here's more! sorry it took sososo long!

Corran was nothing at all like Yama Groode. Corran was 6'2" and had long black hair and pale skin. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, which made Yama shudder inside to think about it. He also had weird bluish-violet eyes. He loved the way tattooes looked, so he always showed his tattooes off. He loved to be with Yama, even though sometimes he got her annoyed. He knew they'd always be friends, and that's all he needed. Corran's genes were fused with that of a bat, and for some reason, he didn't like bats at all. Yama always found that weird.
"You're thinking about the first time we met," Corran smiled at her.
She looked up calmly at him,"You had no clue what you were doing."
"And you were so stubborn, you wouldn't let me have the guns!" Corran brushed a piece of Yama's long bangs out of her eyes.
"I didn't want you to shoot youself!"
"I didn't know you handled a gun that well!"
"Well you found out then!"
Corran laughed.
"Stop lauging! It's not funny!" Yama said impatiently.
Marsi burst through the French doors, her face purple with rage,"Are you two enjoying your little backflashes out here?!"
"Why yes, we are! Come to join us, Barbie!" Yama lashed at her.
"Yama!" Corran was taken aback.
"Ya well, if you would kindly step into that door. . ." Marsi tried to speak, but Corran cut her off.
"Marsi! That's no way to act! Both of you! God!"he took Yama's hand and the collar of Marsi's shirt and pulled them back inside.
Yama sat down on the blood red comforter of Corran's bed, making herself comfortable,"You're right, C. That was no way for us to act," she looked at Marsi. "Besides, if we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, we might as well be pleasant! So, I'm sorry, Marsi.
Yama was staring Marsi right in the eyes, which made her look away.
"Yeah, I guess I am, too," she grumbled.
"How's that?" Yama leaned in, pretending to be hard of hearing.
"You heard me, birdgirl."
"Ouch! That's cold. Oh well, the snow doesn't bother me. . .anymore," Yama said, playing with a fringe on the end of one of the bed sheets. Then, she looked up at Corran,"How did you know that I was thinking about Egypt and the first time we met?"
"Me? Oh. . .eh, well. . .you know my talent!" Corran said uncertainly.
"I know that you know everything, but that wasn't a fact, it was in my mind, C!"
"Well, I've kinda got. . .a new ability," Corran winced, waiting for the rampage.
Yama's eyes widened,"That's so neat! You can read minds! Really cool, C!"
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad, silly?! That is such a neat trick! All I can do is see really far. . ."
Corran squeezed her shoulders,"And be a really great best friend!"
Marsi groaned, and Yama shot her a sharp hawk look. They reamined staring at each other until they all heard a loud crash downstairs.
"Oh, God. It's probably the chandelier again," Marsi said as she dragged toward the door.
"It's not even a raving party," Yama thought aloud.
"We've had some problems with the rigging," Marsi said over her shoulder, closing the door behind her. "Don't get too comfortable."
'I wouldn't worry about that you sick, twisted, evil little. . .'
"Yama!" Corran said, hearing my train of thoughts.