OK, here's the next chapter, yay! I managed to get Internet access on vacation! (I'm typing this at my aunt's house). Thanks for reviewing, Emmygirl822, KaylaMicael, Kibalover1998, frumouttamimind and A Scribbler (and if anyone asks, yes, I made a reference to Thriller – several, actually, but I quoted it at one point. Find the quote, and you can have a cameo appearance in the next chapter – just tell me what happens in it. RIP,MJ)!

The kiss was...I wasn't sure how to explain it. The Warners are known to kiss anyone, just to annoy them. I'd experienced it. Of course, this was different. It was sweet, soft – it just seemed more like a real kiss, if that made any sense. It was just like any time I'd kissed a guy, mostly. Back in Arizona, I'd kissed Will (well, more like he kissed me) more than once, and on the outside, it really wasn't any different. The difference here was not the kiss itself, but the way it made me feel. It was like the way I felt when I drove faster than I was meant to, or did something daring. It was like an adrenaline rush, but there was, again, a difference. The rush I got then was just a feeling of danger, a thriller, thriller night, which this so wasn't. The way I felt just made me want to freeze time. My eyes fluttered closed, just wanting to hang on to that feeling.

But it had to end. I opened my eyes as we broke away. Yakko raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face. I knew that look well.

Before he could say anything, I spoke first. "Whatever you're thinking about saying, just don't." I ordered. "That was just...if you say anything about it, you're just going to kill the mood." I paused. "So are we going back to the hotel, or what? Should I turn back to my normal self?"

"Stick with the toon form for now." Yakko said, although it was more of a suggestion than a statement. "I think the others want to see what you look like as one of us."

A thought occurred to me. "Mom and Dad don't know I was going to look like this, right?" I said. "They better not see us." But I wasn't bothered. What had just happened to me wouldn't let me feel annoyed. I just had a feeling, like bubbles were everywhere, making me feel light and in love –

Wait! Love? What was I thinking? As we drove back to the hotel, I had to wonder. Had I really fallen in love? Actual real love?

But when we got back to the hotel, I had no time to wonder. Even though it was late, and the ground rules dictated that we weren't really supposed to be in each other's rooms after 9pm (unless it was a suite all four of us were sharing), we both went into my and Dot's suite, and who else besides Dot should be there but Wakko.

Dot jumped up, and she studied me.

"Um, Dot, could you quit that?" I questioned. "It's really weird."

Dot blinked, and then she smiled sweetly. "You look great, girl." She glanced at the boys. "OK, give us some room, guys. Out."

"Not again!" I cried. "Dot, could you leave the questions out, just once?"

The boys were, of course, letting their younger sister order them around. Just at the door, Yakko gave me one more kiss, this time being a kiss goodnight, and I smiled back at him before we went into our separate rooms again.

Dot was visibly bursting with questions. I sighed. Now that I wasn't intoxicated with the after-effects of that first kiss, I was starting to get annoyed. "Dot Warner, just don't. I've told before, but now I'm not going to. I don't kiss and tell."

That caught Dot's attention. "I saw you kiss just then!" she squealed. "How many other times?"

"Once." I muttered. Dot's eyes begged me to continue, and I couldn't resist them. I told her everything. The film, Burger King, It Takes Two, the girlfriend question...but the only thing I didn't tell her was what the kiss felt like.

The next week in Denver was...weird, I guess. Fun, but weird. A couple times, I turned myself into a toon and persuaded the Warners to help me with toon skills. Soon, I could think up verbal comebacks once in a while, and had found my own way of annoying antagonists. Basically, all I needed to do was follow the person everywhere, talking and talking about whatever teenage-girl thing was interesting. Of course, this would mean other people would steer clear. The antagonist would soon be begging me to leave them alone. If they tried to force me, I could pull a robotic version of me (or one of my friends, since I could only use them ten times) out of the bag, and we'd each grab an arm and talk about different things.

Being Yakko's girlfriend was different to just us hanging out. Wakko and Dot still left us alone at times, and I got a bit more into girlfriend mode. That wasn't to say I was a girly-girl fangirl type. I was just...a girl.

On the last night in Denver, we decided to take another movie night. Yeah, it was our third, but we liked them. This time, we organized it better. We'd have pizza (pepperoni), popcorn (the boys wanted butter and Dot and I went for sugared) and ice cream (napoleon), we decided. My movie decision related back to our last movie night. Yes, I'd had nightmares, but I'd liked A Nightmare On Elm Street enough to decide on A Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors. The Warners chose a New Zealand film called Boy – although knowing the Warners' style, I thought that was Wakko's idea.

I bring up the movie night, because of the two things that mixed it. Number one, the main character of Boy idolized Michael Jackson. Second, Dream Warriors was a movie that left me feeling more confident about controlling my dreams. Third, during some of the movie (One boy got his tendons torn out of him and was walked around like a puppet, and knives slit the wrist of one girl), I would turn away. And just like last time, I was right next to Yakko, so I would hide my face in his shoulder. And for most of the night when I wasn't scared, my head was still on his shoulder, same as the last time. After the night was over, Dot and Wakko both looked us over (I saw these sneaky smiles on their faces), and they left the two of us alone. And this is where the importance of the movies come in.

Yakko looked at me, with a little smile on his face. "So, Nightmare again, huh? How come you chose that one? Didn't you have nightmares after watching the first one?"

I shrugged. "It's third movie lucky."

"You remind me of Kristen in a lot of ways."

This surprised me. "How so?" I asked.

"You look like her, for one thing." Yakko answered. "You're blonde, with blue eyes, only prettier. And you're strong-willed, and definitely not shy with expressing how you feel. Anyway, I was going to ask, what did you think of our choice?"

"Surprising," I said. "But it was OK. I liked the Michael Jackson haircut that boy got."

"Do you like Michael Jackson's music?"

This question, too, took me by surprise. "It's pretty good. I like 'Beat It' and 'Thriller'." I admitted. "How come?"

"Well," Yakko said, his smile growing, "You liked that time I sang 'It Takes Two', and the movie you chose was kind of a thriller, even though it was really a horror. So I kind of wanted to see if I..."

The music was starting. I knew that music. "It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark..." I turned myself into toon form for this song.

Yakko did his own unique performance of the whole song, appropriating the movie, with him acting as dream killer Freddy Krueger, with me dressed in pyjamas, just like warrior Kristen Parker. But even so, I couldn't help giggling at the performance. I even joined in, trying a few gymastics moves, like Kristen in the movie.

But then it got to the third line of the third verse. We were back in normal attire. "Now is the time," Yakko sang, still perfectly in tune, draping an arm around me, "For you and I to cuddle close together...yeah,

All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen,

I'll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night

Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try

Thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller thriller here tonight..." During this version of the chorus, he actually did hold me close. And I liked that feeling it gave me.

When it got to the spoken part, I heard the actual voice come from the window. I pulled back the curtain, and found a loudspeaker in my face. I looked past it, and found that the speaker was Wakko.

"Ahem." I said. The music stopped, and Wakko fell silent. Then he gave a grin, and shrugged, walking off. I spotted Dot hovering in the background. She giggled, and followed her brother.

Yakko and I kissed. "Thank you." I whispered. "That was amazing."

"Goodnight, Princess Alexandra." he said, before leaving the suite.

That night, I dreamed, but I didn't have any real nightmares.

Sorry, I know I already did the serenade, but I just think that a boy who can sing to his girl is just adorable, and I like MJ's music and the Nightmare series. I'm juggling all my stories at this point. Please review, and remember, if you can find the other MJ reference besides the serenade and Boy, cameo appearance will be coming to you.