Neptune was very happy. Great. Uranus opened her door to her room, and they slipped inside. The room was full of medals, and golden stuff. Nice room, said Neptune. Uranus smiled. Yep. You can chang- oh. Oh, no. Your nightgown must be in your room! Neptune nodded sadly. Well, then, I guess you will have to use mine! She ran to her chestnut-wood wardrobe and brought out a light pink, slightly see-through ^.~, nightgown which was covered in lace. Oh, that's yours? Neptune giggled again. I think you would be the kind of person who wore… pajamas! Uranus grinned. Correct-domon-do! This is my mother's old nightgown that she wore when she was little. Neptune sighed. She wanted to wear something that was Amara's. It is verry pretty, she said, admiring the tucks and frills here and there. She went to the bathroom, changed into it, and came out, acting like a model, turning around to let Uranus admire how it looked on her. It was absolutely gorgeous. The simple tucks and thin lace made it look even more nice on her. Princess Uranus gaped. Then she shut her mouth, and went inside the bathroom to change. She came out, wearing a loose t-shirt, and some baggy pants. Princess Neptune smiled. That is what you call pajamas? Princess Uranus smiled. Well, it's not like I go shopping so I can sleep beautifuly. Neptune frowned. She climbed into the 2 people bed. So did Princess Uranus. They both went to sleep. Next morning, Princess Uranus got up, and stared at Neptune, taking advantage that she was asleep. Her aqua locks were scattered about, and there was a childish look on her face that made Uranus want to hug her. She got up, brushed her teeth, while taking care that every single one got at least ten seconds. She took a apple from the fruit bowl of her table, cut it into perfect pieces with a flick of her wrist, got a bowl of conflakes and a plate, then placed the apples in the plate, piled whipped cream (yum!) on it, poured milk in her cereal, and turned around, seeing Princess Neptune stare at her in atmost pleasure. You are very funny! She said smiling. What do you mean, I am funny? Princess Uranus started to hate her teasing voice. You act like a robot, I always do different things every morning. You do this every day, don't you? Add a little fun in your lif- Uranus interrupted. Me? Not have fun? Your kidding me? Why I ought to… you cheeky… she lunged at her and missed. Princess Neptune looked magnificent, and cocky. I heard you run like the wind, Uranus… now you run like a slug! He he he… Uranus lunged again., and nearly tore Neptune's nightgown. Then she realized she was out of practice. She called the wind in her head. A cool breeze enveloped them, fanning out Michelle's hair. Now Uranus was ready to lunge. Princess Neptune saw this, and knew she would not miss this time. Uranus lunged, and nearly knocked Michelle out. She got up, shaking, and Uranus lunged again. Her arms tightened around her and she tickled Michelle REALLY HARD. Neptune screamed for mercy. Stop, she gasped. Please- ha ha!- STOP!!! Please stop! Amara, you're killing me! Amar- She suddenly realized how good Amara's arms felt around her. She dug herself more into her, wanting her warmth, having many parts of her thin nightgown tattered, causing Amara to gasp. I think I over did it… Amara stopped tickling her, pulled herself away, and her eyes bulged. There was a tear along from Michelle's right shoulder to her left hip bone. The wind blew. Michelle felt cold in those spots and she looked at herself, and nearly screamed. She blushed so much, she looked like a tomato. Speaking of that, so did Amara. Amara turned her head away, and broke the silence. Um, maybe you should, um… take a bath and… run over to your room… and get changed. Michelle felt like she was getting put away. She ran to Amara, and put her arms on her shoulder, and pressed herself to Amara's back. Amara shivered with fear and pleasure. Amara, please. Can't I stay longer? Please? Amara gulped. She wanted so bad to say yes, so she did! Michelle, go and change into your gown that you wore yersterday, you can change at your corridors. Michelle nodded. She turned her back, to get her gown, and couldn't find it. She looked and looked. Finally, Amara couldn't stand waiting for her to get dressed. She went into the bathroom, shut the door (which swung slightly open- it was a door that locked when it was closed) and took off her clothes, jumped into the tub, and closed her eyes. Michelle finally found her gown, under the large bed. She picked it up, wondered where Amara was, shook her head about her always dissappearing, and went inside the bathroom.