Hey there everyone! What is going on in the world of TG101? Well, aside from preparing for university, which is now ten weeks away, and slowly binge watching Breaking Bad, nothing much is going on. It's been a very lazy summer, which when you live in the middle of nowhere, is a curse and a blessing. It's great for chilling out and not doing a lot, but if you want to have fun or go somewhere, you're pretty much screwed. Unless you enjoy the great outdoors, are easily impressed or below the age of twelve, there isn't a whole lot to where we live. On the plus side, there's very little traffic and it gets pitch black in the winter. As always, ideas are what keep this story ticking, so if you have any, drop a review! If you don't have any, then still drop a review! Peace Out TG101 :-D x

Oh, no. This wasn't good. This was not good.

Glancing nervously at the controls, Sadness whimpered a little as it changed colours and worked of its own accord. From what she remembered from the manual, this was a side affect of 'poo - ber - tee' and was known as PMS - something which happened about a week before Riley would begin bleeding and stuff her face with chocolate and ice cream whilst watching television all the while Anger and Disgust would be the main emotions and she would break out in spots.

"What did you do?" Joy asked, panicked as the control panel continued beeping and whirring incessantly, as well as an alarm wailing over and over again.

"Nothing!" Disgust shouted back, turning up Riley's core temperature a couple of degrees higher. "I swear!"

"Hey, what's with the heat?" Fear asked, pulling his jumper away from his chest. "What are we..." he gave a scream as he realised what Riley was watching "Disgust! We can't be watching that! Riley's too young for boys!"

"Oh Fear, there's one thing you need to get. The week before Riley gets her period-" Fear gulped as Disgust said that. It wasn't his fault! He was a guy! Disgust side eyed him before carrying on.

"The week before she has her period, she has more...urges if you will. Constantly thinking about guys, or even girls and eating until she explodes. Which is why I put the idea in to watch anything with cute guys in it. In theory, this should satisfy her a bit more, therefore making her less...y'know."

Fear looked horrified as Riley seemed to be enjoying what she was watching. From what he gathered, there were a group of shirtless dancers, gyrating and parading about on stage, all led by a guy called Mike.

"Oh, what I wouldn't give for a night with 'em," Disgust drawled, growling playfully at the screen. "Give it all you got."

"Okay Disgust, I think that's enough for one night," Joy said, ever so slowly taking control of the panel, turning down the core temperature, which made Riley sigh as she noticed the time. Rolling her eyes, she switched the television off, the images of the dancers still engrained in her head.

"Right, all of these are core memories and there's nothing you guys can do that will say otherwise," the green emotion said as she carried several spheres to the core memory chamber, a desperate shrill in her voice.

"Don't even think about it," Joy said dryly, pushing a button which made the chamber sink back into place. Disgust whined indignantly, stamping her foot.

"Joy!"

"Hey it's not my fault, I just think you're taking things a leetle bit too far."

Disgust huffed "Fine! But don't blame me when guys won't talk to us."

Ever since poo-ber-tee had taken affect, Disgust made sure that Riley noticed boys a whole lot more: their hair, their eyes, their bodies, she even made sure to check out their butts once in a while. Not that Joy minded. Because she didn't. Even if her friends said otherwise.

Not only that, but the imaginary boyfriend machine had a serious update, with there being superheroes and British accents being thrown into the mix, he now resembled something that of a "fanboy" who also liked to drink tea when the mood took him, which was pretty much constantly.

The current one was under the influence that everything was solved with a cup of tea. If Riley had a bad day, he'd drink tea. If she has a good day, he'd drink tea. If she wanted a cup of tea, he'd drink tea.

Even in school Riley found herself getting distracted under the influence of Disgust, who had constantly had her eye on one particular boy; Wallace King.

She had never spoken to Wallace, however she constantly found herself wanting to talk to him. Who wouldn't? He was taller than she was, with muscled olive skin, plump lips and short dark hair. In short, he resembled that of a teenage Greek Adonis.

If Anger mustered up enough courage for Riley to talk to him, his efforts would be thwarted by Fear and Disgust; with Disgust being too distracted to pay attention and Fear being too attentive, causing Riley to stumble over her words, leaving Wallace somewhat confused.

The school day had gone off pretty good considering; she's beaten her score in the long jump, got an "A" on her book report and science was deemed a success because she didn't manage to blow anything up or set it on fire! Today was a good day. Even Sadness agreed to some extent.

As she sat down to open her lunch box, Riley could feel a shadow overcast her body. Looking up, she gasped as she realised who it was. Wallace. What was he doing here? Had she done anything to offend him?

"Hey. Cool shirt! Mind if I sit down?"

Riley looked down at her shirt. Her blue Captain America one with the long white sleeves. What was so cool about that?

"Erm..."

"What are you doing? Accept! Accept!" Disgust shrieked, rapidly pressing a button. This was the biggest chance of Riley's life and there was no way she was going to let Riley mess it up!

"Sure," she finally said, not realising her mouth was full of chocolate milk by this point. It dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt, making her blush furiously. Ignoring this, she gave Wallace a shy grin "I'm Riley."

"Wallace. You do realise you've got chocolate milk on your shirt, right?"

"Yeah..." she sighed dreamily, realising he was giving her a weird look, before clearing her throat. "Yeah."

"Look at her! She's not even doing it right!" Disgust wailed with a stamp of her foot, her green flats barely making a sound.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Joy mumbled, observing closely. "He seems to be enjoying himself."

"Of course he would! He's a guy!" Anger quipped, lumbering over to see what was going on.

"A guy who would reject us at the first chance," sighed Sadness, crying a little. "Why bother when we're only gonna fail?"

"Hey guys what's the big commo - is that a guy?" Fear asked, pointing at the screen."Am - am I seeing right? We're talking to a guy? A cootie infected, booger crusted guy? Cooties, as any seven year old knows are HIGHLY contagious! Symptoms include: little finger dropping off, tongue going black and blue spots on the arms and or ears!"

Joy rolled her eyes. "Fear! We haven't worried about cooties since second grade!"

"Yeah," Disgust nodded, agreeing with Joy for once. "And also, note the term second grade."

"Fine." Fear put his hands up in defeat. "Fine. But if Riley can't do pinky promises anymore, don't say I didn't tell you so."

As he went off to his bedroom, Joy and Disgust gave each other a small high five.

This was going to be good.