Just Because My Eyes Are Closed Doesn't Mean I'm Not Looking/ Could She Really End It There?

Keith was right behind the guard the whole way to the door he had walked in only minutes before. He pushed it open, but neither Cameron nor the guard was anywhere to be found. He took a step forward and was met with two arms pushing him against the building.

"Where is he?" Keith's eyes watered as he slammed against the building.

"Who?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You know damn well who." Keith's vision cleared and he stared the guard right in the face.

"Look I don't know where he went, you were the one that was right behind him, but even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

"Listen you"

"No you listen" Cameron said coming out the door with a deadly look on his face. The guard let go of Keith and turned towards Cameron. "I wouldn't take one more step if I were you." Cameron said reaching in his sleeve and pulling out the knife Lance gave him. Keith flinched. The guard stumbled back a step with his mouth slightly open. "You are going to forget all about me. I am going to walk away and you will never come near me again."

"Okay, okay sure, just put the knife down." Cameron started to lower the knife, but then he grinned and raised it to the guard's throat. Keith was frozen against the wall.

"No, on second thought that's not going to be good enough."

"Cam, calm down." Keith pleaded.

"What do you want?" the guard asked. Cameron switched the knife to his left hand and walked closer to the guard. He smiled and brought his fist to the guards face.

"CAM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Keith cried.

"Come on Keith you should know…no?...well let's see if you can guess after I do this." Cameron said and turned back to the guard. "Give me your shoes."

"What?" the guard asked rubbing his check.

"Give me your goddamn shoes." Cameron snarled.

"Wha-" Cameron punched him again, this time on the nose. When he had his face in his hands Cameron kicked him and he fell to his knees.

"Now are you going to give me your fucking shoes?" before he could answer Cameron gave him another kick. The guard fell to the ground.

"I repeat ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SHOES!?" The guard nodded slightly sliding his hand across the ground towards his shoes.

"Recognize this yet Keith?" Cameron smiled. Keith gulped. He did.

"Y-you were the one in the parking lot?"

"Very good Keith!" Cameron squeaked like he was talking to a dog

"But how? Why?" Cameron looked down at the guard who was slowly untying his shoes.

"Faster!" Cameron screamed and stepped on his hand just like he had stepped on Keith's. "Why? WHY? Because I poisoned Damian."

"So you beat the shit out of me?"

'Did you not just hear me? I POISONED DAMIAN!"

"I kind of guessed it was you… and you forget I also tried to poison him…but why does that mean you have to beat the shit out of me?

"Have to be fair don't we Keithy? I don't want Damian getting all of the fun."

"but how?"

"I'm faster than you think. I ran out of the hospital room, realized I poisoned Damian, was disgusted with myself, found an old coat and hat in the dumpster, put them on saw you walk out and …well you know the rest."

"How'd you get a knife?"

"Funny you automatically assumed it was a knife."

"What was it?"

"Rusted piece of metal I broke off the dumpster…" he turned to the guard "See you should consider yourself lucky that I actually have a knife this time."

"Thrilled" the guard spat. His shoes were off and he was attempting to sit up.

"Now now no need to take that attitude." Cameron crouched down and looked him in the eyes.

"Fuck you" the guard spat.

"Unfortunately you won't have time for that because your story has a different end than Keithy boy's" he said and brought the knife plummeting into the guards back. Blood poured as Cameron pulled out the knife.

"I'm…glad…I killed…yourfriend." The guard wheezed.

"Dumbass, you should never piss of the nut with the knife." Cameron sneered and rolled him over. "It gets you nowhere in life." Keith watched in horror as Cameron brought the already bloodstained knife crashing down into the guard's chest. Keith couldn't believe what he had just seen. He pried himself off the wall and walked over to Cameron who was taking the knife out of the guard and ramming back into his chest over and over again.

"Cam…do you realize what you just did?"

"I butchered an asshole."

"You killed a man."

"Like I said butchered an asshole."

"He's dead because of you…he's dead and he's not coming back…and you killed him." Keith was in shock and Cameron was…laughing? Cameron cleaned the knife off on the guard's clothes and stood up.

"Do you know how I got this knife?"

"Cam?..."

"No, of course you don't. Someone gave it to me, I'm not gonna tell you who, but when they gave it to me they told me to use it whenever anyone tried to hurt me…" Keith swallowed. "Now when you kissed me I knew that it was a pity kiss and I knew that your heart really belonged to Damian. I suppose in a way mine did too. But-"

"You got it wrong Cam, I mean don't get me wrong I love Damian. I want Damian, but there was a time, I think it was somewhere in between the first kiss and the taking off our shirts, when I really wanted you, and then when you were the first person I saw after I woke up and you were the one comforting me when I needed my stitches …erm re-stitched I guess you'd call it I really thought I loved you…I think there's still a part of me that does. When I went looking for you after those strange men came for you I went back to Damian. He had gotten worse and my heart broke for him. I was going to ask him about you and leave, but I got sick and he asked if I still loved him…and things were said…and I realized that I can't live without him. I want to be there for him when he needs someone. I want to be the first person he calls when he has good news."

"That's all very touching, but you never let me finish. I knew all of that already. I knew you picked Damian over me…and I am okay with that now, but at first it sucked. So you hurt me and now I am going to hurt you back." Keith took a step back.

"George? Who was that on the phone?"

"An old friend Damo."

"That's nice…your friends talk to you…" Damian broke off into a small coughing fit.

"Do you need some water?" George asked. Damian nodded slightly. George walked over to Damian's bedside where there was a pitcher of water and a cup. He poured Damian a cup and handed it to him. Damian took a drink and put the cup back on his bedside table. Damian was awfully quiet. "Damian…you okay? You feel sick?"

"No, I'm not sick, but I'm not okay either."

"What's wrong?"

"I miss Keith and Cameron and I want out of this hospital!"

"Well you are getting out of this hospital and Keith will be back with Cameron sooner than you think."

"I'm scared George." Damian turned to George with wide eyes.

"There's nothing to be scared of Damian, the worst part is over."

"I'm scared that I may have… lost my two best friends. I don't know… what to do without them. I-it's not that I don't… appreciate you and the… others being here …because I do! It's nice… to know that we were… more than just band… mates and I want you… to know that if the… situation was reversed… I would be there… for you." George nodded. Damian coughed again. "I just…want to be better." He said and slumped back against his bed. Even though he hadn't moved from the hospital bed in weeks he had lost a lot of weight and Damian was skinny to begin with. George wanted to help him, he would have traded places with him if he could. He couldn't look at Damian's face anymore. His eyes were quickly filling with tears and he didn't want Damian to see, not that he was afraid to cry in front of people he just didn't want Damian to feel worse than he did. His eyes fell on two coats in the corner. He recognized one as Keith's and hoped to God the other one was Cameron's. He walked over and picked them up.

"Damian, I may not be able to give you your best friends back right now, but I can give you a shell of them." He placed the coats on Damian's bed. George could barely move his hands out of the way before Damian snatched the coats up and buried his face in them. He had Keith's coat in his left hand and Cameron's in his right. When he looked up he had a goofy grin on his face.

"Thanks George!"

"Anything I can do to help you." Damian laid back down cuddling with both coats.

"Do you think Neil and Ryan are ever coming back" he asked.

"of course, you know them they probably stopped for a beer or something"

"yeah…"

"Don't worry Damian Neil won't let Ryan stay mad at you…erm you know Ryan's not actually mad at you, he's just stressed."

"Like Paul?"

"Paul…is Paul." Damian chuckled.

"Yeah he is definitely an individual…I'm not too worried he's always been dramatic."

"Yes he has."

"Who are ye talking about?" Damian jumped slightly. George turned to look at the intruder on their conversation. Damian's smiled broadened and he almost jumped out of the bed and then he remembered he couldn't.

"PAUL!" Damian shrieked and then coughed a few times.

"Easy there." Paul said. He looked like crap, but Damian couldn't have been more happy to see him. Paul hadn't taken more than one step into the room and he was acting funny.

"I'll…leave you two alone." George said. Paul turned to him.

"No George stay." He practically pleaded.

"Umm okay?" Paul turned to Damian.

"How are you feeling?" Damian shrugged.

"Better I guess. I mean I haven't thrown up in 2 days and I think my fever has gone down. I'm just so tired all the time and I still have this nasty cough."

"Well I am glad to hear you are better…" Paul wouldn't look Damian in the eyes.

"Paul?...I'm really glad you came back."

"Look Damian about that stuff I said…all of its true don't get me wrong, but I wanted to say that maybe it is true on a smaller scale. I had been keeping some of those thoughts and feeling inside for…so many years and now that I am out on my own I'm scared I won't make it. Not to mention, I was worried about you and Keith seemed like the only tangible villain.."

"But he's not."

"Can we not talk about him? I don't want to act like a lunatic again."

"Sure…what do you want to talk about?"

"Something good…like the fact that you will be out of here soon."

"Yes, I can't wait to sleep in my bed…and actually use a bathroom instead of a bedpan." Damian blushed slightly. Paul laughed. He had taken a few more steps and Damian noticed how bad he really looked. His eyes were red and blurry, he needed to shave, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Paul are YOU feeling okay?"

"Me? Yeah why?"

"I don't know you look…tired."

"Well if you had to sleep on a rock hard mattress that smelled like a gym you would probably be tired too." He said with a small smile. George found himself falling to the sidelines of the conversation and he was alright with that, it was clear how much the other two men needed each other right now.

"Cam think about this. If you kill me"

"I never said I was going to kill you, I said HURT honestly you should learn to listen more."

"But you already hurt me."

"Doesn't count." Cameron rolled up Keith's left sleeve. "Tut tut Keithy someone's been doing something they shouldn't." He said looking at the marks from Keith's numerous painkiller injections. Keith flinched and tried to back away but Cameron was pretty strong. "Ssshhh this will only hurt for a minute I promise." Keith was shocked to see Cameron bring the knife to his lip instead of his sleeve. Cameron placed the blade exactly on the line of stitches and staples on Keith's bottom lip. Before Keith had time to say anything Cameron stuck the knife in his lip and split the stitches making blood poor from Keith's bottom lip and chin. Keith wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He just fell to the parking lot sobbing. He landed hard on his right side and arm. Searing agony shot through his ribs and he was pretty sure he hurt his arm again. "Come on Keith you can't cop out know, I just want to make sure you won't forget me. When you are off living your happy life with Damian there will always be this to remind you of me." He knelt down and touched the blade to Keith's left arm. At first he only dug the very end of the knife into Keith's skin, then when he saw a small blood bubble he shoved a little more of the knife in and carved a very rough eye in Keith's arm. "I'll be watching." Keith was getting really tired of lying in parking lots. He was getting tired of bleeding and hurting. He glanced at the small puddled of blood on the asphalt from his lip. He turned his eyes to Cameron. "But you also came here for me…so I can't bring myself to kill you." Cameron said and cleaned Keith's arm with his sleeve. "Plus you aren't such a bad guy." Keith was so confused. Was Cameron mad or not? Cameron sat on the ground next to Keith. "You know I am really surprised nobody else followed us." Keith brought his fingers gently to his lip and was relieved to find that his lip was not completely split in two, almost, but not quite. He tried moving his mouth to see if he could talk

"Cam"

"Yes Keith?"

"Just testing my mouth" Cameron looked at the guard lying motionless in a pool of his own blood.

"I really fucked up" he said putting his head in his hands.

"No, Cam, it's not your fault I'll be your witness it was purely self-defense…"

" but it wasn't"

"ssshhh nobody but you and I will know that"

"You would do that for me even though I cut up your arm and re-split your lip?"

"Eh sure, this eye you carved will make a really bad ass scar and my lip will heal."

"What do I have to do to get you to be pissed at me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know…I just find it hard to believe I did all of this to you and you are still so nice to me. Do you really think that little of yourself?" Keith was shocked. Him? Think little of himself? No way he was awesome! "Come on Keith, it's okay to be honest. What happens in the parking lot stays in the parking lot." Keith slowly moved to sit next to Cameron. This pain was all too familiar. His ribs must really hate him by now. He was practically in tears by the time he was next to Cameron.

"Cameron I know you want this to be some touching, I'm not okay you're not okay but we are okay moment, but I have to tell you…I think I am fucking awesome." Cameron laughed.

"Well I only wish you trusted me enough to tell me the truth…and I only wish I was going to be around on the day you decide to talk."

"What are you talking about Cam? You'll always be around. You are my friend and Damian's friend. Whether you want to be or not you are going to see plenty of me." A tear rolled down Cameron's face.

"No, I don't think you understand."

"Then explain this friendship works both ways you know." Cameron slowly wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife he had discarded after he hurt Keith. He picked it up and stared at it.

"Excuse me am I interrupting anything?" a young nurse asked as she came into Damian's room.

"Nothing we can't pick up later, right?" Damian turned to Paul.

"Right Damo"

"What do you need?" Damian asked the nurse.

"Well it's just I was told to start turning off your machines and prepare you for your transfer home." Damian grinned. "I have to warn you that you have been on these machines and this IV for so long you might actually feel worse when I take it out, but know that it's an improvement okay? I mean just the fact I was told to take you off means you are improving." Damian nodded. "I'm gonna start by taking you off of this oxygen okay?" Damian nodded again. She turned off the oxygen and gently freed Damian. At first Damian couldn't breathe right, it was like someone was sitting on his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe normally. Within seconds Damian's breathing returned to normal.

'You okay Damo?" Paul asked.

"Yeah…fine…just not…used to…doing it…by my…self."

"Say goodbye to your IV next." About five minutes later Damian was completely free and feeling worse than he had in days, but he knew that it was only a matter of time now before he was himself again.

"What do you say babe do you think we should head back now?" Neil asked. Ryan was silent. Neil looked at his face. "Ryan?! Ryan?! Can you breathe?" Neil asked playfully. "Am I crushing your lungs?" he laughed.

"No you are fine…I…guess we should head back huh. Damian's probably really mad at me."

"I doubt it. I think he's more hurt than anything."

"I'm not sure that's any better."

"I think it is. I mean think of it this way would you rather be mad at me or hurt about something I said?"

"Neither I want us to be exactly the way we are."

"But if you had to choose."

"…let's just go back okay?"

"Sure babe." Neil slowly got off of Ryan. Ryan got up and pulled Neil to him as they walked back into the chaos of the real world.

"Cameron whatever your middle name is Mitchell, listen to me, I don't know if it's the loss of blood or not but I really want to hug you right now and god damn it I am going to but I need to know you aren't going to turn me into him." Keith said giving the guard a glance. Cameron looked at Keith for a minute and then handed him the knife. Keith took it slightly surprised. He laid it on the ground and pulled Cameron towards him despite the protest of his body. "Now pay attention to what I'm telling you because I'm in excruciating pain and am losing a lot of blood so I am running low on my deep thoughts and sympathy. You are loved whether you want to be or not. I love you, Damian loves you, and somewhere out there is a person just waiting to meet you. So let's go home, maybe a hospital to stop this waterfall flowing from my lip."

"Keith, Cameron, where are you? Is everything okay?" Emmet called from just inside the door. Cameron pulled away from Keith.

"it's about time someone came looking for us. Listen Keith, it's not that I don't appreciate all that you are trying to do here, but I killed a man and I am going to jail for that. I can't go to jail."

"I told you I'll help you."

"No, there is no help for me. There's a reason I was put in here. I'm fucked up. Something's not right with me."

"GGUUUYYYSSS where arrreeeeee yyyoouuuu?" Emmet called.

"Come on, I'm not ready to be found yet." Cameron said standing up and puling Keith up with him. Keith grimaced. Keith didn't notice Cameron grabbing the knife. They walked to the side of the building. "Keith, remember this for me okay? Just because my eyes are closed doesn't mean I'm not looking."

"What do you mean Cam?"

"You'll understand soon enough." Cameron walked around to the front of the building and found Emmet leaning over the guard's body with a white face.

"Emmet" he said. Keith was right behind him.

"Cam..did you?" his eyes fell on the knife in Cam's hand and he stopped.

"Keith?" Cam said turning to him.

"Yes Cam?"

"You remember what I said about his knife?"

"That you were supposed to use it anytime someone tried to hurt you?"

"Exactly, now I've already covered how you tried to hurt me but there's one person I left out."

A soft knock came at the door making all three of them jump.

"Hey guys. How's it going?" Neil asked talking a step into Damian's room. "Paul! When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago."

"Where's Ryan?" Damian asked. He sounded horrible.

"Oh he's…right outside he's a little afraid to come in."

"Tell him if I can do it so can he." Paul said with a smile.

"RYAN! GET IN HERE!" George shouted. "DAMIAN WANTS YOU TO HE JUST CAN'T SCREAM!" Neil laughed and Damian said "Thanks George". Ryan stepped awkwardly into the room his eyes on the floor.

"Hi" he said quietly.

"Ryan come here" Damian said.

"No I am perfectly fine in the doorway thanks"

"Ryan please come here" Ryan shook his head no.

"Babe come on" Neil pleaded. It was amazing how fast Ryan could go from suave Romeo to abused puppy.

"Ryan, you leave… me no choice. If you do not …come here I will get out… of this bed and come… over there and I haven't been… out of this bed in so long… I'll probably fall and hurt… myself. Is that what… you want?" Damian pleaded.

"Don't get up Damo." Ryan pleaded right back.

"You leave me… no choice. If you do not come here… I can't tell you…how glad I am…you are back…and if I can't tell you…how glad I am you are back…then the world will have less…love and more hate…"

"Damian relax"

"Nope… not till you come here." Ryan didn't answer. "Alright then" Damian said pulling back the covers and swinging his legs slowly to the side of the bed. Paul's eyes widened. George looked like he was choking on something and Neil was frozen. Damian's feet touched the cold floor and he shivered slightly. He was mentally preparing himself for the weight of his own body when Paul said "Jaysus Ryan you are really gonna make the lad get up?"

"I'm not making him do anything."

"No Paul… it's okay I need an… excuse to make sure my… legs are still attached.. to my body." He slowly stood up. He almost fell on his face. As he steadied himself he saw six arms quickly retreat. "See guys…it's all good…now Ryan are you going…to make me walk all…the way over there?" he coughed a few times and Ryan finally moved forward.

"Have you been walking while we were gone?"

"No"

"So you had no idea if you could actually walk all the way over there…"

"Nope." Ryan gently scooped Damian up and put him back on the bed.

"Damian Joseph McGinty Jr.! You idiot!" Ryan said. Damian grinned.

"So does this…mean we are…good?"

"Of course. I never meant to hurt-" Damian put his hand up.

"No need Ryan I understand."

"So how long you think Keith and Cam are gonna be?" George asked.

"Emmet? But he didn't do anything!" Keith said.

"Keith, Keith, Keith, I said one person not Emmet. Honestly I worry about you sometimes."

"Well if not Emmet then who?" Cameron clenched the knife and was silent. He moved so he was facing Keith and Emmet. He opened his mouth and whispered "I did".

"What did you say Cam?" Cameon took a deep breath and screamed

"I DID" he pushed the knife into his own arm. When he pulled it out blood was flowing down his arm and tears were flowing down his face. "Damn Keith this hurts like a bitch! Why aren't you more pissed at me?!"

"Cam, just relax okay? Put the knife down, please" Keith pleaded.

"I can't. Do you know why? Because I poisoned Damian, I beat you up, I got Tod killed, I killed the guard. It was ME! ME! ME! ME!" with each word he spoke he stuck the knife into himself again and again. Keith ran to him and pulled the knife out of his hand.

"Cameron stop!" He threw the knife across the parking lot. "I don't care what you have done and neither does Damian! It is not your fault Tod died and as for the guard he was an asshole anyway." Cameron was breathing really heavily.

"You are so perfect Keith." Cameron said looking into Keith's eyes. "I bet you have never failed at anything."

"Come on Cam that's not true…I'm only human for crying out loud!" Keith was terrified and he was starting to feel light headed. "I'm going to help you. I want to help you. I need to help you. I need to bring you back to Damian, I promised him."

"Sorry Keith, you failed this time." Cameron said. With a small smile he fell to the ground right at Keith's feet. Keith couldn't breathe. He was hysterical as he crashed to the ground.

"CAMERON COME ON CAM. I CAN'T FAIL REMEMBER I'M KEITH HARKIN! PLEASE JUST WAKE UP, PLEASE JUST GET UP." Emmet walked over to him, tears streaming down his face as well.

"Keith-" Emmet said. Keith never looked away from Cameron.

"He was just a kid Emmet. He was just a kid." Keith muttered. Keith was having trouble concentrating again…this time he just let the darkness take him. His head fell against Cameron's chest.

Yes that is where You Promised ends! Thank you dear readers (especially Sterwolf59) for sticking with it through all the madness. Will Keith be okay? Can Cameron really be gone? Does Damian really forgive Paul and Ryan? Do they forgive him? Stay tuned for a short epilogue that will answer some of these questions…so I guess that is all I have to say for now. Oh I guess I should tell you…I LIED HAHAHAHA HERE'S the rest of the chapter! There will still be an epilogue and …*whispers* sequel! So stay tuned.

Emmet stood there in a dream-like state as the police arrived with an ambulance. He hadn't realized he was shaking until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find the Keith Harkin Chick standing there her eyes red and puffy.

"Are you holding up?"

"Barely" he whimpered.

"Oh you poor guy" she said and wrapped him in a hug before he could stop her, but when she was holding him he felt safe. He completely broke down. "Hey it's going to be okay. I promise." She said hugging him tighter.

"I don't see how." Emmet moaned. He lifted his head and saw Keith and Cameron being lifted onto stretchers and the guard being put into a body bag.

"You know what?" she said.

"What?" Emmet said.

"You are much cuter then Keith." Emmet laughed. His lips met hers and all too soon they pulled apart.

"Emmet Cahill?" A police officer said.

"Yes?"

"I need your statement."

"Right" Emmet nodded. Luckily Emmet's meeting with the police officer was cut short when an EMT walked over.

"I'm sorry to interrupt officer, but one of the patients is refusing to let us take him to a hospital until he speaks to Emmet."

"That's okay we are done here anyway." The officer said. Emmet's heart leapt, one of them was coherent! At first Emmet was afraid to look up to see which one was talking, but he didn't have to because he recognized the voice even though it was barely loud enough to hear.

"Emmet…take these back to Damo…explain what happened…tell him…I'm sorry" Emmet got up the courage to look into Keith's eyes as he took Keith's discarded bloody shirt which had Cameron's glasses wrapped in it.

"Keith, how'd you get his glasses?"

"Have my ways Emmet."

"Okay now we really have to get him to a hospital. Are you riding with him?" At first Emmet almost said no but then he realized they were probably taking him to the same hospital Damian was in (if he was still there) so he said "yes". The ride to the hospital seemed so much longer than he remembered. People were all over Keith saying things Emmet didn't understand. Keith was barely coherent, but at least he was alive. When they pulled Keith out of the ambulance Emmet hopped out about to follow them when he was stopped and told to wait in the waiting room. The glasses and shirt seemed to way a thousand pounds as he walked up to the receptionist. He was shocked and embarrassed to find it was the same cute blonde it had been when he asked about Keith.

"Hey if it isn't Mr. Superhero." She said.

"Ssshhh you'll blow my cover."

"Oh I'm terribly sorry. What life or death situation can I help you with today?"

"I need to know if my friend Damian McGinty is still here."

"hold on let me check."

"Thanks" She typed a few words in a computer and clicked a few times.

"He is still here, but you had better hurry he is scheduled to leave in twenty minutes."

"Thank you so much!" Emmet said and ran back to Damian's room. He burst through the door and felt every eye in the room turn to him.

"EMMET!" Damian called and then broke into a coughing fit. "Where are Keith and Cameron?" he asked and looked at him with big excited eyes. Emmet froze. He looked around the room and saw curious, hopeful faces. He couldn't stand disappointing them. He took a few steps into the middle of the room and fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry guys" he said and tossed the shirt and glasses in front of him.

"Emmet? What exactly are you saying here?" Paul asked. Damian's eyes were as big as plates.

"Are those..Cameron's glasses?" Damian asked. Emmet nodded slowly not trusting his voice.

"And…Keith's shirt" he finally said.

"Well where are they?!" Ryan asked. Neil didn't say anything. He just walked over to Emmet and put his arm around him. Emmet leaned in to Neil's touch.

"Emmet it's okay. We just want to help." He said. Emmet looked up and started telling them the whole long, miserable story that all started with one promise.

Okay this really is the end. I want to thank everyone for reading and being very patient in between updates. Stay tuned for the epilogue and sequel. I hope you liked it. CELTIC THUNDER FOREVER!