She looked at herself in the mirror and turned to her side to study a part of her curvaceous body. She wore leather pants, with a white baby t-shirt that included baby blue sleeves. She finished off heroutfit with a leather jacket that matched her pants. As she slipped on her leather boots, a knock rang through the door. It startled her for a second, but when she realized it was only someone behind the door, she rolled her eyes at herself and gave permission for the person on the other side to enter.

"Are you almost finished?"

"Um, yeah," she replied as she turned to look at the elder Hardy. "I just need to finish my make up. Don't worry, it'll be light. When do you plan on leaving?"

"In about ten minutes," Matt replied, as he sat down on his bed sending a ruffling sound ringing in Kit's ear.

"Are you going to watch me put on my make up or what?" she asked, grinning.

"Why?" he asked as a curve formed on his lips. He cleared his throat and stood up with his head raised as if he were superior. "You know, I'm a professional make up artist, and it would be a privilege to do your make up for you."

"Gee, Matt," Kit retorted, "I would love for you to do my make up, but I'll probably look like a clown after you finish." Matt chuckled.

"Nah," he disagreed as he grabbed her make up bag and sat her down on the chair nearby. "Okay, I'm superb at this. Have no fear!" She laughed and socked him in the arm lightly.

"Oh right," she commented, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Alrighty, now, close your eyes," he said as he began to shuffle around in her bag for the right make up material.

"Use the right materials there."

"I will!"

"Sure you will Mattie!"

"I think I got the right one," he said. She opened her eyes and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, you're such a professional make up artist!" she commented. "Give me that." She snatched the lip liner he had in his hand and popped up from her seat. "Now watch the master."

"Me?" he asked.

"You wish!" She laughed at him as he stood behind her, watching her every movement. "Learn some free lessons from me."

"No, no, no, no!" he yelled. She stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. "You missed a spot!" She chuckled and rolled her eyes as she got back to finishing her make up. Once in a while, she would glance back at Matt who continued to stare at her. She tried to read his emotions running through his eyes, but she didn't seem to pin point his correct emotion. His head was titled a bit to the side, and his eyes were trained on her.

"Something wrong?" Matt asked, breaking her train of thought.

"Oh, no," she replied. She smacked her lips together and smiled. "Finished!"

"Beautiful!" he commented. She smiled and went on to pack her make up, but as she slid her hand across the panel, she accidentally swept the make up bag, and all the items inside came tumbling out. "Oh, I'm such a klutz!"

"Here, I'll help." As they both crouched down at the same time, they clonked heads and stood up, groaning.

"You okay?" he asked as he began to rub his forehead.

"Yeah," she replied. "Dude, you have a really hard forehead."

"Oh, gee, thanks," he sarcastically commented. "I feel really loved now." She smiled and hugged the pouting Matt as the door popped opened. As a sudden reaction, Kit jumped back from Matt.

"Oh, was I interrupting something?" Jeff asked.

"No," Matt replied as he continued rubbing his forehead. "We just bumped foreheads."

"All right... since you're both done, let's go before we're late! ... Kit, you still pissed at me?"

"You're forgiven," she said, as she smiled. "Just don't do that ever again." He smiled before leaving the room.

That morning, he kept the whole group in suspense about who was behind the door. He made such a fuss about it, and to Kit, it seemed as if Jeff was talking about the Canadian, but it turned out to be their father.

"Kick his ass," Matt spoke.

"Oh, I will," she said, as she grinned.

"I am the master at golf, too, thank you very much," Kit informed as she raised her arms in victory. She grinned proudly and began to twirl around.

"You're just the master at everything, aren't you?" Jeff asked as he chuckled.

"Of course," she replied. "And I just proved it by kicking your little butt out there in the golf course."

"Okay, so we meet back here in an hour, right?" Matt asked. The group nodded and bid goodbye to each other before going their separate ways. The group decided to play Putt-Putt that day to take things off their shoulders, and everything went as planned. They played two rounds of golf and decided to end the day doing whatever they want at the arcade. No one partnered up besides Jeff and Amanda, and the others went their separate ways.

Kit walked into the laser quest room and tugged on a vest. She checked to see if the guns worked correctly and got hyped up for the game. After a few minutes of lecturing and waiting for the team that were finishing up their game, they finally entered. When the buzz sounded throughout the room, she moved slyly across the wall.

When she finally began to run across the room, someone behind her began shooting at her vest. She twirled around to get revenge to only meet the longhaired blonde Canadian with the icy blue eyes. He sickly grinned, as she gasped and twirled around to escape as questions ran through her head. However, he grabbed onto her before she could escape and pinned her to the wall. Her muffled screams were covered with his hand, as he used his sharp hearing to see if he anyone was approaching. "I got you now..."