SO SORRY for the late update! I just downloaded limewire and have been spoiling myself with it, plus there's been a million parties this month that I've been attending... Oh well, it's finally here now, right?

Oh yes... NEXT chapter will be the good one I was talking about in the last chapter. I felt like I needed to cover some things in this chapter.

Enjoy!

"So Bra, how are you going to show mom and dad that progress report?" Trunks asked, eyeing me briefly before looking back at the road again. School was over for the weekend, and I had convinced Trunks to stay away from home until after school. There was no way they were having a family reunion without me – plus Burro wouldn't have been home anyway.

I was so excited about Trunks's return that I had completely forgotten about the stupid progress reports going home with us today. All my grades are A's, but my behavior points aren't too great...

I shrugged. "I'll tell mom after our reunion, when she's in a good mood," I answered simply. "That's what I always do when I get bad grades anyway."

Trunks smirked. "Just be sure they don't see it beforehand."

I put my eyebrow down in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked carefully.

The car slowed down as the light turned yellow. "When I came home from school with a D on my progress report that one time, mom and dad were fighting so I decided to hide it in my room until they cooled down," Trunks answered. "Well, I forgot all about it, and the next day that stupid robot picked it up cleaning my room and brought it straight to dad during breakfast! He and mom had a fit."

I started laughing. "Oh yeah! I remember that! That was back when I first started school, and I was in kindergarten! I got so scared when I saw mom and dad's reaction to a stupid piece of paper from school with grades on it that I was scared to get anything below an A!"

Trunks started laughing too as he stepped on the gas and sped through the green light. "Yeah, and I remember the next day I got so mad at the robot that I took it outside and blew it up when I was home alone."

I laughed some more but then stopped. "I was home too. You were babysitting me."

Trunks stopped laughing too and glanced at me with a confused expression. "What? No I wasn't."

"Yes you were," I retorted. "I remember watching the metal parts of the robot fall down from the sky after a big boom."

He smirked. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive!"

"Alright then," he said, obviously not believing it from the tone of his voice.

"Trunks I remember that!"

"I believe you!"

"Whatever," I said, looking out the side window. I found myself smiling. Even though they were arguments, I enjoyed having them with Trunks once in a while. They're always playful arguments, and never mean anything in the end. 'Hmph,' I thought, 'And I'd rather have arguments with Trunks than with dad.'

Trunks must have sensed me in deep thought. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I replied as happily as I could. Bad thoughts of dad were running through my mind now; thoughts that I definitely want to forget.

"You're lying."

I smirked and looked at him. "Yes I am," I agreed.

He smiled. "What are you thinking about?"

I hesitated. Should I really tell him more about dad? If I told him I was thinking about him, Trunks would question me further on the subject. I had described dad briefly at the café – I didn't really want Trunks to start hating him too.

But I can't hold anything from him. I always end up telling him everything in the end. And he always understands me. I smirked. 'And he knows when not to get involved,' I thought, remembering when I used to come to him when I was fighting with some of my friends back in middle school. God was I so immature then...

"I'm thinking about dad," I finally said.

The car stopped at another red light and he looked at me. I can't describe his face – you could tell he was confused, yet understood me at the same time. But it's not like his face was twisted up or anything.

He stared at me for a time before asking, "More has been happening between you and him than what you described at the café. Am I right?"

I smiled softly. "Yes," I answered.

He smiled too. "Tell me."

I sighed. "Fine, but promise me you won't get involved unless its absolutely necessary," I answered.

He nodded.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in the car seat and looking out the window at the cars passing by the intersection. How should I start this out? I had just told Trunks that dad and I got into fights – he probably thought they were just verbal ones. How can I tell him some were physical too?

"Dad... hits me sometimes," I started out stupidly. I could only think of that way to put it.

I could see Trunks's blue eyes widen a bit.

"A few nights ago he accused me of mating with Goten because I was over at his house sparring with him," I went on, "and when I told him I wasn't and tried to soften up to him, he slapped my cheek." My left hand unconsciously touched my cheek, which was pretty much healed. It was still kind of sore, but it wasn't pink anymore.

Trunks's mouth had dropped a little bit.

"And before that, Burro and Vigo had basically blown up the kitchen – there were eggs on the wall, burnt toast everywhere, milk on the floor... and I walked in to get a poptart for breakfast. Well, I was pretty much frozen with shock that I didn't realize dad was coming – but they did. They shoved a piece of toast in my hands and ran out of the room. Then dad walks in and sees me with a piece of toast and gets all angry and pushes me onto one of the counters," I said, feeling more tears welling up in my eyes. "I was barely awake and couldn't defend myself, and I have this nasty bruise on my shoulder blade from the impact."

Someone behind us beeped their horn. Trunks immediately snapped back to reality and hit the gas pedal. The car ahead of us was way past the light at this point.

There was silence in the car until we reached Capsule Corp. Trunks stopped the car but just sat there, staring at the dashboard. I looked up at the sky, fighting back those stupid tears. 'Why would I feel the need to cry over something like this?' I thought angrily. 'It's been happening for a while now – I should be used to it!'

Finally Trunks turned off the car and got out. I followed his example. I walked around the back of the car and up to his side at the driveway. He was now staring at the huge dome building in front of us.

I looked up at him for a minute before touching his arm. "Trunks?" I asked softly. "Are you okay?"

He closed his eyes and turned his head towards me, smiling softly. Then he pulled me into a hug.

I couldn't stop them. Those stupid tears finally fell.

He rubbed my back while I silently cried. Luckily he was wearing a black shirt, so tear stains wouldn't be noticeable. I didn't mean to cry – it just kind of happened.

But what am I crying about?

"I'm so sorry Bra," Trunks finally said. "I had no idea what was going on. If I had known about dad, I would have definitely come by and had a word with him. I can't believe he thinks he can do that to you..." he trailed off.

I pulled away and wiped my face off. "It's okay Trunks," I said. He was looking above me, probably staring off at the houses down the street or something. I tapped him on the front of his shoulder. He looked down at me again. "Is my face red?" I asked. I didn't want anyone to suspect me crying.

He smiled and shook his head. "Bra, I don't think your face has ever turned red when you've cried," he said teasingly.

I started laughing. Probably true. Pan has said the same thing. But they've only seen me crying for a short amount of time.

I looked back at the house. "Are you ready?" I asked, glancing at him and fiddling with my purse to find the key. Once I had finally found it, I walked up to the house with him by my side and opened the door. It seemed empty, but I knew everyone was home.

"Bra honey?"

I smiled. Mom always calls when someone opens the door.

"Yes?" I called back. She was probably in the kitchen.

"Just making sure it was you."

I smirked and jogged into the kitchen, making sure Trunks wasn't right behind me. Sure enough, mom was there, stirring something on the stove. I leaned on the counter.

"Hey mom, is it okay if I brought someone with me?" I asked, trying my best not to smirk. But it wasn't working.

She looked at me and lifted her eyebrows. "Depends on who it is!" she said with a small chuckle before turning back to the stove.

Then loud footsteps were heard as Trunks entered the kitchen. Mom turned her head back to us and gasped. "Trunks!" she exclaimed, running over to him and giving him a big hug. "You're home!"

Trunks laughed. "Yes mom, I'm home," he said.

"So how are you?" Mom asked, pulling away and looking up at him. I smiled. Dad and her were about the same height, so she never really had to look up at him unless he levitated up. I remember how she used to complain about how it wasn't fair that Trunks was taller than her.

"I'm fine, but very tired."

"I'm sure you would be after that constant traveling that you do!" Mom said. I chuckled.

"So how long are you staying?" she went on.

Trunks's eyes lit up a bit. "About a month."

Mom's eyes widened as she jumped back on him again. "A month?! That's great Trunks!" she exclaimed. Trunks and I laughed.

But then mom pulled back, her eyes gleaming, and announced: "Let's have a welcome home party!"

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Alright, I admit – I LOVE parties. Parties are one of my most favorite things in the world. But when last minute parties are scheduled, and you're already exhausted from earlier that day and know you have a progress report waiting to be shown, it doesn't sound like much fun.

Mom had gathered all the robots together and programmed them to do certain chores while telling Trunks, Burro, and I to do the finishing touches. I quickly threw on a halter jean dress, Burro stayed in his fighting uniform (him and dad were sparring), dad just slipped on some sweatpants and a tank, and Trunks stayed in his black shirt and khaki pants. After mom had called everyone telling them a party was being held at her house that night, she went upstairs and changed into short red dress. That was probably one of the craziest 2 hours of my life.

Luckily, Pan and her family were the first to arrive. They were all fairly dressed up – even Vigo. I heard Burro make a remark about his outfit, even though it was the most casual of them all. My little brother is so rude.

Then Chi Chi and Goten arrived, followed by Uub, and then Krillin's family. I noticed that throughout the whole party, Goten and Marron flirted. Pan noticed this too, and asked me about it in one of the hallways.

"What does Marron think she's doing?!" she asked me angrily.

I was a bit surprised at her reaction. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"She's flirting with Uncle Goten!"

"So?"

"Who does she think she is?!"

I was very surprised at how overprotective Pan was being. "Pan calm down! Goten's a big boy and Marron's a big girl, they can do what they want," I stated simply. "And besides, its about time Goten found a decent girlfriend, and maybe a wife."

Pan's jaw dropped. "A decent girlfriend?! When did he ask her out?!"

"He didn't," I answered, "yet." I smirked. Pan was about to protest but I cut her off with my hands. "Pan, Goten has the right to do what he wants, and so does Marron. Besides, I think they'd make a cute couple."

Pan sighed. "Maybe... I guess I am being a little overprotective about it..."

"A little?" I asked teasingly. She glared. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Come on," I said, grabbing her wrist. "Let's get back to the party."

"Hey everyone!" Mom called just as we came out from the hallway. Dad was off in the corner standing by himself, Pan's mom, Chi Chi, and 18 were talking, Krillin was talking to Gohan, and Trunks, Goten, Marron, and Uub were in a cluster by the table. And the boys... um, they weren't here?...

"There are refreshments in the other room!" Mom went on, and as soon as she said that, everyone started walking her way. I was pretty hungry too, so I dragged Pan along with me. We met up with Trunks and the others and walked to the refreshments together.

But once we got there, we all gasped. All the food was gone! The tables were there, but they were bare. 'How weird...' I thought, making a face.

"Hey Bra," I heard Marron ask, "I thought you said your mom had food?"

I put down my eyebrow in confusion. "Yeah, she did..." I said, trailing off, studying the empty tables. There weren't even trays. "I even saw some robots making them." 'And I know I saw them put the food on the trays...' I thought as I realized what had happened.

"I bet I know who did this!" I announced. Everyone looked at me.

"Did what?" Goten asked stupidly.

I glared at him. "Stole the food!"

"Oh," he said, putting his hand behind his head and grinning at him. I rolled my eyes, but them smiled sweetly.

"Please follow me," I said as I turned on my heel and walked up the stairs. I could tell there was hesitation, but everyone soon followed.

I led them into our bedroom hallway. I first peeked in the den – no one was there. I figured that – they're probably in Burro's room.

I walked past my room and my bathroom and soon got to Burro's room. I knocked first – no answer. I rolled my eyes and pushed open the door. No one was in there. No lights were on either, showing signs that no one had been in here earlier (Burro usually leaves his light on).

My mouth dropped. I was wrong?!

"Er, Bra?" Goten asked. "I thought you said you knew who had stolen the food."

"I... I thought I did," I said lightly, not convinced I was wrong. 'I could of sworn it was Burro and Vigo,' I thought. 'Who else would have done it?'

"Well you thought wrong," mom said as she turned around and walked back down the hallway. I could tell she was angry.

People were walking back down the hallway. Gohan seemed to be looking around for someone. He brushed by Trunks and walked up to Pan.

"Pan, have you seen your brother?" he asked.

She shook her head and made a face. "No?"

Suddenly Videl closed a door and walked over to us with a small smile on her face. "I believe I found him, and your little brother too," she said quietly, directing the last phrase to me. Then she nodded her head in the direction of my room.

'What?...' I asked myself, confused at first. Then I understood. My eyes widened as I marched to my room and opened the door.

Sure enough, the two little brats were sitting on my bed with all the food trays around them, watching tv. There were crumbs all over my bed and the floor, and stains on my blue comforter.

My mouth dropped. But this time they knew I was here. They looked at me, terrified for a minute, before Vigo said, "Uhhh... hi Bra!..."

I finally found words. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I screamed, making them (and some others behind me) cover their ears. I could hear some more people running up the stairs to see what was going on.

I charged at the boys, who dodged my attack. They ran around the trays on the floor and burst through the people still in the doorway. I stopped myself just before I fell in one of the chocolate trays. 'THOSE BRATS!' I screamed to myself before I turned around in the air and flew through the people in the doorway too. But I didn't have to do anything more. Gohan was standing there, holding both boys by the back of their shirts.

He grinned at me and lifted them up. They were both squirming to be let free. "Are these the ones that stole the food?" he asked.

I smiled back. "Hmm... I'm not sure, but... yes, it had to of been them," I answered, going along with it.

Mom and Videl took a step forward. "You boys better realize that you're going to be punished for this!" mom yelled. Videl nodded.

Burro looked at mom, horrified, but Vigo pouted. "But –"

"No buts Vigo!" Videl cut him off. He bowed his head in shame. Then Videl sighed and turned towards mom. "I think we better go now," she said quietly.

Pan and I glanced at each other before Pan asked, "Mom, can I stay a while longer?"

Videl nodded. "Sure, come home when the party's over. As for Vigo..." she trailed off glaring at him.

Gohan set Burro down on the ground, who immediately crossed his arms and glared at mom. Then Gohan swung Vigo over his shoulder and walked down the steps with Videl following.

"Thank you Bulma!" she called behind her. "Bye everyone! Bye Trunks! Nice seeing you again!"

"Bye!" everyone returned as Videl slowly walked out of our vision. Then we all looked at each other.

Mom sighed. "So who wants refreshments?" she asked wearily.

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I made a face and picked up a used napkin on the floor with punch stains on it. 'I bet this is Uncle Goten's,' I thought as I walked over to the trash can and threw it away. Bra also walked up to the trash can and threw away half a cookie.

"Pan, I think your uncle made half this mess," she stated.

"I agree." Then I turned around and walked over to the food table to help Bulma pack away some of the food. She smiled wearily before walking off into the kitchen. The party was over, and it was now clean up time. Since I decided to spend the night at Bra's, I had to help clean up. Uub had also stayed late to help us.

"Hey mom, I'm gonna go upstairs and unpack some more stuff," Trunks called to the kitchen before turning to the stairs. I smiled softly to myself. I still can't believe he's finally back. All this time I've spent dreaming about him, and he's finally here again.

"Okay Trunks, go to bed early tonight and catch up on some rest!" Bulma replied.

"Yes mother," Trunks sarcastically called back. Bra and I exchanged glances in amusement. Trunks is a grown man, and Bulma is still telling him what to do.

I set the cookie tray on the counter next to the brownies and cupcakes Bulma brought in earlier. When I walked out, Uub was walking down the stairs with the hand-vacuum. I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. What was he doing?

"Hey Bra, where do I put this?" he asked, lifting up the small vacuum slightly in her direction.

Bra put the hand sweeper down and crawled out from under the table. "You can just give it to me," she said, walking over to him with a smile. "I was looking for that to get some of the crumbs under the table..." she went on before pausing and looking at Uub in a questioning matter. "What were you doing with it anyway?" she asked.

He smiled. "I was using it to clean up the crumbs in your room," he answered.

I found myself smiling. Uub is the sweetest guy I know. Only he would do something like that. I probably wouldn't have even done it for Bra. But I guess it's different in his case. I'm not the one that likes her.

I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from smirking at that thought. It's true – I found that out at lunch after telling him I liked Trunks. He figured since I told him who I liked, it was only fair if he told me, despite the fact that I'm her best friend. Of course, he's her best friend too... but whatever. I could tell he was nervous in telling me, which probably means he likes her a lot.

To tell you the truth, I actually think that Bra and him would make an awesome pair. They get along so nicely, even if they are completely different. I guess opposites attract in this case.

I saw Bra's face light up and her jaw dropped. "You did that?!" she exclaimed before leaning over a little in disbelief. "Why?"

Uub shrugged. "It needed to be done, and it seemed like you guys had everything under control down here," he answered simply at complete ease.

... Well, he was at complete ease until Bra hugged him. I saw his eyes widen a little and he shot a worried glance at me. I smirked and winked at him before turning away. But what I witnessed when I looked in the doorway of the kitchen was far more amusing than Uub's face.

I burst out laughing. There, standing in the doorway, was Burro in a white frilly apron, holding the handle of the big vacuum in one hand with a feather duster in the other. He was trying hard not to blush and to keep his smirk on his face, but it wasn't working.

I soon heard Bra laughing too.

Bulma walked out behind Burro with a smirk and amusement dancing in her eyes. "Thank you all for your help. Burro will take it from here," she said, placing her hand on his spiky hair, which he quickly ducked away from.

"Mom, that's my old apron!" Bra exclaimed once she had stopped laughing.

Bulma smiled. "I know. And Burro just looks so cute in it," she added. When she saw him tense up in shock, she took the opportunity to ruffle his hair. He looked like he was about to cry from embarrassment.

Bra took this opportunity to tease him further. "Oh no," she said in a sad voice. "Is the big bad Saiyan prince about to cry?"

His eyes widened as he took a step back. "No!" he quickly retorted. I grinned, and I'm sure Bra did too (I was standing in front of her and Uub).

Bulma then pushed Burro out of the kitchen and into the room. "Get to work!" she ordered. He made a face but turned on the vacuum and started vacuuming (very awkwardly I might add).

After watching Burro for a few seconds, I turned around to Bra and Uub. Bra was happily watching Burro vacuum – I could tell she was thoroughly amused. Uub was also watching, but looked at me once I turned around.

-I think I'm gonna leave now- I suddenly heard him say in my mind. I glanced at the clock. 9:53. I turned back to him and nodded.

"Hey Bra, I'm gonna leave now," he managed to say over the vacuum. Bra quickly turned to him. I saw her smirk.

"You sure you don't wanna sleep over?" she asked teasingly. Uub's mouth dropped a little and he sweat dropped. I smirked too. Poor Uub.

"Er –"

"I'm just joking," Bra said with a grin and quickly hugging him again. His face immediately turned pink, but Bra didn't seem to notice. "Thanks for all your help," she added.

Uub nodded with a soft smile. Once again he was relaxed. "See you later," he said, looking at me briefly during his farewell. I nodded in return.

"Bye!" Bra called as he walked towards the door and left. Once he was gone, she turned towards me and gestured towards the stairs, where her room was. I smiled and followed her up. Once we got to her room, we both smiled. The floor looked very clean, and so did the comforter.

"He's so sweet..." I heard Bra say before we walked into her room. I walked straight to her closet to grab something more comfortable to wear. She followed me.

"You change in here, I gotta pee," she said before grabbing pj's and running to her bathroom. I rolled my eyes. 'Typical Bra,' I thought with a smile as I picked out green shorts with frogs all over them and a matching tank. I quickly changed and walked out and jumped onto her bed. 'I always beat her changing...' I thought as I stared at her fan.

"Hey Bra?"

I jumped and looked in the direction of her door. 'Oh shit,' I exclaimed in my mind as I found myself blushing a bit at my reaction. It was only Trunks.

He looked very amused at my reaction to his voice.

"Sorry Pan," he managed to say without laughing.

I smiled. "You've been gone so long Trunks, I can barely recognize your voice anymore!" I teased.

He grinned. "Well I'll be here for a while, so you might as well get used to it Panny," he retorted. I rolled my eyes in a playful manner.

"Bra's in the bathroom," I stated as he opened his mouth to ask something, but soon closed it after I said that and smirked.

"Oh okay," he said. "I was just wondering why Burro was downstairs dusting off the fireplace..."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, that's his punishment for eating with Vigo in Bra's room," I explained.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Only mom would do something like that..." he mumbled quietly to himself. I smiled. He's so cute...

'Oh my god Pan just shut the hell up!'

I almost smacked myself. 'Idiot, don't think that stuff when he's around or else you'll get nervous!' I scolded myself, but then realized how silly I was being. I decided just to drop the whole subject before Trunks asked if something was on my mind.

"So what are you two gonna do?" he asked, sitting down on Bra's pink, fluffy chair. I smirked at his choice of seating, and smiled inwardly that he didn't ask what I might be thinking about.

"I dunno, we just got up here, and she's been in the bathroom ever since..." I answered, trailing off and looking at the door.

As if on cue, Bra walked out in a pair of pink pjs. She smiled at me and started walking towards her laundry basket when she saw Trunks and jumped.

"Oh, hey Trunks, you scared me," she said as she continued on towards the basket. I smirked and he laughed.

"Yeah, I scared Pan too," he said, leaning back in the pink chair and making it squeak. He quickly sat back up, but Bra had heard it and spun around.

"If you break that chair I'm gonna kill you!" she threatened.

His eyes widened at her outburst and put his hands up. "Geez, sorry sis, I didn't mean to –"

"Get out of it, your too heavy to sit in it anyway," she interrupted him as she walked over to him, grabbed his arm and gave it a tug. He looked confused and surprised.

"Bra, you weigh more than I do!" he teased.

"I do not!" she screeched.

I laughed. "Sorry Trunks, but I think Bra's right on this one," I said from my position on her bed.

He glanced at me with his eyebrow down in confusion. "Pan, your supposed to be on my side!" he whined childishly.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Who said that?" I asked slyly.

"Urghh, come ON Trunks get UP!" Bra said, planting her feet in the carpet and pulling with all her might. Trunks seemed surprised when he found that he was actually being lifted up.

"Wow Bra, you've been training!" he stated the obvious as he got up on his own.

Bra seemed to forget about everything as she beamed at him. "Yes I have been," she answered, proud that he noticed. I smiled. 'Bra's been working really hard trying to become stronger,' I thought. And, even though I hate to admit it, her and Vegeta's fights actually helped her with her training. If the fights got really bad, she'd sometimes fly over to my house or Goten's house to spar with someone and work off steam. Sometimes I'd fight with her, and sometimes my dad would. Her and I are almost even in power now, so she gets more of a work out with my dad and Goten.

"Have you been sparring with dad?" he asked thoughtlessly.

As soon as he said it, I felt Bra's happiness quickly being replaced with sadness. She even lowered her head a little. I bit my lip. Trunks seemed to realize what he said too by the look that crossed his face.

But before he could take back what he said, Bra turned around and walked towards the back corner of her room. "No," she answered flatly. "I've been sparring with Pan, Gohan, and Goten," she added.

"Oh," Trunks said quietly.

"Dad doesn't have time to spar with me anyway," Bra muttered quietly, looking down at the floor.

I looked at Trunks, worried. Sometimes she gets really upset when she thinks about Vegeta - I can tell even if she never admits it.

"I'm sorry Bra," Trunks apologized, loudly enough for Bra to hear, but still pretty quiet for his normal setting. "The real thing that matters is that you've been training with someone – even if it wasn't dad."

"She can go Super Saiyan," I suddenly blurted out.

Both snapped their heads toward me with surprised expressions. But soon Bra's turned into a grin. She spun around towards Trunks. "And so can Pan!" she added happily.

I think if Trunks's jaw could drop anymore he'd get the award for the longest jaw in the world.

"WHAT?!" he finally managed to say, backing up a little in disbelief. "YOU TWO CAN GO SUPER SAIYAN?! SINCE WHEN?! AND WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING –"

"Mom wouldn't like it if we called at midnight, remember?" Bra answered with a smirk. Trunks seemed taken aback by this but soon smirked too. I, on the other hand, looked back and forth between the two, not quite getting it.

"Tell ya what Trunks, we'll show you tomorrow," Bra offered, glancing at the clock which now read 10:16. "You have to 'catch up on your rest', like mom said."

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Yes mother," he said sarcastically, but playfully. Then he turned to me. "'Night Pan," he said before walking out of the room.

"'Night Trunks!" I called, even though I'm sure he didn't hear me. Bra trotted over to the door and closed it. Then she jumped on her bed and grinned at me like an idiot.

I looked at her strangely. What the hell was she so happy about?

"What?" I asked, not really wanting to know.

She grinned even more. "Time for makeovers!" she chirped happily, running into the bathroom to get the makeup before I could protest.

My jaw dropped. MAKEOVERS?! Yeah RIGHT! There's NO WAY she's giving me a makeover!

... Oh my god. Maybe I should have gone home with my family when Vigo left. This night will be complete torture.
Ahh I know, not my best, but w/e. As I said before, NEXT chapter will be the better one. I personally don't much like this chapter and almost re-wrote it, but I figured that's probably as good as it'll get. I feel horrible about not keeping my promise though. Oh well. Tell me what you think about the story. Constructive critizism and corrections are welcome too! I'd even like some ideas. Thanks!

P.S. GothicBlacre, I'd love to be your online adopted sister! lol ;-)
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