Authors note: Ok, so if you haven't read my "Melicia in Wonderland" fic, then you have to go on my profile and read it since this is the sequel. If you have read it, then enjoy!

A Hatter in Otherland.

Chapter 1: Just for the record

2 days. That's how long the Hatter's been living in Canada instead of Underland. I haven't introduced him to anybody yet though. I'm planning to do that tonight at supper, but until I can do that, Tarrant's been living in my house without anybody (Not even my younger brother, Echo) knowing.

I look at Tarrant. He was reading my book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe. He's been quite interested in him and his poems since I answered his answerless riddle about the raven and the writing desk.

He was wearing his favorite top hat and his favorite suit. I wash his clothes every other day. He was so peculiar, but I loved him that way, maybe that's why I'm engaged to him.

I walk over to my pink writing desk and I start to draw him. I have so many pictures of him tapes all over my wall, but I made sure to include every detail into this one.

"Melicia, when will I meet your grandmother?" He asked as he pulls his eyes away from the book. I smile. His eyes were the brightest green I've ever seen and his orange hair seemed even brighter then usual, if that's even possible.

I pushed my huge glasses further up my nose and smile. "In about an hour. Can you wait that long or do you want me to ask my grandmother to make supper earlier then usual?" Tarrant nods and he smiles a toothy grin. I get up to walk out of the room but I hear a knock at my door. The door opens and Lore enters. "Hey Melicia, you grandmother told me-hey wait, who the hell is he? I've never seen him around here before? What's up with the hair? Is it dyed or naturally like that?" She says this as she pushed her medium length blonde hair back.

"This is my, uh, boyfriend, Tarrant. He just moved here a few days ago from, um, Halifax." I stumble on almost every single word. I'm such a bad liar. A Tarrant look at me with a confused look before (hopefully) he figured out I was lying. "You don't have a boyfriend, I'm your best friend and I know this kid of stuff because you're supposed to tell me everything!" She puts her hands on her hips. I hate it when she brags about being my best friend, because she doesn't even make the frigging list.

"How old is he anyway? He looks to old for you… and what's up with the clothes and the top hat? He looks like a freak. If he is your boyfriend, which I know he isn't, I would yell at you for having bad choice in guys." She wiggles her eyebrow and tries to judge him. I hate her. I hate her almost as much as I hate her. Her as in Alice.

"Tarrant is 21. And Tarrant's an actor, he um, plays a hatter in a play and we were, um, practicing his lines." Tarrant looked at me again with a quizzical look. He then turned to Lore and smiled, "Please to meet you, um??" Lore smiled a devilish smile. "Lore Richard at your service, and I do mean for anything." I stood there in shock, she was flirting with my frigging fiancé, well not that she knew we're engaged but still! Hatter took a step back and looked at her with shock written all over his face, his eyes a deep crimson. Well, I should be happy that this made him angry. "They'll be no need of that, Lore." Scottish accent was thick with his words. Lore stood there shocked.

I grabbed Hatter's hand and his eyes turned back to the normal green. "Sorry." He squeaked and I couldn't help but smile and marvel about how high is voice could go. "Ok, you guys look like your frigging married. It's so disgusting that I'm not even going to tell you what I was going to say, and let me just say this, Melicia, it was about your little faggot brother." She seemed happy with every word that spilt out of her lips, and I, personally, wanted her dead right there and then for calling my brother a faggot.

"My brother's not a faggot, and if you're going to call him things like that then you can get the hell away from my house and leave us alone!" I spat the words in a furious manner. She just went from annoying, to stupid evil whore.

She sighed and stomped out of the room, slamming my door behind her. I collapsed on my bed. My whole life everything I have has always been either shunned or taking away from me, and sometimes both.

Hatter sits down besides me and I hug him. Having someone there to make you feel better is actually rather nice. He wipes my tears away and I look up into his yellow eyes at the moment. I get up and put my long black hair into a ponytail. I was going to ask my grandmother if she could start supper a little earlier and see if Echo is ok.

I walk down the halls and into my brightly lit kitchen. The walls were a soft crème colour and the floor was hardwood. My grandmother was reading a book at the kitchen table. She looked up when she heard me walk in. "Hey Grams, I invited a friend over for supper, he's a, um, well he's a little odd but it's really important your nice to him. Is that ok?" The hazel eyes that almost everyone in my family has light up.

"Yes of course. I'll make my specialty and start right now! May I know whom I'm serving?" My grandmother put her book down and started to cook. I knew she was making spaghetti. I sighed and sat down, knowing that I was going to have to explain to her who he is and just how much he means to me.

"His name is Tarrant. He's extremely energetic, well that's one way of putting it I suppose. He's really sweet and when I was gone for a little while, I was spending the time with him." That was all I could say to brace my grandmother without making her worry. She smiled knowingly and I walked towards Echo's room.

I opened the door to find the messiest room in the house. The walls were lime green and the floors were carpeted pink. There were clothes thrown all over the floor and it looked like a hurricane had hit. "Echo?" I called and he came out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair extremely wet. "Oh, hey Melicia! Guess what?" My brother's were curled into a smile and I could tell he was extremely pleased. "What is it?" I asked with obviously less enthusiasm. "I got a date! His name is Edge! I can't wait for you to meet him! He's coming over for supper!" Suddenly I was a little worried about introducing Hatter to my family.

Authors note: Ok, I'm sorry for the quality of this chapter! It sucks, but I promise better chapters in the future!

Peace in!

Mel Swirls!