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Notes: Oops! In my last chapter I made a slight error, I corrected it so
you may want to go back and re-read the end of the phone conversation. ^^;
sorry about that!
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"T-trouble, what kind of trouble?" Scarlet's lip trembled. She had been eavesdropping and she had heard the mention of Dementor's name. It served her right for being so sneaky; now she wished she had just left the room. Drakken bit his lip knowing that Dementor was gone by now. "Dementor called." "I know!" Scarlet blurted out then quickly covered her mouth. A sly smile formed at Drakken's lips. He knew she had listened in! He knew this girl too well, he saw behind her innocent freckles and baby-blue eyes, though Scarlet might have been as sweet as sugar and as delicate as the cherry blossom, she never did ever learn to have respect for people's privacy. Neither Drakken, Nor Shego minded her fault; it was only natural for her. From Scarlet's over-whelming life of fame and fans, it was easy to see that she had never learned the value of solitude.
"What did he want?" Scarlet spoke very anxiously now. Drakken knew what she wanted to hear and this time he didn't have to lie. "He didn't mention you Scarlet." Scarlet breathed in relief and the color started to come back to her face. "Good." Scarlet responded as she fumbled around her clothing bag for a comb. She had found her zig – zag comb, and her normal one, but not her wide toothed comb. "But he wants us to meet him up at the Sunset Diner on Sunday." Drakken said in a discontented tone.
As expected Scarlet jumped back in terror. "What?! No!" Scarlet shrieked, her happy smile turning upside-down. The last person Scarlet-Rose wanted to be in contact with was Dementor. The sick, twisted, crush he had on her freaked her out to an utmost. She was eighteen, and he was in his Mid-forties. It was wrong and Scarlet couldn't wait till he, her torture vine, was gone.
"What is going on here?" Shego irritably stomped into the lab. A fluffy forest-green towel was wrapped tightly around her dry slim milky body. Drakken stared at her hypnotized. Her body was so striking. She had a healthy body, which was something to be proud of. Drakken couldn't stand to see bones popping out of these anorexia girls. "Shego. . ." He purred moving closer to her. Shego's eyes were bleak and hostile. "What is going on here?" She repeated.
Scarlet-Rose could tell Shego wasn't in a favorable humor so she pulled Drakken away. "Dementor called Shego. I was in a bit of a frantic state. My apologies." Shego looked at Scarlet and smiled pleasantly. "It's alright Scarlet." Shego said in a comforting voice. Scarlet laughed lightly and said, "It's quite alright. He didn't mention me this round." "Good." Shego's voice was full of relief. "He wants to meet us at the Sunset Diner on Sunday," "He doesn't want you to wear your chemical ray gloves." Drakken added. Although this request was foreign to Shego, She didn't make any comment of it. "Oh." She said purely turning back to the lavatory. 'Why at the Sunset Diner?' Shego asked herself. Then she challenged her mind with an even more difficult question. 'And why not wear my gloves?' The gloves were a useful tool for battle. Sure, the powers were inside her from the Go- Team glow. Shego could use her powers with or without them. But her gloves had been specially made. They were made with a material that magnified her glow about ten times more than what it was. This made her much more powerful. Shego sighed. "Anything else?" Drakken sighed as well and looked very old. "No dear, go take your shower." Shego faintly nodded and walked back into the lavatory.
Drakken and Scarlet looked at each other, exchanging worried expressions. Shego was acting really outlandish. What was going on?
Scarlet-Rose absently collected her clothes and started out of the lab before she said, "Drakken, I don't think you should worry about Shego." She tried to comfort him. She was deeply concerned under her bright and sunny face. What was going on with Shego?
When Scarlet had left, Drakken gathered his thoughts. What could possibly be wrong with Shego? She had her dire days but she had never been this touchy. She was going through dramatic mood swings, and was quite dejected. She almost seemed like an alien. Was this really the woman he had come to know and find irresistible? Wait. Drakken had heard of this before. Girls often did act . . . abnormal around a certain time of the month. Drakken's thoughts raced. Could Shego . . . dare he say it . . . "Have PMS?" He whispered to himself. Yes, he said it. And it only seemed logical for her strange attitudes. Although Shego had never acted this weird before, maybe she was just having a really bad round. Drakken nodded and started to leave the lab himself, It was time he visited the drug store.
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"T-trouble, what kind of trouble?" Scarlet's lip trembled. She had been eavesdropping and she had heard the mention of Dementor's name. It served her right for being so sneaky; now she wished she had just left the room. Drakken bit his lip knowing that Dementor was gone by now. "Dementor called." "I know!" Scarlet blurted out then quickly covered her mouth. A sly smile formed at Drakken's lips. He knew she had listened in! He knew this girl too well, he saw behind her innocent freckles and baby-blue eyes, though Scarlet might have been as sweet as sugar and as delicate as the cherry blossom, she never did ever learn to have respect for people's privacy. Neither Drakken, Nor Shego minded her fault; it was only natural for her. From Scarlet's over-whelming life of fame and fans, it was easy to see that she had never learned the value of solitude.
"What did he want?" Scarlet spoke very anxiously now. Drakken knew what she wanted to hear and this time he didn't have to lie. "He didn't mention you Scarlet." Scarlet breathed in relief and the color started to come back to her face. "Good." Scarlet responded as she fumbled around her clothing bag for a comb. She had found her zig – zag comb, and her normal one, but not her wide toothed comb. "But he wants us to meet him up at the Sunset Diner on Sunday." Drakken said in a discontented tone.
As expected Scarlet jumped back in terror. "What?! No!" Scarlet shrieked, her happy smile turning upside-down. The last person Scarlet-Rose wanted to be in contact with was Dementor. The sick, twisted, crush he had on her freaked her out to an utmost. She was eighteen, and he was in his Mid-forties. It was wrong and Scarlet couldn't wait till he, her torture vine, was gone.
"What is going on here?" Shego irritably stomped into the lab. A fluffy forest-green towel was wrapped tightly around her dry slim milky body. Drakken stared at her hypnotized. Her body was so striking. She had a healthy body, which was something to be proud of. Drakken couldn't stand to see bones popping out of these anorexia girls. "Shego. . ." He purred moving closer to her. Shego's eyes were bleak and hostile. "What is going on here?" She repeated.
Scarlet-Rose could tell Shego wasn't in a favorable humor so she pulled Drakken away. "Dementor called Shego. I was in a bit of a frantic state. My apologies." Shego looked at Scarlet and smiled pleasantly. "It's alright Scarlet." Shego said in a comforting voice. Scarlet laughed lightly and said, "It's quite alright. He didn't mention me this round." "Good." Shego's voice was full of relief. "He wants to meet us at the Sunset Diner on Sunday," "He doesn't want you to wear your chemical ray gloves." Drakken added. Although this request was foreign to Shego, She didn't make any comment of it. "Oh." She said purely turning back to the lavatory. 'Why at the Sunset Diner?' Shego asked herself. Then she challenged her mind with an even more difficult question. 'And why not wear my gloves?' The gloves were a useful tool for battle. Sure, the powers were inside her from the Go- Team glow. Shego could use her powers with or without them. But her gloves had been specially made. They were made with a material that magnified her glow about ten times more than what it was. This made her much more powerful. Shego sighed. "Anything else?" Drakken sighed as well and looked very old. "No dear, go take your shower." Shego faintly nodded and walked back into the lavatory.
Drakken and Scarlet looked at each other, exchanging worried expressions. Shego was acting really outlandish. What was going on?
Scarlet-Rose absently collected her clothes and started out of the lab before she said, "Drakken, I don't think you should worry about Shego." She tried to comfort him. She was deeply concerned under her bright and sunny face. What was going on with Shego?
When Scarlet had left, Drakken gathered his thoughts. What could possibly be wrong with Shego? She had her dire days but she had never been this touchy. She was going through dramatic mood swings, and was quite dejected. She almost seemed like an alien. Was this really the woman he had come to know and find irresistible? Wait. Drakken had heard of this before. Girls often did act . . . abnormal around a certain time of the month. Drakken's thoughts raced. Could Shego . . . dare he say it . . . "Have PMS?" He whispered to himself. Yes, he said it. And it only seemed logical for her strange attitudes. Although Shego had never acted this weird before, maybe she was just having a really bad round. Drakken nodded and started to leave the lab himself, It was time he visited the drug store.
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