*Tyler's POV*

The entire drive home it was still all I could think about. Sure, I'd come to a conclusion about how I was going to approach the relationship from now on, letting Troye make all the moves because I'm a total chicken, but that didn't make the current situation any less pressing. He was angry with me, that much was clear. Why else would he rush off like that when he usually had to drag his feet and stall for time before he left me? So if I knew he was mad, all that was left was determining just how mad he was.

My original plan had been to find out tomorrow at school, show up early and find him before any classes started. I didn't care if people seen me with him at this point, I just had to make sure we were okay. His opinions mattered a lot more to me than those of the rest of the school. But something had altered those plans. Well, more-so, someone. 

I was still feeling pretty drained when I hauled myself out of the car, sighing heavily and running a hand through my floppy hair. Normally I showered when I got home from football games, understandably, but tonight I didn't even have the energy for that. I'd shower in the morning. I trudged across the yard, thinking about my schedule for tomorrow and how early I was going to have to set my alarm if I wanted to be early for Troye. I was still lost in thought when I walked into the house, not even thinking as I made direct tracks for my room. It wasn't until I smacked into something that I came back to Earth, curious what my mother had left in the entryway. That was, before I realized it was my mother. She was standing with all of her weight on one hip, looking at me with a frown on her face.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked quietly, concern flooding into her eyes as they studied my face. I gave an unconvincing chuckle, shimmying past her and further into the house. 

"Nothing, Mom, I'm just tired." I lied, trying my best to keep my voice even as I spoke. I walked into the kitchen then, rummaging around in the fridge until I'd retrieved the juice carton. I could feel my mother's eyes on me as I walked around the room and got myself a drink, but I refused to acknowledge her like she was so obviously begging for me to do. I didn't want to have this conversation right now, possibly not ever. 

I chugged my drink, crossing my fingers as I turned around that I wouldn't see my mother standing behind me. No such luck. She was in the doorway too, meaning I had no hopes of sneaking out of the room without talking. Damn it.

"Tyler." She said strictly, obviously noticing the disappointed expression on my face. I sighed heavily, gripping the counter and hoisting myself up to sit on it. Might as well make myself comfortable, I'm probably gonna be here for awhile.

"It's nothing, okay?" I said, an absolute last attempt to get out of here without talking. She crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowing as they found mine in a glare. Okay, nevermind, I'm not getting out of this one. "We might have kind-of almost kissed, but that's it-"

"Tyler! What do you mean 'almost'? How do you almost kiss somebody?" The questions flew out of her mouth, her eyes wide as she left the doorway to come stand in front of me. I sighed, realizing I was going to have to relive it.

"You lean in-" I paused, waiting until she'd settled completely for dramatic emphasis. "And then their dad opens the door and you jump away from him so fast you crack your neck in the process."

"Well, why didn't you kiss him after his dad left?" She asked immediately after I'd finished, obviously not nearly done with her interrogation. I sighed, sinking down further in my spot. Normally I loved talking about boys with my mother, but not when I'd just screwed up my chance to kiss said boy. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about it right now, the post-embarrassment was killing me.

"His dad didn't leave, he did." I mumbled, knowing she'd catch it anyway seeing as she was listening so intently. Thankfully she seemed to catch on to how I was feeling too, stepping forward to slip her hand into mine and squeeze it gently. 

"Why?"

"I don't know! I have no idea if he even wanted to kiss me! I mean, his eyes were closed, and I just assumed, but what if he had to sneeze or he was just tired or-"

"Tyler!" She snapped, making me immediately fall silent. I looked down at the floor nervously, waiting to see what she'd have to say this time. "You're over-thinking it. Why don't you just ask him? The worst he can say is he didn't intend to kiss you, and even then at least he's going to start thinking about kissing you."

"But it's going to be awkward." I protested, sinking my face into my hands as I considered my options. I could call him and ask him I guess. I hadn't really planned to confront him at all though. I'd planned to meet with him early tomorrow, give him a coffee or something, and try and breeze past this awkward bump in our friendship like it had never happened. If another kiss or even another almost-kiss happened to appear later on, I'd worry about that then.

"And it's not already?" She answered finally, making me realize just how naive my plan had been. I couldn't just push past this if Troye had genuinely wanted to kiss me. It wasn't something he was going to forget, and it definitely wasn't something I could forget. It needed some sort of closure, so both of us aren't left over-thinking it forever.

"I hate it when you're right." I sighed, slipping off the counter and glaring at her. She just smiled knowingly though, more than used to my hollow insults.

"Go call him, before he falls asleep." 

"He never sleeps, he's an internet kid." I mumbled, laughing slightly at my own joke. She didn't seem to find it nearly as entertaining though, just snapping her fingers as if that'd make me move faster. I started toward the door, dragging my feet slightly as I thought of all the ways this could play out. 

"Thanks, Mom." I called over my shoulder. Though right now I felt anything but thankful as I tried to come up with the least awkward way to address the situation, I also knew it was the smartest move in the long-run.

"Just get out of here already." She laughed, shooing my out of the room with more desperate hand gestures now. I rolled my eyes at her impatience, noticing she was more enthusiastic about the relationship than even I was. Okay, that's a lie, but at least I don't let my enthusiasm show that much.

I was laying on my bed not ten minutes later, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to plan out what to say when Troye answered. Should I just dive right into the topic at hand or try and let on like it's just a normal goodnight phone call at first and build up to it? Either way, how do you even bring that sort of thing up? I groaned in frustration, rolling over and padding down the hallway to the bathroom. My mother was still up, downstairs watching television shows, likely waiting to go to bed so she could hear the newest report on Troye after the call.

I walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and giving a weak smile. Granted Troye wouldn't even be able to see me when I spoke, but I figured seeing myself would make it easier to gauge what was and wasn't suitable for me to say.

"Hi, Troye? I just wanted to say that I don't want things to be awkward between us. You're my best friend and- Fuck, no that sounds like I'm turning him down and don't want us to be anything more than friends." I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair quickly before taking another determined breath.

"Hi, Troye! What's up- No, there is no way we can just have a casual conversation after that happened!" I groaned loudly this time, tugging at my hair even rougher. Third time's a charm? Maybe? Hopefully...

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for messing up our first kiss horribly, if you want to give me another chance I'm sure I could- Nope, too desperate." I sighed, stumbling backward and sitting down on the toilet seat. I spent a few seconds with my face in my hands again, before a familiar giggle from the doorway had me jolting upright. She was smirking, rolling her eyes slightly at my shocked expression.

"You've got it so bad, honey." It was my turn to roll my eyes now. Tell me something I don't know. I could feel my cheeks heating up as her smile grew impossibly bigger, answering my silent question if she'd been there to hear all three of my trail runs. God, I make a fool of myself every time around since meeting this boy. "Dial his number and just go with it from there. There's no way you can predict what you're going to say for the entire conversation, much less what he's going to say."

"But what if I mess up?" 

"He's your friend, he'll laugh it off." She said sternly, almost like she wasn't going to give me any option but to follow her suggestion. I hauled myself to my feet, glaring at her to make sure she didn't follow as I headed back to my bedroom. I loved her, but I really didn't need her eavesdropping when I was already nervous as shit. 

I closed the door behind me, giving my mother one last pointed glare as I did so. I headed straight to my bed then, sitting down on the edge and taking my phone out. I went to my contacts, plannign to immediately click on Troye's name and get it over with. Except, when do things ever go according to plan for me? Instead, I found myself hovering my thumb over his name and my eyes glued to the tiny contact picture. He'd refused to let me take a normal picture, covering his face with his hand when I tried. I got one when he wasn't looking though, when he'd been blabbering on about something stupid like how green-screens work. It was an awkward upward angle, but I'd managed to make him laugh with some clueless question about the topic just as I took it. It was a photo of his real smile, the one you hardly ever seen. Admittedly, I'd been seeing a lot more of it lately, but I still wanted to capture it. It was something I could look at forever, and if I wasn't careful, I would probably end up doing so.

With that, I let my thumb sink down and click the touch screen, nerves buzzing through my veins like electricity. I took a deep breath, holding it as I listened to the rings that followed. I'd never thought the ring of a phone could be so suspenseful before tonight, but this brought a whole new meaning to the word. One ring had me grazing my teeth over my bottom lip. Two rings had me balling my free hand into a fist so hard my nails dug into my palm. Three rings had my heart racing faster than it had even earlier during the football game. Four rings- never came. I blinked, furrowing my brows as I drew the phone back at stared at the screen in disbelief. Had he seriously hung up on me? My jaw unhinged as my eyes actually took in the screen's contents, the call definitely had the little red word 'ended' next to it. Was he really that mad? God, what had I done? I let my eyes fall shut, taking a deep breath in hopes of warding off the stinging feeling in the back of my nose. I was not going to cry over this. It's not like it's the end of the world, friends get annoyed with each other all the time. It's not like he can ignore me forever. 

Still, the fact he was ignoring me at all felt like enough of a reason to cry. I hadn't been kidding with that murderer analogy I'd told him earlier at the drive-in. I don't think there's a thing he could do that I wouldn't be able to forgive him for, within minutes. No matter how badly he hurt me, it'd hurt more to be without him. I guess that's why it affected me so much that he could just ignore me like that. He was everything to me, while I was someone he had no trouble ignoring calls from? That didn't sound fair to me at all. How come I was cursed with all these stupid emotions and he got off easy like that? I bet he was completely indifferent right now, just slightly ticked off as he crawled under the covers and fell into a peaceful sleep. Whereas I, on the other hand, was likely going to be up half the night over-thinking and definitely not crying. Nope, I'm not that pathetic. 

Right?

I woke up early the next day, not remembering to change my alarms after my failed call with Troye. Whatever, it doesn't hurt to be there early anyway. If I happen to run into the boy that kept my up all night, in the least pleasant sense of the phrase, then so be it. Maybe, if that stupid airhead wants to ignore me, I'll ignore him back twice as bad. 

That was my thought train the entire morning as I stomped around getting ready, glaring at every inanimate object I came to face. My interaction with my mother was brief thankfully, meaning she didn't get the chance to try and talk some sense into me before rushing out the door to work. In the long run, it may have been better to have her explain all the reasons why my approach was a bad idea, but right now I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear anything, other than an apology falling from a certain idiot's mouth. So what I'd messed up our first kiss, if he'd stop freaking ignoring me we'd have lots of chances to make up for it. 

I was no cheerier when I pulled into the school parking lot, definitely not when I seen his stupid sleek car sitting there in it's usual parking space. I'd expected it to be there, but that didn't make me any less angry to see it. I didn't even hesitate before snatching my bag out of the backseat and trudging out of my car. I wanted him to see me ignoring him. I held my head high, practically strutting as I purposely kept my eyes from drifting in his direction. It wasn't until I reached the school doors that I realized he might not even be sitting in his car today and could already be inside, but it was too late to stress over it now. I continued toward my locker with the same fakely-composed appearance on from earlier, covering up everything I was feeling right now rather welll considering how freaking strong the feelings all were. It wasn't until I reached my locker, and spotted a note taped to it, that I let my first smile of the day break-out. Okay, I guess I could maybe stop ignoring Troye over this, it was a pretty damn cute move on his part.

I reached forward tentatively, flipping the envelope around in my fingers as my smile grew impossibly bigger. Suddenly the anticipation was just too much to bear and I found myself ripping the paper off, my eyes wide as I took in the contents. The content. All that was in it was a sole picture. I furrowed my brows in confusion, recognizing myself easily, along with Troye just seconds later. We were both in the photo completely, our hands intertwined and cars in the background. After a bit longer studying I recognized the building in the background, sighing loudly as I flipped the paper over. As expected, there was a less-than-desirable note scrawled on the back.

"You two make a really cute couple! xx" I glared at the words, noting that they were written in glitter pen, meaning it had been a girl. Which, due to my amazing detective skills, I guessed was the stupid girl that was throwing popcorn at Troye last night. I wasn't sure what this was supposed to be. A threat maybe? Blackmail? I mean, all she could really do with it was show the entire school. Which, a week ago, might have seemed like the end of the world, but right now there were things that felt like the end of the world a lot more than this did. Besides, I got a pretty cute photo of us out of the whole ordeal, so who's really winning here? I shoved it into my locker, grabbing my books that I'd originally came here for. I hope I run into her today, so I can rub in just how little her little joke affected me. Who knows, maybe I could unintentionally trip her or throw my food in her direction. Fair's fair, she'd done it to Troye yesterday. I groaned aloud, suddenly thankful I was alone in the hallway. I wasn't supposed to be standing up for him, I was supposed to be mad at him.

I practically drifted through the empty halls, grinning cheerily as I came to a stop in front of my first class. As luck would have it, today was Friday, which meant my first class was with none other than-

"Troye, I'm sorry, but there are no seats for you to switch to. Surely you and Tyler can get along for the rest of this semester." I glared at the ground now, in total shock at the words I'd just heard filter through the slightly-ajar door. He wanted to move seats? He was that angry with me? I hadn't even done anything wrong! What had he expected me to do, just continue kissing him with his father there? 

"It's nothing personal really, he's just very distracting during class. He talks a lot and he's constantly fidgeting around in his seat. I just think it'd be better for my learning experience as a whole if I sat near someone more... calm." He mumbled the last word, but I still caught it. I'd never admit I caught it because I had positioned myself as close as possible to the door without accidentally pushing it open, solely for the purpose of eavesdropping on their conversation. That'd be creepy. Still, as I thought over the words he'd just said, I began to care less and less if he thought I was 'creepy'. In fact, suddenly I didn't seem to care about what he thought much at all.

"And I get that, Troye, I really do, but there's no one we can move right now. I purposely arranged this seating arrangement as I got to know your personalities. You know, keeping the chatty people away from chatty people, keeping the boyfriends away from their girlfriends, just general things to make class run smoother. You and Tyler, well, you click. You get along, but not enough to be a distraction to yourselves or anyone else." Never once had I pictured myself thanking my greasy math teacher like he'd given me life itself, but here I was. As much as I wanted to smack Troye for acting so shady and generally dick-ish, I still didn't want him to move seats. That felt like a whole new degree of fighting. Where we were now, it could still be pretty easy to recover from. At least, I hoped it could be.

"Yes, sir." Troye sighed out, sounding genuinely defeated. I felt a little bad, before remembering what he'd been trying to achieve.

"If the problem persists I suppose I could-" 

I was unfathomably frustrated as I pushed the door further open, not daring to let the stupid teacher finish his sentence. I may have been thanking him seconds ago, but things change quickly when you even mention the idea of separating me from Troye. I didn't look up at them though, I wasn't about to give either of them the satisfaction of knowing the conversation had affected me. Or even that I'd heard the conversation, considering that'd prove to Troye I was still interested enough to bother with eavesdropping on him. I fell into my seat with a quiet huff, immediately setting my books down and opening them up. For a fleeting moment I was left considering how much extra work I did in class voluntarily because of Troye, before the star of my thoughts himself slid into his seat next to me. Then it was game on, my eyes actually focusing as I hurriedly jotted down notes and questions like my life depended on it. I was actually kind of disappointed when he didn't try to strike up a conversation or ask if I was ignoring him, though I should have expected that considering he was ignoring me himself. Still, would it have killed him to at least give me a second's notice?

Class seemed to drag on for hours, reminding me just how boring it had been before I met the boy sitting next to me. I hated it. I hated comparing where we were now to how we'd been before we even met, but honestly it was about the same, if not even worse. No, it was definitely worse. I was in blissful ignorance before meeting him. How are you supposed to know your life is missing something brilliant if you've never heard of it? Exactly. But now that I had, there was absolutely no chance of me ever going back to anything 'blissful' unless he was the cause of it. 

"You may hand in your papers now, if you've finished." The teacher called out, the familiar dull tone making me turn my nose up and sigh quietly. I snatched the paper up then, standing and letting my eyes fall on the back of Troye's head. It was the first time I'd seen him today, though it kind of sucked I couldn't see his face. I couldn't risk being caught staring though, so this was the best I got, looking at the messy mop of hair on his head and wondering why it was so unruly today. It's not like he'd slept in, his car was here before even mine was. I didn't dare to hope it was because he'd been up most the night himself. Partly because it was selfish to want your friends to face insomnia, but mostly because I didn't want to be let down if he came back with a completely not-me-related excuse. I let my eyes drift further down then, taking in his drained appearance and the way his shoulders had slumped forward. Yeah... Whether it was over me or not, somebody was definitely sleep-deprived. Then, a new curiosity sparked inside of me, my eyes darting to the sheet of paper in front of him and going wide when I found it barely half-finished. That's assuming the questions he did get done are right. I looked back up then, casting one more longing glance toward the teacher's desk, and coincidentally, my pride, before sinking back down in my chair and sliding my paper over to him. I didn't look up as he wordlessly took the paper, though I couldn't help my breath from catching when his hand brushed against mine. Damn it, he's got me wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

I was hoping he might confront me after class, or at least thank me or apologize, but instead I got another one of those stupid formal nods like last night's. I watched through slightly glossy eyes as he turned on his heel after the nod, strolling out of the room and, for once, leaving me the last in the classroom. I sighed quietly, gathering my stuff up and casting a goodbye glance in the direction of the teacher. Not surprisingly, I was met with the sight of him trying to eat yet another dish between classes. I guess pasta was on the menu for today... Very soggy, overcooked, cheap, looking pasta. Delicious.

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, every second absent from the personal happiness-in-human-form I'd grown accustomed to. I caught sight of him in the halls once, while I was switching into my last class before lunch. He'd been leaned over the water fountain, and I've yet to get the image of water dribbling down his chin out of my mind. Then again, there were definitely worse images to have branded into your mind, so who am I to complain? 

I was heading out of the classroom and toward the cafeteria now, the image of Troye still on repeat in my mind. Thankfully, he hadn't caught me ogling him like some sort of pathetic stalker, simply turning and making his way to his next class without even thinking to glance in the opposite direction. Which, coincidentally, had also given me a very nice image of his butt has he walked away for me to obsess over. At this point I wasn't even going to bother with warding off thirsty thoughts. They were pretty much continuous whenever I was around him, and they were pretty much impossible to get rid of. 

"Tyler!" I blinked, looking up dumbly at the person who'd interrupted my pleasant train of thought. Marcus was standing in front of me, looming over me thanks to his height. He had a weird expression on his face, and I spent a few seconds trying to decode it before deciding to just give up. I had better things to focus my time thinking about.

"What?" I snapped, trying to sound particularly displeased in an attempt to get him to leave me alone with my thoughts.

"You've been standing there dazed out for five minutes now. Are you coming to lunch or not? Or should I just call up the mental institute now and do us all a favor?"

"I'm not mental! I just have a lot on my mind!" I insisted, falling into step behind him as he led the remainder of the way to the cafeteria. I took great concentration in not letting my thoughts wander again, convincing myself I had to at least make it to the lunch table before I lost myself again. I could do that. 

"Like?" Marcus urged, making me look up with a stupid look on my face. I hadn't expected him to ask. He never asks, because, well, he never cares.

"School..." I trailed off, but his unimpressed expression told me that wasn't going to be enough for him. I took a deep breath as we rounded the cafeteria doors, deciding to try again. "And parties, and girls, and stuff."

"Ah, I hear 'stuff' is a pretty time-consuming topic. I'll let you get back to it." He beamed, patting me on the back as we reached the lunch line. 

"Fuck off." I snapped sarcastically, looking up and glaring at him. He just snickered though, dodging my attempt at swatting at him and bounding away. I watched him run off, settling into his usual spot at the 'popular' table like always. What a shocker, way to be spontaneous, Marcus. Still, the short interaction actually had me smiling. I guess Marcus was a semi-decent substitute for Troye. But only when it was entirely and completely impossible for me to have Troye. Speaking of Troye... I turned around, letting my eyes scan the room with a hopeful sparkle in them. Five minutes later, I reached the front of the line, and I was still desperately scanning the room. Of course I knew he wasn't in here by now, but it didn't hurt to double check, or to quadruple check.

"Tyler? What do you want?" The lunch-lady rasped out, making me promptly turn around and cast a smile in her direction. If there was one thing that could actually distract me from Troye, it was food. Food could distract me from anything. I ordered as much as I could carry on my tray without ending up in another shirt-mishap or cafeteria fiasco, and happily watched as she piled it onto the flat-surface. A burger to forget Troye's pretty eyes, a slice of pizza to forget his cute butt, and the three chocolate puddings, were to forget that image of him with water dribbling down his chin and running down his neck. Oh god, now it's back, maybe I should have went with four puddings.

I sighed, shaking my head only slightly because I didn't want to upset my food. It didn't really get the image out of my head, but at least I was coherent enough to tell which direction I was walking. I headed straight for my table, ignoring anything and anyone until I was sat down and had a bite of food stuffed in my mouth. Then, I decided to tune back in to the rest of the world.

Spoiler alert: It was a big mistake.

"You see them together everywhere around the school, I bet they are." Jack snickered, his usual mischievous smile alerting me exactly what type of conversation this was. I followed his gaze over to Caspar, who was absentmindedly shifting the food around on his plate.

"I just don't get how you can be into something like that, it's sick." Caspar sighed suddenly, his eyes flickering up and ironically meeting with mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, giving him a weak smile as I tried to infer who and what exactly we were talking about. I mean, I had my suspicions, but-

"I wonder who tops." Marcus blurted, earning disgusted gags from all my friends and a blush from me as I hurriedly covered my face with my hands. My friends, would assume it was an attempt to get the hideous picture of that out of my head, when in reality I was just embarrassed over the topic.

"Marcus!" Caspar groaned, after they had all had their fill of gagging and pretending to be sick over the mention of anal sex.

"What?" Marcus asked innocently, like he seriously believed that was a normal question to ask. I mean, maybe for him it was. I turned my attention to Caspar then, deciding I'd better get my answers before he tried to strike up another conversation with someone else.

"Who are we talking about?" I asked, earning a dramatic eye roll in response for not paying attention.

"Oh, Shane and that kid with the brown hair. You know, the one you beat up all the time." He said, shrugging noncommittally as he dipped a fry into some ketchup, like he hadn't just uttered the words that made me feel physically ill like he'd pretended to be moments before. They were talking about Troye. My Troye. It wasn't like usual when it was nameless faces and their unimportant trials and tribulations. It was Troye, but they were talking about him just like they did everyone else. Making jokes and assumptions, making Troye himself a joke. But it wasn't just 'not funny' this time, it was downright painful. I watched through hooded eyes as they continued to snicker among themselves, making horrible puns about sexual orientations and discussing their next 'course of action'. I didn't like the sound of that. But then again, I didn't like the sound of anything they'd said in the last five minutes.

"Maybe we should ask them." Caspar announced suddenly, a disgusting type of pride sweltering into his voice as my jaw clenched at his words. The table burst into fits of laughter and cheers at his idea, the concept of inflicting emotional turmoil on others utterly fascinating to them. I only half heard it though, the later like background noise as possible situations played out in my mind. What if he thought I told them or sent them after him? Sure, he hadn't technically come out to me yet, but I knew him much better than these idiots did, and he'd assume they got their information from somewhere, whether it was false or not. Even if he didn't blame me, imagine all the ways it could hurt him. He's not like me. Sure, I'm vulnerable and even the thought of coming out has me running to hide, but I've never been hurt in the past. Not like he has. What if he came out to Lily and that's why she treated him like she did? God, imagine how much it'd hurt him to have these idiots-

"Tyler, you coming? You probably don't want to miss this one, you know, because you hate this Troye kid so much." Marcus beamed dumbly, smiling before trotting after the crowd that had already left the table. My eyes trailed down, landing on the food still on my tray. I couldn't eat it though. My plans had backfired. The food hadn't distracted me from Troye, Troye had distracted me from the food.

A/n: hillo it me. Ugh my room is so cold right now I swear someone is out to freeze me. What. I literally always look forward to writing these author's notes but then weird things happen and I forget the entire purpose of them. Do my author's notes even have a purpose? I guess I just like to interact with y'all and keep you updated. I've been seeing soooo many cute posts about this fic on Tumblr and you have no idea how insanely happy that makes me, watching you guys discuss it. Also, sorry bout the drama llamas, you'll like it in the end. And also I've noticed an angry mob of you are demanding they kiss but that's not happening any time soon. Probs like 15 more chapters idk, that's the roughest rough estimate you'll ever get so don't hold me to that number exactly. Also, I have no idea if any of you will like this song but it's been my anthem during these drama-ee times so idk, I'm gonna link it. Let's discuss. Taylor Momsen is really hot though. Hmm, okay, also, THIS IS AN EARLY UPDATE. LIKE 15 HOURS AFTER THE LAST, THAT'S GOOD FOR ME SO LIKE MAYBE BE SWEETHEARTS AND GIVE ME LOTS OF COMMENTS AND VOTES <# <# <# 3< 3, 3,3,3<#3<3,3,#<# Ugh I literally love you guys bunches and bunches