Okay, so, here we go! Chapter three! I was sick today, so I wrote this. And arrrggghhhh I was SO mad last weekend! I was gonna take one of my best friends, Grace, to see The Lorax with me, and it wasn't showing at ANY theaters on my area! I was SO pissed! But, I'm okay now. You guys should go to Youtube and look up the song 'Dr. Seuss's The Once-ler by Solving for X'. It's so, so, so catchy. Okay, I'll let you read now!

~!~Sally's POV~!~

I force my eyes back open. It's tough, really, considering the amount of sleep I got this past week. Stupid DK kept me up all week. And last night, the last night we had with him, we spent all of it looking for his baby bag, which wound up being in my mother's sewing room, for some reason.

"Hey, Once?" I ask sleepily.

"Yeah?" he groans back.

"Can you kill me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Then who would kill me?"

We both sigh and I lean my head on his shoulder tiredly. We're on the swing on my front porch, gently swinging back and forth. My eyes close softly.

"You guys look stoned," is Yo-Yo's greeting as she steps onto my porch. "Did you get any sleep las...oh my gosh did you finally do it?"

"If they did," Allulah says, stepping out the front door, "they were groaning and laughing half the night." I roll my eyes.

"Groaning and laughing?" Yo-Yo cocks an eyebrow. "What the hell kinda sex were ya'll having up there, Pinwheel?" I can't help but laugh.

"We were looking for DK's diaper bag absolutely all night." I comb my bangs back with my hand. "Finally found it at like, five."

"I know what you need," Yo-Yo says as Allulah walks off the porch, on her way to a friend's house. "What time is it?" I grab the Once-ler's wrist and bring it up to my face, looking at his watch.

"Six-oh-four." I drop his wrist.

"Perfect time!" Yo-Yo grins.

"For what?" Oncie asks.

"To get some...juice!" She nods. "Yeah, juice! Come on!" I look at the Once-ler and shrug. He returns my shrug and we go with her down the steps.

~!~Yo-Yo's POV~!~

"Ms. Yo-Yo," Richie, the bouncer of The Neon Place says, grinning at me. "And friends." Pinwheel stares at him, a small smile on her face. He smiles back, his dark eyes flashing at her. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, still smiling at him. He grinned back, raising one eyebrow.

"Hey," Pinwheel says.

"Hey," Richie says back. "I'm Richie." He holds out a hand. She shakes it in her own.

"Sally." She releases his hand and twirls her hair again. "So, uh, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," he replies.

"Ooh, old guy." She giggles and I make fake retching sounds neither of them notices. "I'm sixteen."

"And beautiful," Richie says, grinning at her. She giggles again and I roll my eyes. I glance over to the Once-ler to see his reaction and find him busy glaring at Richie. I roll my eyes and look around the room. This is the only bar I know of that sells to underage kids. It's great.

"So, you'll call me?" I hear Richie say as I begin listening again. Sally has a slip of paper in one hand.

"Maybe," she giggles. "Will you answer?"

"I promise." He winks. She blushes deeply and giggles again, turning away from him. She grins at me before looking around, the smile slowly fading from her face.

"Um...Yo-Yo...where are we?" she asks slowly.

"The Neon Place!" I reply happily.

"And that is?" the Once-ler asks.

"A bar!" I grin more as their jaws drop in shock.

"What do you mean a bar?" Sally shouts. Everyone goes silent and looks at her. I grab her arm.

"Shh! Keep it down, Pinwheel!" I exclaim in a hushed tone. "This is the only place I know of that sells alcohol to under twenty-ones!"

"Know why?" the Once-ler asks. "Because it's not legal!"

"So?" I shove them to the bar. "Two beers, please!"

"I'm not drinking!" Pinwheel declares.

"Neither am I!" the Once-ler agrees.

~!~thirty minutes later. Sally's POV~!~

"Okay...okay..." I hiccup. "This is gonna sound insane, but I don't remember drinking all these..." I gesture to the four empty beer bottles in front of me. "I swear, I -hic- haven't had this -hic- much to drink...hic."

"Yeah, Pinwheel, you have!" A girl grins at me.

"Noo..." I blink. "You look so much like my friend Yo-Yo, it's a little scary." She laughs.

"I am Yo-Yo."

"No...Yo-Yo calls me Pinwheel." I take another long drink of beer.

"I do call you Pinwheel, Pinwheel!" I blink.

"Ohh hey Yo-Yo! Where did you come from!" She laughs harder before looking over at the Once-ler.

"How's the alcohol treating you, Perv?" she asks. He doesn't answer. "Perv?" No answer. "Oncie?" Nothing. "Once-ler?" Zippo. "Hey, idiot!" He looks up.

"Hmmm?"

Yo-Yo and I laugh and she downs another shot.

"Why do you call him Perv?" I hiccup.

"Because he is a perv!"

"Nooo!" I exclaim. "He's my best friend, and he's not a perv."

"He's a perv," she says definitely. "Just trust me."

~!~the Once-ler's POV~!~

"Oh, God, I hate alcohol," Sally greets me when she steps onto her porch this morning. Her eyes have bags under them and are extremely bloodshot, the redness and her natural bright green eyes vaguely reminding me of the Christmas lights we always hang every December. She's hunched over slightly and her hair is messed up. I wince at her voice.

"Me, too. Now shh." I put the heel of my hand to my forehead. "I got a migraine."

"Same," she groans. "It's why my hair sucks. I didn't brush it because my head hurt so bad."

"Oh, here." I take my hat off and put it on her. "There. No one will notice." She smiles weakly at me.

"Thanks, Oncie." She heaves her bag up more firmly onto her shoulder. "Should we brave school?"

"Do we have a choice?" I reply. She shrugs.

"Guess not...bets on Lolly's gonna be screaming the whole time?"

"I'll keep my money," I say. She sighs and we start walking.

~!~Allulah's POV~!~

"Lolly." I grab my teacher's arm. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," he says happily. "What's up?"

"I'm not sure if you realized this yet, but Sally is head-over-heels in love with the Once-ler," I begin, but he cuts me off with, "Oh, I know." I laugh and continue with, "And I know he loves her too..."

"Duh."

"So, I conceived a master plan."

"Enlighten me, please."

"Okay, when they get here for rehearsal, I'm gonna fall -" I finger quote the word "- off the stage, and since she's my understudy, Sally will take my place. That okay?" While I'm speaking, I take a good look at him. He can't be older than twenty-one, twenty-two at most. He'd be cute, I decide, if he wasn't a teacher.

"Okay." He nods. "Okay. I can agree to that." I sigh in relief.

"Thanks, Lolly."

He smiles. "Sure thing, 'Lulah." I grin and turn around to face the classroom. After a few minutes, Sally and Oncie walk in, both of them looking terrible. Something in the back of my mind vaguely wonders what's wrong.

~!~Sally's POV~!~

"...good job, Carlos!" Lolly exclaims, clapping as the guy that plays Benny walks off stage. I wince as everyone else claps with him, but lightly clap along. "Now, can I have Allulah and the Once-ler up here, please?" I sigh sadly as Oncie stands from beside me. He walks onto stage with Allulah, who glances at Lolly for some reason. He nods at her, a slight smile on his face before looking down at his script book. "Alrighty, start from the beginning of scene four. And...action!"

I look down at my lap, where I'm holding onto my script, absolutely refusing to listen. The Once-ler's hat hides my eyes as I look down, so even if I peek up, I can't see anything. I do my very best not to listen to a word they're saying until I hear the Once-ler say, "Lolly, do I have to kiss her?"

I look up from my lap to see them standing about a foot apart. Lolly nods.

"Yes, Once-ler, you do!"

Oncie sighs. "Oh, c'mon, please?" Allulah hits him on the arm.

"Hey!" she exclaims.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" the Once-ler says. "You're like my sister. It'd be weird!"

"I don't care," Lolly says. "Kiss." They both sigh and look at each other again. He leans down, she closes her eyes. I look down, dreading what's about to come. But then I hear a loud thud, a squeal of pain, and many shouts of, "Allulah!" I look up and a small scream escapes my lips.

She's laying on the ground, clutching her leg and whimpering in pain. The Once-ler is still standing on the stage in the exact same position he had been in, but his eyes open wide and cast down on her, his mouth open in surprise. Ignoring my headache, I jump from my seat and run to Allulah, sliding on my knees over to her for the last few feet.

"Allulah, are you okay?" I ask frantically. She whimpers, shaking her head and clutching her leg.

"I-I don't th-think so..." She closes her eyes in pain.

"Oh my God, Allulah, um..." I look up at Lolly. "I'm taking her to the nurse." He nods, staring down at her with worried, wide eyes.

I help pick her up, slinging one of her arms over my shoulder and half carrying her from the room. As soon as we're out, she grins.

"Wow, you fell for it."

I stare at her, dumbly saying, "What."

"You actually fell for it!" She laughs in happiness. "It worked!"

"...what."

"My plan! I "hurt" myself, you take my place, kiss Oncie and viola!"

I stare at her, my head whizzing, trying to comprehend all of this. "...so you're okay?"

"Yeah!" I drop her. "Ow!" I ignore her.

"Jerk! You absolute jerk! I was worried out of my mind! I thought your leg was broken or something! And it's all so I can kiss my best friend? You're insane, Allulah! I'll tell Lolly! I'm gonna tell Lolly!"

"He knows!" Allulah exclaims. "I told him to get the a-okay." My eye twitches.

"What the...just...just...oh, you!" I put my hand to my forehead. "Damn, I need an Advil..."

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