Hi, guys...I'm kind of in class again right now. I'll start trying to do this on my phone eventually, if I ever learn how. It's complicated if you've only recently gotten a touch screen after using an old flip phone for years on top of years.

And...my updates will be a bit more scattered. It's kind of just...because I have to focus on other things. Senior year, my classes...keeping grades up, help with a kid...and treatments...keep my friends from finding out until I've graduated in May. I'll make it until then. Maybe. Hopefully.

But, I really do love this story, it's always been a perfect distraction from my life. So...now it's time to return to it and get back in rhythm.

To those who reviewed:

Spamano4ever: Thanks. I missed it too. You'll find out soon, hopefully.

TheAwesomeMe128: I was alright. I guess it was just a scare.

Guest: I can't really answer if I was okay back in March. I guess everything was just all falling at once. I started smoking and stuff, so...I guess my nerves sort of got shot. As for it I'm okay now...well...I'm a fighter, so...I'll make it. I'm glad you like the story.

Guest: Thanks.

The Awesome Me 128: (AN) Thanks. I appreciate it. You're very welcome. I love Angels On The Moon. It's played at my school every year during the Senior slideshow, and it's my adoptive brother and his fiancé's song, so it means a lot to me. And Paradise Fears...I love their music. They've got me through so much. I just can't listen to their cover of The Fighter right now...it's just too...close, I guess.

Over the next several months, things fell into an uneasy routine. Lovino had a hard time letting everyone else help. He slowly recovered from the years of mental abuse from the mafia. And he finally decided that whatever happened, he could deal with when it happened.

Feliciano was still a happy-go-lucky person, even if he was a bit more down to earth than he used to be.

Antonio watched all this with a sad heart. He could see the effect on the brothers. And he didn't like it because it was changing them.

Gilbert sighed as he stood by Antonio one morning before school began, frowning at the interaction the brothers were sharing. "This isn't fair." he commented dryly. "They shouldn't have to face this kind of change. Especially not so soon."

"Good news is that Lovi finally put the past behind him," Ravis offered shyly from nearby. That was one thing that had yet to change. The others from Lovino's past had stuck around, but still weren't entirely comfortable with the entire group yet.

Gilbert nodded in agreement quietly. "That's true. So I guess it's not all bad."

Still, the school day moved on to be nothing short of hell for Lovino. As it had been for years. Most of it was brushed off, but everyone could see it bothered him, at least a little bit.

Come lunch, Lovino was sick of it. "So, everything's back to normal." he deadpanned. "And I wish people would go die again,"

Antonio threw an arm around his shoulders. "My poor Lovi.." he murmured, kissing the Italian's forehead gently.

The rest of the group stayed out of it, letting Antonio focus on making Lovino feel a bit better about everything. But they still knew it was going to be a long way to full recovery after all this was said and done.

Yeah. Rushed. And really unclear. Oh well. I feel like shit and I can't breathe, so we're going to call it done and I'll clear it all up next chapter.