Before I begin, I got permission from the roleplayers for this adaptation.

The fanfiction adaptation was edited by me, but the original posts belong to SerenityBlue (Phoenix Wright and Emily Brown), Dahlia (Suzumi Aogirl and Dahlia Hawthorne), Franzise Deauxnim (Iris/Dollie Hawthorne), Mr. Trite (Miles Edgeworth) CarChaseCityMan (Felix Rodes and the Rock-Ness Band), Miles_The_Attorney (Miley), Ben Credable(PI) (Harley Draco), PhoenixAshes (Thomas Ash), Lana_Skyes_Heart (Meghan Elise Rose), Jenna_Darknight (Larry Butz, Mia Fey and Astrid Wraith) and myself (Chris Hall and some minor character cameos). If I missed any names, guys, let me know and I'll add them to the list.

This is a fanfiction adaptation of the Phoenix Wright: Ace College Student RP. The story was getting so interesting later on that I decided that it should be adapted for everyone to read at their leisure. I will be changing bits and pieces as needed or as requested, and adding description for the dialogue-only posts.

Keep in mind that this WILL be chapter-based, however I may or may not have a good idea about where to start or stop the chapters, and if necessary they will be edited as such.

I hope you all enjoy reading this adaptation as much as all of us did RPing it! (By the way, it's still going on, so it's an ongoing project :D)

Pairings will become obvious as we go along.
Rating is T for scattered language and some minor innuendos.


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Phoenix Wright: Ace College Student

Chapter 1: Beginning of the School Year

Phoenix Wright walked carefully down the crowded halls. The balancing act he was performing with all of his new heavy books sitting in his arms was a bit nerve wracking. He did his best to weave around people too rude to move out of the way, and nearly took some spills much too close for comfort.

He was doing pretty well until, from the balcony of stairs swirling around the lobby, a single notebook slipped and spiraled downward. It slapped onto his books and the sudden noise made him jump. Phoenix and heavy book tower tipped and tumbled to the floor.

"Augh!" He yelled his frustration to the ceiling and started to gather his books again. "Why do I have to take all these classes anyway? I'm just an art major!"

A friend of his, Thomas Ash, ran up to Phoenix. "Hey, Phoenix!" he shouted.

"Oh, hey Thomas..." Phoenix kept trying to pick up his books, attempting to stand up after he had finished, but failed and they fell again.

"Have you seen Dahlia recently, Phoenix!? How'd you get so lucky!?" Thomas said, winking.

"Yeah, I saw her this morning!" Phoenix immediately brightened up. Seeing friends always perked up his spirits. "We're going to eat lunch again today. She said she had a present for me too!" He gathered as many books as he could while he spoke. "She's the best!"

"By the way, how's your cold?" Thomas inquired, tilting his head.

"Ergh, I think it's getting worse." Phoenix clamored to his feet while trying to keep his books balanced. A quick sneeze toppled that. "I think I'm going to pick up some Cold Killer X from the store today."

"Oh, let me help you with that," said Thomas, bending down to help Phoenix with his books.

"Okay!" Phoenix thought Thomas would never offer and dumped about five of the load of ten into his arms. "Thanks!"

"What's your next lesson?"

"Huh? Um. I'm taking all this stuff to my room. I sort of left my schedule in there..." Phoenix laughed at himself and started walking towards the exit.

"Oh... sorry, I have to get to class, then." Thomas piled the five books back onto Phoenix. "Bye!" He walked off.

With the books piled back into his arms Phoenix couldn't exactly wave as Thomas took off.
"BYE!" He yelled right before letting loose another mighty sneeze.

It took some trial and error to manage to get all of his now very dusty books to his room. "Phew." Once inside the door he just let all the books drop.

Larry Butz quickly jumped off the bed and rushed over to his friend, "NIIIIICK! You won't believe this! Lydia dumped me! dumped ME!!!"

If he hadn't dropped his books already he would have then. "Larry!" He yelped in surprise, as he often always did when the uproarious blond was in his presence. "Gee, I'm sorry."

Larry tightened his deathgrip around Phoenix's waist, "I thought she was the ONE, dude! Life is so cruel! Just leave me out to blow in the cruel wind, man, I wanna just die!"

"Ah...eheh...right." Phoenix wanted nothing more than to be able to turn around and look at Thomas, who'd just burst into his room, but was finding it difficult with Larry latched to him. "Listen, Lar. I have to get to class. Right, Thomas?" He motioned to Thomas, who had just came by the door announcing that they needed to go.

"Well, you can skip this class, I think. It's just a small lecture," said Thomas. "If you need to comfort your friend, do so." He walked off to class anyway.

"Gee, thanks, Thomas." Phoenix didn't entirely mean that, but smiled at his friend nonetheless. "Um...so...Larry." That man hug was starting to make him uncomfortable. Thankfully a fit of sneezes prevented him from having to finish that sentence.

Larry let go of his friend, "Right, sorry there, Nick..." He sniffled a bit before finishing, "I've got to get to work anyways, I can't afford to get fired again..."

"Where you working this time, Lar?" Phoenix rubbed his runny nose on his sleeve.

Larry rubbed the back of his head. "It's just a little salon close to campus. They have me run errands, clean up the place, I'm kind of the hands on guy. Pay's good though."

Thomas had come back to listen to Larry's explanation, and then laughed. "The lazy department? The feather lifters? They sound good for you."

Phoenix couldn't help but laugh as well. And though he didn't immediately sober up once his eyes met Larry's, he did put in a really good effort.

Larry's somewhat restrained tears started again, "Aww, man! Why do you guys hafta be so mean to me?! Death! Despair! I should just go die!"

"Oh you don't mean that, Lar." Phoenix replied with a smile.

Larry glared at him and shouted like a petulant child, "Yes I DO! I'll just go crawl in a hole and die...not like anybody'd care anyways...."

"Aw, that's not true. I bet your mom would." He scratched the back of his neck as his nose started to clog up. "Igh." He slumped down a little.

Larry snorted, "My mom's such a drama queen, she'd be happy I died...then she could make a scene at my funeral."

Phoenix thought on this a minute, but ultimately had to agree. "Yeah, probably."

Larry grinned, "You know my mom so would too, dude. You know the idea of her getting after Lydia for my death kinda cheers me up a bit."

Thomas asked, "How many women work there? No, forget that! How many women have you hit on?"

"Dude, chill! There's like two women there and they're like....old. Over 50, and totally not my type," Larry retorted.

"Must be a disappointment," said Thomas slyly.

Larry shrugged, "Well, sorta, but I was going out with Lydia when I started there...."

"Who?"

"My...well, my ex-girlfriend now." Larry sniffled a bit more and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "She broke up with me this morning."

"Ouch... well, I guess that means I came out the better man this time," said Thomas uneasily.

"Dude, what do you mean by that?" asked Larry, tilting his head slightly.

"Um, don't over-react..... but, I'm dating Lydia now, sorry dude...." said Thomas, looking a bit sullen.

"WHAT?! Dude, that is SO uncool! When did this happen?!"

"I had no idea she was your ex, Larry!" said Thomas. "She started dating me yesterday..." But that just made Larry flare up a bit.

"Dude! we were a couple 'til this morning! That cheatin' She-dog!"

Phoenix, always the beacon of good tidings and friendship, put on a beaming smile. He was about to say something clever. Something that would make everyone feel better, but he was interrupted by a storm of sneezes, and then forgot what it was entirely.

Thomas decided to redeem himself. "Oh, I'll dump her tomorrow! I bet she has at least fifty other men to go out with..."

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Emily Brown huffed some of the hair from her face. She had the paintbrush gripped tightly in her hand, but like one would hold a knife you were going to plunge into someone's chest. This is the same sort of motion she made as she slammed the red paint covered bristles onto the paper that was laying so innocently on her desk only a moment ago. This action gained the attention of quite a few of the other students, but Emi was used to that sort of attention anyway.

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What's all the noise next door? ARGH! I knew this was a bad college. Stupid grandfather...why did he send me to this blasted...school... thought Meghan Rose as she sat in her room, practicing chords on her beautiful silver, intricate guitar without any amps when she heard some loud commotion next door about some girl and 50 men. I'll just try and ignore it...

Soon, it seemed to get louder as the '50 men' and 'Lydia' part came up again.

....Thaaat's it, thought Meghan. She picked up her guitar and stomped out of her room, leaving the door open. Then she knocked on the door where Phoenix, Larry and Thomas were.

Phoenix laughed a little nervously at the fight about to brew in his room and was happy to answer the door if only because it gave him a reason to leave the conversation. Once the door was open he gave the woman behind it a single look over before giving her a smile. "Hello! Um...have we met?"

"NO! OF COURSE WE HAVEN'T MET!" Meghan yelled and glared coldly at the man standing in the doorway with black spikey hair. Then she lowered her voice, going back into reality, "Erm...er...sorry about that. It's just that, I'm new here...I'm Meghan Elise Rose...call me Meghan, mmkay?" She looked inside of the room where Thomas and Larry were; they were talking very loudly.

"It seems your friends were making lots of noise." Meghan smiled a bit at Phoenix.

"Eh heh, yeah." Phoenix looked back over at them for a moment. "I'm Phoenix. Those are my friends Larry and Thomas. So what's your major, Meghan?"

"Nice to meet you Ph-Phoenix? Yeah, erm...nice to meet you." Meghan blushed a bit. "...erm, music's my thing." Meghan's eyes lit up at the word music.

She lifted up her guitar for Phoenix to see as if to show him some proof, "It's kind of hard to practice with those two next door, you know."

Thomas waved at Meghan as she entered. "Oh, h-hi!" He rubbed the back of his head, blushing embarrassedly from the fight that almost begun between himself and Larry.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Phoenix cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Larry can get sort of...passionate..."

Larry groaned, "Dude, have some sympathy! I was just dumped, man! D-U-M-P-E-D. I have a RIGHT to be upset!"

"Larry, you get dumped almost every week." Phoenix was trying to sound diplomatic and sympathetic when he said that, but it just didn't come out right.

"Dude! C'mon, I haven't dated THAT many girls!" said Larry defensively.

Phoenix had half a mind to stand there and count them, but he didn't have all day. He was supposed to meet his Dollie for lunch...

A girl sighed as she stepped out of her room. She pulled out a key and locked the door as she lifted her bag and wrapped it around her shoulder. Her name was Suzumi Aogirl. "I can't beleive that I stayed up all night sewing this scarf..." She looked at it with a japanese symbol on the light blue scarf, her family crest. "Oh well, it's a family tradition as Mother said, to make a piece of clothing with your family symbol on it..." She pulled out her fan and walked around the corner, seeing some people in a corridor.

"Oh no...of all the people..." She lifted her fan to her face and turned around. Larry...Larry Butz was here? The chances was slim...and yet, it was there in black and white. Suzumi decided to go downstairs and have a walk. It relaxed her...and gave her time to think.

She sat in the University Park, several other students were talking to each other. "If I run into him...well, we're in the same University, I can't run forever. I'll have to take the plunge if I see him..."

Suddenly, Dahlia Hawthorne walked past; her usual, sweetish self. She walked past Suzumi, who frowned at her. "Ugh...that parasol girl is still here?" Suzumi once had to partner up with Dahlia for a school project and they had several arguments. She stepped up and walked across the grass back to her dorm.

She walked up the stairs and found several people in the corridor, the ones from before. Larry was still with them. "Oh no...I'm frozen stiff!" Suzumi turned around to go through the ground floor to her room, but tripped, narrowly avoiding the stairs.


Meanwhile, Thomas and Phoenix figured out that it was almost lunchtime.

However, two rooms down, an angry-looking boy of about Phoenix's age huffed, closing the book he was reading at the polished wooden desk he currently sat at, removing a pair of thin-framed glasses from the bridge of his nose. What was all that noise? Compared to this place, the man thought coldly, von Karma's was a sanctuary. Of course, that didn't mean he wanted to go back- That's why he had left in the first place.

Standing, Miles Edgeworth pushed his seat in and walked out of his room, climbing over piles of sheets he roommate left around- He'd have to burn his strict cleaning rules into him- and left, walking up to the source of the noise. "Excuse me, could you be a little....Oh. I should have known." He eyed Phoenix and Larry with a smug expression on his face, not knowing Meghan or Thomas as well as the other two...unfortunately. "I should have known."

"Hiya!" came Thomas' normal response. "Oh yeah, Phoenix, can I ask you something?"

"E-EDGEWORTH!" Phoenix was a little too stunned to hear Thomas' request at first. He had to vigorously shake his head in order to talk again. "Uh, yeah, sure, anything, Thomas." He forced a smile.

Edgeworth waited as Thomas asked, "I have to meet Dahlia! She's so cute! ... Ah, sorry... I know she's your..."

"Sure!" Phoenix loved a lot of things, but nothing more than getting to show off how wonderful his Dollie was. "You can come to lunch with me! I'm sure Dollie won't mind!"

Phoenix, Thomas, Miles and Meghan walked onwards toward the Cafeteria.

-END OF CHAPTER-

EDITOR'S NOTE: (I'm not the author, so no A/Ns from me. :P) I had to fix a LOT of stuff in here from the original roleplay. I hope everyone doesn't mind. I had to make the bits and pieces fit into the story better, and to do that I needed to edit a lot of stuff. 99% of the dialogue was kept in, however, with some bits added to keep the storyline flowing.

This should be the chapter with the most edits, since it kinda was creaky starting, and after my character begun it got a lot better with storyline. I'll update with the next piece tonight.

Comments, questions, whatever are welcome. And if the RPers have any problem with what I did, they can PM me promptly and I'll change what they ask of me.

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Last edited by Xero Wright on Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:24 pm, edited 2 times in total.

Funny stuff. I, for one, am glad you decided to put it up. Looking forward to the next chapter.

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Neat! You did a good job making it flow.

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That was really good! ^_^ Nice work!

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You know what? I have such time on my hands right now that I'm going to go ahead and do Chapter 2! Almost every character will make an appearance here if he or she did not in the first chapter. Here we go!

Editor's Note: If I edit anything with something like 'favorite' when it was originally 'favourite', etc., please forgive me. x.x It's a habit. (Not a habit to correct. I mean when I rewrite sentences.)


Phoenix Wright: Ace College Student

Chapter 2: Lunchroom Drama


Phoenix and Thomas ran into the lunchroom, and sat down, awaiting Dahlia.

And, just as quickly as they came in, the doors of the cafeteria again opened and Dahlia Hawthorne walked in, her parasol high in the air and her face as sweet as sugar. She walked over to the line and picked herself up some soup, a personal favorite food of hers.

"Dollie!" Phoenix rushed her and grabbed her in a big hug that lifted her off the ground, then spun her around a few times.

Grr...why is this idiot here so quickly?! He wasn't meant to be here til 1'o clock... Dahlia's face didn't show her mind, so she smiled sweetly as Phoenix put her down. "Ah, my beloved Feenie...how are you?" She spoke as she tilted her head.

Thomas ran up and held out his hand. "H-Hi, D-Dahlia. M-My name is T-T-Thomas..."

"Pleased to meet you...Tommy." Dahlia shook his hand. Another friend...? I feel for him, having a loser like this wimp... She thought, thinking of Phoenix.
"Um...shall we sit...?" She was pretending to be a little nervous, as if she was attracted to Phoenix.

"Okay, sure!" Phoenix laughed and pulled a chair for her to sit in.

"Thank you...Feenie." Dahlia blushed as she sat down with her soup and began to sip it. She hated how hot it was. "So...how are you today?" She asked politely.

"Great!" Phoenix sat across from her. "Well I think I'm getting a cold." He added timidly.

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Meanwhile, Iris cheerfully made her way to the cafeteria, a large brown bag under one arm. She always looked forward to having lunch with her darling Feenie, but today in particular was special. All those nights of work had finally paid off, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction when she gave it to him.

She pushed the swinging door open and surveyed the dining area. Her eyes quickly found Phoenix, but the sight of the person with him drained all the color from her face, and she was just barely able to cover her mouth with her free hand in time to keep her shriek from escaping.

Iris bolted out of the cafe, praying nobody saw her. She ran to the nearest restroom, checked for occupants, and upon finding none, dialed her sister's number on her cell.

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Meghan came into the lunchroom. "Oh, what is this? A party?" It was much more crowded than usual in the cafeteria today.

Suzumi came into the cafeteria shortly after, clutching her handbag. She chose some Japanese sushi and sat on a table with a bunch of gossipy girls. She looked across and saw Larry again...and Dahlia.

Phoenix was smiling like a little boy on Christmas. He didn't even care that she seemed to forget his lunch today; he was just happy to be with her.

Meghan saw Phoenix, and said, "Oh, it's you again..."

"Hi!" He greeted happily. "Meghan, right?" He thought about getting up, but a rather violent sneeze interrupted that thought. "This is my girl, Dollie." He introduced while he wiped his nose off with his sleeve.

"Ah, yes... er, hello... Dollie, is it? Wait, is that your real name?" Meghan asked incredulously.

"No...my name is Dahlia Hawthorne. It's nice to meet you." Dahlia held out her hand to Meghan.

"Nice to meet you, Dahlia." Meghan shook her hand. "You're very pretty... Phoenix is a lucky man."

And an annoying one at that, too. Dahlia thought, but then spoke: "Thank you...I love my darling Feenie...although I could never be perfect..." She tilted her head.

Suzumi watched as Dahlia spun her emotions around the group. She finished her food and got up. Suddenly, she tripped again and landed in front of the table where Larry, Dahlia and everyone else was.

Meghan jerked her head to the left as some food splattered onto her, and saw Suzumi on the ground. "...Are you alright...?" She wiped some food off of her skirt and held out a hand to Suzumi.

"Thank you...I'm sorry about the food..." Suddenly, Suzumi felt her pocket. It was empty.
"Oh no!" She bent onto the floor. "Oh...I hope I haven't lost it..." She murmured, she was on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong?" asked Meghan.

"I dropped my fan...someone special to me made it for me and I have to find it!" Suzumi spoke as she looked under the seats.

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Come on, please, please, just answer... Iris paced back and forth in the empty restroom, pouring all her will into her phone as if that would actually make her twin pick up faster.

This isn't good, it isn't good at all, she thought, and bit her thumb nervously. Okay, stop, breathe. Maybe you're overreacting... No, no! Why else would she be here? She didn't even tell me! Should I just go out there? No, of course I can't do that. But what else am I supposed to do? I have to do something!

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Emi, now covered in blotches of red paint which looked too much like blood on one glance, walked into the cafeteria happily enough. She looked at the large selection of exotic foods, but as usual was too chicken to pick one of them. She grabbed her usual hamburger and fries before having a seat wherever was empty.

Meanwhile, Dahlia looked amused as she watched Suzumi frantically searching for her fan. Suddenly, she saw a flash of red hair, and smiled at Phoenix. "Oh, Feenie...I'm so very sorry...but I forgot my text book for my next class and it's best I get it now. Please, just wait here." She kissed him goodbye and walked out the door.

Just like she thought, Iris was there, Dahlia dragged her hand and pulled her up to her room.

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Once there, she said angrily, "Iris, why didn't you tell that idiot to wait? He came earlier then you said and for the last ten minutes, I've had to listen to that pathetic talk of his with his stupid friends!"

Iris flinched. "I-I'm sorry, sister..." she mumbled, averting her eyes in shame. "He was already gone by the time I got to his room. I tried to call you, but you didn't answer..."

She squeezed her package and turned back to Dahlia. "Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about this, but...do you think it's a good idea to eat right here on campus? I mean, our classes are pretty far apart, but something like this could happen again, and if someone saw us together..."

"Are you telling ME what to do?!" Dahlia shrieked. "I'm not going to let my life be changed because of some moron who can't even afford an umbrella!

"Actually...that reminds me, sister...do remember to try harder to get that pendant...or else I'll have to step in. But, I think I'll go eat at that fancy restaurant for lunch...perhaps you aren't so naive, after all. Just remember this...he has two new friends, Thomas and Meghan." Dahlia stepped out, slamming the door behind her.

Iris sighed heavily at the door. By now she was more than used to her twin's verbal abuse; anyone whose life was hanging in the balance like hers would feel like lashing out at the world...right? Besides, she was giving her this chance to help end this chain of death and turn her sister's life around. Still...she just couldn't force herself to overlook these subtle threats to him...

Iris shook her head and wiped her eyes. No time for this now. She rushed back to the cafeteria to find her Feenie again.

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"I'll help you! If th-that's okay..." said Meghan, now moving chairs around too.

Suzumi froze as Meghan bent down to help her. "No...it's fine, thank you for your help..." She smiled for a bit before searching again.

"No, no....I know how you feel." Meghan kept on searching despite the fact of what Suzumi just told her. "I've lost my guitar like...3 times. I never knew how easy it was to lose such a big thing...eh heh." Meghan blushed and giggled a bit.

"A...guitar...?" Suzumi stared whimsically at Meghan. "Umm...I'm sure....." she was at a loss for words until she went back to looking for her fan, silence coming from her.

"Yes, I dream of being...a rock star. I have a major in music, stupid grandfather told me to go here in his death will. But, there's no choice for me here...guess I'll never make my dreams come true." Meghan sighed and went off into space little bit, but then she noticed Suzumi still searching for the fan. "Please. I'd anything to help...besides, I've got nothing better to do."

"Oh.....I'm sorry to hear...about your grandfather...but I'm sure he had his reasons to make sure you get a good education." Suzumi paused, hoping she hadn't angered or upset Meghan.

"...he never liked me, I never liked him..." Meghan paused. "Don't worry about it, I've got bigger problems...trying to fit in this new college is... terrifying for me, really." Meghan noticed Suzumi staring at her in amazement.

"I see...I'm kind of into the family business...we originate from Japan and live in a Japanese style house and my room has ornaments from Japan and I even dance with styles from Japan." Suzumi spoke.
She bent down even further to see the fan. "Oh! Is that it?" She said to Meghan, she could see something wooden besides someone's foot.

"W-wow...all from Japan, huh?" Meghan laughed a bit. "You didn't look Japanese when I first saw you. Well...it helps for the conversation, I'm partly English and Australian... and I don't even have an accent!" Meghan giggled.

"Hmm, that must b-be it...let me pick it up for you." Meghan pulled on the fan gently. "Someone's stepping on it!"

"N-no!!" Suzumi immediately grabbed the shoe and lifted it off with such force that the person in the chair toppled down. Suzumi grabbed the fan and looked at the face who had fallen down. "Oh...no...Larry, I'm sorry..." She spoke, clutching her fan, which was luckily not broken. Oh no...why can't I get the courage to face Larry? Suzumi thought. "Umm...I have to go. Bye!" Suzumi immediately hurried off before Larry could say anything in front of her.

"W-WAIT!" Meghan ran along with Suzumi and she tapped her shoulder gently. "Wh-where are you going?" Meghan looked back at the puzzle man who's name was apparently Larry. "Do you like that...man?" Meghan whispered quietly into Suzumi's ear.

"N-No! I don't like him!" Suzumi spoke out a bit too quickly. "I...have to go do some studying...and practice my dancing...I'll see you later!" Suzumi waved quickly to Meghan and rushed off.

Larry stood up. "W-Wait! ... Oh man. Well, Nick, I gotta get to work. See ya!" He tore out of the lunchroom.

Felix Rodes came from behind the dumpster with an acoustic guitar. Some first day. I come 4 hours late and get kicked out by a janitor, then I go out and play music on the street to get a quick buck. Educational step forward my ass. He looked around at everyone leaving. DAMN! I should try and talk to someone... He walked into the lunchroom and saw Meghan, and said, "Hi! I'm Felix Rodes. And this is my guitar, Raul." He bowed and said, "Who might you be, ma'am?"

"...Hello..." Meghan was left dumbstruck by Suzumi leaving her all of a sudden; she was still staring at the place where the fan was; where Larry had fell down; and most of all, where Suzumi left her. "...A guitar named Raul?" Meghan cast a suspicious look at Felix.

"Yes, I named it to know which guitar I use for shows. Oh, I didn't catch your name. I can't properly introduce myself without knowing." he responded.

"I'm Meghan..." Meghan was still watching Felix with suspicious eyes. "That's interesting, though. Naming your guitar..."

"Yes, I'm in a rock band. I play lead guitarist." He pulled a card out of his guitar case. "Rock-Ness. We're playing tonight, actually. And... pleased to meet you, Meghan." He bowed and kissed her hand.

"Ugh...er..." Meghan quickly hid her hand behind her back and wiped the kiss so Felix couldn't see. She took the card and slipped in her backpack. "I'll...look into it..." Meghan said with a slight mumble of discomfort.

"Oh, do you have a band?" Felix put down his case and got the hair out of his eyes.

"Mhmm. It's call 'Die Happy'."

"Die Happy... Do you have a demo CD yet? I know a guy who could make you one." Felix said thoughtfully.

"Of course I do..." Meghan rolled her eyes but quickly smiled at Felix so he wouldn't notice her. "What's the point of having a major in music if you can't even succeed at it?"

"Whoa, did I insult you? I'm sorry... You don't seem to like me very much." Felix smiled anyway. He really didn't care. There were more people, more importantly, girls, at the park where the show would be.

"Er....I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to go to this college...s-so I have to live with it." Meghan changed her expression and smiled.

"Is something wrong?" Felix stopped smiling.

"Nah, nothing... well I've lost my friends back home. But i've gained something..." Meghan smiled. "A couple of new friends here, I guess. But no musical offers here whatsoever..." She stared at the wall of the school cafeteria with a dull expression. "You know... I wonder if we'll ever...do battle with our bands." Meghan smiled at the thought.

Meanwhile, Edgeworth smiled- a very rare sight- and tossed his hair, keeping silver locks out of his eyes. He was happy to see Phoenix the way that he was- He had never thought his old-time friend would gain a girlfriend as pretty as she was. He was sitting the other side of the room, reading- He didn't like the cafeteria food, and often made his own. A thin pair of glasses were place on his face, resting squarely on the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to disturb Phoenix- If he wanted to talk to him, then let him come-Miles didn't like talking much.

The kiss earlier had left Phoenix smiling big and dumb. He waited not so patiently for his Dollie to return, and when she did he greeted her with the same enthusiasm as before. He lifted his small thin body off the ground with his hug and spun her around. "I'm so glad you're back!" He said before giving her a kiss.

From behind his novel, Edgeworth smirked. Phoenix's complete lack of anybody else around him other than the cute red-headed girl was almost cute, in a childish sense of the word- It was almost like she had spun a little spell n him and that Thomas boy, whom he knew so little about. Although... He shrugged, and returned to his novel, noble gray eyes lacing themselves into the words.

Iris melted in Phoenix's tender embrace. In an instant, all her worries and doubts went poof. "Feenie, you're embarrassing me..." she giggled, blushing. "Oh!" She fished a bento out of her paper bag and handed it to him. "I brought your lunch! And..." she added, offering the bag and the sweater inside as well, "...this is for you. It's not much, but..." Iris' eyes and voice dropped shyly. "...I hope you like it."

Phoenix took the sweater out and for a second his face went blank. It was big, pink, and had a giant heart with his first initial stitched onto it. But when he looked up into his Dollie's face he smiled. "I love it!" He declared and put it on in front of everyone. He then pulled the chair out for Dollie to sit down so they could have lunch.

"I'm so glad!" she gushed. "It looks wonderful on you, Feenie!" She seated herself in the chair formerly occupied by her sister and started in on her soup, wishing it weren't so cold. "I'm sorry I took so long getting back. It seems your friends have left without us..."

"Huh?" Phoenix had forgotten anyone was even with him. "Oh right! I don't mind." He said as he dug into his lunch.

Iris set her spoon down, then folded her hands in her lap as she silently watched the wonderful man sitting across from her. His beautiful eyes like sapphires, his strong but dignified jaw, the rice grain that somehow stuck itself to his cheek as he ate...the delicate gold chain around his neck... "...Feenie?" she asked cautiously. "About the necklace I gave you...I know what it means to you, but...could you please let me have it back?"

Phoenix laughed. Dollie was never really good at jokes, so he liked to humor her when she made them. "This lunch is really good!" He told her enthusiastically.

"Oh...t-thank you, Feenie..." Iris threw in a little laugh to cover her dejected sigh. "S-so... How are your classes this semester?"

"Ugh, I kinda kept putting off all the 'required' courses so now I've got a lot of hard classes to take." Phoenix made fingers quotes around the word 'required' and rolled his eyes when he was done. "It's really my fault, I guess."

"That's a shame..." Iris finished her cold meal and dabbed her mouth with her napkin. "Which courses are you taking? I might be able to help you study if I know anything about your subjects."

"Um." Phoenix gave his Dollie a somewhat blank stare for a moment. "I don't remember. It's a lot of really heavy books though. I'd have to go back to my room and get my schedule."

Iris shook her head. "No, I couldn't trouble you like that..." Her face suddenly brightened as a solution came to her. "Would you like me to go to your room after classes end for the day?"

"Okay, sure." Phoenix smiled back.

Meanwhile, a girl named Miley ran into the lunchroom, shouting "Oh god, I'm late!" She frantically tried to find a place to sit.

The young man looked up from his novel, lifting an eyebrow curiously as the new girl entered the cafeteria- Another face he was unfamiliar with. He looked around him, frowning. He was sitting all alone with his book, and hoped- nay, prayed that she wouldn't try to strike a conversation with him.

Maybe she could distract him from that repulsive pink sweater.

It was sort of a fit of luck that as Phoenix was looking happily at his Dollie that his eyes slipped focus and he noticed Miles Edgeworth reading a book some way aways. His face paled.

" Hmm?" Miles, officially distracted from his novel, felt a pair of eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up. He turned his head, silver stands of hair falling gracefully over his attractive face. His pale eyes were soon to meet Phoenix's, and he straighted. Well. This was an odd reunion. His face held no expression, remaining as blank as a sheet of paper.

Phoenix wasn't really sure what to do. He hadn't seen Miles since grade school when he, as far as Phoenix was concerned, saved his life. Now he was just suddenly here at this school. Though it wasn't really the sudden appearance that kept startling Phoenix. It was how cold Mile's face had gotten. Even as a child he never was one for expressions, but there was something so incredibly different about the way he looked at the world around him now. Phoenix found himself almost afraid that if he spoke to him he might figure out what the difference was.

Miles cocked his head to the side. Phoenix looked downright confused. Yes, it had been a while, but what was with that expression? It was almost as if Phoenix didn't recognize him? Did he change all that dramatically? he didn't think so; He could probably recognize his former best friend a mile away.
In an attempt to show that he was, he gave an attempt at a smile: Something which Edgeworth rarely did.

Phoenix smiled back, though it looked a little awkward. He was always so bad at smiling when he didn't really feel like it. He then did something else that was so out of place that he sounded a little disconnected from the world as he said it. "Um, could you excuse me, Dollie?" Phoenix got up, his lunch unfinished, and walked over to Mile's table.

"Of course, Feenie," she answered sweetly. Her eyes followed him until he stopped in front of an attractive but somehow gray-haired young man; at that point she realized she was staring and turned away quickly, deciding Phoenix would introduce her if he wanted.

The doors opened, announcing the arrival of yet another person. Chris Hall walked in, carrying his bookbag on his back. His red shirt read 'This is the part where I nod and pretend like I'm listening,' and he had on a serious look about him, though upon entering the lunchroom, he seemed to tense up a bit. There's so many people... he thought, adjusting his glasses a bit.

Miles, seeing Phoenix approach, took out a paper bookmark from the front cover of his novel, setting it at the page he was at and closed the book, his smile keeping in place, despite the fact that he wanted to badly to wipe it away like a hand swatting a fly- It was almost like the expression had frozen onto his face the minute Phoenix stood.
Well, he contemplated as he eyed Phoenix curiously, standing in greeting, You can't say you weren't expecting this. Time to face things like a man. His nodded at his thoughts, (Although when he thought about, it could have looked like a greeting gesture.) even has his stomach tightened slightly.

Phoenix had a hard time getting at least one of the thousands of questions rushing through his head to slip out of his mouth. So until one did he just stood and stared with his mouth open. This lasted until he closed his eyes, shook his head, and decided to just start simple. "Hi."

Miles stood rooted to the spot. He, like the other young man, really didn't know what to say. He was sure there was a lot of unanswered questions that Phoenix had, and he didn't quite know if he could answer them or not. But, he could only avoid these questions for oh-so long. He, in an unpredicted motion, extended a hand. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Phoenix jumped back like the hand was a snake that had intended to bite him. Then he laughed nervously and took it. "Yeah." He shook it hard to hide the fact his hand was trembling then pulled it away so he could wave. "Well I have class. I guess I'll be seeing you around." Without waiting for Edgeworth's response to all this Phoenix backed up a few paces and left the cafeteria.

Only a couple minutes passed, during which Iris had begun thinking over what sort of snacks she should prepare for their study date, before her curiousity forced her to steal another glance at her Feenie's meeting - or what would have been his meeting if he wasn't dashing out of the cafeteria. She jumped out of her seat and nearly called out to him, but he was gone before she could speak.

Emi, meanwhile sat with her feet propped against the table. There were so many people to just sit and watch today. The foreboding appearance that all the red paint on her clothes gave off was helping to keep her table pretty empty, so when she was done eating all there was left to do was people watch. The different exchanges were amusing at least.

As she observed she noticed several students walking in looking new and confused as to what to do with themselves. She watched them without reservation or shame as the cogs whirred in her brain. Then she took the sketch pad from her bag and started to draw.

Chris walked around the lunchroom, looking at everyone who was around. He was really tense by this time, and had no idea where to sit. Almost every table was taken, and he didn't know anyone. This is what I get for not being able to make friends...

Chris noticed the spikey-haird man run past him, wearing a pink sweater. Heh, he looked kind of silly in that. But why'd he run away so quick? ... Right, that's not my concern. I've got to find a place to sit, I must look so weird walking around... He kept wandering around, feeling his head spin. Scratch that... I'll just sit on the floor if no tables open up.

Iris turned back to the table and the unfinished lunch box. Without a word, she solemnly packed the remains and walked towards the exit.

Chris finally saw someone standing up, but saw her look quite sad. "Are you all right?" he asked. He was glad the seat was about to be vacated, but he was one to be curious, especially if someone seemed upset and was with nobody.

Iris turned to the spectacled man. Seeing his shirt made her wonder about the authenticity of his concern for a moment, but thought she should put on a brave face anyway. "Ah...y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you..." Her brain ordered her to smile reassuringly. "I apologize if I gave the impression something was wrong."

Chris nodded. When he saw her look at his shirt, he quickly responded, "The shirt's just for laughs. I thought it was amusing. Either way, er, sorry if I intruded on anything with my question. I just saw someone dash out, and then you looked sad." He tilted his head for a second.

Felix waited a tad longer, watching them converse. His mom told him never to butt in. Noting the pause, however, he realized he had been waiting too long, and stuck out his hand. "Hi! My name is Felix Rodes. Who are you?"

Chris turned around. "Chris Hall." He didn't take the hand; he disliked handshakes. Probably one out of the many reasons he didn't make many friends.

"Chris Hall... Nah. I thought maybe I'd known you from somewhere before. So, what's your major, Chris?" He took back his hand and smiled.

"Computer Programming. I'm studying various programming languages, to broaden my abilities for the future."

Iris snapped back to reality after spacing out, and gasped. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize we were making such a scene..." she stammered, fidgeting nervously. She noted the boys' names mentally, and hoped her sister hadn't forgotten to mention them as people she should know. "I...my name is Dahlia Hawthorne," she introduced with a polite head bow after recomposing herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"Ah, no, don't worry," Chris shook his head. "I only noticed that boy go talk to the grey-haired one, and then run off. And, the pleasure is mine, Ms. Hawthorne." He bowed respectfully.

"As is mine. My name is Felix Rodes." He bowed down and almost reached for her hand to kiss, but remembered his mental note. "How are you, Ms. Hawthorne?"

"Oh, please feel free to call me Dahlia. I'm very well, thank you for asking," she smiled. "How has this beautiful day treated you?"

"Well, Ms. Haw- Dahlia, today has been great for me. And how about you, lo- miss?" He was about to say, "love", but he barely knew her to call her that.

Iris blinked in confusion. "Lowmis?" She shook her head clear and glowed again. "Each day at this school is wonderful to me. I've treasured every moment here..." Her eyes grew starry, gazing off at nothing in particular.

"Oh, nothing. So you like the school? I haven't heard anyone say they liked it while I've been here!" He shrugged. "So, Dahlia, what are you majoring in?"

"Well...I have a special reason for enjoying it here..." she murmured half to herself, feeling her face redden. It took Iris a moment to process Felix's question and snap back to reality. "Oh! My major? It was...no, I mean, is...literature! Yes, my major is literature! What about you?" she answered clumsily.

"Literature, eh? Interesting! Do you want to be a writer? Well, as for me, I aspire to be the world's greatest surgeon, so my major is anatomy," said Felix.

"...What? I thought you were a rockstar, Felix!" Meghan smiled.

"Well, thank you for calling me a star, but that's really just a passionate pastime. My real dream is to be a surgeon, like my good friend Derek Stiles." He smiled back.

Chris chuckled. "Really, now? A surgeon is a difficult job to achieve. ... Well, I guess as is the job I'm going for... not so much difficult to achieve, but difficult to prosper in." He looked back over at Dahlia. "You aspire to be a writer? That's a very good career choice!" He grinned. "There need to be more writers in the world, if you ask me. The world of books is quite fascinating. I bet you will do very well."

"Chris, you beat me to it. Well, you're right. Being a surgeon is hard, but it's my calling in life. I know it. I think I can do the best I can and do it well," replied Felix.

Chris nodded. "Well, as long as you strive to achieve what you wish, I'm sure you will do well. ... By the way, is this table taken anymore? I need to get to my studies..." He trailed off.

"I suppose... Oh yeah, let's sit down." He offered Dahlia a seat. "Please, ma'am, take a seat."

Chris sat down, and saw Felix doing the same and offering Dahlia a seat. He took his backpack, and out of it came a laptop. He quickly set it up and flipped up the monitor. He logged on, and began typing. "Just gotta keep working on this..."

"Term paper? A programming term paper? How funny that you're doing it on a computer," chuckled Felix.

"Actually, it's not a term paper. It's a program I'm coding." He said this while looking at the computer screen, typing away madly. "This isn't anything related to my studies, but I find it good practice for the upcoming chapters."

"Felix...you haven't introduced me to this young man, have you?" Meghan was obviously implying it on Chris, whom was talking with Felix.

"Oh, please, allow me to introduce myself." Chris actually stopped typing, and looked over at Meghan. "My name is Chris Hall." He bowed his head slightly, actually giving off a smile. "May I ask your name?"

"Im...er...Meghan Elise Rose, but just call me Meg or Meghan." Meghan blushed and backed away a bit to reassure of herself to reality. "I overheard you were a computer programmer; that's quite interesting..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Meghan. And as for my computer programming, it's a very difficult field of work. I've been working with computers for years, only beginning programming about four or five years ago."

Felix butted in and asked, "What kind of program?"

Chris responded, "A simple program designed to work with any sort of science equation. If it works, I will have something to evaluate myself on, and help with my science homework."

"I have a major in music, but I see that's not as hard as computer programming..." Meghan trailed off.

"Anything can be easy or somewhat easy when you work at it and know what you're doing," said Chris. "No field of work is necessarily harder than another, if you can do it. I'd love to hear you sing sometime."

"Oh, geez...I can't do solos." Meghan giggled and blushed. "All of my band members are back at home in New York. I think I'm going to have to quit my dreams..."

Chris shook his head. "You should never give up on your dreams. I bet if you tried, you could do a single. All you have to do is try. Sometime, you should go someplace where you're alone, and feel comfortable, and just try to sing. Have a music sheet or something to sing to with you. It really works."

"Oh, I meant I COULD do solos, but I'm not used to singing them to random people. Not that you're random; it's just that I always did it to locals in my city..." Meghan smiled. "Perhaps, I could try..."

Chris nodded. "I understand. I'd like to hear one sometime, though. If you don't mind, that is." He saw someone try to come and take his laptop, and his head quickly snapped toward the person. "Don't. Touch. My. Laptop."

Meghan laughed at Chris' reaction. "That's how I would react to my guitar if someone smashed it, except I'd go nuts."

As the person walked away, Chris put one arm on his laptop, as if protecting it, and he looked back over at Meghan. "Oh, it's been stolen plenty of times. I've always gotten it back in the end though. Never really ran into anyone maliceful enough to actually keep it for very long." He sighed. "They just think it's hilarious to steal my laptop because I'm too 'geeky.'

"Awwh! That's not true...I don't think you're geeky at all, Chris!" Meghan smiled at him once again. "...that coming from a musician."

Chris laughed. "Well, being a computer programmer isn't an easy task. It's highly ridiculed by people who prefer brawn over brains, and sports, etcetera..."

"Oh well....I had a computer loving boyfriend before. He was nicer than the ones that played football..." Meghan was attempting to make Chris feel better about himself. "They aren't so obsessed with their looks all the time."

"That's the way it always is," said Chris. "I never cared about the way I looked. Perhaps that's why people ridicule me for it. But it doesn't bother me. All I want is to succeed in life as my dream job... and make more friends, despite my traits." He half-shrugged. "I have these bad tendencies of losing friends for almost no reason..."

Miley looked around for a table and found Chris, and more notably to her, his laptop. "Can I use that for something real fast?" She asked after running over to the table he was sitting at.

Chris kept his laptop to himself. "...I'm afraid I can't let someone who I don't know use my laptop. Sorry." He pointed over to a wall, where another computer sat. "That's one of the public school computers, though. You could use that easier."

"Oh...But the school public computers block ebay." Miley said. "I guess I won't be able to tell if I'll win that limited addition Pichu Plushie. By the way, the name is Miley."

Chris and Felix introduced themselves.

Emi walked up to the group. It was unclear as to just who she was addressing as she said, "Could you show me the back of your hand real quick." Her eyes had settled on Felix, but since he wasn't responding immediately she clarified. "The one with the music going."

Chris rose an eyebrow as the girl came up and asked Felix to show her the back of his hand. Exactly what is she doing? He waited to find out.

Felix looked up at Emi. "My hand...?" He stuck it out. "Uh, here..."

Emi grabbed it and inspected it for a moment. She then simply went back to her seat and resumed her sketching.

Chris rose an eyebrow again. "Wow... that was... odd." He then turned back to his laptop, typing away again madly.

"...What was that for...?" came Felix's voice.

Emi honestly hadn't expected him to speak to her again. Much less want to know what she was up to. As an answer she flipped her sketch pad around to show him an unfinished somewhat shaded drawing of the group of them talking. She'd just finished the back of his hand, which at the time she started sketching, you could see at his side.

"Ooh! That's a great drawing! Is Raul in it?" He tried to see it again.

Chris kept on typing, and finally stopped. "...Finished." He grinned, and compiled it into the program. He hadn't expected to finish it so early, but he felt happier than he did when he first attempted to sit down. This was the first time in a long time that people had actually spoken to him, let alone acknowledge him at all. Once it finished, he launched the program. A very large calculator appeared on the screen, with all sorts of buttons and functions from various science classes; Biology, Chemistry, Anatomy, and Physics, all which he had to learn.

Emi processed Felix's request, fllipped the book around and in a minute or so she changed his pose to what it had been before she'd spoken to him. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Raul was the name of his little item. She looked up at him, deadpan, and showed the picture to Felix.

"Whoa, that's amazing!" he said.

"I have a photographical memory," said Emi plainly.

Felix nodded, and then ran to see Chris' program. "What is that?"

Chris grinned again, turning the screen that so Meghan could also see. "Can do any function from any science class... though I really only need it for Physics. Only science that I'm really interested in."

Felix ran back over to Emi, who motioned him to look.

She flipped the pages over to some other sketches. Each nicely shaded and detailed of things that had happened while she was watching. The some poses from the conversation of band battling, and the awkward reunion of friends. The earliest ones (which she logically got to last) were of people walking in looking for seats or just generally confused, and two of the tackle hugs that a spike haired man had given to a red haired girl. In each one the expression of the girl was different.

Chris closed his laptop, and put it up. He then went over to Emi. "May I look at the pictures?" he said, interested.

She handed him the sketch pad. While he had it she absently drew on the table.

He flipped through the photos. "Wow. Your drawing is amazing!" He flipped through some more, and saw the two pictures with Dahlia. "Odd... she has different expressions in each one." He tilted his head. "I guess she was happier the second time around."

"These are good! Hmmm..." Felix skimmed with Chris.

Emi had her own theories as to why the expressions were different, but there were too many of them to blather out. She added, "I have been drawing since I was six."

"Come to think of it, in that first picture, she seems to be surprised... and not in a good way," he said. "Well, I guess with how loud that kid is, he can startle anyone... But it's still odd..." He looked at Emi with an expression that read 'Something here is more than meets the eye...'

She pointed at a window in the building across from them. "My angle was different for the first photo," she said deadpan.

"I see." Chris tilted his head. "I guess something else must've happened... it's nothing to worry about."

"What were you doing up there, anyway?" asked Felix.

"I was painting," said Emi simply. "On top of the art department building." She looked down at the table; it now had a perfect sketch of the three of them conversing. "It's a habit," she explained, then licked the side of her hand and began wiping the drawing off of the table.

"Ah, no, it's fine," came Chris' reply. He handed her back the sketchpad with a smile. "You draw magnificently well."

"You say you've been drawing since you were six?" Felix kept playing.

"I couldn't talk until I was about thirteen." Emi started sketching again once she got it back. "There was nothing wrong with me, just something bad happened when I was little, and I never wanted to talk. I don't remember what it was." She explained. People always asked the same questions when they learned about her past, so she tried to answer them all before they did.

"Ah, I see." Chris stood up straight.

"That's horrible. I'm sorry for you, er....... What's your name again?" asked Felix.

"Emily Brown." Emi replied and tore a page out of her sketch pad. She handed Chris one of himself showing off his calculator program. "I liked that smile there." She pointed at his expression with her eraser. "Thought you might want to have it."

"Oh, thanks!" said Chris, smiling. "My name is Chris Hall."

"And I'm Felix Rodes," said Felix.

Suddenly, Iris spoke up. "Um...excuse me... Please forgive me for eavesdropping, but...the reason I appeared upset the first time Feenie hugged me is because I had injured my side earlier and he had accidentally squeezed a tender spot." She wasn't exactly sure why she felt the need to address this, as it was probably nothing.

"Mm?" Chris had almost forgotten that Dahlia was there. "Oh, really? Hm. Well, that would explain it." Not entirely, though... I still have my doubts, he thought to himself. I'll just keep quiet... He sat back down. "Have to go to class soon... and yet, for the first time, I really don't want to leave the cafeteria..."

"Yes...yes, that's all it was..." Iris confirmed, a bit late, seemingly a bit flustered. She bowed to the group suddenly. "Please excuse me, I have to be going," she blurted swiftly. "It was very nice meeting all of you." She clutched the lunch box and rushed out of the cafeteria before anyone could question her.

"...She's quite shy, isn't she?" asked Chris, tilting his head. "I guess she's still a bit flustered from when that boy left so suddenly."

Felix saw Dahlia run and got up. "Whoa, slow down! She's er.... Pretty shy, you're right."

"Speaking of leaving, I have to leave for class..." Chris sighed. "But it was very nice meeting all of you."

"Oh, crap, me too! Hey, if we don't see each other again, come to the park at 6:00 and see my band play! Bye everyone!" Felix took Raul and his bag and ran off.

Chris stood up. "See you all." He started walking out.

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Phoenix couldn't really help but wonder what was wrong with himself as he walked back to his room. The truth was it was another thirty minutes before his next class, and it wasn't until his stomach grumbled that he realized he hadn't even finished his lunch. Then the realization of something far worse set it. "I didn't say goodbye to Dollie!" He wanted to slap himself as he ran back towards the cafeteria.

He had a hard time getting back to the cafeteria. It was like the universe around him was doing its darnedest to keep him from saying good bye to his Dollie. It wasn't long until he had to choose between finding her or being late to his next class. "I'll get to see her tonight." He assured himself and turned around.

END OF CHAPTER 2


Gawd, that was a long one. XD However, I felt the need to put more content into this one. I hope you all enjoyed it. If I missed any grammar errors, feel free to tell me. I think I kept the story flowing really well by editing what was necessary. I might go ahead and compile Chapter 3 tonight. Depends if I have time.

Comments, questions, whatever are welcome.

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This is excellent! You're doing an great job in translating the RP into a story. Keep up the nice work.

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Since I had time during my lunch break and the RP board is pretty silent, I figured, why not go ahead and get the third chapter done? This may be the hardest one I have to do, since I have to fix up a huge inconsistency in the storyline (but it mainly had to do with a few chars and I know the RPers of them won't mind... you know who you are, or you will after you read this chapter.)

Phoenix Wright: Ace College Student

Chapter 3: Two Rights Make A Wrong

Suzumi was busy dancing to Japanese music like she had told Meghan earlier. "Maiden of thy sky...holy thy leaves up high... Let thy tears float up to thy heavens..."
Suddenly, she froze as she looked at the clock. It was ten minutes till her next lesson. She immediatly put her things away, grabbed her bag and locked the door. She was going to cut across the cafeteria, as it was the best way possible. "Oh good...Larry isn't here." She thought with a sigh of relief. She walked across so cheerfully that she bumped into a girl who was drawing. "Oh...I'm sorry." She said.

Emi looked up nonchalantly. "I wanted to put a line on the paper there anyway." She replied and continued drawing.

"Lunchtime is allready almost over?" Miley asked, having just run back into the lunchroom. "That's not good, I barely got here!" She looked at Emily. "So...Did you draw any pictures of me?"

Emi blinked and flipped to a page of her announcing she was late.

The others went through their classes, awaiting the concert that Felix's band was holding that night.

Felix drove home with his books and Raul. He went inside and picked up his brother. "So, you ready?" He asked.

"I dunno... I just broke up with my girlfriend, man," replied his brother, Antonio

"What? Christy dumped you?"

"No, stupid, I broke up with HER."

"Chill, dude."

"No, YOU CHILL!

"Calm down!"

"I'M SICK OF YOUR SHIT!!!" Antonio puched him in the eye.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" He got out of the car and kicked Antonio.

"GRAH!!!" Antonio picked up a rock and slashed Felix in the face, going down his forehead making a huge cut between his eyes.

"AUGH!!! WHAT THE HELL, MAN!?!?!??!" He grabbed the scar and pushed Antonio down. He ran back into the car and drove off, covering his cut.

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Iris made her way back to her sister's place to prepare for the night. "Maybe some sandwiches would be good..." she suggested to herself as she rummaged through the cupboard for supplies. "Oh, I should probably start brewing some tea for sis too, just in case she gets back early..."

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Emily was sitting on the head of the large statue that was at the exact center of the campus. It was supposed to be a statue of the college's founder, but only people who bothered to read the plaque really knew that.
She was sketching the scene around her from her perch, pretty much either unnoticed or ignored. At least she'd changed out of her red paint splotched clothes into an outfit that was exactly the same just sans paint.

Felix went to the park, without his guitar. The show had been cancelled until Antonio could stop being a dick. Fat chance of that, he thought with a huge gauze bandage on his scar. I'm gonna get some looks for this little dandy, he thought surly. He sat down at a table near the statue and laid down, with a hand to his face. I'm going to kill Antonio. I'm going to stab the bastard, he thought, brooding.

Emi's legs started to swing while she sketched. She had a great view from there. A lot better than from the window in that building. When Felix sat near her she started to draw his downcast mood and added a little raincloud over his head for effect.

"Hey Emily. Watcha drawing?" He sat up and got the hair out of his eyes.

At that exact moment she was drawing Felix getting a hug from Raul that was so nice it made flower heads spontaneously generate around them. She flipped her sketch pad around to show him.

Chris had gone back to his dorm to quickly eat, and then, getting to his car, he drove down to the park. When he got out and to the statue, however, he saw Felix and Emily sitting down. "Hey, what's happening?"

"Well, Emily just drew me a cool picture of me hugging my guitar, and my son of a bitch brother gave me a scar the size of my hand." He showed him the bandage.

"Ouch. You alright, man?" Chris asked. He sat down on a bench near them, holding his backpack in his lap.

"Yeah, but we can't do the show... My brother gave me this wonderful addition to my face. He quit the band, left the house, and the show's cancelled," replied Felix.

"Ouch..." Chris frowned. "That really sucks, man."

"Tell me about it. We were planning it for 2 months, and now he has a butthole relapse because of his stupid girlfriend breaking up with him." Felix sighed and ran his finger through his hair.

Emi continued to sketch things from her perch, but she ran out of paper in her pad. She tossed it to the ground and took a fresh one from her bag.

"Hm... Oh, hey Emily," said Chris. "Say, do you mind if I have a look through the pictures you drew earlier? There's something I need to see..." He was very curious by this point.

Emily pointed at the sketch pad she'd thrown to the ground. "Have at it," she replied and flipped to another page on the one in her hand.

Chris took the sketchpad and flipped to the two pictures of the spikey-haired man tackling Dahlia. He sat down and whipped out his camera. Taking a picture of each, he uploaded them to his computer. "I have a very odd feeling about this..." he said, as he put the sketchpad back where it was. He then flipped the laptop back down. "But now's not the time for that. What are we going to do about the band problem?"

Emily thought for a moment, and then asked, "What did he play?"

"Bass. We needed him, but no, his stupid girlfriend dumps him and he cuts my face up." He sighed. "Well, what do you guys wanna do?"

"I'm up for anything, really. I wonder where Meghan is, though," asked Chris.

"Me too. She probly wanted to see the show too... Ugh. Now my mind is going against me."

"Can't you make your computer play bass?" Emi asked Chris absently. Even though she wasn't looking her hand was still sketching.

"Actually, yes it can," said Chris. "It can emulate bass sounds at will, as long as you give it something to work off of..." But then Felix interrupted him.

"Computerized bass? No thank you. If I play onstage, I want some dignity. No prerecorded bullshit. I believe in honor and trust in a band."

Chris rose an eyebrow. "Then would you rather play now or play later, and who knows when, when you spend forever looking for another person?"

"Nah, my brother usually comes to his senses... I should call him. Keep that computer handy. You're right, I need to play that show."

Chris grinned. "As you wish."

Felix pulled out his phone. "Dude, we need you to play this show! Come on, man! She was a slut anyway! She screwed the WHOLE HOCKEY TEAM!!! Every one! Even the towel boy, for God's sake! Come to your senses, man!" He kept talking to his brother, trying to convince him to come.

Chris couldn't help but snicker as he overheard the call. Felix was a bit too loud talking to his brother. He attempted to hold back laughter.

Emi walked up very close to Felix as he yelled into the phone. Her nose almost touched his as she looked very hard into his eyes before pulling back to start sketching again.

"Come on! Don't you remember that time you caught her in your bathroom sticking that picture of her ex-boyfriend in her- What? What's that? Screw you! Fine! Be a little puss! We'll play anyway! We don't need you!" He hung up. "Bastard... He won't play!" He looked at Emily as she got really close. "Another sketch? Or are we at first base?" He joked.

Emily didn't give a response to the joke. This might have been because she wasn't aware it was a joke at all. Or even she hadn't heard them speaking as she sketched away. Either way it didn't really matter. She'd gotten what she wanted.

"Ah... I guess I am needed then... hey, it's not a pre-recorded bass thing. I actually use the keyboard here to play the respective bass sounds," said Chris.

"Good. Let me teach you the chords and... Here's my song book." He held out his notebook and flipped to the "Bass" section. "This is our song list. Learn the beats and play them for me. After that, I'm getting my guitar and bandmates. They'd like to meet you guys."

Chris grinned. He booted up the bass emulation program on his laptop, and turned the volume up. He took the song book, and without hesitation, began playing the notes. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of the beat, and he played through the song. "Of course... you'll have to hook up my computer to the speakers so it synchronizes with the other instruments... it'll sound exactly like real bass."

"Sweet! Sounds just like Antonio! That'll teach him! Alright, lemme go get my band and guitar. Be right back, guys!" Felix ran over to his car and went to get everything and everybody.

Chris shut his laptop. "Hope Meghan comes to watch. I want to see if I can be of any help to her on her music."

Emi chewed on her thumbnail as she looked over what she'd just drawn. It was like a comic book page. Each panel showing a small journey that started at Felix's eyes, rushed inside, and ended with him screaming at the top of his lungs in a stark black room. There was one last space on the bottom of the page that she quickly drew on. The room expanded to show that is wasn't black at all. There was just a large black figure looming behind Felix laughing maniacally.

Felix came back 20 minutes later with a car full of people and instruments. "Hey guys! Lemme introduce you to my band... First, meet Peter."

"Let's rock!" said Peter, giving a hand sign.

"Next, Alex."

"What's up, guys?" asked Alex, giving off a grin.

"And last but not least, Lance."

"Hey, everybody!" Lance shouted.

"Guys, band. Band, guys. Now, let's set up!" roared Felix.

Chris grinned. "Just give me a place backstage to sit. I can't exactly sit on-stage with the laptop in my hand... plus the noise would disturb the inside of it."

Alex said, "Hey, where's the kid with the bass?"

Felix pointed to Chris. "Him. His computer has a bass program. We've gotta plug it in and everything."

"Sounds like a LOT of work." Lance complained.

"Shut up, Lance." Peter said.

"Oh, hello, everyone," said Chris. "Sorry, I was making sure everything else was set up."

"S'alright," Peter grunted.

"So, where do we set up?" Lance asked.

"On the stage, dumbass," Alex said with a smirk.

"Will you guys stop fighting and help me set up?" Felix pulled his X-plorer out of the trunk.

Peter groaned. "I've always gotta set up the drums..."

"Pussy." Alex snorted.

"You've got a flimsy little mic to take care of, you idiot." Peter snapped.

"Well, he's got his huge ego to carry around too," Felix joked.

"Screw you guys!" Alex pulled the mic out.

Emi followed the group without a word and without even looking up from her sketch pad.

Chris quickly hooked his laptop to the speakers, and went behind the stage. The way this is set up, nobody will see me... which is a good and a bad thing. He sighed.

"Hey, who's your cute friend?" Alex said, winking at Emily.

"Emily. And she doesn't want to go out with an egotistical jerk like you, Alex." Felix said in her defense.

"Screw you." Alex rolled his eyes. "Where was I?"

"6 feet deep into your amazing self confidence!" Peter yelled.

Lance laughed out loud and pulled his Les Paul out of the car and got a pick.

"You guys can all--!" Alex started to yell at them, but was stopped by the fact he was near a girl.

Emi absently started adding word bubbles to the expressions she was capturing. She looked almost like she were about to fall asleep as she had a seat near the stage.

"She seems pretty bored..." Alex frowned.

"Bored of you hitting on her." Peter chuckled.

"Look, I've got a thing for writers, ok!?"

Emi blinked. Her hand stopped. And whatever drawing fit that hit her had passed. She closed her sketch book and put it away. Her big brown eyes rolled across the group of men teasing one another and setting up their instruments.

"Hey, Alex, she's eyeing you!" Peter catcalled.

"Hey." Alex nodded at Emily, ignoring Peter.

Felix helped Peter with his drums. "It's a good thing we're not a metal band with 20 piece drums. These are heavy as hell!"

"Nah, ya get used to em." Peter shrugged and put the base drum down.

"Yo, this amps not turning on!" Lance looked worried.

"You didn't plug it in, stupid." Felix said, plugging in the amp.

"Oh..."

Chris chuckled as he waited for the show to start. He had his program up and ready to go.

"You set back there, bassist?" Felix called to Chris.

Alex kept looking at Emily, not aware of the shoe flying towards his left ear. "OW!!!" He yelled and grabbed his ear. "WHAT THE HELL!?"

"I'm worried for the girl, man!" Lance grabbed his shoe and put it back on.

"You COULD ruin her life, Alex. Just being in a band with you is tough..."

"RARARAGRHGRAHGRHAGRHGAHRGHRGAHGRAH!!!!!!!" Alex screamed.

"Calm down up there, Alex!" said Chris. "And, yes, I'm ready. Let's get this show on the road!"

"Show. Haha! I see what he did there." Lance chuckled.

"Dumbass..." Peter whispered.

Chris decided to get their attention by practically pushing down on one of the louder keys, making a loud sound blare from the speakers.

"Calm the heck down!" came his voice from backstage as he released the button.

"Damn! That sounded like a real bass!" Peter was shocked.

"That's the computer," Felix explained.

"Computers are basses now?" Lance asked.

"You've gotta be freaking stupid, Lance." Peter rolled his eyes and tested his drums.

Alex was still fuming.

Emi watched the display with intent interest. She didn't have a wide array of expressions to pick from, but curiosity was probably the most drastically different from her others. Her eyes opened up from their perpetual half asleep stare letting the light glitter off her iris making them change from brown to golden yellow.

Alex looked at Emily, wondering why she was looking like that.

"Yo, Chris, play me the bridge to Devil's Christmas!" Felix called, testing Chris.

"I love that song!" Lance hummed the beat.

Peter nodded. "Let's save that one for last. I think it's the best one."

Chris shouted up, "Just tell me when it's time to play, and which song! I have the book right with me."

"Devil's Christmas!" Felix repeated.

"Hey, he's makin' goo goo eyes at the girl again!"

"SCREW YOU GUYS!!!" Alex turned around and screamed. "YOU GUYS CAN -- GRR! SCREW OFFF!!! I QUIT!!!" He stomped off the stage, not looking at Emily.

"Aw, shit!" Lance, Felix, and Peter yelled. "Who's going to sing now!?" Lance yelled.

No!!! First the bassist, then the singer... Damnit! The show must go on!!! Who... WHO!?

Felix heard Chris play the notes. Then it came to him.

He ran off and went backstage and dragged Chris out. "You're singing. Get the book and learn the words. Now."

"W-W-W-W...WHAAAT!?" Chris literally shouted out. "Are you crazy? Me? Sing!? I-I've never sang before in my life! I would ruin the entire performance!"

"No you won't, just get on the stage and sing. MEMORIZE!!!" Felix shouted and handed him the book.

Emi watched each of the men move about, her focus never really rested on one longer than the other. People watching was more effective when they didn't know they were being observed, but seeing each ones reaction to her stare was at least entertaining. The was Alex that seemed to notice her the most. She couldn't help but wonder as to why that was.
She blinked at his curious behavior and took her sketch pad back out again. Her hand had rested enough.

Chris was barely able to close his dropped jaw as he was thrust in front of the mic, in front of the gathering crowd. You've gotta be kidding me! Singing!? B-But I'm not a singer! I know who is a singer... but she's not here! And if she comes while I'm singing and I do horribly...

With Alex on the move, Emi got up to follow him. She wanted to get a closer look at some of their expressions and since he was was leaving that meant he was going to be first.

Felix read his mind. "Look, Chris, Meghan's gonna love it. Just calm down, relax, and we'll practice now." He patted him on the back.

"Enter Nessy Rock, on three, boys! One, two..."

"Dude, are you SURE about this? Does he know how to sing?" Peter questioned.

"Of course! He's the best singer ever! Just play."

"ONE TWO THREE!"

Felix played the opening riff and Peter started a drum roll. Lance played the rythm beat and the computer started up, playing the bass.

"Lyrics, LYRICS!!!" Felix called out.

Chris began trying to sing. It started out softer, but he tried to make his voice a bit louder, going with the tempo and pitch of each note. It took a bit, but he finally began to feel some confidence rise in him as he felt himself get better and better... but he knew that once Meghan showed up, he would probably get embarassed. He told her he couldn't sing, and she's a singer... but with this, maybe he could help her more... and with that thought lingering in his mind, he finally took a deep breath as the second verse came along, and really got into it.

Emi followed Alex for a little while before slipping in front of him and having a good close look at his eyes. Once she was satisfied she backed off and headed back towards the band.

"Hell yeah!" They all called out.

Felix started the solo and Peter banged the drums as hard as he could in the rythm of the fast notes Felix was playing. Lance started his solo soon after and the thrid verse came along.

If Meghan's not impressed by this guy, she's dead. Felix thought smiling at Chris. I think it's time that we go along with Plan A... if he likes her, then it's my job as a friend to get them together. Right?

Meanwhile, Alex sat down on the statue, thinking. Assholes! Just because I like some girl doesn't mean they can push me like that!

Chris finished the song, and took a deep breath as he said the final line. It was over for the moment; he had successfully sang the song, and people were clapping.

"AW yeah! Allow me to introduce you all to out new singer, CHRIS HALL!!!" Felix pointed at Chris.

Everyone in the band cheered.

"Alright everybody, are you ready..." He made his voice go low. "For... DEVIL'S CHRISTMAS!!?"

The crowd cheered as Peter started the song with a quick beat. Felix nodded at Chris to start as he played the opening solo.

Emi, thankfully probably to most, stood on the sidelines a while as she sketched the different things going on both onstage and in the audience. She was going to dedicate this entire book to Rock-ness as a sort of thanks for them being so nice to her. After all, art was really the only thing of value she had to offer. With this thought in mind she closed the sketchbook so she could draw the band's name on the front of the powder blue cover and then signed the corner. She had a bad habit of forgetting to sign her sketches so signing the front should be enough.

Meanwhile, Chris was waiting for his part to start, nervously shaking. Oh boy... here we go again. Let's hope I can keep this one going. Chris began to sing the lines, this time knowing what he's doing in terms of pitch. He was able to look at the crowd, but he still didn't feel comfortable enough to walk around the stage with the mic while singing, something he always saw rock bands doing. He stood rooted to the spot, finally gaining confidence, and then he saw a face he recognized... but it wasn't her. He kept singing.

Felix and Lance nodded to each other. At the start of the final and biggest solo, they ran to eachother and did a power slide in front of Chris, making their guitars an "X" framing his face while playing their respective solos and smiling at the crowd.

Chris did the solo with the best voice he could attempt with the mood of the song, and finished it. He then saw the crowd cheering immensely.

"That was SICK!!!" Felix and Lance cheered together.

"We are AWESOME!!! Chris, you're our new singer FOREVER!!!" Peter called out.

The crowd went wild.

"Awright, this one I made with the inspiration of our new singer. You see, he's got a thing going on with one of my new friends and I made a song for it. I'm sure you know the words, Chris, because we're playing Love In A Time Of ROCK!!!"

Felix winked at Chris and said without the mic, "Do your best!"

Chris' jaw nearly dropped. Felix actually is attempting to have the band sing a song about Meghan!? He hadn't even known her a day yet! His face went immediately afluster; if she showed up during this song, he'd get the rejection of a lifetime...

Meanwhile, Emi wandered the crowd relatively unnoticed and made her way over to Alex again. She looked up at him briefly. She was sort of surprised that he hadn't left the area entirely instead of just sitting at the base of the statue she had intended to climb up for a better view. She blinked at him before pulling herself up onto the statue's arm with the expertize of a girl who's climbed a lot of trees in her day. Then pulled herself onto that statue's shoulders and sat down on its head.

Felix started a slow riff and everyone started the beat. Felix looked into the audience. Where is she... There! Oh ho, man! Look at that face! Utter shock! I love it!

Emi had one page left, and she wanted to sketch something really special on it. Her golden eyes scanned the cheering crowd and the performing band, but she couldn't seen anything significantly special that she hadn't already captured. Then the light turned on in her mind and she started to sketch the last piece of the present.

Meghan widened her eyes, "What the...h- CHRIS SINGS?! But he's...he...he's a PROGRAMMER!"

Gack! Meghan's here! He felt his face flush. Why!? Why do I have to sing this song that's imposed on me...?! It's going to hurt...

Meghan spat out the coffee she was drinking. "Chris! You sing...?!" She yelled out from lots of other students screaming. "B-but..."

He flushed harder. "I-I don't! Well, not until now... I..." God dammit, what a time to be singing for the first time!

"Lets gooooooooo...." Felix replayed his riff so Chris could sing.

"..." Meghan still had her eyes wide open. "W-well...good luck...then." She smiled and waved. "GO CHRIS GO!"

Chris looked at Meghan cheering. S-She's... cheering? ... Well, it's definitely working... alright, time to give this a shot! He felt his confidence soar as he began singing, feeling himself rise further than even the last song, singing the lines about love.

She doesn't seem to realize WHO this song is for... thought Felix.

Miley, meanwhile, came to the concert and sat in a chair, cheering for the band.

Emi finished the book, now she just needed to wait for the band to finish playing. She watched them from her statue top vantage point with about as much expression as a kumquat.

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Meanwhile Phoenix was wandering into his dorm looking like he was almost hit by several buses on his way there. This was somewhat true. All of his courses had pummeled him and now all he wanted to do was fall onto his bed and crash.

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Chris felt happy as he finally sang at his full potential, surprising even himself, but he felt himself watching her as he did most of the song.

Meghan blushed as Chris sang. ...He's such a good singer...this really is...amazing! Meghan smiled and waved her hands to the music.

He did a pose while singing, still looking at Meghan.

Felix smiled and played a soulful solo.

Meghan whistled along with many other students and even teachers among the crowd.

Emi could hear the cheers from the crowd and one in particular actually made her smile a little. She had thought for a moment that maybe she'd picked the wrong thing to draw on the last page, but she was sure she'd gotten it right now. It was a nice feeling since that didn't happen often.

And now... it's time to go through with Plan A... let's do this thing! Felix motioned to the others and got them to play a song. "This song was dedicated to Meghan from Chris! Come on up here, Meghan!"

"Wh-WHAT?!" Meghan blushed and the expression on her face was just plain surprised.

"What...Felix..." The people and cheering students lifted Meghan up onto the stage. "Wh-WHAT are y-HEY! That's my sk-skirt!" Did Felix set this up? Oh...dear....

Chris just stood where he was. Okay, okay. Tell me what the hell just happened. What happened? ... I'm asking myself this. And I don't know the answer. Why is this happening? Why is she being brought up to the stage? I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask for embarassment for her or me!

Meghan mouthed the words 'DID YOU DO THIS?" to Felix, but he didn't seem to care or even notice - he was enjoying his solo too much. "Er...uhmm...." Meghan blushed as the fans pushed he next to Chris.

"Uh..." Chris faced Meghan. "I-It was Felix's idea!"

"Wh-what? What are you talking about Chris?!" Meghan smiled at the people nervously while talking to Chris.

"KISS KISS KISS KISS!!!" The band chorused.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! What are you guys DOING to me!? Chris thought frantically as he glared over at the band. Stop this! He turned back to Meghan, literally cherry red by now. "I... oh man..." Chris suddenly found himself unable to look at her. Well, damn. Here I was, thinking I was doing just fine. Hoping Felix wouldn't push her on me. But here I am now, about to get the rejection of a lifetime. You've got to be kidding me. The last thing I need right now is a rejection... I have friends... I have what I wanted, I earned some friends, and I most definitely don't want to lose Meghan... but, I've no choice now. "I, er... I..." He couldn't find the words, and was stammering immensely.

"I...er...Chris. Wh-what is this all about?" Meghan's voice was shaking.

"I-I'm sorry, Meghan!" Chris blurted out. He had never been this flustered before, under ANY conditions. Normally he was calm and collected, but he felt like the world was about to come crashing down on himself. He said in a very soft voice, as if wishing she wouldn't hear, "I... I kind of like you... and I guess Felix kind of figured it out and imposed all this..." His voice went back to normal. "Please forgive me, Meghan! I didn't mean for all this to happen!"

Felix kept going and rolled his eyes. "JUST KISS ALREADY!!!"

Chris wanted so badly to shoot a glare in his direction, but couldn't.

"Oh..." Meghan blushed. "Er...I..." Meghan looked towards the HUGE crowd - they were all encouraging her to do the big move. Meghan then mouthed a "YOU BETTER OWE ME FOR THIS" to Felix, and Meghan held Chris' face and kissed him for a few seconds, then immediatly let go, blushing.

Emi slipped down from the statuetop and landed yet again without breaking a single bone. Why was it that humans felt so much reserve in doing what they wanted to do? She made her way through the crowd with her sketchbook clutched to her chest and walked directly onto the stage. Then, once she was positioned where only they could see she opened the sketch book to the last page where she had drawn Meghan and Chris kissing one another. It apparently was so good that not only did flower heads erupt around them, but there were fireworks too.
"Was I right?" She asked, the curiosity on her face made her eyes turn yellow again.

"Everyone, let's give a big round of applause for these two! And for Rock-Ness, because we're outta here!!!" shouted Felix.

The crowd exploded in applause and cheering.

"...Oh...my..." Meghan was speechless for words. She looked worried for a second and then she smiled at Chris.

Chris didn't move an inch as he was kissed and let go. Then, he simply fell back and fainted.

"Ch-CHRIS?! Are y-you alright...?!" Meghan kneeled down to him.

"Holy-!" Felix went over and patted Meghan on the back quickly. "Good job." He whispered. He picked Chris up and brought him backstage.

Emi smiled. Apparently she was correct.

Chris woke up backstage. "Huh...? W-Where's Meghan? What happened?"

Emi wandered backstage as well. She had no plans to stay much longer, she just wanted to give her present. She walked up to Felix and handed the sketchbook over. The one with the band's name on it and random moments of everything that's happened for the performance ending with the kiss sketch. "Here."

"What's this? A book... Rock-Ness?" Felix opened it. "Oh, it's the show sketched! This is amazing! And... Ah, the kiss! Great work! Thanks, Emily!" He wasn't sure how to thank her.

"Chris!" Meghan ran over to backstage where Felix and Emi were. "Are you alright?! You took a fall..."

"I... I'm alright." Chris flushed again. "I-I'm sorry, Meghan... if Felix had not have done this, I wouldn't have made such a fool of myself... and more importantly, of you..."

"Ch-Chris...I have to tell you something. It's about the k-kiss..." Meghan looked down, her face in sorrow.

Felix, meanwhile, decided to give Emi a hug to thank her for the present. "Thanks again, Emi!"

Emi reacted kind of stiffly to the hug and didn't really move until it was over. "I'm thanking you." Emi informed him. "You and Chris are the first people to speak to me since I started going here." Her face was a bit blank as she talked, so she thought she might put a smile on it. This didn't really work out to well since now she just looked like a crazy person.

Chris looked at Meghan after a few seconds, and realization dawned on him. "O-Oh no... you're...?"

"The tr-truth is..."

"Hey, sweetie, remember our dinner date?" A loud, sarcastic male voice approached Meghan's sentence.
A tall, muscular man walked to Meghan.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! THE KISS! I knew it ALL ALONG! I knew you were an asshole whore to begin with..." The man's face was already red, his fists clenched aimed at Meghan.

"...Danny! It wasn't for real, I swe-"

"SHUT UP! YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!"

"...Danny, pl-"

"NOW!"

Chris quickly got up and stood in front of Meghan. "You have no right to be treating her that way!" Doing this surprised him; he hadn't expected to gain the confidence he did like this. But friends came before anyone else, no matter what. "It was a favor to Felix! If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me! I was the one who had the idea, and Felix carried it out!"

Emi didn't really notice the big man go in, the chaos starting behind the stage, or the band members littering out. However when Alex stepped on the flower she'd been sketching she looked up.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Danny's looked at Felix with an icy cold stare but at Chris; was a deathly stare.

He was still holding on to Meghan; her arm now all white because he was squishing all the blood out of circulation. "I saw her do it, the kiss and everything, SHE'S MINE. SHE'S STILL MINE. I OWN HER, GOT IT?"

"..." Meghan didn't reply and looked down.

"You don't own anyone!" Chris returned the death glare. "I can already see what kind of person you are. You don't deserve someone like her!" He looked very angry by now. "Let her go!"

Chris looked at Felix. "Listen, get everyone, and quick." He looked at the big man again. "You disgust me."

"Like you're one to talk! You stole my girlfriend's kiss!" came the man's response.

"I'd be glad. Hey, boys, get over here. This little shit needs some respect lessons." The band came over and cracked their knuckles. They stood behind Felix.

The man laughed. "You all seriously think you can take ME on?" He literally threw Meghan to the side; apparently his ego was bigger than his care for the girl.

"Meghan!" Chris rushed to her side, and knelt beside her. He turned to Felix. "You guys get him!"

Emi looked up at the stage. Her artist senses were tingling. She slipped to the ground and made her way over. Something was about to happen, and she wanted to draw it.

"It'd be our pleasure." Peter punched him in the stomach and Lance hit him in the kneecap with his guitar. Felix kicked him as he was doubled over and hit him in the lip with a drumstick. Peter held him back and Lance kicked his nads twice before punching his chest. Felix gave the coup de grace by saying, "And next time you mess with my friends, remember I'm right here to beat your ass." He kicked his eye, and he bled through all his cuts.

The man growled, and ran off. "I'll be back! I swear it... she's mine!"

Chris checked Meghan, who was white as a sheet. "Meghan... Meghan!" She was out cold. "... This is all my fault!" He found a pulse, and was glad. That man had nearly strangled her.

The band high fived eachother. Felix pointed at Meghan. "She alright?"

"S-She's fine..." came Chris' response. He put his hand on her forehead. "S-She should recover soon, I think... I'm going to stay here with her until she wakes up. I... I have to apologize to her. None of this would have happened, she would not have gotten abused like that had I not liked her..."

"What are you talking about? She likes you, man!" He patted his shoulder.

The band mates grunted approval.

"T-That's not true!" he blurted out. "She was with someone, she did the kiss as a favor..." he trailed off. Chris kept kneeled by Meghan, watching over her. It's my fault, it's all my fault! That man nearly strangled her, I made a fool of her in front of everyone, and a fool of myself in front of her! I'm going to be lucky if she even considers still being my friend after this... God, I've never felt like this before, yet I already faced a rejection! I don't know what I can do... Please be okay, Meghan!


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There's a lot I left out of this, but I'll be sure and add it in the beginning of the next chapter. I want to keep situational things separate, as it makes the story easier to read.

Well, I gotta head back to work now. I hope you guys enjoy this!

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Last edited by Xero Wright on Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:51 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Hooray!! I love it excelent work!!

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Nicely done yet again! I can't wait for more,

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Just coming in to tell everyone that I am definitely not stopping the fanfic. In fact, I will attempt to make the next chapter tonight. I found myself unable to continue on Everything Gone Wright for now, as I seem to have a massive writer's block... and this fic doesn't exactly require much more than a bit of adding and fixing an existing story.

Thank you all for reading it, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did compiling and editing it. Chapter 4 should be up tonight. It's going to be one of the more important chapters. (As anything with couples will be; be it Phoenix/Iris or any of the other couples that will be shown later on in the fic)

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Okay, guys, I'm going to be continuing this fic TONIGHT.

I would have done it right now, but I JUST realized that the way I've done the last chapter, a lot of characters' scenes that happened just before the end of that chapter haven't been done.

I'll work on it as much as I can before I go back to work, and I promise I'll try to get it going again tonight.

THIS ISN'T FINISHED YET!!

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