Welcome back people! *pauses* Why am I acting so cheerful all a sudden?

Fangirl: Because you saw Rasco! And you ~love him!~

I do NOT! I HATE Rasco! He is my ENEMY!

Brainy: Well there is the inner conflict you two are having with your feelings, and there is a 76% of the villain/hero dynamic end up being together.

Do NOT put LOGIC with LOVE! I do NOT LOVE HIM! GO TO THE STUPID CHAPTER ALL READY!

Chapter 13: Auditions

Hans' POV

This is the day. Audition Day! I am going to wipe that smug cocky grin off Cartoongirl's face! I've been going over my lines for the past several weeks. She'll never surpass me! I was going to beat her! I was reading over my lines when Clemson came in. He laid down and rested his head on my lap.

"Oh Hans," he purred.

"Yes Clemy?" I asked, not paying any attention.

"Do you know what today is?"

"Thursday?"

"No. Don't tell me you forgot!" He exclaimed, sitting up.

I looked at him.

"Forget what? That we have school tomorrow? It is Thursday night."

"Y-you f-forgot…" he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes.

"Forget what Clemy?"

"Tonight's our date night! You forgot! You told me last week you were going to take me somewhere special! How could you Hans?"

Oh god… I forgot! How could I forget? Clemson forgetting is one thing, and I accepted him for that… but me to actually forget him! He took off running, crying.

"Clemson! Wait!" I shouted, standing up.

I groaned. How could I be so stupid? I ran after him and went to his bed room door, knocking on it.

"Clemy? Clemson open up please!"

"Go break someone else's heart Hans!"

"Clemson please! I forgot! I've just been busy with de script and homework and a bunch of other stuff that I forgot! Please Clemy! I swear I'll make this the best night ever! Puffin Promise!"

The door slightly open and Clemson's face gently poked out. His face red from crying.

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now didn't I promise you a fancy dinner date?"

He smiled and wiped his face. He slowly came out. Now to make this night the best I can for him.

Savio's POV

I was busy reading one of my comics when I heard Clemson crying. I looked up for a moment. He is so emotional half the time. There's no way that he didn't develop some extra hormones when he was in his mom's stomach. Clemson can be forgetful; I knew that much… and egotistic, perverted, sly, deceiving… I could go on forever. Hans was different. He was carefree, happy, a jokester, always off topic and when he's doing his revenge schemes… He's manipulative, cunning… it's almost spooky.

"Don't worry Clemy, tonight will be the best night ever!"

I rolled my eyes. Ocean was gone and our date night was set up for a while, actually we haven't gone out for a long time. I made a mental note to ask her out tomorrow. Do something romantic. Maybe a candle light dinner? A movie? Maybe go dancing? Something. I looked over to see Blowhole working on his new plan. He was chewing on a pencil, muttering about chemicals and math equations. His silver bangs dabbed over his good eye and he moved them out of his face so he could see.

"Let's see… carry the two, divide by the square root of 16 over pi…"

I looked around to see Skipper, Rico, Kowalski and Crystal in a game of poker, Private watching the Lunacorns and… Cartoongirl? Where is she? I haven't seen her since we got home from school.

"Hey, Blowhole,"

"Huh?" he asked, looking up.

"Do you know where Cartoongirl is?"

"Uh… I think she's in the MR… but I don't know. I think she said that she was going over to Red's?" He shrugged.

Great. Why do I suddenly care where she goes? I pushed it out of my mind and went back to my comic. Auditions are tomorrow. I wonder who will win this Audition bet. This is going to be an interesting experience.

Cartoongirl's POV

Friday morning. Great. Let's see… I got my Boxgirl cape, my script, and my signature evil laugh. I looked over at Creative and Evil. I was going to need them the most for this. Evil was busy sharpening a bone. I don't know how she got it, and I'm not asking. Creative was looking over my lines. I've always wondered what it would be like if I didn't have them. I figured it would be more fun. Not having Brainy, Motherly and Angel nagging me. To not hear Fangirl's obsessive love drama or Childish's annoying jib about something. Creative's ongoing love of the arts, Emo's regular mood-fest (Which I don't mind since she doesn't bug me like the others) or Evil's constant plot on trying to kill me.

"Hey!" They cried out, glaring at me.

"What?" I blinked.

"That's mean!" Childish yelled at me.

"What's mean?"

"Don't tell us you already forgot." Angel asked.

"Forgot what? What are you guys talking about?"

"Never mind," Brainy sighed.

What was I talking about again? I don't remember. I blinked. Wasn't I doing something? What was it? Creative handed me the script. I looked at it.

"The play," she told me.

"Play? What play?"

"The play of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! A classic story of a scientist turning into a horrible monster. A story of love, drama and horror!"

"Oh right…"

Man I have a bad memory. I blame the humans and Victor's constant experimentation on me. I may be insane (Which is probably from birth) but I'll admit when I forget something…if I remember it. I guess that's the main reason why I need Brainy. She holds all my memory.

"You better believe it." She replied.

"Hans, you're next," I heard the director called.

He walked past me.

"Break a leg," I smiled.

"Danke you!" He replied, looking at me.

"No literally, go break your leg."

He glared at me and walked out. I smirked and leaned against the frame of the backstage, watching him. I want him to crash and burn. I yawned and crossed my arms. Let's see how the Dane of Dense does after this.

"No one must know my horrid plan, that I sweet, kind, Dr. Jekyll is really the sinister, evil, Mr. Hyde!"

I scoffed. That was his best? Pfft, I could do way better.

"Oh this is going to be good," Evil grinned, rubbing her hands together.

"Thank you, next!" The director called.

I walked past him, a smirk on my face.

"Break a leg," he told me.

"Thanks."

"No literally, go break your leg,"

"Ha ha," I growled. I walked onstage, clearing my throat. I went over to the table of the fake chemicals and placed my hands. Time to get into my role. Creative and Evil took their places.

"No one must know my horrid plan, that I, sweet, kind Dr. Jekyll is really the sinister, evil, Mr. Hyde!" I took a hold of an imaginary cup of chemicals and drank it. I grabbed my throat, "Ack! I'm changing!" I went behind the table, Evil smirking as she made me jump on top of the table, cackling evilly.

Everyone around us was clinging to each other in fear. Perfect. Just what I wanted. Eat your heart out Hans. I jumped down and put my hands together putting them to the side and looking as innocent as I could.

"Was that okay?"

The director looked up from behind his chair.

"Th-that was amazing! You have a gift!"

I looked at over at Hans and stuck my tongue at him. He frowned and crossed his arms.

"That's it! I've made my decision! Cartoongirl is Mr. Hyde!"

"Ha! In yo face Ha-…wait," I stopped and looked at him, "Don't you mean Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"No, no, no, no, no my dear sweet girl, you have the evil of Mr. Hyde, but lack the sweetness and intelligence of Dr. Jekyll which is why Hans is going to be playing him!"

"What?!" we exclaimed together and looked at each other.

"That was a bust," Emo muttered.

"Fantastic," we moaned, crossing our arms and refusing to look at each other.

Evil: That sucks.

Motherly: I think it's lovely.

Lovely? Lovely!? The bet ended in a freaking draw! How is that "Lovely"?

Angel: You both are winners?

*stares at her* *screams*

Brainy: And that was not a good thing to say… *turns to readers* Review please.