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A/N: Quick Shout Out to my favorite demented evil pixie—She has new stories up: Burn It To the Ground, Never Trust a Hope, ever Trust a Banana, and Bella's Boos. Go check them out, she's in my fav's as, duh, dementedevilpixie!

Kismet and Kindred Spirits

Chapter 9

Amongst Family and Friends

~Bella~

I can't help but touch my fingertips to my lips as I walk into the locker room, my mind more chaotic than a tornado. Trying to describe what kissing Edward is like can only be summed up in one word. Heaven. I'm not sure if that's good enough, but it's the best my addled brain can conjure as I go through the motions of changing into my gym clothes.

I follow the gaggle of girls back out, not paying any attention to what is being said all around me. The teacher instructs us to sit on the bleachers to discuss the rules for volleyball, again, but his monotone quickly fades into the background. The only thing that registers is that we will not be doing anything today. Awesome.

"Earth to Bella," Angela's soft prodding pulls me from my memories of lunch, "Want to tell me what has you so distracted?" She studies me for a moment, watching my features grow bashful, then smiles, "It's him, isn't it? He's back?"

I feel the heat flood my face as I nod, "Yes, Edward's back. I've been waiting for this day for so long Ang, and now that it's here, I just can't help but feel like I'm stuck in the most wonderful nightmare of my life."

Her dark eyes swim with concern and confusion, "Nightmare? Why?"

I sigh and rest my head on her shoulder, "Because the moment I saw him, when he touched me, it was like the past two years didn't happen. It was just us again. No Bella, no Edward. Just Us. But when I walked in here, it was like this whole day has just the best fucking dream I've ever had. Now I'm scared that I'm losing my mind. What if it didn't happen? What if my brain just can't take it any more and has checked out permanently?"

She pats my head gently then points to the doors, "It looks like you're not the only one who has been thinking that, unless you're Price Charming doesn't have auburn hair or look like a model?"

My head snaps up from her shoulder to see my personal miracle trying very hard to get my attention while using the bleachers by the doors as cover. When he notices that he has my attention, his handsome face is overtaken by that goddamn crooked grin that I can't help but smile back at.

"Go to him Bella, I'll cover," Angela chuckles, "It's not like you haven't done it for Ben and me enough times."

I give her a kiss on the cheek and hop up, "Thanks Ang, you're the best," I gush and rush off towards my kismet.

His emerald eyes are sparkling as he flashes that heart stopping grin at me again. "What can I say love?" he smirks as I crash into his embrace, "I missed my girl and my Spanish teacher let me out early to take my papers to the office. Go change so we can get the hell out of here before I lose my mind from not being able to touch you."

My brain doesn't even bother trying to come up with a rational argument over why this isn't a good idea. I just press my lips to his chiseled jaw and dash into the locker room.

I dress in a flash, thankful that the outfit Alice put me into doesn't take much effort to get on and off. It takes no time for me to be changed and literally sprinting back to Edward. I wonder if he'll notice how easy it is to get my clothes off? I hope so.

Oh gods, why did I have to think that?

Because you're horny and you love him and you've practically spent every fucking night of the past two years thinking about him making love to you again.

Oh yeah. Shit, no, stop it!

Make me.

I'm so screwed.

Not yet you're not, but keep this up and you will be!

Shut u--

"What's wrong Bella?" Edward's voice pulls me out of my internal argument, "You look a little upset."

I shake my head as he takes my bag and throws it over his shoulder with his own, "It's nothing, I just want to spend some time with you where no one can bother us."

He extends his hand to me and I take it, reveling in the sensation of our fingers interlocking as we stroll down the hall, "I know exactly what you mean. My dad won't be home for a few hours, but could we go to your place instead? I don't want to take any chances at my house just yet, I hope you understand."

Of course we can, especially if I get to keep you all to myself for a little while. "Yeah, I don't see any problem with that," I reply as we step out into the soft drizzle, "Jake and Leah might try to make you stay for dinner though, if we're not careful. They've missed you too."

He leans down and presses his lips to the side of my neck. "Not as much as I've missed you Isabella," he whispers in my ear before straightening back up, "I can't guarantee I'll be able to stick around for dinner, but I'd love to see aunt Lee-Lee and uncle Jake again."

We reach my car and he is quick to open the driver's side door for me as soon as I unlock it, "After you, my love," he offers with a dramatic wave of his hand.

I stretch up on my toes and kiss him soundly before getting in, "I love you."

He brushes his dampened locks from his forehead as he smiles at my words, "I love you too. See you in a few minutes." He offers a chaste kiss upon my lips before closing the door and jogging to his own vehicle.

I pull out of the parking spot and wait for Edward, but the deviant he is, he pulls out of the entrance and blurs passed me with a cocky grin, honking his horn as he goes by.

Oh, hell, no. I love him, but there is no fucking way he's beating me to my own house. I wrench the car into gear and squeal out of the parking lot after my.....well boyfriend seems a little dull in comparison to what Edward means to me, but people don't take too kindly to calling other people gods, paragons, your reason for living. Yeah, I'll just stick with kismet until I can figure something a little better for social interactions.

Shit. Jasper. I need to warn him that I left early with Edward or he'll freak out and come looking for me. Hmm. I hit speed dial #1 on my cell and wait for him to answer. I know he keeps his phone on vibrate. It's goes to voice mail after three rings, his teacher must be one of the observant ones or he would never ignore a call from me. I listen to his greeting, then laugh, "Um Jazz, it's your friendly neighborhood stalker. I plan at being at your house before you get out of class and this time I'm bringing a friend. Laters!" I flip the phone closed, smug with my cryptic message.

I'm prepared for a hard race with Edward and his SS, but as soon I hit the main street of Forks, I spot Edward's SS parked at the gas station and he's leaning against the side, filling up. I want to beat my head off the steering wheel but instead opt for also filling my tank and picking up smokes for Jasper and myself.

He's polite enough to wait for me, chuckling as he eyes the two cases of Red Bull and the pumpkin spice cappuccino that were last minute additions to my purchases. "Addicted to caffeine much love?" he taunts as I stride passed the hood of his car.

I shrug at his words, unapologetic, "I hate sleeping Edward, you remember that, and I'm almost out back home."

He spent many nights during childhood sleepovers holding me to drive away the nightmares of the car crash that killed my parents and nearly killed my brother. Sometimes I still crawl in bed beside Jasper just to have someone near, but no one has been able to keep them at bay like my kismet. Edward is nodding in understanding as I slide into the Supra and buckle up before pulling out in front of him to lead the way home.

My nerves finally make an appearance when I pull into the garage and get out out wait for Edward to park. I try to be calm and mature, but my brain short circuits yet again and before I realize what's going on, I drop the bags and bolt across the driveway, leaping towards my love as soon as he's out of his car.

Like two magnets in perfect alignment, his arms easily catch me and draw me closer to him, my head immediately finding the crook of his neck and I remember how Edward believed that it was made to fit my head against him perfectly.

We don't speak for a long while, we're too enraptured simply holding each other. Lucky for us that the drizzle has stopped, and despite the chill that now hangs in the air, I'm not cold. I could care less about the weather though, the way we are clinging to one another, I know that I will never feel cold as long as he his holding me.

Unfortunately, Seth's excited yapping is what finally forces me to break the perfection of the moment. "I have to let Seth out of his kennel or he will just get worse. Right now is simply a warm up," I explain as I reluctantly shift just enough to alert Edward to set me on my feet.

He obeys, also reluctant, and presses his lips into my hair before chuckling quietly, "Maybe we should take him down to the beach for a while, our apology for ignoring him like that. It will give us time to talk and give me space to run when Jazz and Ali show up."

"Sounds good to me," I admit and move to step away to retrieve the bags I had dropped when he snags me by the waist and grins impishly when I snap my head around to ask what he was doing.

"Did you truly think that I would let go of you so soon, my love?" Edward inquires while scooping up the bags himself before leading the way to the house, "Unless you want me to, that is."

I shake my head, not wanting him to misunderstand my intent, "I just wanted to get my shit out of the driveway before said brother or the evil Red Bull fairy ran it over sweetheart. I never intend on letting you go ever again either, Edward Cullen, to answer your asinine question. I would rather die than be without you."

He stops us on the front porch and turns to face me, the emotional storm raging in his green orbs causing me to gasp. "You are my life Bella. Every breath I take belongs to you. I know that I left you broken and bleeding, and how I wish I could take it all away, but I know I can't."

He gently brushes that back of his hand along my cheek, the cups it tenderly, his thumb ghosting across my lips, "All I can do now is spend every waking moment proving to you how much I love you and that nothing in this world but your word will ever make me leave your side again. It may sound stupid and irrational for a seventeen year old teenager to say these things, but it does not stop them from being the truth. Please say that you believe me Isabella, I need to hear, to know, that you still have faith in me."

I huddle into his chest and his arms fold around me protectively, "I trust you, always," are the only words that I can manage in response to his heart felt confession. I feel him bury his face in my hair and exhale loudly, it feels like a sigh of relief, but he says nothing aloud. His answer is as simple as holding me tighter.

Too soon I am forced to release all but his hand as we make our way through the house to drop off my bags and continue out the back door to my overexcited pup, who is bouncing like a kangaroo on speed.

Edward laughs at Seth's energetic greeting, "I thought he was only like this because I hadn't seen him in so long," Edward confesses as he hooks Seth's leash to his collar and I open the gate, releasing the bouncing 95 lb ball of energy.

"Nope," I laugh as the half wolf begins walking Edward and I down the familiar path, "He is always a happy, vibrating ball of wolfy insanity. That's why he has to be kept outside when no one's home. He'd tear the house all the way to the foundation in a matter of hours. In all honesty, he's like the canine version of an unmedicated Alice."

"Wow, now that's saying something," Edward murmurs, in awe of the dog currently trying to dislocate his shoulder," I didn't think anything else on this planet could match that evil pixie when it came to being hyperactive."

I nod thoughtfully, then grin at his perplexed expression, "Yes, well on the account you picked him for me in the first place, I guess I can blame you then," I poke him in the side, inciting a yelp and another laugh out of him.

Once we reach the shoreline, Edward releases Seth from his tether and laughs aloud as the canine streaks down the patch of sand at full speed. "Be right back," he whispers in my ear, his soft lips brushing against my skin and coercing a ripple of pleasure to run through me.

Before I can answer, he lets go of my hand and starts chasing the half wolf, his mirthful guffaws floating over the sounds of the ocean. I find an almost dry rock to sit on and watch Edward play fetch, then tug-of-war with Seth.

After about fifteen minutes, Seth refuses to relinquish his stick so Edward accepts defeat and trudges over to me while Seth does a victory trot across the sand before settling down to chew apart his prize.

"What are you thinking?" he asks as he sits beside me and takes my hand in his.

I off him the cigarette I just lit and light me another, "I was thinking that all of this is too good to be true. I had spent so much time believing that I was going to have to bleed my trust fund dry to find you and yet here you are, in the flesh, and you still want to be with me. I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up and you'll still be gone."

His form blurs with the tears that have welled up, "You've always been a dream come true for me Edward, and no one has their dream come true twice, this isn't some fucking fairy tale where everyone gets their happily ever after."

He shifts sideways and cups my face in his warm hands, "I understand exactly what you mean, but I'm here Isabella, I'm real, and I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. Nothing would make me happier that for us to spend every day of forever together. We'll make our own damn version of a fairy tale, if that's what it takes to keep you for all eternity."

I lean into his touch, letting him guide me to lay against his muscled chest, "Forever it is then. I'm going to hold you to that, you know."

He hums in contentment as I settle into his lap, "I look forward to the challenge. You do realize that I'm going to marry you some day? I don't want any of those other assholes out there to have even a glimmer of hope that they might stand a chance with you. You are mine, I am yours, end of story."

"Did you just fucking propose to me Edward Cullen?" I chortle as I lean back to look into his eyes.

He shakes his head and blows out a cone of smoke, "No I didn't, you silly girl, and I'm not going to, because proposing will make it sound like you have a choice in the matter. You and I will get married one day and that, my love, is simply stating a fact."

"Presumptuous much? How do you know I'll accept?" I ask playfully, amazed as his boldness. The Edward I remember was not as sure of himself. This Edward was a new creature and I can't help but wonder what happened to make him like this.

He shrugs nonchalantly, "You call it presumptuous, I call it our destiny. Pick whichever word makes you feel better Bella, as long as you realize that resistance is futile."

"Okay, no more Star Trek for you Geekward," I giggle as he nuzzles my neck.

"What the hell are you doing to my sister Cullen?!" Jasper yells, making us both jump. The whole gang is strolling towards us, grinning like idiots.

"I'm trying to convince her to run away with me and leave all you psycho fuckers behind!" Edward shouts back.

I attempt to scoot off of his lap, but his arms hold me firmly in place. "You're not going anywhere," he growls softly against my hair.

"It looks like you were trying to have her for dinner," Alice quips as she hops onto the rock and sits down, "Care to share a bite?"

Edwards arms tighten ever so slightly and his grin turns impish, "Sorry, I don't think I have enough to spare Ali, get Jasper to buy you a new toy."

"Ew, I don't think I want to hear about Alice's sex toy collection," Rosalie whines, but her eyes are soft as she takes in the way Edward and I are wrapped around one another.

"I could stand to hear a little more. Ouch! Dammit Rose!" Emmett confesses, earning him a swat from his wife.

"James and Victoria will be here shortly," Alice informs us, "Tori's off today and Jazz and I thought it would be nice if we all had dinner together on account Bella has been monopolizing our long lost brother. Not very fair Bella, by the way, we missed him too. Good thing I'm an understanding kind of girl or you'd be in deep shit."

I can see Edward's cheeks flush when Alice says the word 'brother'. "That's a great idea Ali," he murmurs and goes to muss her hair, but she nimbly dodges his hand and sticks her tongue out at him.

"Hey! Watch the hair, you dyke kissing ape!" Alice squeals and everyone bursts into laughter.

Edward shakes his head in mock annoyance, "I forgot how something so small could be so damn annoying."

She leans over and kisses his cheek, "It's only one of the services I offer free of charge. Welcome home Edward, we missed you."

"I missed you too. It's good to finally be home," he answers and leans down to give me a soft kiss, his lips lingering until the whistles and catcalls force us apart, laughing at our friends antics.

Soon after James and Victoria join us and the boys decide to play a game of football on the beach while us girls make fun of them. When Rosalie warns us of the time, we have to resort to underhanded tactics like flashing our bras at the boys to get their attention. They aren't happy when the four of us link our arms around each others waists and leave them behind, mouths hanging open. Edward and Jasper scramble to collect Seth and the boys follow us home.

"I'll make dinner for everyone, I hope everyone likes steak." I offer as we reach the back porch. Everyone nods their agreement as we file inside.

"I'd like to help, if you don't mind Bella," Edward offers when we reach the kitchen, "Just like old times angel."

"Woo-hoo!" Jasper shouts from the living room, where he's putting music on. I can hear Rob Zombie's 'Never Gonna Stop' start blaring out of the speakers, "We're in for some real fucking good food tonight!"

Edward and I exchange a conspiratorial grin before beginning the dance that comes with the instinct of knowing what the other needs as we prepare dinner for our family.

Jake and Leah don't seem surprised when they come home to a house that has been overrun with teenagers who are dancing madly and making dinner. It truly is like old times, just with a few more friends in the mix now.

"So, how was school today, my darling demon spawn?" Leah asks as Edward tosses her and my uncle bottles of water from the fridge.

"Edward almost got into a fight before he threw Bella over his shoulder and carried her out to the woods to ravish her," James taunts while he steals a piece of carrot that Edward is cutting and pops it in his mouth with a satisfied smirk.

"On Bella's birthday to boot. Edward, what did I always tell you kids about fighting?" Jake chastises as he happily eases himself into one of the island stools and props his feet up on another.

"Um, never start a fight, but make damn sure you finish it and if you know that you're going to lose, take the bastard with you. But most of all remember one thing above all others," Edward recites, sliding the vegetables from the cutting board into the large salad bowl, "Chicks dig scars." His jade eyes flash to mine and I give him a wink and a smile in agreement.

Jacob nods approvingly, "It's nice to know that you haven't forgotten all of your lessons, my young padawan."

"Yeah, it's too bad that Bella never bothered learning the rules in the first place," Alice giggles mischievously, "If she had, she would have remembered that the second rule is 'Don't Get Caught'."

I make a face at her as I pull the steaks out of the broiler, "I think my brother has finally fucked your brains out Ali-cat. That's the third rule. The second rule is 'Never fight fair because the other guy won't either'. As it is we're breaking the first rule so I don't want to hear it out of anyone."

"What's the first rule?" James inquires, his blue eyes alight with curiosity.

Everyone in the house turns to him and Victoria, serious expressions on our faces as we snap ato attention. "The first rule of Fight Club is, you don't talk about Fight Club!" we shout in unison before resuming our activities like nothing happened.

"Whoa, you weren't kidding when you said your friends were fucking nuts Cullen," James muses, taken aback by our little exhibition, "At least I know you get it honestly now."

"Jay, you have no idea how true that statement is," Leah chortles while she pulls plates out of the cabinet and sets them on the counter top, "Scary as it may be, this merry band of heathens have actually matured a great deal in the past year or so."

Jacob pokes my bronze haired boyfriend in the shoulder,"Edward, why don't you call your mother and ask her to join us? I'm sure that Esme has had to eat alone enough to make her never want to do it again. Besides, we'd love to have her."

He grins and digs his cell out of his pants pocket. She must have been near her own, because she answers quickly, "Yeah mom, um, don't mean to put you in a bind but uncle Jake and aunt Leah want you to come over for dinner, if you're not busy. We're having steak and shit. Yes, Bella and I cooked mom. Really? Awesome!" He looks to me, "Love, mom wants to know if she needs to bring anything for dinner. She's offered to pick up a cheesecake sampler for dessert if we want."

I shrug a shoulder while trying not to drop the pan of steaming hot baked potatoes on the floor, "That's fine sweetheart. The best I was going to be able to do was ice cream. Tell her thanks for me."

His grins grows impossibly big, "She said it's fine mom and thanks. Okay, see you in a few. Love you too mom."

"A little excited about your mom coming to your girlfriend's house for dinner Eddie?" Emmett teases as Edward shoves his phone back into his pocket and kisses my cheek.

Edward flips him the middle finger, "Sit and spin Em. You're wife tells me you like that sort of thing. So what's it like being the bitch in the relationship? Does she have your collar and whip stored in her purse in case you decide to misbehave?"

"Go fuck yourself Cullen," Emmett snickers, "I'll get even this weekend when we have our game over at Ali's place. I love running over cocky wide receivers."

"Alright, that's enough, this isn't a pissing contest," I growl at the boys, "Dinner is done, go get washed up so we can eat when Esme arrives."

Within fifteen minutes, Edward's caramel haired mother is knocking on the front door with not one, but three large cheesecake samplers balanced in her dainty hands. "I know how much Edward and James eat all by themselves," is her only explanation as I take two of them and step aside for her to come in.

If anyone would have told me that making dinner for this group was going to be like feeding a pack of ravenous wolves, I wouldn't have believed them. Now I'm a true believer. After two embarrassing rounds of happy birthday and convincing Esme that there is no reason to feel guilty about not getting me a present, we make it though dinner mostly unscathed. Emmett is the only one who tries to sneak off in a weak attempt to weasel his way out of helping clean up, but a whispered threat from Rosalie has him jumping into the chore with both feet.

In an underhanded gesture, I made sure to prepare a plate of food beforehand for Esme to take home for Carlisle, to which she laughs and accepts whole-heartedly. Over dinner she explained that Carlisle has been sleeping on the couch or at the hospital since he made the conscious decision to bad mouth our family, then change all of the pass codes on their security system and not bother telling anyone the new codes until the next morning. She believes that this simple plate of food is just one more way to exact revenge over his blatant idiocy.

It's harder than I believed it would be, to let Edward out of my sight, when it's time for him to go home. Seeing him walk out the door causes the ghost of the wound in my chest threatening to rip itself open again.

I bite back a cry and rush out after him, wordlessly throwing myself into his arms. I can't stand to see him leave. As we stand on the porch, wrapped in each others arms, the fear that this is all just a dream resurfaces and the tears begin to fall.

Edward looks on the edge of panicking as his fingers brush the salty droplets from my cheeks, "What's wrong Bella? Did I do something?"

I sniffle and shake my head, "I'm just so goddamn afraid that none of this is real and the second that you are out of my sight I'll wake up and see that you're still gone. I don't know what to do," my words trail off into a strangled sob as I begin sobbing against his chest. My hands hurt, I'm gripping his jacket so tightly, but the physical pain is a mere shadow of the pain inside of me.

He strokes my hair lovingly and repeatedly plants tender kisses all over my face and lips, "Bella, Bella, Bella," he melodically chants between each kiss, "I'm real. I love you. I'm here and no one is going to take me away ever again, my love. I have to go to my parents house for now, so mom doesn't catch hell from dad, but I will be here bright and early tomorrow morning to pick you up for school. How does that sound?"

I don't trust myself to speak my acquiescence, so I do my best to stifle another embarrassing sniffle and nod, my shoulders slumping in resignation.

"Please don't look so sad Isabella. I can't bear to see you like this, not again, it's killing me," Edward asks, his voice low and hoarse. I look up to see tears trickling down his beautiful face. He forces a tight smile for my benefit, "This is just as difficult for me angel, but I've managed to remember something that you haven't yet."

"What's that?" I mumble, unconvinced that there is anything but his uninterrupted presence that could stop the pain inside of me.

"I remember that we have the rest of our lives together," he states, removing his hand from my hair to caress my cheek before pressing his lips to mine fervently.

His tongue immediately darts across my lips, begging for entrance and I sigh happily as I grant him his wish. Our mouths move in a slow yet fevered ballet of love and something else akin to desperation, our tongues stroking and swirling around one another as we subconsciously try to make the kiss ever deeper.

My fingers find their way into his hair and I pull him closer, making him moan into my mouth and pulling my body impossibly close to his. I can feel his arousal pressing against me and as his hips twitch ever so slightly, it's my turn to moan into him. I can feel the corners of his mouth turn up slightly when the sound escapes me, he knows exactly what he is doing to me.

After and infinite moment, his lips separate from mine and he rests his forehead against my own, "I will call you tonight, no matter what King Carlisle has to say about it. I love you, my Bella. Happy Birthday my love."

I squeeze my arms around him as tightly as I am able one last time before making my arms let him go and instantly feel colder as our bodies break contact. The strange current flares as his hand slides down my arm until only our fingertips touch, "I love you Edward, come back to me soon," I whisper when the connection is finally severed.

The flash of pain in his eyes is evident, "I will come back tomorrow, Isabella, I swear," he vows in a voice so low that it's obvious that the words were only meant for me to hear.

As he gets into his car, I do something that I never thought I would ever have the strength to do again. I close my eyes and start counting to one hundred an twenty, out loud, as the tears come again.

Suddenly I have the crunching of gravel and arms are wrapping around me, "Oh god Bella, don't do that," Edward begs, his voice breaking, "Don't make me leave you like this, not like this. Please, show me those beautiful brown eyes and tell me that you love me."

I force my lids upward and gaze into his pools of green which are darkened by the tears falling down his face as well. "I love you Edward, you know that, but I don't think I can handle you leaving me again. I don't know how I would survive it this time."

"It would kill me to even try Bella," he confesses, "Just try to remember that it's only for a very short time. I wouldn't be able to let you out of my sight otherwise." He pulls out of our embrace and begins unbuttoning his dark blue shirt. With a smirk, he slides it off and holds it out, "Put it on, you're cold," he insists with a light shake of the garment.

I shove my arms through the sleeves and he winds it around me before giving me a chaste kiss and a hug. "I will be back to get this tonight after my parents are in bed, keep it warm for me. I have your other present to bring you anyways," he murmurs into my neck then presses his lips to the pendant he gave me before letting me go. "Turn around and go in the house Isabella. I love you and I will be here tonight."

Without another word, he marches to his car and gets in without a look back in my direction. I determinedly turn on my heel and walk back into the house, complying with his wishes, but I can't help but lift my cloth covered hand to my nose and breath in the sandalwood, cinnamon, and honey smell that is distinctly my Edward.

Okay, I know not much happened in this chapter other than seeing the gang hang around at home. I thought it was good to see everyone pal around with minimal drama going on.

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