Hello! Guys, thanks so much! I loved the reviews I received, and I loved how so many of you favorite my story! I'm in an extremely good mood. Not only because of the wonderful support have you all given me, but the fact that ELI AND CLARE FINALLY DID IT! Also, the third season of Teen Wolf is going better than I expected. I'm just so happy, words cannot explain it. So I decided that in return for the love of Glory Days, I update sooner than expected. I will try to do this more frequently because you guys deserve it! Enjoy!

Note: This chapter and the next still take place during Winter Break. Basically, this chapter will be mainly in the girls' perspectives.

WINTER BREAK PART 2

She makes it look easy

In control completely

She'll get the best of you

Every single time

Never Underestimate a Girl

Vanessa Hudgens

WENDY

"Oh, Nathan's here. Got to go, Stan."

"Wait. He knows where you live?"

"Yeah. It's a small town."

"Wendy…"

"Stan, will you just relax? Geez. We are going to a fair. His friends are going to be there—"

"Are they all guys?"

"What?"

"Are his friends all guys. If so, I'm not too sure about this."

"Stan! First off, no, they are not all guys—not that it's any of your business. Also, I can take care of myself. And you're kind of being hypocritical, I mean, if it was your and your friends—who are all guys—you would have no problem with it."

"Exactly. Me and the people I've known my whole life."

"This conversation is over. Bye."

That was the last conversation I had with Stan before coming to the Winter Fair. I didn't bother to end the phone call with "I love you" as I usually did. I was way too mad. He was overreacting, not to mention being unfair. Nathan asks me to hang out, obviously as friends, but when Kirsten Aiden downright flirts with him and I voice my discomfort with it, he brushes it off. The nerve.

It wouldn't matter how angry either of us are right now, though. If I know Stan and me, I know we'll make up for our little dispute by tonight. But for right now, I won't think about it. Right now, I will enjoy myself, because this fair is actually fun.

"Bumper cars!" one of Nathan's friends, Georgia, exclaimed. The group began heading in the direction she pointed.

"C'mon Wendy!" Nathan waved me over.

With a smile on my face, I joined them.

Once we were all strapped in, the fun had begun. My hands gripped the steering wheel and I turned rapidly. I did my best to avoid getting hit (not to much avail), and I even managed drive into some of them. Taking my blue car backwards, I accidently bump into a red one.

"Whoa!" Benny, Nathan's best friend, crashed into the railing holding all of us in. "Oh, I'm gonna get you for that one, Testaburger!"

Before he could ram his car into me, Nathan knocked himself into him.

He flashed me a smile. "Consider yourself saved."

I returned the favor. Dramatically, I swooned. "Oh, my hero!"

The moment didn't last long when Benny slammed Nathan back. We all laughed.

Once the bumper cars were done, we split up.

Benny, Georgia, Nathan and I made our way to the hot chocolate stand. It was crazy cold out here!

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Benny and Georgia holding hands. So they're a couple?

I felt a small pang of heartache. It wasn't that I wanted to have Stan by side in all this fun, but at least someone I'm close to. Don't get me wrong, Nathan's a really cool guy, and his friends a great, too. But I still felt like an outsider. It wouldn't hurt to have Bebe or Nichole here. Just someone I very familiar with.

After downing our warm beverages, Benny and Georgia went off, leaving Nathan and I alone.

"Ah, those two. I swear, I feel like a total third wheel around them most of the time, you know?" he told me.

I sighed. "I guess that's how a couple of my friends feel. When me and Stan hang around them. I guess they feel out of place."

"Yeah. It's not a fun feeling."

I didn't want this down feeling around. I tried to lighten up the mood. "Hey, at least you have me, right?"

He looked at me and grinned, showing his pearlie whites. "True. Thanks for coming."

"No problem. Thanks for inviting me."

"Ha. Yeah, I know Stan wasn't a big fan of the idea. It was written all over his face."

"Let's not talk about him."

"Oh, sorry. Didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"It's fine." I shivered as a chilly gust of winds hit us. "Gosh…" I mumbled.

"You're cold, I see." He looked behind me, a glint of an idea was seen in his eyes. "How about we give you something to warm you up?"

Before I knew it, he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me over. I saw that we were headed towards a ring toss.

Nathan slammed a dollar down on the counter and was given three rings. The rules were the same as they always have been. Throw a ring, have it land around the top of a bottle, get rewarded with a prize.

"Wish me luck." Nathan winked at me. I felt a blush coming on, though that could be from the cold.

The first toss was a miss, as the second, and the third.

"Better luck next time, buddy." The attendant told him.

"Thanks anyway, Nathan." I was about to turn away from the game, but he grabbed me hand.

"No way." Another dollar hit the counter.

The attendant raised his eyebrows and handed Nathan the rings. Nathan had a determined look in his eyes. With focused he managed to land the first toss…second toss…and third toss!

The attendant smiled and patted him on the back. "There you go, son! What'll it be?"

Nathan looked at me, then at the prizes. His eyes lit up. "That one!"

The attendant gave it to Nathan, and Nathan gave it to me. A huge, furry, stuffed German shepherd. It was so adorable! It had the cutest big brown eyes, regardless of them being plastic.

"For you, malady."

I was about to correct him on the nickname, but the rest of the gang caught up with us, telling us about this insane man breathing fire. Pretty soon, that's what we were moving to go see.

When the day was done, I was so tired. I fell onto my bed, so ready to sleep despite the fact that it was only five in the afternoon. Thanks to it being winter, the sky was darkening early. That definitely set the mood for some rest.

I knew if I fell asleep I would miss dinner. No matter, because on the way back from the fair, we stopped for pizzas. Mom would wrap up my supper for me to eat tomorrow. Also, Stan might call. Most likely to apologize for earlier, or at least see how my day went. Thing is though, I still didn't want to talk to him. I was too tired and, to be honest, still upset with him.

With all that being thought over, I threw off my coat and shoes, shrugged under the covers, and closed my eyes. My arms were wrapped around the stuffed dog I received from Nathan.

His name was now Beast. Nathan and I debated it during the ride back.

"Beast?"

"Yeah. You know, because he's like a furry beast."

I laughed. "An adorable furry beast."

Benny looked at us with concern. "Are you guys actually talking about what to name a toy?"

Nathan gasped and placed his hands firmly on Beast's ears. "You didn't just hear that, buddy. He's just jealous."

This caused the gang to crack up.

I giggled at the memory.

Before I drifted off, I thought back to when Nathan gave me the cute prize. He meant what he said in a playful way, right? Of course he did, because Nathan wouldn't have romantic interests in me.

We're just friends. We are.

NICHOLE

"How about this?" I held up a floral top to my chest.

The girls looked it over.

"Hmm, maybe something darker." Bebe suggested.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I set it back on the rack.

Red, Bebe, Liz, and I decided to make plans and go to the mall. It was the perfect time, seeing that we all had some spare time. Liz had become closer to us, mainly during lunch where she and Butters would sit with us. As for Red, she was basically reuniting with Bebe and I. We wouldn't brought Wendy along, but she already had plans.

"So, Bebe, where'd you go last Friday? At the party? I didn't see you anywhere." I asked.

"Oh, uh, my mom needed me. She's so stupid, I mean, she needed help deciding what to feed our fish. Tuna or salmon."

"Oh my goodness, again?" questioned Red.

"Wow, just…wow." Liz was surprised by this. She didn't know Mrs. Stevens like we did.

"Change of subject." Bebe declared. "Nichole, how are things between you and Kyle, hm?"

Red perked up. "Oh yes, do tell."

Sighing I told them, "Guys, come on. Kyle and I are really good friends. That's it, that's all."

"But you want to be more."

I was going to shoot down Red's accusation, but I had to be honest with myself. Did I want to be more than friends with Kyle. It's been months since the confrontation with Token, and things are still awkward between us. And even if I did want to date Kyle, did he want to date me? And what would my dad say?

"Okay, okay, let's lay off the Kyle topic with Nichole." Liz came to my rescue, thank goodness.

"Oh, really? How about the "Leo" topic?" challenged Bebe.

Liz blushed. "What are you talking about. Leo's just nice, that's all."

I couldn't help but say, "Honestly Liz, it's pretty easy to tell you're into him. And he's Butters, it shouldn't be too hard to tell him how you feel."

Red nodded. "Yes, that's true. Butters is, like, one of the easiest people to talk to."

"How about we not talk about boys at all? This is a girls' outing after all."

"Liz is right. Let's drop it." I picked up a darker version of the top I had before. "So this one then?"

CALLIE

Most of the kids are really enjoying their break. Skiing, family vacations, snowball fights scheduled before dark. I've always been envious of those kids. They were normal. Well, as normal as they could be in this town. It's more than I can say for me. I don't try to be jumpy and paranoid all the time. But I am. It's just how I was born.

But my dad doesn't see it that way. He thinks I do it on purpose, to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. That's why he incarcerated me to my room. He doesn't want to have his crazy daughter disturbing the big meeting taking place downstairs.

Marnie, my step-mom, has come up here constantly, trying to offer some company. I'd rather be left alone.

Oh, if only I could talk like I think. My thoughts don't stutter. They don't fear that the world is after them, at least not now. Or is it? I mean, you can't trust people nowadays, can you? No, of course not! God, that "meeting" is probably just a bunch of people threatening to kill me off—

I reached for my mug of coffee and took a sip. Ahh, much better. See what I mean? Normal kids don't have to worry about things like this going through their head.

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

It was one of our maids, Linda. "There's a young man asking for you, Callie."

My eyes widened. I began to remove myself from my sitting position on my bed, but Linda told me not to bother. She'd send him up so dad and his friends wouldn't be disturbed.

A few minutes, in came Tweek Tweak. His timing has never been more great.

"Hey." He greeted while closing the door behind him.

"Hi, Tweek." I patted a spot on my bed, beckoning him to sit.

He did. "So what's happening down there?"

"Ugh, just another one of my father's impotant meetings." I said with a pinch of disgust.

He nodded, and looked around my room. "Your house is huge. And your room suits you well."

The walls were red, many posters of bands and quotes littering them.

Despite my jittery condition, I had a punk persona.

"Ha, thanks. So what brings you by?"

"Well, everyone had plans. I wanted to make some with Craig, but he wouldn't even answer the phone." He sighed. "God, Callie, I don't know what's up with him. He won't even talk to me. Not really. And I'm his best friend. Or at least I'm suppose to be." Tweek's breathing began to go faster. "Uh oh."

I quickly handed him my mug and he took a few swallows.

He smiled and handed it back to me. "Thanks."

"No problem."

His expression became solemn again. "I'm just worried about him."

I patted him on the back. "And it's good that you are. You're a really good friend."

Again, he smiled and thanked me. A silence fell over us.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Want to listen to some CD's?"

He grinned at me. Another thing we had in common was music. It was a big part of our lives. Tweek once even told me he had just got a guitar from his uncle during one of his visits last month. Last week he came by demonstrate.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to tell Craig. Obvious reasons.

I popped in a CD from The Fray and lied on my bed next to Tweek. At some points we would sing along with the lyrics, and laugh when one of us messed up.

I'm glad he's here, that's for sure.

SAM

"I can't believe this movie still makes me laugh. Dumb and Dumber is awesome!"

Clyde nodded, his mouth full of popcorn.

His dad and Gretchen were out on a date, leaving the two of us alone to just kick back and watch movies.

The credits began to role and moved to put in another film.

"What's next?" I scanned the titles. "The Last Airbender?"

Clyde's eyes widened. "Don't you dare put that disgrace in!"

"Whoa, whoa, touchy. What's wrong with it?"

"Everything!"

"Then why do you have it?"

He answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Too make fun of it, duh!"

I laughed at his response.

"Laugh all you want, I just spared you from a life time of regret and anger."

"Whatever. Death at a Funeral?"

"Yes!"

I put the movie in and reclaimed my spot next to Clyde on the sofa.

"I really glad we're doing this y'know."

I gave him a questioning look.

He explained, "This is the most relaxed I've ever seen you. It's good."

I smiled up at him. "Yeah. It is, isn't it?"

I leaned in a little closer to him, enjoying the moment.

I've missed my best friend so much, he has no idea.

I reached my hand into the bowl of popcorn—only to find it empty.

"Dang it, Clyde!"

Well, there it is. Personally, I liked typing it, so I hope you like reading it. Bon voyage!