This one's dedicated to Nerdybarista [Response to your reveiw: haha, Thank you! I'm not a fan of Dott either, but it was fun to write xD Oh good I'm always happy to hear someone's excited for the next drabble :3]

And Younger Wonder [Response to your review: Oh goodie :D I'm so thrilled to hear that you liked it! and that you were happy with the subtle pairing, I couldn't picture in my head a more intense one xD you're very very welcome!]

I hope you like this one! I think I'll take a break from a romance for a drabble, yeah? I'm thinking a Chris and Chef friendship talk, a B and Dawn friendship moment, or a Sierra fangasm. You decide in your reviews!

Enjoy!

Dakota was sobbing, wheezing, crying, weeping. She whipped a clawed finger against her cheek. Enough crying, Dakota. Enough.

"But I can't!" She whispered to herself, "I'm a big, orange, spiked and ugly monster!"

It's all because of that Chris!" Dakota growled like a wolf and punched her hand. She felt her hair. It has grown to her shoulders, but it was still green. And she was still orange. She looked Anne-Maria that one time when she used twenty-four cans of spray tan. Heh heh, that was funny. She sniffled, trying to cheer herself up. At least she was tall now!

She stood up and bumped her head on the ceiling. Too tall. She whimpered.

A knock on the door rung in her ears. She really didn't want to see anyone today. "Go away." She snarled. Hey, that snarl was terrifying. She could get used to it.

"Dakota? It's uh, me… Sam. Sorry if I'm intruding, I know you probably don't want to see, um, anyone, but I brought you something…"

Sam! Of course she doesn't want to see Sam! He said he liked her like this but … it's still embarrassing!

"I brought, uh, chocolates?…" Chocolate!

"Uh, come in." she said, as sweetly as she could. She unlocked the door with a flick of her tail. Sam walked in, carrying a heart shaped box with a pink ribbon. "Aw Sam!" Dakota squealed, forgetting for a moment she was a monster.

When she remembered (She was reminded when the chocolates seemed as small as pebbles), she started crying again. First it was small drops, but then it turned into a wave of sobs.

"I-I'm ug-gly Sam!" Sob, sob, "I'll n-never be p-pretty again!" hee-heep.

"Aw, um, Dakota, don't say that." Sam said, edging closer to her. He put a tentative hand on her shoulder and patted lightly, "It's alright."

"N-No! You're probably here onl-ly bec-cause you feel-l b-bad for m-me!"

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. No, he was here because he cared about her.

"Dakota, I'm not here to pity you."

Dakota stopped, "You aren't?"

"Of course not. If it helps at all…"

Dakota looked at him with pathetic eyes, hoping for some encouragement. What she got, however, was way more then she could imagine.

"I still think you're beautiful."