I thanked the heavens- I literally dropped down on my knees to thank God for the snow day. After an hour long shower, letting the heat scorch my scalp and warm me, since the shitty heating system did nothing when my toes literally stuck on the chilled tiles. I threw on an dark navy blue sweater, something I managed to snag from a thrift shop, it's interlacing patterns calling me with their precise stitches. Raking a brush through my hair and into a loose bun, moisturizing my lips and face, and slipping into an old pair of running shorts, which was engulfed my extra large sweater. I sat comfortably in our living room prepping for a Criminal Minds marathon. Tikki sped in with an unopen bag of popcorn in her tiny hands, squeezing between the nook of the arm perched on the armrest, I wrapped a wool aztec patterned blanket of faded yellow and greys around my stiff toes and thighs. Not even Tikki's 'I told you so' would force me upstairs and slip on actual pants.

"I so needed this."

"Weren't you absent for like, two days?" Tikki sighed with a mouthful of kettle corn.

"Yeah but I still need this." I strained my neck uncomfortably on the back of the couch, my eyes tracing the patterns on the white ceiling, a sigh escaped as my muscles relaxed. Something told me I was forgetting something… Homework? Pst, done. Cleaning? Done. Relaxing? I laugh, done. Dinner? I glanced at the boiling water on the stove, fresh tomatoes and vegetables diced and homemade spaghetti sauce in the crock pot, lined with rows of recently used spices.

"Tikki-" Right before I was going to ask her if I'd forgotten, cus' she would've known, my phone ding. Adrien's phone number popped up, I had yet to put him as a contact but our recent chat history reminding me of the surreal night. Popping popcorn in my mouth, I swiped his message.

A- OMW You need me to pick anything up?

I gawked, flashing my gaze to the clock on the oven, it was already 6! It felt good, to do nothing but of course I can't do anything for myself without it blowing up in my face.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-" The doorbell rang, "Shit shit shit shit shit…"

I ran upstairs, painfully gagging on the toothbrush I shoved into my mouth, grimacing at my naked face. The doorbell rang again, Tikki already hiding upstairs. I could see her eyes, like beads shining from her bed. Then it hit me, as I was rummaging to find pants, this was Adrien. Laughing, I regretted the extra energy I used for nothing. So what if I parade in shorts? That I look like a naked siamese cat? The cold sank into my bones when I opened the door. Instead of expecting the gold sun, I saw a comet of red. "Nate? What's up?"

He didn't try to hide his gaze that ran me up and down, and the blush that was the aftermath. "Just wanted.. To see if you're busy or.."

"Actually," Some part of me didn't want him to know I would be with Adrien. "I was about to go out, to meet my mom."

"Oh.. Oh! That's good, okay." He hid a bag I just noticed behind his back. "Yeah, I have to study for that huge calculus test, felt like stopping by from my walk back from work."

I nodded, every part of my legs compulsing from the frigid air. When he still wasn't satisfied, "I'll text you okay? Facetime?"

In that moment he looked like the shy, awkward ten year old I remembered way back, nodding in bliss. "Yes, please." I closed the door a bit, trying not to be rude but rather using it to protect me from the wind. I shivered, a little too dramatically. "Later, Alligator."

My eyebrows furrowed in amusement, I recovered from an ugly snort in time to call back. "In a while, Crocodile." Finally waving, I slammed the door to run to the heated kitchen appliances in the kitchen to smooth down my goosebumps. I had left my phone on the counter, still open to Adrien's chat. No way he'd show up on time… Did we even set a time? He responded to his own message.

A- Hot chocolate or coffee?

M- Coffee!

A- Iced?

M- Caramel swirl frappuccino

A- … Do you not know what season it is outside?

M- Thanks!

I stirred the boiling water, sliding in two packs of angel hair spaghetti into it, seeing I'll be feeding another mouth. My toes painfully stuck to the humid floor as I navigated my way in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later a big thump came from the front door, I yelled "It's open!" As I was sipped on the sauce to taste it. His entrance was unnecessarily loud, he basically kicked his way in. The difference between Nate's gentle taps to Adrien's heavy boots clash on the mahogany was hilarious, some kind of comedy panel. With a trail of fresh snow, he stumbled in arms full of a cardboard tray of starbucks and plastic bag of supplies- most likely.

"Jesus christ," His teeth chattered, plopping everything down on the coffee table before kicking the door shut and stripping of his layers. "How, in the hell, can you hold that or even drink it without getting frostbite?"

"I'm not a baby," I stirred the spaghetti to prevent it from sticking together. "Not like someone. Did you get warm milk or something?" I teased.

He breathed into his hands before taking into consideration. "Hot chocolate is kind of like milk, right?"

"Oh my god.." I shook my head, blinding myself with the steam of dinner. Adrien, a little less than agile, made his way to the kitchen and sat on one of the benches on the counter, the one I sat on the last time I saw my mom two days ago.

"You made me dinner?" I could hear him grin.

"No, I made myself dinner." I said cooly. An awkward pause gripped the silence, until I turned over my shoulder to the uncomfortable Adrien who really thought I wasn't going to give him any of the extra portions I've made. "Since you got me coffee… I'll consider giving you some of my famous pasta."

I could feel the atmosphere relax visibly, already feeling his grin widen. "I almost lost my fingers for you, you can spare me some."

"We'll see." I switched off the gas, and made my way from behind the counter. Adrien's eyes widen in horror.. "What? What is it?" I gripped the wooden spoon as a weapon, ready.

"This is why you don't grow."

"Hu-What?" I dropped the elevated utensil.

"Because, you literally froze. Are you a Disney princess, by chance?" He gestured to my expose legs. Rolling my eyes I made it back to my couch with Adrien on my heels. I have to admit, seeing him dressed up nice and warm from head to toe sent an unfamiliar chill down my spine, sporting a grey v-neck sweater with a white undershirt, and a flexible leather jacket as well as light washed jeans fit with wool socks you'd wear while spending a weekend in Antarctica. Fire and ice, huh?

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with, show me what we're workin' with." He sat down on the opposite side of the couch, casually making himself comfortable by hugging a pillow I had stitched a feather pattern on, colors matching the blanket I draped around my self.

"Eager, are we? Okay, I took some notes while you were gone- I know I don't have the best hand writing but still, it's better than nothing. And here's the project rubric and guideline," He handed me a packet of papers. "I've highlighted the parts, if you don't mind, that we can split up with. Of course, I gave you the ones I took the most note on, and-Hey? What's wrong?"

I closed my mouth, dragging my eyes to his face. "You did this? You?"

"Should I be offended or? You know what, don't answer 'cus I am so proud of myself. Who knew actually taking notes helped you!" Please in himself.

"Every-"

"Don't finish that. Just take the damn papers, Dupain." I grabbed the rest and skimmed it. I didn't recognize his handwriting and had assumed he used his looks to get someone like Sabrina to do this work, but I recognized his curly M's and N's and L's, they reminded me of old spiralling beams on stairs, how they wrapped around the other letters in between the light blue lines of the paper, his 'g's like a continuous hook that brushed it's next letter. Heat flushed in my cheeks, why am I getting hot over letters? I shook it, and put all my efforts to know what I was reading, it took at least three tries for me to actually comprehend all the gibberish. I turned to see Adrien take out a long piece of poster board, already lightly writing his rough draft about the Soviet Union. Spotting the note cards, I started writing my own drafts using his notes as leverage, suddenly irritated that I was practically doing nothing but copying. Fifteen minutes in, I got up to check on dinner, fixing a plate for me and him. Sitting it down in a free space from the coffee table he was hunched over, a groan escaped his throat. "God lord, I haven't smelled anything this good in ages."

I went back to get us a small bowl of salad and a warm toasted piece of baguette. A smile played on my lips remembering his awkwardness. "Really? Mireille looked like a girl who could cook."

He scoffed at that, "Oh please, even if she did all she'd be making is fake meat and bowls of dry lettuce. Oh, I see you remembered the baguette." Heat blazed every inch of his face.

"Why of course, you were so determined anyways." I scrunched my nose, "And why would you want to have the same diet as a farm animal? Oh, water or soda?"

"Soda, coke if you have it. And I know right? Always the same." This time he scrunched his nose, "I thought all girls were the same."

"Oh please, you haven't seen Alya eat a whole four-person family size serving of mac'n'cheese before-Here you go." Handing him a chilled can, I sat back, barely registering I was talking about her. About his girlfriend.

"Thanks," He took it gently, brushing a finger over my hand. I hopped but managed to pass it off as stubbing my toe on the coffee table-which I did too. "Still clumsy as ever, Dupain."

I sighed, "Tragic, right?"

"Very." He grinned foolishly, enough to make me want to squeak at it. Like how I would back when I liked him. Now that's a dark memory. "Alrighty, you think we can finish this by 11?"

I almost choked on my noodles, "But it's not even 8!"

"Tst, tst, you didn't read the rest? We have to make an essay as well."

I nodded. "We still have until Monday," I reminded.

He blinked. "Oh yeah…" His eyes wondered around the room as if looking for a distraction. He almost knocked the entire couch down when he made his way to the TV that was on one of those 300 channels that played music. "One Missed Call, The Ring, The Haunting of Molly Hartley, The Fourth Kind, Orphan- Marinette!"

It was shockingly clear how I noted it was the first time he said my name full name all day. "Yeah?"

"You never told me you were a horror geek!"

I puzzled, "Somethin' wrong with that?" I crossed my legs close to myself. Suddenly on edge, embarrassed even.

"No, no no no, we so are going to have a marathon and watch all of these." He looked like a boy at a candy store. He looked up startled to find another collection hidden beneath, "All of these!"

I laughed despite myself. "You love them too?"

"Yes, but Nino is such a wimp when it comes to these, and I'm too chicken shit to watch it alone." He saw me wince, and came back to my side. The memory of the party flicked into my mind. "Hey, you okay? I mean we don't have to watch all the gory ones, probably the supernatural ones, even slasher… What?" My cheeks ached with a smile, met with Adrien's. "This weekend, when we finish the project. You, me, discounted candy, hot-I mean ice coffee?"

"Mirielle?"

It was like he forgot he had been dating Mirielle for a little over a month, "What about her?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide my smile. "Where is she in this equation?"

Swiping his hand as if vanishing from his head, "She can't handle scary movies, like I can't handle her chick flicks."

"Eh.. I don't know, I mean I think she thinks I'm trying to get you…"

"Huh? Get me?" Confusion.

"Like.. Take you away?"

"Oh… Where?"

I rolled my eyes, "She thinks I'm trying to take you from her!"

"What? No! Where'd you get that from? She knows we're just friends."

As if reflex, I circled my thumb around my miraculous. "Friends…"

"We are.. Aren't we?" Nothing mean or flaming flashed in his eyes, not the same hatred we both threw back at each other. I nodded, numbly and then with feeling of butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a little girl, like I just met someone with the same Hello Kitty tin lunch box that declared us the bestest friends. I was too old to get so happy on making friends. I made plenty of friends, hell, I was class president for three years because of my popularity but never had I felt the same as I did now, the same way Alya declared me her best friend infront on Alix whose matching lunchbox was no match with Alya's determination.

"We are." I said slowly, sounding out each word and both syllables in my mind.

"Then, this weekend. Saturday?"

"I don't know if I can handle seeing you three days in a row..." And when his face dropped in plausible horror, I laughed despite myself. "Kidding! Yes, it sounds like a plan."

He punched my shoulder, not afraid to hold back his strength. Knowing that I could hold myself and that I could punch him with twice the force effortlessly, more than anyone else. I smiled at that.

…

I didn't think it was possible, but I eventually found the bottom of the sauce pan, I was literally in a food coma.

"I blame you." I moaned on my back. Glancing the best I could at Marinette who sat in front of my long legs on the couch, still working on the project.

"Hey, I didn't dare you to do anything." She got up, and rummaged through a drawer. "I think we have Pepto Bismol."

…...

It all started with me amazed that someone so small could eat probably as much as a small elephant and not gain weight."Oh yeah? You've eaten two times as much." She flipped her bangs behind her ear, her loose bun was now down to her neck, she ripped it out probably out of sheer discomfort, he black hair waving down to her lower back.

"I'm a growing boy. It's normal. What's not normal is for a 40lb girl eat five times her weight." I made my way to the kitchen, half the pot of spaghetti and sauce still left. It felt like a waste to have it thrown away, Marinette's home cooking that is. I absently stared into it.

"What is it?" She called from the living room, leaning back into the couch the best she could to get a view of me in her kitchen.

"You bet I could eat the rest?"

"Please don't."

"I'm gonna do it." Getting another bowl from the cabinet I remember her getting them from.

"Oh god." She watched in amusement and horror as I devoured the rest of it, even stopping to do the dishes. When she had to escort me back to the couch to lie down, that's when I saw the mistake of eating pounds of spaghetti.

"So good.." I whispered.

"Hm?" She was half listening, putting the final touches on the paper.

"Not even the most expensive restaurants could serve something like that."

I felt her grin, despite having my arm draped over my eyes. She was repositioning herself on the sofa that was littered with my extra clothing, like leather jacket and sweater, of course my winter socks, that I had stripped off when I started sweating from the heat. Suddenly her attire didn't look so off. A pounding at the door made me groan even more, "Oh shush." I felt the sofa move after her weight moved off it, towards the door.

"Mom?" She called, it didn't take the draft from the open door to make me sit up straight despite the full stomach.

"Marinette, it's almost midnight, what?" Her mother was dressed in a sleek black dress, as if she came from a business dinner of some sort. Her eyes widened when she saw me, only wearing a thin white t-shirt and jeans. Had it been so late? "Adrien?" She squinted from the door and dimlit room.

"Mrs. Dupain-Cheng! Hello, uh me and Marinette- Or Marinette and I were working on a history project you see, and that um, cus she was sick I was jus-" I was flustered and I never got flustered. Marinette leaned against the door, her head tilting to her shoulder and sent me an amused look. I only stopped because she held out her hand, thank god.

"We were working on homework."

"Oh." Her mother nodded, Marinette had to grab her arm and lightly guide her from the opened door. "I missed you." She turned to Marinette.

"Mhm," Marinette said softly with a hum, shoving her hands in the joint pocket of her sweatshirt after shutting the door. "Dad came, by the way." It felt like I was intruding, I mean I was, but even more so. Her mother went towards a window, peering outside towards the parking lot. Marinette shot a glance towards me but must've thought better of it, I mean what do I know? "Who are you looking for?" Mari called, itching for a fight.

Her mom jumped back, as if she had completely forgotten two teenagers were watching her every move. She hastily put a fallen piece of hair from her bun back behind her ear, something Mari mirrored. She must've learned it from her. "No one, sweetie." But even that didn't convince me.

"Oh my god. Did you bring someone home!?" Mari took a step back, I was already on my feet behind her to catch her buckling knees just incase.

Sabine looked astonished, casting two glances between the two of us. "Of course I didn't!"

"Mom your makeup is all smudged." With the shadow casted from the open curtain, she looked like a raccoon from the way her mascara smudged. She absently wiped it away, looking at her feet. "Where were you?" Sabine found her focus again, but it didn't seem to settle in her mind her daughter's question. "You told me you'd be home two days ago. Dad even stopped by, he didn't even know where you were."

"Marinette you don't understand- A lot of things have happened and.."

"And?" Marinette's voice was stripped with emotion. Sabine looked for a way out, her eyes darting everywhere, resting on mine as if surprised I was still there.

"Mari, not when we have people over…"

She rolled her eyes, my hands which were on her back to support her were now brushing down the side of her arm in an encouraging action. A reminder that I was there too, for her. "Why won't you tell me? Why don't I know where my parents are? Where you or dad go?" A sob choked her throat. Jesus christ what did she go through? I tighten my grip around her forearm, she blinked away forming tears and looked at me- as if she just remembered I was there and the light tension on her arm had brought her back to reality. "Adrien.." Her lip quivered, but when she took a deep breath her whole body relaxed. "I'll text you.." She whispered.

My body moved before my mind, I caressed her damp cheek. "You sure? I don't want to leave you like this." My voice matched her whisper. She nodded, biting her lip and tilting into my hand, my warmth.

"I'll be okay. I promised." She gave me her best effort in a warming smile.

"I'll text you." I knew her well enough to see her locking people out, shutting me out. Acting as if this never happened. I ruffled her hair and went to the living room to collect my things, Marinette following to help and speed things up although I wanted to stay longer. As she handed me the petticoat I came in with, I brushed my fingers over her and squeezed through the thick material. I gave a nod towards her mother, who smiled through a, I guess a Dupain-Cheng famous, facade. Wiping away whatever trace of broken family there was. "Goodbye, Sapphire."

She scrunched her nose again, "Sapphire? That's by far the worse nickname you've ever came up with. Worse than Dupain." She shook her head, tilting it on the door. "Where'd you even get that from?"

I pointed at my eyes, indicating her vibrant blue ones and brought my hand to tap the empty space on my forehead. "Look it up." I smiled at her confused look, letting the mystery sink in. I'd harass her about it later, but right now this house reminded me all too much of my own. Seated in my car, Marinette watched until I drove away. Memories flooded my mind, memories and feelings. I spun, performing a sharp U-Turn from my way home to Nino's, where he was surely up playing video games. Grateful that I had a night pack for these occasions still in the back seat of my car. With a glance from the side mirror, I tapped on the wheel as I made my way down the recently plowed roads, glancing at my phone on the passenger side every minute.

….

"Your father was here?" We moved from standing at the threshold to the sofa, still littered with papers and writing utensils, as well as Adrien's dark green scarf.

I nodded.

"Where'd he go?"

I shrugged.

"Marinette, answer me."

I shook my head.

My mom rolled her neck, her bones releasing oxygen in satisfying cracks. "I'm sorry. It's all over now. Okay? I'm not leaving. Neither is you dad." I finally returned her gaze.

"Really?"

"Yes. We've taken care of it all." She smiled.

"The bakery?"

This time she went mute, shaking her head. But then sat up, pleading almost. "But not for long!" She smiled. "Just until we can pay off some bills, get situated and sort some things out-"

"Are you cheating on dad?" I blurted out. I could've slapped her across the face, the way she reacted.

"Of course not! We love eachother, so much. We love you so much." I nodded.

"Then why?" I whispered, eyes darting between nothing trying to find answers. My mother found her posture, leaning closer to listen to me.

"Why?!" My mom understood and recoiled at the outburst.

"I promise-"

"Promises, always promises. What are your guy's promises to me?"

"Marinette-Please-,"

"Understand? I can't understand something I don't know!" I screamed.

"Please, Marinette." She flexed her hand. "There is a man."

I sat up, pointing a shaking finger at her. "I knew i-"

"A dangerous man." She still stared at where my eyes would be if I was sitting, she glanced up from under her eyelashes. I could see her chest elevate before speaking again. "Your father and I, we've been fighting for protection, but the police haven't been.. Corporerating."

"How so?" It hit me all at once.

"They can't do anything if he hasn't given clear.. Threats.. And we don't have proof.."

"What proof do you have.. Like how come I've never heard of anything?"

"Just these silly letters, they mean nothing. Really. A child could've written them." That sent a chill down my spine, a possible killer with the mind of a child.. Or vise versa. "Marinette, it's nothing. Trust me, they're just drawings."

"Drawings?"

She bit her lip, "Of butterflies, they just kept showing up one day, on the door, the window, all over your father's car."

Butterflies? "How come I've never seen one?"

She smiled sadly. "Your father and I, we managed to scare him off. We're safe now. Don't worry."

Don't worry? Really? So many questions were running through my head. "But.. Wait.." I didn't feel safe, I felt like I was so blindly in danger, ignorant of everything.

"Please, Marinette." She sounded exhausted, like letting go of a rope the tied her down with hundreds of pounds. "We're safe. I don't want to think about it, your father will be home tomorrow, he's finishing up business at the police station. We're safe." She repeated, though each time stripped me. Did he watch me? Follow me? See me transfer? See me change? I started gagging, collapsing on my knees. "Mari! Oh Mari! This is why.." She hauled me up to her, rocking me back and forth. Her shushes muted my sobs, but the same thing raced through my head. Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies. Why? A ding from my phone sent me upright from my mother's arms, suddenly it felt like everything was watching me, that my phone was going to lead me to a dark outcome. But it was Adrien. My mom seized my wrist, bringing it close to her face.

"Marinette. I want you to know, you're safe. We stopped him, and we're going to save the bakery! It's just, we had to put everything on hold-And we'd never, ever, leave you home unprotected. Trust me. You weren't in danger, okay? Never. Not for a second."

I nodded, swallowing. "How do you know?"

"Security cameras, we hired people to watch the house, nothing showed up and no one came…" She looked like she was biting something back, but I chose to ignore it for my own sanity.

"So..We're normal, again?"

"Oh yes, a thousand times yes. Everything's alright. Okay? Now go put something warm on for Christ's sake." She laughed shakingly, I grabbed my phone and kissed her wet cheeks. Knowing her, the smudged makeup was from crying-Not from sadness as I first thought, but happiness. But… Why did she still shut the curtains? Peer out of them every minute to the same unchanged landscape? Why did my dad suddenly storm in on Nate and me when… Stop it Marinette. For the first time things are actually making sense.. Right? I left my mom as she called my dad, laughing lightly at his corny jokes he'd make as a greeting. I won't ruin this moment, not now. Bouncing on my bed, I slid my phone out.

A- Did you look up what it means?

M- What means?

A- Sapphire, forget already, Sport?

M- Of please.

He wasn't going to pry, and I was grateful for it. Swiping to Safari, I searched the meaning of Sapphire, a stone whose shades of blue could of been taken from my iris, like those color droppers on Photoshop. Skimming through the very first website suggested. "...Sapphire is beneficial for mental clarity…. lessens confusion and shows the way to hope… hope into life where there was hopelessness….Physically…. crystal healing...to bring joy, peace, and beauty." It was like he found everything and anything the applied to my situation and just showered me with security and empathy. My eyes stopped on the text that reminded me of how he pointed at his forehead. "Sapphire is primarily related to the third eye..." Doing another quick search on third eye chakra, I reopened our chat.

M- I don't think I have that good of eyesight.

A- Nonsense, you can read me like an open book.

Pausing my reasearch, memories flooded back to when I had first handedly encountered his father with an internship, how Adrien transitioned to a straight -A, absent once every week to a failing student who was lucky to of even shown up once every two weeks. I tried to help him, get him involved while also get closer to him. But we both knew how that ended. And idea came to me and I switched back to Safari.

M- Whatever you say… Emerald.

I cringed as I called him that.

M- I didn't think there would come a day where I'd actually channel my inner Chat Noir.

A- Everyone has it darlin'. And "This stone is not considered a flaw," why thank you.

M- Probably shouldn't of boosted your ego...

I read the website more, about a Crystal who shared his very shade of green. "... Used for intuitive awareness, meditation, and spirituality…. remove barriers to spiritual growth and thus raise consciousness….a strong stone of protection… stone of love and romance…. passion and domestic bliss with unconditional love… brings balance within relationships, as well as friendship…. emerald is used to heal the heartbreak and put one back on the path to love…. helpful for healing abuse issues and trauma…. brings patience with those - including one's self- who struggle with issues stemming from past pains… can help realize Divine love." I stopped reading, had to pry my eyes away from the website. Spot on, everything was. Dammit, it felt like I was 13 reading my horoscope again as well as Adrien's. I blushed, not knowing why. A dark voice whispered in the back of my mind, Mirielle is lucky. So lucky. No, I'm lucky. To have him there for me, here for me right now- I mean I'll be hanging out with both of them tomorrow!

A- Still there?

M- Yep. Are you patrolling?

A- Yeah, you just relax okay? I'll handle Paris. Don't strain yourself, especially when you recovered from being sick. Sleep tight kiddo.

M- Thanks mom.

A- See ya' darlin'.

After some screaming sobs into my pillow mixed with giddy laughter, all these emotions had left me emotional drain. The thought Adrien was actually hanging out with me, acting as if we've been friends all our lives.. And the possibility of some insect loving stalker watching me. I had pleasantly odd dreams that night, and awoke to the warmth and delicious smells that both my parents had created. I started crying once I saw the fresh and bare christmas tree that would be decorated by us, the Dupain-Chengs, by Adrien, by Mirielle. My life was finally turning around, maybe it was my 'third eye chakra,' or maybe it was from someone's 'heart chakra.'

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?! Shocker. Thanks for the reviews! I love them so much, like they fill me with such joy. I know I was going to update the others but I just love this. Like I've thought of so many different ways I wish I could create them all- Maybe I will? Okay. Love you all XOXO Thank you for supporting me, I know I'm new to all of this, and that this is like my biggest fanfic. I'll probably be posting it on other sites as well, I'm still figuring this out. Thanks for reading and keeping up! Hope you like it and if you're interested in where I found the crystal info, their on a website called , their chakras too, oh and I had to research on the Third Eye Chakra, very interesting stuff... Cheesy but they really did describe them so well, like it was so fitting.