As the sun peeked though the curtains of Jude's bedroom she awoke with a feeling that something bad was going to happen, probably Yvette shaped as well. She shook of that feeling, thinking that maybe the thought of her dad reminded her of what a cow Yvette was, and the thought of Yvette basically ruined everything. Jude was sure that no matter how had Yvette would try; she wouldn't be able to ruin this. Jude was going to do something she hadn't done in a while, something that, as strange as it was, it was something she really enjoyed doing; so she shook off that feeling of Yvetteness and continued to get ready for the day.

Just as she had finished her slice of toast she heard a loud car horn tooting. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door to see her dad sitting ion his car grinning broadly.

"Okay, all set, ready to go?" her dad asked, looking happier then she had seen him for ages. Perhaps he hated Yvette as much as Jude did.

"Yeah" Jude said smiling curiously as she hopped in his car. She couldn't understand why he was this happy; I mean they were only going to re-organize his old record collection.

Was there something he wasn't telling her?

It was mid-afternoon by the time they had worked their way up from 'Z' and were just starting to organize the A's. Stuart pulled out an old, battered, dusty record.

"ACDC, High Voltage" He said holding the record up to the light and looking at it proudly. He admired the cover a few moments more, then pulled out the record and played it.

Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks

"Classic Rock and Roll" he said. Jude gave him a smile, and as small as it had been, it was the biggest smile she had been seen wearing in a long while. But her smile changed from the half-laughing-at-her-dads-dorkiness smile to a vague who-is-that-at-the-door. As she looked at the door, trying to see who was standing behind the frosted glass, and hoped it wasn't who she thought it was.

" Yvette, glad to see you could make it" Stuart gushed. Jude looked on disgusted at these two adults stare so sickeningly into each others eyes.

The sense of evil that had overcast her day when she had woken up was back, and she was right, the evil was Yvette shaped, right from her perfectly blow-dried hair to her polished looking toes.

"Dad, I'm going to head off now, since you don't really need me anymore." Jude said loudly, snapping the two 'lovebirds' out of there gaze.

"Oh don't leave on my behalf" Yvette said in a high pitched, childish voice.

"I wasn't planning to" Jude mumbled icily. As Stuart gave her a strange look she added "The A's are practically finished you can do the rest, it's only three records left to sort of something like that." Jude sat on the floor still, playing with the end of the rug moodily. Yvette always came in at the last moment and ruined the entire day, no matter what had been happening.

The two adults whispered for a few moments more, and Jude heard only parts of there conversation, with things like, 'I haven't told her' and 'Not sure how she will take it' Jude realised with a stab of sorrow that they must be talking about her. These days it seemed that the 'we'll tell each other everything' pact her dad and her had made when she was seven didn't apply anymore, especially when Yvette was involved. Jude figured this must be the bad thing she was expecting, and it was defiantly Yvette shaped…Although what it was, she wasn't quite sure.

Then it dawned on Jude … It was only a matter of time before the same thing that happened to her mum and Don was going to happen these two, and she wasn't going to take it lying down. If a marriage happened between them, chances are it was she wasn't going. No matter how many times she was invited or how long she was told by Yvette that it was important, she wouldn't go. Perhaps they would separate if she disapproved...