A/N: Here is chapter four! I apologize if your character has not gotten a POV yet; I will try to have all characters and OC's have their POV seen before chapter seven. By the way, if you would like to donate new OC's to me, I would be more than glad to accept. I will accept OC's all throughout this story. This chapter might possibly be as long as chapter three.

Once again, remember, I have people edit these chapters for me, so I apologize if there are curse words.

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Rugrats: Dil's College Years

Chapter Four

Cree's POV

After we pulled that on Lil, we laughed in my dressing room. "Lil looked so stupid when she ran out of the room," Summer reminded me with a laugh. "You really showed her not to mess with us." I nodded, happy that I had succeeded. "Even if you forgive someone, revenge is always the best," I reminded her, and we high fived. "I don't feel the least bit guilty for what we did. Oh, and guess what makes this all even better?"

"What?" Summer asked, getting more interested in the conversation. "Right after I announced the dark, horrid, truth and her boyfriend – who I think is her ex-boyfriend now – came in and told me that I was a liar. So I told him the truth, and I didn't get to see his face, but I bet it was priceless!" We both laughed, slapping our legs. I learned about Lil cheating on Tommy after she told me. The morning after she did it, she came to Summer and I for comfort. We comforted her as best as we could, although we did not promise to keep the secret, so technically, it was not really our fault. Even if we did pinky promise, what does a kiddie promise mean to anyone?

I flipped my hair, satisfied with what I had done. I did not feel a tinge of guilt. "Lil has had it coming," I remarked. "That hot piece of $$ boyfriend of hers deserved it, too, for dating someone like her!" Summer added. I raised an eyebrow.

"Summer, even though I agree with you, you are dating Ace," I reminded her, "wouldn't that mean that, if you are attracted to another man, then you are somehow cheating on Ace?" Summer shrugged. "Why should I care?" Summer asked. "I know that somewhere out there, Ace is probably making out with another girl. I planned on dumping him, anyway. All that he ever does is flirt, and it's not cute!"

I frowned at that. Even if I hated Ace's personality, I thought he was cute I. I shrugged. "At least dump him soon enough," I said, "and don't get me involved in it." Summer nodded, and I grinned.

"Except I will be involved in it soon enough," I thought. Although I did not let her see my grin. Instead, I sat down and combed my hair.

I looked at my bruises. "I feel really sorry for you, and I am sorry that I did not gang up on that b##ch," Summer said. I rolled my eyes at her. "I know, don't go on ranting, and getting all soft," I said, "mean girls don't get soft."

Summer rolled her eyes, too, and smiled. "I know, I know, you just hate softies like Kimi," Summer said, combing her hair in the mirror while putting on black mascara. "What kind of name is Kimi anyway?" I laughed. "Probably some Chinese name or something," Cree said. "She's the only one in that stupid little gang of hers without a normal name."

"No she's not," Summer told me. "I see her hanging out with that Dil Pickles guy all the time. I think Kimi is secretly cheating on her current boyfriend, Phil, with that weirdo Dil." I tried to remember who Dil was. Then I suddenly remembered. I met him when I was younger, and I immediately thought he was weird and always tried to avoid him. He was also a total outcast in high school compared to his older brother.

"Oh, the younger brother of Lil's boyfriend… or, shall I say, ex?" I asked calmly. Summer nodded. "Wasn't he the weird redhead in high school who could be sort of cute if he cut that hair and acted normal?" Summer chuckled, and nodded. "I still wonder why he never cut that hair when people even told him that they didn't like it," Summer exclaimed to me. I shrugged. "I guess he was one of those 'I don't care' kids," I said, knowing that was true. When I had first met Dil, I knew that he didn't care about what anyone said about him, as long as he was being himself.

"Anyway, we had better get back to the party. I want to see how everyone reacts once they see Lil again." Before I could walk out, my sister Susie slammed open the door, clearly raging with anger.

Susie's POV

I knew that my sister was popular – everyone knew that. I knew that my sister was mean – once again, everyone should know that. I knew that my sister loves drama – after all, you really don't know Cree if you don't know her love for fights. Cree always loves to start fights, although she is never one to end them. Someone else always ends her fight for her, even if they don't realize it at first.

I just never knew that my sister was mean enough to reveal my friend, Lil's, biggest secret in front of all those people! Yes, it was true that Lil had once been pregnant. Aside from the fact that she personally told me that, it was evident once she ran to the bathroom crying, another reason why I am in here. I want to settle things with Cree, lecture her, get her to apologize, and get everyone drunk enough to forget about what happened tonight.

"Cree Carmichael!" I shouted angrily at her. My sister was combing her hair, an action that she was obsessed with. She groaned. "What do you want, Susie?" Cree asked. "Is this about your stupid little friend, Lil? Or is it about that other one, Kimi? I don't even know why you still care about them after they basically both betrayed you." I rolled my eyes.

"Cree, shut up," I told her. Cree turned to me, glaring at me. She put down her hair comb. "What did you just say?" Cree asked. "Shut up!" I yelled. "Now listen to me! Kimi and Lil are my friends, and you hurt both of them physically and emotionally tonight!" Cree rolled her eyes at me once again.

"This is college, sweetie," Cree reminded me as if I were just three. "You graduated two years ago. Maybe you shouldn't be here." I graduated a year earlier than most people from college because of my excellent grades, and because I was enrolled in just about every sport there could be. Tennis was my favorite. "To start, I'm dating the DJ," I reminded her. "I have to be here. Second, regardless of how you feel about the situation, Lil and Kimi are feeling pretty bad right now." Cree began brushing her teeth in the mirror, staring at them. "Kimi was talking trash about me. No one talks trash about me without a fight. Lil never passed out private invitations, so I was pissed and needed revenge."

Now I was really mad! My sister did something like that to Lil and Kimi for something that stupid. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" I shouted. Cree shoved me. "Hey. You don't call Cree Carmichael's plans or her 'stupid,' got it?" I rolled my eyes and walked out, shouting after her, "This isn't over yet, Cree!" As I walked out, I heard her say to me (or rather yell at me), "GirlBye!" And for once, she was right. GirlBye.

Lil's POV

I can't even believe it. I knew that I upset Cree and Summer, that was evident, although I didn't know that I upset them enough for them to tell hundreds of people my biggest, darkest, secret. I got into a fight with my former best friend, my boyfriend is probably thinking about breaking up with me even if I do want to avoid the thought, and just when I thought I was becoming strong, and possibly even becoming a diva, Cree came back and gave me a taste of 'my own medicine.'

My life is practically ruined. Cree and Summer did this to me. I will never forgive them for as long as I live! Kimi was right with what she said about them. Most of the time, whenever Kimi and I argue, I'm right. This time, Kimi was right. I should have stopped hanging out with them a long time ago, because they were no real friends. Somewhere deep down, I had always known that Cree and Summer were not my friends, I was their sidekick. The one who just followed them around and dressed like them. I, Lil Deville, was not a leader anymore. I was a follower, and I had been ever since junior year of high school. I became a follower without even realizing it.

I'm outside of the party. I can't imagine how many people whose faces I don't want to see are inside of the bathroom. Now everyone knows something else about me; that I was once pregnant. Rumors are going to spread faster than a bomb, and I can expect everyone to be calling me 's%#t' behind my back by tomorrow morning. I know that Kimi probably wants nothing to do with me. Not after what I said to her. I wouldn't want anything to do with me either, regardless of who I was.

As I stared into space, I looked up and saw shoes. Sketchers. I recognized him. This was my boyfriend, Tommy Pickles. I knew that he was probably about to become my ex, though. He still looked angry, and he seemed to have been walking away from the party, although he stopped when he noticed me. "Lil, I'm too angry to talk right now," Tommy explained to me. "You know what I get like when I'm angry. I just want some time alone at home to cool off, sort out some feelings. I think that maybe you should do the same before we both end up hurting each other more than we already have. Okay?"

Even though I fully understood, I still put my hand out, watching my hair blow in the wind as he walked – or, more like ran – to his car, probably just to get away from me. I was too sad and angry to drive home myself. With what I was feeling, I would get into a car accident. As I looked at random things on the street, I realized that I had no one. No one to go to to weep into their shoulder. Phil would tell me that he understood why they did what they did, because of the cold shoulder that I had been giving everyone except for Tommy. Kimi obliviously wanted nothing to do to me, and I know knew that Cree and Summer weren't my friends and couldn't be trusted.

"Tommy," I whispered to no one but myself. "Kimi." Those two were the most important people in my life, even if they didn't know it yet. Even if I never acted like it, if one of them died, I would be weeping like crazy. Now I understood how Angelica felt at times. As if you had no one, as if the world was against you. That's what I felt like.

I assumed that Tommy and I were not together anymore. It is hard to forgive a cheating girlfriend, regardless of who you are. Besides, I know that whenever Tommy is upset, he usually has the most negative opinion of someone that he possibly can.

I sighed and curled my knees up to my chest. Where did I possibly go wrong?

To be continued…

Chuckie's POV

My girlfriend, Angelica, and I finally decided to attend the party. At first, my younger stepsister, Kimi, was continuously texting us, telling us about her plans to be friends with Lil again. I didn't think that would end well. It was probably the reason why Kimi had stopped texting us. Either Lil physically hurt her, or she was too hurt by something Lil said to text me back.

Angelica walked down the steps, looking gorgeous. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she looked like a princess, like her father always calls her! Someday, once I get enough money to marry her, I want her to be my princess. For now, we are on good terms in our relationship. There has been no cheating going on so far that I know of, and we have not had to take breaks. We do argue occasionally, although every couple argues at least twice a month.

"You look gorgeous," I quietly told her. She giggled and ran over to me to kiss me. "Okay, Finster, let's go to the party and find out why Kimi stopped texting you," Angelica reminded me. I twirled a piece of her blonde hair around my finger as we hopped into my car. "I'm sorry, Angel, baby, it's just that, Kimi often insists that she can do things on her own, and she always ends up getting hurt," I explained. "Sorry if I sound like an overprotective brother right now." Angelica laughed.

"You do, but I understand where you're coming from. Even if I never show it or reveal it, I always have some way of keeping Tommy, Dil, and Starr, or all of them, safe. I spy on them and I make sure that they're not getting hurt. I know that they're adults and they should be able to deal with problems themselves and all that crap, but really!" I smiled. I admired Angelica's confidence and her protectiveness. She had told me numerous times about how secretly protective she was over her cousins.

We drove to the club, and were surprised to find no bouncer. As we walked inside, Angelica asked me, "What kind of party doesn't have a bouncer?" I shrugged. "Maybe they couldn't afford it," I insisted. Angelica grinned. "Nah, even if she is Susie Carmichael's sister, Cree is probably rich with the outfits that she buys," Angelica reminded me.

There was barely any talking going on once we walked in. At first, I assumed that everyone was staring at my date. This turned out to be not true, once I realized that if they were staring at my date, it was not flirtatiously. "What happened?" I asked the people who were staring at us. Everyone turned back around, as if not wanting to tell Angelica and I. Angelica groaned. "I hate it when people are so secretive about things," Angelica whispered. "Where's that weird cousin of mine?" We searched around for Dil, and found him talking to a pink-haired girl.

I grinned and lightly bumped my date's shoulder. "Looks like your 'weird cousin' have found himself a date," I whispered. Angelica laughed. "Dil can barely find himself a girl who even wants to talk to him, let alone a date," Angelica reminded me. "Maybe that girl is asking him for money." I shook my head. "She looks too rich to ask anyone for money, and if she was, Dil wouldn't be talking to her!"

We walked over to their table. "I knew that Cree has changed since when I last met her, but wow!" Dil exclaimed. The pink-haired girl raised an eyebrow. "According to Kimi, she does things like that all the time." Dil nodded. "She does, except she never did anything like that!" We decided to sit down and introduce ourselves to this girl. She seemed to know more about what we were looking to ask about.

Dil turned to us and noticed us. He smiled at us, and then turned back to the pink-haired girl. Pink. It's a weird hair color for a chick. "Chuckie, Angelica, meet Rosie, my new friend" Dil told us with a smile. "Rosie, meet Angelica, my cousin, and Chuckie, my friend and my cousin's boyfriend. They might be getting married soon." I smiled at Rosie. We shook hands. For a girl, she had a strong grip.

"Nice to meet you two, I'm Rosie, as you already know," Rosie reminded us. "You have clearly met Dil already. I assume that you do not know about the drama that has gone down at this party. If you have not, would you like us to tell you?" I smiled. How could she read a mind like that? We looked to each other and nodded as Rosie began explaining.

Angelica and I were speechless once we heard. "Did I hear that correctly?" Angelica asked. Dil nodded. "I already knew, though," Dil told us. "She was constantly vomiting in senior year around winter break. I think that's about the time when she got the abortion, either then or in January. Even if she hadn't gained weight yet, she was experiencing some of the first symptoms of pregnancy. I never had the heart to ask her whether or not it was Tommy's, because I had a feeling that it wasn't. Lil wouldn't have hid that from Tommy if it were his, anyway." We nodded in agreement.

"From my understanding and what Dil has told me, Lil used to be one of your good friends," Rosie remarked, looking at us just for clarification. We nodded. "Then, in your junior year of high school, she left you to be popular. Now she treats you with the cold shoulder. I think she only does that because she's too guilty to admit that part of this is her fault. Therefore, today, she took what she was feeling about herself out on Kimi when they had an argument. This deeply annoyed Kimi, which resulted in their physical fight." Angelica had her hand over her mouth. I was surprised, too. I had never heard someone who was as smart as me speak.

"Whoa, you're smarter than you give yourself credit for," Angelica told her. That was indeed true. Rosie smiled at us. "Thanks. For some reason, I get that a lot. All I do is take the information that I'm given and make inferences. It should be nothing new." Angelica rolled her eyes as she picked up her purse. "Yeah, well, I never paid attention half the time in high school, so it is something new," Angelica said as she walked back over to our table.

As we sat down at our table, Angelica, and I discussed what Rosie had told us. "Kimi always gets into fights, but Lil fought back?" I asked confusingly. Angelica nodded. "That's what most people at the party were telling me. Maybe Lil got sick of what your sister does sometimes." Even though most of the time I stand up for Kimi whenever people say bad things about her, what Angelica was saying was true. Kimi always manages to annoy someone wherever she goes.

"Yeah, but I never would have imagined Lil fighting back," I remarked. Angelica poured punch into a cup, and handed it to me. I thanked her with a smile. "Maybe she was finally becoming a diva until Cree put her 'back in her place'," Angelica explained. "Anyway, Finster, we didn't go out on this date just to talk about other people, did we?" I grinned flirtatiously and shook my head. "Great. Then let's talk about… us."

"Why of course, my Amazonian beauty," I whispered. Angelica was indeed an Amazonian beauty, and no one could mess with her.

She grabbed my hand and took me to the outside of the party, where we began making out in some lobby. We didn't care where we were, or who we were now. All that we cared about was making each other happy and satisfied.

Peter's POV

After I had finished cleaning Kimi's bruises up, I realized that she was still unconscious. I could not just carry her out of the bathroom, even if more than half of the people at the party were drunk. Knowing Cree, she probably has cameras around secretly at her parties. I couldn't betray Kimi like that. I sighed and looked at the sleeping sight before me. I knew that she was still breathing because while I was putting bandages on her, I felt her pulse.

So I decided to look at h – oh, whom am I kidding; I decided to stare at her! I started from the bottom, where her feet were. She was wearing black sneakers. I grinned. That's what I always liked about her. Her 'I don't care' look and personality. How she was not feminine, yet at the same time, feminine, even if that doesn't make sense. How she could probably wear a hoodie covering up her curvy body and still look hot! That silky, purplish-blackish hair of hers that was tied into a ponytail. Even if she didn't know it, I loved her, and not just for her body. No, I really loved her.

Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I had wanted to kiss her! I had wanted her to return my feelings for so many years. I never had the guts to tell her, though. I knew that we were meant for each other. If she became my girlfriend, I would treat her like royalty. After all, I am royalty, anyway! Kimi would be my princess, and someday, when we married, she would be a queen. We would have beautiful children together. I was hoping for one a male and another female. For now, I just stared at Kimi.

Most people would just notice Kimi's gorgeous body. I noticed her personality and body, though. What I noticed and liked about her most then were those pink (purple now because of lipstick), lips. They were soft. I had always imagined what it would feel like if I kissed her. The kiss would be provided by me, I always imagined, and it wouldn't be rough, it would be just right, mainly because of her soft lips.

Now that she would not be awake and that no one was around to lecture me for kissing a girl who had a boyfriend, I decided to take this as my chance. If I kissed her, I would feel sparks, and that would confirm for me if I really loved her or not. If there were no sparks, if this kiss meant nothing to me, then I would know that this was a simple crush, that I was just infatuated and obsessed with her.

As she lay on the bathroom ground, I looked around first. Then I leaned down, and kissed her softly on the lips. My heart felt like there was a butterfly flying around inside of my stomach! There were sparks in that kiss! At least, I felt sparks. To make matters worse, at that moment, after I was getting over the fact that I had just kissed Kimi, she woke up.

"Where am I?" I heard her ask herself. I tried to keep myself hidden, just in case she saw me. That did not work. "Peter, what are you doing here?" I tried to make up an excuse. "Oh, uh, I will explain later," I told her, attempting to hide my blush. She smiled at me. "Okay," she said. "Since I'm on the bathroom ground, I'm going to assume that I passed out from too much alcohol." I shook my head. "Okay, I guess that's a part of it, but, that's not mainly what you passed out from," I told her. "Oh. What did I pass out from then?"

I began explaining to her what happened. The only part that I left out was the kissing part. She hugged me after I told the story. "Peter, you saved me?" Kimi asked. I nodded. "I can't believe Lil!" I nodded again, too happy that she was hugging me to speak. "I couldn't believe it either once I heard what happened," I whispered. She let go of me, which saddened me. "Am I hugging you too tight?" She asked. Even though I knew that she was, I shook my head. "So, what happened while you were passed out?" I said, trying to change the subject. Kimi didn't seem to notice this, and answered me.

"I had a dream," Kimi began, "That I was a princess. It was odd. Anyway, I lived in a huge castle with two children. Their father was at a meeting, and he would be coming home soon. After about thirty minutes" – "The amount of time that it took me to clean Kimi's bruises up," I thought. "He came home. He was dressed oddly so I never actually saw his face. And he kissed me. It was such a passionate kiss!" I smiled at her description of this kiss, knowing that I had kissed her in real life, and that, even if she didn't know it, she had liked it.

"Maybe Phil kissed me!" Kimi cried out. I frowned at her assumption. Usually Kimi was smarter than this, and would have figured that I had kissed her! Still, just to keep in character, I had to pretend to agree with her. "Maybe," I said. "Although whenever Phil kisses you, do you ever feel sparks like you did in your dream?" Kimi seemed to think about it for a moment. "I don't, except, maybe the person who kissed me in my dream was just a better kisser than Phil is," Kimi remarked, getting up. She hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek, putting me a daze. "For now, I have to go back to the party."

That was the moment when I fainted.

To be continued…

Zack's POV

After I got there and started walking into the party, I immediately searched for Peter. Even if he does not seem like he would like these types of parties, being royalty and all, he truthfully does. Being his best friend, I know that he always goes to these parties. I just want to see if he has calmed down yet, and I want to tell him about my feelings for Kimi before this ends up as a love triangle and someone ends up getting hurt. Well, actually, since Kimi is dating Phil, this was a love square. And who knows! Maybe someone else like-likes Kimi, and it could be a love decagon!

I guess I really am a nerd like I'm always told by many people. Many people at the party seemed drunk out of their minds, and unlike most of Cree's parties, there was a lot of talking going on. I spotted Tommy's younger brother, Dil, talking with some pink-haired chick. Maybe they knew what was going on, because they were talking up a storm! As I walked over to them, I saw that Dil did not notice me, but the pink-haired girl did. "Hello, I'm Rosie, Dil's friend." Rosie introduced herself. She was smiling at me, something that she seemed to usually do. I held out my hand to shake with her, and we shook hands, happy to be meeting. "Nice to meet you, Rosie," I said. "I'm Zack, Dil's friend, as well."

"Dil and I were discussing the surprising events that happened at this party tonight," Rosie explained. I chuckled. "I take it that you are one of the only girls here who isn't drunk." Rosie smiled. "Dil and I both," Rosie said. "I take it that since you just got here, you aren't drunk, either." I nodded. "I'm not much of a drinker." I explained. "Sure, I can take a glass of wine, although I hate beer and any other alcoholic beverage." Rosie nodded. "Although I am alright with a few Bud lights," she admitted. Dil's eyes widened at this confession. "You are?" he asked. She chuckled and nodded. "Why does that always surprise everyone?" she asked.

"You just seem to have an innocent vibe to you." I knew that Dil would never say it, so I admitted that first. Rosie giggled. "Well, an innocent girl can always have a few drinks here and there," she said. She had a point. Many 'innocent girls' that I knew wouldn't mind a glass of wine or two. "Anyway, since I hate the topic of drinking, I might as well explain to you what the host of the party, Cree, said about Dil's former friend, Lil." As Rosie explained it to me, I felt as if I could pass out.

"I knew that Lil was going to be dressing differently and showing off more skin once she became popular and left us, but wow!" I exclaimed. "Lillian Deville slept with someone? I always imagined her to be more of Cree's sidekick, not the type of girl who would sleep around! Even though we're not friends anymore, I know she's better than that!" Rosie nodded, shaking her head. "I feel sorry for the poor girl," Rosie admitted. "It was none of Cree's business to tell Lil's business, whether Lil is a good person or not." Dil and I nodded. This Rosie girl was quite the optimist, although she did seem to like a few Bud lights, so she was fine in my mind.

"Maybe it was a one night stand, and Lil didn't mean to end up pregnant," I decided. Rosie and Dil nodded in agreement. "I wonder who she slept with, though," Dil mumbled. That did not go unnoticed by Rosie and me. "Who knows?" she said with a shrug. "It could have been someone who she knows that she was attracted to, or it could have been a complete stranger who she found attractive because of her drunken state. Or, for all we know, she was – well, you know."

That's when I remembered what I was at this party for; to tell Peter of my feelings for Kimi, and hope that it would not affect our friendship. Rosalind, or, shall I say, Rosie, seemed to be good at distracting people because she started interesting conversations. "Have you two seen Peter around?" I asked. Rosie looked at Dil confusingly, and he mouthed to her 'I'll explain later.' Rosalind nodded in understanding, and Dil turned back to me. "Yeah, after Kimi and Lil fought, he was seen taking Kimi to the bathroom to clear up her bruises," Dil explained. "They haven't come out in, like, an hour. I wonder if Kimi's cheating on Phil with Peter right now in the bathroom or something."

Knowing Peter and his recent obsession with Kimi, he was probably smiling lovingly at her or making out with her while she was unconscious – and if she woke up, he would declare that he was simply doing 'CPR.' Even if Peter was a nice, interesting, person, he could be creepy whenever it came to crushes. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Maybe Peter had gotten to feel the softness of Kimi's lips, and I hadn't yet! "Oh, well, I have to go talk to him," I said. Dil and Rosie nodded. Before I walked into the bathroom, Rosie winked at me knowingly. Maybe, even if she didn't know who Peter was, she knew of the love triangle that I was in. I shrugged. Nah, she would never figure it out. Would she?

Abigail's POV

At this party, George and I are hoping to look different. What if either our father or mother, or worse, both, spots us and recognizes that we have similar physical features to theirs? That might change the future! At least, that's what George is worried about. I'm just here trying to make sure that we can somehow get back home while trying to find ways to get our parents together, even if George is, most of the time, worrying too much to notice my plans to bring our parents closer together.

I have seen every 'Back to the Future' movie up to date, and I know that if our parents don't get together, we'll cease to exist! I am very sure that I want to stay alive, you know! This party is boring. All it is is getting drunk and girls shaking their bottom. Who says that's a way to have fun? Our plan currently seemed to be working, as we watched our father, Peter, make out with our mother, Kimi, while she was obliviously unconscious.

About a minute after their passionate kiss, our mother woke up. She continued lovingly talking about how wonderful the kiss was, although she seemed too dense to realize the bored look on our father's face. He was waiting for her to figure out that he had kissed her, not the boyfriend of hers (uh oh, daddy was in trouble!), although she was too busy boasting about the wonderful kiss to even look at dad. I couldn't even imagine how our father must have felt; our mother yapping around about a great kiss that they had shared unknowingly to her, while he waited for her to figure it out, and she never did.

However, what seemed to get dad the most was when mom gave him a peck on the cheek. Even if it wasn't a kiss as passionate as the one that he had given mom, it put dad in a daze for a while. I tried to hold in laughter, and George did too. We smiled. Things turned out to be good for a Peter/Kimi relationship.

To be continued…

Tommy's POV

After Cree said what she said, I was not mad. I was pissed. Pissed that she had probably told a lie and started a rumor. I was going to be there for Lil every second, comforting her whenever she was teased, and threatening people like Cree. I was also going to make sure that we both got revenge on Cree for telling such a terrible lie. Right?

No, it turned out not. As soon as I came in to confront Cree, I found her combing her hair. I rolled my eyes. Typical fashion obsessed diva. "Cree Carmichael, you are a liar!" I shouted. I knew that I was being unreasonable, although she had been unreasonable, too. I was just playing at her own game. "Lil would never abort a baby, or get pregnant! She would tell me first." I hadn't expected an apology; after all, this was Cree. I just expected an explanation. The last thing that I expected was seeing Cree turn around, and grin at me. After all that she had done, all that she could do was grin.

"Ah, but that's not the best part," Cree said. "She cheated on you. Remember that night after one of my parties when she was acting strange? That was when." Cree walked out of the room, probably before she could see my horrified oh-my-gosh-you're-right look. Anger overcame me. Cree, of all people, was right about something! This was no rumor! Lil had cheated on me in senior year, and she probably did get pregnant! She must have decided that she wanted to stay with me, so she took the most immature option out of her situation, and aborted the baby. Sure, it wasn't mine and she knew I probably wouldn't want to care of a baby that wasn't mine, but really!

I didn't want to see anything or anyone anymore. All I wanted to do was go home, go to bed, and call my younger brother, Dil, to discuss the issue with him in the morning. The last person that I wanted to see or talk to was Lil. I walked out of that party without saying a word to anyone. As I began walking to my car, I heard sobs. I looked to my right and saw Lil, leaned against the wall, sobbing into her arms. I could tell that she wanted to talk to me by the way that she looked.

"Lil," I said through gritted teeth, "I'm too angry to talk right now, okay? It's not that I'm avoiding you, it's just the truth. I want some time to cool down so that I don't lash out on you and possibly physically or emotionally hurt you, okay. I think you should do the same. We both need time to think. I'll call you either tomorrow or the day after, if I have cleared out my mind by then." I walked away, not wanting to hear her response, and hopped into my car, turning on the radio. I hadn't had time to drink anything at the party, so I would drive home sober, although still distracted from the situation. I turned on the song 'Rude' by MAGIC. I loved that song. It's a catchy tune.

As I drove, I smiled. Maybe clearing my head would work.

Oliver's POV

Just when I thought that all hope was lost of meeting Chuckie, I saw him! I saw his girlfriend, too! I smiled at them and waved. Chuckie returned the smile and began walking over to my table. It was like meeting a celebrity! "Hey, I recognize you," Chuckie said, sitting down with his Amazonian beauty of a girlfriend. I wanted a girl just like her someday. "Yeah, high school, you put Timmy McNulty in his spot," I reminded him. "Everyone admired you after that. You're still a legend there from what I hear." Chuckie smiled at the compliment.

"Yeah, well, no one can get away with doing that to a woman," he said, putting his arm around his girlfriend. "Besides, he never treated anyone with respect, not even his own girlfriend. Someone needed to show him that he could not always be the bully and the ladies man." I smiled at him. "Can I have an autograph to show my friends?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. He signed the autograph in cursive.

"Chuckie always had some odd cursive," Angelica remarked. I observed the handwriting and realized that she was right. "It could be a part of the fact that he's left handed." Chuckie rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's remark, and we all laughed. Angelica pat Chuckie's back. "Still, I can't believe that Tiger is now a legend!" Angelica announced. "Anything for my Amazonian beauty!" As they made out, I decided that it was now or never to ask questions.

"Do you two plan on marriage and kids?" I asked. They glanced at each other for a second. "Kids with Tiger?" Angelica asked. "Marriage? I'm just waiting for Tiger to propose already!" Chuckie laughed. "I'll be proposing soon, and it will be a beautiful wedding," Chuckie told her. "By the way, Oliver, you are invited to our wedding." I gasped. "Really?" Chuckie nodded. "Let's exchange phone numbers so that I can call once I've proposed," Chuckie whispered.

I handed him my phone number, and he wrote his on the tiny slip of paper. "I'll call you once I propose in, probably, three or four months," Chuckie whispered. "Okay?" I nodded. "Okay."

"For now, I have to go get some punch with Angel here," Chuckie whispered, "I just hope they haven't spiked it yet." I shrugged as Chuckie whispered something into 'Angel's' ear that made her giggle as they walked over to get punch.

All that I could do was smile. I was now friends with the legend, 'Tiger.'

To be continued…

(I am sorry that it took so long for Dil's POV to be seen again. I just have so many OC's POV's to deal with that I am forgetting whom this story is really about).

Dil's POV

I met this really interesting chick. Her name is Rosalind, although she told me to call her 'Rosie.' Apparently, she hates her name – 'Rosalind.' She told me that she feels like it's too old fashioned. Truthfully, I think 'Rosalind' is a beautiful name. Even more beautiful than 'Rosie.' I didn't tell her that, though, I just told her that I liked the name 'Rosalind' and I thought that she shouldn't change it. I don't have much experience with girls, so I don't know why she blushed after I said that, even though it was a compliment.

We talked for however long. As soon as I saw her, I wanted to ask her why she had pink hair, although I decided to save that question for later. It was nearing one in the morning, so I decided to ask her then. "Why is your hair pink?" I asked. She giggled. "I get asked that all the time," she told me. "Okay, this is the story of why my hair is pink and not a natural color." I nodded, signaling for her to continue.

"When I was younger, I had an older sister named Mary. Mary always received perfect grades, although she was not what one would call 'perfect.' I would say that she was a mix of perfect and weird. Every two months, she would dye her hair a different color. I remember the first time she died her hair. I was about five – oh, and keep in mind that she is six years older than I am. Her hair was dyed purple, even though it's naturally blonde. My father slapped her across the face as soon as he saw her, and grounded her for the following month. He never apologized for that. I respected my sister because she continuously dyed her hair until she graduated from college. Even though I have not seen her in about a year, I think she still dyes her hair. We don't really talk anymore, unless it's the occasional email."

I gasped. "So when did you start dying your hair yourself?" I asked, wanting to hear more about Rosie, not Mary. "Did your dad react by slapping you, too?" Rosie laughed and shook her head. "Nah, he just face palmed, sent me to my room without dinner, and then said, 'I am a failure as a father,'" Rosie explained with a laugh. "He finally spoke of the truth."

I smiled at her. "Even if he slapped your sister, I'm sure that your dad isn't that bad," I told her. I attempted to be comforting. Rosie laughed. "If you ever met my father, you would get into a fight with him. His personality always makes it impossible for me to introduce him to anyone."

I chuckled. "My older brother, Tommy, he's the bouncer, thinks it is impossible for anyone to meet our parents. Anytime one of Tommy's girlfriends came over, since I never had many, maybe about two, our mother would try to make dinner as embarrassing as possible. Now that I have had experience dating, I understand how he felt about that. Our father would not be as embarrassing as our mother would during dinner. He might boast about our achievements and his achievements too, although that would be all. Our mother would cook the best dinner, she always can, but really, she would embarrass us."

Rosie chuckled. "My dad did not care about what anyone thought about us, as long as they did not see us as slobs. If they were not 'important,' he could care less what they thought about us. As for my aunt, she always tried to make sure that everyone who came over enjoyed us as a family. Basically, my aunt has a good heart and my father doesn't."

That's when something came to me. Rosie hadn't told me a thing about her mother. "What happened to your mom?" Rosie stared at me for a moment, and then began to cry. "I'm sorry," I said. I had never experienced this before.

"No, it's not your fault," Rosie said. "I just tend to get emotional about it. Anyway, for about five years, I had the best mom possible. Around the end of summer, the beginning of kindergarten for me, we were at Disney World. It was my favorite place. Anyway, we got on one of their roller coasters, and along the way, something happened on the ride. Some stupid kid sitting behind us got out of his seat. My mother always had a good heart, so she tried to save him. That kid was saved, but then, my mother fell 20 feet to her… you know." I couldn't think of anything comforting to say.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything," Rosie said. "It's hard to say anything comforting to that. Anyway, after her death, my aunt moved in with us and my dad became the abusive slob that he is today." I hugged her as she cried into my shoulder.

It seemed similar to what happened to Chuckie, except Chuckie's mother died of cancer and Chuckie never cried into my shoulder about it. He cried into Susie's shoulder about it, and later Angelica's.

Now that I thought about it, Rosie was pretty strong, and so was Chuckie. Except, Rosie was stronger to deal with her father's abuse. Chuckie always had a good dad even if his mom did die. I smiled down at the pink-haired girl. We would get along well.

To be continued…

-RDCY-

Meanwhile, the Disney characters arrived at the party. They all looked gorgeous, although one would say that Cinderella looked the best. She was dressed traditionally.

"I can't wait to meet everyone!" Anna said, jumping up and down. Kristoff smiled at her. "I can't either," he said, "although no one will be as beautiful as you." Anna blushed.

Elsa was standing there, smiling. She was dressed traditionally, too. This night she was hoping to have fun. Unlike other Queens, Elsa did not feel that she needed a man to complete her life. No, Elsa was an independent woman. "Where is the bouncer?" Elsa asked. Anna shrugged. "All I know is that I am so happy to be here!"

They all walked inside, gathering the attention of everyone. Everyone began whispering as Anna rolled her eyes. "Can't we just come to have fun?" Anna asked. "C'mon guys!" They began to dance and sing Disney songs – some very annoying –, which made some of the guests, drink more. "How can anyone deal with these songs?" A woman asked. Her boyfriend shrugged. "Either they are children at heart or they're drunk at the time." (No offense to fans of Disney songs, I just do not like their songs).

-RDCY-

Ace was in the hospital because of the beating that he had received from the Shadow. He was unconscious. Yes, that was how strong the Shadow was. The doctors were not sure if they could save him.

"We're losing him!" A doctor shouted. While this happened, Ace was having a flashback in his mind. He was having a flashback of all the girls that he had dated and hurt. He was having a flashback of how he had flirted with the Shadow (who gave him his ultimate and admittedly deserved beating), while he was still dating Summer. A few seconds before he woke up, there was a flashback to when the Shadow beat him. Then, he finally woke up.

"We have him!" A nurse said as he woke up. He yawned and wiped his eyes. "Am I in the hospital?" Ace asked. The hot blonde nurse standing in front of him nodded. Ace grinned, and he was about to flirt with her, until he remembered the beating that the Shadow had given him and that he was still dating that Summer chick. If he wanted to flirt with other girls, he would have to break it off with Summer first before someone got hurt. Besides, he had admitted to himself that he found this nurse physically attractive. He clearly did not love Summer; he was physically attracted to Summer. It all made sense now!

"Yes, you are in the hospital," Hello Nurse said. "Apparently, a woman with flashing green eyes – all that she was described as – beat you up for flirting with her. Is this true?" Ace nodded. "I'm ashamed with myself right now," Ace admitted. "While I was unconscious or whatever I had a flashback of all the girls' hearts that I have broken. Now I'm going to break up with my girlfriend as soon as I get out of the hospital. I don't deserve Summer." Hello Nurse nodded.

"If you want to flirt with other women, you really don't," Hello Nurse said, agreeing. Ace raised an eyebrow. "You're my nurse; you're supposed to be comforting me, not agreeing with me." Hello Nurse shook her head. "I'm not your therapist, I'm your nurse; I don't have to agree with you."

Ace sighed. "Anyway, when can I be released?" Ace asked. "Sometime tomorrow or the day after," Hello Nurse said. "First we have to check out your bruises. We were too occupied with waking you up to check out your bruises then."

Ace nodded. "Okay, well, try to do it quickly."