Jupiter: So since no one knew the answer to the "disease" in the previous chapter, Terma Temeculitis is from the TeenNick television show...Drake and Josh (which I do not own!)

So, here's the next chapter. This is LolaxAlister fluffiness! I am so grateful to have Kok as my Beta! She is flipping AMAZING! =3 I do not own Yu-gi-oh (if I did, Raphael wold be my boyfriend)

Raphael: Um-

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"Raphael," Skyler began, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet happily.

I know that tone. She wants something. "Yes Skyler?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. It had been his turn to do dishes and at the moment he was elbow high in soap suds, so he kept his hands in the sink.

"You love me, right?" she asked innocently, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Understatement of the year. What do you want?" he asked, taking his hands out of the water and drying them on the nearest towel.

"I'm hurt, Raphael. What makes you think I want something?" she asked in feigned outrage, placing a hand over her heart.

"Because you only use that voice when there's something you want," he said knowledgeably as he walked to the kitchen table, sitting down in the nearest chair.

Sighing, Skyler bounded over and sat herself down on his lap. "Am I that predictable?"

"In a word, yes. What's up?"

"…So you remember when Lola snuck into the house and scared me?"

"Kind of hard to forget, actually. Does what you're about to tell me have to do with that?"

"Yep," she said, smiling. "She told me that Alister asked her out on a date—"

"It's about time," Raphael stated.

"I know! That's exactly what I said!" replied Skye. "Anyways, she asked me if you and I could go with them, to make it a double date. I kinda want to go—I'm sure Alister could use the company, since he's new to the whole dating thing," she concluded. "So what do you say?"

"I don't think—"

"Please?" pleaded Skye, her face melting into a perfected puppy pout.

Crap. "That look doesn't work on my anymore, Skye," he said, trying to look away. When he looked back, though, it was to find that her expression had intensified. "Fine. You win," he sighed.

The puppy pout melted off her face and she leapt off his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Raphael!" she exclaimed, bolting out of the house in excitement to most likely go to Lola's.

He watched her go with amusement before walking back over to the sink to do the dishes again. "Crazy girl."

"And she's all yours," Alister said, walking down the stairs. "So what did she ask? I heard the puppy-dog voice."

Raphael ran a hand through his short blond hair, suddenly realizing he had to give an explanation. "Mind doing a double date tonight?" he asked. "Skye wanted to come along with you guys."

"You're kidding. That's what she asked you?" he said, looking at his older friend in disbelief.

"Where were you two going to go anyway?" asked Raphael curiously.

"Dinner, bowling and then end the night with a movie," he said, sitting down. Sensing her second favorite master sitting down, Misha padded into the kitchen and leapt onto Alister's lap. "Lola asked her to go, didn't she?" he continued, the realization dawning on his face.

"Yeah," admitted Raphael. "Something about an awkward situation…?"

"How is what I planned awkward?" Alister retorted.

"I don't think Lola meant it as an insult—I just she doesn't know what to expect from you," he offered calmly. "Next time she'll probably go alone with you, but tonight she's just seeing how it goes."

Alister pondered over this and then sighed. "I'll take your word for it," he said.

"I think Lola's main concern is the dinner part. Normally you aren't that talkative, which means she'd have to offer the topics. Then there's the fact you usually give one word answers to everything."

The redhead gained a contemplative look. "I guess you have a point," he said at last. "So where's Valon?" Alister asked, scanning the room for the bushy haired Australian.

"He's over at Embers. Something about working on an experiment."

"Well, as long as he doesn't blow anything expensive up, I don't care."


With the Girls

"Raphael said he'd take me with you guys," I said, plopping myself down onto Lola's bed, (which was a Tempurpedic bed. Sooo comfortable) and reaching for a Seventeen magazine that was on it.

"Sweet!" she exclaimed, running into her closet to pick her outfit out; she'd already gotten her hair done when I arrived, pulling it up into a messy up-do that still managed to look as if she'd gotten it professionally done.

"You know Alister was not entirely happy about that, though."

"I know," replied Lola from somewhere inside the closet. "He doesn't have the greatest social skills. I'm just figuring out how to interact with him, that's all."

I heard her rummaging around. "Deciding on an outfit?" I asked.

"Actually, I already have it. I'm just trying to accessorize," she called.

"That's new. You already have something planned? Normally it takes you hours to pick an outfit out," I said, surprised.

"Yeah, well, this time I had help," she said as she stepped out of the closet. I looked up from the magazine and I can honestly say that I had a shocked expression plastered onto my face when I saw what she was wearing.

It was a purple, sequined spaghetti strapped dress; Lola had complimented the outfit with a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals and golden wrist bands. "Ta da! I still have to put make up on and paint my nails, but beyond that you're looking at my date night outfit."

"When did you pick this out?" I asked her, feeling impressed.

"I merely accessorized, chica. Alister's the one who picked the dress."

"Dang," I whistled. "Alister has taste after all. Are we sure he's not gay?" I continued with a snicker.

"Ha ha, very funny," she retorted sarcastically. "Go back home and get ready, silly. No way I'm being seen with you when you're wearing that."

"Fine, fine," I replied, reluctantly getting off Lola's bed—her bed is so comfortable!


"What time is it?" Alister asked, pacing the room

"Since the last time you asked me," Raphael started, looking at his watch, "It's been fifty seconds. She'll be here soon."

"She better—!"

"I'm here, I'm here. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Both male bikers looked to the stairs, where Skye was descending them with a bounce to her step.

She was wearing a blue tank top over a long sleeved shirt; the design gave the long sleeves a spider-webbed appearance, a part of the sleeve's cuff coming over her middle finger to keep the shirt in place. It also exposed her shoulders beneath the blue tank top she was wearing. Skye had added to the look by giving herself skinny jeans and black calf-high boots.

Raphael's mouth dropped open. "If that's the reason you were taking so long, then I don't mind it."

"Thanks," she said, turning pink as she took her phone out of her pocket. "Lola's here," she continued. "She just texted me."

Skye opened the door and allowed her best friend in the house; Alister looked her over with barely noticeable approval (though his mouth had dropped open when he had first seen her, but this look had very quickly passed) and he stopped pacing the room.

"So are we ready to go?" asked Lola, putting a hand on her hip. The other three exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. In a few minutes they were all out the door—although Alister accidentally tripped Lola as she tried to get into Skye's car.


At the movie theater

"What movie is this?" Alister asked, sitting next to Lola in the theater.

"Skye picked it out. With her, it could be anything," the girl replied with a shrug.

"Better not be a chick flick. I don't think I could sit through one of those," he muttered.

"I like those," said Lola defensively.

"Name one decent chick flick that doesn't involve the fluffy power of friendship or sappy romance."

Before Lola could retort Skye returned, leaping lightly over the back of the seat and landing between Raphael and Lola's other side; because of Raphael's inability to squeeze into the middle of the aisle he was seated at the end. "Nope. No worries, Alister—this isn't a chick flick."

Lola eyed her friend uncertainly. "I'm not sure I like that look on your face, Skye. What movie is this? You wouldn't even let us look at the tickets."

"Oh nothing much. Just the showing for both Paranormals."

Lola stared, her face paling. "Skye, you mean to tell us that we're watching horror flicks?"

"Yup. I haven't seen these, but I heard they were fairly good. Lucky thing these theater's showing it again, right?"

"Your definition of 'lucky' needs serious reevaluating," Lola deadpanned.

Raphael raised an eyebrow, waiting until the girl had engaged in a heated discussion with Alister about the benefits of chick flicks before looking to Skye. "You had to have known Lola doesn't like these kind of movies. Why pick them for a date?"

"Duh. Because Lola latches onto the nearest person whenever she has to watch these things—why do you think I put an empty seat between us and them?" she replied in a low voice, making sure Lola wasn't looking at them or listening. "If Alister missed out on cuddling with her earlier, he's going to get plenty of snuggling time now."


After the movie and back at their home (Skye's POV)

"Did you enjoy the snuggle time with Alister?" I asked teasingly, watching Lola burrow under the covers of the inflatable mattress. Rather than take her home, we'd decided to let her stay at our home after we got back; horror movies scare Lola badly, so I decided to take pity on her and let her stay over.

She gave me a tired grin. "Laugh it up, chica," she retorted half-heartedly. "You're just lucky I don't kill you for the horror movies."

"But admit it. You had fun tonight, didn't you?" I asked her. "Even Alister looked happier than normal."

She blushed. "Let's put it this way: I don't need double dates in the future. Night!"


1:00 am (Alister's POV)

I turned off the television and leaned back into the sofa, stifling a yawn as I leaned into the cushions. It had been a long but fun evening, I decided. Lola had seemed to have a good time when we'd been at dinner and while we were been bowling, although she had latched onto me when we watched those movies (and personally, I hadn't minded that part a bit).

I waited until my eyes had adjusted to the darkness before I rose to my feet and padded through the room. Just as I reached the stairs though I bumped into someone that had been coming down them. I thought it was Skye at first but whoever it was was smaller than her, and a bit smaller than Valon.

"Alister?"

That wasn't Skye's voice.

"Lola? I thought you were asleep," I said, reaching for a nearby standing lamp and flicking the switch.

The Hispanic girl was wearing gray gym shorts and a simple yellow cami; she had been fiddling with a part of her hair when I turned the light on and she looked incredibly unhappy and nervous.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, watching her for a moment.

She looked up at me and then to my great surprise she nearly tackled me, hugging me around my waist tightly. "There's a lot of weird noises and I keep thinking about the movies from earlier. Can I please stay up with you?"

I looked down at her, feeling slightly startled before I felt my eyes soften. "I guess so," I began, but I stopped and let out a startled gasp when she slumped bonelessly against me.

I tried to move away from her so I could make sure she was okay, but then her grip tightened and I heard a contented sigh escape her. I realized then what had happened: she'd fallen back to sleep. She must not have been entirely awake when she'd come downstairs.

I debated for a moment before carefully scooping her into my arms and moving back into the living room, making a beeline for Raphael's recliner; I'm going to have to thank him for splurging on that big chair, since it could fit two people on it. As I head for the chair Lola snuggled against me and in spite of myself I smile.

Gee, what a shame. It looks like Lola won't let go of me. I guess this means I have to stay down here tonight and let Lola hang on to me because waking her up is rude and she was scared to begin with.

…I think I can handle that.


Next morning (Normal POV)

"Lola, are you down here?" Skye called softly as she came downstairs, looking for her best friend. She frowned when she noticed that a lamp was still on and she sighed—of course Valon wouldn't turn the lights off before he went to bed.

She flicked the switch off and continued on her way, stifling a yawn as she turned the corner into the living room. She went about halfway through the room before something caught the corner of her eye and she directed her attention to the object; when she saw what it was a smile split her features.

Alister and Lola were fast asleep in Raphael's recliner chair; there was a blanket on them, but it primarily covered Lola and only barely went over Alister. Her best friend was snuggled comfortably against the redhead's side, one of her arms draped loosely over his waist.

She watched this small scene for a moment longer before her smile turned into a smirk and she tiptoed to the table where her computer rested—her camera was right next to it. Skye had to be careful, as Alister tended to be a light sleeper and the slightest sound woke him up.

She was willing to take the chance on waking him up. Blackmail opportunities for Alister were so rare, she had to take the chance. "Got you," she breathed, turning her camera on (and thanking God she had disabled the sound on it).

"What are you doing?" a voice inquired sleepily but quietly from behind her.

She jumped and whirled around, recognizing Raphael (once again thanking God that Alister hadn't even twitched when the blond had spoken). "Geez! Don't do that!" she whispered softly but fiercely. "You're worse than Alister sometimes when you sneak up on people."

The older man glanced to his chair, spotted Lola and Alister, looked to the camera in Skye's hand, and then he gave her a small smile. "Take it. I'm sure Alister would do anything to get a hold of that picture."


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