupted, looking at her incredulously.
"Since you meet Keefe. I'm expecting you to get married any day now. He's going to make great babies." I froze, my eyes widened. What did she just say?! "Okay, relax! I'm only joking. Though, from the expression on your face, you seemed to have taken it seriously. Interesting."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. "Okay, changing the subject, we've arrived at Forever 21. I thought you were the one in charge of noticing these things." I said, nudging her playfully. She scoffed.
"Well I'm sorry I was distracted by your love life." I rolled my life. I didn't have a love life. Right? "Hey, how about you go shop for Keefe? I can take care of everything over here, and you can get him something because you know him. And if worst comes to worst, just get him candy. Can't ever go wrong with chocolate."
So it was agreed that I would search the mall (By myself for a change) To try and find a fitting gift for Keefe while Biana bought Edaline and Della gifts. After two hours, we would meet back up, and go home to finish setting up the decorations and preparing the food for Christmas dinner.
Nothing could go wrong with that plan, right?
Wrong.
Because we didn't plan for one thing. Fate. And fate seems to want me and Keefe to always bump into each other.
0o0o0
There I was, innocently strolling through some store, looking at the sports equipment. Did Keefe even like sports? The question reminded me of how much I didn't really know him.
And then, by some miracle (For better or for worse) someone interrupted my peaceful shopping by saying, "Well, well. Who knew that Sophie Foster liked sports." My lips curled up into a smile involuntarily at the familiar voice coming from behind me. "With your tendency to trip, you should be wearing extra padding."
I turned around, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat when I saw him leaning against a shelf, with his normal smirk. "Oh, it's not for me." I said. "It's for y-a friend. For Christmas." I explained, tripping over my words only slightly. Keefe raised an eyebrow, and took a step closer.
"A friend, huh?" He said, his ice blue eyes looking into mine, and sending a zoo loose in my stomach. I hoped he didn't notice how my cheeks felt so very warm. "What's he like?" I felt my stomach perform an entire gymnastics routine.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I managed to say. Keefe smirked.
"Maybe I would." At this point, I was 99 percent sure he knew I was talking about him, but for some reason, I played his game.
"Well," I said slowly, considering my word choice carefully. "He's nice."
Keefe let out a slight humming sound, and took another step closer. "Just nice?" I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, and the feeling sent shivers down my spine.
"He's also cool." I breathed, looking at his chin. I wasn't sure I'd be able to string together a coherent sentence if I looked into those stupidly blue eyes of his. "And a little cocky."
"That's it?"
"Mischievous." I stammered, my breath hitching. Despite my better intentions, my eyes locked with his again, and I felt as if I was floating ten feet of the ground.
"Maybe handsome?" Keefe offered, leaning in slightly. His voice seemed deeper than it usually was. I felt every part of my body tingle as my mind was sent into a crazed panic.
"Only a little bit." I said, incredibly proud of my voice for staying strong. Keefe smirked, and his eyes flicked down to my lips, and his pupils dilated. He quickly moved his eyes back to mine, and The movement was subtle, but I still caught it. I felt myself start freak out. These situations always did that to me. But I didn't have anything to worry about. Because Keefe wasn't going to kiss me. No way. There was absolutely no- "So, uh, what's in the bag?" It took me a second to realize that I was the one who said it. And another after that to realize that he was, in fact, carrying a shopping bag.
Keefe leaned back out, taking his warmth with him. That bothered me for some reason. (A/N: Hahahahah, you didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you? No, we've still got a while to go!) (A/N: Please don't hate me.)
"Oh, nothing." He said, a faint blush taking over his face. But there was something in his eyes, something that wasn't there a minute ago. Something that sent shivers up and down my spine.
"So you just have a bag full of air?" Keefe rolled his eyes, but grinned.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." I scoffed. "I'm serious! I do dangerous things in my spare time! I just want to protect you from getting involved. That would anger the government."
I playfully shoved him as we started walking together out of the sports isle. "Really, what is it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Really, it's nothing." Keefe's voice wasn't annoyed exactly, but it was flustered, almost like he was shy. And a light pink blush spread across his cheeks. It was almost cute. Almost.
"Are you blushing?" The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
"I am not!" Keefe objected.
"You are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!" I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. He grinned, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Maybe someday, I'll tell you. But for now, I've been sworn to secrecy."
"Are those paint brushes?" I asked, peeking into his bag. Keefe whipped his arm back, but I had already seen. I remembered the drawings I saw tacked up to his wall when I visited his dorm room.
"It's stupid." He mumbled, looking down at his feet. I stared at him incredulously. Was he serious?
"No, that's awesome! I wish I could draw like you." Keefe looked at me weirdly, like I was a puzzle he couldn't figure out. People were always looking at me like that, but I usually knew why. I was normally pretty good at figuring out what people were thinking. With Keefe, I had no clue. "Seriously, that's really cool." I added.
"So, you don't think it's stupid?" He was hesitant when he said it, like he didn't really believe me.I stared at him incredulously.
"Who would think it's stupid?"
Keefe snorted. "My parents, that's who."
"Well, your parents are stupid." It took me a second to realize that I had just insulted his parents, which was probably very offensive. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean… I just- It's not stupid. I'm sure your parents are fine I'm just saying that your drawings are awesome, and if your parents don't think that- I just… forget I said anything at all." I ranted, but when I looked over at Keefe, he didn't look insulted. He looked amused.
"Oh no, I totally agree with you. My parents are… Well, let's not talk about them." I got the feeling that there was some tension there. I was dying of curiosity, but I could tell that he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't press for details.
We walked in comfortable silence for a few seconds, just relaxing in each other's presence. It was kind of nice not to feel like we had to fill the silence with banter, that we could just walk together.
Not that I liked him.
"So, what are you doing for Christmas?" After a few more minutes. Keefe shrugged.
"Oh, nothing really. Playing some video games, binge watching Netflix, same old…" He trailed of after seeing my horrified expression. "What is it?"
"You can't seriously be saying you're going to be alone on Christmas?" We had stopped walking by that point.
"Whoa, it's fine. I'm used to it." My jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Seriously? You just spend every Christmas alone?" The thought made me sad. For me, Christmas had always been the time I spent with my friends, watching Christmas movies and eating way too much of Edaline's Mallowmelt (A family recipe that tastes like the stars were bottled up and turned into chocolatey food.) The thought of having to spend Christmas by myself… "You should come over to my place! My parents and my friends parents will be there, so it'll be a little crowded, but it will still be awesome. And we always watch a bunch of Christmas movies, and listen to Christmas music, and-"
"I wouldn't want to ruin your Christmas." He said, shrugging.
"You wouldn't be ruining Christmas! You'd be making it better! The more the merrier, right? And I'll let you have some of my mom's Christmas cookies, which are the best thing in the world. Oh, and you could be in the little dance off we always have, and you could join us for dinner too, if you wanted to. You haven't lived until you've tasted Edaline's cooking. And we always watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and I always cry, and I won't even get mad at you if you tease me about it." I stopped when .I noticed how Keefe was looking at me, like I was the most interesting thing on Earth.
"You're really cute when you rant, you know that?" There was something in his eyes. Something that told me I was beginning to tread in dangerous waters.
I thought back to the conversation I had with Fitz and Dex when they first found out about Keefe. 'He's a playboy. It's in his DNA'. But Keefe didn't seem like a playboy. "Earth to Foster! Anybody in there?" Keefe asked, knocking on my head. I shook myself back to reality.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just… thinking." I said quietly. Keefe cocked his head slightly towards me.
"Thinking, huh? About what? My incredible awesomeness? Or my stunning good looks?" Keefe did that cheesy finger gun thing at me, and I laughed, rolling my eyes.
"Really, come to my flat for Christmas. Please?" Keefe looked at me for a second.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to barge in on time you try to spend with your fam-"
"Keefe Sencen, if you are not at my flat by One O'clock on Christmas, I will find you, and drag you there kicking and screaming if I have too. But you will be there." Keefe whistled, raising an eyebrow at my outburst.
"But see, now I kind of want to see you try to drag me anywhere I don't want to-" I hit him over the head. "HEY! Hands of The Hair!" He shouted, grabbing my hand, and pulling it off of the blonde mess that was his hair.
But even I had to admit: He knew how to style hair.
Not that I noticed how attractive it was.
Or how soft.
Keefe hesitated for a second, still gripping my hand, before gently twining our fingers together. I felt my heart start to beat faster, and my stomach started doing backflips, and although the tingles started at my hand, they quickly spread through my entire body, making me feel warm.
Not that I noticed.
Or cared.
"I'll be there, okay?" Keefe said, in a more serious tone than I had ever heard him use. And it sent chills down my spine.
"Okay." I said softly, moving a bit closer to him that I really needed to. Because I was cold. And Keefe had body heat. Yeah.
"Oh, and I expect an awesome gift from you. Like, really awesome. Like, as awesome as my hair awesome." I rolled my eyes, and Keefe thought about that, before adding, "Well, nothing is as awesome as The Hair. But you get the point."
"Right" I responded, laughing.
We continued on like that for a while, lapsing into another comfortable silence. His hand was still linked together with mine. I was tempted to lean my head on his shoulder, but something stopped me.
I was so relaxed right there, just walking with Keefe, that I nearly jumped ten feet in the air when a loud announcement came over the mall speakers.
"And now, Ladies and Gentleman, it is time for our annual Christmas dance off! Dance with a partner, or dance alone, but you don't want to miss this! You can find the special event in the plaza (Do mall's even have plaza's?) And I can promise you that it will be a blast! Entries will only be accepted for 10 more minutes, so come quick. This is one Christmas event that you don't want to miss. Plus, the lucky winner will receive a 75 dollar gift card to Starbucks! So head on over to start of Christmas season the right way." The way-too-loud voice finished, and I was ready to ignore it. I never danced.
That was until Keefe turned to me with those big ice-blue eyes. I knew what he was going to say before he said it, but that didn't stop me from being slightly surprised. "Come on, let's try it out! It could be fun!"
There was no way I was going to do that. Nothing anyone could say would possibly convince me to go to a dance off in public. Nope. Not going to happen.
0o0o0
I went to the dance off.
I blame Keefe and his stupidly attractive puppy dog eyes. It's not fair! He plays dirty. Humph.
But nonetheless, I was here, right in the center of the mall. I didn't even know how to dance for Pete's sake! Keefe seemed to see me stressing out, because he gently gripped my shoulders and looked my in the eyes. "Whoa, relax! You look like you're going to have a heart attack. We'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could trip and give myself a concussion and spend my Christmas in a hospital in pain." Keefe laughed.
"Okay little-miss Pessimist. Brighten up, will you? Besides, I'll always catch you when you fall." A smirk spread over his face, and he winked playfully at the last words. I did what I always did when he acted stupid. I rolled my eyes, but still laughed.
And, credit where credit is due, Keefe did make me feel better. Sure, I didn't know how to dance. Sure, I had no plan whatsoever. Sure, this was probably going to end badly. But you know what? I was going to have fun. "Okay. Let's do this." I said with a smile.
Keefe grinned. "That's my girl!" I wasn't his girl, but for some reason, I didn't correct him. I didn't even want to.
And so, the dance competition started. There was no set dance we were supposed to do, just loud Christmas music.
I started off hesitant, but soon, Keefe's excited energy rubbed off on me, and I forgot that i was surrounded by about a hundred people. The only thing that mattered was how Keefe and I was spinning around, doing the craziest dance moves ever. It was the most fun I could ever remember having.
And his laugh, something about it was contagious, because whenever he would chuckle, I would follow his lead, and soon, our sides would hurt, but we would keep dancing because I was having the time of my life.
"See! I told you that it would be fun! Never doubt me!" Keefe shouted, spinning me around.
"I never did!" I responded, looking up into those vibrant blue eyes of his.
Keefe smirked smugly, before leaning down and picking my up. I shrieked at first, but then Keefe started spinning me around, and I could;ve sworn that we were the only two people in the world at that moment.
"My feet hurt" Keefe exclaimed gleefully at the top of his lungs, still spinning us both dizzy.
"Mine too!"
It wasn't funny, really. Our feet hurt. So what? But something about that comment had us both in hysterics. Keefe had to set me down because he was doubling over in laughter, and I ended up in a heap on the floor. We were probably creating a scene, but I was having so much fun, and felt so blissful, that meteors could have slammed into the Earth, and my smile never would've faded.
I only stopped laughing when I got two cramps, and somehow, Keefe had ended up on the floor next to me. I vaguely noticed that everyone was watching us, but I was too carefree to get embarrassed.
"Wow." Keefe breathed, turning his head over to look at me from his spot on the floor to my left.
"Wow." I agreed, grinning like an idiot.
"Who knew you had such good moves?" Keefe asked, sitting up and rubbing his sides, which were probably still aching from laughing so hard and all the exercising. I did the same.
"You're not too shabby yourself, mister." Keefe looked like he wanted to say something back, probably a witty remark of some sort, but he was abruptly cut off by a, tall, middle aged woman wearing a mall employee uniform.
"Well, I think everyone can agree that these two have won the dance competition!" She said. She had pixie cut black hair, and dark brown eyes, along with darker skin. "Well, let's give them a round of applause!" It took me a minute to realize that she was looking at me and Keefe when she said that.
I turned and looked at him, and his face mirrored the look of confusion and disbelief that was on my face.
"How about you two come on up and collect your prize?"
I got up with Keefe's help, and we went slowly to the stage. I kept expecting someone to tell us that this was a mistake, that we were not the real winners, but we got to the top of the little stage, and everyone there was cheering for us.
Normally, this would be the kind of situation I would have nightmares about. But standing there with Keefe (Who, at some point, had laced our fingers together again) I felt unafraid. Untouchable. Happy.
"Well, you get a $75 dollar gift card to Starbucks! I hope you enjoy, and everyone have a good day, and a very merry Christmas!" The girl said, before walking of the stage, leaving me and Keefe there.
We looked at each other once again, and out of some instinct, I threw myself at him in a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around.
It took me a second to realize that he may not want to hug me, so I asked "Sorry, is this okay?"
I couldn't see his face, but somehow I knew he was grinning as he responded, "This is perfect."
0o0o0
Me and Keefe were heading back to where I promised I would meet Biana after we were both done shopping, because after we won the giftcard (Which Keefe had insisted I keep, despite my many protests.) I had realized that I was supposed to meet Biana 15 minutes ago.
"Um, Keefe?" I asked hesitantly. Something had been on my mind, and I wasn't planning on asking him but my curiosity is strong, and I am weak.
"Hmm?" He hummed happily, lightly swinging our interlocked hands back and forth.
"Well, uh… yesterday when you came to Veloce Beautine, you tipped my $150. Now, uh, don't think I'm ungrateful, because I really do appreciate it, but…"
Keefe glanced at me, a sweet smile on his face. "You seem like a person who deserves to be spoiled. And I have way more money than I know what to do with." Was his answer. "And I'm sure you could use it to find me a more than awesome gif-"
"SOPHIE FOSTER, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? 20 MINUTE- Oh, hi Keefe, it's nice to see you. Right where was I? Oh, yes: 20 MINUTES! I WAS WORRIED SICK! IF YOU EVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'M CHANGING THE LOCKS TO OUR DORM, AND BURN EVERYTHING YOU OWN!"
I pointed an accusing finger at Keefe. "It's his fault!" I yelped. Keefe gasped, and clutched his chest as if I had just stabbed him.
"I'm betrayed, Foster. Just because I'm the one who roped you into going to the dance competition does not make it my fault!"
"Everything is your fault."
We continued like that, Biana looking back and forth between us like we were a part of some intense tennis match. "You really are going to get married."
And for some reason, I didn't deny it this time.
Okay, now it's 4, and I feel like I used hot sauce as an eye drop, and I'm to tired to make a cool outro, so I'm just gonna say Bye Lovelies!