6:49 pm.

The blunette was completely drenched when Norman had opened the door, and he looked a bit surprised to see his daughter's friend like this. Water was literally dripping from her locks and clothes.

Before she could say anything, May approached the front door. "Who is it, dad? Is it-Dawn?" she exclaimed in shock and gasped. "Oh my Arceus, you're soaking wet!"

Dawn smiled sadly at the two. "Yeah...I got stuck in the rain," she simply said and then looked at Norman apologetically. "I'm really sorry you had to see me like this," she gestured to herself.

All Norman did was crack a smile. "Sorry? What for, dear? It's no big deal, really I'm just glad you're at home safe now. May's been worrying about you, and whenever she's stressed, I'm stressed." He grinned. Dawn was thankful that May's father was very understanding and caring. "We'll talk afterwards, you should go dry up. My wife will be making dinner in a while," he suggested.

Dawn smiled as she entered. "Thank you."


Dawn exited the bathroom and closed the door behind her, drying her hair with a towel. The scent of strawberries had now filled the room and Dawn sighed satisfactorily to herself. She walked over to her closet, grabbing a brush from one of the drawers, and tried to untangle her hair. While brushing her bangs, her mind suddenly flashed to Paul.

If he hadn't been there...then there was no doubt in her mind that she would have been a goner. Looking back, she honestly would have never thought that Paul would go out of his way to save her life. He wasn't even obligated to drop her home, but he did anyway. Dawn wasn't sure why he had done it, but all she knew was that she was grateful towards him.

A knock was heard on the door and Dawn turned around looking at the door. "Come in!"

The door opened and Max entered. "Hey if you're ready and stuff, you can join us for dinner downstairs."

The blunette nodded. "I'll be there, thanks."


Dawn walked downstairs and noticed the family gathering around the dining table. May was setting up the plates while Caroline was busy serving the food to her kids and husband. She had never had a fatherly presence in her household, so seeing Norman seated there was a bit abnormal. There was never really a time where she and her mother actually sat together and had a decent meal, she'd always just eat her dinner in her room because her mother was always so busy.

"Hey, Dawn, what are you doing over there? Come on, it's dinner!" May said from across the dinner table. Nodding, she approached the table and sat down on one of the available seats. Caroline served some food on her plate, and Dawn saw some brown rice, chicken, mac and cheese, and salad on the side. Her eyes lighted up from the aroma of the food and she immediately took a bite.

"I really missed you, dad. I'm so glad you're back home now," May said, "it's been a while since we've had chess nights!" she exclaimed as she took a bite of her mac and cheese. As a father-daughter bond, May and her father used to have chess competitions every Sunday, just for fun. Norman was away for a few months and May really had missed moments like those with her father.

Her father smiled at his daughter. "I know; I've missed you too-I've missed everyone and great news for all of you: I'm going to be staying here for at least two months."

Max's eyes twinkled with happiness. "Yes!"

Caroline smiled. "This day has gotten better now that you're here," she said, smiling.

Both their kids rolled their eyes. "Oh, brother," Max said, internally groaning as he then took a sip of his orange juice. Caroline and Norman both chuckled. Dawn watched in slight amusement. She had never imagined having dinner with a full family before, it was really rare, and she smiled at the thought. "Can you pass the salt?" Max looked at Dawn, to which she nodded and handed him the salt and resumed to eating her dinner.

"So, Dawn, how are you liking it in this family so far? Obviously May has told me so much about you, but I can never forget your face when you were little and kept hanging out with May," Norman chuckled.

Dawn smiled. "I love it, living with May is so much fun. I've always wanted a sister of my own since I'm an only child, so living with May definitely is worth it," she said. May grinned at her blunette friend.

"I wish I was an only child," Max muttered, while his fork was carefully playing with the brown rice on his plate.

"I heard that, you little brat!" May deadpanned.

"No screaming at the dinner table!" Caroline yelled, and the other four members of the household gave her a dubious look. "Max and May," she told them, "you two are getting older, but you're not growing up."

May stared at her incredulously. "He started it," she said. Caroline face-palmed. May just sighed and continued eating without making any kind of eye contact with her mom or dad, who were probably giving her a shook of disbelief. Sometimes, the brunette hated being the older child. She'd always get accused or blamed for something that goes out of hand, solely for the reason that she was older, and being older meant taking up greater responsibility.

"Hey, May, when we're finished dinner, maybe we could study together, we do have a Math test on Thursday," Dawn offered, pulling May out of her thinking space.

May nodded from across the table. "Sure!"

Norman perked up. "You know, Max is a Math whiz himself," he gestured to Max who grinned knowingly, "you can always ask for his help." May rolled her eyes.

"Dad, this is senior math. Max is in his freshman year, I doubt he'll be able to help us."

Max glared at his older sister. "And why do you say that? I'm smart as hell-I mean...really smart," he said, altering his choices of words he was using in front of his parents, "plus, how hard can it be?"

May pursed her lips. "We're fine, we don't need your help," she said confidently.

Dawn however wasn't against the idea, she thought getting additional assistance from Max was going to be beneficial towards her. The more the help she got, the higher the chances of her improving her Math grades. "Actually, I wouldn't mind," she said. May gaped at her in shock as if she just uttered something stupid.

"Alright, sweet! We'll meet in the 'man cave'," he said, and the two girls watched him in slight confusion. Max rolled his eyes. "In my room, duh," he said, moving his chair slightly back. "Thanks for the dinner, mom and dad, it was awesome as always!" he said before he took his dish and went into the kitchen to rinse off his plate.

Both of their parents smiled warmly. "Max is such a sweetheart. Sure, he may play video games a lot, but he is no doubt a good kid, don't you think, Dawn?"

Dawn had to admit; at first she would have thought that Max would have been a snobbish kid, but she realized he really didn't have that nature. Sure, he was a little egoistic for a small age, but that didn't necessarily mean he was a bad kid. Dawn sure didn't know him too much to give an exact opinion, but she was sure that Max was just like any other brother out there. "Yeah," she said. Dawn noticed May suddenly rise from her seat and place her dish in the sink, not saying a word to her parents. Dawn was then left alone when she left the living room.

Norman sighed. "What happened to May? She barely said a word on the dinner table, which is ironic, because she's the one that usually does all the talking," he chuckled.

"Maybe I'll go see what's up," Dawn offered. "But do you guys need any help washing up?" she asked.

Caroline waved her off with a hand. "Don't worry about it honey, we'll be fine."

Dawn nodded at the two adults and walked upstairs. She noticed May's door was closed and Dawn opened it to find May carrying her textbook in her hand about to walk to the door. "May, is there something wrong?" she asked.

May shook her head. "Nah. I'm fine. Let's go study," she said and walked past her. Dawn raised any eyebrow. May was acting a bit peculiar every time her parents brought Max up but now she was acting like nothing happened at all. Shrugging it off, she grabbed her backpack off of May's dresser and went into Max's room.


8:11 pm

Max's room was a bit smaller than May's room. It was rather a dark room, with a small bed placed at the center. Beside his bed was his closet which were probably full of dirty clothes. There was a door at the right end of the room; Dawn suspected that it probably was his bathroom. Framed on the walls were several pictures of Max of when he was a little toddler. There was one picture that stood out and it was a family portrait.

Norman and Caroline were standing beside each other wearing matching grins, while May and Max were standing ahead of them. Max was wearing his big dorky black rimmed glasses (he looked seven years old in the picture) and May had a bandana wrapped around her short brown hair. Dawn took a good look at the picture; it was perfect. The whole beauty of this picture was just spellbounding. Dawn was really lucky to be living in this family; in a family that was perfect in her eyes.

Max was seated on his bed when he noticed Dawn gazed. "Uh, Dawn?" Dawn then snapped out of her thoughts. "Are you alright?"

Dawn straightened herself out. "Of course I am, no need to worry!" she grinned.

May rolled her eyes as she pulled up a chair at Max's desk. "Dawn, you really need a new catchphrase," she said, while also giggling a bit.

"Well anyway," Dawn said as she sat next to May, "we should get started." The two girls then pulled out their textbooks.


10:54 pm

After a couple of hours, Dawn and May went back into their room. They had studied and practiced for over two hours. Max was able to help somewhat, sure he didn't know all the material, but he did help his sister and Dawn to comprehend the problems and such. Dawn was sure she'd pass the test on Thursday.

Dawn was lying on her bed when she heard May exit the bathroom. She had on a pink nightgown. "Ugh, I'm so tired. I don't think I've seen that many numbers in my life," she said jokingly as she jumped into her own bed. "Ah, sweet precious bed, how I've missed you!"

Dawn laughed at her best friend's dramaticness. "I forgot how much you love sleep."

May giggled. "True but if someone were to offer me food over sleep, I'd so go for the food, because c'mon, food is life!" The two girls laughed at May's sense of humour. Suddenly a thought went across May's head. "Hey, Dawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you go to the hospital today? How'd you come home, did you come walking again?" May asked. She saw Dawn's body stiffen a bit, and her expression was a bit unreadable.

Sighing, Dawn sat on the bed. "I forgot to tell you. I didn't end up going to the hospital," she said.

May scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "What? Well, where did you go for over three hours?"

"Okay, you're never going to believe this but," she continued, "I was walking to the hospital-I really had no other option and I got tired halfway so I decided to sit down for a while on this random bench." May was looking at her intensely. "And I fell asleep...for like a half hour."

"How can someone fall asleep on a bench? Are you crazy, Dawn?" May face-palmed. "You should have called me!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not done yet," Dawn cut in. May raised an eyebrow. "When I woke up, I saw Paul there," she said and May immediately had a look of disgust on her face. "It was then that it started to rain and I still had to go to the hospital. I knew Paul wasn't going to offer me a ride, so I continued walking."

"In the rain?!" May asked in disbelief.

"I had no choice!" Dawn retorted. "Anyways long story short...I was about to get knocked by a car, May," she admitted.

This time, May couldn't help but to yell in shock. "What?!" Dawn flinched; she really hoped that May's scream didn't wake anyone up. "Oh my Arc-"

"But," she cut in again, "I didn't," she said, memories of Paul pushing her out of the way embedding her mind. "Paul was there. He...saved me," she said.

May still had a shocked look on her face. "Paul saved you?" Dawn nodded. "Oh my Arceus...I can't believe he actually saved you, I thought he didn't care about you!"

"May if it wasn't for him, then who knows what would've happened," Dawn said. May gave her a look of sympathy.

The brunette nodded. "You're right." She suddenly felt extremely guilty getting Paul fired the other day. The poor guy didn't even deserve it. She walked over to Dawn's bed. "I'm so glad you're okay," she said, hugging the blunette tightly.

"Me too," Dawn admitted when the two released. "I think I owe Paul big time," she said.

May shook her head. "No, I do. I got the guy fired, I mean what kind of person am I?" she cringed to herself. "I can sure be a bitch sometimes," she said. Dawn laughed.

"You aren't. And don't worry, Paul's going to get another job soon. Drew told me."

May sighed. "I'm still going to apologize, he didn't deserve it."

Dawn smiled. She didn't know telling the story of how Paul saved her life was going to change her opinion about Paul. "Well, I'm tired. Let's go to sleep," May said as she shifted back into her own bed.

Dawn laid down and tossed to the other side. One thing was for sure though. She knew her opinion regarding Paul had somewhat changed as well.


That night, Paul couldn't sleep. For some reason, his eyes were closed but both his mind and body were awake. He was in constant thought, and he kept fumbling with his fingers.

His mind occasionally drifted to when he had nearly seen Dawn get hit by a moving vehicle. He didn't know what took over him that he had pushed Dawn away. Of course, he was human, he wasn't a corrupt person to actually let her get hit, but what even surprised himself was that he offered to take her home. He had never imagined he'd want to take someone as annoying and bothersome like her home, but at the same time, though he'd never admit it out loud, he was a bit relieved knowing that she was safe.

He assumed part of the reason why he did save Dawn was Reggie. The reason Reggie was in a coma currently was due to a car accident. With that knowledge embedded, every time Paul would hear of a car accident or someone's death due to a car accident, he'd cringe immediately. He wouldn't like it, because he knew exactly what they were going through. He'd know the pain and suffering that families would endure because of the accident.

He saved her partially because he didn't like the thought of another accident. The other reason? Most likely, because he was a human. Was there another reason?

Honestly, he didn't even know himself.


September 2nd; 7:41 am.

The next day, the plum haired male was in the school building and walked up to his locker. After taking out his books, he noticed one of Drew's friends talking to an unfamiliar girl. He wasn't sure exactly what their names were, but he had seen them around school. The short carrot-top smiled before she walked in the other direction, leaving the boy alone to himself.

Paul turned to the other direction wanting to walk to his first class, but was stopped by the said boy when he called out his name. "Paul?" He sighed in defeat. How he even knew his name despite being a loner, Paul didn't really know. Reluctantly he turned around, not saying anything but he continued. "Ah, yup you're Paul. I've heard about you from Drew," he said, letting out a grin.

He stiffened. "How'd you recognize me?"

Ash chuckled. "You really give off that whole 'Paul' vibe thing," he said. Paul raised an eyebrow.

"Hm."

Ash laughed. "Drew's right, you don't really say much. Well anyways, I'll catch up with you later," he said, giving his shoulder a light pat before walking past him. Paul sighed to himself. He wasn't really sure if that meant he'd be seeing much more of Ash, and if he had to be honest, he really didn't want to welcome another 'friend' into his life. One person was enough.


10:19 am.

He stood behind the canvas while seated on a small wooden stool. He stared at the canvas; absolutely nothing but white.

If there was something that Paul found himself enjoying the most, it was painting. It was a perfect way to relish and use whatever creativity he had in his mind. It was a visual dance of his own imagination. It gave somewhat of a voice to him, and it allowed him to explore, discover and learn. Most of all, painting gave him a sense of peace and contentment from the outside world.

He had been painting ever since he was twelve years old, when things were looking bleak. He'd paint anything; anybody could name it and he'd spent hours perfecting it, making sure each stroke was perfect.

"Okay class," Mr Albert said, "you guys have a project due for me. You all are going to paint something or someone important to you. It can be anything-your dog, neighbor, friend, parents, a sport-anything at all. This project is to be done alone, and you're going to hand it up within about two months. Sound good everyone?"

No doubt, Paul enjoyed this class the most. He wasn't really fond with all the other subjects, but art class was undoubtedly the best in his eyes. Without even hesitating, he immediately thought of Reggie (how could he not?). He had never painted his brother before, but now...he was going to ensure that his painting of his brother was perfect. Not because he necessarily wanted a good grade, but because this was his brother that was still in a coma, and he'd feel content painting his brother. It would give him a sense of satisfaction.

Not paying attention to anything else, he picked up his paintbrush and brushed against the canvas. He was in deep thought until he saw a paintbrush on the floor beneath him.

He saw a girl reach down to grab the brush. "Sorry," she said. He recognized her instantly-it was that girl who had been talking to Ash this morning. "Oh hey, you're that guy that Ash was talking to. What was your name again?"

Why did everyone want to know his name? "Paul," he replied.

"Right," she said, "I'm Misty. I'm new here-I just came here yesterday."

He nodded, not really knowing what else to do or say, and just continued brushing. Oddly enough, Misty didn't move from where she was currently standing, and Paul had grown a bit uncomfortable. After a few seconds, she retreated back to her seat, leaving Paul alone much to his relief.


10:31 am

Leaf and Dawn were currently walking from their Physics class. Leaf had told Dawn about who she'd seen talking to Gary yesterday, and how she was instantly disgusted by Gary. Dawn rolled her eyes. Her friend was quick to make assumptions almost all the time, and most of the time, Leaf's assumptions were always wrong. "C'mon, Leaf. I mean, you don't know the guy that well. So you saw him talking to a girl after school. Big whoop," Dawn said.

Leaf pursed her lips. "I've never seen the girl in this school, which is saying something."

"You wanna know what I think?" Dawn questioned. "I think you're jealous," she said.

Leaf looked at her blunette friend unbelievably. What reason was there to be jealous? One thing was for sure; Leaf would never fall for Gary. "Please," she scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don't need a guy like him."

"Leaf, you shouldn't really judge someone with rumors. Most of the time they're fake and you and I know both know that." Dawn retorted. Leaf didn't reply. Dawn then looked at a class that was still in session in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly in disbelief as she saw a familiar head of purple hair. "No way," she said.

Leaf looked at her. "What?"

Dawn let her jaw drop slightly, not responding to Leaf. Was that...Paul in art class? Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her though, and she could see a clear view of him sitting next to the open window. He seemed really focused, and was letting nothing distract him as he continued painting. Dawn had never witnessed Paul like this; he seemed to be actually enjoying it, and Dawn couldn't help but smile.

Leaf followed where Dawn was currently looking at. "Who are you staring at?"

Dawn stiffened a bit before she recomposed herself. "Uh, no one. It's just Paul," she said softly.

"Wait a minute, he's Paul?" She looked at the guy who was currently painting. "Your tutor?"

Dawn nodded. "Yeah."

"Huh," Leaf said, "never knew he was an artist," she mused.

"Me neither," Dawn said, laughing a bit. She didn't know there was this side to Paul; guess he was full of surprises.


12:37 pm

Drew was currently seated in his dramatics class, and was tapping against the desk rhythmically with his fingers. His last class had finished a half an hour early, and he didn't have much to do, so he had just decided to get seated in class alone. He didn't mind being alone sometimes. It was a good way for him to be alone with his thoughts.

His eyes suddenly averted to the door being opened, and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw May open the door. He nearly forgot that she was in this class. May closed the door behind her, and stopped herself short when she saw Drew. She stood there awkwardly, not moving.

"Hey," he said nonchalantly.

Forcing herself to take a seat, she replied, "Hey. Why are you here so early?" she asked.

The chartreuse headed male shrugged. "I didn't have anything else to do. What about you, April?"

"May," she sneered.

His lips curved into a small smile. He didn't know why he liked seeing her getting riled up so much. "You didn't answer my question."

She looked at him, not amused. "Keep getting my name wrong and I won't."

Drew nodded, still amused. "So how was your weekend? I heard you got Paul fired from his job," he said.

May gaped at him. "How do you know that?"

He replied, "Paul's my friend."

"Oh," May nodded in understanding. "I've been meaning to apologize to him. He lost his job because of me, I feel really guilty."

"Don't worry about it," Drew waved her off with a hand. "Paul got a new job. He's starting this Saturday."

"That doesn't mean I still don't want to apologize," May countered.

Drew chuckled. "Wow, so you do have feelings." May gave him a death glare. "I'm only kidding, March."

May just decided to ignore him as more students started to pile in the classroom. Leaf and Dawn weren't in drama class; they both weren't really suited for this type of class. They both preferred something like fashion over drama class. But May enjoyed this class, despite having to tolerate cabbage head here, because it allowed her to free her mind, and this class gave her a chance to actually be expressive as possible.

Eventually, Ms Cindy, the drama teacher entered. "Good afternoon class," she said. Some students responded back while she sat down on the chair placed behind her desk. She sighed before continuing, "Today, we're going to be getting in pairs to prepare a drama that will be performed in front of the class next week. Before you guys groan and whine, let me tell you that this exercise is actually very fun."

A boy raised his hand. "Yes, Evan?"

"Can we choose our partner?" he asked.

She smiled and rose from her seat to walk around the classroom. "No, I will choose the partners for you guys. I will also assign the pairs the type of drama they have to perform." She saw a girl raise her hand.

"Can we reenact actual scenes from movies or books, or maybe change the genre and acting out a scene differently?" Caroline, a red head, asked.

Ms Cindy raised her eyebrows. "Can you elaborate on that?" she asked, not understanding what the student meant.

"I mean, let's say, we reenact Titanic but in a more comedic way, like altering the genre. If you gave me and my partner comedy, then can we do that?" she asked.

Ms. Cindy grinned, delighted with Caroline's suggestion. "That's a great idea. What do you think, guys?" she looked towards the students, to see most of them nodding agreement. "Great! Okay, let's start off by pairing up you guys," she said going to her desk and picking up a piece of paper in her hand.

"Lindsay Dawson and Becca Stewart. You two will be demonstrating a classical tragedy."

"Cole Nicolson and Tasha Sandrews. Sentimental Comedy."

"Jake Winters and Blake Anderson. Melodrama."

"Drew Hayden and May Maple. Prop comedy."

May's eyes widened. Oh god no. Her partner was Drew? She looked over to where Drew was, where he had caught her gaze, and simply smirked towards her direction. The brunette looked away from him and groaned to herself. Of all people, she had to get paired up with a cabbage head like him? She grumbled to herself incoherently while Ms. Cindy continued to pair up students.

"...And that's all the pairs. Remember guys, be creative and if you want to take up on Caroline's suggestion, be my guest. But you won't be penalized if you don't. This is for a grade and it'll allow you guys to get to know each other. Most of all, don't forget to have fun."

Drew looked towards May, who was staring ahead at Ms. Cindy in disbelief. Drew probably knew that May wanted to switch partners, but he knew Ms. Cindy would refuse to do so. It all seemed to be working in Drew's favor, and this was the perfect opportunity to get to know May a little better.


Thursday; September 4th; 1:30 pm.

Dawn looked at her Math grade that she had received. She smiled. She had done it. Grinning to herself silly, she thought of nothing when she walked into the library where he'd usually be. She skipped past Gretchen and walked to the end of the library, and she noticed him taking out a book from one of the bookshelves.

"Paul," she whispered loud enough to hear him. The library was pretty full today so the blunette didn't want to yell despite her excitement.

He recognized the voice, and turned around. But he didn't respond, as if he was waiting for her to continue.

"You'll never believe it," she said, grinning excitedly. She then held up her test paper she had just received and pointed to the grade, proudly. "I finally did good on a Math test, I'm really happy, even if it's a B," she said.

He put his hands in his pockets. He could tell that she was indeed proud. "Good. Now maybe next time you could aim for a higher grade," he said.

Dawn nodded. "Yeah! Of course, I'm going to need better grades," she said. Her eyes suddenly grew soft. "Thanks...for you know, pushing me and all."

Was she referring to 'pushing' as in studying for the test or for pushing her out of the way that night? Regardless, he said, "No problem." Then he took his book and retreated back to his seat. Dawn stood there awkwardly before she walked towards where Paul was currently sitting.

"So, when's our next tutoring session?" she asked.

He looked at her. "Let's resume on Monday. We've been having the tutoring sessions every day for this week anyway."

She nodded. "Okay," she said, grabbing a strand of her hair and placing it behind her hair. Then she noticed the book in his hand. "No way, I love that book," she said.

He was unfazed. "Good for you, I'd like to read it alone," he said, burying his head in the said book. Dawn sighed. There was absolutely no way that Paul wouldn't say something cold or rude to her without a day passing.

Despite that, she smiled to herself and sat in front of him, while he was seated at the the other end of the table. He could feel her presence. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," she replied.

"Go away."

"I saw you in art class the other day," she suddenly said, and saw Paul widen his eyes. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. "I didn't know you take art, that's really cool."

Paul's expression changed, but very slightly before he stared at her unbelievably. "You spied on me."

Dawn couldn't avert from her gaze, and she suddenly seemed small. "Uh, n-no, I saw you and well you looked like you were really enjoying the class," she said, her voice small. He didn't respond. Was saying something about art that much of a problem? Dawn had been curious and fascinated ever since she found out that he took something as spontaneous as art, so she couldn't help herself. "It'd be cool to see one of your paintings," she said.

He looked away for a second or two, not responding again. He didn't know why, but he found himself angry again. Every time someone made conversation to him, or even told him that they'd catch up with him, he found himself annoyed. He liked being a loner...and for the whole day, people had been trying to be friendly with him. He didn't want to let people in.

"Go away," he said not looking at her, and Dawn noticed him curve his fingers into a fist.

"But-"

"Just. Leave."

Dawn didn't move yet, but she was surprised to see a tear falling from her cheek. She didn't know why that affected her; it shouldn't have but it did anyway. Slowly, she got up, and sniffled a bit before she walked away from Paul and out of the library. He looked back to see where Dawn had been sitting before; it was empty. But for the first time, he didn't feel relieved now that she left. Instead, he felt a sort of agony building up in his heart. He didn't seem angry at Dawn anymore, but he was sure that he was angry at himself for lashing out on her like that.


Another update for you lovelies out there! I'm beginning to love writing this story so much, no jokes, this story is always on my mind.

Holy macaroni, this was over five thousand words! :') this just shows how much I love writing this story. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did! The next chapter is going to be released sometime next week if all goes well!

Oh, and I'm going to be including pokeshipping in this story. Sure, I may not necessarily like the shipping but that doesn't mean I can't challenge myself. And remember, if you don't agree with my opinion, then we can just talk it out if you want. Don't bash guys, it's not cool, there are lots of people out there with different opinions that won't agree with yours.

Anyways, thanks for reading! Like always, leave a review and I'll see you guys next week!