3 years later...

"Dad!" I called out while walking into the house... yes, I said house. Dad bought a house I'm still surprised. Grandpa lives with us too and Uncle Sam and Aunt Chloe live accross the street with there son Zack. He's annoying but he's 3 so, it kind of works that way. A lot of things have changed, I go to High school now and Im a straight A student, who would of seen that comming? Not me. But when Dad went A wall on me I kind of changed. Dad hasn't losed his coolness, know he's very cool, all my friends like him. They call him the 'hot pepper.' he likes it.

"Your dads not home Laura." I heard an elder man say. It couldn't be Sam he works to much and it couldn't be Chloe... that meens one person Grandpa. He walked into the hallway. I was standing with a guy named Tyler. I don't really like him, I just got stuck doing this dumb school prodject with him. Grandpa looked at us shocked. He couldn't move or anything. Thank god Dad came in with groceries.

"Hey Laura." He said while kissing the top of my head and then putting the brown paper bags on the counter.

"Dad, Are you okay?" He asked. Grandpa was still in shock. Tyler stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Tyler Miller, nice to meet you." Grandpa couldn't move. Dad gave him a weird look and then shook Tylers hand.

"Hi, Im Lauras' father Dean, you can call me Dean." Tyler shook his hand and then said "cool." I rolled my eyes at him. Dad pointed upstairs and then told Tyler, "You can go upstairs, Laura will be up there in a second." Thank god, I meen what was wrong with grandpa? He was still standing there really still. He couldn't move, he was frozen.

"Grandpa!" I screamed. He finaly moved an inch.

"Dean! How could you let this happen? There is a boy in this house and I don't like it. What is he doing with her? Are you crazy!" He started to ramble on and on about Tyler, I didn't see what the problem was, I had guys over here before, there was just something about this guy that freaked Tyler out. Something really really weird.

"Dad, he seems like a nice boy." I grunted.

"Plus, Laura has brought guys over before, and, she's 15 what do you think there going to do. Laura is smart, she knows to think twice about sex... right?" He asked me. I nodded my head yes. I couldn't even imagine having Sex with Tyler.

"Excuse me?" Dad asked. I forgot this was a serious issue, and the 'yes sir' thing was important now.

"Yes sir." I told him.

"good, now bring him a coke and get started." I nodded my head and left the room. I went upstairs and Tyler and found the Journals that dad had left out on the table.

"Who wrote this? It's buckets of crazy." I rolled my eyes.

"A very smart man that saves your ass." I told him. I handed him the coke and sat down.

"You beileve in this crap?" He asked me. I nodded my head... it was true.

"So do I." He told me. He did? What was that all about... okay whatever, I don't like this guy remeber?

"So, Mrs bitch gave us this stupid report on Saudi Arabia." I told him

"I hate world culture..." He told me.

"It's okay." I told him. He went to go open the coke bottle and it exploded all over us. I started to laugh while he stood up.

"I'll be back, I'll go get a towl." I told him. I had a big smile on my face, I went down stairs and saw Zack sitting on the table.

"Hey buddy, when did you come?" I asked. He smiled at me.

"Daddies looking for you." He told me, while swinging his legs. He had the biggest smile on his face, it made me think I did something wrong.

"Why?" I asked while grabbing a paper towl.

"I don't know." He told me while jumping off the table and running in the backyard. I watched him while he grabbed Uncle Sams hand and took him straight in the house.

"here she is daddy." He said while squeezing his hand.

"Thank god, Laura, where is that journal that your dad had, you know the hunting journal." Shit it was upstairs.Tyler was upstairs, Uncle is looking for it. I was trying to put the puzzle peices together but they weren't looking good. They just read Exposure for everyone! AHHHHHH. Okay think, what would dad do? Umm, kick my ass... know know! Okay what would Sam do? Kick Tyler out. Know but I have a report with him. I looked down at the little three year old.

"Hey sport can I talk to you for a second?" I asked. I didn't even wait for an answer I just grabbed him and ran upstairs. "Laura!" he yelled. "Look, there is no time to talk, go to that boy and grab the journal under the poster." He gave me the most disturbed look.

"What?" I asked.

"What do I get out of it?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"A promise that I won't give you the biggest wedgie in the next five minuets." He looked at me scared.

"Fine!" He went over to Tyler and looked him straight in the face.

"Hey kid, are you Laura's brother?" He asked. He shook his head no.

"Im her cousin." He said while grabbing the journal and handing it to me.

"Thank you, I owe you." I told him while running down stairs. Dad was standing right next to Uncle Sam they both turned around when they saw me. Busted, was all I could think. When those to think hard enough and put there brains to it, they can get it. So I just new by dads face.

"That was upstairs in the family room wasn't it." I nodded my head yes.

"Did he see it?" Sam asked me. I nodded my head yes again. Grandpa popped out of no were, seriously.

"I told you, I told you that boy was up to know good." Dean rolled his eyes. Grandpa stopped.

"I know you did not just roll your eyes at me." He told dad, Zack and I started to giggle.

"Laura." Grandpa scolded.

"Sorry." I said.

"Look, just get him out of here okay." My dad said. I nodded my head. I then quickly ran upstairs and looked Tyler straight in the face.

"Hey, this isn't really a good time for me right now, so could you just call me and we'll set somthing up." I grabbed his arm and I could see that it hurt him, but he was such a man so he wouldn't scream. I was using my streinght a little so I let some of the power seep through. He took a breath of relief.

"Okay, I guess." I let him go bye the door and when he walked out I slammed the door in his face. Why does everything good, have to turn out so bad?