Hey guys and gals! Thanks for the reviews last chapter. Let's get on with the story! But first, let me do the disclaimer.

Lydia: No! I want to do the disclaimer!

Me: …I do not own Grojband. :P

Lydia: Ugh.

Me: …I own Lydia.

Lydia: :(

Me: …bitch

-Laney's POV-

I must have dozed off on the couch yesterday night. Something cushions my head and something that must be a blanket covers me. I suddenly sit up confused, but then a massive head hits me. I groan and lay back down. I raise an arm and feel the back of my head. A large bump sits in the middle of my head, and it hurts when I touch it. Opening my eyes, I survey the garage. I'm alone. Pink rays of sunshine come through the small garage door windows. Steadily adjusting my eyes, I slide the blanket off of me and get off the couch. I am still in last night's clothes, which are wrinkled and blood stained. Speaking of blood, I think, my eyes widening. I run towards the stairs, go up, and go into the bathroom. I lock the door and catch my breath.

I need to start working out if I'm tired already, I randomly think as I turn the light on.

I stare into the large framed mirror and gasp. All my scars are gone. (HA! What did you think I was talking about? LOL) There isn't even a bruise. My smeared makeup makes me look like I belong in a horror film. Ignoring my ruined makeup, I stare in wonder, touching my cheek where the large gash had been. There is no pain or scar. Corey had worked magic. I blush, mistaking the meaning for something else. I turn my face side to side to see any bruise, or even a faint mark. Nothing. My eyes travel upwards, towards my hair. Stifling a giggle, I open the bathroom drawer where spare combs are kept. My hair is a large, tangled mess. It's now time to battle it into place and, hopefully, secure it with my yellow hair clip. Which, of course, is sticking up like an alicorn on my forehead. I rub my hand over my hair and realize that there is some blood on it. I pause, disgusted, not wanting to comb the blood further into my hair. I lower the comb, and I realize how bloody I am. I don't have an extra change of clothes. I wash my face and hands quickly, and using a small towel, wash away the makeup smears. As soon as I'm done, I reach for the spot where black eyeliner should be. I groan inwardly. In my bathroom, black eyeliner would be there. But this is the Riffin house. I mentally facepalm myself. Hmm…maybe Trina has some in her bathroom. I sneak out the restroom and run into Trina's room. She sleeps soundly. I glance around before opening the door to her over-lavished bathroom. In any other house, I'd feel like intruding, and I'd feel bad.

I refuse to sympathize for a bitch.

Quickly locating a makeup bag, I get black eyeliner and eye shadow. I quickly apply, and then stuff the makeup back in the bag. I tiptoe back into the restroom. I go in to clean up the bloody sink. My blood. I feel sick as it washes down the sink. As I turn the bathroom door, a wave of pain crashes on me. I get it open a few inches before groaning and sinking to the floor, holding my head. Corey stands in the doorway, staring at me. I can't see his face, but I just know that he looks worried.

"Laney? You ok, dude?" Corey asks, opening the door even more and placing and arm around my shoulders. Good thing my head wasn't visible, because then he would've seen my blush.

"Uh….yeah, I'm fine…ouch," I stammer before I grimace. "Ugh…"

"You don't look ok," Corey asks as he helps me up. "You should go back to the couch."

"I'm fine, Core," I say, a frown tugging at my lips. "I wanna take a shower, but I don't have a change of clothes with me."

Now it was Corey's turn to blush. I look at him, sudden hope in my eyes. Could he..?

Corey looks away. "You could...er...borrow a t shirt and …um…some basketball shorts," Core stammers, turning away from me.

What was his deal? I wonder, touching his shoulder. He stiffens, and then continues his walk out the restroom, not even looking at me.

*WICKED COOL TRANSITION*

I sit in the Riffin kitchen in a large t shirt and basketball shorts that are a little too big for me, eating some of Mrs. Riffin's pancakes and bacon. They are delicious! Corey enters the room, as beautiful as ever. His composure is cool again; earlier this morning he seemed out of it. I dive back into the food, licking the syrup from my fingers. Minutes pass before I look up and catch him staring at me with an expression that made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I blush and look down at the last pancake. I devour it. My head doesn't hurt as much, for Corey put some ointment or something on it. For a fourteen year old, he sure knows his medical stuff.

I finish the pancake, licking the remaining syrup from my fingers. Now only my hands are sticky. I felt better ever since getting all that dried blood off me in the shower. I pick up my dishes, rinse them, and then place them inside the dishwasher. I'm washing my hands; I feel Corey stare at me as I do it, but I'm too chicken to meet his stare. But now those butterflies in my stomach have turned into vicious eagles. I can't stop blushing. Good thing my hair is still damp from the shower, which made it longer; therefore hiding some of my face so Corey couldn't see.

I finish washing my hands and turn to meet Corey's stare. Now he turns slightly pink. Was he…was Core blushing?

No. He can't be. It's just a trick of the light coming in through the window over the sink. The rays of the sun are still pink, but less so.

"Thanks Core. For…fixing me up," I say, wiping my hands on a paper towel. Suddenly, slow romantic music starts. What the stuff? I mentally ask at Corey. He apparently doesn't get the message.

"No prob Lanes," he responds with a small smile. He takes a step towards me. "That's what bros are for."

Suddenly, a DJ scratch cuts through the air, silencing the romantic music. Hurt, I pause wiping my hands and set the half used paper towel on the nearby counter. I step back just a bit. Was that disappointment on Corey's face?

"Corey, we need to talk," I say, sighing. I knew this day would come. It's time to set my gender straight.

"Uhh…ok? What's up?" Core says nervously. I smirk at him. He knows that if I don't call him "Core", he's in trouble.

I look down, not knowing how to say this. "Corey, I'm a-" I start, but I'm cut off by a large bang. Trina has kicked open the door to the kitchen.

"Where's my breakfast ?" she demands as she walks in, her eyes scanning the room. They pause when she looks at us.

"That's totally gross," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Dudes aren't supposed to be that close to each other."

Core and I immediately separate to our respective sides. "Your breakfast is cold," Core says, not meeting my eyes. "Over there." He points to a plate of pancakes that I swear weren't there a few minutes ago.

"Oooh yay! Pancakes!" she squeals. Realizing we were staring at her, she adds, "If you want to stare, take a picture."

We both run out of the kitchen and go to the garage. Kin and Kon were now there, chatting it up with Lydia, who had probably arrived when I was eating. "Lydia!" I squeal, running towards her.

She looks up and upon recognizing me, squeals back, "Laney! Oh my gosh, I came over as fast as I could!"

I soon crush her in a hug. Or rather, she crushes me. "I'm so glad you're ok!" Lydia says, pulling back and looking me over for bruises. There is pure happiness in her eyes. But something else is there. I can't see because I'm in her hug again. "I'm so glad your cuts healed."

"If it wasn't for you, I would've been in an even worse state," Lanes says, pulling back to look at her eyes again. Whatever was there is gone now. "Thanks, Lydia. You…you saved my life. That dog could've killed me."

Happy tears run down Lydia's cheeks. "I would've done that any day of the year, Laney. I care about your safety. I'm just glad I got there in time."

We hug again, tears running down both our faces. I open my eyes and see the boys of Grojband. Kin and Kon hug each other, their faces much like the night Core and I sang "Please Come Back" to them. I smile at the memory. But I look over at Corey, who has a hurt expression on his face. My smile vanishes. Then I quickly let get go Lydia, who looks confused. I had just remembered. I didn't want Corey to hug me a few days ago, but this girl who I've known for a short while I'm hugging like lost family. Lone tears make their way down my face, and they have nothing to do with my life saver.

Sorry, Core, I think, looking down. At the edge of my vision, Lydia looks between the two of us, a small frown on her face. Looking up, I raise an eyebrow at her. The frown has been replaced by a bright smile. Huh. Maybe I had imagined that.

"Hey…" Lydia starts a small light bulb over her head. "Maybe we could have a Girl's Day Out! You know, to, uh, get your spirits up!" she finishes quickly, covering with a smile.

"How can you have a Girl's Day Out with just one girl?" Kon asks while wiping his eyes. Anger that I didn't even know was in me rises, hot and furious. I'm tired of being a "dude" to the band. It's about time I set things right.

"I'M NOT A DUDE!" I yell at them, my eyes turning red. "I WAS NEVER WAS A GUY, SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" I glare at every boy in the room. Kin and Kon look scared and confused. Corey looked at me with an unreadable expression. But one thing's for sure: fear was defiantly there. I threw my feelings for him aside and glare at him the hardest. He squirms under my stare.

"Shut u- " a certain pink haired girl called out, but I cut her off.

"BITCH, DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED," I seethe at Trina, who had appeared on in her bedroom doorway. I stare daggers at her. "YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR TRAP BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YA, UNDERSTOOD?"

Shocked, Trina looks at me, fear in her eyes. It seems like everyone was looking at me that way now-a-days.

I sorta liked it.

I could feel the ground beneath me trembling. "I'M TIRED OF EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE A DUDE AROUND HERE. WOULD IT KILL YOU TO REALIZE I'M A GIRL?!" I shriek the last word. My hair soon swirls around me. The world outside darkens to a blood red. Dark storm clouds gather above, lightening flashing. I am soon lifted off my feet. I've seen this all too many times to realize something.

I'm going into Diary Mode.

MUHAHAHA, cliffhangers, I love you so.

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