Hi! I have decided that I will continue with this fic, even though I've never done a DP story before...

I swear to God, I'll try to keep the characters in, well, character, but I'm still learning. Please have mercy!

As long as I get reviews, I will have enough motivation to go on with this experiment.

Well, what are you waiting for? Read on!

Wasn't too hard to find my dad's place.

"Geez. Even in a small town like Amity Park, you still have to have the biggest honkin' house- excuse me: mansion- within a fifty-mile radius, and in the richest neighborhood. Yep, definitely the right place," I smirked, gazing at the sight before me.

I had to strain my head to look all the way to the top of it. Nice brickwork and decorative bars on the windows. Never knew that a middle-aged bachelor would actually go for a purple house. Kudos to him. I bet he was pissed that he couldn't bring his football field with.

I walked up to the door, eyeing the various security cameras hidden throughout the yard. He's still as paranoid as ever. I cleared my throat, rolled up my sleeves, and rapped my knuckles upon the incredibly expensive-looking door that was most likely hand carved. I pressed my ear to the door and waited for a few seconds.

"Helloooo? Vladdy-Daddy, I'm heeeeeeeeeereeeeeeee…" I called out, using the number one name that he hated being called the most. After hearing no response, I proceeded to pound on the door with one fist, while ringing the doorbell twice per second with the other.

"I've come to take your liver! I'm selling cookiiiiiieees! Hellooooo?" I yelled at the door. I felt a sudden chill and shivered. Looking around and seeing nothing, I put my ear to the door again.

Still nothing!

"Screw this, I'm improvising!" I kicked the door in frustration, and opened my purse up. Nail filer, where the hell are-

"There you are, you little miracle worker you!" I pulled out my little friend, along with my pocketknife, and worked my "magic," as my friends put it. There's not one door that I couldn't pick in Southmont.

Click

The door creaked as it slowly became ajar. I smirked at my latest handiwork. "And the prize for the greatest lock picker goes to-"

"KISHA!"

"GAH!" I stumbled backwards, catching myself before my ass hit the sidewalk. I lifted my head-

-to behold a white-haired middle-aged aristocratic looking man standing in the doorway, who happened to have a face that was redder than ketchup at this very moment in time. He glanced at the door, then me. I gave a tentative smile as I stood up straight.

"Good afternoon, Daddy Dearest! I was starting to think you weren't home!" Insert innocent Bambi eyes here, "By the way, you should really do something about your door. I mean, if I could get it open in under a-"

"Kisha…"

I stopped mid-sentence and bounced on the balls of my feet.

"Kisha, you told me you would be here by three. It is now after four. What were you doing that required an hour of your time?" he asked very, very calmly. He's totally going to lose it. I tilted my head to one side ever so slightly, and spoke like the innocent little girl I am.

"I got hungry. So I decided to support a local business while satisfying that hunger." I picked up my bags that I'd put down to take care of the door and stepped inside, "Just letting you know, I was waiting here for, like, five minutes knocking on the door. You deaf?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I stepped out the back for a minute debating whether or not to send a car for you. And this" he gestured to the door, "is not knocking. It's-"

"Oh my God! This place is freaking HUGE!" I just realized, as I looked in the interior, "Where's the batcave? C'mon, every mutated mansion has a batcave! I know you had one somewhere back in Wisconsin, so-"

"THERE IS NO BATCAVE!"

The vein above his right eye was twitching up a storm. He regained his composure, and took a deeeeeeeeep breath.

"You've been doing yoga? Since when?" I asked, finally lowering my hood.

"Since a- Kisha, what did you do to your hair?" Score!

"Do you like it? I got it cut a few months ago. I even donated it!" I grinned while twirling a thick strand with a finger, "So, I'm now going to go to a new subject that I've been dying to ask: What compelled you to move to a different state, what did you bribe my mother with to send me over here for a whole semester, and WHAT THE HELL WAS SO EFFING IMPORTANT THAT YOU COULDN'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO HAVE A THREE MINUTE CONVERSATION WITH ME ALL LAST YEAR?" I yelled, letting my frustration out. My mom says I get the anger issues from his side of the DNA. And right now, they're really paying off.

"Kisha, you must understand. I run multiple companies, deal with different countries, and, well, my old house-"

"Blew up. I know. I read the tabloids. I watched you on the news when you were in the hotel bathroom in a towel," I stated dryly. Somehow the media had gotten a tip where he was staying, and the wall just happened to become see through? Yeah, he made YouTube. Repeatedly.

So, after I calmed down, we started up with the casual talk again. He said he moved here cuz it was a great spot, and had great business potentional. He started going off on a tangent about how Vladco was doing this and that, and something about ecto shit. I thought I'd misheard him, and simply nodded my head as we carried my bags up the stairs, onto the second floor.

"Soooo, what's the school like?" I asked casually once he paused. He seemed to be contemplating something for a few seconds, and then shook it off.

"It's just a public high school: the usual, underfunded, cesspool for young, troublesome delinquents who-" I think he must have caught the expression on my face, because he stopped his rant and readjusted his composure again,

"Better yet, I know several, exclusive private tutors who would provide more than an adequate education for-"

I raised my hand, signaling for him to stop, I just stared at him with a disbelieving look.

"Public high school has suited me just fine for the past two and a half years in Southmont, and it'll work just fine for another semester here," I smiled, satisfied with my reply. We stopped in front of a closed door. My dad smirked as he opened it and allowed me to enter first.

"Mind you, it's a regular room, but I'm sure you can adjust it to your liking," he said as I walked through the threshold.

"EEEEE!" I squeled as I threw down my bags and, with a running start, threw myself onto the ginormous bed in the middle of the room!

"It's so FLUFFY!" I stretched out my arms and legs on the soft, cushyness that was to be mine for the next few months. I lept off and gave Daddy-Dearest a biiiiiiiig hug.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" And I walked around the rest of the room to see what was there. A wardrobe, full-length mirror, a walk-in closet, and-

"Holy crap, is that- my own bathroom?" I think I'm drooling in awe. I swear to God, Odin, Zeus, whoever, that I am going to die happy right here and now. This-this giant bathroom with a hot tub, a gigundo shower...nothing could ruin this. I started to turn back to my room, when, I first heard it.

*Meow*

My eyes widened, ears perked up, stomach beginning to churn as I asked,

"Is that a-a c-c-c-c-"

*Meow*

"You got a CAT?" I asked, horrified out of my mind. There, at the base of my dad's feet, was this fat, furball with-with those whiskers and claws, a,a feline creature!

"You PROMISED! You- you- GAH!" I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, " Do you realize what this means for your social life? You just forfitted it! Have you given up already?"

"Alright, Kisha. I think you've made you point," he glared at me. Those eyes of a politician don't work on me. Never had. That thing casually jumped into his arms, and my dad started to stroke it with his hand, petting it, and, oh God, it purred...

"I got Maddie here shortly after I moved here. She's good company, and, besides, isn't she just a pretty girl..." I'm going to be ill. Hand me a bucket. And a blindfold. And a piano to fall on my head. Then, something in my mind began to click into place, and the gears started to turn and whirl.

"...Isn't Maddie the name of your old college crush that Mom told me about," I asked slyly, "and you kept mentioning to her over and over? Isn't she marr-"

"ENOUGH!" Twitching vein! And then...laughter? No, wait, he's forcing it! "Your mother tells you the silliest things sometimes!"

Sure. Aha. I rolled my eyes at his crappy coverup.

*Meow*

"GAH!"

Well, because I suck, I'm going to end this chapter here. Of course, you already know this since you've reached the bottom of the page.

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Quote of the chapter:

From Season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with Spike explaining to Willow why his girlfriend dumped him:

Spike: It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a chaos demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting. She only did it to hurt me. So I said, 'I'm not putting up with this anymore.' And she said, 'Fine!' And I said, 'Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' And then she said... she said we could still be friends. God, I'm so unhappy!