This is the first time I've ever written fluff. (smacks self) I need to quit listening to eighties music. Yes, I decided to drag some OC's in here. Angela and Mort are mine, Arietta is Ashencry's. Enjoy.

It was just one of those days. Those days where you feel lonely and unwanted. Those days where nothing seems to matter. Those days where all you want to do is sleep until it's over.

But then, she walks by. And suddenly, your day feels a little brighter. In fact, she even glances at you. In fact… she smiles. Yes, and by god it melts that feeling away so fast that you feel like you just shot up into the air.

"Kimiko." He sighed once she was out of sight. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. Oh, he would do anything to have her. To touch her porcelain skin. To feel the silkiness of her raven hair. To-

He was shaken out of his thoughts by a punch in the arm. "Hey, idiot! Hello?" The cynical face of Arietta Nyetha looked into his wistful one. "Yeah, we lost him."

The ever bouncy Angela peered at him. "Good morning star-shine!" she chirruped. "The earth says hello!"

Jack waved them away, as if they were flies. "I was… daydreaming."

Angela grinned. "Really? 'Bout what?"

Jack shook his head. "It's nothing."

Angela began jumping up and down, her eyes sparkling. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! PLEASE!"

Arietta rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. It was about that 'mystery girl' of yours." She sighed. "I don't see why you won't just tell us who she is."

He glared at her. "Because I hate both of you."

"Then why do you hang out with us?" Ari retorted.

Jack's glare dropped. "I don't know. Let me get back to you on that one."

Angela's eyes were as big as dinner plates. "Were you holding her in a romantic embrace?" she asked breathlessly. "Or kissing her passionately, or-"

"Will you shut the hell up?" Jack snapped. Angela shrunk back, looking hurt. "It's not anything like that."

Ari rolled her eyes. "Don't be so sensitive. We didn't come here to make fun of you."

Angela's face brightened again. "Actually, we came to invite you to a party."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "A party?"

"What are you, a parrot?" Ari scoffed.

Angela glared at her. "What she means is, yes, a party. It actually a cast party, but everyone's bringing their friends, so it'll be huge."

Jack nodded. He had seen Angela in that play. (Mostly due to a threat from Ari, and the fact that he had nothing better to do.) The play had been called, "The Triangle Factory Project" about women whose employers locked them in the factory and they burned to death. Angela had had a lovely monolog about women's burning bodies flying out the windows. Yes, such a heart-warming play…

He shook his head. "I don't know…" he said.

Angela elbowed him. "Oh come on. There will be plenty of girls there. And maybe it'll help you get your mind off of Kimiko." She grinned and covered her mouth with mock innocence. "Oops."

Jack blushed. "Who said it was Kimiko?" he spat.

"No one." Angela giggled. "I just guessed."

She skipped around him, singing 'Seasons of Love' from Rent. He began to get more angry and embarrassed. "Will you quit that!?" he cried. She stopped and grinned at him knowingly.

Ari crossed her arms in front of her. "So, are you coming or not?" she asked.

He looked at her. "I guess." He sighed. Angela started humming the song again. Jack glared at her, which made her grin wider. "MEASURE IN LOOOVE!" she sang. "Seasons of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! Seasons of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! Black woman solo go!" she pointed to Ari, who only glared at her.

Jack did a classic pace-palm. "I really need to rethink my choice of friends." He groaned.