"You got make-up! How is that even possible?" Donna laughed, digging her hands into the box and coming up with handfuls of lipstick, mascara, and blush. "Vic, you're the best person in this damn world!"

Victor leaned back and chuckled, waving his hand nonchalantly as if this was no big deal. "Yeah, yeah."

In fact, it was a big deal though. Make-up wasn't something that you just stumbled upon every day, especially with how the world was. Of course, as the girls rummaged through the boxes, they noted not all the make-up was in the small containers. Most of it was emptied out, or used, but even the used ones were better than none at all. Then again, it wasn't like they needed make-up, seeing as they were beautiful enough as it was.

"Thank you, Victor," Kori smiled, handing a shade of blush to Donna, knowing that it would complement her quite well.

"Ohmigod, they even have your shade!" Donna laughed loudly, pulling out a sealed container before she held it up, her blue eyes flickering between Victor and the blush "Vic, this would look amazing on you."

And just like that, from feeling cocky that he had gotten the lovely ladies something they wanted to now feeling as if his life was endanger, Vic shot up from his seat, shaking his head. "No, no, no."

"Yes!" Kori giggled, biting onto her lip as she looked up at her older friend. "It would look so beautiful on you, Victor."

"No thanks, lil lady." He took a step back, stuffing his hands in his old jean pockets. One thing was for sure, he had to get out of here fast. He may be big and muscular, but taking on these two specific ladies was something that was not to be tested. "You come and find me tomorrow after you both sorted out what you want, okay? I'd stay and chat, but there is no way in hell I'm letting you both girl-ify me."

"Fine, but when you want to be girl-ified, you know where to find us," Donna winked playfully, causing a light blush to invade Victor's cheeks as he reached for the doorknob. Having two beautiful lady friends could be such a handful sometimes, couldn't it?

"Bye, Victor," Kori flashed him a smile, giving a small wave. Then, Victor left, leaving the two ladies to dump all the containers of make-up onto the coffee table so they could separate what they wanted, and what they were going to give back to Victor tomorrow.

That's how the rest of their night went. They both went through the lipstick, the blush, the eyeliner, and everything else that was in the box and separated it into four different piles. One pile was for all the things that would look good on Kori, the second pile was for all the things that would suit Donna, the third pile was for everything they would charitably give Kom, and the fourth pile was everything they would put back into the box after they were done. The process took about three hours, because they were both very thorough, and they bickered a bit about if they should really be giving Kom any make-up, but Kori being the sweetheart that she was, she couldn't not give her sister anything.

At about 11pm, Kori gave out a yawn, then rubbed her sleepy emerald eyes.

"Feeling tired?" Donna asked, then yawned. Yawns were contagious after all.

"Yeah, I should go to sleep," another yawn, "It is late." It was a simple, tired statement, but Donna agreed as well.

Standing up, the redhead placed one box upon another then brought them into her arms. One box had her things in it, then the other had Kom's, because she might as well drop the make-up off at her sister's door on her way to bed. "I will see you when I wake, Donna," she smiled, waiting until Donna stood up to kiss her forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Donna let herself fall back onto the couch as Kori left the living room, then walked up the stairs, leaving the box for Kom at the front of her door before she continued to her own room.

Kori pressed her hip against her door, pushing it open and setting the box down onto her old dresser. She peeked down the hallway and was able to see a small glimpse of Donna standing up and then walking into the kitchen for probably something to drink.

For some reason, Kori couldn't really manage going to sleep until she knew Donna was safely inside her room. Luckily, the house was old and when you walked down the hallway, the floorboards would creak and you would hear someone coming, so she'd know when Donna decided to rest her beautiful blue eyes.

Sighing, Kori closed her bedroom door, then walked to her closet and stripped out of her paint covered clothing. Reaching for pajamas, she slowly dressed herself, feeling as if she had bricks stuck to her feet, making it hard to put on her clothing, but that was just the tiredness that was weighing her down.

Once she was fully clothed, she crawled into bed, going under the covers and making herself feel warm and cozy. The only things she could hear was the old tree outside her house scraping against her window. She was going to have to ask Victor if he could cut some of those branches off because it gave her chills to hear those sounds. But the thing that scared her most was the silence, not hearing the creaking sounds of the floorboards.

Her mind drifted off to what Donna was doing right now, but her thoughts immediately stopped when she heard the creaks, which set off a sigh of relief. It might be silly of her to think that someone could snatch Donna from her life, but she had also thought, two years ago, that it was silly to think that someone… or something could snatch her parents from her life. In her opinion, she was just being careful.

But now, knowing that Donna was in her room safe and sound, she felt undying thankfulness for the creaky floorboards, then, she fell asleep.

The sunlight was like her wake-up call; the way it stretched through her window at 6am and decided to kiss her tanned skin. It was warm and sweet against her, so she pushed off her blankets, still half-asleep. It was instinctive for her to wake-up around this time. Maybe it was because she enjoyed watching the sunrise and feeling the crisp morning air chill her skin and give her goosebumps, but even if she couldn't put an exact reason on why she liked mornings so much, it wouldn't change the fact that she liked them.

Softly, Kori combed her fingers through her hair, pushing the stray strands of red hair away from her face and neatly behind her ear. She propped herself up on her elbows, blinking to adjust her eyes to the blinding sun. She took a few seconds getting out of bed because she wasn't in a rush to get up yet. Victor wouldn't be awake for another thirty minutes to an hour, so she took her sweet time.

After a few minutes, she climbed out of bed, getting out of her pajamas then changing into a simple black dress before she slipped on her shoes. She walked over towards her dresser, which had a mirror nailed to the wall so she could see her morning reflection. Picking up her brush, Kori started untangling her knots, doing the common one-hundred brushstrokes to get all the tangles out. Surprisingly, it worked on her hair all the time, so by the hundredth brush, she was done, and her hair looked as long and lovely as it always did.

She walked down the hallway after exiting her room, then went down the stairs and to the living room, where the box of things they didn't want was sitting on the coffee table like she remembered it last night. She still had a few more minutes to waste before Victor would be roaming around somewhere in the small, walled-in city, so she went straight to the kitchen and grabbed some toast then swiped some strawberry jelly upon it before munching on that for breakfast. She would usually make breakfast for everyone, but since she was going to see Victor this morning, she decided against it. Although, when she was done eating her jelly toast, she scribbled a note for Donna and left it taped to the fridge. Then, Kori went back to the living room, grabbed the box and left.

The note read clearly:

Donna(and Kom), I went to go and see Victor.
I will be back later. Sorry I did not make breakfast.
Love, Kori.

It wasn't like cellphones existed anymore, like they did fifty years ago, so Kori always had to follow her gut to tell her where Victor would be this morning. Most of the time, she was right, and she'd see him jogging or doing pull-ups from a strong branch that could support him. This time, as she walked with a small skip in her step, small hums trailing behind her happily, like the world was not some zombie-filled world and that everything was as beautiful like the art she was painting, the beautiful young woman saw her muscular and bald friend stretching, most likely getting ready to do an early morning run.

"Victor!" Kori called to him and smiled when his attention was drawn to her.

"Hey, lil lady." He grinned, jogging up to her because he assumed that the box was heavy and she needed a hand, but she was much more stronger than she appeared to be. "I thought you and Donna would have kept the things a bit longer, to be honest."

"No, after you left, we stayed up most of the night separating all of it." She told him, handing the box over when he reached for it. "I did not interrupt your stretching, did I?"

"No, no, no. I was just finishing up, actually. Gotta lot of things to do today that require more of my attention than I would like," Victor sighed.

"Anything that I can help with?" She asked politely, clasping her hands behind her back then teetering on the heel of her shoes. "You know I would do anything to help you, Victor."

"I know you would, Kor, but it's really more of a personal—"

"Duuuuuuuuuude," It was the most screeching use of the word 'dude' Kori had ever heard in her entire life, and, worst of all, she didn't know where it came from until she saw a scrawny, short guy running up behind Victor. His shoes were untied and his hair had grass in it, which pretty much stained it green. His eyes were also green, but more of a dark green, and it was natural, unlike the color of his hair. He was tripping over his own two feet, rushing himself to get to Victor, whom was way taller than him, and much more buffer. "Dick is going to kill you! You were suppose to come back, like, last night, dude! And who the hell are you—" His feet scraped against the ground, coming to a halt before his mouth dropped at the sight of the exotic redhead standing there. "Shit! You didn't tell me you were with a total hottie!" The, what looked like a young boy but was really probably around Kori's age, stomped his foot onto Victor's, causing a frustrated grumble to erupt from him.

"Get back, grass-stain," Victor nudged the "grass-stain" away with his elbow while Kori giggled behind her hand at the nickname.

"Duuuude," The whiny use of the word came out again and Kori inwardly winced. "Introduce me."

Victor sighed heavily, like he was preparing for this day since he met Kori and now the day had arrived. "Grass-stain, this is Kori. Kori Anders." Upon hearing Kori's last name, "grass-stains" mouth dropped. "Kori, this is grass-stain."

"Duuude," Again, with the whiny sound. "You know her?" His feet started bouncing on the ground, like a child receiving some candy. But then, he stopped, realizing how childish he looked. "I mean, hi, Kori," he slicked his green hair back. "I'm Gar. Garfield Logan." His voice came out husky.

Victor groaned and Kori laughed, then answered with, "Greetings, Garfield." She smiled at him, tilting her head to the side then giving a questionable look towards Victor. She had known Victor for a long time, yet she hadn't ever met this Garfield Logan before, so it puzzled her why Victor kept Gar a secret from her. Unless, they met just days ago, then that would be understandable.

"You're beautiful," Gar cooed, and Victor rolled his eyes. It was like Gar had gone complete eye-hearts in love with her within a matter of seconds.

"And," Victor began, smirking, "she's also way out of your league."

"Dude, who wouldn't want to go out with me?" Gar popped his collar, flashing a wink at Kori.

It was like Kori uncovered a whole new side of Victor's life as she watched the two "boys" bicker back and forth with each other. She couldn't stop herself from tittering softly under her breath, trying to contain each bubble of angelic laughter but soon, once the boys started really getting into it, she could no longer contain herself. She slapped her hand over her mouth then exploded into laughter, doubling over in pain. This was just too priceless. In all the ten years she had known Victor, she had never seen him act like this with someone else, but she supposed that just meant she didn't know him as well as she thought she had. Who really cared about that thought? She needed to figure out how long Victor had known this Garfield Logan. If they've known each other for a while, and by the looks of it, they were close friends, then she would 1. Have to scold Vic about not introducing her to Garfield, and 2. Get to know Garfield better so they could exchange some stories.

"She thinks I'm funny," Gar smirked, feeling quite proud of himself.

Before Victor could say anything, and trust that he was about to say something, Kori's laughter faded and she spoke between a few soft chuckles, "You are very funny, Garfield."

"Don't encourage him!" Victor narrowed his eyes at her, then at Garfield. "Why did you come here anyways? You know not to bother me, grass-stain."

"Would have bothered you a long time ago if I knew you hung out with girls," Garfield mumbled under her breath but Kori was able to catch it. "And I came here because Dick wants you."

Kori raised a brow at the mention of the name, but she decided not to question because both boys were sort of in the middle of a conversation. "Tell him I'll be there in a second," Victor said.

"How about you go and I escort the lovely Miss. Anders back to my place?" Gar suggested in a flirtatious way, giving a waggle to his eyebrows.

"No!" Victor hissed, nudging Gar away, "Go, grass-stain! Don't make me kick your scrawny ass away!" And jut like that, from flirtatious to fearing for his life, Garfield scampered away, tripping over his two feet as he ran.

"Sorry about that, Kori," Vic apologized bashfully, giving a sheepish smile.

"No worries," she waved it off, but couldn't stop herself from asking, "Who is Dick?"

Victor bit his lip before managing an uneasy smile. "A dick."

Kori rolled her eyes at him and folded her arms under her chest, giving him the most 'really?' look of the century.

"He's just... Dick! Look, I only met him a few days ago, so that's my perfectly logical reason for you not knowing about him."

"But, how about Garfield? How long have you known him for, Victor? How many other secret friends are you not telling Donna and I about?" She pouted, a bit grumpy now. "Are you embarrassed of us?"

"No! No, of course not! Look, I'll explain it to you later, okay? But I really have to get going, Kor."

"Promise me you will explain it to me later?"

"Promise." Victor gave her a toothy smile, "Now, I seriously gotta go, but like I said, I promise. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Kori nodded, giving him silent permission to leave, seeing as he was supposedly late for something that she had no clue about. "Okay."

With one more big smile being passed her way, Victor was off, jogging away with the box in his hands. She would have given him a goodbye kiss on the cheek but he knew better enough than to ask for one because of her now agitated mood with him. She couldn't really see Victor keeping secrets from her like that. Garfield seemed like a nice guy who couldn't possibly cause that much trouble, besides maybe a few harmless pranks(because he seemed like the type of guy that would be into prank-pulling.)

Kori had so many questions fluttering around in her mind that she didn't know which one she wanted answers to most. Who was Dick? Why didn't Victor introduce them? Why didn't he introduce her to Garfield? Was there something wrong with them? Is there other things that she didn't know about Victor?

Of course there was!

Everyone has secrets, right? Right. And she should respect his decision to keep certain things from her.

Yet, Kori still found herself standing where he had left her, standing there to ponder about everything else that he could be hiding from her. One of the main questions she asked herself was: Where did Victor get all the "gifts" he would bring Donna and herself? That was really a question she had been wondering for a very long time now. It was extremely odd for anyone to just magically "stumble" upon boxes of make-up. That was something that wasn't just sitting around waiting to be taken. But, out of respect of Victor, Kori and Donna trusted him enough to believe that he didn't get himself into danger by getting all the things that he got on a sometimes regular basis.

But now, with these secret friends he had, Kori's suspicious was rising slightly, not enough to accuse him of anything dangerous, but enough to accuse him of lying to her when he didn't need to. He was allowed to have other friends besides herself and Donna, and Kori wanted him to know that. Then again, since that was true, why should Kori be so suspicious of him having other friends? It was his life after all, and with how the world was, he should be able to live it anyway that he wanted to. So, maybe she should just let this go and walk back home.

That's what she did, walked back home and went straight to the side of her house where she left her paint set the other day. She picked up the brush, and stared at her masterpiece, then let out a sigh and started painting away.

Authors Note: I'm probably a bit rusty at my writing skills when it comes to this, so I hope I did good. The update is earlier than I thought it would be, but I found myself very excited to write this, plus I am very bored and it's a great way to get my mind off certain things.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't expect that I will update early like this again. Make sure to review your opinions!