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"May I help you?" I blurted out in what I hope was compensation.

I figured it was the wrong thing to say when the glower turned into a glare.

"I'm here to see my son." She looked me over. "And you are?"

"I'm Aaron's girl - I mean, friend that's a girl. Who's also his neighbor."

Her expression softend to a dismayed glance and she "Hmphed" me. I mean come on! I think I'm worth a little more than a "Hmph" but oh well, beggars can't be choosers.

Aaron walked down the stairs, looking amazingly handsome I might add, and smiled at his mother. "Hi mom," he said hopping down the last two steps and walking over to give her a hug. "How are you?"

"How do you think I am?" she said as if it were obvious.

"Right, sorry..." was all he could say.

"So how are things going?" Ms. Cart - I mean, Spaulding asked, following her youngest son into the living room and inviting her to a giant armchair. I lingered near the doorway, just in case.

I didn't want to do anything stupid that would, say, send in my life's resignation.

"Um, good, good." Aaron grinned, and I nearly giggled at how good he was at bullshitting. Yes, yes, being kidnapped was nothing. So was your girlfriend ending up in the hospital.

"Where is your brother and sisters?" Ms. Spaulding asked, looking around the spacious living room. "They are still living here, right?"

"Well...Nick's upstairs still getting ready, Angel's gone shopping, but for Leslie and B.J....Well.."

"'Well'?" she asked in a bitchy tone that made me want to slap her. "'Well' what?"

"Are Leslie and B.J. here or not?" She twisted her head to again glare at me, as if pinning the blame on me.

What? Wanna take this outside? I wanted to ask. But instead I remained silent.

"No. They're not." Aaron said out flatly.

His mom's eyes widened. "Why not? They're supposed to be filming the reality show with you!"

"They are! It's just that B.J. got called in for a cooking competition and Leslie went with her for moral support. The rest of us wanted to go, but the producers said that some of us had to stay. They're still being filmed though. Anyways, the whole things only a week, they'll be back in a few days. Mom," he whined, "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" A husky voice traveled from halfway up the stairs.

Nick came down the stairs, also looking good.

Then I realized that no one was with Kanden. I signaled to Aaron that I was going upstairs and I made my leave as quick as I could.

When I got to the top of the stairs I heard Ms. Spaulding ask - in one of the most unfriendly tones I've ever heard, "Who the hell is that little witch?"

"What little witch?" Aaron asked innocently.

"I dont see a little witch anywhere," Nick chimed in.

"That girl! The one who claimed to be your so-called neighbor and friend." Ms. Spaulding shot out, nodding towards up the upstairs, where I was concealed in the shadows. Well, thank you very much.

"Oh!" Nick said brightly. "She's Aaron's girl - ow!" Aaron had nudged him very hard in the ribs, Nick's face turning fuschia red.

"She's my friend, Ma! A friend who just so happens to be a girl!" Aaron claimed, shooting me a discreet look to go take care of Kanden.

I'd chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of, closing the Goddamned door?

I went into the baby's room, where he was in his crib, still sleeping. Sitting down on a toy chest in one corner I kinda resented Kanden for not having to put up with the drama that is life. I sat there for a minute singing Nickelback's "Someday" in my head.

I got up from my seat and walked over to sit in the window sill. I looked out onto the California Sunset and realised that it was everything I'd ever heard of it being.

I was brought back to reality by the sound of Kanden crying. I got up as quick as I could and went over to him.

"Shhh," I cooed to the baby. "Don't cry, it's alright I got you."

He stopped crying but continued to squirm uncomfortably. Wonderful, first I get greeted by one of the rudest mothers ever, now I get to change a diaper...could this day get any better? I thought sarcastically.

A small thunder exaulted from Kanden's diaper.

Of course...

I wrinkled my nose and gave Kanden The Look. "Sorry kid, I don't think your scent can outwin Paris Hilton's."

His dark eyes welled up with theatric effects. He burst out crying.

"No, no, no. I didn't mean that. I was just kidding." I told him, picking him up and trying to ignore the smell. He gave a contented smile as I carried him to the bathroom, bathing him in the Carter's humongous marble bath tub.

"You like that, dont you?" I asked kindly to the little toddler.

"What in the name are you doing to Aaron's little brother?" Somebody shrieked out from behind me.

Of course, life could be better, too...

I turned around and Ms. Bitc- I mean, Spaulding was standing there with a horrified look on her face, I turned back to Kanden immediately.

It's this weird new thing called 'a bath'. You should really try it. I wanted to say. Instead I settled for, "It was time for his bath, but I didn't want to inturrupt you, Nick and Aaron. So I figured I'd give him one myself. I've done it before with Angel." I made sure not to take my eyes off the baby so that she couldn't try to call me a 'reckless endangerment to the baby' or something.

"You've done it before with Angel? Whoa!" Aaron whistled, but instantly back down after being shot with his mother's glare.

"Not like that," I refrained from calling him a sicko. "I mean, I've given Kanden a bath with Angel before. I mean, he didn't take a bath with Angel, but -"

"Enough." Ms. Spaulding commanded. "Just leave."

I sat there shocked. Did she just tell me to leave?!

"Hello? Am I speaking Chinese or something? I said GO!" she stepped aside and pointed to the door. "Aaron, take the baby."

I got up off my knees and wrapped Kanden in a towel before handing him to Aaron. I was nothing short of mortified. I was being kicked out of Nick's house by his mother. And my boyfriend hadn't said two words on my behalf.

Embarrassed and pissed off I crossed the street to my house. My parents were home and I went inside to see if I could use the car.

My dad must've thought me and Aaron got into a bad fight - which hadn't happened yet but I could tell it would soon - because he gave me the keys with little more than "be safe".

I went out to the car and jammed the keys into the ignition. I put my seatbelt on and sped off, Papa Roach's "Last Resort" blaring on the stereo.