AN: Ok, the bus thing? Best. Idea. EVER. I should've done it a while ago, but there we are. Thanks for all the lovely, lovely reviews. Now I'm going to make you very upset – the cliffhanger? Not solved this chapter. Or the next. I know. Bad fanfic writer. Very, very bad fanfic writer. But while I make not make you particularly happy this chapter (well, I hope I do), I know I'll definitely make you happy the chapter after. And the chapter after that? All your questions will be answered. Yay!

Anons:

Liv – Aw, thanks! And yes, yes it was. Well, people asked for drama – there you go! Look, update.

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Hey, anyone else here about the Isaiah thing on the set of Grey's Anatomy? Thoughts? Also, T.R. Knight being gay? Really didn't surprise me. But then again, neither did Lance. Maybe I just have a good celebrity gay-dar. If so, then my next prediction is Tom Cruise – just watch!!!!

Disclaimer: If I owned VM, I'd spend my money trying to figure out whether Tom Cruise is a cyborg, an alien, or a guy just trying to cover his not-straight-ness with bluster. Which is stupid, in my opinion, because it doesn't seem to have hurt Elton John or Ellen DeGeneres. Or T.R. Knight, for that matter. However, I don't think Rob Thomas is doing any such thing, as I believe his money goes to silly things like raising his kid. Don't ask me.

Dick: Bouncing Off the Walls

I decided that the whole shopping thing wasn't that bad. I mean, besides the whole tasering thing, and the fact I had to get supplies for summer school tomorrow. I'd told Mac that, duh, I was totally blowing it. She said, duh, she'd taser me if I did. Man, that girl needs like those smelly-candle things, 'cause she's about a minute from pulling a Celeste on my ass. And that's friggin' terrifying, you know?

Whatever. She taught me how to cook, and that doesn't exactly sound like fun, but she's totally right up next to me, and I touched her boobs twice without getting jump-started 'cause I totally said I was reaching for something. Not like I'd nail her or anything, I do have some morals which include not sleeping with your dead bro's ex, but that doesn't mean I can't look. What can I say? It's a nice view.

The best part? We made homemade chocolate chip cookies. Which apparently doesn't mean "made by the kitchen staff." They were good, too.

"Dick! If you get flour on the couch ..."

I glanced over at Mac and shrugged. "I'll get a new one. Trust fund baby and all."

Mac glared at me. Had she been taking lessons from Ronnie? Because that was the only other person who made me feel like running to Mexico when they looked at me. "I like this couch. I don't want another couch. Don't get flour on it."

I decided not to comment on her new kung-fu, take-charge attitude and instead took an inventory of myself. I was covered in flour from hair down, and it was drying. I shrugged and ate an entire cookie from the plate nestled in between us on the plush rug floor in one bite. I flipped myself over and lay stomach down. "Dude, don't even complain. This whole thing was your fault." I looked up to the TV screen and grinned. Cameron Diaz kicking someone's ass. Nice.

I was interrupted from proper Diaz worship when Mac hit me with part of a cookie. I craned my head to see her; she looked smug. "Did not."

I raised my eyebrow at her. "Not cool, Mac-n-Cheese. You so did."

She threw more cookie at me and grinned. Multi-colored emo chick. "Nuh-uh."

I smirked slowly as an idea (yeah, I know) came to my head. "Really? So it wasn't you who threw flour at me when I did something wrong," I lifted myself in a sitting position, "then threw flour at me again when I did something else wrong," I grabbed the cookie plate, and she backed up, eyes wide, "until I dumped half the flour bag on you?"

Mac lifted her head defiantly. "Nope. Sorry. You threw flour on me first. Just the way it was."

I shrugged. "Ok, then." I started to put the plate down, and she relaxed. Then, moving Jackie Chan fast, I grabbed some cookies, crushed them in my hands, and poured the crumbs over her head.

She shrieked and scooted away. "Dick!"

I grinned and pelted more cookie at her. This? Was SO fun. "Remember now, Mackie?" I tossed a whole cookie for good measure. "Huh?"

She tossed it back and hit me on the head. I rubbed it. Damn. For a chick that spends all her time at a computer screen, she has some goddamn aim. "Fine. But I'm still showering first." She looked down at her shirt mournfully. "I have crumbs down my shirt." She looked up at me and narrowed her eyes. "You are an asshole, Richie Rich. A large, blonde, unpleasant asshole."

I ignored the use of the nickname, even though I could snap that dude like a twig and he's like as white as Vanilla Ice, for the opportunity she provided. I crawled closer and extended a hand. "Let me get those out for you. I mean, it's my fault, so ..." Her eyes narrowed as I got closer.

Mac smacked my hand. "Perv! No touching."

I widened my eyes innocently. "I was just offering you a cookie." I grabbed one next to her leg and waved it at her. I was so getting good at the whole "get minor action while bored but still not get tasered" thing. Oh, yeah. Points for Dick.

She wrinkled her nose. "Dick, that's been on the floor."

I grinned and popped it in my mouth. "'astes th' same," I told her as winningly as I could through a mouth of Nestle chips.

She laughed in spite of herself. "Men. Truce?"

I chuckled a little, because I'm seriously hilarious. "Only if we make brownies tomorrow."

She waved her hand at me. "Yeah, yeah. Now be a good rich boy and watch the movie. Oooh. Look Explosion." She settled into a cross-legged position and turned back to the movie, nibbling on a cookie which had managed to stay on the plate.

I stared at her for a minute. That had been, like, normal. Or what I guessed would be normal. No drama, or beer, or drugs, or dirty chicks do weird things with their legs on a stage. No money, no class shit, nothing. Just two people – friends, almost, I guess, and how mind-blowing was that – watching a movie and eating homemade Nestle cookies. It was nice. I guess I could do poor, if I could get normal with it. What passed as normal for me, anyway. I just hoped she wouldn't come to her senses anytime soon and kick me out on my privileged ass. Because going home would suck. I really couldn't stay there. I'd rather move in with Ronnie, not that she'd have me. Plus, Mac was really cool. I think she was my first girlfriend that was just a friend. Sweet.

Fingers snapped in front of me. I came back to reality to see Mac giving me one of those FBI looks that had way too much suspicion in it. "Dick, what are you looking at."

I smirked to hide the badness I felt being caught staring at her. Dead bro's ex, dead bro's ex, dead bro's ex. "Dude, it's your hair. I, like, can't look away. Those colors can't possibly be found in nature." She glared and moved a hand toward the cookies. I raised my hands in apology, and to guard my face. "Sorry. Movie. Watching. Now."

I turned back to the movie and tried to shake off the weirdness. I couldn't stare at Mac. Staring at Mac was bad. Very bad. No more staring at Mac. Next time I stared at Mac, I'd taser myself myself. Did that even make sense? Ask Mac – NO! BAD!

Deep breaths. Dead bro's ex, dead bro's ex, dead bro's ex. Now stare at Diaz's jugs. Ok. Better. Oh, jiggling! And I swear that shirt was coming down. See. Good. It was ok now. Whatever "it" was.

It had just been a weird day in general. No big.

I thought.

AN: So to counter the drama of the last chapter, MaDi fluffiness. Yay! Next chapter a couple of your questions will be answered, and the rest will be answered the one after. Just stick with me, ok guys?

And sorry it's kinda short. I'm on a way tight schedule, so I didn't have a lot of time to write. But I wanted to give you guys a reward for reviewing so much, plus I wanted to get the chapter that had nothing to do with the cliffhanger out of the way, so I posted anyway. Though, I guess technically, it is the second-longest chapter I've written. And that's kinda sad. I'll work on writing longer chappies, I promise!

Oh, and guess what? I got the Lion King Broadway Soundtrack! Dorky, I know, but I love it so much. Hee. Ok, I'm done.

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