10:20 A.M. - Minutes after Anthony and Danielle's talk:

"Won't be long in the bathroom - yeah, right."

Danielle ran her hands through her messy hair and sniffed the air, regretting it as soon as a pungent smell entered her nostrils. "Ugh - definitely need a shower. But first, teeth needs cleaning."

She walked to the sink, eventually finding the item she was looking for in the cupboard above the sink like Anthony said. "Red toothbrush. Huh, can't seem to be rid of the color." And picked up a tube of toothpaste afterwards.

Danielle popped open its cap to squeeze the white substance over the brushes' numerous bristles. "Now for the actual brushing." She thought.

"Up and down, across, back, to the side. Done." Repeated formations followed.

Finally letting out an exhale of relaxedness, Danielle placed her toothbrush in a nearby empty cup on the sink's side. Danielle felt the aftertaste linger in her mouth, she liked it.

"Mmm, minty."

Danielle moved the shower curtain out of her way to sit on the tub's edge, soon turning the faucet to its right to activate the showerhead.

Quickly unbuttoning 'her' pajama shirt, she places her palm under the descending water stream to feel the warmth caress her fingers. Necessary enjoyment aside, 'her' clothes were off once again, allowing Danielle the privilege to step into her long-awaited shower.

As she began washing her slim body and brown hair, she figured it would be appropriate to sing a song she had stuck in her head. Ever since the moment her and Anthony had a 'blissfully close' night with one another.

"If I didn't care,"

"Would I feel this way?"

"If this isn't love, then why do I thrill?"

"And what makes my head,"

"Go 'round and 'round,"

"While my heart stands still?"

Knock, knock.

She sighed slightly out of frustration and stopped singing. "Hello?" Danielle opened the curtain to make sure whoever was knocking heard her voice clearly. "Anthony, that you at the door?"

"The one and only."

"How long were you behind there?"

"Not long. Heard your singing and realized there wasn't a towel in the bathroom - I don't know if you noticed on your end."

"I hadn't, actually. Besides, why aren't there towels, may I ask? Do you expect me to be hung out to dry on a clothesline?"

Anthony chuckled behind the door. "Nah, as much as you'd probably want to, I took the 'sorta-dirty' towels to the wash, since my mom's been asking me to do it for a while now."

"Anyway, if you'd like: I can get you a nice, clean and warm one once the wash and dryer are done. It'll probably be five minutes."

"Without a doubt I'd like one. Can't have your girlfriend slash guest shivering from the cold air, now would you?"

"I, hmm..."

Danielle cringed at his response and closed the shower curtain. "You're not supposed to dwell on it, you kidder. But no matter, just get me a towel, please. Should be done around the estimated five minutes you guessed."

"Wish granted, hot stuff." Footsteps were then heard walking away from the bathroom door.

She thought "did he really call me 'hot stuff'?" Though shrugging after the fact, she resumed her hygienic business.

"Do, do, da, do."

A few finishing touches here, and there...

"Done. What a relief to feel clean again."

Knock, knock.

"Alright, I'm back with the towel, Danielle."

"Okay, just hang it on the doorknob and I'll get it myself."

Anthony hesitated for a moment. "...Which side? Outside or in? Because if you want me to hang it from the inside I'm going to have to-"

"If you're worrying about whether I'm going to scream if you open the door - I won't. Now give me the towel you have. I don't care which way."

"Alright, I'm coming in, then."

Anthony opens the door, and looks upon the silhouette-esque figure behind the curtains.

"Here you go," He strolls across the tile floor to the tub, towel grasped in hand. "Your 'complimentary drying accessory'."

Danielle moves the curtain out of her way to look at him and the towel he's holding. Anthony, somewhat speechless, tries not to stare at her glistening body standing before him.

"Thanks, Anthony." She quickly grabs the towel from his hand and carefully wraps it around her chest and waist, concealing her womanly features. "Took you long enough."

"What? Oh, right, sorry, it's just that..."

"...You were picking up your jaw off the floor as soon as you laid eyes on my chest? Typical. And don't fret, I'm not angry either."

"You aren't?"

"No, unless you were being weird about it, I don't see why would I be angry. Especially considering the fact you saw me naked last night. All while being unhesitant in your... actions."

"Danielle..."

She couldn't help but grin hard at him. "What, am I making you nervous again through my teasing? Love it when you get like that, makes you cuter."

Danielle picks up a blow-dryer. "Anyhow, thanks again. Need to dry my hair now - so... if you'll excuse me."

Anthony noticed her vaguely shooing him away. "Okay, okay, I get the picture." He exits the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Anthony, come here for a second."

He walks over to his mom's sudden call seconds after leaving Danielle to her privacy.

"Yeah, mom?"

"What were you doing in there?"

"Giving Danielle a towel, since there was none in there for her to use."

"Ah, right, makes sense since I wanted you to clean them. Hope you weren't disrespectful to her."

"Of course not, mom! Geez, who do you take me for?"

"Only kidding. Sorry. Suppose your girlfriends' personality is rubbing off of me."

"On the other hand, it'll be soon before me and her go shopping - just letting you know. You're old enough to look over the house so I won't lecture you on the rules and such."

"Not like it's a bad neighborhood anyway. All I have to worry about is Danielle's crazy dad."

"He'd be stupid to pull off a visit like that again, Anthony. Don't worry."

"If you say so, mom."

"I have, and I did. Speaking of which, here's the guest of honor."

The bathroom door opens and closes, while Danielle faces to greet a mother and her son once more. "Hi, Anthony. Hi, Misses Foster."

"Hello, Danielle. I hope you don't mind wearing your dress from last night, because again, we don't have any proper clothes that fit you."

"That's fine. I'll be changing soon, just need to wait until my hair dries a little more."

"You'd need another towel if you want your hair to dry quicker, you know, wrapped on your head?"

"Well, your son only gave me the one." She giggled.

Anthony decided it best to leave the ladies alone. "Arghh, I'm going to watch some tv, you two have a good time shopping."

Susan and Danielle nodded and said their goodbyes to him. It was until eleven o'clock they were ready to finally leave the household. Both left get into the car that was parked on the driveway.

"All right, now that we're in, we're going to Lady Frumperton's."

Danielle's eyes widened. "Lady Frumperton's Fashions? But, Misses Foster, that place is expensive!"

"It is, but money isn't an issue. I know one of the store clerks there, she usually gives me discounts on certain clothes - I'm positive she'll do the same for you once introductions are in order. I'm paying for your things too, of course."

Danielle retorted. "Seriously, Susan, I'm grateful for all that you and your son did for me, but you don't have to do this. It's one thing that I'm staying at your house, but you buying me clothes? You can drive over to my house so I can get some there instead, now that I think about it."

Anthony's mother sighed, starting the car up in the process. "I can tell from your face you're trying to be humble, thinking you don't deserve new things. Then again, I have no idea how your father treated you when it came to rewards or presents. Regardless, whatever the case was, that much is going to change."

Susan continued on. "I haven't told you this, but I consider you family. Like a daughter I never had."

"Really? What about Anthony?"

"Oh, I love him more than life itself. It's just I feel the same way with you as well - you're special like him. A true member of the Foster family."

Danielle tried to hold back her sudden, yet appropriate urge to cry of joy. "Misses Foster, I, I-"

"Shhh," She noticed Danielle's lips quivering, and held her right arm to wrap around her neck for comfort. "It's okay, Danielle. If you need to cry, do it now. Can't have you bursting into tears while we're over there, would we?"

Danielle shook her head and complied, wiping her tears away. "Nah. And thank you."

"You are most certainly welcome. Now, sit back and enjoy the ride."

11:06 P.M. - Lady Frumperton's Fashions:

"Okay, we're here. Let's get you a nice dress."

Thud, thud.

Diiing!

An employee behind the store's front counter held out her arms to welcome the two women coming in.

"Welcome to Lady Frumperton's, how may I help..."

"Susan?" The greeter recognized the tall woman in an instant. "Is that you? Such a nice surprise!"

"Hello, Marabelle." She smiled. "Fantastic to see you again."

"Likewise, friend." Marabelle turns her attention toward the young lady standing next to Anthony's mom. "And who's this with you? Your daughter?"

Danielle turned her head away from the lady behind the counter, trying hard not to say anything disrespectful. Susan noticed what Danielle was feeling and responded politely to the clerk. "No, she isn't my daughter. In fact, she's my sons' girlfriend. I'm here to buy some clothes for her, probably some shoes too."

"Oh, splendid! Splendid! I can see why she would need some new attire - that dress looks worn!"

Danielle rolled her eyes, she really wanted to say something rude now.

Marabelle walked to Danielle. "It's okay, girl, no need to be shy."

"I wasn't."

"Ahem, well," Marabelle quickly went onto the more important matter at hand. "Let me just check your waist size to determine what type of clothing you're able to fit in. Follow me to the mirror, please."

And Danielle did just that after getting the go-ahead by Susan. A few minutes pass, and the two finally reach the dressing room. Oddly enough, the mirror Danielle faced reminded her of the mirror she had to change in front of - back when she had to change into temporary pajamas at Anthony's home.

"Okay, stand still please." Marabelle took out some measuring tape to determine her waist size.

"Fine." Even though Danielle didn't like having this woman check her, she was curious as to what Marabelle might do, so she let Marabelle do her thing. Possibly even call her out if she did something wrong.

"Let's see: twenty-eight inches, good. Ideal size for a girl your age."

Danielle was surprised when she saw the clerk put the tape away right afterwards. "Just like that, you're done already?"

"Just like that. It doesn't really take long for me to find out, as I've seen plenty of waist sizes. Anyway, you'd be a perfect fit to try on any of our medium-sized blouses and whatnot. Let me know if you need help fitting into some shoes too."

"Gee, thank you. Your name's Marabelle, right?"

She nodded. "Correct."

"I should be seeing you later with your friend Susan, then."

"I most certainly hope so. Bye."

Susan called out to Danielle, getting her attention from behind a clothes rack. She was hunched over, looking at some . Danielle grinned and went toward her.

"How did it go in there?" She asked.

"Your clerk friend said I'm in the clear to try out any of their medium-sized clothes, which is perfect because I'm a medium-size myself."

"Ah, excellent. Well?" She gave Danielle a puzzled stare. "Pick out a couple of dresses for yourself! My treat."

Danielle shrugged modestly, though she was still super grateful Susan was doing this for her. "Okay, I'll be back."

"Now, where are the mediums?" Danielle looked around the spacious store curiously. To her avail, she saw another girl around her age rummaging through various dresses on clothes hangers.

"Excuse me, are those the mediums you're looking through?"

The blonde consumer looked at Danielle from the corner of her eye. "Excuse me, are those the mediums you're looking through? Heh, if only you'd try looking at the labels sometime."

"Wait a minute, I know that mocking voice from anywhere..."

"Sheila?" Danielle reaches for her shoulder to try and turn her around to see if it's really the 'queen' of Sunny-Vale she heard.

Quickly grabbing a bare clothes hanger nearby, Shelia holds it in front of Danielle's face as a warning. "Try to touch me again and you'll regret it, bitch."