"Marcy, get real." Lance snapped. "It's a rainy, thirty-seven degree day. Quite dressing like this is the amazon. It's disgusting."

Marcy just nodded and went back to her closet to get warmer clothes.

Lance turned to inspect me. He ran his eyes over my body, up and down.

With a swallow, I straightened my posture and puffed out my chest. I dunno why. It just made me feel more confident, I guess.

"You look fine, Sai. You have a tasteful sense of fashion." he praised.

I smiled and my heart soared. I put my head down and slightly bowed with my head. There was the warmest feeling in my heart. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

I looked up to look at myself in the mirror. All I was wearing was a plain black long sleeve and some skinny girl jeans, but I looked good!!

Soon, Marcy came out in a red, long sleeve dress for Lance to inspect.

He gave her a nod. "Much better." he approved. "Now get your coat and sit on the couch." He turned to me as she went to get her coat. "Do you need a coat?" he asked me.

I shook my head, a proud smile still on my face.

Lance cracked a small smile back. "Gorgeous." he cooed like a pet name, "Come on, then."

I stood up and Marcy came back with her coat on. She looked at Lance and blinked a few times, the look of betrayal on her face.

Lance noticed and furrowed his shapen brows. "What?" he snapped, back to that usual tone.

Marcy shook her head and faced down. She softly frowned and then darted her angry, blue eyes up to me. It was like I had done something to her, but she couldn't take it out on me.

I blinked down at her innocently and then looked up at Lance who just rolled his eyes and turned to walk out of the room.

We followed Lance obediently into the living room, not saying a word, although Marcy frequently bumped my shoulder. I think it was on purpose.

Bitch.

Lance led us to the sofa and gestured us to sit down. "Sit and wait here until Osamu comes."

We both sat down for him, right next to each other like a picture-perfect brother and sister.

Lance huffed and tapped his foot on the floor as he looked in the direction of the hallway and backdoor. He looked rather impatient, like he had something to do. I'd never seen a tense Lance. Only the cool, calm, calculated one.

"Come on, Osamu!!" he yelled out to the house.

"I'm coming, I'm coming~!!" Osamu howled back as he pittered down the stairs.

Osamu rushed into the living room, brushing past Lance to get his coat.

Lance scoffed as he watched Osamu scramble. He shook his head and looked over at me.

I softly smiled as him to try and shake of his tense aura, but he just ignored it and rolled his eyes back over to Osamu. He looked.. slightly angry.

Osamu turned around in that moment with a smile, tugging here and there at his coat. "Sorry~"

"It's alright."

Osamu took cross armed Lance's cheek and gave him a peck on the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

"You're making me tardy." Lance grumbled.

Osamu chuckled. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry. You're just so handsome I can't keep my eyes off you." ..You could hear the cheese on Osamu's vocal chords.

Lance rolled his eyes and turned away from Osamu, facing Marcy and I. He knew it was cheesy, too. "Stand. We're going." he ordered.

My heart leaped and I sprang up, a big, goofy smile on my face. I even got up before Marcy did.

All of their eyes where on me.

........

..I dropped my smile.

Maybe that was a bit too extra...