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Ooh warning (heh I love tht song) OCCness maybe

"Talking allallala"

Thinking (something that I should do more of)

Written by the fabulous Bicky (the bread) and edited/co-written by the equally fabulous GC (the filling.) NEITHER OF US OWN FRUITS BASKET YO.

BUT BOTH OF US NEED MENTAL HELP! HAHAHAHA

I'm now listening to PAPA ROACH-Bicky GC's probably listening to Pink Floyd

Umm I can't think of anything to say so on with the story!

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Last Chapter

She was wearing black baggy jeans that were ripped and torn, and a top which said, "My mother lied to me as a child, blame her!" and had an assortment of spiky bracelets and necklaces, including a dog collar and a lip piercing at the corner of her mouth.

"Umm HI! My names Jess and I'm assuming the one getting her face sucked off is Tohru?"

SILENCE

"So I'm wrong?"

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Chapter Three

"Uh, hello? Are you all mutes or something? Umm can I have Tohru because I totally don't want to miss our flight." Jess chewed her lip. 'I normally get weird looks but these people are freaking rude!'

"H-hello Jess, I'm Tohru, how do you do?"

"Finally someone speaks! I'm good, but we seriously need to split or else we will miss the plane."

"Okay, can I just say goodbye?"

"Be my guest, but hurry"

Tohru turned to face her family for past two years.

"I'll write! I………." She broke down, she couldn't stand it. 'My life's come crashing down because one selfish SOB thought it was best for me! Why can't I stay happy for a while! My whole life's lived for someone else!' She doubled over and cried silently, everyone staring at her.

Jess was looking at her with an odd expression on her face. 'Wow! Just shows you can't judge a book from its cover. She shouldn't keep her emotions locked up like that.' Jess walked up to Tohru and helped her up.

"I guess we will be going then! See ya!"

Tohru glanced back one final time; this was it. She was leaving her life, love and family behind. All of this was running through her mind yet deep down she knew she would be back to live with the Sohmas eventually.

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The flight was fairly uneventful unless you count Jess getting herself locked in the ONLY working bathroom for and hour and a half, Jess spilling her food down an innocent passenger TWICE! Oh and sending the whole plane in panic after swearing she heard a ticking from a bag, screaming bombs and bloody murder.

"Sorry, Tohru, I'm just not a good flyer," smiled Jess, as they waited by the luggage carousel.

"Tell me about it," murmured Tohru under her breath "My wrist still hurts from holding your hand during the landing." Needless to say, the twelve hour flight had not been kind to her, and her seemingly endless patience was beginning to wear thin.

Annoyingly enough, Jess seemed as awake and sarcastic as she had been before the flight. 'Must be an American thing,' thought Tohru. She looked up at Jess and was surprised to catch her staring straight at her.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" snapped Tohru. Jess's face contorted back into its normal state.

"I wasn't staring at you, I just happened to be looking in your direction. Oh look, our luggage is here!" Jess stumbled towards the carousel, but Tohru grabbed her arm.

"Let me get them. Knowing you you'll probably get stuck on the conveyer belt," she said angrily. Jess looked at her, hurt. Tohru's expression softened.

"I'm sorry, Jess!" She said suddenly. "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch. It's really not like me at all. It's just what with the flight and the leaving my family…" '…Leaving the ones I love…'

Jess was staring at Tohru again, in the same way she had been a few minutes ago. Suddenly her face returned to normal. "That's okay, Tohru. I know it must be hard for you. Leaving the ones you love. Don't worry about it."

She peered over Tohru's shoulder.

"Oh crap. Our bags have gone! We'll have to wait for them to come round again."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" cried Tohru. "I'm sorry for making you wait! I'm sorry that I'm being so horrible! This is all my fault!" The girl was practically in tears.

"Shh, Tohru! Don't make a scene! People are staring!" Turns out that this was the wrong thing to say, as Tohru promptly burst into tears. 'For crying out loud, even I'M not as bad as this,' thought Jess, exasperated.

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Tohru stared out of the window of the taxi as Jess and the driver loaded the luggage into the boot of the vehicle. She was feeling a little better now (a good strong coffee can do wonders for the system, even after a long flight) but she still couldn't ignore the gnawing anxiety that made her stomach churn.

Here she was, in a foreign country, where she could barely speak the language, filled with scary, huge Americans with loud voices. The life she'd known and loved for over two years was shattered. Her home in Japan was thousands of miles away now, along with her family. But she knew she couldn't think like that. 'My life is here now,' she told herself resiliently. 'It's up to me to make it work. I've got to be optimistic. If I let myself fall apart I'll have failed my Mom. And I can't let that happen.'

Still, the fact remained that she was in America, surrounded by big cars and big people and funny smells. And Jess kept giving her weird stares. What was that all about? 'Must be another American thing', she thought.

Tohru was brought back to reality by the sound of the car doors slamming and the engine revving up. Suddenly Jess was beside her, grinning inanely. Tohru smiled back nervously. "So, um, where around here do you live? I mean to say, where will I be staying?"

"Our house – your new house – is about an hour's journey from the airport. It's a nice house, don't look so worried, Tohru! You'll have your own room, next to mine. It'll be great."

Tohru tried to feel relieved.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to say, after we get back to our place and we get you unpacked, I thought we could go and meet up with a few of my friends," said Jess, opening a bottle of pepsi (don't own) and offering it to Tohru.

"Oh… that sounds… wonderful," said Tohru, trying to sound happy, when all she really wanted to do was sink straight into bed and try and forget where she was. The last thing she needed was to be paraded around Jess's friends like some sort of freak show. 'I'm sure they'll hate me. I'll probably say something completely stupid in English and make a fool of myself. They'll all think I'm an idiot!'

"Don't worry, Tohru, I'm sure they'll think you're great," chirped Jess. 'Oh Christ, she's looking at me funny again.'

"How did you know I was worried?" asked Tohru, slightly creeped out.

"Hmm… Just a guess," answered Jess, taking a swig of pepsi (don't own) and burping loudly. 'Ugh, how vulgar,' thought Tohru.

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END OF CHAPTER

wh00t! GC got rather carried away. Note to everyone: We do not hate Americans. nope we dont

There you have it folks chapter three of "Changing" hope you like it please review now!

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