So, here we are writing the next installment of our story. Yep. We plan to get farther along with actual plot, hopefully. Maybe. If we actually have a plot to this. I should stop rambling and move o with the story.

Disclaimer: OMG I don't own this. OMG I just said OMG. OMG. Kid's cute.

God Damn It Stop Biting Your Nails!

The drooling sun laughed as the school day finally came to an end. Meghan breathed a sigh of relief as her and her meister finally stepped through the front doors to go home.

"That test wasn't so bad," Laura remarked with a small skip down the last step.

"Huh," Meghan responded, obviously not feeling the same.

"That kid was weird though, can you believe that he was Shingami-sama's son? I knew he went to our school, but I didn't think he was in our class."

Meghan shrugged and stretched her hands above her head "Well whatever, we'll probably never see him again, famous people are too busy to deal with us."

"This is true."

All was quiet as they went on their way home.

"Meggie what's for dinner?"

"Why can't you call me Meg for once? And it's your turn to cook!"

"I'm bad at cooking! Just ask Cooking Mama! Do you WANT to eat black pancakes!" (a/n psst, Laura's currently playing cooking mama.)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,

"It is complete!" Kid cried out in victory as he held a piece of lined paper above his head. Lightning flashed in the background.

"Oooh, wassat?" Patty asked to the paper.

"Is it your will?" Liz asked dryly.

"No, this is my well organized plan to get Meghan to stop biting her nails, it is a list of possible ways to distract her from the biting."

"Such as?" Liz asked with dread.

"First on the list is begging," Patty chimed helpfully, laughing at Kid's confident smirk. With any luck he wouldn't have to use any of the other tactics.

With any luck.

Not back at the ranch and instead inside a small apartment,

Meghan was in the kitchen making fried chicken. She hummed happily putting everything together. Laura was clearing away the table which had become crowded since the time they left for school this morning.

"Can you get me the milk?" Meghan called out. Laura nodded and fetched the milk for her friend. She watched as Meghan worked her magic and made delicious fried chicken.

"How did you become such a good cook?"

"Practice and patience. You could do it, too."

"I can make macaroni and cheese!"

"Not from the box?"

"Um... no."

Laura pouted as Meghan smiled to herself. Laura was good at a lot of things, but cooking was not one of them. Laura sat at the table waiting for Meghan to finish when the doorbell rang. Meghan looked at Laura with an eyebrow raised, asking if she had planned on company, but Laura shook her head.

It rang again.

Laura sighed and got up to answer the door. Lo and behold, the OCD maniac was standing in front of their door. Laura blinked twice. Then she shut the door. She took a deep breath and opened it again to see Kid still standing there, but now he looked confused

"Meeeegggieeee!" Laura sang out, "someone's here to see youuuuu!"

Meghan came around the corner next, wiping her wet hands on a towel and peering at the doorway. "Me?"

"It's our new friend from this morning!" Laura chirped, and Meghan froze upon sight of the "weirdo"

Kid was about to say something, then he caught sight of Meghan's hands. Not only were they wet and dirty from cooking, but her nails were bent and chipped from all of the nervous biting earlier that day. That made all calm logic fly out of the window, just like he planned.

"What have you done!"

Before Meghan could run out of the way, the boy at the door sprinted into the apartment and clung to her legs like a frightened child, sobbing.

"Just look at your hands! Their totally disgusting and unsymmetrical, how could you do this to meeeeeeee!"

"Dude I don't even know you! Someone please get him off!" Meghan yelled out, mostly in panic, this boy was not helping her anxiety issues, and tried to worm herself out of his vice grip.

Liz and Patty entered the apartment at that moment, Liz looking apologetic, Patty sniffing the air appreciatively.

"It smells nice here, what's cooking?"

"Sorry about this girls, but the best thing to do is just let these little fits ride out." Liz said, waving a hand dismissively as Meghan continued to struggle to stand up with the obvious attachment to her legs.

"Please Meghan, you must stop biting your nails! I'm begging you with every fiber of my being!"

"If I could I would, is that not enough for you? Get OFF!"

"NOOO!"

Finally Meghan managed to kick the boy off her legs and dash into her room before she cold be caught again. Kid ran into her door after chasing after and there was a loud click of a lock.

"Open this door right now! I demand it as Lord Deaths' son PLEEAAASEEE!"

"No! Laura help me!"

"You need to use the codeword!"

"What? No! Just help!"

"The codeword!"

"Ugh- FIIIISH!"

"On my way!"

It was a codeword they had developed in case of emergency and needed help, something they could scream without alerting the authorities. Most of the time it was to escape a friend - when you're playing around with a friend, you don't want the cops barging in right? - but it was meant to be used in situations like this, too.

Kid, seemingly unaware of this conversation, had no idea what was coming. He looked to his left, just in time to see Laura ram against him, successfully knocking the wind out of him. If he had been less preoccupied, he was sure that he would have dodged it, but he was preoccupied. Which reminded him...

"I need to show her that there are other ways to lessen her anxiety than the gnawing of her nails. She needs to see reason!" Kid was practically screaming, trying to fight off Laura. Did we forget to mention that Laura was five-foot nine with muscles that rival anyone, except Black Star. She wasn't too far behind, though.

"Well, you're bothering her. Can't you see that? Or are you insensitive enough to barge into a lady's room without permission?"

Kid blanched. Was that really what he was about to do? Yes, it was. Feeling red in the face, he muttered words of apology.

At the sudden silence outside, Meghan unlocked her door and slowly poked her head out nervously.

"Don't worry Meggie, you can come out now, Kid's little episode is done." Laura got off of him as she said, pulling him to his feet as well. He brushed off invisible specks of dirt and looked up.

Meghan gave an uneasy look towards Kid, catching his eye, who looked back blankly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, we'll try not to let him bother you any more today."

Meghan continued to look uneasy, but slowly emerged from the doorway, walking past Kid cautiously to the kitchen before anything could burn.

Meghan wasn't sure if inviting this new psycho to dinner was quit appropriate, but she couldn't avoid being polite, which Laura pointed out to her later jokingly.

"Are any of you hungry? These are just about done."

Kid looked relieved that she was not angry at him. Patty was just excited to eat fried chicken and happily dragged Liz to the table and sit down. Liz sat with a small laugh, also looking forward to the dinner. It's been a while since they had a home cooked meal. Sure, it was nice eating from a high class chef courtesy of Kid, but something cooked from the heart always tasted better.

"It looks delicious," Kid declared. Meghan, remembering something about his OCD with things in balance, made sure to give him the most symmetrical piece. To her relief, it worked.

"Glad you like it."

"Thanks Meggie!" Laura called digging in.

"Can I call you Meggie?" Patty asked with puppy dog eyes. Meghan hesitated. She did not like Laura calling her Meggie, let alone someone else she barely knew, but she also did not want to hurt her feelings.

"Um, sure you can."

"Hurray!" At least she was easy to please.

"Thanks for the food, Meghan. It's good," Liz said after a few bites.

Meghan smiled as she took her own plate and ate. It was usually just her and Laura eating at their table, but having a whole group was kind of fun. Luckily, they had enough chairs when they took the ones from their own room as well.

As people were finishing up, Kid noticed something. Meghan was not biting her nails. Maybe his begging had finally gotten through to her! He did not want to say anything to remind her about it, though and kept it to himself. Unfortunately, fates were not with him.

"Meggie, you're not biting your nails," Laura commented with fake surprise.

"Hm, oh yeah," Meghan said absently, "oh darn, this one's chipping." And she proceeded to bite her nail to fix it.

"You could just use a nail file to fix it! I'll gladly go buy you one!" Kid volunteered, half out of his seat ready to go to the store.

"No, this works fine."

"But, your nails..."

"Will be fine."

"NO!" Liz took this as her cue to leave and threw him over her shoulder.

"Off we go. Bye, Meghan, Laura. Thanks for the meal!"

"Yeah it was good! We'll come back some time for another meal!" Patty called as she shut the door with a huge smile.

Cricket.

"What are the chances that he has another plan by tomorrow?" Laura asked getting up and collecting the plates.

"High," Meghan responded getting the sink ready.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"I thought they were a pretty fun bunch. Kid's a little eccentric, but fun."

Meghan nodded as she was washing the dishes. She only knew one thing. However this would end, it would not end well.

Whew! Two chapters in one day. We're on a roll, baby! I think I set a new record for myself. What about you, Kisa?

Kisa: Help me!

Me: What? What do you need help with?

Kisa: He's staring at me..

Kid: Staaarrreeess.

Me: Why are you staring at her?

Kid: UNSYMMETRICAL!

Me: I think one of the paintings in your house is off by two centimeters.

Kid: Which one?

Me: Uh... the one with th lady and the room?

Kid: I knew it!

Me: Whew. So, anyway. I would like to throw something out there. Anyone have any good ideas as to how Kid should stop Meghan from biting her nails. All suggestions welcome. Except cutting off her fingers... or anything like that.

Kisa: He's a gentleman. He wouldn't do that.

Me: That's all!

C ya l8r!