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Todd bit his lip before opening the door and began to pick at his navy blue shirt unable to rest still. Neil had been avoiding him for fifteen days and it left Todd feeling more estranged then ever before. Maybe it was a sort of test, Neil wanted him in the club but he had said that Todd had to do more then just say he was in, he had to actually act upon something. Todd sighed placing a light hand on the plain wood door supposing whatever he was going to do was going to end up being related to Carpe Diem and that should count for something. With a last look around the barren hallway with a guilty look, he pushed open his shared room praying he wasn't going to loose his nerve.

Neil was sitting on the window ledge staring out into the void while the afternoon sun lit his features delicately. He had also seen Todd enter through the reflection of the glass and almost simultaneously felt the bubbly heat rise in the pit of his stomach and cursed himself for it. He rubbed his temples and Todd watched him quietly sitting on his bed. Why is he here? He still needed time. Time to test, think, evaluate, re-evaluate and finally conclude. Conclude what? It all sounded decently simple but, it wasn't. There was hardly anytime to breathe in this school. Class after class, assignment after assignment, not to mention the outrageous scrapes Charlie would push people into and the fighting Cameron always seemed to start. Then there was Todd. Most of this was around Todd and Neil needed room.

He rose from his window seat and saying nothing he turned away from Todd making his way to the door. His mind a complete blur, or pit, or his mind falling into a pit, either way, Neil's soundless rejection set off panic. In his rapid onset desperation, he almost instinctually reached out and grabbed the hem of Neil's loose red tartan shirt.

"Neil, wait!" He spoke with urgent clear in his voice. "Please, d-don't go, not yet…" He half pleaded, nonetheless Neil stopped with no reply, still feeling Todd's tight pull at his shirt. Through the thick silence that smothered the room, Todd lost his nerve proceeding to reluctantly let the red fabric slip soundlessly from his grasp and his hand return limply to his side.

"Todd I need to go—" Neil spoke fast only to cut himself off. I somehow feel I deserve to feel uncomfortable right now...

He shook his head, a hand immediately at the base of his neck in a fidgety fashion waiting for whatever was to happen next.

"Why are you avoiding me Neil?" At this, Neil mentally swore and clenched his hands mistakenly scratching the back of his neck with his fingernails and let out a hiss and checked a few times if he was bleeding, each time increasing the sting.

"Ah, ow. I'm not avoiding you."

Todd blinked at him and crossed his arms. "Bitch. Yes you are." Neil froze momentarily and recovered so smoothly, it was like chocolate sauce on ham. Neil jutted one hip out and snapped his fingers in Todd's face.

"Oh don't even go there girlfriend, d'you think I'd been seen anywhere with you in that JAMF suit?" They looked at each other, both twisting their mouths in shapes to avoid everything but a smile and Todd turned away.

"Bitch please, to be honest, I was avoiding you. You damn executive action transvestite."

"Hey!" Neil yelled at him defensively. "It took me many…uh…many long years of toil, sweat, bras and wedgies to achieve such an honorary title!" Off-story Thyme had slapped a hand to her forehead as Neil and Todd continued.

"Watevah! Wateva! I do wha I want!" Todd waved his hands in Neil's face with a sassy attitude before he crumpled and looked as if he was about to cry. "I still just can't believe you told me that my twin sister was prettier than me!" And he exploded in to loud, dry and over-dramatic sobs. Neil moved towards him with a consoling hand and suddenly changed his mind.

"Well why don't you work out so you look like her?" Todd couldn't contain some appreciative laughter and masked it, looking up at Neil, taking him completely off-guard with what he did next.

Right now, I, the narrator in the voice of Charlie Dalton, will explain one of the best advantages of being a character. Remember in chapter one when I explained about the two doors? How one leads to the magical story world? Well, you see us characters have a certain power in our own domain that never is exercised in the "formal" version of the story that's uploaded on to . This is why we love Pulchritude; she's the only author that cuts us some slack. The "story world" to us is a bit like the Imagionationland of South Park meaning that we can conjure up whatever we want, whenever we want. It's a fearsome power to bestow on teenage boys, I know. It's also one of the reasons Thyme has so much trouble writing. Anyway, back to the story.

Neil found himself in a bikini top and denim mini skirt with small, very small, pigtails in his hair. "I said it before, and now I mean it. Bitch." Todd however, couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard.

"You look so painfully hot!" Todd managed to get out in between his constant laughter and Neil glared.

"So you think this is funny do you?" He growled and suddenly Todd's incessant laughter was cut off and he was frozen within a block of ice, looking utterly horrified. Neil gently patted the ice wit a sympathetic smile. "Talk about brain freeze…" He smirked as Todd's eyes swerved in his direction, silently cursing blue murder at him. The ice block cracked and flew in an explosion on places as Todd fell to the floor on his hands an knees, panting and shivering heavily.

"I am going to bestow the greatest, the absolute greatest punishment I could ever inflict on anyone…" Todd panted as he looked ruefully up to his smirking and confident opponent.

"Do your worst." Neil challenged with a shrug of his bare shoulders. Todd grinned and remained silent, looking up to Neil with sharp eyes. All of a sudden Neil froze, his eyes widening and his hands suddenly pulled back at his hair and he threw back his head screaming, "NOOO!!! OH GOD! OH GOD NO!! OH GOD NO IT BURNS!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! WHY GOD? WHYYYY?!" he began running around in circles, clawing at his head as Todd sat on the floor completely satisfied. There was nothing worse then having Pussycat Doll's Don't cha stuck in one's head.

"Reap it Neil, reap it." His victory was short-lived however as he felt a sharp pain where his ear normally was. "O wow owowowowowowowowowowowowow Thyme! Let go!" She dragged him up by his ear and deftly caught Neil's and dragged the two Off-story and to the door.

"You guys," She glowered, "Are the bane of my existence," The listened to her, wincing and eyes watering as she continued to lambaste them into submission. "I have reviews, few but still, reviewers telling me to update my Dead Poets Society stories, I just deleted my Young Guns one but those cowboys were a hell of a lot easier to deal with that you. Now," Her tone turned sweet and sugary as she wore a sharp smile that would send the sane running for the hills. "You guys, need to get your acts together or so help me Austen you two will become the next Vincent Van Goghs!" and with that, she promptly threw them through the door an stomped off angrily. I need some goddamn ice cream.

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha, don't chaaaaaaaa
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha, don't chaaaaaaaaa

You know it's the truth…¬ ________¬