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The trip to Kansas City felt longer than the average trip to each state. I don't know whether that was actually because the trip was long, or because the trip itself was so tedious. To be fair, the Warners didn't annoy me constantly, although they, of course, couldn't help being annoying in general. Besides, even if it wasn't constant, it was still being annoying.

It might have felt worse because I hadn't slept much last night. Was that a hard way to learn why the R16 rating was in place for movies...although Dot and Wakko sure seemed to be OK, even though they weren't even fourteen. Every time I woke up from dreams that I was getting creepy phone calls or someone was chasing me around the hotel, intent on killing me, Dot would be sleeping soundly, with a little half-smile on her face. And of course, the boys were high-energy powered that morning, so I could only assume that they hadn't had nightmares either.

This was part of the reason why they were so annoying. Half the time they were bouncing up and down all the time, or talking loudly, or pulling stupid toon stunts, or showing off. Or they were trying to get my attention. After an hour, I gave up trying to listen to my ipod and pulled out my earbuds.

"How far is it to Kansas City from here, time-wise?" I asked.

"About five hours non-stop." Mom told me. I sighed, thinking of the time that stretched out ahead of me. Then I thought of another question. "What are the rooms like?"

"Well," said Dad. "The rooms are more like little apartments. We could only afford one with two bedrooms as well as a den, so two of you will have to sleep on sofa beds in there." He saw the smirk on the faces of the boys. "Same gender rules apply."

Yakko pretended to look disappointed, and then did that eyebrow-raising thing at me. I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Wait until tonight's date." he whispered with a smirk.

"You haven't won yet." I whispered back.

He laughed. "I meant that completely innocently."

OK, that made me giggle. "You actually expect me to believe that?"

He shrugged. "I am the one that gets all the innuendos on the show, so you know I'm serious when I say I meant it in an innocent way."

"You are serious?" I exclaimed in my most dramatic way. "Now I'm scared."

At that point, I started laughing. I couldn't help it. I didn't even know why I was laughing, and yet I couldn't stop. The Warners joined in. By the time all of us had stopped, we were all weak with the laughter. Well, I was. I suspected that the Warners, while trying to get their breath back now, could snap back into full strength at a moment's notice.

When we got to the hotel, we couldn't decide who would sleep in the den. You won't believe this, but we were fighting over the den, not the bedroom. It just looked so much cooler. But in the end, the boys lost. Mom reasoned that whoever stayed up later should have the bedroom so they wouldn't have the facilities to annoy everyone who was trying to sleep, ie: the TV. They already knew that the boys were generally up later than Dot and I (Probably because 1. I need more sleep than them, and 2, Dot's younger so she prefers to turn in later), so they got the bedroom and Dot and I got the den.

Actually, the reasoning seemed pretty strange and backward, but I wasn't complaining. The den was that cool.

Yakko and I had scheduled our next date for the second night in Kansas City. "So, do you have a place in mind again?" I had asked. "More importantly, are you going to tell me where we're going? Or even better, is it my choice?"

The smile I knew well appeared on his face. "Don't worry, I've already worked out something. And you are gonna love it!"

I couldn't help but be a bit nervous at that. But I couldn't help hoping (although it went against everything I'd thought for years) that I would love whatever the date would be like.

On the afternoon before the evening, I stressed about what to wear and how to do my hair and makeup. While I was doing this, it was only Dot and I at home (which was kind of the reason I decided to choose at the time).

Dot laughed when she saw me desperately trying to decide on my clothes. "Relax!" she said. "Leave it to me."

I sighed. I'd recently been feeling guilty about having Dot act as my stylist. "Dot, you know I appreciate you doing this, but it feels like I'm taking advantage of you, having you do all this with my hair and face and that. You're not planning to make me pay for it, are you?"

"I like doing it." Dot said, pushing me aside and looking through my clothes. "Besides, you are Alex, a.k.a Princess Alexandra. What's the use of being labelled a princess if you don't get any of the perks?"

I sighed at her, irritated, but I let her find my clothes. Well, that was until she gave an ear-splitting squeal and held up a sky blue top with I'm dressed for my fairytale in floaty white clouds on it, with my dark short shorts.

"Wear these!" she exclaimed.

"But – I -" I stuttered. "Where did you get that top?"

Dot smiled sweetly. "It's a toon thing. Do you want to have it forever? It comes off, promise!" She giggled in an annoying way and I scowled at the reference to the earrings, but I did like the top.

"But what about my hair and makeup?" I said anxiously.

"Just leave everything to me." Dot told me. "All you need to do is relax and stop getting stressed. Otherwise you won't be up for the plans of the date."

"Wait, you know what he's planning?" I said. Dot simply smiled. "Dot, please tell me!" I begged. "He won't ever tell me anything about it until it's too late!"

"I don't know everything." Dot said innocently. "My lips are sealed, anyway. All you need to know is that you will so love it!"

I was still worried, but I didn't ask for any more information. When I was ready that evening, I looked good, and I anticipated what the date would be like.

OK, the date will be next chapter. Now just review, maybe tell me what you think Yakko's got planned.