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Author's Note: Hello readers... We meet again. Yes, Louise here. You know the drill: Wendy's Point Of View:

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Chapter 5:

As soon as Rory said goodbye I felt a strong pang of jealousy, not only did she leave with Ace, but Eyeball too, and she'd probably be meeting up with the rest of the Cobras. I wasn't that bothered that she was going to be spending most of the night with them, what bothered me was the fact that she would be with Ace, who was clearly infatuated with my sister.

That look, full of lust, which he gave her when she walked down the stairs, like he wanted to devour her. Eyeball had given her the same look, but less obvious. I didn't mind to some extent, Ace was different to Eyeball, Ace had that bad-boy aura about him, and that smile... I bet he had broken millions of hearts with that smile. It was lazy and mischievous and usually plastered to his face, like some of the girls he had dated.

Rory's record finally stopped after small crackling sounds, I looked at the pieces of paper on the table and the book. So what if I didn't hand it in on time? I was a grade-A student; surely it wouldn't matter if one essay had been delayed? I left my things on the breakfast table and ran upstairs, and began to run a bath.

The warm water felt relaxing and I was glad to finally have some 'me' time, the fluid motions of the water washed away any worries, or feelings of embarrassment and jealousy. I felt replenished with joy and didn't have a care in the world, no thoughts crossed my mind, I was in a state of tranquillity.

Time seemed to escape as I bathed and then washed my hair, I finally stepped out of the bath, pulled out the plug and looked into the mirror, it then hit me. The reason why Rory was the popular twin, the one who got the guys and the thrills, the excitement. The answer was easy, time. Rory had more time than me - more time to put on make-up and do her hair, I on the other hand always had work to do. But, tonight I didn't, well I did, I just wasn't going to do it.

I dried myself with the towel and began to towel dry my hair until it was slightly damp, I'd leave it to dry completely by itself. Underwear and socks went on quickly, then came the decision of what to experiment with. Most of my clothes were black or different shades of black - which I don't think there's many of. I did have a few grey and dark blue clothes, but mainly black.

I slipped on a pair of grey jeans that were white at the knees because the had been worn out, I checked through my closet over and over again and found nothing that wouldn't be a change for me, everything was black. The thought of then borrowing some of Rory's clothes entered my mind, but I know perfectly well she'd tell me where to stick it.

I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair and began to curl into ringlets, what caught my even more were the pictures slotted into the frame, mostly pictures of Axel, mom and dad, my dog Hades. I then remembered that the poor pooch had been outside most of the day and ran downstairs, then realising I didn't have a t-shirt on I ran upstairs and put on an old shirt and slipped on some trainers. I went outside and found the German Shepherd in his kennel looking sorry for himself, I untied the rope that kept him bound and walked with him into the house.

Hades rushed straight to the bowl to come face to face with nothing, I slipped off my trainers and looked into the fridge, found a steak and tossed it into the bowl.

Going back upstairs I looked at the pictures once again, there was the odd one of myself and Rory wrestling when we were five. The last picture I looked at was from a Christmas when I was thirteen, mom had bought me a pink t-shirt - I know, what's the deal with clothes at Christmas? - telling me to 'get in touch with my feminine side, like Rory'. Mom usually added that 'like Rory' and ticked me off continuously when she did.

I still had the t-shirt, back then it was slightly to big for me, but now, now that I'm a young woman it should fit perfectly and cling in the right places. I looked under my bed to still find it in the box it had been presented to me in, I took off my shirt and slipped on the pink t-shirt.

It did cling in the right places, and it was definitely something I wouldn't wear, not even something I think Rory would wear. It was light pink with patterns of leaves and flowers in a burgundy colour, it was v- neck in shape and showed my collarbones and the milky skin that covered my body. The sleeves were short, it clung at the waist and chest and rested at my hips like a very short dress, completely something that I wouldn't wear.

I went into Rory's room, deciding to try make-up, first few times I ended up blinding myself with mascara, finally I gained control, black eyeliner followed by dark purple eye shadow and ending with black mascara. Attention was drawn to my eyes and I felt that all my flaws wouldn't be noticed because of my eyes, the way they contrasted against the purple, it highlighted something that I didn't think I had.

Beauty wasn't the word, never in a million years would I consider myself beautiful, I was a wallflower, most people didn't like to be branded as that, but I thought I could be one. I was intellectual and shy, the qualities of a wallflower; you could say I looked like a flower. Not a rose, maybe a daisy, or a weed, I thought to myself as I stepped back into my room, I grabbed something to tie my hair back into a loose bun and decided to continue my essay, the thought of getting a B suddenly seemed like a terrible thing. I also grabbed my favourite record, I got to the bottom of the stairs and replaced Millie Smalls with Frank Sinatra and hummed along to the tune of 'All The Way'.

I gave Hades another steak because he was giving me one of those 'If I die tomorrow of starvation it'll be on your conscious' looks. I then sat down, still humming and continued to read where I had left off earlier, the soft melody making me ease back into the chair.

The soft melody wasn't too loud though, I still heard the roar of a car engine come to a stop, and I heard the feet walk up the porch steps, the murmured words and finally the turn of the doorknob.

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Small note to my buddy Sophie - It's my damn sandwich and Billy's for dessert! Hehehe.