Back at the apartment, Rampage still didn't know what the big deal was over this 'Brittany Spears'.

"…And I doubt that she is a reincarnated bride of Chucky, whoever that is."

Chucky! Man, I really needed to introduce crabby to pop culture, and soon!

"Chucky was a very evil man whose spirit has been trapped inside an ugly little doll. And he goes on lots of bloody killing sprees because no one suspects the grinning, inanimate doll wielding a butchers knife."

I threw the last item from my closet to the large pile behind me on the floor. Nothing! You think Jonathan would've left at least a shirt over here! But nooo. The little bugger leaves only the gross things, like socks. Which I still think have something growing on them.

"What are you doing anyway?"

I turned my head to see the king of lazy propped up on my bed, back against the wall, the T.V remote in one hand, a can of Vanilla Coke in the other, and a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

" 'Page, please don't make a mess in m-"

I glared as he shoved a handful of the overly buttered food in his mouth (mandibles?) and a shower of crumbs fell all around him. And grinned at me evilly, as he shoved in another mouthful.

Calm thoughts…calm thoughts…aww…screw it…

"Listen up you over grown lawn mower! If you do not stop stuffing your face, you are going to the first human looking robot that actually looks his weight in fat!"

He stared at me for a moment, and I could tell that his mind was processing the information, and I think I could see the light bulb come on.

I sighed, "Just how are we to dress you anyway? You look like a human. But you're a robot…and a big one at that."

"So maybe I don't need to change."

That's…true! When we went to the pool, he appeared to have swimming trunks on, and he always seemed to have different clothes on in front of Michelle and Cheetra. So maybe if I make him think of what he's suppose to wear he'll have them on!

Too much thinking for one day…

" Alright Emperor, time to go test this theory."

"Emperor? Will you stop flinging your human customs at me, and stick to plan English!"

Whatever…"You're the Emperor, and I'm the tailor… and you're going to be wearing invisible clothes!" When he stared at me blankly, I grabbed his arm and hauled him to the living room.

Michelle was at the computer, working on her X-Men web site. Which reminded me… I have a Yaoi story she wanted me to give her soon.

Okay, time to test the theory. I looked over at Rampage, imagined how he was suppose to look like as a human, and then imagined what type of clothes would look good on him.

"Hey Elle, how does Raph look?"

She turned from in the chair to look at him, a sly smile spreading across her mouth.

"He looks very…punkish…"

Er… "Punkish? What do you mean? What's wrong?"

She got up and began to stare at him. She reminded me of a vulture or someone inspecting cattle.

"Well, the baggy jeans are the first clue, the multiple pockets, and chain are a given for punk. And I mean, come on, what are you two thinking putting him in an AC/DC t shirt for a Brittany Spears concert?"

I looked at 'Page. AC/DC? Really? Hmm…Barbie probably hasn't even heard of them. Although they rock way better than Brittany Spears!

"Okay, back in a second," Beckoning him over, we went back over to my room. After quarter backing my clothes back into the closet in a heap, I looked over at the robot.

"So, bottoms are good, the top has to go."

*sigh * Just once I'd like to see what he'd look like human…

"How about, a plain white t shirt? With maybe… a small hoop earring…?"

"Earring? What's that?"

I brushed aside my hair and pointed to my own three in the left ear.

"That's an earring, very sexy on guys…but not really a must."

"Must I go to this 'concert'? Why can't you go as well?"

Such politeness! Something's wrong, he was only this nice when he was about to do something evil or destructive.

"Alright, whaddya want? You have to leave soon anyway." Yea, we still have to figure out how to fit him in the cab.

What? You think I'd let crabby drive my car? Psh, dream on!

"Can't I just, oh I don't know…NOT show up!?"

Eep! "No yelling! This is an apartment you nimrod!"

"So? What're you going to do while I'm away anyway? You could come with and-"

"And what? Chaperone? I don't bloody well think so! You think I'd spend that much money to watch a girl lip synch? Come on, suck it up and go on a date like the rest of us have to!"

I stood up and checked my watch; we had only twenty minutes left before he had to leave.

"Okay, you're going to wear a white shirt, plain and…a silver hoop in one ear."

Stop drooling girl…you don't even know if he looks good in that! Damn imagination…I oughta smack you!

"Fine."

"Come on, we have to call a cab." I grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. Bringing him out to the kitchen, where I called my favorite cabby.

Going into my purse I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a twenty.

"If you need more than this, you're buying too much." And with that helpful wisdom. We left to wait for the cab.

At the last minute I turned to him, hoping to pound in some last common sense. Literally if need be.

"First rule: Whatever she wants you do that involves touching her is wrong. Second rule: Don't touch her anywhere but her hand…anywhere else and you are either very easy, or very perverted. Third rule: No souvenirs. No drinking liquor, and please…for the love of Gods, don't kill anyone!"

He stared at me," So what am I suppose to do on a date?"

Erm…not this…"Hookay…you can dance, talk, listen to the music... and that's about it. Get it, got it, good, because here's your cab. Use the money I gave you to pay for it. Do you have her addy?"

"33 McNeil Drive?"

"Yuppers." Woah…did I actually say that?

I watched as he squished himself into the cab, before I turned and went back inside.

"Call for ya."

I picked up the phone.

"Hey babe,"

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever, can you come over here tonight? I've got a surprise for you."

"Uh, yeah sure. I'll be over in a few."

"Come over in about an hour."

"Uh, okay…why an hour?"

"So I can tidy things up, I was looking for something, and I made a huge mess."

I smiled, that sounded like him. "Sure."

I hung up, and went to check myself over in the mirror. Feeling that I looked good enough, I grabbed the keys off the counter and left.

"Oh, come on…don't stall…yes!"

I hate my junk pile reject of a car.

I went to the mall to grab a cup of coffee before going over…but I was bored stiff, and figured that I had waited long enough. Besides, I could always help him clean up.

I pulled up into the driveway, and opened the door. I never knocked when at his house. I never really need too; it was just him in a two-story house. And he never complained about it.

"Jonathan? Where are you?"

The hallway lights were on, so I went toward the T.V room. Nothing. Going upstairs, I heard the sound of a television from his room. Opening the door I planned on running and jumping on his bed to surprise him.

I should have known good things never last.

I grabbed the nearest thing and biffed it at him. "You two timing little whore!" The book missed him by an inch. The little brunette glared at me, and put Jonathan in front of her for protection.

Oooohhh…just wait till I'm finished with them…

I walked over, and Jonathan was spouting off something or other. Quite frankly I didn't understand why he even bothered to defend himself.

"Oh bugger off you little wanker!" I shouted at him. "Is this why I couldn't come over? Is this what you were searching for?" I sneered.

And this folks…is why you should never screw around with losers like him.

I watched for a moment as Jonathan pulled me out of the room while his other girlfriend got dressed.

"Why didn't you knock? Why are you here so early?"

"Why the fuck are you turning this on me?! I…Jesus! How…you little prick!"

I hauled off and punched him across the jaw, and hurt my arm in the process because he was taller than me. It was enough to send him back into the wall, which made the pain dull. If he was in pain, all the better.

I heard the little thing cry out as she watched me try to attack her lover. I was about to turn on her when Jonathan wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. Damnit I hate being small! Taking me downstairs I tried to get away, but the little bugger was too strong.

"Screw this, I've had enough crap to deal with, and being short a boyfriend will suit me just fine." I told him once he had sat me down outside.

Just before he went inside, I screamed back at him.

"I HOPE YOU GET HERPIES!"

Sitting inside the car, I breathed deep a few times before pounding my head against the steering wheel.

"I. Hate. Life. I. Hate. Hasbro. I. Hate Jonathan."

Turning the car on, I decided to drive around for the next few hours until I had calmed down. I didn't want to go home like this to any one. Let alone an empath. Besides, no one will expect me home until later anyway. It was Saturday, and I was usually out late.

By the time I had come home, the dashboard clock read at midnight. 'Page should be home. If I were lucky he'd be asleep.

Walking inside, I was glad to see that no one was on the computer, sitting down I turned on MSN and Yahoo both. Finding only Starath the one to still be up with the time difference.

Do you think if I send him back courtesy of C.O.D, they'll take him? I wrote, not wanting to wake anyone up with the mic.

Drat, some one had left the cam on, and I hadn't even noticed the small movie of me in the corner.

I laughed, I bet they were! I yawned. Damn, emotional overloads can make a person tired.

Later I signed off and shuffled down the hall to my room, where soft snoring could be heard.

Good, at least he's asleep.

Climbing in between the comforters, I thought about next week, and how it was Valentine's Day and I would be alone once again. I sighed. We had only been dating for less then a year and again…something stupid happened. I sniffled, and became angry.

I mean, why should I cry over that little turd anyway? Dammit!

"Lady Venom? Is something wrong?"

"No, go back to sleep."

A pause, I could hear him moving aside the blankets from his bed on the couch.

"By the Pit something isn't wrong."

I wiped away a tear. "So what if it isn't…why should you care."

"I don't, but I'll never be able to sleep until you calm down. The emotions are rolling off of you."

I grabbed my pillows and throw blanket and stood up. "Fine, I'll go sleep on the couch so you can get the rest you so richly deserve. And you can tell me in the morning how the concert went."

Throwing the pillows down, I fell face first on top of them. Moving only a little to let air into my lungs. Gah…this has been one loong day…