My New Family: Controversial Scare

by 10banjo

The sequel to My New Family written by GalacticDragonfly rated t for adult themes.

1. Controversial Scare

Hey readers what your about to read was not created by me 10banjo but by one of the greatest writers of Fanfiction GalacticDrargonfly who I got apporvol to finish Controversial Scare so the first three chapters are his and I dont own anything. He based it on the original My New Family so read that first

I own nothing

My New Family 2: Controversial Scare

Disclaimer: I own nothing, TAWOG belongs to whomever.

The Sequel, but first, let's start off from where we left off…..

*BOOM*

"Holy Crap, RUN!" Tobias screamed, running from Principal Brown's office door with the Raid club. Smoke slowly puffed out from the bottom of the door as an orange tint shinned on the blurry glass.

"JAMIE! GUMBALL!"

The two kids immediately busted out the door, laughing as they ran down the crowded hallways. All the kids watched them run towards the stairway before Principal Brown popped his head out and glared at the students.

"Where'd they go!" Principal Brown screamed.

The kids stared for a second before everyone screamed, running for any type of exit. Principal Brown sighed anger as he grabbed the fire extinguisher and walked back into his office. He glared at the busted out, blackened cabinet, ablaze no less before he aimed the hose.

'This is idiotic….all I did was suggest a different school!' He thought, cringing as he let loose the white CO2 from the red canister. The fire was minor, so it quickly extinguished. Principal Brown threw the fire extinguisher down before wiping his forehead.

"Man, I gotta love both my Old and New Family!" Gumball laughed, finally reaching the first floor and making a run for the schoolyard. Jamie was right behind him, hearing his comment and blushing before cracking up.

"We love you too Gumball!" Jamie screamed, making Gumball look back at her.

Principal Brown picked up the torched folder which held the records for the 'criminal clubs', or did hold them before they fell out and scattered all over the floor. Principal Brown looked at some before nodding and rubbing his glasses, they had become suddenly blurry. While rubbing them something caught his eye, he quickly looked over at the paper next to his furry feet. It said 'Raid Members & Info.' It was being covered by another burnt piece of paper. His mustache wiggled before he bent down and grabbed the paper, but as the one covering it slid off he realized the other half was scorched.

*Knock Knock*

"What?" He groaned.

Mr. Small popped his head in the doorway. "Problem?" Principal Brown growled at him before walking over with his head hung low and pushed the door. Mr. Small didn't let it close however as he walked in and made a frown, waving his hand around to fan the smell of smoke away.

"I heard a noise, kids were running, I wanted to see if you knew what happened…" Mr. Small stated, staring at the smoking bookshelf and the tired slug. "…..But forgive me, you were the center of attention, huh?" Mr. Small said as Principal Brown grumbled something before picking up his coffee cup.

"Something caught fire?" He asked, looking down.

"The hell do you want!" Principal Brown said, rather loudly. Mr. Small blinked before sighing. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened last night." Principal Brown eyed him as he sipped on some of his coffee.

"I was curious if you were willing to turn over a new lea-"

Principal Brown spat out his coffee; "YUCK!"

"Well I knew you wouldn't be all for it, but you could at least listen to me first." Mr. Small said.

"What are you doing here! Spying for the fucking brats now or what!" He shouted, throwing the coffee to the side. Mr. Small looked in shock at the mess he made on his carpet, and back up at the now furious Principal.

"Mr. Brown, I will not tolerate vulgar languag-"

"You humiliated me in front of the kids!" Principal Brown accused, walking towards his seat.

"….vulgar language on school premises during sessional hours!" Mr. Small shot, staring the furry slug down. Principal Brown didn't bother to stare back however, as he examined the mess.

"I don't want anything to do with anymore clubs, especially Jamie and Gumball." Principal Brown. Mr. Small stood there, analyzing the scene. The smoking blown out cabinet, the burnt papers, the depressed Principal, and…

"Whats this?"

Mr. Small picked up the charred stick of dynamite, or realistically a really powerful firecracker. It was still hot and it was smoking a bit. The cloud man looked at the slug, who had been looking at him. The Principal smirked, "This was the plan, eh?"

"What plan?" Mr. Small asked.

"Gumball, Jamie, the dynamite, that was the plan? It's hilarious I'm glad you did it you bastard!" Principal Brown roared.

"…..No."

Gumball grabbed Jamie's hand and pulled her towards an empty bench in the hallway, even better was that the entire hallway was empty. Gumball looked around for a second before popping his eyebrows at Jamie. The grey girl stared at him for a second before cocking a brow.

"Shouldn't we be running, he may be following." Jamie said.

"Pssh, yeah right!" Gumball said as an idea popped in his head. "You wanna have a victory party?" Jamie giggled as she patted Gumball on the head. "Funny Gumball, but we just blew up his shit, maybe we should get to class."

"Lunch time, remember?" Gumball asked.

"Sorry, you're right boy." Jamie laughed, but then she realized something. Gumball was right in her face, and he didn't blink. The boy realized his fault and blinked, before taking another step backwards. Jamie blushed before laughing and taking a step forwards, getting in Gumball's face.

"You got in my face, something was on your mind." Jamie whispered.

"Really, you wanna know what that is?" Gumball asked, grabbing her hand.

"Mmmm, do tell!" Jamie said, leaning into him.

"Fine, I'll tell you…..if you sit on my lap."

"I cant believe this!" Mr. Small said. "There's no way they did this, right after we had our conversation!" The cloud man then turned to the furry slug, Principal Brown couldn't help but giggle through his attitude.

"You're pathetic, you own your kids for a second before they rebel!" Principal Brown shouted.

"Keep your flippin' voice down!" Mr. Small shot back. "You have no evidence that they did this!"

"Oh my God, you're talking about a lack of 'evidence', im having Deja-Vu!" Principal Brown said referencing the lack of evidence he had the night before when arguing with the families and Mr. Small. "Nobody else entered my office, captain obvious! Nobody else said they came directly from your office! And nobody else was snickering the entire time, other than Jamie and Gumball, with your permission!"

"….I can't believe this….that sounds like Jamie." Mr. Small said, examining the firecracker

"And Gumball, Steve. He's the new recruit!" Principal Brown added, bonking his head on the desk.

"Why…..this is an act of terrorism!" Steve said, astonished Gumball and Jamie were so deluded that they would do such a thing. "They can't honestly believe they'll get away with it!"

"They can!" Principal Brown said, slightly energetic.

"Why? How?" Small asked, a little angrier.

"There was this idiot who backed them, away from my office!" Principal Brown explained, getting up from the desk. "Backed them? Tell me who, when, and where!" Mr. Small asked.

"Oh yeah, his name is Steve SMALL!" Principal Brown screamed, then he pointed at the door. "Get out, I've had enough of you and those blasted kids!" Steve shook his head and walked towards the door. "Don't worry boss, I'll get Rocky down here."

"Fire Rocky while you're at it!" Brown ordered.

"What the heck! You can fire him, he's a flippin' Freelancer!" Steve shouted.

"Then put the fool on the p-"

"We'll talk about this later, I got to find those pesky kids!" Steve Small shouted, slamming the door.

"….Crap….i actually enjoyed his company….i need a new job." Principal Brown groaned before sinking into his chair.

-Downstairs—

"You like it when I do that huh?" Gumball asked before sucking on Jamie's neck. The girl giggled, as she was currently sitting on Gumball's lap. Gumball's arms were wrapped around her stomach, but Jamie kept her hands clasped together while leaning back into Gumball. She didn't know how to react to this, other than to moan and laugh when Gumball kissed her cheek and licked her shoulders.

"You make me feel so flippin' special, man!" Jamie laughed.

Mr. Small marched down the stairs, his once joyful attitude had turned sour. He felt a sense of responsibility for what happened. Now the kids are under the delusion that they're above the rules merely because they befriended them, and blowing something up in school is worth suspension.

Jamie got up from Gumball's lap and straddled him, placing her legs and thighs around him and squishing their crotches together. Gumball personally loved this position for making out, but often he got a little 'aroused' so it was embarrassing.

"Kiss me, you little pussycat!" Jamie laughed as she kissed Gumball passionately. The boy lit up as he grabbed her head and pushed her tongue in even more. The girl breathed in his mouth as their tongues wrestled, their hand rubbed each other's sides.

"Nothing could ruin this moment, Jamie." Gumball sighed, rubbing her head. Jamie leaned in before smirking.

"Don't say that, every time I've heard that something bad fucking happens." Jamie said, using her fingerless hands (kind of like Darwin, hand concept) to stroke his ears.

"There you are!" Mr. Small screamed, causing Gumball to jump and Jamie to ball her hands into a fists and turn around. She then unballed her fists on realization of the accuser. She looked at Gumball for a second before they both shrugged their shoulders and looked up at Mr. Small.

"Yes, you found us…..I didn't know we were lost." Jamie said, rather casually.

"You know what you did!" Mr. Small screamed, walking up to the bench. Jamie and Gumball were still locked together, looking at Mr. Small like he was crazy. "Sexual behavior is NOT TOLERATED!" Jamie and Gumball again looked at each other like they had no idea what he was talking about.

"…..You're dry humping each other, that's essentially sexually suggestive!" Mr. Small cried, pointing at Jamie mounted on Gumball. The horned girl gave a nasty glare at Steve before getting off and sitting on the bench. They both looked at Steve curiously, unsure as to what he was originally talking about.

"Mr. Small, you interrupted us." Jamie explained.

"Good, we have more important matters." Mr. Small said, pulling out a Detention/Suspension slip from his pocket. Gumball and Jamie's eyes went wide at the sight, especially since they just had a conversation with him earlier today.

"Dude, what are you doing!" Gumball asked, flipping out.

"Did you blow up the Principal's Cabinet?" Mr. Small asked, pulling out a pen.

Gumball and Jamie exchanged glances, both gulping. Then Jamie realized something, "Wait, I thought you were on our side, 'Daddy!'" Mr. Small glared at her, before threateningly pointing her finger. "Im not your father, just because I'm having a date with your mother!"

"Whatever, 'Daddy'!" Jamie shouted.

"Don't dodge the question, did you or did you not blow up the firecracker in his office!" Mr. Small shouted, at the end of his fuse. "I don't have time for this crap, I got that big baby upstairs to deal with and HIS OFFICE WAS BURNT UP!"

"The heck! Did you not forget what happened last night?" Gumball asked, a little agitated himself.

"GET OVER IT!" Mr. Small said, "You don't rub it in, and you don't commit an act of VIOLENCE!" Gumball didn't reply but he wasn't any less angry. "You take everything so seriously sometimes, Watterson."

"Mr. Small, c'mon on!" Jamie said, as the realization sunk in that they would be punished.

Mr. Small took out his pen and wrote 'Jamie & Gumball' down on the detention slip. He then looked back at the scared and angry kids. He then glared harshly at Jamie, as she was obviously the instigator for this nonsense.

"Jamie, you've done it this time!" Mr. Small said, ripping off the detention slip.

"Cut me a break, will ya!" Jamie shouted, not willing to grab the slip.

"No! You've REALLY Screwed up! This is dangerous, you've could've gotten someone harmed, or KILLED!" Mr. Small screamed, his cloud figure had turned a noticeable shade of red. "Sorry…." She muttered.

"I'm calling your mother immediately!" Mr. Small said, pulling out his cell phone.

"Oh come on, you're just trying to hook up!" Jamie said, trying to make the situation lighthearted. Mr. Small didn't show a sign of humor, and Gumball knew he was next.

"Whats her phone number!" He said.

"…."

"I SAID WHAT'S HER PHONE NUMBER!"

-Three Months Later—

"I SAID WHAT'S HER PHONE NUMBER!"

"Oh c'mon, you're just trying to hook up with her!"

"Jamie, you're not doing this to me!"

"Sorry, I don't talk to people like you."

"FINE, I'll drive to your house and pick her up, with a large fine, AND YOU GET TO STAY IN CITY JAIL UNTIL I RETURN!" The Doughnut officer said as he took her handcuffed self and pushed her inside the cell! The cop grabbed the metal bars and closed them, making a large clang sound. He put the key inside and locked the cell. Jamie tried to punch the cop through the metal bars but he jumped back and detached his baton. Jamie immediately backed away from the bars and pointed at him.

"FINE! GO!" Jamie shouted, sitting on the Jail bench.

"You're going to pay for this Jamie, I've had it this time!" The Doughnut cop screamed, grabbing the car keys and shutting off the Jail lights. She was the only prisoner, and it was pitch dark. A slither of light shinned when he opened the doors to leave.

"What the hell is this, turn the damn lights on!" Jamie screamed.

"Forget that! I'm not wasting a higher electric bill on YOU, Jamie!" The officer screamed before slamming the door. Jamie sat down in the darkness, steaming mad as the cold silence of the cell was rather futile to change her mood.

'Dammit, my fucking Mom is going to kick my ass down every fucking street!' Jamie thought, holding her head in her hands. 'And she'll never buy my excuse!' The girl then giggled as she rubbed her head, 'This interrogation was kinda like that time Gumball and I blew that firecracker in Brown's office some months back….good times.'

"I knew this would come in handy." Jamie said, putting her hand in her hair.

-5:15, Jamie's Street, Sun is setting—

Kieara and Princess were sitting on the sidewalk, the oldest was holding a magnifying glass over a leaf. The sun was setting so the neighborhood looked like it was tinted in orange, Princess believed it was the perfect time to try out the experiment.

"Why isnt it working?" Princess asked, kneeling next to Kieara who held the magnifying glass. Kieara blinked wildly for a second before pulling her eyes away from the magnifying glass. Princess briefly looked at the sun before back down at the elegant and unharmed green leaf.

"You did something wrong!" Princess exclaimed. She immediately received a soft punch on the shoulder. The girl clinched her shoulder before checking her silk dress. "Why'd you hit me!"

"It was you who fucked up, you don't try this during sunset." Kieara explained, getting up and fixing her basketball shorts. "Next time, we'll do it during the late day!" She walked off, rubbing her hand in her short cut hair. As she walked down the pathway to the house, Princess jumped her but she didn't fall.

"Get off me." She said, rather calmly.

"How is this a bad time? The sun is closest to the Earth now!" She whined.

"Not really, it works when its directly above us and…." Kieara grabbed her off her back and tossed her on the grass of their oddly cut small lawn. "….You need to find a sister who gives a shit. Now, thanks to you, my eyes hurt!" Kieara said, blinking before walking towards the door.

"From what?" Princess asked, observing the grass stain on her white dress.

"From the reflection of the sun, that's what!" Kieara said, before walking towards the door again. As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she heard a car pull up to the curb where they were once at. She casually turned around before realizing who it was.

"Crap!" She said, under her breath.

Princess hadn't noticed the cop car as she stared at the astonished Kieara. She made a confused grin before hearing the door to the car open. The doughtnut cop hadn't walked out yet, as he opened it for some air.

"Princess!" Kieara whispered loudly. The youngest sister then noticed the car, forcing a worried glare on her face. "PRINCESS!" Kieara whispered loudly again. The blonde sister carefully looked over at her older sister. Kieara motioned for her to come over as quickly as possible, but then placed a finger to her lips. The sister understood, move quietly, move quickly. The little girl staggered up on her feet and paused, looking back at the car to see if the doughnut officer had noticed. The pink doughtnut was busy checking out his clipboard.

The girl slowly tip toed over to Kieara as the pre-teen placed her hand on the handle and pressed down on the door's lever. Immediately the door popped open, which caused both of them to flinch. They turned their heads slowly to the cop who apparently hadn't noticed them. They looked at each other before nodding and proceeding. Kieara held the door open as the youngest reached the one step and stood right next to her.

"Sssh, if we hide maybe he won't realize we were here." Kieara said, before pushing her little sister inside. She stood inside at the doorway before Kieara slowly tip toed inside. As she removed her last foot from the outside to the inside, she smiled, preparing to close the door.

"Haha, told you the cops are retarded."

She started to close the door before she heard the horn honk from the car. Kieara and Princess froze before popping their heads outside.

"While you're in there, can you ask your mother for some coffee!" The Doughnut officer screamed at them from his car, not bothering to look. Kieara and Princess exchanged glances, unaware if he was talking to them or someone on the police radio. He hadn't looked at them so Kieara assumed not.

"I'm talking to you sweethearts, Kieara, Princess!" The office said before placing the board down and looked at the astonished girls hiding behind the door. Kieara unsurely pointed at herself, "Me?"

"Who else!" He said, getting out the car and walking around it. The two sisters sighed, realizing they hadn't escaped in time. Princess opened the door for the doughnut as he stood in front of them, Kieara then quickly closed the door half way. She stared at him from the crease between the door and seal, while the officer looked around in confusion.

"Uh, I have to walk in the house you know?"

"We don't want you here, cop!" Kieara shouted. Princess said something to Kieara softly, but the officer couldn't hear it.

"Excuse me, but this is the I don't care police, you can call the care police for that problem." The Doughnut said as he pushed the door open. Kieara and Princess looked at each other before back at the cop.

"You don't even have a search warrant, out, OUT!" Kieara said, pointing towards the car. The doughnut laughed, "Heh, why does everyone think that you need a warrant to enter a house?" Kieara blinked, unsure as to why he found that funny.

"I'm not searching you little girl, and really I don't have time for this. I'm here to see Denise." He explained. Both Princess and Kieara sighed upon hearing this and opened the door for him. They looked at the ground in defeat, knowing he had permission now. "That's better." He stated before walking in.

"Whatever, you're not so smart. You didn't even notice us until we started to close the door!" Kieara shot.

"Sure I didn't, anyways, where is your mother?" He asked, looking around at the all too familiar household. Minus the clean aspects of it, which was usually covered by beer bottles. 'Times change I guess.' He thought.

"She's in the kitchen." Princess said quietly. She wasn't comfortable with the police in her house, unlike Jamie and Kieara who had gotten so used to it. But they were always reluctant not to let him in.

"Thanks sweetie, and by the way, it works best during the afternoon." He said before walking towards the kitchen. Princess made a confused expression, before looking up at Kieara. She shrugged, unaware of what that meant.

"What kind of joke was that, you need to clean up on that." Kieara meekly said before turning back to Princess. "Dumb cop making jok-….OH! Oh…..oh…I get it, he was talking about the magnifying glass….HEY HE DID KNOW WE WERE THERE!"

"Of course I knew, im a cop, remember?" He shouted from another room.

Denise was cooking something in a pot as the cop knocked on the kitchen wall. She looked over and smiled before looking back at the pot. "So, why are you here today?" She asked. The officer wasn't the least bit surprised that she was taking this all too well. However, ever since her fashion change, he's been a tad bit more attracted to her. But he still had to be cautious about her, her daughter was Jamie after all and she looked so much like a mature version of her.

'Stay on duty, soldier!' He told himself as he cleared his throat.

"Your daughter ma'am." He said. Denise looked over for a second, with a hint of interest. "One of them got arrested?" The Doughnut cop nodded, "Yep." Denise sighed as she tapped her foot and looked up at the ceiling for a second.

'The food in that pot smells nice…..must be pasta or something.' The officer said, drifting off.

"Is it Jamie?" She asked.

"Yeah, you know it." He joked, but he immediately noticed Denise shake her fist so he went back to acting serious. "This is the second arrest this year, aint it!" Denise said loudly, looking over at him. The officer nodded, aware she knew what was going to happen next.

"Ma'am I don't think I have to tell you, but you know what happens on the third, right?" He asked. Denise nodded, holding her hand on her hot head. The officer then noticed he could see her eyebrows rather clearly, which meant she obviously got a haircut, unlike Jamie. Matter of fact, her hair was cut down so that her head didn't seem so big, again unlike Jamie.

"Man, why am I making all these observations lately?" He asked himself.

"Huh?"

"….Oh sorry ma'am!" The officer apologized, "Just talking to myself, that's all." Denise stared at him before turning off the pot and grabbing the oven mitten. She grabbed the handle of the metal pot and lifted it to the four bowls on the counter. She then looked at the curious officer before looking back at the bowls.

"Im sorry, you can find a seat somewhere and we'll talk in a second."

"Will do I got all the time in the world." He said pulling up a chair. Denise smiled at him before looking over at the doorway to the kitchen. Since the window to the front room was visible from the kitchen doorway and the sun was setting, she could clearly make out the shadows of Kieara and Princess. That and the fact that the orange setting sun was blasting the living room right now. She looked over at the officer whose body had darkened due to their shadows, but he didn't seem to notice them.

"Is the sun bothering you?" Denise asked, knowing what he would do

"Umm…" The officer looked over at the slither of light which pierced his body, which lead his eyes out the doorway and right to the two girls who were just standing there. Immediately their eyes connected and Kieara grabbed Princess's arm and ran. As soon as they left the sun blasted in his face.

"Eh…well it wasn't." He stated.

"Alright, im finished." Denise said, putting the now empty pot into the sink and briefly turning on the water. "Explain what needs to be done." Denise said, standing over him. "I presume she's in the car?"

"No, she's back at the station. I needed you to sign a digital form for her release." He explained. Denise frowned. "You came all the way here to tell me that?" The officer shook his head. "No, I wanted to call you down but your daughter refused to release your number."

"Why?" Denise asked, "And don't you have my number by now?"

"Why? I dunno, something to do with her distaste for officers and we have it in a book but one of the officers has the book and we can't get a hold of him and…" He said making motions with his hands. "…..Well, you can see how I was cut short here."

"I see…so I gotta go down to the station and pick her up?" Denise asked. The cop nodded before getting up. "Well….see the thing is….my car is-"

"You can ride with me." The Doughnut said.

"B-But…my kids are here and…"

"They can come along, or they can stay here if you trust them."

"…..I don't wanna go along, but fine, I'll leave them here." Denise said as she grabbed the hot bowls and placed them on the table. "We better hurry before they get cold." She said, getting a laugh from the cop. "With this blasted heatwave, you'll have a problem just keeping them cool!" He laughed as he walked into the living room.

"You can get your kids situated, but hurry, I'm in the car!" He shouted from the living room, quickly followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. Denise looked over at her kids hiding behind the couch in the living room.

"I'm going to pick up Jamie, we'll be back. Don't wreck anything and call me or Steve if you need anything." Denise said, as both girls nodded. "Dinner is in the back, let it cool for a while." Denise added before sighing and walking out the door. She closed it rather softly as both girls looked back at each other.

"Jamie won't stand a chance this time, second this year." Kieara said.

"Don't say that, the cops can't beat up mom." Princess tried to explain.

"You don't really understand what just happened huh?" Kieara asked, more rhetoric than anything.

-On the way to the Station, 7:45pm—

"How bad was she acting?" Denise asked.

"Okay, but I said something and then she tried to attack me. But she was behind the bars so it was useless." The officer said, as he looked over at the somewhat irritated and saddened Denise. She rested her head on the window while fiddling with her fingers. "Denise, it wasn't so bad. She was a lot better than last time."

"That's not what I'm concerned about." She said quietly.

"What is it then?" He asked, turning the steering wheel.

"I didn't think that Jamie would get arrested, she had made such a turnaround I thought." Denise said. The officer shook from side to side. "Well, she has in terms of violence per-say. I haven't seen her beat anyone up, but in attitude, she's kinda same."

"…."

"But she's still doing a lot better than before, ever since she started hanging out with that Watterson boy." He said as he pulled up into the station. "But everyone makes mistakes, and she just made a minor one."

"Minor?" She asked, "And yeah, what did she do exactly?"

-Inside the Station—

"YOU STOLE SOME CLOTHES!" Denise screamed at Jamie inside the cell. The girl stumbled back for a second before lifting a hand. Luckily the bars separated them, the cop knew that was the best idea. "Mom, It was just one thing!" Jamie weakly stated. The officer then noticed the nail and the scratches on the wall with goofy carvings.

"You wrote on my wall? How'd you get that nail in here?" The officer asked.

"Hair, anyways, it was just a tiny little shirt!" Jamie explained.

"Who the fu-…the flip cares, Jamie!" Denise shouted, her voice sinking a bit. "So what's the next excuse!"

"I don't have one…I just thought I could sneak a shirt and that's it, sorry." Jamie pouted. Denise sighed, feeling some of her anger leave in surprise that Jamie gave up so easily. "Jamie, you know that's wrong, I could've bought you a fancy new shirt if you wanted one."

"Yeah, sorry I wasn't thinking about it." Jamie sighed.

"You need to think more!" Denise said, before shaking her head and turning to the officer. "You said you had the clothing?" She asked. The officer dug his hand in the bag that was resting on his desk. One of the lights in the cell section kept flickering.

"Yeah I have it, and sorry about the light."

"It's fine, there's plenty of others." Denise reassured as the officer pulled out the piece of clothing. "Here, this shirt." He said as Denise examined it. "She had walked out the mall about a couple blocks before I caught her acting weird." He explained. "The store was about to close so there was little chance I could return it, I don't know if you want to fork over the money right now or I'll just give the thing back." Denise wasn't listening as she was more confused than anything. She looked over at Jamie, who looked back with a somewhat uneasy expression.

"Why would you steal that kind of shirt?" Denise asked. The shirt itself was white with yellow sunrays at the corner and grey birds flying over with a lighter gray clouds, and some weird lines that made the shirt dark the higher it went from the bottom to the collar.

"It's nice, but it's not really your tom boy style." Denise said, almost calmly. Jamie shrugged, as she got up from the bench. "You're not one to use designs or labels on your clothes." Denise said, pointing out the wife beater she was wearing and her black pants, her usual attire.

"It's nothing Mom, just can we go?" She asked.

"Nah, not until you explain why you stole this." Denise said, turning to Jamie. The girl looked towards the ground and sighed. Denise still didn't get an answer. "Were you framed? Or did you do this with a bunch of people and you got the clothes mixed up."

"None of that!" Jamie exclaimed. "I don't normally steal, you know that."

"Jamie it's only been two or three months since you stole something, summer vacation is in and it seems like you've got more time n-"

"I didn't steal it for myself Mom!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Oh don't tell me….Tina? She can't fit this! What about Tobias? He doesn't even wear clothes that often. Or what ab-"

"It's for Gumball, Mom." Jamie said, with her hands on her hips, frowning. "I thought you'd pick up on that." Denise blinked for a second before sighing and looking over at the officer. "Did she tell you this?" The officer shook his head, "Nope." Denise sighed before wiping her head.

"Did he ask you to steal this?" Denise asked.

"No, I promise you!" Jamie said, hoping they could just go. Denise turned to the cop before twirling her hand. "You can release her now."

"You buying the shirt?" The officer asked.

"Mom please!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Have you lost your sense, girl?" She asked before turning to the officer who was twirling his keys. "No, she'll pay for this time you've been forced to waste…..doing public service or whatever." She muttered.

"Ugggh!"

"Now don't you hit me!" The officer said as he put the keys inside the lock and pushed the bars open. "Get out." The girl walked out her cell before quickly turning towards the officer, causing him to flinch.

"Oh grow up!" He shouted as the girl giggled and attended her more disappointed mother. "We'll talk about this in the car." Denise then looked over at the doughnut. "Let's go please."

"Mom, please buy the shirt!" Jamie begged.

"Why are you trying to please that boy anyways?" Denise asked, walking out of the station to a barrage of cricket cherps. Night had fallen. Jamie sighed before trying to explain, "Well, remember those chocolates from last week…"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he gave those to me….and those new shoes, and my new wife-beater t-shirt, and my new haircut, and-"

"Haircut? You mean your hairline? Haircut my a-"

"So basically I wanted to pay him back, and haven't even spent time with him since Monday before last." Jamie said, stepping into the Police Car. Denise stepped into the back with her. "You can sit in the front ma'am." The cop said, getting in the automobile. "No, it's alright, I'm already situated."

"And where is Gumball getting this money from?" Denise asked.

"Mom." Jamie explained.

"Nicole doesn't have that kind of income." Denise dismissed.

"Jeez Mom, way to talk about your friend." Jamie snickered as Denise grinned and playfully hit her shoulder. "Don't get too comfy, as punishment for getting arrested you're losing your Internet time, TV time, and you're going to run my errands tomorrow." Jamie groaned before nodding and turning her head.

The car started to head out to their house, while Jamie and Denise talked about what she was going to do tomorrow. Occasionally the officer would grumble to himself and turn on the siren despite no emergency. Denise and Jamie rolled their eyes constantly at his stereotypical police antics before continuing.

"We're almost home, so eat your dinner, and go to bed immediately." Denise explained.

"Sure." Jamie said, casually.

"Oh, and the officer talked to me about something important so I need to bring it up." Denise explained before lowering her voice. "You have your second strike, but it's only been half the year." Jamie nodded, knowing full well what she would say next.

"I don't want you going to Juvenile Hall again." Denise carefully explained.

"Please, the last times I went was for like a day of sentencing." Jamie said, not really scared. Denise shook her head. "You're not going to have a bright future if you get comfortable being locked in a cell." Denise said, Jamie didn't really reply, mostly not interested.

"Either that or it's a house arrest. I'm sure you don't want an ankle bracelet on you." Denise said, looking out and seeing the blackened house in the nightfall. "I carried you for nine months, you have little sisters, I don't want my family to end up like me." Denise said as Jamie sighed and felt the car turn off.

"Can we get out now?" Jamie asked.

"Yes, please do." The officer said, unlocking the door. Denise and Jamie stepped out and the little girl immediately walked to the house. The officer looked at her oddly before Denise kneeled down, looking at him through the window.

"So, what's the fine?" Denise asked.

"Oh…eh…..nah, don't worry about it." The officer said, turning on the motor. Denise knew it was best to leave it like that, and not pretend to 'want' a fine just to look proper. Denise smiled and said Goodnight, before walking to the house with the impatient Jamie sitting at the front door. The officer drove away and the sirens echoed throughout the dark neighborhood, with a few car doors shutting and people screaming playfully and talking in the background.

"Mom, the porch light isn't working." Jamie said.

"I know, but we don't need it, I have the key." Denise explained before unlocking the door and walking inside. Jamie groaned as she walked inside, because the night air was a summer cool and the inside was stuffy and familiar.

"C'mon Mom, air this place out its too hot." Jamie complained, Denise paid no mind as she walked through the living room where the two little girls sat. They were watching ESPN and was eating the Ravioli she cooked.

"For one, get off the couch, second, is it still hot?" Denise asked.

"Yes, not burning hot but still warm." Kieara said, with a goofy expression as Jamie walked by. The older one didn't say Hi and just pretended like they weren't there. "So, where's the chow?" Jamie asked before Denise led her to the kitchen. Kieara followed to refill her drink.

"Everyone's sitting at the dining Table, no questions about Jamie, ask them tomorrow." Denise announced before bringing out the store bought but still delicious vanilla cake.

After dinner Jamie immediately went to their bedroom and went to bed, being summer and all she didn't mind when she fell asleep or awoke. Denise had reminded her to get up at 9 and get to work, luckily for Jamie they were around town. All she had to do was do the Laundry and go shopping, but unfortunately the store was all the way across town so It would be a long bus ride.

-The Next Morning 11:45am—

Jamie had went to the McDonald's near their house, it was around Three O' Clock and she walked down the main street eating up her fries. "Okay, so when is this bus getting here?" She said, looking at the electronic schedule on the bus stop overhead. She sat down in the seat, knowing the less she thought about this, the faster it would go. After five minutes or so the bus finally arrived, with a sign reading 'Bus NX: To Haight & 55nd, North Elmore.'

Jamie got on the bus and sat near the back, it seemed empty at first before she heard someone say her name. "Hey, Jamie!" The girl looked around but then looked down and saw Anton. Jamie made a little grin and tipped her head up. "Sup, get over here I haven't seen you since school."

"Sorry, but neither you or Tina called me lately." Anton smiled.

"Eh, been busy." Jamie said, leaning back as the bus zoomed off. "Haven't hung out with anyone in like a week or two." The girl then looked down at the happy piece of toast. "Why so happy?"

"I'm going to a music course!" Anton cheered. "Speaking of which, this bus goes to North Elmore."

"Yeah I know, so?" Jamie asked, curious.

"Well I mean, you're more of a South Elmore type. In North there are just houses and trees and parks, there's no action over there, if you know what I mean." Anton explained. Jamie shrugged. "I'm not over there to have fun, I'm over there to go shopping since the stores over in my area are junk."

"Besides, are you saying I'm a hood rat?" Jamie asked. "Because I'm not!"

"I know, I know, I was just saying, you know?" Anton said, trying to calm her a bit.

"Well whatever, but it is true somewhat, North isn't my type, but then again you can't trust no one in my area." Jamie explained before looking at the bus route on the wall of the bus. She then looked at her ipod for the time and sighed.

"Bus needs to hurry up." Jamie groaned.

-Duboce St. 12:06pm—

The bus finally had arrived to the bus stop on the side of the supermarket. Jamie said her goodbyes to Anton and left the bus. She pulled the Grocery list out of her pocket and then sighed upon realizing she'd be carrying a large assessment of bags.

'How the hell am I supposed to carry all this shit.' Jamie thought before she looked around this area. There was three huge markets and an office building in the middle. Only blocks away on all sides however were nice family houses, varied drastically by size however. It was a mini area for easy accessible organic and common foods. Jamie then suddenly became a little self-conscious when noticing she was just wearing a t-shirt and black pants, almost like a thug.

"Just get the shit and go home." Jamie said as she walked towards the automatic doorway, accompanied with a nasty glare for the green security guard who normally policed there. Jamie couldn't help but notice his build, and his eyes gave away the fact that he grew up in the ghetto. She walked to the door before snapping her fingers.

"Hey man, you're from the poor too, watcha looking at me for like that?" Jamie asked.

"I'm here to do my job, this isn't a rich area either." He said with a slightly ghetto accent. "I just don't want any trouble, and I know trouble from my community when I see it." Jamie rolled her eyes before pointing at him.

"Don't be a traitor, man!" Jamie said.

"Someday you'll grow up and realize Southside is no good for you." The officer said before motioning with his hand to go inside and leave him alone. Jamie rolled her eyes before saying, "How did you know I was from Sou-"

"You wreak of it, everything about you, and the way you don't listen." The security guard said before dispatching his baton. "You mustin' have talked to too many people today, but you either go inside or you'll be arrested for loitering." Jamie sighed, knowing that wouldn't be good. "And for some reason I feel like you couldn't afford a third one."

Jamie looked at him, astonished. Then she wondered why she even bothered to talk to him for so long. She sighed and waved before stepping inside the cool grocery store. It was surprisingly nice although it smelled a bit, a lot better than the hot summer sun. She immediately recognized the noises of the electronic cash registers making the 'beeping' sounds when products are scanned.

And of course it was welcomed with people giving her a quick eye and glare, especially old people.

"Alright, first is orange juice, milk, apple juice, and soda. The first three will probably be in the refrigerated area." Jamie said as she walked down the most empty aisles to the back of the store where the things are, but not without grabbing a shopping cart.

Jamie groaned trying to push the stupid thing as it was her exact height, so she had to raise her hands to her forehead in order to actually push the thing. She tried to keep her eyes in front of her while pulling up to the glass doors of the refrigerated drinks. She pulled out the milk, orange juice, and apple juice, and sloppily tossed the last two which were made of plastic into the cart. Jamie then placed the carton on the lower floor of the cart underneath its hold because she couldn't throw the fragile thing.

"Can't be distracted, just get it and go!" Jamie thought as she pushed the basket towards the sports drinks and soda area. She pulled out the necessary things before moving on down the abnormally long list.

After a while she finished up and needed to get the five last items on the list, and it was a hassle no less as she couldn't find them. "Dammit, where the fuck is the vinegar!" Jamie thought, going through the spice section again. She then noticed it on the very top of the shelve.

'OH MAAAAAAN!' Jamie thought as she looked at the cart for a second before back up at the vinegar. Jamie then sighed and climbed into the cart, pulling herself up and then fell inside. The cart was jammed with all kinds of foods and boxes, giving her some height. She prayed to herself that she wasn't crushing anything that would leak or spill. She then started to reach for it, but her fingertips scraped the bottom.

'This is going to end one of two ways…..i either get another item to pull it down and pray the glass doesn't shatter by missing the cart…or I try and catch it once I tip it with the fingertips….hmmm.'

Jamie then shrugged and presumed she would just make a break for it once the bottle broke, she then took the cereal box and tried to tip it towards her from the top. She then managed to tip it, and it started to shake back and forth.

"Fuck, please fall towards me!" Jamie thought.

Oddly enough while this was taking place, Gumball happened to have passed by her aisle. Both oblivious to each other, at least Gumball and Jamie were. Darwin was accompanied with him reading a magazine until he quickly noticed the girl trying to tip the bottle over. He didn't stop walking with Gumball however because she was too far down the aisle to recognize her.

"Gumball, some weirdo was trying to tip a bottle over." Darwin said, before noticing more refrigerated aisles, carrying tv dinners and ice cream. "Yeah, well you should've stopped him." Gumball said, trying to make a yo-yo work.

"Eh, don't feel lik-…..ICE CREAM!" Darwin said, pointing towards the frozen compartments filled with ice cream containers. They almost seemed to glow blue. Gumball of course was immediately attracted to its glamorous glow. The fish didn't have much trouble leading him down the aisle which of course was joined with the aisle that Jamie was on. Although she was on the other side.

"Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, we've got to get it." Darwin said, opening up the door and grabbing the large container. Gumball held it for him as they exchanged glances. "We need chocolate syrup, it's on the other side of the aisle!" Gumball said.

"Well lets go and g-….there's that person again." Darwin said, listening to the bottles clinking.

"What p-….oh yeah, who cares." Gumball said, before noting the source. "Look up there, someone is trying to knock It down." Gumball said a little casually. It was the opposite non refrigerated aisle which held bottles and cooking oils. They couldn't see who was on the other side, just the floating cereal box.

"Hey genius, you're going to knock it over here!" Darwin teased.

"HUH?!" The girl shouted on the other side.

"I said, YOU'RE GOING TO KNOCK IT OVER HERE!" Darwin screamed, causing Gumball to crack up. "Why are you screaming, the person is right there?" The fish shrugged. "Couldn't hear me."

"Okay and? I know what I'm doing." The muffled voice said, as both boys could recognize it as a girl.

"It's called a ladder, might be better than whatever you're doing!" Darwin joked, before pointing towards the action while rolling his eyes at Gumball. The cat giggled.

"Oh shut the hell up, dumbass!"

Darwin's snickering immediately stopped as he in an annoyed manner looked over at the still snickering Gumball, although he was currently laughing at Darwin. Neither of them cussed that often, and when they did it was low class words, something not really offensive.

"JERK!" Darwin screamed.

"Well you started it, retard!"

"Ugh, impolite, stupid girl!" Darwin groaned before walking away with the humored cat. "You look sooo pissed off!" Gumball laughed, but then Darwin rudely turned to him. "Thanks for backing me up, buddy!" The cat made a grin through his laughter, "Well she made a point you did start it, but she does have a bit of a potty mouth."

Gumball and Darwin then went over to see exactly what this person looked like and to get the syrup.

"GOT IT!" Jamie said, grabbing the bottle and jumping all the way down to the floor. She then tossed it in the cart and noticed the two brothers staring at her. Gumball, upon realization, then turned to Darwin, and reached over and handed him the chocolate syrup.

"Tell Mom we got ice cream." Gumball told him, almost robotically. Darwin looked at Jamie before back at Gumball. "Oh you guys want some…okay." Darwin said walking off. Gumball waited till he cleared the aisle and attend his young girlfriend.

"Well hello there!" Gumball said, running over and jumping in for a kiss. Jamie however didn't really seem to be interested and merely pecked him on the lips before attempting to push the cart away. "Hey, that's all I get?" Gumball asked, expecting a make out. "I haven't seen you in like two weeks!"

"I've been busy, you know that." Jamie said, suddenly remembering that she was going to give Gumball that shirt he wanted. Until of course she lost it. "So Gumball, did you get that shirt you wanted?" Jamie asked, Gumball sighed and groaned.

"No, Mom wanted me to work for it and after I did it the house caught fire and…..well….i didn't get it." Gumball said, a little sad. Jamie sighed and leaned in for a kiss. Gumball noticed this and happily sprung up and locked lips with her. But Gumball quickly broke.

"We got three seconds to make out." Gumball said, before continuing with their kiss. Jamie didn't understand but just decided to lap her tongue with his before Gumball broke it. Immediately afterwards Nicole and Darwin with a shopping cart strolled into the aisle.

"Hmm, wanna give a good show for your Mom?" Jamie asked jokingly.

"Ugh, don't make me vomit." Gumball groaned.

"Ah Jamie!" Nicole said, pushing her filled shopping cart over to her. Darwin following. The little girl made a smile before Gumball stopped Nicole for proceeding any further. "Mom, we were busy." Gumball said.

"You can do your kissy time later." Nicole said, dismissing him. Darwin shrugged at the surprised Gumball. "Bro, everyone knows, you're not slick." Gumball ignored him as Nicole walked by towards Jamie.

"That's quite a bit of food there, where is Denise?" Nicole asked.

"Not here, she sent me to go shopping for her." Jamie explained. Nicole blinked and instinctively looked around for a second. "So, your Mother sent you all the way to the North to go shopping for THAT MUCH food…" Nicole said, pointing at her filled basket. "All by yourself?"

"Yeah, she's sorta punishing me." Jamie said as Nicole rolled her eyes, not seeing that as a logical punishment but expecting nothing less. Nicole was about to ask why she was punished before Gumball spoke up.

"Mom you're going to have to drive her home." Gumball said.

"Yeah, I figured." Nicole said, staring at the girl. "Can't let you go alone like that with all that food." Darwin then followed Nicole as Jamie and Gumball exchanged glances. "You're welcome." Gumball joked. "Yeah, thanks for making me look helpless." Jamie replied.

"You know why I did it." Gumball said, wrapping his arm around her. Jamie didn't really show much interest back but for the sake of Gumball she returned the favor with her own arm.

-Dump's Café 2:00 pm—

"You know Steve, I'm sticking you with the bill, right?" Denise joked.

"Good, I didn't want to hear much arguing from you anyways." Steve said, sticking a fork in the spaghetti and twirling it. "Lots of cheese on this, huh?" Denise nodded, enjoying the delicious food. She then reached over and grabbed the garlic bread sticks before cracking conversation.

"So, since teachers get like the entire summer off, are you still paid for the time being or you're given a large sum of money?" Denise asked, causing Mr. Small to crack up a bit. Denise carefully watched him. This was their fifteenth time out, and they had already established themselves as really good friends, soon if Denise was luckily, a boyfriend.

"Everything you talk about seems to be related to money." Mr. Small laughed, wiping the tomato sauce off his chin with the napkin. Denise smiled before sipping her white wine, which personally she couldn't stand but was trying to be polite.

"Well, I'm so used to not having any with my broke ass and forty-five thousand dollar income." Denise explained. "I feel like a college student, despite never being one." Mr. Small felt odd about her talking about her financial despair, but he went with it.

"Well to answer your question, we're still paid regardless, but you on the other hand live in a okay one story house." Mr. Small explained, chewing on a breadstick. "You sure you make forty-five a year?"

"Well, the house was bought off by a loan, but I've been fighting my ass off not for it to be foreclosed. A sizable amount of payment I give every month keeps it. But I'm not close to paying it off." Denise said before smiling at Steve. "It's in Deep South Elmore anyways, so really how expensive could it be?"

"Please, Elmore is suburban all over, with a little downtown, there are no ghettos here." Mr. Small argued. Denise shook her head, " Um….what was the last killing in North or East Elmore?" Denise asked.

"I dunno, not counting the car crash from last month….i'd say, two years ago." Small said, not catching on.

"Now, what was the last you heard in South?" Denise asked.

"…..Last Week….Okay you win." Mr. Small laughed, picking up his wine and drinking it down.

"Besides, despite the area I really enjoyed your company." Mr. Small said, poking at the salad on his smaller plate. Denise ate a little more before nodding. "Good, everyone enjoys your company too." Mr. Small sat back and stretched out for a second before leaning in.

"I'm not trying to force myself into your family, and I know you wouldn't want that." Mr. Small said.

"Please, full speed ahead." Denise groaned. "I would most certainly put up with it."

"But, I enjoyed being around your daughters…..in fatherly sort of way." Mr. Small explained, knowing Denise was watching him carefully. She let out a little smirk before drinking a little more and setting the glass down.

"I anticipated that you w-"

"No, you couldn't have." Mr. Small said, interrupting her in a serious yet stunned manner. He looked down at his fingers, twirling away. "You couldn't really imagine….how much on Saturday….."

"You enjoyed fathering them." Denise said, finishing his statement, she shrugged and tapped on the table, causing him to raise his head. "They really enjoyed you too, we saw it in your eyes and I saw it in there's." Denise said. "They were desperate for another, that's why they weren't so rebellious when you first took them to school."

"Well….not all of them." Steve said, twirling his hand in reference.

"Well, no Kieara likes you a lot. She's just at the age where she understood the importance of another, but didn't really want to accept it. Whereas Princess is just glad to have a daddy and Jamie just is glad she's got another pocketbook and caregiver." Denise explained before tapping her fork on the clay plate.

"Kieara enjoys you a lot, but she remembers things and doesn't know how to process them. Jamie on the other hand put up with it, and accepted it. Especially with Gumball around now." Denise laughed, but Small didn't, thinking more on the word she used.

"Process? What's there to Process?" Mr. Small asked, Denise looked at him oddly before looking around the room for a second. "Uh, didn't I tell you about the father?" Denise asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she brushed back her black hair. 'Oh….i don't want to talk about this right now.'

"You really didn't tell m-"

"Jeez, I need to sharpen my horns!" Denise said, reaching up and feeling them. "I also need a haircut that doesn't look like Jamie's, I like people to see my eyebrows." Mr. Small grinned at this statement. 'She obviously doesn't want to talk about it.'

"Eh, they don't look that bad, just more like pancakes." Mr. Small joked as Denise reached over and playfully hit him. Denise then raised her hand and motioned for the waiter to come over. Mr. Small noticed this before tapping her arm to get her attention.

"Uh, leaving so soon are we?" Mr. Small asked.

"Well yeah, we're just about done aren't we?" Denise asked.

"Well, are we full or does some cake sound nice?" Mr. Small asked, "Maybe with some more wine?" Denise thought for a second before compromising. "On one condition, that we get some soda, and not wine."

Mr. Small blinked, "Oh well sure but…..why no wine?"

Denise shrugged, "I didn't want to be rude, but wine is just odd to me."

The cloud man laughed before noting the waiter standing there. Of course it was Larry, dressed in a nice tux. Mr. Small looked around for a second before asking, "Wait, where's the other waiter Larry?" The young adult smiled, "Early leave, I'll be doing everything else for now."

Denise didn't know Larry that well however Steve knew him very well. The cloud man grinned at him, before asking, "This is a very fancy job, congratulations, but….forgive me for asking, what are your goals?" Larry blinked and Denise grinned at this.

"I mean, you seem to work everywhere, where's those degrees at?" Mr. Small asked.

"Well I got a B.A. in Film and currently I work for the director, getting him coffee and he teaches me how to do things and what not." Steve smiled at this statement. "So you ARE doing something. Sorry I just wanted to know."

"That's okay, but anyways are you folks looking for the bill?" Larry asked.

"No, just two slices of chocolate cake, light on the chocolate." Steve said, before Larry immediately wrote it down and walked away. Denise grinned even more at his clumsiness. "Guy didn't even ask me what I wanted."

"Eh, leave him alone he's trying." Mr. Small said.

"Anyways, we're watching a movie tonight and I was wondering if you would like to stay." Denise asked, knowing he would say yes. "Great, I would love to, the movie?" Steve asked. "Silverlining."Denise replied.

"Oh, the Wild West movie?" Mr. Small asked.

"Yeah, TV Special tonight." Denise said.

It didn't take long as Larry cleared their table and handed them their fat slices of chocolate cake, sprinkled with powdered sugar and hot chocolate frosting. The cake itself was still warm. Denise and Mr. Small very much enjoyed their slices.

"Hey, does Jamie like me?" Mr. Small asked.

"….Well yeah of course, why would you doubt?" Denise asked.

"Sometimes she gets mad at me, encouraged by Kieara of course, and it seems like sometimes she likes using me." Mr. Small said.

"Don't worry, I get that all the time, it's nothing." Denise said.

"Right….but she seems cautious of me whenever I explain she's doing something wrong." Mr. Small said.

"Again, it's just how she is." Denise said, swallowing a piece of her cake a drinking it down with a cold coke. "Like Gumball, you'll just have to ease on her."

-Watterson House, 3:12pm—

"This is kidnap." Jamie said, chewing on her home cooked cheeseburger.

"If this is kidnap then I wish I was kidnapped every day." Darwin said happily, as he chewed away at his burger. The Watterson Family sat with Jamie at the dinner table and ate up homemade French fries and cheeseburgers.

"Well, when do you want to go back?" Nicole asked.

"Um, around five o' clock, maybe six." Jamie said.

"Rather early, what's up?" Nicole asked.

"Movie night, with Mr. Steve Small." Jamie said goofily. Anais looked around the table for a second, wondering if anyone was going to ask the obvious. "Um, he's been over at your house a lot." Anais said, Jamie nodded, knowing what she was getting at. "Mom sees him as a boyfriend, which I'm cool with…..as long as he doesn't take it too far."

"Uh oh." Nicole said to herself.

"Too far, whats to-" Richard was cut off by Nicole elbowing him in the side. Jamie looked at him oddly before she felt Gumball tap her shoulder. "What's Too Far mean, pulling the moves on your Mom?" Gumball asked. Nicole groaned and covered her eyes, 'Gumball, sometimes I swear you're so st-'

"Nah it just means that if he starts doing things with her, or if he starts making us call him Father." Jamie explained. Gumball frowned, "What's wrong with that?" Anais then butted in, "Yeah, weren't you the one advocating for him to be called daddy?" Jamie shook her head back and forth.

"True, but I didn't really take it so seriously at first." Jamie explained, feeling odd on the matter. "We like him more as a father type of stand in, but not our actual Dad." Jamie added before rethinking her statement, "Well, at least not so soon. We've just started seeing him, I mean logically he shouldn't already be acting like Dad."

"Whose talking about fathers anyways, c'mon Jamie, cut Mr. Small a break." Nicole said, knowing Jamie didn't fully understand why she needed Mr. Small so much. Jamie grinned at that statement. "Well it's obvious they love each other, but our Mom is a strong woman, and some of us don't take Men barging in too well." Nicole sighed at this obviously naïve statement.

"Alright, sure." Nicole said, 'Dumb girl, Denise isn't strong, she just has to survive, she wanted to be such a free woman when she was in High School.' Jamie knew Nicole thought she was being stupid, but the little girl dismissed it as she didn't want to start anything with this family. Gumball hadn't caught on, Darwin ignored the entire conversation, Richard was still trying to figure out what the conversation was even about, and Anais looked a little bummed that she couldn't point out the obvious.

'Don't all kids act rebellious to their parental replacements at first, and justify it with something stupid?' Anais thought to herself. Gumball shrugged and softly elbowed Jamie. "Well don't worry, if you ever need any help dealing with Steve, you can call us." Anais frowned at that statement and Darwin nodded.

"So now Mr. Small is a bad guy?" Richard asked, catching up. "Make up your mind Gumball."

"And his name is MR. SMALL, not Steve, I told you about that!" Nicole shouted at him.

"Why are we even talking about him?" Anais asked.

"Well actuall-" Gumball cut off Jamie.

"Because he's at her house all the time Anais, catch up." Gumball said, finding her statement rude.

"Oh here we go." Darwin said to himself. "Look, both of you just shut up before you say something you'll regret." Nicole then got up from her seat and grinned at Darwin. "Maybe you shouldn't say 'shut up'." Gumball sighed and looked at his mother.

"Can Jamie and I go take a walk?" He asked.

"Who said Jamie wants to go off and walk?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah, I didn't say I wanted to walk. " Jamie pointed out. Gumball looked at her before popping his eye brows up and down, still maintaining a serious grin.

"Oh, I get it." Nicole sighed, "He wants to make out, ugh!"

"MOM!" Gumball shouted.

"Oh c'mon Gumball, everyone knows you're not slick." Anais said.

"Agreed." Richard added.

"I told him that in the store today, you might as well just go off and say it every time." Darwin pointed out. Gumball slapped Darwin on his head before looking at his mother. "No, I just want to talk to her." Nicole nodded, "And then you want to make out?" Gumball glared at her before Nicole sighed and waved her hands while Darwin pouted, rubbing his head.

"Alright, beat it." Nicole demanded.

Jamie and Gumball didn't hesitate as they left the table and rushed out the room. Gumball held the door open for Jamie as she walked out, followed by him. The two lovers sighed, feeling like a ton of weight had left their shoulders.

"So, what's up, other than your tail?" Jamie asked.

"Huh?" Gumball looked back and saw his tail was down. "Tail isn't up." Jamie snickered, "Try the tail in the front, bro." Gumball looked down at where his tail would be if it were on his front, realizing something WAS sticking up.

"Oh come on!" Gumball cried, pulling his sweater over his crotch.

"Have you missed me that much?" Jamie said, looking around the neighborhood. "C'mon, let's get going." Gumball calmed down and grabbed her hand, beginning to walk down the street.

"So, just wanted some fresh air?" Jamie asked.

"No, I wanted to actually talk, but first things first." Gumball said, not trying to look at her. "Do you still do drugs?" Jamie snarled at that comment, "I told you, no!" Gumball wasn't buying it. "Any kind Jamie, even the ones you think are harmless."

"I told you, no, not that often." Jamie explained.

"Not that often is not the same as no." Gumball stated.

"Oh whatever, it's not an overnight process." Jamie explained before pulling out a Kit-Kat she stole from the store. "It takes time, and all I'm doing now is weed, it's like the weakest." Gumball shrugged. "I don't know what weed is, but you better stop."

"Why'd you bring this up anyways, do I smell like it?" Jamie asked.

"No, you taste like it, when I kissed you in the store." Gumball said, snatching her Kit-Kat and unwrapping it for her. Jamie was stunned at his quickness before rolling her eyes as Gumball finished and took a bite out of it. "I guess you've hanged out with me so long you've become quick." Jamie said, as Gumball ignored it and got back to his second point. "Second, how is Mr. Small treating you?" Jamie grinned at this.

"Even if I told you, you couldn't do anything about it." Jamie said, interested in his sudden authoritarian posture.

"That bad huh?" Gumball said, judging her statement.

"No, it's not bad at all, I'm glad he's around." Jamie said, grabbing the Kit-Kat back from him. "It's just that we don't know him well enough, he's pushing himself into our business and he's not even a boyfriend yet." Gumball nodded. "Well, don't you want him to, a new man in your mother's life deserves to know your lifestyle." Jamie grinned at this.

"Gumball, you don't even understand our lifestyle." Jamie said.

"You always say that a-"

"Because it's true, and don't you ever think you actually do!" Jamie said, raising her voice a bit. Gumball sighed, not wanting to piss her off. "I'm just saying that life for you guys has gotten better, so what's the problem?"

"It's not the current, it's the past." Jamie said, a little oddly.

"The past?" Gumball asked, "The past of your family."

"Sure." Jamie said, taking a bite out the chocolate. Gumball knew he wasn't told of anything THAT bad in the past, didn't make much sense unless she was hiding something. "Whatever this past is, are you going to tell me?"

"No, maybe not now." Jamie said, taking another bite. "Besides, as long as things go the way they're supposed to I shouldn't have to." Gumball then decided to drop it here, knowing he wouldn't get any more info from her.

"So, what's up with your week?" Gumball said. Jamie was about to tell him that she tried to steal a shirt for him but then decided not to. "Well, nothing much, Mom just packed me down for the week." Gumball then stopped walking and looking back.

"Hey, we walked a little far!" Gumball shouted, Jamie finally stopped walking and looked back at him.

"Who cares." Jamie said, motioning for him to join her. Gumball ran over and pulled her with him. Jamie groaned as she swatted his hand away. Gumball didn't understand her attitude. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, look I'm going home, tell your Mom I had fun for the time being." Jamie said, walking away. Gumball frowned as he called out to her. "No Goodbye KISS!"

"NO!" Jamie screamed. "Love yah!"

The little girl felt a little relaxed now that she had seen the Wattersons again, and they were as hyped and stupid as ever. She walked about four blocks till she reached a main street and walked down it till she found a bus stop. Luckily for her the bus had just arrived and spared little time she was on her way back home.

-14th Street Road, On Route to Jamie's House 4:34pm-

"My only concern is that I'll step too far." Mr. Small said, driving down the slightly poorer suburban and apartment households. "All I'm saying is that Kieara doesn't approve of that and Jamie likes me on some days." Denise kept snickering at the statements.

"Denise I don't find this funny!" Mr. Small said, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"But I told you already, Jamie is always like that and Kieara is just following what Jamie does." Denise said before rolling down the window a little. "But you know I'm trying." Mr. Small said.

"Why are you trying so hard!" Denise asked, looking at him now. "Who wants to be so responsible of three rowdy girls!" Mr. Small shook his head. "I take this very seriously, but honestly I like children a lot."

"Okay that sounded weird but I get what you're saying, that doesn't excuse it." Denise explained. Mr. Small didn't really know how to explain himself. "I'm just saying I feel attached to them."

"But you're not Steve, as much as I'd like you to be." Denise said before poking him playfully. "But we can improve that."

"I'm not saying I want to be in your lives, but it's just…." Mr. Small stuttered, unable to find the right words. "I want…..to be a Father." Denise knew that was what he was going to say. "I know you do Steve, I somewhat want you to be a Father too."

"A father of your kids I mean, since I guess their father is gone." Mr. Small said.

"No kidding." Denise muttered. "I'm glad he is."

"But I'm not trying to be a burden." Mr. Small said, pulling the car up to the house. Denise shook his shoulder. "I know you're not, just be yourself and don't think about it, that's all." Denise said, hearing the car turning off. She opened the door and stepped out, with a somewhat worried Mr. Small. Denise then noticed Jamie staring at them, walking down the street.

"You JUST got back?" Denise asked. "And where are the groceries?"

"Mrs. Watterson told me that she would drop it off tonight." Jamie said, waving at Mr. Small. "Hey Small, long time no see eh?" The cloud man frowned at this, "I saw you last Saturday." Jamie sighed before nodding. "Yeah I know, but you're supposed to agree to the irony!"

"Oh, another one of your jokes?" Mr. Small asked.

"Yes, genius." Jamie said playfully, trying to distract herself from the conversation earlier. Denise watched them carefully before shaking her head. 'I told Steve he had nothing to worry about.' Denise thought, smiling as she shut the door.

"Well you seem excited to see me." Mr. Small said, noting the fact that she didn't rush for the door and walked with him. "It's just good not to see the same people every other day." Jamie replied, Mr. Small let out a sigh, Jamie was no longer inspecting him like she was on Saturday.

"By the way, how did you enjoy Saturday?" Mr. Small asked.

"What do you think? I never knew you knew how to Barbeque." Jamie said before looking back at her mother who was doing something farther away from the two. "Well I guess that's a self-invitation to the Block Party on August 6th?" Jamie cracked up when she heard that.

"Self-invitation my butt, you're not from around here, go back home and do some peace trials!" Jamie joked, but Mr. Small took it a little harshly. "Just go pray the nuclear missiles away like you always do." Mr. Small groaned at that statement.

"Well, surely you don't actually mean that, right?" Mr. Small asked.

"Well you shove yourself in enough." Jamie joked, not getting the hint.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shove myself in." Mr. Small said. Jamie hadn't noted the seriousness of the comment and took it as sarcasm. "Oh, well there is ONE way you can make it up to me." Jamie said, thinking back to Gumball.

"What?" He asked.

"Well, there's this shirt I want…."

"Uh huh."

"A little pricey but well worth the buy!" Jamie said, trying to con him.

"Uh NO!" Denise shouted at her. Startling both Jamie and Mr. Small. "Nobody is buying Gumball that damn shirt but himself!" Jamie sighed as she walked through the door of the house, trying to get away from her mother.

"Sorry Steve, she got in trouble for that stupid shirt earlier." Denise said, not trying to go into the details.

"Oh, I dunno I could do it for her." Mr. Small said honestly, not finding a shirt that expensive.

"No, now go to the Kitchen and we'll order a pizza for the kids during the movie special." Denise said.

The cloud man did as he was told. He greeted the energetic Princess and the rather anti-social Kieara, busy with her handheld game system. Jamie tried to constantly get him to buy her the shirt. Denise kept having to tell her no. Then while Mr. Small helped Princess with her magnifying experiment outside, Jamie and Kieara watched him at the doorway.

"His presence here is getting a little annoying." Kieara said.

"Liar, you like it as much as I do." Jamie said, "I'll tell you when he's no longer allowed here." Personally she hoped that was never, but she felt like at times there was things Mr. Small didn't need to know. Kieara liked him, but didn't want to admit that their mother needed another man.

"Please, you're just too stupid to see that Mom doesn't need anyone." Kieara said, pulling out her Gameboy.

"Bull, I just think we don't know him well enough." Jamie said, looking over at her. "He still sorta checks us out like he's the dumb guidance consoler." Kieara then grinned, still looking at the Gameboy before back over at Small and Princess. "Hm, I sometimes see it."

"There you go, you have to line up the two suns in the magnifying glass and the light will burn the leaf." Mr. Small said, noting the leaf on the concrete getting a hole burned through it. Princess looked in amazement before looking over at Kieara, who was still staring at them.

"IDIOT! IT DOES WORK DURING SUNSET!" Princess screamed.

"Oh please, the sun just started setting!" Kieara shouted, not nearly as loud however. Mr. Small looked at them oddly before re-directing Princess's attention. Jamie then looked over at her.

"What are you talking about?" Jamie asked, suddenly feeling a lot hotter in her current pants. "We tried it yesterday, around the time Mom left to get you from Jail." Jamie grinned at that statement. "Shit wasn't even a real jail, more like a holding cell." Jamie then walked back inside before Kieara looked at her.

"Hey, where are you going? It's way too hot to be inside!" Kieara asked. "I'm going to get so popsicles and then switch out these hot clothes!" Jamie shouted. "Don't scream in here Jamie!" Denise said, setting up the new hi-tech fan of theirs for the living room. She then proceeded to open all the windows and turn off the unnecessary lights.

Jamie walked to her room and turned off the lights, 'Lights are on in every room it seems!' The girl then closed the door and went near Kieara's bed and opened the window. Trying to walk over Princess's stupid toys she opened the closet and pulled out some small red shorts and a black short sleeve shirt. She smiled as she stripped down to her undergarments, feeling that this day might end well after all. After getting dressed and brushing her hair she came out and grabbed the lollipops from the fridge.

Kieara waited impatiently before Jamie came back and handed her a chocolate coated vanilla flavored lollipop. The sun had now begun to set on the tallest pine tree across the street, the sky seemed to deepen a darker blue as the orange sunrays blurred on the white clouds flying overhead.

"Deepthroat that popsicle." Jamie quickly commented, watching Kieara hurriedly suck on the brown popsickle. Kieara frowned at her remark before biting off the top, her teeth sinking into the cold ice cream.

"Ooh, that's cold." Jamie said, unwrapping her popsicle.

"What, the popsicle or biting off a d-"

"The second." Jamie quickly commented. "Not very slutty, more on scary." Kieara smiled as she chewed the cold cream down. "Jesus, that's so good." Kieara moaned, watching Mr. Small play patty cake with Princess in the grass.

"Go get Mr. Small one." Jamie demanded.

"Nope, you do it." Kieara compromised. "Or better yet, he can go get it himself." Jamie nodded before walking away from her. "Fine, I'll go do it!" Kieara said. Jamie laughed as she turned to her younger sister. "Screw him, I change my mind he doesn't need one."

After the girls finished their ice cream they decided to go ahead and wrestle. Princess decided to ditch Mr. Small and join in. Princess constantly kept trying to convince him to wrestle, which he refused until Jamie told him she'd punch Princess if he didn't. Well it was a Two on One, and Kieara played a little rough. Mr. Small was left with a bruised ankle, but a smile on his face as they laughed away at Kieara trying to attack Mr. Small.

She calmed down and called a truce before giving up and relaxing on the grass. Mr. Small left the girls alone before grabbing a coffee from Denise who watched in the doorway the entire time. They talked for a while until they realized the TV wasn't working. The girls came inside and watched him try and fix whatever the problem was. By that time, Night had fallen and the clock struck at 8 p.m. The room had darkened, lit by a lamp in the back and the constant flashing of the television set.

"Alright, its working now." Kieara said, sitting on the couch. She purposely sat next to Denise, in which the mother glared at her. "Since when do you sit next to me, scoot over there." Denise demanded, in which she did unwillingly, leaving a Big area for Mr. Small. He left the Television and sat in the area she cleared out for him.

"Thank you." He quickly said, flopping down on the white couch. Denise sitting on his left, and the girls on his right. Jamie got up and motioned for Kieara to switch. The girl sighed before scooting to the side, letting Jamie sit next to Mr. Small.

"Mom, open a window will yah!" Jamie whined.

"The windows are open!" Denise shouted from around Mr. Small's chest. The cloud man didn't try and think about how interesting her position was. The movie started and family with Mr. Small watched away. Surprisingly Jamie didn't whine or make any annoying commentary.

-The Watterson's House, 8:13pm—

"Oh my God, for the last time, Amerika isn't a word!" Nicole whined.

"And isn't that a name anyways?" Anais asked. "Against the rules."

"You see, this is why I can't stand these brainer games!" Darwin cried, with Gumball patting him on the head. Gumball, Richard, and Darwin were losing to Anais and Nicole. The game Scrabble seemed so easy for them they might as well just forfeit in boredom.

"Please try honey, actually think about it, and save big words for the red boxes okay, those are the most points." Nicole said, sipping her apple juice. (I haven't played in a while red is called the Three Point Square or something?) Nicole then noted the fact that Richard and Gumball specifically had used up all the red spots by using words like Dog and Cook, instead of big words to extend the words down to the blue boxes and gain more points.

"Fine, here!" Gumball said, placing down the word 'rim'.

"Definition; Area or edge of a curve, for example; Outer 'Rim' of the Milky Way, there." Darwin noted, looking it up in the dictionary. Despite Darwin not being that smart he was great at looking up words in the dictionary. Darwin high fived Gumball before Nicole rolled her eyes and wrote down a point for their team.

"Go Anais." Nicole said.

"Alright, I don't have much, so I'm just going to go with the word 'Cum'." Anais said, placing her pieces down. Nicole and Richard's eyes popped at this before staring at her. Gumball grinned, knowing that word to be familiar but couldn't recall and Darwin had no clue so they just went along with it.

"Um….Anais?" Nicole asked, "Is that a word?"

"It should be Mom, you of all people should know what that is." Anais said casually. But she looked over at her confused Mother and obviously humored Father who was holding back laughter. Anais grinned and then decided to define it.

"Cum; Latin Origin, it's a word used more in older non useful British English that can be a conjugation to imply; when, because or although." Anais explained. Nicole then made a "Oooh" with her lips and then turned back to the board.

"I thought you would've known what that is, since you studied old-time British English in school for acting classes." Anais added, not trying to sound disrespectful. Darwin then looked up the word and exclaimed; "I found it!"

Gumball and Anais indifferently looked over at him, clearly a little more focused in something else.

"It's also an Americanism, means….when a Male's organ makes an ejacu-"

"OH YEAH, NOW I RE-" Gumball cried but Nicole cut him off.

"ALRIGHT, YOUR TURN!" Nicole cheered, purposely. Anais and Gumball looked over at the somewhat stunned Darwin before the fish sighed and put the book down. Nicole quickly glanced at Richard who looked like he was going to die of laughter.

"Alright….I think I got a long word here!" Darwin cheered.

-Jamie's House—

"Well that was an interesting film, the sequel is coming on in a second." Mr. Small noted. Though Princess had fallen asleep, Jamie had made herself more comfortable in Mr. Small's arms, but still felt a little odd to do so. Kieara felt isolated the entire time, and had a hard time staying comfortable.

"Let's watch it, aint got much else to do." Kieara said, reaching over and grabbing another slice of pizza. The phone then rung, luckily the portable phone was right next to the pizza box. Mr. Small picked it up, nobody else made an effort too.

"Hello?" Mr. Small said, feeling Denise relax in her arms.

"Whose this?" A voice said on the other side.

"Uh, well this is the residence of-"

"Is the owner of this house a woman called Denise?" The voice said, cutting Mr. Small off. The cloud man grinned at his rudeness and quickness before complying. "Yes this is in fact the household owned by Denise, I presume you know her?" Mr. Small asked, noting his businessman like voice, but sounded mature and well stable. Like a very calm and successful rich man.

Jamie and Kieara didn't pay much mind but Denise groaned, "It's probably my Mortgage agent, tell him I'm not here." Denise said, casually and not even trying to keep her voice down. Mr. Small nodded before listening to this man.

"Is Denise there?" He asked.

"Um, no she's not here right now." Mr. Small said.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"A friend, and you?"

"….A friend." He replied, with a sense of humor. Mr. Small chuckled at this before Denise looked at him oddly. "Whats taking so long, tell Mark to beat it." Jamie and Kieara looked over at Mr. Small, unsure as to why he was taking so long as well.

"You're a funny guy, 'friend', but I guess you won't bother to identify yourself." Mr. Small said, leaning back. "But your name is Mark, right?"

"Nope. That's her Mortgage Agent." He said on the other line, with a chuckle.

"That is in fact her insurance agent." Mr. Small said, purposely outloud so that Denise would have a good idea of what's going on.

"Actually tell her, when you remember she's sitting next you, that I have something important."

"Oh….." Mr. Small then made a weird expression and looked at Denise. He handed the phone to her and the woman sighed at his inability to hang it up.

"Look sir, hurry it up, I have something to do." Denise demanded.

"I know, I know, I wasn't trying to interrupt." The man said on the other side. Denise didn't get the joke and continued to blast him. "Look here telemarketer, you better find another house to-"

"HARASS!" Darwin shouted, placing the words down on the board. Everyone clapped at this, since this was quite possibly the longest word their team had even used. The fish goofily placed them down on the board before announcing the meaning.

"Harass; the action of constant unwanted pestering! For example, Gumball harasses Jamie quite often!" Darwin said, gaining laughter from everyone at the table, but Gumball. He somewhat aggressively punched Darwin in the arm, but the fish didn't mind. "I love you too buddy!" Darwin joked.

"Well, write the points down Mom." Gumball said.

"Heh, O-Okay!" Nicole said, snickering as she wrote down the points. Anais then pulled out her blocks and looked at Darwin. "Thanks Darwin, that's just what I needed.

"Harass-MENT!" Anais said, adding M,E,N,T, to the end of the word. It stretched down long enough to reach the Double Point Space block. Anais then looked at the slightly interested Nicole. "Tally it, and multiply times two."

"Don't harass me about it, Jesus!" Nicole said, before writing it down and making Darwin a little mad. Richard then coughed, gaining everyone's attention. "Well, I think I have something up-"

"Up my sleeve." The voice on the phone said. Denise was confused before rolling her eyes. "What kinda sales tactic are we talking here, I've heard everything."

"Oh lets be real, you know who I am, I wanted to call in when I found out the truth." The man said, sounding concerned in a fake way.

"Wait…no you can't be." Denise whispered to herself. Jamie and Kieara then looked over at their mother, interested now.

"I mean, I didn't even see Princess." The man added, "And is it true, the oldest has got a boyfriend?" Denis cringed as she immediately got up and ran to the backyard, yanking the door open and forgetting to close it.

Jamie and Kieara looked over at the yanked open door before back at Mr. Small, who seemed to be unsure of what to do. "Who did you talk to?" Jamie asked. Mr. Small shrugged. "He didn't tell me anything, he just said he was a friend."

Jamie and Kieara shrugged and jumped up from the couch, sneaking over to the backdoor. "Hey, get away from there!" Mr. Small ordered. Kieara angrily motioned for him to sssssh! Mr. Small was about to yank them away but couldn't bring himself to do so, they somewhat seemed to know what they're doing.

"You're not going to see them!" Denise said, holding her head in her hand.

"I'm not trying to see them, I just wanted to talk business for a second."

"H-How did you know this?" Denise asked, quickly looking over at the two snooping kids. They seemed concerned for her, and Denise looked at them for a second before turning away. "You're still in Elmore?!"

"Well of course, I was only in Rehab for a year, I even got my job back." The voice said, with a hint of smugness in his voice. Denise was disgusted with the person, knowing exactly who he was, and he spoke like nothing had happened.

"LISTEN! You don't come around here, EVER!" Denise ordered.

"I might have to if you stop listening."

"Look, you can't see them, I have custody, remember!" Denise shouted. Kieara didn't know whats going on but Jamie's mind clicked when she heard the word 'custody'. Jamie looked over at her sister before pulling her away, a little confused.

"Kieara, she said custody!" Jamie flipped.

"So, what does that mean?" Kieara asked. Jamie looked over at the confused Mr. Small, then turned back to Kieara and whispered. Kieara's eyes grew in shock as she heard the answer.

"Its…."

"FATHER!" Richard shouted, placing down the letters to make the word. Nicole and Anais nodded, impressed he finally came up with something. "I think I deserve triple points." Richard said, with Gumball and Darwin folding their arms and acting smug.

"That's not how it works but seeing as how you barely have any points I'll multiply it times 3x." Anais said, writing it down on the paper. Nicole looked at her watch before realizing it was nearly ten o' clock. "Oops, I've overdone my stay!" Nicole joked before getting up and going to the kitchen.

"I have to deliver these groceries before they go bad, I'll be back in a jiffy, shouldn't take me longer than thirty minutes." Nicole said from the kitchen. Her family didn't seem to mind as they played on anyways.

"Richard, be a dear and help with the bags." Nicole said, going to the door with five bags in her hands.

"But I'm playing!" Richard whined.

"You just played, let Anais go ahead." Nicole said, "Get the groceries, I'm in the car." The woman then walked out the door as Richard sighed and got up, cracking his back before going to the kitchen. Gumball, Darwin, and Anais played on.

"Ugh, I'm bored." Gumball said, giving up.

"Yeah, me too." Darwin replied.

"I expected as much." Anais commented, watching her father carry a bunch of bags out the front door. The little rabbit then realized what time it was and shrugged. "The Olympics is on, you want to watch that?"

"Yeah sure." Gumball sighed, already putting his pieces in the bag.

"I hate watching the swimming part." Darwin commented, gaining the attention of his siblings. "The swimmers always swim so slow, usually monkeys and non-water creatures, there's never any fishes there unless they're from Africa or Australia."

"Eh, well we can send you over to London is it makes you feel better." Gumball joked as he placed the board in the box and walked away with it. Richard came back and closed the door, hearing the family car drive away. "What happened to the game?" He asked.

"We quit, we're going to watch the Olympics." Anais told him, jumping off her high chair. Gumball and Darwin jumped on the couch, turning on the television and leaning back. Richard nodded before yawning. "I'm going to bed, don't wreck anything until your Mom gets back."

"This isn't really how I planned the meeting to be, but I'm glad that at the very least you're not drunk."

"Listening to you asshole makes me want to be!" Denise said, noticing her kids staring at her before realizing they had been caught and ran back inside. "Please, look whatever happened in the past I'm trying to ignore."

"YOU AND I BOTH!" Denise cried before wiping the sweat off her forehead. "What do you want, make it fast!"

"I'm not trying to ruin your life, but I still have a part in the house you own." The man said, trying to make her understand.

"NO YOU DON'T! You said it yourself….if I let you…..do what you did, you'd give the house to me!" Denise said, not trying to think back to that. "Why are you doing this to me, why can't you just go!"

"I'm trying to, you think I like this?" The man said, sounding a little frustrated.

"You always sound innocent, until you actually touch us!" Denise scowled. "I've been on the phone for way to long, speak your last words, asshole!"

"Look, you'll be hearing from me a lot more now. I don't know who that man was who picked up earlier, but for us to finally be separate, we'll legally have to do this, I can't just make promises!"

"What!? You said it yourself, if I let you do all those things to m-"

"Stop bringing that up, I'm sorry, I was young and stupid!"

"You're stupid, and you sure as hell weren't young!" Denise said, feeling tears form in her eyes but she held them down. "You're the reason why our family has problems today, fuck the legal system, you're not coming back here."

"Well, I told you ahead of time, don't be surprised." He said, composing himself.

"Fuck you man…" Denise muttered before looking at the now empty doorway. "Please, just please I beg you not to come back." She heard a sigh on the other side. "I'll try and see if I can do it all on the phone but.."

"No, just, don't do anything please." Denise cried.

"Not happening, now you either make this quick or we'll have to do this for a long time." He said sternly.

"Make it quick or we'll do it for a long time….….those are the same words you told me, the ones that caused Princess to be born." She whispered to him. "You ruined everyone's life!" Her anger was defiantly building up, she felt herself losing her strength and wasn't going to put up for it.

"Will you stop it with that, I didn't know what I was doing."

"And you call yourself a man? Doing that to me? In front of my kids! An-"

"They're my kids as well, Denise, stop pushing me away."

"No FUCK YOU!" Denise screamed, feeling a layer of the portable phone crack. "YOU DIDN'T DO SHIT!"

"I gave them a house!" The man screamed.

"And it cost me my privates! My dignity! And a fat fucking loan, you just didn't buy it, you didn't give them anything!" Denise cried before realizing she had to hang up, and pray he wouldn't call again. "All I have you say you dumbass, is that if I ever see you or your friends come buy again….I'll shoot you, no matter what!"

"Denise pl-" The woman hung up and threw the phone to the ground. She stumbled for a second before refusing to go back inside. "I need a drink, I need a drink!" Jamie and Kieara had heard enough before Kieara took it to herself to get Mr. Small out.

"Small, you need to get out." Kieara demanded, rushing to the front door and opening it. The cloud man had heard some of the conversation, but didn't see why he had to get out. He didn't know who she was talking to.

"Wait a minute now, why should I leave?" Mr. Small asked.

"It's family business, and last time I checked you're not part of the family." Kieara said coldly, overrun with emotions to care about formalities. Mr. Small got up and slowly walked towards the door, waking up Princess for a brief moment. "Look, stop trying to push me away. Let me just see wh-"

"Steve, get out!" Jamie shouted from behind him. Mr. Small turned around in confusion, unaware Jamie would even saw that. "Wait….what did I do?"

"You've overstayed your welcome, you need to get out, NOW!" Jamie said, not caring for Mr. Small's opinions on the matter. The cloud man felt pressured, and deeply hurt that he was being told to leave. Kieara and Jamie were apparently mad at him for something. Mr. Small sighed as he closed his eyes and walked out the door. Kieara slammed it harshly before looking over at Jamie.

"I told you idiot, Small was nothing but trouble!" Kieara insulted.

"It doesn't mean it's his fault, but he surely fucked it up, Mom should've answered instead of listening to his stupid answers." Jamie said coldly before grabbing Kieara and approaching Princess. Mr. Small had listened from behind the door, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. 'They all think whatever happened is my fault, dammit!' He thought.

'Good job Small, you just about lost your only chance at a family.' He thought angrily, approaching his car and snatching the door open. He grumbled to himself angrily, unable to think clearly. He sat down and rested his irritated head on the stirring wheel, knowing he would be unable to drive in this heat after that devastation.

"This couldn't possibly get any worse." Mr. Small said, pulling out the water bottle inside the arm rest.

Nicole's car pulled up beside Mr. Small's, illegally parking in the street, the cat was a little confused on whose car it was. She couldn't see who was in the car and knowing this neighborhood it wasn't a good idea to go snooping in cars. She got out and grabbed the grocery bags, getting them all at once so she wouldn't have to make double trips.

"Damn, I'm getting tired." Nicole thought, the orange street light flashing on her in the dark neighborhood as she listened to the crickets chirp away and unrecognizable sounds of people talking. She walked up the cement pathway and placed the groceries down, then she knocked before immediately clinching the odd cramp in her stomach.

"Woah!" Nicole said, clinching painfully as she knocked again. "I know for a fact that they're not asleep." She said to herself, stretching the cramp out. Kieara and Jamie immediately noticed this knocking and knew who it was.

"Father." They both said as they rushed to their mother's bedroom. Denise was totally oblivious and was drinking some strong alcohol, trying to drain away what she heard. "It's nothing to worry about, just a prank call!" Denise told herself, downing some more.

Nicole knocked even harder this time before trying to open the door. "These people man, maybe they really are asleep?" Jamie and Kieara rushed back to the doorway, Jamie stood some feet away from it while Kieara was prepared to open it.

"The knocking stopped, go ahead and jump back!" Jamie said, pulling out the 9mm gun her mother hid underneath her bed. Kieara nodded. "Blast his head off and run!" The younger daughter then quickly unlocked and swung the door open.

"Oh thank God someone answered the DOOOOOOR!" Nicole screamed, raising her hands up when seeing the gun Jamie was holding. The girl immediately pushed down on the trigger but failed to get it to budge.

"WAIT JAMIE!" Kieara screamed.

"Holy shit!" Jamie said, dropping the weapon on the ground. Nicole had been scared to death before realizing what Jamie had done. She immediately ran over and picked the gun up from her feet, pulling it out of Jamie's reach. The girl attempted to get it back but knew her height is outmatched.

"THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! IS THIS HOW YOUR NORMALLY GREAT PEOPLE!" Nicole screamed at her.

"Oh my God….its…..just you….well at Ten or eleven something at night, yeah." Jamie said, relieved it was just Nicole. The mother then pointed behind her. "Go get the bags." Nicole said, a little irritated that she had been scared. Nicole kept inhaling, feeling like her heart nearly jumped out her mouth. Jamie didn't know why she listened but instinctively went over and grabbed the bags.

"Mrs. Watterson you can't stay here." Kieara demanded.

"Oh? Well you pulled that gun on me you better be happy I don't get you arrested!" Nicole shouted at the little girl before glancing over at the somewhat embarrassed Jamie. She then inspected the weapon before laughing to herself.

"You didn't flick off the safety, no surprise you didn't shoot." Nicole told her with a smile, before turning to a threating glare. "If you had I would've been on the ground, dead!" Jamie let out an embarrassed laugh but didn't really focus so much on it before grabbing the bags and running to the kitchen.

'What is going on here?' Nicole thought, 'They pull a gun and try and shoot, they're trying to get me to leave too.' The cat thought, walking into the room to the disapproval of Kieara. "You have to leave, this is none of your business."

"Your sister over there just tried to shoot me, I just received a self-invitation." Nicole quirked, approaching the backdoor. Kieara glared at Jamie before the older sister shot her an irritated frown, "You didn't tell me not to do it, so you're no better."

Nicole swiftly approached the backyard before spotting Denise who was turned the other way. The cat suddenly became hesitant, as Denise hadn't noticed her yet. 'She seems out of it.' Nicole thought, quickly observing the disturbed mother.

"Denise, I uh-"

"MOM, Mrs. Watterson barged in!" Kieara shouted, glaring at the blue mother. Nicole rolled her eyes before slowly approaching her friend. Kieara and Jamie worriedly looked at their mother, secretly hoping Nicole could knock some sense into her. Denise quickly noticed the approaching friend before eyeing her suspiciously.

"Wait a minute, back off!" Denise warned.

"Back off? What's up?" Nicole asked, purposely trying to sound casual. Denise quickly placed down her glass before backing up a bit, towards the picketed fence. Due to the darkness, Nicole couldn't see the glass at first but the light inside the house shined outside the window and revealed the beverage. The cat looked over for a second before back up.

"Jack Daniels?" Nicole asked, observing the color and smell. "You've been drinking again, haven't you?" Jamie and Kieara then noticed the alcohol themselves, unsure she still had some. However, everyone snapped out of it when Denise let out a chuckle, still backing up.

"I always keep a set, just in case." Denise taunted.

"Just in case? Sounds like a threat, what's going on?" Nicole asked, yet again. Nicole found her backing up suspicious, but she assumed that in her intoxicated mind she forgot a fence was there. "What do you mean Nicole?" Denise asked, frowning. "You're the intruder, trying to get me huh?"

"Get you for what?" Nicole asked, slowing down in her advancing. "I just came to deliver the groceries." Denise had a little grin before feeling the fence smack on her, unable to back up any further. Nicole immediately stopped, aware that Denise could try and attack unless she left a considerable amount of space between them.

"Can't go any further, c'mon, sit down and talk to me." Nicole offered, before nodding over at the table. "We could both have a drink." Denise let out a pitiful laugh. "That's your offer? The thing you just said I shouldn't be drinking, that Man should've taught you better." Nicole threw her arms in the air, "Whatever girl, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on."

"Who asked you!" Denise shouted, "You said you were here to drop the groceries off, idiot!"

"For one, you don't have to call me an idiot and secondly your daughters just tried to shoot me." Nicole said, a little mad. Denise then looked down at her kids, unaware of them until she mentioned them.

"Shoot? I didn't hear a shot, how'd you miss!" Denise spat. "Just aim the damn thing and blow her head off." Nicole nodded the entire time hearing this, convinced she was drunk. "Okay, and now it's time to sit down and talk." Jamie and Kieara didn't know how to react to the fact that their mother advocated to kill Nicole, even for her standards that's weird. "Nicole!" Jamie whispered loudly. The mother slowly titled her head in Jamie's direction, not taking her eyes off the drunk. "What's up?"

"Pow, in the head!" Jamie said, before receiving a nudge from her sister. "Stop it, we can't do that!"

Nicole understood the message, luckily Denise didn't even notice her daughter say anything. Nicole then heard another chuckle from Denise as she began to move sideways, towards the cross section of the wall. Nicole knew it wasn't appropriate but she found it humorous how Denise so slowly moved on the wall, as if she was trying to be a secret agent or something.

"I'm not in the mood for a game of tag." Nicole said, accidentally letting a chuckle out.

"Then why are you following me? Bitch." Denise said. Nicole didn't take to fondly of being cussed at but she understood the circumstances and put up with it. "Where are you going, there is nothing over there!" Nicole said, before looking at the kids.

"Go call the police, NOW!" Nicole said before looking over at Denise. She noticed Denise's eyes widen before bending over and turning around, Nicole watched her carefully before hearing gagging noises.

"ARRACK!"

"Ew, you're throwing up!" Nicole complained, unable to see anything in the dark. Nicole had to be sure however and looked closely, before noticing that she wasn't puking at all, just coughing.

"Never mind…." Nicole said, walking beside the bent over chocking mother. "Get up, you're making a fool of yourself." Nicole groaned, noticing her kids were still watching her from the doorway. " *Cough*, Heh, you think you can just insult me and get away with it?!"

"We're friends, isn't that what we always do?" Nicole asked, "Don't we always take shots at each other?" Denise laughed before nodding and reaching down in the dark, Nicole was oblivious to what she was doing.

"Speaking of shots, here's a good one." Denise groaned before jumping up. *POW* Nicole had no time to react before feeling her head twist back and her legs collapse. Her eyes were shut as she landed on the floor, her cheek flattened. As Nicole instinctively raised a hand to her cheek to feel the incredible amount of pain in her left jaw, she looked up at Denise. The mother was smiling, holding a medal pipe.

"Damn…" Nicole muttered, flickering her eyes and rubbing her cheek. "You knocked me on my butt!" Denise smirked, stumbling a bit. Nicole immediately noticed this but pretended to look away. "You hit me with a pipe?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have followed me, so who's the stupid ass now?" Denise asked, patting the pole on her opposite hand. Nicole shook her head, trying to regain her senses. 'I didn't say that, stupid-ass!' She thought before slowly backing up, but Denise followed her.

"It's not so much fun when a friend hurts someone like that." Denise said, obviously referencing something Nicole did. The cat frowned. "I didn't do anything wrong!" Denise nodded before looking over at her freaked out and astonished children.

"You're telling me that siding with their father and trying to get us isn't cruel?" Denise asked, putting the pipe to her side. "Look Denise, I don't know anything about their father! What the hell are you talking about!" Nicole shot, before Denise rolled her eyes and swung at her again. Nicole quickly put up her hands but missed grabbing the pole as Denise smacked the underneath of her arms.

"SHIT!" Nicole cried, feeling her arms shoot up in the wrong direction. Nicole quickly pulled them into her body, shielding them from any more swings. Denise however didn't stop and swung at her legs, poorly however as the pole scrapped on the ground, shooting sparks before hitting Nicole's right leg.

"STOP IT!" Nicole cried angrily, reaching for her legs. Denise looked over at her kids, which to her resembled slightly blurry figures. "Get the gun, I'll send her body back to your daddy!" Denise said, aiming at Nicole's head this time. She swung her arms back like a baseball bat, ready to bust her head open.

"You're no friend of mine!" Denise spat. Right before she swung, Nicole noticed what she had in mind and let her bruised leg go. Denise swung, but Nicole laid back on the ground, the poll managed to hit the tip of her chin, but Denise was under the impression she missed. Nicole collapsed, laying on her back in pain. She however didn't take her eye off that poll as Denise arched up and swung down like a hammer.

'I GOT HER!' Nicole thought, reaching up and catching the poll on its way down. Denise was stunned, forgetting that Nicole was rather quick, even while bruised and damaged. Nicole was glad she caught it, but didn't have time to rejoice, noticing that Denise wasn't letting go.

"BYE!" Nicole shouted, rolling in a ball and pulling Denise into her. "HEY!" The woman cried before Nicole pulled up her feet and shoved them into her stomach, knocking Denise away from her. The woman stumbled before falling over and crashing on the fence. Nicole slowly got up, feeling a sharp pain in the shin of her right leg. She tossed the poll over the fence and looked over harshly at her intoxicated friend.

The lights in other houses started to flicker on and the noises of dogs barking started in mass. Nicole looked around at the silhouette houses before down at the barely visible and irritated Denise. "Listen here you silly bitch!" Nicole shouted, almost unrecognizable to her but the woman hadn't been put in such a situation in a long time."I haven't said shit to you, and I didn't help your damn husband!"

Denise flinched at those words before getting up and and stumbling towards her. "Husband! Fuck no, he's your pimp! Congratulations! You managed to find a man worse than your own Richa-"

*POW*

Nicole swiftly and harshly popped her right in the jaw, enraged as Denise flipped back and fell on her butt. Nicole wasn't having any of it though, and planned to finish this.

"I almost feel sorry that you mentioned my husband!" Nicole shouted, grabbing her by the horn and lifting her to eye level. Nicole swung again and clocked her in the temple, disorienting Denise as she flipped back. Jamie and Kieara hadn't really reacted on anything, but Kieara felt a need to help her mother so she planned to run but Jamie held her back.

"Let Gumball's Mom deal with it." Jamie told her, trying not to care that her mother had been punched.

"She's beating the shit out of our Mom!" Kieara whispered.

"Let her deal with it." Jamie said, wishing Nicole would just knock her out.

Nicole did a hook to her chin, gaining an uncomfortable look on Denise's face. The woman was already just about knocked out, she couldn't feel anything else. "Next time you try and start shit with me, hitting me with a poll and saying I'm trying to capture you…" Nicole said, a little happier yet still enraged as she pulled Denise's head down and slammed it against her knee.

"Shit." Denise quietly muttered. Nicole didn't hear it as she lifted her head, planning to end it here. Nicole cocked back and slammed her fists into the sides of her head, causing Denise to collapse on the ground, losing all consciousness.

"….The next time…" Nicole muttered, breathing as she looked down at the unconscious mother. Nicole knew she couldn't hear her, but she had felt so betrayed. "….Next time….next time you damn cu-" Nicole then remembered that her daughters were watching her still. "….Uh…..I'll uh…. I'll take that damn bottle and smash it across your face!" Nicole shouted, feeling goofy and unsatisfied with that ending.

Nicole then looked at a neutral Jamie, who was clearly trying not to look weak here, and Kieara who had been staring at the ground, not wanting to look. Nicole felt guilty but knew it had to be done. She reached down and pulled the woman over her shoulder.

"She's knocked out." Nicole said, quietly. Jamie nodded as Kieara continued to watch Nicole carefully. The cat noticed this and walked up to the little heir of Denise. "Look, I know you don't trust anyone, but you need to communicate more, I'm tired of you ignoring me when I try to talk with you and then trying to insult me when its convenient." Nicole said sternly, but personally just wanted to get that out.

"Whatever, don't take it personally." Kieara said quietly.

"I'm not, but your Mom is drunk and you guys are pulling guns, I didn't need your rebellious attitude. I know you do this with most adults, but personally I'm tired of it." Nicole said, pulling her mother inside. Jamie glared at Kieara before following Nicole inside, Kieara unwillingly followed.

"Listen kids, I need you to put your sister in your room and you guys go to sleep." Nicole demanded.

"Where are you taking Mom?" Kieara asked, a little bitterly. "To the police station?" Nicole shook her head. "Of course not, I'm taking her to her bedroom." Jamie and Kieara nodded, immediately understanding. "Makes sense, she's drunk so she'll just shrug it off when she thinks nothing happened." Kieara said.

"True, but how do you explain the bruises when she wakes up?" Jamie asked, watching Nicole placed their mother in the bed. With the lights on they could see the bruises both on Nicole and Denise but Denise had them on her face mainly.

"This day turned out awful." Kieara muttered to herself. "It was supposed to be a nice movie night, until he called." Jamie then turned to her sister before patting her on the shoulder. "It's okay, he'll leave us alone, he can't seriously come back and expect not to face any problems."

Nicole had been listening the entire time as she changed Denise into her nightgown and placed her underneath the covers. The mother was fascinated with the conversation, so many clues leading up to this mystery 'dad' of theirs.

"So….which one of you are going to tell me about this father of yours?" Nicole asked. Jamie shook her head, Kieara not even hesitating to say no. "No way, we can't trust you." Kieara said. Nicole rolled her eyes, dismissing it as more of her sensitive, useless, always stupid attitude.

"Sure, you can't trust me." Nicole said, motioning for the kids to leave the bedroom. Nicole gave Denise a kiss on the forehead, even to the surprise of Nicole herself. The mother then left the bedroom to attend the children in need.

"Look, go to bed." Nicole said, a little tired herself. "I've overdone my stay here and my family is sure to be worried about me." The two kids nodded, before watching Nicole pick up the gun she earlier placed on the table. "Such a weapon can't be trusted with this family." Nicole said, grabbing her purse and storing it in there. "I'll give it back once I can confirm your mother is back to normal."

"Hey, now wait a minute." Jamie shot, "We need that weapon, and its ours."

"It's your mothers, who clearly didn't place it in an area where you couldn't reach it. Also, you don't need it." Nicole said, walking to the backyard once again. The kids following her like a magnate. "Nobody is coming for you or your family, no matter what stupid phone call prank you received."

"You don't understand." Jamie warned, feeling a little scared herself. "He's our Dad, he will come for us, or at least trick someone or do something!" Nicole looked up at them, and though they tried to hide it, they were clearly scared.

'If someone has a suspicion, they go out and look. If someone has experience, they'd shoot to kill.' Nicole thought, knowing a gun was a little overboard for Jamie and Kieara unless they seriously saw some type of threat. But she couldn't leave them here alone, even if she believed no one was coming as they might actually get it right this time and kill someone. Maybe she would sleep here.

"Jamie, you're trembling." Nicole said, astonished.

"W-Wha? No I'm not!" Jamie said, acting confused. The girl didn't like this so she shook her head before quickly walking out. "I'm going to go get a drink." Nicole watched her leave before noticing Kieara had chosen to stay and stare her down. Nicole didn't break eye contact as she grabbed the alcohol and walked back inside, finally turning away.

"We need that weapon." Kieara said, following her.

"Nothing will happen to you." Nicole said, feeling more and more uncomfortable about leaving the kids here.

"How do you know?" Kieara asked. "You don't even know what's going on, and I won't tell you."

"How comical can you get?" Nicole laughed to herself. "You want me to believe there's a problem but you can't even tell me?" She said, grabbing the groceries she earlier brought in and put them on the table. "You ignore me or don't act honestly, and you expect me to make the situation better? I don't know the situation I'm supposed to save you from."

"I told you, Father, Killing us." Kieara said, emphasizing the last words.

"He won't kill you, do you even know where he is?" Nicole asked, "Denise is single, she's been that way for a long time." Kieara shrugged, watching the mother put the groceries in the fridge. "No we don't, but he wouldn't have called us if he wasn't near."

"You don't know that." Nicole said, placing the milk in the far back of the refrigerator. Kieara was getting angry at her comments, dismissing everything she said despite having no clue what's going on.

"We don't try and shoot people for fun! If you're going to take the gun away, we'll just use a knife instead!" Kieara angrily said. Nicole seemed to stop doing what she was doing but hadn't turned around. Kieara shook her head before walking away. Nicole was too busy enjoying the cool air from the fridge while considering the alternatives.

'Again, nobody pulls a gun unless they see some considerable danger.' Nicole thought before getting up and peaking at the three girls, Princess still asleep, the rest were bummed on the couch. 'It wouldn't be appropriate to leave three helpless kids in a suggestive environment…I guess I could bring them back home.' Nicole sighed before resuming with the grocery situation, stuffing more food in their respective areas before finishing and throwing the plastic bags in the trash. She walked to the living room and stood in front of the two awake kids, both of them looked at her uneasily.

"Look, I'm not giving you the weapon back, but if you want, I'll let you guys come home with me." Nicole offered.

"Come home with you?" Kieara asked, humored and in disbelief. "We don't need your help, we just need the gun." Nicole nodded, with a little grin. "You can't shoot, you've established that already." Jamie then got up. "While I'd enjoy going home with you, we're not going to run away."

"You always look at it wrong, running is running, it's not being smart, and being smart isn't the same as staying In a place of danger. You'd shoot yourself in the foot before shooting someone else, and your mother is knocked out? It'd be better if I could keep my eye on you at all times." Nicole said, pulling her car keys out and dangling them in front of the kids. Princess's eyes fluttered open to the sound of the keys.

"Consider it running if you will, but you can either stay here or come with me." Nicole said, before turning around and walking to the door. Jamie rolled her eyes, knowing without a doubt that they'd fair better with Nicole. "I'd go, but we're not going to leave without our Mom." Jamie said, hinting that she should take her along. Kieara didn't like the idea of leaving but she just listened to her older sister.

"Fine, I'll bring her along." Nicole said, a little worried and yet excited at the same time. She walked back to her room, with the three kids following, although Princess didn't really understand what was going on.

"Go to the car, I'll be down with your mother in a second." Nicole said, walking into the bedroom and turning on the lights. "Shit, you're heavy."

-In front of the Watterson's House, 11:34pm—

"Alright, get out." Nicole announced, stepping out into the cool night air. She smiled, glad the heat finally wore off as Jamie, Kieara and a sleepy Princess wobbled out the car's backseats. As the dogs made an occasional bark and the cars from a far drove by, Nicole hustled in pulling the unconscious mother out the front seat.

"Ooh, new light poll." Jamie commented, looking at its bright white glow. Nicole didn't hear as she carried the mother on her back, cringing in pain as she kicked the door closed. "I'm too old for this!" Nicole mustered as she stumbled down the darkened concrete pathway. She snagged her keys out her purse, trying not to drop Denise as she got to the door.

"The family should be asleep, don't worry about disturbing them." Nicole said as she opened the door. To her surprise both Gumball and Darwin were sitting on the couch, watching television. Gumball hadn't noticed the girls yet but mustered an indifferent wave before leaning over to Darwin.

"Do you think you can swim faster than Michael Phelps?" Gumball asked, watching intensely at the screen. Darwin shrugged. "He's not a fish, so maybe, he's pretty fast for his kind however." Darwin said before watching another racer. "What about the newbie, Lockte?" Gumball asked, curious if Darwin would ever say 'yes.' "No, still couldn't, he's just as fast as Phelps, but did you see how fast that one Chinese girl swam!" Darwin said, remembering who she was. "They think she's doping, I think she's just half fish."

"What are you kids still doing up?" Nicole asked, but the two ignored her.

"No, she's normal. You know how they train Olympians in China right? It's crazy, like they start at our age in these camps, they're crying and everything, shouldn't that be illegal?"

"Not if it makes you swim like a fish, I also hate the fact that fishes can't compete in swimming." Darwin puffed before looking over at Nicole. Following her was the three sisters, to the surprise of the two children. "What are you doing here, Kieara?" Darwin asked. The little sister turned to Jamie. "See, told you Darwin liked me."

"He just knows you more, don't kid yourself." Jamie whispered as she uncomfortably walked inside. Gumball stared at her before smirking. "Where do you think you're going?" Jamie immediately stopped, losing her two uncomfortable sisters before scratching her head. "Something wrong?"

"Um, yeah, sit over here!" Gumball whined, Jamie immediately exhaled. This entire thing felt weird and she didn't like being forced to come to a house because she's scared. But at the same time, she felt a lot safer, her father probably didn't know about the Wattersons. Not yet.

"Gumball get off, the girls are sleeping on the couch." Nicole announced, unsure of where to put Denise. Obviously it had to be respectful and not somewhere goofy. "Wait, there's an old bed in the attic." Nicole said to herself as she lifted Denise up the stairs.

The three girls walked over to the couch which the two boys occupied. While Kieara and Darwin looked at each other oddly, both Jamie and Gumball looked at each other with incredible desire. The cat didn't even bother to wait, excusing himself from the couch and intercepting the girl. Standing in her face, something he did commonly when wanting to kiss. Jamie was worried and scared, but felt more confident and energetic when Gumball stood in front of her. Both Kieara and Darwin looked at them oddly before ignoring it and Princess looked like she was about to collapse.

Gumball didn't say a word but grabbed her two hands with his own, before popping his eyes brows at her. "What are you doing here?" Gumball whispered. Jamie shrugged, "A little problem, nothing you can't handle." Gumball grinned at this statement. "What's the problem?" Jamie chuckled, before playing along. "My mouth is really dry." Gumball cocked a brow. "No water at your house?" The girl laughed before leading him to the kitchen, backing him up on the kitchen counter.

"Actually, now that we're alone, I need you to give me something to drink." Jamie hinted, Gumball was catching on a little.

"Oh, well then I guess you want a 'proper'?" Gumball asked.

"Hell no, I said 'drink' means it needs to be 'sloppy'." Jamie joked before leaning in. Gumball smiled as he leaned in as well. "I really like sloppy with you." Jamie felt his lips collide with hers, as they began their adventure. Feeling a lot of weight relieve her shoulders, now occupied with Gumball's massaging hands. Her tongue swirled on his, giving thanks in any way she could. Gumball's moaned increased as she placed a hand on his chest. Though Gumball was still odd about it, he reacted warmly when Jamie decided to touch him in 'odd' places.

"Lower?" Jamie asked, dropping her hand to his stomach.

"I didn't say anything." Gumball said, kissing her cheek.

"Oh, you want it lower?" Jamie asked lewdly, putting her hand to where his bladder would be.

"I'm sure I didn't say anything." Gumball whispered, hugging her as he licked her nose.

"Oh, now I know exactly where you want it." Jamie grinned, dropping her hand on his crotch. 'Oh crap, she's doing it again.' Gumball thought, squeezing her in even closer as he began to make out with her again. As they exchanged breathes and saliva, Jamie made circular motions with her hand on his crotch.

"Mmm…O-Oh!" Gumball moaned, pulling his hips back as she pushed her hands forwards. Jamie smiled, knowing how far she was going to take it before sucking on his tongue. They both heard a pair of feet walk towards the kitchen, groaning no less as Jamie pulled back and released Gumball. Both a bright blush on their faces as Darwin flicked on the lights.

"Gumball, we have to pull the bed out for the girls to sleep in." Darwin said. Gumball coughed before straightening his collar and pulling his shirt below his crotch in embarrassment. Jamie looked at him humorously but Darwin either didn't get it or didn't really seem to care.

"C'mon, don't sit there!" Darwin said, walking backwards into the living room.

"Do a good job." Jamie chuckled before slapping Gumball's behind, causing the little cat to jump. However he couldn't help but smile at her suddenly joyful mood, a lot better than previously in the day. Gumball walked out the kitchen and assisted Darwin in pulling the bed out of the couch. Jamie with a little smile attended her sisters in watching.

"Don't pull your backs, boys." Jamie teased, getting a quick and humored look from Gumball and a comically questioning look of rhetoric from Darwin. Kieara noticed Jamie's mood and turned to her, whispering to the sister.

"What's so funny? You do realize we have to go back tomorrow." Kieara said.

"Y'know, maybe we were just being paranoid?" Jamie asked, undoubtedly more positive now that she kissed Gumball. "He won't come back, he won't ever come back, it was a prank."

"That prank was pretty specific!" Kieara said, a little more loudly. Gumball and Darwin were carefully listening, despite their quiet talk as they put a blanket on top of the sheet they set up. Jamie rolled her eyes before looking at Kieara. "We're not going to let him bother us, you need to get with the program." Jamie told her. "You're delusional." Kieara mustered back. Jamie angrily turned to her, "Just because you say 'I'm delusional, or 'I'm never going to get it', doesn't make your point true!"

Gumball and Darwin looked at each other worriedly before finishing up the bed, almost in a sloppy manner. Once finished, they nodded at each other and ran over to the respective girls. Jamie was staring down Kieara before being pushed back by Gumball. "Hey babe!" He clumsily said with a goofy smile.

Jamie stared at him for a second before trying to look over his shoulder at Kieara. "Hey I was talking to h-" Gumball locked lips with her, managing to get her to shut up. Jamie felt his tongue harass hers, still in shock but slowly managed to join with him. Jamie slightly separated her lips from his.

"Ooh, couldn't wait could we?" Jamie whispered.

"Anything to make you happy." Gumball whispered before cupping her cheek and locking lips again.

"Darwin, what are you doing?" Kieara said, swiping her hand away from his. "What's your problem, can't you see I'm talking!" Darwin shuttered at her aggressiveness before making up an excuse. "I didn't want you to….uh….in-interrupt them!" Darwin lied, pointing over to Jamie making out. Kieara stared at her for a second before snarling at Darwin.

"Who the heck cares! They do it all the time!" Kieara screamed at the uncomfortable fish, she took another glance before feeling a little sick in her stomach. "She just does it wherever, whenever, always in front of me…." Kieara said before sighing and looking back at her Watterson sibling counterpart. "….And your older brother always kisses in front of you." She said softly, almost in defeat. Her eyes for some reason stared at the fish's shoes before letting out a sharp sigh. "Doesn't it get annoying sometimes?" She asked. Darwin at first wasn't taking anything she was saying seriously but he then realized that what she's saying was true in his case.

"Yeah I guess." Darwin muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess you just want them to stop?"

"Mmm….sorta, but really its irritating that I can't do it." Kieara whined before painfully taking another glance at them. "Do those fuckers ever come up for air?"

"Heh, no, Gumball has gotten better at holding his breath and breathing through his nose." Darwin said, trying to chip in some humor. Kieara looked at him oddly. "You've been forced to watch them for so long that you've actually noticed tiny stuff like that." She noted, Darwin immediately blushing before sighing. "Yeah…I know."

"….Y'know…." Kieara randomly said, staring at the ceiling while fiddling with her fingers. She them made an over exaggerated smile, but to Darwin it looked legit. "I have a GREAT IDEA!" She said, Darwin managed to push a smile before nodding. "What is it?" Kieara looked over for a second before back at Darwin.

"Ever kissed a girl?" Kieara asked. Darwin's smile turned off as he oddly looked at her. "Uh…that's the idea?" Kieara rolled her eyes before nodding. "Before I say it, have you ever done something like that."

"Well…..no." Darwin said before thinking back. "Well….actually I did kiss this one cloud girl, her name is Massami, but it was in the treehouse." Kieara nodded before shrugging. "Well, I've never kissed a boy for realz, so maybe you'd….uh….sorta want to kiss."

"I want to kiss?" Darwin asked, restating what she said. "With who?"

"With me." Kieara said, knowing Darwin wouldn't necessarily be all for it. The fish stared at her for a second before back over at Gumball. He shrugged, uncomfortably as Kieara continued to stare at him closely. "C'mon, is that a yes?" She asked, taking old advice from her sister and leaning in. Darwin started to sweat a little before backing up a bit.

"M-Maybe we should um, hold hands instead?" He suggested. Darwin wanted to do it but it just felt weird and always felt odd about kissing in general. Kieara nodded and grabbed his two fins before pulling him in, puckering her lips as she did so.

"Darwin, it doesn't mean anything, just a quick one." Kieara said softly before locking lips with the astonished fish. His eyes lit up as he felt his mouth become occupied by her own. Speaking of which he immediately pushed his tongue out to greet his kisser. Kieara was a little stunned by the fact that he was willing to French kiss with her, almost forcing it on her. Darwin had no idea what he was doing, and just did what he always saw Gumball do. Both of them had their eyes open, uncomfortably so they immediately shut them upon realization.

Jamie and Gumball giggled at each other, constantly pecking at each other's lips before Jamie spotted Kieara and Darwin. From her angle, it just looked like Kieara was standing in front of Darwin, but her head kept moving so it looked odd. Jamie however kept giggling as Gumball pecked at her neck, tickling the little girl before Jamie's smile slowly dropped. She moved her head closer to the scene before trying to focus her sight. She raised a hand and slightly tapped Gumball, immediately losing interest in him.

"W-Wait, Gumball chill for a second, I'm trying to see something." Jamie said, taking a step forwards. Gumball looked at her before frowning, presuming he had done something wrong or someone was watching them. He casually looked over at Kieara and Darwin before back over at Jamie.

"What are you looking at? Those two?" Gumball asked.

"Uh huh….hey…wait a minute." Jamie said, slowly walking over to the scene of the two younger siblings. Gumball followed her, not at all sure of what she was looking at. "Let's get back to kissing." He suggested. Jamie however completely ignored that comment before getting closer and closer, suddenly realizing what they were doing.

"Oh my God." Jamie said in shock to herself, watching Kieara and Darwin passionately yet somewhat forcefully kiss each other. Kieara could hear them talking, so she kissed even harder, wrapping her hands around his head. Gumball walked up and then realized what captured Jamie's attention.

"Darwin, what are you doing?" Gumball cried.

The two slowly broke apart, leaving a seductive look on Kieara and a more stunned looked on Darwin as they both slowly turned two the shocked counterparts. "Yes, do you have a problem?" Kieara asked. Gumball and Jamie looked disgusted, before looking at each other, making odd and confusing gestures.

"W-What are you doing!" Gumball stuttered.

"You're kissing each other!" Jamie cried.

"….So?" Kieara said, rolling her eyes before giving them an irritated glare. "You do it all the time." Darwin nodded, still a little uneasy about what happened. "Yeah, you guys always kiss, in front of me, all the time!" Gumball and Jamie let out a sharp sigh before explaining themselves.

"Well I mean, uh…" Gumball started but suddenly lost his excuse as to why he made out so often. Both Kieara and Darwin waited impatiently, knowing they would be unable to answer. Jamie waited before realizing Gumball would be unable to answer.

"Do you actually love her, Darwin?" Jamie asked, almost in a rhetoric manner. Kieara grinned at this before silently waiting for Darwin to answer, uncomfortably. Darwin started to sweat as he found himself in a bad position, unable to say 'yes' because he didn't, and 'no' because it would hurt or affect Kieara.

"Yeah….um…"

"Alright people, it's time for bed!" Nicole announced, coming downstairs. The kids continued to watch Darwin before sighing and giving their attention to Nicole. The mother observed the bed before nodding, "Good job boys, now go upstairs, you're sure as heck not sleeping here." Nicole stated, pointing towards the stairway. Both the boys immediately waved at each other's female counterpart before ditching the girls and sprinted upstairs.

"Oh jeez Darwin, what's wrong with you!" Gumball scolded, walking down the hallway. Darwin frowned before sighing, "You guys just kiss so often and w-"

"So you randomly decided to kiss Kieara! What the heck?" Gumball shouted before opening their bedroom door. Darwin stared at him in disbelief. "Cut me a break Gumball, it's not a big deal!"

"It is to Kieara, she likes you! But you obviously don't like her!" Gumball pointed out.

"….Yeah, but we didn't do it…for that re-"

"Yeah, girls never say what they mean dude!" Gumball shouted, walking up to the bunk bed. Anais awoke from their loud chattered, rubbing her eyes in irritation. "Can't you guys shut up?" She asked sourly. Gumball glared at her, but refused to acknowledge her comment.

"All I'm saying is that's weird, and you shouldn't go out and kiss people so randomly." Gumball said, climbing to the top of the bunk bed. "You have no idea how ironic that sounds." Darwin said, climbing on top of the dresser.

"I know Jamie and I kiss in random places, but we're boyfriend and girlfriend, you kinda have to get over that." Gumball explained, Anais groaned before realizing the boys left the lights on. "One of you get down and get the light!" She shouted. Darwin groaned, jumping down from the dresser and walking to the doorway. "I can kiss whoever I want, get off my back."

"I'm on your side, but it's just random, girls may actually think you like them when you do that crap." Gumball said, stripping to his underwear and tossing the clothes onto the floor. Anais again snarled at the fact that he didn't put it in the hamper. "Stop talking about kissing girls, you guys freak me out." Anais shouted at them, both this time listened to her and stop talking.

"Well, at the very least y-"

"SSSSSH!" Anais shushed at Darwin, who groaned before flicking off the lights and closing the door. Gumball smirked before resting his head on the pillow, trying to ignore the small amount of hot air that remained present from the current day. During weather like this, Gumball often envied his adopted brother who slumbered in a cool fish bowl. Anais could say the same, but was more concerned with falling back to sleep than anything. As much as Anais tried to, she couldn't fall asleep, something was bothering her.

'This day is weird, why are those girls here?' Anais thought, thinking to ask her brothers. "Hey guys, can I ask you something?" Both Darwin and Gumball opened their eyes and looked around, waiting for a reply. "Yeah sure?" Gumball said. "What's up?"

"Why are those girls here?" Anais asked, often defining them as 'girls' because she wasn't used to a female dominance in the house besides her Mom. Gumball shrugged before replying, "Something about a problem, or whatever, I don't know." Darwin cut in as well, popping his head out the bowl. "Actually, I saw Mrs. Mom carry Jamie's Mom up the stairs."

"Really? When?" Gumball asked.

"Right when they walked in." Darwin commented.

"Why was she 'carried', why didn't she just walk?" Anais asked Darwin. The fish shrugged and prepared to go under again. "Look I don't know, I just saw it, I heard the girls talk about some 'dad' or something?"

"Our Dad?" Anais asked.

"No, I'm sure it was theirs, wherever he is." Gumball said, a little casually before shooting up and realizing something. "Actually, now that I think about it…."

"What?" Anais and Darwin asked in unison.

"….Have you seen their Dad?" Gumball asked them, both moaned an 'Nn Uh'. Gumball sighed before dropping back down into his bed. "Well, maybe he came back, I think that's what they were talking about."

"Look, let's not make any assumptions yet." Anais warned, but Darwin was quick to speculate. "They talked about something dangerous, like they were in danger."

"They could be, that's why Mom brought them over." Gumball said, intrigued as he stared at his night stricken black roof. "It makes sense now, Mom is trying to protect them!" Darwin replied. Gumball nodded but then realized something.

"Wait, what if that danger comes here?" Gumball asked.

"….I dunno, we don't even know what it is." Darwin said, reassuringly. Anais groaned and tried to stop them. "Look, stop trying to figure it out, just go to bed I regret asking." Anais said, situating herself in the bed. "But if the danger does come here, whatever it is, they might have to go." Anais warned, both Darwin and Gumball knowing it to be true.

Unaware to the three siblings, was another three, all of them carefully listening at the doorway. Jamie grinned before hearing a dead silence and pulling away. She motioned the kids to follow her to the stairway where they could talk about it. All of them sat down, away from ear range of the kid's room.

"Well, we better tell them." Kieara suggested. "Although I don't like their readiness to kick us out."

"Yeah, that's bothered me too, especially since Gumball suggested danger." Jamie sighed, scratching her arm. Princess looked a little tired, but still curious as to what happen. "So, wait, what happened again?" Princess asked.

"Mommy got a call from Daddy, tried to calm herself down, got drunk so Mrs. Watterson came over and knocked her out." Kieara informed. "Is she okay?" Princess asked. "Sure, I guess." Jamie replied, still worried about what Gumball and Anais said.

"I feel odd." Kieara randomly said. "I feel odd, almost being forced to come here."

"Yeah, we all do, but there is nothing you can do about it." Jamie sighed, wishing she had planned the night a bit better. "And jeez, Mr. Small, we kicked him out like that." Kieara looked over at her, unsure as to why she said that. "He shouldn't have been there, simple as that."

"I guess, but I don't care." Jamie said. "We could've handled it better."

"Oh whatever, point is, we can't sit here and let him find us." Kieara said, a bit secretly. Princess nodded in agreement with the sister. "If Daddy really is so bad, shouldn't we go somewhere more safe?" Jamie chucked before rolling her eyes. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad, we were overreacting, we didn't even hear the call anyways."

"Judging by the way Mom reacted, it wasn't just a joke." Kieara warned.

"I know, but he might have been sincere, you know how Mom would freak out i-"

"Well he fucking deserves it! You know what he did to us!" Kieara snapped, before nodding her head towards Princess. "And we have to live with it, every fucking day." Jamie glared at her, unsure as to what she was saying. Princess suddenly felt like she had no reason to voice her opinion, especially since they were discretely talking about her it. Their gestures weren't very secretive, she could clearly see them motioning towards her.

"Are you implying you hate Princess?" Jamie asked, a little sternly.

"W-What!" Princess cried, looking over at Kieara.

"Obviously not!" Kieara shouted back, "But you know why she's here! It wasn't something Mom wanted!" Jamie blinked, almost stunned before looking at Princess and back at Kieara. She suddenly felt a need to shut Kieara up before she said anything else.

"Why are you saying this so damn loud!" Jamie shouted. "And right in front of her!"

"Are you guys hiding something from me?" Princess quietly asked, but it was ignored.

"Who the fuck cares anymore!" Kieara whispered loudly, ready to leave this scene. "The point is, we have to get the gun and go home!" Jamie watched her, knowing she was right. "Agreed, we can't stay here."

"Excuse me, but you're not going anywhere." Nicole's voice said from above. All three of the girls shouted before stumbling to their feet, unaware she was even in the area. Kieara was the first to reply, obviously.

"You can't control us." She threatened.

"Yes I can, your mother would want me to I'm sure." Nicole said rather calmly.

"Stop pretending like you know what's going on." Jamie spoke up, earlier remaining silent about Nicole's constant controversial statements. "You keep giving suggestions, like you know anything about us!"

"Ha, you guys pretend like you speak a different language." Nicole joked, leaning on the wall. "Just because you come from the Southside you think you know everything and I know nothing, huh?" Nicole asked, almost rhetorically. Jamie and Kieara cringed, knowing she could see right through them.

"Doesn't change the fact that the way you handle problems is different from our way." Jamie pointed out.

"Your ghetto way means nothing." Nicole immediately shot down, not losing any ground. Jamie and Kieara were a little taken back by her not-so subtle terminology. "I know you would just call the police Mrs. Watterson, well that NEVER works!" Kieara said. "Especially with us."

"It doesn't if you always make the police hate you." Nicole said, getting off the wall. "I don't know if you know this or not but I often hung out on the Southside." Jamie and Kieara were a little surprised but didn't change their attitudes. "Spent most of my time there, even though I didn't like it." Nicole said, before looking at the kids.

"Remember, I am your Mom's old best friend, I knew exactly what she did and I did it too." Nicole pointed out, motioning for the kids to walk down the stairs. "I still try to handle problems on my own, but generally I know what I'm doing." Nicole joked.

Jamie and Kieara looked over at her, walking down into the living room. Nicole watched them scan her intensely. "I've also shot a person before, shot multiple people." Nicole said, serious. Jamie could see the tone immediately switch off. "I didn't like it, and I don't like it now."

"Who did you shoot?" Kieara asked.

"It was a couple of thieves but it doesn't matter, Guns kill people, you should trust the police more often rather than assuming a shootout will solve everything." Nicole said, leading the kids to their beds. All three of the girls were rather silent as her story sounded Non-fiction.

"I don't enjoy thinking about it, but I had the same readiness to shoot that you girls did." Nicole said, pulling back the blankets. "The point Is, I shoot when the police cant." Jamie instinctively nodded, almost in fear of something. "If your father is such an awful person as your Mom said, he would've shot you guys seeing that gun." Nicole said, situating the pillows.

"Get in." She commanded. The girls immediately did as they were told, not trying to connect in eye contact with the stern mother. As the girls got situated in the bed Nicole went over and prepared to turn off the lights.

"That story is why I won't let you have that gun. Now, you girls have nothing to worry about, I'll surely stop anyone from hurting you." Nicole said, before flicking off the room light. The girls didn't reply, surely hoping she would leave soon so they could talk amongst themselves.

"Goodnight, I don't want to hear you snooping around my kid's door." Nicole said, walking up the stairs. The girls knew that comment was awkward but left it alone and waited until she was gone to start talking.

Nicole opened the door to the bedroom where Richard lay, he himself was a little hyped up from all the soda he had drunk. Richard rolled over and noticed the look of uncertainty on Nicole's face. "Something wrong?" He asked.

"The girls, they were talking near the kid's door." Nicole informed. Richard shrugged. "So?"

"So? They're talking about killing their 'supposed' Dad, and then they got into an argument about Princess but I didn't get the relevance." Nicole said, striping down into her undergarments. "Those kids worry me."

"Why?" Richard asked. "They're not that bad."

"Kids who try and shoot me are that bad, Richard." Nicole said, with a hint of scarce in her voice. "I'm afraid Gumball or maybe Darwin and Anais will pick up on this." Richard giggled at the statement. "They won't. They're pretty smart you know."

"….Yeah sure, but they're also pretty gullible." Nicole pointed out. "I didn't want them to associate with people like Jamie for a reason, but I let it slide because…..well….you know." Richard blinked, "No I don't know."

"I mean….it was during that time, a few months ago, when Gumball made me mad and I slapped him…..sent him to your Mom's house….he tried drugs…..remember?" Nicole asked him. Richard thought for a second before making a goofy expression and nodding. "Yeah, sure do!"

"Back then I just wanted Gumball to get over it, so I sorta let him do what he wanted." Nicole said, getting underneath the covers. "And Jamie seemed normal."

"She still is, just having a problem." Richard said.

"Richard, that entire family is having a problem." Nicole said.

"They always do, don't they?" Richard asked.

"Yeah…..that's why I feel weird. If the danger was so evident that Jamie had to use a gun, should I have really brought them to a place where my kids rest?" Nicole asked, putting a hand on Richard's sweaty chest. The heat was evident in this room all day. "I mean, I can't have my kids pulling guns….I don't want to be selfish." Nicole whispered, snuggling with him.

"Then don't….just leave them alone." Richard muttered, reaching over and turning off the lamp. Nicole felt better now that Richard wrapped his arms around her. But still bothered by the three kids stupid decision.

"You're right, its best I let them handle it." Nicole said, before making a little grin and kissing Richard on the cheek. "My big strong snuggle-man is pretty smart." Nicole said, almost like a baby, making Richard giggle like a child.

"Heh….just do what you feel is right Nicole." Richard said, feeling Nicole's hands sink down to his back. Nicole moaned, wrapping her legs around him before giving him another kiss. "I know, I know, I'm just a little worried, but they'll be out tomorrow."

"Okay, fine by me." Richard said, childishly.

"Speaking of fine…" Nicole muttered, taking one of her hands and placing it near his briefs. "How about a nice hot night of-"

"Eh, not tonight." Richard said, feeling her hand suddenly stop. Nicole was a little stunned, she personally needed a little relief. "Ah, eh? Wait why not?"

"Busy day tomorrow, need all the strength I can get." Richard muttered, turning away from Nicole. The blue cat sighed, not even caring a to what he was doing as she released him and rolled away. She moaned in realization of how soft her pillow was, but her stomach felt a little weird. The idea that Denise went crazy and now she's in their house bothered her.

"Richard?" Nicole asked, still lying down.

"Hmm?" Richard moaned, slowly falling asleep.

"….Where did we put the gun?" Nicole asked.

"The gun? You mean the guns'?" Richard asked, a little worried as to why she asked the question. Nicole 'Mm Hmm'd' him before Richard thought for a second. "Three under the bed, two in the wall of the hallway." Richard then hesitated when hearing her silence, but needed an answer.

"Why exactly did you ask?" Richard asked.

"I just wanted to make sure, just in case something bad happens." Nicole said, before falling asleep. The house remained astonishingly quiet. The girls downstairs tried to make little noise when they made their way to the bathroom. The Watterson kids were rather tired so they didn't get up. Richard slept as usual but Nicole constantly woke up and checked on the three kids downstairs, just to see if they had gone anywhere.

-The Next Morning, 9:01pm—

Denise awoke from her slumber, the sunlight was burning her body and the awfully broken mattress was wearing on her back. Getting up slowly she realized she had her day clothes on. Her mind was a little fuzzy, unable to recognize where she was.

"Where the fuck…" She muttered to herself.

Getting up from the bed she immediately took notice of the plank that was directly above her, staring at it before realizing it was a series of boards to the roof. She observed the room before concluding the indicators that she was in an attic.

"I need to get out of here." Denise muttered, rubbing her head and grinning at the sore spots that covered her face. She was sure her green skin either looked red or purple now, her lips felt bloated and her head ached. "I must've been drunk…..but I don't remember drinking anything." Denise said as she stumbled over to the floor hatch.

"Alright, time to find out whose place this is….wait a minute." Denise said to herself, before flashing back to what happened earlier in the night before. "That man….he called me!" Denise scrambled away from the hatch before looking out the window of the attic. The light was too bright to see out of, at least for her currently sensitive eyes.

"He must have me!" Denise thought, suddenly feeling the need to escape. "I'm sure that door leads to his hallway!" The mother ran over to it and lifted it slowly, hearing some soft footsteps. Denise listened carefully before seeing the shadow in the brightly lit hallway get closer and closer to beneath the attic's floor door.

'I'll get this fuck.' She positioned her knees and feet out of the attic and hung herself, ready to jump whomever it was. As the shadow came to its fullest point, Denise jumped out of the attic, feeling her knock down and crash on someone. Denise however messed up and also crashed on the ground. However she quickly jumped up and looked down at the person she smashed.

"Wait…Nicole?" Denise asked, looking down at the blue cat wearing a pink robe. Nicole carefully looked up at her before clinching her teeth and rising to her feet.

"YOU!" She shouted.

"Nicole, what am I doing here?" Denise asked, now letting her guard down and dismissing her suddenly angry attitude. Nicole remained unchanged and felt extremely taken-advantage of, this and her early morning attitude typically exaggerated her current mood.

"I can't talk to ANY OF YOU WITHOUT GETTING HURT!" Nicole screamed, Denise again paid it no mind. "Why am I here?" Nicole sighed before giving Denise a disapproving irritated glare. "You got drunk last night and tried to hit me, I had to knock you out and bring you here."

"….Wait? You beat me?" Denise asked in disbelief.

"Of course." Nicole said, still a little mad. "Have you come to your senses?"

"Well I guess so, where is my kids?" Denise asked.

"Speaking of which." Nicole said, motioning for Denise to follow her down the stairs. As they got to the bottom she pointed to the six kids who currently occupied her living room. Denise felt relieved at the sight of her three kids chewing away at some cereal. Darwin was the first to notice, before nudging Gumball, whom nudged Jamie and whatever, eventually all the kids spotted her.

"Hi." They said in unison, before looking back at the Olympics.

"Jeez, I hate NBC's coverage of this." Anais snarled.

Denise blinked before looking back at the curious Nicole. "Did I do anything humiliating last night?" She asked, almost between them only. "Well, nothing THAT bad. But we'll talk about it later." Nicole said before Denise nodded and looked over at her kids.

"Well, I'm back to normal now I guess." Denise cheered, but all three of her kids mustered out a weak and disguised smile. "Great Mom." Denise could sense that she had done something wrong, but ignored it and walked down into the kitchen, followed by Nicole.

"So, what's for breakfast for us adults?" Denise asked.

"I'm not done with you, Denise." Nicole warned, rubbing a painful ache in the back of her head. "Your jumpy antics landed me with so many bruises I could barely sleep last night!" Denise snickered as she opened the fridge. "I was in a different mind, I don't know."

"Speaking of which, what's up with the drinking!" Nicole cried. "I thought you were done overblowing yourself like that."

"Again, I don't know, I just remember…..something." Denise said, catching herself at the last minute. She didn't want to tell about the vague conversation she remembered.

"By something, you mean your divorced husband?" Nicole shot, eager to get an explanation out of her.

"….Sure." Denise muttered. Nicole expected her to say more but was let down by her dead silence. Nicole knew she might have been overstepping her boundaries but she had to make her point clear.

"Sure? Is that it?" Nicole asked. Denise looked down before back at her and nodded. "That's about it, at least for you it is."

"That's the problem, neither you or the girls will specify what happened between you and him s-"

"So, it should stay that way." Denise said, closing the fridge. "It doesn't concern you, you haven't a right to know what goes on." Nicole snarled at this, "Your kid holds a gun to me and you expect me not to have a right?" Denise glared at her, before cocking a brow. "Wait….what?"

"Yeah a fucking gun, she tried to shoot me!" Nicole shouted at her. Denise grinned at her language, obviously she was rather mad.

"Who did? Why?" Denise asked.

"They thought your hubby was coming back, they were wrong." Nicole explained.

"Okay, he's not my hubby, I'm getting tired of you saying that REAL QUICK!" Denise shouted. Nicole didn't lose any ground however. "I'm letting you in my home, but if any danger comes to my kids…..I'll-"

"You'll what? I didn't ask you to bring us here!" Denise shouted.

"Your kids were going to shoot someone and you were drunk! Supporting it!" Nicole shouted, "What did you expect me to do."

"I expected you to not give me such a stupid attitude." Denise said, feeling the urge to leave and a sense of distrust amongst her. Nicole was reluctant to treat a friend like this, but her kids and family came first.

"You were supposed to be dating Steve, now where the hell was he!" Nicole shouted at her.

"…..Steve?" Denise asked, "Steve….I think I saw him that day…but…." Nicole was getting seriously mad by the fact that Denise dismissed her awful behavior and seemed to take her for granite. "You don't even remember what you did with your boyfriend."

"Nope, not really." Denise said.

"That's so TYPICAL of you!" Nicole shouted, Denise rolled her eyes before walking past her and ignoring her shouts. "I can't raise your kids for you!" Nicole screamed, hoping she would reply. "You need to take charge better! I won't help you next time unless I KNOW WHATS GOING ON!"

Denise walked out and approached the six kids on the couch, all of them aware but not concerned of the yelling in the back. "C'mon kids, we're going home, we had fun." Nicole heard Denise speak these calm words, it intensified her anger. "You can't just ignore me like this!" Nicole said, more quietly but directed towards Denise.

"Pee….Off." Denise said a with a smirk, leading her kids away from the couch. Darwin and Anais didn't care but Gumball was a little concerned, getting a kiss on the cheek from Jamie as she approached the door. Nicole felt like she was going to lose her mind, she's getting nothing out of this.

"It was your choice, obviously you didn't like it so we're going, bye." Denise told the enraged Mother as she and her children walked out. Nicole wanted her to stay so she could lecture Denise, but the other mother wanted no part in it.

As Nicole continued to try and talk angrily to Denise, the family ignored her as they departed from the house. Princess however noticed a black car with tinted windows pulling up to the side of the house. It zoomed right in, making a loud break noise and shooting dust and burnt rubber everywhere.

"Mom, someone is here." Princess alerted. Both Kieara and Jamie got a little worried and looked back at their cautious mother. Nicole noticed the car parked in front of her house and got a little worried.

"Is that h-"

"Hey, just get inside, we don't need to hear it right now!" Denise shouted at Nicole, the blue cat stumbled back as Denise looked over at the running parked car. "We'll deal with him, ourselves."

10banjo agian just to remind readers that this is GalacticDragonflys not mine.