Jupiter: This is the next chapter! Hope you guys like it! LolaxAlister fluffiness. Edited by Kok. Check out her stories! =3 I do not own YuGiOh


"Valon, you're still on the computer?"

" Of course! 'm on Facebook!"

"You said that last time I asked. What have you been doing all day?" Skye asked. She glanced over the Australian's shoulder at the monitor and sighed. "Really? You're really playing that?"

"Wha'? 'S'nothin' wrong with tha'."

"What's he doing?" Alister asked, coming over to investigate.

"He's playing Farmville," Skye stated with a grimace. "The most addicting game on Facebook. It'll rot your brain, Valon."

"You mean he has one?" Alister flatly stated.

"'ey! I doso 'ave a brain!" Valon defended.

"Well, whatever. I'm going shopping at the mall."

"You? Shoppin'?" The teenager just laughed. "You're jokin'."

The redhead raised an eyebrow. "When have you ever known me to joke?"

"Th'n tha' proves it. You're gay!"

"Lola's dragging you over there, then?" Skye asked, stepping in between them before the argument could be allowed to continue.

"Yeah. She wants to get clothes or something like that."

"Have fun with that, Alister," Raphael stated, appearing from the kitchen with a knowing smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," muttered the other man under his breath as he went out into the front hall. Although he had left the room in a hurry, it had not been fast enough for them to miss the flustered expression on his face.


Lola and Alister

"So why did you buy all of this?" Alister asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"Easy," Lola stated, wiping pizza sauce off her face with a nearby napkin. "I needed new clothes"

"What's wrong with the ones you have?"

"It's time for a change in wardrobe. Besides, Skye is a bigger shopper than me; that girl will drag you to every single clothing store in existence."

"Still, you look good in the ones you have. I don't see why you have to change it all out when you're already pretty to begin with," he said with a dismissive wave. Almost immediately after he said it, though, his eyes widened and he shut his mouth with a snap. He had clearly not been planning on saying that out loud.

Lola looked startled at the compliment, turning a delicate shade of pink. "Um…thank you," she stuttered.


Back with Valon and Skye. . . .

"Get. Off. The. Computer!" Skye screamed, enunciating each word as she tried to yank the Australian off the computer. Currently, he was gripping to the table for dear life as Skye pulled on his legs; the attempt was going nowhere, though.

"Never!" he declared.

"You are obsessed," she retorted. "You need fresh air!"

"I'm home—what on earth are you doing, Skyler?" Raphael asked, walking through the front door and looking at the two younger people with confusion.

"He's been on the computer since you left and is still playing Farmville!" said his girlfriend desperately, appealing to the older man. "Help me! He won't budge!"

"Skye, you have much to learn when it comes to Valon," Raphael said, walking over to them with a chuckle.

He bent down and poked Valon in the side, watching in satisfaction as the boy let out a startled laugh and released the table; he fell flat on his face, while Skye was caught off guard and was propelled backward. Raphael caught her at the last second and she looked up at him with a smile.

"I will definitely have to remember that," she said.

"Not fair, Raph," came Valon's muffled voice from the carpet. "Tha's fightin' dirty."


Back with Lola and Alister

"So…how are things going on your end?" asked Alister, watching Lola study a blouse.

"Nothing much, really. Same old, same old. What about yourself? How are things with Skye, Valon, and Raphael?"

He shrugged carelessly. "Valon's pissing me off, I'm dealing with Raphael and Skye's romantic fluffiness, and Ember's trying to blow everyone up. Same old, same old."

"Must be fun living over there," she laughed. "It certainly sounds like it!"

"It can be at times," he said. He hesitated for a second before he continued. "Uh, Lola? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course silly," she smiled, setting the blouse on the rack once again and looking over at him. "What is it?"

"Well, we've known each other for a while and I was wondering if you would…maybe…go on a date with me?"

Lola stared at him. "A date?" she repeated in surprise.

"Well, yeah…kinda hoping it'll lead to something more, but for now we can start with a date," he explained, blushing. "So…will you?"

Lola eyed him for a long moment, remaining silent as she stared into his gray eyes. The redhead was looking back at her with a good deal of discomfort, though there was a hopeful light in his eyes. "At least you're honest," she said at last, laughing a little bit.

"So will you do the honors of going on a date with me?" he asked, inwardly cursing when his voice trembled.

"Sure," she said brightly.

Alister's eyes immediately brightened up and a happy light entered them; a genuine, real smile also appeared on his face seconds later.

"Are you smiling?" she asked with surprise, looking at the red haired biker.

"Obviously."

"Usually you just smirk…I've never really seen you smile."

"This occasion is an exception," he chuckled, raising an eyebrow in interest when his gaze landed on something nearby. "And there's one more thing I have to ask you," he said, pulling it off the rack and hiding it behind him

"What's that?" she replied, turning around to face him. Her eyes went to where he was discreetly hiding something behind him and she asked, "What's behind your back?"

"You're getting this," he announced as he pushed something into her hands.

She took it from her and held it out a short distance away to see what it was he had given her; a gasp escaped her when she saw what he had handed her. It was a purple, sequined spaghetti strapped dress; she was certain that it would come just above knee length on her.

She looked back at Alister, only to find him watching her intently for a reaction. "You're a pervert," she said flatly, smacking him upside the head.

"Seriously?" he nearly yelped, turning a delicate shade of pink.

Lola just walked away with a smirk, dress still in her hands. "Let's go check out."

"You're buying that?" he questioned, looking startled.

"You gave it to me, it's in my size, so yeah. Guess I am," she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Alister allowed her to walk to the register, shaking his head in weary amusement. Raphael was right. I was worried about nothing.


With the other bikers

"Hey, Skye," Raphael said, walking down the stairs. When he reached the bottom and turned into the family room, he saw his girlfriend sitting in his recliner upside down, watching the television. "Where's Valon and why are you watching the TV like that?"

"Shush! Spencer Reid is on TV," she hissed as she chucked a pillow at him from where she was, which he caught.

"What did you do to Valon?" he asked, looking at the over at the currently turned off computer.

"Does it matter?" she asked, sitting up normally.

"It does, actually, because—"

"'elp me!" called a panicked Australian-accented voice from outside.

Raphael looked at Skye, who now wore a deceptively innocent expression on her face, and then walked out into the front hall and stepped outside to see where the voice was coming from.

"Raph! Get me down from 'ere!" Valon screamed from somewhere above him.

He looked up and stifled a laugh. The teenager was once again rolled into the rug, a rope tied around the carpet. This time, though, there was an additional rope attached that hung him from the roof.

"Your girlfriend is loony!"

"Am not!" she defended, coming out to stand next to Raphael.

"Do I dare ask why you did that to him?" he inquired of his girlfriend.

"I was on'y playin' Farmville when she attacked me!" retorted Valon indignantly, struggling to get loose.

"I told him to go out for some fresh air, but when he didn't I got creative," she explained to Raphael with a grin.

The blond studied Valon for one more minute before he snorted in laughter. "I'm sorry, but I keep waiting for him to turn into a butterfly."

"Raph! Tha's not funny!"

"Yes it is!" the couple exclaimed in unison.


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