Contact: A Legacy 1.4

Contact: A Legacy 1.4 by LeahT

Dylan ran through the doors and to the edge of the couch where Peach was sitting. She looked up at him with those orange-yellow eyes. She looked so innocent and unknowing of the impending doom. Dylan panted and squirmed in his current spot, not knowing what to say first.

"How did your boss like your painting?" Peach asked.

That worked. "He liked it a lot. He thought it was new and original," Dylan blurted out and ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, Peach... We... I don't want you to leave."

"This is great! I don't want to leave, either. Now, I don't have to. I was afraid to tell you earlier because of your whole loner attitude, but now I can stay here now that you feel the same way!" she said happily.

This was going to kill him.

"Listen, Peach... I don't want you to leave, but we have a tiny problem," Dylan paused. "The hounds are here."

She gasped, "No... they can't be here already. I... I can't be found yet. Are you sure it was a hound?"

"Red and black hair... red and black clothes... red and yellow eyes, kind of... maybe a little black in his eyes too," Dylan thought really hard. "He looked really evil and he called me human. You were the only other one to ever call me human."

"That's a hound, alright... Can you help me fix my ship?" Peach squeaked. "I don't want to leave you... but I don't want to die, either..."

"No, I can't, but if there is anyone who can fix a ship in this town, it is Doc Brown. Come on, let's go. Don't bother getting dressed in your human clothes because he's gonna need to see you in your true form."

"Doc Brown? Like... Back to the Future?"

"You've seen that movie?" Dylan asked.

"It was on while you were still sleeping... Does he look like him?"

"Ummm... yes... but it's just a coincidence. If people ask about what you're wearing, just tell them that we're going to a costume party."

"Oh, okay."

Dylan hailed a cab and the two of them hopped in.

"This is a..." Peach started.

"Taxi," Dylan finished.

"What's a taxi?" she asked. 

"It's a car that takes you from one place to another for a price. It's very convenient if the place you want to get to is far away," Dylan explained.

"Oh," Peach nodded. "What's a car?"

Dylan sighed, "What you would call a spaceship that can't fly. You've probably been seeing them the whole time you've been here, but thought they were spaceships that were just not flying at the moment."

"So... none of those were spaceships."

"No."

"Weird."

"Where are we?" Peach asked as they got out of the taxi.

Dylan looked at where they were, "This is what we call a trailer park."

"Like a zoo?"

"No, not like a zoo. They are houses, but smaller. It really doesn't matter, Peach. Can you please stop being curious for two seconds?" Dylan mumbled.

Peach looked at all of the trailers with wide eyes as if they were undiscovered gems.

"Which one does he live in?" she asked.

"The one over there," Dylan pointed to a brown one.

As they got closer, they realized it was rather cluttered with unnecessary items and a "no fishing" sign. Peach looked from side to side.

"I don't see any water, where are the fish?" she asked.

"Nowhere... he's a little... odd," Dylan said as he knocked on the door and waiting for Doc Brown to answer.

Peach eyed the sign and still looked for any sign of water.

 An old man exited and shook Dylan's hand with a slight hint of hesitation.

"Hey, Dylan, how's it goin?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Pretty... good," Dylan grasped for words.

"Come inside?" he asked.

Dylan looked at Peach and she nodded.

They walked inside and Doc looked at Peach, "This isn't a costume, is it?"

"I'm a catonsian," Peach said proudly. 

"An alien to us," Doc eyed her and grinned, "This is very big, Dylan. How did you find her?"

"Um... she... found me," he mumbled.

Peach giggled, "I found him in the library and he fainted. I took him to my spaceship and then he woke up... He didn't want to help me at first and I've been living with him for a few days."

"You're spaceship?" Doc asked. "Mind if I look at it?"

"Actually, Doc, that's why we're here... Can I have a word with you outside? Peach, no offense, but I would like to talk to him alone," Dylan said.

"No problem," Peach smiled innocently.

"How's your ol' man?" Doc asked as soon as they were outside. "I haven't seen him in years."

Dylan's eyes shifted from side to side, "Yeah... neither have I."

"Oh, sorry, I just thought..."

"No, It's okay," Dylan interrupted. "But, if you don't mind, I came here to talk about Peach."

"Peach?"

"That's my nickname for her because I can't pronounce her alien name... But her name means Peach anyways, so, you know, it's still basically the same..." Dylan blabbered.

"Oh, right."

He took in a breath and hoped everything would go smoothly, "She crashed her ship on the beach when she was trying to run away from her home planet. It's a sin to run away... and now, the hounds, another alien, are to come and take her home to punish her. I don't want her to get hurt."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Doc Brown asked seriously. "I don't see where I come in..."

"I want you to try and fix the spaceship."

Doc sighed, "Dylan, I have never encountered such a thing. I don't think I could. The biggest engine I have ever fixed  was on a lawn mower."

"It's not just the engines that needs fixing..." Dylan pulled out a list from his pants pocket, "She wrote down everything that was wrong with the ship..."

Doc looked at the list, "'Both engines are down, completely out of fuel, emergency battery dead, motherboard fried, all the main controls were stuck, and the ship was on fire'..." he read. He looked up at Dylan, "Was?"

"Yeah, it was when she crashed it..."

"Dylan, I can't do this."

"Doc... Please, I know I've only known Peach for a few days, but I really..."

"Care about her?"

Dylan was silent. He looked at his feet and at his hands. He gazed up at the Doc and blushed.

"Ah, young love," he smiled. "Just cuz you feel that way, I'll tell you what. I'll look at the ship. Peach is charming and she doesn't deserve to be taken back yet. She deserves to have a life of her own... And if I get this ship going... Do you know what that means?"

"She'll have to leave..." Dylan looked at the ground sadly.

"Yes... but, Dylan," Doc looked at him seriously, "You have to leave too."

 As Dylan watched Doc go back into the trailer, he couldn't help but think... Could I really just leave this place? Could I leave my home and work and just go with her? Can I do that?

Doc's words echoed in his head as he followed him.

 "Peach, I will attempt to fix your spaceship. I have no guarantees, but I will try," Doc said.

She smiled at him and reached into her pocket, "Here, take this," she said and pressed a small capsule into his hand. "This is my spaceship. Just break it in half, outside preferably, and my spaceship will grow to full capacity. It's big, though, so you might want to move to avoid being squished."


"Okay, please take care of Dylan for me," he smiled.


"I will. He doesn't even know how to make squares and he always loses the clicker," she beamed.


"Squares? Clicker?"


"Waffles... and remote..." Dylan mumbled. "Well... we'll be off. Please call us if you get anywhere on the spaceship."


"Will do, Dylan. Please, call me if you need anything. You don't need to be such a loner," he said. "And Dylan... think about what I said. She doesn't need to leave alone."

"Dylan, what did he mean by that?" Peach asked.

"Um... mean by what?" Dylan asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, you know, 'she doesn't have to be alone'?" Peach quoted in a gruff voice. "I don't understand what he means."

Dylan shrugged, "Oh... well... he means... ummm," Think, Dylan... Make something up fast! "You don't have to sleep alone. You should be allowed to sleep in my bed, too."

"You really mean it, Dylan?!" Peach squeaked. "I get to go to bed now?"

Oh crap! Now what have I done? I've sacrificed my big bed... "Yeah, I really mean it, you get to share the bed with me. He didn't think it was fair that you got that cramped little couch all to your lonesome."

"Oh this is so great!"

"Yeah..."

Dylan made a picture frame with his hands and squinted.

"There is something here... that does not belong. Can you tell me what it is, Peach?"

"You told me I could sleep here!"

"Yes... this is true," he laughed and put his arms down. "But, you are in my spot. Scoot over."

Peach shook her head, "This side of the bed seems quite lovely. I think I will sleep here tonight."

Dylan grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed, "Why do I have to sleep on this side? It's my bed. I am the one who bought this bed. I am the one who pays rent every month..."

"I can get a job."

"No offense, Peach, but I don't think you can get a job."

"I'll prove you wrong. I'll try doing that painty thing."

"Haha... that's... funny..." he laughed.

"What? All you have to do is put the brush to the paper, right?" she asked.

"No, it's harder than that," he said. "Why don't you try working at the grocery store?"

"Grocery store? Is that easy?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Dylan shrugged. "It's a start and, you'd be helping with the rent, if you really want to."

Peach nodded, "Yep! I wanna help for as long as I am here. Hopefully, the hound won't get me before then..."

"Peach, come here..."

"I won't let anything hurt you," Dylan whispered.

Peach snuggled up against him, "I believe you."

He gently pushed her down on the bed and looked into her eyes.

"Peach, I won't let any phone call ruin this moment. I have no deadlines, nowhere to go, nothing to do or see, no one to--"

"Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Dylan laughed, "Okay."

When their lips finally touched, sparks flew. It was nothing like Peach nor Dylan had expected. Peach had never been kissed, so she didn't know what to expect. Dylan, well, he knew better. He had been kissed before, but it was nothing like this. His heart raced, his brow broke a sweat. But the whole time, he could only wonder one thing: Should I go with her when it's time to leave?

Contact: A Legacy 1.3

Contact: A Legacy 1.3 by Leah T

At nearly noon, Dylan exited the bedroom in his boxers to see Peach making... breakfast? She didn't turn around but greeted him.

"Good morning, sunshine! I'm making squares!" she said cheerfully.

"Squares?" he asked.

"Yeah, they are square puffy things. You can check the box," she pointed at the counter were the box sat opened.

Dylan glanced over, "You mean waffles?"

"They're squares."

"Okay..." he put up his hands in defense. "I didn't know you could cook."

"I can't," she smiled widely and shoved the waffles in the oven. She stood up, but still did not face him.

"Then why did you decided to try to cook today?" he asked curiously.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said hopefully, then glanced towards his direction. "I did it for you."

Dylan was silent. What could he say to that? He had been rude to her this whole time and she was attempting to do something she never had done before... just for him. 

"Uhhh..." She is really sweet, he thought to himself. And cute... say something charming. Or thank her. That could work, right? Better than what you normally say, Doofus. "Don't burn the place down."

Peach grinned, "Mmkay!"

Dylan turned around and sat at the table to wait for his breafast, Smooth...

Hmmmm,  Peach thought. Why is Dylan acting so weird? It was almost as if he was thinking before insulting me that time. Was he going to give me a compliment? Nah... Couldn't be. That wouldn't be Dylan. If he was nice to me, I would have thought a hound had taken control of him with one of their gadgets... Oh! The squares are done!

"Eat!" Peach squealed. "Eat the squares I have so delightfully made for you!"

Dylan looked down cautiously at the waffles. They looked good, but did she do anything to them? That alien might be sneaky. He wasn't sure he could trust her yet. He took a bite and let it sit on his tongue for a bit before chewing. His eyes lit up.

"This is surprisingly not bad."

"Is it good?" she asked, bending over the table.

"Yeah, it is," he nodded and continued to eat.

"Oh yay! I followed the instructions. I wish driving a spaceship had instructions. Maybe then I wouldn't be here... But if I wasn't here, then I wouldn't be... you know, here, with you," she smiled at him.

Dylan dropped his fork.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine..."

"Here, I'll get you a new one," she said and hopped out of her seat.

After breakfast, they sat down to watch TV. 

"I don't see how bunnies can get so big," Peach said narrowing her eyes. "It is just... weird."

"That is a guy in a costume," Dylan scoffed. "You don't have costumes on your planet?"

"That's like dress-up, right? I understand dress-up... Like girls dressing-up to be cute like me with the ears and tail. But I don't understand why a man would want to be in a bunny suit. That is not attractive."

Dylan sighed, "It's for children. They think it's funny."

"I do not."

"Then why are we watching this? Can we please change the channel?" Dylan begged. "We've been watching kids shows for hours."

"What would you like to watch?"

"Ummm... hand me the remote," Dylan instructed.

"The clicker?" Peach asked.

"It's called a remote."

"I call it the clicker."

"Whatever."

Dylan turned it over to a show a romantic comedy. He chuckled now and again. Peach was still a little cloudy about Earth humor, but it was slightly better than the kid's show.

"What are they doing?" she asked.

"Getting married," he answered slowly. "You don't do that?"

"No... why are they getting married?" 

Dylan swallowed nervously, "Because they love each other. When you love someone, you get married. It's just... something you do."

Peach looked up at him with her big orange-yellow eyes, "Are you married?"

"No..."

"Can you hold me?"

"What?!" Dylan's cheeks turned a firey red. "I'm not going to do that!"

"Please! I've never been cuddled before and... I've never had a friend. Friends cuddle and... you're my friend right?" she batted her eyelashes and whimpered. It killed him to see her hurt.

"Oh, alright," he sighed.

Peach faced forward and scooted under his arm. She felt so comfortable. She never wanted to leave. In fact, she almost forgot all about the broken spaceship sitting in the capsule in her old clothes. 

Dylan looked at her and thought, She isn't so bad to have around. He smiled, then turned back to their movie.

Peach looked at the movie curiously, then looked at Dylan, "What are they doing?"

"Um..." Dylan blushed, "kissing."

"What's kissing?"

"You've never kissed anyone?" Dylan asked, surprised.

"No. Am I supposed to?" Peach asked.

Dylan shrugged, "I don't know. It's just something people do when they like someone. They kiss. They do it to show affection."

"Oh..." Peach paused. "Do... friends kiss?"

Dylan started coughing.

"Are you okay? Did I ask the wrong thing?" she batted her eyelashes. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, do you... want... one?" Dylan asked shyly.

Peach perked up, "Yes!"

"Well, then... um, okay... I guess I can... um, give... you, um, one, I guess..." he said bashfully and leaned towards her.

Peach leaned forward to meet him halfway...

Am I really going to do this? Dylan thought. Just yesterday, I couldn't stand her. And now... I'm going to kiss her. Am I doing this just because she has never been kissed or because I want to?

Dylan's phone rang and he jumped up.

"Sorry, I have to get this. It's my boss," he said apologetically.

"Yeah, no problem," Peach said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "You take that and make money, you money maker, you!"

He laughed and answered his phone, "Hello?"

"Dylan! How's that painting coming along?" his boss, Colin asked.

"It's coming along great!" Dylan exclaimed, glancing at the blank canvas in the corner of the room. "I should be done within the next couple days."

"That's wonderful, Dylan, because the deadline for the painting has been pushed for tomorrow. I assume you can bring it in?" he asked.

"Uhhh..." Dylan ran nervous fingers through his hair. "Yeah! Of course. I can definitely make it."

His boss laughed, "I love how you never let me down. Be sure to bring it down town tomorrow by ten o'clock."

"Will do."

"Bye, Dylan."

"Bye."

After Dylan hung up the phone, he turned back to Peach and cowered. He started biting his nails and shuddered.

"I'm gonna get fired! I don't have anything for the assignment, Peach! What am I going to do? We're both going to get kicked out. I don't want you to have to go back to your planet, yet..." he whimpered.

"Calm, down, Dylan," Peach stood up.

"How about I help you?" Peach asked.

Dylan shook his head, "I work alone."

Peach put her hands on her dainty little hips, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but you can't be stubborn. In this case, you have to be open to suggestions. Your deadline has been moved to tomorrow and you have nothing done. Please, accept my help, you stubborn jackass."

Dylan's jaw dropped open, "Um... I didn't know you knew those words."

"Watching TV helps," she smiled.

He sighed, "Fine, you can help me, but I still don't think I will get anything done... all hope is lost."

"Are you sure going big is best?" Peach asked.

Dylan glanced back at her, "I always paint on big canvases, it's my style."

"You don't have enough time to paint on a big canvas. That's all I'm saying. If you go on a smaller canvas, you will have more time for detail, too. You could explore something else," Peach suggested.

"Silly little Grapefruit, I do not take suggestions from amateurs," he glared.

"This amateur happens to know something about cutting it close to deadlines. And my name is Peach," she growled.

"Sheesh, I thought you were a cat, not a dog," he grumbled, and switched the canvases to a smaller one.

Dylan worked and worked and worked on his painting with Peach coaching him. She instructed him to use more detail when there wasn't any or just cheered for him when he did something right. He never knew having a cheerleader when painting could do worlds for his self-esteem. He smiled to himself. After this, he was going to help her with whatever she needed... Unless it was that stupid space ship. Peach was never leaving his sight again. She was his friend and friends don't leave.

"Done!" Dylan announced.

"It's beautiful!" Peach beamed. "I'm so proud of you for being able to get it all done."

"Yeah, but I had to stay up all night..." Dylan yawned and stretched. "Thank you, for helping me. I couldn't have done it without you."

He turned around to face her.

"You want that kiss?" Dylan asked and brought her close.

Peach's heart skipped a beat as her arms wrapped around him.

Dylan's eyes caught the clock on the wall.

"Oh shoot! It's 9:30! I need to get dressed and run this painting down to my boss! I'm sorry Peach, but this kiss has got to wait until later!" Dylan zoomed past her and into the bedroom to get his clothes on.

Peach shook her head, "So close..."

"That stupid human didn't know what he was talking about. I don't see Mazyna here..." the hound muttered to himself. "He said a girl with ears was here... Oh, I see it now. Just a stupid painting. That's not what a meant! Stupid, stupid, human... He is also on my list now..."

Dylan whirred through the door and ran into Rovotz as he was talking to himself. He was, of course appalled that some human would do such a thing. Dylan stopped for a half step, but didn't have much time.

"Sorry!" he threw over his shoulder.

"You stupid human," he hissed.

Dylan's blood ran cold. Only one other person had called him a human before and that was Peach. This must be the hound... But Dylan couldn't let him know that he knew what he was.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I must go," Dylan stammered and kept running. Oh no... He's here.  He took one look over his shoulder to commit his face to memory just in case he ever saw him again.

Dylan inwardly cowered. This was most definitely an alien. Why didn't he try to blend in? This hound was right... Humans were stupid. They must have thought he had some kind of mental disease or something and his eyes were contacts. Dylan shivered and turned away. The hounds image was now burned into his memory, but this would not distract him from getting his painting to his boss on time.

Contact: A Legacy 1.2

Contact: A Legacy 1.2 By LeahT

Dylan walked out of his room with his hair slightly a mess and looked down at Peach. She sideways glanced at him, but still kept an ear towards the TV.

"Peach, I came to the conclusion that we have to get you real clothes and a hat," he said formally.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked picking at her top and eyeing her skirt. "And do you have a thing for girls in hats? Is that why you want me to wear one?"

"Humans do not wear this. People will notice. As for the hat, people do not have ears like that," he said pointing to her cat ears. "I have no idea where you get the idea that I have the hots for you, but I don't. Now, stop it."

"Hots? Do you have a fever?"

Dylan sighed and started towards the door, "I'm going out to get you some girl clothes because I obviously don't have any here. Please don't break anything."

He muttered to himself as he left the apartment. Peach's eyes watched him leave.

"Hmm... His hindquarters aren't too bad," she said to herself and turned to face the TV to wait for Dylan's return.

After a couple hours, Dylan came back home and saw Peach in the same exact spot, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

"You're still watching this crap?" he asked.

"It's really funny. This cow and this farmer are arguing. I didn't know Earth cows had such a sense of humor! You need to let me meet one," Peach giggled.

Dylan shook his head, "I put your clothes in the bedroom. Go try them on. We need go out to get food anyway."

"You should have just got your food when you were getting my clothes, silly," she laughed.

"I don't know what you aliens eat. It could be worms!" he grimaced.

"Worms are not for me, thank you very much. But, if you wish to cook them in jelly or jam, I would try them," she said uneasily.

"Ugh... just... go put on your clothes."

"Dylan?" Peach called in a small voice.

He turned to face her coming out of the bedroom in her new outfit.

"I don't think this is me."

"Nonsense, I think I saw a model wear it," Dylan stifled a small ounce of laughter.

"My top ears are cramped under this thing and there is no hole for my tail in this! Do I have to cut one myself or do I have to just sneak it up under the hem of this dress?" she complained.

"Hide it under your dress, dummy," he rolled his eyes. "We're supposed to be hiding you. Hiding you from the government and hiding you from the hounds. Remember? Now you can go out in public. Nice hiding your hair up like that. I was thinking about dying it."

"Dying it? You were going to kill my hair?!" Peach coiled away from him and shoved her hat over her head further.

"No, dying means to make it a different color. You're really weird... And you said top ears a moment ago. You have more ears?" Dylan leaned in closer and saw she had ears just like his, too. "Ew."

"Ew? I thought my cat ears were cute. Don't you humans have a thing for them? I read somewhere that some guys really like them. There are videos and--"

"Shopping!"

"But..."

"You said you were hungry, right? Food! Let's go get food," Dylan said in a hurry and they were out the door.

"Dylannnnnn... I'm... so... hungry..." Peach wailed.

"We're almost there! Sheesh! Would you shut up for just a second? You've been complaining ever since we left the house. You're just like a real cat, you know that? You won't shut up until you're fed..." Dylan grunted and quickened the pace.

"Slow downnnn! You're going... too fast!" she whined.

"Please stop whining and complaining! It's driving me insane!"

"But I'm so... hungry... I'm going to die!" she blubbered.

Dylan groaned, "Stop being so damn childish! Look, we're here. Thank you, thank you, we are here!"

"Who are you thanking?"

"My hands for not punching you because if I did, you would have complained about that as well and it would have taken longer," he muttered and entered a little building with Peach trailing along shortly behind him.

"You want to eat out here?" Dylan asked incredulously.

"It's a nice day," Peach beamed.

"Your happiness sickens me. I'm eating inside," he stated.

"Do you have a job?" Peach asked.

Dylan turned around, "What?"

"A job, do you have one?" she repeated slowly as if he was stupid.

"I... um... paint," he said shyly. "I'm going to go eat my food now."

"Please sit," she did her best puppy... um, kitty eyes, at him.

"Oh, fine."

"I would like to see your artwork," Peach giggled. "I'm sure you are a very good artist."

"No," Dylan grunted. "I do not let anyone see my work."

"But..." Peach protested, "how will you get famous and earn money if you do not show anyone your work? This does not make any sense."

Dylan shook his head, "I only show my boss my work. But no one else."

"Oh," Peach was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Are you eating grass?"

"This is lettuce. I am eating a salad."

"Where I come from, we call that grass."

"Well, where I come from, your hair is not the color of a peach, it is the color of a grapefruit," he shot at her.

Peach looked appalled, "You're not a very nice human."

"Thank you. Can we go now?"

"When you're done with your grass."

"Ugh."

In the middle of the crowded library, Rovotz let out a loud evil laugh. He got a few stares and many "shhh"s. Some people just ignored him and kept reading or searching for books.

"She's been here! My master is going to be so pleased..." he chuckled to himself.

"This is very good... I am on her trail... but..." he paused and straightened up. "This... trail has been clouded with the strong scent of humans. Ugh... Stupid humans. Why must they all smell so horrible? Maybe one of these Earthlings saw her leave. She would be easy to spot with those ears and tail, yes?"

"Weird guy, why are you talking to yourself?" a middle-aged man with thinning hair asked from behind him.

Rovotz whirled around.

"You there! Smelly, fat, bald man!" he pointed at the man to make it more obvious.

"Excuse me?" the man's jaw dropped.

"I do not see anyone else of that description," he stated then cleared his throat. "I am looking for a girl with pink ears and a tail. Tell me where she is or you will be incinerated."

"Go back to the crazy house where you belong, dude!" he exclaimed.

"How dare you!" Rovotz glared at the man, then checked his tracker's to do list. It had nothing to do with killing humans. He sighed.

"Not only are you smelly, fat, and bald, but you are also lucky. I am not allowed to kill any humans on this trip. You best be keeping your eyes open because the next trip I take to Earth, I am coming here just for you. Do you understand me, Pudgy?"

"Jerk," the man spat.

"At least all my weight is muscle," Rovotz smirked.

"Shhhh! Children, please!" A granny-looking librarian shushed them to be quiet. Even Rovotz knew not to argue with librarians. They both shut up instantly.

"I am so tired," Peach sighed. She slumped over on the table.

"Then go to sleep," Dylan instructed. "I'm thinking about doing the same."

She looked up at him, "Do I sleep in this dress? Can I take off the hat?"

"Oh, crap. I forgot to get you pjs."

"Well, on our planet, we normally just sleep in the nude," Peach said and brightened up. She began to lower the straps of her dress. Dylan put his hands up.

"No. Definitely not. You can borrow one of my shirts. They're in the bottom drawer of my dresser."

"Dylan! I picked a shirt! Come in and tell me if this one's okay to use!" Peach called from the bedroom.

"Peach, I'm sure it's fine!" he yelled back.

"No! Come in here!"

He rolled his eyes and walked towards the bedroom reluctantly, "This pet is really getting on my nerves. Why do I have to see it? I bet what she picked is fine..."

"How do I look? Do I look sexy?" Peach purred.

"Peach! You... stop... Stop posing like that... Just... Maybe you should wear pants, too, it would... Um... I... Uhhh... Oh it's whatever," Dylan blushed and looked away.

"Oh, you don't want to admit that I look purrrrfect in your clothes. I heard it's something guys like. I look adorable, doncha think?" she winked at him and ran a finger across his chest.

"I don't think so at all..."

She chuckled, "That's not what your rising temperature and faster heartbeat says, Dylan."

The way she said his name tightened his chest. He let in a sharp intake of air and exited the room.

"Why does she have to do that to me? I'm a man after all... I have feelings," he mumbled to himself. "Okay, maybe I am a little rude and sometimes don't seem like I do, but that's just mean... Messing with me... Messing with a man. Pfft. That Peach, that Grapefruit... is just plain mean, I don't care how innocent she looks."

"Dylan? Are you mad?" Peach asked and poked her head out of the door.

"No, I'm not... mad..." he forced through his teeth. It wasn't exactly a lie. He was just a little frustrated. She really was adorable and teasing a mean was just harsh.

"Can I go to couch now?"

"Yes, you can go to couch," Dylan smiled for the first time since they had met.