Hannah wants to play FFX-2. Wah.

Leggy: That was completely irrelevant.

Hannah: I'm sorry, friends. Blame my friend for introducing Furcadia to me. THAT is what has STOPPED me from updating!

Leggy: 0.o;; Furcadia?

Hannah: Online RPG. Horribly addictive. ;~;

The, like, two people who showed up to read this: Can you just get to the story? You're boring us.

Other person: *SNORE!*

Hannah: *Goes off to cry*

Leggy: Hannah doesn't own nothing. She's a hobo. .-. Yes, a hobo who secretly plans on living in a trailer in Seattle in the alley of a pencil factory! Goodbye. We'll be back after the fan fic.

Hannah: *runs back* Oh, and the chappie you're reading is to "No Doubt"'s "Bathwater". Inspired by taking baths and listening to "The Singles". Oh, and special thanks to everyone who has been reviewing. I'll get a special thank-you list up soon. (Uber-Special thanks to Jen23, for no real reason. ._.) Oh, and this chappie will switch from..... SOMEBODY'S thoughts to what she is doing WHILE she's thinking. Yeah. This chapter will be a big surprise!!! Yay for surprises........... yes.

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~You and your museum of lovers ~

~The precious collection you've housed in your covers~

~My simpleness threatened by my own admission~

My fingers gripped the plastic knob and turned the chugging water on. With a blast from the spout, the freezing water shot out, sprinkling all over my tender skin. I shivered for a moment, then turned the knob to "medium". I waited for several minutes before running my hand underneath the steaming water, and to my satisfaction, it was perfect. I slipped into the shower and pulled the curtain, sealing me in my cleanly heaven. I pulled up on a little lever on the spout, sending the water to the shower head. Water fell to my puffy red hair.

Now as I ran my fingers through my hair to speed up the wetting, my once fiery red hair began to turn a deep brownish-red. I squirted the shampoo, which was conveniently placed near my feet, into my fingers and lathered my hair. It became soapy and bubbly as I scrubbed it into my skull. A fresh lavender smell filled the warm, foggy air.

Me and the girls had just gotten home. It was the night of Chibodee's grand fight- he certainly showed that Ramario fella. He was such a jerk, scaring poor Chibodee like that-how low. But then again, we ourselves had played some pretty dirty tricks on other teams, collecting info and hitting their weak spot.

Once he was done with the fight, thousands of fans stampeded onto the field, like we were at some college sporting event. Me, Janet, Cath, Bunny, and Chibodee all ran as fast as we could to escape being run over, and we eventually arrived at a street with virtually no one around. It was perfect.

Almost too perfect.

All us girls ran to Chib and threw our arms around him in a collective congratulation. He grinned from ear to ear he pecked us on the tip of our noses sweetly, setting the girls a-giggile. I was the only one blushing of course, taking the sweet thanks to seriously. The red tint faded away quickly as I remembered this was the most average thank you I could possibly receive from that man. I rolled my eyes a small bit, but enough so he would notice. His flashing green eyes danced to mine, giving a questioning look.

"What?" He said cooly. The others looked at me suprisedly, like I had done something terrible.

"Nothing." I said just as cooly back. Or maybe it was more like I said warmly. It kind of made the stiff air between us liven itself up.

"Alright," he declared in a proud voice, "Let's celebrate!" We all threw are hands up in the air in unison, a signal of victory.

~And the bags are much too heavy~

~In my insecure condition~

~My pregnant mind is fatful with envy~

I put my head under the continuous spray of the water, washing out all the purplish foam. It caused the water at my feet to be a milky white as it ran to the drain, sucking it up in a swirly mess.

The celebration ended when Chib got a bit too... intoxicated. Alright, he was flat out drunk. We had to drag him home from the bar we had visited, which had been too smoky and too dark for our tastes. We had suggested to him to go for a night on the town, some clubbing, but he insisted on going to the bar he had found several nights before. The neon light was blinking out the 'ETR' on the sign "Enter", which is a good sign for a bad bar. (Please excuse the pun.)

So anyways, we dragged him home- our little apartment on the otherside of of the busy town. Along the way we were accompanied by some hiccups of pleasure and slight swearing pouring from Chibodee's mouth.

"Oh, be quiet Chibodee," Cath said, slightly annoyed. We were all stuffed into a cab, making us all quite crabby. Chibodee was in the middle of the four of us, swinging his heavy, chiseled arms over our small slender shoulders. He leaned over on Cath's side and breathed into her face. She made a look of shock and horror as the terrible smell went up her nostrils, and Bunny giggled.

"Leave her alone," I said -slightly- aggitated.

"But Shirl," He whined. I looked at him half amused. "I'm bored,"

He sounded just like an immature little boy.

He then leaned on me, doing something that suprised everyone in the cab.(Except the driver, of course.) He planted a big, wet kiss on my cheek. I must have been on fire- all the girls gave me wide-eyed stares. Chibodee himself gave me a sloppy smile as he flopped back into a relaxed position. It felt so different then his normal, little pecks, even if he probably won't even remember kissing me at all. It had made me embarrassed, for the first time.

I bent down and reached for the conditioner. I got a blob of it in my hand and slicked the gobby stuff into my hair. My cheeks were still tinted from the event.

~But I still love to wash in your old bathwater~

~Love to think that you couldn't love another~

~I can't help it... you're my kind of man...~

After a good shave, I pressed down on the little knob on the spout, causing the water to shoot in a thick line into the tub. I put the plug in the drain and watched as the water level rose past my ankles. With a deep sigh of pleasure, I sat down in the tub, engulfing myself in the warm, murky water. My eyes closed as I breathed deeply.

"Aaaah," I whispered aloud. I was drifting in bliss. My hair, which was actually quite long, floated in gravity-defying twirls just under the top of the water. My skin was moist, and my toes stuck out into the air, which was too cold actually- so I scrunched them up so they could hide under the water. I shifted around until I was in a

comfy position, and my lip curled slightly as my skin rubbed the wrong way against the tub. "Mmmph," I grumbled.

The cab pulled up to apartment, and Bunny and Janet drug Chib out of the cab. After paying the driver with a large sum of money, he spun away. We all sighed and the two girls dropped Chibodee to the ground. We gave him a nudge with the tip of our shoes.

"Oh, get up," Cath moaned.

"Ruughnugh..." He moaned back.

"You," I replied, "Can get up on your own," I spat back with a short pause between each word. We 'humphed' and walked into the building. We silently made our way to the old elevator shaft and pressed the button. Tapping our toes, we eventually stepped into the sliding doors. Once we were shut inside, the other girls spoke up.

"Shirley," Bunny said cautiously.

"Yes?"

"Should we go back and get him?"

~Wanted and adored by attractive women~

~Bountiful selection at your digression~

~I know I'm diving into my own destruction~

"No!" I spat back. "He can find his way back up here on his own." I was clearly quite stressed, not wanting to be bothered in the least. The others folded their arms and stood uncomfortably, listening to the irritating beeping of the elevator.

"Are-" Janet voice popped up. Her eyes were squinting, as if she was going to be set aflame if she spoke. "Are you mad at Chibodee for what happened in the cab?"

The elavator stopped and the doors slid open. I huffed and walked to our apartment door.

"I am -not- mad at him," I replied sourly. I jammed the sliding card into the slot, but to no avail. The little light shone a bright red. I jammed it in yet again, and again, but it just wouldn't work. "Ugh!" I threw the card to the floor in frustation. My faced was flushed and I was sweating.

"Relax, Shirley," Cath's voice soothed. "Just calm down. See? The card goes in this way and-" Cath had lifted the card into the slot and the light shone green.

"Welcome home!" An enthusiastic voice rang out. It was recorded voice that was somehow triggered by opening the door.

"I'm sorry, girls," I sighed. "I'm just feeling stressed. You understand, right?"

~So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? ~

~I don't fit in, so why do you want me? ~

~I know I continue… But I just keep trying…~

I shifted yet again in my position. I looked at my hands, which were now wrinkled and sickly looking. Where had my perfect skin gone?

After the apology was accepted, I invited myself to a bath- where I am now.

"I hope they understand," I said aloud. "What I'm going through." I exhaled deeply. I dunked my head yet again into the water.

~'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater~

~Love to think that you couldn't love another~

~I'm on your list of your other women~

~But I still love to wash in your old bathwater~

~You make me feel like you couldn't love another~

~You're my kind of…man~

I sat up and shook my head about, sprinkling water everywhere. My hands and legs pushed me up and I stood for a moment. I then bent over and pulled the plug and watched as all the water suck down the drain.

I opened the curtain and reached for the towel and wrapped around my figure. It had a large star woven in the middle, showing it belonged to Neo-America. I chuckled at the corny design and stepped onto the cold, wet tiles. My head spun back and I looked my reflection in the eye. Her fierce expression had melted away, revealing a sweet, vunerable person.

"See? You can be happy once in a while. No need to feel pressure 24/7." I said to my reflection. I flicked off the light switch and opened the door, sending cold shivers dancing up and down my spine.

The door led into a hallway with all of our rooms along the sides. Each had a flowery design carved into it, making the door seem welcoming. I twisted the knob and slipped into my dark room.

~Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?~

~So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles~

~Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble ~

~Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions ~

I stepped several feet in and felt along the bumpy wall. I successfully found the light switch and flicked in on. Light bursted into the room and I blinked several times to adjust. I made my way to the middle of the room, and looked up. I pulled a string that was attached to the ceiling fan, and the brown blades slowly began to turn. I pulled again, and once more, and a rush of cold air blew at my wet and shivering body. The creamy carpet beneath my feet was speckled brown with the water droplets stringing from my hair.

I peeled off the towel and wrapped it about my shoulders. I slipped into my underwear (and just about fell over from lack of balance) and threw on my deep green night gown, pulling it down to make sure of a comfy fit. I sighed and enclosed my hair into the towel, squeezing it to dry it out. When I dropped the towel to the ground, I looked in the mirror. My hair was stringy and ugly looking.

"I should dry it, make it look nice. That always puts me in a good mood." I sighed to myself. I pulled out the chair that was pushed under the desk (which held the mirror). Sitting down with a thump, I opened the drawers on the cabinet beside me to reveal a brush, some styling gel, and a hand held, portable hair-dryer. I put each on the desk and brushed my hair out thoroghly.

I wonder if Chibodee got in here. What if he's still lying on the street, cold and unknowing?

I shook my head. He's a big boy. He can find his way in here.

"There's that sour side again," I said aloud to my reflection. I continued to brush my hair until it was straight, but still wet.

I reached for the dryer and turned it on. Burning air flew into my face, causing me to scrunch up my eyes. I stuck out my tongue as I began to brush and point the air into my hair. It blew wildy about as I did layer by layer.

But without my knowing, someone was slipping in silently, watching me.

~'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater~

~Love to think that you couldn't love another ~

~Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man ~

~I still love to wash in your old bathwater~

~Make me feel like I couldn't love another ~

Just as I was finishing with my hair, I heard my a noise on my bed. I clicked off the dryer and sighed in relief for the noise of the dryer leaving my ears. I looked to my bed to find the cause of the noise. My eyes widened as I noticed that a certain somebody was sitting there, staring at the floor intently.

"Ch-Chibodee?" I asked, surprised. "Uh-"

He just sat there, twiddling his thumbs.

"What are you doing in here?? When did you get in here??" I semi-yelled. I was very surprised, none-the-less. He looked up sadly and rested his hands in his lap. But one hand quickly went to his head and he rubbed his temples.

"Would you mind not yelling so loudly? I came in here to apologize," He said in his normal, rude yet cute way. I smirked and sat back down.

"For what?" I said cooly. I wouldn't be surprised if the girls had forced him in here, to apologize for something he didn't even remember doing.

"For what happened in the cab," he said, and his eyes reverted from mine. "I tho- I didn't think you would mind..." He said as he placed a hand on his cheek. His legs hung from the bed, and he looked like a little boy being scolded. I sighed and put a hand on my own cheek.

"It-It's fine," I said confidently. I didn't want to get all sappy sounding. Better just forgive an forget. Play it cool. "It's not like I'm not used to to it or anything," I said a bit sarcastically.

He was suddenly blushing and he looked down.

"Alright," he said, yawning. He hopped up, only to suddenly sit back down woozily. He groaned pathetically. Must be a hangover, I thought. I huffed slighty and stood, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He landed into me, head falling over my shoulder. I smiled lightly as he draped himslep about me, and I pulled him to the door.

"You're so heavy, Chibodee," I complained. "Have you been pigging out again?" I joked. He mumbled something inaudible and I opened the door handle. I drug him out into the hall and headed for his room. I opened his door, which had a large star on it, oddly, and I led him into his room. As I was about to let him go onto his bed, I felt him shifting about.

"What is it-?" I said impatiently. His head turned about and I saw his goofy grin and tired green eyes.

~I can't help it...you're my kind of man~

~No I can't help myself~

~I can't help myself~

~I still love to wash in your old bathwater....~

"Goodnight," he said, as he kissed my cheek sloppily.

"Goodnight Chibodee," I said as I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Goodnight,"

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;~; Wah. That wasn't a fun chappie. I'm sorry you had to read that. *throws brick at leggy*

Leggy: Hn?

Hannah: *Cries* Don't you go all Heero-ish on me!!

Leggy: o.o ... ._. -.-;; Okay. Whatever makes you happy.

Hannah: Well, that was a surprising chappie. NEW COUPLE FOR ONCE! And I wasn't used to it so it's pretty BLEH. And I didn't triple-check like normal, so I am very sorry for the slaughtering amounts of errors. ;0;

Leggy: I agree.

Hannah: Die, author slumps of doom. My New Years resolution was to update by the end of vacation.... talk about last minute. ;_;

Leggy: Shut up and leave these people alone. Oh, and I'm supposed to tell you guys.... *looks for cue card* That Hannah won't be updating her G G fics until she finishes her new GS(Golden Sun) story. She likes that one because it has a fun plot. ._.;; So, no updates for you. We're sorry. Please cope with it.

Hannah: They've coped with it for months now! I think they can wait a little while! Yeesh.

Leggy: Hannah is not to happy. She wants to see ROTK again. For the... *Hannah holds up three fingers* Third time. It made her cry.

Sean Astin: EXCUSE ME, I made her cry! You just made her scream.

Leggy: o.0;; Who are YOU?

Hannah: SEAN!!!!! *runs over and huggles his non-shortness*

Sean Astin: I'm Samwise Gamgee, idiot.

Legolas and Leggy fangirls: GASP!

Hannah: *huggles Sammy-Sam*

Random Narrator: GASP! Could it be?? Hannah has a NEW co-author-thingy?? WILL Hannah ever update again? Does she even care??? Tune in.... whenever you get a lil' message telling you to! Will you review? We don't know! Goodnight!

--Sailor Hannah, A.K.A. Conquerer Worm Inc. ._.