Like A Love Song.
Braden/OC

Summary: Gemma Feder, twin to Greg Feder, is more than happy for summer to be here. Then she meets Braden Higgins.

Chapter One: Oh Deer…


The early morning sun seeped in through my blinds as I stumbled back into my bedroom from my shower. Last day of school, then I was officially a senior! Along with my twin and best friend for life, Greg, and our friend Andre. Our little brother Keithie was going to be Sophomore, and Becky was in third grade… I think….

"What to wear… What to wear…" I muttered walking over to my walk in closet, I burrowed through the many articles of clothing, attempting to find an outfit. Finding nothing at first, I gave up and decided to do my makeup. I threw on a grey pajama romper and then I sat at my vanity, looking over the variety of items before me…. I should go neutral since I have no clue what the heck I'm wearing. I was in the middle of doing my eyes when I heard screaming that was no doubt from my Mother. I dropped my eyeliner and ran out of my room, nearly doing a face plant as I tripped on my rug and threw open my door and stepped out the door, and jumped back inside as something very large and scary shot past me.

"No way! Can I ride it?!" Keithie exclaimed as I stood there gaping, trying to grasp what I just saw.

"Ah," I squeaked. Holy crap! That was a deer! A big deer at that. I jumped back out in time to see it slide and crash into the bathroom door, effectively destroying it, it then managed to yank the curtain, revealing my twin…. Naked. EWWWW!

"Ahhhhhhh!" We both screamed, the deer then started peeing on him… Even grosser…. I tried to shake the image from my eyes when I heard clomping, I froze as the deer galloped towards me. Becky then joined the party when she popped her head out of her room, a huge grin on her face when she saw the animal. I should have known she would have something to do with this!

"A deer!" She cried with glee. I tried to move, but was frozen, and as I waited to be murdered by the deer, Keithie, and Dad jumped out in front of me from the laundry room with baskets of dirty clothes in hand. How will that help?! They threw it at the deer, and it stopped momentarily stunned. Well… It worked…. It shook off the clothing, except for one piece, a bra, that hung on one of the antlers. In any other situation, I would have laughed, because it was rather entertaining sight, but I was trying not to freak out more than I already was. The deer then ran from them and on down the stairs. We all took off after it.

"Daddy, I left the door open in case any animals wanted to come in," Becky explained, following Mom as she hurried up to be with us.

"You did, huh?" Dad asked, I peered as far as I could to catch sight of the beast.

"I did!" She sounded quite pleased with herself. Usually her love for animals was endearing, but now it was irritating and life threatening.

"Yeah, one crazy-ass one!" Keithie exclaimed.

"Language!" Mom hissed.

"Oh, no, you did a good thing, sweetheart," Dad said.

"Greg, I'm going to need a bat!" He yelled up the stairs. My eyes widened.

"Daddy, no!" Becky yelled.

"Dad! You can't be serious!" I demanded.

"No, I'm not going to hit the deer, I'm just going to…massage it's head with it for a little bit." I let out a chuckle. Typical Da. We continued our slow creep after the animal who had disappeared into the kitchen, leaving a path of destruction behind it..

"He's here," Dad said as we made it to the kitchen.

"And he's eating Bowsers food.." He added. Again, so funny, but I was way too nervous to laugh. I watched in apprehension as daddy carefully crept into the kitchen, Becky stood at the corner, Keithie right behind her, I stood behind Keithie, gripping his shoulders, Mom was behind me and Greg brought up the back.

"Okay, he knows we're here now. Stay, stay," Dad explained, holding his hand out to keep us back, I gladly did so. We came to a screeching halt, peering around the corner. The deer was scaring the hell out of our dog, and not giving a darn about this little fact while eating his food.

"Oh my God," I whispered. How are we going to get it out?! The deer's head turned to look at Becky. Uh oh, it has a target.

"What's it looking at?" Dad muttered, following it's gaze. "Move your doll towards me." Becky moved Mr. Gigglesworth, her stuffed monkey, towards dad.

"And back to you. Towards me. And back to you. Three times fast." He said.

"No way," I muttered. The target was the monkey. This could end badly. Very badly.

"Give me that thing," Dad demanded, snapping his fingers.

"Mr. Gigglesworth?" Becky asked.

"Don't worry. Put it in my hand," Dad lied, not taking his eyes off the deer for a split second.

"Roxanne, take them in there. Over there." Dad said, Mom then huddled us into the dining room where we stood and waited.

"Hey, dude. Do you like this guy?" He was talking to the deer as if it understood him.

"Huh? You want to play with him? Let's go play with him in the other room. Come on. Come on, man. Slowly walk with me. I said slowly." He moved past the door way, waving Gigglesworth around.

"I said slowly." Dad then began running and we all followed after him.

"Problem solved," Dad said as we all piled onto the porch behind him. Becky ran to the front and we all watched in horror as the deer picked Mr. Gigglesworth up, and shook it, tearing it to shreds.

"Mr. Gigglesworth! Daddy, he's killing him!" Becky cried. Oh no.

"New problem begins," Dad sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said, brushing at Becky's hair.

"Is that your bra, Mrs. Feder?" a male voice caused me to look down. The post man was getting up from the ground, a stupid smile plasetered on his face.

"Nice!" He chuckled, holding up his hand for a high-five

"Easy." Dad said. Mom crossed her arms over her chest and I moved in front of her, blocking her from the creeps view.

"Ew," Keithie glared at the man. Good little brother.

"It is pretty cool," Dad finally gave in and high-fived the man. I groaned and turned to walk into the house, knocking into my twin, who was clad only in a towel.

"Gross! Put on some pants dude!" I shuddered, pushing past him fully. He didn't respond and I ran up to finish getting ready for school. We had been in New England for 10 months now, and I wasn't particularly happy about moving at first, but it wasn't awful. In fact, I think I liked it better than L.A, I just missed all my friends. I walked into my room, which was on the larger side. Having a Hollywood producer for a parent wasn't always bad. It was painted a light pink color, and had quotes written all over it. I walked over to my vanity and looked at my reflection. I looked a lot like my Mother, dark hair and eyes and slight tan skin. I had a round face and wasn't thick, or too thin. Years of gymnastics and cheerleading and other sports made me toned. I finished my makeup and turned back to the clothes issue. As my time ticked away, I quickly went with a simple ensemble. I dressed in maroon short shorts, a black tank top, and black lace up boots. I had bracelets and a necklace on, I messily French braided my hair, putting it into a knot at the base of my neck, leaving some stray curly pieces out. I double checked my make up and ran down stairs. I was searching for a drink in the fridge when I heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey, uh, Gem, honey, sweetie, darling." Dad's tone revealed his displeasure; I turned from the fridge, Gatorade in hand.

"Yes daddy?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Where are the rest of your shorts?" He asked, pointing at them. I laughed and went to sit at the island, twisting off the cap of the drink.

"Dad, they aren't even that short." I said. And it was true. All the important parts were covered, and my butt cheeks didn't fall out when I bent over. I took a sip of my drink, contemplating on what I wanted to eat for breakfast.

"You may as well not even be wearing pants! And that top is too low! Who takes you shopping?!" He demanded. Just then Mom walked into the room.

"Mommy does." I said, pointing to her.

"Does what sweetheart?" Mom asked, grabbing a coffee thermos from one of our cabinets.

"Buys her half pairs of shorts and revealing tops!" Dad shouted, angry now.

"Lenny, she looks fine, I'm sure!" Mom insisted, looking over at me, I stood up, making sure she saw the entire outfit. I shook my head. I threw on my cardigan

"My top half is covered, happy?" I asked, twirling around.

"Yes. You look beautiful, as always." Mom gushed. Despite the fact she was a fashion designer, she never pushed me to dress up. Becky was all for that, so she could play dress up with her.

"No she doesn't! She's inviting people to look! I don't like that!" He snapped. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen to retrieve my backpack. I was really not enjoying this judging of my outfit choices. Greg walked down the stairs, thankfully fully clothed. I really wished I had not seen that…. Ew… Just…. I shuddered at the thought and looked up at my twin.

"Have you seen my bag?" I asked, shoving the thoughts from my mind.

"Dining room." He continued into the kitchen without even a glance. Ah, yes. I grabbed the bag and returned to the kitchen to eat. I settled next to Keithie and ate my waffles. After we finished breakfast, we all walked down to the driveway, save for Becky, who was going to ride her bike to school with Bean Lamansoff.

"Have the best last day of school my gorgeous children, I love you all!" Momma waved wildly out the window as she drove past us.

"Bye mom!" We all yelled back in unison. She drove off, leaving us in the hands of our father.