Midnight0Wolf

***Eddie's POV*** I slammed the door as hard as I could behind me, heading straight for my bike; not even checking if Columbia would follow me, although I knew she would, after all she always did. I felt her slide onto the bike behind me, her arms fastening around my waist as I started the bike up. "Eddie, calm down!" But I couldn't calm down; I refused to. We sped off, breaking every speed limit on the way. "EDDIE! EDDIE WOULD YOU JUST SLOW DOWN?!" Columbia was shouting, knowing it was the only I would acknowledge her existence at that moment. She wasn't normally bothered by my driving; in fact she seemed to get a thrill out of the

***Riff-Raff's POV*** I awoke with a start as the bed fell away from beneath me, before realising that it was actually a door, Magenta's door, which I had fallen asleep against last night after she refused to open it. I picked myself up, stretching and dusting myself off, remembering the events of last night and wondering if they had even happened, and how sick and twisted it made me that I had allowed my sister to kiss me, that I had kissed her back. Part of me hoped that they hadn't happened, that I'd dreamt it, although that would make me even more twisted and sick – to dream about kissing my sister. As I stretched I watched the fig

Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away… ***Magenta's POV*** "Remind me again vhy I had to cook my own cake?" I asked, turning around to face the two men behind me. "Because Genta," my brother explained for the hundredth time that day, "Neither Frank or I could prepare a salad without burning it." Frank glared at him, indignantly, "How dare you, Riff Raff! I am a perfectly good cook." Riff and I burst out laughing remembering that the last time Frank had cooked something he had somehow managed to burn down the kitchen in the castle, I had never seen someone make such a mess trying to make a slice of toast! He looked away, trying to hide

***Eddie's POV*** I am such an idiot. There weren't many times I had the opportunity to say that, but this was definitely one of them. I had spent the whole day trying to get a chance to talk to Columbia, but she'd been avoiding me like the plague, which was impressive, considering we were in most of the same classes. Of course, I couldn't blame her for avoiding me, I'd been a total asshole to her for almost ten years now, and yesterday I'd gone way too far. I don't even know why I said all that stuff, I knew they had been expecting a good laugh, but did I have to make the stories so bad? She had seemed really hurt yesterday, and I totally

***Columbia's POV*** I opened my eyes slightly, before hurriedly squeezing them closed again. God, why was the room so bright? I groaned and pulled the covers up over my head, wondering what the heck was wrong with me. I heard hushed laughter from the other side of the room, where two of the four beds were. "Mornin Squeaky, how's the head?" I groaned again, "Shut up, Danielle." Suddenly last night came flooding back to me; the drinking, the dancing, what on earth had I been thinking? Oh, yeah, I hadn't been thinking. How much had I had to drink? Well, judging by the crippling hangover, quite a lot. The other girls were laughing again. Why d