Hey there :D This is my second attemption at the iPod Shuffle Challenge for Chordie, a whole year later with MUCH better writing skills. And I trrriiieeeddd my hardest to do the proper time limits at the beginning, but by the third one I was a goner, so please, don't take offence in my cheating and hate me. Also, I need to point out that there's like a million of these things out on the archive now! Good job everyone! I love everyone and anyone that writes for my favorite ship!

Now let me shove up my Teddy Duchamp glasses (seriously, I got new ones in February and look just like his and I love them more than life itself) and get to it.

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1. Decode by Paramore

Out in the woods, he felt safe, in an odd sort of way. There was no one that knew him, nothing being held against him- there was silence and anonimitity. Living in a small town tended to put pressure on people who were unliked within the small, suffocating walls, but out in the forest there were no walls and no guidelines. It just was.

And Chris found it to be wonderfully theroputic after episodes with his dad, because after all of the screaming and fighting and crying, there was quietness and room to think without someone hovering over your shoulder. He wasn't always looking behind him because his back was to a tall, old oak tree and nothing could sneak up on him.

It kind of also helped because a certain brunette has his head in Chris' lap, and was reading a book while the sitting boy idly stroked his hands through the soft locks of his hair. They didn't say anything, but didn't need to, anyway. Their closeness was enough.

2. Hello Beautiful by The Jonas Brothers (omf I can feel you all judging me right now)

Laying side by side in the cool July grass, Gordie's head on Chris' shoulder and their fingers tangled together, they observed the night sky with half interest. They were camping out in a special spot they'd found at the beginning of summer, a ways away from the bordering of Castle Rock, and it couldn't be less perfect. Yes, stargazing was absolutely cliche, and they both knew it, but Gordie lived for cliche moments that came with his knack of writing, and Chris did whatever made him happy.

Gordie was rattling off constilations, and he was so focased on the pattern of the stars that he didn't even notice that Chris wasn't listening to him at all. Well, he was, but mostly it was just the comfort he found in Gordie's voice that he was listening to, not the actual words coming out of his mouth.

And instead of tuning in on smaller one's lesson, Chris stared at him and the glow hovering around him from a combination of the moon and the fire burning besides them. He wasn't interested in memorizing stars, but Gordie was another thing entirely.

And my, was he beautiful.

3. Ghost Town by Shiney Toy Guns

Leaving Castle Rock would have been sad for most people- if they left at all, that is. For the souls who liked the small town, it was their home, and all they'd ever known lay on the inside of the gate entrance.

But for Gordie and Chris, getting out of Castle Rock was the best day of their entire lives. They had heard many a time that "There's no place like home," but they didn't actually belong in the town. Whether it was because their parents hated them or because they felt out of place amungst the perfectly happy, heterosexual people, they didn't know, and didn't care to. The town was full of nothing but demons and ghosts, and they would be damned if anything kept them there.

"Goodbye, Castle Rock!" Chris shouted out of the window of his pick-up truck.

Gordie laughed, throwing his head back like a child. "And good ridance."

They had just passed the town limits, a sign pleading for them to "Come again" that was about as grimey as the pond in the local farmer's backyard making them snicker even more. They'd only been driving for around twenty minuets, but in the short amount of time, both boys felt their entire lives flash before them and neither were sorry to be leaving their lives behind what so ever.

Pulling up to a stop sign, Chris stopped the car obidiently and looked over at his boyfriend. Gordie caught his stare and returned it, smiling and feeling absolutely weightless.

"What?" he giggled.

Chris returned his smile with a chuckle. "Well, now they we're out of that God forsaken town, I can do this freely."

Gordie looked cutely confused for all of about five seconds, mouth open to ask the blonde what exactly it was that he was talking about, but suddenly his parted lips were covered by the other's, and he understood perfectly well.

"If only we could've gotten out sooner." he remarked once they seperated.

"If we had gotten out sooner, I can only imagine what we would've done."

"Well now we have plenty of time to catch up."

Gordie thought that Chris' foot was going to stomp right through the gas pedal the minute the suggestion left his mouth.

4. Who We Are by Ryan Calhoun

"I wish you wouldn't do that."

Chris looked over at Gordie, partly in question and partly in surprise.

"Do what, Gord?"

"Hate yourself."

Gordie said this quietly, and Chris knew that the thought was written all over his face. And it made him even more upset and angry with himself, because he knew that when he let his mind travel in the direction that it was in right now, it physically pained Gordie.

He looked back out of the window in Gordie's bedroom, sighing out through his nose. He'd been friends with Gordie for twelve years, in love with him for five, and with him for two; he should have known better than to think about his self-loathment so noticably around Gordie, when the other boy could read him better than he could read himself.

"I can't help it." he admitted. "I'm just mad at myself. All the time."

"I know." And then Gordie was next to him, arms touching, and Chris noted his liking for the comfort and warmth the skin contact brought him. "I just don't understand why, Chris."

The blue-eyed boy shrugged. "I just am. I mean, how could I be okay with myself? I'm terrible at school, my parents hate me, I-I even forced myself on you those two years ago, and have put you through so much agony in this relationship. I hate myself, Gordie, every second of every minute of every day, and that's just how it is."

"Chris, would you please look at me and stop pretending to take intrest in those goddamn birds for a second, please?"

Gordie didn't sound mad, really, but Chris knew that this was just the brunette's tactic of getting him to cooperate without feeling pressured. Gordie's blood was boiling with irritation and frustration underneath his permenantly-seeming tanned skin, sure, but he never let it show.

Almost reluctantly, Chris turned his gaze from the fading sun and over to his boyfriend, eyebrows creased together slightly.

"You didn't "force" yourself onto me, Chris," Gordie said solidly. "I wanted you, too- the whole thing wasn't biased and I didn't and still don't feel obligated to be with you. I'm with you because I want to be, okay?"

Chris nodded silently.

"And Jesus, do I wish you wouldn't let your dad control you as much as he does. You're almost an adult, so close to getting out, but you're holding back because you're afraid of what he'll think or say. His opinion doesn't matter, Chris. He's a loser who drinks and wonders all day, every day, what exactly he did wrong in life and why he's stuck where he is."

Placing a hand on Chris' shoulder, Gordie squeezed it tightly, and the taller of the two relaxed almost at once.

"You're your own person. Nothing that he says, or teachers say, or even I say should matter to you because you're a fucking independent organism and a damn good one. All we have is who we are, Chris, and as long as you make sure that the person you are is a good one, that's all that matters." Grinning at him, Gordie inched closer, a compulsion to be closer to his boyfriend pulling him in towards the other boy. "And I think you're the greatest person I've ever met. Not because you're the smartest, or the wisest, or the bravest, or even the most attractive. But because you're my best friend and I think your sincerity and general optimism is what makes you a good person. And pep-talk aside, I need to be honest and say right now that even though it doesn't judge your character, you are, indeed, the most good-looking person I've seen."

Chuckling, a familiar warmth filling him up from the core, Chris pulled Gordie all the way against him and held him close, feeling whole when the younger tucked into him; head in the crook of his neck, arms locked around his middle, and warmth radiating from him, Chris felt like melding into him and never coming back out.

"I could say the same thing." Chris said quietly, referring to Gordie's comment on his good looks. He paused for a moment, just soaking up the feeling of their intimate proximity, before turning his head in order to bury his nose in Gordie's sweet smelling hair and inhaling his familiar scent.

"Thank you." he murmured.

"I say what I mean."

"I do, too." Chris smiled. "And I love you, Gordie."

Gordie tightening his hold. "I love you, too."

5. If Eyes Could Speak by Devon Werkheiser

Sometimes when Chris wanted to tell Gordie that he loved him, his emotions wouldn't allow him to. Because his love for the shorter boy would consume him like a fire in an Arizonion forest, and the expansion of his heart would close his throat off and he could hardly squeak, much less string words together.

So when he found himself in the position of where he wanted to say something to Gordie but couldn't, he would just stare at the other until he got the message.

More than once it had taken Gordie a good five minutes to figure out why the blonde was openly gawking at him, his nerves pinched in wonder. He'd look over at Chris with raised eyebrows, but he wouldn't stop staring at him, so Gordie would sigh and go back to whatever it was that he was doing.

But Chris still wouldn't look away, and Gordie would face him again and ask him what in the world he found so facinating about the younger that caused him to gape at him for minutes on end. Chris would lick his lips and attempt to say something, but all that came out was a scratchy woosh of air, and Gordie would wait patiently, until Chris just shrugged and gestured to his neck with his hands. And then Gordie would understand what Chris' staring was for, and he would grin and return the declaration of love before giving Chris a kiss.

And when Chris could manage his body to let him say the words out loud, it made Gordie feel all the better.

6. Heart Attack by One Direction

For what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour, Chris thought about how fucking annoying math homework was. Numbers sucked, equations sucked, proofs sucked, even the whole damn concept of geometry sucked. He could care less about the area of a triangle or whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing- none of it would really matter later off in life, despite what his math teacher said. You needed it if you were renovating your house? That was what a carpender was for. You needed it to figure out distance? That was what a map was for.

Chris wanted to be watching TV instead of doing the school work, but Gordie had made him do it that night to get it out of the way. Chris had protested that it was the weekend, and he could just do it Sunday, but Gordie went on about how he would forget all of the information in two day's time and would be even more stuck than he was now.

Cursing the brunette internally, Chris wished that he could just hurry the hell up in the shower and help him out. While Gordie was off relaxing under some hot water and being unworried about his homework, which was already done, Chris was sitting on his bed, nibbling on a thumb nail and recalculating the same triangle he had been for the past ten minutes. He knew that without Gordie's help, he would never figure out the answer, and wondered again when he would finish showering.

"Stop biting your nails." someone said, making Chris jump.

Gordie had silently opened his door and slipped inside of the room, catching Chris in the act of chewing his cuticles and looking ready to strangle a pillow. He had effectively scared the blonde half to death, and he noted so with a chuckle as he closed the door, watching as Chris' hand dropped from his mouth obidiantly.

"Well, shit, nothing like making someone jump through the celing." Chris said sarcastically, frowning at his boyfriend.

Gordie just laughed and shuffled to his dresser, his legs partcially restrained.

Chris took in for the first time that Gordie was in nothing but a fluffy white towel, and momentarily his brain shut down, taking his grumpiness and irritation away along with all of his coherent thoughts. His chestnut hair was still soaking wet, as was his skin, and it stuck up in funny angles like spikes and dripped water onto the floor. He looked paler than normal, and the blonde noticed that he was shivering, his entire body shaking as he rummaged around for some decent winter clothing.

All in all, Gordie LaChance looked like a drowned sewer rat, but he was still the most wonderful looking person Chris had ever seen, and with his heart racing at the near nakedness of his significant other, he thought that he was going to go into cardiac arrest.

"Chris?"

Chris looked to his face silently to find Gordie fighting back a smile, and he raised a translucent eyebrow in question.

"Can you, uh, look away? I'd like to get dressed without an audience. Do your homework or something for a second."

Looking down at his math, blushing, Chris tried to calm down his raging hormones and scolded himself for acting like a peeping tom.

"S hard doing my homework with you in the room." he mumbled, moving to draw a kite in one of the three hole punches.

"Because I'm not wearing clothes?" Gordie asked in amusement as he pulled on a pair jeans.

"Because you're Gordie." Chris clarified quietly. "And I'm in love with you."

Gordie said nothing, pausing with only his arms in his shirt, and he stared at the bowed crown of Chris' head. And Chris let it stay silent, admiring his kite as he added lop-sidded bows to the tail.

Gordie was able to move again seconds later, though, and with a soft smile on his face, he pulled the shirt on the all the way and made his way over to a still eye contact-avoiding Chris.

Chris was surprised when the younger pulled his homework right out of his lap, and looking up, he found Gordie standing in front of him and throwing the confounded problems to the ground.

"Gordie?"

"Christ, man, the math can wait until tomorrow." was all Gordie said in responce before climbing onto Chris and placing a very deep, dizzying kiss on his parted mouth. Chris was all-around confused by the other's actions, but he didn't complain, and instead held Gordie closer by sliding his arms around his hips and pulling him closer. Gordie was both freezing and on fire, his warm hands threaded into Chris' hair, and the the whole thing was making Chris' brain go fuzzy.

"I thought you wanted me to do my homework tonight, though." he said without thinking once they pulled away, blinking up at the brunette.

Gordie shrugged. "Well, I changed my mind."

"Why?" though Chris could care less.

"Because it's Friday night, and I've been dying to touch you all day, and my parents are gone for the weekend, and you're Chris and I'm in love with you, too."

Gordie said this very fast, but Chris caught it all, and was warmed by the words. And if possible, he fell even more in love with his best friend.

"You might need another shower when we're done." he advised Gordie, kissing his nose.

Gordie laughed.

"We can take one together."

(Sorry, I just random-assedly switched tenses, but went back through and fixed it. I think taking a break was kind of a bad idea.)

6. Drunk On You by Luke Bryan

Sitting together on the tailgate of Chris' truck, the pairing both held beer bottles in their hands and chattered away, Gordie taking small swigs and Chris hardly remembering that he had any alcohol on him. They were talking aimlessly, just as they usually did, and enjoying how abnormally cool the July night was. They'd even made a fire a few feet away with branches and other thing they'd found, and it had turned out to be a pretty good summer's night.

Humming along to the catchy love song playing from Chris' radio, Gordie looked up at his boyfriend and noticed for the first time that Chris wasn't even aware that he had a beer in his hand.

"Chris, you okay?"

Chris looked over at Gordie from the fire, and crinkled up his forehead.

"Yeah, Gord, I'm fine. Why?"

"You haven't touched that drink at all." Gordie pointed out with the head of his bottle. "Just wondering if you're feeling all right."

Chris chuckled, looking down at his beer. "I'm just not in the drinking mood tonight, I guess."

The shorter of the two snickered. "You? Not in the mood for some alcohol? I'm shocked."

"Shut up, Gordie." Chris lightly smacked his side, grinning none the less. "I'm just having a good time and when I drink I tend to forget what happens."

"I didn't know that sitting on a truck and watching the fire crackle was your adventurous cup of tea." Apparently Gordie was determinded to rile him up that night, and Chris wondered vaguely if it was time to take his drink away.

"Well normally this would be like forcing me through chemistry," Chris agreed, ignoring Gordie's pout at a failed attempt to juice him up. "But I'm sitting here with you, so I'm quite occupied."

That shut Gordie up, and he stared back at Chris and waited for him to finish his explination.

"And besides, just being around you tends to intoxicate me, so the beer's kind of unnecissary." Chris smiled his charming, almost smug smile, and set his beer down as if to prove a point.

Gordie, with his heart expanding, grinned and shuffled closer, huddling up against Chris to block out the sudden burst of coldness in the field they were in. Resting his head against Chris' shoulder, he sighed, and Chris gently took his drink away so that it wouldn't spill over them.

"Christopher Chambers, you're officially a sap."

"I know."

7. What If This Storm Ends by Snow Patrol (and I just realized that this might not make any sense, so pretend the boys are at college in New York and Gordie meets Lisa in a college class)

"Tell me again why we agreed to do this?"

"Stop being rude, Chris. She's a friend of mine from Brit Lit."

Gordie and Chris were situated in a pew with around ten other people, wearing suits and ties and feeling extremely uncomfortable. Gordie's friend, Lisa, was getting married to her fiance, Tim, and had asked Gordie to come to the wedding. She'd encouraged him to bring Chris as his date, though they both knew that there would be people who didn't agree with it, and Gordie hadn't been able to turn her down. And with a lot of begging and pleading, Chris had finally agreed to accompany Gordie, even if it meant he had to adorn a monkey suit for nearly ten hours.

"I never understood the point of having a class for British Literature." Chris muttered out of the side of his mouth, trying to stealthfully engage in a conversation with his boyfriend without getting thrown from the cerimony. "Why not just have an American Literature class period? That's where we live."

"Because Shakespeare wasn't from America, was he, Chris? Nor was Edgar Allen Poe, or Charles Dickens. People from Europe had important impressions on Literature, too."

"The only thing you learn from Shakespeare is how to write some really depressing shit." Chris rolled his eyes.

"And the meaning of existance." Gordie defended. "You know, like in Hamlet? 'To be, or not to be.' Hamlet questions the meaning of life and leads us to figure out what's worth living for."

"Really? Because Romeo and Juliet found it worthwhile living for each other and ended up dying anyway, right?"

Gordie sighed quietly and resisted the urge to launch into a tangent on the brillance of William Shakespeare, both because Chris was stubborn and wouldn't listen to anything he said, and because it was neither the time nor the place to have a heated debate. Lisa would kick his ass if they interupted the bonding of her and her fiance to fight over the meaning of life with his boyfriend.

"What's worth living for you, Gordie?" Chris asked him after a moment of silence.

Gordie looked at Chris from out of the corner of his eye, and was taken aback by the spontanious question. From all of his years of loving Literature, and the past few of loving Shakespeare, Gordie never had asked himself what he fought the hardships of life for.

He heard the preist announce that Tim could kiss Lisa to finish up the wedding cerimony, and as he watched them lean towards each other, Gordie's answer fell from his mouth almost at once.

"You."

Gordie broke out into loving applause with everyone else (even Chris was smiling at the newly weds), but the blonde's attention on Lisa and Tim switched over to his boyfriend when he said the singular word. Gordie looked back at him, hands still clapping, and when he took in Chris' wide, awed expression with his emotional, crystaline blue eyes and lightning strike blonde hair, he smiled sweetly.

"I love you, Gordie." Chris said quietly, dispite having to lean closer to be heard over the still thunderous crowd of on-lookers. "And if we weren't in a church full of Jesus loving Christians, I would kiss you breathless."

"We'll be home in an hour." Gordie pointed out, laughing.

"I can't wait." Chris grinned back, squeezing Gordie's hand.

8. Be Here by Parachute

Chris had been spending a lot of time staring out of the window that afternoon, and Gordie noted this with interest as he looked over at the blonde, undetected, for the hundreth time.

"Is there something on your mind?" Gordie asked him quietly.

Chris didn't look away from the fading sunlight.

"Not really." Chris replied in the same hushed tone of voice. "I'm just thinking about how wonderful it will be when we finally get out of here."

Gordie's worry softened into understanding, and he observed Chris' gentle face without saying anything else. Chris talked often about leaving, and counted down the days until they could. He didn't look bitter, or angry when discussing the topic of fleeing Castle Rock, as most people under his circumstance would; he looked longing, and optimistic, with a small, lingering speckle of sadness, but sometimes Chris looked the most attractive when stuck in this state. Because when thinking about how he had a future and could soon leave behind his demons, it was when Chris looked the most alive.

Moving carefully, so not to gostle the thinking teen more than what was necissary, Gordie lay down beside Chris and curled up next to him, looking out of his bedroom window, too.

"Where should we go first?" Gordie asked him as Chris curled an arm around his side.

Finally Chris looked away from the sun setting from behind a cluster of sycamore trees, and peered down at Gordie, mirroring his small smile.

"Anywhere but here is good enough for me." he answered truthfully.

"But we have to go somewhere, Chris." Gordie insisted. "We can't just hop on a random train and get off in a random city."

"Where do you want to go?" Chris counter-asked.

"Everywhere." Gordie laughed. "Hollywood, Miami, New York City, Vegas- let's go everywhere."

"Whatever you want." Shrugging, the blonde let Gordie's imagination run wild with the places they could venture to. "As long as I'm with you, I'm set for where-ever you take us."

Gordie smiled and tightened his hold on Chris.

"Then let's go home, Chris. Let's pick a place and call it ours."

The elder grinned, his heart bursting at the thought.

"Sounds good to me, Gord-o."

9. Superman by Joe Brooks

Chris picked up an X-Men comic from off of Gordie's floor, where the collection of Marvel was overflowing out from underneath his bed.

"You know, I never understood why you took such a big liking to Wolverine, Gordie." Chris mused out loud, flipping through the colorful pages.

"He's Wolverine." Gordie said simply, shrugging from behind his notebook and scribbling out another line of the story he was working on.

"So?" the blonde pressed. "What's so great about him? He's as hairy as our PE teacher and has tent stakes that shoot out of his knuckles. Whoop-dee-doo."

Gordie looked up from his writing to reply to Chris, and smirked when catching sight of Chris hanging upside down over the side of his bed, flicking through the comic book with a frown on his face.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous, Chris." Gordie teased.

Chris scoffed. "Me? Jealous?" He sat up on Gordie's bed and turned around to face him, an eyebrow cocked with disbelief. "I don't think so."

"I think you're just mad because I think Wolverine is cute." he said lightly, biting on the end of his pen out of habit.

"Wolverine is not that attractive."

"I beg to differ." Gordie laughed, a dreamy look crossing his face. "He's very attractive. Everything about him is attractive, from his hair to his smile to his eyes to those spikes in his hands, just- ugh. Did I mention that he has abs?"

"I have abs." Chris pointed out; he pulled his shirt up to reveal his stomach, and the light hint of muscle peeking out from his mid-section.

Gordie glanced at them. "I know you do. His are just more noticable."

"Gordie, I'm wounded." Chris mocked pain, placing a hand over his chest.

Gordie hummed and scrawled out some more words, pretending not to notice how worked up about the whole thing Chris was becoming.

"If it's his tent stakes that you like, w-well I can get some of those, too."

Gordie looked up again and watched with keen interest as Chris grabbed a few spare pens off of the ground and stuck them in the gaps between his fingers, making a fist with his hand and pushing it in Gordie's direction.

"See? I can have spikes too!"

"Chris, calm down, dude." Gordie laughed. "I just have a crush on him, okay? Is Wolverine real?"

"Well, no-"

"Is he sitting here in my room with me when everyone knows that I have to be alone to write properly? Did I make an exception for him?"

"No."

"Then stop worrying." Putting his notebook on his desk, Gordie stretched out his long legs and crossed the room over to Chris, perching himself in the blonde's lap. "Wolverine is a ficitonal character I like. He's not the guy I'm in love with, all right?"

"Okay." Chris said dumbly, looking up at an amused Gordie.

"Okay."

10. We'll Be A Dream by We The Kings ft. Demi Lovato

Taking in the tree house's interior, all of the posters, leftover memorabilia from their younger years, even the smell of it, Gordie noted with a sad and happy smile that it hadn't changed at all since they were twelve. It was tiny now, since he was nearing six feet instead of five, but it still gave him a sense of comfort and safety as it had when he was younger.

The next afternoon him and Chris were heading off to New York together for college, and the two couldn't bare to leave without one more night in their childhood haven. Their houses held too much pain to think about staying in them for their last known night in Castle Rock, but the treehouse held their happiest memories, and the childhood love friends had for each other at the young age. So they'd gotten some sleeping bags and trucked off to the tree house, and were there now, remembering the old times together and huddling together for warmth.

"Remember that one time when Teddy almost fell from the tree?" Gordie asked Chris.

"As if I could forget the look on his face when he got pulled back up." Chris laughed. "I used to dream about that. But in the dream I just get a couple of his hairs and-"

"Down he goes." Gordie said with him, and the couple laughed together.

"Remember that one time when Vern almost lit his shirt on fire trying to light up?" Chris asked this time.

"Yeah! We had to pour water on him and everything."

The two of them chuckled.

"I think my favorite summer was when we went to find Ray Brower." the shorter blurted out.

"Why?" Chris wrinkled his nose cutely. "I always felt kind of tramuatized by that summer."

"Well, we were kids." Gordie shrugged. "It was our last year of freedom. We had the funniest jokes, the gift of surprise, and we had a lot of fun on that camping trip. Running from Chopper, teasing Vern about shitting himself from fear of the train crushing us, the story around the campfire- all of it. I know that we spent a lot of the time admitting that we hated our lives already, but I kind of loved every damn second of the trip."

"Yeah." Chris nodded, running his hand up and down Gordie's spine. "It was pretty fun afterall, wasn't it?"

"It was." Gordie echoed. "I'm kind of going to miss this."

"Not Castle Rock." Chris sounded relatively shocked.

"No." the brunette laughed. "The treehouse, dumbass."

"Oh." Chris looked around the cramped wooden shack again, and smiled- mostly to himself. "Yeah. I'm gonna miss this place too, and that other shit heap and pussy that helped us build it."

Laughing, Gordie nuzzled Chris' neck and tucked himself in further to his boyfriend's side.

"Them especially. I kind of wish we could all just be kids again."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Just a little. But then I would have to give this," he squeezed Chris' middle tightly for a second, before relaxing once more. "up, and I honestly don't think that I could do it."

"Me neither, Gord-o." Chris kissed his forehead. "I wouldn't give you and this up for anything. Not even the good old days when it was just the four of us against the world."

"Yeah." Gordie said again with a grin on his face. "The memories will do."

A/N: Well, I hope that these were much, much better than my first ones. And sorry that I exceeded the time limit- I just can't help myself anymore :D Until the sun sets over Harlem, lovely people of this ship.