Hi, guys. So... none of you were expecting this, were you? A year later and I have a stroke of inspiration to write a bonus chapter. This is REALLY random, and altogether doesn't really have much to do with the original Vanilla story; it's just something I wrote for fun.

However, it's my revisit to the humour genre, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. For any #jerin shippers out there, this one's for you.

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Bonus Chapter: "Cuffed"

            “Open the door! It’s the police!”

            There was somebody outside the house – and not just there, either; it sounded like the caller was trying to batter the door down with their bare fist. Two rooms away, where I stood in front of the living room mirror, the commotion was as loud as if I was standing right beside it.

            Despite their insistence, however, I was certain enough the person had no real legal authority. For one thing, I was sure a real policeman wouldn’t sound like they were having trouble keeping a straight face, nor would they have had a voice that sounded exactly like the guy I happened to be dating.

            “Ma’am, if you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to have to arrest you!”

            Rolling my eyes, I set down the hairbrush and made my way into the hallway. It was only luck the rest of the family were out; Daniel had left for Flo’s thirty minutes ago, and Mum wasn’t due back from her ballroom dancing class (as ridiculous as that sounded) for at least another hour. As I’d been expecting, the glass of the front door was obscured by a distinctly Jay-shaped silhouette, though that still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the sight faced when I finally pulled the door open.

            Leaning against one of the porch posts (in a way that was supposed to look casual, but ended up completely failing), he was dressed head-to-toe in police get-up, swinging a pair of fake handcuffs from his finger. The shirt and trousers looked entirely too tight, like he’d squeezed into a size too small, and a policeman’s cap lay skewed on his head.

            “Oh, God.”

            Once the door was open wide enough, his eyes dropped to my own outfit, lingering there just a little too long. All of a sudden, I became all too conscious of my equally ridiculous costume: the red corset-style top that was tight in not only the right places, but the rest of them too; the star-print skirt I’d been convinced was missing several inches of fabric when it’d been delivered; the crown-shaped headpiece that ended up wonky no matter how many hair grips I fastened it with.

            Thankfully, the place we were both headed not only accepted a dress code this stupid, but actually welcomed it. Collette had made it clear anybody who didn’t make an effort with the fancy dress theme would pay the price, especially as her guest list now stretched to friends from school, and not just those in Walden.

            “Wonder Woman,” he addressed me, in a way that suggested he was enjoying himself way too much, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you. Anything you see can and will be held against you.”

            He straightened up, starting to broach the distance between us. However, once he got close enough, reaching over to place his hands on the small of my back, I ducked out of the way.

            “Hey!” When I twisted back around, he was fake pouting. “What gives?”

            “I may have agreed to go out with you all those months ago, Jay,” I told him, “but that doesn’t mean the offer can’t be revoked if you keep using lines like that.”

            “Aw, come on. That was my best one.”

            “In that case, I’m in for a really long night.” I shook my head, though I couldn’t quite contain my smile. “Come on in, then, while I finish getting ready.”

            I stepped aside to let him across the threshold, shutting the door behind the pair of us. The clutch bag I’d been planning to take was strung over the arm of the sofa, so I grabbed it on the way to the kitchen: a space that seemed strangely empty in the absence of my other two family members. Jay, of course, didn’t hesitate to make himself at home; he hopped right up onto the worktop as I began rummaging in a drawer for my keys.

            “What time did Collette say this thing started, anyway?”

            “Uh…” I pushed aside what had to be a dozen takeaway leaflets, horded by Daniel, in the hope of laying my hands on what I was looking for. “I think she said people were going to start getting there around nine, but she wanted us there early.”

            “I’m guessing the ever-eager Flaniel have left already?”

            At this, I found myself grinning; the rest of us had taken to combining my brother and his girlfriend’s names, joking that they spent so much time together they could no longer be counted as two separate people. Collette had once tried to do the same with Jay and I, but after finding herself on the receiving end of two death glares, the term Jerin hadn’t caught on.

            “Of course. He left about half an hour ago. Aha!” My fingers enclosed cool metal; I’d found the keys. Bumping the drawer closed with my hip, I headed over to the kitchen island and dropped them into the bag. Turning back to Jay, I noticed he seemed momentarily distracted; the meeting of our gazes seemed to jolt him out of it, and I raised an eyebrow.

            “Really, now?” I asked, though I was more flattered than I’d ever let on. We might’ve been an official item for six months now, but that hadn’t been enough time to wrap my head around the whole thing, especially since I’d long grown used to his incessant flirting. Having it now directed at me still sometimes caught me off guard.

            “Sorry,” he said, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. The smirk threatening to tug the corner of his lip upward gave enough away. “Any particular reason why you didn’t think to tell me about this outfit before?”

            “Gee, I don’t know. What reason do you think, Jay?” I couldn’t keep my own smile from my face; maybe the effort I’d have to put into maintaining my decency in the skirt that night would be worth the reaction. “Do you need to take a cold shower or something before we leave?”

            “Nah, I think I’ll be okay.”

            Shaking my head, my gaze wandered slightly higher than his eyes. Under the bright light of the kitchen, I noticed his hair was almost glistening, raked through with what looked like half a tub of gel. Even his cap, tilting haphazardly on his head, wasn’t enough to hide it completely. “Seriously, though. What have I told you about the hair gel? Less is more, remember?”

            “And what have I told you?” he asked, jumping down from the counter. “I’m not taking any tips from the girl with purple hair.”

            We’d ended up too close, his face hovering above mine, and I realised just in time what he was planning to do. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, I ducked away at the last minute, moving before he had time to catch me in his arms.

            “Oh, come on. What, are you going to avoid me all night? Don’t I get to kiss my girlfriend?”

            “Not if you keep insulting my hair, you don’t,” I told him.

            He’d now taken to making a butchered attempt at a puppy dog expression, widening his eyes, though he knew nothing of the sort ever worked on me. “I take it back. I’m sorry.”

            “You’d better be.”

            “Anyway, you haven’t said a word about my costume. What do you think? Sexy, huh?”

            “On account of the fact you and my brother have chosen matching costumes, I am not about to tell you it looks sexy,” I said. “And put your hat on straight. At least make an attempt to hide some of that hair gel.”

            Ignoring my piece of advice, he went on, dangling the handcuffs in front of my face. “These are awesome, though, aren’t they? You’ve got to admit they’re a nice touch. And they actually work. Look.”

            “Jay, I don’t need—”

            However, he’d already moved toward me, capturing my wrist in his gentle grip. With remarkable timing, he fastened one of the metal rings, and I heard the mechanism click into place. When he raised his hand, I found my own being dragged along with it.

            “See!” he said, a little too triumphantly. “Now there’s no getting away from me.”

            “A thought that fills me with dread,” I returned jokingly. “We really ought to get a move on, though. You know what Collette’s like when we show up late. Especially when she’s under the stress of party planning.”

            “Oh, yeah.” Digging his free hand into his trouser pocket, it was a few seconds before he froze, the smile vanishing from his face with unnerving speed. “Um…”

            An instant reaction, my heart felt like it turned to lead, dropping to the pit of my stomach. Somehow, even before he’d said it aloud, I knew what was coming. “Jay,” I said, with an extreme effort to keep my tone level. “What have you done?”

            The sheepish expression was enough to confirm my fears. “Um… I’m not sure, but I think I may have misplaced the key somewhere on the way over here…”

            “Jay!”

            He winced, almost like he’d been expecting me to hit him – which I may have done, had the movement of my right arm not been compromised. “I could’ve sworn I put the key in my pocket!” he cried. “It’s not my fault these trousers are so damn tight. It must have fallen out on the way over.”

            “Please tell me there’s another key.”

            “Daniel’s got another one,” he told me.

            “Oh, thank God.” I leaned back against the worktop, exhaling a small breath of relief. It wasn’t exactly the best case scenario, but at least it meant freedom was only as far away as Collette’s party. “You know you’re an absolute idiot, don’t you?”

            “I know, I know.” He looked over at me, managing yet another sheepish smile. “How about seeing it as one of my many charms?”

            “Until you get me out of this handcuff,” I warned him, in a half-serious tone, “there’s nothing even remotely charming about you.”

            “Fair enough.” He reached over, picking up my clutch from the countertop and holding it out. “Suppose we better leave for Collette’s party now, then?”

            “The best idea you’ve had since you got here.” I took the bag from him, looping the chain over my free arm. “Come on, then. Let’s go track down what is quite literally the key to freedom.”

***

            I had to be thankful for Collette’s insistence that we arrive early; it meant we were one of the first guests, and having free run of her house made it a lot easier to find my brother. She looked a little surprised upon opening the door, but any comment she might’ve been about to make was cut off by my interjection.

            “Don’t even ask,” I warned, as I stepped through the doorway, pulling Jay along with me. “You don’t want to know.”

            True to her own dress code, she looked predictably striking in a fashionable take on a pirate’s costume: striped over-the-knee stockings, an eye-patch and matching hat. Her smoky eyes raked over the both of us as we came inside, a silent look of amusement noticeable across her whole face.

            “Daniel’s here already, right?” Jay asked her, as she closed the door.

            “Yeah, he’s in the living room with Flo,” she replied, unable to keep the impending smirk from creeping onto her face. “But unlike you, he doesn’t seem to be handcuffed to his girlfriend.”

            “Congratulations,” I said to Jay over my shoulder, “you’re an even bigger idiot than my brother. And that’s saying something.”

            The living room had been set up for a bigger affair than we were used to; Collette’s sofas had been pushed back further against the wall, the coffee table nowhere in sight, freeing up a larger space in the centre of the room. The door to the kitchen was wide open, the entire countertop full of packs of plastic cups – not to mention way more bottles than we’d ever need for the guest list she was expecting.

            Daniel and Flo were cosied up on one end of the sofa, apparently only seeking to further prove our point about not classing them as separate people. These days, it was odder to see one of them on their own; their relationship had got serious fast, which kind of made mine and Jay’s look like child’s play in comparison. Still, I’d learned not to let it bother me. I was content with what we had, and we certainly weren’t about to turn into Flaniel 2.0.

            “Finally got here, then?” Daniel asked, before his eyes dropped to the way our hands were unusually linked. “Is that part of the costume, or…?”

            “Please tell me you’ve got another key to these handcuffs,” I said, hoping the desperation on my face was sufficiently evident.

            Collette, who’d appeared in the doorway behind us, chose then to speak up. “You mean you’ve actually lost the key to those things?”

            “Correction: Jay lost the key to these things,” I said, raising my hand and taking his with it. “Please, Daniel. Do us a favour and pass us the spare.”

            “Are you joking?” he asked incredulously, an expression I didn’t like the look of now written all over his face. Beside him, Flo’s was similar, and the sinking feeling in my stomach intensified when I realised the situation had probably required more delicacy than I’d approached it with. “This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. You two like spending time together, right? Why don’t you see how this works out?”

            Disbelieving, I spun around to look for Collette’s backup, but my heart sunk once I realised her expression matched Daniel’s. “It is kind of funny,” she pointed out.

            “Come on, guys,” Jay pleaded. “Just hand over the key and get us out of this.”

            Before anyone could further the conversation, the sound of the doorbell rung out across the house, and Collette appeared to spring into action. “That’ll be the first of the lot from school,” she announced, even though that was obvious in itself. “Party’s just getting started. Man the stereo, Daniel.”

            “On it,” he said, extracting himself from Flo, making for the sound system in the corner of the room. On the way, he turned to face Jay and I once more, eyes sweeping the two of us with an expression that only worsened my feeling of dread. “How about I let you have the key at the end of the night?” he asked, holding it up. “I don’t know about everyone else, but I kind of want to see how this pans out.”

            “Stop kidding around,” I snapped. “Just hand it over. This isn’t funny.”

            “Actually,” he said, as the sound of the front door opening and Collette’s greeting travelled through to the living room, “I think it’s hilarious. You two have fun.”

            “I’m going to kill you later,” I warned, making to fold my arms over my chest, and realising I couldn’t only when Jay let out a small yelp. “Oh. Sorry.”

            He turned away as the first few people entered the living room – a group of faces I recognised from various classes at school – and left Jay and I standing there, linked together in the most irritating of ways, and apparently with a few hours’ suffering ahead of us.

            As I looked over at my boyfriend and his stupid wonky police hat, all I could do was shake my head, suddenly at a loss for words.

***

            “Erin.”

            The sound of his voice, a little too close to my ear, had me looking over. We were squashed up against one end of Collette’s sofa, our linked arms splayed awkwardly in front of us, looking on as a group of tipsy partygoers – a group which included Flo and Daniel – carried out a very sloppy version of the Macarena. For the entire time we’d been sat here, I’d found myself staring at the metal contraption linking our wrists, mentally evaluating all the ways I could break it apart by force.

            It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy Jay’s company – most of the time he was a laugh, despite his definite idiotic tendencies – but I was a firm believer in personal space, and this situation didn’t exactly go hand-in-hand with that. Maybe Flo and Daniel would’ve been able to cope, but I was a little less tolerant.

            Jay was looking at me with an unusual hesitance, which only had me feeling more wary. “What is it?”

            “Don’t shout at me.”

            I raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him; he looked genuinely apologetic, which had my tough exterior wavering slightly. “I’m not going to shout at you. Well, not unless you’re about to cuff my other hand, because I really don’t think our relationship could cope with that.”

            “Don’t worry, I’ve learnt my lesson,” he assured me, “but I feel like this is going to go down equally badly.”

            I sighed, but held my gaze all the same. “I can handle it. Just tell me.”

            He leaned in a little closer. “I have to go to the toilet.”

            I couldn’t help letting out an exasperated groan; I clapped my free hand to my forehead. “You’ve got to be joking.”

            “I’m sorry, okay? You’re going to have to come with me.”

            “Funnily enough, I gathered that part,” I said, looking over at him, my expression caught somewhere in the midst of disbelief. “Well, I suppose it was inevitable at some point. Let’s get this over with.”

            As we both gathered ourselves to our feet, skirting round the group still overly enthusiastically doing the Macarena, I heard Jay’s voice behind me. “You know, we could always just consider this as taking our relationship to the next level,” he said, the smile audible in his tone.

            “This was a level I kind of hoped we’d never have to get to.”

            Collette’s hallway was a lot quieter than the living room. It wasn’t a wild party by any means, and she appeared to have kept the number of unknown plus-ones to a minimum, so the house was far from breaking point. Thankfully, the door to the downstairs bathroom was open, and the absence of a queue only meant less people to have to explain our situation to (something we’d already had to do dozens of times that evening).

            “How are we going to do this?” I asked, as we approached the bathroom. “Is there any way I can stand outside the door?”

            “I’m not on a lead,” Jay pointed out. “These handcuffs are too short. It’s never going to reach. You’re going to have to come in with me.”

            “I’ve never hated my brother so much as I do at this moment,” I muttered scathingly, thinking of how much I wanted to punch him. He was going to have some serious payback coming to him when we finally got out of this trap. If he and Flo ever got themselves into a similar mess, as unlikely as that was, they could stay like it forever. “Right. Let’s get this over with quickly.”

            “Not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before,” Jay murmured, almost under his breath, as I closed the bathroom door behind him.

            I felt my cheeks beginning to flame. “Oh my God. Don’t even go there,” I warned, as he broke off into loud laughter. Turning on the spot, I fixed my gaze on a random spot amongst the gleaming tiles. “You know how much I hate you right now?”

            “Not at all,” he returned, in a tone that was far too cheery for the circumstances. “One day, we’re going to look back at this and laugh.”

            “Jay?” I asked, still forcing myself to stare at the wall.

            “Yes?”

            “Shut up.”

***

            “Dance with me.”

            “No, Jay.”

            “Come on. Dance with me.”

            “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re handcuffed together. We can’t.”

            “That doesn’t have to stop us.”

            “It doesn’t have to,” I admitted, “but it probably should. We’re going to make fools of ourselves if we try.”

            “Come on.” He leaned in closer, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. In hindsight, I probably should’ve stopped him accepting the shots Daniel had offered us fifteen minutes ago; my brother, still highly amused by the whole thing, seemed committed to making the experience as hilarious as possible. Unfortunately, our perspectives on humour differed; he wasn’t the one who had to deal with being attached to Jay, who got even flirtier than usual under the influence. If that was even possible. “You know you want to.”

            “Do I?”

             He shot me a knowing look. “If you get up and dance, maybe later on we can do that thing you—”

            I shoved him away as quickly as I could, but he only laughed off my reaction. “Oh my God, Jay. Not here.”

            “Why? Are you embarrassed?” he drawled, slurring his words a little.

            “What do you think?” I murmured, willing my face to return to its normal colour; I only hoped it was dark enough to go unnoticed by anybody else. “Okay, fine. I’ll get up and attempt to dance with you if you behave yourself for the rest of the evening.”

            “What if I don’t want to behave myself?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous fashion. However, the look I gave him soon wiped the smirk from his face. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave. Now come on. Let’s dance.”

            “I’m not drunk enough for this,” I groaned, as he gathered himself to his feet and pulled me with him.

            “Luckily, I’m drunk enough for the both of us.”

            And his dancing presented a point that definitely couldn’t be argued with; he wasn’t exactly talented when sober, let alone under the influence of a little too much alcohol. For a moment, all I could do was stand there watching, my arm getting pulled around in sync with his slightly erratic movements, before he decided I had to take it up to a higher level of participation.

            “Come on, Erin.”

            I quirked an eyebrow. “You know you look absolutely ridiculous, right?”

            “You know you’re jealous of my out-of-this-world dancing skills, right?” he shot back, with a self-satisfied smile. Then, suddenly, he had both arms around me, pulling me into something that was caught between a hug and a slow dance, despite the track on Collette’s stereo being anything but slow.

            Eventually, though, I had to give in. Looping my free arm around his neck, and intertwining our fingers as best we could when impaired by a clunky handcuff, I let myself match the rhythm of Jay’s jerky movements. The triumphant grin that materialised across his face made it clear he was pleased with his persuasion, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

            “You know the most ironic thing, though?” I moved to murmur in Jay’s ear, as the track melted into the next.

            “What’s that?”

            “We’re still better dancers than those two,” I said, cocking my head towards Flo and Daniel, who were moving somewhat awkwardly as he tried to twirl her around, “and they’re not even handcuffed together.”

            I heard Jay’s laugh straight away, a little too close to my ear, as he pulled me closer. And, in that moment, I realised maybe – just maybe – the night wouldn’t turn out to be quite as unbearable as I first thought.

***

            “Collette!”

            I elbowed my way through the living room, Jay in tow, and through the open door into the kitchen. There, I found the girl I was looking for: she was leaning up against the countertop, plastic cup in hand, giggling wholeheartedly at something Scott was saying. Her pirate hat had slipped sideways, teetering wonkily on the side of her head, but she didn’t seem to have noticed.

            “Collette,” I said again, and this time she looked over.

            “Erin!” she greeted, the corner of her mouth quirking upward when her gaze flickered toward the handcuffs once again. “How’s it going?”

            It must’ve been past one; the place seemed significantly sparser as time wore on, and I’d seen a few people drifting towards the front door as parental curfews began to come into force. Jay, whom I was now physically withholding drinks from, despite his determination to consume more alcohol, had now reached slightly inappropriate levels of flirtatiousness, at which point I decided it was best to supervise his journey home.

            But before I could do that, of course, I needed to locate my brother.

            “Have you seen Daniel?” I asked.

            “We don’t need Daniel,” Jay drawled from behind me, coming up and wrapping his arm around my waist. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

            Resisting the urge to laugh, I shot a look at Collette that I hoped read please help me now. “Um… I think he went home with Flo, actually,” she said slowly, wincing as if in preparation for my reaction. “Didn’t he give you the key already?”

            “No, he didn’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re sure he left?”

            “He definitely said they were going back to Flo’s,” Scott piped up. He too had a plastic cup in one hand, with an oversized buoyancy aid tucked under the other arm: the prop he’d been carrying around all evening, as part of his lifeguard costume. “Didn’t mention that he still had the key, though.”

            “That little shit.” I shook my head scathingly. “I swear, when I see him tomorrow…”

            My train of thought was interrupted by Jay pulling me even closer, squeezing me a little tighter than necessary, for no particular reason. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked.

            “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do,” I told him, biting back a smile. “You hit the nail right on the head there, Jay.” Shaking my head, I glanced between Collette and Scott, who both seemed to be torn between looking amused and sympathetic. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to follow him back to Flo’s, then, because we need this key…”

            “We can’t go there!” Jay protested, so forcefully his loud voice had me wincing.

            “Why not?”

            “They’ve gone home together,” he said, purposely slowly, and not just because of the alcohol. “You know what they’re doing.”

            I couldn’t help but grimace. “Shut up. That’s my brother. I don’t want to think about that.”

            Still, despite this, I knew Jay had a point – which was nothing short of remarkable, considering the lack of sense he’d been talking most of the evening. As desperate as I may have been for freedom, there was a definite list of things I didn’t want to walk in on, and I couldn’t guarantee that a trip to Flo’s would end well.

            “Right, then,” I said bracingly, glancing over my shoulder at Jay. “Guess you’re sleeping over.”

            “Result!” he exclaimed, with what was meant to be a surreptitious wink in Scott’s direction, but ended up being the least subtle thing I’d ever seen.

            His laughter, however, soon dried up once I’d hit him in the arm.

***

            “You better be quiet.”

            “I can be quiet.”

            I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because you spent the whole walk home singing Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs.”

            He grinned sheepishly. “I got it out of my system.”

            “For everybody’s sake, I hope so,” I said. “Now shut up. Mum should be asleep, but I’m not about to take any chances.”

            We were stood on the front doorstep of my house, as we had been for the last two minutes: the entirety of which I’d spent trying to convince Jay of the importance of him shutting up. It was nearing two in the morning, and I wasn’t exactly in the mood to try explaining why on earth I was handcuffed to my boyfriend – and with no sign of a key – to my mother.

            “Don’t worry about it,” he told me, in a surprisingly reassuring tone. “We got this.”

            As it turned out, he was true to his word; once I’d unlocked the front door as quietly as possible, I managed to lead him all the way up the staircase, hissing instructions about exactly which step creaked the loudest. The whole thing kind of felt like a military agenda. However, with each step we surpassed, the tight feeling of anticipation in my chest loosened a little, and I realised we might actually make it unnoticed.

            Once inside my room, and with the door safely closed behind us, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

            “Told you, didn’t I?”

            I smiled; alone in the quietness of my bedroom, the reality of the situation seemed to finally be sinking in. And it was kind of hilarious.

            “Yes,” I said gently. “I suppose you did.”

            “After all this, you better be letting me sleep in your bed.”

            I raised an eyebrow, shooting him an incredulous look. “After all the trouble you’ve caused me tonight? As if. You can stay on the floor. With any luck, Daniel will be home first thing tomorrow morning.”

            “Oh, come on, Erin. Just admit it. You’ve loved this whole thing.”

            I scoffed. “As if.”

            He stepped a little closer, looking down to meet my gaze. “You loved it just as much as you love me.”

            “In other words, not at all?” I offered, with an innocent smile.

            Without warning, he had both his hands on the small of my back, dragging me closer until the space between us was verging on nonexistence. He’d taken his cap off somewhere in the evening, so I could see his ridiculously spiked hair up close, which was enough to stop me wanting to run my hands through it. “I beg to differ,” he said, too quietly, before leaning in.

            We didn’t exactly get far on the whole kissing front; with what had to be the worst timing ever, my phone vibrated, making us both jump. With some slightly awkward adjustment, I was able to fish it out of my bra (the costume was nowhere near practical enough to come with pockets), pulling up my newest text onscreen. It came complete with Daniel’s name.

            Oops, it read. I think I forgot something.

            Rolling my eyes, I typed out my one-handed reply as quickly as possible. You think?!

            Sorry. I owe you one, Erin. Name your price.

            The idea entered my head almost immediately; as it did, I could feel the involuntary smirk creeping onto my face. I think it’s your turn to spend a little time in the handcuffs, I tapped out.

            With Flo?

            Glancing upward, my gaze met Jay’s for a split second, who was looking on unknowingly. Actually, I returned, I kind of had somebody else in mind.

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So, there we go. That's it. I hope you enjoyed it (writing this certainly made me feel a little nostalgic for the Vanilla days). Comments, of course, would be massively appreciated, if any of you actually noticed this had been updated haha. Love you guys :)