note- sorry for the long wait for the update! Wait a second… I updated exactly on time… darn my stupid brain. The thing is, on Sunday (?) I took my computer and unplugged it, planning on giving it to my little brother to give me more space in my room (and I would only use it to type up stuff) and now, when I am writing this on Tuesday, it feels like ages since I've been on here. I feel like I've come home after a long journey… okay. Fun fun fun. Time for… seriousness! No, that's no good. I think I'll just stick with the fun.

note- I don't really dedicate my chapters, but the wireless café scene is sort of a dedication for being dedicated to golden-sama. Read his story, "Anything, Anytime, Anywhere for you" people. It has the BEST bbrae getting together scene, the one thing that got me totally hooked on that story. (oh yeah - the story isn't too shabby either :-p) And now I think that he is afraid of caitlyn and myself. Lol.

Chapter Six

At a lone table in the corner of the wireless café sat two girls, both engrossed with what was on the screen of the single laptop. Around the compact machine were various water bottles, most of which were empty.
On the screen of this very laptop was a story; of course it was a fanfiction in case you did not know - what else could they be reading but a good fanfiction? It was a very good one, in fact, and the two were writing reviews - very long reviews in fact - to their best buddy.
"He probably thinks we're stalkers," the redhead said, stretching out as Winter began to type her own review, "And that we live in a mental institution."
"Yes," the blonde with red streaks/tips replied, "No."
Rayne was a little puzzled by this; what the heck was Winter trying to say? Yes or no?
"He does think we're stalkers. Didn't you read the dedication?" She pointed to the author's note at the beginning of the chapter, then, scrolling down to the end of the chapter added, "And no, he doesn't think we're in a mental institution. I brought it up and he said that he didn't think of it."
The redhead looked thoughtful for a few moments before looking back at Winter and saying, "This is going to be in your story, isn't it?"
It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Oh yes, Rayne, love, it will," Winter said before draining the last of her bottle of water, "Now if only I had more water my life would be momentarily perfect."

"So what did Gar choose?" Rayne pestered her good mate, Winter, about the game they were playing earlier in the afternoon. The blonde and red haired girl wouldn't give her any of the details so Rayne was trying to, as cunningly as possible, pry every bit possible a little at a time.

"You already know," Winter replied, "Fire house."

"What were his choices?" the girl with truly natural red hair tried to sneak in.

Winter was not fooled, though. She shook her head and grinned. "Next time, darlin'."

The two friends were walking back to the dorms from the dinner hall which was where they had come. Everyone else had headed back to their respected rooms at least fifteen minutes ago and the sky was growing darker every moment; a curse of early September. Winter, so kindly, changed the subject.

"I think we should concentrate on BBRae," she suggested, "It really seems more promising at the moment."

"Yeah right," Rayne rolled her eyes, "You saw how close Rob and Star were together on the couch," she countered, "And the rest of the night, really. And also you couldn't miss how badly those two were when Rob had to kiss-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Winter intervened, probably not wanting to hear what she had been forced to witness only a couple of hours or so ago, "So what? They're like that on the show, too, and nothing happens. We won't be missing anything."

With a shrug of her shoulders, Rayne fought back. She also was a loyal 'shipper of BBRae, but one with the name of Rayne and the obsession the great size that Rayne did of Teen Titans could not just back down on a fight for more RobStar.

"We've had almost none so far," she pointed out, "And I, personally, want to see them get together before everybody wakes up! Besides. If we concentrate on a couple that will not likely make it any time soon, (At this comment, Winter's forehead vein could be seen protruding… er… gracefully) we'll miss all of the great RobStar moments. " Rayne wiggled her eyebrows in mock suggestion at this next comment, "You can't deny that they're in lo-o-o-ove."

The vein popped back to its normal place as Winter let out a whine.

"Yeah," she said, still in a whiny voice. Her figure was a bit hunched and her face was pouty. "But your idea sucked."

Rayne pondered momentarily her friend's point, and saw the logic in it. That did not matter to her, though, you see. She was used to Winter being a pain in the bum from time to time, so she did not meditate on this point for too long.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "If I worked on it, I could make it work."

"Go a.p.p.l.e.," Winter murmured in the same voice which could be heard in Monty Python and the Holy Grail when they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels, and there was much rejoicing; yay. (please note that when I say Robin in the previous sentence I am referring to he who is in MP and the Q for the HG, not to be confused with he of the TT. Thank you for noting this.)

Rayne's eyes lit up and she grinned. "A---

(I am sorry to interrupt this program but the following conversation must be muted, due to the fact that they will be releasing important information regarding a very secret society that must not be let out at this time. I am sorry if anyone was curious, but it is an important issue and cannot be discussed with the general public or with that of Once again, again, I am sorry."

Winter was grinning too, but she rolled her eyes, finding her friend's actions silly.

"No really," Rayne insisted, sure now that she could do it, "I'll come up with a plan and give it to you in the morning!"

"Okay," Winter chuckled, still not quite believing the now excited redhead beside her. She still thought that Rayne's plans would always be impossible by human standards - or at least by the ones set for mediocre waged under aged girls in an alternate universe - but hey, miracles can happen. "Just make sure you get down everything you can about today."

"Yep!" Rayne replied, a smile still plastered across her face. They now stood in front of the dorm house that Rayne lived in (as well as Kori and Betty, but the alternate universified Teen Titans were not aware of Rayne's presence in their dorm yet) and were about to disperse to the different buildings in which they lived.

Suddenly it seemed as if Rayne'd had some sort of idea, plan, or thoughtful thought.

Of course it was the thought, what else would it be? Besides the idea or the plan, that is.

"I wonder who my roommate is," Rayne said in a pondering voice. When the two girls had begun to unpack all of Rayne's things (and before that) they had not given much thought to the question. Sure, the other half of Rayne's new dorm was, accountably, pink, but that could mean anything, so they didn't really bother with it. "Maybe Anna brought -"

Whoever Rayne was thinking that Anna had brought to be her roommate was interrupted as Winter opened the door to the dorm hall, shoved the redhead inside, and shut the door behind her.

"Goodnight!" she called, not knowing whether or not Rayne could hear her, but not caring all that much. She began to walk to her own dorm hall (which stood right next to the one which Rayne was in), saying the one word under her breath in a sort of laughing way that described her strange friend (though it was not a mean thing), "Baka."

(Three and a half hours earlier; Lemington school)

Emily was seated with her legs crossed Indian style on the ground. Above her towered a large tree, though I do not know what kind, and under the shade she mock meditated. When I say mock I do not mean that she was jesting it, but that she was not seriously doing it, just sort of dozing off outside.

She occasionally believed herself to be Shaman. The only reason she had picked this path, though, was because she loved the outdoors and this was the only religion which completely followed her love. The only thing wrong with her devotion was that she thought that it got creepy sometimes when people thought that they had inherited the spirits of animals, so she really just put on the mask of being Shaman, while, in all truth, she just really respected nature.

A certain shaggy black haired boy was just as bored as she was, under her fake meditation, that he decided to bug his friend.

Achilles walked up behind Emily, and, in his monotone, spoke to her.

"Hi," he said, "You're not really meditating."

The short girl with long blonde hair tried to ignore him, just to show him up and prove that she really was meditating, which she was not, but the problem with this idea was that she wasn't really so it would not be showing him up all that much.

He was already out of ideas. He had wanted to begin to annoy her with a simple "You aren't meditating" but that had not worked so it took him a few moments to come up with something else.

With a fake gasp, completely out of his nature so very unanticipated, Achilles exclaimed (though still in an almost emotionless voice), "They're killing the rabbit!"

This made the (fake) Shaman girl jump up in righteous fury. I tell you, if she'd had starbolts, there would be a hole in somebody just about now with that righteous fury running through her veins.

"What!" she screeched, jumping right up and looking around furiously. There was nothing more important to her than a poor helpless animal - though she would probably think differently if it was on her plate. She ate meat like any other normal teenage girl, but she did not like to see animals tortured.

After a moment or so of not seeing any persecuted animals, Emily turned to face Achilles with an angry look on her face. The boy's face was empty, though he had almost laughed when she'd stood up so quickly just a couple seconds ago. He looked as if he couldn't care less about what was going on around him, and he was about to just turn and carelessly walk away to articulate his point when Emily began to speak to him.

"You messed up my meditation," she said slowly and dangerously, "And for that you should pay."

Achilles shrugged. "Verse' you in HALO?"

Emily's competitive nature came over her and she put out her right hand for him to shake, all evil madness drained from her being to be replaced by happiness. She tended to have mood swings such as this at completely random times. "You're on."

(Present time, Harrisfield School)

Winter stepped into her shared dorm room carefully, not wanting to disturb her roommate who could be doing anything at the moment.

Her carefulness was for folly, though, as Raven was simply sitting at the computer (which they both shared to save space, money, etcetera) typing what was probably an email or at least something personal of some sort. The point is, she was just sort of sitting there and Winter need not have been so worried. Got it?

" 'Ello, Rae-chan!" Winter happily chided as she let her presence become known, sitting down on the edge of her single bed which was covered with an orange and black striped comforter.

Raven cringed, both at the nickname and the fact that she had not heard the annoying half redhead enter the room. Maybe it was also the fact that she was writing an email which she didn't want Winter to read, but I am not Raven. I do not know all the facts of her being… It's hard enough knowing what I know about myself. Jeez.

"Hello, Winter," she said in her normal tone, stopping her typing for a moment to stretch out her arms and shake out her fingers (though not before minimizing the screen she was typing on), "How are you?"

Winter was taking off her shoes and wiggling her toes under her pink socks, the smell coming from them but Raven making no audible note of it, just wrinkling her nose.

"Oh, I'm just dandy, darlin'," she said before yawning, "It's been a really long day, though."

Raven's head nodded and it turned back to the computer screen and replying monotonously. "Positively."

The blonde and red haired chika looked at the luminous clock beside her bed. It relayed the time of "8:34" to her in bold red letters. Since it was still very early September, the sun didn't go down until later in the evening and it had just set now.

Winter released a groan, now pulling off the socks. She then pulled herself onto the length of her bed, emitting a loud, joking groan of ecstasy, and murmured, "I'm going to go to bed right now, I'm so tired. When does the weekend come?"

The nearly violet haired girl on the computer barely skipped a beat in her typing to answer, "Tomorrow's Friday. Do the math."

Another groan graced the air, though this one was out of lazy annoyance. "But I hate maths!" Winter said, sitting up and walking over to the mini-refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water. She then changed the subject. "It feels like it's been so long since I've drank bottled water from this 'fridge. It's been a long and exciting day."

"So you keep saying," Raven replied, still typing away, away, away, away… (This is getting annoying, isn't it. You really want to know what she's doing now, don't you! Haha… I know and you don't! But you may soon find out….)

"What are you doing?" Apparently Winter has the same mind that I do. I mentioned it right before she said it. Isn't that quite the coin-kee-dink?

This made Raven a little bit frigid, and once again to skip a beat in her typing, but she did not completely falter.

"Nothing special," she said, probably choosing her words very carefully, "I'm writing an email."

Winter was back at her bed, holding the water bottle in her hands and searching around the perimeter of her bed for something. She did, however, look up to shoot an evil grin at her roommate to prove that she could see through what she was saying.

"Who's it to?" She asked, beginning her search once more.

If we had still been in normal space and not in an alternate reality, there would have either been an annoyed mark on Raven's head or possibly a sweatdrop. I am not in her mind, I am making conclusions though.

So Raven apparently chose to be truthful and to endear the horridness of Winter's teasing. "It's for Garfield."

The girl who was still searching for something pretended that she didn't want to tease her friend about it, so instead she noted, looking in the spout of her clear water bottle, "This stuff tastes disgusting. (referring to her water)Do you know what happened to the other sock that I just took off?"

Rayne hummed a happy tune as she walked up the stairs toward her dorm room. She did not skip, nor were her steps light and fluffy, but she did not sulk either.

Instead she was just walking as a normal girl does.

On her mind was the thought of who could be her roommate. Would it be someone foreign and exotic who could teach her to eat with chopsticks? Probably not. Pink was not usually a colour which was fused with the thought of oriental people. Maybe it would be someone normal like her, just with a touch of amicability for the colour pink, who enjoyed good things like science fiction, books, and fan fiction.

Ha. If only she could be that lucky.

The last thought that passed through her brain as she put the key into the hole in the doorknob was the obvious - could it be someone pre-

A shriek stopped her thought when the door opened, and was followed by what Rayne believed to be a tube of lipstick.

The thought which had not been completed basically stated that her roommate could be someone preppy. Who it was turned out to be, true, the preppy type, but in this case it was worse. Rayne had almost nothing against preps whatsoever, but what lied behind the door was much, much worse.

Can you guess? Can you guess? Can you GUESS!

It was Kitten.

In front of Rayne sat, on her pink bed, the form of the blonde (coughbitchcough) crying the thick mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks. It wasn't real tears, though, but the fake 'pity me' tears of someone who was about to dump a guy but got dumped first so they're incredibly pissed off.

Rayne was terrified that Kitten might somehow recognize her as part of the group that led to the demise of any hope she might have had in Dick liking her, but she need not have been. She should have just realized that Kitten just wouldn't like her.

"Get out!" she actually spoke this time, though it was a shriek, "I'm not doing any makeovers tonight! Didn't you see the goddamn sign!"

As a matter of fact, Rayne had not seen the sign, nor had she cared to. But right there on the front of the door was a sign that said what Kitten had told her, just in loopier letters.

"Actually, I didn't." Rayne said, shutting the door behind her, "Nor do I care to. (What did I say?) I live here."

Kitten gave Rayne the open mouthed, "you-have-got-to-be-kidding-I-am-really-ticked-off-but-I-have-nothing-clever-to-say" look that often stuck up girls such as herself could be seen wearing when they have been burned, or in this case, just have nothing clever to say.

"Well - you're stuff is messy!" she said in an annoying high pitched tone, "Clean it up or I'll kick you out!"

Rayne scurried to her side of the room (the side without the pink). Kitten was obviously still a bit sore about the way that Dick had burned her earlier, but the redhead couldn't stand a time to try to slyly make it worse.

"You know," she said thoughtfully from where she stood beside her bed, beginning to unpack the clothes that had not been earlier, "That Rich Grayson's pretty hot."

Kitten sniveled again and began to hyperventilate. "He's taken."

The blonde girl's back was to Rayne, so she let her face snicker freely. Being the kind of girl who loved to act, she walked calmly beside Kitten and placed a hand on her shoulder.

She spoke in a calm voice. "You wanna talk about i-"

Kitten ripped the hand off of her shoulder to examine the nails on Rayne's hand. The girl had fairly long nails, and were almost perfectly manicured though chipped a bit at the ends. They were multicoloured, using all of the colours on a different nail, and Kitten was examining them thoroughly.

The girl gasped in awe. "These are so cool!" she said, looking at them. Rayne immediately began to become inwardly panicked.

"Um, thanks?" she replied.

Kitten released Rayne's hand but she now looked at her with big happy eyes which made Rayne wish she had never tried to tease this girl - the consequences looked pretty bleak.

"You wanna do our toenails!" Kitten said in such a happy voice.

Searching desperately for a way out, Rayne tried in vain, "I still have to unpack -"

"Oh who cares?" Kitten said, pulling out a big case of cosmetics and setting it on the bed, "Fashion is way too important."

The redhead began to back away, ready to use any means necessary, even running out of the room, to get away from the monstrosity that was fashion.

At the last minute, right before Rayne got away, Kitten stood up and grabbed her, pulling her onto the ground to sit with her and her large array of makeup and nail polish.

"I'll do your nails and you do my nails!" she said in a happy, perky voice.

In her head, Rayne was doing two things. One was she was praying the Our Father over and over in her head, and two, she was planning to kill Anna at the next available chance. That girl was not going to get out of dying for allowing Kitten to come along into this virtual world.

Out her window Winter leaned, singing the lyrics to "tomorrow," the famous "Annie" song, as a huge joke as it was dark outside and the sun would, duh, come out tomorrow.

"Winter, shut up and get out of the window." Raven said, turning off the lamp beside her bed and rolling over.

Reluctantly, Winter complied, but not until she had shouted loudly out the window, "GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY! SEE YOU TOMORROW!"

Tidus'luvr: Oh do not worry my dear polar bear, there shall be more of the bishi. And hint hint, wink wink more of you two in the same scene. No brotherly love for you will you get from him… if you understood what I just said then you'll realize a bit about what is going to happen in future chapters. Love ya girl! thanks you for reviewing!

xBxMYxJaMeSxDeANxcandyclouds: of course you loved the chapter. And if I am as good as I think I am then you liked this one too - didn't you! It is ME after all, I mean, how could you NOT love it? (lol!) all I found out was puts on stalker disguise that he is in high school. Muhahahaha. I love stalking it is the best. Did you read the review I left him? Not today but for the other chapter? I wish I got reviews that long. (but, aww shucks, nobody loves me. pouts lol) what do I say but thank you for the lovely review!

Rose: under my bed… under my - smacks forehead - aww shucks. If only you were there when it was lost then I would have found it I bet! Jeez. I am so stupid. Lol. Thank you for the review!

WeAreCrazyHyperSchitzoGirls: I guess………. CAITLYN! The reason I think THAT is cuz you reviewed golden-sama under this name too and you're the only one who uses it any more (lol) …….. we have to get together over break, by the way. So THERE………

note- This chapter was adequitely pointless.I finished this just a little bit earlier than I usually do. 4:20 on Thursday instead of 7 PM. So I guess that's good, but it's shorter than I wanted it to be. Grr. Either way, The next chapter will be the start of a new day, and will be nice and long. New trials, old ones, crazy stuff, you get the picture. Anyway, I'm going to go post this now. Next update on April 28. Ciao!

Sneaky Peaky: "Chapter Seven"

Morning comes of the second day! (finally!) But there's some weird stuff going on already. A nice mix of herbal tea, old age books, morning sickness from anything but pregnancy and an annoying radio station to come to a computer screen near you - possibly already in front of you. Just come back and read it - you'll see.