A/N: Hey, guys! I'm starting a new story, since I have a lot of inspiration for this. I will still be writing for BMP2, but it's being put on hold until I can get past this writer's block with it. Keep reading and reviewing though, it's very helpful!

This is a Castiel love story, so sorry if you don't like him much ahah. On the other hand, I will be writing one for Kentin and Alexy soon. Lysander is cute and all, but I don't even know what I could come up with for him.

This is a story about a teenage girl, weighed down with the burden of caring for her little sister who has Cystic Fibrosis. Her mother passed giving birth to her little sister, and her Father is in prison.

Keep reading for more detail! I hope you guys enjoy!

This is a trial and error. If I get enough positive reviews, I'll continue.

Asa's POV:

"Aaaand," I dragged out the word as I was finishing hooking up Rupert. "Done. You can switch to Rupert now, I'll put your travel air tank in the closet." I switched out her tubes and switched Rupert on. "Yay!" Elina exclaims. "I'm sure Rupert was lonely in the moving truck. I bet it was dark in there." I smile as I smooth her hair down. "I bet it was. I bet he's happy to see you."

Rupert is my sister Elina's oxygen machine. She named it, because she claimed it was awkward spending so much time with a stranger. My name is Asa, and I just moved to Sweet Amoris in hopes of starting over with my little sister. When Elina was born, she was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. In other words, she has a thick mucus coating her lungs, making it difficult to do day to day activities. She can't breathe well enough, so we now have Rupert.

It's always been just my sister and I, for quite a while. Our mother died while giving birth to Elina. Our father is in prison for kidnapping me during a stupid custody battle. Not that it matters, I would never be daddy's little girl. We lived with our aunt for many years while I saved up to move away and start new. Well, now we're here. Why Sweet Amoris you ask? It's simple. It's all around warm climate will keep Elina from getting sicker, and the small town life will help me loosen up a little. All of the city smog, doesn't work well for my asthma or Elina's CF.

I rolled Rupert into his designated corner by her bed with a sigh. At least the movers did all of the big stuff, because there was no way I'd be able to do it alone. I looked around Elina's peach colored walls. It was pretty small, but big enough. She had a twin sized bed on one wall, with Rupert in the corner close to her bed, a night stand next to her bed, a dresser on the opposite wall, a desk we use to study, and a closet filled with clothes she never really gets to wear anymore. I grabbed her Monster High comforter out of a bag and made her bed for her, and organized her many pillows and stuffed animals. By the time we finished getting her room settled in, it was already getting dark.

"Lina, are you getting hungry?" She held her stomach and thought about it. "I can't tell. What's for dinner?" I pondered. "How does veggie pizza sound?" I heard a small grumble from her stomach. "Now I'm hungry." I giggled and messed up her hair, before calling the pizza place on my phone.

After we ate, it was almost 9 o'clock. "Bed time, let's go." Lina nodded before following me into her room. She changed into her favorite Hello Kitty pajamas as I plugged in her Princess night light. I helped her climb into bed before re-attaching Rupert and tucking her in. "Good night, Lina. I love you." I gave her a kiss on her forehead. She grabbed my hand as I turned around. "Will you do the thing? Pleeasse?" I looked at her and chuckled.

I stood a few feet away from her bed before starting.

"Dango, dango, dango, dango.

Oh, Dango family, the happy family.

There as cheery as can be;

Dango family!

Everyday they have a track meet, even though they have no feet,"

I ran in a circle.

"Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, dango races can't be beat!"

I pretended like I wiped sweat off of my brow.

"Everybody take a bath, and repeat!"

I acted like I was scrubbing myself in the bathtub.

"Dango, dango, dango!"

Elina giggled before settling into her bed. She started nodding off, and I took that as a sign to leave. As I was almost through the door, she called out to me. "Asa?" I poked my head through the door. "Yeah?" She gave me a sleepy smile. "I love you."

I went to my bathroom after changing into my Suicide Silence tank top and my polka dot fleece pajama shorts. I smoothed my long, platinum blonde hair down and ran a brush through it. I let it flow down one of my shoulders. I brushed my teeth and rinced my face, and looked at my reflection. Everyone tells me I have a striking resemblance to Emily Browning in Sucker Punch, hair and all. I could definitely see it. With a small sigh, I drug my feet across the carpet and fell face down onto my twin sized bed. After slipping under the covers and dozing off, I heard a loud noise. What the hell is that? I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to figure out what that was. Is that, an electric guitar?

I closed the door behind me quietly before storming down the walkway. Seriously, who turns an amp up this loud this late at night?

After finding the source of the problem, I banged on the door and tapped my bare foot on the concrete of the porch. No response. I banged on the door again. Eventually, the guitar cut off and I heard footsteps behind the door. The door opened swiftly, a gust of cigarette stench and an annoyed red head revealed behind the door. "What?" he boomed, glaring at me. After seeing me, he softened his features a little and twisted his face into a smirk. "What can I do you for?"

"Can you keep your fucking noise down? Some people are trying to sleep." He leaned against the doorway, completely shirtless with nothing but black jeans on. "What gives you the right to tell me what to do?" He asked, crossing his arms and twitching a brow at me. "What gives me the right? The fact I can make your life a living hell. Keep the fucking noise down, buddy, or it won't be pretty." I poked a finger close to his face before turning on my heel and walking off. "Next time, tone down the bitchiness before asking me a favor." He retorted. Did he just say that? I whipped around, giving him a stinging slap across his cheek. He looks at me with bewilderment, before glowering at me. "What the fuck was that f-"

I cut him off. "Keep it down."

I turned on my heel once more before slipping into my apartment. Who the hell does he think he is? Keeping me from my sleep isn't smart, and if Lina wakes up, she's hard to put back to bed again. At least he was kind of cute, I'll give him that.

That's all I'll give him, though.

I crawled into bed, smirking at the silence I heard. I was about to fall asleep when..

Groaning, I remembered that I start school tomorrow.