Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.

"Guys, this trying to be friends first is killing me," Foxy complained to Freddy and Bonnie.

It was the day after the girls' little "bonfire". The girls had been laying low by staying upstairs, leaving early in the morning, and getting home late at night when the guys had retired to their rooms for the night. It was almost like they didn't exist, something that scared the guys.

"You think this is killing you?" Bonnie fired back. "Kat hasn't spoken to me in over a week."

Freddy groaned, putting the newspaper up in front of him. He was the only one of the guys that the girls weren't mad at, something that drove Foxy and Bonnie up the wall.

The newspaper was suddenly pushed down onto the table.

"What?" Freddy snapped in irritation. "I'm trying to check the stocks." He pulled the paper back up.

"Fred!" Foxy whined, yanking the paper down again. Suddenly, he stopped. "Is Chica the jealous type?"

"Hardly, why?" Bonnie replied in confusion.

"We'll see about that." Foxy darted out of the room.

Freddy and Bonnie looked at each other.

"This is going to end badly, won't it?" Bonnie inquired curiously.

"Probably," Freddy replied without hesitation. With that, he flicked the stocks back up. "Maybe now I can read in peace." He mumbled.

"Fred?"

"What?" Freddy snapped exasperatedly, slamming the paper down. "What do you want?"

When he looked up, his eyes softened. Kat stood timidly in front of him, gently tugging at one of two braids she had her hair in. Behind her, Ophelia stood looking annoyed while Chica had an arm wrapped around her.

"I'm sorry, girls," Freddy apologized genuinely. "I thought you were Bon or Fox." He pushed the stocks aside. "What's up?"

"I don't know how offended I should be that you thought we were one of them," Ophelia snarled. She let out a huff. "What's Fox planning?"

"I have no clue," the brunet admitted. "Do you girls need anything? Want to go anywhere?" Truth be told, he was ecstatic they made an appearance and wanted to take advantage of it.

"Um," Ophelia looked between Kat and Chica.

"Gym?" Kat spoke up hopefully.

"Again?" Ophelia whined as she clutched a lock of blonde hair. "We went this morning."

Kat shrugged. "Well, let me know." She left the dining room. "You can get your hair cut, Lia." She called over her shoulder.

To the older blonde's dismay, part of her hair had gotten signed from the fire. She had yet to go to a salon.

"Great idea," Ophelia agreed. "Let's go, Fred."

"What?"

"You said anywhere."

Chica laughed as she left the room. "Have fun." She said.

Kat went into her room and settled in bed, intending to just lay there. She piled three layers of blankets on top of her before resting her head down on her pillows.

On second thought, she was feeling a little weird. Maybe she just needed sleep.

A knock on the door caused her to internally groan. The redhead debated on answering while covering her head with her blanket.

"What?" She finally snapped.

"Can I talk with you?" Bonnie asked.

"Fine, whatever." Kat replied. She rolled over to face the door.

Nervously, Bonnie stepped in the room and hovered by the door.

"I won't bite," Kat sighed in irritation. She rubbed at her forehead.

Bonnie stood next to Kat's bed, squinting at her. "You okay?" He inquired in concern.

"Yes." The redhead groaned. "Is something up?" She pushed herself up.

"Don't get up." The purple hair man sat down. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said on New Years Eve."

Kat wasn't trying to be irritated, something was just stirring inside her, a pounding headache and the lightheaded feeling.

"It's fine," the redhead said. "I know it's not that big a deal but it seems like it is at the same time."

"No, I shouldn't have said it," Bonnie protested. He reached out and placed a hand on Kat's shoulder. "I don't like hurting you."

What Kat did next surprised him; she scooted over and rested her head on his arm. "It's okay." She said.

"So, we're okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine."

Bonnie wrapped an arm around the redhead and stroked her hair. He couldn't help but be worried, noting how she had been clutching her head lately and more irritable. He made a note to talk to Chica and Ophelia to see if they noticed anything.

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Later that night, Chica was preparing dinner while Kat read in the corner. Ophelia was admiring her new haircut while she ordered Bonnie and Freddy around the dining room.

"Not like that," Ophelia barked. "This isn't some fast food joint."

The door opened and Foxy strolled inside with a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes at his side.

"Hey guys," he greeted. "This is Anna, I just started seeing her."

Kat and Ophelia immediately whipped their heads towards Chica, abandoning what they were doing.

Chica nearly dropped the frying pan. "Oh," she stuttered. "Um, didn't know we were having company."

"Fox," Ophelia drawled in a low voice. "Can I speak to you a moment?"

Now Foxy looked nervous. "Uh, yeah. Be right back, Anna."

Ophelia's calm demeanor was scaring the redhead man as he followed her upstairs.

"Can't we talk downstairs where there's witnessed?" Foxy asked.

"No." Ophelia was firm. She opened her door and ushered him in.

"This was a bad idea," Foxy whispered nervously

"Damn right it is." Ophelia snapped, shutting the door. "What are you doing?" She hissed as she moved past him to brush tangles out of her hair. "Things were getting back to semi normal. Kat and Bon are talking and this isn't hoing to help!"

"They are? That's great, when did this happen?"

"Don't change the subject." The blonde clenched her fists. "I may be blonde but I'm not easily swayed."

"Never said you were."

"Don't make me ask again." Ophelia was starting to get annoyed.

"Ok, ok, you win." Foxy sighed. "I'm trying to move on."

"Lies, don't lie to me." Ophelia growled. "If you think this will make Chic jealous, guess again." She opened the door. "Hurt one of us, you hurt all of us." She stepped into the hall. "Now, let's go eat."

A/N: Thanks for reading.