Hey, I'm back! This is the only chance I've had to go on FF and I really wanted to post this. I had a hockey game today and I have the state tests that start tomorrow, oh joy. Anyway, I scanned through this for mistakes, but I don't have the time to read it completely, so I apologize in advance for mistakes along the way. This one's actually pretty long, more than 5,000 words not including the A/N. Thank you to BroadwayFanGirl91 for showing me how to insert line breaks, I think the whole 'XXXXXXXXXXXXX' thing I was doing was pretty annoying... sorry for that...

I actually do have a warning; this chapter contains minor violence and swearing...nothing major though

Well that's enough rambling, here's chapter three of Mistakes…

(…Right after the disclaimer…)

I don't own anything except for my OCs.

"Guys, we totally bombed yesterday." Joshua said, "They weren't in the brother's house."

"Yeah, but the bright side is that we saw a grown man pee his pants when we burst through his door!" Timmy cheered.

The other detectives laughed at the memory of barging into the house and scaring the man out of his pants. It was a total waste of time because the brother had seen Steve in over three years because of his dangerous behavior. The detectives were laughing and sharing funny moments with each other, but Brad was checking and rereading the notes he had taken. He groaned, "We'll have to check the mother's house now, let's get going!" He stood up ready to leave.

Timmy checked her address again, "It's an hour away." He noted.

"Then let's hurry up." Brad said walking towards the door, "We have no time to waste." He replied in hast.

"Okay slow down, sheesh." Ron muttered gathering his stuff.

"Why are in such a hurry anyway?" Timmy asked as he rose from his chair.

Brad quickly turned around and narrowed his eyes at his fellow workers, "Why am I in such a hurry?"

The others nodded their heads, "We've got some time, so chill, relax and take a breather man!" One man said.

Brad rolled his eyes and continued, "I'm in such a hurry because two kids are missing!" He yelled, "How do you think the parents feel right now? I'm a Dad and I know I would be worried out of my mind if my kids were kidnapped by a criminal! Some of you are parents too, don't you know how the family is feeling. Or did that just slip your minds?" He paused a moment staring at the men in front of him, "Forget the family right now; how do you think those two innocent boys feel? One second they're going on vacation with their family and then the next second they're kidnapped by some crazy stranger! I don't know about you guys, but I'd be scared out of my mind. But maybe it's just me because that's right, we don't have to hurry! Why don't we just stop at Taco Bell on the way there? I bet you'd all love that, because we don't need to be in any hurry at all; life's fine and we don't have a job to fulfill! We don't have kids to save!"

The other men didn't move from their spots for a few moments and didn't make one sound. The only thing you could here was Brad's heavy breathing. After a while Brad sighed and plopped down into his chair, "I'm sorry guys." He apologized.

The other detectives shared uneasy glances and then Joshua stepped forward, "No Brad, we should be apologizing. We were so wrapped up in meaningless things that we forgot our duty."

Timmy stepped forward and stood next to Joshua, "Yeah, we're sorry. Now we're willing and able to help!" He said.

The detectives behind them also took a step forward and nodded their heads. Brad smiled and stood up to face his friends, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The other detectives cheered as they all ushered out of the office to start their way to Steve's mom's house.

Isabella offered Candace a tissue and she gratefully took it and wailed, "Maybe I should apologize first, Isabella. I know how much stress Mom is under right now and she probably doesn't even now what she said."

Isabella nodded her head in agreement, "You'd feel much better if you did."

Candace sighed and looked at Isabella, "I guess you're right…but I just- I'm too scared." She admitted.

Isabella looked over at her friends in confusion, "Of what?"

Candace lay back down on her bed and closed her eyes, "I don't even know Isabella, but there's something tugging in my stomach and I don't like it."

Isabella looked down at her friend and grabbed her hands, "Candace, I know you don't want to, but it would help your mom a lot. And trust me; I know she's going through a lot right now, help her out by just apologizing."

Candace nodded her head and sat straight up, "You're right, Isabella! I'm gonna help my Mom." She siad proudly and hopped of her bed. She thanked Isabella one more time before running out of her room to her mom, "Mom!" She yelled as she ran down the stairs.

When entered the living room she saw her Mom on the couch with her face buried in her hands as she cried. Candace sighed and walked to her mother. She sat down next to her and gave her a strong, firm hug.

"Oh Candace, I miss them so much…" Her mother cried into her shoulder. Candace rubbed her mother's back and took in a deep breath, "I'm so sorry Mom. I know this is my entire fault, but I'm sorry!" Candace cried breaking down into tears.

Linda broke away from Candace's hug and looked sat her daughter with confusion, "What are you talking about, honey?" She wiped a tear from her daughter's eye as she waited for an answer.

"Y-You said Mom, that if the c-car was g-gone then you were blaming me." Candace stuttered as she looked down at her lap.

"What?" Linda muttered to herself trying to remember when she had said such a thing.

"In the store, Mom..." Candace whispered when she noticed her mom's hesitation.

Linda drew in a sharp breath and covered her mouth, "Candace, I'm so sorry, baby. I should have never said that. I didn't think they'd be gone. I'm so sorry!" She started to cry once again.

Candace gave her Mom a hug, "It's okay, I didn't think they'd be gone either. I only ran in to take a quick bathroom break. I thought the boys would be right in that car and the car would be right where we left it."

Linda hugged her daughter and the two began to cry in each other's shoulders. Isabella watched from the steps and smiled as they shared a big hug. She sighed and looked down at her feet when she heard chatter, "Oh Perry, I hope Phineas and Ferb are okay…" She cried into his fur as she tightly hugged him.

"Ma!" Steve called as he headed towards the front door.

"Yes, Stevie?" She said walking over to him.

"I'm heading out to the pawn shop to get some big bucks for all of this jewelry. Don't let those two out; I've got the only key to the door, but still keep close eyes on them." He ordered her.

She nodded her head and said her goodbyes as he left. Once he was gone she sat done and switched on the T.V. She tried to concentrate on the T.V., but she couldn't. The only thing on her mind was those poor two boys locked in a hidden basement with nothing- no food or water for two days. She bit her lip arguing with herself if she should just go down and give the boys a snack. She was scared though; if Steve found out then she'd be dead meat. She made an extra key for the basement just in case so getting in was no problem, but God forbid somehow he found out he'd kill them. She sat in silence for a few moments before she nodded her head and decided she was going to do it. She got up from her seat and headed to the kitchen.

She was about to enter the doorway when people barged through her door and yelled, "It's the Police! Freeze with your hands in the air!"

Margaret froze and squeezed her eyes shut. So close… she thought.

The officers came over to her and Joshua and Timmy each grabbed on of her arms. Joshua waved the warrant in front of her face to prove they had permission.

"Watch her while we search the house!" Brad yelled to Joshua and Timmy. They nodded their heads and then Brad and the rest of the detectives and officers went ton their way to search the house.

Margaret wanted the police to find the boys but at the same time she didn't. She knew that she and the boys would be in danger. She turned towards Joshua and asked, "What seems to be the problem, officers?"

"Your son has robbed a jewelry store, but more importantly he has kidnapped two young boys." Joshua replied.

Margaret put a surprised look on her face and exclaimed, "That's terrible!" but inside she just wanted to shout and yell until the officers discovered the boys.

Timmy nodded his head, "Sure is, their family is freaking out. Their mother is a wreck and their sister hides her self away all day blaming herself."

"They're brothers…" Margaret whispered. She felt even more guilty that the family had to deal with two loses.

Joshua nodded his head, "Yup, bright and creative little youngsters. They were on their way to a family vacation and when the boys were retrieving their toolbox they were kidnapped."

Margaret knew that these officers were trying to get her to tell them something and she wanted to, but she just couldn't risk that kind of a chance.

A few moments later the officers and detectives came back down the stairs and announced, "We found nothing, boys. We'll have to move on."

Brad groaned, "Nothing? Nothing at all? Not even a strand of hair? Absolutely nothing?"

The others nodded their heads slowly, "We're sorry sir. We'll have to keep looking."

Margaret closed her eyes and tried to block out the worried conversation that they were having. Instead she bit her lip and nodded her head slowly, "Good luck."

They nodded their heads and thanked her, "Thank you ma'am. We'll need all the luck we can get." With that the exited the house leaving Margaret alone with her thinking.

She sighed once they were gone and blamed herself even more for not telling them the information they needed to know. She crept out to the kitchen to grab something for the boys. But not long after she reached the doorway Steve came through the front door screaming and yelling.

Steven smirked as he left the pawn shop; he just turned in all the jewelry he had 'borrowed' for a big spanking check!

He threw open the car door and started turned the key in the ignition. He made his way to his mother's house faster than the usual speed he drives with. He was so ecstatic from all of the money on the check. He didn't think anything could ruin his happiness- that is until he saw a bunch of police cars driving away from the house.

"Shit" He muttered as he pounded on the steering wheel, "Of course that witch would call the cops when I left! Why wouldn't she?" He mentally smacked himself in the face and groaned, "I'm screwed."

He slowly drove the car until he made sure all the cars had left before barreling into the driveway. He stormed out of the car and entered the house with a look of rage on his face. He spotted his mother and narrowed his eyes. "You stupid moron!" He yelled at her.

Margaret looked at her son in surprise, "E-excuse me?" She stuttered, clearly confused of why he called her that. She scrunched her brow and shook her head, "I didn't do anything."

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes, "Cut the crap, mother!" He crossed his arms and continued to stare her down.

Margaret grew sick and tired of his attitude towards her. She, after all was helping his sorry butt. "I said it once, but I'll repeat it again; I didn't do anything!" She said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh yeah," He asked in disbelief, "then why were the cops here? Huh, how do you explain that?" He spat at her.

"Because Smart One, they're doing an investigation on you and those two boys!" She shouted as she pointed to the carpet. When Steve gave her a confused look she nodded her head and smirked. "They're going to find you and then return those poor boys back to their families! Just you wait and see!"

"Oh, I don't think so." He snarled as he pushed past Margaret and stomped to the center of the carpet.

Isabella let go of Perry and ran over to join Candace and Linda's hug.

Once Perry was on the ground and none of the girls were paying much heed to him, he sneaked out of the living room and up into the boys' room. He tried his hardest to hold in tears as he looked inside the vacant room.

He missed the boys terribly.

He missed Phineas' optimism and enthusiasm. He missed the way he'd throw a pillow at Ferb in the morning to wake him up. His long and endless conversations. The way that he always knew what was on Ferb's mind when he was silent. He wished he could see his pencil scribbling on his blueprints right now.

He missed Ferb's silent nature and his knowledge of a septuagenarian. He missed the way he could have a full conversation with Phineas with only a few blinks. He missed his soft touch on his fur. He wanted to hear his hammer pounding against the nails again.

He wanted to hear, 'Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!' and 'Oh, there you are Perry!'. But most of all he wanted to see his boys again. He just had to…

He did not even realize he was crying until he felt the warm tears sliding down his fur. Sure it's only been two days, but two days was two days too many to be spending with a psychopath; it was two days too many to be gone and separated from their family.

He took off his hat and rested it on his chest, praying for the boys' safe return. After a moment he placed his hat on his head and wiped his eyes. 'There's something I've got to do to help!' He thought. He smiled when an idea struck him and he raced over to their bookshelf. He pulled a lever and turned around to salute the room one more time before jumping down into the chute.

He landed in his chair and pressed the large green button to request Major Monogram. Major Monogram appeared on the screen and greeted Perry, "Hello, Agent P. But I thought you had this week off…Doof's on vacation…you're supposed to be on vacation…" Just the word 'vacation' made Perry flinch. Major Monogram turned to his intern and asked, "That is this week, correct, Carl?"

Carl's voice replied off-screen, "Yes it is, sir."

"…Then why is Agent P here?..."

"I'm not so sure, sir." Carl said uncertainly.

Perry rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open and took out the first picture; a picture of Phineas and Ferb. He smiled when he saw the boys, but then quickly frowned again and showed it to his boss.

Major Monogram arched his eyebrows and said, "Phineas…and…Ferb…?"

Perry nodded his head and then quickly took the photo away to show that Phineas and Ferb are missing.

Major Monogram obviously didn't understand because he repeated slowly, "Phineas…and…Ferb…?"

Perry groaned inwardly and face palmed himself.

"Gosh darn it Carl, what is Agent P trying to say?" Major Monogram said when he saw Perry's frustration.

"Uh, something about Phineas and Ferb…" Carl answered appearing on the screen.

Major Monogram groaned, "I can see that, but what about them?"

Carl shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe they can't find the chicken delivery number?"

"That's ridiculous, Carl! Why would they come to us for a delivery place's phone number?" He said, but then turned to Perry and whispered I've the taco's place right on my pho-"

"Sir, I can hear you!"

"So what? We both know that tacos are better." Major Monogram stated.

Carl shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, sir, chicken's more appetizing than a greasy taco, if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you! I asked Agent P!" Major Monogram turned towards the platypus, "What do you think, Agent P?"

"Krrrr!" Perry chattered as he desperately pointed to his picture once again.

Major Monogram pointed at Perry and declared, "See, he likes tacos!"

"Does not…"Carl whined crossing is arms.

"Carl, if you like your salary then I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you!"

"Krrr!" Perry tried once again. When he realized that Major Monogram and Carl were too busy fighting he sighed and hopped of the chair. He was on his own now.

"…42…" Phineas guessed.

Ferb shook his head causing Phineas to groan, "I guessed every single number between 1-100; it's got to be 42!"

Ferb shook his head again and said, "56.4."

Phineas groaned and lightly nudged Ferb with his elbow, "Totally not fair, bro…"

Ferb smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Phineas sighed and leaned up against the wall, "So, what now?"

Instead of verbally answering him, his stomach responded by grumbling. Phineas placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm hungry too, Ferb." He frowned but he lifted his head in high spirit and snapped his fingers, "Wait a second, I think I may have a chocolate bar in my pocket!"

Ferb's eyes lit up at the thought of food. The boys have been two days without food, water or sleep. This simple, hale melted candy bar was a miracle to them.

Ferb licked his lips as he watched Phineas open up the wrapper. Phineas had difficulty opening it because it was pretty much soup now, but he managed. Once it was out, Phineas spilt it in half and handed one to Ferb and he kept one. They held it by the small decent part of the bar as they munched on it. Soon enough the only thing left was the chocolate on their fingers, but seconds later even that chocolate was licked and eaten.

"Thanks, Phin." Ferb whispered as he threw his arm around his shoulder.

"No problem, buddy." But before he could say something else the door was suddenly thrown open revealing a very angry Steve standing before them. Looking ready to kill.

Steve stomped his feet over to the boys and grabbed their wrists', "We're gonna go on a little trip." He didn't wait for a response, he tugged hard on their arms as he dragged them up the stairs. He snickered when he felt Phineas and Ferb trying to get free, but failing miserably.

Margaret gasped and covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the boys. They were frowning and prying on her son's firm grip. They looked deprived of sleep, water and food, but the worst part about it was they actually were. "Please don't…" She begged him as he walked out the door.

He rolled his eyes and turned around, "What's your problem?" He snapped.

"You can't take these boys! How do you know that I'm not just going to call the police right after you leave, huh?" She crossed her arms.

"You don't have the guts!" He said without hesitation; showing he wasn't scared of her threat.

"Trust me son, I have the guts. I won't have second thoughts when I dial 9-1-1! You can bet your pathetic life on that!" She spat back at him. Even though she knew she'd probably hesitate because is the two ever came face to face after that, then she be killed. She just had act strong to trick her son.

"Ya' know, I used to think that you were a sweet kid, but you grew up to be nothing but an asshole…" She trailed off as she narrowed her eyes at him.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed the boys' wrists making them wince and try harder to get free. "Well guess what, I always thought you were a witch! I guess we're even."

She shook her head, "No Steve, we're not even until you're behind bars!"

He growled at her and transferred Ferb's wrist to his other hand and he slapped Margaret hard against the face. She was not expecting this and she fell to the floor. She rubbed her cheek as she stared up at her deranged son.

He pulled the cheek out of his pocket and waved it around, "You see this? This is a check of 5 grand! FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS! Maybe if you behave I'll get ya' something with it. But, don't think I'll hesitate to buy a shot gun to take you and these brats' heads off!" He shouted before he turned away and dragged then boys after him.

Phineas and Ferb did their best to slow him down, but it didn't work. Steve dragged them out of the house and into the car; empty bellied and tears streaming down their faces.

Perry quickly made his way to his jet pack and flew off. He was flying to Steve's mom's house. The police had checked earlier, but he could always double check just to be sure.

He felt hot tears burn his eyes as he flew. He knew he thought this before, but he could stop himself. He missed his boys. He wanted to hear the boys building, Phineas' non-stop chattering, Ferb's pounding of his hammer. The late night conversations they had together. They'd climb into one bed and make an amazing fortress with blankets and they'd quietly talk to each other. Even Ferb took part in the talking; Phineas did always have a way of getting him to talk. They'd whisper and giggle as they took turns telling stories and hugging Perry. For the first few months Ferb arrived, he'd have nightmares about his mom back in England. So they boys would grab Perry and snuggle until they fell asleep. Of course Perry fell asleep last; it was his duty to make sure the boys were okay. Now a-days though, they talk about plans and discuss what they're going to do tomorrow.

Perry smiled at the thought of his boys. He was so caught in his thought he didn't even realize a red station wagon pulling out of the driveway.

I'm going to hid you two somewhere you'll never be found." Steven shouted as the car drove along the woods. Phineas and Feb leaned on each other's shoulders for comfort as Steve continued to drive and go on and on about his 'ultimate hiding spot'.

Phineas rolled his eyes and looked over at Ferb. 'How ya' doing?' Phineas asked using their mind reading devices. Phineas secretly hoped that Ferb had his turned on so that he could hear him. The duo had not been able to upgrade them yet so they could only read each other's minds not send messages.

'Hanging in there' Phineas smiled as he read Ferb's thoughts, 'How about you?'

'I could be better.' Phineas answered back.

'We'll get out Phin…' Ferb thought, trying to brighten his and his brother's hopes.

'I hope so.' Phineas sighed.

Ferb looked up at his brother and gave him a hug, 'I love you, bro.'

Phineas smiled and hugged him back, 'Me too, bro, me too.'

Of course Steve had to open his mouth and interrupt the moment the two brothers were sharing, "We're here." He snarled from the front seat of the car.

He parked the car on the street and dragged the boys from the back to front seat of the car before he dragged them out of it. They were restraining as much as they could, but nothing seemed to be working.

Ferb's arm was almost ready to give out when he heard his brother calling him in his mind. 'Ferb! Ferb, distract him! I've got a plan!'.

Ferb bit his lip, but eventually he gave in to his brother, 'Just be careful, Phin…' he thought back to Phineas.

Phineas smiled and nodded his head eagerly at Ferb, as saying 'Go on, bro! Now or never!'. Ferb decided to distract the psycho by going 'boneless'. Steve groaned and grunted as he tried to pull the extra weight Ferb was causing him to pull. When Steve's attention was focused on Ferb, Phineas swiftly grabbed the check out of his pocket and began to rip it up into tiny shreds.

Ferb's eyes widened; he couldn't believe what Phineas had just done! Was he trying to get himself killed?

The ripping sound caused Steve to whip his head around, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing…"

Steve yelled and threw Ferb harshly to the ground. He glared at Phineas and actual steam started rising from his ears. "You little brat!" He screamed. He clenched his fists and growled. He narrowed his eyes and took a few steps closer to Phineas. Phineas was well aware of this and he too took steps backwards, but Steve's steps were larger so before Phineas was far out of reach he slapped him across the face.

Phineas fell to the ground with a thud and winced as he rubbed his sore cheek. When he saw Steve slowly approaching him he jumped to his feet and ran. He quickly turned his head around and caught Steve chasing him and fast.

Ferb flinched when he saw that man tackle his brother to the ground. He watched as Phineas helplessly squirmed in the man's grip. Steve didn't appreciate the extra work of holding him, so when Phineas didn't stop he slapped his sore cheek once again. "Are you gonna stop?" He taunted.

'Go Ferb! Run and get help!' Ferb heard his brother's scared thoughts and without hesitation he shook his head. 'Phineas, I'm not leaving you here, with that, that, that demented man!'.

Ferb narrowed his eyes and growled when he saw Steve raise his hand to send another blow towards Phineas. 'Oh no you're not!,' Ferb thought to himself.

Ferb quickly ripped off his shoes and tied the laces together to create his nun-chucks. He slowly stepped forward and just as Steve was about to swing his fist, Ferb swung his shoes/nun-chucks and hit him once in the side of the head, back and then the ribs. Ferb smiled when he caught him off guard and he didn't lap his brother.

But instead Steve hopped to his feet and sent a blow right for Ferb's eye. It sent Ferb flying backwards on to his back and he clutched his eye. He groaned and slowly tried to pick himself up, but there was no trouble when he heard his brother's screams, "Ferb!"

Ferb shoot to his feet and dashed to Steve and jumped on his back. When Ferb got there he had tied Phineas' hands and was now onto his feet. Ferb saw that he was about to garb the duck tape, so he tried to grab it. Steve groaned and went to push Ferb out of the way, but Ferb had time to quickly throw it out the way before Steve could get his hands on it. Ferb would have used his shoes, but they flew out of his hands when he was knocked to the ground.

Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed Ferb's wrist to pin him to the ground next to his brother. Steve did the same thing he did to Phineas to Ferb; tied his hands and feet tightly. "Did you think that you two would actually win?" He snarled. "Think again because you lost!" The last bit he snarled in Phineas' face.

Phineas narrowed his eyes and spit in his face and smirked. But right after he shut his eyes for another blow, but didn't feel anything. He opened his eyes to see Steve breathing in and out deeply. He turned around ripped a sock off of one of Ferb's feet. "Maybe this'll keep your mouth shut!" e said as he stuffed the sock into Phineas' mouth and then grabbed the roll of duck tape and taped his mouth shut.

He smiled when he saw a look of frustration on Phineas' face as he attempted to escape. He then turned to Ferb and repeated the same steps. Both boys struggled, but they were no match for Steve. He picked them both up by the collars and lifted them for a few feet before roughly dropping them.

He got down on his hands and knees and started to move leaves and dirt out of the way. "I won, boys, in case you haven't noticed." He smirked as he looked over at the duo who remained narrowing their eyes and calling the man every bad name they knew- in their heads of course. "You'll either die down there of starvation, dehydration, an animal may decide to snack or I may just come and shoot you." He continued to rant on and on about God knows what while Phineas and Ferb took turns calling him names in their heads.

One name practically that Phineas thought made Ferb chuckle out loud. Steve whipped his head around and eyed them, "Is this some game to you two? Do you think this is all fun and games? Maybe you're right, after all it's fun and games- gets even better when someone loses a head! That's what I always say." He smirked at the boys one more time before lifting them, up and tossing them down into the ground and shutting the secret door with a bang.

'Schnitzel, that's a good one, Phineas…'

Steve slammed the door and recovered the leaves by kicking them around to make it look natural. He groaned as he made his way over to the car, "I swear, I think I just got a gray hair from that." He muttered to himself.

He hopped into the car and started the engine, he didn't want to, but he had to go back to his mom. All he had to do was sneak in through the window, that easy. He continued to drive until a thought struck him, "Damn it!" He cursed, "That stupid brat ripped up the check!" He punched the steering wheel and groaned, "I should've grabbed the pieces…"

The next few minutes went just like that; him blaming Phineas and then cursing himself for not grabbing the pieces, blaming, cursing, etc. etc. After a while though, he had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like something was watching him. Either someone was there or he was just paranoid, but we will never find out unfortunately.

He started to drive a bit faster and faster until he was going pretty fast. His adrenaline was kicking in and he wanted to get out of there and fast! He bit his lip and he scrunched his eyes to carefully watch the road in front of him. Before he knew it a deer sprint across the road and in front of him. He screeched and turned the wheel and jerked the car to the left. The car hit a tree head on and his head slammed into the dashboard turning his world black- forever.

I loved Brad's speech in the beginning. xDDD I also loved Perry's 'I miss the moments' especially the last one. About the M.M. and Carl thing, I had to get some sort of laughing part in there; can't all be depressing. Was I the only one that thought this line was kinda Twilight Zoney… 'Either someone was there or he was just paranoid, but we will never find out unfortunately.' Not really sure, whatever, it's cool cuz I I luv that show! Does anybody know where I got the number '42' from? ou can guess in the comments and I'll tell you guys next chapter! That's all for now! xDD

R&R please?