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The DiscoMonster, ESpencer, Sunshine In The Rain (new reviewer! :D), and MissFearless11. I LOVE YOU. I write because of you guys. ENJOY CHAPTER 4. – Removes red curtain and displays -

Diana's POV

Caine was having a wet dream about Diana. A very, very vivid one, at that. He tossed and thrashed, and the movement had Diana awake soon. She put one hand on his bare stomach, and slightly rocked him back and forth.

"Caine. Wake up." Diana said to his sleeping from.

And that's when a large amount of some strange, warm, white, gooey liquid appeared on Diana's hand.

Diana shrieked.

Caine woke with a start, quickly looking around and feeling the moisture on his pants. His face turned bright pink, and he saw Diana's hand, dripping with his liquid.

"EW CAINE THIS IS SO DISGUSTING!" Diana screamed at him.

"Hey, it's not my fault, okay? And keep it down before you wake Olivia and Kevin up. It was an accident." Caine said harshly.

"AN ACCIDENT?" Diana continued to scream at him. "YOU DON'T JUST…JUST…POUR YOUR STUFF ON SOMEONE AND CALL IT AN ACCIDENT!"

"Well, I'm sorry Diana, okay? Does that cover it? I'm sorry." Caine replied, voice dripping with anger.

"NO, CAINE SOREN. SORRY DOES NOT EVEN BEGIN TO COVER THIS. YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS." Diana screamed at him. She was about to continue, when she heard Olivia knock on the door.

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asked, about to open the door.

"Hide me!" Caine whispered urgently to Diana. "Just, lay on my stomach or something, I don't know."

"No you sick, perverted bastard!" Diana spat at him. "You just put your stuff on me and expect me to help you? I don't think so!"

"Come on! Hurry up!" Caine whispered back angrily.

"No! Hide yourse—" Diana began, but she was lifted by strong, heavy, invisible hands to Caine's lap. She groaned in disgust as she felt the liquid on her hand, now covering the back of her T-Shirt, sleep shorts, and some of her long, luscious hair. Right as Olivia walked in.

"Hey, I heard screaming, is something wrong?" Olivia asked with her innocent silver eyes.

"No, nothing at all." Diana and Caine replied at the same time. She quickly turned around to glare at him with her dark, beautiful eyes.

"Are you sure? Cuz, I'm positive I heard yelling." Olivia replied, frowning a little bit in concentration.

"Must have been a bad dream." Diana suggested, and Olivia shrugged and walked out, closing the door behind her. Caine sighed a sigh of relief, and Diana froze when her back pressed against Caine's chest.

"What…what is that?" Diana asked, her anger boiling up again.

"It's the morning." Caine replied in a harsh whisper.

"Oh my god, Caine, so help me if I don't kill you with my bare hands now." Diana whispered back, climbing off his chest. She tried to lift her brown hair up from her T-Shirt, but found it was covered in the white substance.

"EW EW ew, it's everywhere!" Diana shrieked quietly. She quickly grabbed some clean clothes, and headed into the shower. Diana took a 45 minute shower, scrubbing vigorously everywhere. Her hair shined like the sun by the time she was done, and her skin tingled from the scrubbing. She wrapped a towel around her hair, and one around her body when she heard the knock on the bathroom door. She rolled her eyes and opened it, seeing Caine. She almost closed it again, but he held it open with his stupid power.

"Can you please hurry? I need to wash the sheets before someone other than you and me sees them." Caine said quickly. Diana leaned against the doorframe, and saw his clothes were still dirty. She turned away from the horrendous sight.

"Give me a few mins." Diana said, closing the door before he could protest. She shook her hair out, and combed through it with one of the million brushes Olivia had. She then grabbed some Cherry Blossom lotion, and was about to apply it when she saw the color of the substance she was about to rub on her skin.

White. It was white.

Diana groaned and closed her eyes while she put it on. When she was done, she quickly put it away and got dressed in a cute tank top Olivia had given her. She also picked up the shorts she had randomly grabbed, and sighed. They were the shortest daisy dukes Diana had ever seen. Of course she had grabbed those. They probably wouldn't even fit.

But they did. And Diana flaunted around in the mirror, and played with the little rips in them, and the brown belt. She smiled in the mirror, noticing how her gums were completely healed and her cheeks were not hollow anymore. Her self-primp was interrupted by an impatient knock at the door. Diana rolled her eyes, tossed her dirty clothes in the bin, and opened it. She saw Caine, and above his head the ruined sheets. She rolled her eyes and stepped past him, and walked downstairs for breakfast.

Raisin bagels. Granola bars. Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Captain Crunch. Raisin Brand Crunch. Man. Olivia must like the crunches. Diana settled with a Brown Sugar Cinnamon pop tart, and waited patiently for the toaster to ding. When it did, Diana almost had a heart attack when she saw Kevin jump on the couch.

"GOOD GOD!" Diana exclaimed, putting one hand over her beating heart. Kevin swiveled around at the sound of her voice, his expression mirroring hers.

"Oh, hey! Good morning." Kevin said, blushing and pulling his shirt and jeans on underneath the blanket.

"You scared the living shit out of me." Diana accused.

"So did you." Kevin replied, smiling and standing up. "Are those Pop Tarts?"

"Yea. Want one?"

"Sure. Thanks."

"Yea, no prob. You got a nice girlfriend." Diana commented.

"Olivia? I know. She's the best. I couldn't ask for anyone better. She's nice, funny, caring, swee-"

"I didn't ask all that Kevin. I just said that you do." Diana snapped. Her mood was changing wildly.

"Okay. Sorry?" Kevin said, wondering why Diana's mood had changed so fast.

"Yeah. Whatever. Here." Diana said harshly, shoving the pop tart at his face. It was hot and it smashed into his cheek, and Diana stormed away. Kevin frowned in confusion, shrugged, then picked the pop tart off his face and ate it.

Diana walked to the back door, and looked out the glass sliding screen towards the little, breathtaking, out-of-a-movie pond Olivia had been tending to. Diana slid the door open, and stepped onto the soft, wood deck. She felt a small breeze, and Diana liked it. She smiled, and walked into the green grass. She said Indian style on the edge of the pond, and dipped her long fingers in the water. She then uncrossed her legs, and dipped them in the pond. The chill of it sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. She kicked her toned legs, and laughed to herself. She then remembered the pond she had at her old home, and started to cry. She remembered her mother. Her before vegetable mother. Her beautiful, caring, sweet, and nice mother.

"Diana!" her mother called. "Breakfast is starting! Let's make your favorite!"

Diana had been 4 years old at the time, but she remembered it perfectly.

Little Diana dashed down the stairs, her spiraly brown curls bouncing with excitement.

"Wafflwes!" Diana exclaimed, seeing the box on the counter. She could never pronounce it right, but her mother always smiled when she said it the way she did.

"Yes sweety! Now hurry up make them! Daddy said he's so hungry, he might eat the box up!" Her mother exclaimed with a smile. Diana's big, beautiful brown eyes turned bigger, and she gasped.

"Daddy eats waffle box? HURRY MOMMY! MAKE BEFORE DADDY EAT BOX!" Diana exclaimed. Her mother laughed and kissed the top of her soft head. Diana went in the fridge and grabbed two eggs, and dropped both of them.

"Whoopsies!" Diana said, a small, sad smile crossing her face.

"It's okay sweetie." Diana's mother crooned, cuddling her small face in her soft, warm hands. "There's more!" Diana nodded, and her mother and her fixed the best waffles in the world.

Diana's flashback ended, and a small part of her broke. She would give anything, anything to go back to that time. That place, her mother, her family. Her family. Her. Family.

"Diana?" Caine asked, walking towards her from the deck. Diana's head swung around, and she saw the only face she could really say she loved. She stood up, removing her toes from the pond, and walked over to Caine. She lightly pecked him on the lips, and interwined her fingers with his swinging them side to side, side to side.

"I love you." Diana crooned. Once again, another drastic mood swing. Caine frowned in confusion.

"Okay, Diana. Are you okay?" Caine asked. Diana's eyes filled up with tears. She tore her hands from him, and the tears bubbled over.

"You didn't say it back!" Diana cried. "You don't love me! No one loves me!" Diana sobbed. Caine frowned even deeper, and wrapped his arms around Diana's shoulders. She smacked his hands off, and glared at him.

"Don't touch me! I HATE YOU!" Diana screamed at him. She ran back into the house, slamming the door behind her. She ran up to their room, and saw the clean sheets. She yanked them off the bed, and sat in the middle of the matress and tugged hard on her hair. A few strands fell out, only a few, and she closed her eyes. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and ran to the bathroom. She pulled down her shorts, and saw red.

Red.

All over her shorts.

And her panties.

Diana screamed.

Olivia came running in the bathroom, and she saw Diana's shorts, and didn't look up any higher.

"Oh, God! Uhh, I think my mom has some of those helpful things? I'll get you some new clothes." Olivia said quickly, blushing a deep pink. She came back seconds later, and slid the sweatpants, panties, and the pad under the door.

"Thanks." Diana said quickly. She changed her clothes, and slid up her panties with the pad on. It felt weird. Like a diaper. She placed her ex-favorite shorts in the bin, and sighed. There was no way she would be able to get that red out. She washed her hands, adjusted the sweatpants, and stepped out of the bathroom. Olivia met her there, and Diana jumped a little.

"I can restore the shorts, if you really liked them." Olivia suggested.

"Would you really? They were really cute." Diana said, unusual happiness in her voice.

"Yea no prob!" Olivia said, pushing past her to the bin.

"Thanks again." Diana said before walking downstairs. She made a grilled cheese sandwich, and thought about how she really was a woman now.

Was she ready for that?

It was such a big jump, and so early. There was enough shit in her life, and now she had to deal with some monthly crap. All Diana wanted to do was just take a Tylenol, and take a nap.

And that's exactly what she did.

Olivia's POV

Oh my god. That was the scariest thing Olivia had ever seen. There was blood! BLOOD! Not like a little drip, but a lot! Olivia ran downstairs to tell Kevin, then reminded herself that he may not want to hear it, and Diana probably wouldn't want Olivia to tell him. Instead she wrapped her little hands over Kevin's eyes, and smiled.

"Guess who." She said in a deep voice, trying to sound unlike herself. He smiled , turned around, and kissed her lips passionately.

"Hmm. Unless I just kissed Olivia's twin, then it was Olivia." Kevin said, eyes still covered.

"Uhm." Olivia said, still in the same deep voice. "This is Mikey man. You're gay. You just kissed me."

"Mikey, man, do you have soft lips." Kevin said, knowing it was Olivia. She giggled, she couldn't help herself. She removed her hands, and stared at him with her glowing silver eyes.

"Kevin, man, I do have soft lips." Olivia said, not changing her voice.

"Soft lips I want to kiss again." Kevin replied, putting his hands on Olivia's face and bringing it towards his.