Look. I am SO sorry about that lackluster Just Kids chapter. To tell you, I'm kinda bored with that story. There's another story idea of mine that's tearing at the walls of my head, bursting to get out, and I can't do it unless I finish either this or JK. JK is reaching its climax, so hopefully it'll come very soon. If I finish the first chapter of the story before I finish JK, however (details at my site), JK will be put on hiatus until URtrip is over. There is also a good chance it'll be discontinued altogether. But I'll try not to. Good? Good.

Of course, this means-MY SUGAR RUSH IS GONE! I guess I needed a healthy dose of school. This means that chapters will come slower, perhaps every week.

Also, I've been getting stuff about, 'When is this going to get more serious?'. Trust me, it will. Once a few more chapters go by, I'll start into the Terra storyline-which gets SO DARK at times, you won't think it's the same story.

Okay.

One more thing- on September 3rd, one year ago, I published The Wilson Incident to FFnet-my very first story! So, basically, I've been on for one year.

SPLEE!

I've heard another rumor, that it's only bad if you respond to reviews via the review system (eg, reviewing your own stories). But I'm not taking chances until anything's confirmed, so it's still over at the forum.
Chapter 7: Living With Idiots, Part 2

Robin opened his eyes sleepily. He looked down at his pillow, which was covered, he realized, in his own drool. He scowled.

"You're not Starfire!" he groaned. He threw the pillow he had made out with for the past six hours at the wall, got out of bed, got dressed, did his hair up, and walked down the hall. Maybe he would catch some cartoons, or a few waffles, or-

The floor felt surprisingly spongy under his feet. He looked down in disbelief. He was walking, amazingly, on a giant waffle! He blinked. He hit himself in the side of the face.

The waffle was still there.

"Must've been a good night, cause I don't seem to want to wake up," he said to himself. He walked on, trying to ignore the waffly goodness beneath his feet.

He got to the elevator. The floor was, thankfully, not waffly here. He pressed the down button and waited. And waited. And waited. And-

ZOOM!

The elevator shot down like a rocket. Robin clung to the wall for dear life.

"WHAT IS WRONG TODAY?" he screamed to himself. He banged against the door until it opened with a small 'ding', opening out onto...

What looked like a disaster.

Several knives and forks were floating, preparing what looked like bacon. Random things were zooming around the room, the walls kept changing color, and everything was just...really, really creepy. And in the middle of all of it-was Beast Boy. He was floating out of morph, holding Cosmo's wand, lazily pointing it at things and laughing hysterically at the results. Right now, he was firing it at a refrigirator, making it sing Cher songs in a very, very deep voice.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" he said, doing a soumersault. "This thing is-" He looked towards the door. His eyes locked on Robin. The refrigirator stopped singing. The walls stopped at hot pink. Things fell.

"Heh, uh, Robin!" Beast Boy said, hiding Cosmo's wand. "This isn't...what it...looks like?" He smiled sheepishly.

Robin was about ready to blow up. And he did."WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS GOING ON WITH THIS PLACE, BEAST BOY? Everything's all...wierd."

Beast Boy chucked. "Ooh, profanity. So you're serious. Okay...long story short, that Cosmo dude gave me this cool glowing stick." He held up the wand. "It can do anything! I just have to wish for it!"

Robin blinked. "Anything? Beast Boy, that sounds dangerous. I should take it..."

"Hey, hey, hands off!" He flew up higher. "I like having ultimate power! It makes me feel COOL!" He smiled a maniacal smile. "And speaking of 'cool', I never really liked your hair done up that way."

"Don't do it, Beast Boy. Don't do it. I like my hair!"

"I WISH-"

ten minutes later

The rest of the residents were slowly waking up.

Raven was first. She got herself ready for the day and stepped out her door, took the steps down to the second floor-

And ran straight into someone with a paper bag on his head.

"Robin!" she said, recognizing him immediately. "Watch where you're going!"

Robin pulled away. "Uh...Raven...DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

"Why not? And why do you have that ridiculous bag on your head?"

"DON'T TAKE IT OFF!"

"C'mon, what is it?" Raven said calmly, grasping the bag. "One hair's out of place?" She chuckled at her own joke, but her face went slack when she lifted the bag.

Robin's face looked okay, ableit horrified. But his hair...it was...

brown.

It wasn't unattractive. It was a nice, healthy shade. But it was startling. Raven stifled a scream.

"ROBIN! Y-YOUR HAIR! WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE-TO-YOUR-HAIR?"

"B-b-b-b-b-b-beast boy," Robin gibbered. "M-m-magic stick...s-something about Cosmo...NOOO!" He screamed like a young girl and ran out of the room, clutching his head.

"Cosmo? Magic stick?" Raven's eyes widened. "Fairy magic."

She stormed into the kitchen. "Beast Boy, what is this about?"

Beast Boy was relaxing on a floating couch, playing video games like he reallydidn't care. "I really don't care," he said. "Or know what you're talking about. Nothing's going on."

"Uh huh, sure," Raven said. "And Robin's hair turned BROWN by total coincidence, yes?"

"Could be."

Raven groaned noisily. "And, how, exactly, did you aquire fairy magic?"

"Fairy magic?" He stared at his wand. "Pah. There's no such thing."

"Your friend, Cosmo? And Wanda? They're fairies. I felt their magic levels. The power levels of our guests are unusually high, Beast Boy. Susan didn't send them for no good reason."

Beast Boy's eyes widened. He took a good look at Raven, then his eyes narrowed to slits. "You're...not...getting...this...wand." He pointed it at himself. "I wish I was outta here!" He dissappeared.

Raven slapped her forehead. "He really shouldn't be using magic like that," she said to herself. "Humans don't have that kind of bearing. Any more and he could die."

She suddenly found herself quite worried. She didn't want Beast Boy to die. It was almost funny. His own stupidity was killing him.

But it was in no way funny to her. She didn't know much about fairy magic, but she knew someone who did.

Wanda.

I can't fit the ending in, so instead, you'll get a Part Three! And then, the true seriousness will start...hopefully.

I need caffeine.

But not from coffee.

Coffee is evil.

I don't care what you say, but I don't like coffee. It tastes too beany.

-SP