"Didn't you know? I thought you guys knew already that they were your neighbors," Lydia exclaimed as she pointed to Brandon and Sky.

"But, but, they're, they're, they're so….." Stella stuttered as she stared at them wide eyed.

"But what Dear," Lydia said, "Anyway, I was just about to invite them over for dinner."

"HUH?" Stella and Bloom shouted again at the same time.

That night…

"Please pass the breadsticks," Brandon said to Stella as she angrily handed him the basket, "Thank you.''

Dinner that night was very awkward and uncomfortable. Bloom fidgeted around in her chair as Sky stared at the walls and ceiling. Stella constantly looked in her mirror she had in her pocket and spread lip gloss on her lips even when she was eating as Brandon continuously fixed his hair which was practically filled with gallons of gel.

"Well this is quite discomforting," Lydia said as she munched on her steak, "Why don't I get you guys more water?"

Sky and Brandon looked at their plates, chomped on the carrot, and looked at each other. They gave each other a glance and stared at Stella and Bloom. The two girls glanced at each other. Suddenly, Stella felt a slight jolt at her knee and glared at Brandon, who was giggling quietly.

"Stop it, you'll get wrinkles on my knee," she cried as she kicked Brandon back. Sky who had also joined in the fun and kicked Bloom on her leg was also snickering. Bloom glowered and threw a piece of lettuce from her salad which contained a smear of French dressing back at him.

"Hey, quit it!" Sky cried just as Lydia came back from the kitchen.

"Quit what?" she said as she poured everyone a glass of water. The four teenagers sat silent and continued consuming their food. Sky on the other hand, slyly took a bite of his potato and slightly kicked someone under the dinner table. Surprisingly, Brandon shot him a look and secretly whispered something in his ear when Lydia wasn't looking.

"You hit the wrong one you moron," he murmured.

"Well, it's certainly nice to have some quality time to get to know you two. I mean, we finally have a chance to meet together and actually bond with each other. It's too bad your mothers weren't here to enjoy this lovely meal with us. I mean who what have thought that fashion designing in Paris would be such hard work?" Lydia said, hooting out loud. Brandon and Sky sarcastically laughed along as Stella and Bloom rolled their eyes.

A few minutes later when they were finished eating, Brandon and Sky both pronounced that it was getting late and thanked Lydia for the wonderful feast.

"No problem boys. You can come over anytime! I always wanted two sons of my own that were just as handsome as you guys anyway," Lydia replied as she gave them a hug. Stella and Bloom rolled their eyes again and pretended to act like they were puking.

"Thanks again Mrs. Johnson!" the two boys cried as they walked out the door.

The next morning…

The next day (which was Saturday) Stella and Bloom had woken up early in the morning and set up two magnificent trays of pancakes, eggs, toast, sausage, juice, and a bowl of fruit. They were so excited about that particular day, for it was their parents' anniversary. The girls worked hard to assemble the breakfasts in beds and even composed a small gift.

"Good morning! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!" they cried as they delivered the trays of food to Lydia and Allen who were still half asleep in bed.

"Oh girls," Allen moaned, "You didn't have to do this. I mean, it's only an anniversary."

Lydia glanced at him, "Speak for you."

"So where are you guys planning to go for your big day?" Bloom asked curiously.

"Well, I've been intending taking your mother to that fancy, luxurious restaurant down in Hollywood called Sky Bar. Tonight will be the most romantic night we've ever spent for 10 years," Allen answered, wistfully looking into Lydia's beautiful blue eyes, "We'll be spending the most of the night there and probably stop by elsewhere, so I would appreciate it if you girls just spent your time here. In the mean time, until I get back from work, why don't you girls have some family time together with your mother? I promise I'll come home early for our big night.

Stella and Bloom moaned acerbically and watched Lydia and Allen kiss. When they pulled away, the two tired parents scoffed their food and gulped down their cups of orange juice. Allen, who had been working in late hours, yawned as he ate and tiny lines had formed under his eyes.

"Oh Dad," Stella said, "I need to get you some eye cream."

The four laughed as they continued eating and opening their presents (a silver watch and diamond necklace).

That noon…

"Come on girls," Lydia exclaimed as the three walked through the streets of Hollywood Boulevard. They were almost nearing Louis Vuitton as they rushed into the store.

"They have the cutest outfits," Stella cried as she darted to bunches of clothes that were hanging on the racks. Soon her hands were filled with beautiful gowns, shoes, and accessories.

"Wow Stel! You really know your fashion sense!" Lydia said as she immediately ran to try it on in the changing room. When she came out, all shoppers including Stella and Blooms' eyes were on her.

"Oh my goodness! You look so gorgeous in that dress!" Bloom cried as she stared at the stunning dress. The satin, light pink gown dropped down to Lydia's feet which were also comfortably resting on cut pink high heels.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Lydia asked, "It's so nice to have you girls accompany me with my shopping."

Stella looked at her dress, "You know what? That dress makes your butt a tad big."

She walked around the store as Bloom and Lydia went to look around on the other side of the store and glimpsed at a baby blue dress that was quietly dangling on a rack, "Perfect!"

As she ran to get it, she bumped into another girl who was obviously trying to get the same dress, "Watch it punk!"

Stella glared, "Excuuuuuuussssssssse me!!! Nobody talks to me like that!"

The other girl screamed, "I just did! Who do you think you are, the queen of England or something? Well guess what? FYI, you're not!"

"Oh no you didn't girlfriend," Stella cried as she and the other girl starting pulling each other's hair. They did that for a few seconds until another blonde girl (who was identical to the girl Stella was fighting with) came and stopped them. Unfortunately, Stella didn't realize that she had broken her locket which rolled elsewhere where she couldn't see it.

Suddenly, another blonde, LARGE woman ran to stop them, "Stacey what do you think you're doing? Stop it this instant!"

Stacey let Stella's hair go as she fixed her messy, tangled hair, "Mother, this crazy girl is trying to take that dress I was going to show you for your formal tonight. And look what she did to my hair! It's all ruined now! What if Brandon sees me like this when we're on our date later?"

Stella looked at Stacey when she mentioned Brandon, then screamed back, "Look, I was going to take that dress! But no I couldn't! I'm sorry Miss, but your daughter here was trying to practically tear my hair off! And this dress is also for my mother and it's her anniversary today. So if you don't mind, it would be most suitable for me to have it."

Stacey's mother smiled, then frowned, "Excuse me? Why do you have the right to tell me, an elder lady, to just back off, let you have the dress, and just not have one for myself? A formal is just as important as an anniversary! So next time you try to tell an elder to shut her mouth and go away, you should think before you speak! Come on girls! Stacey, forget that raggedly old dress! We'll just go to another store and we'll find one just as good! Tracey! Let's go!"

The lady followed by her two twin daughters stormed out of the store, leaving Stella smoking angry, "Who does she think she is to tell mwa, Stella the fashionable one, to think before I speak? HMPH!!!"

Stella took the dress off the rack and ran back to Lydia and Bloom and told them the whole story. After paying for the dress and a new blue pair of pumps, they went back home together.

Nighttime…

"Good night girls, we'll be back a little late so enjoy your dinner I made while we're gone," Lydia said as she in her elegant dress and Allen who was beside her wearing a charming tuxedo was almost out the door, "Remember, if there's an emergency, my cell phone number is on the counter and do not open the door for any strangers."

"We know Mom," Stella sighed, "We're in high school, not first grade."

Soon, when the two were gone, Stella and Bloom settled down at the dinner table and began eating their spaghetti dinner.

"So after we eat, you know what we have to do right?" Bloom asked Stella furtively.

"Of course! I hope they like it," Stella said. After they were finished eating, the two swiftly went to their rooms, took out two small shiny boxes, and scampered to their parents' room.

"They're gonna love this!" Bloom exclaimed as she started wrapping the boxes into wrapping paper.

"They should! I mean, Mom always wanted that diamond necklace we bought her and Dad needs a watch. It's no wonder he comes late all the time." Stella replied.

"Hey what's this?" Bloom suddenly asked as she took out a small book from Allen's desk, "I was just looking for a place to put the present in, and this book was in the way."

"Hmm, looks like a journal of some sort," Stella said, examining the diary as she flipped through the pages, "And there are some weird notes in here and it looks like a woman wrote it."

Just as Bloom and Stella were about to read the note, the door to their house opened and they heard a familiar shout, "Girls, we're home!"

The two frantically put the journal back into the desk and shoved the two presents inside a closet. They dashed back outside to the front door where they found their parents inexplicably looking at them.

"What are you girls up to?" Allen asked baffled.

"Nothing, nothing at all. So why are you home so early? It's only been like 40 minutes," Bloom said quivering.

"Well, the restaurant we were going to go to was packed today, so we couldn't even sit in our reservation spots! There was some formal going on in there or something," Lydia explained.

Stacey, Stella thought to herself as she recalled the disaster she encountered at Louis Vuitton that day.

"Hey! I got an idea! Why don't we all just go and eat together somewhere else?" Bloom said.

After agreeing to a place to eat, Bloom and Stella got dressed and the four of them went to go eat.