~~A.N.~~ Hello again. No little things except. Don't underestimate the knowledge of stupid people!

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"So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Oh. So you just throw empty Sparky cans across the room for absolutely no reason?"

"Yeah." She gave him a look of disappointment then went over and sat on the work bench.

"Fine. You don't wanna tell me what's wrong?" Harper shook his head and put his hands on his hips. "Then we'll talk about something else. So, how's your new girlfriend?" Harper went over and sat on the bench next to her.

"*Smiles* She's fine. *Thinks a moment and frowns* I think."

"What do you mean, you think?"

"I kind of left her alone with Tyr."

"Harper, she's a Magi. I think she'll be okay."

"Good point."

"So, what's wrong?"

"Geeze Holly, give it up."

"No."

"I don't know."

"What?"

"*Smiles at the realization* I don't know what's wrong. I just feel mad."

"Huh. So it really is nothing?"

"*Shrugs* Yeah."

"Weird. Maybe you've been working too hard."

"I wish. Since you little grease monkey's came along I have practically no work to do."

"Well, by all means, take some of ours. We are severely overworked."

"Hey, just give me a shout and I'll be glad to come and help."

"I'll be sure to spread that around."

"Good."

"So you really like this girl?"

"Who?"

"Your new main-squeeze."

"Isa?"

"Yeah, that's her name."

"Yeah. Yah know...I think I love her."

"Your kidding!?"

"Nope."

"Harper that's great! But you do know that you're out of the club right?"

"Which one?"

"The 'We're gonna die sad, pathetic, and alone.' Club."

"You are not going to die sad, pathetic, and alone."

"How do you know?"

"I can for-see the future."

"Harrrrpeeerrrrrrr."

"Okay fine. I'll tell yah, but if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Dylanhasalittlecrushonyou." He told her quickly.

"What? Slow down and say the words."

"Dylan's got a thing for you."

"What!?!"

"Dylan. Has. A. Crush. On. You."

"Really!?!"

"Really."

"Cool. He's hot!"

"Yuck!"

"He is."

"I'm hotter."

"**Looks Harper up and down** Sure you are." She told him sarcastically.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny."

"Yeah it was."

"I hate you."

"Yay!"

"Shut up!"

"Okay."

"You got a crush on Dylan?"

"**Blushes** Maybe."

"Holly." **Look of curiosity**

"Okay, okay, okay. Yes I do."

"Why don't you just ask him out of something?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because he's just that Damn HOT!!"

"Your gonna make me sick."

"Why? Because Dylan's hot!"

"Stop."

"He's really hot!" Now she was taunting him.

"Stop it!" He yelled playfully and jumped off of the bench taking off out of the door. Holly followed close behind him, the whole time she chased him she kept saying that Dylan was hot. ((A.N. It's enough to make yah sick, isn't it?)).

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"Whose quarters are those?" Sammie asked Tyr for what felt like the millionth time.

"Mine." He said plainly.

"Cool." Sam said.

"What about that one?" Isa asked.

"Trance's." He said.

"What about..." Sam began.

"Is your sole purpose in life to bother me?" Tyr was finally tired of their stupid questions.

"Tyr, no offense, but you're a terrible tour guide. You just Oh-So much fun to tease." Isa told him. Tyr was about to respond when Harper came bolting around the corner, followed closely by Holly. Harper ran past both Sammie and Tyr and hid behind Isa ((A.N. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but work with me here)).

"Seamus, honey, what are you doing?" She (Isa) asked as she turned her head and looked at him.

"Hiding from Holly."

"Her?" Isa asked pointing to Holly.

"Yeah." Isa arched an eyebrow at him. "She's torturing me."

"How?" Sammiejo asked.

"Oh, hi Sam. Well, she...."

"I keep saying that Dylan's hot." Holly cut him off. Isa and Sam looked at each other and shrugged.

"It's all in what cha like. Right Worm?" Isa asked.

"Right." Sammie responded.