Author Notes: This chapter more represents the tone of the rest of the story than the first one.

Remember Mia? Remember how adorable the ending to that episode was? She's gonna be in an interesting position.

It's probably obvious, but 'Andersfin' is the family name I came up with for Molly and Mia. It's a combination of 'Andersen' and 'fin'.

I made the last names go in alphabetic order in the theme song.

I like the idea of naming chapters after episode titles or song lyrics.

CHAPTER TWO - A PRINCESS IS LOYAL

Molly sat on the couch. She gulped down several ounces of wine, and stared at the television screen.

'Can you guess what Gil's pretending to be?' The young Molly on screen asked her.

'What the hell do you think?! He's wearing a goddamn firefighting hat! How stupid are you?'

The theme popped - literally - up, blasting her with its repetitive energetic beat.

She groaned. 'Oh my god. Just shut up! God, what the hell were we thinking when we sang this shit?!'

Her cliffside house may have been a luxury - what with its backyard pool, glass wall view of the whole of Bubbletucky, and expensive furniture - but she lived in the house alone, almost, spending most of her time yelling at the olden episodes.

'You're just stuck in a tree. Swim down! The firefighters have better shit they should be doing.'

The two young Guppies embraced. Watching her younger self dare to show such affection towards the blue-haired boy made her want to puke. She could almost taste the bile.

'Ugh. Don't fall for him, twerp. Your relationship with that little bitch won't last. Good god. Is there another, less offensive episode? The Glitter Games? Super Ballet Bowl? ... The Sizzling Scampinis? Hell no.'

She awaited for the joys of alcohol to wash away the frustration, only to find that the bottle was empty.

'Oh god damn it.'

'Ey sis!'

Molly turned around at the sound of the familiar voice to see her little sister Mia, about five years younger at the age of thirty, staggering over to the couch.

'Was your high fun?'

Mia chuckled, and fell over the couch, not caring about how she sat.

'Fin-tastic. Such a simple way to finally feel happiness again.'

'You know our bitch of an aunt is dead, right? Isn't that enough for you?'

Molly stared at her sister as Mia cuddled into a pillow and began crying.


Seven-year-old Molly stood at the door of her house. Her heavy school bag rested on her shoulders, and she held a drawing of a unicorn under a rainbow. The unicorn was made of sticks and circles, and the rainbow was jagged and unbalanced, but she felt proud.

Yet, she didn't dare open the door, knowing who would greet her. She thought the same question she always thought - 'can I run away to Gil's house?'

She took a deep breath, and entered her house. Her aunt flashed her a glare.

Her aunt, sister of her father, hardly looked she was part of the family, with her short blue hair. The only thing she had was the chestnut skin.

Molly held up her picture and tried to fake a smile.

'I drew this picture at school today, aunty. You like it?'

Her aunt barely glanced at the drawing, before snatching it out of her hands.

'This piece of crap? For god's sake Molly, you can't draw for shit. Do something more productive next time.'

Toddler Mia, just able to talk, watched from the couch, suckling on a lollipop.

'But id's a weally good dwawing, aunny.'

'Aunny' ripped up the drawing, crunched the pieces into a ball, and chucked it and Molly's face. She grasped Mia's wrist, who began to cry.

'Shut up, Mia. ... is that a lollipop?'

Mia removed the white stick from her mouth. No lollipop remained.

'You're not supposed to eat before dinner. And don't call me Aunny. The name's Christina.'

'But dinna's so long away, and Nonny's daddy gabe id to me...'

Christina stole the lollipop stick, and snapped it in two. Mia struggled to escape her tight and painful grasp.

'You don't deserve a lollipop, you little piece of shit! Go do something with your life...'

The regular sight of her angry aunt and the sound of her sister crying once again made that escape to Gil's house all the more desirable.

But she couldn't leave Mia behind.


'Don't mention Aunny...'

Molly sighed. 'Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just so glad that bitch of a guardian is dead, and burning in hell for what she did to us and her husband.'

Mia stared off into space and giggled.

'You know, when I'm really high and happy, sometimes I see Mommy and Daddy.'

Molly said nothing, deep in thought about what she should say. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

'Heeeeey Mol-leee! I've come over to pay another visit!' The excited female voice screamed into her eardrums.

Molly rested her face deep in her palms. 'God not this again... the doors unlocked, dumbass!'

'Heh heh... you know, I always forget to try that.'

The door swung open fast like a break in. Molly emitted a five-second groan at the sight of that lady standing in her doorway.

The big blue eyes, orange earrings, orange speckled tail, and, of course, the stupid 'golden cinnamon roll' style hair all pointed to just one person.

'Hello... Deema.'

Deema, with no permission granted, swam into the room, and swiftly sat next to Mia.

'Just thought I drop by to say hi.'

A young girl stood in the doorway, a big smile on her face. She shared the same crazy hairstyle and orange tail, though wore blue goggles as glasses and had green eyes and ginger hair.

'Hey Mom, can we have a Ladies' Day Out with them today?'

'I don't think Molly wants to, Ronia.'

'You don't think?!'

Deema pointed to the table on the other side of the room. 'We might discuss some adult stuff here. You can play on your phone over there.'

'Thanks Mom!'

Ronia rushed over to the table, and got on her phone.

'Who's the father again?' Molly asked, in a tone of not giving a crap.

Deema just glared at her.

'Just thought I'd bring my daughter along so she's not alone. I came over to say... I wanna get the band back together.'

Molly rolled her eyes and groaned.

'What, you want me to see that dickhead Gil again? I haven't seen him since that divorce for a reason.'

Deema giggled, and gave Mia a small pat on the head.

'Actually, I just talked to him, and he seems pretty excited about it. He'll be over here tomorrow.'

Molly said nothing, and thought hard about it. Deema took her lack of reaction as a good thing.

'I gotta leave soon. I gotta see Nonny.'

'... who's Nonny?'

Not feeling bothered to answer, Deema leapt from her seat.

'Well, bye-bye Andersfin Sisters!'

'Never call us that again.'

'Come on Ronia. Let's go see Daddy.'

Author Notes: I bet you're wondering about Ronia, especially since the father is rather obvious. I'll get to it.

This story is rather Deema-centric. What can I say? She's my favourite. The other Guppies, especially Oona and Nonny later on, are very important, but Best Guppy - I mean Deema - is the one most involved with the story.

So... just like the real show where I swear she gets more screentime than Oona and Goby combined.

So Deema's a golden-haired optimist? Huh...