A/N- Well, today was….eventful.

Alana- I slapped her.

M/M- Yeah, thanks a lot missy! For that, we will go to the German woods, see if we can find a hollow tree…

Alana- What?

M/M- Read the story, I'll explain…eventually. Meanwhile, until the German hollow tree becomes available, I'll go get the duct tape.

Chapter Seven

New Friends

Icy silence. Awkward stares. Yippee.

"Hey Alana, want some pizza? It's sausage and pepperoni." Aimee broke the silence.

I walked over, and they made room for me in their little circle.

"Sooo…." I said, still feeling awkward.

"It's okay, I remember being new, but we don't bite!" said Yvonne.

Sierra started to mime biting Jayla, who made a terrified face. That got a giggle out of me, well, most of us, really.

"Yeah, so I'm Yvonne if you didn't catch it. Tell us about you. What do you like, blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., we want to know who just moved in."

I took a deep breath, and dived in. "Well, you already know I'm Alana, and I like country music best, but rock and pop are good too, and I like the colors purple and blue, I don't really watch movies, and I really like Chinese food."

"Do you like to dance?" Jayla asked.

Sierra interrupted me, "If not, I have a dagger over there we can play with."

Sierra seemed quite the violent one.

I nodded yes, and was promptly dragged off the bed by Aimee and Dyani, while Jayla ran over to a radio and plugged in her iPod Nano, which promptly began to blast 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga.

These girls have good taste.

Aimee shouted, "Random dance party!" and the party began. We were dancing like wingnuts or something, doing the silliest moves, and trying to get each other to laugh. Dyani was sort of shy, even with her friends, but still danced pretty well. Sierra was 'joining forces' with Aimee, slapping hands up and down. It looked really painful; you could hear the smack over the blasting music. Meanwhile, they were still dancing some really funny moves.

Yvonne and Jayla were really good dancers; I thought they could be professionals if they wanted to.

And if they were human.

I was holding my own, but I wasn't to Yvonne and Jayla's level yet. I danced with Dyani, trying to get her out of her shell of shyness. Our dance party lasted through 'California Gurls', 'Shake It', 'Misery Business', 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', to….'The Campfire Song Song'?

Oh well. We all sang every word, and were rocking out to SpongeBob when somebody knocked on the door. They sounded angry.

Dyani answered it, and we all crowded around to see who it was. We didn't bother to turn off the music.

It was a shorter girl, only about five feet, so judging by what Nixies I've seen, really short. Her hair was blonde and her skin was light pink. Really, she seemed super-girly, the kind of girl I would try to fit in with when I was a human. Now, I don't know if I would suck up to her or not. It was sad that until now, I never knew how much I loved singing SpongeBob and dancing to Paramore.

It's not like the popular girls did that. They did makeup and clothes.

"What do you want Delia?" hissed Dyani, sounding a lot meaner than the girl who was dancing cha cha moves to 'Shake It' with me a few minutes ago.

"You do know that I have weapons of death, don't you? So stay away." Sierra was matter-of-fact, staring down Delia with an unwavering glare of hate.

"I just wanted to be welcoming! I hear you have a new roommate. My boyfriend saved her, so I just want to meet this…Alina." Delia's voice sounded like she was a chain smoker, at total odds with her appearance.

"Alana. This is our room, so go away you creeper." I spat out, and slammed the door in her face. I hoped it got her in the nose.

I turned to everyone else. "Was that okay?"

I was met with approving faces. Sierra said, " I could've called her worse."

"Yeah, but bad language isn't nice." I heard 'Single Ladies' come on. "Move it you guys! Let's dance it out!" I started toward the center of the room.

None of us knew the whole dance, only parts of it. We danced out our anger at Delia, doing some really weird moves.

Later, we turned down the music to a more appropriate background volume, and were stretched out on the floor, finishing off the pizza and drinking Coke out of a mini fridge hidden in the closet, underneath a few pairs of jeans and a really cute jacket.

"Why do you hate Delia so much?" I asked, honestly curious. "What's so wrong with popular?"

"She's a bully.," said Yvonne.

"She hates everyone.," commented Dyani.

"She's shallow.," said Jayla.

"She's an idiot.," Sierra told me.

"And she's our polar opposite: vain and cruel.," said Aimee.

"Popular doesn't mean anything. Delia, as a person, is horrible. And she's dating Malik. Yuck." Yvonne sounded so sure, it definantly wasn't a lie. We were already best friends, after only about two hours. None of these girls would hurt me in any way though, I knew that. Some things just click. I guess I was meant to meet these girls. They were my sisters in all but blood, really.

"Malik?" I asked.

"The most popular boy, Delia's boyfriend, a jerk, liar, and basically the most desirable guy in Half Moon." Aimee informed me.

"If desirable means horrible, then yes, I agree." Sierra said. "I just want to go in his room at midnight with a chainsaw."

"Great…" I was disturbed. This seemed normal for Sierra though, so I wasn't exactly going to argue. I have to admit; going to my enemies' rooms with chainsaws was a comforting thought.

I felt it was time for a subject change. "So, anybody here actually have a boyfriend?"

Sierra and Jayla did. Aimee, Yvonne, and Dyani didn't, but had their eyes on someone.

Even if I had never heard of these guys, talking boys was comforting and easy with my newfound friends. We talked all through the night. Who needs sleep?