Real quick- she transfers gates in Febuary, 2015. She doesn't really know more modern songs, but the ones that came out later in the year she does not know! Commence chapter three!

"Keira! Wake up! It isn't proper for a lady to be late!" Shelly's high-pitched voice yelled into the storage room, and both Paninya and I groaned.

"Tell Shelly to shut up! Most people aren't up this early!" She said, and threw a pillow over her ear.

"Comiiiiiiing!" I said, and as fast as I could, changed into the only outfit that was clean.

It was a Shelly purchase, so it was a bit more covering that Dimitrius' choices.

This one was off white, and fell to mid-thigh, like a party dress, and had a second layer lace on top of it. It was really modern, and I was surprised when they picked it out. The top was colored flower print, in pale pinks to contrast my hair.

Dimitrius and Dominic were having their silent war with each other. Staring and doing whatever guys do to "out man" each other.

You know about Dimitrius, so allow me to tell you about Shelly.

There aren't a lot of doctors here, and technically, from what I learned in science, I am probably the smartest person in this town.

I think she has split personality disorder, and I don't really like either.

It wasn't bipolar, because it was sudden and dramatic. You never knew how she was acting in the mornings, or when I came home from work.

She was one of two personalities.

1- Happy, overly excited woman, dressing in the latest fashions of Central. Peppy and overprotective of EVERYTHING I DO. Talks happily about the people coming in to buy things and boost the economy. Keeps the shutters open and plays the hits.

2- Is always prowling around, and gossips about the neighbors (mostly Dominic, and this one lady across the street) complains about all the people around. Shutters are always closed, and Dimitrius' old music plays.

To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. I have to be careful when I talk to her, because I have to act differently around each one.

"Keira darling! How are you! We have A LOT to do today! You know Jeremy right? Jeremy Houton? He's coming at three to see us!" Shelly said, clasping my hand tightly.

Shelly #1 today.

"No, I don't know him. Why is he coming?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"He just moved to Rush, and I think you will like him! Besides, he will carry on the Lauelle family line perfectly!" I saw the sly look on her face and was disgusted. I haven't even met this guy.

"Let's go Shelly." Dimitrius said, and we walked out. Despite the early hour, the street and shops were alight with activity. I felt the ever-present feeling of eyes on me, and while I really disliked that, Dimitrius and Shelly were smiling their mouths off.

I kept my eyes ahead, and scanned storefronts.

Garfeild's was having a sale. I'll have to call Dominic to tell him.

We finally made it to the residential area, and Dimitrius held the door open. The house was something from a old, vintage magazine. Dank wood made up the floor, and the walls were wallpapered with creamy background and violet flowers. The white furniture covered the floor. You were afraid to touch anything, everything had its place and every place was neat and organized. But I had no problems after taking off my shoes and running to the love seat and laying on it, messing up the perfectly arranged pillows.

"Keira." Shelly scolded, but she was more understanding. These things, with the boys, took hours, and I had to be quiet. I think she felt sorry for me.

"Well? Answer your aunt."

"I apologize Shelly, ma'am."

"Don't address her like that-"

"Ma'am, Aunt ,Auntie, Aunt Shelly, Auntie Shelly, etcetera, etcetera."

"Good. How do you….." Shelly started, and begun to drill me as I poured the tea, Dimitrius commenting on my form.

Soon, Shelly stopped our drills and went to clean the already spotless house. I didn't think about my old house, mostly because it was so long ago, but I remembered our apartment being messy all the time.

I wondered how everyone was doing without me. Better, probably. Probably collected any life endurance money I had and used it to help raise the other kid.

Twenty minutes before they arrived, Shelly helped me fix my hair and makeup, although I didn't need any help. I actually didn't need it all. I designed myself that way.

Another boy. I had lost count how many stupid annoying boys came in the house to see me, try to bribe my "uncle" into marrying me. I refused, and I think somewhere in Dimitrius' and Shelly's heart, they didn't want me to be unhappy.

Or, they enjoyed the attention they were getting. Whichever one.

The door opened, and a flood of warm sunlight flooded in, warming my skin, until it shut, and the false, happy smiles took place of the worried looks on my adoptive "aunt and uncles" faces.

"And you must be Keira! Nice to meet you!" Another smiling woman's face entered my vision, and I smiled.

"Nice to meet you! Your dress is beautiful!" I said honestly.

Her dress was a olive green, with a slight shimmer. Flashy in area like this, like what a starlet would wear, but she wore it well.

"Thank you! I was worried about wearing it- but I'm glad you like it! My name is Ms, Green."

A man, about 23 (if I had to guess) said hello, and I motioned for him to sit. The man smiled, and sat.

"How are you?" I asked politely, and he said "Just fine. I hope we can get along nicely."

"We all do Mr. Jeremy. Well, sit!" Shelly said, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That man was Jeremy?! The guy I am supposed to MARRY?!

I kept that small, angelic smile and poured the tea in teacups, their unique china worn from being passed down from many generations. Or just from how many suitors come.

"Jeremy is a lieutenant in the military! He is doing local work around town-" Talk like this went on, and my mind was drifting to the clock...how many more hours until I could see Paninya at the range? I hated weapons (Granted, I had never picked up a gun before) and was probably awful at shooting them.

"Would anyone like to go to the back?" Dimitrius suggested, and the Ms. Green nodded.

Dimitrius set the torches ablaze, and the setting sun (Had it really been that long? It felt a lot shorter…) was orange.

The quiet man said "Your hair reflects the sun very nicely."

"Thank you." I said, and moved my hair a bit, and adjusted the neckline of my dress.

He grabbed the neckline, and I got a sudden panic that he was going to pull it down- and pulled it up.

I looked at him strangely, and he said "I can see right down your dress. It isn't attractive."

'Everyone seemed to be silent, and I looked back. They had settled on the lawn chairs, and I made my way to the railing, and leaned against it.

Jeremy followed, but didn't try anything. The parents seemed to talk on their own, and eventually I saw him move from the corner of my eye.

I looked back, and I saw him trying to follow my line of sight.

He saw me looking, and I turned away.

"Nice sky." He answered calmly.

"Definitly." I said, and despite my guardians' warnings, I jumped on the railing, and swung my legs over.

He followed, and we sat on the railing. I moved over. He didn't follow.

"It is."

"Hey, I didn't want to be here." Jeremy said, holding up his hands.

"Parents?" I asked, and he said "Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Mostly. My work." And after a pause, I looked at the man and saw his hesitation. Then he leaned in close to me, and I wanted to draw away. "Do you have any interest in joining the military?"

He withdrew, and I saw the parents looking at us. They must have thought we kissed.

Oh helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll no

Shelly looked proud I didn't try to push him off the raining in disgust.

"Not really." I said after a minute. "I'm not a fan of guns. Or weapons at all, but…" I almost said Automail. I want to become a full-time automail engineer and own my own shop, or maybe take over Dominic's. But I didn't.

"But?"

"I'm not sure."

There was silence, and I saw the parents going in for dinner.

He dropped off the railing, and he held out a hand for me to grab for balance as I stepped down.

I hesitated, then allowed him to help me down. Shelly would be proud.

I was acting different, mostly because this seemed like someone's father rather than a potential husband.

The night ended a bit later than I expected, and as soon as they left I rushed to my room and washed off the makeup and changed into my work pants and a baggy shirt, then lie in bed, hiding my nightdress in case Shelly came to see me.

She did eventually, and at 9:29, I left the day's events behind and jumped out he two-story window.