Yup. She's still here. Not my fault this was no freaking fun to write. :) Guys I promise this sorta does tie into the plot. Right? It does! It shows stuff! Cause LITERATURE! :') YAY. Larry has serious emotional problems BTW :')

"Er… you guys are friends or…?" Larry asked awkwardly.

Roxy smiled somewhat coyly. Fred answered, "Just friends." He turned around to face Roxy. "So, you hungry?"

"Ya, I sorta am. But don't work too hard on fixing something up."

Fred retreated into the kitchen. The kitchen was an open kitchen and it opened up into the living room. Fred could clearly see, hear, and talk to everyone in the living room from there. He called from the fridge, "Alright, so we have some jello, yogurt... uh… nevermind that's expired… umm… so jello, pizza… umm… ya, no… this slice is like what? Five years old… umm..."

Roxy raised her eyebrows good-naturedly. Larry sighed and waddled over to help his green friend. Honestly, it isn't that hard to do. Larry threw out all the expired foods. He opened up the freezer and took out a microwave-cook pizza. Put the pizza in the microwave and set the timer for 3 minutes. Took out a can of tuna, some lettuce, and two slices of bread. Expertly made a tuna sandwich in seconds. Got a napkin and served it to Roxy. Leaving a startled Fred by the fridge.

"Here, you can eat that while we wait for that pizza to cook." Larry said simply.

"Yeah, umm… thanks." Roxy took the plate.

Fred waddled back to the couch. "Umm… Well, looks like you don't have a pillow. I'll be back real quick." Fred rushed up the stairs.

The silence was very awkward and Larry knew it was because of him. He hadn't even spoken a word to Fred, making it seem as if Larry though too much of himself. Larry sat in a single seater sofa. But, honestly, I'd rather not talk at all right now, Larry thought. However, Roxy spoke.

"So, umm, I hope you don't mind me staying here."

Larry nodded, feeling the need to be rude for no real reason. He felt a bit annoyed. He was angry. Not at Fred, Roxy, or that purple guy, but at himself. And, of course, being penguin, Larry couldn't bring himself to admit that he was wrong to have ignored Fred. After all, he believed himself to be the practical one. The infallible one. So, as a result, Larry was in an unhappy mood.

Roxy scoffed. "Umm. Seriously? Does that mean 'yes, I mind' or 'yes, you can stay hear'?"

Larry decided that now wasn't the time to act all sullen, after all a mood like that won't last long when there is a guest in the house. He would definitely act like that later, he decided. He sighed apologetically and lied, "Yeah, sorry, I am just tired. I wouldn't mind at all if you stayed here." Larry fought to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. I think I am starting to hate penguins as much as I hate puffles. Remembering puffles, Larry looked around for Circle. I'd bet a billion coins that Fred forgot him at the concert. Or that he lost him.

"Oh, okay thanks... uh, you looking for something?"

Larry looked up at Roxy. "Umm, ya, actually─"

Fred came bounding downstairs with a pillow. "I found a pillow! At last!"

Roxy laughed and waddled over to Fred. Larry got up, too. As he gave the pillow to Roxy, Fred said friendlily, "I gave you the fluffiest one I could find."

"Aw, thanks! I am so glad I met you! You're such a good friend!"

Despite the fact that he had been regretting having this "guest" in his igloo, Larry felt slightly jealous at how easily the two got along. He pushed those feelings away. Geez, I hardly know her. "Hey, Fred, where's Circle?"

Fred looked up at his roommate, "Oh, Circle's at the Puffle's Hotel. He was way too tired to come all the way back home."

Larry nodded and slouched back into the couch he had got up from. The other two penguins sat on the bed-sofa. Together. Happily together. Chatting happily together. Larry felt isolated. So, he spoke, "So, how long have you two known each other?" I bet for no longer than twelve hours.

"Oh, Fred and I just met at the concert." Roxy grinned. "Yeah, we started talking as we were waiting for the concert to start."

Larry nodded. "Oh, and I don't mean to be rude, but why t─ why do you need a place to stay at?" He was about to say "why the hell" but of course, that would mean he was trying to be rude.

"Ah, well, you see my igloo is really far from here. The only reason I came here was to go to the concert. I was gonna meet up with my friend, Linda, but she said she couldn't make it. So, I had to find some place to stay…" Roxy explained.

Larry nodded again. I don't understand how people take such stupid risks. I mean, she just assumes that all the penguins around here are safe!

"Want to watch some T.V.?" Fred picked up the remote and looked at Roxy questioningly.

"No, thanks. I think it would be more fun if we talk. You know so we could get to know each other."

What a stupid idea. Larry sighed inwardly and abruptly realized that the last sentence Roxy said was directed at him. Damn. I swear I want to die. Roxy continued, "So, I know what Fred's favorite color is. What's your favorite color, Larry?"

Larry looked up. Does it look like I am in elementary? "Oh, I know that question is lame, but you have to start somewhere," Roxy quickly said.

Fred cut his navy blue friend off. "Well, I sure as hell know his least favorite color. Purple. Right, Larry?"

Larry rolled his eyes. "Well, you're wrong Fred. My least favorite color's green. You can guess why." Larry looked back at Roxy. "And well, my favorite color, I suppose, is… blue."

Immediately after that Fred blurted out, "Got to go. Be right back." With that, he ran up the stairs as if Herbert were chasing him.

Roxy looked at Larry questioningly. Larry said simply, "He had to go."

"Oh." Roxy laughed. "Well, then."

Larry's head hurt. He was beginning to get a headache. He was tired. He heard the microwave ding. Smiling, Roxy looked at him. Not awkwardly, but warmly. Well, she is a nice person. Larry got up from his sofa. "Er… I am going to go wash my eye. It is sorta bothering me."

Roxy nodded. "Sure. I'll go get the pizza."

Rubbing his eye to make his lie seem real, Larry hesitated. Roxy waved her flipper in assurance. So, Larry went upstairs and went into Fred's room and found his green roommate looking at himself in the mirror. Fred turned to the door. Larry instantly apologized, "Sorry."

Fred grinned, "Damn right, you're sorry." Larry knew he had been forgiven.

Fred nodded happily and was about to rush into the hall to get back into the living room, but Larry stopped him. "Wait, Fred."

Fred turned around. "Yup?"

Larry blurted out his question. "Do you like her?"

Aww. So cute. Yup, puppies are cute. That is one of the facts of life. Remember that. It will help you. At some point. :D YAYS! Feel free to review… or not… :P :)