Alex-Kuritani,

I know what you mean! I was reading a book, and the character's name was Kelsie. I liked to pretend that I was the character! Have you ever done that? Probably sounds weird... You should try it! Well, hope you enjoy the rest of the story! If you want, you're welcome to leave some thoughts, some things you'd like to happen, or just an OC.

"Want to dance?" Mordecai asked, oblivious to Hope's blush.

"Sure..."

Mordecai guided Hope over to the dancefloor, which was flooded with various inhabitants of all ages. Margaret stepped up to the podium.

"I'd like to sing a song, if you don't mind." She said, earning a few catcalls from the woozy men patrons.

She began with her voice strengthening with each word.

S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me,
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.
Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open
My body is craving, so feed the hungry

Mordecai spun Hope slowly. Margaret started to slowly make her way into the crowd carrying the microphone with her.

I've been devoting myself to you
Monday to Monday
And Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it

Starting to feel just a little abused
Like a coffee machine in an office
So I'm gonna go somewhere closer
To get me a lover and tell you about it

Margaret did a weird toe touch twirl thing.

There's a she wolf in the closet,
Open up and set it free
There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe

Sitting across the bar, staring right at her prey,
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way.
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent,
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student.

To look at the single man I've got on me a special radar,
And the fire department's hotline in case i get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divas or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
I'm having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy

Margaret snapped to a bright green wolf, who howled in response.

There's a she wolf in the closet,
Open up and set it free
There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe

S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise, breathes heavily
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

S.O.S she is in disguise
S.O.S she is in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise,
Coming out, coming out, coming out

There's a she wolf in the closet,
Let it out so it can breathe!

She ran up to the podium and chirped about her thanks and how fun it was to sing for everyone.

Hope looked over her shoulder, Kris flicked her a evil 'If-You-Fuck-This-Up-I-Will-Kill-You' smile. Hope shivered, that girl may not be that much into violence, but she can make a evil look that rivals a deranged sadistic murderer.

"Hey, Hope, have you ever danced before?" Mordecai asked, puffing out his chest in a heroic fashion.

Hope shook her head. "Nope, well not that counts anyways." Hope remembered her mom and sister teaching her to waltz and silly dances at a young age, when her father was out hunting.

"Oh, okay. So, this is going to sound weird, but would you mind helping me real quick?" Mordecai darted his eyes to the bathroom and back.

"Yes, let's go to the bathroom." Hope caught on, leading the way to the bathroom.

Shutting the door and locking it, Mordecai poured out his worries.

"What if Margaret don't like me? What if she secretly has a boyfriend, and won't tell me because she knows I'm in love with her? What if she is only her because she wants to be kind?"

"Mordecai." Hope said calmly.

"What?"

"Calm your fucking tits!" Hope screeched.

Mordecai looked as though Hope had stuck him. He gaped at the slightly smaller Raven. "What?"

Hope took a deep breath, she wasn't going to proclaim her love of him in a bathroom, or anywhere else. He was in love with Margaret, she could tell by the way he look at her, how he acted around he, and Hope probably didn't like her anyways. He would just be her crush for a couple of months at most. She couldn't crush his heart.

"Mordecai, Margaret le gustas, es bastante obvio." Hope stated.

Mordecai rolled his eyes. "I speak English remember?"

Hope smiled and translated. "Margaret likes you, its quite obvious."

Mordecai eyes brighten exictedly. "Really, Hope, you think so?"

Hope nooded and gave a sad smile. "It's obvious, my friend, she blushes when you stutter. She swoons when you speak, she is hooked boy, I guarantee."

Mordecai recollected his pride from the floor of the dirty bathroom. "Thanks, for the peptalk, it really helped." Mordecai walked out of the bathroom, his head held high.

Hope called after him. "mi corazón le pertenece a usted en este momento, que elige sabiamente!" She looked to the left of the restroom to the left, to notice a shivering chipmunk. "What are you looking at?" She inquired.

"I'm sorry. I too know what it is like to lose someone you love." He said combing his fur with his hand.

"You speak Spanish?" Hope asked. She was surprised, not many people bothered to learn a new language.

"¿Responde esto a su pregunta? Yo soy de México, después de todo, mi gente me negaré si no conozco mi propia lengua." The chipmunk stated, no longer shivering.

"Sería de hecho. Tengo que irme, adiós señor. Ha sido un placer." Hope says walking towards the bathroom exit.

"Adiós." He waved.

Kris sat at the table, munching on her leftovers. 'So bored, must find a way to entertain myself.' She thought.

She watched her friend, whom was responsible for her return to the world of the living, dance with her crush. It stirred a sorrow that stayed deep within her heart, for she knew what it was like to fall for someone who would not return her affection. She thought of Skips, the one who had taken her heart captive and refused to let it go. During her time with the dead, she learned a lot about Skips. For each fact learned, another reason to keep them apart was learned as well. He was immortal, she would wither and die. He had knowledge that rivaled the smarted man alive, she just had an highschool deploma. He was relieable, she had problems asking for help. She was working on that though.

Margaret started to go into the crowd, singing a song that quite frankly made Kris want to stab her ears out with a spoon. She kicked her leg above her head, grabbed it so it would stay above her head, and twirled. Then, with nerve in Kris' opinion, snapped to a wolf, whom howled in response.

"Cette chanson est à ordures. Qui chante maintenant n'est pas mieux!" Kris thought aloud.

Kris was fed up, she may have only met Hope a little bit ago, but Hope was more into Mordecai, she was sure of it. She could tell that Hope had fallen hard; she gave looks to Mordecai that she had once caught herself giving Skips. The only problem with Kris' plan was that Skips would never fall for her, Mordecai was blinded by his affection for Margaret to notice Hope going out of her way to please him, and Hope was in denial of loving Mordecai. Kris was snapped out of her thoughts by Margaret.

"How do you think I was?" She asked innocently.

Kris faked a smile, she would not show her digust for the larger bird. "You were great! Who sang that song?"

Margaret ruffled her feathers. "Shakira. It's name was 'Shewolf."

"Interesting. Can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure."

"Do you like Mordecai?"

Margaret blushed. "Well I trust you, so I think I can tell you. I think Mordecai is attractive, but I'm scared to make a move."

Kris gasped. "Why?"

"Well, I met this girl. She don't like me a bit, but I still don't want to her hurt feelings. She likes Mordecai, she isn't afraid to show it either. And can you keep a secret?"

Kris nodded, eagerly awaiting her secret.

"I think Hope likes him. I may only have met her like last week, but I feel we have formed a bond over those daily chats at the coffee shop. I know I've hurt Mordecai's feelings in the past, I know that he has liked me since we met; it's kind of obvious." Margaret sighed. "But I feel that Mordecai and Hope are made for each other. When she first met, I could kind of feel this aura around her."

Kris smiled. "You know what, I have a secret too. Want to hear it?"

Margaret did a slight nod of her head.

"I thought you didn't like me or Hope. Hope and I we...kind of like you said, formed a bond. We can understand each other."

"Couldn't you always?"

"No, I speak English and French; Hope speaks English and Spanish. But when we talk in different languages, I know what she is saying, I know what she is saying. I don't think she notices though."

"That's amazing! It's just like that movie, 'Leo and Joe,' except they can read each others mind and one is the other's long lost grandfather from the past."

"That's cool."

Mordecai popped out from nowhere, emitting a scream from both Kris and Margaret.

He calmly said, "Margaret, there is something I've been wanting to tell you since I met you. I think you are the most georgeous girl in the world; the ways your eyes sparkle, the way your feathers shine, even the way you glare at that chick who stalks me. Will you go out with me?"

Margaret looked around for some assistance of any kind, finding none she quickly lied. "Mordecai, I'm not ready for an realationship yet. When Donnie left me...I just need some time to heal. I'm sorry, but we're still friends, right?"

Mordecai, hurt filled eyes and pain written on his face, managed a sad smile. "Yeah, friends forever, like we promised."

"Thanks Mordecai, I'm really am sorry. I just don't want to be left alone again, you hear me?"

Hope strutted to the table. "I found a chipmunk, can I keep it? Whao, what did I miss?"

"Margaret rejeté Mordecai, elle vous connaît comme lui. Elle pense que les gars sont destinés à être ensemble." Kris filled her in.

"¿Qué? ¿Se lo dijiste? Pensé que no te gustaba ella! Esto es lo que me pasa por hablar con un extraño en el baño de hombres!" Hope quickly said.

Kris shrugged. "Mon jugement a été assombri. Je me suis tourné vers seulement voir le mauvais en elle, elle est assez froid."

Mordecai broke in. "It's pretty late, why don't I hitch a ride with Kris? Hope you wouldn't mind driving Margaret home would you?"

Kris and Hope exchanged glances and silently promised to tell each other what happened on each of our rides home. "Sure." Hope chirped.

"Well then, vamos."

(HOPE'S POV)

Margaret got into the passenger seat. She looked out the window, "I think I hurt him."

I looked at her confused. "How so?"

"He claimed his love for me, I shot him down. How horrible can I be?"

"Look at it this way, he practically said he'd wait for you. It 'can' take weeks even months to heal. He will move on, I'm sure of it!"

Margaret looked thoughtful. "I never thought of it that way. Thanks, Hope!"

I made a mental note that I'd helped my friends on numerous occassions today.

"Anyways I think we are at your stop. Later, Red." I waved goodbye as Margaret got out of the car.

And with that, I drove off to the park, where Rigby would probably be getting chewed out.

Thank you, thank you. Hope you all have enjoyed it! The song is by Shakira, I own nothing except Hope. I was thinking of making Margaret the villian, but I just couldn't picture her being rude to Mordecai or Hope, for that matter. And I was thinking that I'd make it where she and Mordecai got together, but that would be one hell of a tragic break-up, wouldn't it? Thought this chapter was horrid!

Spanish Translations:

Mordecai, Margaret likes you, it's pretty obvious- Mordecai, Margaret le gustas, es bastante obvio

my heart belongs to you at this time, choose wisely- mi corazón le pertenece a usted en este momento, que elige sabiamente

¿Responde esto a su pregunta? Yo soy de México, después de todo, mi gente me negaré si no conozco mi propia lengua- Does that answer your question? I'm from Mexico, after all, my people disown me if I know my own language

Sería de hecho. Tengo que irme, adiós señor. Ha sido un placer - It would indeed. I have to go, goodbye sir. It was a pleasure

Adios - Goodbye

¿Qué? ¿Se lo dijiste? Pensé que no te gustaba ella! Esto es lo que me pasa por hablar con un extraño en el baño de hombres - What, did you tell him? Thought you did not like it! This is what I get for talking to a stranger in the men's room

Vamos - Let's go

French Translations:

"Cette chanson est à ordures. Qui chante maintenant n'est pas mieux!" -"This song is garbage. Who sings now is no better!"

"Margaret rejeté Mordecai, elle vous connaît comme lui. Elle pense que les gars sont destinés à être ensemble." - "Margaret Mordecai rejected, she knows you like him. She thinks guys are destined to be together."

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