Author's Note- I'm so glad this chapter didn't take too long to write, it just spilled out.

Thank you reviewers and readers, of course. To say the least, your comments to the last chapter had me either smiling, dancing, or crying with overbearing happiness. Some made me laugh so hard, my teacher questioned my sanity. I blurted my regular excuse... Coffee. I swear its like a rainbow in a cup!

As you guys can see, the rating has been changed. This took a lot of consideration, and the answers will become more clear in the future. I promise to make the story of extreme T-rating worthy though. Also, yes, I changed my penname. I am no longer Amethyst-Blood Crimson-Tears, but Alasyn of Crimson Amethyst. I don't know exactly why I wanted to change it but I like having my actual name in there... hehe.

Random News: Get this, tomorrow I am getting my new reading glasses- never had the money to get a proper eye exam- and by the end of the month I will have a full mouth of braces. :) I'm a late blossoming nerd!

Enjoy this chapter, things are starting to get... intense.

At this point… I'd rather go insane in a mental institution than spend one more second in denial or being deluded.

Chapter 14- Conflicted or Waiting

The more Derek thought about it- which was a lot over the following week- the more it made sense for Chloe to be with Simon. Honestly, Chloe was his type. Cute, spunky- bitter humor would be a better way to phrase it- and blonde. Rationally, what did Simon have to offer that Derek didn't? Well, just about everything.

Simon knew how to treat girls. He knew all the tricks, all the charms, the jokes, the availability of his attention, the powers to keep a strong relationship. As strong a relationship as high schoolers' could hold. He knew how to respect a girl. He knew how to treat her right. He knew how to honor her boundaries, but provide just the right amount comfort and controlled- for lack of better words- fluff.

What did Derek know? Hell, before Chloe, he hardly talked to any girls other than Tori, and he still had a hard time doing so with Chloe alone. He didn't know how to charm her and he certainly didn't have Simon's sense of humor, unless his berating banter and sarcasm could count. He didn't have Simon's patience, he didn't know how to comfort- even as much as his methods seemed to be enough for Chloe, he doubted it would be every time. He didn't know how to act, where it was permitted to keep space or not. Unlike Simon, he wasn't good at reading those signs unless he took note of the fear in the eyes of his peers. Then he kept his distance from them all together.

What could he give Chloe that Simon couldn't give ten times better?

Derek halted at the top of his porch, having jogged the neighboring blocks around his house in his daily run after school, calming his rough breathing as the cold December air stabbed at his lungs. He was permitted to stay out a little later because it was only Wednesday, where on Thursdays he had to cut his run short for dinner. As of five o'clock, the sun cast the sky into an eruption of yellow and deep purple colors. And though it was particularly cold, but not quite below freezing, Derek merely wore a pair of dark shorts and a gray t-shirt that stuck uncomfortably to his clammy skin. He was half tempted to rip it off.

His mind reeled around his blatantly obvious obsession the entire run, just as it had every day, just as it had since he first laid eyes on her. The effort was now tedious and overwhelming, almost like his reoccurring moves as his dad used to jump from job to job to job.

His latest question wasn't whether Chloe was worth anything anymore, because she was. It wasn't whether she felt the same for him either, because she didn't. It wasn't whether she was willing to be his friend or not, because, due to recent events and realizations, It was obvious that she cared and she did.

All the questions jumbled together into one of agonizing inquiry that was somewhere along the lines of how could he have been so stupid as to think he stood a chance?

Against Simon?

All the girls liked Simon.

Though it was particularly painful, and Derek was definitely jealous of Simon's relationship abilities, Derek could accept that Simon was right for Chloe. As much as Derek believed Chloe was right for him, he was not right for her.

Besides, Simon could make her happy, as corny as that sounds, Derek was okay- was going to have to be okay- with that because he wanted that for Chloe. He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to be safe.

Derek rolled his shoulders, and shook his head, attempting to clear it, but only managed to have his damp hair fall into his eyes and stick to the perspiration on his forehead. Derek hoped that eating would make a good distraction, because his stomach was rumbling and protesting from lack of protein, and it usually served him some grace and peace of mind. Unlike his beloved runs that betrayed his thoughts.

Derek was halfway to the kitchen, having taken the rest of the porch in stride, as well as the entry hall and the living room, when there was a slightly quiet but sturdy knock on the front door. With a sigh and a desperate sound from his stomach, Derek turned back around and made to open the door.

All at once, he was glad that he did and wished that he hadn't.

"Chloe?"

Said girl instantly snapped her eyes up at him, having been previously distracted by pushing her keys into her school bag- her small, silver Prelude sat contentedly at the curb in front of his house- and her blue eyes met his with a smiling glow.

"Hi-" She happily chirped at first, but then she cut off mid speech, eyes taking in the condition of his matted hair and sweaty face before her smile fell and her eyes wandered down his stature. Her eyes penetrated him in a way that made him self conscious. What in the hell was she-

Derek looked down at himself, finding that his t-shirt was indeed stuck against his chest, giving those who looked well enough a good view of- well, of everything.

Derek was big, but he wasn't bulky. Hadn't Chloe been aware of that before?

Derek would have called himself a fool for thinking he was self conscious before. He crossed his arms over his chest, which didn't really help because Chloe's eyes traveled to his arms. Exasperated, Derek exhaled in frustration.

"Chloe."

She blinked. Then blinked harder and shook her head, foggy, distracted eyes finally bouncing up to meet his with question.

"Huh," She squeaked stupidly.

"What are you doing here," Derek asked a little harsher than he had originally intended. But it was considered rude in society to stare. And it was easily picked out when that thought dawned on Chloe once her eyes widened and cheeks heated a delicious color.

"I-I'm here t-to-"

"Derek? Who's at the door," Kit asked as he came up from behind Derek, probably having made his way from the kitchen. Where Derek should be right now, he noted as his stomach continued to pester him.

Derek moved aside a bit so that his dad could see their guest, and once Kit caught sight of her his eyes sparked with recognition. A friendly smile spread across his features, one Derek remembered ever since he was a small child.

"You must be Chloe. Simon told me you would be stopping by to work on your project before you have to present it tomorrow, correct?"

Derek turned his attention to his father, several questions flitting through his mind. Simon had invited Chloe over to their house? They were going to finish their project? His dad had known about this and was okay with it? Why hadn't he been informed? Wasn't everyone aware that Simon was at try-outs for the basketball team this very minute?

"U-um, yes," Chloe said politely, though still seemingly flustered. Kit nodded, then quirked his brow in question.

"You're a little early, Simon still isn't back from basketball try-outs."

"Oh, I thought I was supposed to be here at five. I'm sorry Mr. Bae, I must have misheard you on the phone earlier. I can come back-"

More questions; Chloe had talked to Derek's dad on the phone earlier?

"No, no, it's quite alright. He should be back within a few minutes. You can hang out here until then if you wish. Unfortunately I have a few errands to run, but I'm sure Derek can keep you company until Simon arrives," Kit said and he passed Derek a dazzling- but extremely innocent- smile.

At this point, Derek was downright suspicious.

"S-sure." Chloe said, though her brows pushed together in slight confusion, looking just as puzzled by Kit's actions as Derek felt.

"Of course, I mean, you're alright with it, right Derek," Kit added, giving his son a scrutinizing gaze. A gaze that said, 'You're going to be okay with this whether you really are or not.' Derek gave him a wary look and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"I suppose so."

"Great!" Kit beamed, then turned back to Chloe who looked despairingly lost. "Well, Chloe, it was very nice to finally meet you after hearing so much from both my boys." Her adorable blush returned at Kit's comment, and Derek swallowed back his desire to stroke her colored cheeks. "I hope to see you around more often, but for now I must cut this greeting short. Have a good night."

Chloe nodded, and smiled, though seemingly forced behind her perplexed features.

"Thank you, Mr. Bae. You too."

With an approving smile, Kit nodded and grabbed for the keys on the table that stood on the landing of the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. He slid past Chloe and trotted to his car, as if trying to escape as fast as possible.

"Your dad is nice," Chloe stated quietly, that smile she had when Derek first opened the door had returned with a slight sense of timidness as she kept her eyes on his. Derek nodded slowly and stepped away from the opening of the door so that she could come inside. He didn't like the nearly invisible trail of Goosebumps rising up her neck as the cold air continued to dance against her skin as she stood on the porch. She stepped inside.

"Uh, I was going to make something to eat. Do you want anything," Derek said awkwardly, feeling that maybe it was polite to offer her something. Plus he was desperately trying to keep the two of them from entering an uncomfortable silence. She was quiet for a second, contemplating.

"Maybe some water?"

Again, Derek nodded, and he led her to the kitchen.

Derek got Chloe a glass of water and informed her that he would be right back. He needed to change. Badly.

He did so quickly, taking a little extra time to comb his fingers through his hair and apply a quick coat of deodorant.

Of course, Chloe was only his friend, but Derek really didn't want to smell around her.

When he re-entered the kitchen, he found her bar stool empty, the glass no where in sight. He peaked into the dining room beyond the swinging white door and saw Chloe examining some pictures on the wall. He approached her to see that she was looking at one of him and Simon sitting by a campfire. Simon was holding out a stick with a fiery marshmallow at the end, where Derek looked to be bored and couldn't care less about his own marshmallow catching fire. They were younger in that picture, probably about twelve.

"That was at Andrew's house outside Syracuse," Derek stated and Chloe jumped. All too predictable. She shot him a scowl for, once again, startling her before turning back to the pictures.

"Was your dad happy to catch up with him," she asked as she moved along the pictures on the wall.

"I'm sure he was surprised to hear from him, but they didn't talk too long. Before, they could go for hours, but maybe Andrew was just busy."

"You don't believe that," Chloe observed from the tone in his voice.

"Well, I don't know. The vibe between them was different I guess." Chloe nodded and then stopped at a picture a few to the left of the one with the campfire. Her lips twitched up in a small smile, and Derek looked away nervously.

"This is you at that science fair, huh?"

"Uh, yeah," Derek said indifferently, taking in himself from the previous year where he was holding up a blue ribbon with a smirk of victory plastered across his face. He had been hit pretty hard by puberty when he was sixteen and his skin was scattered with blemishes, while his hair hung lank and greasy into his eyes, longer than it currently was. Though Derek didn't particularly feel to great about that picture, he couldn't help but feel satisfied when Chloe's smile grew a hint bigger as she looked at it.

"So." Derek cleared his throat, eager to change the subject. "What do you and Simon have to do for your project?"

Not the best change, because it only reminded Derek of the fact that Chloe was here for Simon, not him. Chloe turned to him with a roll of her eyes. She crossed her arms, covering her necklace she hadn't worn for a few days.

"Does Simon have stage fright? Because, apparently, we need more time to work on our presentation. He doesn't think it's good enough yet, where I think it's perfectly fine," she laughed lightly. Her inflection, the tone of her voice when she talked about Simon was odd. It was merely a playful mocking. Nothing really beyond that. Derek wondered why that was.

"Nah, Simon isn't really afraid of catching the attention of others. Maybe he thinks you're the one who needs to work on your acting," Derek stated as innocently as he could. Chloe scoffed.

"My acting is fine, thank you very much. Besides, we're only reciting a scene from Romeo and Juliet. It's not that hard knowing everyone else is going to butcher it. After all, Shakespeare doesn't even write in English. For all we know, even the most talented of actors could be portraying his vision completely wrong."

"Sure, sure, all excuses," Derek mused making Chloe laugh and shake her head.

Just as Derek was wondering why it couldn't always be this easy to be around Chloe, the door that connected the kitchen and the dining room swung open to reveal a particularly delighted Simon.

Sure, his smile wavered a little at the sight of Chloe and Derek in the dining room together, but he beamed nonetheless.

"Hey, Chloe. You're early. Or I'm late, I didn't think I would be out this long."

"Hi, Simon. How were the tryouts," Chloe asked out of kindness. He own smile dimmed, looking rather forced instead of effortless like it had a second ago.

"Really well. The coach says I have a good chance, but I have a lot of catching up to do." To Derek's surprise, Simon said this somewhat absentmindedly, and his disturbingly good mood didn't make sense. A suspicion Derek never held for Simon before bubbled up in Derek's chest as he wondered what his brother was thinking.

"That's great! So, um, what are your plans, Simon? I'm up for whatever as long as I can get home by seven. My aunt isn't on call tonight, which is rare, so she wants to catch some dinner and a movie."

Aunt, Derek blanched. He didn't know Chloe had an aunt. Was it her father's sister, or her mother's? Where was she working that constantly had her on call, confirming that Chloe was alone most of the time when she wasn't at school or at practice? How close were they? Was her aunt like her father, distanced by work?

Chloe's eyes glowed with excitement at the mention of spending her evening with this aunt Derek knew nothing about. Of course, he had never asked. Hell, he never even asked about Chloe's family before he started making assumptions about them. He shouldn't be too surprised that he didn't know about this subject.

He sure as hell wasn't surprised to find out that Simon knew about Chloe's aunt, reasoned by him nodding in understanding.

Did he know about Chloe's dad?

Her mom?

Could Simon see how much pain Chloe's broken family caused her? Could he understand?

Derek could. Maybe that was what Derek could give ten times better than Simon could ever dream. But, it was probably the only thing.

"It's not too cold outside and our room is a disaster. We could go out back and just go through the presentation a couple times. Twenty minutes tops," Simon assured, though his infliction was slightly rushed and nervous.

"We can't stay inside," Chloe questioned.

"Nah, we need to get through it without any distractions. We don't know when Tori will show up, or what kind of a mood she will be in if she does."

Chloe giggled and shrugged in agreement before turning towards Derek, who happened to feel all but forgotten since Simon walked through the door. Would it always be like this if Simon and Chloe hooked up?

Derek's stomach flipped traitorously at the expectant look in Chloe's eyes. She smiled softly.

"Want to join us? It will give you a good chance to actually judge and insult my acting," she teased.

"Derek has his own school crap to worry about," Simon laughed anxiously, eyes flitting towards Derek before quickly looking away.

What's up with him, Derek wondered. He was acting really- strange.

"Besides, you may want him to criticize your acting, but I don't want him bashing on mine." Chloe threw Simon a look once he finished, obviously seeing what Derek was also sensing. But she shrugged, gave a small wave to Derek, and asked Simon to lead the way.

Derek was left in the dining room, alone with his suspicion and paranoia.

Twenty minutes later, Derek was sitting on the couch in the living room, using the television as an excuse to wait by the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He couldn't see them. The yard was spacious, grand, and filled with a plethora of outlier trees and bushes. He figured they were at the picnic table near the back gate, leaving him with little access of their activities.

He was nervous, anxious, disgruntled. The way Simon had been acting had set him off. Something about his efforts seemed- desperate. Getting Chloe to come over, when she clearly believed they didn't need the extra time on the project, then ushering her outside, while declining the invitation Chloe had given Derek without Derek's say in the matter.

The pettiness of Simon's actions was unraveling, and it was clear he was going to make some sort of move. Derek was merely waiting- impatiently- to see if something would come out of it. Of course, he couldn't deny that nothing was going to happen. Simon always got the girls he wanted. But a small part of him, the part that had been rejecting all his logic and reason since the first day he had met Chloe, dared to hope- strongly believed- that Simon wasn't what Chloe wanted.

So, by the time Derek finally caught sight of Chloe- confirming his earlier assumptions by approaching, at a rather quick pace, from the direction of the picnic table- part of him was a nervous ticking time-bomb, ready to explode with questions that dared to hope.

But one in particular struck Derek in a manner that made his stomach twist with uncomfortable concern and unjustifiable satisfaction, all at the same time.

Why was she alone?

He instantly jumped to his feet at the sight of her slumped shoulders, her defeated posture, her heated cheeks, worry overwhelming the relief. He was across the living room in two strides, sliding the door open and shutting it with a clattered thud. Chloe's head shot up, wide, swollen eyes catching his in something akin to embarrassment and mortification before she averted them. Her pace slowed to a stop in the middle of the yard, keeping a safe distance from him on the patio.

"Where's Simon?" The question came out more harsh and accusatory than he had meant it to, only because he feared Simon was at fault for Chloe's current state of sudden vulnerability. He already claimed to himself that he didn't like seeing Chloe upset. Hurt. It was wrong. And though he could clearly see that something between Chloe and Simon hadn't worked out, he found it hard to believe and unsettling that Simon did something, causing her to look this defeated.

"O-oh, um, h-he said s-something about forgetting his books, or homework. H-he went out the gate a-and said it was probably t-time for me to head home."

Chloe was a horrible liar, especially when she looked so desolate.

"He left you to see yourself out?"

"N-no, I-I told him I could handle it," she explained quickly, not meeting his gaze. "I r-really should get going."

"Chloe," Derek halted her, crossing the space between them to block her path. She stepped back, letting her hair fall into her face. He could see it though, her effort futile. Her eyes were worse than swollen, and her cheeks were stained with dried teary trails.

"You're crying," he whispered, heart beating unevenly in his chest, heat boiling in his gut. "What happened? What did Simon-" He paused, taking a breath to calm his escalating temper. He waited expectantly for her to explain, catching her slight break when her eyes widened and she looked away.

"H-he didn't- there was j-just a misunderstanding."

"What kind of misunderstanding?"

"It's nothing. A-ask Simon."

"Chloe, I'm asking you. What did you do?"

The guilty ridden look in Chloe's expression brought about a sudden protectiveness towards his brother that Derek hadn't felt in a while. He had reasons earlier to believe that Chloe wasn't trustful, and though he actually knew that was seriously not the case, he couldn't hold back yet another accusation from escaping his lips. Chloe stiffened momentarily, confirming something did happen, and she believed it was her fault. Derek's eyes narrowed.

"I screwed up. I d-didn't- I should have known. I should have stopped it a while ago- I-I just didn't realize that-"

"Realize what?"

"I-I really n-need to get home," Chloe urged and tried to step around him, but he blocked her.

"It's hardly six o'clock. What did you do?"

She tried going around him in the opposite direction, but he was in front of her in a second, she glared shortly at him.

"You like Simon, don't you, Chloe?" She jumped at his prying, eyes clearly expressing disbelief, as if she couldn't believe everyone was aware of this, as if she hadn't been aware of it herself.

"Yes, I like Simon. But- n-not-"

"Not what?"

"Talk to Simon, he's the one who-"

"What, Chloe," Derek snapped, while her continuous cutting of explanation was maddening, he used a tone he knew would bring a retaliation from her.

"He knows it wasn't like that. Now h-he does, because he k-knows there is someone else."

"Who?"

Chloe looked conflicted; her gears whirred in attempt to pick the right words. But Derek was left confused. How could she- stubborn, rumored to have everyone's attraction, un-datable, Chloe- like someone other than Simon. Everyone liked Simon. On top of that, his own revelation surprised him, as Derek realized that he didn't want Chloe with anyone unless she had to be, and that someone had to be Simon. Why? So that he could keep a close eye on her. So that she was always around. And, at the moment, he was going to make sure that happened. She wasn't about to ditch Simon- leave him- and flock around with some other guy, no matter how much of her own right that was, Derek wasn't going to allow it.

"There better not be someone else. Because Simon likes you. He really likes you, Chloe."

"I know," she scoffed, taken aback by his sudden tone of demand.

"He's had girls all over him since he was-" Derek paused, counting up the years. "Twelve? Point being, girls have been flocking him for years. Even talking to me, believe it or not, to get to him. Cute girls. Popular girls."

Chloe's eyes suddenly flared and she took a heated step towards him, eyes set with determination and- and hurt. When did this turn around? When had Derek taken a step in the deep end?

"So I should consider myself lucky, shouldn't I? I should be grateful that Simon even looked my way, thanking my lucky stars that someone as nice and respectful as him liked me, is that it?"

"That's not what I-"

"But you're right. Of course you are. I should be thrilled, ecstatic that Simon isn't another jerk who's eying me as a prize, as someone they can tame against the rumors. But no, I had to be the kind of girl who chose the tempered, hot-headed jerk, who can hardly tolerate me, over the sweet, understanding guy that is everything a girl can dream of in a boyfriend."

"I didn't say-"

"Whatever." Chloe pivoted angrily, shoving past him and briskly stepping towards the back door. Derek was momentarily pulled from his flustered and perplexed thoughts; he grabbed for her wrist but she yanked it away.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go home, seeming as though you think I deliberately hurt your brother and believe I'm not even worthy of his affection, and I doubt Simon wants me hanging around either. I'm leaving."

"I'll walk you out," Derek added quickly, not wanting to leave things like this. She glared daggers at him.

"Don't bother, I can kick myself out." She whirled and rushed through the door before Derek could protest. When he heard the front door slam from across the house, he let his shoulders slump, the weight of the situation finally falling against him.

What had just happened?

"How many times are you going to screw this up, Derek?"

Said boy turned towards the voice, eyes catching on Simon's thin figure leaning against the back gate. He had his arms crossed, expression unreadable, though his amber eyes seemed notably clear, as if they had been fogged and blinded over that last couple of months.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. I couldn't have just left, no matter how upset I was. It didn't take long for me to realize how much of an idiot I-"

"Simon," Derek interjected, still feeling perturbed and near a peak in uncomfortable questions. "What happened?"

Simon sighed and pushed away from the gate, slowly approaching his brother. Guilt finally overwhelmed his features and he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

"I don't know, bro. I- I was desperate. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing with you and Chloe-"

"There's nothing-"

"Shove it, Derek. I may not be a genius like you are, but I'm not stupid. At first, I thought it was my imagination. That I was hallucinating about the vibe I was getting from you two. The way you started acting differently whenever Chloe was brought up, or how she acted by the end of our second hour class, as if she were ready to bolt from the room any second; I was in serious denial, having excuses and explanations for everything. I thought I was right once you guys got into that fight, but after you guys made up- I just didn't want to accept it. Like I said, I got desperate. And my suspicions were only confirmed today, which was a major disappointment, yeah, but I feel like an ass, because I've been acting like such a jerk and it wasn't fair of me. Not to you or Chloe."

"Simon, Chloe likes you-"

"No, Derek, she doesn't. That was made pretty clear by the fact that she didn't react once I-"

"You didn't," Derek started, practically growled, startling himself by his own ferocity. Yes, he had wanted that to happen- convinced himself over and over- but now the possibility, the reality, it appalled him.

Simon had kissed Chloe.

"Yeah," Simon murmured quietly. "But," he started, coming back more confidently, more sure. "I have to make amends with Chloe, that's my own problem. I got a little oversensitive, and I overreacted and that wasn't fair to her. She hadn't led me on or anything, and it was my own dumb fault this happened. But, right now, that doesn't matter. It's not about Chloe and I anymore. It's about Chloe and you."

"Chloe doesn't-"

"You know, for a supposed genius, you're pretty dense, bro," Simon stated flatly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Tempered, hot-headed jerk?" When Derek gave him a quizzical look Simon nodded onto the point. "You know, the guy Chloe said she chose over me? Sound familiar?"

'But no, I had to be the kind of girl who chose the tempered, hot-headed jerk, who can hardly tolerate me, over the sweet, understanding guy that is everything a girl can dream of in a boyfriend.'

Derek's eyes widened marginally and Simon exhaled in exacerbation.

"Chloe likes you, Derek. A lot. You need to get that through you're thick skull soon and quit screwing things up with her. Don't just push this away, because you can't. Not anymore than you already have. Because, before you know it, Chloe might get tired of waiting for you. I doubt it, but it won't be easy for you to gain back her respect."

Derek remained silent, slowly taking everything in. Chloe's constant confliction around him and her dislike of his withdrawal, her subtle hints, her sense of ease around him, her ability to share anything and everything with him, the lack of hesitation when she touched him, her rejection to Simon; all reasons to believe that she liked him. Him. Not Simon, not another guy. Him.

Simon clapped him on the back, giving him a small smile of reassurance.

"For once, Derek, you know that I'm right." He turned, shoving his hand into his pockets, an aura of dejection still washed off of him, but Derek knew he would be over it soon enough; Simon began towards the house. He stopped for a second, glancing back at Derek with an odd, humorously pained look.

"Oh, and sorry for being such a sucky ass brother." With that, he took the patio steps and silently closed the sliding glass door behind him, leaving Derek alone as the sky grew darker, though his thoughts grew lighter.

Everything seemed to stand still, casting a truth that, where Derek thought he had things figured out, he really had no clue.

But, he was certain about one thing.

He liked Chloe, and he was going to do something about it.

For some reason, these chapters keep getting longer and longer. :/ Too long for my liking, I don't want to fall back into old habits of taking so long to write, but a lot has to happen without this story being dragged out to no end. I can't guarantee they will continue to be this long. Comments? Concerns? Review please. I can guarantee a Friday update. Maybe sooner ;) Hugs and Loves! Review!