AN: Okay, so I'm back after one day. I've decided to go back to The whole snippets idea, so it is technically a story with a proper plotline, but you won't have an idea about how much time has passed between each chapter – I might add a little 'one week later' thing at the top if anyone thinks it would make the fic better. I guess if you really want to you don't have to read I Will Always Need My Cyanide to get the gist of it, but it is highly recommended to do so. Sorry if this chapter is too short – I just really wanted to get it started – this chapter's a bit more light-hearted. Anyway, R&R please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tracy Beaker or any of its spinoffs.

Young hearts run free,
Never be hung up, hung up like my man and me.
-Candi Staton (Young hearts)

Cyanide Is A Strong Word – After the 831er

That day was still regarded as a time in which their futures would be moulded from – Though the times before that day were never discussed – not in fully. Too painful, they were. For Johnny, it marked the most darkest times in his life and for Elektra it marked the time when she most spiteful. From those days, they'd learnt that even trying to have 'friends' who you would never admit to being 'friends', to have secrets in a place like Elm Tree House was a certain death wish to which they would not like to have to incur again. Maturity had seemed to taken a hold of them and wrap itself around their lithe figures, everyone may have seen the changes, no one had noted them down, had really taken to much notice of them – not to breach the subject or even just taken the time to wonder why that occurred. You'd think it sad, them just being swept under the carpet, but they were used to it, from everyone and from one another – now they're swept under the carpet together.

They may have matured on the sly, but they still knew how to wind each other up;

Carmen had permanently pestered everyone about if anyone had caught their eyes lately. The boys had all told her to 'Get real' and had then shuffled off as quickly as can be possible away from further interrogation. Lily and Tee had gossiped with her, Faith had said it was none of her business, winked and then went off for a run and Elektra had tried to get away, but to no avail. "Aww, come on!" Carmen had pleaded her eyes like puppies. Like a puppy I could kick, that flashed across Elektra's mind. She bit back a laugh. She still persisted and Elektra was now getting extremely frustrated, And to top it all off, Johnny was smiling at her – he wanted to burst with laughter and she wanted to slap him…"Oh kay, okay." Elektra said, annoyed. Casting a look at Johnny, she saw his eyes go wide – Seriously, Johnnie she thought to herself as she quirked an eyebrow. "You know…Hastings, Jake Hastings? …isn't he like a total hottie!" She fought to hold back a laugh once she'd seen Johnny's face.
Something to wind him up with later, she thought to herself.

Yep, they were still kids at heart.

AN: Okay, for some reason I decided to quote High School Musical, but hey like, in 2007, it was all the rave...and I was little, like 10 – that's my defence for using it. And I don't condone hitting puppies; it just came to my mind as I wrote that line.