AN: See, I'm cranking out the chapters for you since I was gone for so long. Again, thanks to my reviewers. I'll start listing you again in the next chapter.

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Betelgeuse couldn't remember the last time he had been engaged in a pillow fight. Therefore it had taken him some time to realize what the fuck just happened and how the hell he was to respond when he found his pale blond head assaulted by a pillow. However, as soon as he did figure it out, an all out war between the two ensued. It had gotten to the point where he managed to get his little kitten backed into the corner. She had then proceeded to form some defenses consisting of a wall made from her comforter, sheets, and stuffed animals. She also took the smaller pillows and threw them at him. Until she ran out, and Betel refused to use them against her. Thus resulting in a stalemate. She glared at him from her fort, and he simply floated on his back, arms behind his head and legs crossed. He had stayed like that until he noticed she had fallen asleep. Since he didn't feel like exploring, Betel sank to the floor, and sat with his back against her bed.

He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep until the sudden obnoxious beeping of the girl's alarm clock nearly scared the shit out of him.

Then he was thwacked with her pillow again.

Kylie crouched, the pillow held at the ready. He hadn't moved when she hit him, and she wasn't sure what he was going to do.

Finally, he asked, "Are ya gonna turn that fuckin' thing off?"

"Are you going to not touch me?"

"I won't touch ya."

After a moment of hesitation, Kylie slipped off the bed and took the few steps to her dresser and shut off her alarm. Once it was quite, she felt the blonde's arm snake around her waist and he pulled her down into his lab.

"Hey, kitty-cat," he said with a grin. The girl struggled to get up, but Betelgeuse had his arms firmly wrapped around her, and she wasn't going anywhere. The ghost bent his head to lick the side of her neck, but he jerked back. He saw her look at him, just as confused as he felt. Something was wrong with the breather, and it took him a moment for figure it out.

"You're drugged," he said when it clicked.

"Yeah. They think I'm crazy." Then she yelped when he flicked open the top of her robe and placed his hand on her chest. "The hell you think—ow?" A burning chill spread to every part of her body, incinerating the drugs until there wasn't even the slightest trace of them left in her system. She was damn near panting, staring at his hand still on her chest. Then she looked back at him, but Betel couldn't read her expression.

"Better?" he asked her, but she bolted up and practically sprinted out of her room. "Yeah, yer welcome, Kitty."

After two days of perfect clarity, Kylie was more than ready to face her first day of school. So far, things had gone well. No one had tried to talk to her, and she hadn't tried to talk to them. Just the way she liked it. Kylie hated when people she thought were her friends found out she was crazy, so she just didn't bother making any. By the time lunch came along, she was blissfully alone.

Kylie grabbed an empty table and slipped into the hard plastic chair that seemed to be in every cafeteria in the entire world. She was happily munching on an apple slice when she heard them come up behind her.

"Like, you're in my chair?"

Dear Lord in Heaven. Even way out here they spoke Valley Girl.

She tilted her head back to see a tan blonde, her face one of pure disgust.

"Like, OMG! Are you, like, deaf or something? I said you're in my chair. That means you get your ugly ass out of it, and sit with the rest of losers."

Kylie blinked, not entirely sure if she should do what she was told or punch the bitch. Fortunately, she didn't have to choose because someone came to her rescue.

"Hey, Amanda, I think there's a zit on your nose. You should check that out." Her rescuer was a tall, lanky guy with jet black hair hanging adorably in his dark brown eyes. "Yeah," he continued, tapping the end of her nose with his finger. "Right there."

And like any other plastic, she was horrified at the idea of a zit on the end of her nose. So, with her sheep following her, Amanda hurried to the bathroom to check.

The guy grinned and winked at Kylie. "Don't worry about them. They're just jealous 'cause you're totally gorgeous. But we should high tail it outta here before they come back." He held out his arm, and Kylie stood linking hers with his. "By the way," he said, leading her out of the cafeteria, "my name's Byron."

"Hello, Byron. My name is Kylie."

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AN: Sorry it's short, but I thought this was a good place to end it.