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Chapter 7: Make My Wish Come True

For the first time in his life Dick Casablancas was awake before everyone else. He had awoken first because couldn't seem to stop thinking about Mac and what had happened the evening before in the hot tub. Once he was awake and up he saw that it had snowed during the night and there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground.

He cozied up in a chair to watch the snow, which was still falling. He had mixed feelings about what had happened the day before. He was happy because he liked being around Mac, but he was conflicted. Mac was the type of girl who didn't date casually. And Dick wasn't interested in dating her seriously. He was Dick Casablancas - no girl held him down.

As much as he liked Mac, he wasn't willing give up his partying ways for her. With a firm nod he went about his business until the rest of the houseguests were awake. Dick could sense immediately that, like him, everyone seemed emotionally drained and unsatisfied after the events of the previous night. He noticed that Veronica and Logan were extra distant to each other and Mac was on eggshells around him. He wished he could read her mind. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"Let's go outside," Dick announced to the dreary room.

"Why?" Veronica asked, flipping through the channels.

"It's boring in here," Dick said with a shrug.

They all glanced curiously at each other but followed his lead. They went to go don snow clothes and joined Dick outdoors. When everyone got outside they looked expectantly at Dick, waiting for something to magically appear for them to do.

Dick leaned down and gathered up a handful of snow before launching it at Logan who had been looking off in the distance. The sloppy snowball hit him in the side of the head and Veronica burst into giggles at the look on his face.

"What the hell, Dick!" Logan exclaimed, staring at his friend in anger.

Dick laughed, turned, and ran towards Mac who was smiling at the display.

Logan scowled, reached down to gather a snowball. He threw it towards his friend, but Dick stealthily jumped behind Mac, using her as a human shield.

Mac let out a shriek as Logan's snowball pelted her in the face.

"No one hurts my woman!" Dick yelled before throwing another snowball and watching as it hit Logan.

"Thanks Dick. You're positive proof that chivalry is dead," Mac laughed as she gathered her own snow and packed it into a ball. She launched it at Logan who finally moved out of the way. It land on Veronica who was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide behind him.

Logan quickly turned the patio table on its side and grabbed Veronica, pulling her behind it so they were shielded from Dick's snowballs while they made their own plan of attack.

Seeing this, Mac took Dick by the arm and drug him down the small hill in the backyard to the tree line. Despite the tracks they'd left in the snow, she thought they were pretty well hidden. Dick noticed that Mac had a good arm so he quickly made a bunch of snowballs so they could throw more of them at Veronica and Logan.

After a few minutes prep spent making snowballs, Logan and Veronica had decided go on the offensive. Veronica was so small that she could dart in and out of the trees quickly. Logan followed, less stealthily behind her, the snowballs in loaded in his arms so that he could keep her well supplied with ammo.

Logan built a shield of branches at the edge of the tree line for him and Veronica to hide behind as they approached their foes. Dick and Mac remained hidden amongst the trees. It had been a very long time since the four of them had had fun like this. Each team taunted the other good-naturedly.

"Here's the plan. We need to attack from both sides. You'll have to carry your own snowballs so start making more. We will wait them out and then go all in," Logan commanded.

Veronica nodded and frantically followed his advice.

On the other side of the yard in the trees, Dick and Mac continued to throw snowballs in the direction that they thought the other couple was hiding, but stopped when they noticed they weren't being returned.

Logan and Veronica waited patiently so they could get an exact location on the other couple. Finally, after a 2-minute, silent stand off Mac and Dick popped their heads out from behind the trees to see what was going on. They both got a face full of snow. Logan and Veronica laughed, and high-fived each other on their successful plan. Soon Veronica and Logan were covered in show when Mac and Dick got their revenge. All four of them couldn't stop laughing. They all stayed outside making snow angles and snowmen until they couldn't feel their fingers and toes anymore. Tired and joyful, the friends happily filed back into the house to thaw out.

Veronica was happy that the tenseness of the previous evening had disappeared. If only we could work this well together all the time, she mused. Maybe being friends with Logan and Dick wouldn't be so bad after all.

Veronica took a deep breath before knocking on the door of Logan's bedroom. She fidgeted with the long sleeve sweater she had pulled on to get warm after the snowball fight.

"Hey," Logan said, surprised to find her on the other side of the door.

"Hey," she said, feeling shy all of a sudden.

He moved back and gestured for her to come in. She hesitantly walked across the threshold and gave him a wobbly smile before sitting on his bed. He sat next to her looking just as fidgety.

"What's up?" he asked when she didn't start talking.

She looked down at her hands and told herself to suck it up and just talk to him. "I had fun today," she said finally, forcing herself to look at him.

"Me too," he said, waiting for her to go on. Surely she didn't just come to his room to tell him that she had fun.

"I'm tired of this rollercoaster that we're on," she finally blurted out.

He nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "Me too," he admitted quietly.

"I know you're probably tired of hearing this, but I'm sorry for last night. It's just when I saw you last night with that girl – I don't know I went a little nuts." She said running a hand through her hair. She began to fidget with the end of her ponytail and Logan smiled, a memory of Veronica doing the same exact thing when she was younger popped into his mind.

"For the record, V, I will never grow tired of hearing you apologize," he said, smirking slightly at her eye roll.

"I didn't mean for things to get like this," she said quietly, looking him in the eye. She paused before letting out a long sigh. "It's just when I saw you with her I got a little—"

"Jealous?" he asked. She wondered if she was imaging the hope she heard in his voice.

She nodded begrudgingly. "I did. I didn't mean for it to happen, but sometimes…" she trailed off. "I really do want to be friends. It's just…I don't know if I can just sit by and watch you flirt with…bimbos," she finished off hopelessly.

Logan watched her struggle with trying to open herself up to him and he couldn't deny that it brought him joy. He wasn't happy that she was struggling, but he was happy that she was finally telling him what he wanted to hear. He could read between the lines.

"I know I have no right telling you this since we aren't together. I mean—" she began, feeling ridiculous that she was even telling him how she felt. She knew she wanted to make more of an effort, but actually telling him was a lot harder than she'd thought it would be. He was looking at her like she was crazy and she was finding it awfully difficult maintaining eye contact with him.

"I only flirted with her because you said you liked Arnold," Logan said, practically spitting out the other guy's name.

Veronica's eyes searched his to see if he was mocking her, but all she saw was sincerity. "I don't like him. He's just nice," she said dumbly.

"Yeah, but you always go for nice guys especially after we break up," he said, rubbing his neck and looking bashful.

She smiled sadly while watching him. She knew him well enough to notice the insecurities that he had but hid so well. Most people didn't notice them. They just attributed his attitude to his usual jackass self, but Logan was way more insecure than anyone actually knew. Veronica sometimes forgot that underneath the show he put on, he was just as vulnerable as she was.

"Well not this time," she said, wanting him to believe her. She wanted to take him in her arms and hug away the hurt in his eyes.

"Maybe I did jump to conclusions too quickly," he admitted.

They shared a shy smile and Veronica felt the familiar gooeyness in her stomach that always happened in sharing these moments with her Logan. After all, she was one of the few people that got to see this side of him.

"So can we start over as friends?" he asked hopefully. "As a friend, I promise not to not taunt you with bimbos."

Veronica nodded, feeling her heart sink only a little at the word 'friends.'

"Yeah, sure, of course," she said hurriedly. She reached over and gave him a quick hug before leaving the room.

"How do I look?" Veronica asked worriedly.

Mac looked over at her and let her eyes get comically big. "Logan is going to love it," she said with a resolute nod.

Veronica looked at herself in the mirror and tugged nervously on her black sleeveless, form-fitting zipper dress. It was a dress Lilly would have pressured Veronica to wear if she was still alive. It was made of a tight material that hugged Veronica's curves and stopped mid thigh. The skirt showed off her toned legs and on her feet were a pair of black strappy heels that gave her an extra few inches of height. She hoped the walkways were shoveled by the time they got there or she would need to be carried from the car.

"Are you sure I look ok?" Veronica asked, tugging the skirt down some more. Mac, who was dressed in a short jean skirt, boots, and a red tank top, nodded.

"I don't think I've ever seen you nervous before," Mac said thoughtfully.

Veronica rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket before double-checking her make up. "It doesn't happen often," She agreed, brushing the comment off.

Mac chuckled and came up behind her in the mirror. "It'll be ok, V, just relax. You and Logan will find your way back to each other."

Veronica let out a high-pitched laugh and turned to look at her with wide eyes. "I don't want Logan! I mean, we're just friends. God, I didn't dress up for him or anything. We're just friends," she protested a little too vehemently.

Mac raised an eyebrow but held up her hands in a defense gesture. "Ok, ok, I get it. Geez, now lets go party," She said, ushering Veronica out of her room.

The two girls walked down the stairs unnoticed. Dick and Logan were busy arguing about how to get drunk the quickest way possible. Dick maintained that it was by chugging beer and Logan thought it was by taking shots.

"Men," Veronica said, rolling her eyes and shooting Mac a look. Mac giggled in response. By the time the women had made their way over to them, the boys had stopped arguing and looked at their respective woman with appreciative eyes. Appreciative eyes might have been an understatement however. Dick's mouth was hanging open at the sight of Mac and Logan was having a hard to resisting the urge to put his hands all over Veronica's body. He had the sudden need to pick her up and take her to his bed, vowing not to see daylight for days.

"You look hot," Dick said, wrapping an arm around Mac and directing her to the door. She laughed and let him guide her toward the car.

Logan bowed his head and held out an arm for Veronica who graciously took it. She blushed, noticing how Logan was unable to take his eyes off of her. "You look fantastic," he whispered in her ear.

She grinned and shrugged. "Oh this old thing? Just another gift from one of my suitors," she said in her best southern belle voice.

He laughed and tightened his hold on her arm. "If I do recall you wore that on one of our dates not too long ago. My favorite feature of the dress is that zipper that goes from top to bottom," he said, eyeing the trail of the zipper from the front of her cleavage to the bottom where it ended.

She rolled her eyes, but blushed anyway as she led him to follow after Mac and Dick.

The drive over to the party was short and easy. The two couples walked in to find the party in full form. Dan spotted them almost immediately and approached them with four beers.

"Beer anyone?" he asked passing around the bottles.

Logan and Dick took one appreciatively, but Mac asked for liquor drink and Veronica declined the remaining beer.

"Do you want a mixed drink too?" Dan asked, looking at Veronica.

"I can get you one," he added.

"She doesn't," Logan said quickly before Veronica could answer.

Dan nodded and pulled Mac through the crowd toward the kitchen. Veronica noticed Dick watching apprehensively as Mac's blue streaked hair disappeared into the crowd.

"Thanks," Veronica mumbled, shooting Logan an appreciative look.

Logan shrugged it off and drank more of his beer. The three of them stood around until some girls came up to talk to them. Veronica wasn't paying much attention because she was too focused on waiting for Mac to return. She was starting to get worried; Mac and Dan were taking too long.

"Hey, Veronica," Logan said, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" she asked, noticing that Dick was nowhere in sight and the girls were gone too.

"Are you going to be ok here?" he asked, watching her closely.

She began to object, but reminded herself that she couldn't hold Logan's attention all night. They were only friends after all. Even when they were dating he often went off to go do his own thing at parties. She was usually left to sit in the kitchen and talk to some people she had nothing in common with. When they were younger she would latch herself to Lilly at the parties they went to – and now she usually dragged Wallace along. She knew she couldn't ask Logan to stay with her all night. She was just going to have to find other people to talk to.

"Yeah no problem," She said, nodding vehemently.

He gave her a smile and squeezed her hand before making his way through the party. She noticed that a girl was standing there at the doorway. He said something to her and they disappeared into the next room.

Immediately Veronica felt a hot sensation twist in her belly and the green eyed monster hit her full force. She reminded herself that she had asked him not to flirt with girls in front of her. It appeared that he was taking her request quite literally. Now he was just going to flirt with the bimbos behind closed doors…or maybe do more than flirt.

Part of her knew that she was letting her imagination run wild, but she knew him well enough to worry. She angrily turned away to go find Mac when she ran smack into Arnold.

"Hey," he said, holding a beer out to her.

"Hey," she said taking the beer without thinking and eyeing it. She wasn't angry enough to drink something unopened, but once she saw that it was still sealed, she decided to take a page out of Logan's book and drink. She downed the beer easily in a few minutes as Arnold talked to her.

She wasn't sure what he was saying. She didn't care. She just didn't want to deal with all of these emotions anymore. The easiest solution seemed to be following Logan's lead. If Logan gets drunk to chase away the demons, I can do it too, she thought, opening a second beer.

From the other side of the party Dick was watching Mac talk with Dan-the-British-Idiot. That's what he had dubbed him in his mind. He was taking a break from the backroom poker game that he and Logan were participating in to go check on Veronica and Mac and to get a beer.

While he was searching for a decent beer, Dick found Mac leaning against the refrigerator laughing with Dan as if last night had never happened. His first instinct in situations like this was usually to go find some girl to flirt with – to revel in the fact that he wasn't tied down. But then, as he watched Mac and Dan-the-British-Idiot become more familiar with one another, he felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble up within him. He found that he couldn't tear his eyes off of them. The longer he watched them the more nauseous he became.

Dick Casablancas was jealous. He laughed out loud at the realization.

He'd never been jealous in his life. If he wanted a toy that another kid had, his dad would get it for him. If Madison was flirting with some other guy, he just found a girl to flirt with to drive her insane.

Dick had never been jealous.

Until he watched Mac flirt with Dan. Dick didn't even want to find some girl to flirt with to make her jealous. No, in fact he just wanted her. He didn't want some other girl. He just wanted Mac. All he wanted was Mac. His words from the night before came rushing back to him and he wanted to slap himself in the face for what he'd said. He didn't want to be in an open relationship or just hooking up with girls. He wanted monogamy and he wanted it with Mac.

He walked towards Mac, his stride purposeful.

"Hey Dick you—" she began, but was effectively cut off by Dick's lips handing hard on hers. She felt her knees weaken and she leaned even further into the fridge as Dick's tongue plundered her mouth. By the time he finally pulled away from her she felt like she had turned to jelly.

"Hi," he said, grinning down at her.

"Hey," she whispered before looking at Dan who was awkwardly still sitting there.

"I'll just…" he trailed off, quickly leaving them.

Mac giggled as Dick stuck his tongue out at Dan's retreating back. Their lips reattached themselves and they got lost in one another.

It seemed to Veronica that the more Arnold talked the easier it was to tune him out. Instead Veronica concentrated on drinking. She wasn't sure how many beers she had drunk by this time. All she knew was that the gross taste of them was wearing off and now she just felt dizzy and warm.

"Veronica, do you want another beer?" Arnold asked stopping in the middle of some sob story.

"Actually…I want to dance," she slurred, standing up and leaving the couch. She wasn't sure where she was headed, but she followed the noise that was called music into the basement. The basement was dark. The only light came from Christmas lights strung up against the walls. All the bodies around her seemed to be moving together in one big mass. Someone handed her a glow stick and another beer and she joined the crowd without thinking. She popped open the beer and downed it before she began to gyrate with the other bodies. She closed her eyes, letting her body listen to the music, and began to move.

Just as she was finding her groove she felt hands grip her waist and pull her closer. Her first instinct was that it was Logan.

"Logan?" she asked, opening her eyes and turning to the person behind her. She scowled when she saw that it was Arnold. She quickly moved away from him and went deeper into the mass of bodies. Her scowl deepened when she realized he was following her. She gave up dancing all together and, in an attempt to lose Arnold, went out the back door. The blast of cold air hit her like a knife. She had completely forgot that the temperature outside was barely in the twenties. She didn't notice Arnold following her. All her fuzzy drunk mind could concentrate on was finding Logan and going home.

In the back room Logan had won the last round of poker. The others had decided to call it quits so they could go drink more. He collected his winnings and waved off the various flirty bimbos that wouldn't leave him alone once they learned his name. He left the back room and went in search of Dick who had never come back. He was unsurprised to find Mac and Dick heavily making out while pressed up against the refrigerator.

"Hey, Romeo, you ready to go?" Logan asked, tapping incessantly on Dick's shoulder. Dick made a moaning noise and Logan began to tap harder on his shoulder. Finally they broke apart and both glared at Logan.

"Where's Veronica?" Logan asked them.

Dick and Mac exchanged guilty looks before the three of them split up to go find the little blonde. She wasn't in any of the upstairs rooms, she wasn't downstairs with the ravers, and she wasn't in any of the rooms on the main floor. Logan was worried but tried to tell himself that she was fine. They were hours from the dangers of Neptune and it wasn't like she was drunk or anything. She was fine, he thought, trying to put his racing heart at ease. Finally Logan decided to go check outside, thinking maybe she needed to get away from the noise.

He exited the house and surveyed all the people smoking outside trying to find the petite blonde detective.

"Get away from me!"

He looked around for the source of distress, immediately knowing it was Veronica. He began to walk away from the front of the house in search of her when he saw Veronica stomping through the snow in her heals with Arnold following behind her.

"What the hell's going on?" Logan snarled, seeing that Veronica was outside without a coat in her skimpy outfit.

"Logan!" she breathed, happy to see him. She reached out to him and he gathered her into his arms, trying to warm her frozen body. He brought her in close and wrapped his coat around the two of them.

"Why don't you have a coat on? Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" he asked, firing off questions.

Veronica nuzzled her nose into his neck and breathed in his scent. "You smell good," she mumbled, wrapping her little arms around his waist to bring him closer.

He frowned and then looked up at Arnold who was glaring at them.

"What are you doing?" he asked, matching Arnold's glare.

"She ran outside without a coat," Arnold said, shrugging.

Logan moved step forward to intimate Arnold, but Veronica stopped him with her body cuddled against his.

"What did you do?" Logan snarled, wrapping his arms around Veronica in protection. He looked down at her, still nuzzling his neck, and then at Arnold who was glowering at them.

"Do? To her? Nothing! I didn't do anything. She drank a bunch of beers and then when we went to dance she started calling me 'Logan.' Then she left and came outside. She's bleeding crazy," Arnold said.

Logan blinked, trying to comprehend what Arnold had said. There were so many things in that sentence that didn't add up. Veronica and being drunk…Veronica calling anyone his name…and Veronica being called crazy by someone who didn't know her.

He took a step back from her and carefully stared down. Veronica made an angry noise at him for moving away from her.

"Are you drunk?" he asked incredulously.

She giggled. "As a skunk," she sang, lapsing into more giggles.

He grinned despite himself and then looked up at Arnold who was still watching them.

"Come anywhere near her ever again and I'll beat the shit out of you," he warned before taking her back inside to collect her coat, Dick and Mac.

"What's up with Ronnie?" Dick asked, confused as to why she was hanging all over Logan.

"She's drunk," Logan said simply, trying to get her to put her jacket on. She was giggling and shifting away from him trying to evade his grasp.

"Come on, Veronica," he commanded, nodding at Mac to try to help him. Between the two of them they managed to wrangle her into her coat and into the car.

"It's tearin up my heart when I'm with you! No matter what I do! I feel the pain with or without you!" Veronica bellowed out as Logan started the car.

Mac watched with wide amazed eyes as Veronica belted out the NSYNC lyrics.

"I am down on my knees I can't take it anymore. It's tearin out my heart when I'm with you. When I'm apart I feel it to. Lalalalala," Veronica bellowed, making Dick clap along from the front seat.

"You sing it Ronnie," he encouraged, making Logan and Mac glare at him. "What? Ronnie never gets drunk anymore. You gotta let a girl live."

"Dick she doesn't get drunk anymore because even sober she brings trouble. I don't even want to know what could've happened…" he trailed off, bad scenarios fluttering through his brain.

"Lilly and I used to sing this allllll the time," Veronica slurred, putting her hand on Mac's shoulder. "This one time she even videotaped it. It was so horrible," she added, shaking her head. "It was her favorite break up song," she added, looking sad. "Mine was Torn," she added and began to move her head to a song only she could hear. "LaLaLa I'm all out of faith this is how I feel I'm cold and I'm chained laying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see. You're a little late I'm already torn. TOOOOORN." Veronica belted as they pulled into the driveway.

Logan quickly shut off the car and Veronica continued to sing much to the chagrin of himself and Mac. Dick couldn't seem to stop laughing until Mac glared at him.

"I can walk," Veronica slurred, moving out of Logan's grasp after he helped her out of the car.

Mac and Dick went ahead to unlock the door and Logan hovered behind Veronica as she tried not to slip on the ice. Once they were inside Veronica eagerly took her heels off and went to flop on the couch.

"Do you want any help?" Mac asked, looking over at Veronica who wrapped herself in a blanket and looked over at them expectantly.

"No I got it," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Cool dude. We'll be in the hot tub," Dick said, wiggling his eyebrows at Logan.

Mac gave Dick a disapproving look, but Logan waved them off as they both headed upstairs.

"Where are they going?" Veronica whined, reaching her hands out to Logan. He walked over to her and stood right out of her grasp. She moved forward on to her knees and pulled him down onto the couch beside her. She cuddled back into his body and he reluctantly wrapped his arms around her.

"Veronica—" he began.

"Shhhh Logan. This is nice," She whispered, closing her eyes momentarily.

"How about we move upstairs?" he suggested.

"But I want to watch a movie." she whined.

"My room has a TV. Come on," he said, picking her up and carrying her upstairs. She wrapped her arms around his neck. When they got to his room he tried to put her on the mattress, but she wouldn't let go. In fact, she didn't let go until he consented to climb into the bed next to her.

She snuggled up close to him and rested her head on his chest. She breathed in deeply and nuzzled her face into his shirt like she had earlier.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Remembering this," she whispered before rolling away and going to the TV where a few movies sat beside the DVD player.

"What do you wanna watch?" she asked, giddily holding up a few DVDs.

"How about we talk," he suggested, patting the spot she had just vacated.

She pouted and dropped the movies before going back the spot he had indicated. She cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arms back around her.

"Why did you get drunk, Veronica?" he asked curiously. The question had been on the tip of his tongue all night since Arnold had told him. It was so out of character for her to drink, there had to be a reason.

He felt her freeze for a moment before she looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

"I don't know," she said quietly.

"Yes you do," he said, giving her a look.

"Where did you go tonight?" She countered, not wanting to concentrate on her and her own problems just yet. She may be drunk, but she could still evade questions she had no desire to answer.

"There was a poker game going on in the back room," he said easily.

She frowned, "Why didn't you invite me?"

"I didn't think you'd approve of such blatant disregard for large sums of money."

She huffed and rolled onto her stomach so she could look him in the eyes. She rested her chin on his chest and let her eyes connect with his.

"I may be using one of your own tactics to get over you," she said simply, as if she was discussing the weather.

"What?" he asked, confused.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You get drunk after we break up. I wanted to know if it works - if maybe drowning my sorrows and feelings would make me feel better," she said quietly.

"And do you?"

She sadly shook her head, "No. How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Feel better?"

He gazed at her and contemplated her question. "How drunk are you?"

"I don't know."

"How many drinks have you had?"

She shrugged, "Arnold kept giving me beer."

Logan scowled, "Arnold's a stupid asshole."

"And boring," she added with a resolute nod of the head.

He grinned at that and tucked her head under his chin. "Don't be like me, Ronnie. Don't drink your troubles away. You're better than that," he said.

She laughed. "No I'm not. I'm just as screwed up as you are. Just because I don't drink doesn't mean I don't have addictions too. Hello – have you met me? I have an addiction to finding the truth. And can't seem to let the only guy I've ever cared about in. I'm supremely messed up. I'm Veronica Unable-to-deal-with-her-issues Mars," she said. "Thank you for coming to find me," she finished off sadly.

Logan sighed and tightened his hold around her waist. "We're quite a pair aren't we, Mars," he said quietly.

"Yeah, we definitely are," she whispered, feeling tears pool in her eyes.

They were quiet for a while. Logan listened to Veronica's breathing and Veronica concentrated on not crying.

"You know, for this friendship to work, you might need to be able to open up to me like this while you are actually sober, sweetheart," Logan said, kissing her temple. His tone was light but she knew he was serious. And she knew he was right. They both contemplated this fact for a few moments.

"I don't feel better," he whispered, breaking the silence.

"Good," she mumbled before squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears. Eventually they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, both holding back how they really felt.

(A/n: So what did you guys think? Next chapter will be LoVe heavy!)