A/N: A big thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! =) Sorry it took so long to update some chapters, I've been rather busy with school and stuff.


August 20th

Time: 8 am

Location: Bedroom

Mood: Nervous

Went down to breakfast at 7:30. You'd have thought I'd murdered someone by the look on Uncle's face. He said: "I have spoken to your father, June. He is very dissapointed in you, as am I. I hope you will never attempt anything as rude as last night." Geez.

Anyway, here comes the exciting bit. After an extremely long, awkward and boring silence, my cousin Roger cleared his throat and said: "Father, I was wondering...George's parents are going on a week's holiday. He was going to his Grandmother's house, but I was thinking maybe he could stay here for the week."

That is when I started choking on my breakfast cereal, which was slightly embarassing, to say the least. Sam thumped me on the back. His hands are very strong, and yet gentle when he thumps - SHUT UP JUNE!!! The rest of the family, except Uncle and Aunt, who doesn't know anything about my love for George, snorted into their own breakfasts. Talk about politeness. Aunt turned to me, concerned. "Are you all right, June?" to which I replied, between chokes: "Yes, I'm just - I just swallowed badly." I hastily drank milk. I choked on that as well. The mind boggles.

After my choking display over everything, and after the loons had finished sniggering (though I suppose it did look rather funny), Uncle replied: "Well, Roger, I don't see why not. One of you will have to sleep in a sleeping-bag, though." To which Roger replied "No problem." Alicia and Betty looked at me with significant delight. I smiled weakly back. I'm still not sure what they will tell George.

"And when is George coming, son?" asked Aunt May. Roger replied: "Today after lunch, at about 2 pm."

To which I STUPIDLY said, letting out a cry of dismay: "Today??? But I'm not ready!"

Can you BELIEVE my stupidity???!!! The loons all gave stiffled giggles. Although, again, I can't really blame them. Aunt May and Uncle looked at me in surprise, eyebrows raised. Darn, darn, darn!!!

"I-I mean...I'm not ready for...for...for...for...fooorrrr...I was thinking we could...erm...show him around!"

Great, June.

Roger rolled his eyes. "June. He's known me and this house since he was five years old."

"Well...erm...erm...errrrmmmm...there is stuff he hasn't seen yet."

The three dirty minded loons (Samuel, Alicia and Betty) practically wet themselves laughing 'discreetly'. Aunt and Uncle looked baffled. Matt was looking at me as though I was some strange type of insect. And my lovely baby brother Tom was ignoring everything except the mountain of food in front of him. And John (remember, Mr. Politically Correct?) was carefully ignoring me. He probably thinks I'm a disgrace to the whole family right now or something like that. I remember when I wrote the hate messages to that devil dictator Moira. He didn't speak to me for six months.

"Like what?"

"Like...like...liiiiiiiike...erm...erm...errrrrmmmm...the new curtains!"

"June, dear, they aren't new! I just washed them, that's all." Aunt May replied. She looked really worried about me. Can't really blame her.

"Oh. Right. Forget it then. They looked new. Um...may I be excused?"

Uncle nodded, looking extremely concerned. Well, at least he doesn't look murderous any more. My whole family thinks I'm going insane. Huh. Haven't they ever heard of looking in the mirror before critisizing others? Talk about pot calling the kettle green. Or was it red? I can't remember. Who cares, anyway? I've got more important things to do than muse over the craziness of my family. Like working out what clothes to wear. And doing something with the birds' nest that is known as my hair. Curl it? Hmmm.

10 minutes later

Figuring out what the heck to wear. I hate my clothes. Everything looks awful. And my best dress is in the wash!!! I am seriously dying here. I can't wear anything of Alicia's or Betty because Alicia is taller and Betty is, well, a different shape. What am I going to do???!!! Why, god???!!! Why ME???!!! All right, calm down. Focus, June, focus. I have my dark blue skirt here. Not the best, but it looks decent. My dear parents won't let me get capri pants because apparently "they are not the sort of thing a decent girl my age would wear." And they look so great!!! I'm hating my parents right now. OK, focus, June - you have a skirt. You need a blouse. I have a collection, lets look through the colors. Blue - boring. White - I look like a sailor. Red - I look like a clown. Damn. Oh, here's a green one - not bad. And here's a pink one! Not bad either! I can't bloody decide!!! OK, let's try them on.

15 minutes later

OK, it's the pink one. I like it best. Oh, all right. I tore a button off the green one. I liked the pink best anyway. Right. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. SHOES!!! Oh, wait. No panic scene needed. I only have one pair of good shoes here. I mean, it's not as if I'm going to wear my riding boots. The shoes are black, with no heel. Apparently, I am "too young" for heels. Off to have a shower and get changed.

Time: 9:25 am

Location: Bedroom

Mood: Hysterical, but slightly relieved

Well, I'm finally dressed. Just my hair left to do. Right, I'm all set.

Ten minutes later

Oh no. Oh no. Ohnoohnoohno!!! OH NO!!!!!!!!!

My HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's RUINED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Guess. Guess what I did. I tried to curl my hair, and I just BLOODY BURNT IT OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Five minutes later

Alicia and Betty have walked in. They're in hysterics. Doesn't anyone have compassion for poor little me???!!!

I'm too distraught to write. I think I will just curl up and die.

15 minutes later

Conversation:

Me: *sobs* You rotten pigs! How DARE you laugh!

Alicia: *gulping* Shall we get you a mirror so you can join the joke?!

Me: It is NOT funny!!!

Alicia & Betty: We beg to differ.

And they both started laughing again. Beasts.

Me: IT IS NOT FUNNY!!! GOERGE IS COMING OVER TODAY, REMEMBER???!!! AND I LOOK LIKE A BURNT LUNATIC!!!!!!!!!!!

I flung myself on the bed and stared sobbing. Suddenly, there's a hand on my shoulder. The laughter had subsided. At last.

Alicia: Hey, come on Junebug, It's not the end of the world.

Me: That's all you know.

Betty: Come on Junebug, we'll sort it out for you. It's not that bad, you only burnt a bit really.

Me: How can I trust someone who calls me Junebug???!!!

Alicia: Sorry, force of habit. And you can trust me because I know what it feels like. C'mon, get up.

Me: How do you know?

Alicia: Because I did it myself, genius.

Me: Oh? Trying to impress who?

Alicia: Actually, trying to NOT impress my parents. They said I shouldn't, so of course I did.

Betty: Anyway, come on, or we won't have time! We'll cut it in the bathroom so you can see what we're doing in the mirror, if you still don't trust us.

I got up and we went to the bathroom. I mean, really, they couldn't make it any worse. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and burst into tears.

Alicia: Hey, hey!!! Stop that!!! We can't cut it if you're crying!

Me: It's not just the hair!!! It's me! I'm horrible! My face is horrible, my hair is horrible, and I'm just plain UGLY!

Alicia: *sigh* I've heard this before. What about you, Betty? Getting a feeling of deja-vu yet?

Betty: Yes. From both of us.

Alicia: Normally, June, I'd agree with you to wind you up. But right now, I'm trying to help. Cut it out.

Me: SEE???!!! YOU ADMITTED IT!!! I'M UGLY!!!

Alicia: *groans exasperatedly* Juuuune. Listen carefully. I would agree "to wind you up"! You're NOTHING of the sort. But you will be if you don't SIT STILL while we cut your hair! So STOP WAILING!

Me: Sorry, sorry. *sniffles*

Alicia: That's better. Now, Betty, we've got a haircut to do.

Betty: Shall we try to curl it after?

Me: NOOOOO!!! Don't you even THINK of it!!!

Alicia: Okay, okay!!! Calm down, will you?

20 minutes later

Phew. They actually knew what they were doing. My hair looks even better than before! I was so grateful I actually tried to hug them. I shudder now, but I wasn't in my right mind just then, you see. They jumped away, of course. First they cut off the burnt bit and then they sort of evened it out and gave it a style. I screamed at the first snip, and Alicia whacked me over the head. I didn't do it again. I'm too brave to scream all the time. Oh, all right. It HURT when she hit me. I'm scared to go down.

10 minutes later

Alicia and Betty dragged me downstairs to show off their masterpiece. Uncle and Aunt aren't too sure about the new style, but the boys think it's nice. Well, Sam, Roger and Matt think it's nice. Dick put it in his own way, by saying: "You look slightly less dreadful than usual." He's always said I'm dreadful since we were capable of speech, so I suppose it's his version of a compliment. John says it's okay, but he always says everything is okay, since he can never be rude. Tom, of course, couldn't care less. He was to busy mashing up tomatoes because he wanted fake blood. I was careful to stay away from him. Sam teased me. A LOT. Roger wasn't far behind, and even MATT was teasing me. I didn't know he knew HOW to tease!

Sam: Oooooh, where's this girl come from? I know! She's a film star, in hiding!

Me: Nygh. (Yes. Nygh.)

Roger: She looks a bit like our June...but she never had that haircut!

Me: Idiot!

Matt: *pretends to faint* It's Elaine, the Lily Maid of Astolat, come from the past! *bows* My lady.

Me: Huh? Oh...thanks...I guess...

Matt: Did you know Elaine died of a broken heart? Sir Lancelot didn't love her.

Well, I had to whack him then, didn't I?! What a dirty hypocrite. Makes everyone believe he's so bright and really he's an idiot. Aunt May was looking at me with a strange look upon her face, though I don't kow why.


Still August 20th

Time: 1 pm

Location: Bedroom

Mood: Nervous

I am seriously dying here. My stomach is tied up in knots. Well, not literally. If it was, I would be dead. And I'm not, obviously. Or would I be? Shut up, June. Now.

There's only an hour to go and I already want to crawl under the table. Damn. And to think he'll be here for a whole WEEK! I can't dress nicely every day, I'll go nuts. Never mind, I won't think about that. Oh, Aunt's knocking at the door. She wants to have a little word. I hope she hasn't found out about the broken plant.

30 minutes later

Great. Just great. Even Aunt May sussed it out that I like George. Am I really THAT obvious?! Don't answer that.

Aunt May: Hello, dear *sits down on my bed beside me*

Me: Hello, Aunt May. Listen, I didn't mean to break that plant, it was a total accident...

A.M: *looks puzzled* broken plant? I came here to talk about something else.

Me: Oh. All right. What is it, Aunt?

A.M: I couldn't help noticing that you get a little nervous when we talk about Roger's friend George...and how you seem to want to look nicer when he is coming here.

Damn. Great. Just great.

Me: Me, nervous? Nah.

A.M: You choked on your breakfast at the very mention of him, and you made up the excuse about the curtains. I call that being nervous.

Me: Well...maybe a bit. I'm not used to visitors. That's probably it.

A.M: Not used to visitors?! Your father works on important bussiness deals, you get visitors all the time!

Me: Oh, all right. Yes, I admit it.

A.M: So you like this boy?

Oh, I hate it when aunt gets all motherish and knowing!

Me: *mumbling* Yes.

A.M: Like a friend...or something more? A boyfriend, perhaps?

Me: Mmm.

A.M: Is that a yes?

Me: Uh-huh.

A.M: I knew it.

Then she gave me a hug. Damn. She must've seen the look on my face because she was like: "Oh, don't worry, darling. I won't say a word. I'll be very discreet." She looked all watery-eyed. "I don't know why I didn't figure it out before. I guess I still considered you a child. But you're a big girl now, aren't you?" She kissed the top of my head, then got up, and before closing the door, said: "Tell me if you need advise."

Dammit, I got all watery eyed then. I love Aunt May. Probably more than my own mother. I'm sure Aunt May wouldn't dump her kids in a house full of lunatics.


Still August 20th

Time: 2 pm !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Location: Living room

Mood: OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S HERE!!!!! Just rang the doorbell!!!!! Aaaaarrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!!!!

30 minutes later

I'm crying in my room. I cannot believe those two devils. How can they be so evil?! As soon as he walked through the door, they started attacking George. Just listen to what they said. I mean, read what they said:

George: Hullo, everybody!

Everyone: Hello.

George: *looked at me and smiled* New haircut?

Me: *blushing like a tomato. No, redder* Yup.

George: Nice. *turns to uncle* thank you for having me here, sir.

And Uncle says, no problem, blah blah blah. All boring small-talk stuff. I'll get on to the really important, though HORRIBLE part of the conversation. Uncle and Aunt and several more lunatics left the room, leaving me, George, the Devil Incarnate, Ugly Betty, Sam, Matthew, and little Tom, who was, deep in thought, again not paying any attention to anything except trying to figure out what could he use to make fake blood without making a mess. (The tomato fake blood and the red paint got him in BIG trouble with aunt and uncle.) Roger had left to make Geroge's bed. The others, I have no idea, and I don't care. Anyway, I will stop babbling and get on to the crucial point of my entire frigging LIFE:

Alicia: So, George! How are things in your life?

George: *looks handsomely baffled* Uh, fine.

Alicia: Love life? *winks*

Oh great, I thought, now it sounded like she's throwing herself on him. The Devil Incarnate obviously noticed it too, because she laughed, adding hastily:

Alicia: Don't think badly. I was just wondering, 'cause if not, it's something you and our young June have in common, innit?

I wanted to MURDER her. I hastily mumbled something about going to the bathroom. I think I also said something about a hamster for some reason, but I'd rather not think about it. I closed the door behind me and evesdropped over the keyhole, where I could still hear the Devil Incarnate whittering on:

Alicia: Oh, look, everyone, June's poetry book! Did you know, George, that June writes poetry?

HOW DARE SHE?????? THAT'S PRIVATE!!!!!!!!

Betty: Ooooh, can I read it? Lets see...oh, this is a good one:

"Why me? I ask thee god,

am I condemmed to this lunatic sod?

I hate being here,

I would love being elsewhere,

Or else I shall kill myself.

I don't want to kill myself.

I want to live.

But not like this.

Not sorrounded by lunatics."

Alicia: Nice, huh?

NOOOOOO!!! HE'LL THINK I'M A DEPRESSED WEIRDO!!!!!! Well, I am depressed right now, and when I wrote the poem, but I'm usually not!! And it's such a BAD poem!!!!! I want to kill myself right now.

George: *warily* Uh-huh. Well, excuse me...

Alicia: Oh, no, George, you musn't leave us yet! Did I ever show you photos of when she was a baby? Look at this one...she looks so cute, sitting on her potty!

NO!! NO!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! THE POTTY PHOTO!!!!!!!!! SHE MUST DIE, SHE MUST DIE!!!!!!!

I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming the insults I had in my head.

Alicia: She's all grown up now, though, isn't she? And she thinks that Mr. Darcy, from Pride & Prejudiece, is the most incredible man ever! We told her it's a fictional character, but she just won't listen to a word of it!

DAMN!!! DAMN!!! DAAAAAMN!!!! How DARE she mention my crush about Mr. Darcy?! And how does she KNOW, anyway?! I've never written a word about it on my diary!!!

George: Great, oh, I can hear Roger calling me...how unfortunate...but I'll have to go now...

And here's the worst bit. Out of my IDIOCY, instead of moving away from the keyhole and into the bathroom, the bedroom, or ANYWHERE, I just stayed there, and Roger opened the door AND I FELL INTO THE ROOM. I could feel my face go scarlet. George's face went slightly red as well. It was just so EMBARASSING. And to top it off, Alicia said in her stupid voice which she describes as "smooth": "June! How surprising! You weren't listening in, where you? How rude! Although I suppose you couldn't help the temptation, could you?"

I fled away before she could say any more to torment me. I locked the door of my room, flung myself on the bed, and started howling. Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this. I will NEVER trust the Devil Incarnate and Ugly Betty. I hate them both.

15 minutes later

I can hear shouts and hissing outside. Sounds like an argument. Arguments often happen around here, so it's not surprising. I wonder what it's about?

A/N: Cliffhanger! Muahuahuahua!! PLz review =) and yes, even MORE cookies!! please??? *puppy dog eyes*