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Anyway…on with the story.

Chapter Two

8 AM, Saturday Morning

Kit poked his head into the guest room, expecting to see Nita wide awake, and on the computer, perhaps. His expression softened considerably when he noticed she was still sleeping, contentedly curled up into a neat little ball, her hair falling perfectly across her face in a reddish-gold halo. Kit's heart skipped a beat as he pulled up a desk chair to her bedside and sat down, resting an elbow on the bed, just watching her as she slept, contemplating how wonderfully blessed he was with a friend like her.

And, of course, how cute she looked when she was dozing.

He was captivated by her hair in particular; the way it formed a perfect halo around her face. The way its gentle waves caught the light and drained it down into pools of liquid gold, surrounded by hills of auburn. And especially the personality it reflected; a wonderful, if somewhat short-tempered, now-vivacious individual, who just happened to be his best friend and crush of four years.

She stirred and muttered something in her sleep, rolling over onto her stomach and cracking an eye open to look at Kit.

"Hey, Kit…" she murmured sleepily. "Whatcha need?"

Kit shrugged. "I dunno. I thought you just might want to know it's about two in the afternoon…"

Nita sat bolt upright to look at the clock, then glared daggers at Kit.

"Since when do you get up at eight?"

He shrugged. "You've been sleeping for a little more than forever…"

She rolled her eyes. "What, you were watching me sleep or something?"

The blush that rose to Kit's face was all she needed to see.

"Kit," she shrieked, her face coloring as well, and not just with amusement. "You're a dead man, you know that?"

He grinned patronizingly at her. "You're gonna have to catch me first."

She lunged at him.

He was too fast, nimbly dodging her and launching himself into the desk chair, spinning neatly back in front of the desk from which it came from.

He impudently stuck his tongue out at her.

She grinned and tossed the pillow halfheartedly at him.

Kit caught it easily and flung it straight back at her, knocking her over, laughing.

Nita, her auburn waves in tousled disarray now, sighed and plopped back down onto the pillow, vaguely aware that she was still in her pajamas.

With wands and wizards' hats sprinkled all over them.

Kit seemed to have noticed this, as he was turning slowly purple with suppressed laughter.

Nita rolled her eyes and pointed at the door. "Out."

"Why should I? It's my house."

Nita went pink. "Because I need to change…?"

Kit flushed and retreated without another word, closing the door firmly behind him.

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It was but the work of a few minutes for him to whip up a small breakfast for the two of them; eggs, toast, and leftover fried rice. As an afterthought, he grabbed the peanut jar from the counter and added a good heap of them to Nita's plate and slid it onto the table, followed closely by his own.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes for Nita, he dutifully made his way up to her room and knocked.

"Hey, Nita?"

No answer.

"Neets?"

Silence.

Kit carefully pushed the door open.

Two things happened at once.

One, Kit was caught and dragged into the room. Two, the door slammed and locked behind him.

He struggled in Nita's firm grip, cursing his stupidity for entering the room without looking for traps first.

"I have some revenge I need to extract here," Nita purred in his ear. Kit gulped.

He knew exactly what was in store for him.

"Um… Nita… can't we just… talk this over?" he inquired as her hands moved toward his stomach.

She assumed a look of mock thought. "Ummmm… no. Just hold still…"

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Kit rubbed his aching sides as Nita looked smugly at him.

"When did I tell you I was ticklish on the upper left side of my stomach?" he inquired.

Nita shrugged. "Dunno," she said, sliding into her place at the table. "A little bird told me."

Kit made a mental note to himself to remove the dissociating ion-particle accelerator from Carmela's room as soon as possible. She was giving out potentially dangerous information to Nita.

"Kit?"

"What?"

"Kindly lend me your neck so I can wring it."

"Who, me?" Kit said, doing his best to look innocent.

He tried unsuccessfully to avoid a flying peanut.

"You know I hate peanuts…" Nita muttered.

"What, you never told me…"

"Oh, yes, I did. Remember Tualha? And our visit to Ireland?"

"And your boyfriend Ronan…?"

Nita went pink at that. "He wasn't my boyfriend, Kit… honestly, you can be so immature…"

"See, I thought you were tired of me…"

She socked him, but not too hard.

He merely grinned infuriatingly at her.

Boys, Nita thought.

Kit rolled his eyes and began eating.

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A/N: Yes, yes, I know it was short. But it served its purpose.