The previous chapter was a little short, so I decided to update sooner than I normally would. Enjoy!

~Lisa.

Chapter Seven - Psycho Girl!

Excerpt from Regina J. Powell's Diary

Friday, September 11th 1998

Dear Diary,

I know it's a lie! I don't know why Stephanie said she doesn't want to be friends with me, but I know she's lying. I mean, who wouldn't want to be my friend! I'm the greatest! I'm so FURIOUS with Stephanie! My hand is shaking so much that I'm even finding it hard to hold a pen, but I have to get this down.

And the worst part … and this hurts me so much. I've only been gone from the band a DAY and already they are trying to replace me. But I put a spanner in their works, yes I did. I love rumors as they spread so easily. Tell one person, and pretty soon the entire school knows. I don't expect Jennifer Cashmore will be joining their band anytime soon – ha, ha! I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, and pretty soon they will have run out of people to ask, and they will be BEGGING me to come back. I can see it now – Stephanie will be so apologetic!

But don't you worry – I have several ideas up my sleeve to deal with this unfortunate situation!

Now, off to Stephanie's house I go!

Regina Judith and Stephanie Judith – Best Friends Forever!!!

Yours,

Regina J. Powell

Kimmy drove home after class early Friday evening, deep in thought. With less than a year to go on her college degree she still had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, career wise. Heck, maybe she would just marry Jesse, help raise his kids, and have a couple of their own. Kimmy smiled at the thought. As she approached the Gibbler driveway her smile turned to a frown upon noticing a white Toyota sedan parked across the street from the Tanner residence. Kimmy could just make out the silhouette of Regina Powell behind the wheel.

Her dad's car was blocking the drive so Kimmy had no choice but to park on the street. She quickly exited her car, as she had a shift at the Smash Club in less that an hour, so it was going to be a bit of a rush. Shooting one final look at Regina's car she hurried up the drive.

Half an hour later, after showering, and gulping down a 'Mac 'n' Cheese' microwave dinner, Kimmy was on her way back out. Regina's sedan was still parked in the same spot when she reached her own car. Kimmy hesitated, knowing that any delay would make her late for her shift, but decided she should at least investigate. Kimmy quickly crossed the street, sidling up beside Regina's car. Regina obviously hadn't noticed her, as she gave a start when Kimmy suddenly materialized by her window. For a moment they stared at each other, until Kimmy, growing impatient, knocked on the glass, indicating that Regina should roll down her window.

Regina's blue eyes flashed daggers at Kimmy, "What do you want?" she asked, her tone fierce.

"I could ask you the same thing. What exactly are you doing?"

Regina's expression didn't alter; she didn't appear embarrassed in any way, at being caught out. That in its self concerned Kimmy.

"I can park here if I want. It's a public street. Stephanie asked me to meet her here."

Kimmy knew that wasn't true. Nicky had mentioned earlier that Stephanie and Dean were taking Amelia and him to see a six o'clock movie and it was nearly seven now. She snorted in disbelief, "Right, Stephanie asked you to park out on the street in front of her house indefinitely. Come on!"

"What's it to you? Stephanie doesn't even like you. Just because you are doing her uncle, doesn't automatically make the two of you friends!" Regina said nastily.

"Just because you are in Stephanie's band, doesn't automatically make the two of you friends either," Kimmy snapped. "Okay fine. How about I inform Stephanie that you have been idling outside her house for at least half an hour … longer I'm sure … and see what she says."

"You really shouldn't mess with me!" Regina threatened.

Kimmy laughed out loud, not even intimidated in the slightest, "Do you really think I'm afraid of you. You're just some misguided idiot who is trying to force her friendship on someone. Face the facts; Stephanie doesn't want you as a friend." Kimmy stepped back from the car, folding her arms across her chest in an aggressive stance, "Now – if you want to continue parking here that's your choice, as like you said this is a public street, but I'm afraid you are going to have to put up with me, because I'm not leaving until you do."

Shooting Kimmy a final look of anger, and quickly realizing she wasn't going to be able to get rid of her, Regina started the car. "This isn't over!" was her parting shot as she roared off down the street, tires squealing. Kimmy looked after her shaking her head. She hoped that was the last she would see of 'psycho girl', but she had a feeling it probably wouldn't be the case.

"I think Aaron Bailey really likes you!" Samantha Ridgewood said. Michelle and Samantha were sitting on the couch in Michelle's living room waiting for their current favorite TV show 'Charmed' to start. Samantha was sleeping over that night.

Michelle whacked her friend with a sofa cushion, "He does not! Take it back!"

Samantha giggled, "It's true. He barely insults you anymore."

"So based on that, you've concluded that he likes me?"

Samantha tilted her head to the side, "Well that, and he's always staring at you."

"I don't know what to think about that. If it was Brad Hopkins it would be different."

Samantha's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Brad Hopkins is so hot."

"Did I tell you that he spoke to me the other day?"

Samantha sat up even straighter, "No way! When?"

"In art class. We had to draw a bowl of fruit, and when Brad passed my easel he called my picture interesting."

"Did he mean interesting in a good way … or in a bad way?"

"A good way of course, it was all in the way that he said it."

"You are so lucky!"

The phone rang then, disturbing their conversation. Michelle reached over to grab the portable off the table. She extended the antennae while at the same time pressing the button to answer the call.

"Hello," she said. "Michelle speaking."

"Is Stephanie home?" a voice asked forcibly.

"No, sorry. She's at the movies."

"When will she be back?" the caller's tone was demanding.

"Dunno … it's Friday night, so late probably. Can I take a mess …" The line went dead in Michelle's ear. Michelle clicked off the phone, "Well that was rude."

"Who was it?" Samantha questioned.

"No idea. Some bad-mannered girl looking for Steph," Michelle was thoughtful for a moment. "Her voice sounded kind of familiar, but I can't quite place it. Oh well, I'm sure it will come back to me."

"Michelle, turn up the TV, the show's about to start."

Michelle pointed the remote at the TV, and hit the volume. The two girls settled in to watch what excitement would befall Prue, Piper, and Phoebe on the night's episode.

"So what's the deal with you and 'psycho girl'?"

Stephanie's mouth opened in surprise at Kimmy's comment, "You mean Regina Powell?" She leaned on the bar. Dean was dropping Nicky and Amelia home after the movie before joining her at the Smash Club. Stephanie was ordering a coffee while she waited.

Kimmy snorted, "That depends. Do you know more than one person who deserves to be known as 'psycho girl'?"

Stephanie smiled briefly, "No, it's just everyone thinks I'm overreacting about Regina."

Kimmy placed Stephanie's cappuccino in front of her, "I don't. When I arrived home, 'psycho girl' was parked across the street from your house, and then when I went out again half an hour later she was still there."

"You're kidding!" Stephanie was incredulous.

"Nope. So I went over and confronted her, and she gave some lame excuse about waiting for you."

Stephanie banged her fist on the bar top, attracting the attention of several people in the vicinity, including Jesse, "That's ridiculous – I never asked her to do that – we're not even friends anymore, I told her Thursday to stay away!"

"I believe you," Kimmy said quietly,

Jesse approached, "What's going on?" He was hoping that Kimmy and Stephanie weren't fighting again. He thought they had gotten past that the past couple of months.

"Stephanie has a stalker," Kimmy supplied.

"Huh!" He turned to his niece a frown on his face, "What does Kimmy mean? Is some guy from school bothering you?"

"Not exactly – it's a girl actually … Regina Powell from my band."

Jesse relaxed, "A girl! Okay that's different. Steph, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

"What! You don't think a girl can be dangerous?" Kimmy said. "That's racist!"

"I think the word you're looking for is 'sexist' Kimmy," Stephanie corrected. She quickly explained to her uncle Regina's behavior up until now – dressing alike, turning up everywhere she went, lying, constant phone calls, inappropriate gifts, sudden bursts of violent anger, and the latest – watching the house."

Jesse listened quietly, not saying anything until she finished, "I'm not condoning any of her behavior, but maybe Regina thought about what you said to her Thursday, realized she's been a little … obsessed with you, and drove over to apologize. And she was just sitting in her car working up the courage to knock on your door, when Kimmy caught her."

Kimmy looked incredulous, "For over half an hour! Jesse, don't give up your day job – any of them – you'd make a lousy psychologist."

A shadow of annoyance crossed Jesse's face. Kimmy simply smiled sweetly at him.

Stephanie was shaking her head, "I guess it's possible Uncle Jesse!"

Kimmy smirked, "Any more psychological predictions Jesse? I enjoyed that one so much."

"Several, they just don't involve Regina." Kimmy grinned evilly. Jesse turned his attention back to Stephanie, "Seriously Steph, I wouldn't be concerned. As you said, Regina's only been behaving unusually the past couple of weeks. By Monday Regina will have latched on to someone else, and forgotten all about you."

Stephanie nodded reluctantly, but deep down she was upset. She would have thought Uncle Jesse would have taken the situation more seriously.

"Or … she really is a psycho!" Kimmy was firmly sticking to her belief.

Jesse threw up his hands in exasperation.

Regina watched Stephanie and Dean kissing through a pair of binoculars. She was now parked several houses down from the Tanner house, and even further away from the Gibbler's residence. She didn't want to chance running into the Gibbler girl again!

After hanging up on Stephanie's bratty little sister, Regina had driven to every movie theatre in the area, and had been unable to locate Stephanie anyway. In the end she had decided to try the Smash Club, and had just been in time to catch Stephanie leaving with Dean. She had tailed them back here, at a safe distance and was now spying on the pair standing on the front porch practically making out.

"Bye!" Regina heard Stephanie call, as she had her driver's side window rolled down. She watched Dean Barton descend the stairs, striding toward where his car was parked. She heard his car start, but he didn't pull away right away, and even through the binoculars Regina was unable to make out what he was doing. It wasn't until the sound of 'Queensryche's, Silent Lucidity' filled the air that Regina realized Dean had been fiddling with either the radio or CD player.

As Dean pulled away, Regina shifted the binoculars to where Stephanie still stood, shaking her head with amusement. Maybe she was starting to realize what a big dork her boyfriend was, Regina thought – one could only dream. She watched as Stephanie turned her key in the front door disappearing inside. There were already lights visible from the living room, and Regina wondered what Stephanie was doing, and with whom she was speaking. Was she telling her dad about her night, or her sister, or that guy named Joey – she wasn't sure what relation he was! Regina could cross her Uncle Jesse off the list, as she had spied him through the front window of the Smash Club, deep in conversation with that awful Gibbler girl. Wasn't there a law against employer/employee fraternization! Perhaps, it was up to her to find out. Regina drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, disappointed that there was nothing to observe.

Her luck changed as a light came on in Stephanie's room. Regina excitedly pointed her binoculars toward the window, eager to see what Stephanie was up to. She watched Stephanie and Michelle enter the room, and observed Stephanie hanging her denim jacket on the back of her desk chair. She saw a frown cross Stephanie's face at something her sister said, and Regina wondered what was causing it. Michelle must have done something to upset Stephanie, Regina thought. How dare she! As a younger sister Michelle should obey Stephanie at all times. Unfortunately as soon as Michelle had departed Stephanie walked over to the window and closed the curtains blocking Regina's view. Sitting there for a few more minutes, Regina decided with a sigh of disappointment that it was time to head home.