Right now, it is January 19th and the current time in my hometown is 7:19 am, I am sitting on a train, having been up for nearly two hours, and am typing this. Please forgive me; I am very fucking tired seeing as I stayed up a little later last night to finish the last chapter so that you guys can read it. See how much I love you? I'm so tired. Fuck.
ANYWAYS, I'll stop with the complaining just for a moment and try to focus on my typing. Hopefully, I won't make too many typos, and I won't fall asleep on the train and miss my stop (not that it's hard to miss, it's the second to last stop).

So yes, I hope you all enjoyed the previous chapter (seeing as I haven't been able to check for reviews again). I thought it was nice, even though it was a bit cliché, at least, that's what my boyfriend told me (although he hasn't read anything from the story yet, so his say in it doesn't really count for much).

Anyways, here's chapter 8. Btw, do you all hate me for making the kiss nothing but a peck on cheek? Haha. I'm sure you all do. (Note: (Time is much later on in the fucking gay day) You guys are so lucky that I have three hours to waste before my train gets here. You should all be thanking the train schedule for being so gay so that I have more time to write. Of course, yours truly is still stuck at school, bored. Damn you AMT, damn you!). (Another note: it is much later on in the day now, I am tired, and have spent nearly one hundred dollars on one book, and a ten dollar booklet of notes for TWO classes. I want to die. Now.)

Onto the story…

Chapter 8

Reunion

As the light slowly filtered in through the blinds, she felt soothing warmth throughout her entire body, causing her limp body to shift slightly and a soft sigh to escape her lips. She moved in the bed, just a touch, just enough to face the root of the warmth. Not wanting to open her eyes just yet, she let her right hand move, and found that it was encased in another large hand. Slowly, she slipped it out, and began to trace up the arm, searching, like a blind woman, for the face to decipher with her fingers and palms.

Her fingers latched onto soft locks of hair, long, but not too long to be feminine. Trailing the hands down to the side of the face, she felt the rugged bumps of a five o'clock shadow dotting the cheeks, and she could feel the slightly sharp cheekbones through the flesh. The skin was warm to the touch, and sent tingling sensations throughout her entire body as she made contact with it.

Keeping her hand on the mysterious man's – for it had to be man, unless there was some strange bearded woman sleeping in her room – she turned her head just slightly. Her lids fluttered open just a touch, and she could make out the image of the man through her dark lashes. Blond hair, masculine face, and, she knew that he had the most beautiful eyes in the world.

Her lips twisted into a sweet smile of loving compassion and thanks, and she caressed his cheek just a bit, not enough to make it seem like they were anything but friends, but just enough to rouse him from his slumber and let him know how thankful she was.

He lifted his head and let out a loud yawn, stretching back in the chair. She figured that his back must ache for sleeping in such an uncomfortable position all night, and she knew it was true when he let out a low groan and rubbed his lower back.

"Remind me never to sleep like that again."

She giggled, sitting up a bit, moving the pillows to keep her back lifted at an angle. "Are you going to spend all morning complaining or are you going to say good morning?"

He jerked back a little at first, seemingly just a touch surprised before the events from the previous night came back to his mind. Returning back to his previous state of mind, which was that of a slightly groggy, somewhat awake Yamato, he grinned. "Well, if you put it that way, then no, I won't, just so that you can suffer."

"You're not very nice in the mornings, are you?'

His lips twisted into a smirk as he stretched again. "No, not really. I have to be honest, I hate mornings."

Shifting to catch a glance of the clock, she returned the smirk, a twinkling in her eyes. "Well, Matt, in about half an hour it won't be the morning anymore, seeing as it's twenty to noon."

"Girls and their specifics."

"I would hate to be the girl stuck with waking up beside you every morning. That poor future wife of yours." Mimi giggled once more before clambering out of the bed and mimicking his stretches.

"That was uncalled for, and quite insulting." He stood as well; folding the blanket he used the previous night. "I'll let you know that girls would kill to wake up beside me."

Her giggles turned into a loud laugh. "Yes, I'm sure of that Matt. They would kill to sleep beside you, and then die laughing when they see you the next morning with your hair all messy, and that stubble. Sure. Any girl would kill to sleep beside you."

As she began to rummage through her belongings for a pair of sock and pajama pants, he snorted in return. "You're so mean in the mornings. You're worse than me."

"Now that was an insult. Before I was stating the fact, but nobody can be meaner than the king." She stumbled slightly as the slipped on her Betty Boop pajama pants, before turning to grin at him.

He laughed, picking up the chair, holding the blanket in the crook of his arm as he made his way out of the room and into the hallway, listening as Mimi's laughed at him, well, not necessarily at him, but just the silly images in her mind, which were currently joining his mind as well.

She followed him out into the hall, and kidnapped the bathroom before he had a chance to even begin saying the word "No". However, she was in a kind mood, and was rather quick at her morning pee, before letting him go in.

Making her way to the kitchen, she found some apple juice in the fridge, poured herself a glass and sipped it, watching as Matt left the washroom to go into his bedroom. "Matt?"

He exited his room, tugging on a t-shirt, looking at her through the neck-hole. "Yes?"

Smiling at him over the rim of her glass, she looked at him with a sweet, sincere gaze. "Thank you. For everything."

It was the middle of the day, a very special day, for it was one of the only days where all eight of the friends had off, and it was used for a special event. Reunion.

Mimi sipped her green tea, sitting back in the chair of a special, reservation room of the café, which she had requested the use of just because it would have been easier for all of the friends to get together without disturbing anyone around them trying to enjoy their relaxing snack.

Just for the sake of it, she had decided to slightly curl her hair, so it fell in waves of gentle curls past her shoulders, shining like it belonged in a Pantene ProV commercial. Her black leather pants were flattering towards her feminine curves, and the red tank top she wore was covered by a shirt of black fishnet, showing just enough skin to make it tantalizing, and yet somewhat sophisticated and chic. She tapped her heels on the ground in the beat of the music playing, waiting for the others to arrive.

Sora was already there, clad in the usual green khakis and black long sleeve she wore on her days off, her hair tied back into a small, slightly cute, ponytail that barely tickled the base of her neck. Her eyes shone with excitement at the prospect of everyone meeting up again, not just seven or six of them, everyone. Her gaze fell on Tai and Matt, who were both clad in the typical male fashion of slightly baggy jeans, while Tai wore a soccer sweater, Matt wore a black, button down shirt. The two males were chatting away, wondering how much Jou had worked to get the day off.

They all knew that Jou was currently in his 'stage' stage, where he would work in a hospital for a certain amount of hours, so that he could complete his course. They knew how much he wanted his PhD and Doctorate, and they supported him all the way.

The first to arrive, as the usual duo, were Hikari Yagami and Takeru Takaishi, Tai's sister and Matt's brother. Kari's hair had grown longer, falling in straight locks just back her shoulders, and she had just recently put blonde highlights in it. She had grown a bit taller, and was still skinny, but had managed to fill out her feminine body just enough to make her appear older and more sophisticated. Her legs were short, but appeared long in the blue jeans she wore, while the white t-shirt covering her chest accented her leaned body, giving her a slightly hourglass shape.

Takeru had not changed, and remained an obvious soccer fan, wearing a pair of baggy black khakis, with a comfortable, loose yellow t-shirt with the brand name written across the front in bold, black and white lettering. Despite time having passed, it was obvious that his hair had, instead of increased in length, shortened. It was cropped short, but not too close to the scalp, leaving just enough for a small handful.

The two laughed at they walked together, barely touching, not giving any signs of interest in one another, which, Mimi supposed, was quite true. She had heard of their relationship over the years, and how, at one point, they attempted to become more than friends. She guessed that it hadn't worked out one bit. But, as she smiled to herself gazing at the two friends, she thought that they would have made a cute couple.

Mimi stood, and Kari stopped in her tracks, before breaking into a run and hugging the girl tightly. "Mimi! Oh my, I'm so happy to see you! It's been so long!"

Mimi hugged the younger girl, smiling and laughing. "I know, I know. It's been too long." She pulled back, looking over Tai's sister. "You've grown so much! And I here you're in your final year of college (A/N: college is the Japanese form of high school.). I can't believe I missed all those years of yours."

Kari smiled up at Mimi, chuckling just a touch. "Mimi, you're talking to me like you're some long-lost relative or something."

"Well, that's what I feel like right now." Mimi embraced T.K. as she spoke to Kari. "You guys are like my second family."

T.K. pulled away, looked her over once, and then grinned. "Wow, you're looking … hot."

Mimi laughed as Sora joined behind her, while Tai couldn't help but not in approval, while Matt blushed a dark crimson, fighting the urge to smack his younger sibling.

"Well, T.K., I think I'll take that as a compliment. I like the hair. Makes you look older." She winked at him.

The blond boy shrugged before taking a seat at the large circular table. "I was in need for a change, and I really didn't want to look like I had some mop on my head, like Matt does."

"Hey!"

The group laughed, watching while Matt slugged T.K. on the arm, but they knew he wouldn't dare use any force, and that T.K. only pretended to be mortally wounded. It was their way nowadays, to just joke and pretend, almost as though they were finally making up for all those years of separation.

"Are you guys starting the party without me?"

Recognizing the matter-of-fact, masculine voice, Mimi spun around, finding Jou standing at the doorway of their semi-private room. Jou had grown taller, much taller, and seemed to be nearly six foot in height, a great feat among people of Japanese origin. She suspected that Jou just maybe wasn't a pure Japanese, and that somewhere along the line, there had been some interracial love. But that didn't matter, because this was the now, and that was the past. Instead of thinking about what was in his genetic make-up, she ran over and hugged Jou tightly. "Jou Kido! Where have you been hiding from me all these years?"

Jou stopped in his tracks and paused as Mimi hugged him, and nearly hyperventilated at the thought of a girl latching onto him. Fortunately for Jou, he had matured, and had, in fact, managed to date successfully. Especially since Matt and Tai had given him pointers, as well as pick-up lines. Such as the one he spoke, "Well, if I knew you were looking for me, I wouldn't have hidden."

Laughter erupted from Mimi's lips, and she pulled back. "Oh my, Jou, that was such a Tai-thing to say.

A blush crept over the black-blue haired boy's cheeks, and he stammered something incomprehensible. Mimi pulled back all the way to look over him, and smiled at his chic and serious outfit. His long legs were covered in a pair of black, slightly pleated pants, while his torso was clad in white turtleneck underneath a grey, V-neck sweater.

"Well, well, Jou, Mr. Serious, aren't we? But don't worry, you still look in-style." She winked at him, wondering when he would remember her.

At the mention of style, Jou's eyes widened and looked down at the small beauty standing before him. "Mimi? Mimi Tachikawa? Holy crow, you look … different."

This time Matt laughed with the others, and Mimi's cheeks turned a vibrant red. "Well, I think I might have been insulted, but I'm not sure."

Jou jerked back, and began his old ritual of waving his arms around in fear of being injured or hated for having opened his 'big' mouth. "No, no, no! That's not what I meant! What I meant was, that, well, you look different from when you were younger. You know, you look older, and more mature and, uh, all that."

Mimi couldn't help but play with his ear-length, dark hair, tugging on it slightly. "You're so polite, Jou. It makes me happy to know that at least you can refrain from calling me hot." She glanced towards T.K., who blushed a vivid scarlet. "But you know, you can tell me if I'm sexy or not."

Jou's blush darkened dangerously, making Mimi wonder if he was going to have some sort of serious brain damage from the experience. "I, um, well, uh, you see, oh crap." His blue eyes were wide with fear, confusion, and, well, more fear.

Mimi laughed, tugging him over and forcefully sitting him down at the table. "Take a seat, relax, and don't even think about what to describe me as, okay?"

Sora giggled continuously throughout the whole scenario, while Kari laughed, leaning on T.K.'s shoulder for support, and Tai and Matt were practically in tears. They had missed the old Jou; the new one had grown far too serious. Fortunately for them, Mimi knew just how to bring back the old Jou.

Mimi leaned over, picked up her tea and sipped it; frowning and placing it back down. "Yuck, it's cold now." She then turned to Sora, the frown still on her face. "Did Izzy say if he was running a bit late or not?"

Sora shrugged in return, her cheeks still hot and red from laughing so hard. "No, I don't think so." She picked up the glass of water in front of her seat, taking a swig from it to cleanse her parched throat. "He could be; it's possible."

Mimi nodded before sitting down again. "True. You never know what could happen. Traffic, bored, hobos, muggers, and all that jazz."

Jou leaned across the table, gazing at Mimi. "Don't tell me that those stories about New York are true. Are there really muggers who stalk you and take all your money and stuff? That's really scary!"

Mimi shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, that stuff happens everywhere, even here. But it just depends on where you live, too. I mean, like, it happens more in New York because there's still a lot of poverty, but less in small towns because there's so few people and stuff. I lived in the semi-upper-class area, so, you know, there was a mix of houses and apartments, so people lived well off, and the muggers tended to stay away from there because the police were stronger, and the robbers stayed away because of alarm systems."

Jou frowned at the explanation. "So, you never got mugged?"

"Oh, no. If I did, I think I would have moved away. But I was lucky."

"That's good."

The final voice belonged to the auburn-haired male standing just where Jou had moments before. He was wearing a crisp, black suit, the jacket open, sans tie, with the first two buttons undone on his white work shirt. Koushiro "Izzy" Izumi grinned, his dark brown eyes glinting. "It's great to see you, Mimi."

Mimi laughed before getting up to hug the final member of her 'family'. "It's great to see you, too." She pulled back, finally examining Izzy's changes, noting his short hair and serious attire. "Don't tell you've become another Jou?"

"Hey!"

"Well, no not really. I just had a meeting this morning, and I just got out of his twenty minutes ago, and I didn't really have time to go home and change." He shrugged, the two of them walking back to the table, where he sat beside Jou, and Mimi went back to her seat.

Finally, all eight of them gathered and sat around the table. Mimi was seated between Matt on her right and Sora on her left, while Tai sat between Sora and Kari, T.K. was squished between Kari and Izzy, and Jou was between Matt and Izzy. (A/N: To make it simple, we'll start clockwise from Mimi: Sora, Tai, Kari, T.K., Izzy, Jou, and Matt).

Immediately, they began to talk, asking Mimi questions about America, discussing Kari and T.K.'s current schooling and ideas for the future, asking Jou how his stage was going, demanding that Izzy tell all the details of the morning's meeting, quizzing Sora on her flower arranging skills, asking Tai about his University work, and questioning Matt about his current social situation.

A waitress came by, which was becoming quite frequent in the large-scale cafés, handing out small menus of desserts, sandwiches, soups, and drinks.

Leaning back in her seat, Mimi looked at the menu and smiled. "Wow, this place is like a Japanese Starbucks! You're become so Americanized!"

Sora frowned at the mention of Starbucks. "Eh?"

"Starbucks is the most amazing, beautiful, Godly oasis in the entire world. If I could, I would live there. They have such amazing coffees and desserts. Yummy!"

"Sounds good," Tai said, reading over the menu. "Now, what do I want? Do I want a lunch, or do I want some dessert?"

Matt frowned in Tai's direction. "Why not get both? That's what I'm doing."

"Great idea!" He then looked around the table. "By the way, who's paying for this?"

Sora scowled at Tai, and smacked his smartly on the back of the head. "Are you telling me you brought no money?"

"Uh, um … yes?"

Mimi put a hand on Sora's shoulder before she had a chance to smack the unfortunate Tai a second time. "Don't worry, I'm paying for it. It's my treat. Consider it one of my Christmas presents to all of you. So order whatever you want, I don't mind. I have enough money, don't worry."

"Are you sure, Mimi? That's awfully nice of you." Jou frowned slightly, feeling slightly like he was going to take advantage of the girl's generosity.

She waved a hand in his direction. "It's not problem, really. Now, you guys, order soon, we don't have all day. Well, maybe we do, but I do plan on getting back to the apartment before midnight."

The group pondered over the menu for a while, and then, when it came time for the waitress to take their orders, they all listed what they wished for.

"I'm having a roast beef sub on white, with a medium Coke, please." Tai smiled as he ordered, giving back the main menu.

"I'd like the ham and Swiss sandwich on white, please, with a glass of water. Thank you." Sora returned the menu.

"Oh, um, I'm going to have the vegetable soup, please, with, um, an iced tea … a medium please. Thank you." Kari closed and handed back the menu.

T.K. followed suit after stating, "Yes, I'd like the meat sub on that cheese and herb bread, with, uh, let's see, a 7Up. Thanks a lot."

"They have a cheese and herb bread? Is it good?" Tai interrupted, and when T.K. nodded, he turned to the waitress. "Can I change my bread to that one, please?" She nodded, scribbling down the request. "Thanks a lot."

Izzy smiled at her, tugging off his jacket. "Yes, I'd like the turkey sandwich on wheat please, with a large, black coffee. Thank you, Ms."

Jou contemplated the menu just a touch longer, before closing it and handing it the woman. "Thanks. Yes, I'm going to have the vegetarian sub, but hold the olives, on whole grain bread, and to drink I'd like some milk. Uh, yeah, 2 please. Thanks so much."

Matt grinned teasingly at the waitress, who possessed a lovely, ample bosom and a pair of lovely grey eyes. "Well, let's see. I'd like the, um, oh damn it, today's special. Yeah, the teriyaki sub, on the same bread as my friend here," he gestured to Tai. "Exactly, thanks. Oh, and to drink? Yeah, I'm going to have a large Coke. Thanks." He winked at her.

Mimi fought a sudden strange, angry sensation that overwhelmed her body. She wasn't sure what it was, just that it made her want to tear the waitress into a million little pieces. Instead, she flashed her brightest, sweetest, sugarcoated smile as she ordered. "Yes, I'd like the Chef's salad. Yeah, the one with the almonds, Brie, and the raspberry dressing thanks. I'll have it as a medium, please. For a drink, I'll have another green tea, please, if it's not too much trouble? Thank you."

Izzy frowned in her direction, while Jou arched a brow, while T.K. spoke their very thoughts. "Well, you haven't changed your eating habits much, eh?"

Mimi looked down at her lap. "I have a bit, actually, but, I just feel like something light and healthy right now. And green tea's really good for you; it flushes out all the bad stuff from your system and all. Jou should know all about it."

Jou nodded. "Yes, it's true. A friend of mine is becoming a Nutritionist, and she says that one of the best drinks for you to have as a supplement of a snack or coffee is tea, especially the herbal kind. They help cleanse the system, removing anything bad from the blood and body, washing it out. As a matter of fact –"

"You know, Jou, no offense, but as much as I'd love to hear you talk all day about nutrition and stuff, I'd rather just talk about something a little more interesting. No offense man."

Jou shrugged at Tai's interruption, used to his reactions towards his scientific, serious analysis. "No problem."

As the group returned to their previous discussions, the song Jewel by Ayumi Hamasaki was blared out, the source being a leather handbag hanging off of Mimi's chair. Blushing darkly, she excused herself before answering.

"Hello? Oh! Hello! How are you? I'm wonderful, thank you. I'm sorry, but I have to cut this short, I'm – Oh, really? Wow, just, oh my goodness, wow!" Mimi smiled broadly, and those listening in and watching swore they saw tears in her eyes. "Oh my, that is such an honour. Oh my, I can't believe it. Thank you, thank you so much!" She choked slightly on a happy sob, and dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. "I'm honoured. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Oh, I'm staying here for a few more weeks, so if you want, you can do a direct deposit thing for me. It would be much easier for, well, all of us." She shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath of happiness. "Oh, of course I will be back by then. Yes, I promise. What kind will it be? Ooh, that sounds very nice. No, you've really outdone yourself. Thank you so much. Oh, the car? Um, let's see. Well, if you don't mind me asking for a pricey one, I've had this one particular one on my mind for while. Yes, it's foreign. Is that all right? Oh, really? Well, which one did you have in mind? Oh my Kami, REALLY? Wow! That's the exact one I wanted! Who told you?" She erupted in laughter. "Oh, that's so her. She's such an adorable, sweet thing. Oh, yes, the bike? Well, I suppose she also told you which one? Yes, that's the one. Wow, you've done so much for me. Thank you, thank you so much. Oh, yes, about the cheque. Can you do a direct deposit? You have the number to do that. Yes, please; it would be a lot easier for me, seeing as I will be here for a while, and it wouldn't be good to mail it and all. Thank you so much. Really, thank you so much. Can I ask how much it is? WOW! That's a lot. Oh my goodness, I'm so shocked. I think my friends might have to call an ambulance or something. Oh, no, don't worry, I'm not dead. Oh yes, of course you're busy. So I will see you when I get back, and we'll make the arrangements? All right, that sounds good. You take care, happy holidays. Bye."

All eyes were glued to her as Mimi hung up the phone, and she ignored it briefly as she took a bite of her recently served salad. Chewing on it, she looked up, found them watching her, and nearly choked as she swallowed.

"What? What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"Who was that?"

"What did you get?"

"Did you win something?"

"How much was that cheque?"

"What about the car?"

"Who told who about the car?"

"What are you doing?"

(Random A/N note/update: I'm dying. I hate school. I hate life. Anger. That's all. Btw, her boss has no name, because, well, the person's name would've most likely given some hint of her profession away. I also hate children. They annoy me. Death to kids on trains at 7am.)

Mimi felt an embarrassing blush creep up her cheeks, and she looked down at her phone sheepishly. At least, it appeared that she was embarrassed, but what was really going on inside her mind was a rampage of thoughts and worries, prayers that she could come up with some sort of false truth.

"Oh, well, that was my boss. She just called to wish me Merry Christmas, and tell me that I was going to get my Christmas bonus, and that we had an important meeting when I get back. That's all." She smiled brightly before digging into her salad once more, hoping to cause some form of a distraction.

"You mentioned a car. What about the car?"

Mimi arched a brow towards the speaker, T.K., and frown through her mouthful of food. Swallowing, she took a sip of her drink before answering, taking the time to come up with another lie. "About that, what usually happens is, if you've worked really, really hard for the company I'm working at, you get a special gift along with the bonus. It usually ranges from something like an iPod or a digital camera, to cars and home stereo systems. She offered me a car, since I got like, five promotions within my first two years of working there." Mimi smiled. "They really like my work."

This time it was Matt's turn to arch a brow. "So, what kind of car are you getting?"

Mixing her salad with her fork, she glanced towards Matt. "Well, that's going to remain a surprise." He then glared fiercely at her, and she looked down, mumbling something incoherently.

"What? What did you say?"

"A red Porsche Carrera 911."

"Are you serious?" Tai's screeched caused everyone in the building to wince with pain, rubbing their ears as they wondered if they were bleeding.

"Are you kidding me? Can you be actually serious? Your boss, just because she liked the work you did, is giving you a fucking Porsche for Christmas? You must be joking. Please tell me that you're joking, or I might die." This time, it was Jou's begging voice that filled the room.

Mimi shrugged, taking another small bite of her salad. "Nope. She does this for all of her employees. Last year, some guy got the latest Ferrari for Christmas, and it was most expensive than my Porsche. Besides, it's an older version of the car, anyways."

"Who cares if it's an older version? The Porsche Carrera is one of the most amazing, sexiest, outstanding, and beautiful cars ever created! You're so lucky." Tai grabbed Mimi's shirt. "Do you think you can have me come and visit, and I'll, uh, 'borrow' it from you?"

"Fuck no. I wouldn't trust you behind the wheel of a car. Never, ever, not even if my life depended on it! Notice how it's always Sora who's driving? Guess why."

Sora laughed at the statement, while Kari giggled behind her hand. Tai blushed a dark crimson, looking down at his sandwich, fiddling with a piece of lettuce that had freed itself from the bread. "Well, you know, not everybody's perfect."

Mimi smiled and patted his hand at the forlorn, saddened look on his face, an exact replica of a child that had been just denied the sweetest of all sweets. "It's all right, Tai, you don't have to be a perfect driver at all. I'm not perfect, I've even gotten into a minor accident before, but you know what, practice makes perfect." She winked at him. "So, maybe, just maybe, if you ever come visit me, and can drive on the opposite side of the road, then perhaps you can test drive my car. All right?"

Tai's face lit up at the prospect, and his smile rivaled the light given off by the sun. "Really? Thanks!"

Kari then frowned towards Mimi. "So, where do you work, anyways?"

"Oh, well, uh," she paused, thinking hard about what she should say. She didn't want them to know just whom she worked for, and what she did, just yet, but she did want to give some sort of hint. "I work for this modeling and video company. I'm one of the assistants to my boss. It's not a major one, where they have people like Carmen Electra or Angelina Jolie working for them, but it's big enough to give me quite the hefty salary." She then stood. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to go to the ladies' room."

Standing and leaving, Mimi made her way to the washroom at a brisk, calm pace, worries flying through her mind, wondering if they had known who it was, if they had heard that it had been a man's voice speaking through the speaker and not a woman's, she wondered if they, deep down, hated her for lying to them when they knew the truth. She had done stuff that they could publicly see, and it was only a matter of time that they put 2 and 2 together to make Mimi liar. They weren't that stupid; she had to give them at least some amount of credit.

Arriving in the washroom, she looked at her reflection, scowling at it. She really was quite an ugly person, deep down, past the supposedly flawless complexion and the lean body. She really was ugly, and she hated herself for that.

Just when the overwhelming thoughts of depression and self-hate began to bubble forth, the door swung open, and in walked the 18-year-old sister of Tai.

"Mimi, I need to talk to you."

Looking up in surprise, Mimi's eyes widened. "Really? What about?"

"It's about your job." Kari leaned against the counter, crossing her arms across her matured chest. "I need to know if you've been the telling the truth all this time, because I think that you've been lying to us."

OMG! FINALLY THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! I have spent nearly a week of my poor, deprived, stressful life working on this, so it better be good! Which means, I better get reviews! Okay, well, PLEASE review. If you don't mind.

I have endured a train filled with elementary, private school spoiled kids, old people who smell funny, my Math and Logic class where I could've slept, and I have basically been to Hell and back. For you! All of you! So yes, if this doesn't turn out good, I'm killing myself. Seriously.

Ugh. I hate CEGEP. It sucks asshole.

Ciao.