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Hola! So, I got a lot of requests for things to incorporate in this chapter (but some of the things I'll have to incorporate into next, because it won't all fit in this chapter), which is super awesome, because this story is for both the fans and myself- and seeing as how I'm pretty happy with how this is going, I now live to serve you! Well, not really….child labor is a terrible thing…So read, enjoi, and especially, REVIEW!

Chapter 11

The sun streamed in lightly through Ilana's window, and it fell upon the sleeping faces of two teenage Galalunians. The Corporal's eyelids fluttered, and he yawned lightly as he opened his eyes and found himself slumped against the wall with the Princess leaning against him. He smiled lightly, not fully awake yet. She looked exhausted- with the dried salty trails of the previous night's tears running down her cheeks and her hair all wild, Lance didn't really want to get her up- but she'd never forgive him if he let them be late. "Ilana", he whispered softly, gently shaking her. "Wake up. We have to get ready for school."

"Huh?" she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

She froze at the sight of Lance in her bed, virtually naked. She flushed a deep red, and Lance, suddenly realizing the situation, jumped up from her mattress.

"Gah", he said, cringing and rubbing his neck. A huge kink had formed. He had to stop falling asleep like that. Still beet red, he mumbled, "I'm gonna go get ready." With that, he hurried out of her room, leaving her wishing that she hadn't made him leave… and wondering why.

-o-o-o-

That day, school was fairly uneventful.

Amy had after-school practice for marching band from three to seven, so Lance had taken Ilana home. Octus, however, had stayed- he had planned a picnic for him and Kimmy, as Friday afternoons were one of the few times that their schedules didn't conflict.

Just as the marchers were taking the field, Kimmy showed up. "Hey", she said, and went to sit down on the small patch of grass that Newton had set up the picnic on. With a large red-and-white blanket and a basket with all of Kimmy's favorite foods in it, it was pretty adorable to the cheerleader. "Thanks for setting all of this up" she said with a smile as she gave him a small peck. "You are welcome. I have been looking forward to this all day long". Newton tried to add some excitement to his typical monotone, and it must have been just the response that Kimmy wanted. Her face glowed.

Three turned to four, and four turned to five, and five even turned to six and they were still talking and occasionally munching. About school, about band, about cheerleading. About friends- a lot about friends, actually. A whole lot of gossip about who was going to ask who to the Spring Dance, and even more gossip about what they were going to wear. It had gotten cold, and as Kimmy had come straight from cheerleading, she was dressed only in her skimpy uniform. Octus had seen it in movies before, so he took off his jacket and put it over her. He was able to materialize it from a hologram while Kimmy wasn't looking, and even managed to heat it with some electricity as if he actually had body heat himself. As Newton draped his jacket over her shoulders, she grinned widely, eyes sparkling. She pulled him into a kiss, and as they drew closer Octus felt a new sensation spark inside his programming. He wasn't sure what it was, but he thought that it was a new program from the upgrade the King had enclosed with his holo-message.

As the kiss grew longer, Octus' new program kicked into overdrive. Something made him enclose her in his arms, and for some reason his vision focused on how tight her torso area appeared in her uniform. He broke away from their kiss just long enough to whisper "I love you", and Kimmy firmly pressed her lips back down on his to tell him the feeling was mutual.

Just an alien robot and a high school cheerleader, kissing on a picnic blanket on a small patch of grass.

-o-o-o-

As the last note came to a close, the marchers all held their (extremely uncomfortable) poses until their drum major, Alexa Page, put down her hands. Then, unable to stand in their awkward positions any longer, they all collapsed on top of each other, laughing. Of course, they took care not to fall on the instruments- anything but the instruments. That was always Mr. Gerome's first rule- save the instruments.

Which was a considerable paranoia considering that the cheapest baritone saxophones are no less than $3,500, the case alone averaging $220.

The dog pile just grew as the mountain shook with laughter even harder. Abandoning their instruments, every member of the Wildcat Marching Band ran to jump onto the growing mass. "Hrmph, grrm fff", mumbled a disgruntled clarinetist. Octus recognized the voice, and determined that the grunt was supposed to be, "Hey, get off". Newton saw Amy at the very bottom of the pile, and chuckled as he started to walk over. Her heart rate was elevating- he could guess what was coming next.

With a muffled roar, the whole pile suddenly lifted up. The people on the top slid off towards the bottom, and the people on the bottom started rocking back and forth.

Naturally, Amy had lifted the growing pile of band members from the bottoms and slid them all off her shoulders. "Ah, that's better," she said as she picked up her clarinet. The groans around her turned into giggles, which quickly turned into laughter. Andre could be heard guffawing the loudest of all, and Amy laughed at him as she helped him and the others up.

"How the hell did you do that?!" Andre demanded, brushing himself off and glaring at her. A senior boy wasn't supposed to be thrown by a junior girl. Any girl, really.

"Awww, did I hurt wittle Andre?" Amy teased.

"Just his ego", joked Patrick, a sophomore drummer. Andre growled and punched Amy playfully in the arm.

"You just got lucky", he said, and Amy laughed even more. He ruffled her hair and she fixed his collar line, and they walked back to the band room.

Octus- or, rather, Newton- was waiting for Amy outside of the band room. "Hey, Newton", a couple of kids said. Since joining the music program, Newton had started being recognized as someone else instead of just "that bulky nerd". The fact that he was constantly around Amy didn't hurt, either, and some of the overexcited freshmen even gave the robot high-fives, stoked that an upperclassmen wasn't just ignoring them.

"…And then I said, 'that's not what you do with a pickle jar'!" Hearing Andre's voice, Newton turned, knowing Amy wouldn't be very far behind. The two trumpets had grown very close in the week they had known each other. Newton could see them walking up the steps to the band room.

Amy just stared at Andre with an exasperated expression. "You're hopeless", she told him, and he grinned even wider. She turned and saw Newton. "Hey", she said with a smile. "How was your picnic with Kimmy?"

"Very nice", he said. "I think she had a good time."

Amy seemed to contemplate this for a moment. "Good. I'll be ready to go in a sec. Just let me grab my stuff and say bye."

"Very well", said the robot, and waited for her outside. She came out shortly after, cheeks flushed and grinning broadly. The two started towards the car and drove home.

-o-o-o-

The ride home was fairly silent.

Octus could sense Amy's brainwaves. He knew she was contemplating whether or not she should ask him a question. "Yes?" he asked her. Amy sighed.

"Do you love her?"

Octus stiffened.

"My programs have adapte-"

"I know they have", Amy said softly. "I'm not asking whether or not you're capable. I think we both know that you are. I'm asking if you do."

Octus relaxed a little and seemed to think. Or process, or whatever. After a short silence, he said with almost tenderness, "Yes. I believe so."

Amy looked out the window, and her eyes became far away. A faint smile ghosted upon her lips. That was all she needed to hear.

-o-o-o-

It was Sunday afternoon, and the door burst open. Amy looked up to see a middle-aged woman with rather bulbous red hair and a bulging waist storm into the living room, demanding that Lance tell her where Mr. Lunis was.

Amy looked at Lance cautiously. Is she a security threat? She silently asked him, and he shook his head as if the only threat she posed was to his sanity. Which Amy would later find true.

The woman marched straight up to Amy. "So, YOU'RE the newest Lunis!"

"Yes", Amy replied calmly from her history homework. She had a feeling that today was about to get a lot more interesting.

"I'm Barb", said the middle-aged woman, smiling broadly and sticking out her hand. Amy shook it. "'Oh, we have so much to talk about!" Barb squealed. "There are so many stories going around-" she stopped when she saw Amy's combat boots. She frowned with distaste. "I see that you have your brother's sense of style. Oh, honey, we need to get you to the mall."

Amy cocked her head in confusion. "Mall?"

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Barb cried out in exasperation. She turned toward Mr. Lunis, who had appeared in the kitchen doorway. "What's up with your girls and the mall?! Come on, Amy. It's time for me to show you where we belong."

And with that Amy allowed Barb to drag her out the door and to the mall. Lance watched her worriedly, and Ilana with amusement. The young girl figured it'd be an adventure, and a chance to learn more about the Earth's culture. She could finish her homework when she got home.

Hey guys! Sorry this took so long. I was going to make it longer, but I'm about to pass out and I've still got stuff to do. So, next chapter will have a major event and some backstory. Sorry that there wasn't really any Lance this chapter. It was more about Octus and Kimmy. Octimmy? Koctus? Someone help me, I'm drowning…

LOL THE MALL. And what's up with Andre? Why was Amy grinning and blushing when she came out? I want YOU, the fans, to tell me: should I ship Amy and Andre? Should Lance get protective? Or turn out to like Andre? Or both? You decide!

So, in the course of writing this chapter, I wrote a one-shot called "Haircut". And, yes, Lance cuts his hair. Anyway, I had fun with it, so I'm going to offer up a contest: the first person to review this chapter gets to tell me what kind of one-shot to write. Give me the general plot, some characters, and what to do with it. I will do absolutely anything, and will try my best, but I have one condition and one condition only- I will not write about Amy in a one-shot suggested by a fan. Sorry, but I'm really super-over-protective of her. She's MINE, and YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! Sorry. No. Other than that, I will do absolutely anything. First request after this is published gets it. BUT YOU HAVE TO REVIEW, TOO! And it has to be a legit review. Legitness judged by moi. I'll PM you if you win.

So, may the fastest reviewer win!