Hey there ;), sorry for the late update. I really had a major writer's bloc. I'm not even a writer. I was reading too many McCoy/Uhura fan fics and it prevented me from writing this one. I really do love those two:D

So without further a do, here's a new chapter in which the characters don't belong to me but Mr. Gene Roddenberry...but the words do teehee:3

Nyota sat at the desk, PADD in hand. She pondered wether she should write to her older sister Tumaini or not. Although they were close, the subject on boys was never talked about. After a couple of minutes deciding wether she should send a message to her older sister, Nyota decided that it be best if Zana was the one to give her advice. She was the oldest therefore the perfect one to give advice on the opposite gender.

Hey Tumaini,

I need help on a certain subject. You probably know what I'm talking about.

Anywho, write me back, we need to talk about this.

Bye(:

She sighed and relaxed her shoulders. Her sister would know what to do. She always knew what to do with boys.

"Ny, why are you still in your room?" Her mom asked as she entered the room. "You could at least clean up. You know, this isn't our house and if it was, I wouldn't tolorate this mess." She continued as she picked up shirts and pants from the floor.

"Mama, its still morning and I'll clean up; I was planning to do laundry later on anyways." Nyota turned to face her mother who was now covered by a pile of clothes. "Just, put those clothes in a corner and pretend like they don't exist."

"Nyota!" Her mother yelled and Nyota flinched. "You get your butt up from that chair this instant and go wash your clothes."

Nyota started to protest but her mother was looking fiercly at her. She got up from the chair and took the now heavy clothes downstairs to the laundry room. What if Spock sees me like this. What'll I say? 'My mother sent me to wash my own clothes because I was being a bad girl.' She thought. "No one will see you. No one will see you." She repeated to herself.

When she finally arrived, she dropped the basket on the ground and started to pick through the many different colors of the clothes: whites with whites, colors with colors, and blacks with blacks. She started to sing an old tune by B.O.B.

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky like shooting stars;

I can really use a wish right now; wish right now, wish right now.

She sang and did her laundry for over 2 hours. "I now know why mama yells at me when she does the laundry…I have too many clothes." She said to herself. She was done her white clothes and halfway through her colors when she felt someone's presence behind her. Please don't be Spock, please don't be Spock. She internally prayed. "Miss Uhura," the voice began.

Crap. She thought.

"I never knew you knew how to do laundry."

"Haha, my mama sent me to do laundry because I wasn't…" Her voice trailed off. Did I really just almost say what I didn't want to say in the first place? Crap, smite me now please.

"Wasn't what?" He asked, with his eyebrow raised. Damn was the eyebrow sexy.

"What?" Distract himwith something quickly. "Do you like apples?" Apples? Really Ny, apples?

"I do enjoy them, yes."

Okay, we're going somewhere.

"That's good. Are you more of the classic red apple or a Granny Smith kind of guy?"

His lips did the smallest of quirks. If Nyota hadn't been wearing her contacts, she would have never thought that Vulcans could smile. "I enjoy both types of apples, and what do you prefer?"

"Uhh..The red one." Crap, why am I acting this way, we've talked before. What's wrong with me?

"I see. I must go now, take pleasure in your laundry."

"Okay." She waited until he was out of sight to let out the biggest groan of her entire life. "'Do you like apples?'" She imitated herself in a high pitched voice. "If he hadn't caught me in such a bad time, I wouldn't be like this." She walked around the room for some time. "What was I doing? Oh right, laundry."

After finishing her laundry, she returned to her room with her clothes to see her PADD blinking. Zana answered!

Hey Ny,

I know exactly what you're talking about: boys. I know we have a 5 year difference, and I'm glad you decided to ask me for advice and not the other one-_- You know she'd had like 5 boyfriends in a period of 3 months right? Abusing her beauty to get what she wants. Disgusting.

Anyways, if you want to talk face to face, call back at 0700 hours at night. We'll be able to talk freely.

Love, Zana.

Nyota looked at the clock and it was now 0600. "What the hell, I've been doing laundry for most part of the day?" Her stomach grumbled. "Time for a late lunch."

Downstairs in the kitchen, she asked if she could eat where the chefs prepare the food. She felt it much more comfortable than the large and spacey dining room. She had a tofu bacon BLT, orange juice, and some ice cream. Once finished, she thanked the chefs and headed for her bedroom. It was almost 0700 and she desperatly needed to talk to her sister about her situation.

Once she thought that she was safe and alone, she opened her computer (if you would call it a computer) and dialed her sister's digits. She waited a mere 10 seconds before seeing a familiar face which she now missed. "Hey Ny."

"Hey Zana. How's Starfleet?"

"Amazing, the teachers here are unbelievable. The education is really something else. You'd really love it here."

"Well, I'll have to wait 3 more years to finally be able to go." There was a silence between the two and then a large crash on Zana's side of the screen. "Is everything all right Na?"

"What? Oh, yeah. That was just my roommate and her LOUD BOYFRIEND." She screamed at people whom Nyota couldn't make out.

"Sorry Zana…Josh, be quiet. She's trying to talk to her sister about boys." She heard. "Boys?" A male voice said. She saw another figure near her sister's. "Nyota right?" He said. "All you need to know about boys is that: we like to be spanked." Zana's face grew in horror and she pushed the boy away.

"Umm. Okay, thanks." Was all that would come out of Nyota's mouth.

"Ny, don't listen to him. He's the only one who enjoys being spanked. Wait, that didn't come out right. Just ignore what I said."

"Oh okay."

"Now, stop stalling and tell me who this boy is and what's he doing in your mind."

"Well, he's Vulcan.."

- One Love