Author's Note: This chapter was more of a co-written by antiIRONY than anything, so I give her credit for all of the particularly hilarious parts. I hope everyone enjoys this lovely chapter, and to antiIRONY: I cannot thank you enough!

blueeyes: I've got a couple Julie and Dean parts here. I hope you like!

hockey-girl90: Thank you very much. This one's cooler! Hahahaha...

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Elizabeth was laying on her friend Cynthia's bed, as the two began formulating a plan as to what to do about figuring out the mysterious Fulton Reed. Going through his bedroom had been of very little help, Although, Liz found he had an entire book shelf full of books written by every author imaginable, many of which she was quite fond of. Liz wasn't mentioned at all in his journal, big surprise, which they found burried underneath a pile of dirty socks, and a half empty bag of Doritos, which Liz promptly started munching on. A few times he wrote some different things he looked for in a girl, which had helped, although not as much as they would have liked, since 'Willing to mud wrestle nude' was at the top of his list. The two had been unable to find a sketchbook, which might give a deeper insite into what made him tick, even though CD's, homework assignments, pens, pencils, and enough crumbs to attract every ant in all of Minnesota lay scattered around on the floor. It was only when Liz was about to look in his underwear drawer that Cynthia decided it best to leave.

Now, as they both sat in Cynthia's room, Cynthia was trying to piece together varied conversations for her friend and brother, she was also planning different situations that the two would be able to have, in hopes of spending some time together to spark these pre-planned conversations. The entire house was completely silent when a loud banging on the front door caused both girls to jump. Cynthia swore, then turned to Elizbeth with a grin on her face.

"Fulton is locked out. Be a dear and let him in for me. Oh! And don't forget," Cynthia said as she dangled a key in front of her friend's face. "to give this back to him. Thanks a million!" And with that she pushed Elizabeth out into the hall and closed the door. Shaking from nerves Liz padded down the hall and to the front door. She looked through the window to make sure it was Fulton. Then, taking a deep breath, she opened the door to let him in. Fulton walked in, and upon seing who had opened the door for him grinned jovially.

"Locking me out of my own house, were ya?" He asked Liz and laughed. Liz blushed, and looked down. Noticing her lack of responce, Fulton continued speaking. "It's alright, at least I got in this time. Cyn usually leaves me outside for a couple of hours. Longer if it's raining, of course." With that he laughed again, and began walking towards the kitchen. Not wanting to seem completely pathetic, Liz spoke, praying she would say something intellegent, or at least something in english. What came out was "Cyn. Locked door, I'm sorry. At least I'm here for you. To let you in, that is. Uhh, gotta go, Cyn's waiting. BYE!" Although, she was already half way down the hall by the time she hit the rather high pitched, and loud "bye."

"Interesting. Very interesting..." He smiled in the direction she had gone, shook his head, and went into the kitchen.

Cynthia barely looked up from her work as her beat red friend ran into the room, slammed the door, and threw herself onto the bed.

"You know...he's probably going to go out and buy a pocket 'Liz Translator' if you keep that up," she said, continuing to write.

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Back at the Portman household Dean was cuddled on the couch with Julie. He kept trying to slip his hand down her shirt and every time she would slap it away and tell him to stop. Finally, after roughly 3 mintues of this and nineteen threats to castrate Dean, Julie stood up and sat in a chair across the room for him. He tried giving her sad puppy eyes, but ever strong-willed, Julie kept her eys on the screen. After less than a minute of sitting with out Julie next to him, Dean began to fake cry.

"Come back, baby! We can work things out! Don't leave me..." Dropping off the couch and to his knees, Dean crawled over to Julie, who was struggling to keep a straight face. He took her hands and started kissing them while murmuring "Please, baby, it'll be OK" and "Sugar, we're supposed to be together forever" with such a comical thug sound, that Julie finally burst out in laughter. Dean looked up at her and smiled. "So," he said hopefully.. "This means you'll stay for a couple more hours?"

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Fulton Reed stood in the doorway to his sister's room watching as she tore through her closet, trying to decide what clothes to pack to wear the next day. Elizabeth, who's home she was planning on staying at, was laying on Cyn's bed flipping through a magazine. Fulton had already expressed several times his amazement that girls could take so long packing to stay at someone's house for only one night. The two girls, however, were gamely ignoring him together, with the exception of one pillow and one shoe being thrown at his head, both, thankfully, having missed. While Cyn remained burried halfway in her closet, occationally cursing, and throwing something into her already overly stuffed duffle bag, Liz snuck quick peeks at Fulton over the top of her magazine, blushing, and then looking back down again. It was none too difficult for Fulton to realize that she was checking him out, besides the fact that she was holding her magazine upside down. Being the nice boy that he was, he decided to pretend he didn't notice her frequent glances. After nearly ten more minutes of Cyn digging through her closet Fulton let out an angry growl.

"She's always like this. She wants to be prepared for any situation." Liz told him, gazing fondly at her friend. "Cyndi...Sweetheart...you can borrow some of my clothes if something comes up, y'know. I have some stuff that'll fit you." Liz stood up and stretched as Cynthia began to speak.

"You know, that never works for you, when I offer up my clothes, so it won't work for me wearing your's." She said, never pausing from excavating through her closet, Fulton snorted, trying to keep from laughing. Liz looked at her friend like she was crazy.

"Because, my dear Cynthia," she began. "How on earth is something that fits your skinny ass going to fit all of me?" She said, gesturing to her slightly larger hind end. With that Liz slapped her butt and turned around. "Eh? Answer me that, Toothpick!" Fulton was now shaking with stifled laughter and Cynthia was standing, apparently speechless. "Hey, I've got a large HINEY, and I've accepted it, and moved on." Liz said as she stuck her butt in Cynthia's direction, and wiggled it. With that Fulton sank to the floor, his face bordering on purple, as he sat clutching his stomach and laughing so hard it looked like he might wet himself.

"You know the sad thing?" Cynthia said, turning back to her closet. "He'll probably never know what a serious moment that was for us."

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Julie was attempting to leave Dean's house, but he would not stop thinking of reasons to keep her. The latest was that it was cold outside and she needed a coat before he could let her into the car in case it took too long to heat up. Sitting back down with a sigh, Julie waited for Dean while remembering the way their entire relationship began. It had been shortly after the junior vs. varsity game in their first year at Eden Hall. Julie had been talking to Scooter more and one day after practice Dean had started tearing into her about it. Instead of running away crying like she wanted to do, Julie had accused him of being jealous. He'd looked her in the eyes and told her that yes, he was jealous because he liked her. After that things had sort of just clicked and the two were practically inseprable.

"I brought you a sweatshirt," Dean sang out as he walked toward the living room, snapping Julie out of her thoughts. She looked over at him with this comically proud grin on his face and burst out laughing. Dean smiled, not understanding wha was so funny and just looked at her. How could he know that Julie couldn't get over the fact that he was so tough and tumble on the ice, but suddenly when they were togther, he became Mr. Sensative? And how could Julie explain to him that, while getting her a sweatshirt was sweet, it was summer and roughly 96 degrees out? She couldn't, at least not without breaking his fagile male ego to pieces and so instead she took the sweatchirt and put it on without complaint.

"OK, babe," she told him, heading towards the door. "Drive me home!" And Dean Portman, a Bash Brother, followed like an obedient puppy dog.

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