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"Jesse, baby, we need to tell you something," my dad said with seriousness.

I looked up from putting gum under the table and gave my parents my full attention. My mom had a worried look on her face, and my dad was fiddling with an imaginary piece of lint on his shirt. I knew something had to be wrong because they were both nervous. I've never seen them like this before.

"Dad, whats going on? If you saw the gum under the table, that totally wasn't me," I said, waving my hands around drastically.

"No it's not about--WHAT?!"

I 'teeheed' quietly to myself.

'Operation make dad crazy is now in progress.' I'm so evil.

"Well, you got my attention," I mumbled with my eyes raised.

"Okay," started dad. "The next couple of months are gonna be tough for us. We're going to have overtime at the store."

"Don't worry, I won't wait up!" I said, giving them a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up.

"No, it's not that, dear. We--we want you to go live with a friend of the family's until Bart comes out of the hospital."

The smile wiped off my face.

"We're really sorry, but--" My mom spoke, but I was too busy worried in my thoughts to listen." --'Please don't tell me their serious!? How could they do this? Why can't they let me take care of myself??'

"Damn…" I whispered to myself. Then I decided to voice my opinion, regardless of what the consequences might be. "How do you think I feel knowing that my parents don't trust me to take care of myself?"

Plan A) Guilt trip, commenced; add on the fake tears, with some quivering chin and lip and I should have them at my fingertips.

"Don't you dare try that guilt trip on us, Jessica Kaye Hunter!" My mom yelled, yes to my immense surprise yelled, at me.

"Wha—but--how could you ever resist the charm that is me?" I dropped to my knees and tried to grab at my Dad's foot that so happened to be right next to me.

Plan B) Grovel.

"You're going and nothing is stopping that!" My mother warned, wagging that oh-so-very-mother-like finger at me. I must admit, that woman scares the be-jesus out of me.

"You can't make me!" I ran upstairs to my room and slammed my door shut and then slumped on my bed, face first.


A woman with blonde hair and dark green eyes opened the door. I noticed that she was wearing a bikini top and a navy blue billowy shirt. "Hello Philaine, how have you been?"

"I've been good Rosanna, how about you?" She fully opened the door and let us through. I looked around the apartment. Unlike ours, it seemed inviting and had a warm vibe to it. It may have been messy, but it had vibrant colors, and the atmosphere was calm and fluid.

As they went in the kitchen, I stayed in the room to have a look around. There was nothing to really see in this room so I just decided to look out the window.

'I think I just died and went to hottie heaven.'

Through the window I saw three gorgeous guys on the street playing with skateboards. One of them had long blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a baby face; he was also the tallest. Said boy was standing off to the side watching his two friends skateboard. The other had curly brown hair with blonde streaks on top of his hair. To me, he looked Hispanic because he had darkish skin. The last one had short wild beach-washed blonde hair almost touching his shoulders and hazel eyes. Boy, don't I wish these guys were shirtless.

A few minutes later, my parents decided to leave to work. After Philaine told me where to sleep for the time being, I decided to take a nap. As I drifted off into my dream-like state of sleep, I thought I heard the door open. I opened my eyes and felt the bed sink in. There was another weight, beside mine, exerting itself onto the other side of the bed.

'I hope Philaine has a cat.' I thought, panicking.

Even though I couldn't see anything, I felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around me like a pillow. I could sense the person freezing then turning tense after I opened my mouth and let out a loud scream.