Sorry in advance if any of my characters are OOC. I want certain characters to say certain stuff, to make certain things happen (I'm certain on this:) ).

I got my first request. I won't tell you what it is, because I know that a lot of you don't like spoilers. I was already planning on doing it, but thanks dude, nice to know I've got active readers (and hopefully fans).

And "cos" means cuz, as in because. I picked cos up from a British magazine, and it stuck with me. No one was asking, but I was nervous that none of my American followers would get it.

Chapter 4 ~*SARA*~

Let's just skip the rest of the packing, and say the car ride was long (and a bitch).

We finally get to the house, and I can't believe it. Better than I thought. Much better than I thought. I was thinking it would be some crappy place... but where would there be a crappy place in New York that wouldn't be noticed? Still, the place is so average I thought we just stopped cos we're out of gas. There are even well-manicured bushes. Not the place you'd imagine tough-guy Logan living in.

Two girls come outside as we're getting out of the car. I suppose these are the "Rogue" and "Half-pint" Logan was talking about. They're complete opposites. One is dressed in these pastel colors and her light-brown hair in up in a high ponytail. The other, who's about a head taller than the first, is dressed in fishnets and black and all this stuff. Her dark hair, which has white streaks in it, is in a bob.

"Kurt!" Pastel-Girl exclaims, hugging him. "Logan found you! It's so great to see you again! I really missed you!" Gag me with a spoon. The only times I've heard people be so enthusiastic are when they want something, or they want to be something.

Goth girl hangs back. "Hey..." she mutters to the ground.

"Girls," Logan clears his throat.

The girls suddenly look at me. Makes me feel pretty weird.

"Hi, I'm Kitty!" Pastel-girl says, hugging me. Man, that girl is filled with energy. She wouldn't last five minutes on the streets of New York. "It's so great to meet you! Are you staying here? Are you a mutant?!"

"Uh, yes and no," I say, struggling to get out of her death grip. "I mean, yes, I'm staying here. And, no, I'm not a mutant." At least I don't think... where did that thought come from?

"Well, I'm still glad you're gonna be here!" she yells. Make me feel bad for not being a mutant while you're at it. "This place is nice and all, but Mr Logan-"

"Hey," the other girl says, interrupting Paste-Kitty. "Call me Rogue,"

"Follow me inside," Logan says to Kurt and me. "There are only two rooms-"

"We probably won't be able to share," Kurt says to me, interrupting Logan. "Kitty and Rogue... don't exactly... get along,"

The two girls turn to each other and glare, which I think is pretty immature of them. Even though they are as different as day and night (quite literally), there could be the slightest chance they could like each other. It's also pretty unprofessional of them. In the "business", if you showed even the slightest disinterest in someone, employers will assume that you wouldn't like anyone even remotely like that person, and there goes your chance of ever moving up.

Yeah, I'm an entertainer. A singer, to be exact. It started as a way I could make a buck (since I didn't exactly get out of high school with straight As) and get a better apartment for Kurt and me, but just recently I really got into it. Did a few commercials here and there. Got a shitload of money for standing there and looking pretty in their clothes and stuff. More money than I get singing, which requires more work (and a little thing called talent, since apparently every hot chick thinks they're the next Cher). Long story short, if Logan requires us to pay rent, I'm prepared.

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As I'm putting my stuff away, I'm being closely watched by Kitty the Enthusiastic Pastel Girl. I pretend I don't notice, but with each passing minute, I feel more and more like asking if she needs something.

"You know," she suddenly says. Finally. "Expect to have some weird moments. Not many humans understand us. Actually, it would be better-"

"Listen, Cat," I say, spinning around to face her. "I have experienced weird things. I don't need you warning me and telling me what's better for me,"

"Oh, yeah?" she asks, seriously thinking she's going to win. Apparently she hasn't met me, the Argument Queen. "Have you ever fallen through the floor while you were asleep?"

"You ever met a guy who looked forty, and tried to pick you up with lines from the sixties?" I reply. Ha.

"Have you ever met a guy who could cause an earthquake in his surroundings with his mind?"

"Oh, yeah? What about thinking you're at a ComicCon, but finding out you're actually at a Drag competition with a si-fi theme just minutes after you were hit on by many 'guys'?"

"Met a woman who could transform into whoever and whatever she wanted?"

"Do it with a guy, but then find out it was a dream by waking up wrapped around a pillow?"

"MET A REAL-LIFE WEREWOLF?!"

"...seriously?" I can't help but ask. I've heard rumors about werewolves and vampires, but then again, in the NY, anything is possible.

She giggles. "No, actually, he just looked the part," she giggles again. Man, that girl is a bit too perky for my tastes. Good thing the only guys around New York that are that perky aren't into my gender. "Oh, look at us. Me, jealous, trying to convince you to leave. You, being you," At least she's smart. "Can we start over?"

"Sure," I say. Better to have a friend in this house that I secretly don't really like than an enemy.

"Great," she hugs me. Again with the hugging. I think I'm gonna end up liking hard-ass Logan better than her. At least he doesn't hug. When she back away, she asks, "Has Kurt ever used German while talking to you?"

"Yeah!" I exclaim, easing up. "All the time! He even helped me through my German homework when I was in school. He ever act weird in front of you?"

"OMG, all the time!" she exclaims. "He ever do that thing where he'd just randomly teleport whenever he felt like it?"

"Whenever he was bored,"

"Same with me!"

We start laughing our heads off. I think I might like her.