Chapter Seven

A tall man sat on the couch as Megan walked into the room. His blonde hair was perfectly messy and brown eyes looked at her.

"Ricky?" Megan gasped. the man smiled and stood up.

"Hey." He snaked his arm around Megan's waist. She giggled and placed her hand on his well toned chest. Kayla looked at the two in surprise. It was exactly like it happened seven years before. Ricky was the charmer and Megan always giggled. Kayla shook her head. Meg ran into the room and stared at Megan and Ricky. She held her head her eyes wide with fear. Kayla pulled Kay and Meg into the corner of the room.

"Whats going on! I thought that Ricky was out of our lives forever!" Kayla whispered.

"I lost control of the story. Its going out of control!" Meg cried out. She pointed at Ricky. "Look!" Both Kayla's looked at Ricky. His eyes were no longer blue. The pupils were pure black XANA signs. "She's back" Ricky broke apart from Megan and walked towards the trio.

"Why don't you go get some food ready?" He asked her. She nodded and ran into the kitchen. Ricky walked over and kissed Kayla's hand. She gulped and straightened up.

"I designed him to pass on the virus to whoever he kisses on the lips. Then the story went out of control. And all the girls he touches becomes infatuated him." Kay glared at Meg.

"You didn't tell us WHY?" She whispered harshly.

"It" She scooted away from Kay. "Slipped my mind."

"You better slip as well if you don't want to be a bloody pulp!" Kay clenched her fists. "You realize what you've done? YOU'VE JUST XANAFIED THE ONLY TWO GIRLS THAT WEREN'T IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE!"

"Only Megan was supposed to fall in love with him. I told you the story got out of control!" Meg whined.

"Hello" A tiny voice came from beside them. They turned to look at a small pale skinned little girl, about five, sitting on the couch with her feet dangling off the edge. A pile of light blue hair sat on her head a small clump of it held back with a dark blue barrete that matched her plain dress. Black mary-janes kept her feet warm. "My name is Laetai." (LAY-tai)