"WAKE UP, REGGINA!" Rhenda shouted. I jerked out of my sleep so violently that I fell off my bed and landed on the floor with a THUD.

"Dangit, Rhenda!" I cursed, rubbing my arm because it got the worst bruising. "Why do you always have to do that?"

"I got lonely," she pouted. Even though she was my older sister, she never really matured. In fact, I matured faster than she did. And I was still pretty immature.

"Shame on you for being a morning person," I grumbled. I stood up off the floor and dusted myself off. "What?" I asked, irritated. "You got me up. Whaddya want?"

"Take you out to brekkie?" Rhenda invited.

"You woke me out of my beautiful slumber to ask if I wanted to go to breakfast?!" I fumed. I hated being crabby in the morning, but I couldn't help it. Rhenda backed away.

"Okay! Don't go to breakfast!" she pouted. "Why do you focus your anger at me?"

"I do not!" I protested. "You wake me up and expect me to be all 'sunshine and roses!'"

"The early bird gets the worms!" Rhenda exclaimed. "You should be pleased that I woke you up!"

"I AM A NIGHT PERSON!" I shouted, trying to get this thought through Rhenda's head. "I SLEEP DURING THE MORNING AND WAKE UP AT NIGHT! I AM NOCTURNAL!" I paused. "AND I DON'T LIKE WORMS!"

Rhenda put her hands on her hips and glared at me. I glared back. We just intensified the glares for about five seconds before I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started to laugh.

"What?" Rhenda asked. She was trying to hold in her giggles, but it wasn't working. "What's so funny?"

"The word 'brekkie,'" I laughed. "I'm sorry, but it just sounds so weird!" At this, both Rhenda and I burst out into a fit of new hysterical giggles. We laughed so hard that we collapsed on the floor and my sides started to hurt.

"You…You are so bizzare!" Rhenda guffawed.

"I'm slobbering all over myself!" I groaned through my laughter. "Rhen…Rhenda! I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!!!" Rhenda burst out into a new fit of laughter.

"N-Neither can I!" she exclaimed.

"I can't breathe!" I shouted. I took a deep breath and held it. I totally ignored Rhenda and her own laughter. Focusing on the seriousness of life, I was able to calm myself down and without me laughing, Rhenda soon stopped as well.

"That was amazing," Rhenda sighed. She loved it when we laughed so hard that I had to meditate to get back to normal. "Well, what should we do now?"

"I'm going back to bed," I grouched teasingly.

"Oh, no you're not!" Rhenda grinned. Before I could leap into bed, she tackled me to the floor. I struggled, but it was no use. Rhenda, although sexy and sleek-looking, was very strong.

"LET ME UP, RHENDA EMILIA SULLIVAN!" I shouted. "OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!" I struggled again, flailing my arms around crazily.

"Regret it, will I?" Rhenda laughed. She pinned my wrists to the floor. "You're crazy."

"Me?!" I exclaimed. Rhenda's nails were beginning to dig into the skin on my arms. "You're crazy!" Rhenda was about to laugh and tease me about being so weak when the phone rang as if answering my silent prayers. "I WILL GET THAT!" I announced, somehow managing to wrestle Rhenda off me. I sprinted to the phone.

"Bet it's your fans," Rhenda teased from my bedroom. I made a face at her and picked up.

"Hello!" I smiled cheerily into the phone. "This is Reggina Sullivan. May I ask who's calling?"

"R-Reggina?" an awkward voice cracked from the other end. "Uh…it's…this is Mike Nesmith? You know…from the show last night?"

"Told you," Rhenda's voice hissed.

"RHENDA! GET OFF THE OTHER LINE!" I shouted into the bedroom. There was a click. "Sorry about that, Mike," I groaned. "My sister's totally immature."

"Um…it's okay?" he tested. I laughed.

"Thanks. Sometimes I don't know about that girl." Rhenda whacked me over my head. "Owww!" I complained. "What was that for?! Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Rhenda shrugged and stalked off to the kitchen to fix "brekkie." I turned back to my business. "So, Mike. What's up?"

"Well…actually," he fumbled. It was funny listening to him try to talk to me. "The guys and I were wondering if…if…uh…Dangit! I had it all planned out!" Did he have a hard time figuring out what he wanted to say? Probably.

"Ask her if she wants to hang out with us today," someone pestered Mike on the other end.

"I know," he returned grouchily. "Davy, would you go away!" I giggled a little. I guess I wasn't the only one with pesky people standing next to the phone, trying to put their two cents in on a conversation. "Do you want to hang out today?" Mike asked me.

"Sure!" I grinned. "Mind if Rhenda tags along? She's been really anxious to hang out with me more. Thinks we're 'drifting apart' or something." This, of course, was a lie. But I wasn't about to go out with four boys all alone. That was Rhenda's specialty. I would be taking notes on how she acted.

"Um…hold on," Mike excused himself. "Hey, guys! Mind if Reggina's sister comes too?"

"Why?" Davy asked in the background.

"Because her sister's being clingy or something." I smirked in spite of myself. Hearing a boy call my sister "clingy" was something I did not hear often…or at least not in the way Mike was saying it. There was some babble on the other end as the boys discussed the situation. "Sounds fine," Mike shrugged. "Peter just has one request."

"What's that?" I asked.

"She covers up…a lot," Mike smirked. I laughed loudly. In fact, I choked on my own spit.

"I don't think she'll mind," I coughed, my eyes filling up with water from laughing so hard. "Let me ask her if she has plans." I turned away from the phone. "RHENDA! DO YOU HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY?"

"WHY?" Rhenda shouted from the kitchen.

"MY FANS WANT TO HANG OUT TODAY! I ASKED IF YOU COULD COME," I called. There was a clatter of plates and pans. Rhenda stormed through the house, grabbed the phone, and lifted it to her ear.

"Would you hold on for a second?" she purred. "Thanks." She set the phone down on the coffee table. "Reggina Mary Sullivan, you complete and total idiot!" she whispered hostilely. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I thought you'd like to come," I shrugged.

"You haven't been out with a boy since the 'Dean Hatcher Fiasco,'" Rhenda rolled her eyes. (She was referring to my old boyfriend Dean Hatcher. First date and I had been so annoyed by Dean's arrogance that I ran out of that Denny's as fast as my legs could carry me. Never saw Dean Hatcher again…) "I have tried to get you back in the game, but you have always backed away. This time," she smirked evilly, "you are taking the chance…whether you want to or not."

"What?!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. Rhenda scooped up the phone from the coffee table and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello," she grinned into the phone. "This is Rhenda Sullivan…Yeah. Reggina's big sister. I'm sorry, but I can't come today! I'm…sick!" This was punctuated by one of the most fake coughs I had ever heard in my life. "Yeah…I am soooo sorry! Next time! No, no, no, no! Reggina can still come! Of course…She'll be there! All right! Bu-bye." Rhenda smirked at me as she hung up. "You should get ready," she smiled, wiggling her eyebrows. "You have to meet your fans at the park in half an hour."

"Rhenda, you cheese brain!" I cried. I lunged for the phone before realizing that I didn't know the boys' phone number! I collapsed onto the couch, moaning. I could feel a migraine coming on…