There are some things we all want in life. I was never really sure exactly what I wanted, even when I told myself "This IS what I want" I always wondered if it was true, or just something to fill a gap I knew I had. After the rowdies left, things quieted down. So much in fact, that there were certain days that I was so bored, I wished they would come back. Miyako and Kaoru only got deeper and deeper into their relationship. So deep in fact, that they could rarely be in the same room together without kissing. I went on, still having a hatred for my sister. Things never seemed right, most nights I stayed awake in my bed, wondering what was wrong with me…..

((5 months later))

"I can't believe that Miyako is already twenty!" Ken exclaimed, with tears in his eyes.

Momoko turned away from him and wrinkled her nose. She had already gotten her tears out of the way, and was ready for the cake. Even if she was eighteen, that didn't mean she would give up her love for sweets. Ken, Peach, and the professor had all attended the party. The red head was still angry at Ken for dating her sister, and made herself distant.

As the afternoon progressed, it was clear that Miyako wished to spend her birthday alone, with Kaoru. Her friends and family respected her wishes, for Miyako still carried that irritable "innocent girl" charm that often forced others to cave in to her gentle face.

Thus, Momoko sat alone in her own room and stared blankly out the window. The sun was setting behind the trees and it painted the darkening sky with its brilliant colours of red, pink, orange, yellow, and purple. Shadows of playful children became long, and one by one the pink puff heard mothers calling their sons and daughters to hurry and wash up for dinner.

The air was cool and peaceful with only an occasional car zooming by, or a dog howl interrupting the relaxing silence. Momoko wondered about many things, so lost in her sky of thoughts that she barely noticed the night approaching, and the street lights flicker on. Bugs began to chirp and birds ceased their songs, retreating for the night.

"This neighborhood has never seemed so peaceful and beautiful."

The leader smiled as she watched people walk their dogs and cars pull into drive ways. How such little things that were so easily ignored suddenly leaped out to greet her. Momoko even noticed a tiny lizard scurry up a brick wall. She opened her window and smiled even bigger as the sounds of the night began to prance in her room. Feeling free and refreshed, she lied down on her bed, and let the nature of night sing her to sleep.

That evening, for the first time in a while, I felt like that strange gap was closed. I had never been much of a nature lover, I always got bored when people started talking about leaves, and moss that grows on rocks, yet just listening to my neighborhood at dusk flooded me with comfort and happiness. Since that night, if I had ever had a bad day, I'd open my window and observe the neighborhood. It was one particular evening I had felt extra crappy and was in no mood for unexpected guests.

((3 weeks later))

Momoko sat writing angrily in her journal, her eyes red and dry from tears that had been streaming out of her eyes for a few hours. Only recently had she stopped crying. Tonight, not even the relaxing breath of the dusk could ease the girl's stress.

"That was my head you idiot!"

"Well what's your head doing in the way of my rock?"

"What's your rock doing in the way of my head?"

"What are we even doing here any way?"

The leader shot out of her bed and scanned the area; she knew that voice, those voices. She saw no one. Momoko was hesitant to do it, she was already in a bad mood, and there was no telling what this may do. But her mouth moved before her mind could act.

"Br- Brick…?" she moaned, her voice shaky.

There was no answer. Momoko tried his name again, and all she got was a rustle of leaves. The red head desperately glanced about once more, and this time she spotted them. The boys, the rowdy ruff boys that is, standing, drunk as ever. The girl called Brick's name again, the ruff turned his head. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped.

The puff rushed downstairs and darted out the front door. Why she was running to them, she had no idea. When she approached them, they backed away, and it was immediately clear that Brick did not remember his last words to the girl as he stared blankly at her.

"Are you drunk?" Momoko asked, crossing her arms.

"Not at all…" Boomer replied, and circled her walking the way that Jack Sparrow walks. ((If you don't know who Jack Sparrow is, you seriously need immediate help))

The female red head frowned, as it was quite clear the ruffs were indeed drunk. Their postures were unstable and they all seemed dizzy and unaware they were standing in the middle of the street. Momoko herself suddenly realized it, and moved to her house, but she didn't dare let them in.

"Where did you guys come from?"

"The circus…"

"E- eh?"

"Yeah we just went to a circus and threw food at people…it was fun."

The red head eyed the boys, they were quite weird, ever from the day they first met. They lived up to their group name, although it now seemed appropriate to add the word "drunken" some where in there. She couldn't figure out why Brick was staring at her with an awkward expression on his face, he opened his mouth several times as if to say something, but shut it each time.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" the girl demanded hotly, worrying that Brick was looking at her body.

Brick stuck his tongue out at her, his dark red eyes glaring at his counterpart. If the ruffs were drunk, it was beginning to wear off and they were coming back to their senses.

"What's with your shirt?" he replied in the same tone Momoko had used.

Momoko frowned. What kind of question was that? What was with Brick, and why was Boomer chasing a squirrel? True, the male leader had always been arrogant, but it seemed to have been replaced with pervertedness now that he was older. Yet the female red head noticed that the arrogance was back. She was about to tell him there was nothing wrong with her shirt when she looked down and let out a small whimper. There was no shirt to look at.

A/N-Momoko IS wearing a bra….so she isn't completely topless shot

WARNING!

The next chapter is NAUGHTY! I'm warning you now, and at the beginning of the next one. So you can't yell at me when I gave you TWO warnings. It WILL BE naughty and suggestive….and incase none of you knew, which most of you should know……I'm 13 