Wish Upon A Star

Chapter Four

Well guys, here is the eagerly awaited next chapter to Wish Upon A Star. I am really, really please over all the reviews and I hope that you will continue to enjoy the story. As before can you please, please review for me! XD! On with the story

I still can't get over it! My wish actually came true and now I'm eighteen years old! I don't know the how, when and where of it, but I do know the why. We are meant to be together, obviously, otherwise this would never of happened. But, it's not that straight forward. The catch is that I cannot tell him it's me. Hard, yes, but, with that aside, I still have lady luck with me.

"Run that me again?" Russel asked, a look of utter confusion plastered on his face. The girl in front of him, Noodle, sighed and started to pace the room. Now, with one of the drummer's huge sweaters atop of her robe, she scratched her eye, took a deep breath and repeated what she felt was the thousandth time her story.

"Right. I'm Ashai, an eighteen year old Japanese girl. I'm a very good family friend and have known you ever since I was little, which is no lie really. After a recent family tragedy, you invited me to come stay with you at Kong, and I arrived during the night, okay?"

Nodding, Russel's face showed a brief look of understanding, before the old look of confusion was back in its place. "But, err; what shall we say about you, well, err, little you? Cause you've kinda disappeared."

Bringing a long, delicate finger up to her mouth in silent contemplation, the eighteen year old, stood still for a few moments before saying "I'll write a note, in Japanese, saying that I have gone to Japan to look for clues about my past. Then, you can get me to translate for everyone."

"Man, all this talk of you and little you is really confusing, but, I'll do my best to help. I just dunno why you want to cover all this up."

Stopping momentarily and looking glumly at the floor, Noodle merely muttered. "I have my reasons." After a few seconds of standing in silence, Russel finally broke it by saying, " Well, er, just wondering, have you actually got anything to wear, cause something tells me you can't go round wearing that all day." He gestured towards his sweater, hanging limply off of the girl's body.

"I have a dress, but, I am saving that for something. I also have underwear and socks, but that's about it." The girl shrugged at him. Holding his fat chin in his hand, the rapper looked up at her. "We need to do something about that."

After giving Russel strict instructions on an outfit, and giving her clothes sizes, he had gone and bought her something more practical to wear than his sweater.

Now, standing in front of the full length mirror, Noodle took in her new attire. I have to say, he made a great choice of clothes.

The outfit consisted of a round necked army camouflage t-shirt, which accented her figure perfectly without showing her midriff off or being too tight. Jut below this was a pleated black skirt, which came three-quarters of the way down her upper thigh, some way above her knees. Completing the look were some very stylish, under the knee black leather boots.

Her hair tickled her shoulders, lying in loosely bound pig-tails with some bobbles from her jewellery box. Looking at the image in front of her, Noodle looked her new body up and down, smiled in delight, and turned to walk to the door.

Turning round as he heard the door click, Russel found the smiling form of a beautiful girl in front of him. "So! What do you think?" She asked in delight, twirling around on the spot. Looking her up and down, he pulled a face of unsure ness. "Are you sure about that skirt? Now you're wearing it, it looks a little short."

Stopping mid-twirl, Noodle looked down at herself. "It's only the same length as the skirts and shorts I used to wear."

"Yeah, but back then you were only eleven years old, now your eighteen and" he gestured quickly towards her chest, "more adult"

Seeing the look on her face, he held up his hands and said "Hey! Hey! I'm only looking out for you. You know what Murdoc will think."

He was cut off mid sentence by Noodle pulling a face of disgust, and speaking in a tone as disgusting as her expression "Eww! If he even thinks about trying anything on with me, I'll HIYYYA!" She shouted bringing a flattened palm crashing through the air, inches from Russel's face.

"Right, well, just be careful. Now, we best go down to breakfast. Gotta act normal."

This is it. My big chance. The first time he'll see me. Well, the first time he'll see me n this form. Obviously, he already knows me and my personality! XD That poses to be one of my biggest problems. Keeping my personality the same, but not letting on it's me. Well, I am quite a good actress so….

"Ello Russel!"

"Alright mate." The usual greeting and sights of his friends met him as the drummer entered the kitchen. 2-D, the handsome (An, well he is for me!) blue haired pretty boy, was seated at the table in the middle of the room, half a pop tart in his mouth while he spoke, waving with jam smeared fingers.

Meanwhile Murdoc, the 35 year old Satanist, was bent over a kitchen unit, eating cereal from the box with one hand, while scouring the daily papers to see if they were mentioned anywhere absently with the other.

Instead of moving to his unusual place of ransacking the cupboards for anything he could fit in his mouth, Russel instead stood slightly to the side of the kitchen door, scratching the back of his neck.

"So, err, guys, I've got something I wanna tell you." Russel stated awkwardly as he saw two pairs of eyes on him." Well, I'd like you to meet a very good friend of mine."

Seeing her queue, Noodle took a deep breath and opened the door…

So, that was chapter four! I left it on a cliff hanger didn't I? Older Noodle is going to meet the guys! What will they think? XD don't worry I'll have the next chapter up soon! I am writing the story on paper and have found new inspiration from Green Day. Please, please review! Thank you:D