Yes. I know It's been long. Very, very, VERY long. And you all probably hate me now.

I don't really blame you either. I haven't updated in more then half a year.

But I'm updating now:-)

I MET HIM AT PUBLIX

As I pulled out on Old Cutler, I looked back at Daniel's rental. He was still parked. I squinted, trying to see what he was doing in his car. But all I could see were the shadows. I sighed and looked back at the road just in time to stop my car at the stop light, sighing and leaning my head back against the head-rest.

The light became green just a few seconds after the song changed to "My Love" by Justin Timberlake.

I pressed down lightly on the accelerator and passed through the intersection. I passed by Frank's Pizza and the newly constructed strip mall in a daze, listening to the radio and thinking.

Something I like to call auto driving.

What had I just agreed to? Being a tour guide to some of the most famous teenage stars to date? Not to be conceited but I seriously thought he was going to ask me out. But instead he asked me to be his… tour guide. Yay me.

I turned onto the dark road that led to me development and shut the radio off.

British boys are weird. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm inexperienced with them.

As I pulled up to my development, Seagrape and pushed the little button to open the gate that was on my visor, I began to realize that, like always, I was letting my feeling get ahead of me. I've always fallen into 'like' easily and not too far after stood love. Of course, everyone has a summer fling at least one in their life but, not with a movie star. At least not with a movie star. At least no one I knew did.

I turned into my development and turned right, seeing my house immediately. Seeing as it was the first house on the right side of the street, I could already see my back porch. The light was on and two people were outside. One was on the hammock and the other sat on a chair, smoking a cigarette. I grimaced in disgust. I hate it when my pother smokes. Mostly because it's bad for her health but also because she thinks that if she consumes enough cinnamon flavored Mentos her breath won't smell.

Ha, good luck with THAT theory. All it does is make her smell like cinnamon Mentos and me feel like barfing. That smell is STRONG…

Anyways, I rounded the curve, blinking my lights so that the people on my porch, namely my parents, would know it was me.

I pulled into my driveway and pressed yet another button. The garage door of my two-story house opened as I grabbed things and turned off my car.

I opened my car door as my dog walked out, wagging her tail so hard that it moved the rest of her lower body along with it.

"Get back in the house Nena!" I called as I took my keys out of the ignition and got out of the car.

I closed the door and locked it before walking into the garage and closing it. I then walked into the house as one of the sliding glass doors in the former play room -which is now just a large sitting room adjacent to my father's office- closed. I bent to pet my dog as someone approached me and I looked up.

"What took you?" My mother asked, her cinnamon Mentos breath killing my nose.

"Last customer." I said gruffly, standing up straight and walking towards the stairs.

"Why did it take so long?" My father asked fromt behind my mother.

"He bought like $300 worth of food." I said briefly again, walking up to where our front door is.

"He?" my father spoke again. I could hear his eyebrow raising in concern.

"Yes dad, a boy." I drawled, giving him a smirk over my shoulder.

I stopped dead on the steps when I heard my mother's next words.

"Was he cute?" I turned and my mother was wiggling her thin eyebrows like a Groucho Marx wannabe.

"Mother!" I exclaimed, horrified that she was asking about my personal life. She laughed and I marched up the remaining stairs and turned right into the small hallway that led to mine and my siblings' rooms. Just then, my little brother Alfred slid out on the tile from my room. I stopped and stared at the blonde little demon, my mouth agap.

He stared back at me for a moment before scrambling back into my room, screaming at the top of his lungs ;"SHE'S BACK! SHE'S BACK!"

My door slammed shut and I heared my little brother and sister screaming as they scurried about in my room.

I growled menacingly and burst into my room to find them picking up things from my underwear to the contents of my old book bag and putting them away. An item in my little sister's hand caught my eye and I grabbed it from her and closed it.

I glared venomously at my siblings and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Get OUT of my ROOM!" I hissed at them. They whimpered and ran past me out of my room and down the small hallway and down the stairs.

"MOM!" They screamed as I slammed my door shut, drowning them out.

I sighed and put down my slam book before I bean cleaning up after the Terrible-Twosome.

I took my phone from my pocket and threw it on my bed with my smock and finished putting things away. After that, I grabbed my towel from behind my door and left my room. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I locked it behind me, just in case Nikky and Alfred were planning on anything.

I know It's short and I'm sorry about that but it's only short because it's like 2 AM and I'm freakin tired so, I hope you like it! And I'll be updating my other stories probably later on today.

BuNNy

PS: I was going to update earlier but it wouldn't let me upload! I did upload it onto DeviantArt and there's a banner I made for it when I was bored on there check it and tell me what you think.

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