I'm really really sorry that it took me so long to update, I have been writing new chapters for my other stories on here and on .

Oh, and ever since my brother slammed my finger in the car door, I've been typing really slowly, so I'm again, sorry if you've been waiting forever. But I did it!

I'm speechless.

Absolutely speechless.

Didn't I tell Caitlin how awful Billy was? Doesn't she remember anything? Apparently not.

"Maddy, what is it? You look depressed," Caitlin said, realizing that I've been unusually quiet. "What is it?"

I tried to be subtle. It didn't work.

"Oh, nothing." I muttered. "It's just that YOU'RE HITTING ON MY ENEMY!!" I hollered out the last part, and I could imagine my face turning a not-so-flattering shade of red. Caitlin looked startled.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You know perfectly well what I mean," I spat, avoiding her eyes. Great. I'm getting in a fight with my best friend, and she hasn't even been here a full day. Just great.

Caitlin's eyebrows scrunch up, and she looks like she's concentrating really hard on something. Or trying to figure something out.

"Oh no!" Caitlin cried. "How could I be so stupid?" Then she moaned, actually moaned, and hugged me. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine," I mumble. But it's not. Knowing Caitlin, she's not the type to forget about a guy.

Caitling looked genuinely worried. Looking downward and fidgeting with her bracelet, she quietly said, "Okay, I'll stop."

I hugged her back. I was so, incredibly lucky to have a friend who puts her friends first. I was ecstatic! Now, I'd have no horrible nightmares of Caitlin and Billy's wedding, or others equally horrific.

I stepped out of the car. "Thank you so much!" I gasped. "You have no idea how grateful I am."

"Maddy! Caitlin!" Mom called. "We're all staying over here for dinner!"

Joy. "Come on," I told Caitlin. We might as well get it over with. What did I ever do to deserve this torture?

I slowly approached the front door, wondering what would happen if I accidently-on-purpose tread through one of the flower beds. I grinned mischievously. Why should I wonder?

Taking a deep breath, I casually (I hoped) cut through the daffodils.

"Hey!" hollered a masculine voice. I turned around, realizing that it was Derek Henderson himself. "What are you doing?"

I feigned surprise. "Oh, no! Sorry!" I clapped my hand over my mouth. But inside, I was jumping for joy.

I honestly have no idea what possessed me to do that random act. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted to make Billy mad. And he was, because I could see him about ten feet away from me, scowling.

Derek knelt to the ground, gingerly feeling the trampled flower petals. He sighed, downcast. "I'll replant these later."

I stared. Were those tears in his eyes? A wave of grief washed over me, and I felt horrible. Why did I do that? Just because I hated his son, it didn't mean I had to take it out on him.

I motioned for Mom. "What's up with him?" I whispered.

"Oh, honey," Mom put her hand on my shoulder. "He planted those flowers when his wife died."

I froze. Dead? I had no clue. I even secretly had a hope that once Derek moved in with us, Bill would go to live with his mom. I had just assumed his parents were divorced, like mine.

Derek Henderson was soon over his sadness. "Come on!" he shouted. "It's time for dinner!"

Inside the house, it was just as immaculate as the front yard. It wasn't the most expensive, but everything in it was sparkling clean. When I breathed in, it even smelled fresh. Probably an air freshener.

I took a seat next to Caitlin at the table, making sure I did not make eye contact with Billy. Next to me was a petite, brown-haired girl. I remembered vaguely Mom telling me that Billy had a sister. This must be her.

I soon found out that her name was Amber, and she was Emily's age. And I must admit that I expected her to be just like Billy. I was wrong.

"Hi, Maddy!" Amber chirped.

"Um……how do you know my name?" I questioned.

"Emily told me!" she exclaimed, as if that was some huge accomplishment. Emily, on the other side of her, grinned.

"What's your favorite color? Mine's purple. I like blue, too, but it's not as good as purple." Her brown eyes lit up, and I sadly realized that she might never be quiet.

Even though I found her more that a little annoying, I have found hope in her. Why? Because I discovered that it is possible to be related to Billy and be decent, too.

Dinner was some sort of chicken. I think. To put it nicely, Derek Henderson is a terrible cook.

"What is this?" asked Emily, loud and rude. Oh, man. I was thinking the exact same, but at least I had the smarts not to say it out loud.

Derek, however, wasn't offended. "It's steak." Well then. I was wrong."

A wave of awkwardness washed over the dinner table. What now? All that I knew was that I couldn't stand it anymore, and I had to leave. Now.

Come on, Caitlin," I said. "I have to………..go home and, um….study for the science test!" I was actually getting good at faking it.

I deliberately ignored Mom's questioning look, and practically sprinted out the door.

Why did I do that? Did I really think that leaving would solve everything? Plus, it's only going to get worse, I realized grimly.

Caitlin made eye contact with me. "Well, that was awkward."

I couldn't agree with her more.

I don't own the book this was based off of, or any of the characters. Well, this is obvious, this being FanFiction.

Thanks for being patient and stuff! : )