It rained the next day. It had started around 9 in the morning, as a slight drizzle, but by the time school was over, it was a full on shower. It didn't show any signs of lightening up soon, and thunder and lightning were beginning to sound and appear when a soaking wet Jack swung the front door open.

Jack groaned and pulled off his hoodie, revealing the white T-shirt he had underneath. "It was all sunny yesterday! What happened?"

"Looks like spring showers are finally beginning to show themselves," Zander responded, coming in behind Jack. "Which is good, because I can't stand having the cold weather for too long. No offense, by the way."

"Winter isn't very fun when there's no snow to bury yourself in," Spencer added.

Jack glared at the twins, noticing that they were both holding umbrellas. "Your consideration to cease bringing that up warms my heart greatly. Also, I would've liked it if one of you shared your umbrella with me."

"These umbrellas aren't big enough to share. You would've gotten soaked anyway," Zander replied loftily, closing his umbrella and setting it in the umbrella stand.

While Spencer did the same, he said, "And I didn't have any more. Sorry."

"How did you guys know it would rain today anyway?"

"Dear god, I hope that you've heard of weather reports," Zander deadpanned.

"Who in the world watches weather reports nowadays?!"

"When the hell did I say anything about television? You can just check the weather on your phone."

"Besides, Mom makes me carry around two umbrellas in my backpack everyday, no matter how likely it'll rain," Spencer interjected.

"That damn spring spirit just likes to make things difficult," Jack muttered. "Everyone only notices her reputation for making flowers bloom, but they don't bother with the fact that she's also the cause for springtime rain..."

"Should we tell him that snow is basically frozen rain?" Spencer murmured to his brother.

"Nah, let the bad blood boil," Zander smirked.

Jack turned around. "What was that?"

"Nothing. So you said you needed help setting up a Facebook account, right?"

"Yeah. For the record, let me clarify something and say that I only want one because Anton told me about how I can join these things called Facebook groups and keep myself updated with my classes and stuff. So, can you help?"

"Sure. But you should be able to make an account yourself," Spencer replied.

"It took me like two whole weeks to figure out all the gizmos on my phone," Jack argued. "Don't you think it's better if I get someone else to do this for me?"

"Before I say yes, can I comment that I can't believe you just used the word 'gizmos'?" Zander flatlined.

"Just help me get used to the Internet, Anderson."

"I still can't believe I had to set up an email for you when you should really have one by now," Zander muttered, as a wondrous Jack explored his new Facebook account. "And stop acting like that thing's a gift sent from heaven."

"Oh, you mean it's not?" It was unclear if Jack was being legitimate or sarcastic.

"It's a social media site created by Mark Zuckerberg, and unless he turns out to be God in disguise, I don't see how it could be."

"But... But... This thing is unbelievable! Like it can actually find people I know and want to send a friend request to! How does Facebook do that?"

Zander turned to Spencer. "Ancient people never cease to amaze me with their level of ignorance concerning technology."

"You can't really blame him. He may seem caught up with the modern times, but he can never fully move on from the way things were during the colonial era," Spencer pointed out.

"Oh hey, Hazel has an account! I'll friend her," Jack voiced to himself, clicking the friend request button, oblivious to the Anderson twins' commentary and forgetting the entire reason why he wanted an account in the first place.

"I swear, the next time I log on to Facebook, I better not see a ton of pointless statuses from him at the top of my news feed, or else I'm gonna regret doing this favor for him," Zander announced.

Jack spun around, having heard that, and glared. "I'm not going to do that, you should have more faith in me." He paused. "But seriously, what should and shouldn't I post as a status?"

"I don't know, it depends on you." Spencer shrugged. "Just don't post anything too personal, I guess."

"So I can type that Anton had a one night stand with Bo Robinson?" Jack asked, sounding a little too hopeful for anyone else's liking.

"Do not," Zander replied firmly. "Sure, you can, but are you willing to deal with the uproar that follows? I saw you send him a friend request a few minutes ago, and assuming he accepts quickly, he's going to see that in his news feed. And if he doesn't accept for a few days, then word is just gonna get to him sooner or later."

"That guy may be very level-headed and patient, but I have a feeling seeing him angry will be quite a sight," Spencer smiled tentatively.

"'Quite a sight'? That's a really relative term, so let me ask you, on a scale of Spencer to Cody, to what extent is 'quite a sight'?" Jack inquired.

"Past Cody," Zander answered for his brother. "So yeah, pretty scary."

Jack bit his lip skeptically. "You sure about that? You're telling me the dude who threatened to slap my ethnicity out of me just for accusing his hair to be dyed is worse than the dude who beat up the Nightmare King with nothing but a stick."

"...Okay, so maybe not past past Cody," Spencer sighed. "Just...able to be compared to him. Don't underestimate Anton's temper, I have a hunch you'll regret it if you do. There's a reason why people say the nicer the person is, the scarier they are when they're pushed to their limits."

"Yeah? And what about you? You're even nicer than Anton, and I've never seen you flip out to the point of intimidation," Zander questioned impassively.

"I'm an exception!" Spencer spoke quickly. "Besides, are you saying you want me to be able to get extremely angry?"

"Not to me, no. But maybe to people who pick on us."

"Does that include Samson?" Jack intervened. "Because he hasn't really bothered any of us in a while. I wonder what made him stop."

"Does it matter?" Zander retorted. "He hasn't bugged us, and hopefully it'll stay this way. I'm not just gonna go up to him and ask him what's up."

"Hey, I wasn't complaining. I'm not willing to punch him in the face again, because I'm just plain exhausted with him."

Mrs. Bennett suddenly entered the room, holding the phone. "Jack, can you go to the mall to do me a favor? I purchased a toaster at Macy's, and I was going to pick it up this afternoon, but then it began raining."

"And... If you don't feel like going out, then why do I have to be your sub?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"You're still young and less likely to not break your spine when you end up slipping on a mud puddle."

"I'm 300 years old. I mean, my math grade is terrible, but I'm pretty sure that's older than the rest of you combined."

Mrs. Bennett blinked, then spoke in an eerily calm voice, "You are going there for me to pick up my new toaster, or I'm going to make sure toast isn't the only thing going to burn by next morning."

Jack was taken aback. "Wha—"

"Go. Now."

"Yes, ma'am!" Jack squeaked, suddenly feeling afraid. He decided to change the scale from 'Spencer to Cody' to 'Spencer to Mrs. Jane Bennett'—burning was definitely not the type of fate a winter spirit would want to stumble upon.

He quickly got out of his sitting position on the bed and was walking past her and out the bedroom door when she added, "Oh, and put on the raincoat that's lying on the couch. By the way, don't leave your wet hoodie on the floor like you did. I don't appreciate having to pick up after you."

Jack only begrudgingly obeyed, while cursing everyone he found at fault—Mrs. Bennett for becoming harsher on him since the confession he made to her, Zander and Spencer for looking amused when she forced him to go outside into the pouring rain, and himself for being a hazard around rusty toasters.

"Jo told me you weren't with her at lunch yesterday," Bo abruptly announced, looking up from her romance novel. "Where were you?"

Leaning against one of the arms of the couch, Flo peered up from her phone, her eyebrows raised. "In the bathroom."

"For the entire lunch period?"

"I was shitting," Flo lied, going back to playing Candy Crush. "My stomach just began churning and I had to go emit all that waste through my butthole."

Bo looked disgusted. "Ugh, do you really have to phrase it like that?"

"You were the one who asked in the first place," an unimpressed Flo voiced. "And what's wrong with me phrasing it like that? It's just a natural cycle of the human body."

"You just make it sound utterly gross," Bo scoffed, staring down at the page her book was flipped to. She really wasn't buying Flo's dissatisfying explanation on why she was absent during lunch. "But really, why weren't you there?"

Flo sighed in exasperation. "What, is feeling the need to go to the bathroom not a good enough excuse for you?"

"You just sound like you're not telling me the truth. You're my triplet, so obviously I can tell when you're being truthful and when you're trying to lie. And my gut tells me you're lying right now."

"Okay," Flo snapped, sitting up. "So what if I am? Why do you need to know where I am 24/7?"

"Whoa, calm down." Bo was a little offended by her sister's testy attitude towards her. "As triplets, it's only right if I'm curious of your whereabouts."

"You're not just 'curious,' you're flat out nosy when it comes to my daily life," Flo said irritably, blowing a couple of loose strands of her hair from her face. "Just because we're two of a set of three doesn't mean you can go around sticking your ass in my business. Have you ever thought that I might want to keep some things to myself?"

"You really should cut that tone of yours." Bo narrowed her eyes. "But knowing you, you won't listen. You never listen to what I tell you to do."

"Or maybe I try to, but you're just too bossy to be grateful of the times when I do listen," Flo vented. "Besides, you don't exactly hear me out either."

"I see no point in listening to a reckless fool who is clearly inexperienced with life and how unfair it is," Bo scoffed, going back to her book. "As the oldest sister, I find myself having the job of making sure that the two of you, especially you, don't start up any antics."

"That's Mom and Dad's job, not yours!"

"Then what is my job, going around and starting fights like you?"

"We wouldn't be fighting right now if you were a better sister than this!" Voices were beginning to raise. "In fact, I'd rather have you not in my life at all!"

Jo appeared, coming in from the kitchen. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing, just the middle child getting all restless again. Her syndrome is really affecting her," Bo responded coldly, still not looking up from her book.

Jo looked at Flo nervously. "Flo, maybe you should go to your room and think things over for a bit."

Holding back her sharp tongue, Flo looked at Jo. She didn't want to snap at her like she often did to Bo, because Jo was actually very sweet as the youngest triplet and did her best to keep the peace in the household. Flo honestly felt a little sorry for her, because preventing a fight from breaking out was a rather difficult task, even with the help of their parents. But Bo filled her with utter fury, what with the superior attitude she possessed over the two of them. Never one to rebel, Jo involuntarily followed Bo's directions, no matter how much she would normally disapprove of them, though Flo was trying hard to help her to get rid of that habit.

"She thinks her private life is too good for her own sisters to know about," Bo was saying rather flippantly.

"When the fuck did I ever say that was true?" Flo exclaimed.

Jo winced, then held up her hands, as if to attempt to calm the livid girl down. "I highly suggest you calm yourself down, there's no need to swear..."

Bo ignored Jo, but Flo's F-bomb had prompted her to finally raise her head from that cursed novel. "You certainly are implying it."

"Just because I keep a part of me to myself doesn't mean I think I'm too good for you!" Well, I do, but only because you're an insensitive bitch. "Besides, don't you have your own secrets?"

"As if," Bo dismissed without hesitation.

"Even that one night stand with the strange boy during junior year?!"

Bo's eyes widened, her calm demeanor instantly vanishing. She jumped out of her armchair. "How do you even know about that?!"

"I read your diary!" Flo shouted back, feeling no shame. "I figured that you were going to nose around for the rest of my life, so I should do it back to you! And hey, you say you harbor no secrets, so tell me, who is this boy who you failed to name?"

"That's none of your concern!"

"Why isn't it? We're triplets! We keep no privacy from each other!" Flo retorted bitterly. "So why bother even thinking that we live our own individual, separate lives?"

Bo was quiet, then asked placidly, "Does it happen to be that time of the month right now?"

"Considering that's not something I've exactly told you, no!" Flo wasn't about to stop. "If it were, wouldn't you have known by now?" She knew she was coming off bratty right now, but she couldn't care less. Every once in a while, she and Bo would have arguments similar to this one, because the annoyance she felt for her older sister would pile up until it exploded all together, just like a volcano filled with magma.

"Do I really need to go to Mom and Dad and have them fix your obvious, emotional issues?"

That did it for Flo. She threw her arms up in the air in sheer frustration, stormed over to the house's entrance, took her coat off the rack, and threw open the front door, slamming it behind her.

This whole time, Jo had backed away a couple feet in order to not get herself involved in the altercation. "Bo, maybe...maybe Flo's anger is justifiable."

"Yeah, right," Bo sneered. "That child has the most unpredictable temper ever. Hell will freeze over before her bad mood is actually reasonable."

"A Cuisinart toaster, model number 160BCH," Tony the intern behind the counter read, handing over a heavy cardboard box to Jack. "Be careful with it, alright?"

"Thanks, man," Jack smiled, taking hold of the box.

Tony looked a little unhappy, breathing quietly, "I wish I actually saw Mrs. Bennett instead of you."

Jack wasn't supposed to hear that, but he did. "Why, do you have a crush on her or something?" he joked, taking Tony's remark lightly.

Tony only looked away. "Just...tell her I said hi."

Jack's grin dropped, realizing that he had unknowingly hit the target. "But... But..." he sputtered, unable to think of the right words. "She's... She's like in her 30's! And... You're like what, 21?!"

"I like older women, okay?!" Tony defended sourly. "I just... You might want to go now before your head explodes from overthinking it."

Gaping, Jack scooted backwards and out of the sliding doors of the store (While thinking back on it, it really was a miracle that he didn't collide with anything). The rain still wasn't letting up, so he opened the umbrella (He had taken Zander's while on his way out the door) in his hand while tucking the cardboard box, which really wasn't as heavy as he thought it would be, under his arm.

He was only about halfway home when he saw someone sitting under the shade of the local barber shop. Their knees were brought up to their body, and their head was buried in them. They obviously had no umbrella with them, just the hood of their jacket that barely did anything to protect the rain from their head. Wondering what was up, Jack cautiously approached the person, asking softly, "Are you okay?"

The person seemed to start at the sound of his voice, and slowly they raised their head to look at him. Jack recognized them as a girl now, and her eyes widened once she saw him.

For a second, Jack couldn't identify her, but once he did, he became equally surprised. "Flo?"

Flo wanted to die. First she got into a nasty argument with her older sister (Not that she regretted it in the least), now the guy she had always pretended to crush on had run into her on his way back from some place. It didn't sound like such a terrible situation, but to her, the last thing she wanted was Jack Overland to see her in her fragile state. It was bad enough that he already thought her as a creeper. He was staring down at her, and she could feel her dignity quickly going down the drain.

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words she wished to seek. "I... Funny to run into you here."

Jack must have found the scene awkward as well, because he stammered, "Well, I—I was just coming back from the mall. I had to pick something up... What are you doing here? And why are you sitting all alone?"

Flo looked down again. "...I needed to get out of the house."

"How come? Where are your sisters?"

Flo wished the interrogation would stop. "They're...at home. I just felt like I needed some fresh air, so I came out."

"Oh. Okay." Jack really didn't look like he believed her for one second. She made a mental note to herself to begin brushing up on her lying skills. "So you live in this neighborhood?"

"My house isn't too far from here, if that's what you mean."

Jack paused, then uncertainly stated, "You really don't seem like the type to want to go out for a walk in the rain."

Flo's eyes darted around, more than willing to look at anything that wasn't him. "Okay, so...there was a bit of a fight between me and Bo. Now that I look back on it, it was pretty stupid and I regret the things I said to her. I behaved like a spoiled brat, so maybe I should just—" She put both of her hands to the ground, about to push herself to a standing position, when Jack suddenly crouched down beside her, a genuine expression of concern plastered on his face.

"You don't look like you mean that," he spoke gently. "I know you most likely don't want to talk to me right now, but I can tell you're only saying that so you could get away from me. And I also know you think I'm asking too much, but I'm doing it because you seem upset, and I want to know why so I can help you. Besides, don't you feel like you should let it all out? Keeping things bottled up isn't a very smart thing to do."

Flo finally looked up and into his eyes, and instantly she realized that Jack truly did want to help her. Yes, he appeared a little nosy like Bo, but unlike her sister, he was only like that because he wanted to see what he could do to cheer her up. Plus, he was right about her wanting to tell someone her troubles. Her brief chat with Hazel didn't count, as it was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to the resentment she felt.

So, right then and there, Flo let everything out. She told Jack about how Bo had always been like this since childhood, bossing her two sisters around like they were her dolls. She told him about how she had hoped Bo would end up maturing past that, and about how wrong she was about that. She told him about the fight they had earlier that day and about how much stress she felt being overpowered by someone who was no more than two minutes older than her. And the whole time, Jack listened silently, but intently. He made no remarks, and his unreadable expression did not change the entire time.

"I just wish she would let me be myself one day," Flo concluded. "She can't get it through her head that triplets have their own separate individuality. I've told her this multiple times, but she's not listening."

Jack remained speechless for a couple seconds, then finally said, "So what you're telling me is that Bo is forcing you to live in her shadow?"

Flo shrugged, nodding. "That's it, pretty much."

"So... You don't really have the hots for me? Because I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get creeped out at certain times," Jack tentatively spoke.

"No." Flo was slightly amused. "I'm pretty sure Jo doesn't either. She's just too afraid of Bo to speak up about it."

Jack nodded approvingly. "Good." He stood back up and held out a hand for Flo to take. "Let's go."

"Where?" Flo asked confusedly.

Jack gestured in a certain direction. "To my place. I doubt you really want to go back to your own home right now, but I can't exactly leave you out in the rain, or else you'll get a cold. How long have you been out here anyway?"

Flo grabbed his hand, and he helped her up. "I don't know, probably like...thirty minutes?"

"You're freezing," Jack frowned, then handed her his umbrella. "Here. You need this more than I do."

"But what about you?" Flo skeptically questioned, but took the umbrella handle anyway.

"My house isn't that far," Jack smiled reassuringly, pulling on the hood of his raincoat. "Besides, you could say I'm immune to the cold. I actually prefer it over heat."

"Oh. Well... Thank you." Flo carefully held the umbrella as if it were made out of porcelain. "Should we go?"

"Yeah." Jack began to walk down the sidewalk, with Flo tailing him. "By the way, can I ask you something that I've been wondering about for a while?"

"Sure thing."

"Did your parents really name you guys Flo, Bo, and Jo?" Jack asked with such a serious tone that Flo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Nope, they're just nicknames. My name's actually Florence. When we were little and still learning how to talk, we addressed each other as Flo, Bo, and Jo. And it sort of...stuck after Bo began acting all superior."

"I like Florence. It's a much better name than Flo," Jack remarked. "It gives you individuality. What are your sister's names?"

"Jordin and Bostyn."

"...Bostyn?"

Florence looked away, unable to hide a grin. "Bostyn with a Y. I think that's another reason why Bo refuses to let anyone know our real names."

"Not gonna lie, I have a bit of a problem with...Bostyn...after what happened on Monday. It was my first time seeing her act so..."

"Bitchy?" Florence supplied.

"Yeah. But it was pretty funny when she made Cody slushie himself," Jack chuckled. "It made me realize that the boy's not exactly invincible like he usually seems."

They continued their talk until they reached the doorstep of Jack's home. He knocked three times, having remembered that he forgot to bring the keys along with him. After waiting for a bit, Jamie answered the door.

"Oh Jack, you're back. And..." Jamie looked at Florence. "Who's this?"

"This is Florence Robinson from school," Jack explained. Florence was grateful that he had remembered to call her by her full name. "I ran into her while I was out, so I brought her here. Where are Zander and Spencer?"

"Still in your room, where you left them." Jamie stepped off to the side to let Jack and Florence in. "They're, uh, playing with your new Facebook."

"What are they doing?" Jack immediately grew suspicious, setting down the box he had been carrying the entire time.

"I don't know, I just know they're playing with it." Jamie picked up the box and began to proceed to the kitchen.

"Who was that?" Florence asked once the younger boy had retreated.

"My cousin, Jamie," Jack simply fibbed, going down the hallway to the closed guest room door. "Oh yeah, and like you probably figured out by now, Zander and Spencer are here too."

"They're the twins you hang out with, right?"

"Uh huh. They live right across the street." Jack swung the door open and promptly began glaring at the twins sitting on his bed with the family laptop. "Jamie told me you guys were screwing around with my account. What exactly are you doing?"

"Well, we're definitely not writing embarrassing statuses on your wall, and they're definitely not garnering a lot of attention," Spencer smiled innocently.

"You are a terrible liar," Zander bluntly told him.

Spencer shushed him. "Don't say anything, he might still believe it."

"No, I do not, not even for one millisecond," Jack stated flatly.

"Hey, it's not our fault! You were the one who didn't bother logging off when you left—" Zander then noticed Florence behind Jack. "What's she doing here?"

"I ran into her, and I brought her here because I didn't want her to get sick," Jack frowned slightly once he detected the irritated tone in Zander's voice.

"Where are her sisters?" Spencer questioned, only a little taken aback by this turn of events.

"At home," Florence spoke up nonchalantly, going over and plopping down on Jack's beanbag chair. "We had a bit of a spat."

"'Spat'?" Zander feigned shock. "Wow, so even the Robinson triplets have their differences! I couldn't tell because of their synchronization and rhyming names."

"Their names are actually Florence, Jordin, and Bostyn," Jack filled in.

"Who the hell names their kid Bostyn?!" Zander shouted. "That's a terrible name! What, were they born in Boston and their parents decided, 'Yo, let's name one of them after the place she was born in!'"

"It's Bostyn with a Y," Florence meekly explained. "Also... What you said was accurate, believe it or not."

"Are you serious?!"

"Hey, I looked Bostyn up on that baby names website," Spencer piped up. "Apparently it means 'bossy' and 'demanding.'"

"How fitting," Florence spoke wryly.

"No wonder everyone knows her as just Bo," Zander muttered.

"Meanwhile, Alexander means a good looking male who has great taste in women," Spencer continued happily.

"Who's Alexander?" Jack inquired, puzzled.

Without any words, Spencer simply pointed at Zander. The latter slapped his hand away swiftly.

"...I didn't know Zander was only a nickname." Jack gaped. "But why the long face? Isn't the meaning of your name a good meaning?"

"How would you feel if I told you that Jackson means a total chick magnet who tends to attract more hussies than nice girls?" Zander snarked.

"...I stand corrected."

Florence snickered. "Alexander. Alexander the Great. Alexander Graham Bell."

"Florence...Welch!" Zander attempted to shoot back.

"I love Florence Welch, so therefore, your argument is invalid." Flo played with the duct tape on the beanbag chair loftily.

"Florence Welch... Florence Wench! You're a wench!" Zander pointed at Flo, his finger only inches away from her face.

Annoyed, Flo took his finger and bent it backwards, though not nearly hard enough to cause any major injury. In retaliation, an unhappy Zander put her in a headlock, leaving her struggling to break free.

Meanwhile, Jack murmured to Spencer, "When I brought her here, I didn't think she and Zander would start flirting in a belligerent manner."

"Zander never really was above wrestling with a girl," Spencer replied.

Florence's arm suddenly shot up and collided with Zander's chin, causing him to yelp and let go of her. She stood up and brushed herself off, muttering about how boys were so uncivilized.

"You hit hard," Zander simply muttered, rubbing his chin.

"I was a black belt in tae kwon do when I was little," Florence explained, smoothing out her hair. "I probably could've broken your jaw if I wanted to."

Zander gave Spencer and Jack an expressionless glance. "Cody's going to get along so well with this chick."

I can feel myself beginning to ship Zander x Florence more. OTP. They're most likely going to be one of those classic sitcom couples who are too stubborn to admit that they don't hate each other.

So most people answered Samson, saying he would be the one who could hold in his liquor best but WRONG HAHAHA IT'S NOT SAMSON IN FACT I'M PRETTY SURE HE WOULD BE ONE OF THE WORST ONES. It's actually Florence. In the one in a million chance she does get drunk, you wouldn't be able to tell that she's not sober. She still acts normally. Hazel's second best. Then it's Cody. Teehee.

Okay so I don't know if I mentioned this before, but Maddie Seth (aka my artistic assistant) has decided that she would be unfit to draw the PG comic. So yeah, no comic, at least not now. If anyone else wants to take her place, PM me, include it in your review, etc.

CAN SOMEONE DRAW ME A DECENT AND ELABORATE COVER FOR FORGETFUL GUARDIAN.

Stay tuned for a preview of the next chapter down below the replies!

Replies:

Doctor Skittles: I like Conrad, actually. Not because of his behavior, but because of how savvy and cunning he is. He's a genius who's comparable to Hans from Frozen.

Lil Angel 927: CRAP I couldn't find it and I'm such trash for not telling you this earlier ._. If I do end up finding it, I'll send it to you then. Also, I hope you'll like Cody and Hazel together because I thought about the two of them a lot haha. I ship Crouton too, by the way.

pineapplefreak: My own school isn't all that bad either. Much less drama than at Burgess High lol. Florence is like my favorite female main character because you'll see later on that she's basically a toned down girl version of Cody.

Ivy000: No, reading confrontations is not weird at all. I'm excited to write that part myself :D Jo can be nice, she's just too afraid of Bo to stand up for herself, that poor thing ._. Also, Spencer and Cici aren't exactly official. They're like, good friends who've been on a couple dates with each other (and by a couple, I mean one). Let's call them Spici because I like spicy food -w- (even though Spici is probably pronounced Spee-ci)

Sol's Darkness: METHANE FOR UPDATING. NO THANK YOU, I DON'T LIKE METH. So how old are you? I'm probably not as old as you think I am. I'm not in college, if that's what you're thinking XD

leafninja667: Oh, Cody and Anton will definitely have some moments. They won't be getting together together, but trust me, Crouton is going to get as canon as it can get.

ArkieR: Yes. You must remember Hazel's dairy allergy. I didn't write that for no reason, I wrote that because things will happen.

Lovepuppy316: I can really picture those drunken scenarios happening. And Cici's probably, um... The happy drunk.

Lolxxx: Wouldn't it be funny if Cody actually got the 'hold in your liquor' gene from his mom? Also, Jo originally was supposed to be Josephine (this was like...during the planning stages when I first decided to develop the triplets), but I decided on Jordin in the end because it means courageous or something like that, and since Jo is anything but that, I figured I could play with some irony there. You probably guessed this, but while I was looking up names for Bo, I stumbled upon Bostyn and I kid you not it really means bossy and demanding. Florence means independent. ...I put a lot of time into these names.

The Silent Book-reader: No, he has not been mentioned before the first chapter of FG. But then again, this is like the first time you've seen what Cody's first period is like so naturally he isn't going to pop up until now.

Awesomalicious: You said you were sure it wasn't Hazel. I originally planned for her to be the best, but then I moved her to second best. YOU NARROWLY ESCAPED THE JINX. Unless if you were using reverse psychology then idk.

T1nyDanc3r: Don't we all love Cody and his sheer badassery? Lol but hey, we'll be seeing a much nicer side of him soon enough. I plan to finally show what he's like underneath that rude as hell mask (Warning: Beware of dorkiness).

HEY SO LET ME GIVE YOU GUYS A PREVIEW OF THE NEXT CHAPTER (I took a bunch of random snippets from it so if it doesn't make sense, that's why):

Bo was seething. She thought it was bad enough that her rowdy sister had yelled at her for no reason yesterday, but apparently the latter had decided that that wasn't enough. She had gone to be all buddy-buddy with that wretched Celine Sanders and Hazel Campbell. What did they do to make Flo prefer to hang out with them? Bo was her sister, she should be the one she hung around with!

She stood up from her place at the lunch table, and ignoring her other sister's questions on where she was going, stormed out of the cafeteria and down the hall. Her hopes did not disappoint her when she saw Conrad leaning against his locker.

He looked at her offhandedly. "Have you changed your mind?"

Had she? She had come here out of impulse and anger at Flo's supposed betrayal. But she really was furious with her sister's actions, and she wanted to make sure she got revenge. "Yes," she ultimately said.

Conrad smirked. "Good. Because I have a plan to get us both what we want."

...

"What was that all about?" Jack questioned Cody, as the latter casually flipped through a random novel that happened to be lying on the dining room table.

"What was what all about?"

"You know... That. What happened during the tour of Hazel's garden. Once we got to the marigolds, you basically scooted away so fast that you looked like you teleported from one side to the other."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cody casually responded, not even looking up.

"I bet you do," Jack deadpanned. "She was talking about how marigolds were her mom's favorite kind of flower when you suddenly just upped and went to the other side. You looked like you were purposefully trying to hurt her feelings, and if that's what you were aiming for, you most likely succeeded."

"Well, unlike her dear mother, I have a certain disliking of marigolds," Cody replied, closing the book. "When I was little, I went up close to sniff one, and a bee came out of nowhere and stung me on the forehead."

"Then don't blame the marigold, blame the bee!" Jack exclaimed frustratedly.

...

"Oh, it's best if you don't go in there!" Hazel quickly supplied when she saw Cici and Florence about to open the closed door that was by her bedroom. "That's just a storage room. There's nothing to see in there other than a bunch of empty cardboard boxes."

Florence frowned suspiciously. "Why are they in there?"

"Oh..." Hazel searched for an explanation. "They were left by the old family that lived here, I guess."

"But why? Why would they leave random boxes inside that room? Nobody's lived here for about a year, so if there were boxes inside, then shouldn't you want us to clean it up for you?" Florence interrogated.

"Actually, Florence," Cici piped up, noticing Hazel's uncomfortable expression, "maybe we should focus on something else. I'm pretty sure Hazel can manage her 'storage room' with the help of her dad. We shouldn't press on."

A hesitant Florence agreed, and Hazel shot Cici an incredibly grateful smile.

...

"Cody said I hooked up with him," Anton stiffly spoke, his expression unblinking. "Cody said I hooked up with him. CODY SAID I HOOKED UP WITH HIM."

"We heard you the first time!" Zander snapped. "Calm down, it was only his excuse."

Anton robotically turned to him. "...He said I hooked up with him."

Zander left the room because he felt the urge to scream.

(That was a long-ass preview, but whatevs. This still isn't even half the stuff that will be going on next chapter, so I don't care. Also, I should warn you that the wording of this preview may change once the next chapter is officially out. BTW THE MARIGOLDS ARE IMPORTANT. MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN I'M LETTING ON.

You guys are never getting such a long preview again.)