Hey, guys. I'm gonna do more of these random stories. You know, for fun. It'll be less romance and more family. Just wanted you to know. And please vote for a story. Go to Rise of the Heroes to see the details.

So... here's the first two chapters.

Boyfriend, shmoyfriend. She didn't care. She wouldn't want that jerk be her partner. He wasn't even her type. She was lonely. But she doesn't want that guy to fill her loneliness. He wasn't even close to being right for her.

Petunia Rhubarb sat on the couch, aggravated and frustrated more than ever before. That was guy number thirty-eight. She had her chances. But she turned them down. She wasn't getting any younger and she still didn't have a family of her own. Most of her friends already settled. And by most, she meant all. And by all, she meant three. For her lifetime, she had only three friends. How joyful.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her godmother, Lovey, entered the house, carrying bags of groceries.

"Good afternoon, Petunia!" Lovey greeted.

"What's so great about it?" Petunia moaned.

"Now, don't slouch, dear. I won't have anyone slouching in my house!" Lovey reminded.

"Sorry, Auntie,"

She called Lovey by "Auntie", but her godfather as his name. He said so she may feel at home and he used to say he and his wife weren't "the chosen ones". What he meant by that was that he felt like they weren't the suitable parents for Petunia. He always felt like someone else needed her company.

"Your godfather was scolded one too many times just because of that behavior."

Petunia smiled. "Yeah, I noticed… Where's Lewis?"

"Oh, hanging out with his friends again. He said they were making short films. You know how teenagers are."

"Even though Lewis is like a brother to me, I am really not familiar with him yet. He's such a silent guy."

Lovey laughed as she sort out the groceries. "Ironic isn't it? His father hardly keeps his mouth shut."

"Speaking of guys…"

Her godmother paused. "Oh, dear. I think I know where this is going,"

"Tim asked me. I said 'no'. He wasn't my type! But… I'm starting to think that I… might live my life alone."

"Petunia, dear, don't say that!"

"Well, he is the thirty-eighth guy I turned down."

"I know it's terribly aggravating to wait, but be patient. God has a plan for your life even when you don't see it."

Petunia grinned and hugged her godmother. "Thanks, Auntie."

"Why don't you help me with the groceries? I might make you chocolate cake. Heard it was your favorite,"

"Admittedly, that would cheer me up."

Before she could even take a leap, Petunia's phone rang. Odd. Lewis usually contacts his mother, not his "older sister". Her godfather was working, Lovey was here and her three friends were busy. She didn't know anybody else that had their numbers saved on her contacts. She didn't even give her number to the boys that were interested with her. Who could call at this unlikely hour?

She picked it up. It was her godfather.

"Archibald?" Petunia asked, befuddled.

"Yes, Petunia. It's me. Listen, I might have an exciting opportunity for you! You know the studio I own?"

"You mean Big Idea?"

"Yes! We are in dire need of a lead female actress to play a role for a children's video. I got you in an audition!"

"REALLY?!"

"They need you as soon as possible. Now would be a better time." Archibald informed.

"I'll be right there for about twenty minutes! Just hold on!"

Petunia rushed to the door and Lovey can't help but look at her in bewilderment.

"Dear, what's going on?"

"I've got an audition for Veggie Tales!" Petunia beamed.

"Why, that's exciting news!" Lovey exclaimed.

"I have to go now. Archibald needs me ASAP!"

"God bless you, dear." Lovey said as her goddaughter went out.

And with that, Petunia had absolutely no idea that she was on her way to meet guy number thirty-nine (and the last guy who would ask her), her significant other, the One, otherwise known as her future husband. What she didn't know, guy number thirty-nine was also waiting for her.