AN/ hey guys. This may not be my best chap since I didn't bring my sisterhood books with me and therefore dont have all my fan fic writing suppiles. Also, this is ashared computer so I have been adding to this chap little by little whenever i get the chance.But I hope it will do. Pretty please review. Tibby/Brian shippers, dont hate me lol, how boring would it be if everything was always perfect.

Tibby stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. A pale-skinned, freckled girl with a nose ring and colorful streaks through her long brown hair stared back at her. In no way a beauty, thought Tibby. For not the first time that week she wondered why Andy wanted to spend time with her when she was sure there were plenty more attractive and wealthy girls who would throw themselves at him at the drop of a hat.

Brian was watching her from the couch. She looked at his reflection in the mirror and continued to comb apply her mascara. 'What Brian?'

Brian had been distant ever since the night Tibby had revealed she was going on a breakfast date with Andy. Brian had warned her against him. Of course being told she shouldn't go out with Andy because he wasn't as Brian put it 'her type' just made Tibby more determined to have a great time, and she had. Andy had swept her off her feet.

The breakfast had been a success, despite the awkward beginning when Tibby had to confront Andy about his real identity. Tibby had felt uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed when she told him she knew who he really was, but Andy just shrugged it off.

Tibby had thought back to the day she had met him in the lobby. Andy hadn't actually told her his name was Randal, just the girl at the reception. She had never given it a second thought after that. She had just assumed. So really, Andy hadn't deceived her at all.

'Tibby' came Andy's voice.

She snapped to attention

'You still want to have breakfast with me don't you Tibby? Knowing who I am doesn't change that. Right?' He was smiling.

Tibby wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear insecurity in his voice, and that made her feel more comfortable in his company.

'Of course I do' said Tibby with a laugh 'where's the food? Lead the way'

'I know I suggested the Hotel restaurant, but I've got a better idea. If you're interested'

'What, are we going to fly to Paris for croissants?' she said in a mock bimbo voice. It was out of her mouth before she even had a chance to register it, she cringed visibly and looked at Andy apologetically. He just laughed at her and shrugged 'Sorry Tibby not today, maybe some other time.'

Some other time? She spent the rest of the day trying to decide whether he had been being serious or not.

Their breakfast date had ended up lasting the whole day. They had sat in the botanical gardens eating French pastries-Andy's idea-and watching the people walk past-Tibby's idea. They had taken turns deciding what peoples lives were like, and Andy had Tibby in hysterics with his extremely imaginative descriptions. She loved spending time with him and she was sure the feeling was mutural. She had been proven right when he asked her out again. This time to a band she loved that was playing an exclusive gig, which he had tickets for. How could she resist?

'I just don't see why you're putting so much effort into making yourself look different' came Brian's answer. Dragging Tibby back into the future. She wiped the dreamy smile off her face and turned in her seat to look directly at Brian.

'What do you mean 'making myself look different', I'm just making an effort to look good' she snapped at him. She was sick of him making her feel bad about spending time with Andy.

'You don't need to make an effort' Brian snapped back

She didn't even hear the compliment

'Just because I'm putting a bit of makeup on does not mean I'm changing who I am Brian. What is with you, you're acting like a child.'

The look Brian gave her made Tibby almost feel guilty

Brian walked towards the door 'Well then, my immaturity and I will leave you alone' he said, letting the door slam closed after him.

Tibby was close to running after him, she knew he was probably just worried about hergetting hurt. He always had her best interest at heart. But she just wanted him to accept that she didn't need him to look after her, she was an adult after all.

She had been so excited when she had told Brian about the band her and Andy were seeing. Both her and Brian had loved 'World Order' since they stumbled across one of their songs on the internet. Tibby had even offered to ask Andy to find an extra ticket for Brian, 'don't do me any favours' had been his sour response. Then Brian had done his best to talk her out of going. Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll were all key arguments.

'I've already got one father Brian, I don't need you lecturing me. I'm going.' She had replied flatly, refusing to discuss it anymore. She was starting to regret sharing a room with Brian the way he was acting.

There was a knock at the door. This was it. She opened the door and attempted her best 'dazzling smile'. Andy looked suitably dazzled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said 'You look great Tibby, very…. photogenic'

Photogenic? What was that supposed to mean. She shrugged it off, he had said she looked great. The hours in front of the mirror were paying off. He looked amazing, stylishly ripped jeans, and a black t-shirt with 'World Order's' logo on it. His curly dark hair, messy enough to look tussled, not knotted. He had it going on. Tibby felt extremely shallow.

He held out his arm to her and she linked hers through.

'Shall we go my lady, your chariot awaits' he said with a wink. All her doubts flew out the window. He was her dream man.

'Lead the way good sir'