A.N- Hajimemashite! Hi this is my first story ever and I'm kinda nervous.

I don't own South Park or its awesomeness, but you know that:)

The ending pairings are still unknown, but here I go. Hope you enjoy it!

"Urgh…"

Last day of school before the summer holidays and I have to wake up to the sound of my cell ringing at…four in the morning? I can only think of one person who would be up so early so I roll in my bed to grab my phone and press the electronic device to my ear, squeezing out the name of my best friend.

"…Tweek?"

"It's me you dumb Jew"

I automatically hang up to the sound of a pig that has somehow learnt to talk. Maybe I'm still dreaming? I don't laugh at my sarcastic joke. A cell in my brain wonders whether I should have listened to Cartman while the other cells shout, "Fuck that! Go back to sleep"

My phone wakes me up again a second later. Groaning, I extend my hand back to my phone, breathing deeply into the microphone. I'm way too tired to complain to him so I only say what I can manage.

"Fatso?"

"Don't call me fat you butt licker! Oh my god Kyle. You seriously need to know what I won and what I'm gonna do with it." He's half panting from excitement. I can practically feel his breath from the speakers. "But you just have to wait until we get to school hmm?"

With that, he hangs up, a complete and utter waste of two minutes of my sleep time. Despite my lightest interest of what he was talking about, I fall back asleep the second my finger presses the hang up button.

Seven o'clock. Yeah, that seems to be about the right time to wake up. I roll out of my bed, steadying myself on all fours before I make my way to my closet. It's summer, so I have all the freedom to wear short sleeves and shorts without the worry of getting too cold. I heave out a shirt and a pair of pants, fighting my half-asleep self into them. Yup, that seems more like me; long sleeves that fit right up to my wrists.

I make my way out of the house, saluting my mum and Ike, who were still eating their breakfast. I'm thirty minutes early. I scowl at my subconscious that is the slightest bit eager to find out what Cartman was talking about three hours ago. I hope he's not fucking planning another ridiculous, moneymaking scheme.

With my mind wondering about what kind of stupid ideas that fatass may be thinking of, I suddenly find myself ten feet away from the bus stop and notice that someone was already there. I feel my heart skip a beat, and then it starts to pump furiously. I duck my face down, feeling the scarlet heat creep to my cheeks. Goddamn it, I should be used to this my now. I mean, yeah, I haven't been alone with him (or really talked to him for that matter) for so long, but come on! I've been around him for sixteen years! I'm so pathetic. I mean, ever since I figured out my…

"Hey Kyle"

He greets me, cutting off my thoughts, pulling out one of his earphones, smiling at me. I feel my insides clench with guilt of my secret feelings towards him. It wasn't always like this. It's only been a couple of years since I… Goddamnit! I'm thinking too much this morning.

"Hey Stan." I manage to smile back, killing every single goddamn butterfly dancing in my stomach. I feel his smile widen slightly, warmth appearing in his eyes with relief. Shit. I seriously hate myself. I want to kill that Kyle Faggot Broflovski in me now and get back the old Kyle. Stan's Super Best Friend Kyle.

I sigh and stand beside him, facing down at my shoes. Pretending to identify the small scars.

So two years huh? Since I figured out my feelings with some help from a certain orange piece of shit. Just kidding. I can never blame him for helping me. How our relationship ended up now is completely my fault. While Kenny tried everything to convince me to confess my feelings to Stan, all I did was pushed him away, scared of ruining our relationship, and instead, breaking nearly everything between us.

I remember Stan's reactions completely when I began to form the distance between us. He held my arms, pleading for me to tell him if he had done something that could have caused my sudden behaviour. AllⅠdid was shake my head, ignore his calls, and form new friendships and we were broken. There you go; three easy steps on how to ruin a friendship. But the worst thing is the fact that I can see that he still wants us to be best friends again, and every inch of my body is aching to respond to that feeling. To apologise to him for everything that happened in the past two years. But what is stopping me, is my unchanging feelings, fear, guilt and my goddamn good-for-nothing pride.

I look up at him, stare at him unconsciously for what seems like the first time for what was much too long. I notice his long black eyelashes flinch, and I know that he has noticed my stare. But he pretends not to notice, to make sure that I don't get uncomfortable. His earphones are both out now. He is too kind towards me, even when I don't deserve any of it.

"Hey Kyle! Ngh…" I turn around from the shout of my name, finding my current best friend, followed by a bored looking Craig Tucker. Craig acknowledges my presence from Tweek's greeting and scowls at me, making me wince.

"Hi Tweek" I let out, walking towards him, ignoring the death glare of Craig. I unbutton Tweek's mismatched buttons and do them up properly. It's our routine, and every time I do it I can't help but notice our height differences. Oh how I hate my shortness. I only come up to about Tweek's nose and I'm at least a head shorter than Craig. As I finish some of the last buttons I notice Tweek tense at my touch.

"Tweek I know you hate the buttons up like this, but you can't let your stomach out like that!" I state after buttoning. I look up at Craig automatically after my actions and feel truly relieved that people can't die from glares, because if they could, I'll definitely be dead by now.

I know why he hates me. It's because I'm best friends with Tweek, his former best friend. But I didn't steal Tweek from Craig, hell no! They are still friends but they just aren't the best friends they used to be, and it's been like that for years now. But that doesn't stop him from hating my guts. But I think there's more reasons to his hate. No, I know it's more than that. I know Craig's secret, maybe it's mostly because I'm like him. Well, our circumstances are different I guess, but the idea is the same. We both fell for our best friends. Despite our similarity, I'm still scared of if he knows that I know. He might kill me with his laser eyes if he finds out that I knew his secret. That makes me think. Maybe glaring can kill you if it's from Craig Tucker.

After a while of me chatting with Tweek, Stan listening to his mp3 player and Craig…well, being Craig, three more guys join our group. I greet Kenny and Butters with a light high-five with Kenny. It's our daily routine. I don't know why we do it though. (He's become more touchy-feely towards me during the last couple of years. I think it's because he hangs around Stan more and feels guilty towards me.) I scowl at the last fat figure.

"Cartman you fuckass why the hell did you call me four in the morning!" I yell at him and everyone turns to us with an amused face, except for that pokerfaced Tucker, simply tilting his head slightly.

"Awwww couldn't get to sleep from too much interest in what I was going to say Kyyyyle?" He batters his eyes and purrs. Ew.

"You better explain why you called me so fucking early in the morning!" I yell back. He smirks with satisfaction.

"Well I guess I can tell you now that everyone's here Kyle. Don't want you dying from curiosity." He ignores my scowl and begins his speech, forming one of the biggest smiles his fat cheeks could handle.

"You Guys. I have won. Ten. Million. Dollars." He emphasizes every damn word. "Seriously" He concludes.

Silence fills the air; well, it would have been if it weren't for my smirk of cause.

"Cartman! You know we won't fall for that dumbass." I burst out laughing, ignoring his scowl. But he waits patiently without interrupting me. It dies down eventually, my laughter.

"Now that little Shrimpy here got it out of his system I will like to continue." I glare at him. Don't fucking call me Shrimp you fucking fat piece of fat.

"If you want the story here it is, but I'm cutting it short 'cause I want to move to the good part. Okay. So. You guys know that I'm the Biggest Cheesy Poofs fan right?"

"Your body shows all Cartman" Kenny's comment is ignored and the fatass continues.

"Well, they announced that one of their official fan club members that eats over 200 Cheesy Poofs fastest will win ten million dollars and I, Eric Cartman won it."

I can't believe him, and I don't need to. Even if Cheesy Poofs is one of the greatest companies in the modern world (which is something I will never understand) and even if Cartman is one of the greatest fans they could have. That's impossible.

"So you won ten million dollars and gained ten pounds. Double gain; not bad fatass" This time, Kenny's comment isn't ignored. Cartman walk up to him, pride and confidence hanging from his chest.

"Kenny if you say one more thing about my weight, you are not going to be a part of my oh-so-magnificent plan." He pokes Kenny in the chest, a smirk on his face. God, nothing can bring him down now; was he really telling the truth?

"What are you planning to do with ten mil?" Stan says, clearly uninterested in what he was going to say. It makes me smirk. "I didn't know you had anything planned for cash except for putting them in a pool and swimming in it."

"Been there, done that" Cartman answers Stan's statement with a 'how's that!' tone Yeah that's Cartman all right, doesn't know anything worthwhile to do with his money.

Me and Stan continue to stare at him with disinterest; Craig is back to dozing off into the atmosphere; Kenny looks at Cartman with pure amusement (of his stupidity) and Butters and Tweek stand there looking anxious, except for with the addition of Tweek's shaking and Butter's rubbing of his knuckles.

I open my mouth to accuse Cartman for his holdup before he stops me when he finally begins announcing his plan.

"You know, there's so much shit TV in the world now. Not enough entertainment to fill our lives, well, mine at least. So I have decided, with my Ten Million Dollars," he emphasises those words again, "to make a reality show and post it on my website. And I want you…" He points his finger at each of us; I hear Tweek squeak and I rub his arm for comfort. "six douche bags to be in it." Okay, nothing dramatic so far.

"Yeah? And why would we wanna do that?" I challenge him, cocking up an eyebrow

"Because Jewhole, I'm gonna pay each of you 50,000 dollars each if you do it."

My urge to laugh is cut by the yell of Tweek.

"Jesus Christ Man! I-I can't do it! Anything paying you that much money could only mean that they'll sell your body to mad scientists, Nagh! or the KGB o-or a cult or something…" Cartman sighs and rolls his eyes

"No Tweek I'm not going to sell you're body to mad scientists or the KGB" he says with an 'I'm sorry I'm not gonna do it again mom' type of tone.

"You dumbass Cartman, the KGB dissolved in 1991"

"Ay Tweek's the one who said it!" I hear another GAH! from beside me, but I continue to tackle Cartman

"Besides do you really think we would believe you? You wouldn't lend me a dollar let alone give us 50,000 each!"

"It's called business Kyle! Fine, if you don't believe me I'll prove it to you! Come!" He nods his head towards the direction of his house and stomps forward.

Dude, we've got school! My shocked expression hardens when I see Kenny and Butters following him. Tweek shakes hardly, then stumbles towards the same direction, then Craig follows him, and I'm left alone with Stan. He turns towards me, raises his shoulders and smiles with resignation before following the others. Hesitantly, I follow suit, jogging lazily. Yeah, fuck the last day of school. I tell myself.

When we arrive at Cartman's house we are greeted by his mother and welcomed to an triple chocolate ice-cream parfait. I am more than grateful for this. Despite the fact that I wear long sleeves in summer doesn't mean that I don't feel the heat. I just don't like showing my arms okay? Call me self-conscious all you want.

As we eat our parfait in the lounge, Cartman darts up to his room, returning with a pile of papers and his laptop. He drops all his papers onto the table where we were eating, making us grown as his papers fly into our ice cream delight.

"Look through those papers and then I'll take you to the last and ultimate proof." with that, he leaves the room with his laptop in his hand. He's darting all over the place, causing an earthquake with every step.

We grown again while dipping the papers out of the ice cream. Way to go Cartman, you fat fuck.

As I flick through the papers, only taking in the words and numbers half-heartedly, I feel my eyes widen with astonishment and my reading drops speed, cautious to leaving behind any words. The others, however, frown at the papers trying to analyse what they all mean. But I understand everything. All these papers, records of his bank account for the past year, receipts of every little thing he's bought that relates to his plan, signed documents and detailed designs and sketches of what seems to be a retarded building. I understand all of them; I can even get a guess of what Cartman might be planning for the show.

I catch my breath and begin to blink with the sound of Cartman entering back into the room. He notices my dumbstruck stare and smirks at me.

"Get it now?"

I slowly nod. He didn't expect anyone to understand the documents except for me. Son of a bitch…

"Let's get going now. Need to put the puzzles together for you dumbasses" He looks towards the others and they all glare back at him, not really intimidating because of the confusion lingering in their eyes.

Cartman jumps into the driver's seat; I manage to keep a straight face while imagining the car flip over from his weight. Butters makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat. Kenny and Craig sneak into the trunk, Kenny poking me before ducking down. I climb into the middle of the back seat, Tweek sitting next to me. I quickly regret this as Stan climbs through the other door, snuggling next to me. I hear Kenny snigger behind me, so I turn around and punch him from above. Nice way to cover up your blush Broflovski.

"Oh God! W-where are you taking us!" Tweek screeches as Cartman starts the car.

"Into the woods you Spaz" Tweek lets out another scream from his answer.

"Jesus Christ! Y-you're gonna k-Kill US! Then bury our bodies in the nrgh, forest! Argh!" I take Tweek's hand gently out of his hair and place it around his thermos. He takes a large gulp with a final twitch and goes back to his subtle shaking.

"Ngh… Thanks Kyle"

"You're welcome," I say half-heartedly.

In reverse to Tweek managing to cool down, I feel tenser than ever. With every bump of the car I can feel Stan's thigh dig into mine, burning the skin under my jeans.

My blush dies down when I suddenly feel a stream of hot breath brush on the back of my neck. My spine freezes and I feel my whole body shudder; I quickly turn around, my fists ready to punch Kenny in the face again, but I find myself face to face with a glaring Craig. I freeze, my nose nearly brushing against his pale one; I feel the temperature exchange among our faces.

"Y-Yeah?" The shake in my voice is clearly obvious.

"Nothing" He smirks and ducks back down beside Kenny, I do the same by sitting back nudging into Tweek so I avoid the touch from Stan as much as possible. I suddenly get the idea that that's a bad idea remembering Craig's existence behind me. Did he just glare at me because I got a simple 'Thank you' from Tweek? Dude, how possessive was he?

The car comes to a sudden stop, and I mean sudden. We all jump up an inch in the air, crushing our faces into some part of the car as we come back down, myself included.

"Cartman the Fuck?"

"We're here losers"

And with that sign we all burst out of the car for fresh air. Seven guys in a tiny car don't exactly smell like the botanical gardens. I didn't even realise that I was holding my breath, thanks to those two ravens.

"Oh wow…" To Butter's heart-taken voice we all calm our panting and look up, only to find our breaths taken again. No. That can't be Cartman's. But it has to be; it was exactly like it was in his papers he just showed us.

Not exactly the most beautiful piece of architecture I've ever seen, but it was still goddamn impressive. It was a circular building, similar to a lodge, based on wood the colour of handsome umber. The brown collaborated perfectly with the forest green of its surroundings. It just seemed so…rich, not a snobby kind of rich but kind of like… like one of Token's holiday house in the woods that was specially designed for a calm holiday, uniting with the nature and away from society kind of a house. Gosh, that made no sense at all.

"Not really ma style but… it ain't bad is it?" We all nod subconsciously in agreement.

"Well, better show you guys inside, make yourselves familiar to it all." No one really listens to him. We all admire the exterior of the building while our legs automatically move towards the entrance, a simple red wooded door, accompanied by two black lanterns at its side.

The entrance leads into a short hallway that comes to a split formed by a sudden circular wall. We walk a few feet to the left and then welcomed into a wide-open kitchen and lounge. We all gasp, dumb struck by the unexpected modern interior coated, the walls bright white, reflecting the light coming through the breath-taking large window. I dash excitedly towards the window, not bothered to hide my excitement. I just adore large windows, and this one has one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. Well most people would probably think I was dumb for thinking so because all you could see was mostly forest, but through the dark green trees I could slightly see the sparkle of a not so distant lake.

I hear sniggering and chuckling behind me and I instantly notice that my face is completely glued to the window. Blushing, I pull my face off the window, ew, and wipe my face marks off the clean surface. Kenny and Cartman's laughter increased as I turned to face them, my cheeks completely on fire from embarrassment and rage. I even manage myself to glare at Stan who was also chuckling, trying to restrain himself from my glance. I'm put off slightly from my rage though, to find that even Craig was sniggering at me, I bare my teeth with bitterness, Craig never sniggers.

"Let's move on shall we and let the small Jew jack off to the windows." Cartman says while pushing Tweek and Butter's back out the room.

"Shut the fuck up fatass" I scream at him but sit down beside the window and stare back out again, restraining myself from sticking to the glass.

It only seems about ten seconds before the guys come back, urging me to say goodbye to my long lost love. I scowl at them, placing one last glance towards the beautiful view and follow the guys out the main door.

"Well, what do you think?" Cartman says as we exit the house, back into the sparkling forest.

"Why do you care what we think?" Typical Craig: his monotone voice has the ability to make every word of his sound condescending and sarcastic. But Cartman doesn't seem to bulge with his voice for once and continues as though accepting his asshole attitude.

"Because you six are the ones who are gonna live here for 20 days."

"Yeah? What makes you think we will?" Craig challenges.

"Because Craig," He spits, "I will pay each of you 50,000 dollars each,"

Yeah. In exchange of torture and humiliation for 20 days? I mutter under my breath. And what proof is there that he won't unleash Jason at us in the middle of the night and make his very own 'Friday the 13th'? I open my mouth to announce my doubts, but Cartman interrupts me before I could spill a word by pushing some more papers into my nose.

"Aaand, I promise that I won't cause any injuries and would be responsible to all accidents that are unlikely to happen" He takes the papers out of my face and underlines a sentence with his finger that sets his promise in stone. "I promise." he states again, emphasising the words clearly, carving them into my memory.

"Briefly, all I'm asking of you guys is to live in this magnificent house for twenty days, maybe doing some games and activities, and I'll pay you 50,000. That's what? 2,500 dollars a day?" We all gulp at the amount.

"So what do you say?" He cocks his eyebrow up and looks at every one of us, holding out the papers that were digging into my face again.

Kenny's the first one grab a piece, a sign to his agreement towards the plan, clearly interested in the 50,000 but also showing pure amusement towards the plan. The second to grab a sheet is Butters, looking around in panic, desperate for an answer from his invisible parents before he does. The third to follow to my surprise was a trembling Tweek, who was grabbing onto the hem of my shirt for dear life before he made his choice. Stan lets out a slight sigh through his nose before he grabs one and makes his way towards the others, leaving me alone with an unamused Craig.

"Weeell?" Cartman waves the papers in our faces as if they were a bundle of cash, testing out temptation. His challenging smirk boils my blood and makes me automatically snatch a dancing sheet out of his hand and stomp my way towards the others. I see Craig raise an eyebrow at me in slight surprise as I park myself besides Stan and Tweek, who shrieks in relief at my presence. Yeah, I can understand Tweek's shrieks now. Surprisingly, Craig doesn't hesitate to grab the last piece from Cartman and sets himself behind Tweek and me.

Cartman smiles at us with satisfaction and excitement glimmering in his eyes. God, with all of us standing here like we're about to face a large challenge makes me feel like we're the fellowship of the ring of something. So I guess I'm one of the hobbits? I mentally punch myself in the guts.

We're handed a pen to sign what seems like a handmade contract right here and now. I read the paper at least twenty times from many different angles before I feel comfortable enough to sign it and hand it back to fatass. He goes through each one of our signed contracts carefully, I bet he looked at my signature twice as long as any others.

Once Cartman is satisfied with our contracts we all get back into the car. I'm the first to get in, in order to avoid ending up next to Stan again, which could have been one of my worst moves because I somehow end myself squeezed together in by the two ravens. While I feel the blazing heat from Stan's touch I also feel the ice-cold glare of Craig from my top left side. Yay. Pressure sandwich.

I don't know if I should say the way back was worse than the way here: while I could avoid my thoughts from Stan's heat it was in exchange with the pain of bruises forming from Craig's elbow digging into my left arm. Dude, this son of a bitch has serious problems with me.

I practically trip out of the car trying to get away from Craig's torture as quickly as possible. I'm caught by Stan's firm hands that stops me from banging my nose into the gravel. He gives me a concerned 'Are you okay?' as I rub my left arm and I manage to smile up at him and squeeze out a 'Yeah'. I feel my face burn as he smiles at me, happier with the fact that I looked at him for once rather than my actual response. I feel guilty as hell with the idea and my blush instantly fades, despite him still hanging on to my shoulders.

We're not welcomed into Cartman's house this time and he just says what he wants to say when he's sure everyone's out of the car. Tweek yelps as he stumbles out of the trunk with Kenny, who gracefully lands on his two feet, keeping his hands in the pockets of his orange parker.

When everyone is standing outside the car, facing Cartman, he clears his throat unnecessarily to get everyone's final attention.

"You guys have officially agreed to be part of my reality show," he says waving our contracts in the air. "And I'm planning to start it on Monday. You guys get ready for twenty days in the forest and meet me here in three days at 7pm. If anyone is more than two seconds late I will kick him in the fucking nuts!" He pants after his burst out before continuing on his last words. "I will explain the details on the day, you guys make sure you're ready for a twenty day holiday, well, kind of, and don't be late!''

With that, we're dismissed. I don't plan going to school since I'll be… late, but I don't even consider the idea of going back home before the time school is meant to finish.

I follow Tweek to Harbucks and grab a large iced-coffee for lunch, I'm not bothered getting anything proper to eat. Yeah I know why I'm short, it's because I hardly eat anything. Tweek invites me into his house but I politely decline; I decide I wanted to be alone for a couple of hours before I could go back home without suspicious questions from my mother.

There's just too much going around in my head now, I mean twenty days means twenty days living with Stan, maybe even a murder planning Craig (I shiver at the thought), not to mention the fact that I'm helping Cartman who bribed me with money (he mostly triggered my rage really).

I'm sitting by Stark's pond, engaging myself into the cool breeze brushing through the water surface. If anyone sees me now they'll think I'm a loner emo or something.

I suddenly jolt up with the vibration of my phone; I press the call button and press it against my ear without looking at whom it was by.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kyle"

My heart jumps at the transparent voice flowing from the speaker directly into my ear. "Hey Stan, what's up?" I manage to say through the thumping of my own pulse. I hear him take in a short breath before answering my question.

"Nothing much. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to my house now. I'm still confused about the whole thing and only you seem to be the only one who clearly understands the whole thing. Besides, I bet you can't even go home before school officially ends" He talks a little fast, showing that he was a little nervous about inviting me. No wonder, he hasn't called me in over a year let alone invite me to his house. But whatever he's feeling right now I bet I'm feeling ten times worse.

"S-sure" My heart races and I feel my whole body shake from too much tension. Despite my ridged answer I literally feel his smile from my phone when I finish my word.

"Awesome! Come over now" He hangs up to that without hesitation, as if scared to hear me change my mind. But magically and surprisingly, with his relieved and cheerful response my whole body relaxes, and I let out a long breath staring at my phone.

I instantly make my way towards his house; jogging lightly through the heat, sweat forms under my long sleeves.

I barely knock before his front door swings open and I'm welcomed in by a smiling Stan. I melt under his joyful gaze when a slight wonder crosses my min. Has he been waiting for me behind the door the whole time? Following him upstairs into his room I gently suck in the air of his house. Man, I haven't been here in so long, and I used to come here every day.

Stan sits comfortably on his bed and I place myself on the hard flor, still not too comfortable enough to sit on the bed with him. I remember his call and open my mouth before any awkward silence gets its chance to grab a hold onto us.

"You said that you wanted to know more about Cartman's plan, but honestly, even I hardly get it." I say with a slight apologetic tone in my voice, but Stan doesn't change his cheerful expression and lets out a slight chuckle.

"Nah, don't worry I don't really care. Fatass said that he'll explain the details later anyway" Stan twitches slightly with his words; I guess he's wondering if it was the right thing to say. But I can't stop but to smile at him, he smiles back with a sigh of relief. I finally notice how much I miss this guy and our friendship. Strange how even if we have hardly talked for nearly two years, it seems as though our friendship break never happened.

We talked for a couple of hours after that, me sitting on the floor and him sitting on the bed. He asked me multiple times if I didn't want to sit on the bed with him, but I said I didn't, trying not to sound too panicked while hiding my blush.

My stomach flips at the sound of my mobile and I groan to see that I got a message from Ike, accusing me for not being at school today and that I had to come home before he told me on our mom. How the little fucker found out I will never know.

Stan walks me to the door, acting as if I've forgotten the way out over the years. It's then when I notice myself not punching him jokingly, and when I see the reminiscence in his eyes as he smiles at me that I fully realise that we haven't been true friends for two years. My insides drop again from guilt and I droop heavily on my way home, my mind racing though a million thoughts. But with every step towards my house, one thought dissolves, clearing my mind and by the time I reach my doorstep I end up with a conclusion.

I still wanna be with Stan. Even if we can't be best friends like we used to be, I don't care. I just wanna be near him. And the opportunity fatass gave me with his plans is a great chance for me. The twenty days with Stan he gave me, I will use it. I will become friends with him again, no matter what it takes. I will do what Cartman tells me to do, and I will obey his rules… maybe.

I grip onto the door handle of my front door firmly with strange determination that was flowing through me

During those twenty days I will get rid of my unnatural feelings towards Stan. And I swear to every inch on my body that I will recover our friendship again.

A.N- Thanks for reading. Please review if you want to spark my enthusiasm into writing more.