"So who's house tonight?" Krista asked, into the phone.

I leaned back into the computer chair, talking on msn with Moj and Kathryn. "Mojo says she can have it at her house... and bring pillows, a sleeping bag, and p.j.s," I answered.

"Sleepover?" Krista asked.

"You know it Olly," I said, laughing slightly.

"Alright! See ya later Sifl," Krista said.

"See ya Olly," I said, balancing the phone on my shoulder while typing to Kathryn (is it a new episode tonight?)

She responded, (which show?)

I half-laughed, (what other show would I be talking about?)

(Then yes) she wrote.

I smirked, (sweet!)

(Hey Moj... where's Itachi today?) Kathryn typed; we were in a three-way convo.

(He's here) Moj wrote back.

(Tell him I say hi) I typed.

(He says Hi back) Moj wrote, I could tell she was laughing.

(Too bad we had to leave everyone back in Naru world) I typed, with a crying face.

(You just miss Gaara) Kathryn typed, obviously annoyed.

(And you miss Neji) I taunted. I had done it now... and so the nudging began...

(I DO NOT WANT TO BE CAUGHT IN THIS!) Moj typed, desperately.

(Too bad) both myself and Kathryn typed, it surprised us both. The nudging stopped, both of us giving up. To gain, or probably in anyone else's eyes lose, more dignity, I switched to whining about stuff.

(Kathryn... I still can't get it to work!) I typed.

(I can't help you over MSN!) she wrote back. (You suck) I typed.

(EVIL BUNNY!) Moj typed randomly.

(Oh yeah! Tonight we get to meet the monster rabbit!) I typed, with a smiley face.

(It is an evil animal!) Moj wrote (by the way... does anyone know how we got to the Naruto world?)

(Nope) I typed back.

(No... how did Itachi make to our world as well?) Kathryn asked.

(Who knows... well team... I g2g... ttyl!) I wrote.

(C ya Kim) Kathryn wrote.

(bye!) Moj wrote.

I signed off, looking at my overweight golden retriever, Blade. "Hey buddy!" I said, playfully tussling his ears, 'God I miss Gaara...' I thought. "He may not have been nice to me all the time... but there was that one time... when he told me..."I faltered, telling my dog. He yawned at me. "Oh I'm sorry, am I boring you?" I asked, "come on boy... let's go for a walk." Blade wagged his tail, slowly rising to follow me upstairs.

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

"MOJO!" I screamed, tackling her as she opened the door.

"Weirdo," she laughed, after I let her up.

"Hey fool," Kathryn said, walking in from the kitchen.

"WOAH! Kathryn when'd you get here?" I asked.

"5 mins ago... why?" she asked.

"No reason... is Olly here yet?" I asked.

"Nope..." Moj said, "you know your way around my house... so go in the kitchen."

"Alright," I said, shrugging. The first thing that caught my eye as I walked in were cookies... macadamia nut cookies. "Sweet!" I muttered, taking some, "ahaha, ninja stolened!"

"SIFL!" Krista yelled, tackling my in the kitchen.

"ACK! NOOO!" I said, as my cookies fell.

"Opps... sorry," Krista said, laughing.

"It's okay," I said, a little sadly.

"Okay dudes... downstairs!" Moj said, standing by her basement entrance.

We all went down, played a little Double Dash... where Kathryn owns all of us. That is the game where Kathryn and I go at like mad animals. We are so competitive... until Moj comes out of nowhere and beats us... then we create an alliance to stop her... but most of the time the alliance gets destroyed half-way through the race for obvious reasons. Then, of course, it's Naru time! WOOT! Watching our favourite ninja's... and my constantly hitting Krista with something to stop her from making fun of Gaara. Which cheeses me off like mad! And nine-out-of-ten times Kathryn and her gang up on me! So I like the psycho killer... what's the big deal?

Kathryn, of course, likes Neji. He's pretty cool... I don't like him as much as Kathryn, but he's a cool character. Krista likes Shikamaru... I think he's weird cause the only word I have ever heard him say was 'troublesome'... or 'that's so troublesome.' But oh well, to each their own. And of course, Moj had Itachi. Not likes Itachi, has Itachi. If you all remember, she got married to him during our time at Shikamaru's house... AKA the 'party era' as I like to call it.

The wedding I had to write... and some how... actually ended up taking place... and now he lives in her house... don't know where he is at the present time... but he is here somewhere... probably on the roof or something. Well, anyways... Naruto ends. So what do we do? More Double Dash... or we usually have an anime movie that we were in the process of watching... but not this week. So, we take a regular positions. Kathryn: first player, Moj: second player, Me: third player, and Krista: fourth. But strangely... we weren't as competitive as before... I felt really tired... I could tell Kathryn was too, because she wasn't muttering dark things about baby Luigi and baby Mario, who I always am. I looked around, blinking because my eyes were burning from being so tired. Moj and Krista also looked tired. Guess all those shifts at work were finally taking their toll.

"Hey guys... why don't we just pack it in," Kathryn suggested, rubbing her eyes.

"I agree," Moj said.

"I'm in," I said, putting my controller down.

Krista nodded, yawning.

We each took turns getting changed in the bathroom, Itachi turned up while it was Moj's turn.

Kathryn, not really paying attention, told him she was lost on the path of life.

I, already in my sleeping bag and relaxed, said that she ran away to join the circus.

Moj, who came out shortly after, called us all idiots and kissed her husband goodnight. Night took it's toll on us... and pretty soon, we were all asleep, Moj and Kathryn on the pull out bed because they kicked Krista and I off it.

(NEXT DAY)

I yawned, stretching; I could swear I fell asleep on the floor... but strangely... I woke up on a bed... and in my room? Oh well... maybe we didn't really have a sleepover... or the sleepover was actually at my house. Too early to be thinking about stuff like that. I walked downstairs, nearly tripping over my dog in the process.

You see, I'm practically blind the first half-hour of the day, so... it makes it really hard when your dog is lying in the middle of the stairs and you are trying to walk down them. I entered my bright yellow kitchen, going into the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs.

"I feel like... fried eggs this morning," I said to no one.

Blade come downstairs, looking hopefully at me.

"You need breakfast too..." I said, cracking an egg onto the pan I just pulled out. I turned on my stove and went into the laundry room, getting Blade a scoop of kibble. I know I shouldn't leave the kitchen when the stove is on... but if I didn't get Blade food soon... he'd start barking and wake everyone up. I returned to the kitchen to see Moj there.

"Oh... I guess the sleepover was at my house..." I said groggily.

"I guess so... how do you work your coffee machine?" she asked.

I turned it on, "can you get the kettle going as well?" I asked.

"Oh right... you don't like coffee," Moj said, putting water into the kettle.

I smirked, taking my fried eggs off the pan. "How do you likeyour eggs? Sunny-side up, fried, scrambled..."

"Scrambled sounds good," Kathryn said, walking in.

"Morning," I said, whipping up some scrambled eggs up.

Moj didn't respond to my question, instead she made toast. That's how well we know each other's kitchens. What can I say, we've been best buds since grade 1.

"Moj?" I asked.

"What?" she asked.

"How do you like your eggs?" I asked.

"Oh... I don't usually like eggs... but since you're making them... uh scrambled with cheese..." she said.

"Alrighty... two scrambles, one with cheese coming up," I said as the toaster popped.

Moj got the toast, and began buttering it, on the other side of the counter, facing the door. She suddenly stopped, looking up, almost wide-eyed.

Kathryn looked at her, "what's with you?" she asked.

Moj just continued to stare.

Kathryn looked to see what she was staring at. "Uh... Kim..." she said.

"Yeah..." I said, half-listening and using the remote to turn on the radio.

"I think... you'll need more eggs," Moj said.

I gave her a confused look and looked towards the entrance of my kitchen. What I saw nearly made me drop my spatula. Gaara, Neji and Shikamaru... were standing in my kitchen. Or... kitchen doorway for that matter. And on top of that, we were in our p.j.s. Not the same p.j.s that we wore at the sleepover with the Naruto characters... well from what I wore, it was a random shirt and some pants that didn't match at all. I think the pants had Christmas ornaments on them.

Being the idiot, awkward silence killer that I am, I smile oddly and asked, "how do you like your eggs?"