Jupiter's Magic: Here's the next chapter! I hope you guys like this one. I forgot to mention how old everyone is.

Raphael: 23

Skye: 21

Alister: 21

Lola: 21

Valon: 17

Ember: 16

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh...I only own the people who you don't recognize.


It didn't take very long for Alister to appear in the kitchen, where Raphael was doing the dishes in the kitchen with a deceptively calm expression on his face. "Skye walked past me looking like she was about to cry and you're in here sulking. Talk."

Raphael did not turn around. "She was about to cry?" he asked, setting a dish into the dishwasher.

"You asked her?" Alister countered.

"I did," said the blond flatly, still not turning all the way around. "She needed time to think, according to her."

Alister looked at him with concern marring his features. "You do know that's not an outright rejection, right? There's still a chance, you know."

"I know," he replied heavily, sitting at the table with a weary expression on his face. "It does nothing to reassure me, though."

Alister was silent, unsure of what to tell the eldest biker.

The sound of the front door being kicked open jarred them out of their thoughts and they hurried out to the front hall to investigate the source of the commotion.

As they got out of the kitchen they came face to face with an unfamiliar girl around the same height as Skye; she seemed to be about the same age as well. Her hair fell in long, luscious waves, framing her face nicely and her blue eyes were almost crackling with wrath. What really got their attention was the metal baseball bat that she had clenched in her hand.

"Where is my best friend?" the girl snarled, causing even Alister to flinch from the iciness in her voice.

"Your best friend?" asked Raphael cautiously, wondering if he needed to arm himself. The girl's eyes held a murderous light in them at the moment.

She narrowed her eyes and marched up to Alister, poking him in the chest with several vicious jabs. "I sense that my best friend is distraught. I demand that you tell me where she is—now."

Alister frowned, a realizing expression appearing on his face. "Skye's upstairs," he said, pointing in the direction of the stairs.

The unidentified girl immediately shoved past him and took the stairs two at a time to get up. Alister exchanged confused glances with Raphael, both coming to the decision to not get involved.

Meanwhile, the girl had stormed down the hallway to a closed bedroom door and kicked it a few times for good measure.

"Go away, Valon," called Skye's voice thickly through the door.

"Not Valon, chica. Get out here now!" she replied fiercely, folding her hands over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently.

There was a small noise from inside the room and then the door opened; Skye peeked around it miserably, her eyes red and puffy. "Lola, what are you…how did you…?"

"Best friend telepathy," said the other girl softly, some of her anger dissipating when her eyes landed on Skye. She held her arms out and Skye came in for a hug. "I sensed that something hurt you, so I packed up my stuff and came here. "

Skye gave her a watery smile. "Thanks, Lola," she said as Lola came into the room, closing her door behind her.

Lola had been her best friend for ten years, she reflected as the other girl came further into her room. The Hispanic girl, while sometimes pushy, knew exactly what to say and how to say it; it was no wonder she had known Skye was feeling distressed. It was also because of Lola that she knew how to speak almost perfect Spanish.

"Who were the other two guys downstairs?" asked Lola. "I passed them earlier and I'm pretty sure I owe the red-haired guy an apology; I may have bruised his chest."

"That was Alister. I'm surprised he didn't kill you for that," said Skye with a little laugh. "My other roommate is testing out one of his Christmas presents; his name's Valon and he's from Australia. He's a little crazy, but he's a good person."

"And the big blond guy? Who was that?"

Skye flinched. "That was Raphael," she said quietly, her hazel eyes going to a velvet box sitting on her cabinet.

Lola studied her friend intently. "Is he the guy I need to beat the crap out of?" she asked, bringing the baseball bat to her hand, tapping it against the palm of her other hand.

Skye shook her head quickly, chuckling. "No, no. I don't think you'd even bruise him, Lola," she replied softly.

"What did he do, Skye? If he hurt you…"

"No, no. Nothing like that, Lola. I'll tell you later—"

"Dimelo ahora, chica!"

"Bueno. Bueno," Skye replied, holding her hands up reassuringly as she lapsed into Spanish. "El rubio me preguntó si quería ser su novia y le dije que no porque usted sabe quién."

Lola looked at the girl, to the velvet box on the table, and then back to Skye. "Veo. Pobre chica," she said, her eyes softening in sympathy.

There was a brief pause and then Lola clapped her hands together. "Well, onto something more cheerful. I have clothes here, yes?"

"Yep! Although I'm pretty sure you outgrew them," Skye replied with a more cheerful laugh.

Lola pouted for a moment before her eyes lit up. "I have both the cure to your ails and the solution to my problem!" she declared, grabbing Skye and dragging her from the room. Before she could properly protest Lola dragged her down the stairs and into the family room, where Alister and Raphael were sitting in the family room

"I have a cure!" she announced, earning startled expressions of alarm from Alister and Raphael.

The two men looked at each other in confusion before their eyes traveled back to Lola."Cure to what?" they asked at the same time.

Skye perked up, her hazel eyes locking onto her friend hopefully. "Is it what I think it is?"

"If you guessed 'shopping spree' then you would be correct!" Lola said with a giggle, a wide grin splitting her face.

"Oh joy," Alister groaned, flopping onto his side on the sofa. "And they're going to drag us along, most likely. I'll pass."

"I don't mean to be a damper, but the stores are closed today because it's Christmas; I got lucky with my…delivery…because the mailman was kind enough to help me out," Raphael said quietly.

Lola shrugged. "Eh. We'll go tomorrow, Skye. In the meantime, let's toss out your Miley Cyrus clothes and the uglies in the closet; we need to get some space in that closet if we're going shopping!"

"What about your bags?" Alister called up to Lola when he noticed the duffel bags by the doorway.

"That is what you're for," she replied from somewhere upstairs.

"I am no one's lackey!" he protested, grabbing her bags nonetheless and carting them upstairs.


The Next Evening

The front door to the house opened and Skye and Lola came strolling in, holding a multitude of shopping bags on each arm and each of them giggling madly at some private joke.

"How was the trip?" Alister asked, looking up at the two of them. "You two were out for eight hours, so I have to wonder what you got."

"This isn't even half of it," said Skye with a laugh, beckoning someone behind her into the house.

Declan came into the hall, carrying a fairly high stack of boxes and bags in his arms. "Where do you want these?" he asked in gasps, struggling to hold up the pile of purchases in his arms.

"Upstairs is Skye's room would be perfect," said Lola imperiously.

"Where's Raphael?" asked Skye, suddenly realizing that the blond had not come to the door to investigate (and feeling oddly let down).

"He just now left to take Jasper out for a walk. Don't know when he'll be back," Alister said brusquely over his shoulder, helping Declan up the stairs; he had taken pity on Skye's brother and had decided to lend a hand.

Skye nodded, looking uncertain. "So where's Valon?" she asked, half wondering if he was going to avoid her too.

"Pulling pranks on the neighbors with Ember," Alister replied from where he was upstairs, yelping soon afterwards. "Damn it, Declan! Watch where you're putting the boxes!"

"Who's Ember?"

"This crazy girl that lives next door to us and plays pranks on people with Valon. She's loads of fun," said Skye, still glum about Raphael's disappearing act.

Lola dropped her bags on the floor and studied Skye, a hand on her hip. "You know what you need to do?"

"What?"

"Come in closer, because it's a secret," said Lola conspiratorially, her blue eyes glinting in mischief.

Skye sighed but complied, and Lola leaned in all the way next to her ear. "The thing you need to do is…" she began in a whisper.

"Is?" prompted Skye.

"GO CLUBBING!" screamed Lola into her ear, causing Skye to let out a startled scream and back away from her best friend.

"Who's clubbing?" Raphael asked as he came in through the front door with Jasper behind him.

"We are," said Skye brightly, having gotten over the shock and looking much happier; she had temporarily forgotten about Raphael and the awkwardness that had existed between them since the day before.

"You betcha we are," Lola declared, grabbing Skye's arm and zooming out of the hall with her. "Now let's go get ready!"

"Chiz, not again! You're going to yank my arm off!" Skye screamed as they disappeared from view. On the upper landing, however, they bumped into Alister and nearly knocked him over.

"What's the rush?" asked Alister grumpily,

"Lola's dragging me to a club—" began Skye, but Lola cut her off with a tutting noise.

"Hey. It's not just you who's going. Raphael and Alister are coming as well, maybe Valon if I can wrangle him into this."

"I never agreed to that!" Alister and Skye protested at the same time.

"Tough luck. We leave at nine. Be ready by eight forty-five, both of you. Let Raphael know, too, Red."

"It's only five thirty, though."

"Girls take more time to get ready to club, Alister," said Lola matter-of-factly. "Let's go, Skye."

"Sorry, Alister" Skye said, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "You guys don't have to—"

"We are," said Alister firmly. He'd resolved that, one way or another, Raphael and Skye would talk; he was getting annoyed with the way both of them seemed to be avoiding each other and if clubbing meant a chance to work everything out then he'd do it.

"I'll let Raphael know," he continued, going back down the stairs to inform Raphael. "Don't worry—we'll be ready."

"You better be, Red!" called Lola after him. "Or you'll regret it!"

"You don't scare me, little girl," Alister replied dryly.

"You wanna bet, Red?" challenged Lola, eyeing him threateningly.


"Typical girls. They said be ready by eight forty-five, and we're ready to go. But are they ready? No," Alister muttered, pacing the room. Alister was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt.

"It's not a big deal. Maybe they decided they didn't want to go after all," Raphael said. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and looked as if he desperately wanted to stay home.

Alister gave his friend a severe glare. "You're going, so don't weasel out of it."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Alister," said Raphael uncomfortably.

"Is that because Skye is going?"

Raphael winced. "Maybe it is."

"Right, and avoiding her is being so productive, isn't it?" he challenged.

"Okay, we're ready!" Lola called, walking down the stairs and cutting off the beginnings of Raphael's reply. She was wearing a short green cocktail dress with black pumps. Her hair had been straightened and fell to her waist in dark waves.

"We? It looks like it's just you," Alister said, smirking.

Lola blinked, turning around and confirming that she was alone."Skye! Get your butt down here!" she hollered up the stairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came the grumbled reply, and Skye came into view; her figure was obscured by Alister's black trench coat.

"Oh no you don't! You're not going in that! No coat!" Lola snapped, stomping over to her and in one swift motion yanking the trench coat off of Skye.

The other girl had elected to wear a knee length, one strapped sparkling silver dress; when she shifted in the light, her dress nearly went black. Her outfit was completed by a pair of strappy high heeled sandals.

"So? What do you two think?" Lola asked, doing a twirl in place while the other two men stared; Skye shifted uncomfortably, but Raphael was pointedly not looking at her.

"Oy!" Valon said, entering the house. "Me n' Ember are going off t'—"

He trailed off when his eyes landed on Skye and Lola. "Dang. You ladies look hot," Valon said bluntly. "Anyways, fellas, 'm off. Don' worry 'bout me!"

"We tend not to waste effort on that," muttered Alister, earning a parting scowl from Valon as he left the room.


Heres the Spanish Translation into English (direct translation) - "Well. Well," Skye replied, holding her hands up. "I do not mean the man's name bothers me, because he can understand his Spanish name. The blonde asked me to be his girlfriend and told her not to because you know who."

"I see. And you're still hurt? Poor thing."

What I was trying to say is this. "Fine. Fine."Skye replied, holding her hands up. "I don't want to mention the guy's name, for its easy to understand in spanish. Basically, the blonde dude asked me to be his girlfriend and I told him no because of you know who"

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