As the last body came out of the hedge maze, Master Fung gathered everyone together. They formed a small clump, and Master Fung pointed towards Raimundo and Torie. "Now, I know I originally had the winner choose a partner and not have to do their chores. However, I'll rather let you each place your chores on someone else's shoulders. You two may relax for the rest of the day, after you assign your chores," the old man said, and Torie immediately pointed to Omi.

"Cue ball has my chores. After all, he is obviously under the impression women aren't as high on the social food chain as men. So, he can see what women go through each day. Everyday. For their life," an angered Torie said, and Omi was about to run up and punch her arm when Kimiko restrained him.

"I wouldn't do that, she's already mad enough," Kimiko whispered, keeping a tight grip on Omi's arm.

Raimundo spread an evil grin on his face. "Hmm, I'm not sure who I want to give my chores too. Kimiko's always been hitting me in the arm; I've got the bruises to show it. Clay has never really supported my music or my slang; I must've gone through three MP3 players by now. And Omi… Well, I won't make him suffer any more," he said, no longer pacing but looking at Kimiko and Clay.

Kimiko's eyes got all wide and innocent, and Clay took off his hat and bowed to Raimundo. "Hmm, Eeny Meenie Miny Moe, I'll Pick You And You Shall Go," he began, only to have Clay interrupt him.

"Well, actually the rhyme goes-" he began, only to be interrupted by a loud laugh.

"Way to go Clay, you got my chores. Toodles," Raimundo announced, running off and dragging Torie behind him.

"Woah there Turbo, mind slowing down. I like my shoulder where it is. ATTACHED TO MY BODY!" she screamed the last words, causing him to stop. "Thank you."

"So, what should we do?" Raimundo asked, and Torie shrugged. "You up for soccer?" the brunette boy suggested, and she smiled.

"I guess. But while we play, I think we should put on some music. It helps me concentrate," she said, flashing a CD in her hand and running to get a Boom Box. When she returned, she quickly inserted the CD, and Raimundo heard something he wasn't accustomed to.

"Country? Why did you choose Country?" he asked, and she smiled.

"Rascal Flatts is one of my favorite groups, and by far my favorite country one," she casually replied, flipping to number five on the CD. "Look, I have a song for you."

Alright, don't kill me. I realize this chapter is extremely short, but the next one is kinda songfiction-ish. It was either this chapter really long and updated in a few days, or you get this and wait a few more days for the rest.