Hello, darlings! I know I already have several stories in the works, but here's another one that I'm hoping you'll all love as much as California Girl!

Oh! I'll also be including refernce pictures with this story, and all of those will be located at the bottom of the chapter (:

There were some troubles with the pictures, but all those should be fixed now!

Please rate and review, and I hope you enjoy!~

"Oh, Riley, you're back early! I wasn't expecting you yet."

I could only stare at my mother, my emerald green eyes wide with shock.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snapped, storming into the room. I was absolutely furious.

My bedroom, once a cool black and white paradise, had been turned into something from my worst nightmares. Pastel pink paint was splattered over two of my walls, and flowery wallpaper ringed around the entire room.

"Riley, do calm down…" My mother made a move to approach me, but I jerked away from her. She looked almost guilty for a moment, but then it was gone. "I just thought that maybe if you were around more girly things, you might start acting more like the little girl I used to have."

My hands clenched into fists at my side, and my eyes narrowed to slits. "This is my room." My voice was low, dangerous. "The one place in the world that belongs entirely to me. And you have the nerve to come in here and change it because you don't like the way I look?!"

I could see tears starting to form in her eyes, but I wasn't done yet.

"This is why Dad left you, you know. Because you're a control freak who can't accept anything that's different from your sick, twisted idea of a perfect family." She visibly cringed, and I finally stopped.

"I'm calling Dad. I should have gone with him in the first place."

I shook my head roughly to try and dislodge the memory, sending my short black hair all over my face. Sighing, I combed it back into place with my fingers and resumed staring out the window.

Fluffy white clouds sailed by beneath my emerald eyes as I watched them.

It had been about a week since the fight with my mother. I had called my dad immediately after and told him that I wanted to come live with him.

You see, my parents are divorced. They have been for a couple months. I had just turned 16 when the divorce happened. My father, a flourishing chef, had wanted to start up his own Italian restaurant, but that wasn't the easiest thing to do in Italy, so he had asked Mom to get a job to help pay for the cost of starting up.

She had blatantly refused, saying that she was a housewife, not a worker, and that had been the last straw for Dad. He filed for divorce, and once everything was taken care of, he left to live his dream in Japan. I could have-should have- gone with him, but my whole life was in Italy. I knew nothing else, and I hadn't wanted to leave it all behind, even if Dad was a way better parent than Mom.

"Attention, passengers, please prepare for landing."

A loud, robotic voice came through the intercom, cutting through my thoughts. "Finally." I muttered, buckling up my seatbelt. I couldn't wait to get back on the ground.

The airport terminal was way more crowded than I had expected it would be. I was just taking out my phone to call Dad and ask where he was when something peculiar caught my eye.

A young man and woman in their early twenties were holding a sign with a name on it. Now, this wasn't an uncommon sight in an airport. What surprised me was that the name on the sign was Riley Moretti and that just so happened to be my name.

I cautiously walked up to the pair, all the while silently wondering how likely it was that there was another Riley Moretti in the same airport at the same time.

The woman noticed me and waved as I got closer. "Riley, how nice to finally meet you!" She exclaimed. "I'm Linda, and this is Jean. Your father sent us to pick you up." Upon closer inspection, the two looked very similar; Wavy brown hair and light grey eyes. Maybe they were related?

I didn't even have time to ask before Jean looked at his watch, made an irritated noise, and hustled us out of the airport and into a long black limo. Yeah, a limo.

My mind was brimming with questions and I was tempted to ask the adults in the front seat, but honestly, they kinda creeped me out. Linda was way too upbeat and happy, and Jean, well, he was just plain creepy.

It wasn't until the limo pulled up in front of a gigantic mansion that I finally asked, "Um, are you sure this is the right place?"

Linda laughed and shook her head. "Of course it is, dear! This is the one and only Moretti mansion."

I was still skeptical as I was led inside and told to wait in a large living room. That is, until a very loud barking and the heavy pounding of paws on the polished hardwood floor. My emerald eyes widened and a large grin formed on my lips. "Bane!"

The Tibetan Mastiff was barely a year old, but he was already at least 80 pounds and he took me down with ease. A slobbery dog kiss landed on my cheek and I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I've missed you, buddy."

Bane had been an early birthday present from my father; I had been in love with the dog since. He was huge, as tall as my hip and not even fully grown yet. He has soft, fluffy fur and floppy ears, black with silver on his chest, neck, legs and part of his face, and big brown puppy dog eyes. Dad had been forced to take him with him when he left, and I haven't seen him since.

"Figures he got to you before I did. I swear he knew you were coming."

"Dad!" I wriggled out from under my dog and practically leapt on my dad. He looked a lot like me, except his hair was shorter and his eyes a paler shade of green.

I may have ruined the moment, though, by hitting him on the arm. "Why the hell didn't you tell me you had a mansion?!" I demanded. He laughed. "Because I wanted to see the look on your face myself, of course!"

For a while after that we just sat and talked about everything that had happened in the past couple of months. Dad told me that when he first got to Japan, he took out a loan and bought a little hole-in-the-wall place. He turned the downstairs into a small Italian restaurant and lived upstairs.

Being the amazing chef he was, it took no time for his shop to become the most popular one in the area. He upgraded to a larger place and gained even more popularity. By that time, several wealthy businessmen had approached him and asked him to train their personal chefs, offering him huge sums of money.

He took their offers, of course, and now he happened to be one of the most wealthy men in the area and head of an amazing 5-star Italian restaurant.

Dad then proceeded to give me the grand tour of the mansion, and, well, let's just say I'm sure I'll be getting lost for a while.

We stopped at the door to the garage and Dad turned to look at me. "Riley, I've got one more surprise for you. Think of it as a 'welcome home' present."

He ushered me through the door, and my eyes grew wide as they landed on what was waiting for me.

A black and silver 1997 Harley Davidson Fatboy Chopper sat in the garage, all shiny metal and leather. "Oh. My. God! Dad! You got me my bike?! You are the best dad ever!" I ran to marvel at the beautiful machine. I'd wanted this bike for as long as I could remember.

"I had a feeling you'd like it." Dad was chuckling at me, probably because I was practically drooling over the motorcycle. "Alright, alright, you can take her for a spin first thing tomorrow. But let's finish the tour now, alright?"

I nodded, sadly separating myself from the darling vehicle that I could now call mine, and followed Dad up to the last stop on the tour- my bedroom.

It was gigantic. The walls were painted black and white with silver accents. The bed was huge, propped in one corner of the room, and there was a wonderfully large sound system against one wall. I also found that I had a walk-in closet, already packed with clothes- the ones I had brought from Italy and many, many new ones.

"Dad, don't tell me you bought all of these yourself?" I asked incredulously. Dad just smiled proudly. "Well of course I did! I know what my little girl likes to wear." To make his point, he pulled a pair of faded jeans, and white t-shirt and a leather jacket from the racks. "This is perfect for a normal day at school," He put those back and retrieved a black jean miniskirt and a white tank top, "while this is great for a day you feel like spying on people you know without them knowing it's you." He put the clothes back and flashed me a smile.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn't stop the giggles that erupted from my mouth. I nearly fell to the floor I was in such a laughing fit. "And that," I finally managed to say as I wiped tears from my eyes, "is why you're the best dad in the world."

He gave me a big hug, then, and together we went down to the main dining room for dinner. We had Dad's famous spaghetti, and when I was so full I thought I would burst, I decided to retire to my bedroom for the night.

"Riley." Dad's voice stopped me, and I turned back to look at him curiously. "Enjoy this weekend, because come Monday, you're starting at your new school, Ouran Academy."

I flashed a grin as I walked up the stairs to my room. Challenge accepted.

So what do you think so far? Let me know!

And, as promised, here are the picture refernces for this chapter. Sorry they weren't working, but hopefully I've fixed them. This site is real weird about links. Just replaces the dots with periods and they should work ^.^

Bane(Riley's dog):

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Riley's bike:

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