Chapter Twenty - Ignoring the Mess.

Flopping down onto her bed, Wendy let out a heavy breath. She stayed still for a moment before rolling over onto her back and gazing around the four purple walls of her bedroom. For three weeks of being in her new room in her new house, the unfamiliarity of it all had been creating a bit of a void within the rest of the happiness she felt since coming back to South Park. But now, there was nothing to leave her feeling empty anymore. Any abnormal emotion left in her heart had been completely erased now that she had Stan back.

The thought made Wendy's skin tingle as an uncontrollable, goofy grin crossed her face. Her mother had been absolutely thrilled by the news. Mrs. Testaburger adored Stan – she always had. And surprisingly to Wendy, even her father had been happy to hear about it. It was such a relief for him to know that his little girl was with a boy who could be trusted and who wouldn't hurt her. After all, Stan had proven that enough over the past number of years.

Now, there was just one important person left for Wendy to tell.

Unlocking her mobile phone, the teenage girl blushed and smiled at the old picture of her and Stan that she had already set as her wallpaper. As she managed to tear her eyes away from the delightful memory, Wendy began scrolling through her top few contacts until she came across Bebe's phone number. With each ring that echoed into her ear, Wendy felt her excitement continue to grow until her best friend finally answered.

"Hello?"

Wendy beamed, "Hey, girl!"

There was a moment of short silence before Bebe opened her mouth to respond, "Sorry, who's this?"

For an instant, Wendy frowned in confusion. But soon enough, the sarcastic tone of her friend's voice sunk into her awareness, causing the dark haired girl to roll her eyes, "Bebe."

"Because you sound an awful lot like my best friend," Bebe carried on, "But she's been completely M.I.A. since a super weird phone call yesterday afternoon."

"Come on, Bebe, I'm sorry."

"I've been texting you non-stop for twenty-four hours straight, I can't even find you online anymore," the blonde girl argued, "Where have you been?"

"I know, and I am really, really sorry, okay? But," Wendy stopped, smiling to herself again, "But… I've been with Stan."

An immediate gasp expelled from Bebe's lungs at the words from her friend "Oh my God, what?" she exclaimed, "Okay, tell me everything right now and you will immediately be forgiven!"

Covering her mouth, a small squeal escaped Wendy. The next words she was about to utter still felt unbelievable to say, "We got back together."

The precise second that the final word left her mouth, Wendy impulsively held her phone away from her ear with a giggle as Bebe screeched in surprised happiness.

"Holy shit, no way!" she cried, "Are you serious? You worked it out? He took you back? Wendy, how, what happened?"

Wendy laughed, slowly shaking her head. The frantic ramblings from her best friend were practically verbalising every thought in her own head. Where was she even supposed to begin?

"I dunno', he's just… he's just amazing," Wendy spoke down the phone, fallen into a trance, "It was bizarre, it all happened kinda' quick. I basically just barged into his house, and we started arguing again, but then… I dunno', we kinda' just worked it out, and then I kissed him and…"

Feeling her face flush red hot at her next thought, Wendy paused once more. Falling back into the pile of pillows at the head of her bed, she chewed down on her bottom lip. She could only imagine how Bebe was going to react to what she was about to tell her next.

"And… we slept together."

Bebe's previous scream was immediately thwarted as she shrieked a high pitch squeal into the phone, "Oh my God!" she shouted, "Oh my God, Wendy! You gotta' tell me everything – was it amazing? Was he amazing?"

Scoffing at her best friend's notoriously unapologetic nature, Wendy shook her head again, "Girl, it's not like I have anything to compare it to!" she joked back, "… But, duh, he was perfect."

Bursting into an array of giggles with her oldest friend, Bebe blew out a sigh of blissful relief, "Well, I knew you two would work it out eventually. You belong together."

Sensing her heart beat gently increase, Wendy shut her eyes for a moment. It was indescribable how thankful she was that the images of her and Stan entwined with one another weren't just in her dreams anymore. But then again, maybe it was all really just as simple as Bebe was making it out to be. Maybe all along they were always just going to fall back into place with each other.

"So, it was all worth the wait then?" Bebe suddenly asked, snapping Wendy awake from her deep trance.

"Yeah, totally," Wendy instantly agreed, not stopping to consider what she was about to say next, "I'm so happy we didn't end up doing it in your pool when – "

Abruptly shooting her eyes open and cutting herself off, Wendy sprang forward on her bed and bit down hard on her tongue. She and Bebe may have been best friends, and they may have told each other absolutely everything, but surely Wendy was allowed to make claim to just one deep, dark, little secret?

"Umm," Bebe stuttered over a surprised laugh, "… Excuse me?"

Bringing her hand to her forehead, embarrassed by her own stupidity, Wendy could only reciprocate her friend's laughter. Clearly she was just far too excitable. But, hey, who could blame her?

She was in love.

"Okay, funny story…"

"No, Kenny! I said I wanted to drive the army tank!"

"Well, next time try picking a character that doesn't run as slowly as you do in real life and maybe you'll get to the base before me. Now, go beat up a hooker and steal a Ferrari and quit your bitching!"

Laughing to himself where he was relaxing at the end of the couch, Stan shook his head while he watched Cartman and Kenny's half-hearted attempts to co-operate in the video game they were playing. Reaching forward to grab another slice of pizza, the teenage boy sighed happily, taking a gulp of the beer in his other hand.

This was exactly how he pictured his weekend taking shape. Fatty foods, a couple of quiet drinks, and acting like a complete idiot with his three best friends. There wasn't really much else that could top all of that. Well, Stan at least thought that there wasn't until he had been proven oh-so-wrong the night beforehand.

He couldn't hide the beaming smile that had taken up a permanent residency on his face. The surprising little added feature of getting back together with Wendy after two years and getting to spend the night with her was definitely something that Stan wouldn't trade back for anything else that weekend could possibly offer. If anything, it was the irresistibly delicious cherry on top of the cake.

If only everybody he cared about could see it all that perfectly.

Turning slightly to his right, Stan crinkled up his nose in annoyance at the image of Kyle slumped carelessly at the dining table. For the whole time that his friends had been at his house, Kyle had probably only mustered about three or four words and certainly hadn't dared crack a smile. Instead, his time had been spent stewing in silence. Of course he was worried about Stan and his newly re-built relationship, but the dark haired boy couldn't help but suspect that his best friend was presumably feeling a little sorry for himself, as well.

Reluctantly scratching the back of his head, Stan groaned inwardly as he stood up and retrieved a can of beer for Kyle. They had to get this awkward conversation out of the way sooner or later.

Approaching him with a small smile, Stan licked his lips to speak, "Dude, can I talk – "

"No."

Faltering at the sharp tone that he had been cut off with, Stan frowned at his oldest friend, "Kyle – "

"Stan, no," Kyle repeated coldly, "I'm not interested in anything you have to say."

Holding his hands out to the side in surrender, Stan took a mental step back as he gritted his teeth together in frustration. Maybe it was time he took a note out of Kyle's playbook on confrontation.

Standing over him and shoving the cold can of beer against his friend's chest, Stan brought his voice to a slightly louder volume, "Dude, stop being such a goddamn pussy and come outside and talk to me."

As his eyes widened at the unexpected command from his friend, Kyle watched Stan spin around on his heels and march towards the backdoor. He slid it open and slipped outside, making sure to leave it open for Kyle to follow him. The Jewish boy remained still for a short second or two, before stubbornly forcing himself out of the dining room chair and joining Stan out in the chilled autumn air.

By the time Kyle had convinced himself to enter the backyard, Stan had already taken a seat on the wooden picnic bench by the fence. Trudging through the thick, white snow, the red headed teen wiped off the opposite seat and cracked open his can. He had a feeling he was going to need a drink for this discussion.

Continuing to examine the displeased expression on Kyle's face, Stan rolled his eyes, "'Ya know, I'm not even particularly at liberty to give you any kind of explanation."

This comment soon sent a reaction buzzing through Kyle's mind as he narrowed his eyes at his best friend, "Bullshit Stan!"

"Well, do you wanna' hear it, or not?"

Falling to a defeated silence, Kyle chewed down angrily on his bottom lip, waiting for Stan to try and talk his way around the obvious mistakes he was making. Before long, the boy in the red poofball hat shrugged his shoulders.

"It's actually pretty simple," he spoke, "She came over, she explained herself and she apologised."

Kyle scoffed, "And, what, that's all it took?"

"Yes, actually, it was," Stan spat back, "I told you yesterday that I still loved her – you didn't seem to have a problem with it then."

"Yeah, because you weren't stupidly acting upon it."

"Nothing was ever gonna' stop me from acting upon it," he argued more heatedly, "I'm sick of trying to live without her, dude."

"What seriously makes you think anything's changed?" Kyle asked with a patronising laugh, "How many more times are you gonna' let her screw you over?"

"She's not going to do anything like that to me again."

"How the hell can you be so sure?"

"Because she's been through just as much these past two years as I have!"

Feeling his frustrations boil way past breaking point, Kyle thudded a closed fist down onto the wooden bench, "Why the fuck does everyone keep telling me that?"

The fire building between them was quickly extinguished as Stan took a deep breath to calm himself, shooting Kyle a softer expression. He looked down at his friend's scrunched up fist, falling to some heavy hesitation. He really wanted to explain to Kyle everything that had happened to Wendy while she had been gone. He wished he could, but somehow Stan thought that his girlfriend wouldn't want her near traumatic experiences being spread any further than they had to.

Quickly trying to think of anything else to say, Stan watched as the tense muscles in Kyle's hands began to relax before he opened his mouth to speak again, "Look, dude… I don't want you to think that the bullshit you and me went through has all been for nothing now."

Hopelessly shrugging his shoulders, Kyle chuckled in disbelief, "Well, it's kinda' hard not to."

Stan was trying to stop the sense of defeat from dawning on him. It seemed like every argument he attempted to make would only run into another one of Kyle's stubborn road blocks.

He shook his head, "You know I told her all that? I showed her my arm, dude, it nearly killed her."

Kyle cringed at the thought, quickly biting his tongue. There were a thousand spiteful things he almost wanted to say as he imagined Wendy finally seeing for herself how messed up Stan had become. But he and his best friend were already at odds enough, and the Jewish boy quickly thought better of his instincts.

"And she still thought it was a good idea for you two to try again?"

Stan's answer was immediate, "It's how we both knew that we could. We've been through enough and learnt enough to be able to accept it if it doesn't work out again."

"It's easy to say that now," Kyle sniped with a scoff.

With each sarcastic dispute from his friend, Stan sensed his own body begin to tense up in anger, "I know I can be okay, Kyle."

"Oh, yeah?" Kyle instantly grunted, "How?"

This final patronising blow was the last straw for Stan as he threw his arms out either side of him and impulsively brought his voice to a raging volume, "Because of you, you fucking idiot!"

The confusion on Kyle's face had flow across it instantaneously. There were certainly a couple of mixed messages being hurled from the teenager opposite him. The insane anger in Stan's voice was definitely saying one thing – but the words that had accompanied his tone? It almost sounded like Stan was… grateful for Kyle?

Stuttering over a reply, Kyle groaned out a bewildered sigh, "What do you – "

"Just listen to me, okay?" Stan sharply cut in.

As the two of them fell back to an apprehensive silence, Stan furrowed his brow. Forming thoughtful, emotion packed sentiments wasn't exactly his forte. But in the past two years, he had certainly gotten more practice at it. Which kind of tied in with the whole point he was about to make. That, along with one thing that Wendy had said to him the night before.

Kyle deserved to hear how much Stan truly appreciated him.

"I'm… so insanely happy that I've got Wendy back. And after knowing what it's like to be a part, nothing is gonna' change that," he started, noting the squirming expression on Kyle's face, "But, I wouldn't have been able to get to this point if I hadn't overcome everything back then. And I know I wouldn't have been able to overcome everything back then if it wasn't for you."

Locking eyesight with his best friend, Kyle sensed his anger begin to slip away. And then, Stan smiled at him.

"Kyle, you saved my life."

Instantly, Kyle's stomach twisted up in knots. His memory flew back to that night two years ago when he had barged into Stan's bedroom. It made him feel sick. He hated not knowing if there was anything more he could have been doing for his friend, and what he hated even more was being unsure if any of it had even truly sunk in. But now?

"Stan – "

"I'm sorry if I've let you down," Stan carried straight on, "But I just need you to understand that I'm strong enough to do this. It doesn't mean that I don't need you, especially if it all turns to shit again, I just – "

"I'll be here."

Fastening their shared vision, the two best friends ultimately grinned softly at one another. Kyle honestly wasn't very sure what to do with himself. His soul was still soaring from the grand praise that Stan had given to him. But for one thing, his mind was at least clear now. As clear as Stan's had become the night before. He needed to trust his best friend and his judgments, just as Stan needed to trust that Kyle was only trying to have his back – like he always had.

"So you can be okay with this?" Stan asked with an appreciative smile.

Taking a sip of his beer, Kyle rolled his eyes, "Do I really have a choice?"

Finally joining together in an agreeing laugh, Stan mirrored his friend's actions, bringing his own can to his lips. The happiness that settled within him was instant. Were all the most important people to him actually now on the same page? It all seemed far too good to be true. Which, of course meant that it all probably was.

"Uh, there is one thing though," Kyle spoke awkwardly.

With his smile quickly turning to a frown, Stan watched as Kyle drummed his fingers against his can of beer.

The red headed teen then cleared his throat, "What are you gonna' do about Darcy?"

The moment that Kyle merely mentioned her, Stan groaned at the thought of Darcy. Her name left a nasty taste in the back of his throat. It wasn't anything to do with her, though. She was still the sweet, beautiful, caring person that she always had been. The only thing making Stan feel sick now was the thought of how much of a gigantic, horrible jerk he had been to her.

Sighing to himself, Stan rubbed his forehead, "She's been texting me non-stop since Thursday night."

Kyle's eyes widened, "Really?"

Reluctantly nodding his head, Stan pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly checked his text messages, "Twice since I've been out here talking to you."

Stan had never dug himself a hole this deep ever before. He had used Darcy, and she wasn't even aware of it yet. But she wasn't the only one currently being left in the dark.

"Does Wendy know?"

The sound of her name leaving Kyle's lips made Stan's insides shudder. The past twenty-four hours that Wendy had been a part of were the most amazing of both of their lives, and Stan wasn't prepared to ruin that in even the slightest. Making any kind of mention about another girl, particularly one who was crazy about him, definitely qualified as putting a damper on the delightful events.

Just as the dark haired boy licked his lips to answer his best friend, the two of them jumped in sudden surprise at the sound of the backdoor sliding open.

"Stan?"

The sweet tone echoing across the yard made Stan's heart flutter. Quickly locking eyes with Kyle again and answering his question with a subtle shake of his head, he then looked over his shoulder to gaze at Wendy.

The teenage girl had eaten dinner with her parents at home and had now returned in a fresh set of clothes. She was all too excited to pick up her weekend with Stan right where they had left off, but suddenly, her eyes narrowed at the sight of Kyle sitting outside with her boyfriend.

"Oh," she murmured simply, "Sorry, bad time?"

Straight away, Stan had gone to answer her, but instead, he felt a smile consume him at the sound of Kyle's voice from behind him.

"Nah," the red head replied, "We're good, we're just coming back in now."

Slightly taken aback at Kyle's willingness to speak to her, Wendy soon felt her heart settle happily in her chest. The two boys definitely seemed to be on much better terms than they were a few hours ago. Which, of course, had to mean better for Wendy, as well.

As they crossed the yard back towards the house, Stan glimpsed at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. Everything they had spoken to each other was still cycling throughout his mind. It meant the world to Stan to know that after everything he still had Kyle's support. It was almost as powerful as the fact that he had been there to save him when Stan needed it.

Taking a step closer to his best friend, Stan placed his beer can in his opposite hand so he could drape thankful arm around Kyle's shoulders. The Jewish boy allowed himself to be enveloped for a short second or two before he playfully wriggled out of Stan's grasp and pushed his friend to the side.

"God, you're such a fag."

Scoffing at his joke, Stan chuckled to himself. He pushed Kyle back, and well out of the way, before diving through the backdoor and latching his arms around Wendy's hips. His heart rate soared at the sound of her sweet giggles. Sure, he may have been having a fun time hanging out with just the guys, but Stan couldn't deny how refreshed he suddenly felt just by laying eyes on Wendy again.

Thinking back to Kyle's last comment, Stan looked over his shoulder to see his friend shutting the sliding door behind him. As soon as Kyle looked up, Stan smirked sarcastically at him, pulling Wendy closer and kissing her tenderly on top of her head, "Clearly you haven't been paying attention."

Kyle merely rolled his eyes, chugging down the last of his beer. He and Stan may have sorted all of their issues out, but none of that meant it was going to be any easier for the red headed teen to re-adjust to seeing his best friend back with his ex-girlfriend again. But Kyle would try. For Stan, he would try.

As the three of them re-joined Cartman and Kenny in the living room, and Wendy went on to tell Stan about how happy her parents were that they were back together, the dark haired boy could only stare at her. Taking in each exquisite sound that left her mouth and every ounce of beauty that simply flowed from her pores, Stan sensed a deep yearning ache across his entire body.

As much as wanted to sweep her off her feet and place her on a pedestal and float beside her on cloud nine all the way to school on Monday, Stan knew that there was still something else he needed to sort out first. There was the largest possible lump of guilt dwelling uncomfortably in the pit of his guts. He wasn't being entirely honest with Wendy. But what was probably worse than that was the fact that Darcy was expecting them to now be together after kissing at school on Thursday afternoon. Stan had been ignoring the thought of it all for as long as he could, but crunch time was fast approaching.

He needed to come up with a solution. One that was primarily based around his absolute number one priority – he wasn't going to anything that would possibly risk hurting Wendy.

Cozied up under the warm blankets, Wendy flicked over the next page of her book. She was nestled up against a number of pillows at the head of Stan's bed. The wind was rustling quite strongly outside and was tapping a few thin branches up against the bedroom window. The teenage girl was resting comfortably in a pair of long pyjama pants and a white tank top. The lamp beside her was switched on as she was getting enjoyably lost in one of her books that she had brought over from her house. Below her in the living room, she could hear the four boys getting a little louder and a little wilder with each extra can of beer they drank. But, of course, Wendy could only shake her head with a giggle. She wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now.

It was almost eleven-thirty, but after their late night exploits the night before, Wendy was already pretty tired. About half an hour earlier she had told Stan that she was going up to bed, but he could stay up with his friends for however long he wanted to. As long as Wendy woke up beside him the next morning, that was all she really cared about.

Just as she finished reading the last page of a chapter in her book, an exhausted yawn escaped the back of Wendy's throat. Placing it down on the bedside table, the dark haired girl then leant forward a little more and turned off the lamp. Sighing into the instant darkness, Wendy adjusted the mountain of pillows behind her and pulled the blanket up to her chin, snuggling down into the warmth of the bed.

With another small yawn, Wendy rolled onto her side and finally shut her eyes. She immediately settled into all the delightful thoughts that crossed her sleepy mind. There was something just that bit more comfortable about falling asleep in Stan's bed rather than her own. All the familiar sights and scents were all she needed to effortlessly slip off into a peaceful land of dreams.

Right as she almost managed to do just this, Wendy's brown orbs abruptly shot open at the sound of some clumsily heavy footsteps climbing the staircase. Waiting in the silence, the dark haired girl then jumped in surprise as the bedroom door clicked open. Looking over her shoulder with some slight confusion, Wendy licked her lips to speak into the dark room but was rapidly cut off as the figure above her took one step too close and stubbed his toe against the bed.

"Fuck!"

Instantly recognising the voice, Wendy burst into an array of giggles.

"What are you doing?" she asked, reaching for the bedside lamp.

"No, no, it's okay, don't turn the light on," Stan answered groggily, "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nah, I've been reading," Wendy spoke sweetly, "What are you doing up here, I said I didn't mind if you wanted to stay up with the guys?"

Struggling to escape the trap that his pants seemed to had captured him in, Stan soon wriggled free, dumping them and his t-shirt on the bedroom floor, "What? No, dude, fuck the guys, I wanna' go to sleep with you."

Again, Wendy started laughing as Stan collapsed into bed beside her. As he pulled her closer and she rested her head on his chest, she could smell the stale scent of alcohol on his breath. But she didn't mind – it's not like he was completely trashed, or anything. He was only a little tipsy. And Wendy could already tell that it was going to be sort of hilarious to see.

"Sorry you had to go home earlier," the drunk teenager droned apologetically.

Hiding her laughter, Wendy craned her neck up and kissed Stan on the cheek, "Don't be, it was fine. I spoke to Bebe on the phone for, like, an hour," she recalled, smiling to herself, "She's super happy for us."

"Heh," Stan chuckled, "Good."

Echoing his sentiment, Wendy snuggled up closer to Stan. The grin across her face grew as another topic from the conversation with her best friend reappeared to her.

"I told her about the pool."

It took Stan's memory a few seconds to tick over, but soon enough, he clicked with a loud laugh as he sprung back slightly from Wendy and looked down at her, "Oh my God," he sniggered, "That was good… That was so good, that's when I first saw your boobs. I love your boobs."

Wendy's eyes widened to the size of saucepans as she belted out a laugh of shocked disbelief. She teasingly pushed Stan's hand away at its attempts to creep up her shirt as she shook her head, "I'm pretty sure they haven't even grown since we were fifteen, either."

Stan stared down Wendy with a narrowed expression. She wasn't particularly blessed with the same endowment as some of her friends. She was just big enough to fit into a 'C' cup, but Stan had never even thought about it. Not one bit. He was a man who was easily pleased.

Bringing her back towards him, he expelled a drunken hiccup, "Well, I like 'em. They're perky and sexy and fit perfectly into my hand."

Wendy rolled her eyes with another snicker, "Are you always this romantic when you drink?"

Registering her sarcasm, Stan fell to a sharp quiet. Their night hadn't exactly gone the way that either of them had pictured or planned. Not that Wendy seemed to mind, though. In fact, as Stan groaned mutely in an attempt to gather all of his tipsy thoughts, all he could suddenly seem to concentrate on was how understanding Wendy had been about their surprise interruption earlier that afternoon. And seeing as it was on a weekend where they were supposed to be purely incarcerated with one another in their private little bubble, Stan knew he needed to make it up to her somehow.

As the silence stretched onward, Wendy slowly became that much closer to falling asleep again, until Stan decided to stumble over his drunken tongue once more.

"Do you re-remember Homecoming?"

The sudden turn in conversation, along with his messy stuttering caused Wendy to frown, "Two weeks ago? I think I can stretch my memory."

Stan smirked at her cheeky response with a shake of his head. She had always been so quick-witted, and always so cynical. But Stan would never want her any other way.

"You were the most prettiest girl at the whole thing."

Choosing to ignore his stumbled speech and poor grammar, all that Wendy could hear was her boyfriend's beautifully sweet compliment as she leant up from his chest and stared down at his loving face through the darkness.

Beaming back at her just as affectionately, Stan softly spat out another hiccup before he smiled at her and went on, "All I could think about all night when I saw you was how much I wanted to dance with you and kiss you."

The tender words had escaped his lips in a soft whisper as Wendy sensed them reverberate in her very core. Her skin was immediately prickled with goosebumps and she felt the very ends of her fingertips tingle as she delicately stroked the side of his face.

"Aw, Stan," she cooed happily, tilting her head down to meet his lips in a devoted kiss.

Even with the underlying presence of beer, he still tasted as sweet as ever as Stan softly pecked at his girlfriend's lips. He clutched at Wendy's waist, bringing her closer down towards him until they finally parted from one another. Innocently running his hand up behind her shirt, he stroked the small of her bare back and found her dazzling brown eyes through the darkness, smiling at her.

"I love you."

Feeling her heart thud and her face turn red, Wendy could only giggle as she playfully ripped Stan's red poofball hat off his head and threw it to the floor before settling back into his embrace, "I love you, too."

Their second night together had ended so sweetly. But, in saying that, it wasn't exactly what Wendy had been expecting. If anything, considering what they had been doing before being interrupted by Kyle and the guys, and the fact that Stan had been drinking, Wendy was sort of thinking that her boyfriend would have been planning to finish the job that they had started.

But, he had surprised her. And as she adjusted her position in his loving cuddles and heard him murmur to her to have sweet dreams, Wendy sensed the most powerful contentment stir within her. Nights like these showed her that there was nothing more she could ever ask for from Stan, or from anybody.

Hello friends!

Another chapter down, and things just seem to remain as complicated as ever. Did anybody think that Darcy had been forgotten about? Because she certainly hasn't, and Stan is going to have a lot of work to do to sort this mess out... Any thoughts on what may occur once the blissful weekend is over?

Also, if you haven't read my semi-important author's note at the end of the last chapter, please do! I am in dire need of some assistance to influence this story! :)

Thanks as always for reading and reviewing! You guys are the bomb.

Till next time guys,

Reneyyyyyyyy x