A/N: Hey guys! So if any of you reading this have read The Morning After Dark- a Vampire Diaries fanfiction-you'll know me. But to anyone else checking this story out! HELLO! My name's Melody and I love writing fanfictions. This is a particular one that I've been waiting to write for a while and after reading the book again and watching the movie I decided to go for it. This story will be updated every Friday-depending on my schedule and the more reviews-the faster I'll update. Anyways, please enjoy! This story is told in a series of flashbacks so if anyone gets confused; the paragraphs in italics are current time and anything written normally is a flashback.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders-all rights belong to S.E Hinton and others belong to their owners. I do, however own the characters; Vanessa Evans-Young, Peter Young and Marlene Isabella Chelsea Katherine Evans Young.

The sixteen-year-old girl sat in the waiting room nervously. Her jean-clad legs crossed, and her arms were folded across her chest to hold herself together. She had always hated waiting rooms, it was all too familiar… The long panic-stricken wait turns into mind-numbing boredom, relief then, overwhelming sadness. Her heart pounded loudly, combining with the clicking sounds emanating from the secretary's typewriter. What she wouldn't give to be anywhere but here…

The grey door at the end of the room finally opened and a balding middle-aged man stepped out. He looked around the room until his eyes rested on her. He smiled kindly and glanced down quickly at his clipboard.

"Marlene?"

She stood up and walked towards him. He nodded and gestured for her to come inside the room and led her to a couch.

"Make yourself at home Marlene." The therapist said with a smile as he sat down at the desk across from her.

She flushed pink; "I go by Chelsea now."

He looked up at her and then back at his clipboard. "Alright," he said, scratching a note down.

"Now let's get started, I would like to discuss with you the events which occurred last week and what lead up to them." He explained to her calmly.

Chelsea panicked, "He's innocent! All of them are! I swear, I've already explained this to the cops and the court!"

The man's face remained impassive and when she finished speaking, he looked at her directly and used a soothing tone to speak to her; "I am aware you told your take on the story. However, the court has selected me to see if I can help you. The death of a loved one does bring out the worst in someone and maybe talking through this can help shed light on some things we've had trouble grasping."

Chelsea stared at him indignantly; "So you're basically going to make me pour my heart out to you and then tell the court everything I said?"

He smiled and shook his head; "Heavens no! That's against the law. I am simply going to see if I can dig up any repressed memories for you and help you make sense of this entire ordeal-then you may choose to present your thoughts in this case or keep them silent."

Chelsea looked down at her wavy mahogany locks, took a piece of her hair and curled it around her finger anxiously.

The man's voice softened eve more to a tone that sounded as if he was speaking to a young child, "Ma-Chelsea, you've been through a lot these past few months. You've lost some people who you loved dearly and I want to help you because if you don't deal with these feelings now, you're going to snap and spiral into a depression. Please, just let me in, I can help you."

Chelsea looked up at the man. His words reminded her of something…

"Please, talk to me. I can help you if you just let me in!"

She wet her lips and began;

"It all started, on the day of my mother's funeral…"

Wishing you were somehow here again

Wishing you were somehow near

Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed

Somehow you would be here

Marlene stared at the black coffin being lowered into the ground. It was covered in lilies-her mother's favorite flower, pictures of her mother and her-riding horses together, doing each others' make up when Marlene was 5, a family portrait, lyrics to a song Marlene wrote her mother on her birthday, origami and other things that were special to Vanessa Evans-Young during her life.

When it came time to toss dirt into the grave, Marlene pulled out the jar of sand from her dress pocket and emptied it on the coffin. The sand was from California-where her mother had been born and where Marlene and her mother spent the month of July every year together. She kept a jar of the sand because it was like magic-it reminded her of the wonderful time she spent with her mother-just the two of them.

Her father beside her casually threw a handful of dirt into his wife's resting place. He didn't bat an eye. Peter Young was a wealthy industrialist. He was the CEO of a popular publishing company and as a wealthy business man-he knew to never show his emotions in public because it would reflect badly on him and his company. He taught his wife and daughter to do the same; to bury their emotions while in public-which is why her father refused to show the sadness he felt.

Marlene on the other hand couldn't keep herself as poised as her father and the minute her mother's casket had shut she began to sob uncontrollably. Her father took her hand in his, which the rest of the crowd saw as a comforting gesture. Marlene however, knew by the pain in her hand at her father's tight grasp that he was giving her a non-verbal warning that she needed to pull herself together but she knew she couldn't.

The day her mother fell ill, she never accepted it. She refused to accept that her mother, the strongest person she had ever met, was going to die because it didn't make sense to her. Her mother was her whole world, the person she was the closest to and the only person who understood her. The idea of her not being there, had never occurred to Marlene, or perhaps it had and she never thought of what would come after that.

That was why she couldn't prevent the tears from ripping through her throat and why she couldn't pull herself together like her father wanted.

He leant to her side and whispered into her ear; "Get out of here, you're ruining your mother's funeral. Come back when you can face everyone without crying like a child!"

Marlene wanted to argue that she was still a child at sixteen but decided against it. Instead she nodded at her father and ran away from the procession as fast as she could. Her father's explanation to the guests of where she was going.

Marlene ran. She ran faster than she'd ever run in her life. She knew she needed to get out of there, to go someplace where someone wouldn't recognize her and where she could be alone-the lower East side of town.

The minute she could not run any further she came across a small park in a lower class neighborhood. Marlene walked to the fountain in the center of the park, and sat down on the lip of it.

She rested her curly-haired head in her arms and sobbed. Her mind having realized now that she was never going to see her mother ever again and her heart breaking at this thought. She thought about all the memories she had with her mother; the times she would come from school upset and her mother would cheer her up, going horseback riding with her mother through the country, her mother teaching her how to bake, her mother laughing at her own jokes, her mother lively, her mother happy, her mother selfless, her mother holding her together, her mother.

Marlene cried until her throat was dry from crying so hard. She looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting in the distance. She remembered what her mother used to tell her about sunsets;

"They're like big changes or new beginnings. It may be sad, but that's the way things are Chelsea, when it feels like the end it's really just the beginning of something beautiful."

Marlene finally understood what her mother was trying to tell her and knew she needed a new beginning; starting with her name. Marlene was the name her father picked for her, she thought it was a pretty name but it conjured memories of pain and anguish she'd rather forget. Chelsea, her middle name, was the name her mother preferred to call her when she was alive. And Marlene always liked that name; it made her think of the beach and the shells she would collect with her mother.

There, she thought, I'll be Chelsea now, a happy-go-lucky, funny, friendly, sweet, confident and empathetic person.

The hard part was figuring out how to start being happy… Already, she imagined what her mother would say if she was still there. A form of her mother materialized beside her. She wore her mahogany hair plaited back into a French braid-the same color as Chelsea's hair and wore a sea-foam colored riding jacket-a birthday present from her father when she got married, and her brown leggings with dark leather boots.

"Chin-up Chelsea, I know it's tough love, but you can make it through it. Show everyone the strong girl you are and always remember I love you. If you love me darling, you'll smile for me."

Chelsea grimaced at first but then forced her lips to turn further upwards into a weak smile.

"That's my girl." Her mother added smiling at her daughter and vanished with the shout from outside their bubble of safety.

"GET BACK HERE GREASER! I WANT TO TALK TO YA!"

The teary eyed girl frowned, glanced in the direction of the noise and watched a band of Socs chasing after a greaser boy.

At first, she didn't want to interfere. The guys fought their own battles as well as the girls but it was something in the boy's expression that made her want to help him. He looked so scared, lost and alone and she realized all the emotions clear on his face were what she was feeling. So she acted quickly, wiping the tears from her face and rushing towards the group of Socs who had gathered around the fallen boy.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She cried as loudly and authoritatively as she could, panicking when she saw the flash of a switch blade against the boy's neck.

The Socs seemed to not have heard her until she launched herself at the one holding the switch blade, knocking it out of his grip onto the pavement. She held tight to his back to prevent him from hurting the boy he had pulled the blade on.

"Get the hell off of me you slu-Marlene?" the boy she was on top of cried out once she had jumped off him.

Chelsea's hazel eyes widened when she recognized the curly-haired Soc in front of her.

"What are you doing baby? Why do you care about this load of grease?" he asked calmly kicking the boy on the ground when he said the word 'grease'.

"I am not your baby Randy, and I never was. Now get away from me and leave this poor boy alone you bully!"

His posse had stopped and stared at Marlene the second she dared to knock the blade from his hands. They stood in fear of the angry girl, they knew her father's reputation of no-nonsense and knew he practically owned each and every one of them with the amount of money he had. Everyone feared him and yet tried to cuddle up to him every chance they got. They all knew attacking his only daughter would not put them in a good place for their future and it was for that reason Chelsea had no real friends. Everyone was too terrified to offend her and thus offend her billionaire father who had a reputation of being a tough man who could bring a worker to tears by coffee break.

Rumors around the school were that his daughter was the same way, and judging by the threatening look on her face at the current time-the boys were beginning to believe the rumors.

"Come on Randy, we don't wanna start no trouble. You want this grease Marlene? Then you can have him." One of the boys said as he backed away from the furious girl.

Randy scoffed at her intimidating expression but fell to the peer pressure of backing off with his lackeys and accompanying them back to his car, which was about a block away.

"Lousy assholes…" she muttered as she watched them leave with her hands on her hips.

"Wow! That was amazing!" chirped the boy who was still on the ground. He gazed up at his savior in awe and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"That was nothing, you should see how they act when we're all at school," she shrugged before reaching out a hand to help the boy up, "my name's Marle- I mean Chelsea. Call me Chelsea."

The greaser smiled and took her hand, "I'm Ponyboy." And she pulled him to his feet.

The girl's eyes widened; "That is… the most creative name I've ever heard."

Once Ponyboy was set on his feet he replied; "Yeah well my dad was a creative person."

Chelsea frowned, "Where's your dad now?"

"Heaven," he sighed, "my parents died in a car crash a few months ago."

"I'm so sorry, at least they're in a better place now and you'll see them again someday." She said sympathetically.

"Thanks but I don't need no pity from a Soc." He mumbled while aiming his frustration at kicking a pebble on the ground.

She smiled sadly, "Oh Ponyboy, it's not pity. I lost my mama too, I miss her a lot too but I know she'd want me to get on with my life and make the best of things-I bet your parents would want the same for you."

Ponyboy's green-gray eyes widened in surprise and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks; "Sorry, I didn't know you lost your mom. I just thought you being a Soc and all that-"

"That my life is perfect? Far from it. Socs just pretend to have their lives together. That's why we're supposed to hate greasers. You guys are allowed to show your emotions and you don't have standards to live up to."

He frowned mulling her words over in his head; "I never thought of it that way, but we have standards to live up to, too and you don't see me picking fights with Socs."

"I know. It's completely unfair. I hate them Ponyboy, I really do. I can't stand any Socs; they all judge you before you they even get a chance to know you that's why I don't bother talking to any of them. Anyways, it's getting dark, I'll walk you home."

Ponyboy showed her where he was heading and explained he had just come from a movie at the theatre called Gone With the Wind. He happily admitted he'd seen it three times already and was extremely enthusiastic when he found out she had seen it once and read the book many times.

They both realized how alike they were, despite the fact they were from opposite sides of the neighborhood-they had similar dreams and thoughts. Chelsea loved horses, books, paintings, poems and sunsets. Her favorite subjects were English and History and Ponyboy felt the same way. They both laughed in realization that they were in the same Biology class last semester and didn't even know.

"You were the boy who pulled out his switch blade to dissect a frog right?" she asked laughing and he blushed. "You scared half the class to death, it's because of you I got kicked out of class laughing so hard at those girls sitting near you who nearly wet themselves in fear!"

Ponyboy grinned at hearing this and suddenly felt pleased with himself. He liked this girl. He liked her a lot.

When they got to his house, Chelsea stood in the front yard admiring it.

"This is charming." She smiled. It was smaller than her house but it seemed much more open and friendly. It seemed to say, 'Come on in and stay awhile.' -Real southern hospitality.

Pony shrugged; "It ain't much but it's home."

"Pony! Where you been?" exclaimed an older boy as he ran towards them from across the porch.

Chelsea immediately saw the resemblance between them and deduced that they were brothers by their different stances. The older boy held himself stiffly, like a parent, while Ponyboy carried himself like a boy with his shoulders slouched back.

"I was at the movies," he mumbled.

The older boy shook his head; "No more going out just before dark, you need to be home by sunset from now on-you dig?"

Ponyboy nodded distantly and didn't meet his brother's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I never caught your name." The older boy said politely smiling at Chelsea.

"Oh, I'm Chelsea, I go to school with Ponyboy and I ran into him on his way home and we started talking." She explained lightly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ponyboy look up at her in gratitude.

"That's nice, I'm Darrel Curtis-Ponyboy's older brother. Would you like to come in? It's not everyday we meet Pony's lady friends." He said with a playful grin.

Ponyboy blushed and rolled his eyes; "It's not like that Darry. She's just a friend."

Chelsea looked out to the horizon and thought about what her father had said. She didn't want to come back yet and be in the house with all those strangers who only came to be close to her father. She looked back at the smirking elder Curtis and smiled politely.

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"It's no imposition miss, really. I just have a few friends over and really, the more the merrier."

Chelsea shrugged; " Alright then, I'd love to come in."

They led her into the house and from beside her she heard Ponyboy whisper; "Thanks for covering for me, I'd be screwed if you told him about me getting jumped."

"No problem," she replied and as they walked into the living room she met four pairs of eyes gawking at her.

"Umm, hi?" she said meekly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Ponyboy and Darry were not the only great looking guys in this town.

There was a chorus of comments from three of the boys who shouted out phrases and questions rapidly managing to confuse Chelsea.

"Are you Marlene Young?"

"Why is there a Soc in the house Darry?"

"Is she a spy from the other side of town?"

"Y'all are out of chocolate cake."

Ponyboy, noticing the girl's anxiousness took her arm and pulled her into the kitchen while Darry went on to explain that Chelsea was just a friend of Ponyboy's and she seemed like a nice enough girl.

"Sorry about that," Ponyboy said as he opened up an icebox and produced a large chocolate cake, "the guys can be crazy but they're like family once you get to know them-honest."

Chelsea nodded and leant against the counter where he was cutting up the frozen cake.

"So you're friends with all of them?" she asked hoping he would introduce them to her.

"Yep," he answered, popping the p. He looked up at her and gestured at the black-haired shy boy sitting on the couch.

"That's Johnny Cade, he's one of my best friends. Sixteen years old and the shyest person you'll ever meet. He's like one of those puppies with sad eyes that get beaten by its owner."

She examined Johnny carefully from his greased back hair to the scar on his cheek. Ponyboy's description was true; when she looked at this boy she saw a terrified puppy that needed a home and a hug.

"That boy beside him is Dally Winston-toughest kid you'll ever meet. He was put in the slammer when he was ten and has been in and out ever since," Pony continued, "be careful around him, he's dangerous when he wants to be."

Chelsea noted the boy's steely expression and ill-humored face, just by looks she could tell he was not the type you'd see wasting his time in school. Dally looked up, catching her staring and she looked away feeling worried.

Ponyboy continued his description of each boy ending on the one named Two-Bit who wouldn't stop laughing and talking to the other boys.

"Is that why he's called Two-Bit? Because he talks so much?"

Her new friend just laughed.

He offered her a slice of cake and she took one happily before accompanying him in bringing the cake into the living room.

The boys trampled each other to grab a slice of cake-all except Two-Bit who-although Chelsea hadn't seen him take a slice-magically had one in his hand during the scuffle.

"Chelsea? I thought you're name was Marlene, Marlene Young?" he said between mouthfuls of the delicious cake.

She smiled; "My first name is Marlene but I prefer Chelsea."

He frowned; "What kind of a name is Chelsea?"

"What kind of a name is Two-Bit?" she retorted coolly.

The other boys snickered and Two-Bit smirked; "Alright, I'll give you that, but how'd you get the name Chelsea?"

"It's my middle name," she explained before taking a bite of her cake piece "or rather, one of my middle names. My full name is Marlene Isabella Chelsea Katherine Evans-Young."

Two-Bit paused for a moment and his eyes moved back and forth like he was thinking hard about something. He grinned triumphantly a few moments later and exclaimed; "Your initials spell MICKEY! Hahahahaha! I'm gonna call you Mickey Mouse from now on."

She laughed in amusement at this fact.

"M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!" He sang and everyone rolled their eyes and smiled.

He continued singing the theme for a good few minutes until Dally, who was sitting beside him, couldn't take another verse of the song and slugged him hard on the arm.

"What was that for?" Two-Bit muttered angrily rubbing his arm.

"For you to shut the fuck up-that's what it was for." He replied in a half-joking, half-serious way.

Two-Bit smirked; "What, I thought y'all loved Mickey."

"We do, just not when you sing the theme song over and over." Countered Steve, who was sitting alone on the armchair nearest to Chelsea.

He turned to her and flashed a dazzling smile, "Name's Randall, Steve Randall."

"Nice to meet you," she nodded at him before tilting her head in puzzlement.

"You don't happen to be dating an Evie Winters are you?"

Steve laughed; "Actually yes, I am. Why?"

"I thought you looked familiar! She was in my home economics class and we became friends. I remember once she came into class crying about how her boyfriend got hauled into the police station. She was really worried… I remember one day she ditched class to hang out with you and she showed me a picture of the two of you together."

He smiled; "That's my girl, she's a real sweetheart. Now that you've said that I think I remember her saying something about you-that you're nicer than everyone thinks you are."

"She's real nice, a good friend." One of my only friends, Chelsea thought.

"Steve?" chirped in Ponyboy, "is Soda working late tonight?"

Steve rolled his eyes annoyed; "Ya think? It's almost nine and he isn't here yet."

Ponyboy shrunk a little in his seat and Steve felt sympathy for the boy. "He'll be home around eleven if that helps."

Pony smiled, turned to Chelsea and told her all about Sodapop. How reckless, funny and understanding he was, and how he could make someone laugh with just a flash of his smile. Chelsea smiled at Ponyboy's words, it was clear he looked up to his brother and his brother cared a hell of a lot about him too. She thought this Sodapop boy-whoever he was-sounded like a real gentlemen and just from the stories Ponyboy told her about his brother-Chelsea could tell she liked him.

The night continued with jokes and laughter after Chelsea realized Dallas Winston had been the one to rear-end her father's limousine and gave her father a panic attack.

"That was hilarious! You should have seen the look on his face when he saw you driving away! 'FITLHY GREASERS! I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!'"

Dally snickered; "You weren't mad about the limousine getting smashed?"

Chelsea snorted; "Of course not, I hated that thing-it's like riding in a hearse. I like my mother's mustang better."

"Mustangs are tuff," said Johnny Cade with a shy smile, "What kind is it?"

"1964 Ford Mustang. You know that James Bond film-Gold finger? My mom is a big fan and we won an auction for the same model as it."

Johnny's brown-black eyes widened in wonder and they began discussing cars with everyone talking about

At around ten, everyone started heading home, Two-Bit chanting the Mickey Mouse Club theme song, and Steve asking Chelsea to come by the DX sometime to talk cars with him.

"I'd better head home," Chelsea sighed hoping by the time she got there those people would have left her house and she could sneak into bed.

She started to the door but was stopped by Dallas. "Where d'you think you're going?"

"Home," she replied annoyed as she continued trying to get past him.

"At this time of night? You're gonna get jumped or worse. Johnny, Ponyboy and I will walk you home won't we?"

Johnny hopped off the couch and nodded enthusiastically before walking over to where they were standing in front of the door.

"You coming Pony?" asked Johnny with a small smile.

Ponyboy looked pleadingly at Darry who sighed and placed a hand on his youngest brother's shoulder; "Alright but you stay with Dally and Johnny. If I find out you've been wandering off you won't be allowed to go to another movie for as long as you live-ya dig?"

Ponyboy groaned; "Yes Darry, I get it. And can you let go of my arm, you're hurting me."

Darry moved his arm away as if it was on fire and sent them off. "Chelsea? Feel free to come by whenever you'd like. Our door is always open if you need a place to crash or need someone to talk to."

She smiled; "Thanks Darry, and thanks for having me over."

He told her that it was no problem and she headed out with the boys. The walk to Chelsea's house was about a half hour but it felt longer with the freezing cold. She huddled herself closer to Ponyboy and Johnny who were standing on either side of her. She didn't understand it but boys seemed to radiate heat, they were always warm and Chelsea was grateful for that at the moment.

Ponyboy told her more stories about Sodapop and how he felt as if Darry didn't understand him. She listened to him and tried to get Pony to see how lucky he was that he had an older sibling who cared about him but he dismissed it.

When they reached Chelsea's home-the gated entryway the boys gazed at her home in awe. It was the size of three of Ponyboy's houses put together and had a beautiful garden and large land plot.

"It looks like a countryside mansion." Ponyboy breathed and Chelsea smiled bitterly.

More like a countryside prison, she thought as she remembered the horrors, which had occurred behind those beautiful brick walls.

"Fuck! I don't have my key." She cursed angrily as she stared at the gate in front of her.

Dally, impressed by her cursing, pulled out a Swiss army knife from his leather jacket pocket.

"Allow me," he said in mock sincerity as he picked the lock until the gate gave a shudder and opened.

"Thanks but I'm already over." She replied sheepishly.

Dallas looked up in astonishment as Chelsea leapt down from the top of the fence-she'd climbed over herself!

He stood there slack-jawed making Ponyboy and Johnny laugh softly at his expression.

"You ain't half bad-for a girl Soc that is." He smirked crossing his arms.

Chelsea raised her eyebrows; "And you ain't half-bad either, Greaser." She copied him by crossing her arms.

Dallas cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled; "I like this broad." He said turning to Ponyboy and Johnny who smiled back in agreement.

She smiled; "I'll see you guys around," she said waving farewell, re-locking her gate and going inside.

"Ponyboy, hold on to this girl, or I might just have to steal her from you." Dallas said clapping the younger boy on the back as they headed back to the Curtis home.

Chelsea slammed the door behind her as she entered her home. Luckily, it was empty so she wasn't forced to socialize with those… money-grubbing suck-ups. She walked into the living room and stumbled upon her father fast asleep on the couch, fully dressed, cuddling a whiskey bottle against his chest.

She stared at him and felt sixteen years worth of anger consuming her. Her father was not the man he pretended to be for the media. He wasn't a down-to-earth, average American; he was a first-rate jackass, an alcoholic and abusive parent.

When he was upset he would drink until he passed out and at a certain point, his anger wouldn't drown in his drink fast enough and he'd seek out Chelsea and beat her. Every time she heard him call out; "MARLENE!" she knew she was going to get beaten. She could try to run and hide but he always found her, always. He'd drag her away from whatever she was doing and yell at her until she couldn't take anymore of it and she'd snap-twitch, wince, yell back, try to escape and he'd beat her until she wished she could just pass out from the pain. Then he would leave, as quickly as he came-leaving his bruised and broken daughter half-dead, bleeding out. That was when her mother would come in, she'd pick Chelsea up from the ground and hold her, and she'd reassure her that her father loved her but he had a hard time expressing it. She'd then let her watch cartoons and eat cookies while she tended her wounds. It was lucky Vanessa was a qualified nurse or there would be many embarrassing hospital trips. It was also fortunate Chelsea had learned how to cover up the cuts and bruises so no one would notice.

Chelsea didn't know what she'd do without her mother there to help her and she felt faint. She was the woman of the house now and she had responsibilities to take care of. She took off her father's shoes, covered him with a nearby blanket, tilted him onto his side so he wouldn't choke to death on his own vomit-and wrench the empty whiskey bottles away-the same way her mother had always done before her.

Chelsea threw them into the garbage bag; she heard the satisfying crack of broken glass and smiled. She then headed upstairs to her bedroom to get to sleep. That night, she wasn't crying herself to sleep like she had every night since her mother died a month ago-she looked out the window to the starry night sky and spoke to one of the stars. She had believed since she was a child that when a person died they became a star in the sky.

"I miss you Mom, but I'm going to be okay-for you. I'm going to live my life for you because I love you Mom. Thank you for sending me Ponyboy."

And for the first time in years, Marlene-now Chelsea fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

A/N: So? What did you guys think? Please leave a review below and I'll try to reply to them as best I can. Also-there may be references in here to songs or items that didn't exist during their era-because I believe S.E. Hinton set in around 1967 but thanks to the movie, a lot of 80's references will show up so just trust me on this. Please leave a review! Give me critic (constructive please-I do have feelings), praise or advice. Thank you! I hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading! :D