Since I have until tonight to finish, I'm doing one right now and one a bit later. This is called 'Nail Polish'. We'll find out where I'm going with this once I get there.

Patricia had always had a nail polish obsession. Mostly black, but sometimes purple or red. Depending on her mood, really. And, as silly as it sounds, she considered it a habit.

If she didn't have nail polish on, it didn't feel right. She wasn't herself, really. Maybe it's because it was more 'punk' or 'goth' that way. She wasn't really sure. All she knew was that she needed it.

And that was why Alfie was going to die for stealing it.

She had been looking around for it the entire morning, asking people, and- not even joking- she printed out a flyer and taped it on the TV. She didn't have any luck. That is, until she went an asked Alfie.

"W-what?" he said, after she had asked him if he knew where it was, "B-black nail polish? Nope. Haven't seen it. Bye-bye now!" he closed the door so fast you'd think that Patricia was a monster trying to kill him. Well, she wasn't yet anyways.

"ALFIE LEWIS OPEN THIS DOOR!" she screamed, pounding on the door. Alfie really is a bad liar.

"Can't, sorry!" he replied, "Changing!"

"5… 4… 3… 2…" she counted, meaning it as a warning.

He opened up the door slightly and peeked through the crack.

"Trixie, come back later, yeah?" he asked, "On a really tough level of Zombie Destroyers and-"

"I thought you said you were changing!" she interrupted.

"Um, well I…" he trailed off as Patricia pushed through the door to his room.

And sure enough, on his bed, was her nail polish. Not to mention a ton of other things that she hadn't even realized were missing: her black converse, her favorite perfume [he must've just stolen that, because she had just used it this morning], and her watermelon licorice. [It was her favorite candy, and that was her last bag.]

"ALFRED MARMADUKE LEWIS YOU ARE DEAD!" she screamed, chasing him down the hall.

"Trixie! I can explain!" he said, still running away from her.

She stopped.

"Two minutes." She stated, giving him the death glare.

"Okay," he took a breath, "I wanted to surprise you."

"By stealing my stuff?"

"Let me finish." He said.

"Now," he continued, "Well, you know how your birthday's coming up and all, and I wanted to get you something nice, y'know, a bunch of your favorite stuff. So I took you nail polish because I needed to buy the right shade. I took you converse because I know that there was this really expensive and cool pair at the mall you wanted, and I needed your size. I needed to know you favorite candy, and I had to know that I was buying the right perfume. I'm really, really sorry, Trix!" He braced himself for the impact of her fist to his face, but what she did next surprised him.

She hugged him.

"Thanks Alfie." She said, but then added, "Now give me my stuff back and I'll promise to act surprised on my birthday.

They laughed. Same old Trixie.

"Sure." He replied, "But you have to get me something awesome for my birthday."

She smiled. Patricia had a feeling that they could be great friends, maybe even more someday.

YAAYYYY! Only one left now! Awesome! That was kinda Alftricia, so, like, yah! Hehe(: Look for 'Valentine's Day' up pretty soon [Probably half an hour- an hour].