Author note: Just a quick note, these chapters are combined too. Okay!

The hoverlimo was luxurious. The sleek jet black paint reflected the hovering white streetlamps. The inside had lavishing brown seats and a wide white carpeted floor. The girls had There was a CD player in front with the driver but the sound was where the girls were. There was a mid-tempo techno song playing. Debbie was on the floor resting on a large, round white pillow bopping her head along. Teresa was reading up on the planet Earth, fascinated by how similar they looked to saturnals. Bianca, however, was staring out the right-side window, her mind wondering. She had completed her training, became the second saturnal female commander, and managed to make it to the same level as her mother did 25 years ago. It was her mother's dream to see her follow in her foot steps as the next saturnal commander, ever since her sister—

"Bianca!" a voice rang sharply in her ears, shattering her thoughts and causing her to turn to the source of it, which was Debbie.

"Come on," she said, "It's 20 minutes to The Asteraid; let's play a game to pass the time."

"Okay," said Bianca flatly.

"Alright, name of the game is 'Mr. Right'," said Debbie.

Teresa sighed exasperatedly, "Not that old game!" She let her head fall on the back of her cushioned seat.

"Oh, come on Terese," said Bianca teasingly, "We haven't played that in years."

"Okay, but," said Teresa, "You go first, sis."

"A'ight," said Bianca casually. Just then a beeping sound came from the communicator on Bianca's wrist. Bianca pressed the beeping screen and a Martian's face appeared on it. Bianca quickly covered it with her left hand.

"I've got to take a call," said Bianca, sounding slightly nervous.

This went unnoticed to Debbie who simply said, "Ok! Teresa, you go first."

Bianca scooted back to the right side of the seat and took her hand from the screen. It was a young female Martian in a pink and yellow dress. It was Shaboom Shaboom.

"Hey, Bianca!" she said brightly.

"Hey!" said Bianca in an equally bright voice. She also sounded relieved. "What's up?"

"Oh, well…" said Shaboom, hesitant on what she was going to say. "I was just wondering if…you were…you know… 'okay' with me being B.Bop's date."

"Yeah," said Bianca, "Why?" she added with a tone of suspicion in her voice.

"Oh, um, well, you guys are BFF's and you know this be the last night you spend together," said Shaboom.

"Oh," said Bianca, a hint of sad realization in her voice "That—that's true…isn't it?"

"Yeah, and also I found out you're assignment for fall and it's gonna be far away from home."

"How far?" asked Bianca.

"Different galaxy far," said Shaboom.

"Well, I'll…um, see you at The Asteraid, Shaboom."

"Yeah, see ya," said Shaboom before her face disappeared. Bianca turned her communicator off and for some reason all around her was quiet as her mind raced with thoughts again, this time of B.Bop.

B.Bop was thinking about Bianca too. He knew that once summer was over he wouldn't see Bianca for, probably, the rest of their lives. 'Maybe that's why they let her in the school' thought B.Bop, 'so we would never see each other again.' He and Bianca had been friends since they were only three; maybe younger. B.Bop was going to miss her; he knew that for a fact. And that soon something like this had to happen to them, but he didn't think it would be this soon. He wiped from his eye a supposed tear, glad he was alone with it. During times when he felt tears when thinking about Bianca leaving, he thought his feelings for her grew stronger since nursery. He even thought once he loved her, but someone told him it was okay, it was okay to love a friend because love is all kinds of things, not just one. And he realized that he did love Bianca but he wasn't in love with her…Was he? No, he wasn't.

It was five minutes to 8:30, and The Asteraid was coming into view. Bianca had seen it once before at her first dance but it was stunning none the less. It had the appearance of a smooth-surfaced asteroid made of pure crystal and had an onyx parking lot formed as a half-a-ring in front of the glass hall and doors.

"It's so beautiful," said Debbie in awe.

"It's one piece of work, alright," said Teresa.

"Why's everyone outside?" asked Bianca. She saw everyone, Martians and Saturnal, graduates out on the ring instead of inside. The limo began to slow down as it descended onto the ring. Bianca put on her shoes and headed outside hurriedly. So hurriedly she forgot the presents. Teresa flew after her but Debbie was still putting on her shoes and noticed the present boxes glow an eerie red…

Not very far away, two of the Martians were playing catch-in-the-mouth with some of the snacks. One was in a black tux with a white tie and white shoulder pads; the other was in a black tux with a black tie and smaller black shoulder pads. You could hardly tell them apart if it wasn't for their ties and their heights. The taller one had powder blue eyes; the shorter one had hazel brown eyes. The two Martians' names were Do-Wah Diddy and 2-T Fru-T. Do-Wah was in the black tux with a black tie. He was in the same class as Debbie and was a newly graduated Corporal. 2-T was in the black tux with the white tie. He was in the same class as Teresa and was a newly graduated Tech Commander.

"Okay, Do-Wah," yelled 2-T as he readied to throw one of the pieces, "Go long!" He hurled it and Do-Wah ran after it. He jumped and it landed straight into his mouth.

"Goo wom!" he yelled back to 2-T with a full mouth and head back to him.

"What'd you say?" he asked Do-Wah.

Do-Wah gulped and said, "I said 'Good one'."

"Oh, thanks," said 2-T. "My turn."

2-T ran out and yelled to Do-Wah, "Hit me, babe!"

Debbie had finally caught up with her sisters, and she had the presents and purses with her. Bianca left the twins alone to ask around. Teresa spotted Do-Wah and 2-T and motioned Debbie to follow her.

"Here it comes, 2-T!" yelled Do-Wah as he tossed one of the pieces to him. 2-T walked back, his eyes on the flying food, but he glanced in front of him for a split second and saw Teresa and Debbie coming. He didn't look back up. He was mesmerized by Teresa. She had made an effort to look good for the prom and it worked! From the blue knee-length dress she wore that asset her figure perfectly, to the elegant bun her hair her was held in by a deep blue velvet ribbon, she was…perfect.

"Head's up!" yelled Do-Wah breaking 2-T trance, but not soon enough, for the snack landed right atop 2-T head with a splat. Do-Wah suppressed a laugh with difficulty but Teresa chuckled and pulled a pale blue tissue from her purse.

"Here, 2-T," said Teresa handing it to him.

"Thanks," said 2-T taking it wiping his head.

"When'd you get here?" asked Do-Wah.

"Just now," said Debbie from beside him.

Do-Wah turned to her and gave her a look over. She was captivating. She always looked pretty whenever he saw her but now she looked gorgeous. Her dress was the perfect shade of red she'd ever worn and her hair was flowing from her head like a dark river of curls. He was tempted to run his fingers right through it, but he restrained himself from doing so.

"You…….. look…….awesome," he whispered to her.

"Thanks," she said blushing. Bianca came to them at that moment.

"There you guys are," she said breathing in a slight huff, "Apparently, someone vomited in the dance room and they have to clean up the mess for the next half-hour." Debbie gagged at the statement.

"Who?"

"Megan," Bianca stated bluntly.

"Oh," said the group in unison

"Great, we lost an hour of the prom," said a voice behind them. It was B.Bop. "Hey, guys," he said casually walking toward them, "Glad I was late, so is my date."

"You can't find Shaboom?" asked Bianca.

B.Bop shook his head and almost on cue Shaboom came into sight. She was a brown-eyed Martian with a pink and yellow patterned knee-length dress and yellow shoes.

"Hey, everyone," said Shaboom.

"Guess you didn't look hard enough," said Teresa.

"They finished cleaning early and we can go back inside now!" yelled Shaboom happily.

"Let's go!" shouted Bianca and the group followed the large crowd toward the path that led to the glass doors. A genuine mood of happiness fell over them, but the same could not be said for Gabriella.

Back at the house Gabi was still sitting on the concrete, her body still num from the brief beating she had gotten earlier. She gained the strength to move again and headed into the house straight to her room. She really liked her room. It had lime green walls and a lime green ceiling with a poster of a lime VW beetle on the ceiling. It had a rug with prints of green, blue and some purple triangles and a soft feel to your feet that Gabi especially tonight for kicked her sleepers off near the door when she came in. Her bed was made already. It was a pale green color with flower prints of every color on the pillows and one big red daisy on the sheet. She had a tint light with and star-shaped lamp shade over it and a small green light bulb was in the middle but it was off at the moment and there was a small lamp on a green night stand with a fuzzy green lamp shade and green faux fur around the table's rim and on the head board of her bed. It was also on her computer that matched the color of her room and so did the chair pushed into the table it was on. The lights in her room were off and her dived into the bed and buried her face in the pillow. She had begun to think.

'Why did I ever agree to this?' she thought to herself. She was going to do something that would hurt her sister Bianca, badly. She wasn't sure but somehow she knew. Ever since the friendship of Bianca and B.Bop began she had horrible visions. Gabi was a seer, she could see the future but only bad things, and the worst were about B.Bop and Bianca. She saw ones with the twins too but they weren't as bad. The older she got the longer and worse they became. She told herself that this was the only way to stop them she was just afraid, for her sister, she was protective toward all her sisters. Was it really to protect them? Would this really keep them safe? Or did Gabi think their safety was more important than their happiness? She battled with these questions until she wore herself to sleep.