"Do you think that boy is coming out today? I want my damn coke."

I scratched my arm impatiently as me and Raphael sat on a bench in front of the local Starbucks. He chatters lazily about how much he wanted this stuff tonight, and I patiently listened to every single word coming out of his mouth. If he's speaking it, thou must listen or thou gets a punch in thane eye.

"I don't know, man. It's freezing up in here and if he doesn't come in five minutes I'm gonna-"

"We'll both beat him up bloody, Lox." Raphi said smoothly, puffs of drugless air seeping from his mouth. Both of us were freezing our asses off in this weather waiting for our one special dealer to stop by. Where the hell was Steve anyway? We needed our "Sugar" and "Chocolate" and by the looks of it, we needed it bad.

Raphael's mocha colored hair was thrashing around from the wind, hitting his gorgeous olive skin that could turn heads. He's perfect like that. But only on Fridays; nothing more and nothing less. I sighed, running my fingernails against my leg impatiently.

My lighter was dead as well; I couldn't even have the legal stuff and when you hit that point you really just want to-

An incandescent shadow loomed over the concrete. I smelled Golden Bubbles booze, and almost immediately I stood up. It's a familiar smell honestly, once you got the stuff with the gold leaf inside, you could always remember the way that drink smells.

...Or you could remember the guy who's always drinking it.

"Stevey! Where's mah goods! Where's mah goods!"

My hands pawed at this fine man's luxuriously rich jacket, no doubt full of special non-edible candy, my babies. Steven Gallagher was my druggie Jesus. I poked at his bony shoulder and pouted.

"I need a smoke."

"You can at least wait, Lokseri." Steve laughed at me, patting my freezing face. I scowled as usual, but shrugged it off. Soon he'll be paying up soon with the wonderful, wonderful 'candies'.

From the looks of us, I guess you could say we were "those crazy scenesters" and that we all have Myspace with over five thousand friends and we say "Hella tight" while making ridiculous faces in our underwear. You could also say that we all obsessed over JStar and we go out "moshing" at those little screamo concerts.

Well you can think again.

We aren't always make-up and glamorous, you know. My hair isn't always fizzed and teased up like this, and Raphael even wears contacts instead of his usual geeky frames. Steven is in all AP classes and wears clothes layered in blobs of grey and brown. We're just a bunch of smart druggies who like dressing up on Friday nights so when we hang, nobody knows who we really are. You could say these are our real personalities, because the school Harlan Lokseri doesn't wear her hair like some fucking rich kid (even though we all were), and goes by the name Lox. Hell, Raphael Sonders wears striped Polo shirts and converse with his thin silver glasses. The typical nerd.

Don't even get me started on gelled-back, starch white shirt wearing Steven Gallagher. And that's only three out of four of the group. The last one was my baby. You'll probably meet him later; he's the pride and light of my life.

Anyway, we head over to our favorite scene of the week— a broken down apartment where all of us 'cool kids' hung out and got wasted.

Our favorite was everyone's favorite. That's the golden rule. Unless of course, you didn't know how to go clubbing.

On the first floor was the fucking party where when we entered all I had to do was stomp on my rolled up joint and everyone would notice. People greeted us and the ones who didn't had their friends force them to. It was "so hella tight man". Or whatever.

You see, when you're part of the group of big and proud druggies who have been in the scene even before you graduated junior high, you get some respect. Everyone knows you, like "Hey it's Lox! What up cake-face?", or sometimes the simple "Homigod it's Raphael. He's like, so hot." And "Steve dishes out the best sniffin' sugar, man." The list goes one. You could hate us, but why miss the opportunity to be one of the cool kids? Peer pressure and all.

Stuff like that.

On the second floor was where you actually fucking did your pot smoking and your coke sniffing and all that other wonderful delicious stuff. It was stocked with snacks when people had the munchies; it had rooms where you did the deed. This was where I left Ralphi and Steve to hang while I looked for a specific person. I know that he's been here since three weeks ago. Hell, I was the one who took my babydoll here to hide from his half-ass business dad and psychotic plastic momma.

Here, was where my baby lived on a temporary basis. On the restricted third floor. He was probably waking up just now. My baby was nocturnal like that now and I didn't want him to remember what douche bag parents he had back at home that made him barely sleep at all.

I climbed the stairs two by two, eager to see him. Touch him and hear him. Just to be near him made the world seem happier.

Now the only thing in my way was the door. I gripped the knob tightly, much too excited, much less high.

Flick.

"Harlan…Hello, I missed you." My baby smiled at me softly, rubbing his eye with his pale, pale hand and smiling in his oversized, much too long sweater. I sighed lightly and entranced in my gaze was him, and him alone. Snow Oliver Bomber. My little babydoll.

Without his silky extensions, his hair was softer. Without his shiny sugar lip gloss, he was innocently gorgeous. With his equipment on though…

My baby was Millennium Vondell.

Millennium with the lipstick lips. Millennium with the swaying hips.

Millennium who you'd never kiss.

I'd hunt you down and kill you.

I walked towards Snow quietly, and he smiled softly and reached up to be embraced and got to be. Snow was tiny for a boy his age, almost five foot four compared to my five foot seven. He was soft-spoken and kind, with the large, gentle looking eyes the color of bright lime. Not the kind of lime green you saw on the computer, but the real shade of the real fruit. They were like lie detectors; you couldn't cross the truth with this boy. Who would want to anyway? That pale, doughy kiddy face, those long pale platinum locks. You'd never go wrong with this little ball of sunshine. Everyone around him thought he was pretty. In some cases, too pretty. But no one would ever want to talk about that. Never again.

I sat down beside him on his futon couch bed and he clung to me; he sat on my lap and laced his wiry arms on my neck; he pressed his forehead onto mine and fluttered those long, long lashes and spoke his sweet little words.

"Harlan, I really did miss you…" I pressed my lips to the bridge on his nose, and his lips against my chin formed into a smile. "I missed you too Snowy. It's been a few days." Days which felt like years. Snow was one grade below me, but he was older by a year at most. If I wasn't so damn smart we would be in the same grade, but nooo my parents have to be dicks. I really did miss him. My boyishly cute little baby missed me too, but totally not as much.

"How was school today…?" Our hands kissed and stayed that way. I pulled away from Snow's face slightly so I didn't inhale too much of his innocence away. Nothing was going to soil my baby; even me. I'd never want to take the risk. I never want to think about it.

"The usual. Being ignored, passing tests, eating Haagen Dazs. Snowy how was your day?" Snow looked at me with those big ol' lime colored eyes and smiled, hung onto my arm. He was just so delicate it was pretty hard to hate it, much less deny it. He wasn't very much the stereotypical 'delicate, soft, do nothing' character though. Hell, Snow did more sports than I smoke. And that's a lot.

"Lonely. I played with the ducks at the pond though. We had fun." He smiles quietly and strokes his shiny bedding on the couch futon. I kiss his cheek softly and slowly, we're face to face. It's like Snow takes my guilt away with just one glance, one touch. He makes me feel pure, as if I never smoked, as if I've never stole or cursed. It's just a fresh feeling.

"Honey it's almost midnight, what do you want to do...?" I draw circles on the bedding, but despite that I notice the glimmer of Snow's eyes behind his long, dark lashes. Mentally I let out a soft cry; I know why that glimmer is there. I hate it. I hate it so, so much.

He wants to transform into her.

"Will you put my extensions on, Harlan? Will you make me pretty tonight?" He looks up delicately, hopeful and excited and just... I can see her taking over.

Please say no.

Please just form those words. Just please.

"Of course, Snowy."

It was around one o' clock in the morning now, and the party was just barely starting. I was in Snow's room and we watched PowerPuff Girls on DVD. I find the show to be rather awesome, thank you very much.

"Does this hurt you?" I tugged on a clip-in extension, and the long blue lock stayed put. Snow crinkled his nose, and smiled up at me. "Not really. Thank you though, Harlan." I snuggled my face in his hair despite the prick of some of the extensions in his hair. God he was the definition of angelic.

Slowly, each blue and white and black extension was clipped in. Slowly my baby was transforming; Millennium Vondell was being reborn for tonight. I wince at the thought.

I can't help but regret doing this, making Snow up, dressing the boy up as if I was the little girl and he was the guy doll I put clothes on. In fact I was probably the one who had created this terrible second half of him. It wasn't right; but I couldn't have a say anymore about it. Because… It was my choice for him. Snow needed this. I needed this.

This Escapism.

We all needed it. Raphael, Steven, Snow, and even me. Nothing else would help this constant ache and longing for breaking out of the shell created from constant pressure. The medications; the therapy; the razorblade, nothing would help us. No one would want to even try. And, why would you? We're just a couple of smart, unfashionable geeky rich kids, right? So what would you do? Nothing at all.

Yet I must say; those pills were simply deliciously decadent; they got me hooked and soon enough the rest of the group was. At that time we were in seventh grade or so, I could never remember the exact date we started this. But either way...

I was so disgusted with myself.

"…Harlan?"

I froze mid-thought. Snow was turned around slightly, looking up at my face with clear confusion. The silky extensions splayed over his shoulder, past his flat chest and down to his waist. A fringe of black, white, and blue hair made him seem more playful than the real thing. He looked just like a little Japanese doll.

'Just like a girl...' My heart burned furiously, as if acid was being poured on by the gallons.

With a quick smile, I shook my head lightly and kissed Snow's pretty little head. "It's nothing, sweetie. Here," I clipped in the last black extension "let me do your makeup." Snow smiled at me and arose from the bed, quickly making his way to the small vanity in the bare corner. From the single drawer he pulled out a black box.

It wasn't any bigger than an ordinary Tupperware container, and it was decorated with silver stars and glitter. No doubt she had made the box for him. Handing me the makeup box, Snow sat down and faced me and he smelled like sugary honey mixed with childish mint. Carefully I opened the box, picking up the first tube of lipstick I could find. It burned as if I was holding the key to oblivion.

It wasn't like I hadn't done this before. I was feeding Millennium.

I was losing my baby each and every time.

Carefully I painted his face up, taking extra care to make his swollen lips a fire engine red because that's how Snow—how Millennium Vondell liked it. I swept on black liquid liner on his eyelids; powdered them carefully with opalescent shimmer. I fixed his hair and made sure everything would stay together.

"Harlan, am I pretty?"

Snow/Vondell asked me bluntly. It was happening already really. The symptoms were so obvious... Where my little baby Snow was being replaced by the obnoxious, smoking Millennium Vondell. She asked me the question as if she didn't know. As if she didn't do any crime, any smoke. This body Vondell took was gorgeous and slightly curvy, with a round pretty face and the voice of an angel gone wrong. The answer was clear and my body burned like liquid fire. I hated her for taking away Snow; I hated her for being so obnoxious.

But I had to love her so she would give my baby back to me by the end of the party. The pros and cons of being inside this half-ass gang; the pros and cons of being a member in this stupid society of black and white thinking, of never seeing between the lines...

They all just so fucking sucked.

"Lox I was ju—oh. Hi, Vondell."

Raphael grinned at me and Millennium Vondell as we walked down towards the second floor. The walls were like paper here, so we had to speak up since someone in the next room was being a bit too loud. Geez, crazy sex addicts.

I raked my fingers along one of the long locks of hair I had. Black, just like every other little 'I'm-so-cool' girl, minus the fake extensions.

"Hi Raphael," Vondell gushed shyly, hiding behind her long multi colored bangs. She twittered her tiny fingers at him as a friendly gesture, trying to be as innocent as possible.

Before she appeared into our lives, Snow had an unbearably strong crush on Raphael. It was obvious, but we pretended that he didn't know so my baby could confess to him. It would have been so cute, the two of them together. We waited for that day… Waited and waited, but it never came. Raph himself was so eager and desperate for it as well; he really liked Snowy. Unbelievably liked, almost to the brink of an obsession really. Raphael, as gorgeous with a fine body and minimal speaking as he was known to have, obviously broke the mold for the hostile hot guy by many scales. Snow did that too, but not as confident... not as straightforward. I guess Vondell helped him express it though. Points for her.

"So, how does this party rate on the pro scale?" I grinned nice and wide to Raph, with my hands on my hips. He shrugged, taking a healthy chug of some pricey imported booze. His minty breath mixed with liquor came out in small puffs that oozed the words 'You know you'd fuck me' with every lasting moment. It makes me kind of want a haagen dazs and imported bourbon float as weird as that sounds. Hey hey, shut up. We could afford it, so why not buy it?

Rapheal probably read my mind because he laughed before draining his cup. "Probably around an eight? And yet, considering our little Vondell here set up the wonderfulness in the safety of her own home, it's raised to a ten." He slung an arm around Vondell's shoulders and snuggled his face into her hair. She giggled an attempted cute laugh, but it was nothing compared to Snows. You might think "Same person, same voice, retard.", but ho-ly crap there was a difference.

Steven came not too long afterwards, holding up a small bag of the heavenly sniffing sugar and grinning to high heavens with large pupils and plastic baggies. In a flash, I rushed up towards him, pawing at his shoulder. Asshole knew how I functioned. Flicking over a curtain of lime green extensions and natural black hair, he laughed his throaty laugh and sat down on a beanbag. Setting down his tools, we all took a seat on other various chairs while he got things ready. Naturally I was scratching at my leg, impatient, but hey I wasn't the only one.

"Now today my friend, the good stuff is even greater."

"What do you mean?" Raphael tilted his head and eyed the baggie hungrily.

"Just give me my damn coke, Steve." I pouted impatiently next to him. Steve chuckled again, apologizing. With his paper-white hands, he set up four thick lines of coke, and then took out another bag of white powder. My leg shook like that of a dog, Raphael licked his lips too, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Steve… is that…?" My eyes grew wide with excitement and I clung to Steve's side.

"Lady, Gentleman, and transvestite," Vondell stuck out her tongue, obviously not caring, but I still hit him anyway.

"I will now introduce you with the magic of Splenda." Steve smirked at my expression. Must have been damn funny, but God I love minty-sweet cocaine. It's the best, like some sort of ice cream I've had. And yes, my little obsession with ice cream likes to mix with booze, drugs, and anything else basically. Suck it.

Quickly Steve sprinkled a few pinches of the Splenda onto each line, and then handed out the straws. Yes, yes, yes, I thought avidly. Of course I wanted to immediately just take the hit, but we always had a pattern. First Steve, then Raphael, finally me and then Millennium. Of course our green/black haired friend was being an ass and taking his sweet time to take up his line.

"Fucking snort it already." Raphael said impatiently. I snickered maliciously.

After the line we just sat there basically waiting for this stuff to kick in. I was pinching the bridge of my nose with Steve smoking a joint, and Raphael just sitting there with his head down. Most of the time coke made him pretty mellow, or more mellow than usual. He was the kind of guy who that happened to.

Millennium who was sitting next to me was waiting impatiently for the effects to take place. She snuggled into my shoulder, groaning.

"Why are you getting so tense over this, sweetie?" I rubbed Vondell's back tenderly.

"I don't want it to hit me, then I get to miss out on all the fun downstairs." She pouted and snuggled her head closer to my shoulder, arms folded and legs crossed like some kind of short transvestite model. She probably could have been one too now that I thought of it. That is, if I let that happen.

This would be never.

It didn't take long until all four of us got bored and decided to take our druggie selves elsewhere. Me and Raph went downstairs to dance, in which it was a battle just to snag a song or with him. Damn fame-slut, it was such a waste to see him in class, pushing up those silver frames on his nose and letting his hair hang around so flat. He was just so self conscious outside of his escapism-land.

I raked a hand through his gelled-up spikes, and he just laughed and drank more bourbon.

Every now and then I would go upstairs and check up on Vondell who was sharing joints with Steven. I was always nervous about her and what she would do to that body of hers. His, to be more precise. Eventually Stevey-boy told me to enjoy myself.

"I'll take care of little Millennium, okay?" On cue, Vondell waved sweetly at me, a twinkle of Snow in those mint colored eyes.

"Just make sure she doesn't do anything drastic." I bit my lip and rushed back downstairs to find Raphael.

The first floor was packed now. There was at least sixty five or more people now, but it seemed like more with the way everyone clung to each other on the dance floor. I saw a few girls lose their tube tops, but that didn't stop them—or the straight guys out there—from dancing. Oh ho, if anything it would make them dance more.

Soon I found myself at the small bar, a plastic cup of half-empty spiced rum in hand and a cig rolled between my lips. Raphael tried talking to me a few minutes ago, but a few girls had prevented him from saying anything more than 'Hey Lox.'

Dang skanks.

Popularity sure loved him in the local scene. I took another chug of my booze, crossing and uncrossing my legs to keep me from kicking somebody in the schnoz out of boredom. I wasn't surprised though when obnoxious testosterone came up to me every once in a while. I think 'Lox' looked pretty hot this Friday.

Tonight it was decided that I would wear my favorite yellow tunic with the deep V-neck and tight 3/4 sleeves, with, of course, a black long sleeve underneath and two or three silver necklaces. To color coordinate (I'm a matching type of person, so shut your face), Lox's no-doubt expensive skinny jeans were rich purple on one pant leg, and a pinstriped off-white and purple on the other. I decided to be cliché as well and wore high top chucks. Ohho. So fancy.

A groan escaped my throat when I was done scanning the scene. I wanted to see a fight, or at least be in one so I could knock out some teeth or someone else's conscious. But woe is me, no one got that boozed up while the party was fresh.

"Is the club goddess bored?"

A warm hand pressed on my shoulder just then. I flinched with my adrenaline beginning to pulse, whipping around to see just exactly who touched me. No fucking drunk guy is going to touch me and get away with it. My free hand was slipping into my pocket for the diamond-encrusted brass knuckles just incase. Ooh, Lox was so tough. It wasn't just for show either, I could very much take on a few disobedient bouncers in my day.

Carefully, my eyes scanned the figure in front of me, and suddenly I felt a little guilty that I just accused this guy of being a horny disgusting drunk. Aw.

In front of me was a gorgeous, gorgeous guy. His hair was blonde as blonde could get, with honey colored highlights and that kind of beach-y styled hair. It was tousled, but straight and looking mighty frosted with the ill highlights.

I couldn't get the right color of his eyes though; it was covered by the mounds and mounds of hair on that pretty head.

He was wearing a long sleeved, black collared shirt and it covered his hands a little bit, with some pale blue jeans and yellow chucks. Pretty simple clothes for a club I guess. Compared to my little getup anyway. I'm an attention whore, so sue me.

I smiled a little, kicked over a stool next to mine and patted the seat to be inviting.

"She won't be bored if you sit with her and chat, boy."

"Oh, really now?" His dark eyebrow rose underneath that long hair, and I almost choked on a laugh. Harlan likes sarcasm. Harlan likes sarcasm very much.

Mister no-name took the offer and sat. Good boy. I laughed lightly to myself, this should be fun.

"In-fucking-deed, buddy." I called over to the bartender for a refill and another booze cup, but my new comrade declined the offer. "I'm not feeling like having the fancy stuff tonight." I twirled my finger inside my now full cup, and shrugged, putting said finger in my mouth to taste the yummy rum.

"To each his own, just don't touch my drink when you want something or I'll give you a beat down, Mister…?" I tapped my cig and then decided to just take it out in general. Eh. Lung cancer is so overrated, right? Feel the wrath of my sarcasm.

"I'm Zane. Zane Koope actually." He flicked back his blonde hair and smiled this crooked smile, raising up his toned arm for a handshake. This 'Zane' guy smelled like blueberries and honestly he was pretty tall. Maybe a little over six foot. "It's nice to meet you, club goddess."

"Awe, how sweet." I shook his hand politely, smiling like an idiot. Damn his hands are soft, where can I get me some of that moisturizer?

"You can just call me Lox if you want dude. Or like, Master since you're my slave. Eh, either way." I shrugged and realized that I was still shaking his hand. Oops.

Mister Zane laughed a little, nodding his head lazily as if to say 'Yeah, uh huh okay'. He smirks "I think I'll go with the first one. No offense, although you still owe me 'fitty 'dolla or I go back to my old pimp." He did that little myspace smirk with his mouth scrunched to the side and the side-peace sign. I laughed.

"Danny down the block? Hoe, he's seven years old, foo he can't even count to eleven." I jumped off my stool and hooked my arm with his. The thought strikes me though… Do I know this kid? I mean, he seems familiar, but I just don't know where. Might not be safe.

Oh well, beats me. I mentally shrug before half-dragging Zane upstairs to show Steven and Vondell. Show and tell! Yay!

"I believe this is called kidnapping, kind lady." He give me crooked smile and I grinned happily, swaying a bit to the side to let some girl go down the stairs. Now we're holding hands, but his is much, much warmer.
And don't get me wrong, this is not a "first touch of love" feeling, for all you romantics out there. I for one, am undateable and will remain like that. It keeps life fresh for me. Dating might put me down.

"You didn't pull back, so I assume it's safe to introduce you to some of the others." I look at Zane as the light grows brighter from upstairs. I couldn't make out his eyes just yet though. You could say it's the think I wanted to see the most.

When we were on the second floor, I could see that Vondell was gone, and that Steven was lighting up his possibly third joint. My heart skipped a beat and I began to panic, until I saw her in the corner, dozing off on a plush couch. Whatever; as long as Snowy was safe I didn't very much care for the other who shared him.

"Hey, Lox. Who's the new guy?"
Steven cocked his head, noting at Zane beside me. I could feel him tense right next to me, but I chuckled. He must have heard of the rumors...
You see, Steven is basically the brain to all the parties. He doesn't like you, then no one would. And he was blunt about it too. Truth be told he didn't very much care nor give one shit about who is in the club or not. As long as you didn't look like you wouldn't cause trouble, he would be pretty nice. Otherwise, his six foot four height, vicious sandy brown eyes and rather... seductive voice, would take care of it. We always did have Raphael as back up.

Quietly I nudged Zane, who flinched and laughed weakly.

"I'm Zane Koope."

I saw Steven raise an eyebrow behind those long, sultry, perfectly cut bangs of his. So this guy was important, after all. I smiled widely at the discovery.
"So, you are the infamous Koope from Four Pride high school, am I right? The boy who's family owns that big ol record company?" There was a pregnant pause, but from the side of my eyes I saw him nod.

"I guess you caught me." Silently I flinched, taking one more look at Zane. It was uncalled for on what I saw now though.

The reason I couldn't make out his eye color... Zane had two different colored eyes.

It was odd really, his right eye was the clearest blue I had ever seen and the left had a hazy, rather dull green tint to it. I couldn't stop staring at him for a while until he glanced down at me in confusion.

"Aha, sorry dude."

He shrugged. "I'm guessing it's the eyes." Steve nodded at that, puffing his joint one more time. "They're quite the show stealer." I watched him lower his gaze to the floor, mouth parted and model gorgeous. Jesus, why did all of my friends have to be so pretty? I want the pretty stuff too you know.
In an alcoholic form, please.

"Yeah... I'm always known for it." Zane snaps me out of thought, and I jump a little. Whoops. Forgot for a second.

"I can see that..." Steve glances up at Zane, then to me, and he chuckles lightly. Standing up from his seat, he stretched his long, slender legs before facing us again. I took note that both him and Zane were much taller than little ol me.

"This isn't fair." I pout and fold my arms. Steven laughs, patting Zane's shoulder lightly.

"Seems we're stuck with a midget, Koope."

Midget!? My face flushed and I punched Steve's shoulder. Hey hey, I wasn't THAT short! I was decently normal, thank you very much!. He winced, rubbing the place I hit tenderly.

"Now that hurt, Lox." He faced Zane, and I laughed. "See? She tortures handsome young males like myself."

"Handsome I would not say, Stevey boy." I added optimistically. He scowled, but obviously from the look in his eyes, he was enjoying himself. Beside him, Zane laughed lightly. He looked at me.

Whoa. Unexpected. I gazed up at him too, awkwardly shifting from side to side. Uhm, I don't like to be stared at for too long, thank you very much. Zane seemed to read my mind; he turned to Steven rather quickly and began talking about some kind of car. Jesus.

How confusing.

"Whu...what's going on...?" I heard a meek voice rise from all the rest, and it was a voice I knew so well. That voice I loved the most.

Snow walked up to me quietly, mussing up his makeup by rubbing a tiny fist to his eye. I smiled, knowingly so, that Vondell would be lively after ten minutes or so. That was part of the bargain, it was her fault she fell asleep. Snow's turn.

"Mon petit chou! Did you nap okay?" I rushed towards Snowy, who nodded, and scooped him up in a fit of hugs. Zane didn't seem to notice that special something about him, he didn't seem to notice that Snow was a boy. I did my job well, didn't I?

"A girlfriend of yours, Lox...?" I nodded as if Snow really was a girl, and we had been best friends forever.

"Ain't she cute? No touchy though. This piece of hot stuff is La mine à jamais." I smiled and he chuckled.

'Che, mine forever... What a lie.' I thought bitterly, but Snow seemed to wipe away those thoughts when he smiled up at me.

"Vee-vee is tired. She said she wants to go to bed." Vee-vee? I pause for a second, before realizing that Snow too, despite how forever sleepy he will be, was acting as well.

Vondell was retreating for today. Gods, yes. I nodded to approve. Inside I was cheering, singing, screaming. She wasn't going to be here. Vondell wasn't going to be here until next week now. If only forever, if only she could go away.

But alas, my downfall was that Snow wasn't even close to being recovered yet. Oh well, more drama for me. God damn hurray.

"Well then like Vee-vee, let's take you to bed, mon petit chou?" Snow nodded happily, drowsily. We started to walk up the stairs, and I heard Zane talk to Steven once more.

"Did she just call that girl her little cabbage?" He said.

I smiled.

I've put my soul on this story for so long. It's taken so long to finish, and finally I have completed the first chapter. I hope you all like this new story. I quite enjoy writing this one.

Please review, I'll love you forever :D

As for translations, mon petit chou literally means "my little cabbage", but it is used as a form of affection.

La mine à jamais means "mine forever" I think. I used a translator, so if anyone who is fluent at french could help me out, that would be awesome. I'll see you all later for now!

-Blank Sky