A/N: I'm so sorry guys, I feel like I haven't updated in forever! It's my winterbreak right now, so honestly I'm sorry if the reviews aren't on that schedule. And everyone is hectic and all over the place during Christmas time, you know? IM TRYING AND ILL TRY I REALLY WILL.

So just so we're thinking on the same thing, the version of Steve I like, is the Josh Hutcherson version, yummyyummyyummy. So that's how this Steve looks, but older and hotter if that's possible. ;)

Check out me and RoxyPony's story, TVF:How The Girls Stole Christmas, it's really cute and witty and funny and I'm writing parts of it and stuff and all that jazz!

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I groaned loudly, twisting my head from side to side. My neck sore from bending my head over and staring into the porcelain makeshift sink.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed as I fumbled to pull all of my strands spirals under the running water, but instead slapped my head on the faucet.

"I don't know how I feel about this," Steve entered the room, munching on what seemed to be a doughnut from the gas station down the street. I never knew with him, whether it be breakfast for dinner, or dinner for breakfast. But I definitely didn't care enough to look into it.

"I like you just the way you are, I like Ronnie color not-" he lifted up an empty container off the floor and leaned against the wall, crossing his ankles as he read the bold print, "'amber chocolate'."

"What's done is done!" I called back from the sink, wincing a bit as the water started to rinse clear.

"But I don't know if I'm going to like you anymore if you look like this."

"Shut up and hand me a towel."

"I don't think I can, I'm kind of scared."

"Steve!" I stomped my heel to the ground, and hit my head on the faucet once again. Steve snickered and I began to laugh out of pure frustration.

"How does it look from where you are?" I quizzed, my back now screaming from straining and bending over to lean in the sink, and pressed the towel against my still soaking strands.

"Fantastic."

"I'm talking about my hair."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I could see if it you got your face from out of the sink!"

"Okay, okay." I sighed, slowly raising my upper body to meet my own eyes in the mirror. Damn. Dying my hair was a not so very well thought out decision. It had been almost a year that I was living in the city with Steve. We decided since we both didn't want anything to do with either of the clans, to try and live normally. At least until it was obvious that neither of us were getting older and suspicions were raised, but we decided to cross that bridge when we came to it. In the meantime, whenever there was a threat to the city, like people getting sucked a little too dry, too often we took care of it. And if you're sitting there thinking the reasons why I would go and do this to my hair, which would make Cassie and Kayden probably shit, it felt like the last step. Ever day I had gotten further and further away from Darren, the memories started to not be so vivid and finally accepted the fact that they had to stay in the back of my mind and become faint. I thought that this would finish the change that made me the new, over it, ready to rumble Ronnie. But it didn't, tears started to well up in my eyes as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like a totally different person, thankfully when I became a vampire it kept my sun kissed skin tone, so I didn't look painfully white. But my eyes now seemed to be a different shade of blue, the new dark curls bringing out different undertones.

"Oh my god, I look terrible!" I wailed, enter Ronnie panic mode. I looked into everything way too much, and thought everything had such a big impact when it honestly didn't even matter at all. Not only did I have a terrible temper, and a case of OCD that would send a hoarder running for the road, I suffered from super high anxiety.

"Well, you do look different." Steve squinted his left eye, and pursed his lips. "But it doesn't look terrible... maybe it'll look better after you get yourself put together." I shot him a rough glance, "I mean, it looks great. But I mean we need the full effect!"

"Yea, yea..." I started trailing off, talking to myself.

"And when you're all ready we'll go to sushi."

"Steve, why do you think taking me to get sushi is the answer to all of my problems?"

"Well, isn't it?"
"Kind of."

I trotted into my newly acquired bedroom and looked around, I definitely had to stay away from dark colors, I wanted to stay as far away as I could from looking emo. But my lips pulled to a frown when I realized that's basically all that I wore, warm tones. I shook on a pair of dark jeans and tucked them into a pair of heeled black boots, leaning over I secured them with a black belt and gave it a pat once I slid it through the loops. I grabbed a grey and black shirt, paired it with a necklace and then pulled over a leather jacket. Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror, my cascades of platinum spirals now replaced by thick bronze ones, and put on the rest of my makeup.

"Okay, this isn't so bad." I smirked, liking my new dark, more intimidating and sultry look. I no longer looked like the little girl that I felt like inside, I looked more hardcore.

"That's not bad at all." Steve raised a brow and smirked, putting his arms into my jacket and locking them around my hips. Whenever Steve was by me, it was a different feeling than how I used to feel with Darren. But none the less, I felt. He was a walk on the wild side and always had me on my toes, his witty remarks always trying to outmatch mine, it felt like I was always out of breath. Probably because he never stopped, but he would slow down, only to tell me to keep up. Falling in love with him was like standing on a ledge and having someone inch me further and further to jump, to fall. I giggled and wrapped my hands around his neck, pushing my hips against his and pursed my lips.

"So, you still like me?" I joked, but he just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, acting indifferent. Instead of speaking he stared into my eyes and did that mischievous, almost evil sideways grin that literally made me weak at the knees. He pressed me roughly against the wall and connected his lips to mine. I felt his hands grab onto my hips as I returned his kiss with the same passion, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He bit at my lips, and pulled my hair before pulling himself away, almost gasping for air. I looked up at him and smirked,

"I take that as a yes."

The foursome stared at Steve and Ronnie walked out of the house, giggling and joking with eachother.

"What the hell did she do to herself!" Kade gawked.

"What do you mean! What do you see?" Cassie called from back in the alley way, Kade being Kade was taking all of the view of their friend.

"She dyed her hair! Wait, is that even her?" Kade squinted to get a better look, "Oh no, that's not her. But that's her- and YES! She did dye it! Thank god she wasn't that one girl I was looking at, red is not Ronnie's color."

"That's it?" Cassie rolled her eyes, "I thought it was something super drastic."

"Thank you for keeping some perspective, Cassandra." Larten poked in.

"Like she cut it all off, or something!" Cassie dramatized, and Larten just snorted because obviously he had spoken too soon.

"How does she look?" Darren mumbled from his spot leaning against the wall, the last thing he wanted to do was see Ronnie. Especially after what had happened, it had been such a long time and so much had happened. He was now a Prince, and lived with wolves for gods sakes! He knew the last thing she would do would run back to him.

"She looks great, eat your heart out, buddy." Kade snapped, she still had some hard feelings. Even though she knew the circumstances, apparently she wanted Darren to 'grow a pair, and slap des-tiny on a totally different path'.

"Is she alone?" Darren prodded.
"No, she's with some guy. And not going to lie, he's pretty hot." Kade raised her brows up and down, "that girl finally got some good taste."

"Enough, Kayden." Larten drawled. "Wait, he the evil one!"

"Evil who!" Kade searched.

"Thats," Cassie blabbered, trying to search through her head to find the name... names always slipped her mind.

"WHO IS IT ALREADY!"

"STEVE!"