Len's POV.

I banged my head on the bottom of the steps as Rin hulled me down the stairs.

"Stop!" I yelled. I knew she was taking me to see Piko. I couldn't though. We would just get in even more of a fight.

She towed me into the living room and thank god, that damn Piko wasn't in there. I sighed in relief. Rin released me from her grasp, and I sat down at the table.

"Get me a drink, wench!" I was still in uber depressed mode.

"Len!" Her face got red, she was obviously angry. "You're not even old enough!"

"I don't care, just get me the fucking drink!" I was depressed on a whole new level. I wanted to throw a party, get wasted, and all without Piko. I would have the most fun ever. And completely on my own.

"Len!" Rin was completely surprised by how I was acting.

"I want to throw a party." I told her. "I want to have the radest music, the coolest people, and the most illegal alcohol we can get our hands on." I got up and looked in her eyes, face level with hers. "I want to party."

Rin obliged to his request, seeing as there was no way to reason with Len. He was going to throw this party, if the Vocaloids or Master approved or not. He set up flashing strobe lights, rainbow disco balls, and even old Christmas lights he had found. He even kept his promise of inviting the coolest people and havingthe most illegal drugs and alcohol. All without Piko, of course.

Len had invited ALL the Vocaloids and even let some random, but awesome looking, people in through the gate. You could hear the music coming from the manor all the way down the block, the flashing lights illuminating the night. Len had even set up smoke machines, giving the dance floor and even better look. Len himself had already had a few shots and some other beverages, (He honestly had no clue what they had been, they had been handed to him. As long as it was alcohol, he didn't care.) He had found some girls to dance with, well, if you can even consider it dancing. Actually, were those even girls? His vision was swimming so badly he couldn't even tell. But whatever, at least it wasn't Piko. Who needs Piko, Anyway? He can get and have whoever he wants. He's Len Kagamine, for Christ's sake! He's a Vocaloid! Anyone and everyone would die just to have the chance to say hello to him. He wouldn't need Piko. Not now, not ever.

Piko's POV

Kaito had yelled at me for 2 hours straight for me to go and buy him vanilla ice cream, and I finally gave in. I don't understand why he couldn't get the ice cream himself, but whatever. As a way of having a bit of pay back, I wandered around town for a while, doing nothing in particular, taking my time so he would have to wait longer. The sun had begun to set, the sky turning to an orange glow, and I started to walk home. It was dark by the time I was a block away from the manor, and I could hear music blasting from the house. What? This confused me. I ran the rest of the way, and stopped in front of the gate. I saw tons of flashing lights through the windows, smoke seeping out from under the door. There was a party going on. A party in my own home, and I wasn't invited. Seriously?

I went to through the gate and opened the double doors. Yes, that confirms it. There's obviously a party going on. I don't even know half the people here and I doubt Len does either. There was tons of people. Either drinking, dancing, making out on the couch, or passed out from the alcohol. I edged my way through the crowed, looking for Len. I found him in the middle of the dance floor, obviously drunk. There were people at his sides, boys and girls, fighting over who got to dirty dance next.

"Len." I poked his shoulder.

Len was shouting the lyrics of the song currently playing. He turned to me. "Hey, I just met you!"

"Len, you do know me. You're drunk." To the dismay of the people around us, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close.

"And this is crazy!" He sang. "But here's my number! So call me, maybe!"

"I already have your number, Len."

"Really now?" He slurred. "But… I just met you." He then yelled at me, "ARE YOU A STALKER?"

"Yes." I might as well play along and have some fun with his drunken state. I mean, he probs won't even remember this in the morning. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I watch you while you sleep. I watch you all day…" He shivered under my touch. Then his eyes grew wide in shock.

"DOES THAT MEAN YOU'VE SEEN ME NAKED?" He stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Sure. Yeah." Oh, this is getting fun.

He gave me a cocky smile. "I bet I'm sexy."

"Oh, yes, soooo very sexy." I laughed.

Len's grip on me suddenly became tighter, his lips hovering above mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but also got a small hint of…. Was that banana? But honestly, I'm not that surprised. He slowly drew me into a kiss, not demanding, but not light either. He released his grip, and shoved me. I glared at him.

"What the Hell?"

"You're lying to me, Piko." He almost seemed mad now.

"You said you didn't know me. I wanted to play along." I scowled.

He paused, then looked me in the eyes. "You're right. I do have no clue who you are. You always stay so completely to yourself. I don't know who you are at all."

I was dumbfounded. He seemed so drunk a few seconds ago… was it all an act? But then… Does he really not know me at all?

"Len, what is up with you? I don't understand you!"

"I don't understand you, Piko! I tried to like you, to love you, and what do you do? You turn me away! Why? And now your back, acting like it never happened! Why? I want to hate you, I want to hate you so much and never look back, but—"

I smashed my lips against his, silencing him. God, his lips are so soft. Len gasped a little at my sudden touch, but slowly closed his eyes and moved his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning into him. He broke the kiss to my dismay and looked deep into my eyes.

"I can't. I could never hate you." He sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Len." I whispered. "I should have never ran away from you. I was…. I was scared. I didn't want to admit to myself that I like guys. I'm so sorry…"

"It's alright. I think we're cool now, right?" Len smiled a small smile.

"Yeah. We're cool." A slow song started to play, and I took Len's hand in mine. "Wanna dance?" He gave me a wide smile.

"I'd love to."

I had one hand on Len's waist, the other in his hand. We began swaying and twirling around the room, causing people to stare, but we didn't care. We were lost in our own world, in each other.