"Ava, your time's up!" My little sister yelled, entering our shared office.

"Just a few minutes, I'm playing that matchmaking game off of Youtube!" I yelled, watching as Claire rolled her eyes in response.

She took her whiny butt to Mom and Dad to complain about me.

"Door three, door three!" I blurted out in my excitement.

This time I'd get Alphonse Elric; I just knew it!

'Behind door number three is Gluttony; don't you feel lucky, ladies?' The screen announced, making me groan.

Was that a trick question?

Stupid internet.

The office began to shake, knocking down my anime, manga, and swim team trophies.

I arrived in a fancy hall with a tuxedo clad man.

"Hello, Ava." He announced; that was definately freaky. I had never met this annoying man before, and yes, he didn't have to say more than my name to annoy me.

Did Claire spike my water to steal my internet time again?

That always succeeded in knocking me out, and giving me wierd dreams.

This definately topped my list of my wierdest dreams.

"Ava, you have been given the chance of a lifetime to date Gluttony the humunculus!" He announced, cheerfully.

I longed to call him an idiot, but held the insult in.

He was just a screwed up fictional character of mine, after all.

"Show up here at nine o' clock on Friday for your prize date." He announced.

I came back to my senses, and found that I was still on the damn computer.

I didn't have a hangover, and my sister was still blubbering about my idiocy.

I got up, and marched to my room to sleep the wierdness away.

"You're up!" I shouted at my sister, who took that cue to gush about Justin Bieber, my bad it was Harry Styles now.

Friday seemed normal enough.

I woke up, dressed for school, and ate my mom's burnt breakfast.

My dad drove my sister and me to school while my sister blared One Direction.

I played Brothers by Vic Mignogna to drown out that awful pop music, and Claire complained that I only listened to one song.

I surely flunked all my classes for the day, because I drew Alphonse Elric over all my school work.

My sister walked over to the high school from the junior high to wait to get picked up with me, all the while talking about the awesomeness of Harry Styles.

Mom picked us up, already complaining of the vileness of her boss.

I felt compelled to get dressed up like a princess when we got home; I hated dressing up with a passion. I'm sure that it's a mutual hatred.

Claire stole the computer to look up stuff on the stupid crush of hers on that Harry guy.

I finished my dressing up in a dark blue dress with large, gold buttons going down from my collar to my navel. The dress was a little old fashioned, but it looked good on me. My dark brown hair was curled, and sank down a little past my chest. I wore dark brown button up boots as well. I wore make up that darkened my already dark green eyes to an almost midnight black color.

The room shook like the office had yesterday, and I appeared in front of that crazy host guy again.

He took my arm in his, and whispered, "We are not to blame for any consequences resulting from this date."

That one sentence dashed my hopes of suing his sorry ass.

"Bastard." I muttered.

"Don't talk that way around your lucky guy." He commanded.

I had always known that Gluttony ate a lot, but I didn't know that he was a penny pincher. (Lust never gave Gluttony any money.)

It made me sort of feel sorry for the fat humunculus, you know?

I stopped feeling sorry for him when he felt like the gourmet dinner wasn't enough, and he decided to eat me.

Doesn't it give you butterflies when your date eats you? Not.

I would now spend all eternity in his fake portal stomach. Joy!