A/N: Wow, my third chapter today? Nikki asked me to write one while she was watching NCIS, so I did. Hooray. I'm trying not to skip over any holidays, but I might not do Easter just because I've never had an Easter celebration before. I don't know what it's all about. All I do on that Sunday in April is pull out all my old Miyazaki movies and watch them all, starting with My Neighbor Totoro and ending with Spirited Away. It's fun.

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"We are doing something for St. Patrick's day, whether you like it or not!" Natasha said, her voice cracking like a whip through the calm atmosphere. It was a few days until the fateful holiday, and they were planning what to do. "I say, we all dress up entirely in green. Hair, nails, lipstick and eyeshadow for the girls," Catherine said, laughing. She was half-kidding, and was surprised when Mia said, "That's not a bad idea."

"I like it. You know I look dashing in green," Greg said, flashing a devilish grin. Sara rolled her eyes, but smiled. Greg burst with pride at her smile. Nick looked jealously on, until Sara told him "You look great in green, too, you know."

Nick felt himself begin to blush, and he looked down. Sara settled her eyes on his obvious embarassment, smiling a secret smile to herself. "He doesn't know how much I meant it," she said, remembering a day he'd worn a green t-shirt to school. She'd thought it looked fabulous, but she'd been too shy to say. She also remembered the green dress shirt he'd worn to the dance, and how it made him look so...mature. Of course, she'd been too busy with that scumbag, Conrad, to be able to dance with him or Greg. She had regretted it every day after she found out what a horrible manipulative person Ecklie was.

Nick looked up, and saw that Sara was looking at him. He wished he knew what she was thinking, whether she felt the same way, or even if she really meant that he looked good in green. He made a mental note to wear more of the color, and fell back on his hobby of memorizing everything Sara said to him.

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The girls were going through Sara's closet. All the boys had opted for watching a movie, saying they'd wear green on St. Patrick's Day, but they didn't want to help Sara choose her outfit. They were watching Sin City, and all the girls had decided to dig through Sara's stuff and borrow green articles of clothing.

"Oh, this is so cute! Can I borrow it?" Catherine squealed, her head buried in a pile of clothes.

"You found something green?" Mia asked.

"No, but this shirt is adorable!" She said, holding up a black muscle tee with the words "Fashion Victim" printed across it in pink. Sara raised her eyebrows and said, "That's my pajama shirt." Catherine looked steadily at her. "Is that a yes or a no?" she asked playfully, setting the shirt down on top of a stack of folded jeans.

"Fine. But you have to return it in the same condition you got it in," Sara said in a bossy voice. Then she smiled. She had laid her hands on an emerald green v-neck, lowcut on the neckline and high on the waist, a shirt that would show just the right amount of midriff to be sexy.
Natasha gazed longingly at the shirt and Sara tossed it over to her.

"Try it on," she said casually. Natasha stripped out of her red t-shirt and put on the green one. It looked amazing. The bottom of the shirt barely reached the top of her low-rises, showing just a little peak of tan skin when she moved the right way. "You have to wear it," Mia said, admiring the way a plain shirt could hug someones curves just so, that it could turn someone from a pretty girl into a bombshell.

Sara held up a lime-green shirt. "Try this one, Cath." Catherine caught the shirt when Sara threw it, and she put it on. She looked stunning. It was tight, but not in a slutty way, and it just covered the butt of her jeans. It was beautiful in it's simplicity, like the little black dress that every woman should have hanging in her closet. Catherine smiled. "It was made for you, darling," Sara said, smiling. Mia found the next great shirt. She handed it to Sara. "Put it on, babe."

Sara pulled off her long-sleeved shirt. Unfortunately, at that moment, the boys burst into the room, Nick and Greg in the lead. Sara screamed, and tried hastily to cover herself with the two tops she held in her hands. Greg and Nick both yelped in surprise, covering their eyes and trying to get out of the room. They ran into the rest of the male members of the group, and they all became entangled, a mass of arms and legs on the floor of Sara's bedroom. By this time, of course, Sara had managed to put on her shirt, and she was hiding in one corner of the closet.

Catherine took charge of the situation, shoving all the boys through the door and slamming it after them, not caring that the door hit Greg, the last one to leave. "Sar? They're gone," she said soothingly. Sara came out of the closet, still holding her long-sleeved shirt. All four girls burst into simultanious fits of laughter.

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Nick was looking into his closet with a critical eye. He could describe it as Johnny Cash had once described his own wardrobe. "It's dark in there."

He pulled out a t-shirt he'd worn a few times, holding it up next to the dress shirt he'd worn to the dance. He took them both down the hall, knocking on the door to his older sister, Danielle's, room. "I have a very serious question," he said. "Which shirt would make me look more handsome?"

Danielle paused the tai-chi video she had playing on her small tv, and looked over at the two shirts. She folded her arms across her sports-bra-clad chest and stuck her tongue between her teeth, thinking. "I have to say, go with the t-shirt. It says you're casual, but you know how to look nice. You're smart, but you're not stuck up."

Nick smiled at his sister. She grinned back, turning away as he shut the door and pressing play on the vcr.

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The Cure was blasting through the speakers of Greg's cd player. Boys Don't Cry was his all-time favorite album, and it seemed to help him think through his problems. The most pressing matter at the moment being a green tie.

"I know I had one," he thought, taking down the box that held his ties and pawing through it again. He picked each tie up, one at a time, and threw them on his bed. Finally he looked down into the bottom of the box. One lonely tie remained, a bright green one with a pattern of clovers.

"Yes!" he congratulated himself, dancing a small victory dance. He tied it around his neck, then slipped it over his head and threw it on top of a pair of green jeans, a green shirt, socks, and even a pair of boxers that were neon green with darker green stripes. "She is going to love this," he said out loud, thinking of how Sara would laugh at his odd aray of clothing. "I can't wait til St. Patrick's day!"

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So there's my beautiful chapter, written while I was doing my geometry homework. Love it, hate it, don't care, let me know in a review! I love them!
Maddy