note: huh, to whom reads this: hey! thanks for dropping by. didn't expect anyone to come around. for now, it should be safe in the T-rating, for language, of course

. . .oh and i don't own any 'Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt' characters. . .

Left to right then left again and back to right.

He watched his personal angel pacing across the room.

"No, no, NO!" The tall, blond beauty tossed a blue dress to the floor then she dove into a small room stuffed with clothes. "Urgh! There is nothing in this closet! NOTHING! I have nothing to wear!"

"I like this one." He held up a pink dress. It would enhance her pretty blue eyes and compliment her pale skin very nicely.

"I can't wear that! I wore it to the other party, remember? That one hot guy tore it at the edge when he was taking it off me. He was so cute and he fucked like," she sighed, reminiscing about one of her many conquests.

A knot in his stomach tightened. "Panty... you don't have to go to this party. You could stay and we can watch a movie or something."

"You know I can't do that, geek boy. I am the v.i.p. They begged me to come so I decided to go, plus I made them do certain favors in return." Panty dug through more clothing in her closet, tossing out the ones she didn't approve of. "Now help me find something pretty."

He stood up from her bed to help her look. There was no use trying to convince Panty to do something when she was so stubborn.

He had long ago resigned himself to his role in Panty's life: her lap dog.

She was the popular, beautiful queen of the school while he was the nerdiest loser there was. She was the sexy love goddess who bedded a different guy every night while he hadn't even received his first kiss yet. There couldn't exist any type of relationship between them, heck, they shouldn't even be friends but she was nice enough to not mind being seen near him. He was forever grateful that the girl he loved wasn't like the usual pretty-girls who snickered at him when he passed by.

Because he did honestly love her, even if she just kept him around to do the things she needed.

"Hey, how about this one?" He held up a dress he had never seen her wear before. It was a familiar green color. Was it the same color as Chuck, Panty's weird dog-like thing? No, it wasn't as neon bright. Maybe it was the color of his eyes. He had green eyes right?

Heh, with all the hair in my face I don't remember anymore.

"That's it! I'll wear that one! Thanks, Brief!" She squealed and jumped up to give him a friendly peck on the cheek as she yanked the pretty dress from his grasp. Without a care for the male in the room, she quickly slid out of her shorts and tank top and pulled on the dress.

He didn't mind, either. She undressed herself in front of him constantly, so much that his past reaction of lust faded to admiration. Although, he did please himself to images of her semi-nude body every once in a while.

Once it was on, she ran to the full length mirror. "It's gorgeous! I'm gorgeous." She gave herself a wink. "What do you think?"

You're beautiful. "I- I think it's pretty."

A knock come from the door. "Panty! There's some guy waiting for you downstairs." It was Stocking, Panty's gothic sister.

"That's my ride." She fluffed her hair before running out of her bedroom door. She nearly opened the door in Stocking's face. "See you later, Brief! Stocking! I'm off to go have lots and lots of hot fun!" And she disappeared down the stairs.

Stocking stood by the door looking at him with pity-filled eyes, as if she knew why he looked so crestfallen. Of course, she would know about how he felt for her sister. Stocking could see through any of his stupidities. She had those sneaky hawk eyes. "Hey Brief. I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah." His shoulders fell. Was he that obvious in his infatuation with Panty? Or was Stocking just observant?

"Want to watch a movie? I bought a big cake and it's too much for me alone."

If Panty refused to do things with him, perhaps Stocking could be nice company. "Okay," he replied. "You sure you want to share your cake with me?"

"No," Stocking said as they walked down the stairs, "it was just the polite thing to say. But we do have some vegetables in the fridge if you get hungry."

He grinned. As if Stocking would share her sweets out of the good of her heart.

crap, i didn't mean for it to be so sappy. i was going for more vulgar and such
ps. these guys are relatively normal so no angel fighting ghosts stuff
unless i change my mind, which can happen

as always, excuse any mistakes