Chapter 8 Things Get Worse

It was the first day of Kiku's suspension. He lay in bed and buried his face in his pillow. Kiku's parents had gotten him up at six, with the reasoning that he was still going to get up at school hour on his little "break". Kiku groaned and looked at the clock. It was 6:35. He was still in bed. His whole body was sore and he hadn't slept very well. There were bruises and cuts on his knuckles, but the cuts had scabbed over. He stared at them and picked at them. It was still dark in his room. After five or so minutes Kiku buried his face in his pillow. What had he done? Kiku was a good student, he never got into trouble like this. Not in a long time anyway. How had he managed to lose his temper so quickly? Kiku sighed and slowly got himself out of bed. It seemed like all the cold air had drifted into his room away from the covers. Luckily the bathroom wasn't too far away. He shuffled in there and shut the door quickly. After making sure it was locked, Kiku got his toothbrush and brushed his teeth lazily. He wanted nothing more than to just sleep for the whole next month and pretend like the suspension didn't exist, but that wasn't an option. After he was done brushing his teeth, Kiku ran himself a bath. He thought about Alfred and how it might've been fun to take a bath with him, but now there wasn't a chance of such a thing happening. He made the water as hot as it could run and stepped in.

After his bath Kiku went downstairs to get breakfast. Both of his parents were out at work but they left a note for him on the table. He walked over and read it.

Good morning, Kiku,

We've decided that while you're on suspension you're going to clean out the basement and put all of our things away. We never got the chance to open those boxes when we moved. This will be a great opportunity to make some space down there and keep you busy. Good Luck! To extend your punishment we also think it'd be wrong for you to be going out to see friends on the weekdays, so you're going to have to stay in the house.

Best Wishes,

Mom and Dad

Kiku's eyes widened. The boxes in the basement? There had to be at least forty, probably more. Not to mention all the old stuff the previous owners of the house had left. This was going to take Kiku a lot of hard work to get finished. He crumpled up the note and tossed it over his shoulder and into the trash bin. Kiku sighed heavily. He went to go get his breakfast ready and prepared everything as quickly as possible. Kiku wondered what Alfred was up to even if he knew he shouldn't be wondering such things. He tried not to think about Alfred but he just couldn't help himself. Alfred had hurt him. First, he'd broken up with Kiku and then called him names to his face. Just to twist the knife in, he'd then physically hurt Kiku, causing him to lose the temper that he'd been controlling so well. He sat down and ate speedily. If he was going to get done in a month he was going to have to move quickly. It wasn't long before he finished his breakfast and cleaned up his food scraps.

Kiku yawned and went over to the basement. He hesitated before opening the door. Kiku didn't like the basement. He didn't go down there very often, and usually when he did, his parents were home. In truth, Kiku was scared of the basement. He'd watched enough Japanese horror movies to know what went on in the basement. Kiku knew, of course, that none of it was true. It was enough to scare him, though. Even without the scary horror movies, it was really eerie down there. He knew he had to do this though, or he wasn't sure what his parents were going to do. Kiku mustered up all the courage that he had and opened the door. He turned on the light switch and stared down the stairs. He really wished that the previous owners had refinished the basement, but they hadn't. Kiku gradually made his way down the stairs and took deep breaths. He wished that his parents were home, at least. Kiku was, however, grateful that there were at least decent lights for the basement.

It took him ten minutes. Kiku was finally on the basement floor. Boxes surrounded him, higher than his head. He didn't remember bringing so much from Japan; it couldn't possibly all be theirs. A good majority of it had to be from the previous owners. He shook his head. It would be easier to bring a few boxes out of the basement at a time. That way he wouldn't have to spend so much time down there.

That's what Kiku did. He got through about ten boxes before it was dark out. His parents came home when he was on the seventh box. After ten they told him he could stop for the day and eat dinner. They asked him how his day went and he told them it was boring. And the same thing happened just about every day after that. Every day, Kiku would wake up and eat breakfast alone, he would worry about his grades, and then unpack boxes. Sometimes Kiku would just sit and cry about Alfred for a while. He hated how things ended between them. Alfred had been out of his mind. Scared of his dad, filled with the ideas that liking another man was wrong and bad, that it took away from his masculinity. Kiku couldn't fathom where they might've come from. The worst part of it was that Kiku felt like Alfred had been right about all he'd said. If Alfred hadn't met Kiku, all of those things wouldn't have happened. If only they'd stayed in Tokyo. Kiku considered cutting himself but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something in the back of his mind told him it'd be stupid. On occasion he would text his friends. He usually didn't feel like talking, though. They knew he wasn't allowed to go out and to Kiku that was all they needed to know for now. It wasn't until about halfway through the month that Kiku was thrown off of his usual cycle from a phone call.

It surprised him at first; he never expected his cell phone to ring in the middle of the day. Kiku didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" He picked it up and set one of the boxes down.

"Kiku, what kind of mess did you get me into?" It was Yao. He sounded angry.

"What do you mean? What mess?"

"You gave your principal my phone number?"

Kiku sat down. He'd forgotten that he had done that. "Yao, let me explain…"

"Explain what?! This strange guy calls me asking all these questions- I had to change my phone number!"

"Yao, I didn't know what he was going to do. I just- he threatened to expel me if I didn't give it to you."

Yao sighed. Kiku could tell he was angry. It was almost as if he could hear him shaking his head over the phone. "Kiku, I don't know what to say."

"I'm sorry Yao. What did he do to you?"

"You don't want to know! Just don't give him my number again. The guy is a total creep."

"A creep?"

"More than a creep, I would keep away from him if I were you. I might talk to mom and dad about having them take you out of that school."

"Taking me out of the school? But I have friends."

"Tch, I don't know if I feel safe with you there."

"Don't worry Yao, I'm okay."

"I heard from mom and dad that you lost your temper."

"I did."

"Losing your temper doesn't sound like 'okay' to me. It sounds like that school has got you completely backwards."

"How would you know? You're studying in China."

"I still care about you!"

Kiku sighed and leaned forward. He didn't know how to respond to that. "Yao I-"

"Just let me talk to mom and dad later…" Yao sounded desperate.

"Okay, that's fine." Kiku didn't want to argue anymore. He was sure his parents wouldn't pull him out of school anyway.

"Xie Xie- I mean- Thank you, Kiku."

"You're welcome." Kiku smiled a little. It was nice to hear his brother's voice again anyway.

"Okay, I need to get back to work. I'll call the house phone on Saturday."

"Talk to you then."

"Yeah, talk to you then. Hang in there, little brother." And with that Yao hung up.

It wasn't for a few more days until something exciting happened to Kiku. He was unpacking the second box for the day when the bell rang. Kiku didn't think that they were expecting any packages and it was only 9AM. Quickly, he walked to the door and opened it. There, standing on his front stoop, was an unhappy looking Ludwig, and a very bouncy Feliciano. Francis and Arthur were arguing, and Gilbert and Elizabeta were grinning, Gilbert had his weird bird with him (He's been taking it everywhere lately), and Elizabeta had a new flower tucked into her hair-they were in front of everyone.

"Kesesese, hey Kiku, we thought we'd visit you."

"Visit me?" Kiku was horribly confused. "Isn't there school right now?"

Elizabeta took a step forward. "Yes, but it was the only time we could come around without your parents knowing. Is it alright if we come in?"

"W-Well…" Kiku tried to stop them, but the lot of them barged in anyway.

"Nice house, Kiku!" Gilbert said as he flopped down on the couch. "I like the decorations."

Kiku frowned. "They're not really decorations, it's all ancient Japanese heirlooms." He turned around to see Feliciano picking up a porcelain vase. Quickly he went over and took it out of his hands. "A-Ah please don't touch that! It's fragile."

"Ve~ sorry, Kiku." Feliciano scratched the back of his neck.

Francis walked up to Kiku and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kiku, have you got anything to eat around here? I skipped breakfast today."

Arthur elbowed him violently. "First you invite yourself in, now you're asking for food? How about he gives you a foot rub too?"

Francis smirked and grazed a finger under Arthur's chin. "I wouldn't mind one from you."

Arthur lunged away. "Sod off, you bloody Frog!"

"Actually some food sounds really nice~" Feliciano drifted in front of Kiku. "I'm pretty hungry, myself."

"Me too!" Gilbert chimed in. He kicked his feet up on the table and took his shoes off. "And if you've got any beer I'll take that as well."

Kiku put his face in his hands. He couldn't believe what was happening and he didn't know if he should be happy or stressed. "I-I can see what we have in the kitchen."

"I'll come and help you." Ludwig looked stern as he approached Kiku. "We don't want to trouble you too much."

"Nooo, Luddy stay with me~!" Feliciano said and clung on to Ludwig's arm.

"Nein- I mean no Feliciano, I want to help. We've already imposed enough."

"I'll help, too." Arthur broke away from Francis' grasp.

"No!" everyone said at once. Arthur looked surprised and maybe a little hurt.

"W-We just think it'd be better if you manned things in here. You seem to be a fairly good leader." Kiku tried to smooth things out.

Arthur puffed his chest out. "I am a good leader. I suppose I could help in the kitchen another time."

The rest of the room looked relieved. Elizabeta came over to Kiku. "Kiku, I'd be happy to help you in the kitchen. I'm a fairly good cook."

"I can vouch for that; she's wonderful." Gilbert said as he played with Gilbird.

"O-Okay" Kiku said reluctantly. "You can follow me into the kitchen."

Slowly, Kiku inched his way around his guests and made his way into the kitchen. Ludwig and Elizabeta followed him. It was colder in the kitchen than in the living room, which Kiku suddenly became very self-conscious about. "What can we help you with, Kiku?" Elizabeta suddenly asked.

"O-Oh, well we can make some sushi. I was going to make it for myself for lunch, but I think there should be enough for all of us."

"Hmm, I've never had sushi." Ludwig mused.

"Me neither." Elizabeta shook her head. "You'll have to teach us how to make it."

"That's not a problem. It's really good and not very difficult." Kiku opened the refrigerator and looked inside. "We usually make it by hand so it might just take some time."

"That's fine." Ludwig came over and took the fish out of Kiku's hand.

Kiku gradually got out all the ingredients. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"We just wanted to make sure you were okay. You hardly ever text us back and we missed you." Elizabeta looked at him caringly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Alfred doesn't sit by us anymore either." Ludwig said and shook his head, as Kiku got out a cutting board.

"Oh…" Kiku grabbed a knife and laid the fish down. "Cut it like this." He instructed the two of them as he divided the fish and cut a few pieces. They both nodded and began to cut as Kiku had.

"Yeah, we were also hoping that you might be able to fill us in on what happened."

Elizabeta glanced at him and then resumed cutting the fish.

Kiku leaned on the counter and fiddled with the seaweed "What happened?"

"Ja- I mean yeah, we all saw you was- I mean you were- beating some kids up. They were really hurt too."

"If it hadn't been for Ludwig, who knows what would have stopped you."

"L-Ludwig?" Kiku ripped the seaweed by mistake and figured that it might be time to start prepping it instead. Even if there wasn't a lot of prep work needed. Before he did that though, he went over to the rice pot and started to make some quick white rice.

"Yes, if he hadn't gotten the authorities, you probably would have kept hitting."

Kiku couldn't face them. "Let's talk about this more after lunch is prepared."

The three of them working together got lunch done rather quickly. More quickly that Kiku had expected or wanted. He was trying to avoid talking about what happened, trying to figure out how to word things without letting on that Alfred's father had hit him. The three of them walked out to the group. Francis and Gilbert were picking on Arthur while Feliciano was crying in the corner.

"Feliciano what happened?" Ludwig went over to him.

Feliciano sniffled. "Francis started to pick on me and the Arthur yelled at him. A-And I didn't want them to fight so I tried to stop them but then they kept fighting. Gilbert took Francis' side and then they both started yelling at Arthur and I just don't want there to be any more yelling!" He sobbed and buried his face in Ludwig's chest.

Ludwig looked angry. His jaw pushed forward and he glared at Francis. "What did you tell Feliciano!?"

Francis backed away from him nervously. "N-Nothing!"

Elizabeta marched over to Gilbert. She smacked him on the arm and he winced. "Just what were you doing with Francis? Why did you make Feliciano cry?"

"Owa!" he thrust his face out at her, but she didn't budge. Finally he relaxed and flopped back onto the couch. "Aw, we were just getting on Arthur for being such a prissy. It's not our fault Feli began to cry."

She hit him again. "It is your fault! Apologize Gil!"

"And I am not a prissy!" Arthur chimed in. "Just because I got a little angry that my boyfrieeeeee hohoho that this thing here is flirting with another boy does not make me a prissy!" He had his finger shoved in Francis' face, and avoided looking at him.

Francis had a rather large smirk playing on his lips. "What was that you almost called me Arthur? Your what?"

"Never mind what! It's not important!"

"Oh, but I think it is~!"

Feliciano ran between them. "Please don't fight anymore!"

Ludwig came over and got him. "Feliciano I do not think this concerns you."

"But-"

Elizabeta cut everyone off. "Alright all of you quiet down!" She glared at everyone menacingly. Every mouth in the room stopped moving. Elizabeta could be really scary at times. "Now, we have some things to get through today but obviously this little tiff has preceded them all. First thing we're going to do is have Gilbert apologize. To Arthur and Feliciano."

"What?! Liz!" Gilbert stood up. "I didn't even do anything wrong!"

She turned to him and pressed a finger into his chest. "Didn't do anything wrong? You picked on Arthur to the point of Feliciano bursting into tears!"

"Liz, I-"

"Apologize!"

Gilbert scoffed and took her finger off of his chest. "Fine, geez Lizzy you're really something." He looked at Feliciano and Alfred. "I am sorry that I may have hurt you, Arthur, and I am sorry that I made you cry, Feliciano."

Feliciano perked up almost instantly. "Ve~ it's okay! Thank you for apologizing! You never do that!"

"I do too apologize!"

Feliciano looked down. "Well, I've never heard it."

Gilbert opened his mouth again but Elizabeta shushed him. "No, we're not arguing about this. Next, I want Francis to also apologize to Arthur and Feliciano."

Francis folded his arms and flipped his hair back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do whatever I did."

"Whatever you did?! You bloody Frog!" Arthur lunged at him. "I want a real apology!"

"Ve~ no!" Feliciano yelled and started to cry again. Luckily, before any tears could fall, Elizabeta stopped them.

"Both of you just stop! Feliciano is crying again." She glared at Francis. "Now really apologize."

Francis gnawed on his lower lip. "I'm sorry I made you cry, Feliciano and I'm sorry I called you prissy, Arthur."

"I still think it could be better." Arthur folded his arms and turned away from him.

"No, it was just fine how it was." Elizabeta scowled. "Take it or leave it, Arthur."

Arthur stuck his nose up in the air. "Fine, I'll take it."

Elizabeta huffed. "Good. Now Arthur, will you settle the final matter?"

"And what would that be?"

"Well, Francis is never going to shut up unless you admit it."

"Admit what?" Arthur's eyes widened.

"You know…" A strange smile grew on Elizabeta's face.

"Oh no, no I won't!" Arthur turned away.

Francis grinned and slunk over behind Arthur. "Oh yes~ Arthur, you have to say it at some point."

"Why! Why the hell is it so important?!"

"Because we've been waiting to hear it for a long time! It's obviously killing Francis, and you came so close a moment ago! We can't let this go or it might never come." Elizabeta sat down on the arm of the couch.

"This is completely ridiculous!" Arthur griped. "I don't see what the big deal is."

"It's a big deal because it makes me feel like you don't really feel anything for me." Francis looked down. The room was dead silent, one could hear pin drop if one wanted to. No one had ever really heard Francis say something so meaningful to Arthur.

Arthur turned to face him. "What?"

"Why can't you permanize it, Arthur?"

Arthur glanced at the rest of the room and leaned in to Francis. He whispered, but he whispered loudly. "Well, I've told you I love you."

Francis looked sad. Kiku was sure he'd never seen Francis looking sad before. He'd seen him look hurt, sure, but not real sadness; surprised-yes, happy-yes, lustful-yes, but never sad. "Arthur, when you say a thing like that but are unable to make the relationship permanent. How do I know if it's real or not?"

"How could you say that, Francis?"

"So you won't say it, then? You won't call me your boyfriend?"

Arthur's lips tightened. "No. I won't."

Francis looked hurt. He looked really hurt. "Fine, I guess we're over then."

The whole room seemed to take an intake of breath. Arthur and Francis had been together for as long as Kiku could remember, he assumed it must've been the same for the others in the room. Arthur looked taken aback. "Wait, Francis, what?"

Francis backed away from him. "You heard me, Arthur, we're done. In French we say casser. You are officially mon ex ."

"What? Francis, what does that mean? Are you really breaking up with me just because I won't say it?" Arthur's voice was wavering. "Y-You can't do that. We've been together for three years!"

Francis' stare was strong. "Yes, I can. And I am." He looked at Kiku. "Kiku, it was nice seeing you, but I don't want to be around the black sheep anymore." He glared at Arthur. "I'm sure I'll get filled in later." With that, Francis took his jacket and left. Kiku didn't even get to say goodbye.

Everyone stood there in shock. Arthur was the most shocked. Big tears began to roll down his cheeks. He didn't even try to wipe them away from embarrassment. Elizabeta had a look of guilt all over her face. "Arthur? Are you okay?"

Slowly Arthur turned his head away from the door and to the group. "Do I look okay to you?"

Gilbert dragged his palm down his face. "Fuck."

Arthur tried to speak again but he was unable to form words. Only little sobs came from his mouth. Elizabeta walked up to him and put her arm around him. "Oh Arthur, I'm so sorry."

Arthur gently collapsed to his knees and hid his face in his hands. Elizabeta patted his back and everyone gathered in a circle around them. Feliciano looked sad, Ludwig looked very concerned, and Gil was distracting himself with Gilbird.

Kiku grabbed the plate of sushi and sat down with the rest of them. He held it out tentatively. "Maybe some food would make you feel better…" He spoke quietly.

Arthur sniveled and looked unhappy as Elizabeta comforted him as if she were his mother. He took one sushi and nibbled on it. The rest of them also took some sushi as well as they were all still hungry. It was quiet for a long time. Only the sounds of Arthur's quiet sobbing echoed through the house.

Finally, Gilbert got up. "That's it. I'm going after the bastard."

"Wh-What?" Arthur looked up at him. "But it really was my fault because I wouldn't say he was my boyfriend."

"I know." Gilbert folded his arms. "That's why you're coming with me."

"Coming with you? Gilbert, I don-"

"You're coming with me! We're going to fix this." He put his hands on his hips. It reminded Kiku of Alfred.

"Oh pish posh, you don't have to be so pushy." Arthur wiped his nose and got up slowly. One could tell he didn't really want to get up, but he wanted to see Francis again.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you handle such a delicate situation on your own, Gilbert. I'm coming too." Ludwig stood up and brushed off his pants.

"What! No we don't need no stick in the mud!"

"I'm not a stick in the mud! But I know how well you handle situations, Gilbert."

Before Gilbert could open his mouth, Elizabeta spoke. "Let him go with you, Gil. You're going to need a mediator."

Gilbert snarled and looked at his brother. "Fine, but only speak if you're needed. I don't need a babysitter."

"Ve~ then I'm going to!" Feliciano jumped up. "I'm not going anywhere without my Luddy~"

"Why don't you tell that to your brother?" Gilbert smirked.

Ludwig frowned. "Control Gilbert." Feliciano just looked confused.

Gilbert scoffed and looked down at Elizabeta. "Are you coming, my treasure?"

Elizabeta shook her head. "No, I think I'm going to stay behind with Kiku. We did come here for him after all, and I'm not just going to abandon him after barging in and eating his food."

Gilbert shrugged. "Fine by me. Maybe we could go to the strip club after."

Arthur punched him. "Hey mate, respect the lady. You never know when you might lose her."

Elizabeta smiled slyly. "Thank you, Arthur."

Arthur sniffled and looked down. He was still crying a bit. "Of course, love."

Gilbert scowled. "There isn't anybody but me calling her "love" ya hear? Let's get going before I change my mind." He put his shoes back on and the rest of them put their coats on.

Elizabeta kissed Gilbert on the cheek. "Be safe."

Gilbert beamed. "I will~!"

Gilbert led the three of them out the door, leaving Kiku and Elizabeta with an empty plate of sushi in-between them. "Kiku, I didn't know that would happen. I'm so sorry."

Kiku smiled, but it wasn't real. "No, it's okay. No one can predict something like that."

"Let me help you clean up and we can talk. It was my idea to come here anyway, and I still want to hear about you."

Elizabeta's words warmed Kiku's heart a little. He nodded. "Alright. But let's clean up first and then talk in my room."

"That sounds fine."

"All we need to do is clean the sushi plate, anyway. I cleaned up after you and Ludwig while we were making lunch."

Elizabeta blinked. "Oh, okay. That makes it easy then." She picked up the sushi plate and went into the kitchen. Kiku followed closely behind her.

They washed the sushi dish off and put it in the dishwasher afterward, just to be sure. The two of them then walked up into Kiku's room. Elizabeta immediately started to look around as Kiku plopped down on his bed. "You don't have to search through everything you know."

"

I know, but I'm curious."

"You're going to find something if you search." Kiku was getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Is there something you don't want me to find?" She got down on her knees and pulled out a box. Kiku jumped and Elizabeta grinned. "I guess this is it, then." She opened it, and her eyes grew wide. "Oooh Kiku, it looks like we have similar interests. My collection is almost the same." It was Kiku's own assembly of gay, sexually explicit, materials.

Kiku was blushing a deep, deep red blush. "A-Almost?"

"Yes, almost. Except I film my own sometimes. I should have given you this one of Francis and Arthur for your birthday, instead of some silly pillow. We could be a great team you know."

Kiku hid his face behind his hands. "I didn't mean for anybody to find that."

Elizabeta shrugged and pushed the box back under the bed. "I understand. We can talk more about it later." Kiku nodded and Elizabeta joined him on the bed. "Now tell me about Alfred."

Kiku took a deep breath and recounted the story. He never said that Alfred's dad hit him, just that when he found them he got really angry and Alfred's dad had kicked Kiku out. He still cried at that part. He also cried at the part where Alfred called him a "faggot". Elizabeta was very caring the whole time, and to Kiku it felt good to get it all off of his shoulders. He didn't think he would be able to tell anyone else. It was all too embarrassing and sad. She was a good listener and patted his back. She let him take his time, especially at the rough parts. By the time he had finished, after interjecting all of his feelings through the whole thing, and his theories on why Alfred said what he said it was dark out. Kiku felt tired and heavy; his face was tear stained. In some ways, though, a big weight was lifted off of Kiku's shoulders. He looked at Elizabeta. They were both lying on the bed now.

"Thank you for listening to me."

She smiled at him. "Thank you for telling me."

"I suppose you should fill the others in."

"I'll keep it simple. None of the really bad details."

Kiku smiled, a genuine smile. "Thank you again, then."

"Of course! Anything for a friend."

"This helped me."

"I'm glad it did. Maybe I'll have to send you a tape too, in the mail, so you can get through the month okay."

Kiku laughed. "Only if you want to!"

Elizabeta laughed too. "I just might!"

"What time is it?" Kiku looked at his watch. It was almost 7:30. "Woah! My parents are going to be home soon. You'd better go before they find you."

"Oh," Elizabeta looked sad. "I was hoping we could talk more."

"Maybe another time when I'm not in trouble. Let me at least walk you to the door." Kiku got up off the bed and offered Elizabeta his hand.

She didn't take it. "Alright, that's fine."

The two of them walked downstairs silently. Elizabeta put her shoes and coat back on. They stood there in the hallway, near the door for a moment awkwardly until Elizabeta suddenly hugged Kiku very tightly. "You're going to be okay, Kiku. Don't worry."

Kiku was surprised at first, but quickly warmed up to the gesture. He hugged her back. "Okay. Thank you for coming by today. I never would have thought such a visit could cheer me up so much"

She grinned and pulled away from the hug. "I'm glad it turned out well, even after what happened with Francis and Arthur."

Kiku chuckled. "I'm sure those two have got it worked out."

Elizabeta laughed. "I sure hope so." She smiled at him. "I'll see you in half a month Kiku. Good luck."

Kiku opened the front door. "Thank you again, and good luck to you too. See you in half a month."

He waved goodbye to her as she skipped down the stoop in her winter jacket. Long, fluffy brown hair trailed behind her with a bounce, yet the flower never lost its place. He wondered if she was cold always, wearing dresses like that, but she was so strong he figured she must not be.

Hey guys! So, here is chapter 8 for you! I meant to post this earlier but I got busy. It's up now though! How is your March going? I hope it's going well. I also hope you like this new chapter! Feel free to comment because I always appreciate feedback. THanks for reading. I'll see you guys next week ;)

M.O.