A/N: Well, there's certainly a lot to talk about here. But I won't bore you with my life. I will tell you that I'm running out of excuses to update so rarely, 'cause we just got a new computer! (Not to mention a scanner, printer, and DVD burner). The high speed internet is coming next week, so it'll be MUCH easier for me to update, read and review... and check email and IM and everything else I do online.

I just slept over at my friend's house on the weekend, and we watched the movie "Thirteen". If you haven't seen that movie, you definitely should, 'cause it's really good. OK, so you see some kinda nasty stuff, but not too much. I was a bit surprised that my friend's mom let her buy the DVD, but it turns out that mommy dearest has no clue what the movie's about. Ahh, it all makes sense now. LOL. Yeah yeah, alright, here's the chappie. (BTW, don't ask about the chappie's title, I just made it up, okay?)

IMPORTANT: I'm going away on vacation for one week – from the 18th to the 25th or 26th. I may be able to update while on the trip, but I'm not totally sure. So if you don't see any updates in the next week, that's why! Other than that, I hope to be updating more frequently from now on.

To find out about my new fansites, see my profile. P.S. I'll be starting School of Rock fanfics soon! Keep checkin back!

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Chapter 11: Argumentative Peoples

Lizzie's POV

A dream can be a very weird thing. One minute, it's saying that you're worried about something, the next, you're feeling confident. But personally, I don't like to analyze my dreams. I think they're better off being left alone to roam through your mind and become whatever they decide. Whatever your gut tells you they mean, that's what they mean.

That's what I was doing at that moment: dreaming. Dreaming about something, but... oh, I can't remember. But I'm pretty sure that it was a good dream. I remember seeing Miranda and Gordo and a whole bunch of other people there. They were laughing and talking, and they didn't seem to see me walking through the room. So I said something, and suddenly, they were all crowding around me. I only WISH I could remember what I said.

Anyways, the dream had a happy ending. But see, I'm sure that I could've dreamt even more if it weren't for Janice and Benjamin.

Everyone knows anyone knows everything about Janice McAddams and Benjamin Sole. Neither of them was ever very popular, until they met each other. They were the very first "official couple" out of all the kids our age in Hillridge Elementary. They became boyfriend and girlfriend in the fourth grade. It was pretty scandalous at the time, but we were all so used to it by middle school that the new couplings of junior high weren't all that shocking.

Back to the story. Jan and Ben first hooked up at the age of nine, but split a few days after Jan's tenth b-day, since Ben didn't get her anything. But then, on HIS birthday, HE gave HER a necklace that his sister helped him to make. Jan was ecstatic. She even gave Ben a kiss on the lips – a first for the both of them. Ever since then, they've been totally inseparable, except for when they break up from time to time.

I guess you could say that this was one of those times, only that it was kinda different since their breakup had never happened in the middle of the night on an airplane on the way to Rome before. Though everyone in their grade was used to their breakups, it was a whole different story when the huge fight awoke EVERYONE. Naturally, the people were ticked.

"You never know when to stop!" Janice exclaimed. "I tell you no, and you just keep doing it! For the last time, if I say that I don't want a backrub, I MEAN THAT I DON'T WANT A FRIGGIN BACKRUB!"

"Baby, settle down," Ben cooed. "You're waking up the other kids. Let's just try to work this out quietly. Please."

"No, Ben! That's it! I'm not taking any orders from you any more! You always try to boss me around and it drives me insane! Well you know what, know more of that, if you just want someone to boss around, and not to care about you the way that I do, then go find someone to be your slave instead!!!" She jumped out of her seat and ran towards the bathroom.

"Jan, c'mon! This isn't about me bossing you around; this is about your being too self-centered to notice that somebody else has feelings that can be hurt! You just don't understand that you can't treat people like crap the way you do, and you won't ever get the message!"

"Cut the bull crap, you're just making excuses for the fact that YOU'RE the one who treats me like crap, even though YOU promised me that I'd always be your queen. I JUST WON'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Ben got up and tried to open the door, but she'd already locked it. Defeated, he slumped onto the ground.

By this point, everyone on the entire plane was awake, watching and listening intently. When Ben noticed all the eyes on him, he shouted "What the hell are you looking at? GET OUT OF MY FACE!" Everybody turned away, but kept taking the occasional peek back at him, wondering what sparked this random outburst.

I looked over at Gordo, and saw that he, too, was staring wide-eyed at the entire scene. He turned to me and we exchanged a silent giggle before looking back at Ben. As usual, he was sitting there thinking 'How am I gonna get her to forgive me?' And we knew that inside the bathroom, Jan was banging her head against the door thinking 'Why are you such an idiot Janice, you love him, but he's a bastard, but... UGH!' We'd all grown quite accustomed to this since fourth grade, so much so that we could completely predict the outcome of the fight: Ben would give or say something to her that would either make her laugh or make her cry, and she'd tell him a joke she read on the internet at 2 am between downloading songs by the Von Bondies and signing the guestbook on his site for the millionth-and-a-half time, and they'd hug and kiss and say I'm sorry and make up and walk away hand-in-hand – and from time to time, the rest of us would start cheering or clapping after they made up. Very stereotypical Janice-and-Benjamin fodder.

But as it turns out, that night was different.

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A/N: Are they gonna make up or not? That's right, I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger right before my vacation! Well, I'm gonna go update my other story, so please read and review! And... if you can't review after the site is disabled, then just read. Please. Thanks a bunch, talk to you guys later! See y'all! ;-D