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SWEET LIES
BY: WEIRDFREAKS
CHAPTER TWO - FAMILY FEUDS PART II
"DRACO, DO YOU HEAR ME?" LUCIUS QUESTIONED.
"HUH? YEAH...SURE." DRACO SAID SNAPPING BACK TO REALITY.
"AS I WAS SAYING.AH..YES.-" LUCIUS CONTINUED.
DRACO SIGHED AS HE DROWNED OUT LUCIUS'S VOICE. HE HATED WHEN HIS FATHER DID THIS. HE ALWAYS TRIED TO CHANGE DRACO. ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE DRACO SOMETHING HE WASN'T EVER GOING TO BE.
DRACO WAS NOW TWENTY YEARS OLD: WISER THAN HE WAS AT HOGWARTS. EVERYONE ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE A DEATH EATER LIKE HIS FATHER. HE HATED IT WITH PASSION. HIS FATHER WOULD GO ON AND ON AND HAVE TALKS, JUST LIKE THIS ONE, TALKING NONE STOP ABOUT DEATH EATER INDUCTIONS AND MEETINGS AND POSSIBLE DATES TO GET INDUCTED. IT MADE HIM SICK. HE WAS NOW TWENTY AND THAT HAPPENED A COUPLE YEARS AGO. HIS FATHER HAD STILL BEEN TRYING TO CHANGE HIM. HE SHUDDERED AT THE LONG TIME MEMORY. HE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS IN THE MALFOY MANSION. HE REACHED THE KITCHEN. HIS MOTHER WAS SITTING AT THE TABLE READING A COPY OF 'THE DAILY PROPHET.' SHE PUT IT DOWN WHEN DRACO ENTERED THE ROOM. HOUSE ELVES WERE RUNNING AROUND TENDING TO THIS AND TENDING TO THAT WHILE MRS. MALFOY JUST SAT THERE.
"HI, HONEY." MRS. MALFOY CALLED.
"MOM, I'M TWENTY." DRACO SAID SARCASTICALLY.
"I KNOW BUT YOU'RE STILL LIVING IN OUR HOUSE. BREAKFAST?"
"HUH..OH..I GUESS. "
A HOUSE ELF QUICKLY RUSHED TO HIM AND SET A PLATE IN FRONT OF HIM. THIS MEAL CONSISTED OF A STACK OF PANCAKES, EGGS, AND BACON. MOST COMMONLY KNOWN AS MUGGLE FOOD. HE DEVOURED IT IMMEDIATELY. IT WAS DELICIOUS. HE LOVED THEIR HOUSE ELVES BECAUSE THEY COULD REALLY COOK. HE WAS ABOUT TO GET UP AND LEAVE WHEN HIS MOTHER STOPPED HIM.
"WAIT! DRACO!"
"YEAH?"
" TURN AROUND."
DRACO TURNED.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT, DON'T SLOUCH."
DRACO STRAIGHTENED.
"DRACO," HIS MOTHER SIGHED. "GO UP STAIRS IMMEDIATELY AND CHANGE INTO.SOMETHING.SOMETHING.NICE. YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER'S FRIENDS ARE COMING OVER."
"YEAH, WHY DON'T I WEAR A BLACK HOODED ROBE. FORMAL ENOUGH?" DRACO SAID UNDER HIS BREATH.
"WHAT?" HIS MOTHER ASKED.
"OH, NOTHING." DRACO LIED AS HE WALKED OUT OF THE ROOM.
HE RAN UP THE STAIRS AND JUMPED ON HIS BED. HE GRABBED A SMALL TAPE RECORDER. (PROBABLY ONE OF THE ONLY MUGGLE THINGS HE KNEW OF.) HE STRETCHED ACROSS HIS BED. HE HIT THE RECORD BUTTON AND SAID, " NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
"SHE DID IT AGAIN. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! WHY DOES SHE ALWAYS QUESTION MY APPEARANCE?! IT'S LIKE SHE DOESN'T WANT ME AS A SON. I KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE BUT THAT'S WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE. ' LOOK GOOD FOR YOUR FATHER'S FRIENDS, DRACO. DON'T LET ME DOWN, DRACO. WE HAVE TO IMPRESS THEM, DRACO.' THAT'S ALL SHE EVER SAYS. I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING TO HER SO BAD BUT JUST KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT BECAUSE SHE IS MY MOTHER. WHY CAN I BE WHO I WANT TO BE? WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR ME?-" DRACO SUDDENLY STOPPED BECAUSE HIS MOTHER HAD INTERRUPTED YET AGAIN.
"DRACO! PLEASE GET THE MAIL!" HIS MOTHER CALLED FROM DOWNSTAIRS.
DRACO GROANED. "ALRIGHT, MOM!"
HE SWIFTLY MADE HIS WAY INTO THE MALFOY MAILROOM AND CHECKED THE MAIL.
"BILLS, BILLS, DEATH EATERS- YUCK! JUNK, MORE BILLS, JUNK, JOB OFFER." DRACO READ THE MAIL ALOUD.
"WAIT, JOB OFFER?" DRACO SAID AS HE READ MORE. "IN PARIS? SWEET! I'VE GOT TO CHECK THIS OUT!"
HE RAN AND DROPPED THE MAIL OFF WITH HIS MOTHER. HE MADE HIS WAY INTO THE PRIVACY OF HIS ROOM. HE LOOKED THROUGH THE PAMPHLET OF THIS JOB OFFER. REQUIREMENTS WERE YOU HAD TO BE A FULLY-FLEDGED WITCH OR WIZARD AND NO RECORDS OF ANY KIND. YOU ALSO HAD TO SEND IN A RESUME AND THEY WOULD NOTIFY YOU IF THE JOB WAS YOURS. HE READ SOME MORE AND A SMIRK PLAYED UPON HIS LIPS. HE SNATCHED UP HIS RECORDER AND HIT 'REWIND' AND THEN 'PLAY.'
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE." HE REWOUND IT AGAIN.
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE." HE REWOUND IT FOR THE LAST TIME.
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
"YEAH, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!" THEN DRACO GAVE ONE OF HIS TRADEMARK SMIRKS. HE APPARATED DOWN STAIRS TO HIS MOTHER. SHE WAS STILL READING THE PAPER.
"HEY, MOM! I GOT A JOB OFFER IN FRANCE!" DRACO SAID EXCITEDLY.
'OH, THAT'S GREAT HONEY! HAVE FUN!" HIS MOTHER REPLIED WITHOUT PAUSING TO LOOK OR EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE WAS SAYING.
THIS WAS ALL PART OF HIS PLAN. HE KNEW HIS MOTHER WOULD NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE WAS SAYING. HE APPARATED BACK UP STAIRS AND FILLED OUT HIS RESUME AND SENT IT TO THEM.
~*~ A FEW WEEKS LATER ~*~
A HUGE EAGLE SWOOPED IN AND LANDED IN FRONT OF DRACO. HE QUICKLY UNTIED THE LETTER AND THE EAGLE FLEW OUT. HE READ THE NOTICE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. HE GOT THE JOB!
"I'M GOING TO LEAVE HOME! I'M GOING TO LEAVE HOME!" DRACO SANG AS HE DID A VICTORY DANCE TO GO WITH IT. HE DANCED FOR ABOUT A COUPLE MORE MINUTES.
"HEY, MOM! GUESS WHAT!? I GOT THE JOB!! I'M GOING TO PARIS!" DRACO CALLED.
"GEE, HONEY! THAT'S GREAT!" HIS MOTHER CALLED BACK WITHOUT ANY ENTHUSIASM IN HER VOICE. DRACO KNEW SHE DIDN'T CARE. HE WOULD BE LEAVING TOMORROW! HE DECIDED TO GET A GOOD NIGHTS REST.
~*~ THE NEXT MORNING ~*~
DRACO WOKE EARLY TO PACK HIS THINGS. HE WAS SO EXCITED, HE COULDN'T EVEN EAT! HE CALLED THE KNIGHT BUS TO COME AND PICK HIM UP AND BRING HIM TO PARIS BECAUSE HE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE APPARATING. HE LUGGED HIS TRUNK DOWN THE STAIRS TO KISS HIS MOTHER AND FATHER GOOD BYE.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, HONEY?" HIS MOTHER ASKED.
"MOTHER, I TOLD YOU. PARIS." DRACO REPLIED, A LITTLE IRRITATED.
"WHAT'S IN PARIS, SON?" HIS FATHER ASKED.
"MY NEW JOB!" DRACO REPLIED AS HE KISSED THEM BOTH. "BYE!"
"BYE, HONEY. DON'T FORGET TO WRITE."
"BYE, SON. I'LL MAIL YOU ALL THE DEATH EATER INFORMATION!"
DRACO GROANED AS HE SWIFTLY WALKED OUT THE DOOR WITH HIS TRUCK. THE KNIGHT BUS ARRIVED AND DRACO HOPPED ON.
~*~ IN PARIS, TWO DAYS LATER ~*~
DRACO ARRIVED AT LAST! HERE HE WAS IN PARIS! FAR AWAY FROM THOSE NAGGING PARENTS! HE WAS FREE! HE TOOK HIS FIRST BREATH OF FREEDOM.
HE WALKED DOWN THE STREET TO SEE THE HOUSE HE WOULD BE BUYING. IT WASN'T THE BEST BUT SINCE HE WAS A WIZARD, HE COULD SPRUCE IT UP A BIT. FIRST HE APPARATED BACK HOME TO GET MONEY. HIS MOTHER GLADLY GAVE IT TO HIM AND HE THANKED HER AS HE APPARATED BACK TO FRANCE. HE SENT IN THE MONEY AND BEGAN HIS REMODEL.
FIRST HE DID THE OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE. WITH A WAVE OF HIS WAND, NEWLY PAINTED PAINT OF SILVER AND GREEN APPEARED. OLD SHUTTERS WERE REPLACED WITH NEW ONES AS WELL AS THE WINDOWS.
NEXT HE DID THE GREENERY AROUND THE FRONT OF HIS HOUSE. HE WAVED HIS WAND AND A FRESHLY CUT LAWN AND BUSHES TRIMMED APPEARED.
THEN, HE DID THE INSIDE, GOING ROOM TO ROOM. HE QUICKLY FILLED IT WITH COMFY BUT EXPENSIVE FURNITURE, NEWLY PAINTED WALLS AND CARPET OR WOOD OR TILE. HE WENT UP STAIRS AND DID THE SAME. WHEN HE ARRIVED IN HIS QUARTERS, HE MAGICALLY PLACED A BALCONY THERE THAT HAD A DIRECT VIEW OF THE EIFFEL TOWER.
LAST, HE APPARATED TO THE BACKYARD. HE PUT A SMALL POOL IN ONE CORNER AND PLACED FLOWERS, TREES, AND FOUNTAINS HERE AND THERE.
HE WENT IN THE KITCHEN AND MADE HIMSELF LEMONADE. HE WALKED UP TO HIS BALCONY AND LIED DOWN WITH HIS FEET UP. HE WAS PROUD AND HAPPY WITH HIS HOUSE. FINALLY HE COULD RELAX IN THE WARMTH OF HIS HOUSE.
" FREEDOM NEVER TASTED SO SWEET!" DRACO SAID SMOOTHLY AS HE TOOK A SIP OF HIS LEMONADE.
~*~
WELL, HOPE YOU LIKE THAT BECAUSE IT WAS THE LONGEST CHAPTER I WROTE! I HOPE TO RECEIVE TONS OF REVIEWS, HINT HINT! LOL, JUST PLAYING. HAVE FUN AND GO WITH THE FLOW!
LOVE,
WEIRD
SWEET LIES
BY: WEIRDFREAKS
CHAPTER TWO - FAMILY FEUDS PART II
"DRACO, DO YOU HEAR ME?" LUCIUS QUESTIONED.
"HUH? YEAH...SURE." DRACO SAID SNAPPING BACK TO REALITY.
"AS I WAS SAYING.AH..YES.-" LUCIUS CONTINUED.
DRACO SIGHED AS HE DROWNED OUT LUCIUS'S VOICE. HE HATED WHEN HIS FATHER DID THIS. HE ALWAYS TRIED TO CHANGE DRACO. ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE DRACO SOMETHING HE WASN'T EVER GOING TO BE.
DRACO WAS NOW TWENTY YEARS OLD: WISER THAN HE WAS AT HOGWARTS. EVERYONE ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE A DEATH EATER LIKE HIS FATHER. HE HATED IT WITH PASSION. HIS FATHER WOULD GO ON AND ON AND HAVE TALKS, JUST LIKE THIS ONE, TALKING NONE STOP ABOUT DEATH EATER INDUCTIONS AND MEETINGS AND POSSIBLE DATES TO GET INDUCTED. IT MADE HIM SICK. HE WAS NOW TWENTY AND THAT HAPPENED A COUPLE YEARS AGO. HIS FATHER HAD STILL BEEN TRYING TO CHANGE HIM. HE SHUDDERED AT THE LONG TIME MEMORY. HE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS IN THE MALFOY MANSION. HE REACHED THE KITCHEN. HIS MOTHER WAS SITTING AT THE TABLE READING A COPY OF 'THE DAILY PROPHET.' SHE PUT IT DOWN WHEN DRACO ENTERED THE ROOM. HOUSE ELVES WERE RUNNING AROUND TENDING TO THIS AND TENDING TO THAT WHILE MRS. MALFOY JUST SAT THERE.
"HI, HONEY." MRS. MALFOY CALLED.
"MOM, I'M TWENTY." DRACO SAID SARCASTICALLY.
"I KNOW BUT YOU'RE STILL LIVING IN OUR HOUSE. BREAKFAST?"
"HUH..OH..I GUESS. "
A HOUSE ELF QUICKLY RUSHED TO HIM AND SET A PLATE IN FRONT OF HIM. THIS MEAL CONSISTED OF A STACK OF PANCAKES, EGGS, AND BACON. MOST COMMONLY KNOWN AS MUGGLE FOOD. HE DEVOURED IT IMMEDIATELY. IT WAS DELICIOUS. HE LOVED THEIR HOUSE ELVES BECAUSE THEY COULD REALLY COOK. HE WAS ABOUT TO GET UP AND LEAVE WHEN HIS MOTHER STOPPED HIM.
"WAIT! DRACO!"
"YEAH?"
" TURN AROUND."
DRACO TURNED.
"STAND UP STRAIGHT, DON'T SLOUCH."
DRACO STRAIGHTENED.
"DRACO," HIS MOTHER SIGHED. "GO UP STAIRS IMMEDIATELY AND CHANGE INTO.SOMETHING.SOMETHING.NICE. YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER'S FRIENDS ARE COMING OVER."
"YEAH, WHY DON'T I WEAR A BLACK HOODED ROBE. FORMAL ENOUGH?" DRACO SAID UNDER HIS BREATH.
"WHAT?" HIS MOTHER ASKED.
"OH, NOTHING." DRACO LIED AS HE WALKED OUT OF THE ROOM.
HE RAN UP THE STAIRS AND JUMPED ON HIS BED. HE GRABBED A SMALL TAPE RECORDER. (PROBABLY ONE OF THE ONLY MUGGLE THINGS HE KNEW OF.) HE STRETCHED ACROSS HIS BED. HE HIT THE RECORD BUTTON AND SAID, " NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
"SHE DID IT AGAIN. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! WHY DOES SHE ALWAYS QUESTION MY APPEARANCE?! IT'S LIKE SHE DOESN'T WANT ME AS A SON. I KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE BUT THAT'S WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE. ' LOOK GOOD FOR YOUR FATHER'S FRIENDS, DRACO. DON'T LET ME DOWN, DRACO. WE HAVE TO IMPRESS THEM, DRACO.' THAT'S ALL SHE EVER SAYS. I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING TO HER SO BAD BUT JUST KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT BECAUSE SHE IS MY MOTHER. WHY CAN I BE WHO I WANT TO BE? WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR ME?-" DRACO SUDDENLY STOPPED BECAUSE HIS MOTHER HAD INTERRUPTED YET AGAIN.
"DRACO! PLEASE GET THE MAIL!" HIS MOTHER CALLED FROM DOWNSTAIRS.
DRACO GROANED. "ALRIGHT, MOM!"
HE SWIFTLY MADE HIS WAY INTO THE MALFOY MAILROOM AND CHECKED THE MAIL.
"BILLS, BILLS, DEATH EATERS- YUCK! JUNK, MORE BILLS, JUNK, JOB OFFER." DRACO READ THE MAIL ALOUD.
"WAIT, JOB OFFER?" DRACO SAID AS HE READ MORE. "IN PARIS? SWEET! I'VE GOT TO CHECK THIS OUT!"
HE RAN AND DROPPED THE MAIL OFF WITH HIS MOTHER. HE MADE HIS WAY INTO THE PRIVACY OF HIS ROOM. HE LOOKED THROUGH THE PAMPHLET OF THIS JOB OFFER. REQUIREMENTS WERE YOU HAD TO BE A FULLY-FLEDGED WITCH OR WIZARD AND NO RECORDS OF ANY KIND. YOU ALSO HAD TO SEND IN A RESUME AND THEY WOULD NOTIFY YOU IF THE JOB WAS YOURS. HE READ SOME MORE AND A SMIRK PLAYED UPON HIS LIPS. HE SNATCHED UP HIS RECORDER AND HIT 'REWIND' AND THEN 'PLAY.'
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE." HE REWOUND IT AGAIN.
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE." HE REWOUND IT FOR THE LAST TIME.
"NOTE TO SELF: RUN AWAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
"YEAH, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!" THEN DRACO GAVE ONE OF HIS TRADEMARK SMIRKS. HE APPARATED DOWN STAIRS TO HIS MOTHER. SHE WAS STILL READING THE PAPER.
"HEY, MOM! I GOT A JOB OFFER IN FRANCE!" DRACO SAID EXCITEDLY.
'OH, THAT'S GREAT HONEY! HAVE FUN!" HIS MOTHER REPLIED WITHOUT PAUSING TO LOOK OR EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE WAS SAYING.
THIS WAS ALL PART OF HIS PLAN. HE KNEW HIS MOTHER WOULD NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE WAS SAYING. HE APPARATED BACK UP STAIRS AND FILLED OUT HIS RESUME AND SENT IT TO THEM.
~*~ A FEW WEEKS LATER ~*~
A HUGE EAGLE SWOOPED IN AND LANDED IN FRONT OF DRACO. HE QUICKLY UNTIED THE LETTER AND THE EAGLE FLEW OUT. HE READ THE NOTICE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. HE GOT THE JOB!
"I'M GOING TO LEAVE HOME! I'M GOING TO LEAVE HOME!" DRACO SANG AS HE DID A VICTORY DANCE TO GO WITH IT. HE DANCED FOR ABOUT A COUPLE MORE MINUTES.
"HEY, MOM! GUESS WHAT!? I GOT THE JOB!! I'M GOING TO PARIS!" DRACO CALLED.
"GEE, HONEY! THAT'S GREAT!" HIS MOTHER CALLED BACK WITHOUT ANY ENTHUSIASM IN HER VOICE. DRACO KNEW SHE DIDN'T CARE. HE WOULD BE LEAVING TOMORROW! HE DECIDED TO GET A GOOD NIGHTS REST.
~*~ THE NEXT MORNING ~*~
DRACO WOKE EARLY TO PACK HIS THINGS. HE WAS SO EXCITED, HE COULDN'T EVEN EAT! HE CALLED THE KNIGHT BUS TO COME AND PICK HIM UP AND BRING HIM TO PARIS BECAUSE HE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE APPARATING. HE LUGGED HIS TRUNK DOWN THE STAIRS TO KISS HIS MOTHER AND FATHER GOOD BYE.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, HONEY?" HIS MOTHER ASKED.
"MOTHER, I TOLD YOU. PARIS." DRACO REPLIED, A LITTLE IRRITATED.
"WHAT'S IN PARIS, SON?" HIS FATHER ASKED.
"MY NEW JOB!" DRACO REPLIED AS HE KISSED THEM BOTH. "BYE!"
"BYE, HONEY. DON'T FORGET TO WRITE."
"BYE, SON. I'LL MAIL YOU ALL THE DEATH EATER INFORMATION!"
DRACO GROANED AS HE SWIFTLY WALKED OUT THE DOOR WITH HIS TRUCK. THE KNIGHT BUS ARRIVED AND DRACO HOPPED ON.
~*~ IN PARIS, TWO DAYS LATER ~*~
DRACO ARRIVED AT LAST! HERE HE WAS IN PARIS! FAR AWAY FROM THOSE NAGGING PARENTS! HE WAS FREE! HE TOOK HIS FIRST BREATH OF FREEDOM.
HE WALKED DOWN THE STREET TO SEE THE HOUSE HE WOULD BE BUYING. IT WASN'T THE BEST BUT SINCE HE WAS A WIZARD, HE COULD SPRUCE IT UP A BIT. FIRST HE APPARATED BACK HOME TO GET MONEY. HIS MOTHER GLADLY GAVE IT TO HIM AND HE THANKED HER AS HE APPARATED BACK TO FRANCE. HE SENT IN THE MONEY AND BEGAN HIS REMODEL.
FIRST HE DID THE OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE. WITH A WAVE OF HIS WAND, NEWLY PAINTED PAINT OF SILVER AND GREEN APPEARED. OLD SHUTTERS WERE REPLACED WITH NEW ONES AS WELL AS THE WINDOWS.
NEXT HE DID THE GREENERY AROUND THE FRONT OF HIS HOUSE. HE WAVED HIS WAND AND A FRESHLY CUT LAWN AND BUSHES TRIMMED APPEARED.
THEN, HE DID THE INSIDE, GOING ROOM TO ROOM. HE QUICKLY FILLED IT WITH COMFY BUT EXPENSIVE FURNITURE, NEWLY PAINTED WALLS AND CARPET OR WOOD OR TILE. HE WENT UP STAIRS AND DID THE SAME. WHEN HE ARRIVED IN HIS QUARTERS, HE MAGICALLY PLACED A BALCONY THERE THAT HAD A DIRECT VIEW OF THE EIFFEL TOWER.
LAST, HE APPARATED TO THE BACKYARD. HE PUT A SMALL POOL IN ONE CORNER AND PLACED FLOWERS, TREES, AND FOUNTAINS HERE AND THERE.
HE WENT IN THE KITCHEN AND MADE HIMSELF LEMONADE. HE WALKED UP TO HIS BALCONY AND LIED DOWN WITH HIS FEET UP. HE WAS PROUD AND HAPPY WITH HIS HOUSE. FINALLY HE COULD RELAX IN THE WARMTH OF HIS HOUSE.
" FREEDOM NEVER TASTED SO SWEET!" DRACO SAID SMOOTHLY AS HE TOOK A SIP OF HIS LEMONADE.
~*~
WELL, HOPE YOU LIKE THAT BECAUSE IT WAS THE LONGEST CHAPTER I WROTE! I HOPE TO RECEIVE TONS OF REVIEWS, HINT HINT! LOL, JUST PLAYING. HAVE FUN AND GO WITH THE FLOW!
LOVE,
WEIRD