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Donna slipped under her warm bed sheets after Flasher and Barbie instructed that they "needed a good night's sleep and a great breakfast tomorrow because breakfast is the 'most important meal of the day'". Donna couldn't care less.
She pulled the covers up to her chin, thinking about the day. As far as her parents knew, she was at home on Facebook or Tweeting some event that had happened at the day. Is that how they saw her? A freaky, unfashionable, quiet computer-addict? Probably. Her parents never really cared about her—her dad could barely speak about emotional times with her without choking up or getting upset, and her mum, well, her mum always wanted the perfect daughter—someone who was blonde, and beautiful, and was bilingual, and spoke French and…
Somebody like Elody. Donna pondered in her mind about each of her new "roomies". There were two crazy, wild seventeen-year olds that seemed to be on a sugar-hype every two seconds. Then there was that attractive, player boy, and that girl in a cat suit. There was that nerdy kid, the French girl, that other blonde with the big chocolatey eyes whom Donna knew tried to hide her chavvy accent… and then there was that boy…
His dark, infinite eyes that Donna wasn't quite sure what color they were. All she knew was that they seemed infinite… all of the kids here had those same eyes, but for some reason, Donna could tell that his were special. And she couldn't stop thinking about him.
He was the Black Sheep of the Family. Nobody exactly shunned him; he just chose to be alone. Donna was always like that… still, she made conversation and didn't act all pouty just because a touchy subject came up. She turned to her side, hiding under the blankets.
"Nico." She whispered his name, and suddenly warmth shot up her spine and hands. It was a good kind of warmth though. It was… nice.
Donna whispered his name one last time, and then drifted off to sleep.
"Mm… God, you're good at this." Kayla, as she heard this sentence fully became aware that she was in some stranger's bedroom, underneath some really hot guy she just met, and she was making out with him in her bra and underwear. Yup, nothing out of the ordinary at all!
"Well, I guess you just fire me up," replied Kayla naughtily. This boy was good too… she wondered how much experience he had had before he came to her.
It's not like they started making out or anything. From what Kayla understood, this would be a one-night stand and that was it. Kayla had gotten lost on her way from the bathroom, and threw open the door she thought was her bedroom when it turned out to be Luke's. He was sitting on his bed in his boxers, peeling off his socks. When he saw her blush, he winked at her.
"Hey. My name's Luke." And it sounded like such a cliché, but one thing certainly did lead to another!
"What's your name again?" Luke asked her, drawing kisses on her neck. Kayla snapped back to reality.
"Mm, Kayla," she said. Was she really going to third base with a guy who didn't even know her name? With that, she threw him off her and took deep, heavy breaths.
"What?" he asked her, eyes wide. Kayla knew that he didn't think he had done anything wrong… and if she was another girl, she would've said that he was doing everything right. But Kayla knew better.
"It's just… my father, I guess… he had a one-night stand with my mother. And that was it. I was born. And raised in a house where I stole night and day. I just… this can't happen." Kayla bit her lip from screaming on the inside. She wanted him so bad… but she couldn't. Not one fiber in her body could let her sleep with a guy who didn't know her first name.
"I get it." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Good night, Kayla." Luke flashed a quick smile.
"'Night, Luke." With that, she slipped on her sweats and cami, and slipped out the door.
Rachel giggled along with her new friends, Ember and Katie. They were really fun and sweet! Well, if you could call them sweet…
Ember was Asian with shoulder-length black hair with purple/violet streaks that glowed in the lights of the TARDIS, had golden skin, and infinite dark brown eyes that seemed to go on forever. She was sassy, intelligent, and a total tomboy, though Rachel could tell that she was musically talented and literary talented.
Katie was Mexitalian (Mexican-Italian) with long, chocolate-colored hair and brown eyes. She had skin the color of caramel because she said that she was a synchronized swimmer (whatever that was). Katie too, was tomboyish like Ember, but laughed more and would tell lengthy stories when awkward silence filled the room.
After another awkward silence, Ember suddenly cried, "Did you know every awkward silence a gay baby is born?" Katie and Rachel exchanged looks and then burst out laughing.
As Katie wiped a tear from her eye, she said, "But Em, people aren't born gay. It's a psychological state of mind." She nodded her head knowingly.
"Totally, I just heard that from Amelia at lunch a week ago," Ember smiled back. "People think they're born gay, but really, they just choose to be."
"I disagree," Rachel inputted. "People can be born gay. Just like you can be born Asian or Mexitalian." She cracked a smile.
"But you see, that's an outward appearance. Being Asian or Mexitalian runs in our blood and genes… gayness, however does not." Another thing about Ember and Katie—they were both very conservative. Rachel didn't mind, especially because where she was from was so liberal. "Liberalness", as Ember and Katie had called it, was normal in the UK.
"Ehmagawd, you know what's super freaky? Rach, you're how old? Like, fifteen? And we're frickin' seventeen! It's like, someone even if there's a two year age difference can still be the best of friends!" pointed out Katie.
"Or maybe that just means that we haven't matured yet," Ember laughed. Suddenly, a giant pound came at their door and the three teenage girls screamed bloody murder.
"Jesus, it's just me, Jack!" Jack threw open the door and stuck his head in. "Can you girls shut up? Jenny and I are trying to get some sleep!" with that he shut the door behind him and they heard his footsteps echo down the hallway.
Ember, Katie, and Rachel cast their eyes down at Katie's bed when Ember suddenly said, "Notice how he said 'Jenny and I'?" the girls cast looks of exasperation and shock, their jaws dropped, but a smile shined in their eyes. They burst out laughing to quiet down, and then to chatter again.
Elody stirred the coffee with her silver spoon, the holy scent rising up her nose.
"Hello." Elody almost dropped the mug as she spun around from her seat in the TARDIS to come face-to-face with Trey Smith. His glasses hung down his nose and he wore a shirt that had some kind of superhero on it and blue pants that had a bunch of red "S" on it. "Oh, I'm sorry! Didn't mean to scare you."
Trey slipped into the seat next to her. "So, um, been a day, hasn't it? Figured out my dad isn't actually my dad, and have met all of my half-sisters and half-brothers." He intently looked at her. "Does that mean… we're related?"
Elody shook her head yes. "Though I see no resemblance." She winced at how rude that sounded. "Ooh, that was rude, wasn't it?"
He shrugged. "Eh. I've heard worse." Trey concentrated on her coffee, then at her emerald green eyes. "Wow." He gasped. "You're… you're…" Elody blushed and looked away.
"Good night, Trey." She stood up, walking out of the kitchen with angelic grace, leaving Trey to stare at the simmering mug that an angel's lips had once touched.
"Quite a day, huh?" Jenny looked Jack up and down.
"Huh? Oh yeah…" Jack's voice trailed off as he stared at Jenny. "Don't you erm, wear pajamas?"
Jenny let out a laugh. "Nah, I don't sleep much. Guess it's a genetics thing." She analyzed her partner. He too, wasn't wearing pajamas, instead a black trench coat and the same outfit he had worn when they first met.
"Me neither." Silence fell between the two. Jenny fiddled with something on her hand and then whispered, "So."
"So."
"Whose Luke's mom?" she looked up at Jack's pained eyes and was sorry she had asked.
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, I am. Her name's, uh… she has gorgeous black hair and icy blue eyes. She's not the most attractive woman I've ever met, but she's the bravest. She came from a normal life you see as a cop, not getting much action, but she's saved my life a thousand times… well, I can die so I guess it doesn't matter, but you get the point." Jack looked straight into Jenny's blue-green eyes and smiled.
She smiled back, and they stayed like that the rest of the night.
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