This chapter is for giggles! I made it funny because I watched so many romatic comedies and comedies yesterday so I am like all movie crazy. This is a build up for the next chapter. Enjoy! Yes the characters may seem OOC, but you try to fit Ciel and Sebastian normal attitudes in the 21st century. They would be dead by now. I try to keep them as IC as I can. :)

"Hello, Louis."

I fumbled to catch my Chocolatte from Starbucks before it just clattered to the floor. I stomped my foot and groaned at the wasted beverage. I turned to stare at Ciel. "What the hell is wrong with you? I needed that!" I yelled. Ciel sat in a chair in the middle of the hallway in his "night shirt", his arms crossed. I stared at the clock behind him. It was 4 in the morning.

"What are you doing up at 4 in the morning? You're not gonna get any taller if you don't sleep enough, Pee Wee…"

Ciel's brow twitched. I smiled.

"Ah…so you don't like being called short…Shorty, Half Pint, Vertically challenged, midget, dwarf," I just kept going and going. Ciel threw his arms into the air and went into our room. I threw my bag on the couch and wet a dishtowel to scrub away the stain from my Chocolatte. That boy owed me one. Celestial trotted over to me and spun around, presenting herself. I smiled and picked her up, lying down on the couch. Her white paws stroked my face as she tried to get my attention. My mind was on Sebastian. There was something off about him yet he seemed completely harmless. And he was kind of…nerdy. I hugged Celestial's black body close to me and dwelled on Sebastian more. A faint blush spread across my cheek.

"Alright, it is time for bed before I think of something dirty." I cringed at the thought. I kicked off my shoes and pulled the blanket over my body. "Night, Ciel! By the way, you owe me a Chocolatte!"

Celestial loomed over my face, her green eyes smiling.

"OH SHIT!"

Wow…what a way to start a morning. I rushed about the house grabbing articles and food. I had 10 minutes to get to work and I had just woken up. I threw on a simple white blouse, a black skirt, brown stockings, and black heels. I fixed my hair into a revolting bun and raced out the door, with my coffee of course. I raced down the stairs.

"Hello again," greeted Sebastian. I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" I asked. It can't just be a coincidence that he shows up near my house. He smiled. "My motorcycle is having a few complications so I decided to venture on the bus." It took me a while to process what he had just said. "You have never ridden a bus before?" Sebastian smirked.

"Sadly no. I'm afraid that where I come from, there are no buses. Let alone cars."

Um…okay…

I ignored that comment and moved my legs to keep warm. Sebastian watched me. He opened his jacket and nodded his head at me. "Come here, Louis."

I sashayed over to him and snuggled inside. Is it odd for a girl to snuggle into the jacket of a guy she barely knows? …Frankly I don't give a damn what you guys think. I was cold. Case closed.

"I would scream 'stranger danger' but it's too cold…" I mumbled. Sebastian chuckled. "You truly are unique…"

Sebastian leaned close to my ear. "May I ask what you are doing after work?" I woke up from my daydream and looked at him.

"Huh? Oh, nothing so far."

"I was wondering if you wished to spend the day with me…"

I blushed. "What do you mean by 'spend the day'? As in a whole 24 hours or - -?"

Sebastian laughed. "If you wish, my dearest…" he said seductively.

My knees turned to 'Can't believe it's not butter!' butter."

Damn…this guy was good.

"Alright, I will. But only for a little while. I have responsibilities at home."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And what would those be?" I looked down the roads for the bus. "A kid I'm taking care of…" Sebastian smiled sinisterly. "And my cat…" His eyes widened in shock. "You have cat?" he asked, sounding giddy. "Yea, a little kitten with black fur and white paws. She's adorable." Sebastian hugged my body. "I would like to see her sometime…"

Oh no, a dirty thought!

My butt isn't too far away from…IT!

I started to freak out a little. I pushed him away. "I don't like having my personal bubble invaded," I snapped. He bowed slightly. "I am deeply sorry." I tilted my head at him. "Why do you talk like that?'

"Like what?" he asked, seriously confused. "All formal and shit. It's weird. You don't even curse."

"I cursed before when your friend was around. I said 'fuck'." I rolled my eyes.

"'Fuck' doesn't count. It comes from the German word 'streiken' which means 'to strike'."

Sebastian smirked, almost like he was impressed by my knowledge. "Where did you learn that?"

"YouTube."

Sebastian chuckled in his fist.

I looked down at my watch and cursed. "Great, I have three minutes to get to work." I thrashed my head from side to side, searching for the bus. "Fuck it." I tore off my high heels and ran down the street.

"Bye, Sebastian!" I shouted behind me! Sebastian waved.

I leaned against Lucy's cubicle, panting out my life. "G-Good morning." I stuttered. Lucy looked me up and down. "Sheesh, you look like hell. What happened?" she asked. I raised a finger to make her wait. I couldn't breathe. "I-I woke up late. Then I waited at the bus stop for the bus, but it never came. So I ran my ass over here. The end." I collapsed in the seat by her cubicle.

"Maybe this is a sign that you should BUY A CAR!" she yelled. I fanned myself with an article. "I know, I know. You've been giving me that speech for years. But I want to get a nicer house before I get a car. Or my good friend could give me one of hers," I begged, giving her my best puppy dog face.

"Hell no. I've seen you drive. A retarded monkey could do a better job!" she commented.

"A retarded monkey has 4 hands! Why are we even arguing about this?" I yelled. Lucy shook her head, her hoops clanking against her skin. "Look, I'll help you. All you have to do is show me what car you want and how much money you can offer up. I'll fill in the rest." I squealed and hugged her. "Oh I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"Please get off me." Lucy pushed me away. "By the way, what happened to that kid you had here?" "Oh you mean Ciel? I kinda found a baby sitter…" Lucy stared at me. "You asked Helga, didn't you?"

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Ciel stared up at the tall woman before him. She was old fashioned with a tight brownish gray bun, glasses hanging off her nose, a mole at the side of her lip, large breasts covered by a button down which was tucked into a skirt that went right underneath them, and stockings with boots.

Ciel backed away. "W-Where are you from?" he asked, more nervous than he had ever been. "Russia," she answered. "Come," she said, picking him up. "We feed you now. You like goat guts?" she asked, walking to the kitchen. Ciel struggled but eventually gave up. His eyebrow twitched. "LOUIS, I'LL KILL YOU!"

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I smiled weakly. Lucy shook her head at me. "Poor kid." I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "What was I supposed to do? Run here while holding his hand? I have a life, you know! I actually have a date tonight!" I yelled. Lucy patted the stool next to her. "Oh do tell!" I sat down. Lucy looked down at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" she asked. I followed her gaze. "Oh yea…I threw them in my cubicle." I answered, nodding. I think I overshot my cubicle and hit someone, but whatever.

"Okay, you remember that guy I was with last night when you were all drunk and shit?" I asked. Lucy stroked her imaginary beard. "I believe I do. He had raven black hair, right?" "Yea! Well this morning, I saw him at the bus stop and he asked me if I was doing anything after work." Lucy's eyes widened. "And, and, and?" she pressed. "Well I said no and he wanted me to spend the day with him after work." "As in a whole 24 hours?" Lucy asked. "That's what I asked! Then he said 'If you wish, my dearest…' all seductive so I said yes because of my raging sexual hormones." Lucy rested her chin on her knuckles. "Wow…Good job." I leaned back. "What do I do now?" Lucy perked up. "Duh! We go shopping for a slutty outfit!"

"Why do you have to say it like that? I just want normal clothes…"

"Do you want him in your pants or not?" Lucy asked.

"Not!" I shouted, shielding myself.

"Is that unproductive chatter I hear?" a voice said. Lucy and I turned with smiles. "Hi Greg."

Gregory was the owner of the newspaper. He was a tall guy with brown hair and green eyes. He wore a red and white picnic table button down, a black tie, and black slacks with matching shoes. And he was gay, so BONUS!

"How are you ladies doing?" he asked, sipping on his coffee. "Okay, I guess." I answered. He sat on my lap, stroking my head. "Aw, what happened?" I rolled my eyes. "You don't really care do you?"

"…No," he answered. "By the way, the boss wants to see you."

Oh no…

I slipped on my shoes as I knocked on the boss's door. "Y-You wanted to see me?" I asked, pushing the door open.

"Have a seat," he suggested. I quickly sat down. I haven't been this frightened since 5th grade. We were doing a musical on Romeo and Juliet. I got casted as Juliet. She had the most lines. Mostly singing. The rest dying.

But it wasn't because my boss called me in the office. It was because of the way he looked. He creeped the shit outta me. He was hot. I mean, REALLY hot. It was just so creepy that no one has tried to make a move on him. He had curly brown hair, blueish gray eyes, and dorky like glasses. He wore a white polo and blue vest with white pants. Doesn't sound hot, but wait till you see his face.

"Is there something you need, sir?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.

"Yes, it's your article." He threw it on the desk. "We can't use it…"

I deadpanned. What did he just say? "What? But why? I worked my butt off for this article. I'm tired of being an advisor. I want to be an actual journalist…I-I…"

He placed his hand up to stop me. "I know, and you would be a great addition. Your article is fantastic, believe me. But we need something more…Interesting…"

"What the hell did you just say?" I demanded.

"Just come back with something that would be useful for all age groups and you're in…"

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"Helga?" I called into the dark house. "Ciel? Are you still alive in here?" I turned the corner and jumped. "Oh my God, Helga! Hi…" I greeted. Helga stared down at me over her glasses. "You back early…Little boy hide from Helga. Not sure where he went." I looked past her. "It's okay. You can go now. Thank you." I gestured her to the door and locked it.

"You can come out now Ciel." I said into the dark, throwing my bag into the couch. Ciel crawled out of the cabinet and tackled me to the ground.

"How dare you leave me alone with that madman! Are you insane?" he shouted at me. I stared up at him. "You may be younger than me, but this is rape in some country." Ciel blushed and crawled off me. I bounced up and dusted off my clothes. "And second of all, Helga is a woman; not a man." Ciel stared at me. "How would you know that?" he yelled. "Oh calm down, you crybaby. Look, I'm here now even though I'll be leaving again soon."

"What?" Ciel shouted, looking for a new hiding spot. "Oh calm down and come here," I said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the living room.

I turned on the TV to some romantic comedy and opened a bottle of Smirnoff.

I wonder if Sebastian drinks…Probably not.

Ciel sat next to me, sipping on a Caprisun. Sweets were the only thing that made him shut up. And sugary juices.

"Hey Ciel…" I began. He looked at me. "What?"

"How old are you?"

"13, actually."

"Huh…" I began again. "I always thought you were 14. Have you received the sex talk yet?"

Ciel stared at me. "What?"

I looked at him. "You heard me. The sex talk. Have you been told the story?"

He shook his head 'No'.

I nodded. "Want me to tell you?"

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Ciel stared wide eyed at the blank TV screen. I nodded. "You know, I wore that same expression when my dad told me. And I was 4." I looked at my cellphone screen. It was 6:20. I got up and finished my Smirnoff. "Well, I gotta go." Ciel didn't move.

"Um, Ciel?" I called. Ciel turned to me, still wearing the same expression. "Have you…done that before?" I slipped on a white polo and black jeans. I nodded. "Yea…it hurt." Ciel's eyes grew and he ran into our room.

"It hurts for girls!" I shouted after him, leaving.

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"Hi." I greeted Sebastian. He wore black skinnies, a maroon button down, black shoes, and his black trench coat. He looked me up and down. "You look nice," he commented. I blushed. "Thanks. I'm not wearing my work pin, am I?" I asked. He circled around me. "No. You look fine." He walked ahead. I hugged my trench coat to my body and followed. Per usual, I slipped on a stray patch of ice. "Oh…my…God…" I mumbled, clinging onto a pole.

"Walk much, dumbass?" Sebastian asked stopping and turning.

My eyes widened. "What did you just say?" I asked, chuckling.

"I said 'Walk much, dumbass?'. You did want me to start cursing more, yes?"

I laughed and shook my head at him. "That doesn't count. No, no, no, no, no." He tilted his head. "I was not aware that there were rules to your foulmouthed game. Please tell me them…"

I counted on my fingers. "The curse can't be set up by an individual. It has to be out of the blue. The curse has to have emotion behind it. No apologizing after you do it." Sebastian nodded. He turned and laughed. I caught up to him and latched onto his arm.

"You're a bitch. How's that?" he asked.

I laughed and smacked his arm.

"No, not even close."

Next chapter is Louis and Sebastian's date. We learn alot about Louis and she does some awesome stuff. Also to see how Ciel is dealing with the aftermath of the sex talk. Review if you liked it! Bye :)