A/N: Okay, seriously, why do we call it Author's Note anyway? We all know that in the end the author takes up half the word count up just with this so-called Author's Note. Thus, I'm renaming this Author's Rant. Capiche? Okay? Okay. So, here we go. I apologize for not updating for like days, weeks, months...years? No, not years...okay yes maybe a year. But, who gives a fuck...I do..I give a fuck...I give many fucks actually. (I wrote fuck so much it sounds funny now. Say it with me! Fuck! Yeah, that feels better, huh? Yell it out to the heavens, in front of your parents even!) Don't do what I said in the parentheses there, you'll be punished.

Where was I, oh yeah. I am continuing this story, in fact, after this tirade the chapter shall truly begin. However, I just want to inform all of you that...this may actually shock you...I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH THIS STORY! NOR ANY OF MY OTHER STORIES! Yes, it's the truth. I lost all of my idea documents...no idea what happened. So, yes, I'm completely lost. But! Fear not dear readers, your minds won't be crushed with my spontaneous abnormality that is my geniusnessess...that's not a word...don't use it in school you'll get put in the 'Special Class' I was in that once...not fun...no one cares about my 4.5! No ONE!

So, without further adieu, please enjoy this new chappy! That I wrote, without any help from my Idea Documents, or prior thoughts! WAHOO!

Rin cursed silently under her breath, the O.P.I nail polish container tipped over onto her wooden bedroom floor, spilling a substantial amount of orange nail polish. Orange nail polish that was supposed to be on her toes. Pissed at whatever divine being had toppled over the bottle (it was her hand, but she refused to believe she could do so), she sat up, walking on her heels to the bathroom. As she waddled down the hall, her mother gave her a look of curiosity and humor.

"Rin...why are you walking like a penguin?" The younger blonde blushed in embarrassment, looking down at her toes and then at her mother. She repeated the movement twice.

"Um, my toes are wet? And...um...yeah." Shaking her head, Anemone chose to walk away, taking the basket of dirty laundry down the steps with her. As she went off, Rin swore she heard mumblings of 'crazy teenagers these days...need better posture'. The highschooler sighed, going back to her journey for paper towels. Her toenails unharmed, Rin made it back to her room and cleaned up the spilt polish. As she threw away the dirty paper, her phone began to ring, Drops of Jupiter being sung out through the speakers.

"Hello?"
"Rinny!"
"I really wish you wouldn't yell over the phone Miki..."
"Yeah, yeah. You act like I give a damn, bitch."
"Is that your new nickname for me? Seriously, that's the worst term of endearment you could have chosen!" Rin stated indignantly. She strolled from her desk over to her bed, sitting on the new purple sheets she had put on.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway! What are you doing tonight?"
"Seeing as how it's 4PM, and tonight will be coming in about 2 or so hours...nothing. Why?"
"YES! It's party time, shit face!"
"I don't think you understood me before, that was not an improvement in nicknames...in fact, you're getting worse."
"Rin! Listen to me! Tonight, at Crypton Manor, there's goin to be a kick-ass, humgofying, bitchin, fucktastic party!" Rin cringed at the made up curse words her friend made and at the mention of Crypton. She did not want to think about that boy on a weekend. It was a time for her to relax, settle down, and not think about annoying boys that make her want to blow a fuse.

"Miki, I'm not going!"
"Ugh! Stop being such lazy ass! Put on your lacy thongs and go to the party with me!"
"...I...I don't h-h-have lacy th-thongs!"
"Yes you do, I saw you in Victoria's Secret the other day."
"Doesn't mean I bought anything! You're such a stalker!"
"Never mind that! I'm picking you up in 20 minutes, get your skinny butt ready, ass wad!"
"Really! Why can't you just keep calling me Rinny!" Miki had hung up, leaving Rin to sigh in vexation as she stood up from her bed to go to her closet, finding an outfit to wear for the party.

She really didn't want to go. In fact, she could think of a million better things to be doing on a Saturday night instead of going to Len Crypton's house...er, manor...or whatever rich people called them these days. Just a glimpse of him would cause her heart to beat at a speed not human (in rage mind you!), and Rin wasn't sure she'd be able to take such a thing. The blonde sucked in her breath, trying to calm herself down as she flicked through her hanged clothes. She chose an open back striped shirt, held together by neon pink thread. Laying the garment down on her desk, she reached down and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans from her drawer and took out her new wedge sandals. Done. She thought as she began changing.

In only ten minutes, she'd be in the car with Miki. Going to the devil's lair. Dear God! Help her now!

"WOOH! Party time! Let's get wasted!" Akaito exclaimed as he let his head out of the skylight, shaking his ass in front of his boyfriend's face. The blue haired male blushed madly, looking away as he wrung his hands together. Rin giggled in the passenger seat next to Miki who was head banging to some techno music. Unfortunately, Rin's mother had let her out at short notice, saying that her little flower needed to get out more. The quartet pulled up into Spring's Heights, an expensive housing development. Miki parked her car on the side of a house where teenagers, Solo cups, and other various items littered the lawn. Bright lights were shining through the windows and the music was blasting from more than one place. Rin gulped.

"Come on, bitches! Let's go have some fun!" Akaito and Miki cheered together, jumping out of the car and skipping up to the mansion, while Rin and Mikuo silently walked behind them. Rin was hyperventilating on the inside, trying not to get noticed by the many people she passed by, and Mikuo simply kept up his silence demeanor.

Len Crypton sat on his sofa, arms spread out, with one leg on top of the other. He smirked as he took another sip of beer from the cup in his left hand. He was in his living room, bobbing his head to music some kid had brought over while the guests, who had brought even more guests, who in turn brought more guests, danced around him. Girls his age and older trailed their hands over him, some trying to cuddle up to him, only to be shot down by his glare. He was waiting. Waiting for a certain girl to come. The blonde male heard a yell of excitement from down the hall, and chuckled as he watched two red heads come dancing in, already in the party mood.

He sighed, sitting up to reach in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it easily with the lighter he kept in his front pocket. He blew smoke from his cancer stick, and sat back again; this time his legs spread open. Again, he saw more people pass by his living room from the archway; five more girls (who winked as they passed him) six more guys who were running up the spiral staircase to one of the many rooms of his home. The blonde male tapped his foot against the floor, anxious. Where was she? The whole school was here already, and still there was no sign of Rin. Was this party he started for nothing?

His worries were put to a stop as a blonde blue eyed girl walked into the living room over to some raven haired teenage boy. She waved to the male as he beckoned her over and gave her a cup. Len glared at the two, and watched silently, opting to wait to make his move.

Rin giggled as she spoke with Raiden, a boy in some of her AP classes. The red eyed boy was telling her an inside joke they had created during Physical Education in Freshman year. Putting in her two cents, she gladly took the soda he had gave her (he promised her it wasn't spiked nor alcohol, and she trusted him). Taking a sip, she nodded as he asked her whether she understood the lesson on Thursday and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god! I wasn't paying attention." Rin shook her head as he pleaded for her to help him with the British Lit. homework due on Tuesday.

"Fine, fine. We can work on it at the library or my house, if you want."

"Your house!" That was a quick answer...Rin thought, feeling awkward as the raven teen began to move closer to her. She smiled sheepishly, beginning to feel uncomfortable as he placed his hand on the table behind her. Her face reddened, creating a scarlet blush on her cheeks as Raiden brought his hand up, moving it up and down her left arm. Feeling her chest beat hard, she looked down into her cup, not wanting him to see her flushed.

"You know," He started, licking his lips and moving in so that there was barely any room between them. His body was pushed against hers, whether on accident by the dancing people around them or on purpose, and his mouth was now next to her ears as he brought his palm to her cheek "I've always thought you were really cute. Do ya wanna, go out back?" He whispered. She felt him blow into her ear, and soon his forehead was on hers, causing her to look into his red eyes. He smirked at her, his hands now on her waist and he swayed them to an invisible beat.

"I-I don't th-thin-" Her sentence was cut off as she was, thankfully, yanked away. A hand gripped her wrist as she was pulled past various teenagers, creating blurs of colour until she was deposited onto a white leather couch. Wincing at the harsh throw, she looked up ready to thank, and yell at her saviour. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw who had brought to sparsely filled room, there were only about ten other people in with them, which was nothing compared to how many were in the other rooms and outside of the house.

"L-Len!" The boy gave her a glare as he folded his arms after throwing his cigarette into a random cup on a table next to him. He gave her a head nod as he sat next to her, legs spread open in a relax manner. Rin began moving away from him, trying to form a distance. He would have nothing of the sort it seemed. Without preamble, Len grabbed her waist, pulling her into his lap, a death grip on her.

"Mine." He growled out as he looked up at her, the nails of his right hand digging into her hip, while his left hand played with the strings on the back of her shirt. Rin blushed, wondering what could be happening. Dear God, don't people see what he's doing! Isn't this molestation! Where the hell is Miki or Mikuo! I'd even want Akaito to sa-...no, no...not Akaito. The blonde guitarist squirmed in his lap, trying to get off of him before anyone she knew sa-...too late.

"Len! There you are, we've been looking for you!" Miku Hatsune and her little clique all skipped over to the blonde clad and black, not paying any attention to the girl in his lap. Len smirked, licking his lips as Akita Neru rubbed her hands in his hair. He gave her a peck on the lips before shooing her away. Feeling strangely irked, Rin used her nails to scratch at Len's hands, causing him to hiss and let go of her. Pouting with furrowed eyebrows, she stormed off to the nearest bathroom to make sure her mascara wasn't running.

"What a douche! He's a total meaner!" She murmured to herself as she searched through various rooms, looking for the bathroom. She touched her cheek, seeing black on her fingertips when she removed them. With a newfound motivation she finally found the restroom after trying six rooms. Letting air out, she locked the door behind her, staring down into the sink.

"Yo! Open up!" There was banging at the door, Rin knew that voice. That voice brought her here. That voice caused hell. Oh, how she hated that voice. Keeping silent, she took her mascara out from her pocket, and used the tissues next to the soap to dab the black away. After a few strokes with the brush, she placed the tiny tube back in her pants, and sat against the wall, knees to her chest. Len banged on the door once more, demanding he be let in. She held her hands against her ears, deciding to stay in there and just text Miki to come get her when Len left. However, it seemed as though the boy wouldn't give up.

"Rin! I know you're in there! I followed ya, now open the fucking door, you bitch!" Why were people always calling her a bitch? First Miki, now him! She wasn't even bitchy! What did she do to deserve this punishment! Len screamed out, as though frustrated, she heard his footsteps walk away and sighed. Finally, he's go-...The door to the bathroom busted open, Len's foot had connected with it. Cerulean eyes wide, Rin scrambled to her feet, thinking she could make it past him if she was fast enough. The male grabbed her by her belt, pulling her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Um, m-my frie-friend te-texted me...and I gotta, uh..gotta get ba-back to her car?"

"Hell no." Len dragged her through more hallways again, and up flights of stairs before discarding her on a bed in a dark room. He turned on the lights, and took off his black leather jacket, throwing it over a swivel chair. Rin looked around the room, noticing bits of the male teen around it. His sunglasses, skateboard, backpack. This was his room. Rin was in his room. The Devil's Room. Oh my god! OMG! Oh God! Oh no! NO! PLEASE! HELP ME! ANYONE! She moved back hitting a wall painted black, her head propped up against a Pink Floyd poster. Len placed his hands on either side of her, crawling onto his bed and closer to her, until their noses were touching. Smirking, he licked at her top lip, relishing in the squeak she gave. Rin could faintly hear the music from below them change from T.G.I.F by Katy Perry to Boyfriend by Justin Bieber...Ooh! I love this song! Wait, what am I thinking! That has nothing to do with the situation at hand! Rin's heart began to flutter as she felt him straddle her, his right hand now pulling her chin up and his thumb rubbing her bottom lip.

"Mine." He mumbled, before stealing another kiss from her. His lips moved against hers, suckling at her bottom labium while his left hand moved on her exposed stomach. Rin shivered, feeling him begin to nibble on her lips, asking for entrance, she used her free hand to push on his shoulder, only to be dragged down fully onto the bed, locked in a cage made by his arms. She gasped in shock, letting Len in on accident. His tongue explored uncharted areas then took the time to circle around hers. Rin's eyes closed as the sensation of him rubbing the roof of her mouth was felt. She sighed kissing back. Len felt her relax and let go of her arms, allowing her to lock them behind his neck. His hands moved up her shirt, caressing her bare skin, and fiddled with the clasp of her bra in the back. Feeling his other hand pull her up to deepen the kiss, Rin moaned out. Taking this opportunity, Len began kissing down her neck, pulling her up to sit on his lap.

"L-Len~, pl-please. Mm..." Whether it was the sound of her belt being undone or her own moans of satisfaction. Rin finally woke up. Pushing herself off the male, she scrambled off the bed, her arms over her chest. Len sat there on his bed, confused, not sure what she was doing.

"Wha-? What the hell? Get back here!" Rin shook her head, almost tripping over herself as she ran out his room, and down the stairs. She could hear his voice even over the music.

"Rin! Stop running away, you crazy idiot!" Even so, she ran on and finally found the front door. Getting outside, she sucked in the fresh air and slowed her pace as she made her way to Miki's car.

Len cursed under his breath when he woke the next morning in a guest room not next to the blonde he wanted. Instead, it was some pink haired girl he vaguely remembered kissing as a way to let his anger out after seeing Rin run out the door. Next to his head laid a lacy pink thong, and he swept the underwear off the pillow. Easily, he lifted the pale arm off his midsection and got out of the king size bed. After putting on jeans from the night before (he was too lazy to find look for his boxers), Len made his way up the stairs telling one of the maids cleaning up the party's mess to get the girl up in an hour and show her out.

The blonde male crashed on his black sheets, replaying his small make out session with Rin over in his mind. She tasted of oranges and peppermint. It was the most addicting flavour combination he's ever tasted, and he wanted more.

Rin wouldn't get out of bed come Sunday morning. Hearing this from her mother, Miki drove herself all the way to the singer's house and barged into her room. She opened the blinds, letting sunlight in and tore the sheets off the young Junior.

"Wakey! Wakey!" Rin groaned, throwing her stuffed narwhal at the head of the redhead. The girl simply laughed, tickling Rin's feet. Holding in giggles, Rin kicked at Miki, trying to get the girl to stop assaulting her feet.

"S-stop!" She laughed out, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Ugh, headache. Miki, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I called your house to see if you wanted to swim before Autumn comes around. But then your mom was all like 'oh she's wallowing in despair and depression and won't get out of bed.' so I came over to get you! Can't have one of my prostitutes not working the streets!" Rin stared at her in disbelief.

"You're not a pimp..." Miki pouted, flopping back onto Rin's bed. "Miki, can I...I talk to you? Like, seriously talk?" Worried, Miki sat up, ready to listen.

"Yeah...what's wrong?"

"It's about last night."

A/N: Yeah, sort of a cliffy...I think. Don't know actually. Anyway...R&R!