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I pucker my lips at myself in my mirror, examining the shade of red lipstick I'm wearing. I like it. It looks nice with the top I have on, and I have to look nice for my date. Then I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, smiling at my reflection. A pretty brunette girl with red lips, green eyes, and a red shirt smiles back at me. I wink at her. She winks back. I click my tongue and snap at her. She returns the gesture. I jump and scream when Yo-Yo walks in my bedroom door. So does she.

"Yo-Yo!" I yelp, holding a hand to my chest, turning away from the girl. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I'll try harder next time." She grins. "Why ya wearing the squishy pants?" My only pair of skinny jeans we call my squishy pants because...well...we just did. No real explanation. But I hate them.

"I have a date," I reply, smirking and turning back to mirror girl. She tightens her ponytail at the same time I do.

"Perv finally asked you out?" she asks. I'm about to reply, but she continues on with, "Finally! Gosh, took him long enough! Really, you've known each other for sixteen years, seventeen next week, and he's been crushing on you since then, but he just asked you out!"

"Yo-Yo!" I exclaim. "I'm going out with Ritchie!" A silence cackles after my words.

"Oh," she says. "Oh. Well. He's a good drinking buddy. And he really seemed to like you."

"And I really like him. So don't mess this up for me," I command. "Nor you!" I add as the Once-ler walks in.

"What did I do?" he asks blankly.

"She doesn't want you to screw up her date," Yo-Yo says. "And you better not, or I'll hurt you."

"Thank you, Yo-Yo!" I say, smiling at her, though surprised. "That means a l-"

"Only I can screw up her dates," she finishes. I slap my palm to my forehead.

"Thanks, Yo."

"Welcome, Pinwheel!"

~!~Oncie's POV~!~

I hear a loud revving sound coming from outside. Sally and I look up from the game of Slides we're engaged in, right in the middle of a good sixteen, too.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Ritchie!" Sally exclaims, jumping to her feet excitedly from the sofa. She runs outside, and Yo-Yo and I follow her. My eyes widen at the big black and blue motorcycle parked in the driveway, beside her father's old green car.

"Oh," Yo-Yo says from beside me, "he's got a motorcycle? Perv, you better step up your game!" I say nothing for a moment.

"I know," I mumble. Sally grins and waves at him before turning around.

"Okay, I'll see you guys later. I guess I'll be back at like, ten-thirty-ish. My curfew is eleven, anyhow." She surprises me by giving me a big hug, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tight. "See ya!" She dashes off the porch, over to Ritchie, who gets off the bike. They say stuff, she laughs, he hands her a helmet, and he gets on. She swings one leg over the end of it, holding onto his waist tight with one hand while waving goodbye with the other. Now he revs it and she quickly grabs on with the other. They both laugh again.

Jealousy is coursing nonstop through my body until they drive away. It must be noticeable, because Yo-Yo says, "How you gonna compete with a motorcycle, awesome hair, good looks, and a cool accent?" I glare at her.

"I could get money to get a motorcycle," I say sarcastically. "Yeah, sell some useless crap. Like you!" She takes a swing at my head, so I quickly duck before she hits me.

~!~Sally's POV~!~

"That was so cool!" I squeal, jumping off the motorcycle and pulling off the blue helmet. Ritchie grins and gets off the bike, taking my helmet and setting it on the seat. "I loved it!"

"I figured you would." He takes my hand and leads me into the restaurant we're at. The guy standing at the door grins at him.

"Hey, just go on in." We nod our thanks at him and walk in. A waitress leads us to a two person table and says, "Hello, I'm Amy and I'll be your server for tonight!" She stops and looks at me for a second. I'm a bit freaked out, but then she goes, "Dead girl! That's where I know you from! You were the chick that died in that thing! Um...Broken Dreams?"

"Shattered Dreams," I correct, grinning.

"Yeah!" She smiles. "You were great!"

"Thanks!" I say, smiling. "You go to my school?"

"Yeah. I'm a junior." She leans on the table with one hand, smiling at me. I glance across to see Ritchie, glaring at her. "I totally believed you."

"You and everyone else," I laugh. "My best friend was so mad when he found out I was lying."

"Oh, yeah, whatshisname." She bites her lip, thinking. "He's tall..."

"Tall and skinny with dark hair and blue eyes?" I insert. She nods. "That's the Once-ler."

"Yeah, him!" She smiles. "I saw him in the crowd. His eyes were so big and scared. Then he fell down and your teacher was telling him you'd be okay. I probably sound like a five star stalker here, but I was just behind them."

I laugh. "It's okay. I'd stalk him if we didn't spend basically every waking moment of our lives together."

"He's just so stalkable!" Amy laughed. I laughed, too. She grinned at me. "I should probably take your orders now. What would the two of you like?"

"Sweet tea for me, please," I say. She scribbles it down on a little pad in her hand. Then she looks at Ritchie.

"And for you?"

"Pepsi," he replies. She scribbles that down too, smiles at me, then walks away. I fold my arms on the table in front of me.

"She was nice!" I say with a smile.

"Chattery," he counters. "Waitresses should take an order then leave." I frown.

"You're just saying that because she liked me more!"

He grins. "Maybe." We both laugh.

"So, uh..." I think for something to say. "How long have you worked at The Neon Place?"

"About a year or so," he replies, shrugging.

"How long have you known Yo-Yo?"

"About a year or so," he repeats. "She showed up there on my first day of work." I nod.

"That's as much as I would have expected. She's insane."

"Yeah, she is," he agrees. We sit in silence until Amy comes back with our drinks.

~!~!~!~

"I had so much fun," I say to Ritchie, smiling and getting off the motorcycle. He mimes my actions and says, "Yeah, me too." I look up at the building he parked outside of.

"Where are we?"

"My apartment," he replies.

"Oh..."

"Thought you might come up for a bit?" he suggests. I shrug and he leads me up. Something inside of me, somewhere, is telling me this is stupid, but I ignore it. Ritchie's cool. He's not going to do anything bad.

"Welcome to casa de la Ritchie," he says, opening the door. He leads me to the sofa, where I take off my coat and tentatively sit down. He sits down beside me. "You know, Sal..." He takes my hand. "I really like you."

"I like you, too," I reply, smiling faintly.

"Good." All of a sudden, his lips are on mine, kissing me fiercely. Shock replaces and nervousness I had as I try to push him off me. But something in the back of my mind asks...what's wrong with a kiss? Just one kiss never hurt nobody.

I argue, What about that one villain in Batman with the poison lipstick? I can practically hear it shaking its head.

Just shut up and kiss him. I shrug and do as it says, returning Ritchie's kiss. I had been kissed a few times in the past, twice by Oncie, once by another guy, but none of those had been this...deep.

"I'm sorry," he says after a few moments, pulling back. "I have to use the restroom."

"I-it's fine," I say, breathless. He stands and walks off. I cross my legs. And uncross them. Cross them again. I sigh and mess with my hair slightly. A cold shiver runs down my spine, so I grab Ritchie's jacket, which is next to me. I slip into it, but as I do, his wallet falls out, and a credit card out of that. "Oops." I lean down to pick it up, grabbing the credit card, too. Once back in my sitting position, I open the wallet to put the card back in, and my jaw drops in anger and shock at what I see.

"Back!" I hear Ritchie say as he enters the room. "What's up?"

"You...you...!" I stand up, whirl around to face him, holding up the condom. "What the hell kind of girl do you think I am?" His face pales.

"Uh...that's not what it, uh...I swear that's just -"

"Disgusting!" I hiss. "Absolutely disgusting!" I throw it down and turn on my heels to leave.

"Sally, wait." He grabs my arm. "I wasn't planning to do anything, I just thought you might want to so I -"

"Shut up!" I snap, yanking back my arm. "Shut up and never speak to me again, you sicko!" I turn again and storm out.

~!~Oncie's POV~!~

I block Marshall's king. "Checkmate." He pounds his fist on the table and curses.

"Dammit, Once!" he exclaims. "Third time you've beat me!" I grin.

"Can't beat a genius, Marsh." He rolls his eyes and stands up, saying, "I'm going to bed. You can stay here tonight if you want. Just take the guest room."

"Thanks, Marshall." He walks to his and Rina's bedroom, yawning. I lean back on the couch and take my hat off, boredly spinning it on my hand. I drop it as the front door bursts open.

"What are you doing here?" Sally asks. I turn to see her standing in the doorway.

"Nice way to greet your best friend," I say, frowning. "What's wrong, Sally?" She leans on the back of the couch and presses her face into the cushion beside me.

"He's a perv," she groans into the black leather. "He had a condom in his wallet." My face turns hot in anger.

"He what?"

She pulls her face up, puts her mouth real close to my hair, and loudly exclaims, "He had a condom in his wallet."

"I heard you the first time!" I say, yanking away. "Did he try to make you..."

"I didn't let him get that far," she sighs, falling over the back of the sofa onto the cushions, her head on my lap. "We made out, he went pee, I found it, I yelled, I left." I nod and mess with her hair absently. "I was gonna walk home, but then the waitress from the restaurant we went to was driving along. She goes to our school and saw me being "dead" -" She finger quotes the word " - so she goes, 'Dead girl walking! Need a ride?' So she drove me home."

"Nice of her," I say. She nods.

"Yeah." She rolls over onto her side, her head still in my lap. "Why aren't there any good guys any more?"

Because you won't open your eyes and look at me! my mind screams. But I just say, "There are. They just don't deserve you." She looks up at me and smiles.

"You're too sweet, Oncie." She yawns. "And I love you bunches." I smile.

"You too, Sally."

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