Chapter 36

The Wonderful World of Trent

A/N: Why hello there. Y'all are looking pretty sexy today. Well, here's my new chapter and while I accepted some of your ideas, I went in my own direction on a few issues. Anyways, I hope you like it.

Remember back in Chapter 27 when I mocked Duncan/Courtney fanfics? Well, I've noticed something strange about Gwen/Trent fanfics too: Gwen is the main character in every single one of those. There's gotta be at least 500 G/T fanfics on this website; and in every single one I've read, the majority of the focus of the story was on Gwen. Okay, I'm sure if you looked hard enough you could probably find a few about Trent, but in the other major couples on the show (Duncan/Courtney, Duncan/Gwen, Geoff/Bridgette, etc.) the division is much more even. This has nothing to do with anything else in my story, just putting that out there.

Disclaimer: If it's on Fanfiction-dot-net, isn't a disclaimer redundant anyways?

Time: 29 February 2008

"Micah, fuck off," Lindsay said, "Gwen just lost her father, can you leave her alone?"

Gwen, who was sitting on the couch, just looked up at the man, looking very sullen and forlorn. Heather stood up.

"You killed him, didn't you?" Heather declared, "You fucking bastard!"

"I killed him!" Micah laughed, "He was killed while he was dealing drugs… do I look like the type of guy who buys cocaine? No, I didn't kill him… although I can't say I'll miss that wannabe gangster."

"Well, whether you killed him or not, you could be less of an asshole. As Lindsay said, that man was Gwen's dad; could you show a little respect?"

"To be honest, I never understood the purpose of showing respect to someone after they died who you never liked while they were alive." Micah said.

"He does kind of have a point there," Lindsay said, which got her an elbow in the ribs from Heather.

"Micah, please," Gwen pleaded, "Just leave us alone tonight. You're being an even bigger jerk than usual."

"Yeah, daddy," Heather said, "Leave, now."

Ace walked downstairs, saw Micah there, and then kicked him in the stomach. As he doubled over, Ace grabbed his shirt and threw him against the wall, holding him there.

"You're pretty strong," Micah said, "I like that in a woman."

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Ace yelled, "My husband just died, and you decide that this would be the day to come here and harass my girls?"

"Megan…" Micah said, "Calm down. I was just trying to comfort my daughter and her friends."

"Comfort them my ass," Ace said.

"Which is very nice, by the way," Micah said.

It took about three seconds for Ace to register what he was saying. Once she did, she promptly slapped him across the face.

"Can we try to be a little diplomatic here?" Micah asked, "Why don't we talk outside?"

"What's there to talk about? My husband just died, and you're using this as an excuse to harass my girls. There's nothing else to talk about."

"I hate to break it to you, Megan, but none of those girls are your daughters. Heather's my daughter, Gwen is the daughter of Todd and his ex-wife, and Lindsay… well, she was the spawn of Satan's minions."

"Yeah, Lindsay's parents were pretty horrible," Ace said, "But there's still nothing to talk about."

"Well," Micah said, "Why don't we…"

"No." Ace said.

"But I didn't…"

"No."

Micah gave up, shrugged, and left the house after Ace let him down from her grip.

"What a fucking asshole!" Heather exclaimed, "I can't believe I'm related to that guy."

"Blood relation means nothing," Lindsay said, "I mean; I'm related to James; and Leanne."

Heather looked at Gwen, who was still sitting on the couch looking depressed.

"Are you okay, Gwen?" Heather asked.

"So many people have died in my life already," Gwen said, "I think I'll get over it. What about you… I mean, you were just as close to Todd as I was, if not closer. And you haven't had to deal with the sheer amounts of death that…"

"Gwen," Heather interrupted her, "its okay. I'll be alright."

Heather sat down on the couch next to Gwen, and the two girls hugged.

"Heather," Gwen whispered.

"Yes?" She whispered back.

"I… I… um…"

"Hey guys," Lindsay said, interrupting the potentially awkward yet potentially heartwarming moment, "I figured out a way to get rid of Micah for good."

"What?" Gwen asked.

Lindsay reached into her skin-tight yoga pants and pulled out her knife which she had carefully hidden.

"We're not killing him, Lindsay," Heather said, "There's been enough bloodshed for one night. Besides, he's still my dad."

Time: 1 March 2008

Trent was getting ready for his date with Jenny later that night. He hadn't seen his girlfriend in a few days and was really excited for whatever his plans would be tonight. He took a shower and then got dressed. He decided to go a bit fancier than usual, wearing a dress shirt and a tie, but styled it in a way that it could still look cool. To pass the time before Jenny picked him up (she was 16 and had her driver's license, he was still 15) he decided to watch a little TV in his room… when he heard a voice he hadn't heard in quite some time.

"'Sup Trent," a familiar female voice said, "How's life?"

"Where are you?" Trent asked, "How did you get here? I thought you were dead?"

"I… wouldn't speak so loudly if I were you. People are gonna think you're talking to yourself."

Trent was kinda pissed now, "You put a bullet through your skull. How the fuck are you still alive?"

"Oh, I'm definitely dead. A more plausible explanation would be that you are simply hallucinating… but I suppose it's also possible that I'm haunting you in the afterlife. Regardless of the cause, I exist in some form inside your head, but in a physical sense I'm just as dead as Heath Ledger." She paused for a minute, "You do remember my name, right?"

"Leanne…" Trent said, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Um… because you're cute and you're easy to fuck with; so pretty much for the lulz."

Suddenly, Trent's mom burst into Trent's room, "Are you talking to yourself?" She asked.

"No," Trent said, and shut the door.

"So where were we?" Leanne's voice asked, "Something to do with you wondering why I'm bothering you. Well… as I said, it's entirely possible you're just schizophrenic, but assuming you aren't, it's for the reasons I stated a few seconds ago."

"But… why me as opposed to someone like Lindsay?"

"I'm trying to distance myself from Lindsay as much as possible," Leanne said, "Besides she's been through enough. She's basically on the verge of a mental breakdown."

Trent's date with Jenny went reasonably well. Although Jenny remarked on him being quieter than usual when they went out to eat, it wasn't a total disaster. Leanne was quiet, apart from one comment urging Trent to grab her ass. However, Trent and Jenny eventually went back to his place, and that's when things started to get interesting.

"You ready for your present tonight, Trent?" Jenny asked, and Trent nodded.

Jenny began strip-teasing and

"Ooh… here comes my favourite part," Leanne said, "The night was so boring up until now."

"Shut up, Leanne," Trent whispered under his breath, his mood significantly dampened.

"C'mon Trentie, whatever happened to respect for the dead."

"Shut up Leanne," Trent said, a little louder this time. Suddenly Jenny noticed that her boyfriend wasn't paying any attention to her strip-tease, and that he was apparently talking to himself.

"Trent, why aren't you looking… and who's Leanne?"

"Jenny, baby… I'm sorry, but we just shouldn't do this tonight."

"Um… why?" Jenny asked.

"I'm just… not in the mood."

"What do you mean you're not in the mood! Trent, is everything okay?"

"Yeah Jenny, everything's fine… it's just been kind of a rough day for me."

"Oh… wanna talk about it?"

"No… it's tough to explain," Trent said, "Let's just cuddle."

"Aw…" Leanne said, "How adorable, but I wanted to see some fucking."

"Well too bad," Trent said.

I need to stop speaking out loud to her, Trent thought; she's probably not even real.

"Whether I'm real or not is irrelevant," Leanne exclaimed, "I'm real to you. And that's all that really matters."

Time: 5 March 2008

Sarah decided that this would be a good time to introduce Eva and Lindsay to her parents. Not as relationship partners, of course, but just as friends of some kind.

At this point, nobody knew Sarah was involved with Eva and Lindsay. In fact, not very many people knew who Sarah was to begin with, neither Eva nor Lindsay were willing to admit they were in a polyamorous relationship, Eva didn't want to have to deal with all the crap she'd get, and Lindsay (begrudgingly) went along with it.

But anyways, back to the point, Sarah brought Eva and Lindsay into her house that evening for the first time since they met. Before going, Sarah asked both girls to "dress modestly," as she didn't want her parents to think she was hanging out with "a bunch of whores." Eva wore a T-Shirt and jeans, Lindsay on the other hand, apparently didn't get the memo…

"Yoga pants?" Sarah asked, "I asked you to dress modestly and you're wearing yoga pants!"

"Stop bitching and just be happy I'm wearing pants in the first place," Lindsay said.

"You didn't bring your knife, did you?" Sarah asked.

"I have a lot of knives, Sarah," Lindsay said, "And I always bring at least one of them."

As they opened the front door to Sarah's house, Sarah yelled, "Mom, dad, I'm back." Her parents walked down the stairs and they hugged. Then they saw Sarah's "friends."

"Mom, dad, I'd like you to meet my friends," Sarah said, "Meet Eva and Lindsay. Girls, these are my parents."

Sarah's mom looked at the blonde girl, "You're Lindsay?" She asked.

"Yes," Lindsay said.

"As in Lindsay Cunningham; James Cunningham's daughter?"

"Well… yes."

"Well Sarah," Sarah's mom said, "It appears as if you're hanging out with the closest thing you'll find to royalty in this city. Welcome to our home, Lindsay, and you have my condolences for what happened to your parents."

"Thank you, Mrs. Phoenix," Lindsay said. No need to start a fight.

"Please," Sarah's mom said, "Mrs. Phoenix is my mother, call me Caitlyn."

"Caitlyn…" Lindsay said, as if she was trying it on for size.

"My husband is Andrew," Caitlyn said, "But it's probably best if you don't call him that."

"I see…" Lindsay said.

"And Eva," Caitlyn said, welcoming the other girl into their house, "Welcome to our home sweet home."

"Thanks," Eva said, "Thanks for letting us come over."

"Well, it was Sarah really," Caitlyn said, "Andrew and I just were simply happy to oblige."

A little later the scene moved to dinner. Andrew had been very quiet the entire evening… he looked like he was deep in thought about something. Caitlyn, on the other hand, was extremely talkative, being overly friendly and constantly asking Lindsay and Eva questions about how they were doing and whatnot.

"Why are you so peppy all of a sudden?" Sarah asked.

"I'm just happy." Caitlyn said.

"Um… okay."

After dinner, Lindsay and Eva were going to leave. Sarah was originally planning to go with them, but Andrew wanted her in the house that night, which was one of the few things he actually said. At the door, Eva remarked on the personalities of Sarah's parents.

"Your mom seems… really cool," Eva said.

"Well yeah, she's actually pretty nice," Sarah said, "My dad…"

"He didn't really say much," Eva said, "But he seems alright too."

"Look, just between you guys and me," Sarah said quietly, so her parents wouldn't hear, "He's a giant asshole. I'm not sure why he was so quiet this evening, he usually isn't."

"Oh…" Eva said.

"Well, I like your mom at least," Lindsay said, "She's really chill… and pretty hot too."

Eva and Sarah glared at the blonde girl.

"I'll shut up now," Lindsay said, "Bye Sarah!"

After her girlfriends left, Sarah sighed, hung her head, and went back inside.

Time: 7 March 2008

Gwen was over at Geoff's house, and the two of them had just finished having sex.

"Did you like that, baby?" Geoff asked seductively.

"Yeah…" Gwen said.

But to be honest, she didn't; not really anyways. The entire time, all she could think about was Heather. She had never really thought about Heather while having sex with men before, as she just considered her a friend with benefits… really awesome benefits. But while she had been beginning to wonder if she had begun falling for Heather before, her recent experience, thinking about Heather the entire time she was fucking Geoff (that was how she was able to climax in the first place,) had now confirmed that she thought of Heather as much more than just a friend she had sex with. And she didn't like it… or maybe she did? Gwen was definitely very confused right now.

Time: 9 March 2008

"Good morning, Trentie."

Trent looked around in his bed, half-expecting to see Jenny even though he went to sleep alone that night. Instead, he remembered about that annoying broad whose voice he continuously heard inside his head.

"Hello again, Leanne," Trent said.

"Are you gonna see Jenny Falco today?" Leanne asked.

"I don't know, probably." Trent said, "Now could you leave me alone?"

"Dude, no need to be such a dick," Leanne said, "I'm just trying to be friendly."

"When are you ever friendly?"

"When it's in my best interests," Leanne said, "Face it Trent, you should probably get used to me. If you're hallucinating, then chances are you will be hallucinating for the next little while. And if I'm really infiltrating your mind… then you can count on me sticking around as long as possible."

Time: 10 March 2008

"Hey Bridgette!" Ronnie yelled.

"What's up, mom?" Bridgette yelled back, as she was upstairs at the time with her boyfriend.

"Arianna and I are going out tonight!" She yelled, "So you and Jhonen have the house to yourselves, so... just don't do anything too insane."

"OK mom," Bridgette said. Jhonen and Bridgette were both at Bridgette's house… and as Ronnie said, they had the house to themselves.

"Would getting drunk and then fucking in your mom's bed be considered too insane?" Jhonen asked.

"Nope… I'll get the beer."

Later that night

Bridgette and Jhonen were both asleep in Ronnie's bed. Little did they know that two unexpected guests were going to show up that night.

"What kind of moron leaves a window open in the house at night?" Shawn asked.

"I don't know," Gary said, "But that works for us. Now let's just find Bridgette, get her and go. And Shawn… try not to kill anyone this time."

"You sure this is her house?" Shawn asked.

"Well yeah… I've been stalking her for like the past week, I think I'd fucking know where she lives."

"Did you seriously just admit to stalking her?" Shawn said.

"You can make fun of me for it later," Gary said, "Right now, let's just get Bridgette."

The two brothers walked up the stairs slowly, and began searching for Bridgette, who they eventually found.

"Who's this douchebag?" Gary asked, referring to Jhonen.

"I don't know," Shawn said, "But I got an idea," he then reached into one of his pocket's and pulled out a box of matches.

"We're not lighting him on fire, Shawn," Gary said.

"Why not," Shawn complained, "It would be hilarious."

Gary sighed, "Let's just get Bridgette, and go, okay?"

Gary picked up his ex-girlfriend into his arms and said, "Bridgette… I missed you so goddamn much," and then proceeded to kiss her on the lips. Unfortunately for him, this woke the sleeping blonde up. She appeared disoriented for a second, but when she realized where she was and what was happening, she responded by punching Gary in the face, which caused him to drop her.

"Gary…" Bridgette said.

"Hello, girl," Gary said, in perhaps the creepiest voice Bridgette had ever heard, "Did you miss me? Because I missed you… a lot."

"No!" Bridgette said, "You're supposed to be in prison, and I've moved the fuck on with my life."

"Really," Gary said, "Because I think you still like me. You wouldn't have punched me in the face like that if you didn't like me… by the way, nice tits."

It suddenly occurred to Bridgette that she was naked (three guesses as to why.) She panicked for a second, but then remembered she had much bigger problems than her lack of clothing… namely, her psychopathic ex-boyfriend trying to do… she really wasn't quite sure, but it certainly wasn't good.

"Who's the other guy?" Bridgette asked, "Your boyfriend from prison?"

"No!" Gary yelled, "He's my brother, Shawn."

"Yup, that would be me," Shawn said, "And welcome to the family, Bridgette."

Bridgette would be extremely creeped out if she wasn't so scared.

At around that same time, Jhonen woke up from his slumber, only to find a gun aimed at his right temple.

"If I were you, I'd put your head back on that pillow, close your eyes, and pretend you never saw us."

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Jhonen asked, exasperated.

"You'll find out soon enough… but trust me bro, I'm not someone you want to fuck with. Now put your head down and go back to sleep like a good little boy, unless you want me to decorate the bed with your brains."

Jhonen usually wasn't the type to back down from a conflict, but he had a bad feeling this guy wasn't joking. So he simply put his head back down on the pillow, but managed to keep one eye open so he could check on Bridgette to see if she was okay.

But it appeared as if Bridgette was doing just fine. She was beating the crap out of Gary, who was basically known being a bit of a wimp anyways, whilst he looked flustered at best and completely overwhelmed at worst.

"You'd think almost a year in jail would make you a little tougher?" Bridgette taunted, forgetting that verbal taunting during fights is never a good idea.

Gary attacked again, and Bridgette kicked him in the stomach. Gary then doubled over, and asked his brother for help.

"Looks like I gotta do everything myself," Shawn said, "Oh well…"

He charged up towards Bridgette, delivered a flying side kick, and then elbowed her in the side of the head, effectively knocking her out.

"Bridgette!" Jhonen yelled. Forgetting his previous reasons, he jumped out of bed, sprinted across the room and punched Shawn square in the face, knocking him back into the wall. Shawn shook his head, smiled, pulled out his pistol and shot Jhonen square in the shoulder. Jhonen screamed, and began sprawling on the floor, eventually passing out from the pain. Gary, carrying an unconscious Bridgette over his shoulder, and Shawn, then jumped out the window, and left as Jhonen's vision faded to black.

Time: 11 March 2008

Jhonen woke up. The first thing he noticed was that the floor was marble tile. The second thing was how much his fucking shoulder hurt. The bullet had been removed from the previous night, but it still hurt like hell. Thankfully for him, he was shot just between his shoulder and his clavicle so he didn't break any bones… but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

"Um… hello?" He said, shortly before opening his eyes.

"Jhonen, are you alright?" his mom yelled. She and a nurse were the only two people in the room at the moment, besides him, of course.

"I've been better, but I'll be okay," Jhonen said, "Where's Bridgette?"

Arianna shook her head, "The police are looking for her… but we haven't found her yet."

Jhonen slammed his hand on the hospital bed out of anger. Arianna walked over to comfort him.

"Don't worry, Jhonen," Arianna said, "It's not your fault, and the cops will find her, I promise."

Jhonen was released from the hospital, and met up with Ronnie shortly after.

"Do you know anything about the person who kidnapped Bridgette?" Ronnie asked hastily.

"There were two of them… two teenage boys, not much older than me, and they had a lot of swastika tattoos. They mentioned their names at some point, but…"

"But what?" Ronnie asked.

"I don't remember them, I'm sorry."

"You say they had a lot of swastika tattoos," Ronnie said, "Was one of their names… Gary?"

"Yes… yes, I think so," Jhonen said, "Gary and Shawn, or maybe it was Shane… something like that."

"So… your telling me that our completely incompetent police force is going after two dangerous arsonist Nazis who kidnapped my daughter!"

"Hey, don't blame me, I just…" Jhonen started, "How do you know Gary?"

"He came around some time last year and started causing problems, especially with Bridgette," Ronnie said, "The two of them dated for a while until she realized how insane he was… and he got sentenced to 18 years in jail for burning down Bridgette's dad's house."

"Wow…" Jhonen said.

"I think we should talk to Lindsay," Ronnie said, "She'll know what to do."

"Wait a second," Arianna said, "Lindsay's just 15. She might be resourceful or something but she's still just a kid. How is she going to help more than a bunch of fully-trained cops?"

"I didn't say she was going to solve the problem for us," Ronnie argued, "I just think she could help. At the very least, she deserves to know what's happening."

"Fine," Arianna said, "But if you ask me, you're making a huge fucking mistake."

"Well, you can think what you want to think, babe," Ronnie teased. "Besides, considering the cops complete ineptitude when it comes to dealing with actual criminals, this particular girl may actually be more of a help than the so-called 'fully trained cops,' after all."

Later that day

"So… your girlfriend was kidnapped and you want me to help you get her back," Lindsay said.

"Yeah, pretty much," Jhonen said.

"Um… are we in a game of Super Mario Bros here?" Lindsay asked half-jokingly, "Why don't we just let the cops handle this?"

"Because the cops are retarded," Ronnie said, "You know that just as well as anyone… seriously, since when have you given a rat's ass about the cops?"

"I don't know," Lindsay said, "Fine, I'll help… but I'm not sure what exactly you want me to do. I mean, I've dealt with Gary before, but the only reason I survived was, well… pure luck. Now he has a brother and… I don't know what exactly you expect me to do."

"Well, it's settled then," Arianna said, "We'll just let the cops handle it," As she began to leave, she was pulled back by Ronnie, who scowled at her.

"Just do whatever you can," Ronnie said, "I just want my daughter back."

"Aw…" Lindsay teased, "I thought you didn't even like Bridgette."

"She's grown on me," Ronnie said monotonously.

Time: 12 March 2008

As expected, it wasn't long before Lindsay explained her situation to her best friends.

"So, Gary's back?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah," Lindsay said, "Don't ask me how he got out of prison because I don't know. And apparently he has a brother now, or something like that, who's even crazier than he is. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that he kidnapped Bridgette and is holding her hostage."

"Bridgette gets kidnapped a lot, doesn't she?" Gwen asked, "I mean she got kidnapped by your crazy-ass mom, right before said crazy-ass mom committed suicide. And now she's getting kidnapped by her crazy-ass ex-boyfriend… I kinda feel bad for her."

"Uh-huh," Lindsay said, "Honestly, I just fucking hate Gary more than I feel bad for Bridge. So… since the local police force is full of fucking dicks; not to mention impossibly incompetent, what exactly do you think we should do?"

"Well… Todd had a lot of guns stashed away in his basement… if we can figure out the code to them…" Gwen didn't need to finish her sentence, Lindsay understood.

The two girls walked down into a dark, unfinished area in the basement of Ace's house [which despite Gwen and Heather having their rooms in the basement, they rarely ever went, (not because it was exceptionally scary, just because there was no point in ever going there until this day,)] and quickly found the lock. It was a combination lock, not a padlock as one would expect someone to put in a safe filled with fucking firearms.

"Now… how are we gonna figure out the code?" Lindsay asked aloud, and began searching the room for any kind of clue. The first place Gwen checked; however, was the back of the lock… which still had the numbers 7, 28, 42, 13, 56, on the back.

"Todd," Gwen said, "He was an awesome guy, but wasn't very bright some of the time."

"What do you mean?"

"He left the combination on the back of the lock," Gwen said. She turned the lock to the required numbers, than opened the safe. When the two girls peeked inside, they had clearly hit the motherlode.

"Yeah… this'll do," Lindsay said, before suddenly getting another thought, "Hey, where's Heather."

"She's out shopping with Ashley Sagan," Gwen said, "Ash tried to drag me too, but I told her I had chores… although I didn't exactly word it the best."

"What do you mean?" Lindsay asked.

"I told her I needed to fold the dishes, take out my laundry, and wash the garbage."

"Yikes," Lindsay said.

"I know… but she believed me. What an idiot, right?"

"Yeah… and she's so shallow too," Lindsay said, "All she really cares about are clothes and boys, especially Rudy. Not that there's anything wrong with clothes… or Rudy… but I'm not sure I could survive if I was that myopic."

"Uh… Lindsay?"

"What's up?"

Gwen sighed, "Nevermind…"

Lindsay and Gwen took the guns and hid them in Gwen's room, hoping that Ace (or Rudy!) wouldn't need them anytime soon.

A few hours, Heather arrived back at her house, clearly exhausted from Ashley bothering her the entire day.

"I never knew shopping could be so painful," Heather said, "Although I guess that's what happens when you're stuck with a brain-dead brunette the entire day."

"Well, fortunately for me, I had to wash the garbage," Gwen teased.

After that, Lindsay and Gwen explained what was going on with Gary and Shawn, and what they were planning on doing.

"Wait, so you're gonna find out where he lives, and then kill him?" Heather asked, making sure she heard right.

"Yeah, pretty much," Gwen said.

"I don't know about this," Heather said, "I mean, yeah, Gary's a little shit, but these are human lives we're talking about here."

"Yeah, but after all the shit Gary's done, can we really even consider him a human being?" Lindsay asked, "And even if we do, the world would be a better place without him."

"C'mon, Heather," Gwen said, "I thought you were the most evil out of the three of us."

"Gwen, there's a difference between being a manipulative bastard and actually killing some guy," Heather said impatiently.

"I don't see the difference," Lindsay said, although she was just trying to tease Heather.

"Think of it this way; when's the last time the three of us have actually done something exciting as a group? I mean, I guess you could say it was Courtney's birthday, and even then we ended up separating," Gwen said.

"Fun? You think killing two dudes is fun?"

"Our main goal isn't killing them," Gwen said, "It's saving Bridgette. We're just bringing the guns in case we need to use them."

"Well, speak for yourself, Gwen," Lindsay said.

"Shut up, Lindsay…" Gwen said.

"Seriously though, I've wanted that motherfucker dead since he first showed up," Lindsay said, "I mean, even if he hadn't kidnapped Bridgette…"

Lindsay kept on talking about how much she wanted to kill Gary and Shawn.

"Is she just gonna go on and on like that?" Heather asked.

"Seems like it," Gwen said.

They waited for a long time while Lindsay continued to talk. Eventually, Gwen got fed up.

"Lindsay shut the fuck up!" Gwen screamed, "You're not helping!"

Lindsay stopped talking.

"So, are you in?" Gwen asked.

"Fine," Heather said, "We'll save Bridgette's ass."

The three girls clasped their hands on top of each other and did the "cheer" thing.

"Just one question though," Heather asked, "How exactly are we gonna find them if the cops can't?"

"Well… if Gary kidnapped Bridgette, he's probably raping her in... well, wherever they're staying." Lindsay announced.

"Well, you're subtle." Gwen said.

"But I'm assuming Gary's brother doesn't want to stay locked up in that apartment, so he'll probably be easy to find. Once we find him, we just follow him back to his hideout."

"Um… Lindsay," Gwen said, "None of us have ever seen him, so we have no idea what he looks like. How exactly is this gonna work?"

"Jhonen said Shawn has Nazi tattoos all over his arms," Lindsay said, "How hard could he be to find?"

"Unfortunately, that's not exactly a unique quality," Gwen said.

"Okay…" Lindsay said, "But it's not like there are tons of teenagers walking around proudly showing off their intolerance or anything."

Gwen and Heather glared at her.

"Okay, let me rephrase that, it's not like there are tons of teenagers walking around proudly showing off their intolerance via white supremacist tattoos on their arms. There, is that better?"

"Close enough," Heather said.

"Besides, maybe we'll happen to find Gary. I know exactly what he looks like… probably a little too well." Lindsay shuddered at remembering that night about 10 months prior.

The girls briefly paused, before Lindsay thought of something.

"You know, we're 3 girls who are going to kill the 'bad guy,'" Lindsay said.

"And…" Heather said.

"Well… we're kind of like Charlie's Angels or something," Lindsay said.

Gwen pondered for a moment, and then exclaimed, "You can be Drew Barrymore; I'm Cameron Diaz."

"But I don't like Drew Barrymore," Lindsay complained.

"Well, too bad," Gwen said, "You suggested the idea in the first place."

"So… wait…" Heather said, "I'm Lucy Liu then?"

Gwen and Lindsay nodded.

"Well, that's racist."

Later that night

"Wakey, wakey Bridgette."

Bridgette woke up, still chained to the bed with a ball gag in her mouth from her sexual activities with Gary earlier that morning. Of course, they were all entirely against her will, which was why she was chained to the bed with the gag in her mouth in the first place.

"Mmmmm," Bridgette said.

"Oh yeah, right," Gary said, and removed the gag from Bridgette's mouth.

"Gary, I need to sleep!" Bridgette complained, "Please, just let me sleep."

"But Bridgette… I need you! Now!"

"Leave me alone Gary, you creepy psychopath!"

"Creepy psychopath…" Gary repeated, "I don't care what I have to do, YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!"

He shouted about as loud as Bridgette had ever heard anyone shout… but that didn't change the fact that she had dealt with much scarier and much more competent, albeit arguably less deranged, people in the past and survived.

"Gary… you're not the first person to do this to me," Bridgette said, mustering as much courage as she could possibly get, "I've dealt with some real scary motherfuckers, next to them; you're just a lovesick kid."

"I don't want you to fear me, Bridgette; I want you to love me. But if you loving me means I have to make you fear me first, I'm not afraid to do it."

In a different room in that same apartment

"Wait, so you actually escaped from the FBI?" Izzy asked.

"Yup," Shawn embellished, "I escaped from the FBI, ate lunch at Subway, shot my uncle in the face, fed my goldfish, pissed on said goldfish, lit a toddler on fire, bought the newest Harry Potter book, and got laid. All in a typical Wednesday night."

"You… lit a toddler on fire?" Izzy said.

"Well… he had it coming. I mean, the guy clearly didn't know how to use his indoor voice. We're in a fucking book store you dumbass, you don't have to shout about how much you miss your mommy. But… I suppose I should pay him some kind of respects… here lies Grady Greene… he would never shut the fuck up."

"I'm not quite sure how to respond to that," Izzy said.

"How about, yes Shawn, I will suck your dick tonight?"

"That works," Izzy said, when Shawn overheard Gary and Bridgette screaming at each other.

"Could you excuse me for a moment," Shawn said, "My brother's having relationship problems… it appears I have to go babysit."

Shawn reached into his bag and pulled out a scented candle and some duct tape.

"Why are you carrying around a candle? Is that for, like, bondage stuff?" Izzy asked.

"No, I just like the smell of burning candles," Shawn said, "Especially when it's attached to someone's flesh."

Shawn walked into the room where Gary was holding Bridgette hostage, and began threatening Bridgette.

"You see this candle?" Shawn said.

"Um… yeah. I'm not blind."

"Ooh look, a smartass," Shawn said, "Well, keep making those smartass remarks, or don't do something my brother tells you to do, and this candle's hot wax will be dripping down the side of your face. Or, to put it in laymen's terms… your face will be incredibly hot. Do we have an understanding?"

Bridgette nodded.

"Very good," Shawn said, "Now, continue Gary, and try to be a little more assertive."

Shawn left the room, and went back to the couch where he left Izzy.

"So… where were we?" He asked, and looked at the girl who had begun stripping.

"You're fucking insane," Izzy said, "But I like that in a guy."

Time: 13 March 2008

"So… how is being at a bar going to help us find Shawn and Gary?" Gwen asked.

"I don't know," Lindsay said, "But he might show up here. If not, at least we get a fun night out. Besides, got any better ideas as to where we should look for him?"

Our favourite trio was at a local bar, and while Lindsay was carrying the guns and the bullets in a backpack she brought, it didn't appear as if they'd need them today. Slowly, the girls' eyes began to turn to the guy who was sitting right next to them, passing out, with a bunch of shot glasses in front of him.

"Um… you okay Jhonen?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, I- I'm alright," Jhonen said, "Just a little bit… sad or something… well look at that girl, over there… she's fucking sexy."

Gwen looked in the direction he was pointing, "Jhonen, that's a fire hydrant."

"Oh, is it now…" Jhonen said, and looked like he was going to say something more, but then passed out as Duncan emerged from the washroom.

"Dammit dude," Duncan said, "You drank all my shot glasses."

"I think you might want to get him home," Lindsay said, "He's looking a little… intoxicated."

Duncan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Piss drunk," Lindsay said.

"I knew what you meant," Duncan answered impatiently, before picking the unconscious guy up, and presumably calling a cab outside. Before he left the bar; however, he passed a note to Heather. She nodded and stuffed it away in her left jean pocket.

About twenty minutes past or so, and still no sign of Shawn, or anyone else who they knew for that matter, when all of a sudden, a somewhat buff looking guy with Nazi tattoos on his arms walked through the door and sat down.

"Well," Lindsay said, "Looks like I was right. Now, if you excuse me, ima go kill him now."

"Linds, that's a fucking awful idea," Gwen said quietly, "First of all, we don't know it's him, and second of all, we can't just kill a random dude in a bar filled with about 50 people or so; never mind the fact that we're not even supposed to be here in the first place."

"I don't see what that last bit has to do with anything," Lindsay said.

"I think I have a plan," Heather said, "The three of us could seduce Shawn, get him to bring us back to… wherever he's staying, and then kill him once he's there."

"Bonus points if Gary's there too," Lindsay said, "But I like your idea, Heather. It's cute, but practical."

"Yeah, okay," Gwen said, "But I'm not exactly very good at seducing people. Especially fake seductions."

"Just follow my lead," Heather said.

Heather walked over to where Shawn was sitting, sat down next to him, and said, "Hello there, big guy."

Shawn (well, technically they weren't sure if he was Shawn at this point) turned towards Heather and smiled… well, it was really more like a Cheshire cat grin than anything.

"Hello, random hot babe who I've never met before," Shawn said.

"Has anyone ever told you how big, strong, and sexy you are?" Heather asked seductively, "Your girlfriend must be so lucky."

"Actually, I'm single."

"Aw… well, I think we can change that." Heather moved onto his lap and pressed her boobs against his face.

"Wait… we?" Shawn managed to say, despite being very close to marshmallow heaven.

"My friends and I are looking for a big strong boy like you," Heather said, "So, are you up for a foursome?"

"Oh… god… YES!" Shawn yelled, a little too loudly.

"Lindsay, Gwen, get over here," Heather said, and the two other girls obliged.

"For the record, I'm Heather, the blonde girl's Lindsay, and that's Gwen," Heather said, introducing her and her friends.

"The name's Shawn Ross," Shawn said.

"Do you always introduce yourself by your full name?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, but only because I'm that awesome," Shawn said.

"Anyways," Lindsay said, moving onto his lap right next to Heather, "Why don't we go back to your place?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Shawn said, "Anyways fuck this place, wanna go now?"

The girls agreed and followed him to his car.

"You got room for 4 in there?" Gwen asked, right before she saw his vehicle, which was actually a giant white van. This, not surprisingly, prompted a strange glare from Shawn.

"No," Shawn said, "I drive around a giant fucking van which only seats 2 people… silly girl. By the way, blondie, what's with the backpack?"

"It's… where we keep our shit," was the best thing Lindsay could think of saying.

Shawn shrugged as the four of them got in the van, Shawn and Lindsay in the front, Gwen, Heather, and Lindsay's bag in the back.

"Wait, I have a theory," Shawn said, and then started laughing.

"What?"

"Maybe the bag has a bunch of guns and you're actually plotting to kill me," Shawn joked, "And then you're plotting to kill my brother too. Wouldn't that be fucking hilarious?"

Gwen and Heather laughed nervously. Lindsay just straight up laughed.

"Yeah… to be honest, I wouldn't be so averse to anyone shooting my brother. I'd kind a like to pop a cap in his Nazi ass."

"Um… why?" Lindsay asked. Well, she knew why she wanted to pop a cap in his ass, but she was curious as to his reasoning.

"He's an incompetent tool… you really have to know him to understand."

Shawn more or less talked the entire way through, which was about a 20 minute drive. It was somewhat annoying, but the girls were more focused on what they were going to do. Shawn parked in the parking lot of his apartment, and they followed him up there. Lindsay discreetly took one .45 out of her bag and stuffed it in her shirt.

"Let's do this," Lindsay said; Gwen and Heather nodded.

The trio sat down on Shawn's "seduction couch," and Shawn sat in between Lindsay and Gwen. Lindsay's heart began beating faster as she knew what she had to do. She gulped, silently wished herself luck, and then said those fateful words.

"Hey Shawn," Lindsay said seductively, "I got a little present for you."

"Ooh… a present," Shawn said, "Well, what is it?"

Lindsay pulled the pistol out of her shirt, cocked it, and aimed it at Shawn's head.

"Death," she said, and just as Shawn was realizing what happened, she pulled the trigger and released it.

The girls stared at Shawn's lifeless body for a few seconds, not entirely sure what to say. Fortunately, Gwen broke the ice.

"Ow… my ears," she said.

"What the fuck was that?" They heard a voice yell from the next room. The three girls followed the voice, kicked down the door, and saw none other than Gary, who was sitting in the room with an unconscious Bridgette. Lindsay promptly ran up to him and fired her gun, before he had the chance to react. It hit him in the side of the head, and blood began pouring out as Gary collapsed to the ground, alive no more.

"Bridgette, wake up," Gwen shook her.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" Bridgette yelled, before opening her eyes and seeing Gwen, Heather, and Lindsay, "Oh…" she said, "Sorry, I thought you were Gary. Where is he by the way?"

"Um… I kinda killed him," Lindsay said.

Bridgette, after hearing that, then ran up and hugged her, "Oh my god, thank you!" She yelled, "Thank you so fucking much! Did you get Shawn too?"

"Of course," Lindsay said.

"He… well, you can probably guess what he did to me," Bridgette said. She collapsed crying in Lindsay's arms, who simply hugged her back.

"Hey!" They heard a voice from another room, "Cute little joyous reunion you got there, but what about me?"

Gwen and Heather ran over to find Izzy, chained to the bed in the other bedroom.

"Shawn?" They asked simultaneously.

"Yup," Izzy said, "Congrats on killing him and his bastard brother. Now let me the fuck out."

Both Bridgette and Izzy threw on some spare clothes that were in the closets, and Heather placed Duncan's note, one that said that Shawn killed Gary and then commit suicide, right next to the dead bodies of both young men. Lindsay took Shawn's car keys and they were about to leave, when someone walked through the door.

"Hey guys, I'm…" a young woman began to say, before noticing the girls and the dead bodies of Gary and Shawn, "… back. Okay, what the hell did I miss?"

"Well… um…" Lindsay began to explain.

"Lemme guess, Gary and Shawn kidnapped and abused a few girls, and then her friends came to save her and ended up killing my brothers in the process."

"Yeah, pretty much," Lindsay said.

She sighed, "I suppose this was inevitable in the long run. I'm Quinn Ross, by the way, Gary and Shawn's older sister. Which one of you is Bridgette?"

The girls looked at each other and Bridgette raised her hand slowly.

"Uh-huh," Quinn said, "Well… I guess you should probably leave now. I have… things to take care of. On a side note, we just bought a huge case of Pepsi, so help yourselves."

Time: 14 March 2008

The next day at school, everyone knew about what Gwen, Heather, and Lindsay had done. Initially, they were expecting to be attacked and insulted for it, but to their surprise, most people thought it was pretty cool that they had just gone and killed two assholes. One guy, however, wasn't so happy, but for a different reason.

"I can't believe you didn't invite me," Jhonen told Lindsay.

"Jhonen, you didn't fit with the plans, and you were so drunk you didn't know how to stand up. All you would've done is slowed us down."

"Wait… I was drunk last night?"

"Yes," Lindsay said, "Yes you were, just go ask Duncan."

"Huh…" Jhonen said, "I distinctly remember being sober. But that's not the point; the point is that was my girlfriend, and my battle, and you took that way from me."

"Jhonen, can't you just be happy that he's gone? Besides, I promise you'll get some kind of revenge eventually."

"How!"

"I don't know," Lindsay said, "Just… trust me."

Jhonen grumbled, "I should probably go see Bridgette… make sure she's okay and whatnot."

Time: 17 March 2008

Ashley had dragged Rudy out to the mall, which led to her wandering around looking for stuff while Rudy tagged along, completely bored out of his mind. This endeavour also led to Rudy being punched for not wearing green.

At one clothing store, probably the fifth or sixth that Ashley had dragged Rudy to, the two got separated at some point. Rudy went around looking his girlfriend, when he bumped into another young girl.

"Oh, sorry," the girl said, after the two crashed into each other.

"Um… no problem," Rudy said. He looked at this girl for a minute, and saw that she was, while pretty, clearly unhappy in some way.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm Tanya by the way."

"Rudy," he said, as she reached out to shake his hand.

"Um… what are you doing?" Rudy asked.

"You do know what a handshake is, right?"

"I do know how pointless it is, yes."

Tanya shrugged.

"So, are you here with anyone?" Rudy asked.

"Nope," Tanya said, "I just needed a few new shirts, so… here I am."

"Oh…" Rudy said, "Well isn't that kinda lonely."

"Not really," Tanya said, "I'm not much of a people person anyways."

"Well, I'm here with my girlfriend," Rudy said, not recognizing that that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say, "She's basically dragging me from store to store."

"I see…" Tanya said.

Rudy was about to say something else, but then Ashley showed up/

"There you are Rudy!" Ashley yelled, "C'mon, we gotta go to HMV."

"Why?"

"Because HMV is awesome!"

Ashley dragged Rudy away from Tanya and to the music store. Rudy took one look back at Tanya, sighed, and went along with his girlfriend.

Isn't she a little old to… oh, fuck it, Tanya thought.

Time: 19 March 2008

Lindsay, Gwen, and Heather were sitting around in the Morrow's house, when Lindsay suddenly got an idea.

"I just realized something," Lindsay said, "You remember how I got a lot of money when my mom died?"

"Um… what does this have to do with anything?" Gwen asked.

"Well… I was thinking I'd take my friends on a vacation this summer."

"Cool," Heather said, "But to where?"

"Um… Europe?" Lindsay thought, "Why not, it'd be pretty cool."

Gwen and Heather shrugged, "So, who are you taking?"

"Well, you two obviously. And then Sarah and Eva as well."

"That's it?" Heather asked.

"Wait, I'm getting there. Well, I'll invite Courtney, Duncan, Bridgette, and Jhonen."

"What about Geoff?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah sure, why not, I'll bring Geoff along too; he is my cousin after all. There we go, that's 10 people."

"You might want to keep your options open, just in case you want to invite more." Gwen said.

"10 people is a lot… I mean, I can't just piss away all my parents' money on this."

"Lindsay, your parents were fucking loaded, I'm sure you'll have enough money."

Time: 23 March 2008

News spread about Lindsay's planned trip pretty quickly once they got back to the school. A whole bunch of people began asking Lindsay if they could go on the trip with her. At first, Lindsay refused, but eventually gave in and invited Jenny, DJ, Trent. She also invited Ezekiel because, well, they were housemates after all. Of course, this was all on the conditions that their parents allowed them to go in the first place, which was something that Courtney had to remind Lindsay. She also mentioned something else.

"You know, Lindsay, even though you're paying for the trip, there's no way anyone's parents will let them go unless you have guardians accompanying you." Courtney said.

"Good point," Lindsay said, "And I know just the people to do it."

Not surprisingly, "the people" were Veronica Hornet and Arianna Hodder; not exactly the most responsible parents of all time, but still technically guardians. Besides, they could put on a show of being responsible parents when trying to convince other parents to let their kids come (and the fact that Ronnie was a teacher certainly didn't hurt.) Of course, it would be best if they didn't tell people the true nature of their relationship.

Time: 25 March 2008

Of the people she had invited, Geoff, DJ, and Eva got clearance from their parents instantly. Trent and Jenny were allowed to go after their parents met with Veronica and Arianna. Gwen and Heather were allowed to go right from the start as long as Lindsay agreed to bring Rudy along to, which they accepted. Jhonen and Bridgette's moms were the adults, so obviously they could go. Duncan lived on his own, so he could obviously go; Courtney said she could go, and then when Lindsay asked about her parents, Courtney simply gave her a death glare.

When Lindsay was walking to her house, that day, she was told by Ernest and Mary that they needed to talk.

"We heard about a little summer vacation you were planning," said Ernest.

"Uh-huh," Lindsay said, trying to look as cute as possible. It seemed that while Lindsay was trying to get all of her other invitees on the trip, she somehow forgot about herself.

"Lindsay, we are your foster parents, and therefore technically your legal guardians," Ernest said, "You can't just go ahead and start planning stuff without our acknowledgement."

"Well okay Ernest, I'm sorry," Lindsay said, keeping up the cute face, "But I just really wanted to do this and I wasn't sure if you would approve. Also, I invited Ezekiel."

"Well," Mary said, "Who are the adults who are coming with you?"

"They're names are Veronica Hornet and Arianna Hodder," Lindsay said, "Veronica's a teacher and the mom of my friend Bridgette, Arianna is her… ahem… friend, and the mom of my friend Jhonen."

Mary and Ernest said nothing.

"Would you like to meet them? We can have dinner together tomorrow night?"

"Well, okay," Ernest said.

Time: 26 March 2008

So Lindsay, Ezekiel, Ernest, Mary, Ronnie, and Arianna were scheduled to have dinner that night. Lindsay asked both women to look "presentable" that night, which they did, but the first thing Ronnie said when she rolled up in the Adams' driveway was…

"Sup nigga."

"You're hilarious, Ronnie," Lindsay said sarcastically, "Now go in there and impress my foster parents."

So, they went in and ate, and Ronnie and Arianna did their best to charm Ernest and Mary. Mostly, they talked about life in general, with Ronnie's job as a teacher popping up several times. After the meal, the ladies left, which led to the parents having another chat with Lindsay, this time Ezekiel was involved too.

"So, Ernest," Lindsay asked, "Are you cool with this trip now?"

"Well, Lindsay, if you want to go, I can't stop you," Ernest said, "But as for Ezekiel…"

"C'mon dad, please," Ezekiel said, "It'll be pretty cool… nice way to get a little bit more… um… cultured too, I guess."

Ernest smirked, I should totally make Lindsay have to strip for me if she wants to bring Zeke. Or maybe I'll make her have sex with my wife… yeah… that'd be fucking hot. Or maybe…

"Sure, Ezekiel, you can go," Ernest said, "Just make sure it's all planned out, and I know when you're leaving and when you're getting back."

"Thanks dad," Ezekiel said.

God dammit Ernest.

So there were now 16 people going officially. The only person whose parents needed to be convinced now were Sarah's, and this was undoubtedly going to be the hardest.

Time: 27 March 2008

"Hey Lindsay!"

Lindsay heard a voice, and turned around to see none other than her old frenemy, Natalie McGrady.

"Um… I heard you were taking a trip to Europe this summer."

"Uh-huh…" Lindsay said.

"Well, would you be so kind as to… invite me on the trip?"

"Well, let me see," Lindsay said, "You've faked interest in me multiple times, you made fun of Shelly when she died, you're basically a massive bully in to people in general… and you're Harold's sister."

Natalie looked at her, "So… is that a yes?"

Lindsay glared at her, "Yeah… not happening."

Time: 29 March 2008

Lindsay, Eva, and Sarah were all over at Sarah's house, and were sitting on the couch watching a movie along with Sarah's mom, Caitlyn. Ronnie and Arianna had recently come over and explained to Andrew (Sarah's dad) and Caitlyn about Lindsay's trip. However, the parents merely said they'd think about it.

"So mom… are you still thinking about whether or not I can go?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, you can go for sure," Caitlyn said, "I'm sure you'll be fine, especially with your girlfriends there to protect you."

"My girlfriends?" Sarah said.

"Oh come on, don't lie to me Sarah," Caitlyn said, "It's pretty obvious from the way you three act around each other that you're a lot more than just friends. I was in a threesome once too…"

"Really?" Eva said, "Tell us more…"

"Well, it was with a girl and another guy. And they were siblings, so it was like taboo all over. We began dating in high school and it lasted for 4 years… until they both died in a plane crash. So… I ended up with Andrew," there was definite sadness in her voice while she was saying that.

"Oh… that's too bad," Lindsay said sympathetically, "I know how it feels to lose loved ones."

Caitlyn was going to say more, when Andrew summoned her upstairs to their bedroom. Caitlyn excused herself and went upstairs, and Sarah suddenly began acting all nervous.

"Um… guys, can we go do something else?"

"Why?" Eva asked.

"Well, because…" Sarah reached for her girlfriends' clothes, and began pulling them off, but the other two girls demanded to know just what the hell was going on. They were going to find out:

"CRACK!" They heard a sound from upstairs, followed by sobbing, followed by more screaming.

"How dare you agree to something behind my back!" Andrew yelled.

"I'm sorry," Caitlyn sobbed, "I was just giving them my support."

They then heard that smacking sound again, which meant it was pretty obvious; Andrew was beating the crap out of his wife.

"We gotta help her," Lindsay said.

"We can't," Sarah said.

"Well, why the fuck not. I'm sure I could take him," Eva said.

"Just trust me on this one, I know my father better than you do. It won't end well, I tried to help once and it was the worst decision of my life. Trust me, I want to help her, but we can't. That's why I suggested we leave, and then I started acting all slutty. Do you understand now?"

Time: 30 March 2008

"So, you're never really gonna leave, are you?" Trent asked the spirit/hallucination in his head.

"Nope, not anytime soon anyways," Leanne said, "I mean, why would I pass up an opportunity to live a new life… even if it isn't complete."

"Uh-huh…" Trent nodded nonchalantly.

"But there are some perks to living in the body of a teenage male. I mean, you can pretty much eat whatever you want… you get to flirt with totally hot young girls… and fapping's way easier."

"Okay, now you're starting to get a little bit creepy."

"But think about it this way, Trent. I mean, I'll admit to you I was quite the lonely person while I was alive. But now, we're more intimate than the strongest couple in a way. We literally share the same body."

"No we don't!" Trent yelled, "This is my body, and you're just occupying space in my subconscious."

"Maybe it is," Leanne said, "Or maybe you'll whole life has been a lie, and this is really my body and you only exist in my subconscious."

Now Trent was starting to get a tiny little bit… absolutely fucking livid. Since he couldn't physically hurt his tormentor, he could think of nothing better to do than smash his head against the wall. Again… and again… and again…

"Okay, you're starting to wear me out dude," Leanne said, "So I'm going to sleep. Ciao… and have a happy concussion."

After his ninth head bang, Trent began to feel woozy from the self-inflicted wounds, and passed out on his bed, crying himself to sleep in both physical and psychological pain.

Time: 31 March 2008

After a hectic few weeks, Lindsay was finally able to settle down and do nothing that night. So… perfect time for pornography, right?

She checked some of the most recent videos at her favourite sites, and found one very interesting video with a black-haired white girl and her Asian "girlfriend." The white girl looked slightly familiar, but they were both super sexy so Lindsay was able to overlook all this.

At around the 11 minute mark; however, the Asian girl referred to the Caucasian girl as Karen. Lindsay thought nothing of this at first, but then her mind began to wander.

Karen… Karen… Lindsay thought, now where have I heard that name before… Karen… Ka- HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

A/N: Well, thanks for reading guys. As for the trip which will take place over the summer, I'm open to accepting more people, so please tell me who you want to see on that trip… with a few exceptions of course:

1. No characters that are already dead. So, no Leanne, no Shelly, no Amber, no Emily, no Todd, no… I think you get the picture.

2. No OC characters who have not already appeared in the series thus far. I'm not just going to insert a random OC character who's never been mentioned before and stick them in the show.

3. None of the season 4 characters from the canon show. Honestly, I just don't like Season 4.

4. No Ace Morrow. I already have specific plans for her.

For the record, the characters already going are Lindsay, Gwen, Heather, Courtney, Bridgette, Duncan, Geoff, Trent, DJ, Eva, Ezekiel, Jhonen, Jenny, Sarah, Rudy, and of course, Ronnie and Arianna. Other than that, suggest away.

Oh yeah, and congratulations to the Los Angeles Kings for their Stanley Cup victory.