A/N:This is especially dedicated to my cousin Laura

Morgan the Mad.

Chapter 1.

It was one of those days. One of those 'Gee-I-can't-believe-how-boring-my-life-is,-I-wish-something-unusual-would-happen-to-me' days. Be so careful what you wish for because, seriously, you are going to be totally stunned when something way beyond unusual happens. Take that one day in January for example...

I was minding my own business on Rodeo Drive. Don't even ask me why I was there because frankly I don't want to explain that I was picking up some exorbantly expensive dress for my sister who is popular, in college and incredibly smart. Anyways, I was there. Enough said.

I had just picked up the dress and was holding the plastic wrapping, trying desparately not to crush the fabric, and keep it high off the ground-not any easy feat when one is 5'2".

I have to admit that the dress wasn't that bad looking. It was black and long and had a high neck(a rarity in L.A.)and sleeveless..

In any case, I was totally minding my own business when this kid(in this case, kid means some one who is juvenile and immature and opposed to very young), steps out between 2 cars and starts strolling-yes, strolling, across the busy street. Now maybe you've never been to L.A., but I have lived here all my life and I know that stepping out onto a street when the stoplight is still green, especially on Rodeo drive, is certain suicide.

This guy was definately a tourist.

I mean he was wearing a suit and-get this-a sash that ran from his left shoulder to his right hip. I've seen some freaks in my day while living in L.A., but this was the Seigfried and Roy of all freaks.

I don't even remember thinking that I should do something to save this nut, I just raced forward, tripping over the dress as I went and went sailing through the air towards him. I am not a particularly athletic person, but let me tell you, I dove at the kid with football finesse and tackled him back towards the parked cars. We hit the side of the convertible BMW with a resounding crunch and I end up vaulting into the backseat. My head ricochets off the door and let me tell you... the weirdest thing about the whole experience was my last thought before I blacked out:

What happened to the dress...?