(Omigod! Raven likes Jagger! Lets see what happens next! BTW, never meant for this to happen! PM me if you have an idea on this, PLEASE HELP ME! Sorry for the long update! XD

Also, if you're confused with which roles Alexander and Jagger play, this may help.

Alexander=The Mad Hatter/Hatta

Jagger=The Cheshire Cat/Ches

Raven=Alice)

FLASHBACK: "I love Jagger! And that's final!"-Raven Madison. (Gonna do this from now on at the start of each chapter.)

(Hatta's POV)

I couldn't believe my ears! Raven just said that she hates me, yet she loves that cat? I couldn't understand anything! Not a single thing! The pieces of this puzzle were not fitting at all! How in the underworld am I going to make her like me? She said she'll never learn to accept me, but the author- (A/N: DON'T SPILL THE WHOLE PLOT AWAY! WHY THE HECK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING THIS? IT'S TO GIVE OUR READERS A GOOD STORY WITH FLOATING CATS, CRAZY GUYS, AND LOVE TRIANGLES!)- never mind that last thing. The point is that I need to make her love me at the end of this story, or the author will commit virtual suicide!

I hung my head low, not wanting to see them. My hands in fists. I felt tears come to my eyes, and I let the streams of tears flow down my cheeks. I was miserable and felt horrible about myself. The woman I loved was in the arms of my long-time nemesis.

Then again, I was the one who made her hate me. It was all my fault. I had no idea what to do! (A/N: Can ya guys help me? Just review your ideas on what Hatta should do in the comments if you have any. *Goes on knees*. Please! I'm begging here!)

It was quiet for a minute or so. Jagger was the one to break the silence.

"Yo, Hatta!" I quickly wiped away my tears with my sleeve and looked up. Raven had her eyes closed and Jagger was holding her bridal style. I was flabbergasted. (A/N: BIG WORD! XD) I didn't hear a scream, so Jagger probably didn't bite her (he's is the same as me and my cousin, a dhampir [A/N: Dhampir means half-vampire if you didn't already know. There are a lot of people who don't know what it means.]), yet. This made me want to protect her even more."You gonna stand there all night looking all sad like, or are we gonna get a move on to my mansion?"

What th "Why the hell are we going to your house, you dirty pervert?"

"Because your house is a crumbling shack and that stupid tea table of yours," Ouch. Guess I deserved that one, "while I have a big mansion that was handed down from generation to generation. And may I mention that my lovely abode may only be a couple hundred years old," he continued, "it's in really good condition. Yours is barely a year old and it's already falling apart. Now, shall we go to my beautiful mansion that has more than enough bed and bathrooms, or to your crummy shack that doesn't even have a front yard?"

Damn, he makes a pretty good point! I have to add that to my mental list of reasons why I hate him. I think this may be number one hundred and two or three.

"Well, what's your answer?" said the one who drives me madder than the Mad Hare who's always at my tea parties. Also known as my annoying dhampir cousin, Claude.

"I guess we'll go to your place."

"Because . . ." Seriously. He was seriously making me do this? God, he's so annoying!

". . . because my place is crappy and compact while yours is awesome and spacious, " I reluctantly said. Man he's agitating.

"Very good."

I thought I heard someone with a high voice giggle. I looked over to Raven to see a smile on her face. And here I thought she was sleeping. She's just napping. I understand. It's ,like, one-thirty in the morning now. I pushed her in (which I regret) at midnight. I don't know how long she's been up before that, but I'm betting she's been up a long time. A smirk came across my face. I had a plan.

(Jagger's POV)

I didn't believe it. She liked me. She really liked me! And I like-liked her, too. (A/N: Me-Why didn't you say 'love'? Jagger-Guys don't say that word! Me-Alexander did. Jagger-Oh, shut the fuq up, vampialuva! Me-Ah! Jagger has a potty mouth! Someone get the soap! *Shoves a bar of soap in Jagger's mouth.* Jagger-*spits out soap.* Oh fine, I'll say it.)

"I love you, too," I whispered softly into her ear so only she could hear it. I'm guessing my lips had a mind of their own, because the next thing I knew my lips were on hers. I was a little embarrassed at first, but she and I soon fell into the kiss. We broke apart to see a crying Hatter. She giggled softly. 'She is so cute when she giggles,' I thought.

She yawned. "I sleepy." I don't think she could have said it any cuter than that. I can't believe how adorable she was. She even rubbed one of her eyes like a little kid, which was too adorable for me to handle! I was just glad I didn't gush all over her and saying stuff like, 'SO KEY-UTE!'

"Go to sleep. I'll carry to you to the place where we are going. Close your eyes and rest." I whispered.

She nodded and closed her eyes. I lifted her up in my arms. Man. Her angelic face was even more beautiful when she slept. Her long, dark eyelashes and lovely jet black hair were in sharp contrast with her snowy white skin. There was a gorgeous pink blush on her cheeks, which gave her that cute little kid look. Her hair may have been jagged, had split ends and dirt, but it could have been belonged to an angel. What am I saying? She is an angel! And don't get me started on those lushes black lips of hers. (A/N: Jagger, this fic is only rated T! Remember that.)

I finally said something to get that stupid softy out of his thoughts. "Yo, Hatta!" He looked up. "You gonna stand there all night looking all sad like or are we gonna get a move on to my mansion?"

My family has lived here in Underland ever since Underland was created. We have this huge three story (not including the spacious attic) mansion with ten bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, two kitchens, three living rooms, and each living floor had a labyrinth of hallways.

"Why the hell are we going to your house, you dirty pervert?" Why did he call me that?

"Because your house is a crumbling shack and that stupid tea table of yours, while I have big mansion that was handed down from generation to generation. And may I mention that my lovely abode may only be a couple hundred years old, it's in really good condition. Yours is barely a year old and it's already falling apart. Now, shall we go to my lovely mansion that has more than enough bed and bathrooms, or to your crummy shack that doesn't even have a front yard?" I wondered if that got through that thick, old, raggedy hat of his. When he didn't speak up, I said, "Well, what's your answer?"

He finally spoke. "I guess we'll go to your place."

I decided to have a little fun. "Because . . ." I started. Man, this was going to be good.

" . . . because my place is crappy and compact while yours is awesome and spacious." Ha-ha! God, I wish I caught this on tape! This was so funny!

"Very good," I said to him like he was a puppy.

Suddenly Raven giggled a little. It was so KEY-UTE! Hatta looked over to her and smirked. I just hope he didn't have anything devilish in that mad mind of his.

All of a sudden, a song started playing out of nowhere. And a pretty good one, too.

The song continued on for a couple more minutes, then stopped. Then a minute later, it started again. Odd. Songs usually played once, then continued onto another song. Unless this was a ring tone for a phone, and someone was trying to reach that person. But my ring tone is the Super Mario Bros. theme, and Hatta's is the Full Metal Alchemist theme song. I had no idea where it was coming from.

"MY CELL PHONE! I LEFT MY CELL BACK IN THE MEDOW!" She, all of a suddenly, screamed.

(Raven's POV)

I couldn't believe what I just said. I knew I had though it in my head, but I hadn't planed on saying it out loud! I got so embarrassed! Then Jagger whispered softly into my ear, "I love you, too."

He gently placed his lips on mine for a brief moment. When we broke, we heard a silent sobbing a few yards away. We looked over to see Hatta crying like his cat just died. (Does he have a cat?)

I thought it was cute, so I giggled a little. Though he may have liked me, I hated him. (A/N: But you fiction readers know why. It was all in the last chapter.)

Suddenly, I felt a wave of sleepiness over me. I decided to be a little cute for Jagger. So I yawned and whispered, "I sleepy," and rubbed one of my eyes, trying to look as cute as possible. (By the way, I took drama, and I was Ms. Vermilion's favorite student. I was an A+ student. Woo-hoo!) I had NO idea why I wanted to be cute, I just felt like it. I guess the child in me is trying to get out.

"Go to sleep. I'll carry to you to the place where we are going. Close your eyes and rest." he whispered.

I just simply nodded my head and closed my eyes. I felt Jagger lift me up into his arms, my arms still around his neck. I felt at ease and safe with Jagger holding me. I was almost asleep when Jagger spoke.

"Yo, Hatta! You gonna stand there all night looking all sad like or are we gonna get a move on to my mansion?"

Jagger had a mansion? Awesome! I wondered what it would be like. Looks like I had to wait to find out.

"Why the hell are we going to your house, you dirty pervert?" That stupid Hatta's the friggin' pervert! Not Jagger! Ches is too thoughtful to be a perv!

"Because your house is a crumbling shack and that stupid tea table of yours, while I have a big mansion that was handed down from generation to generation. And may I mention that my that my lovely abode may only be a couple hundred years old, it's in really good condition. Yours is barely a year old and it's already falling apart! Now, shall we go to my lovely mansion that has more than enough bed and bathrooms, or to your crummy shack that doesn't even have a front yard?"

Wow. Jagger is quite the persuasive man. Now I really want to see what Jagger's home is like. I imagined it as a mini Dracula's castle with Gothic furniture in the interior. Oh, I couldn't wait!

When Hatta didn't speak, Ches said, "Well, what's your answer?"

Then he spoke. "I guess we'll go to your place."

"Because . . ." Was Jagger going to make Hatta say something humiliating! I hoped so. He deserves it.

" . . . because my place is crappy and compact while yours is spacious and awesome." Oh, wow! He did deserve that! That is so funny!

"Very good." Jagger said to him like a puppy.

I just HAD to giggle. Again, Hatta deserved it for stealing my kiss-ginity!

Then suddenly, I hear this song.

Boys and girls of ev'ry age,

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see,

This our town of Halloween.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween,

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,

Trick or Treat until the neighbors die of fright-

That was MY ring tone! Then I remembered. I screamed, "MY CELL PHONE! I LEFT MY CELL BACK IN THE MEADOW!"

"Ow . . ." Jagger whined.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, Jagger. I didn't mean to make your ears bleed. Can you forgive me?" I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. (A/N: gotta remember to stop with the fluffiness! I'm starting to get sick. XP)

"WHAT? CAN YA TALK A LITTLE LOUDER? I CAN'T HEAR YOU." He has to practically yell to hear himself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make your ear bleed. Can you forgive me?" I said a little louder this time.

"Of course I forgive you."

"Gag me already, wontcha? I'm gonna vomit over here if you two keep up with the fluffiness. Remember what vampialuva said about this fic being to fluffy." You can probably guess that was Hatta complaining.

Now where were was I? Oh, now I remember!

"Jagger?"

"Yes, my darling Raven?"

"JAGGER! RAVEN! HOLD ON THE FLUFF!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and said, "Nyah!" I turned back to Jagger. "So isn't there somewhere we have to be or what?"

"Oh yeah. C'mon! lets go to my hundred acre property!"

"You just love to rub it in my face that your place is better than mine, huh Jagger?"

"Mm-hmm."

(Well, sorry again for the long update! I hope this lengthy chapter helps! REVIEW!)