This is more of a Prologue chapter,

telling the story of the couple before

they start on the having of many kids. Also, I have tried to work a plot into this one, so yay for that.

And no, I am not insane for trying to

do two of these at the same time.

Name : Evangeline Mae Lovelace

Aspiration : Knowledge

Secondary Aspiration : Romance

Turn Ons : Red hair/Creativity

Turn Off : Cologne Personality :

Aquarius (4,4,4,7,6) Hobby : Nature

LTW : Max 7 Skills

Name : Peregrine Leo Oseransky

Aspiration : Fortune Secondary Aspiration

: Popularity Turn Ons : Custom

hair/Make up Turn Off : Smell Personality : Leo

(4,10,4,4,3) Hobby : Music &

Dance

LTW : Become The Law

I stare up at the door with an odd cocktail of dread and excitement building

up in my stomach. Part of my thrills at the idea of

college; being free from my parents and in a place

of learning where I can fully express myself.

But then again, being away from my parents

protection and at the mercy of my classmates

for the first time in my life...yeah, that's scary.

Falling into a vat of crocodiles scary.

You see, I've always been that kid who everyone else hated, for one key

reason; my eyes. I'm one quarter alien, meaning I'm

not alien enough for the aliens to respect me, but

I'm too alien for the humans to like me either. I'm a total outcast. Never had a friend, never been invited to a party, never

been on a date...it sucks.

But, maybe, things will be different here...

Maybe.

Not wanting to wait around and find out if

people here are as cruel as those back

home, I duck into my room. It's bland and

overly cream. Utterly depressing. It doesn't

suit me or my electric blue hair at all. As

soon as possible I am going to have to get

some posters and stuff to brighten it up

a bit.

I will never be able to survive four years in this glorified tomb.

When I run out of things to do in my

room, I get fidgety. I've never been one

for just sitting around doing nothing.

So, taking a deep breath and trying to

calm my nerves, I walk upstairs to the

communal study area. Peeking around the banister, I see only

one other person there, a guy on his

own playing chess. He doesn't even look up as I trip into view.

Taking this as an omen, I move to the

bookcase.

I find something to read fast. A beaten

copy of Philip Pullman's Northern

Lights, one of my favourite books.

But even as I start to read, I cannot ignore the fact that there is

someone else there. I don't feel eyes on the

back of my neck...I just feel acutely

aware that I'm not alone, and it's not a

pleasant feeling.

After a while I hear him move. Glancing

over my shoulder I see him sat on an

armchair, also reading. Quickly I look away, afraid

that he might notice me staring at him.

He's actually rather good looking. Very

good looking.

Shaking my head I turn back to Lyra's adventures. Stupid

Eva. No point in noticing who the

good looking guys are; none of them

will ever be interested in

someone like me.

Feeling the familiar melancholic

depression that tints me life begin to sink in again, I go to put

the book away, before I start crying.

'Hi.'

I start, rabbit in headlights. A pair of

sharp green eyes is fixed on me, curiosity

making them brighter. I glance

around, looking for someone else, but it's

just me and him.

'Are you okay?' he asks, concerned, putting down his

book and beginning to rise.

Desperately I nod, not wanting him to...keep paying

attention to me. 'I'm fine,' I squeak, before

running away, back down to my room.

Gods, I am such a moron.

I make it downstairs with no incidents. Crap! Why did he

have to talk to me?

Freaked out and panicked, I do what I

always do when worried; eat.

Unfortunately the canteen food is far

from desirable, and I find myself just

stirring it, round and round the bowl.

'Food's crap, huh?'

I start upright to see him opposite me, the guy from before. My cheeks fan to flame.

'Uh huh,' I reply, staring back down at my bowl. There are half a dozen empty

tables. Why is he sat with me?

'I'm Peregrine,' he offers through a

mouthful of burnt chilli. 'Peregrine

Leo Oseransky, but everyone calls me

Oz.'

I'm sure that my eyes are bulging, but

my parents brought me up properly. 'I'm

Evangeline, but I prefer Eva.'

He nods, clearly pleased that I'm talking to him.

'That's a nice name. Better than

Peregrine!' He pulls a face.

We sit in silence for a while, before the

words burst from me. I can't stop it. I

don't even realize I've said it until it's

over and I cannot recall the words.

'Why are you talking to me?'

He looks hurt. 'You want me to leave?'

I shake my head quickly, appalled by

the suggestion. 'No! I just...wondered. I

mean...why would you want to talk to

me?'

His expression softens, becoming far

too sweet. 'You looked lost and alone.

Plus, and don't hate me for saying this,

you're hot!'

Frowning I mull over his words. 'I'm not

hot,' I correct after a while. 'I'm a freak.'

'What?'

'The eyes.'

That makes him grin. 'I think they're

awesome. Do you get teased about them a

lot?'

I shrug, staring at my food again. 'Teased is

too tame a discription.'

He nods knowingly. 'Sure. But I'm sure people here will be

more openminded. I didn't even notice

your eyes at first. It was the hair.'

I smile. 'That's why I did it. I dyed my hair blue in the hope that

people wouldn't notice my eyes so

quickly.'

I listen to myself talking and begin to frown again. Since

when have I been so chatty? But talking to

Oz feels...natural. I don't have to work at

it, like I do with everyone else.

Weird.

We sit there talking about anything and

everything until I notice the time.

'I really should go,' I say, glancing at my long empty bowl. 'I

have stuff to do before class tomorrow.'

He nods. 'Me too...I guess.'

Reluctantly, I stand. I want to spend

more time with him, another shock.

Usually lacking in social skills, I am

surprised at myself.

'See you around,' he calls as I leave.

'Sure.'

I sit there in my room, staring at my

computer screen. Wow. I don't know why he bothered to

try to be nice to me, but it was nice that

he did. It makes me feel...warm,

buoyant.

Maybe things won't be so bad here after all, if more people

are like Oz.

I write little before I give up, too

distracted to work.

The next morning is not as good. I sit

down for breakfast, and as soon as I'm

down, the other chair at the table

scrapes out, and this horse-faced girl sits

down.

'You're Evangeline Lovelace, right?' she demands, glaring at

me.

'Eva,' I say.

'Whatever,' she rudely says,

dismissively rolling her eyes. 'You're that freaky alien

halfbreed, right?'

Fear hits my stomach like a brick. 'One

quarter alien,' I mutter into my chest,

afraid to look up.

'I don't know how you're brave enough

to come out in public. If I was you I'd just

lock myself away and never come out

again.'

With her point made, she gets up and

flounces off, leaving me dejected and just

as depressed as when I arrived.

Great.

'She said what?'

Later, over lunch, I tell Oz what

happened. He glares over his shoulder at the girl, who sticks

up her nose and scowls back.

'It doesn’t matter much,' I whisper. 'I get it all the time.'

'Doesn't make it right,' he says

adamantly. 'Just ignore bitches like

that. She's just jealous that you're easily the prettiest girl here, and she

looks like Camilla Parker Bowls.'

'So, other than her, anyone else given you

any hassle?'

I shake my head. 'I haven't really spoken to

anyone else.'

Thankfully he doesn't press the issue

anymore. I'm glad. I really don't want to

start crying in front of him.

He begins to tell me a story about his

childhood. He was adopted as a baby, after his parents were killed

in a car accident. I quickly apologize, but

he shrugs it off.

'My Mum and Dad, the ones I was given too,

are the best people imaginable. Sure, I

sometimes miss my bio parents, but I never

really knew them. Casey and Ted are

amazing. They're old. They were in their

fifties when I went to them, but they've

always been there for me. I never really

needed anything else when I had them.'

I feel jealousy sting deeply. My parents

were never there for me. Dad ran out

when I was still a kid and mother

hated me for being a freak. The idea of

loving parents is one of those things I

grew up wanting, but never got.

I let him go on about his family,

hoping that he never asks about my

parents. He doesn't, and as soon as I can

I rush off to class.

It will be a long time before I'm ready to talk to

anyone about my family, even Oz.

While I don't get along with my

mother, my father's side of the family always fascinated me. As a little girl Dad would tell me stories that his dad

told him about space and aliens and the stars. All that kind of stuff. I love it. I

was still a small girl when I learnt how to

map the skies at night, how to work a

telescope and find what I needed to

see.

At first it was a hobby. When Dad

left it turned into an obsession. I want to

know who I am. Where I came from.

If it's all worth the hell I have to pay.

And I can still hope that maybe there's a

family waiting for me out there.

I spend a lot of time outside, especially at night. I've never

been a daytime person. My fair skin burns easily and the light bounces off of

my eyes in weird ways. Plus I can

never wake up in the mornings, and take

that morning grogginess through

the day until the sun goes down.

Being a night person has another

advantage; there's no one around to

stare. Sure, there is always someone up in the dorm, but at

night everyone's too tired to bother with

teasing me.

It's nice.

With autumn now firmly set in, there's a lot to do outside at

night. Like playing in the leaves,

something I always used to do at home, no matter how mad

it made Mum.

I'm the first to admit that when I'm

concentrating on something, I'm

pretty much dead to the world. So I

never even heard him approach. After raking up the leaves,

I turn and there he is, just sitting there.

Swallowing my scream, I walk over to him, annoyed to

have been caught off guard. What if it

had been someone scarier than Oz?

'Hey?' I say quietly.

He leaps up, grinning. 'What are you doing

out here?'

Shrugging, I look at my feet. As close as we

have grown, I am still a nervous ball of shyness

around him. Idiot. 'I like it out here at night.

It's peaceful.'

His grin grows. 'Well, I heard that there was going to be a meteor shower tonight. I see you on that telescope

sometimes, so I figured it was something you

were interested in.'

I nod excitedly. 'It is.'

'So, wanna watch the stars with me?'

My heart pounds at the thought, but I control it

fiercely. He's just a friend. An extremely

attractive, kind, shirtless friend.

Oh, why did he have to be so good-looking?

And shirtless?

We lay down side by side on the ground,

him guiding me when I falter slightly.

Staring up at the sky, I can barely

concentrate, feeling his warmth against

my side.

When his arm goes around me, pulling me into his chest, I freeze. What is he

doing? His easy grin warms me as he

looks down at me.

'Look!' he demands softly, pointing.

But I can't, too blinded by his face and his closeness. Too enraptured by the sky, he doesn't seem to notice that

my eyes never leave his face, which is

good.

As good as it feels to be curled up against

him, I worm my way out of his grasp and

sit up. Propped on one elbow, he

watches me, confused.

'Something wrong?'

Yes. 'No. I'm just tired.'

Like the idiotic coward I am, I run

away, again. He must think I'm insane, which is a plus,

because I am.

It's stupid and childish, but after that night I begin to

avoid him, as much as possible. Considering we

live in the same building, it's surprisingly easy, almost

like he's avoiding me in the same way. That thought

makes my chest ache, but I ignore it.

It's almost two months before we have any kind of

contact. Taking advantage of an empty dorm, I go upstairs

for a few hundred sit ups. I've been eating so much to

ease my unhappiness that I've put on a few pounds.

I don't hear him coming. It makes me wonder if he's some kind of vampire or

something, uniquely equipped to sneak up on me

no matter what. I don't know he's there watching me until

he speaks.

'Keep up with that and you might just disappear.'

Muscles locking, I can barely roll my head to stare

up at him, again the rabbit in headlights.

'You're skinny enough, Eva,' he continues, smiling as

though we last talked yesterday, not months ago.

And then he just saunters off.

What was that about?

'You have to promise to stop avoiding me!'

he demands later, when I'm showered and

dressed. 'I don't even know what I did

wrong.'

Sighing, I feel my brow lower. 'You didn't do anything.' And that's

true. It's all my fault for being an emotional

wreck.

Fingers pinch at my sides, and I find myself

gasping for breath, giggling like a little

girl. 'Eva,' he growls, face pressed against

mine, forehead to forehead, noses

brushing. My heart putters pathetically and sweat makes my palms slippery. 'Eva, no more

ignoring me, okay? I don't like it. I missed

you.'

Mouth like the Sahara, I can't answer.

Releasing me, he cocks his head, regarding me

closely.

'So, what are we doing tonight?'

'We?' I ask, confused.

He nods. 'Sure. We have a lot to catch up

on.'

I pause thoughtfully. 'Well, I have to watch

this crap old horror film for my Drama

class.'

'Okay then!' he exclaims happily,

smiling so wide that I can't help but smile

back. 'So, tonight we will take over the TV

and watch that crap film.'

'Cool.'

'It's a date.' Darting forward so fast he's a

ginger blur, he presses his lips to my

cheek, grins again, and bounces off.

I don't think I'm ever going to understand

Oz. Ever.

'Oz!'

He rushes over to me. 'What?'

I grin, eyes sparkling. 'It's snowing!' I laugh

happily, twirling around, not caring that I'm making a

fool of myself. 'Actual snow!'

He laughs with me. 'You're acting like you've never seen

snow before,' he chides.

I pout, hitting his arm. 'I haven't. Not

really.'

His disbelief is amusing. His jaw

pops open. 'Never?'

'Nope.'

'Then we will have to go and play in the

snow once it sets,' he says.

'Really?'

'Yes.'

It feels like my head will split in two from

my smile. 'Yay!'

His laugh rolls around the room, deep and smooth. 'You are so weird sometimes, Eva.'

If anyone said that to me, I'd be in tears.

But I know Oz means it as a compliment,

and my cheeks blush red.

Later, once he's gotten dressed after

his afternoon nap, we sit in front of the TV. Or I sit, and Oz stretches across the

rest of the sofa.

I can hear the sound of werewolves

tearing apart innocent people, but

I cannot stop from peeking at Oz every

few seconds.

I'm freaking obsessed in the

worst way. I'm a pair of binoculars

and a journal away from being a stalker.

'Stop staring at me,' he complains,

playfully nudging my hip with his foot. My

face explodes red, tears of

embarrassment prickling.

'Sorry.' God! He must think I am a total

freak. I bet he's regretting ever talking to me.

Instead of doing what I expect, leaving

while shouting abuse at me, he sits up and wraps an arm around

my shoulders, pulling me close to him. As

always when he touches me, my body overreacts and shuts

down in the same instant.

I mutter another sorry, but he ignores me, pulling me onto

his lap.

'What are you doing?' I squeak, trying to

wriggle free. His grip on my back tightens,

pulling me close to him.

'I am doing what I've wanted to do since I

first met you, you crazy little blue

haired alien.'

I don't protest as his lips touch mine. I

can't protest, because this is what

I've wanted for so long. And he wanted

it too? That bit doesn't make any sense, but I'm not

going to complain. In a blissful little

bubble, I press my lips back against

his, smiling to myself.

When he does end the kiss, a little later, he

pulls me close to him, burying his face in

my shoulder.

'This is it now, Eva,' he warns. 'You're not

getting rid of me unless you kill me.'

With that in mind, I see his kiss as it was meant to be, not just

a kiss, but a promise, a pact. He wants

me...forever?

'I mean it,' he adds when I say nothing. 'I love you, Evangeline, and I am never letting

you get away from me. Not ever.'

I can't say anything as my heart swells to filly my entire chest,

pushing my lungs against my ribs so

that I cannot breath.

So this is love? I muse. Perfect.

I scream a little as an unseen attacker grabs me from behind. But when a familiar pair

of soft lips brush mine, I relax and let him greet me in my

favourite way.

'That was unexpected,' I gasp when he allows

me a break to catch my breath.

'It feels like years since I last saw you,' he

complains, stroking my back and raising

goosebumps.

I giggle, kissing his nose. 'It was half an

hour ago.'

Arms tight about me, so tight it's hard for me

to even breath, he glares into my eyes.

'Still too long.'

Since that night when he first kissed me, two weeks ago, we've been

practically inseperatable. We

spend every moment together, no matter what we are doing.

Though I'm still kinda petrified that he'll get

bored of me, or realize that he doesn't really love me, or even like

me. But, for now, I am happy just to be with

him, and it really doesn't seem like he's getting bored of me.

'I love you,' he assures me.

Sometimes it does seem like he can read

my mind, sensing when I need to be

reassured.

'I love you too,' I say shyly, my cheeks

flushing again.

After that there's no more talking. No

need for talking. It's like our bodies are

having their own conversation, our

feelings clear as crystal despite no

words being said.

I never imagined anything like this.

Not ever.

'What if someone catches us?' I ask

later, pulling away from him and his intoxicating lips.

Somehow we ended up together, naked on

the couch, in the communal study area.

I have no idea how this happened, but looking down his

toned body, I don't care.

'Don't worry so much,' he says,

kissing me again. 'Nothing will go

wrong. I promise.'

I trust him, more implicitly than any

other person I've ever known. I trust him

that nothing will happen, and give

myself completely to the moment.

He's right. Nothing will happen, but the possibility of being

caught adds a tension to the moment that

makes it even sweeter.

'I really, really, really do love you, Evangeline.'

Dimly rubbing my face against his hand,

I smile. 'I love you too. So much.'

'I have plans for tomorrow,' he warns

me.

'Should I be scared?'

Solemnly he nods. 'Yes.'

Delightedly I squeal, dancing through the

thick covering of snow.

'I knew you'd like it,' Oz says, watching

me, eyes filled with adoration that I'm

surprised I ever earned.

'I love it!' I cry. 'And I love you!'

He flushes slightly. 'It's just snow,' he

mutters, but I ignore him.

'We have to build a snowman!' I say,

jumping about like a rabbit on Red Bull.

He starts balling up snow, and for a

moment I just stand there, staring at his

cute little arse. Then his eyes flicker to me,

lips smirking, and I hurry to join him.

'He's perfect!' I state as Oz adds the carrot.

'Everything's perfect to you. I cannot

believe this is your first snow,' he says,

disbelievingly.

'I was sent to my Grandma's in the

winters. In Australia.'

'Oh.'

'But it really was worth the wait.

Thank you.'

He answers by drawing me in for an intense kiss. I'm glad

that the snow has kept most people

inside, as many girls have taken offence to

Oz, the prize of the campus, dating me,

the school freak. The teasing has gotten

worse, but Oz makes me immune to it.

Who cares what they think when Oz thinks

I'm perfect?

Okay, I care a little bit. Who wouldn't,

though?

'I'm still not used to that,' I gasp when we

break apart. He's panting too, eyes out

of focus.

'I'm just so good,' he teases lightly, poking

my ribs. But behind the teasing there's a

desire in his eyes that makes my knees

weak.

When I'm not with Oz, I'm studying, and

when I'm not studying, I'm with

Oz. Some would say it's an unhealthy

relationship, but I'm just surprised to have

any kind of relationship at all, so

I really don't care.

But I do still study as hard as I ever have,

no matter how much it annoys Oz. I've

never missed a class or a deadline. Perfect grades and a spotless

record.

I also still spend a lot of time painting. I

secretly painted Oz while he was

studying one night, and after that I

decided to try a self portrait, something I'd never bothered

with before. I was an ugly freak, why would I want to

immortalize myself on canvas?

But I don't feel ugly anymore.

'What are we doing here Oz?' I demand,

looking up at the small house. We have

just completed our second year of

college, still very much together, and

Oz has another "surprise" for me.

He doesn't answer. Walking up to the front door, he pulls out a key

and opens it. He beckons and I follow

him in.

'Why are my paintings here?' I ask, looking around the brightly

coloured living room.

'You really can't guess?' he asks,

grinning. 'This is our house, for the rest of

our time here.'

My jaw hits the floor. 'What?'

'If you want to live with me, of course.'

I throw my arms around him. 'Of course

I do. It's perfect. But...how?'

'I've been saving.' And that's all he will say on the matter. 'So, want to

see the bedroom?'

I roll my eyes, but allow him to bundle me

excitedly upstairs.

It's just as bright and garish as the

downstairs. Grinning, I perch on the

obnoxious bedspread.

'It's really perfect, Oz. Thank you.'

Sitting beside me, he hugs me. 'Anything

for you, Eva.'

'Anything?' I ask huskily, pulling him further onto the bed.

'Anything you want.'

Time passes quickly, and before I know where I am, we're

Seniors with only one year left here.

Normally I cook, but tonight Oz insisted on taking over. I let him, regretting it when the entire house fills with

smoke.

I turn and Oz is there with a plate of burned

pork chops, looking forlornly down at

them. It breaks my heart.

'I ruined dinner, Eva,' he says.

Coming up behind him, I wrap my arms

around his waist. 'It looks fine,' I say.

'Now, I'm starved, so let's eat.'

'I really am sorry about dinner.'

Chocking down another bite, I smile.

'It's fine, Oz. You just need a little more

practice. It's no big deal.'

His bottom lip juts out. 'It is a big deal.

Tonight was meant to be special.'

'Why?' I ask, frowning. Did I miss

an anniversary or something? I don't

think I did.

'Eva,' he says, looking deep into my

eyes. Dropping my fork, I grab his hand,

getting nervous. He sounds really weird.

'What is it?' I ask, voice breaking.

'Eva,' he says again, swallowing.

'Evangeline, you've made me the happiest

man in the world these past few years.

No one should be this lucky, but I was and still am, just having

you in my life.'

My heart hammers against my ribs as he

pulls a little black box out of his pocket. Gingerly he pushes it

towards me, eyes pleading.

'Evangeline Mae Lovelace, will you

marry me?'

I pick up the box and stare at the ring. It's

beautiful, a traditional gold band

with a-

'What kind of stone is that?' I ask, not

looking up.

'It's a starstone. I was asking around for ages, members of

your race, and this is a traditional gift

between lovers, they say.'

'I can't accept this!' I say, putting it down

as though my very presence will devalue

it. 'It's too much. It must have cost you a

fortune.'

'Eva, answer my question,' he

demands. 'Will you marry me? Forget the ring. Will you marry

me?'

I stare, slightly shocked by his

outburst. 'Of course-'

Taking the box from me, he pulls out the

ring and slides it onto my finger. 'Good.'

Overwhelmed, I twirl the cold metal around

my ring finger, feeling it warm to my

skin. 'Thank you.'

'You're worth every penny, and a million

more.'

Guilty over the price of the ring, I let Oz

celebrate in his favourite way.

Not that I mind at all, really.

'I cannot believe that you're engaged!'

I smile at the weird little witch, Alice,

one of the few people in town who don't treat me like crap.

She claims to be some kind of all

powerful Goddess figure, but I think

she's just an eccentric.

'So, what's new with you?' I ask, wanting

to turn the subject away from me. I'm

still not totally comfortable talking

about myself, not even with Oz.

'Worrying a lot. The war between humans and aliens is getting

worse. The aliens are threatening to drop

bio-bombs if we don't surrender.'

There's a lot about this on the news. Lots

of aliens are leaving town, retreating to

secluded places due to the abuse received. I don't get too much,

luckily, but what does filter through is worse than the jibes

about my eyes.

'Do you think it will really come to that?'

Sadly she shrugs. 'Hard to say at the

moment, but I really hope not.'

'Me too.'

Again time seemed to just disappear, and

the end was nigh. Oz and I left for our final

exams before graduation with a small amount of

sadness. I would miss our house here, and

I'd miss the college.

But, then again, I would not miss the

people and their mean remarks.

'It's all over!' I cry, hugging Oz close.

Pushing me away slightly, he stares into my eyes and shakes his head.

'No. It's only just beginning.'

He's not wrong there.

Across town, Alice and her latest consort,

CatMan, watch the news with growing

distress.

'The world leaders today voted to ignore the alien threats. It is

their policy not to negotiate with

terrorists, and so a special envoy is not being sent on behalf of Earth to dissuade

the aliens from hostile action.'

'This is bad,' Alice says, ignoring the rest

of the report.

CatMan nods. 'I know. But what can

we-'

He is cut off as a million biological

warheads are dropped across Earth. The

explosion is deafening, and when

the smoke clears, something is not at

all right.

'Well...this sucks.'

CatMan nods pleasantly. 'It really

does.'

'Stupid flesh eating viruses.'

'Yes.'

'Oh!' she cries. If she could still cry, she

would. 'I'm not pretty anymore!'

'You are...just in a more living-dead

kind of way.'

She ignores him, moving for the

phone. 'I'd better check on everyone

else.'

'Hello?'

-'Mortimer? Hey. Listen...anything

weird happen today?'

'If you mean did I get turned into some kind

of zombie type creature, then yes.'

-'And everyone else?'

'Much the same.'

-'Crap.'

'I'm so confused! I don't know if I want

to eat cheese or brains!'

-'May I suggest both?'

'Hmmm...'

-'Malcolm, baby, how are things.'

'I know this was your fault, LeQuia.

You've always hated me, and now I'm a

monster, and not in the good, Alan

Sugar way.'

-'It's not my fault! I'm buggered, just

like all of you!'

-'Oh, Pascal! Not you too!'

'I'm afraid so, Alice. But isn't it neat?'

-'You're an undead brain eating

freak...wait, of course you'd like it.'

'Like it? I love it!'

'You've got to help me! I have a date

with Romeo in two hours and I look like

death!'

-'Tasteful joke, Juliet.'

'Who's joking?!?!?!'

-'I'm guessing that Romeo is just as fugly

as you now, so deal with it.'

'I hate you.'

-'Everyone does.'

'Oh...crap.' Frowning she turns to the man...zombie

behind her.

'Catman. I think we have a problem.'

EWWW! I'm a zombie! This really

does suck.

Anyways, join us next time to see what will happen next, Far

Away From Pluto.

And *drool* at Oz.