A/N: If you're reading this, great! You've actually bothered to read this far, unless you haven't (if so, why're you starting at chapter 2?). I felt really bad about not updating this for so long, so I decided to post the first bit of chapter 2. There is a character who appears for a short period of time whose name we have not decided on yet, but other than that, what I'm posting here is pretty much finished. Enjoy!, and I hope to write more once these damn college applications are off my back.

Edit: We have a review!!! Thank you anonymous reviewer for heeding my words and reviewing my story. All of us involved in writing this lol'ed when we were writing it, too, I assure you. I will try to update as quickly as possible, but as you can see from the random blank parts in the story, it's hard to get everyone together to write their parts (in fact I wrote this chapter mostly by myself so far). We should be getting together over the weekend, so more may be coming, but no absolutes (to absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad!!!).

PLEASE REVIEW, DAMMIT!!! Almost no one ever does, and that makes me sad. If you read this story, I would be greatly appreciative if you would tell me what you think, even if it's just a simple "I love it!" or "I don't really like ____". No, I don't mind negative comments, as long as they're not just "God, I hate this story and you suck at writing." If you like a part, tell me so that I can reply that that was one of my favorite parts of the story so far. If you don't like something, tell me what it is. I might not like the part either, and I might be able to change it, or I might absolutely love the part and we could have a heated debate over it. At least it's feedback.

One last thing, if at all possible, please use decent grammar if you comment; bad grammar is one of my pet peeves, and I will correct you.

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Hannah was the first to notice that something had changed. Lifting her head, she looked down the road in the direction of the sound she was hearing. Following her lead, Ambi and Ellen looked up as well. In the distance, something was creating a dust cloud, although it was too far away to see what it was.

As the thing got closer to the group, it became obvious that, whatever it was, it was a violent shade of bright pink. The noise became louder, and Hannah muttered a quiet “Oh, for the love of God!” when she suddenly recognized the song.

“She wants fabulous, that is her simple request. All things fabulous-”

There was the sound of a gunshot, and suddenly the noise stopped. A few minutes later, a pink Mustang convertible pulled up, its stereo smoking. The driver, whose attire matched the garish coloring of the vehicle, looked like she was about to give her passenger an earful for ruining her stereo, but he gave her a quick hug and got out of the car before she got the chance. “Thanks for the ride, sweetie,” he said, turning and walking toward the warehouse.

She glared at him. “I swear, you’re gonna pay for this,” she yelled after him.

He turned to face her and replied, “I know. I think I’ll live.” Taking a few steps backwards, he gave her a final wave as she sped off, fuming.

Ellen sighed. “Great, a girl back home.” The other two turned to look at her, confused. She stared right back at them. “What? You’ve never heard of a guy with a ‘girl back home’? It’s, like, the most stereotypical role in an army regiment. There’s always some guy who’s always talking about his girlfriend back stateside.”

The newcomer coughed pointedly, unsure of how to let himself into the conversation. Fortunately, the others took the hint and looked at him expectantly. “Um, you were talking about (no name as of yet), right?” Ellen nodded. “Well, uh, she’s not my girlfriend,” he corrected her, obviously somewhat embarrassed by the idea.

Everyone was confused. But the way he acted with her, wait, if she’s not his girlfriend… The realization suddenly dawned on them. Oh my God, he’s gay!