Author's Note: So, I personally found that last chapter was a dark comedic chapter. That's what I was going for, anyway. And I'm still working on a new design for Tikker; he's just really hard to perfect. So, guys, this chapter is gonna be a bit on the lighter side and it has more Dott than the previous chapters have had.

Chapter 26

Dawn was relieved when Scott, completely unscathed, came running out of the blue house and towards her direction. "Thank goodness you're alright!" she exclaimed once he reached her.

"Yeah," Scott still seemed nervous. "I think I just agreed to murder Justin."

Dawn wasn't surprised at this statement, which scared her. "So, Tikker expects you to be an accessory to murder?"

"Worst Day ever," Scott was about to continue the topic, but he noticed that Dawn was the only one, other than him, that was there. "Where's Lyra?"

"She, uh, left," Dawn stuttered, still flustered by the last conversation that she had with the foul-mouth woman. "She diagnosed you as dead and left me alone out here to wait. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world."

Scott wasn't surprised by that statement, which depressed him. "She can be such a bully sometimes."

Sometimes? Dawn's mouth fell open. SOMETIMES!? That woman made a LIVING from bullying other people. "Yeah, she can," Dawn decided not to make any retort as she knew Scott needed comfort more than a sassy attitude. "We should probably inform her that you AREN'T dead, shouldn't we?"

"I don't think she'd care either way," Scott sighed. "Though, she would be happy to hear that I gave the lanky demon the message she wanted delivered."

He was wrong; she DID care that he wasn't dead. She even threw a fight about it. "What the fucking hell!" she cried. "No! You aren't supposed to alive! Where the hell is the fun in you being alive? Huh!?" was what she had said when Scott and Dawn appeared at her house not too long after Scott was freed from Tikker's house of horrors. "I mean, COME ON, he didn't even give you a damn bruise? He's so damn lame!"

"Better reaction than I thought it was expecting," Scott shrugged while Dawn nodded her head in agreement.

"So, how'd it go?" Lyra asked, slowly getting over the fact that Scott was indeed still alive and well. "I mean, please tell me there's some good news to come after the tragedy that is you NOT being massacred."

Scott took in a deep breath. "I gave him the news," Scott gave Lyra two thumbs u

"I tell you that you did a good job," Lyra sang. "But you're still alive so why bother." She then slammed the door in their face. "The date is in three hours!" she yelled behind the door.

"I don't get it," Scott muttered, glaring at the now closed door.

"What?" Dawn responded.

"Lyra obviously hates Tikker, you know," Scott began to answer.

"I know," Dawn agreed.

"But, they really ARE a match made in whatever is more a more evil place than Hell," Scott continued. "They are practically soul mates."

And right after that, in the blink of an eye, the door opened and crashed into both of their faces and caused them to fall on their backs; Lyra stormed outside and harshly pressed her foot against Scott's face, grinding it into the cement under it. "If you don't take that load of bullshit you just spouted from the disease-filled mouth of yours within the next five seconds I will grind your deformed as hell face to the ugly-ass shit-nasty bone you call a skull."

"I take it back, I take it back!" Scott screamed; his voice muffled by Lyra's, which she hadn't taken off of his cheek yet. Dawn could only bring herself to watch in horror until Lyra finally released the poor farm-boy.

"Get the fuck away from my home," Lyra walked back inside her house and both Scott and Dawn ran off as fast as they could bring themselves to do.

When they had reached a safe point, the two burst out into laughter at what had happened. "I can't believe you said that right then and there!" Dawn admitted her astonishment.

"I wasn't thinking," Scott pretended to pout and playfully nudged Dawn's shoulder as the both continued to laugh.

"Hey!" Dawn retaliated with a soft punch to the shoulder.

"That's so cruel!" Scott pretended to be hurt by her action. "I've just gone through something no one should ever go through and then got wounded and now you HIT me?"

"Well, it's not like you didn't deserve the punch," Dawn giggled.

Scott huffed and snickered as he began to give the blonde female a nuggie.

"No fair! That's foul play!" Dawn laughed and pulled on Scott cheeks as the two engaged in a friendly tussle of sorts.

"Oh, like you're playing fair?" Scott retorted.

"You've got an upper hand by being bigger than I am, you jerk!" Dawn spat with gleeful sarcasm, although she had pinned him down by sitting on his back after he accidentally tripped.

"You know I let you win!" Scott muttered, too embarrassed to admit defeat.

"You keep telling yourself that," Dawn teased.

They stayed like that for a moment while Scott tried to come up with a retort, but he couldn't think of one at the moment. "Fine," he sighed. "You win."

Feeling victorious, Dawn stood up so Scott could rise to his feet. "At least you're not ALWAYS hard headed."

"And you're not always a creep," Scott retorted, wishing he was as quick at thinking like that when they were still in a battle of wits.

"Thank you," Dawn said and kissed the boy on the cheek as a grateful response for the compliment; Scott's face grew as red as an apple within a matter of second while Dawn's mind had just processed what she had just done. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she had grown even redder than he was once she realized what had just happened.

"It's no problem," Scott stuttered. "It was just a kiss on the cheek."

"Yeah," Dawn sighed, still embarrassed.

"So, uh, how about I walk you to your place?" Scott said. "As a thanks for waiting for me."

"That would be nice," Dawn smiled.

Scott headed straight for his own home and straight to his bedroom after separating from Dawn. "Holy crap," Scott huffed out a large breath. Dawn had actually KISSED him. Yeah, sure, the kiss was on the cheek, but hey; it was still a damn kiss from the girl he loved, right? What's it matter if it was only on the cheek? "Best worst day ever."