Sunday. The first day in a long, long while that Klara didn't have rehearsal or a performance. She fully intended to drink milk, run like she meant it, and live it up a little. Honestly, the theater was spectacular, but it could get a little draining.

Or a lot draining.

Klara sat patiently, staring at the clock above the door. She shifted a little on the ratty cushions and watched the second hand tick aimlessly.

8:55. Five more minutes before she could wake up Chris and Caleb without getting ripped to pieces. And believe it, she'd learnt from experience.

8:59. Goddammit. One more freaking minute, that's all she needed. Klara tapped her feet. If those goddamn gay boys wouldn't bang their heart out at night, they could be hitting the streets already, checking out that new clothing store. It was supposed to be pretty funky, and KK was having shopping urges.

Still, past experience. She knew not to wake them. Yet.

9:00. "FAAAAAAABULOUS!" Klara screamed and jumped up, running full speed down the narrow hallway of their apartment. She crashed face first into their door, and banged on it with the furious release of pent up exuberance.

"C'mon my little gay boys, I need your keen eye and dignified sense of style! Time's wasting, up up UP!" Klara twirled around, and started a rhythmic battering on their door. Sleepy mutters came from inside, accompanied with deep sighs.

"We're up, we're up." Chris shuffled out of the door in a pair of sweats, obviously Caleb's, by the size. He shoved past Klara and stomped around in the kitchen, grumbling about the lack of good coffee in the house.

He wasn't a morning person.

But he looked fabulous in heels.

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By 10:00, the three of them were sitting around the table, eating Captain Crunch and discussing the plan for the day.

"Urban outfitters is a must, if you want something funky, Klara. They're kind of pricey, but you've got a bit of money stashed away, haven't you?" She raised her eyebrows at Caleb, and smirked.

"A bit! Baby, we're stars in the best damn show on broadway! Okay, maybe it's not an amazing income, but I've got spending money, natch!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and giggled, pulling out her wallet. "And if not, we can start our own acapella group on the streets. Just for today."

Chris shook his head at the two of them disbelievingly. "You are far, far too chipper to be human at 10:00 AM. What have you done with my friends, fiends?" He stood up gracefully, and swept out of the room, nose in the air.

"…"

"…"

"…right, like I was saying. Urban Outfitters. There's a new thrift store down close to alphabet city, too, we could check it out."

"Totally. And I seriously need a new hat."

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"Hats, Dats, Bags, that's my coat! We give discounts…" Klara sang under her breath, shifting through the rack of shirts in front of her. A bright green one with the words "Actors do it onstage" jumped out at her. She grinned as she read it and checked the price, only 15 dollars! She draped it over her arm and walked over to the dressing room.

It fit almost perfectly to her form, wrinkling just enough around her curves, and the green worn to give it the vintage look. She bought it on the spot, and wore it the rest of the day. Sometimes, you just had to indulge yourself.

"Klara, come look at this!" Chris called from the back of the store. He was positioned near the jewelry section, admiring an ornate choker, silver threads, and a large black opal set in the middle, it looked as though it would fit right into the hollow at the center of your neck. It really was gorgeous. "Nice shirt, by the way," he said.

"Thanks…" Klara answered, entranced by the necklace. It looked really old, almost antique. She wondered how much something this gorgeous would cost.

"Look, it's only 30 dollars," Caleb stated, coming up behind them, and flipping it over. "KK, it would look amazing on you! You've got that pale little goth thing going on," She mock glared at him, and took the necklace out of his hands. "You're lucky I'm proud of being a pale little goth kid, jerk." She laughed.

"Hey, Goth kid by day, stripper in the Nederlander by night!" Chris chimed in, slipping his arms around Caleb's waist. "Don't forget junkie," He laughed, pulling Chris closer. They nuzzled their noses together before allowing their lips to meet.

Klara shook her head and smiled at the two, lost in their own world, before turning back to the jewelry in her hand. She knew she really shouldn't, but her hands moved of her own accord, and she opened her wallet, heading towards the counter to pay.

She came back and the two were leaned against each other, taking in the other's scent, and just being happy. It almost made her cry, the simplicity of it all. They really did love each other more then life.

Chris pulled away as Klara approached, noticing she still had the necklace. "Oooh!" He cried. "Did you get it? Here, let me put it on you." He lifted it around her neck, pushing the short strands of hair away from the nape of her neck.

She remembered a coldness as it bumped against her neck. As it settled there, it seemed to come alive, glowing with a sudden heat.

And then, the world flared green.

A/N: So, I've got Klara back to her peppy personality. I planned from the beginning to make her a very vibrant character, but her angst just seemed to write itself.

Anyway, things are heating up, and soon Klara and the C's will be on their way to a really amazing journey.

But first, I wanna clear things up a little bit. The basis of this idea is in total crack, but it's not written so. I fully intend to make this a complex, interesting story that has characters with their own inner conflict to resolve. And I think it'll go on for a while.

Also, the necklace I attempted, and failed to describe is this one, http://whisperinthetrees. . That's me, but not my deviantart account. If you want to contact me over dA, I'm TolkienkookAD.

Danke!