AN: I know it took me a long time but I'm actually updating! I haven't given up on any of my stories yet! I had a really good idea for a parody of the named so I started writing that. But yeah…

Disclaimer: I don't own GoT so please don't sue! I do however own the randomness of the characters and Kyla.

That's right. It's…

Kyla

(AN: That looks like steps too! Yay! The second time!)

Something's tickling my nose. That's the first thing I notice on waking up, followed by a thumping headache. Dillon, when I get my hands on you, I swear I will castrate you with a broken bottle! Your life won't be worth living by the time I'm through with you. In a way, I wish I hadn't ever locked Dillon in that wardrobe. But it was so worth it to see the Mary sue get beaten up by Ashlynn. Oh yeah, that was totally worth a hangover.

I allow my eyes to flutter open, grimacing as the light shining through the closed curtains hits them, the miniscule amount there is there. I almost laugh out loud when I see what's tickling my nose – loo roll! How did that get there? I sit up, discovering that I'm covered in loo roll. Why?

I realise that I'm lying on the sofa. Arkarian or Ethan must've carried me here after I passed out at two O'clock. There's a note scrawled on a napkin on the coffee table by my head. I grab it, spying Ethan's handwriting.

Kyla,

We've gone to Tescos to buy supplies for the journey home. I've left some cheese in the fridge for you. Isabel's in her room sleeping off her sugar high and Norom's in hers sleeping off the side affects of the pickles. We've left Dillon in the house. He was still out cold when we left. There's some aspirin in the water I've left on the coffee table by the not. Oh and by the way, Isabel covered you in loo roll before Arkarian could settle her enough for her to stay in the room long enough for the door to be shut. Lorian and Lathenia still don't know about the drinking competition; we made sure they saw nothing when we left.

See you when we get back,

Ethan

So sweet. I make a mental not to think before I kick according to Ethan. I wonder how long it'll stay there. Probably not long knowing my habit of getting distracted easily. Oh well, I tried. I really ought to write down that I did try so that it looks like I do have a heart.

I chug down the water, feeling instantly better for it. It seems that Rochelle must've contributed too with her knowledge of chemicals in general. I must thank her too. Absent-mindedly, I make my way through the lounge but before I get to the kitchen to grab some cheese, I trip over something squishy and land on the floor with a thud.

Getting to my feet, I realise that the squishy thing that caused my fall is Dillon. I glare at him. It's almost as if he can feel my gaze on his back as he begins to stir. I back away slowly; I don't want him to wake up to find that I've been looking at him sleeping, even if it was only a glare 'cause I tripped over him 'cause he was in my way!

I back away a little too enthusiastically, causing another fall; this time over Dillon's outstretched leg. I curse rather loudly as this time I land on the squishy lump that is Dillon.

Two things happen at the exact same time: Dillon's eyes snap open and I jump up as if stung.

"What'sgoin'on?" Dillon blurts out, wincing as he sits up, most likely 'cause of the pounding in his head. You see, I tricked him into drinking more alcohol than I did and best of all, Rochelle got on tape for blackmail! Dillon had better watch out, oh yes, 'cause I have one up on him and I have PROOF!

For once in my life I'm speechless. Eventually, I manage to relay my version of events to him, starting with my waking up and ending with my falling on Dillon. "…So it's all your fault for being in the way twice! And just so you know, you stink of alcohol so you'd better have a shower before Lorian and your stalker get back 'cause they still don't know about our little – ahem – drinking competition."

"Not so loud!" Dillon hushes. "You smell too by the way."

"Why thank-you for those kind words, now shoo! Off you go! Get out of my nose-shot and into your en-suite, okay?"

Dillon sighs, grimacing as he stumbles to his feet. "Fine, but you should do the same."

"But in my en-suite, not yours." I correct him. Hung-over Dillon is always so serious but I just couldn't help but pick that up.

"That's what I meant." Dillon replies, leaving the room.

I pick up a few of the upturned cherryade bottles, lobbing them into the bin as I too leave the room. I shower remarkably quickly, and am already seated in the kitchen, devouring cheese by the time Dillon comes in to raid the cupboards for aspirin, being too blind to realise that it's on the counter right in front of him.

I take pity on him and yell him where it is. I even feel guilty enough to make sure he gets the right dose. However much he annoys me, I will be a lonerism if I don't have my ally in getting cheese to keep me company.

"SUCKER!"

"PICKLES!"

"You won't get any!"

"YES I WILL!"

"No you won't. We hid them!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Norom runs into the kitchen, followed by Isabel. "TELL HER OFF! SHE'S BEING MEAN! Hey! Where are Lorian and Lathenia?"

"Gone with the wind." I explain. "To Tescos with everyone else."

Dillon starts randomly choking on air. I pat him on the back until a voice behind me startles me into whacking him hard enough to make him slide off his chair.

It's Matt. "What's Tescos?"

"Matt!" I scold. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Neriah whacks him round the back of his head. "That's where we've just been, you moron! Honestly, if you weren't an immortal who's given me the power of immortality and also has a position of authority I can misuse, I can't see why I'd ever what to go out with a dork like you! You don't even know about the supermarket you use all the time!"

Matt looks more confused than usual. I can't just say he looks confused 'cause he always looks confused. "What's a supermarket?"

Ethan stops Neriah from replying to that by suggesting very loudly that we all collect our suitcases from upstairs so we can join the immortals in the minibus.

Go Ethan! I send when I'm sure Neriah is preoccupied with trying to get her suitcase shut. After Arkarian and Rochelle each give me really funny looks, I realise that Ethan isn't a truthseer. Well, he ought to be! I send by mistake, irritably, as I climb the stairs to drag down my already closed (I actually had some common sense for once!) suitcase.

It takes me several minutes to manage to lug the suitcase half way down. At that point, Dillon appears at the top of the stairs carrying his own suitcase as if it were a feather. He gives me a funny look. What is it with people and giving me funny looks today?

He sighs, grabbing my suitcase in his spare hand as he walks past.

"What are you sighing for? It's not my fault I don't have super-strength or the skill of animation! But thanks anyway." I say, following him to the minibus, where Ethan is busy animating all the suitcases into the back of the minibus.

As I clamber in the minibus next to Dillon in the places we all sat last time, I can't help but notice Emily giving Matt evils and Ashlynn looking at her exasperatedly. She smiles as she notices my gaze upon her. I laugh silently, miming a punch and mouthing 'Mary Sue'.

She mimes a laugh too, turning her attention to the packet of crisps in her lap. My eyes skim over the place where Nat sat. A small pang of grief strikes me. Nat may have been a prankster and also quite insane and annoying but she was still a good friend and a nice person. I know she meant well. And I don't think anyone, with the exception of Neriah, deserves a fate like that. There was just too much incredibly thick afro to part.

It's not until Dillon prods me in the belly button that I realise I had been just randomly staring at the floor.

"What was that for?" I snap at Dillon, who looks hurt.

He shrugs, tipping the top of a packet full of sweets to me. "I only asked if you wanted a sweet."

"Ooh! Thanks!" I reply, grabbing one and stuffing it in my mouth. I gaze out of the window around Dillon's head only to realise I don't recognise the scenery. "Where are we?" I ask loudly.

"We're going to drop Ashlynn, Emily, Rosy and Norom off in Angel falls on the way." Arkarian answers.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Norom moans. "That's not fair! I don't wanna go! You have good pickles!"

"I like totally had like so much fun! I totally like don't want to go home now. It's like a total waste!" Rosy states. Ashlynn drops her empty crisp packet from the shock of Rosy saying something logical and not about mascara.

Emily sniffs. "I wanna stay too! I had fun and I could plot against the gum too, which is what I usually spend all my time doing."

"You have a really sad case of a soldier there." Neriah whispers to Lathenia. I give the sue evils.

Ashlynn, however, is not bothered about leaving everyone. She says nothing until, after a lengthy pause, Emily elbows her.

"Oh all right! I've had fun too! But I still want to go back to killing people who aren't supposed to die at that point for the Order!" Ashlynn admits.

Emily elbows her again.

"What? I said I've been having fun, didn't I?" Emily elbows her again. "Oh fine, I guess staying a little longer won't hurt."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeee!" Emily begs the immortals.

"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCKKKKKLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" Norom begs.

"Yeah, what Emily's like totally saying." Rosy adds.

Ashlynn grunts in agreement.

Lorian sighs. "Fine. Go home. Spend a week or so sorting things out at home, then call us and come to stay again. Is that okay?"

"Yip!" Emily answers.

"Heck yeah! PICKLES!"

"Like totally ya!"

"M'kay."

The minibus draws to a halt, allowing the Order members, and guest Guardians to get out and catch the cases Ethan is animating to them.

"BYE!" We all call out of the window after them, waving like total loonies. "HAVE FUN! COME BACK SOON! BYE!"

It doesn't take many minutes of driving to bore me into dozing blissfully. After a random dream in which Dillon starts drowning in the carpet, cheese beats up Neriah, Ethan proclaims loudly that he's going to save Dillon as soon as he's rescued Matt from the idiot-eating flower pot in the garden, Rochelle is playing snap with the immortals and Isabel is chasing Arkarian's eyebrows on the ceiling while I roll on the sofa in total hysterics, I wake up.

I find that we have in fact just drawn up at the house. What great timing I have! Jumping up to gaze out of the window at it, I whack my head on the roof, catching sight of the house at last.

Just then, Lathenia screams.

Right there…

…on the path…

… is…

… some chocolate cake!

Wow. I never knew Lathenia was afraid of chocolate cake. It could be that she's afraid of food getting ruined but then she'd scream every time Marduke set a foot in the kitchen.

Dillon gasps. Oh no! Dillon can't have one those fears too, can he?

I notice something behind the splattered cake.

That something is Marduke.

AN: DUN DUN DUN! A cliff-hanger for you there. I must have feedback! I need to know what you think of this.

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