The Pine Valley sunshine radiated off of Maggie's skin as she wove her way through the crowd. It was a beautiful day out and Maggie was silently congratulating herself for opting to go with a skirt instead of her trustworthy pair of jeans; if she indeed had chosen the latter choice, Maggie was positive that she would have been sweating like a pig in Texas. There was, however, just the slightest bit of breeze outside, which caused Maggie's bangs to fall into her eyes as she tried to find her way back to Bianca. Maggie had left her best friend a couple of minutes ago in search of some popsicles, seizing the first opportunity to get away from Bianca in that short skirt, Dear Lord, Maggie thought to herself, the girl has killer legs. So long, so shapely. I wonder what they feel like. I mean, they look so smooth. So toned. So..

"God, snap out of it! What are you, a teenage boy?" Maggie quietly berated herself. How was she going to get through the entire day with Bianca in her skirt of hers without ripping off her clothes and ravaging her right then and there? Easy. Stop thinking about her. Except, not so easy. Bianca's legs kept popping up in her mind, like an incessant bug who refused to just go away. Bianca's legs refused to just go away.

Maggie sighed, frustrated with her own hormones. "Okay, Maggie. Get a hold of yourself. Remember, she burned your pan. You can't think about her legs, it's like.. betraying your pan," Maggie nodded firmly, coming to a final conclusion that this was of the best way to ignore Bianca's legs. "Remember the pan, Maggie. Remember the pan."

On the other side of the park, girl with killer legs relaxed on the blanket that Maggie had laid out previously. Bianca leaned back on her elbows while her legs crossed one over the other, while she watched the sky hanging above her. There were a million things running through her head and as much as she wanted to cease thinking and enjoy her day with Maggie, Bianca couldn't help it. There was Maggie, of course, and then Lena, along with Kendall, her mother, and Enchantment. Things weren't going so well at work considering Kendall and Greenlee once more found themselves at each other's throats over Ryan. At times, even Bianca was frightened by the look in Kendall's eyes as her older sister glared at Greenlee with such hatred. There was Erica, who Bianca quickly deemed clinically insane after Erica announced she wanted to become a go-go girl in Vegas while intoxicated. After that there was Lena, of course, who had became more distant than usual in the last couple of weeks. Bianca couldn't help but let her curious side get to her and when she did ask Lena about it, Lena simply brushed it off with an excuse about work. Bianca, however, could see past it. There was something her girlfriend was hiding. That something was something that Bianca was determined to know.

And then there was one. Maggie. The smell of cigarettes was enough to have Bianca worried senseless. She didn't know what was happening with her best friend, but took Maggie's extended study breaks and excess nights spent reading at the library as a bad sign. Bianca was well aware that ever since Maggie's revelation of her true feelings that things weren't going to be the same between them, but not to this extent. She still wanted Maggie in her life. Truth be told, she didn't think she could survive without her rock of Maggie by her side, and would rather die without it.

Maggie, meanwhile, stood just a few feet away from Bianca. Bianca didn't notice her presence, however, as she was still lost in thought while gazing at the sky. Grinning mischievously, Maggie hid one of the popsicles behind her back and approached Bianca with the other still in hand.

Bianca, sensing Maggie nearby, looked away from the sky and up to her friend. She was about to ask why Maggie only held one Popsicle, but Maggie beat her to the punch.

"Binks, I know how much you love strawberry, so," Maggie gazed at the red popsicle she was holding, before locking her troublesome eyes with Bianca's, "I ate yours. Sorry," Maggie bit the top of the popsicle into her mouth, trying to keep a straight face.

Bianca nursed a look of shock, allowing her jaw to drop so far down that she had to remember to pick it up. "Maggie! You go back there and buy me another popsicle right now!"

The blonde couldn't contain herself any longer and was afraid that if she did, she was going to combust. The look on Bianca's face was simply too hard to resist. So, instead, she let out a deafening laugh while whipping Bianca's popsicle out from behind her back.

"Oh, God," Maggie managed to squeak out between laughter and tears, falling next to Bianca on the blanket. Bianca grabbed the popsicle from Maggie, shooting a death glare in her direction.

"You so should have seen your face. It was like someone told you that Manolo Blahnik ran out of business."

Bianca rolled her eyes and smacked Maggie's shoulder, which only helped Maggie's laughter grow. "You're horrible."

The shorter woman smiled sweetly as she sat in a similar state to Bianca's, watching her friend start to lick at the popsicle. "Tell me something I don't know."

Bianca once more rolled her eyes and continued to lick at the top of her popsicle, completely oblivious to the effect it was having on Maggie. Maggie was again lost in those damn hormone-induced thoughts. But this time, they weren't about Bianca's legs. Rather, Bianca's tongue. Jesus, look at that tongue. It looks so flexible. You know what they say about flexible tongues. They're -- OH MY GOD. STOP IT, MAGGIE! PAN! PAN! REMEMBER THE PAN!

"So," Maggie casually said, forcing herself to stop thinking about how flexible Bianca's tongue may be and enter reality once more. Unfortunately, she didn't know what to say.

"So," Bianca, obviously, found herself in a similar situation. She was too engrossed with her popsicle to form an intelligent thought.

"The weather's pretty nice out. I like it."

Lick. "Me too."

"I'm really glad that we decided to spend a day together."

Lick. "Me too."

"And I really liked that popsicle."

Lick. "Me too."

"I have three ass cheeks."

Lick. "Me too."

Maggie raised an eyebrow curiously, eyeing Bianca with amusement. "Oh, really?"

Meanwhile, the conclusion of Bianca's popsicle snapped the taller woman back to her senses. Bianca looked at Maggie with her own curiosity shining through. "What were we talking about again?"

"Nevermind," Maggie waved off the possibility of Bianca having three ass cheeks and laid on her back, having finishing her popsicle a few minutes before Bianca. "I was just saying that I'm glad we decided to spend the day together."

Bianca smiled, which made Maggie smile as well. "Me too. I've missed you, Mags."

"Missed you more."

"Not possible."

"It so is. Seriously, I was going through Bianca withdrawals."

"Yeah? Well --," Bianca's sentence was interrupted by the timeless ringing of her cell phone. Bianca offered Maggie a sympathetic smile while Maggie nodded, signalling that it was okay with her. Bianca picked up her phone with a sigh and answered it with an equally agitated sigh.

"Hello?"

"Bianca? Am I calling at a bad time?"

Bianca had to supress a groan. "No, Lena. What is it?"

Maggie immediately tensed at the mention of Lena. She attempted to be nonchalant, though, folding her arms behind her head and looking up at the sky. The sky looks good today. Can't Lena just leave us alone for a few hours? Oh, look at that cloud. What a nice cloud.

"Well, lahv, I was wondering if you would like to catch lunch? I know I wasn't at my best behavior last night, and I'd truly like to apologize."

Bianca frowned. Any other day she would have jumped at the opportunity to spend lunch with Lena, but today was Maggie day. And she promised herself that today, everything was going to be about Maggie. Even if doing so included turning down a lunch offer with her girlfriend. "I'm sorry, Lena. I can't."

"Oh, but why not? Are you busy?"

"I am, actually. Maggie and I are spending the afternoon in the park."

Maggie perked up at the mention of her name, but again tried to remain nonchalant. She continued to stare at the clouds and analyze what they looked like. That one kind of looks like an elephant. The one over to the left looks like an ice cream cone. Oh, and that one definitely looks like Lena's nose.

Meanwhile, Lena wasn't perked up. She was anything but perked up. Maggie? Ugh. Maggie. She was determined to get rid of that pest once and for all. The googly eyes for Bianca needed to go. "Oh, alright. Maybe tommorow then?"

"Definitely tommorow. I'll see you then."

"Of course. Goodbye, lahv."

"Bye," Bianca hung up her phone with a resounding click and tossed it on the blanket once more. She laid down next to Maggie.

"That was Lena."

"Oh really? I couldn't tell," Maggie commented sarcastically, rolling over onto her side so she could face her best friend. Bianca did the same, shooting Maggie a playful glare.

"She wanted to know if I wanted to go to lunch with her."

"I'm guessing you said no, since you're still here. Lucky for me."

Bianca shoved Maggie's shoulder lightly, sending another glare her way. "Maybe I should go."

"Maybe."

"Nah."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a long time, watching the sky and enjoying each other's company. It was the first time in a couple of weeks that they were able to just be the old Maggie and Bianca, savoring each moment that passed by being together. Little did they know that everything was about to change.

Maggie was the first one to break the silence. "You want a hot dog?"

Bianca laughed lightly. "You're always thinking about food. Come on."

The taller woman stood up and reached one of her hands out to Maggie. Maggie clasped Bianca's hand in her own and pulled herself up. Their hands remained intertwined as they walked off, in search for a hot dog stand.

"Jesus, Greenlee," Kendall snapped with significant annoyance, "Can't you do anything right?"

The size of Greenlee's eyes tripled as she looked at her co-worker and at unusual times, her best friend. "Excuse me? What are you talking about? You're the one who placed the order."

"And you were the one who was supposed to confirm the order. I don't believe it's that hard."

"It slipped my mind."

"It slipped your mind?" Kendall continued to reprimand Greenlee, "Greenlee, we run a business. Things can't slip your mind."

"Sorry, Kendall," Greenlee retorted, sick and tired of this game. "But I have other things to worry about. Confirming your order isn't the first thing that pops to mind when I wake up in the morning."

"What is, then? Deciding the ever impossible decision of whether or not to wear lip gloss or lip stick? What color eye shadow would match your heels? Trying to figure out how to be the biggest pain in my ass?"

"I believe I'm already the biggest pain in your ass, so no, I have to leave that one."

"You're so infuriating," Kendall decided, dropping one of the filing folders she was holding onto the table.

"And you're just figuring this one out."

"Apparently. Finish the work in that folder and you can have your lunch break. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day."

"Then stop looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you."

"You're still looking at me."

"Ugh!" Kendall proclaimed. She whipped herself around and stomped out of Greenlee's office, steam blowing out of her ears. Greenlee stared after her, smiling triumphantly. Get on Kendall's last nerve? Check.

"This is it?" Lena articulated, holding the vial of liquid in front of her. AC, the chubby man with the squeaky voice cowered in front of the much taller woman, nodding vigorously.

"That's it, Ms. Kundera. All you asked for."

"It's yellow."

"The formula usually is, Ms. Kundera."

"Will you stop calling me that?" Lena snapped, glaring at the short man in front of her. AC shook with fright, but managed to nod anyway.

"Sorry ma'am."

"Lena. Not ma'am, not Ms. Kundera. It's Lena. I thought we were on a more personal level, AC. Now start acting like it."

"Okay, Lena."

"Anyway," Lena dismissed the subject and continued to stare at the yellow liquid, turning the vial around in her hand aimlessly. "Does it work?"

"I'm pretty sure it does. I don't think he would let us down."

Lena considered AC's latest addition to the conversation before nodding in agreement. She slipped the vial into one of her coat pockets. "Good. She'll never see what hit her. And after, we can all finally get what we want."

AC smiled the most evil smile he could muster, but only sufficed a pathetic grin. He then lowered his voice in sidekick style. "Revenge."

The woman smiled as well, her dark eyes twinkling with a hint of deceit. As she began to turn around and make her way down the street, Lena stopped, and threw her head over her shoulder. "Oh, and AC?"

AC looked up from the ground. "Yes?"

"Thank Michael for me."