Author's Notes: Wow, thanks for the positive feedback and all the alerts! I'm glad this had such a great start. I hope all of you enjoy reading this as much I do writing it! And on the topic of updating, I don't do it until I have the next chapter typed and then while you guys read, I revise. :)

Anyone want to name my chapters for me since I can't think of anything? :'D

Also, does anyone else ever notice that there's the one channel that is always playing Star Trek? 8D

Star Trek (c) Paramount

An hour had passed since Gillian left Antonio to himself and she was just driving around neighborhoods aimlessly without any real destination. She could just go home like any other normal person, but if she remembered correctly, Ludwig would be up watching that Star Trek marathon with Alfred (they were such sci-fi geeks). She could just go to Francis' and get drunk and pretend the whole thing with Katyusha and Matthew never happened. Though, now that she thought about it, she really should just go to Matthew's house.

Before she knew it, her car was parked in the William's driveway. She was hesitant to get out though and it wasn't because she hadn't crashed there often (quite the opposite, she did it to the point where his parents didn't really like her), but it had something to do with the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Claiming it as anxiety, she pushed the feeling away and got out of the car and was soon pushing open the front door (she'll never understand why they never locked the door with the world they lived in today) and found the television in the living room as the only source of light. Moving closer, she peered over the couch to find it empty, leaving her confused. Why would someone just forget to turn the television off? She figured she might as well turn it off for them then.

Gillian reached for the remote that was lodged between the cushions, but snapped back at the sound of a voice. "Gil? What're you doing here?"

Forcing a smile to her face that twitched, Gillian replied, "Are you saying that you don't want to bask in my awesome presence?"

He had taken a seat on the couch then, to which Gillian did as well by hopping over it and landing comfortably close to the blond, and said, "No, I just, you know my parents will be mad if they find you here again."

Rolling her ruby eyes, Gillian pulled the tie from her hair and shook it out, sinking lower in to the seat and crossing her arms over her chest. She knew his parents didn't like her and their sort of relationship and she couldn't even begin to express how grateful she was that he never abandoned her. Not only that, but they weren't particularly happy with how she'd sometimes throw parties at her house that were loud and usually involved alcohol and the occasional drugs (that depended on whether or not Lars showed up or not).

When the commercials ended, it was ironically Star Trek to pop up and Gillian sighed. "You should just come to my house if you're going to watch this, Alfred and West are already watching this." They were all such dorks.

"My parents would be mad if I left," He said quietly.

"Mein Gott, Matt. Are your parents ever going to not be mad at you?"

"Well... You know how they keep telling me to find a girlfriend? Well, I asked the girl you worked with on a date, we're going to Applebees tomorrow," The Canadian stated, his eyes looking to his friend for approval.

Gillian swore her heart stopped then. No, no, she didn't like him… she just didn't like the idea of her best friend being involved with the Braginski family. Yeah, that's all. She had to save her friend from the clutches of evil, but how could she crash a date without him getting suspicious? That's how she thought of her awesome idea.

"We should go on a double date," Gillian suggested, meeting the blond's bugged eyes.

"You're dating someone?" He looked genuinely surprised at the idea of his best friend actually being romantically involved with someone.

Biting her lip, she replied, "Yeah. You remember Antonio, right?"

Matthew appeared ready to question her (does he remember that Antonio was dating Lovina?), but instead just smiled innocently and agreed to the idea. "Meet us there at seven, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you there," She agreed and stood up abruptly. On her way out, she was about to exit through the door when she paused momentarily and asked, "Can I keep my car in your driveway 'til noon?"

"Go ahead," He said and waved at her absentmindedly from being too engrossed in the television.

She gave one last look before leaving, treading across the yard to her own house and entered, making sure to make her arrival known with the loud call she gave out. As she ventured in, she found that all the lights were out and as she wandered through the halls, she didn't stop until reached the living room where the television was on rather obnoxiously and two figures were half asleep on the couch. With a raised eyebrow, she went in and stared at them, noticing the empty beer cans loitering the floor around them - there must've been at least a dozen.

Squatting to eye level, she tilted her head and winced at the strong smell of alcohol coming off from Alfred. Oh, stupid American's. They can't hold their liquor even if it would save their lives. She then moved her gaze to Ludwig and found him only a slightly better condition with half lidded eyes and dark circles forming under his eyes.

With a heavy sigh, Gillian pushed Alfred on to the floor, earning both the sound of cans crunching and a whimper, and she sat at the foot of the couch, leaning her head in to the palm of her hand. She might as well supervise the two blonds since they were both younger and underage, besides, Star Trek couldn't be that bad if Matthew liked it.