Sorry about the last chapter. It really was wierd. So anyways, I hope this chapter makes up for that! I hope you guys enjoy it! I promise, it's much better...hopefully.


Chapter 9

Serenity ran through the upstairs hallway with great excitement.

"Breakfast!" She barked happily. She hopped down the stairs as fast as she could (which wasn't that fast) and ran into the kitchen, making loud clicking noises on the hardwood floor. Tristan was right behind her.

"Whoa, slow down there! Don't want you to run into anything now." And just as the words left his mouth, Serenity stopped and slid…right into a cabinet door with a loud THUD.

"Ow." She whimpered. Tristan just sighed and bent down onto his knees. He scooped the puppy into his arms.

"I told you so." Serenity glared at him and swatted his cheek in a light slap with her paw.

"Hey there! No need to get violent!" He joked. He placed her on the tile counter as he prepared breakfast. He stuck his torso into the refrigerator, looking for ingredients to possibly throw together into a semblance of a meal.

Serenity paced back and forth on the counter. She didn't go too far from the middle though. The counter was rather high up.

"What are you in the mood for?" Tristan brought himself out of the refrigerator and looked at the puppy.

"Hmm, I feel like eggs today. And bacon, definitely bacon. Oh! Sausages! I want sausages too! Wait, no. Potatoes! HASH BROWNS! Or maybe pancakes. Waffles?" She barked out her orders hysterically. Tristan noticed the trouble she had deciding.

'It's almost like watching Joey choose from a menu. Uncanny resemblance there.' He thought. His thoughts then drifted from one blond haired friend to his younger, brunette sib –

'Whoa! Don't even go there Tristan. That's another world of heartache.' He mentally chastised himself. He figured, if he either started thinking realistically, therefore preparing for possible rejection, he should at least try and stop these feelings. Of course that never came close to working. In the end, not thinking about her or avoiding her made it hurt all the more.

"HEY! Are you writing these down? I'm not going to repeat myself!" The ever-patient customer, Serenity barked out her orders at top speed. Tristan just shook his head and went to collecting the ingredients needed.

"How about I make your life easier than it already is and make a bit of everything for you. Plus, it increases the chances of me actually cooking something that's edible." His past experiences at cooking were not the best, but they were progressing, if slowly. But at least he didn't set anything on fire…anymore.

"I highly doubt anything is beyond my standards of edibility, especially when I'm this hungry." Serenity encouraged Tristan as much as possible. Partly out of support, but mostly out of hunger.

"Off you go, I don't want anything happening to you while I'm cooking. In fact, you'd better stay out of the kitchen." Tristan took her off of the counter and set her on the couch, a safe distance away from him and the hot stove. Serenity pouted. She didn't like to be this far away from the action. Or maybe she didn't want to be this far from Tristan. She instantly froze.

"No. No. No, that's not it Action, I don't like to be this far away from the action. Not Tristan, action, not Tristan. I don't like to be this far away from Tris- ARGH!" Serenity gave up on that train of thought. At least she knew what she meant. And that's all that mattered. If only she were a bit more sure of herself. She tuned around and peeked over the back of the couch. Tristan was reluctantly putting on a bright pink frilly apron with white polka dots dotted all over. Serenity almost burst out laughing right on the spot. It was adorable how he deemed it necessary to wear the apron to cook her breakfast. Almost like a good housewife, or a sweet boyfriend. Almost.

The last thought brought a longing sensation with it. She longed to have a boyfriend like that, who would wear ridiculous aprons to do such sweet things like cook breakfast for her. She could always vividly picture Duke in that image, making her normally long for it even more. But at the moment, the image was far more comical than it was romantic. She took another look at Tristan. This time it was a far less funny image and a much, much more adorable scene. He ran around the kitchen, trying to cook the bacon, beat the eggs, and squeeze the oranges all at once without ruining anything.

Serenity continued to watch Tristan go about cooking breakfast when the doorbell caught both of their attention. A frown graced his features.

"Wonder who that could be." He mused aloud. Serenity hopped off the couch, also curious as to whom the visitor was. Tristan opened the door only to be assaulted by a blond blur. Tristan let out a shout of surprise and fell backward with the thing on top of him. Serenity yelped and immediately ran over to him.

Tristan was on his back with a girl on his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"OH MY GOSH TRISTAN! It's been forever since I last saw you!" the blond bimbo, as Serenity immediately named her, squealed.

"Oh my gosh, how have you been? You grown so much! Look at you. Quite the handsome man now. Oh come here you!" Tristan helped her off the ground only to be viciously hugged again. Serenity heard herself growl menacingly. But it looked like Tristan was the only one who noticed and gave her a quick concerned glance, before returning to the blond bimbo.

"Hey, yeah it has been a long time. How have you been?" Tristan asked while trying to politely pry her arms from around his neck. Serenity would've gladly helped if she weren't so consumed by rage. He managed to free himself when the windbag started to talk again.

"Oh my gosh, you wouldn't believe me! America has been so awesome! It's totally cool over there. There weather is just to DIE FOR!" she screeched.

"Really now? And yet you're still alive…" Serenity barked snippily.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Does she ever stop saying that?"

"That is the CUTEST thing I have ever seen!" The blond bimbo crouched down and started to advance on Serenity. She gulped at the hulking mass coming her way. Before she even knew it, she trapped in a tight, suffocating hug with no escape. Serenity flailed around miserably, looking to Tristan for help. She just saw him trying to retain his laughter. She glared menacingly at him. Oh he will pay.

"Oh my gosh! When did you get this widdle pwecious thing?" She set Serenity back onto the ground, but not out of her grasp. She put her hands on both sides of Serenity's face, making cooing in an aggravating baby voice.

"Oh god, someone shut that thing up!" Serenity made her best attempt to bark, but came out muffled. Finally, Tristan decided to intervene. He politely stepped in between them and picked up Serenity.

"This is Keiko. I just found her yesterday actually. Keiko, this is my old neighbor, Ashley." Serenity gave a very, VERY curt nod. But apparently the blondy named Ashley didn't notice. Or didn't care. Serenity did a quick take of the annoying creature before her. She had to admit, at least the bimbo had looks.

Ashley Jones had the typical, LA girl look. She wore very fashionable (not to mention pricey) clothes, complete with sunglasses and Gucci purse that she clutched onto for dear life. Serenity wished she was able to talk at the moment. She would love to see the look on Ashley's face when she finds out the purse is a cheap knockoff. She was tall, even without heels. She had long, strawberry blond hair (clearly artificial to some amount) and lots and lots of makeup on.

"Oh my gosh! She is so adorable! You two make such a perfect match together!" Tristan raised an eyebrow at the comment, while Serenity only stared.

"Um…thank you?" Tristan answered unsure of himself.

The blond thing just laughed shrilly.

"I mean you two look like a good pair. You two complement each other. Like….like…ACCESSORIES!" She made…some sort of sense.

"Oh, that's great. Um… would you like to stay for breakfast?" Tristan was such a well-mannered child. His mother taught him well.

"For once, why can't the guy be rude and kick the thing out of here?"

"Oh, that sounds great! It's too bad though, I can't stay that long. I've got to go soon. But I can stay and chat for a bit." The blonde bimbo took a seat at the couch as Tristan went back to preparing breakfast.

"So what have been up to Tristan? Besides picking up stray dogs here and there." Serenity found she had an amazing amount of self control as she stopped herself from attacking the whore for calling her a stray.

"Don't call Keiko a stray. She's my friend now." Tristan defended light-heartedly, but firmly. The idiot just laughed it off.

"Well you look real busy. I mean, you've changed a lot when I last saw you." She eyed him up and down, she stare devouring him. "Changed, A LOT."

This time, Serenity couldn't stop as the growl escaped her lips. Only the blonde wonder never heard her, and just gave her a look from the corner of her eye.

Tristan and the hooch exchanged memories, reminiscing past experiences with each other. The blonde thing was obviously more interested in staring at his body rather than pay attention to his words, but Tristan barely noticed.

As breakfast was almost finished, Tristan became more and more focused, determined not to ruin anything when so close to the finish line. As Tristan became more and more engrossed in his work, Ashley stared harder and harder, which caused Serenity to growl even louder.

"You're a lucky little dog, you know that?" The comment caught Serenity off guard, her smile confusing her. Immediately, Serenity went back to growling at the intruder.

"Keiko? Is everything okay?" Tristan had finally finished the perfect meal. No burnt food, not kitchen fires, nothing. He plated everything for them when he heard Serenity growl loudly. He turned to find her growling at an unusually calm Ashley.

"Oh no, everything is fine." Ashley answered while standing up. She walked over to Tristan and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"I would be selfish and keep you all to myself too if I were her." She left on that note and walked right out of the door.

"Selfish? Keeping him for myself? What is that psycho talking about?"


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