So, thanks to my two VERY nice reviews, I decided to continue this story. Originally, it was supposed to be a collection of un-related one-shots pieced together in the same fanfiction. But, I felt I should continue and make this into a proper chapter story. :)

So, chapter 2 will be based LOOSELY around this theme: Likely To Be Unlikely.

Please review! :) Oh, and this chapter will be in Kiki's P.O.V so that you can get a feel for her mindset and such. Just thought I'd vary my chapters a little. AND, this may be a little shorter than the other one. :3

One more thing before I start; is there a spammer/troll going around the Tracy Beaker Forum? Because I received a very mean, hurtful review, followed through by a PM about how useless teen girls were and why they should be considered inferior to men. This typist seemed not to use many vowels unless s/he was saying "you" which was in the spelling (if that's what you call it) of "u" and "a" which obviously was in the spelling of "a". So... Is there? 'Cause then I know to ignore him. I'm guessing it's a he because of the messages about teenage girls and such...

~Jess~

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Likely To Be Unlikely - "Kinda contradictory really..."

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I stood there, unable to close my mouth. This house was huge! But that's all it was: A house. Still, it did look inviting in the low-light of the rising sun. It wasn't the light colours of the morning yet - with it's brilliant yellows and reds - but the sky had gone a rather specific shade of purple that contrasted nicely with the big full moon and the callous littering of tiny stars.

"It's massive..." I whispered, voicing my thoughts. I wasn't scared to. Liam was Liam and from what I'd seen so far, he wasn't really one to care about what people thought unless the thought itself interested him, which is fair enough I suppose. I mean, if you weren't into science and stuff like that, you wouldn't sit there and talk about chemicals, would you?

"And this is just the front." He commented smugly, shifting towards the front door. He knocked and waited. Nothing. Nothing but the wind as it crooned in my ear softly, blowing my brown hair out of my eyes helpfully as I gazed wistfully at the house. I couldn't help it; I've never seen a house or building even half as big as this before! Except maybe school, but that doesn't interest me so...

"It looks nice. Maybe it's closed for good?" I asked. He looked at me sharply and I shrunk away from him. That wasn't what I wanted to do! Still, he has quite a powerful... Persona, if that's the correct way to say it. He just seems to be naturally in control and I'm not sure if I like it. Given, I can't really complain as he didn't exactly try to steal my stuff or anything back at my other "home, so I guess I should have at least that respect for him. He's quite nice anyway or so I've seen.

"No. Tracy always comes through." He muttered, staring hard at the gravel for a moment. He looked as if he had vanished on the spot; like his brain was working so hard that he had to switch off everything else. And who was Tracy? Was she his social worker? Or maybe she was an employee, or the owner of The Dumping Ground? I don't know, and he seemed to be thinking so hard that I didn't feel right in asking him, so I stayed quiet and looked at the tall potted plants at the door instead.

"Right," Liam suddenly said, clapping his hands and gaining my attention. I'll be honest, I only gave him my attention because he clapped in my face; I was quite intrigued by those tall bushes by the door, though wilted and wounded by the winds harsh lash. "We're going in." He told me. I blinked.

"But it's not open. Liam, the door doesn't even open. How?" I questioned, unable to stop myself from sounding curious. I was managing to wonder about how he proposed we did this; the only way in from what I could see was a faulty bathroom window on what looked to be on the third floor. Oh no...

"Through the window." He answered curtly. "Duh." He mocked, tapping his head as he teased me. I hung my head, feeling stupid and degraded, but I was never going to tell him that. Speaking of which, did he have phsycic powers or something, because he had just voiced my thoughts. My thoughts.

"But we can't just sneak in!" I cried. To be honest, I'm not sure what was holding me back; I'd broken in plenty of places in order to even get the basics such as food and such. Luxurys should be no problem as I craved the evening entertainments of television. Maybe it was the fear of falling? Afterall, I'm not exactly partial to heights...

"Well, if you have a problem with it, you can just go back to your corner." Liam responded as he jumped on the spot slightly, presumabley warming himself up for something. I'm sure he hadn't meant it as an insult, but it didn't stop the sting in my heart from rearing it's ugly head. "Or, you can come in 'ere with me and watch telly and eat pizza. Your choice." He shrugged, a sarcastic smile gracing his face as he turned to me and spared me a fleeting glance.

"But-"

"Oh relax already! It's not like we're breaking in. They'll be back soon anyways!" Growled Liam. He was starting to get irritated with me. I knew it was best to shut up.

"Who'll be back?" Hey, I said I knew it was best. It doesn't mean I did what was best. He sighed, but turned to me all the same as he jumped high and pulled himself up onto a wall that was surrounding the care-home.

"Mike. He's our head care-worker. And Tracy and Gina work here aswell, though Gina tends to live here as well as work here." Liam shrugged, offering me a hand. I turned my head snootily and stubbornly crossed my arms across my chest.

"I can get up there myself." I told him, refusing to be beaten. I managed to wriggle up beside him, but it was hard work. Not nearly as effortless as his climb and for that, I was peeved.

"Just about." He smirked, his confidence glaring at me.

"I'm up aren't I?" I spat as he stood up once more and walked with his back erect along the wall, till he reached the wall of the house. There were loose bricks and tiles poking out from the wall and I could only guess that Liam had used these before. Afterall, based from what Liam told me a couple of hours back, his runaways couldn't only have come from the front door!

"Like I said," He grinned, clicking his tongue at me. "Just about." I pouted and turned my head away, before reaching up after him and begining to climb up. He was way ahead of me but I wasn't fussed. Regardless, I'd be staying under the roof that he stayed under, meaning I was invading his space just as he had mine. Theoretically, that gave me slightly more power between us, though I suppose the fact that it was his home cancelled out said authority.

"D'aww crap..." I mumbled as my foot slipped. I took a big breath and began to scale upwards once more. It was tough, but he managed to fling himself in through the window and I heard him land on the bathroom tile with a thud! Even I heard it, and I was quite a ways behind him. Finally, I reached the window, and Liam swung it open slowly, giving me enough time to duck underneath it so that I didn't fall. Even so, it made me shakey.

"Watch it!" I cried between gritted teeth. "You could've killed me!"

"Could've being the key word?" He posed the question innocently, though it was enough to make my blood boil with frustration as he smirked down at me.

"Not funny!" I snapped, hauling myself up, though I slipped; my foot lost grip I guess and it's all these shoes' fault. If they weren't quite so tacky, I wouldn't even have slipped in the first place! I felt Liam's hand wrap around my wrist, firm and tight. I stared up at him, unable to register anything except his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, keeping me from losing grip altogether. Liam was helping me?

"You ought to be nicer to me." He teased.

"Where'd you come up with that deduction, Sherlock?" I drawled sarcastically. His house or not, he was not about to beat me at my own game.

"Well, I could always let go..." Liam retorted, shrugging and letting his fingers loosen slightly. I cringed and then placed a fake grin on my face. The grin I use to hide when I feel scared or intimidated by something, and right now, Liam was filling that role rather nicely, as much as I hated to admit it.

"No, no! I don't think there's any need to be doing that..."

"'S what I thought." He grinned, hoisting me up the remaining centimetres so that I could gain a firm grip on the window sill. I did so and threw myself over. He let out a yelp and moved out of my way as I came tumbling through the window.

"Ow..." I mumbled, rubbing at sore spots. I then saw him looking at me, his eyes flickering with concern and I glanced to the side and then forced myself to shoot upwards into a neat standing position; this way, it wouldn't look as if I was weak. Although I wasn't, (I know this even from surviving on the streets - trust me!) Liam didn't know me well enough to make that common judgement accurately. Still, we argued and bantered as if we'd known each other our whole life and it was still a little refreshing for me to find someone with such a good sense of sarcasm.

"Not exactly the best landing I've ever seen. You a'right?" He asked me. Now, don't ask why, but I kind of like his accent. It reminds me of something - something warm and soft - though I don't know quite what. I swallowed down my pain like a spoonful of vile medicine and nodded feebly.

"Just a scratch." I replied, dusting imaginary dust from my clothes. He didn't look very convinced, but he left me alone regardless.

"C'mon. Let me show you around then." Liam ordered, his voice stern and authoritive. I allowed him to usher me out of the boys bathroom - there was no other way in! - and into a long, narrow hallway. There were fancy cabinets and such littering the hallway, making me squirm slightly. I've never been good with fancy places.

"Won't a tour take time?" I asked, being curious and dumb as I am.

"We have the time." He replied, leading me firmly down some stairs. Even from over the banister, I could see where the front door would be and a small, lone couch against the staricase. That's probably for when foster parents - or even parents - came in and the kids wanted to wait somewhere near to the door. They seemed (whoever they were) to be rather considerate in this place.

He took me into this large room and I felt my mouth drop open a fraction. How big was this? I wandered around aimlessly, my eyes falling on the snooker table, over-looking a couple of big windows. There was also a big telly on a cabinet and some other stuff like large bookcases and a table that was covered in papers and crayons.

"You play?" I heard and I turned to see Liam fumbling with a cue lightly as he peered at me inquisitively.

"Not really. I've always thought it looked kind of fun though."

"Oh, it's really easy. Just aim, then hit. Simple." He grinned.

"It even sounds fun!" I nodded, laughing slightly as I walked back towards the door. I watched as he rose a brow at me and I pointed to the hallway. "I'd... Kinda like to see more." I admitted sheepishly. He smirked and walked up to me, then nodded.

"Then let's order dinner from the kitchen..."

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Eating pizza whilst playing snooker. A strange yet fun concoction! Still, I find it weird that as the game progressed, my shots got worse! Maybe, subconciously, I don't really enjoy snooker? Or maybe I just don't have the knack for it. Unlike Liam. He's brilliant at it! He just seems to look at a ball and then it goes into the hole with little fuss. Wish it would do that for me so I didn't have to face him all the time with a look of stupidity on my face.

"Had enough?" He grinned as I pouted and scowled at the cue in my hand.

"Actually, yeah."

"Figures you'd say that. You don't take losing well, do you?" Liam continued to smirk as I picked up another piece of pizza, too busy tasting the brilliant, untouched food to really put any energy into fighting with him.

"Does anybody?" I remarked passively.

"Guess not." He shrugged. I couldn't help but yawn; I hadn't had a a decent sleep in too long and my back was begining to feel permanently soaked with sleeping on my other "bed" so many times. It's condition was terrible, unlike the beds here. I know this as when Liam was leading me down the hall, I may have peeked into one of their bedrooms; they look really home-like, give or take a few scattered clothes on the floor. But no ones perfect so I'm not one to speak I suppose.

"Am I boring you?" He questioned snidely as he idly flipped the channel on the TV over, though neither of us were really watching it. It was all rubbish on anyways: Either news or this wildlife garbage, or a surgery thing. I can't stomach blood. It makes me feel faint so I literally had to wrestle Liam for the remote when he claimed he was leaving that program on!

"Suprisingly not." I replied. He scowled at me and I stuck my tongue out in return, teasing him. He crossed his arms, his body turning intimidating, though I merely mirrored him and he seemed to back off a little. "No," I said seriously this time. "I'm just tired. That's all." I finished, smiling weakly, my eyes droop with sleep.

"Bed?" He quizzed and I nodded, then halted.

"Wait, do you have... Is there a shower I could use?" I tried, testing my luck. He seemed to stare at me for a moment before he nodded slowly, then smirked.

"There's three you can use. And they're just the girls' showers." Liam informed me, moving his head in the vague direction of the stairs. "Follow me." And I did as I was told, too meek to do anything else. Shortly, we arrived in front of a door and he gestured to it lightly.

"Here. Use this one. Now wait here a minute." He commanded and again, I simply drooped on the spot and did as he said. At this moment, I would've made an expert hostage, always doing as I was told!

"And you can borrow these." He told me as he came back. In his hands was a set of clothes, some simple jeans and a plain shirt; I couldn't hold back a gasp as I stared at the clothing hanging limply from his hands.

"Liam... I can't-"

"It's what care-kids do." He interrupted, thrusting the clothes into my arms as I stood there dumstruck. "They look out for each other."

And with that said, he turned and left, leaving me smiling to myself as I cautiously opened the door to the bathroom and edged inside. My thoughts were replaced with warm water as I spotted the shower glimmering in all of it's pristine glory. Now this is what I call "a wash"...

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Sat in Liam's room with his shirt and jeans that were at least a size too big for me, I thought things through. He'd left to go and sort himself out; probably washing or whatever and I couldn't help but look around. He was different, I knew that much was for sure. I was properly clothed, washed and fed and it was all because he'd been kind enough to let me go back with him. Life on the streets was exhilerating, sure, but I wouldn't have traded this lifestyle for anything in the world. Except maybe my dad and his normality. Then I could go back home. But I'm not going to think about him. Or Carrie. No, I'm going to think about my potential home and what I can do to repay Liam for everything he's done for me, because, whether I'm proud or not (which I am, by the way), I owe him big-time!

"Liam!" I heard from downstairs. It sounded like a woman's voice, though I couldn't be sure. It was loud, like a thundering blizzard, and I couldn't have possibly differentiated between man or woman. Not with that amount of anger. Anger...? Crap.

He suddenly burst into his room, wearing a guilty grin.

"Kiki, you need to come downstairs." I blinked, curious, but said nothing. He seemed to see my confusion and then nodded his head slowly, smirking his trademark smirk:

"Gina's home..."

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Done! This was more of a filler chappie, but I hope you enjoyed my update anyways and please review and answer my above question. And also tell me what you thought about this chappie, obviously! :D

Thanks for any and all support! :3

~Jess~