Heyy . . . .

I'm still sick, but at least I'm not puking anymore. That's a good sign, I hope. :)

Well, I got no reviews with ideas, so I guess this one might just be a nonsense filler. Unless magically I get some sort of awesome idea that makes me snap out of my WB. I'm serious, I've been so clogged up with writer's block I went to sleep CRYING last night because I couldn't think of anything good and I was like, "I MUST UPDATE." Again, I think I'm obessed with updating and making every update a really good one.

But, anyhoo, I'm STILL looking for ideas, you guys! PLEASE! Review me, pm me, I don't care, I just need ideas desperately! I really need you right now! I'm loosing sleep over not having any ideas! PLEASE! I'm begging you, ask anyone for ideas and please get them to me ASAP! I don't want to sound like a bitch or sound desperate but I NEED ideas! Send them to me when you can!

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Disclaimer: I don't know anything.

Warning: As the rest of this story, it has swears. Beware.

Well, here goes nothing! Sorry if it's crappy; low ideas and crappy health issues.

Playlist For Chapter:

Loca - Shakira
Bad Things - Jace Everett (Yes, this is the True Blood opening theme song, and yes, I've watched True Blood before. XD)

The sun streamed in from the windows, casting blissful light on to my eyelids, making my dark world become one of strange, golden light. It warmed me, and felt nice, but my eyes hurt, stinging painfully as I tried to blink, but as soon as I blinked, my eyes opened, and the sunlight was so bright I yelped and I rolled over, away from the burning light. I covered my head with a pillow, my arms aching as I did, the rest of my body refusing to move from its morning slumber. I heard some mumbles and groans and I mumbled something unintelligable myself before I refused to move again and decided vaguely that I was going to stay there for the rest of eternity.

I slowly began to remember what had happened last night, making me groggy just thinking of it. Nikki had past out in the car, so Ivy and I had to drag her into the house after Paul, Embry and Seth had dropped us off waving goodbyes and promising of another bonfire some day. We threw Nikki on to the bed before both Ivy and I laid on the hardwood, smooth floor and past out.

I was just hinting an edge of wonderous sleep when I heard more grumbles, this time louder and easy to understand.

"Ohhhh shit, it burnss!" Nikki hissed mildly as I heard the bed creak, and then a huge thump as the ground under me vibrated. Nikki cussed again. "Fuck, that was my head."

"No wonder it was so loud," I laughed sleepily.

"Renny, screw off," Nikki snarled, though she was too far away to try and hurt me. I heard the slip of fabric before she mumbled, "Comfy pillow."

"Nikita, shut the hell up," Ivy grumbled, before I heard her roll over.

"Renny go back to bed," I mumbled to myself as I threw my pillow over my head again, trying to make the world shadowed again. It wasn't working, so I threw the pillow half way across the room and the world was bright and white and totally filled with the happiness of morning.

A happiness I hated at that second.

"Nikki, what the hell are you doing?" I asked as I sat up, my bones cracking as I did.

Nikki had to be a size two, and the pants she was holding up were probably a size zero. Nikki was trying to pull the pair of jeans pants on, her red hair frazzled on her head, pulled back into pigtails so she could see what she was doing. Her cheeks were red, and she was huffing as she jumped up and down, managing to pull the pants up so they were on her hips. The denim looked like it was ready to rip and shred to pieces. She tried to pull the button together and hook them so that the pants were done up, but the button kept snapping back at her. Her dark eyes were wide, and her lower lip was trembling.

"How long have you had those pants?" Ivy asked as she rolled on to her side so she could see what was going on.

"Since-Grade-Nine!" Nikki exclaimed in gasps as she sucked her stomach in, almost to the point were we could see her ribs through her sport tee-shirt.

"That's just stupid," Ivy said. "You've grown since then. Their not going to fit."

Nikki gave Ivy a death glare. "Ivory Melanie, are you suggesting I'm fat?"

I rolled my eyes, but relief flashed through my veins. "No, she's not. Hell, everyone get's bigger as they grow, Nikita. No worries, we'll find some different pants for you."

Nikki's eyes still flashed with anger. "I didn't grow! These pants fugging shrunk!"

I looked at Ivy, and she rolled her eyes. "Sure they did," Ivory said, shaking out her long, pale blond hair. Her eletric blue eyes were sleep filled and gave them a look of innocence.

Nikki gave out a war cry before flopping on to the bed, pulling as hard as she could to pull the button and button hole together, grumbling and mumbling something about dryer's and how they shrink her clothes. Ivy rolled her shoulders and yawned as she slowly got up into a standing position, her long legs and lanky figure dressed in a willowy pair of penguin pyjamas.

"Face it, Nikki, your pants don't fit. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going down stairs to cook." And with that, Ivy left in a whirwind of white-blond hair to her knees.

I sat there, watching Nikki for a few moments as she struggled, her whole face turning red as she grumbled and struggled to get the pants on. I stood up, legs aching, and shook my obsidian black hair before raising one eyebrow.

Screaming, Nikki jumped up again. "Fuck this. I'm wearing shorts."

Yes, I know it broke off at a really stupid place, but I need it to be there to keep it open for any other random ideas I can come up with. If you want to know the truth, this chapter was actually inspired by my friend Morgan, who was trying to pull a pair of pants on and fell into her bathtub. So thanks for that, sista!

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