Well, I'm living up to my promise of updating before the weekend is out. Don't worry, the story itself hasn't been rushed along to meet my deadlines, I've had this chapter written down for a while anyway. I've written up to chapter 8 so i'm good for a while.

Once again, thanks a mil to all the loverly people who've read and reviewed my fic, you've all been so nice and accomodating. But anways -back to where we left off...

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Chapter 4:

Sam couldn't believe he was doing this. How his mother always managed to manipulate him ever so nicely into doing things was one of her greatest skills. Now he was stuck with a girl who seemed like a good candidate for a job as a schizophrenic. Eliza was equally thrilled. She was being pitied by her boss-of-apporximately-3 hours' son. A guy who plainly had never looked in a mirror from the looks of his multi-patterned, multi-coloured shirt. Okay, so she wasn't really one to talk, not exactly being tres chic herself, but my God, at least her clothes didn't require a 'may induce cerebral haemorraging' warning. This was going to an interesting afternoon.

They soon arrived outside of another store, one that looked like it had been last redecorated about 20 years ago, back in 1964. Sam sighed and began walking into it, while Eliza merely continued to examine the exterior. "Come on," he muttered, spotting her staring and pulled her into the store.

Once inside she noticed that it was clearly a comice book store, and a badly organised one at that. 'What a surprise!' she thought to herself, 'Sam had taken her to a comic book store, who could have known?'. It smelled funny too, along with the numerous other problems she could pick up on. She wasn't much of a comic book fan herself, too many pictures, too little dialogue, too much action, not enough plot for her taste. She was much more of a Dickens girl herself.

"Sam!" came a voice from the back. Another boy stepped forward to them. He was tall with dark brown hair and a monotone voice, and dressed like he'd just undergone military tactical manouvers. Eliza unknowingly looked at him with absolute bewilderment on her face.

"Hey, Al" replied Sam, walking forward to greet him, "How's it goin', man?"

"Same shit, different day" the boy replied, before noticing Eliza string at him with a strange look on her face. "Who's the chick? Case of posession?" He said the last part almost hopefully.

"Would you believe it, no" replied Sam, "Alan, this is Eliza Croydon, she works at my mom's video store. Eliza, this is Alan Frog."

"Frog?" she asked, before she could stop herself, confusing Alan.

"Where's Edgar?" said Sam quickly trying to change the subject quickly.

"Out back," replied Alan, "We got a new shipment"

"Cool" exclaimed Sam, suddenly, more animated, "Can I see?"

"Sure, boxes should be open by now," answered Alan. The two moved away from Eliza towards the storeroom, abandoning her amongst the Spidermans. Being ditched -now, who could have seen that coming? It didn't bother her really, she didn't particularly like either of them either. She began scoping her surroundings, moving among the different racks of comic books slowly, collating data. The whole place was extremely badly organised, the comics weren't even alphabetical or numerical order, it was starting to annoy her. Seriously bug her, to say the least. She felt herself compelled to fix things, despite knowing she shouldn't, she couldn't stand this disorder any longer. She couldn't comprehend how anyone could. She had often wondered if she may have had obsessive compulsive tendencies, then she remembered her window issues and her lack of coordination when it cames to clothes. She was fine. She started with a nearby shelf full of Supermans, rearranging them first in alphabetical, then numerical order.

"Um... can I help you?" came a voice suddenly from behind her. She chose to ignore it, she was too busy right now. "I said can I help you?" cam the the voice again, gruff sounding and slightly annoyed. Eliza rolled her eyes, she thought she better answer.

"This place is chaos," she said bluntly, not taking her eyes of her task, totally focused, "I'm fixing it."

"Well," said the voice, sounding more annoyed now, "you're not really allowed to do that, aren't you."

"Regardless,"she replied, "It has to be done. Typographical errors, clerical errors, wrong numbers, geographically incorrect placed shelves, signs with gramatical errors. Do you even know what day of the week it is." Her voice was nonchalant, but blunt at the same time. The conversation was pointless, whether or not this person realised it.

"Look," came the voice again, agitated, "That ain't your job, okay? So just cut it out."

"Has to be done", she replied muttered in a tone which seemed to say 'this guy's an idiot'.

"Just cool it," he said, but this time an arm came down, and pulled her up from her task. She spun around annoyedly and faced her antagonist. He was another boy, stoney faced and angry looking with very bad hair. He was also dressed like a some sort of action figure.

"Hey, what's going on here?" came Sam's voice from nearby. He and Alan walked up towards her and the other boy.

"He's being difficult." Eliza stated plainly, folding her arms in idignation. She wouldn't usually have been so confrontational, as you've seen she's more of a fainter really but this time she was annoyed. Couldn't these people see the utter chaos surrounding them? She was trying to fix things that just had to be fixed.

"Me?!" exclaimed the boy, sounding not-so-gruff all of a sudden.

"Ed, what you do?" asked Alan stoically.

"Me?!" he reiterated, "She was messing up the stuff".

"Fixing," she corrected him.

"Look, dudes, I'm sorry," Sam interjected before Edgar could retaliate on Eliza, "My mom made me bring her with me."

"Because I'm friendless," she interupted bluntly, she didn't like Sam trying to make himself seem like a martyr in front of his idiot friends at her expense.

"Yeah..." said Sam, confused as to why she had said what she had just said, "...Look, I just won't bring her back here again."

"Fine with me," replied Edgar.

"But... " Sam continued, "She kinda has to go with us today. Just so I can say to my mom that I tried."

"Fine," said Edgar hesitantly, this was a pain in the ass.

"And you're okay with that?" Alan asked Eliza, a little confused as to why she didn't seem to mind Sam saying all of this. Wasn't she insulted at all?

"I don't like any of you either," she said, a little more defensively than she had intended to be, "You're messy and you all dress badly." She didn't see the point of beating around the bush, she would never have to socialise with these people again, except Sam. All three of them stared at her for a moment. Now they were the ones who had been insulted. Now they knew what it felt like. Although, she did feel a bit guilty for saying it so bluntly, she was supposed to be learning new social skills and instead she was insulting everyone. But Sam had been mean first she reassured herself, so now they were even.

"Ok," said Sam, clapping his hands together, trying to break the uncomfortable silence hanging in the air, Who's hungry?" He felt so embarresed. The Frog Brothers may have not been the coolest guys in Santa Carla, but they were his friends and he had just brought in a nutcase to insult them. His mom owed him big time for this. The brothers both nodded and they all began to head for the exit, when Alan suddenly stopped.

"Wait," said Alan, "We should give one of the books."

"Come on, Alan, " Sam whined, he couldn't believe he was pulling this stunt now. Why did they have to do this to everyone?

"No, he's right, Sam" Edgar continued, pulling a comic from under a shelf. He handed it to Eliza, "Read this, it just might save your life." Eliza looked at the comic, it siad 'Vampires Everywhere!' and had a picture of a monsterous man with blood dripping from his mouth on the cover. Nice.

"You guys are unbelievable," Sam sighed, no wonder those 2 never had girlfriends. He had known the brothers for 3 years and they were still pretty much the 2 freaks he had met that first night on the boardwalk. And that's just how he liked them. Sure, obviously now other things occasionally became more important than fighting for truth, justice and the American way, such as girls and homework, but essentially the Frog Brothers hadn't changed. Still focused on saving the world. Not that they were fighting evil every night of the week or anything. In fact, since the death of the vampires there hadn't much supernatural activity at all, but the Frogs were still ever vigilent for any sign of darkness.

"Hey," said Edgar, his voice solemn and full of self-importance, "It's our job to ensure that everyone has the necessary protection against the undead." The shooting a disdainfil glance at Eliza, "No matter who they are."

"Undead?" asked Eliza quietly, understandably a little bewildered.

"Vampires and the like," replied Alan, his voice now also solemn, and maybe even a little more monotone than before, "Creatures of the night who's only wish is to tear innocent people to pieces." he was staring gravely at her eerily.

She couldn't believe it. Vampires? Creatures of the night? They were making fun of her! They thought she was some sort of handicap who they could spook easily. She may not have minded Sam's obvious lack of regard for her earlier, she wasn't exactly charming herself, but now his friends were actually were condescending her and treating her like some sort of guillible idiot. Her IQ was prbably more than all of theirs put together! She may have been bolder earlier but this brought back her insecurity and shyness again. Having two people she didn't even know making fun of her and treating her like a fool was just horrible. It hurt. She tried not to let it show but she could feel tears welling up behind her eyes again. Oh, crap. Not this again.

"Holy shit, dude!" exclaimed Alan, noticing she was upset, "We've freaked her out!"

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Okay, this chapter was fairly short, but at least we have the Frog Brothers again! (Hooraysies!) I know the Frogs and Sam don't seem like great characters at the moment but never fear, they get better. They're all just at the Moody-Michael stage of their teenage years, so don't worry too much. And also I couldn't help noticing how emo Eliza seems in this chapter, but that's just for now and was actually unintentional. In the next chapter all four characters will be alot better. In fact the next chapter is probably the funniest so far (well, my sister thought so anyway) so at least we have that to look forward to! And don't worry, the Lost Boys will be reintroduced eventually.

But now I actually need your help. I want to hear what you guys want to read. Any suggestions at all would be great, but here are a few ideas I was having which I'd like to get feedback on:

1) Alan gets a girlfriend or at least a crush, but not Eliza, he's always the overlooked Frog so I thought it would be a good idea.

2) Edgar or Sam, which should develop a relationship (albeit a strange one) with Eliza? I have certain ideas about it, but I'd like your opinions.

3) Should Eliza have a backstory as to why she was homeschooled/why she's so socially awkward?

Once again thanks for reading, it means alot! Let me know what you think?