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A small breeze swept against my back as my pace turned into a slow walk. I had stopped crying a few minutes earlier, but I could feel the tears still stained on my cheeks. I was walking down the sidewalk, towards Bentley Phillips house. He was my other best friend. No, I didn't tell him as much stuff as I normally did Scar, but his house was closer and I wasn't up for a longer walk. I walked up to his door, and gently knocked, knowing someone in that oh so quiet house of his would hear it.

"Oh hi Abigal! Oh sweety, are you okay?" Bentley's perky mother asked.

"Hey Mrs. Phillips. everythings fine. Um, is Bentley around? I need to talk to him about something important." I replied, skipping around everything.

"Oh of course hunny. He's up in his room. Theres no telling what he's doing." She nodded towards the stairs and I went up there and stopped at his door. I didn't know rather or not to barge in or to just knock. I could hear his "Forever The Sickest Kids" playing through the door, playing only the best song 'Whoa Oh.' It was pretty loud, so I just decided to come in.

He was sitting on the floor with his back towards the door, rumaging through old magazines. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He yelped from being scared, and stood up quickly.

"Oh. My. Bob. Junior, are you insane! Don't fucking scare me like that again!" He yelled. I giggled. Junior, you're probably asking what that's about. It's a nickname him and Scar had for me, I was the smallest in the group. So, that's how I got stuck with that name. And I call Bentley Trooper and Scarlett Scar, but those are longer stories.

"I'm sorry Trooper. It's just, if I would had knocked, you.. wouldn't had heard me doll." I grinned.

"I know," He looked at my cheeks which where red and stained with tears still. He stuck his hand on my cheek, "What's wrong Abbs?" He asked. I sat down on his bed and looked at him.

"It's a long story." I told him.

"I've got time." He stated and sat down beside of me. I began to explain everything to him. From Mason showing up at the front door and then the whole arranged marriage. He looked at me in complete shock.

"Oh Junior, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that ass would ever come back. If you want, I know some people around the block that could, you know.. get rid of him." I said. I busted out laughing.

"A-Okay Trooper. Get real. You don't know your neighboor. It's not like you would know people from around the block." I said patting him on the back. "Now, I've got to go. I'll see you later alligator." I kissed his check and left his house, walking towards mine.

I walked through the front door as quietly as I could, not wanting to be seen. I knew I was facing the impossible, unless they were all out by the pool like my mom normally did ever Saturday afternoon. I couldn't understand her sometimes. She had everything planned out, from the exact time to wake up, to knowing that she would be watching her favorite soap opera. It's pretty annoying, I hate perfect people, or the ones who try to be.

"Abigal." A voice called out from behind me as I made my way up to my room. I groaned, and turned around to see..

(( it's a little boring, but i've gotta make it lead up to the main part, and i don't want to rush it. please bare with me? anyways, thanks. :] ))