*I do not own Suite Life on Deck/of Zack and Cody or any of the characters!

...Tristan's POV...

I woke up and stretched, yawning as I did so. Alex was still asleep next to me, so I figured I'd let him sleep while I found something for breakfast. I pulled on my pajamas before I trudged down the stairs and into the living room.

"Cody!" I smiled and danced over to him, "What are you making?" I looked into the frying pan that was in front of him.

"Potatoes with peppers and onions," he smiled and kissed my forehead, "get yourself some orange juice, okay love?"

I nodded and smiled, opening the fridge. I grabbed the carton of juice and poured a glass, mixing it with some of the mango juice Cody had bought. I sat at the table and watched my older brother dance around the kitchen, singing quietly to himself. He made a large thing of scrambled eggs and brought the food over. He put toast on my plate and I frowned.

"I don't like toast," I folded my arms, shoving it away.

"It would be good if you ate at least one piece of it," Cody put the toast back on my plate and handed me some jelly and butter.

"I don't want it..." I pouted and stared at the toast.

"You don't have to eat the crust, just the inside," he sat down and began eating his breakfast.

I sighed and buttered the toast and ripped it in half, eating the middle, "There..." I pushed the crust off my plate.

"Brat," he smiled, serving me some eggs and potatoes.

I smiled and picked up my fork, digging into my food. I wasn't one for being picky with my food, but I hated bread. Well, with the exception of cornbread, English muffins, French toast, and stuff like pizza.

"Morning," Zack came into the kitchen, a smile on his face, kissing Cody before sitting down.

Zack was dressed in his uniform for work. I liked that my 'dad' was a cop. He was handsome and was there for all of us if anything ever went wrong. Zack would sometimes take me to the station with him, I'd hang out with all of the officers and I felt very special because they thought I was cute. I liked being cute for people.

"Good morning Tristan," Zack smiled at me, kissing my nose.

"Morning," I smiled brightly.

"What are you doing today, Tristan?"

I turned to Cody for an answer, hoping he wouldn't send me back to that awful school, "He's staying home. I have to do some Christmas shopping.. Alex is going to school."

"Want to come to work with me?" Zack put his arm around me, rubbing my side.

"Yeah," I swung my feet and leaned into him.

"So, Tristan...I decided that you're going to be home schooled. Okay?" Cody tossed his plate in the sink and walked into the living room, pulling a bag off the couch.

"What's that?" I looked at the bag.

"A new notebook, and some work books," he showed me a book for math, a book for English, and then explained to me about how I would be doing science and other subjects.

I nodded in response and flipped through my new books, looking at the problems, "So does this mean I have to bring it with me to work with Zacky?"

"Yes," he patted my head, "now go get showered and dressed."

I sighed, hating school work. I always tried to be smart, smart like Cody was. But it was hard for me. I often wondered if Zack had dropped me when I was a baby, wouldn't surprise me. But if being home schooled by Cody meant keeping me away from those bastards at school, I'd do it. Besides, spending time with Zack at his work was fun..

I thumped up the stairs and down to the bathroom, turning on the light. I hated bathrooms. The floors were always cold on my feet and I didn't like that very much. I suppose on a really hot day it would feel wonderful, but living in New England, everything was cold. Mostly. Summers were hot, sometimes up in the 90's and 100's, but our summer only lasted for two months and most of the time it was cloudy. On average, New England only has about four full sun days in a year. That means no clouds at all though... So the rest of our year, other than those hot two months, is cool, rainy, and snowy.

I slid into the shower and turned on the hot water, enjoying it. I loved the heat of the shower, but hated all of the steam. I tried not to take long showers, always aware of our environment. I was never really too sure what staying in the shower too long had to do with helping the environment, considering when you're done with the water it goes back into the ground and naturally filters out, feeding plants and eventually evaporating into the sky to make fresh rain water to start the process all over again... But whatever.

I rinsed the soap from my body and slid out of the shower, drying off with one of the towels on the towel racks. I wrapped it around my body, making sure I wouldn't get too cold on the trip from the bathroom to my bedroom. I quietly slipped into my room, seeing that Alex was still out cold. Cody would occasionally complain about him being too much like a teenager, or too much like Zack. He slept a lot and tended not to eat that healthy. But he couldn't say that Alex was hanging out with the wrong crowd, his friends were alright. Not into drinking and drugs. My pants were neatly folded in the dresser, and my shirts were all hung in the closet. I picked a set of jeans that hugged my hips and one of Alex's hoodies to go over my plain t-shirt. Once I was done getting dressed, I slid down the stairs and over to Zack.

"Ready?" he rubbed my back and smiled at me.

"Yep," I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my jacket, zipping it up. I was afraid of zippers, having been zipped up too far in them before and getting pinched on my neck. I usually left them mostly undone and just buttoned my jacket over it.

"See you later, Codes," Zack kissed Cody and hugged him in a loving way.

"Be careful...keep an eye on Tristan..." he wrapped his arms around Zack's neck, kissing him softly and smiling.

"Hurry up..." I bounced by the door, holding onto my new books.

"Sorry," Cody walked over, planting a kiss on my cheek, "behave."

"Always," I smiled and opened the door, leaving with Zack.

He had brought the cruiser home so that Cody could have their car. Alex wanted a car, but he didn't have his license yet. It was a requirement in the state of Massachusetts to take drivers ed before you could get your license. I still had another year and a half before I could take drivers ed.

"When do you think Lexi is going to get his license?"

"As soon as he calls and sets up the appointment," Zack pulled into the station and parked the car, getting out.

I followed him up the steps and into the station, staying close by his side as we walked in.

"Morning Zack," someone greeted him. I didn't recognize the person.

"Morning. Matt, this is Tristan," Zack kept his arm around me.

"Nice to meet you, Tristan," he smiled nicely. He was bald and thin, dressed much like Zack was, but with slight differences.

"Matt transferred over from another station recently," Zack took my hand and walked me to his office space.

"Oh," I sat in a chair by his desk and swung my feet, "when do you get done with work?"

"Seven.. Long day for me today, but Cody is coming to pick you up after he's done shopping with your brother," Zack sat down and looked over some things.

I shrugged and pulled my feet up into the chair, sitting Indian style as I began my new homework. It was pretty easy, I understood the grammatical things of the first book I started in. It was basically correcting spelling, sentence error, and what context to use what word in; like there, their, and they're...

I checked the time, and by eleven thirty, I had finished nearly the entire book.

"Zack?" I poked at him. The day was slow without much to do, and he was as bored as I was.

"What's up?" he turned and smiled at me.

"I'm hungry," I held my stomach, a loud rumble coming from it.

"What would you like?" he stood up, stretching.

"I want a donut," I poked his stomach and smirked.

"Haha, funny. But seriously," he helped me up.

"A sandwich," I held his hand as we walked from the station.

"Matt, I'm just going to take Tristan down to the deli to get some lunch," he walked us out the door and to his cruiser.

I slid into the front seat and buckled. We drove down a few streets until we reached a small deli. It was cute. As we went inside, I looked around at the counter and saw many types of meat and bread along with salads.

"What would you like?" Zack wrapped his arms around me as we looked together.

"Turkey..." I relaxed into his hold.

...Zack's POV...

I held my baby brother as we looked at the deli food. He wanted a turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and onion. He always refused to have anything like mustard or mayonnaise on his sandwiches. He didn't care for bread either...so I wasn't sure why he wanted a sandwich in the first place.

"Want a drink?" I brought him to the cooler while the woman behind the counter made our lunch.

"Just water," he reached for a bottle and smiled up at me.

Dammit, his smile was gorgeous. He reminded me of Cody when he was younger...But as much as I loved Cody, and thought he was gorgeous; Tristan was more attractive. Even more attractive than myself.

"So Tristan, ever thought about being a model?" I smiled and paid for our food and drinks, leading him out to the car.

"No, why?" he bounced into the car and began eating his lunch.

"Because you're like, the perfect model," I caused him to blush.

"I don't know..." he picked most of the bread off his sandwich, pushing it aside.

"You should look around, find a modeling thing around here. I know there's some. Besides, you'll get some extra cash," I stopped talking when my radio went off, alerting myself and other officers of a high speed chase headed my way.

Tristan turned and looked at me, biting his lip. We were too far from the station for me to take him back, and too close to the chase to even consider it.

"Buckle," I threw my seat belt on and hit the siren and lights, speeding down the street.

Tristan buckled and clutched the seat, "I-I could...I can walk back..." he said quietly.

I ignored him for the most part, focusing on where I was headed. Directly around the next corner I took was a speeding car and several cops behind it. I took off, chasing them. We communicated over the radio and discussed how to keep the speeding car off the side streets, and possibly push him onto the turnpike.

"I wanna go home..."

"Martin, get up there for a PIT," Matt called over the radio.

"Get Johnston to do it, I've got Tristan-"

"Now Martin," Matt demanded.

"I know, we'll be over with this very soon," I sped up, passing a few of the other cop cars, guilt coursing through my gut. I nudged the nose of my car against the speeder, nearly sending him off the road. As I passed the car, he got back onto the road and caught up with me, ramming into the back of my car. Tristan let out a scream and shut his eyes tightly. I picked up my radio and pressed the talk button, "Matt, I've got Tristan with me. Can you guys handle this on your own?"

"No, we need all units on this one," the radio fizzed out and others began talking and communicating.

"I don't like this, why do you do this?" Tristan clutched his seat belt.

"It's my-" as I was about to finish my sentence, I looked in time to see the speeding car slam into the passenger side of my cruiser, sending us flying into the median of the highway. The steep hill caused the car to tumble onto its side, rolling down to the bottom. The car came to a halt, and Tristan was quiet. My first instinct was to find him, "Tristan?" I shouted, looking around the glass that had shattered everywhere. No answer. My heart raced as I looked to his limp body, still buckled in his seat. We were on the roof of the car, so he was just simply hanging from above, "Shit.." I grabbed him gently, unbuckling him. I wasn't sure of the condition of my car, so I wasn't about to let him stay in there with the possibility of it blowing up. I dragged him from the car and laid him on the ground in some snow. I bent down to check his breathing, and was glad that he was breathing normally. I flagged down the ambulance, that made it down the hill with ease.

"You had a kid with you?" one of the ambulance members, Sarah, said. I knew her from having seen her on previous calls we'd gone on.

"Matt wouldn't let me take him to the station, he insisted that all units had to be in," I watched as they loaded Tristan onto the stretcher, placing him in the back of the ambulance.

"Matt? He's new right? Why's he in charge? That's child endangerment," she frowned, checking Tristan over as I sat down.

"I'm not happy about it. He makes some pretty piss poor decisions... But I guess I do too..." I looked at the slight amount of blood that was on Tristan's head, "is he alright?"

She didn't answer, neither did the other EMT's. Having looked over the cruiser, it was smashed in nearly all the way on Tristan's side. I was quite surprised that the impact didn't stop the other driver- but I later found out that it did and they made the arrest while I was down in a ditch, concerned for my brothers life. I felt like an ass, having taken him with me. I should have either let him walk back, or let him stay at the station while I got him lunch on my own. Cody wouldn't be happy. Not at all.

"What do you mean you got in an accident?" Cody shouted over the phone. I called him once we were at the hospital.

"Tristan had to go with me, the other driver slammed into my car and sent us into a ditch, rolling the car... He's in getting a scan now to make sure he didn't hit his head...he was knocked out as soon as the car hit, it was a bad impact."

"You couldn't have taken him back to the station? You put my babies life in danger, Zack! What is wrong with you!" he was crying now.

"Matt wouldn't let me, and he's in charge, Cody. It was either he go with me, or I lose my job."

"Mr. Martin?" a doctor came out.

"I'll call you back, love you..." I closed my phone and turned to the man in white, expecting the worst.

"His collarbone has been broken in a different location to where it was before and he has three broken ribs. Tristan hit his head pretty hard, he's got a concussion, and he's pretty spaced out. Very distracted. We tried to get him to focus on a few things but his mind just wandered off and he wouldn't do what we asked."

"He does that normally," I nodded and began walking with the doctor.

"We ran an MRI and there's some trauma in his brain, but it's not anything serious. It could result in seizures though, and we recommend that you set up an appointment for after the new year to have him get another MRI to see if there's any changes. But while he's home, if he has a seizure there's no need for alarm unless he injures himself or it lasts for more than five minutes. I'll be sure to send you home with some information on seizures."

"Okay," my heart sank further, and I just wanted to rewind the clock and make sure my brother was safe...

We opened the door to the room he was in, and I saw his bright smile, "Zacky," he reached his arms out to me.

I walked over and hugged him, kissing the top of his head, "Hi baby, how do you feel?"

"Tired..." he nuzzled against me.

I stroked his hair, "I'm so sorry..." I could feel tears stinging my eyes and eventually burning my cheeks.

"For what?" Tristan looked at me.

"For endangering you..." I sat on the bed, "I should have taken you back to the station, or backed off that car and not gotten as involved..."

Tristan shook his head, "I'm okay, Zack...I'm fine," he placed his lips against mine, kissing me softly, "It's not your fault, blame Matt," he smiled.

I looked over his face and could tell that he had been crying, but I wasn't sure from what, "I'm sorry though," I kissed him much as he had kissed me and smiled, "I'll take you to get some ice cream, how's that sound?"

"Good."

...Tristan's POV...

Zack wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt me, and I knew it; so it wasn't too hard to forgive him and know that it wasn't his fault. Not all his fault anyway. But Cody might think otherwise.

"Did you tell Cody?"

"Yes."

Shit.

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to," I looked around the room, remembering that the last time I was in the hospital was when I almost got squashed by a tornado. Zack said that when mom and dad died, I was in the hospital then too. I suppose I wasn't very lucky.

"Well, he's your father so I suppose it wouldn't be right to keep it from him," Zack smiled.

My head hurt, and quite frankly, I wanted to leave, "When can we go?"

"As soon as Cody gets here."

"How long is that?" I rubbed my head and frowned.

"He's clear across Boston, he'll be here when he can. I think the problem is traffic and long lines in the stores."

"Can the nurse get me something for my head? It hurts really bad..."

He nodded and got up to find a nurse, and I quickly followed him. I didn't feel a need to stay in the bed, and I wanted to leave as soon as Cody got there with Alex. None of this waiting around and listening to Cody talk to the doctors.

"Check me out," I tugged on Zack's shirt and leaned against him.

"Okay, okay," he signed a few papers while a nurse got me some water and a pill for my head.

I downed the pill quickly and hugged Zack around the waist, "I want to go outside."

"It's cold out, Tristan," he walked me down to the elevator and pressed the down arrow.

"But I don't-"

"It's cold out," he stepped into the elevator, and I frowned.

"Hate this damn place..." I mumbled.

"Watch your mouth," he lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the cafeteria, setting me at a table.

We sat for a while, looking around the room and being oddly quiet. I could tell that Zack was in a really, really, bad mood. Something was eating away at him and I figured it was either me, himself, or Matt. I switched my side of the table and crawled into the bench that Zack was sitting on. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, pressing his face into my hair. I really loved Zack, he was warm and comfy and smelled good.

"Zack?" we both looked up to see a raven headed girl walk into the cafeteria.

"London?" Zack smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same," she sat down across from us, "I own the hospital."

"Wow, that's cool... I was just here with Tristan..We got in a car accident."

She turned and looked at me, "This is Tristan? Wow, he's gotten so big...I haven't seen him since I lived at the hotel...are you two alright?"

"Yeah, he's fourteen now... I'm getting so old!" Zack smiled.

"You? You're getting so old? I'm a year older than you!" she pouted.

"Zack..." I tugged his sleeve and pointed to Cody and Alex.

Cody looked angry, beyond angry. I couldn't tell right away if he was mad at us, or mad at that new guy Matt. He stormed over with Alex trailing behind, soon bolting ahead of Cody. Alex flung his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck, planting small kisses on me as he did so.

"I'm glad you're alright..." he looked at the bandage on my head, "you are alright, aren't you?"

"I'm fine."

"How dare he! How dare he insist on you being in that chase while you had Tristan in that damn car! He wouldn't allow you to take him somewhere?" Cody shouted, his fists shaking.

"I'm sorry, Cody, I really am...I should have ignored him and brought Tristan home or to the station," Zack scooted me out of the way and stood up, hugging him.

"I wanna go home," I pulled Alex from the cafeteria and hugged him in the hallway.

"I know you do," he looked back into the room and we heard Zack explaining something to Cody.

"...something about seizures and him having to have another MRI soon...just to make sure everything is alright."

...Alex's POV...

"What's wrong with me?" Tristan asked, looking to me for reassurance.

"I don't know," I walked him over to Zack and Cody, "what's wrong?"

"Tristan has some trauma in his brain that might cause seizures, so we have to be careful and make sure he doesn't hit his head," Cody said.

"Seizures?" Tristan frowned, "Can we just go..." he hung his head, walking toward the door without us.

"London, why don't you come over for coffee or something?" Zack turned and smiled nicely at the girl beside Cody.

"Okay!" she smiled and skipped outside to a limo that was waiting.

"Come on Alex," Zack placed his arm around my shoulders and walked me out into the parking lot.

"Tristan, wait up," Cody ran ahead after Tristan who was clear across the lot, looking for our car.

"You know he's not mad at you," I said to Zack as we walked along.

"I know..."

"He doesn't blame you either," I jumped in front of Zack, grabbing the keys as Cody tossed them, "can I drive?"

"Yes," he got in the front while Cody and Tristan loaded into the back.

We were pretty quiet on the ride home, I did the speed limit so London's limo driver wouldn't lose us. I wondered what we were going to do with the Christmas presents Cody and I bought. They were in the trunk and we didn't want Tristan to see them, but I didn't want to leave them out in the cold. I'd ask him when we got home. I drove into our driveway and parked the car, getting out.

"Good job," Zack smiled and picked Tristan up as he got out of the car, carrying him inside.

"Can we go fishing?" Tristan asked.

"Fishing?" Zack smiled and sat on the couch with Tristan in his lap.

"Ice fishing," Tristan smiled and nodded.

"Awfully cold," Zack leaned back and held onto Tristan, rubbing his stomach as he turned on the TV.

"I want to go," I crawled over and smiled, leaning against Zack and Tristan.

"We'll see," he rubbed my side and held onto the both of us.

Cody was in the kitchen with London, making some coffee while the three of us laid on the couch, watching Tristan flip through the channels on the TV until he found some cartoons. He zoned out, watching Spongebob while I smiled up at Zack.

"What's up?" Zack patted my side.

"I'm hungry, do you want something to eat?"

"Whatever you want."

I nodded and sat up, walking over to the kitchen. I dug through the fridge and couldn't find what I wanted, everything looked gross.

"There's steak in the freezer, defrost that," Cody said, stopping his conversation with London.

"Thanks," I smiled and opened the freezer, finding a large steak. Cody had marinated it before freezing. It looked good, and had little to no fat. I hated fat on my meat, as did everyone else in the family. Unless it was bacon. I tossed it into the microwave and hit defrost, watching as it spun around.

"Tristan, come back and sit down."

"But I'm hungry too!"

I heard Zack and Tristan talking behind me, so I turned to see what Tristan was doing. He was walking over to the kitchen, limping slightly. I shook my head and leaned on the counter. My brother wasn't that lucky, always getting hurt one way or another. But he kept going.

"I want veggies," he opened the freezer and found a bag of broccoli in cheese, "cook it for me?" he smiled cutely.

"Duh," I kissed his forehead and took the bag, reading the directions.

"Thank you," he smiled and walked back to Zack, sitting in his lap.

I took the steak from the microwave and tossed the veggies in, turning them on to cook before throwing the steak on the stove. As it slowly cooked I walked over to Cody who was deep in conversation, wrapping my arms around him. I pressed my lips to his ear before whispering to him.

"When do you want me to bring in the presents?"

"Tonight..when he's asleep."

"Cody? Can Tristan have another pill? He's in pain," Zack called over.

"Yeah, of course."

"I'll get you some water, Tristan," I grabbed a glass and filled it up with ice water, bringing it to my baby brother.

...Tristan's POV...

I smiled and took the glass from Alex, downing the pill Zack had given me. My chest hurt from breaking my collarbone, again, as well as my sides. The doctors put me on morphine, and as much as Cody hesitated with filling the prescription, it was best.

"Zacky..." I smiled, straddling his hips, "are you alright?"

"Yeah...Are you?" he hesitated with answering.

"I'm fine...but I want to tell you again that you did nothing wrong..."

"But-"

"-Don't 'but' me, mister," I giggled.

"Silly," he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek, "when do you want to go get ice cream?"

"I dunno.."

"Bye Zack! Bye Cody! Bye Tristan and Alex!" London waved out the door with Cody walking her there.

"Bye," we all said together. London was strange, and as nice as she was to me and my brothers, I didn't find myself too fond of her.

"Why don't you two save your ice cream trip for when we go on vacation?" Cody walked over and sat on the couch, kissing Zack.

"Where are we going?" I asked quietly.

"Mm..." Cody smiled, "I thought I'd let you pick, Tristan."

I thought of the many places we could go. The place we liked the most was taking an hour drive to Cape Cod and staying in cheap motels that were by the beach. But maybe since we all knew about each others relationships, we could go somewhere where we could be alone? But where was a place like that...?

Cody pulled me into his lap, kissing me softly, "Decide yet?"

"Somewhere romantic..." I kept thinking.

"We could rent out a private island," Alex suggested, putting a plate of cut up steak and veggies on the coffee table.

I grabbed a fork and stabbed a few pieces of broccoli, eating them while my brothers talked about where we should go.

"What about a cruise ship?" I suggested. Everyone fell quiet and just looked at me, the aura in the room dropped. I didn't understand what I said that was wrong, why Zack and Cody were suddenly upset, "I'm sorry... Did I say something wrong?"

"He had to find out someday, right?" Zack looked to Cody.

"I guess so..."

"What?" I felt bad.

"We used to live on a cruise ship when we were younger," Zack began, "Cody's boyfriend, Oliver, almost killed the two of us. Twice."

"We won't go back on a ship..."

"I'm...sorry," I looked to the floor.

"It's not your fault, Tristan.." Zack smiled, "you didn't know."

"What about Grenada?" Alex interrupted, eating some of the steak.

"Where's that?" I asked.

"The Caribbean," Cody smiled.

"Oh," I wasn't good at mapping things out, trying to find where places were. It was hard for me to remember. Most of the time I couldn't remember the states and where they were, never mind their capitals. Thinking about geographical things made me think of school, which made me think of my brother dropping out.

"Lexi..." I turned to him.

"What's up?"

"Are you going to tell them?"

Alex thought for a second, recalling what he had told me, "Yeah, I forgot..honestly."

"What are you going to tell us?" Zack asked.

"I decided that I'm going to drop out of school..."

Cody looked as if his world fell apart, "What? Why? No you can't do that, I can't let you."

"Cody, Cody," Alex walked over and sat down, "listen to me..."

Cody sighed, "Continue..."

"I'm going to get my GED, right away...There's this place near by that will walk me through everything and I'll take my test for it and I should know in two weeks after I take the test to see if I passed..."

"What about-"

"-I'm going to college, that's my reason for dropping out...I want to get a head start and make something of myself."

Cody took in a deep breath, pulling Alex into a hug, "Okay love...Just please go to college... And don't ever scare me like that again."

I smiled, getting up from Zack's lap. I wanted to shower but wasn't sure what to do about my bandages. The bandages I had were wrapped around my entire chest and most of my stomach. I frowned and turned to Zack.

"How do I shower?"

He smiled and got up, "I'll help you."

We walked to the bathroom and I carefully undressed. Zack turned on the shower and let it warm up before he left, coming back with a roll of plastic wrap.

"What's that for?"

"I'll show you," he pulled out part of it and began wrapping it around my bandages, "They wont get wet now, okay?"

"But what if they do?" I stepped into the shower and let my hair get wet.

"Just try and avoid the shower on the plastic," Zack pointed the shower head down, "better?"

"I guess..." I washed up quickly and scrubbed at my hair.

Zack grabbed a towel and opened it up, lifting me into it, "Want to get your pajamas on? We'll relax today..."

"Yeah...but can I take a nap? These pills make me sleepy..."

"Yes," he sat me on my bed and removed the plastic from the bandages, making sure I was dry. He grabbed me some night clothes and dressed me in them, laying me under the covers, "Sleep well.. if you need anything you call me, okay? I'll be right here."

I grabbed his shirt and looked at him, "Stay?"

He looked as if he had to think about it, but he soon smiled and removed his shirt, crawling in with me, "I'll stay with you," he gently held me and we fell asleep together.

I know it's highly unlikely that something like that would happen (with the police chase) but come on, it's fiction.. I can do as I wish! MY STORY BITCHES!