Nicole Taylor Age: 19 Personality: Nicole is the shy, bookish sort. She's never made friends easily but once she makes a friend she is loyal to the end. She gets nervous easily and would rather run away from a problem than fight it. She'd much rather take orders than give them. History: At the age of four, she was taken from her parents and placed in the care of her grandmother. She doesn't remember anything before going to live with her grandmother. She always did well in school, never went on dates, and spent most of her time with her best friend (whom she loved). She graduated from high school and moved to a university far away to study history. Matthew Lewis Age: 19 Personality: Matthew has a take-charge sort of personality. He loves life and is going to live it to the absolute fullest. He doesn't care what other people think about him at all. Despite the flippant way he goes about life, he is fiercely loyal and dedicated to protecting the things that are important to him. History: Throughout Nicole's life, Matthew has stepped in when things got too hard for Nicole's shy personality to handle and he's given back control of her body as soon as the stressful events passed. Whenever Nicole acted out of character or did something "rebellious", that was Matthew taking charge in a vain attempt to help her live life to the fullest. It never stuck. Nicole doesn't know that Matthew exists. ***** "Oh, Mr. Bunnies, what am I going to do?" Nicole asked the worn, old, stuffed animal that leaned against her vanity mirror. She pouted a little. For a moment, she thought she had caught a reflection in the mirror that was halfway passable as pretty but on second glance, she was still her plain old self. There wasn't really anything that she could find attractive in her long brown hair (average) and her green eyes (bizarre). There was no natural way that she could contort her features to make them beautiful. Pretty and Nicki just didn't mix. She tried to remember how Emma had done her makeup but couldn't make her wrists move in the right way. She'd looked almost halfway decent when Emma had done her makeup. "Oh, come on," Emma had said, "just come out with us one night. One night. How hard can it be?" Very hard, as it turned out. It was mostly because she wasn't used to having people look at her. Partly it was also because Emma had loaned her some clothes, clothes that Nicole swore she'd never, ever, ever wear again. Sky high heels and a miniskirt were not for her. Period. And then there were the boys, whose eyes were always aimed too low, at the cleavage Emma had coaxed out of the shirt even thought Nicole was not particularly blessed in the chest area. The whole disastrous evening had culminated in Nicki passing out. Emma swore it didn't happen but Nicole knew she was just being nice. Emma hadn't asked Nicole to go out with the group again but that probably had more to do with Nicole finally giving up and explaining how there was this guy she liked back home. Emma had squealed with delight and made Nicole promise, on pain of whatever Emma could think to inflict on her, that she would ask him out when she got home for summer vacation and that she would text Emma with the results as soon as she knew them. Well, now it was Nicki's chance. She was going to see her childhood best friend and true love tonight and it was her solemn duty to ask him out. So...she had to look nice. But how was she to do that when there was absolutely no way to make her look nice? "I shouldn't even be wearing makeup, Mr. Bunnies," she said with a sigh. "I mean, who do I even think I am? I just look like a hussy. He doesn't like hussies. I mean, I don't think... I don't even know what kind of girl he likes. Maybe he's got a girlfriend. What if he's got a girlfriend? I'll look like an idiot." You're hyperventilating, Nicki. "Right, right. I just have to calm down. I don't have to ask him out tonight. I've got all summer, after all. Let's just catch up tonight. I mean, we haven't seen each other since August. There'll be tons to talk about. Now, where's that makeup remover?" Ten minutes later, Nicole looked like she always did again. Hair up in a ponytail, button down shirt with jeans and, most importantly, no makeup. She glanced at the clock, still early. "Hey, Gran!" she called, walking out of her room to lean over the railing on the stairs. "Let me know when he gets here. I'm gonna finish unpacking while I wait." She then darted back into her room, leaving her grandmother to ask, "When who gets here?"