Part, no scratch that, chapter two. Ok I'm still alive, I was just reading the Da Vinci code, then I lost my fan fiction.

So I will stop rambling and get on with the story.

Ok I do not own any of Alice Cooper or Aerosmiths songs…Nor do I own anything or one from rocky horror…Don't sue.

And I know that "I don't wanna miss a thing" by aerosmith didn't come out till 1998, but the song fit so well, so discard that fact and pretend it came out in 1975.

"Do you like it?" I asked, happy enough that he noticed in the first place.

"Well…Erm…It suites you nicely." He finally gurgles out.

Magenta had entered the room carrying a teapot, she set it down and picked up an empty plate on the table.

"Columbia vhat vould you like for breakfast?"

"Nothing for me, thanks."

Magenta gathered the masters dirty dishes and headed for the door.

"Erm…Magenta, the tea will not poor itself." Growled Frank, at the already overly worked Magenta.

"Oh, sorry mastah." She said, setting the plates down and picking up the teapot she had just put down. Refraining herself from throwing it at him.

"Oh and Magenta I want you to take inventory of the kitchen, today."

"Very vell mastah."

Frank took a sip of tea, picked up his magazine and left the room, probably to go work in his lab. (And by work I mean make Riff-Raff do everything, while he finds the right color for his skin tone.)

"Here I'll help you Magenta." I took half the load of dirty dishes, and followed her to the kitchen.

"Zank you Columbia." She sighed, setting the dishes down in the sink.

Afterwards I helped her out with the dusting, which had taken longer then expected. We were either giggling over something that had happened in the past, or stopping to sing along to our favorite songs on the radio, falling all over each other in fits of laughter.

When we finally finished dusting, it was already dark out. "What's to do next?"

"Hmm…Oh yes, ze inventory."

"Ok, do you need help with that too?"

"Columbia, I zon't think I could zo it without you." She giggled, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I'm more than happy to help." I said, putting my arm around her waist. "Oh, one second." I said, turning around, and racing up stairs to our bedroom to find my clipboard, which was full of paper. I had always enjoyed drawing and kept a clipboard under the bed, incase I ever had a creative burst of energy, but that doesn't happen often.

Throwing myself down to my knees and reaching under the bed, finally, through all the dust, found something that resembled a clipboard. I grabbed it and to meet Magenta in the kitchen.

"There." I sneezed, after blowing dust from the clipboard.

"Ok, lets –sneeze-…Gnaw…Start." Magenta managed to say.

"Sorry, I have to take this out more often."

"No problem." Magenta giggled.

"So why does Frank want us…Er…You, to take inventory of the kitchen?"

"He probably vanted Riff-Raff to himself. So he needed zo get rid of me, but that's ok, ve've had a pretty fun day."

"Yeah, who needs them when you have your best friend?" I said with a giggle.

"Your right, shall ve get started?"

Ok. I'm ready." I said after turning on the radio to a rock station.

Alice Cooper's "Schools out for summer" blared though the speakers, sending Magenta and I into a karaoke like state, singing along to this summer's anthem.

"Does Frank even know we have a kitchen?" I asked, with a serious look on my face, knowing that it would soon turn into more giggles.

After a few hours of Magenta calling out different spices and foods, she came and sat beside me at the counter.

"What time is it?" I yawned out, dropping the pencil on the table.

"Uh…Almost midnight."

"I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing." A familiar voice sang through the speakers.

"Oh, this is my favorite song." I giggled.

"Mine too."

She came and sat on my lap, gently pressing her lips to mine. I pulled away, looking at her for a second, only to imitate Magentas previous gesture. We slowly depend the kiss along to the Aerosmiths song.

"Do you vant to go upstairs? Magenta asked with a smile on her face.

I nodded, grabbing her by the hand, turning off the radio and light with the other.

It's almost done, I need sleep, and too pierce my ear with a sewing needle