"Can you say, horny much?" Bob laughed, "I'm gonna stay here. Probably watch HBO until I fall asleep on the sofa." I laughed softly and nodded, turning to Clint. "Are you going to come with us, or stay here?" I asked.

"I'm gonna call Christy," he said, "See if she wants to hang out or something." I nodded and grinned, taking Scott's hand in mine. "Shall we go?" Scott grinned and nodded. "Yep, we shall. Are we gonna walk?" he asked.

I nodded. "Sure. A little walking never killed anyone," I smiled. "Are you sure you'll be okay though?" Scott asked, looking concerned. I nodded and smiled. "I'm positive Scott. Besides, if something happens, you can carry me," I grinned, laughing as he nodded seriously. "Scott, I'll be fine," I assured him. He nodded, squeezing my hand slightly.

"Come on people!" Dave grinned, ushering us out the door, "I wanna see Attie again." Scott snorted. "I think Bob was right. Someone's horny much." I grinned at Scott. "Even so, but you're the most horny one," I grinned. "I am not!" Scott pouted. "Oh really?" I asked, "Then explain last night to me."

Scott blushed. "That was um... ok fine. Maybe I was a little excited." Dave covered his ears with his hands. "People! Bad images here."

"Sorry," I grinned, stopping as we reached Lannie's house. She lived in the more expensive/sophistcated part of town, and it was only a few block from where we lived. "Am I the only one who feels really out of place here?" Dave asked, and I shook my head. "No, I do too," I said, "This place seems so... I dunno... Upper Class maybe?"

Scott nodded in agreement. "Really. Is this place for the kinda people who go to Country Clubs instead of Agressive Skating or what?" I grinned, not able to wait until I could skate again. There was no feeling like skating down the street with the wind in your hair.

"Really," Dave agreed as I knocked on the door. I had never actually met Lannie's parents. I'd only talked to them for a few seconds on the phone while calling and asking to speak with her. The door opened and a tall, middle-aged man whom I guessed to be her father answered. He wore a suit and tie, as if he was going to Sunday services at Church.

I stiffled a laugh as he looked a bit shocked, probably wondering what a group of kids were doing in such an upper-class place like this. "Hi, I'm Diana," I smiled polietely, extending my hand for him to shake. He took it, almost relunctantly, and forced a smile. I continued. "This is Scott and Dave. We're friends of Lannie's," I told him with a smile, "Is she home by any chance?"

"Lannie?" he asked, as though he'd never heard that name before, and he probably hadn't. They most likely called her by her full name. "I'm sorry," I appologized, "I meant Atlantica."

"Ah yes," her father said, his voice deep and powerful, "I'm sorry, but she's not home. I think she is at her friend's house... Nycto, I think her name is."

"Thank you, Mr. Rivers," I said, smiling politely at him. We turned and headed back down the driveway, waving goodbye to him.

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"Who were those people?" Mrs. Rivers asked her husband. Mr. Rivers straightened up and said, "They claim to be friends of Atlantica's," he informed his wife. Mrs. Rivers audibly gasped. "Her friends? She's made friends with a pregnant teenager, and boys who have piercings and tattoos?" Mrs. Rivers asked, somewhat in shock, "That can't be true."

"It is," Mr. Rivers assured her, "The girl said it herself. They're friends with our little girl." Mrs. Rivers shook her head. "They can't be. There's plently more... normal people she could be friends with. People like us... people who are at least sophisticated, if not upper-class. And she shouldn't especially be with people who dress like that. People with clothes three-sizes too big for them, dyed hair, and all out... punks, mean nothing but trouble," Mrs. River spat out as though it was the worst thing in the world.

Mr. Rivers nodded in agreement. "We shall talk to her when she comes home tonight," he told his wife, "She'll just have to find new friends."

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"This sucks," I complained, laying back on Nycto's bed after I'd painted my toenails and fingernails in a bright blue color. Nycto nodded, concentrating on painting her fingernails a pale purple color. "I don't even like the Cunninghams at all," Nycto agreed, "They're so self-centered and stuck about... always bragging about how rich they are."

I nodded. "I know. They's so... ugh!" I groaned, covering my face with a pillow. There was a knock on the door. "Talk if you're beautiful," Nycto grinned. "I'm beautiful, can I come in?" someone said. Someone obviously faking a girlish voice. Nycto and I exchanged a confused look and she opened the door.

"Hey peoples!" Diana grinned as she came into the room, Scott and Dave following her.

"Hey!" Nycto grinned, "How did you ever get my parents to let you in?" Diana grinned.

"They're not home," she said, "You're Aunt was here. Seems like she's the only person of Upper-Class Society who likes people like us."

Nycto rolled her eyes and nodded. "Sadly yes. She's the only family member of mine I can talk to anymore," Nycto said, "And why didn't you bring Bob over?"

Scott snickered and sat down on the blue beanbag, Diana sitting between his legs on the floor. "Well, we went to Lannie's first to see if she was home, and her dad said she was here, so we came here. We didn't know we'd see you as well, or else we would have brought him," Scott told her, "But right now he's probably engrossed in some HBO movies."

"Ooh, nice nails Lannie," Diana grinned, taking my hand and looking at my bright blue fingernails. I grinned. "Why thank you. And I still don't understand why you never paint your's any other color except black," I told her and she grinned. "I like black, thank you very much."

I smiled as Dave sat down beside me on the bed. "Heya," I grinned at him, "Whatsup?" He smiled. "Nothing much. Would you guys like to accompany us to the mall for dinner and a movie?"

"Sure," Nycto grinned, "As long as Bob comes." I laughed. "God Ny, obsessed much?" I grinned, and she blushed. "No way. He's just fun to be around."

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I rolled my eyes at Bob as he was totally engrossed in a movie on tv. I waved a hand in front of his face, laughing as he didn't even move or blink. "Piss off Clint... it's getting good," he said, never taking his eyes away from the screen or blinking.

I laughed. "Sorry sorry. Didn't know it was that time of month for you," I teased, grabbing the cordless and going outback. I sat down on the hammock and dialed Christy's number.

"Hello?" he father asked.

"Hi, is Christy home?" I asked.

"Nope, sorry. She went shopping with her mother. Can I take a message?"

"Yeah. Just tell her Clint called," I said.

"Will do," her dad replied.

"Thank you," I said politetly, "Bye."

I clicked off the phone after her dad said goodbye and layed back on the hammock, staring up at the late afternoon sky. I laughed softly as Moffie barked and jumped up beside me.

"Hey girl," I smiled, stroking her soft black and white fur gently as she settled beside me and layed her head on her paws, falling asleep seconds later.

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