Well, I think I'm more excited about this story right now, seeing as it's simple, fun, romanfic, and I've gotten mostly all good feedback on it. So, here's some more!

I have to say, this story is dedicated to 'Demeterfan5556'. And to 'Ljuba', I am dedicating my Volairia series to you :). 'NyokaDelFanfiction', I am dedicating CATS the Series to you as well, and also, look for your reference in this chapter. If you spot it, tell me!

Enjoy!

Demeter groggily woke up in the bed of the guest room. She looked around, sleepily trying to regather her surroundings, before remembering she was in Munkustrap's house. She got up, adjusting her pajama pants and tank top, walking into the hall, and eventually down the stairs.

The smell of cinnimon and egg bread flowed through the first floor of the house, causing her to follow the sweet aroma. She found in in a pan, in the kitchen. Handling the pan was Munkustrap, sporting plaid pajama oants and a black T-shirt. He turned his head around ti face her, revealing a wild case of bedhead,

"Hey, sleepy."

"Hey...that smells good, what are you making?"

"French toast."

"Are the kids up?"

"I'd assume not. They're probably-"

The sound of little padded feet came down the carpeted stairs tiwards the television. The two adults turned their head to the sink wall, which had a window with bar stools on other side. The stairs were just behind the stools, and you could also seenthe living room behind the stairs.

"Did we miss it, Jem?"

"Nope! Here it is!"

Demeter turned her head to face her companion, who was happily cooking the breakfast,

"What are they watching?"

"Pribably Tweenies. It's about 9."

She nodded, taking a step closer to him, peering over his shoulder at the pan. He then turned his head back around to face her. Their faces, again, were apart by a couple of inches, to his surprise,

"I have to work at Noon, so it'd be best to get ready after breakfast."

"Okay...where are the kids going?"

"You're house, with your parents."

"Oh, yeah."

He flipped the toast in the lan once more, making in sizzle befkre flopping it onto the plate. He added some maple syrup and aces four plates on the table,

"Breakfast is ready, kids!"

Jemima and Pouncival came running into the kitchen, taking seats next to eachother as Munkustrap retrirved drinks from the refridgerator,

"Milk or orange juice?"

"Milk!", said Jemima and Pouncival together."

"You, Demeter?"

"Oh, Orange juice for me, thanks."

He nodded, pouring glasses and setting cintainers back into the fridge before handing glasses over and taking a seat next to Demeter. Pouncival looked at her oddly through his thick glasses,

"Why are you here, Sis?"

"Mom and Dad had their anniversary last night."

"Oh, yeah..."

Munkustrao took a mental note; he had nearly forgotten that Pouncival and Demeter were siblings. Technically, Pouncival and Tumplebrutus were adopted, and weren't truly related, but they acted as though. After they finished eating, Munkustrapngathered the dishes, and out them in the sink, running water over them to spare the stickyness.

"Demeter, just entertain yourself, will you? I have to take a shower and get ready for work. You too kids."

Pouncival and Jemima jokingly saluted him before returning to their show. Munkustrap marched back upstairs and the sound if the shower was heard within a few minutes.

Demeter decided to get dressed in the spare room. She changed into a blue plaid button up long sleeve woth the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, tight enough to show off elegant curves. She also wore her blue jeans as well as her rather well kept purple converse.

After reading her new book for a few minutes, the water hadnturned off. She continued to read 'Incarceron' for a few minutes before Munkustrap walked in, searching for something while adjusting his belt. Demeter guessed it would be a shirt due to his lack of one, and he found it on the floor. He out it on, and turned to Demeter,

"Is your car still at the coffee shop?"

"No, I walked there last night."

"Oh, okay. Sorry I barged in on you like this."

With his red office shirt on, he fixed his black tie. Demeter set the book down as he out the blsck overjacket on along with his nametag to cimeplete the uniform.

"It's okay. The kids are in the backyard now."

"Okay. Well, we should probably go. Is your bag packed?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, then let's go."

She grabbed the littke strung sack and fillowed him out the door. He walked out into the backyard, and opened the door. Pouncival and Jemima were trying some sort of assed-backwards, yet adorable tango, giggling in the process.

"Time to go, kiddo."

Pouncical then dipped his friend, who pulled him down onto the grass, laughing. But they soon got up and ran into the house, following Munkustrap and Demeter into the car.

•~•~•

Back at the Mariott, Munkustrap checked punched in, realizing that he and Tugger were working front desk today. He walked in behind the large oak desk, where Tugger waved,

"Hey, man! So Cass didn't go well?"

"No..."

"Dude, at this rate, you're never gonna get some."

Munkustrap let out a huff of breath,

"I'll have you know that I did get some action last night."

Tugger snorted, which led to a sniggering, ehich led to uncontrollable laughter,

"With WHO?"

"I...I made out with Demeter."

Tugger snapped his head over in shock wt his brother,

"Bomba's sister?"

"Yeah."

"...Score, man! She's hot!"

Munkustrap felt the sudden urge to punch his best friend. Hot? She was more than that. Intelligent, funny, adventurous, friendly, and not to mention beautiful. You could say that he really-

"Oh, and I found another date for you!"

"This better not be a blind one."

"Fine. She's the chick that does babysitting for Vicky."

"I think she also babysits for Jem."

"Yeah! Rumpleteazer! She's about 21, orange calico, thin-"

"Tugger, I know her."

"...Oh, yeah."

"So...when is it? And more importantly: where?"

"8 o'clock, Friday night, at the Macaroni Grill."

This seemed much better, thought Munkustrap, at least it wasn't a sleazy diner. But he hasn't been on a real date in years. But he did know where he could practice...

•~•~•

"You want me to help you prepare for a date?"

Munkustrap nodded sheepishly, rather embarrassed to have to ask such a silly thing. Demeter had to admit, she was rather jealous. You coukd almost say she was falling for this tabby. She then sighed and smiled, walking with him to his car,

"Oh, we're doing this today?"

"Sure. You need all the help you can get."

Munkustrap playfully pushed Demeter's shoulder. Demeter then looked at him with a smile,

"But you are a good kisser, I'll give you that."

he couldn't resist a blush, pushing her playfullt with a free hand. Maybe this fake date thing would be easier then he thought...that is, he thought.

Attention all younger readers! I decided to push ratings a bit in later chapters. There will be bits and pieces of...suggestive...content. But don't worry, it'll always stay T.

If you're very against it, it doesnt have to be that way!

Review!

-Vince