Finally an update yeah! I was gonna put this on hiatus, but eh. I'll pop some ideas out. This chapter is just random.

Flaky pulled her car into a parking spot, shutting off the engine and pulling the key out, "Do you w-want to go inside with me? It won't take long . ." She looked at the dry cleaners where she was going to pick up one of Giggles' new dresses for her, then back at Lifty's bored expression. "We'll be in a-and be out . ."

Leaning his elbow against the arm rest on the door, he used his abused hand to wave her off, "The only things there are to steal at a cleaners are balls of lint and crappy outfits, no thanks. I'll just wait in here."

"O-okay," she awkwardly held out the key to him, saying that if he wanted to he could put the radio on until she came back. Opening the driver's door and unclipping her seatbelt, she left the car, jumping and hurrying inside the building when she saw Disco Bear rolling down the same sidewalk as her.

Lifty rolled his eyes, turning the car back on and fiddling with the radio while thinking of how easy it would be for him to hop into the driver's seat and just ditch her. He stopped at the thought, ". . What an idiotic girl." Sitting back and putting his hands behind his head, he shut his eyes and sighed, deciding to catch a few winks.

The gentle sound of the light wind blowing through the crack in the window along with the warmth created from the incoming sun slowly lulled him to a half conscious state. He was content to fall asleep right there and then, if a sudden tapping on the window hadn't disturbed him.

Lip pulling back over his canines as he half growled, he opened one eye lazily, asking himself who would even dare bothering him. He wasn't a person who you came up to just to say hello, and if that person hadn't realized that by his glaring, his harsh voice should've warded them off. "What?" His sight clearing as he rubbed his eye, his ears were met with the most irritating . . shrill . . little voice that they had ever heard.

"Hello!"

"Are you kidding me," He muttered through barely moving lips. If he didn't breathe and didn't make eye contact, then the other would think he was dead or something and leave.

Fat chance.

"What are you doing in Flaky's car!?" The boy with fair lime green hair, streaks of yellow going through it, pressed his face up to the window, his nose and face becoming smushed against it. His heavy breathing created a thin layer of condensation on the glass as his one large, working eye stared at the thief. "Are you her friend or something?! Or maybe you're a salesperson!? Are you trying to force her to buy your stuff?!

"But that wouldn't work! She's not even in the car with you silly! So how is she gonna buy your stuff if she doesn't know you're there?! Oh my gawd are you taking her car and selling it to pay for the stuff she's gonna buy without even knowing she is!? What kind of mean man would do that!? Hey . . do you have any skittles in there with you?! I see something colorfuuulll!"

Sweet Jesus this boy was annoying. He must not have a brain, either, because he obviously didn't remember that he had met and done business with the twin before. All the candy he ingested must have done something to affect how much capacity his mind had for memories, that was his theory, at least.

Leaning away from the window and rolling it up at the same time, Lifty sent the boy a nasty look, fuming a mean and irritated attitude. "What the hell do you want, you obnoxious cavity, is there a reason why you're waking me up? Is the town on fire? Did your sister get trapped in the fucking well? If you answer no to any of these choices, I am going to slam the door open on your face."

Grouchy Lifty was someone you didn't want to mess with, Nutty found out, giggling and shaking his head. "I just wanted to see why you were taking a nap in her car! Did I wake you up? I'm SORRY! But where's Flaky!? I need her! Where is she?! Is she in the back or in the cleaners or maybe she went to buy me some fudge and I love fudge so if she bought it for me I would be sooo happy and—wait what was I asking?"

Overcome with giggles, he didn't notice that the other green haired male had shut the window completely and turned away from him. He opened his eyes, seeing him sort through papers in a bored manner and no longer paying attention to the energetic person.

"Hey! No no wait I remember what I had to really ask! What my real question was!" Nutty brought his fist up, leaving small urgent knocks when he thought the twin couldn't hear him anymore. "Hey hey hey hey hey hey! Can you hear me!? Okay so here's what it was, Russel wanted me to ask Flaky to come to the grand opening of his restaurant! Are you even listening?! So that's why I needed to find her or else I'll be letting Russel down!"

This little freak was going to give him a headache, he could already feel it coming on as he pressed a finger to his temple. He angled the rearview mirror at himself to see the vein in his forehead popping out in frustration, frustration that the chatter box of a person was causing.

"So then I saw her car and I thought she'd be inside it but she wasn't and you were instead and it was just wow!" Nutty threw out his arms to emphasize the word. "It was just wow because I didn't know that Flaky had a cousin! She never told me she did that's why!"

Lifty raised an eyebrow, lips curving down in a questioning frown. "Cousin?"

"Yeah!" Pleased that he had gotten a reaction out of him, he kept going. "She didn't even tell anyone that you were visiting from wherever you come from! Where are you staying at? You should see the town it's awesome! Hey maybe you can come to the grand opening of the restaurant too! And you could meet all of her friends and everyone would learn about you and it'll be super amazin—"

Before he could spill anything else out that would further anger the man and force him to strangle the addict, the door to the cleaner's opened and out came Flaky, a hot pink dress thrown over her arm in a plastic, protective cover. She was busy mumbling to herself and flattening out the wrinkles on the bag, but immediately she picked up the high pitched, near screaming voice of her friend.

She stopped at the strange sight before her of Nutty screaming at the passenger window while her guest was leaning down to the side farthest from him, eye twitching and hands going up to massage his forehead.

"Uh—oh, N-Nutty, hi?" Flaky stepped down from the sidewalk and laid a hand on the hood of her car, hesitantly inching to the driver's seat, scared that he would use a loud tone to speak with her.

"Flaky!" Instead of walking around the front of the car like any normal person would, he chose to crawl over the hood and jump down in front of her to save time, his face transformed in a huge smile. "Hiya! What are you doing!? I met your cousin," he leaned in to say in his horrible attempt at whispering, "and he's mean . . !"

Figuring that he had pushed Lifty's buttons too many times in the seven minutes she was gone, she wouldn't have blamed him for being snappish at the sugar loving male.

"He's not really my cousin . . ."

Eyes bulging out of his head, Nutty gasped and asked, "You're saying he's adopted!?"

"N-no just—huuh . . yes. Y-yes he is. D-did you have something to t-tell me?"

Adopted, he had never seen it coming. "Yeah I did! I was telling your cousin to tell you but I don't think he heard me! Russel told me to tell you once I found you that he wants you to come to his new restaurant, he said we have to help him! Boo! I hate WORKING! But then he said he'd give me his secret hoard of candy and I was happy again!" He stopped, the movement of his chest still normal as he breathed in, not affected by the outpour of words in one breath of air.

Flaky smiled, her head overloaded with how fast he had spilled his news out. "T-that was today?" She had completely forgotten, what with her mind wrapped around her new friend and his predicament, but she hadn't thought it was today, especially at that moment. Though, she vaguely remembered Russel calling her and asking for her help, to which she had agreed to, unknown to her at the time that she would have a surprise guest.

"Yeah! And he said we have to be there, like, now or it'll never open and his dream will never come true and that his life will be over!" He still smiled, bouncing on the heel of his feet like the impending doom of someone's life wasn't his concern in the faintest of ways. Because, in all honesty, it really wasn't, the only thing he got out of this was a trunk of goodies that would last him ten minutes tops.

"His life will be . . over . ." a short, huffy giggle came from her as she tugged on a tendril of hair. She couldn't be part of the reason somebody's life was ruined, even if it was just because their restaurant didn't open on time, it was still important to them. Nodding, she got into her car, throwing the dress in the back and pointing to the seat. "W-want a ride Nutty?"

"Would I?!" Climbing in through the driver's seat and squishing her in the process, he fell into the back, his foot accidently kicking Lifty in the side of his head and causing his shoe to slip off into his lap.

Containing a string of curses with a great amount of effort, he picked up it up, opened the window, and succeeded in throwing and landing it in the trashcan he was aiming for. He sat back, rubbing his head and glaring at the boy, who was oblivious to the fact that he only had one shoe now, while he growled to the red head. "Why the fuck did you let that thing in here, is there somewhere we're taking him? To a mental hospital?"

"Y-you'll see . ." She really was hoping that she wouldn't have to pull over on the way to pry his hands from Nutty's neck.

xXx

"We're here!" Flaky called out, unlocking the doors and hurrying Lifty out, seeing his clenched fists and malicious stare he was delivering the addict with. His tolerance had more than likely grown smaller and smaller throughout the car ride, Nutty's pointing out of random objects they passed and screams of joy only worsening his mood. She recalled how she had needed to lay a hand on his arm to stop him from almost punching the childish teen, his emerald eyes filled with loathing.

But, that was over and done with, she was able to let out her breath of air she had held in the entire ride now that Nutty had ran off, laughing about how was going to paint candy canes for the window designs—even though it was a seafood eatery.

Lifty sat on the hood of her car and shut his eyes once again, his foot bobbing slightly in the air. He didn't seem to notice that she was staring at him, her pointing to the restaurant asking the question for her.

"L-Lifty?"

Sighing, he looked at her, trying to keep the annoyance from leaking into his expression; it was peculiar to him, but he wasn't fond of the idea of aiming his temper at her. It must've had to do with the saying, 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you'. "What?"

"I-I was just going to ask if maybe you w-wanted to help out? I'm sure that Russel would appreciate the e-extra and . . it might show that y-you can be . . helpful instead of stealing all the time . ."

Did he really want to help out when he didn't want to and be a good person? To get up and not be lazy, to be somewhere he would rather be anywhere else than, and to have to associate with people he didn't like? Just to give him good standings?

"No."

Deflating at the simple rejection, she nodded and shuffled away to leave him alone, whispering out, "O-okay . . ! Sorry I asked . ."

He frowned and shut his eyes, turning his face away from the sun and telling himself that, next time, he would make his answer less blunt.

xXx

An hour later, and with Lifty still napping on her car, Russel's head tilted to the side, his shoulder length, jagged cut hair swaying into his face as he crossed his arms. His ocean blue eyes were directed at the thief's resting form, a slight frown on his tanned face as he walked closer to him, wooden pegs clunking against the concrete.

His frown only deepened when he heard the snoring, the sign of pure laziness.

"Yar," he took a square of scratch metal he had picked up on his walk around the restaurant from his pocket and ran his hook down it, the screeching equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. Reaching the end of the scrap piece, he dragged the sharp tip in another line, watching the reaction he got from the sleeping twin.

Face scrunching up at the unpleasant noise, Lifty woke up and immediately glared at the pirate who had disturbed him. "What's today, annoy and wake the sleeping twin whenever he's trying to fucking sleep."

"Is there a reason why ye ain't working like the rest of the crew?"

"Screw off," The restaurant was almost done being given its paint job, and the debris in the area around it was getting picked up; he didn't need to assist the rest like he always did. It was nice not having to do any work for a change.

Pondering on what he could say, Russel spotted Flaky dragging a ladder behind her and leaning it against the building, a banner she was about to hang on the ground. "What about ye lassie? Ye ain't worried about her fallin'? There ain't a soul 'round to help her, all but ye are busy."

Finding his way of speech somewhat difficult to understand, and not to mention borderline weird, he had to crane his head over the shoulder of the pirate to be able to see the female fan herself before bending down to pick up the banner. Then he glanced back at him, understanding his implication of what he should do. "Why should I?"

"Tis just a hunch that ye would want to help yer lassie, but, if ye ain't feelin' up to it, she could always do it on her own. Where she could fall, and hurt herself, and there'd be not a person who'd notice, because the one being who was free didn't care—"

"Alright!" Getting up, Lifty rolled his eyes. "I didn't need a freaking ticket to a guilt trip, I was gonna get up right now anyways." He walked past him, ignoring his low chuckle at the twin's excuse for helping her when he said he wouldn't.

"Uh, hey Flaky, did you still need any—" Grunting when he was pushed aside and sent stumbling into the wall of a port-a-potty, he grew stiff with hatred at the sound of a voice that was even more revolting and sickening than Nutty's.

"I can help you Flaky! You know me, I'm all about helping! Don't worry I won't let you fall!"

Emerald eyes narrowing, he spat on the floor at the sight of the blue clad hero holding the ladder for her. It was disgusting how happy and pleasant he was all the damn time, and even more vomit inducing how he offered to help whoever was in need, even when they didn't need it, like now with Flaky. She didn't look too keen on accepting the clumsy male's help, but it was likely she didn't want to offend him, the tight lipped smile on her face and the worriedness in her eyes made it obvious to anyone.

Everyone except the cheerful idiot himself that is.

Splendid was smiling gleefully as he steadied the ladder, making polite conversation with the girl while she pinned one side of the banner to the restaurant.

Intent on going nowhere near the fool, Lifty was tempted to go back to his spot on her car, but his feet were planted in the ground as he watched the duo. He didn't exactly know what he was looking for or why he was doing this, but he just had a feeling he should be searching for any signs of . .—Eyebrows scrunching together, he squinted at the hero's face, noticing the growing blush.

"The hell . ."

"I-is this high enough?" Flaky asked, her arms turning numb from having to hold up it up, finding it heavier than it looked to be.

"Just a little higher," Splendid responded, wearing a smile as he gazed up at her. "Maybe if you stood on your tippy toes and stretched further it would be high enough, try it."

Nodding, she stood on the tips of her toes, stretching her limbs the furthest they could go, and completely unaware that her sweater and skirt were riding up. "L-like this?"

"Yup! Maybe just a tiny bit higher!"

Suspicious of his actions, he pushed off his dislike for the male and strode forward, adding no sound to his steps as he snuck up behind the hero and craned his head up to see what was going on. And when he did . .

He could see a perfect view of the girl's black panties, the skirt bunching up with her sweater the higher she stretched and showing the perverted blue haired boy the reason he had helped her out in the first place. It was too bad for him, though, that this particular female was the only one out of her friends that decided she preferred underwear instead of the thin thongs they wore, saying that they were not her style and a bit too trampy.

Blushing and scowling up at her bottom, eye starting to twitch again, he looked at Splendid and hissed out, "You perverted bastard, she thought you really wanted to help!" He shoved him aside and took his place for holding the ladder, averting his eyes from the sight above him.

Lifty, whisper shouting at the male to leave and having to promise that he wouldn't steal the breads he baked anymore until he agreed to go be helpful somewhere else, didn't see the hopping blur of yellow and green until it was next to him, looking up to see what all the fuss was about.

Nutty blinked once before bursting out in giggles and pointing up, screaming, "OOOHH! YOU WERE LOOKING AT FLAKY'S UNDIES WEREN'T YOU!?"

This boy was seriously going on his list of people he'd rob every day.

The air grew tense and shadowed as the twin looked up, seeing Flaky turn her head to the screaming and catch his stare, the blood rushing to her face as she screamed too and dropped the banner. Her sudden movement knocked her off balance, sending her falling back off the ladder.

"Oh my God! Fla—"

With a flash of blue flying past them at lightning speed, the girl was caught in her fall and cradled in the arms of the superhero from before. He descended to the ground, holding her shaking form to his chest and murmuring, "I knew I shouldn't have let some untrustworthy, sly thief hold the ladder, I should've known that he would shake it and make you fall.

"The pervert, I bet he was looking up your skirt too, wasn't he? I could tell from where I was working at. Some people are just so disgusting, it makes me sick, but don't worry Flaky, I wouldn't let you fall or ever look anywhere that is private to you." Splendid smirked when the shuddering girl buried her face in his shirt, and it only grew when he saw Lifty staring at him in shock.

Today, the twin had learned that it's better to help the first time you're asked rather than waiting around.

Along with finding out that Splendid was actually a perverted asshole under all the fake cheeriness. Oh how he hated him even more now.

LOL so I guess you can say that this chapter had slight SplendidxFlaky xD Hey, the multishipper in me came out, along with not being able to be serious while writing this. Don't know where this story's going, but yeah! This was easier to type up than I thought XD