<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy_Fonseca_Actress_14521.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nikki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Meredith<br/><br/>Amy Adams singing to the vermin of New York City was working it's magic.  Well, it was until the knock on Nikki's bedroom door followed by her mom, wearing nothing but a tiny towel, ended broke the spell.<br/><br/>Agitation boiled into pain, and where her mom stood, a woman Nikki very much loved, a target formed.  All the bitterness and hurt the teenager had experienced lately wanted to do nothing more but lash out at the woman who'd invaded the pink and black sanctuary.  A dozen retorts filled the young brunette's mind, but all she could do was glare at her mother  before rolling her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Geez, why don't you get dressed?  I just heard you talking to Peter and you're half naked.  Maybe I look positively ill because I feel like shit.  Just leave me alone."</strong><br/><br/>Normally Nikki was fairly tidy... as tidy as a teenager could be expected to be, at least.  She'd had a week from hell and the last thing she needed was for her mom to play "bad cop".  A little understanding and girl talk would've gone a lot further than ultimatums at the crack of dawn.<br/><br/>Despite that, Nikki felt bad for talking back to her mom.<strong>"It'll get done mom.  I'm not going outside though."</strong><br/>