Author's Note: Well, I'm finally getting back to writing. Sorry I've been such a lazy idiot recently xD I'm trying to get back on track and get out a few chapters before I get drawn back into stupid school stuff. Sorry about how rough my chapters are... I've been rushing just to get my ideas down before I forget them from not typing in so long. Oh oh, but I'm excited :D I got my first bad review on any of my fics. It was on my IMing the Enemy fic. I'm kinda proud of myself for that :3 If I got a bad review it means I'm finally doing something right! It was a let down of a bad review though. It was something like "This story sucks" but that's ok, it's something so I guess I'll have to be content. It's the first step in getting reviews that are so horrible that it'll make my skin crawl :D I'm excited! :3 Anyways, enough with my rant... I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

The sun was starting to rise as Shego opened her eyes and groaned. She rubbed her temples and looked around. "That's right… I'm on the beach…" she mumbled. She reached for her guitar and slowly stood, stretching her back.

With a sigh she picked up her beach chair and began the walk back to their beach house. It was pretty early and barely anyone was out. The sun was only beginning to show and the water was still cold.

Her feet sunk into the sand with each step, as if trying to keep her from leaving the beach, but she knew she couldn't stay there for too much longer. Jean would be pissed if she wasn't back in time to help with breakfast.

Blinking something hit her. Breakfast. She broke out into a run, words trailing from her mouth, "If Princess cooks we'll all be screwed."

She practically sprinted the rest of the way home, speeding into the house with frantic eyes.

Kim was just coming down the stairs and she jumped.

"Sh-Shego? Something wrong?"

The green skinned woman let out a sigh of relief. "I just needed to be sure I was back in time to cook breakfast."

"Oh. Well, Jean is about to start, I'm about to go help her."

"No," Shego said sternly.

"What? Why not?"

Shego put the chair and her guitar down and rolled her eyes. "Really Kimmie? I've heard so many things about your cooking skills. I'd rather NOT die first thing this morning."

Kim blushed and mumbled, "I'm not that bad anymore…"

"Just sit on the couch and watch some TV or something."

"Ron's asleep on the couch."

"Then sit on him and watch some TV or something."

The redhead huffed and walked over to where her best friend was sleeping, sitting on the floor next to the couch and flipping on the TV.

Shego sighed in relief and went to the kitchen, finding Jean pulling out the ingredients and an apron.

"How nice of you to show up," her friend said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I'm here. Don't be so cranky," Shego muttered.

Jean turned to scold her, "You disappear last night and don't even tell me where you're going. I have a reason to be cranky."

"Oh come on Jean, can't you just let it go? I'm back already," Shego sighed.

"Depends… why were you gone?"

Shego frowned. "I… was playing guitar on the beach."

Jean's face twisted into anger. "Did that bastard call you?!"

The villain muttered, "Yeah…"

"Tell me you are not thinking of seeing him again!" Jean said, grabbing her friend's shoulders. "He did something horrible, you can't take him back now!"

"Jean… I'm not taking him back. I'm just… going to visit him at his club tonight."

"Then I'm going with."

"No Jean. You two don't get along. You might destroy his club…"

"So? I have the money to pay for damages," she pouted.

"That's not what I mean."

"I don't care. If you go I go. I'll have the Wegos follow you around everywhere if I have to," Jean says sternly.

The green skinned woman groaned. "Alright, alright. You can go with me to the stupid club. Now drop the subject alright? Let's just make breakfast and not talk about this till later alright?"

The designer still wasn't ready to let it go, but she did. Her stomach growled in agreement with Shego; it was time to eat.

When breakfast was finished, the boys and Monique were woken up and they all sat down to eat.

Ron sat as far away from Shego as possible. There were some things he could deal with, like being in the same house, but he was having a hard time being in the same room, so there was no way he wanted to sit near her. What if she snapped? He wasn't risking that.

After breakfast the boys were on cleanup duty. When that was over, they split. Each had an idea of what they wanted to do that day, so they parted without a second thought.

The Wegos and Ron left together, heading out to pick up chicks, Ron acting as if he would teach them the ways of the ladies, and how to catch one. They stupidly believed him.

Monique and Jean went shopping.

Shego was going to head out for a run, but Kim caught her and forced her into hanging out at a karaoke place.

The blonde boy took a seat at the ice cream shop they'd visited the day before, winking at the Wegos before turning his attention to the brunette beside him.

"Hey there beautiful. I'm in a bit of a pinch, do you think you could help me out?" he said with a charming grin.

The brunette turned to look at him as if he'd just asked if she wanted to eat a cockroach or two. "Ew," escaped past her lips and she got up and left.

The Wegos looked at each other and then back at Ron. Maybe they should've asked their sister instead…

"No, no. You see, this fabric is lighter, it'd be best if it was on the top part of the dress," Monique said, her eyebrows furrowed. She pulled at the bright red fabric, testing its elasticity.

"Yes, but it lacks any sort of redeeming qualities other than that. I do agree it should be one of the top layers, but not THE top layer," Jean replied, running her fingers over the material.

"If it isn't the top layer it might be pushed down by the layers above, and we'd also lose the vibrant color."

"What I mean is that we should put only one layer on top. We use a type of fishnet, whether designed or not we figure out later, but that was it gives it more depth and it isn't blinding people as they look at it. We want it to grab attention, but not give somebody a seizure," Jean said with a laugh.

"Tell me again why you dragged me here, Princess," Shego growled, arms folded.

"Oh come on, don't be such a Grinch. Just try to relax for a bit, geez," the redhead groaned.

A deep frown fell upon the villains face, "Grinch? Seriously? You're asking me to fry your ass."

Kim looked at her in confusion. "What? I call you names all the time, just like you use pet names on me all the time!"

"But Grinch?"

"What's wrong with calling you that? You're always so grumpy anyways."

"What color is the Grinch?" Shego asked with a sigh.

The hero blinked a few times and asked in confusion, "Green… what does that have to do with anyth…. Ooooooh!"

Shego rolled her eyes. "And what do you think I was called around the first Christmas I looked like this?"

Kim grew silent, staring at the ground.

"Exactly," Shego muttered. After letting that sink in, the villain asked, "Now then, are you going to sing for me, or did you just waste money on a karaoke place?"

The redhead finally brought her eyes back up the green skinned woman and found a smirk on her face and a cocked eyebrow.

Kim broke into a grin and grabbed a microphone.