Hey ya'll. So I know I said I was done but this is such a fun group to write about and I kept writing so 50 years later, I'm adding some drabbles to the end of this story. I didn't change anything in the main story and they're just continuations. I'm only adding them to this story because I don't want to start something new and have to refer everyone to this story and that's just a hassle so I'm titling them "Drabble X" and this is the longest sentence in the UNIVERSE! Well, I hope you all enjoy!

"I hate this school and its 'no portion sharing' rule," Odd grumbled at the end of the table across from Jeremie. The blond genius could only laugh. Ulrich wouldn't be joining them for breakfast since he left for a Pencak-Silat tournament early that morning. He could be enjoying double croissants but no. Odd's spiky blond hair bobbed while he ate his banana in slow spite.

"You'd think after a year you'd be used to it," Aelita laughed. She dunked her croissants into her hot chocolate, making a show of still having a half full breakfast tray.

"I'll never get used to this kind of injustice!" Odd shouted banging his fist on the table and causing the other students to stop their conversations to look at him.

Odd simply ignored them and willed his banana to last a little bit longer. His bottomless pit of a stomach had seemed to grow with the years.

"Maybe you should run for class representative again. Make more food your number one stance," Jeremie laughed.

Odd glared and the genius across from him. Not in a menacing way but because he knew Jeremie knew better. He didn't have time for all that regular student stuff. 11th years in high school, well 12th for William and Yumi, and they were still dealing with childish XANA. They should be sneaking off at night to go to parties, not to fight evil viruses. They should be getting into trouble because of reckless teenage behavior, not because a mission on Lyoko took longer than expected. All this XANA nonsense was taking its toll on the group even more now than ever before.

It seemed to be taking its toll on Odd all the more. He free spirit felt confined with all these perimeters. Every time he got a chance to get off campus, someone called about a XANA attack. On particularly bad days, he wished he'd never met certain blond genius named Jeremie.

This was shaping up to be one of those days.

But he could only blame this mediocre start of the day on himself. He'd snuck off before breakfast to get high with some friends and now he had the munchies something fierce.

"They're just preparing us for the real world," William chimed in next to him. "You can't ask for your friend's breakfast when you're thirty."

"I guess," Odd mumbled. His banana was gone. He was still hungry. The last thing he wanted to do was go to math. More than anything, he just wanted to take a nap. "It really sucks that we don't have math together anymore. My grades are going the way of the dinosaurs," Odd joked, attempting to perk his mood.

"Maybe you'd be in our class if you studied more." A smug look crossed Jeremie's face as he said it. How many people had told him that?

"Applied calculus? The only way I'd get into that class is with a brain transplant," Odd smiled making William laugh in agreement.

"I've got to go," William announced. "I promised to meet Yumi before Italian."

"Moving in for the kill while Ulrich's away? Sneaky," Odd announced, tipping his chair back while he waited for Jeremie and Aelita to finish their food.

"You've got the wrong idea. She needs to copy my history notes before class is all. She's still pretty stuck on Ulrich. I wish they'd just be real about their feeling for each other."

"I think we all wish that," Aelita sighed. "But they're complicated."

"Anyway, later guys," William waved before stalking off.

Just as William left the cafeteria, Jim entered it. "It's such a joke that he just happened to get transferred to the high school the same year we get promoted to high school,"Jeremie sighed into his eggs.

"Yet another injustice I refuse to get used to," Odd groaned.

His lonely walk to math was uneventful. At least until he was greeted outside the classroom door with a soft kiss and a smile.

"Hey," Sam smiled, taking his hand in hers. She had to look up now to meet his eyes. Odd hit a growth spurt during freshmen year and was now pushing 5'9", without the hair.

"Hey," Odd smiled back, but it didn't completely reach his eyes.

"Are we still on for tonight?" She was referring to a trip to the movies and shagging each other behind the garden shed.

"Yeah, of course," Odd nodded absently. When did having sex become such a chore? "I have to get to class. Those numbers aren't going to multiply themselves."

Sam giggled. She had such a cute laugh but it had lost its novelty somewhere along the way. He left her with a kiss and watched her march off to photography. The combat boots really weren't helping her case when it came to his image of her as a drill sergeant dictating how he ate her out. His gaze lingered a little too long and the bell rang for classes to start. He rushed in and sat at his empty table. Today was going to suck without Ulrich. They shared a majority of their classes and ever since he got serious about Pencak-Silat and started entering tournaments, Odd found himself becoming more and more reserved. It was hard to start up a conversation with new people. Especially when you really didn't want to and just wanted to chat with your best friend.

So on the day droned.

He ate with his usual crowd. William was being especially flirty today. That was always fun to watch: Yumi squirming under his advances and trying to think of the kindest possible ways to shoot him down. He was too bold today because Yumi didn't stay for dinner. But, at least there were no XANA attacks.

Odd returned to his dorm only to meet his long lost buddy. He had to stop himself from spinning the brunette around in an embrace.

"How'd it go?" Odd asked instead while Ulirch unpacked his workout gear from a gym bag.

Ulrich grinned down at his work, "Really well, actually. I brought home Cadic's first ever Pencak-Silat trophy."

"Wow! Congrats! Don't let Yumi enter any of these contest or you can say bye-bye trophy spot," Odd smiled, falling across his bed. Kiwi promptly followed his master's lead and yipped happily at Odd's return. "Hey, my little diggity dog." He was so glad he was able to sneak Kiwi back into school because days like this would be even lonelier without the little dog.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Ulrich frowned. "What have you been up? Any attacks?"

"No, I'm sure Jeremie would have let you know if there were. He always expects us all to be there, no matter what we're doing."

"Alright, what's wrong, Mr. Passive Aggressive?"

"It's nothing," Odd quickly denied then thought better of it. Ulrich was the best person he had to talk to. "It's just that, I think it's happening again."

"What?" Ulrich asked concerned. "Are you having another bad trip? I told you to stop getting that crap from Nicholas. He's been out for us since you first transferred here."

Odd couldn't help the smile that spread on his face. That did tend to happen often. His dealers weren't the most reputable. "No, not that. The other thing that tends to happen."

Ulrich pondered for a moment while making a pile of dirty gym clothes on the floor. "Oh no," his face dropped. "Not with Sam! Odd!" Odd grimaced at the sound of his name being called in such a tone. Ulrich had the uncanny ability to imitate his dad's tone when he was upset. "All that pining and groveling for her attention and now you're doing your wishy-washy thing? Who is she?"

"Who's who?" Odd asked but he was pretty sure he knew what Ulrich meant.

Ulrich sighed. Odd knew what he meant. "This new girl."

"That's the thing, buddy. There is no new girl. No guys either," Odd added before his roommate could even bring it up. He got really drunk one night, one thing led to another, and made the executive decision that men were not his thing.

"Are you sick?" Ulrich asked feeling the blonde's forehead. "No fever."

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just never satisfied. I want to be a one woman man but I don't want to deprive all the other women in the world of tasting me."

"I imagine they've all been so distraught while you've been with Sam." Ulrich's comment dripped with sarcasm.

"You can see it in their eyes. They may look happy on the outside but on the inside, they're fantasizing about the perfect roll in the hay with me."

"Of course they are," Ulrich rolled his eyes and continued unpacking. Ulrich loved Odd like a brother but, he would never understand how he was so popular amongst women with his entitled attitude. And there was himself, who was in constant contact with the woman he loved but was unable to confess his feelings. If only he could take just a little bit of Odd's confidence but only long enough to tell his true feelings to Yumi. He didn't want to be like Odd for too long.

"Don't you and Sam have a date tonight? You better get over this wishy-washy thing before then."

Odd sighed and stared up at the ceiling absentmindedly scratching Kiwi behind the ear. "I think I'm going to take Kiwi for a walk," he declared. "Want to come? I got some good stuff from Mike."

"No thanks. I'm exhausted."

"Not a good enough excuse to not get high!" Odd exclaimed, scaring Kiwi from his relaxed state. Ulrich jumped a bit, too.

"Fine, but if I fall asleep under a tree, you're responsible for bringing me back to the room."

"Fine by me," Odd grinned. He really just wanted to hang out with his best friend. Kiwi hopped into his traveling backpack and the roommates made their way to the park.

They found a comfortable spot and Odd tossed a Frisbee for Kiwi while he passed a joint back and forth to Ulrich. "So, tell me all about the tournament. Any cute girls?"

Ulrich took a deep inhale and held it. He finally released the smoke with a sigh, "Didn't notice."

"You are so smitten," Odd teased. "I wish you two would quit this dumb dance and just fuck each other"

"You know it's more than that. We're both Lyoko Warriors. What if we don't work out? Then every mission will be awkward and an excuse to fight. Once XANA is defeated once and for all, then maybe…" Ulrich trailed.

"Maybe?" Odd chortled. "Just watch, one day you both will get so wasted, your primal side will come out and you'll start humping like animals in heat."

"Shut up, Odd."

"Fine but don't say I didn't warn you." The two continued to sit, joking about school and possible collage majors. Odd was obviously planning on art school. Ulrich, on the other hand, was having a hard time deciding. He wasn't particularly good at anything scholarly or artsy. He was good at physical things. Maybe he could get a football scholarship. Or one for martial arts. But an actual study eluded him. Odd had a strange flare for physics and was also good at language arts. Yumi was great at languages and history. William loved politics. He was born to it. And Jeremie and Aelita were great at, well, everything.

"Maybe you can be a P.E. teacher," Odd joked. Too bad for Ulrich's father, that might just be where he ended up in life. An image of his face on Jim's body turned him off of the weed for the rest of the evening. It was some good stuff though.

"I was just messing with you," Odd smiled, noticing his friend go quiet. He began to say something about Ulrich focusing on sports and being a shoo-in for universities when his cell phone rang. "Great," Odd sighed seeing the name. "What's up, Jeremie?"

"XANA's activated a tower. Meet at the factory ASAP."

"But I have a date with Sam in," Odd looked at the clock on his phone, "half an hour! Can't I sit this one out?"

"No, Odd. We need everyone on hand. Who knows what our old friend has in store."

"Fine! But I'm blaming you if Sam chews me out! I going to tell her you got hit by a train and needed a blood transfusion or something."

"That's a little dramatic," Ulrich laughed getting up and stretching.

"It's meant to be," Odd defended. "I'm in the park with Ulrich. We'll be there in a minute." The other end of the line clicked off and Odd let out a frustrated howl. "I'm so fucking sick of XANA!"

"Same here but we should head out before he causes any real damage." Odd grumbled and got up stumbling along the way. "Fuck," Ulrich laughed giving Odd his hand to help him up, "Jeremie is going to kill us when we show up high."

Odd took one last puff of the joint. "The virtualization will sober you up real quick."

"How many times have you ridden the Overboard under the influence?" Ulrich asked in a serious voice causing them both to burst into laughter. Kiwi followed his owner to the factory and curled up in a corner while the two waited for the rest of their group to arrive. Jerermie was mad when he saw friend's red rimmed eyes and inability to take anything seriously. William was just upset that he wasn't invited. And Yumi was just mad. She tended to get like that whenever Ulrich had fun without her. Aelita seemed indifferent. Unless it had something to do with Jeremie, she tended to get like that. The mission wasn't anything beyond their capabilities. Odd determined that he really wasn't needed for this. Between Ulrich and William, they had all the brainless brawn they needed. And of course, a return to the past wasn't needed, so he had to explain himself to Sam. She claimed she didn't want to see him anymore but he knew she'd be begging for him the next night. So he an Ulrich sulked back to their room around 3am exhausted and suffering from a serious case of the munchies. Good thing they had their snack stash. They passed out around 4am, slept until noon, and finally got to enjoy their weekend.

Sunday afternoon, the group converged in Jeremie's room. He'd found some new way to try to take down XANA that no one understood but him and Aelita. Odd leaned against the windowsill in the bigger high school designated room while Jeremie explained some complex computer program. Odd couldn't help but stare out the window and think about a new movie project. Jeremie knew no one got this stuff but he went on and on anyway. Odd was normally the one to ask for a simpler explanation but something else caught his attention. A large black town car drove up to the dorm driveway. Maybe it was just someone's parents were here to visit. A man got out of the driver's side to open the back door. First a middle aged woman exited the car. The driver went to the other side at let out a man with greying hair. Yup, parents.

Wait.

Someone else was getting out of the car.

There was a long uncovered leg. Mini shorts. A head of black hair. She gives a sad smile to the woman before turning around to pull a backpack out of the back seat. A great ass.

Maybe they were just visiting. She was someone's sister or cousin.

The driver opens the trunk: bright green suitcase, pink laundry basket, purple shoe rack, Hello Kitty microwave and mini fridge.

"Guys! It looks like there's a new night student," Odd exclaimed, interrupting Jeremie telling William for the third time that he'll have to stay behind because he didn't have any source codes.

"This late in the year?" William asked.

"So what?" Aelita asked.

"Must be a girl," Ulrich grinned.

"What about Sam, Odd?" Yumi asked with a hint of irritation. She didn't really care that he'd been with every girl in the school she just hated it when he strung girls along and broke their hearts.

"He's going through one of his 'things'," Ulrich explained to the girl sitting next to him.

"Oh, Odd! Not with Sam!" Yumi exclaimed.

"That's exactly what I said," Ulrich laughed. "It's his grave, let him dig it."

"Sometimes it's really embarrassing to be his fake cousin," Aelita frowned.

"What? I thought you guys knew me better than that," Odd sighed as he watched the girl and her parents emerge from the building to get a second load of things. An ass you could bounce a coin off of. "It's not like I have to marry her. I just don't think we're right for each other. She can be way too uptight." Just as he finished his thought he got a text. From Sam.

"My house. 7pm. Parents will be gone." Like clockwork.

Jeremie rolled his eyes. "Can we get back to the mission?" There was a nod of agreement amongst the high schoolers and he continued on. Odd really couldn't pay attention. The trio made two more trips to the car before Jeremie announced a trip to the factory.

"You'll have to talk to her some other time," William smiled as he nudged Odd on his way out of the room.

Odd did have to talk to her some other time. Two weeks and he'd yet to talk to her. Every time he saw her, it was in quick passing and when he blinked, she disappeared. But Odd really wasn't one to give up. He asked Milly and Tamiya about her. Apparently, she was a 10th year and she was off campus a lot at a dance studio in town. That's all they had on her. Odd told them they needed to do better and they responded by blowing him raspberries and complaining about not being allowed in the high school and it was the best they could do. Odd still granted them with latest high school drama for their newspaper. He debated letting them know that his relationship was on the rocks. Maybe that was the push Sam would need to be truly done with him. He thought better of it. Breaking up though the school newspaper would be social suicide. Instead Odd went about his life, got back on Sam's good side. Everyone seemed to completely forget his relationship crisis, so he was back on good terms with his friends. And Kiwi was happy he was about to run around in the park, so he was on good terms with his dog, too. He should be happy. But this girl was constantly on his mind. That chocolate skin and that Cleopatra haircut. Her little button nose and those mile long lashes. The way she liked to show off her legs in tiny shorts and heels. The way she absentmindedly blew smoke rings while she scribbled on a note pad. It was like she was sitting in front of him. Wait a minute.

She was. Sitting in his smoking spot. Well, it wasn't his but he had carved his name into the tree she was sitting against.

"I'm sorry I took your spot." She had an accent from the islands or Africa or something. "I was really hoping to run into you. You're quite illusive."

"I'm illusive?" Odd smiled, "Trying to talk to you is like trying to catch smoke." She glanced up at him and shrugged. "Speaking of smoke, how did you know this was my spot?"

"I spend a lot of time watching." She stopped scribbling for a moment. "And your spies are terrible."

"Well, they're not spies, they're reporters. One gets paid way more than the other," Odd smiled and sat against a tree facing her.

She held out the joint she was smoking. "It's the least I could offer after stealing your spot."

Odd happily took it. Might as well take it when you can get it. "With all their reporting skills, they couldn't get me your name."

She looked up at him once more, "Nikita Teluman."

"I'm O-" he opened his mouth to introduce himself.

"I already know your name, Odd Della Robbia," she smirked. "You should really get better spies. Isn't first rule of spying not to reveal your employer?" Odd smiled at her comment. Less at the joke and more at the fact that she was interested in him too. "In any case, it is nice to finally meet you, Odd. So, where's that handsome guy you're always hanging out with?"

Odd's face immediately fell. "Which one? William or Ulrich?"

Nikita's face screwed up in thought. "I don't know his name. He's short," she indicated with her hand about a foot off the ground. "Blond hair. Always wears a red collar."

Odd couldn't help but grin. "Oh, you mean Kiwi." He patted his backpack fondly before releasing the dog. "Yeah, he isn't very popular with the ladies. I wouldn't give him an inch. He'll take a mile."

Kiwi ran over to the girl after running a few laps around Odd. He sniffed her foot suspiciously. She extended her hand for him and he sniffed that before accepting a scratch behind the ear. "He's adorable."

"He's my little diggity dog."

She went back to scribbling as they passed the joint back and forth. "Can you two do me a favor?"

"Depends on the favor. I'm an upstanding citizen," Odd joked.

"Can you play fetch with him or something? You don't even have to get up."

Weird request but Odd tossed Kiwi's favorite ball and the little dog went chasing after it. "Like that?"

"Yeah, just act natural. Pretend I'm not here." Easier said than done. But Odd soon got into a rhythm of throwing the ball and congratulating Kiwi when he jumped and caught it. He had a hard time forgetting the girl was sitting under the tree across from him but it soon started to feel more natural. She was quiet. She'd laugh when he told a joke, input her opinion when he asked for it, but otherwise she was silent.

"You know what Nikita, you're a great listener," Odd laughed while he teased Kiwi with the ball and pretend to throw it but Kiwi was too smart for that. He'd look in the direction Odd faked then turn back to his human expectantly. "You're too smart for me, buddy," Odd commended. He then looked over at the girl across from him. Her knees were drawn up into her to create a surface to write on. She looked so focused. "What are you writing?"

"I'm not writing anything," she smiled without looking up. This piqued Odd's interest. He crawled over to he in the most dignified way possible and took a peak at what was on the notepad.

"Holy shit," Odd muttered. On the page was an extremely detailed picture of him lounging against a tree with the biggest grin on his face holding Kiwi up in his arms. The drawn dog looked like its tail could start wagging frantically at any moment. "There's no way that's a drawing," Odd breathed. Nikita smirked and handed him the notepad. He squinted at it closely. Tale-tell graphite marks, eraser stains, and finger print smudges riddled the page. "Holy fucking shit." He looked back at Nikita then at the paper. "This is amazing."

She smiled shyly and looked away. "I couldn't get your smile right so that's why I'm here."

"I'll be your model any day," Odd laughed. He began to flip the page, holding the corner of it lightly. "May I?"

"Go ahead."

Apparently the girl didn't just have a gift for drawing svelte blonds with dogs. There were pictures of dancers in full ballet tutus in studios in front of mirrors with distorted reflections and all. And there were pictures of crowded market places with detailed faces and wares. And airports, and train stations and malls and finally people he recognized. There was a drawing of Sissy and her gang that captured the trio perfectly: Sissy standing over them, making demands, and Herb and Nicholas watching on in confused but love struck awe. Then one of Milly and Tamiya in a bustling hallway crying out what was in today's news. She even caught the individual strands of hair in Tamiya's braids as they glistened in the sun. There was one of Yumi and Ulrich. They looked like they were in one of their usually awkward conversations that was laced with sexual innuendos. A picture of Jeremie and Aelita laughing about something on his laptop jumped out at him. It was one of those canid moments when they got really close and looked like a real couple before they realized what they were doing and shied away from each other.

Then there was one of him and Sam.

Sam looked gorgeous. Amazing. And so happy. Like she could jump off the page and have an in depth conversation about music or movies. Odd, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. It really was a great depiction of their current situation. But looking at the drawing of her reminded him of why he pined after her. And looking at himself, he was reminded of his inability to settle down. He really did think it was in his blood. His parents had an open relationship, after all. Odd's mom always told him that it kept the spark alive.

"These are really amazing, Nikita," Odd grinned and looked up at her. "You should join the art club."

"Is than an official invitation?" Nikita questioned, leaning back against the tree and taking a long drag.

Odd began to laugh. "You don't need an invitation. Just an open mind. The art club kids are a little," he trailed and made a spinning motion with his finger near his temple.

"Aren't we all?" she giggled, exhaling a mouth full of smoke. She was very close. She used coconut oil in her hair and wore a very spicy perfume. He liked it. He wanted to run his tongue down her neck and taste it on her skin.

They were close enough.

Time to fuck up his current relationship. Odd could feel the seconds ticking with his anticipation. He could literally feel them vibrating. In his pants pocket?

"I'm sorry," he excused himself with an index finger and fished his phone from his pocket. "Yes?" he asked in an obnoxiously corporate tone. It was Jeremie. He knew what this was about. "Of course he is," Odd exasperated, "I'll be there in a bit." He shoved his phone back into his pocket and took a calming breath before focusing his attention back on Nikita.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, brow furrowed with concern.

"Everything is perfect," Odd seethed with sarcasm. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go help out a friend."

"Oh ok." She looked sated by that explanation so he didn't go into further detail.

"We should do this again sometime."

"I'd love to," she smiled up at him and tucked her hair behind her ear and letting the sun cast an angelic glow on her. What a stunning smile she had. Why did XANA have to attack at the worst time ever? He couldn't focus on a fight with those alluring lips begging him to be kissed.

He thought about it. Tomorrow was a short day for him. Sam had classes until 4, though. He grinned a mischievous internal grin. "How about tomorrow? Are you free before 4?"

Her head bobbed making her hair tumble from the ear she just forced it behind. "I'm done with classes at 2."

"I'll meet you at the arches near the canteen at 2 then," Odd said as he began to stalk off further into the park. "Wear something revealing," he joked. "And don't forget to sign up for the art club." Nikita nodded and waved him off before he turned away from her. Kiwi yapped after him. He wanted to beat his head against a tree for XANA's horrible timing but instead he called Ulrich to let him know they were under attack.

He was the first one to the factory so he kicked up dust and waited for his friends while Kiwi dozed in a corner. It really didn't take much to tucker that dog out. Aelita showed up next with Yumi so she programmed a virtualization and they were off to the Mountain Sector.

"I have exciting news," Odd announced while the group ran toward the activated tower.

"Oh, and what's that?" Aelita took the bait. Yumi was prepared to ignore the blond knowing he would tell her anyway.

"I want to wait for Ulrich to get here," he smiled. Ulrich was the only one who would understand his predicament. And William maybe. William might give him a "talking to" in front of everyone else to save face but he'd congratulate him in private. "Fuck it! I can't wait!" Odd exclaimed, doing a cartwheel as they ran. "I talked to her!"

"To who?" Yumi questioned. Odd's never ending amount of energy never ceased to amaze her.

"Nikita," Odd said in a slow drawn out way. "The new girl. She's an artist! You should see her drawings. They're so realistic."

"Congratulations," Aelita laughed. "So, is she the new one?"

Odd sighed dreamily. "She might be. I'm meeting her again tomorrow."

"And what about Sam?" Yumi voiced, irritably.

Odd's smile faded in thought. What about Sam? He really liked her. Maybe even loved her. But he wanted to explore. He was young and so restless and-

"Guys?" Jeremie announced his presence on the super computer. "I'm sending Ulrich. William has an exam then he'll be here."

"An exam? In what?" Yumi questioned. Odd glanced at the woman. Apparently something wasn't adding up in her book. He couldn't wait for that argument.

"If William doesn't have to be here, then I don't have to be here," Odd announced. "Devirtualize me!" he demanded stopping his run to make himself an easy target. Maybe if he hurried, Nikita would still be there.

"Stop being so dramatic," Ulrich smiled as he was virtualized behind him. Odd huffed and continued running after his best friend.

"Wait! Ulrich! I have huge news!" Odd called, remembering himself.

"What's up?" Ulrich questioned.

"You're coming upon four krabs guarding the tower," Jeremie announced.

"One each," Ulrich joked. Just then, a laser sailed past him.

They all went into battle mode, focusing on their goals. A fresh crowd of kankrelats spawned once they were down to one krab. Perfect. Ulrich took a shot for Yumi leaving only three of them.

"That was cute," Odd commented as he changed his aim to the new enemies.

"There are too many of them," Yumi cried.

Odd cursed to himself. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck here, waiting for William to come rescue them. "I think I can get you through, princess," Odd announced.

"Don't risk it," Jeremie's voice warned from on high.

Odd growled inadvertently and took out four kankrelats in one round of laser arrows. "Princess, I can get you through," he rephrased, reminding them that he was just as strong as Ulrich and William. He didn't need a sword. Aelita nodded and took flight toward the activated tower. Odd continued to shoot while Yumi took aim, taking out her enemies at a much slower rate.

"Can we go now?" Odd sighed once Aelita was in the tower.

"Geez, so much attitude today," Yumi rolled her eyes and happily devirtualized him.

When the group converged near the supercomputer, Ulrich stepped in front of Odd. "What'd you want to tell me?"

Odd's funk flew up the service elevator and out into the atmosphere and a wide grin spread across his lips. "I talked to her." He was replaying the whole encounter in his mind as he spoke.

"Her her?" Ulrich's brows shot up. Odd nodded. "What'd you do? What'd you say?" Ulrich asked almost excitedly. His roommate had talked of nothing but this girl for the past two weeks. Odd's new crush was the most drama Ulrich had ever let himself be inserted into: listening as Odd prattled on about her kaleidoscope green eyes, fantasize about her sucking him off with her plump lips, imagining what it was like to have those long legs over his shoulders. It was enough to give a guy a hard on. Odd had a unique way with words.

"She said I was the illusive one like I wasn't spending every moment trying to talk to her! And she's an artist and we passed a joint while she drew me and Kiwi. She's amazing! It was so detailed. I thought it was a photo. And she drew you and Yumi and Jeremie and Aelita. She even made Sissy look pretty! And she laughed at my jokes. Even that one about the dish soap! And she said we can meet again tomorrow."

Ulrich only laughed and tried to process what his mile a minute talking friend was saying. "I think I'll have to get the full story later but it sounds like you two were made for each other. If only you didn't have a pesky girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'm going to have to do something about that," Odd sighed.

"It's an issue for another day," Ulrich assured him and wound his arm around his shoulders.

Thank you for reading! Reviews are always welcome!