Okay...this fic is weird. I didn't think I'd post it, but hey, here I am...

Wanna know what (one sided) ship it's gonna be? I've got one clue for you: Aston and Demi. Yeah. It's weird.

But it's ONE SIDED! That's the key word.

Yupyup.

BTW, thanks to BlackCherry667 (Yeah, I know, everybody thakns her J!) for writing the first post-series-everybody's together-fic. And thanks to phred doesn't like you for writing the first fic with this ship. Except mine is one sided. Yeah. So, go read A Love That Was Lost and the sequel and Sunny's Wedding.

Yeah.

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2/23—I'm posting more to this chapter. I thought it sounded dumb. By the way, I noticed I spelled Ashton's named wrong!!! How could I do that? Anyway, his name is ASHTON KOOTCHER. That was joke. Haha. Okay. I'm not funny...**sigh**

I know it's Kutcher. I'm not an idiot.

Well, not when it comes to the names of cute celebrities...

            "Can I do your nails, too?" Violet Baudelaire asked her younger sister, Sunny, as she pulled a brush through the younger girl's hair.

            Sunny shrugged. "Sure." She was glad Violet was happy. Violet was pretty moody sometimes. But, then again, she was a teenager. Weren't they supposed to be moody or something?

            Sunny liked teenagers. Her brother and sister were both teenagers. It seemed like the most amazing thing in the world. They all wore the coolest clothes and had their own cool music and their own cool language. And they had the most amazing ideas.

            Like right now, for example. Violet was giving Sunny a makeover.

            "Ow!" Violet had raked the brush through a particularly knotty area of hair. "Can you put it back in something dIfferent from my pigtails?"

            Violet sighed. "Sunny, you've always had pigtails. They're so nice on you!"

            Sunny shook her head, causing the brush bristles to rake along her neck. "Please?"

            "No." Violet started parting her sister's hair. "C'mon! It's so nice this way."

            Sunny groaned. She didn't want to be nice. Nice was so...so banal, so mediocre. So boring. She'd learned the big words from her brother, who was also lucky enough to be a teenager. He used a lot of big words with his girlfriend, Isadora, which Sunny thought was terribly sophisticated. Older siblings were so cool.

            Violet had a boyfriend, too. Boyfriends were extremely cool. After song countdowns on the radio, they were probably the coolest things in the entire world. Oh, and after teenagers, of course.

            Violet's boyfriend was named Quigley Quagmire. He was very cool, Sunny  decided, very cool. His sister, Isadora, was dating Sunny's brother, Klaus. So it all worked out perfectly. Violet and Quigley and Klaus and Isadora would go out on nights when Duncan, who was the Quagmire's brother, would baby-sit Sunny. Duncan was on the school newspaper. It was a high school newspaper, the same school Sunny's siblings went to. Sometimes Duncan would leave to go to school newspaper meetings, leaving Sunny by herself in the Quagmire triplet's house.

            That was also very cool.

            Violet started painting Sunny's nails with clear polish. It felt kind of cold through her fingernail. "Good," said Violet when she finished, "now let it dry."

            "Can I do your nails?" asked Sunny hopefully.

            "No, sorry." Violet loved giving Sunny makeovers, but she never let Sunny give her any makeovers. That could be extremely annoying. "I have a date tomorrow," she added.

            Sunny nodded. She hoped Duncan had a school newspaper meeting. Being alone was very grown up and teenager-ish, very cool. Besides, Duncan was a bad babysitter. All he did was keep the door to his room shut and turn up music very loud. Or he would go downstairs to talk to people on the computer. He let Sunny do whatever she wanted. No, she decided, he was a good babysitter.

            "We're going to the movies," added Violet. Sunny didn't ask any questions.

            She didn't need to, anyway. Violet always wrote excellent descriptions in her diary. Violet kept her diary in her pillowcase, except for when she slept, when it was slid under her dresser. Sunny was very good at detective work.

            She liked reading about Nancy Drew. Nancy Drew was a teenager, she was also a detective. It would be very cool to be a detective. Nancy Drew even had a boyfriend. His name was Ned.

            "Anyway," said Violet, "I need to do my homework." Teenagers had a lot of homework. "Can you go tell Klaus to get off the phone with Isadora? He has homework, too."

            Sunny shrugged and rolled off Violet's bed. She liked it when Violet let her in her room. Violet had a cool room.

            The word cool was an extremely cool word.

            Klaus was downstairs in the kitchen, listening into the phone. He had an interesting look on his face. Sunny stared at it wistfully. She couldn't wait to be a teenager.

            "Oh, sorry," he said suddenly. "Sunny's here, I guess Violet sent her. I gotta hang up." He paused. "OF course I'll call you back." He paused some more. "Yeah, me too. Bye."

            He hung up. "Violet says—" Sunny began.

            "Yeah, I know." He pushed past her out the door, going upstairs to his room.

            Sunny shrugged. Sometimes teenagers were weird.

            She went back up to her room to get her Nancy Drew book.

            Violet sang along with the radio as she drove towards the Quagmire's house. Sunny squirmed in the backseat. Duncan had a newspaper meeting, so they were just going to dump her at the Quagmire's for about a zillion hours. She had three Nancy Drew books in her lap, and her pigtails were so tight they hurt her scalp.

            "Okay," Violet said, parking the car and hurrying them out. "Sunny, after Duncan leaves, don't light the stove. Don't let in any strangers. Don't answer the phone unless it's us."

            "I don't think they have caller ID,' she said, ringing the doorbell.

            "You'll know If it's us. Trust your intuition."

            Sunny shrugged. "Okay."

            Isadora opened the door. "Oh hi!" she said. She kissed Klaus on the cheek. "C'mon, let's go. Okay? We're already kind of late."

            "I know," said Violet as she pushed Sunny inside. "Sorry. I was in the shower."

            "It's okay," said Quigley as he followed Isadora onto the porch. "Hi, Klaus."

            "Hi."

            Violet grinned at him. "Hi, boyfriend."

            "Hey."

            They looked like they were about to kiss. Sunny couldn't wait to see that happen. She loved it in movies, when they kissed. Especially If it was near the end of the movie, and the kiss was long and there was music playing.

            "Hi, Sunny," said Isadora pointedly, nudging her brother, who blushed.

            "Oh, yeah, uh, hi Sunny. Nice, um, pigtails."

            Sunny felt a kind of intense fluttering in her stomach. She had nice pigtails! She fingered one. "Thanks."

            Quigley shrugged. For one brief second, she was looking him right in the eye. The strange fluttering persisted. Maybe it was the peanut butter sandwich Violet had made her eat in about five seconds before they left.

            That was probably it. The fluttering. It was caused probably by her sandwich, she decided. Case closed.

            Quigley turned to whisper something to Violet, who blushed. The fluttering went away.

            "You sure you'll be okay, Sunny?" asked Klaus.

            Sunny shrugged in what she hoped was a cool, teenager-ish way. "Whatever. I've done this before. No big deal."

            "Okay..." said Violet slowly. She looked worried. But Violet was eager to leave, and that eventually won her over. "Bye. You know how to reach us."

            They were gone.

            Sunny stepped into the house. Duncan was in the hallway, putting on his jacket.

            "Hi," she said.

            "Hey. Sorry, I gotta go. Don't blow up the house or whatever."

            Duncan left.

            Sunny smiled to herself. Alone. What would she do first...?

The romance is coming up. I PROMISE!!! Honestly. I couldn't post something and have it not be romance. I'd break out in a rash...