I don't hate children. I'm biologically programmed to love them, it's in my DNA. I want kids when I'm older, more than anything else, and I've done babysitting for family friends. My father's work mates have children, who I adore. I never thought I would come across any children I don't like, I just didn't think it was possible, but today seemed to be that day.

Mr and Mrs Marvin had two boys about ten years old and they were all staying at the hotel. The parents seemed nice enough, if oblivious to their son's nightmarish behaviour. And that was an understatement. They were terrors. Absolute terrors. So far, they had blasted hot dogs around the restaurant, smashed a lot of glassware, tripped Emma and myself by tying our legs to a table, tied Wipeout to a gold buggy and towed him around the lobby, and I'd heard they even pulled Bummer's shorts down. Luckily I wasn't around for that one. And to top it off, the parents didn't see them doing anything wrong.

Today, we had a shift in the morning, then an hour break at 12, and then we had to return for work until four o'clock. So, needless to say, we were spending our break time in the water. We had planned it so we spent the most amount of time in the water. To achieve a maximum amount of time in the water, we had decided to surf at the regular beach as it was a lot closer to the resort than the office was.

I hadn't seen Lo all morning; she was probably hiding to get out of work. It was actually pretty funny, but she knew where we'd be if she wanted to join us. Emma, Fin and I paddled out towards a wave, fairly slowly. The water cooled my hands as we went.

"Ugh, I'm so excited to be out of the DR right now, you have no idea," Emma sighed.

"I'm with you on that one," I told her.

"I hear ya," Fin said. Then she pointed at an incoming wave. "But we're out here now and the surf is up! Go for it," She told Emma.

We watched her ride the wave and were surprised that she made it through the whole thing without falling off. I was proud of her, she finally did it. When she reached the end, she pumped her fist in the air and yelled 'wahoo' before jumping of her board into the water.

"That was awesome," Fin told her while I nodded enthusiastically.

"I've decided that I have to live near the beach for the rest of my life," Emma sighed.

"Definitely," I said.

"I hear that," Fin said just as we heard a girlish giggle from close to the shore, followed by Reef's voice. He must still be working, giving surf lessons.

"Yeah, I've been surfing my whole life. Surfing's a source, it'll change your life," He said.

"Check out Mr smooth," Fin said, rolling her eyes.

"The biggest I've ever surfed?" Reef said, pretending to think about it for a moment. "North Shore, Hauhu. No! Bell's beach, Australia, epic waves, triple overhead at least." The girl was pretty, with blonde hair that was a shade from glossy and a small frame. She looked at Reef with adoring eyes and an awe-filled gaze.

"Triple overhead? As if!" Fin said angrily. "Guaranteed he's never surfed over ten feet." Emma laughed and I snorted.

"Extreme athletes sometimes pay an extreme price," his voice took on a different tone. "But I'd rather die surfing than never take any risks." He moved close to the girl, grabbing her hands in both of his own. "Let me take you to the edge with me." Wait a minute. That sounded so…

"Familiar," I finished out loud.

"What?" Emma laughed.

"What he's saying sounds so familiar," I explained.

She gasped, "Your right!"

"I can't believe he just said that. He's so cheesy, we need crackers just to listen to him," Fin complained.

"But why does everything he say sound familiar?" Emma said.

Suddenly, Ty's little brother, George and his friend swam past on their surfboards, "Because he's using lines straight out of that old surf movie, Breakpoint. What a doofus," He told.

I gasped as I realised he was right!

"Oh. My. God," I said. "That is so lame!" I chortled. "You're right, he is a doofus," I told George.

Emma gasped then, "That's right. Isn't that the one about the federal agent who learns to surf?"

"Okay, he can't get away with using movie lines to hit on girls," Fin said. "That's, like, beyond wrong."

"Then the police recruited me to help nab this band of bank-robbing surfers," Reef said.

"Okay, that's it," Fin said, starting to paddle away as I snorted out a laugh again. He couldn't be serious! "He is so going down!" Emma and I sat there as Fin paddled back to shore. Ty paddled past us then, heading for a wave.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey Ty," Emma said smoothly, watching his butt. She moved as he swam away and ended up falling in the water. I laughed again.

"You alright?" I giggled.

"Fine," she said, still looking at Ty.

"Come on," I said, following in Fin's direction. "Our break is over."

I wasn't looking forward to work, at all, if those two monsters were there.

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We sat on the beach at the office as the top of the sun sank below the horizon. Fin had confronted Reef about his horrible use of cheesy lines from surf movies. I sat next to Lo as they fought.

"So I used lines from Breakpoint, big deal, I can't help it if Blair's never seen any quality police surfing flicks," He said as a defence. A very poor defence.

"See? That's why they should have hired a girl surf instructor," Fin said angrily.

"Oh right, and you wouldn't hit on cute guy students?" Johnny asked disbelievingly.

"Well, maybe I would but I wouldn't be all bad actor about it," She defended herself.

"I think the line that really got her was;" He pulled Fin close to him and put an arm on her shoulders. "Let me take you to the edge with me."

"Ugh," Fin said, sticking out her tongue and removing Reef's hand.

"You used that line? That's weak bro," Broseph said.

"Let me, take you, to the…" Johnny had a pencil and paper, and was writing down what Reef had said. When he realised we were watching him, he quickly covered up what he was doing, "Uh, definitely unacceptable."

"It's like trying to pass of a knock off bag as a designer. I hate it when people do that," Lo muttered under her breath.

"I didn't hear any complaints from the customer," you could hear the smug smile in his voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, are we still down with movie night in town tomorrow?" Broseph asked. "I hear Kahuna shows all surfing flicks all the time."

"Really? That's awesome," Emma said.

"He has everyone ever made."

"Let's totally go," Emma said.

"Sweet. I'll see if Blair's in," Reef got up and walked away.

"Does the Kahuna take requests?" Fin asked. What was she up to?

"No doubt," Broseph said.

"In that case, I'll definitely be there," she rubbed her hands together and got a gleam in her eyes. Okay, I was a little worried.

We made our way back to the dorm, chatting about which movie Kahuna would play. Fin was suspiciously quiet but I let it go. Apart from the maniacal gleam in her eye, she was acting fairly normal. Time whizzed by and before I knew it, I was too tired to keep my eyes open.

It was well after 11 by the time we finally went to sleep.

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Those horrible boys were back the next morning with their parents. I wanted to bar their entrance to the DR but suspected Bummer wouldn't take it too kindly that I kicked a family out. But I wanted to.

Lunch break went from 10 to 11 today, so we grabbed something to eat, then went to find Fin. She wasn't hard to find; all we had to look for was the cart with cleaning supplies and a closed door with shouts off "What? That was pathetic!" and "That didn't deserve a 9!" in her loud voice. We knocked on the door and she let us in. collapsing on the bed, I looked at what she was watching; a surf competition, of course. Emma and Fin joined me on the bed and Lo was rummaging through the closet.

"Ohh, he got shut down," Fin said as a wave smashed down on the surfer. "So, guess what movie the Kahuna is screening tonight?" She asked us. "Breakpoint."

"You actually asked him to show it?" Lo asked, holding up a blue dress with an inwardly rounded V-neckline and thin straps.

"More like bribed," she laughed. "I promised I'd wash his bus tomorrow." My eyebrows raised and I looked at her incredulously.

"Wow, you're kind of obsessed with this whole Reef-stealing-lines thing," She said.

"Cleaning a bus? Are you crazy?" I asked her.

"What do you care what he does?" Emma asked.

"It's for the good of woman kind," Fin elaborated. Yeah right.

"Whatever," Lo said, not buying Fins lame excuse. "You totally love him, you want to marry him and have, like, a hundred of his surfer babies." Okay, that was a gross thought.

"Are you serious? No!" She stomped over to Lo at the closet. "He's such a tool, he's like the whole tool shed!"

"Okay, there is such a thing as over-defending yourself. If you had left it at 'he's a tool' then I might have believed you. But you went a bit overboard," I told her, a somewhat evil smile on my face.

"Oh," Emma gasped. "You do like him! And you're jealous of that girl Blair."

"I'm so not," Fin demanded.

"You want to kiss him," Lo said. "Admit it."

"I'd rather kiss a dead fish," she said, outraged.

"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much," I mocked her, repeating back to her what she had said to me.

"Uh, you're cleaning a bus for him," Emma reminded.

"No, I'm doing this because girls shouldn't have to put up with cheesy-ness from guys, especially stolen cheesy-ness. It's time we said no to the cheese! No to the cheese guys!"

"Wow, that was almost convincing," Lo smirked.

"You're a terrible liar," I mocked.

"Yeah, you definitely like him," Emma sounded smug.

"No way!" She shouted. There was a pause.

"Okay, whoever this girl is, she has seriously good taste," she held up the blue dress again. Then she gasped, "I have a totally brilliant idea. We should borrow some to wear to the movies tonight. Let's try some on," she sighed.

"What? You can't do that," Emma told her.

"Why not? She'll never know," Fin said, holding up a seamless yellow dress with very thin straps and a non-revealing neckline. The colour would complement her hair.

"You can't be going along with this," I said to her. "They're not our dresses!"

"No way you guys, we can't," Emma said worriedly.

"But there might be cute guys there," Lo tried cajoling.

"What if she notices they're gone?" I asked.

"She has like twenty-eight dresses," Lo said in amazement.

"We'll have them back before she even notices," Fin said. The yellow dress was made to be fitted and currently Fin had her arms by her side and the dress over the top so she couldn't move. "Okay, guys I think I'm stuck." She tried wriggling out to no avail.

"Ohh, this one would look so pretty on you," Lo said to Emma, holding up a very tropical looking strapless pink dress with a belt tied in the middle that would accentuate her waist. Then Lo turned to me, "And this one would look amazing on you." She held up a classically simple low-hung dress of lilac embroided silk that would hug my body from my breasts to my hips before flowing loosely to just above my knees. It was so pretty, and I was a sucker for a pretty dress. I sighed as I realised I wanted to wear it.

"Oh, don't tempt me," Emma sighed. I swallowed hard and turned away from the dress. "We've got to get back to work," She said, walking for the door.

"Yeah, that's just mean. Don't tease me with that beautiful, perfectly gorgeous dress," I sighed.

"Guys, I'm serious, okay, I'm stuck in here," Fin said, grabbing our attention. I looked at her then burst out laughing.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"Shhh," I said.

"Someone's at the door," Emma said.

"Somebody get this off me," Fin said, trying to be quiet. We pulled the dress over the top of Fin's head before running to the closet to hide. We piled in, closing the door most of the way. It was dark in here with only a little light coming through the opening. Emma's shoulder jabbed into my back and Lo's hair was in my face. I tried to blow it out of my way and only succeeded in having it tickle my face.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I heard Fin's voice through the door.

"What's going on? I heard a ruckus," the voice sounded like Rosie, the other house keeper.

"A ruckus?" Fin asked innocently. Maybe she could be an actor after all. "I don't know anything about a ruckus."

We giggled a little, it was just too funny.

"Is someone else in here?" Rosie asked.

"In here? No, that's just the TV, the guest must have left it on." I supressed another laugh.

"Surfer," Rosie grumbled, as if that explained Fin's weird behaviour. I heard her footfalls as she walked away and the squeak of the door as Fin closed it. We pulled the door open and pushed out, laughing.

"Okay, now we really have to go," She walked to the door. When Lo made no move to go either I said to Emma.

"I'll be down in a second." She nodded at me.

"You sure about the dress?" Fin asked.

"Yes. You guys are so bad," she walked out.

I turned to Lo, "You are also required to be downstairs for your shift. It's a part of your job, you know, actually showing up is step one."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she said, holding the green dress against her.

I barely managed to repress rolling my eyes, "Come on," I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

"Wait, wait. Fin, you're in charge of getting the dresses."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, put them in a garbage bag and pretend their rubbish," Lo shrugged her shoulders.

"You know, that's actually a good idea," Fin said. Suddenly, Lo's phone went off.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Lo, I need that dress for tonight," Emma's voice filtered through Lo's phone to my ears. What made her change her mind?

"Okay," Lo said and hung up before turning to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Come on, we're all taking, I mean borrowing, a dress. You have to now as well," She said.

"That's peer pressure, you know. What are you going to say next 'everybody's doing it'?" I mocked.

"No. but we're still taking the dress for you. We will force it on you," Lo said.

I laughed, "Fine, but you should know I'm not a very good liar. If we get caught and then questioned, I'll probably blurt out the truth without even realising," I warned.

"Which is why we won't get caught," Fin said.

This time I did roll my eyes, "Whatever. Come on Lo, we're going to be late and I don't want to deal with Kelly being a dragon."

We walked down to the restaurant, Lo grumbling the whole way about how she 'couldn't believe she worked in a pirate's ship'. I just shook my head at her.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't watching the clock. The dress was just so pretty and I couldn't wait to try it on. The afternoon shift went by quickly and I hardly remember any of it. When we were finally relieved of our duties, we hurried to the dorm, Fin carrying the garbage bag. Emma rummaged around in it before taking out the dress and rushing upstairs. She was sure in a hurry, which made me think I wasn't the only one who had spent the last couple hours wanting to try a dress on. We walked up the stairs more slowly and when we got there, Johnny and Broseph were outside our closed door. Johnny looked ecstatically happy. They walked down to their room before I could ask them what they were doing. We went inside to start getting ready.

Lo appointed herself 'hairdresser for the night' and we were 'expected' to at least run a hair style by her. At the very least. Before I changed I stood in front of the mirror, debating how I would do my hair. Lo came over and grabbed a bunch of it, twisting and styling it.

"Hmm. You should curl it, then put half of it up and leave the rest out," She mused.

"My hair is already curly," I reminded her.

"I know, but I mean more defined curls. Ringlets."

"Right," I said.

"I'll heat up my curlers in the bathroom. Hurry up and get changed and do you make up, then I'll do your hair." She informed me.

"Thanks," I smiled at her in the mirror. She smiled, and then walked to her bed, getting changed. I took the purple dress from the bag and fingered the material. I felt bad for taking this dress without asking, but it was very pretty.

I rummaged in my locker shelf for a strapless bra and quickly got changed. I moved back to the mirror. The dress hung low on my breasts and it was clingy, highlighting my petite-but- curvaceous frame. The top half had silver silk threads woven into it in a swirling pattern that was very feminine. From the bottom of my hips flowed a lilac river of silk, rippling when I moved. It was absolutely perfect. I applied a thin layer of silver eyeliner and mascara, before adding a natural-coloured lip gloss. I moved to the bathroom and saw Lo waiting for me. It didn't take long for Lo to style my hair to look pretty, but not too done-up; after all, we were only going to the movies.

When we were finished, we walked back to the hotel to catch the god-awful whale bus into town. Talk about arriving in style, I thought sarcastically.

Emma looked very girly in her pink dress and light pink eye shadow and gloss. Fin had gone more laid-back and added half-length black legging under her dress, with no makeup. And Lo was done up perfectly, a stylish mix of urban-chic and elegance. We boarded the bus for the journey into town. I wasn't surprised to see Reef, Blair, Broseph and Johnny already on board, but I was surprised to see Ty sitting next to the girl from the other morning. I don't know how I felt about that, even though I encouraged him to talk to her.

This time, with people to chat to, the bus ride went quicker and in no time we were getting off the whale bus and waiting in line at the cinema. Emma was ahead of me in line, with Lo behind me and Fin behind her. Reef and Blair were behind her and Ty and the girl were at the back.

"Pay with whatever you've got, compadres," Kahuna said, sitting in the ticket booth.

I searched around for the pen in my purse that I had put there earlier. Then Mrs Marvin and her two horrors got in line as well. A collective groan went through the line. Just, great. Just. Great. I can't escape them.

As the line progressed, Fin walked up and said, "Hey guys, did you see what's playing?"

"Oh, yeah," Kahuna cleared his throat. I turned to see Reef's reaction. "Tonight's movie is the totally radical '90's surf action flick, Breakpoint."

His reaction was priceless. His eyes widened and he went still. "Hey, Blair, I just had an idea. we can't really talk at a movie, so why don't we go get some ice cream or something," he tried to get her to walk away. I chortled. He was a goner.

"Oh no, you can't walk away from Breakpoint," Fin asked with mock seriousness. "It's like a surf crime. You are really going to love it." I turned back to Kahuna and passed him the pen.

"It changes colour when you write, you'll never know what colour you'll get," I told him.

"Totally sick. Just what I wanted," he said, taking it. I walked over to stand next to Lo and Emma as we waited for Fin. The next thing we knew, we were being shepherded away from the others.

"You guys, the guest we borrowed our dresses from is Blair. Reef's Blair," she hissed at us.

"Oh no," I muttered. "This is not good. She can't see us otherwise she'll totally know."

"I knew this was a bad idea," Emma said worriedly.

Ty and his…date walked past us and we stopped talking so they wouldn't overhear.

"Cute dress. Very tropical," He said to Emma before winking conspiringly to me. So, he had paid attention to what I had said about compliments. Good for him, that was valuable information.

"This is such a good idea," Emma squealed.

"We can't go in there; the owner of our dresses is in there," Lo said.

"Oh, no, I want to see Reef's face when he gets busted," Fin said enthusiastically.

"And Ty likes my dress, come on" Emma sighed happily.

"What's the worst they can do? Fire you?" Fin asked.

"Good point. Let's go," Lo said.

"What?" I demanded. "No way. We'll get busted!"

"Come on," Fin said, grabbing my arm and dragging me in. This was probably going to end badly.

The theatre was practically empty, which was surprising to me. I would have thought a popular town like this would have more people with time to kill. Obviously not. I sat in the second row, in between Lo and Fin and behind Reef and Blair. Emma had wanted to sit closer to where Ty and his date were so she could spy. Not surprising.

The movie started, the lights low, and the screen flickered to life. I settled back in my chair. I really like this movie. We weren't far into it when I saw Ty get up, followed closely behind by Emma. I rolled my eyes and supressed laughter. The laughter died a couple of minutes later when Blair stirred in her seat and told Reef she was going to the bathroom, which happened to be in the lobby. Where Emma was. Oh shit. Lo and I looked at each other before standing up and running out, before Blair had fully stood up.

We burst through the door and saw Emma standing at the candy bar, holding a giant cup of popcorn and a drink, talking to Ty. I really hated to interrupt, but it had to be done. We rushed to her and pushed her towards the other end of the lobby.

"What did you do that for?" Emma asked us.

"So our butts wouldn't be fired for stealing from a guest," Lo said. I gestured over her shoulder and she turned to see Blair walk into the ladies room. Then Lo got a look at what Emma was holding.

"Wow, you can really put it back," She said.

I laughed and realised I was dying for a drink. I walked past Ty to get a drink and said to Emma and Lo that I'd see them back in there. They walked back in as Kahuna asked what I'd like.

"What's the grape juice like?" I asked him.

"Well, it tastes like grapes," Kahuna said. I nearly laughed.

"Sour grapes," Ty informed me from behind. "Trust me, you won't like it." He stood beside me then, "You'd probably like the banana smoothie, though."

I smiled, "Thanks. One banana smoothie please."

"Coming right up," Kahuna said. The air filled with a familiar song and I realised it was coming from my handbag.

"Oh, one sec, it's probably just my dad," I said, sifting through the contents of my bag to find my cell phone. I didn't recognise the number and I frowned. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Greg from the Churchill pound. I don't know if you remember, but a couple months ago you brought a black kitten in," voice on the other end of the line said.

"Yeah, I remember," I said slowly. Ty looked at me in confusion.

"Well, you asked me to call you to let you know what happens to the kitten."

"Yeah…" I said slowly.

"Well, I'm afraid the kitten is going to have to be euthanized."

"What?" I demanded angrily. They couldn't! They just couldn't! That kitten had been so adorable and well-tempered and they were going to kill it? "You can't do that!"

"Again, I'm afraid, we have no choice. No one's been in to collect him in the five months he's been here, so that makes him a stray. We don't have the capacity to keep the kitten here. I'm sorry."

"No, you can't," I said. "You mean no one has come to get him? At all?"

"No one, miss I'm just following standard procedure."

"Standard procedure!" there was a standard procedure to killing an innocent animal? "When? When is this going to happen?" I demanded again.

"Noon, tomorrow," Greg said.

"No. it's not going to happen," I said angrily.

"I'm afraid –"

I cut him off. "I mean it's not going to happen because I'm going to adopt him."

On the other end of the line Greg let out a huge relieved sigh, "Thank goodness. I was hoping you would say that. I'll make sure they don't go ahead, just be here tomorrow before noon."

It was my turn to sigh, "I'll be there."

"Thanks a lot miss," The call ended.

I sighed again. What was I thinking? I couldn't take this kitten. Then I frowned, but I couldn't let it die either. I remembered how I found; sitting in our back yard in the sun. I had walked over to it cautiously so I didn't scare it. But it had looked at me with knowing eyes and walked towards me before wrapping itself around my legs and purring so loud I could feel the vibrations up my leg. I took it inside and gave it a drink of milk, which it lapped up enthusiastically before taking it to the pound. Surely this adorable creature belonged to someone; surely there was someone out there grieving over losing him? As I left the pound, the cat had looked at me with sad, pleading eyes and I had wanted to run back over and tell Greg he was my cat and that there had been some sort of mix-up. But I hadn't. And now they wanted to kill him? An innocent little kitten, who just needed a home? No, I wouldn't let them. There was no way I would let them. Somehow tomorrow I would get back to Churchill and get that kitten. I sighed; it was just going to be hard.

Ty cleared his throat and then asked, "Uh, what was that about?"

"Um, well, it's kind of a long story. But there's this kitten I found a couple months ago and I took him to the pound. But now they have to euthanize him because no one has claimed him. So, somehow, tomorrow I'm going to somehow get back to Churchill and stop them. Then I'm going to take him with me," I said in a rush.

He raised an eyebrow, "Can't say I was expecting that."

"Yeah, well. Dad is in Russia, so there's no one at home; no one to look after the kitten, so he's going to have to come back here. I don't even know if I'm allowed a pet in the staff house. I'll have to check to see if anyone is allergic first, but I can't let the kitten die," I muttered the last bits to myself.

"And how are you going to get to Churchill?" he asked me as Kahuna handed me the smoothie.

"Thanks," I smiled at him before turning back to Ty and shrugging. "I don't know; Bus, train, I guess. Oh, and I'll have to talk to Kelly, see if I can get tomorrow morning off."

"You shouldn't go by yourself," he frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Uh, I came here by myself," I reminded him. But he ignored it and shook his head.

"You don't know what kind of people are out there. You can't go by yourself." I frowned, getting angry. Who was he to dictate what I could and couldn't do? Even if it was to protect me.

"Uh, yes I can," I said stubbornly.

"No, you can't," he said just as stubbornly.

"And who is going to stop me? It's my life," I said incredulously.

"I will, if I have to."

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not going to let that kitten die!" anger rose up in my chest. How dare he!

"I'm not asking you to, I'm just saying you can't go by yourself."

"Everyone has to work; I can't get them to take time off, okay? I'm going by myself. You have no say in the matter," I clenched my jaw, staring him down.

He laughed and shook his head, "You are so stubborn." He smiled. "Alright, I'll go with you."

"What?" confusion coloured my voice.

"We'll take my car and go down there tomorrow morning," he said simply, smiling to himself like he'd just solved world hunger.

I just stared at him and I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. "Let me get this straight," I said slowly. "You want to drive me to Churchill, which is an hour and a half away, to help me save a kitten, only to drive another hour and a half to get back?"

"Yep," he said.

I gaped at him.

"What time do you want to leave?" he asked. He was serious.

"Eight o'clock?" I asked.

He nodded, "Okay. I'll meet you in the car park at eight o'clock."

"Your serious?" I asked him.

He nodded, then grinned, "It won't kill me," he mocked. Wait, wasn't that something I said to him, not that long ago?

"Wait, what about your date? Will you be going out tomorrow?" I asked. I still didn't know how to feel.

"No, not tomorrow morning. We should be back in plenty of time though," his smile was reassuring.

"Okay. Thanks Ty," I said. I held his gaze to make sure he knew I meant it.

"No problem," he grinned back at me. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded and then returned to the cinema. I had lots to do before tomorrow morning. I had to see Kelly about my shift change; knowing Kelly, she was going to make it hard for me, for sure. Then I had to check that no one in the dorm was allergic to cats. I don't know what I'll do if someone is. This was harder than it should be. And I had to let dad know I was adopting a kitten. I wonder how he'll take it. Then I'd also have to buy cat litter and cat food and bowls for water and biscuits. And I should probably get a microchip implanted so I can't lose him. Not that I plan to; it was just a precaution.

The movie passed in a blur; I didn't really pay attention; I was too busy thinking. Distantly I was aware of Johnny and Broseph talking, and Reef and Fin talking, and I think I saw Emma get up again, but I didn't pay much attention to them either. It's not that I didn't care; it was just how I am. I have to have everything planned meticulously otherwise I feel suffocated. Organisation is the key. I won't be able to pay much focus on anything else until I have everything sorted.

However, a loud "NOOO!" brought me back to the present. What in the world? I looked over and saw Emma covering her mouth in her hands, an empty cup nearby. Then I saw coke spilt on Emma, and Ty's date. Oh no, what has she gotten herself into? They got up and left, and I followed.

They were by the candy bar again, and Emma was apologising. Ty was trying to mop up the mess on her blouse. I tried not to pay attention to how close his hands were to her breasts.

"Can I do anything to help?" Emma asked.

"Thanks, I've got it," Ty said. He looked a little guilty. I grabbed some serviettes and went into the bathroom to wet them.

"Here," I passed some sopping wet paper towels to Ty. Then I passed some to Emma, "Clean yourself up," I said, giggling a little. She took them and thanked me.

Then Reef and Blair came out of the cinema as well.

"Blair, this is all just a misunderstanding," Reef said.

"Oh yeah? Well that's what I think of your cheesy lines," Blair said, dumping her box of cheesy nachos onto Reef's head. I laughed, I couldn't help it, and it drew Blair's attention to us.

"Oh, nice, I'm starting to like this girl," Fin said.

"And if those dresses are mine, the four of you are so fired!" Blair said. "You can have your boyfriend back now."

"What?" Fin demanded

"She is not my girlfriend!" Reef shouted. It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so dire.

"We have to get these dresses back into Blair's closet before she gets back," Emma said.

We were in so much shit.


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