I made a fatal mistake in the last chapter... I proved that I can actually write... oh well, bye bye lazy little hobby story...

Sorry if the last chapter confused anyone - the lime lied. It told me that it would be 'super smarticle' and 'uber sophisti-ma-cated' to be all 'ambiguous' and 'vague' *facepalm* blame it on the censored version of Marnie

A small dent is made in the fourth wall somewhere in here. Just a warning.

It's OK. Magenta is your friend. She hasn't told him. Now, come one, get a grip on yourself or he'll know some thing's up.

Frank sighed and plastered a Cheshire smile onto his face just in time for Riff Raff to look up from his desk and offer a slightly smaller, yet much more sincere little mouth-twist of his own.

Frank relaxed a bit, allowing his shoulders a small slump. It's OK! Magenta is my friend! She hasn't told him!, "Hey, beautiful," he breathed, back to his old flirtatious self, "You planning on leaving the class today?"

"Hm?" Riff Raff blinked the absent look out of his eyes (his big, icy, sensual eyes – Frank shivered a little), "Is class over?" he swivelled around in his chair with such cute confusion that Frank wanted to jump on him right there.

Instead he settled for a small chuckle and a pat on the shoulder, "Come on, Clouseau, we have other mysteries to solve."

"Oh?" Riff Raff arched an eyebrow as he swept his thick text books and thin calculators into his protesting backpack, "We do, do we?" he responded flirtily as the two sauntered towards the exit.

Frank refused to rise to the bait and attempted to become serious, "Yes, like where are we going to get the funding for our next experiment, hm...?"

Riff Raff fidgeted and blushed, "We could ask -"

Frank cut him off, "We've already bled our parents dry."

"I was going to say -"

"And there are no businesses left to sponsor us – in fact, we're lucky they don't shoot us on sight!"

"No, I meant -"

"Do not even mention the word 'raise' near Cosmo. You saw him when that delivery boy asked for a tip -" Frank was successfully silenced with an ambush of a kiss from a frustrated Riff Raff.

"As I was saying," he hissed whilst Frank flustered, "We can just ask Genta – she's always been cooperative in the past."

Frank shook his head, not wanting to push his luck, "So have all our other options... I don't -I mean - you don't want to push her too far. She is your little sister, after all, it's like you're robbing her piggy bank whilst she sleeps or something," he managed to splutter out, sneaking glances at Riff the whole way through.

He frowned thoughtfully as Frank held his breath,"I guess you're right... but what other choice do we have? We've hit up everyone in town!"he drooped as he and Frank reached the school gates.

"It's a shame too, I really feel as though we're touching on something great with this new venture... I mean, it's creating life! Just imagine what it could lead to!" Frank huffed and pouted moodily.

Riff Raff shrugged sadly, "But what can we do? We're just two nerds with a dream and no funds..." he sighed and tenderly threaded his fingers through Frank's, "Maybe we should just shelf the project for a while until we have enough money..."

"But we'll never have enough money! We're the sons of servants/part-time salon assistants for some stingy old four-eyes!" Frank despaired dramatically, "We'd have to be royalty to be able to pay for the needed equipment!" he paused for effect, "And something tells me that fat arse DeLordy isn't about to become our main financial sponsor."

"Aw, Frankie-poo," Riff Raff sighed and dropped his head onto Frank's shoulder, "We'll work it out somehow... together."

~~~What, you want Magenta's POV? *sigh*

After the night that Magenta discovered Frank's bulimia, things had started to finally look up for her.

Nation was unusually subdued - since her many peanut butter/ice/whatever-other-weird-concoction-randomers-were-smearing-on-her-hair remedies had failed to expel the now extremely well-fed Gummy, resulting in a very tearful trip to her brother's hairdressers – and had ceased her annoying teasings and general bitchy-ness.

Columbia was too busy directing her specific brand of irritation towards Nation (disguised as guilt and sympathy) to grill Magenta on Nation's odd remark the other day. And Analsnog... well, Magenta wasn't sure if she was even really there, you know. She hadn't made any mention that she was anyway.

Meanwhile, her swimming coach had informed her that she'd beaten her old record and was a shoe-in for the Ol-swim-pics, her teachers were sending back surprising good grades, the awful magenta colour was almost completely gone from her hair and Frank had stopped stealing her thongs (although he still occasionally 'sleepwalked' towards her drawers).

The only thing in her life that hadn't improved was the Riff Raff situation. Oh, and the ex-boyfriend fandango. That and the Riff Raff thing were the only two aspects of her life that were refusing to conform. Riff Raff was still obliviously deluding himself that Frank was his 'one and oh-oh-only' and basically ignoring Magenta in favour of his cross-dressing toy. If only that were true for her ex. Ever since the laptop episode a few chapters back he had been growing increasingly more desperate and pleading and in violation of whatever privacy rights Magenta had. She no longer had to worry about getting only chainmail from him – although some of the particularly gooey love emails scared her more than an any deranged axe murderer's ghost ever could – and bumping into him was no longer a desperately awkward occasion, in fact it was now just part of her regular routine.

It seemed that wherever she went, Horror just happened to also be heading in that particular direction. He joined the swim team, he dropped all his classes to take all of her hers, he even had a new favourite spot to practise guitar (under her bedroom window). It was really getting quite ridiculous.

"Magenta, can you tell your stalker to take the day off? He's interrupting Frank's beauty sleep," Riff Raff griped over breakfast.

"I would if I could," Magenta snapped, shaking the can of spray-on butter and aiming it at her toast, "Wait, am I missing something here? Does Frank live here now?" ohmigod, they're engaged already I bet!

Riff Raff shrugged, "I'm not sure," he sighed dreamily and got that OMFGMYBFISSOOOOHAWTT look on his face, "Not that I mind... in fact I -,"

"Grargh!" Magenta steamed and stomped out the kitchen, up the stairs and towards her brother's bedroom.

After taking a minute to absorb the hot pink Do Not Disturb sign (decorated with little magazine cut-outs of underwear models and over-enthusiastic amounts of glitter) she chapped loudly on the door, "Frank! We need to talk!"

This chapter annoyed me so much - it's not good but I really couldn't make it any better.

It came to my attention that this story is way too Earth-like for my liking. Hence the spray-on butter ;D

Hey, Seducing Mother Earth fans! Spot the reference!