Sorries I haven't updated this fiction in a LONG while…. I have been busy with school and other things! So here it is, the chapter you've been shivering with antici…………….pation for, Chapter 10. Oh and BTW, I still don't own these flippin' characters. Sad, huh?

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Janet was a bit taken aback by Brad's question. She hadn't really had time to think about their future, let alone if they were still going to get married. She knew she still loved him, but she wasn't sure about everything that had happened. "You mean, you still want to get married?" She asked, remembering what she'd seen on the monitor.

Brad was about as shocked at Janet's response as what she was to his question. "I… I guess," He said. "I love you and I just assumed that we'd still go through with it…" He said, trailing off, a bit hurt. "But if you don't want to, it's okay," Brad quickly added. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"B-Brad…" She began, not wanting to break his heart. "I…I just don't think after what we've been through that I want to rush into anything…" She watched his expression fall and took his hand in hers. "I love you, I really do…But I want…No, I need to explore other things first. You understand, right? I mean, Frank opened up a whole new world for the two of us…And I'm just not sure that I can let that go just yet." She slipped the ring off of her finger and put it in his hands.

Brad nodded and faked a smile for her. "I understand. I want you to do what makes you happy, Janet," He said, sounding a bit overly cheery. Inside he felt sick and rejected. He wanted so much just to turn back time and for that awful night to be forgotten… Or did he? He had to admit, it was pleasurable for him as well; his first sexual experience. "I-I'd better get going…" He said, standing up, still clad in his floorshow costume.

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Magenta almost cracked a smile. "Alright, brozer…But I am not ze only one vho is going to do ze straightening around here," She said, sternly.

"Of course not, Magenter…I'll take the kitchen," Riff Raff said.

"But, ve cleaned zat last night!"

"Then my job…is finished," Riff Raff drawled with a smirk.

Magenta glared at him. "Fine, be zat vay to little sister…But just remember vho really runs zings around here…" She was, of course, referring to their sex life.

Riff's eyebrows rose. "Alright, I shall…help you with your domestic duties…"

Magenta grinned. She always knew how to get her way…

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Rocky's stomach began to rumble, startling the blonde creation. He knew he needed food, and fast. Getting carefully out of the tank, Rocky tip-toed to the kitchen, hoping to be as discreet as possible while getting some sustenance. He opened the refrigerator, getting out some leftovers from the night before. (Eddie, in case you were wondering.) He took a large chunk and hurriedly returned to the tank, thankful that he hadn't been noticed. As he sat eating in the rainbow-colored tank, he couldn't help but think of the pretty girl he'd been with the night before…