Sorry, there is actually not a lot of drama in this chapter. Every chapter is supposed to have a bit of drama, like a breakup or a big move-along in the plotline, but I've been sick. I'm better now, but I wrote this one day when I was in bed and tired and this was all I could come up with. It's Party Day, and soon the tension will really start to kick in. So stay tuned! School starts agains soon so I will have to devote time to that. But don't worry; I'll update fast; you won't have to wait.

Okay, next bit of news. And unfortunately, folks, it's bad news. SOPA, The Stop Online Piracy Act, is trying to take down! And other fanfiction sites as well! We can't lose our beloved fanfiction! We need to hold onto it! I'll be giving you more information when I get some; unfortunately, the website I was given to sign the Save the Website Petition was wrong, since I cannot find the actual petition. So, I'll update you guys! We need to save !

Okay, so on that happy note. I'll just reply to comments and we'll get into this chapter. I'll be posting the next one TODAY ITSELF.

REPLY TO REVIEWS:

AdrianaScalese: Thx: Ariel is my favorite Disney princess too. Well—I can't sing, but I just love her rebelliousness and how her hair is red. Red hair is so cool!

Tulipgirl: Gurrrrrrrl, who DOESN'T know what Dramione is? I like Dramione too! Dani Spark is NOT a Disney character. She is my own character, based loosely off my cousin.

GRYFFINDORGAL: Yes. Dramione! I read some Dramione too. My friends and cousin have recently recommended some really good ones. So I've been reading it; and loving it!

DramioneAddict: I actually included your line: "the best thing thought up from mankind," in this chapter. I liked that! Flynn's crush, Dani Spark, is my own character, and not in Disney or in anything else.

CrystalThiefFan: Thanks, thanks, thanks, hon! Sure, as long as Dani Spark is alive, the Dramione fire will continue to shine in this fanfic; for realistic and coolness purposes. Lol.

PillowHug: (Your pen name is toooo cute). Thank you!

Me: Yeah, Dramione makes it realistic. And awesome! I like reading Dramione. Yes, there is, in fact, a fanfiction like that! It's about Hermione getting cancer and Draco….well…go read it! Right now, go! It's called 11 Things. Thank you; glad I'm your favorite; thanks for making my day. –wiping a tear from my eye.—

SweetStuff: OMG, girl! You are like everywhere! And sooo sweet. Of COURSE I know what Dramione is! Practically everyone babbles about it everywhere! Thanks for the support!

ScoobyDoo: Never heard of it? Well, it's a crossover between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger from the book/movie Harry Potter.

Gods Warrior Pri: She IS. I was reading over my chapter, proofreading, and I had a feeling I made Lady Tremaine tooo annoying to be REAL! And poor Cindy. That's why I had Peter help and stand up for her.

Marieeeeeee: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! THANK YOU! You left an AMAZING comment. Luv u x10! Yes, exactly. Hashtag drama. My exact thoughts. Yes, the plot is soon arising.

Like silver smoke in the night. (God, that was corny. I'm sorry.)

ReginaGeorge: Mean Girls fan much? I love that movie! And especially our spiteful, evil, witchy queen bee Regina George! I am updating! And your review was just the kick in the….butt…I needed to update this new chapter.

NotStupid: Thanks! That's what I thought, too.

ALL RIGHTS GO TO DISNEY! I OWN NOTHING BUT THE CHARACTER DANI SPARK!

My thoughts on Party Day: shopping, shopping, shopping, and shopping.

Oh, and looking hot. Can't forget that.

-Andrina

"How do I look?" demanded Alana, ducking out of the cubicle at the Paris Styles, one of the hottest teen dress stores in New York.

Andrina made a face. " Eeeew, Alana, black is so not your color!"
Alana stuck out her lower lip. "I thought I looked cute. It looked that way in the mirror."
"That's one cracked mirror," howled Attina.

"Why don't we all just shop at Macy's?" Andrina asked sarcastically. "Go try on a new dress! One that's more your color."
One thing Andrina knew, it was signature color. She knew they all had signature colors they had made up in middle school; the colors that complimented them perfectly and just never went wrong on them.

The girls were skipping school just to go shopping for the hawtest outfits from Paris Styles. Andrina was glad Triton was in Rome. Just the opportunity for a par-tay!

Alana smoothed her black hair back. "Should I go with purple?"
"Is Paris Styles the hottest store here? Hell, yes!" screamed Aquata, laughing.
Alana grinned and disappeared behind the curtain.

Arista appeared, wearing a curve-hugging supershort scarlet minidress. There was practically no top, just a sort of band across her boobs. Andrina cocked her head. "Mmmm."
Arista raised her pale eyebrows. "What?"
Andrina shrugged and waved her ringed fingers. "Nah, nothing. I mean—"

Attina bit her lip and looked at Andrina, who twirled her silver radio ring around her fingers.

"Girl, spit it out!" Arista snapped.

"Your stomach," Andrina managed. "It's not really flat anymore, is it?"
Arista's face fell. Out of the corner of her eye, Andrina saw Ariel's mouth widen into an O shape. Why the hell was everyone acting so weird? She was correcting Arista.

Arista placed her hands protectively over her tummy.

"Some exercise? Salad for lunch?" Andrina threw out some more suggestions. Arista began to gnaw on her lip. Her eyes were getting huge and wet. Oh God.

Ariel stood up. "Enough, Andrina!" she snapped. "God, you're such a perfectionist. I think Arista looks gorgeous."
"No," Arista said, and her voice cracked. "I'm gonna go return the dress. And I'm not coming to the party."
Andrina raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Don't be such a drama queen, Arista."
Arista balled up her hands. "No, I'm not. I have my reasons."
Adella crossed her arms. "Let's hear them, then!"
"Shut up!" yelled Ariel. "OMG, you guys are so stupid! Leave Arista alone! She has her reasons, okay? Just trust me! Now stop nagging her about her stomach and buy some dresses! And for heavens' sake, Adella, don't just stand there in your frickin' bra and try and twirl your hair! It's not cool!"
Adella blinked.

Alana emerged from the curtains. "How's this dress?"
It was a tiny purple thing with lace at the top.

All the Triton girls were staring at a teary-eyed Arista and a furious Ariel. Andrina was angry. How dare Ariel try and ruin this shopping expedition at Paris Styles? How dare she even make a scene? How dare she try and ruin the pre-party mood she was trying to create in the sisters?

"Guys? My dress?" Alana prompted.

"Great," said Attina.

"Awesome," murmured Aquata.

"Genius," replied Adella.

"It's perfect," said Andrina, still glaring at Ariel.

Ariel snatched Arista's arm. "Come on, Arista," she said.

"Ariel!" called Alana. "You still haven't bought a dress!"

"Buy one for me!" Ariel said snarkily over her shoulder. She pulled out a stack of credit cards bound together with rubber bands and threw it to Alana.
"It'll be a good one," Alana grinned at Ariel's back and turned to the other girls. "After all, she's got a very sexy friend coming."
Andrina crossed her arms over her chest. "Puh-lease. Ariel? Snag a boy? Like, seriously? What's his name?"
Alana turned around to the curtains to take off her dress. "Jim."

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I was invited to a party. It was surprising, but I didn't even know if I could go. After all, for my dad, it's illegal for me to have fun.

-Wendy

"Anything special you have in mind?" Wendy's best friend, Dani Spark, asked, scrolling down her iPhone, reading a Dramione fanfiction.

Wendy shrugged. "Just a simple dress. After all, I was given an invite in the school parking lot yesterday."
Dani shrugged. "Same."
Wendy held out a one strap light blue dress. "Is it good?"
"Gorgeous," Dani replied, standing up, wearing a glittery tube dress. "It's not superfancy, it's just a high school party. We're good to go, Wendy."
As Dani and Wendy started downstairs, John blocked the way.
"Er," he said, looking at the two girls. "Wendy, if I may ask, where are you going?"
Wendy ran a hand through her light brown hair. "Party."
John raised his eyebrows. "What a surprise. Usually you're such a homebody."
Dani giggled.

"Not helping," Wendy snapped.

"Sorry," Dani apologized. She looked at John. "It's not for very long. I promise. I'll bring her home before her curfew. What's her curfew?"
"Wendy's curfew is 10," said John importantly. "But she hasn't even asked Father yet. I'd expect he'd be mad."
"Where is he?" Dani wanted to know.

"Out," John said mysteriously. "At a meeting."
Wendy bit her lip. She had to choose. To her father, meetings were nothing more than talking with friends at a bar and drinking till he came home staggering. She wanted to attend the party. Just let loose for one night and not be Michael and John's mother. And the other part of her wanted to stay home and protect her brothers from her father.

"Oh," said Dani, bored. "A meeting. So he'll be home soon?"
"I'd expect so," John said, still watching Wendy.

Dani removed her phone and started reading Dramione again.

"Dani, stop reading that stuff for just a second and help me think!" Wendy hissed. "What do you find in that anyway? Is it honestly even that good?"
Dani raised her eyebrows. "Dramione is the best thing thought up from mankind! It's amazing! There are great stories here, and you'd never know them till you tried!"
Wendy made a face.

Dani slipped the phone into her purse. "I'm begging you, try once! You'll love, I swear!"
"This Tom Felton obsession of yours, I swear," said Wendy, running her hands through her hair and staring at a befuddled John.

"Ah, Harry Potter!" John exclaimed. "Favorite books of mine, I must say! And Rita Skeeter's amazing journalistic skills continue to impress me. Even though she is usually against our main protagonists."
"John, please." Wendy shook her head. John would turn the merest conversation-starter into a full-out literary discussion.

"Tom Felton is soooo cute, though," Dani Spark said, giggling. "He can sing. Did you know that? Did I show you the vid—"

"Spare me, Dani," said Wendy. "And, yes, you did. God, the one about the planes? With the lady in the waiting room?"

"It's not about a plane," said Dani strictly. "And yes. So I did show you."

"It's amazing," said Wendy dryly.

"Don't make fun of it ," said Dani, just as dryly.

"Of course," Wendy said through her teeth. "There was no reason to—except the fact that he sucked."
"What?!" Dani gasped.

"God," said Wendy, her eyes traveling to the ceiling.

She looked at John. She remembered her dad's rages from two nights ago. What if someone got hurt this time?

"Come on, Wendy," said Dani. "Nobody wants to be cooped up in here forever."

Wendy looked at her for a long time.

"Fine," she finally said, drawing out a breath. "Give me one second. Start your car."
Wendy walked John up the stairs and to his room. "Promise me if you hear the door opening you'll come check who it is; me or Daddy, and if its Daddy, take care that nothing happens to either you or Michael."
John understood the hidden meaning behind Wendy's words. "You mean Father's not at a meeting? He's out…drinking?"
Wendy grimaced. "Please, John, don't mention it in front of him, okay? Lock your doors."
"What if he gets crazy?" John had begun to wheeze.

"If I'm not home and he's getting too crazy, things are out of hand, call me." Said Wendy bravely. "I'll come home."
John nodded his consent. "Remember to come home before 10, Wendy."
Just before she left for the party, Wendy cursied. "Yes, sir."

In the next chapter, I'm plotting for the real tension and drama and plot to begin!

So stay TUNED!