Miki was fairly sure her jaw hit the floor.

"What?"

Sami grinned even wider.

"A fandom convention!"

"And what the actual f—"

"Language, dear De Fiore!"

"...It's not worse than what you say..."

"...NEIN IMPORTANTE! A fandom convention is BEAUTIFUL!"

"...People are walking around looking like strippers..."

"...Screw you."

"It's true."

"Still. Screw you."

Sami huffed, turning her body to face the window. 'Lovely,' Miki thought 'She's sulking.' Sighing, the introvert resigned herself to a day wasted.


Miki wanted to bash her head against a wall. Or possibly throw herself a cliff. Whichever. Because she was being driven crazy by being Sami's babysitter. Sami herself was cosplaying as a female version of the 11th Doctor, and Miki narrowly escaped having her hair dyed red, and being forced to cosplay Amy Pond. Miki shuddered. That was a close escape. She was a brunette, she would not let anyone say different!

Sami, who had previously preoccupied with trying to get John Barrowman's autograph, excitedly waved her first edition copy of Torchwood, obviously successful in obtaining the said autograph. Miki pinched the bridge of her nose, and shook her head. And she still hadn't spent any of the money her mother had given her. This was going to be a long day. Sami was making her way over Miki, and she had a large plastic bag in her hand. 'For the love of the Muses,' Miki thought, 'What did I do to deserve this?'


Never. Again. Miki shuddered. She idly picked at the loose black shirt she was wearing, with the word "FAN" emblazoned on the front, in large white letters. Her thick, straight, always tangled hair, was pulled into a weird ponytail, which, no matter what bull people tried to sell her, did not make her hair look any better. Her sneakers were replaced with a pair of black combat boots, and she was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, whose bagginess made her claims of not being anorexic seem invalid.

At any given point in time, she was either so skinny, she was borderline anorexic, because she had forgone food for writing and coffee, or she gorged herself on the pastries that she order en masse from Starbucks, and she ended up overweight. Now she was clearly borderline anorexic... Which explained all those group therapy sessions that her mother was so insistent she attend. Miki blinked. Where was Sami? 'She must've wandered off again' Miki though exasperatedly, 'And I need to ask her where she got the clothes! She better not have stolen them again...Knowing her, she probably did..." Scanning the crowd of geeks, nerds, otakus and scary, scary fangirls (and even scarier, fanboys), she spotted Sami's bright red fez, standing out in the crowd. Miki raced to her, desperate to reach the psycho she called her acquaintance before she disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey!"

"Watch it!"

"What the hell?"

She continued to push past people, not bothering with social conventions. Finally, she reached Sami. The insufferable idiot was grinning like a maniac, and brightly exclaimed,

"Hey, hey, stranger! How be you on this fair, absolutely peachy day?"

Miki grumbled, "Where the hell did you get this shirt? And boots? And, for that matter, jeans?"

Sami stared at her for a moment, before laughing,

"Oh! You, dear De Fiore, think I, the fabulosa Misami, stole this fine attire? Ohohohno! I got it free!"

"...Someone gave you these clothes for free?" Miki said carefully

"Hai!"

"...For the sake of my sanity, I'm just going to pretend you did steal those clothes..."

"Delusions, hallucinations, illusions! Fine by I!"

"Okay then... I'm going to go buy a notebook and pen to write..."

"NYET! You, me, cafeteria, now!"

"You're mooching off the money Mother gave me again, aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Fine. Then you'll let me write."

"...Mayhaps."

"That's the best I'm going to get."

"Yes."

"That wasn't a question."


Sami was munching on the fish fingers dipped in custard. She called it delicious. Miki described it as 'a nauseatingly unhealthy and sorry excuse for a meal.' She sipped her hot chocolate instead. She couldn't drift off for more than five seconds before Sami made some obnoxious sound that made Miki want to strangle her. She originally pinched her arm to get her attention, until Miki almost threw her chair at her, so she settled for making annoying sounds instead. Miki stood up abruptly. She was getting irritated at Sami, and wanted to get out of Starborn Café before she did something she would regret, and get both of them banned from the small place. The place changed its name every month or so, but it served the best coffee and pastries Miki had ever tasted. It was a shame they didn't deliver, and it would be an even bigger shame if she got herself kicked out from this place.

She muttered something about needing some fresh air, and walked out of the café. It was unusually chilly for April, she thought. She ambled down the sidewalk, no clear purpose in mind. She drifted towards the alley behind the Starborn. It wasn't like she was scared, this area was pretty decent, and she'd been there a few times before. Coming closer to the wall at the end of the alley, she narrowed her eyes. An innocent looking door stood there. It was a faded terracotta brown, and blended in with the wall, nothing about it smarted of mystery. A blond haired kid pushed past her and wrenched open the door.

"Hey!"

Miki shouted The door clanged shut behind h...im? Her? She couldn't tell. The person was probably 11 or 12, and wore an orange t-shirt, similar to what she was wearing. Miki shook her head. She was over thinking this, she was beginning to sound like Sami for the love of the Muses! Turning around, Miki walked out of the alley, and quickly made her way back to Sami.

"Ha! Mikiki! Mother of mine called! Going to got! Brother of mine can drop you off at your cutter cookie house!"

Her acquaintance grinning wildly, as if she had just made a reference. She probably did. Miki could have said something the door. She could have said something about the kid in the orange shirt. She didn't say anything. She nodded quietly, and followed Sami out of the Starborn Café. The whole ride home, she was silent. And when she was dropped off, she waved a goodbye, but stayed silent. She didn't bother with a 'hello' when she walked in. She trudged upstairs to her room, and collapsed on her bed. She didn't bother to change out of her shirt, it wasn't like she was going to sleep. She roused her self from her dormant position, and sat at her desk. Gripping a pen and opened her journal. She began to write.


The orange clad person was talking to another figure, clad in a blue shirt. "I found her!" Blue grinned

"Great!," She frowned. "We need to hurry, though, they're this close to shutting us down and evicting us..."

Orange winced and nodded. Another figure, clad in black muttered,

"Well... How are we going to get her here?"

Orange smiled widely before exclaiming,

"Leave it to me!"

"NO!"

Was the collective response.


A/N AH! STUPID KEYBOARD! I type this stuff up on an iPad with a keyboard case. The only thing is, is that my friends dropped my precious baby and the "X" key fell off, and the caps lock key is hanging by a thread. I'm in English now, not really supposed to be doing this, so... TOSK, IS, OUT! P.S. Info on what you thought would be nice! ... Hint. Hint. Wink. Wink.