Riley was slouched over at Ben's computer, tapping away, and humming the Star Wars theme song. When the doorbell rang, he ignored it and continued on one of his many computer projects he was working on.

"Ben? Are you going to answer your door?" Riley yelled out, but received no answer. He cracked his neck, and leaned back in the chair, waiting for Ben to show up. He didn't.

"Ben?" Riley tried again, before remembering that Ben had left a while ago to go grocery shopping. Riley stood up, and walked over to the front door, and yanked it open.

"What do you want?" Riley asked rudely, as he stared down at the young girl standing on the porch. The most part of her face was obscured by the oversized green hoody that encircled her. She pulled the hood back, and stared up at him, her brown eyes flashing.

"Well, is that any way to treat your little sister, Riley?" She asked him, putting a hand on her hip. Riley blinked, before taking in the fact that not only was this his youngest sister, but also the fact that she was standing beside a bulging gym bag, which she swiftly picked up and carried in with her.

"Madison, whats going on?" Riley asked her as he tagged behind her.She set her bag on the couch, and picked up the remote.

"Mad, I haven't heard from you in nearly six months. What are you doing here, and why did you bring a whole bagful of stuff with you? Ben will never let you stay here. I'm calling mom right now, tell her where you are."

As Riley walked into the kitchen to get the phone, he ran into Ben who was carrying bags of groceries. Riley grabbed a few bags, and set them on the table, before trying to sidestep Ben to reach the phone. "Scuse me, Ben. I need to use the phone." Riley told him, but Ben didn't move as he stared behind Riley. Riley didn't have to turn around to know that Ben was staring at Madison.

"Hello.." Ben told her, visibly at a loss for words. " Umm, who are you?"

"Madison Poole. Riley's little sister. You're Ben Gates, I take it. Hey, how old are you? Riley must be like twenty years younger then you. Wow, you could be his father. Creepy. Hey did you know i'm only fifteen? I'm the youngest in the family"
The whole time Madison was talking to Ben, she was staring up at him in awe.

Riley looked ready to throttle her because she was so nosy and annoying. Ben looked slightly amused at her constant chatter, but a little bit confused.

"Wait a second, Riley." Ben told him, putting a hand on his arm to get his attention. "What's your sister doing here?"

Riley glared at Madison as he tried to answer that he had no idea. "She just showed up at the door a few minutes ago. I'm calling mom. She'll know whats going on."

Ben nodded, and continued to put all the groceries away. Riley grabbed the cordless phone off the charger, and hopped up onto the counter, and dialed his mom.

"Mom? Yeah, this is Riley. Umm, I have a question. Madison just showed up and she wants to stay here. Whats going on?" He asked her. He was silent, nodding his head slightly in a few parts. Suddenly his voice broke the silence.

"What? Oh God, Mom. No way." At his outburst, both Madison and Ben looked up at him, then quickly dismissed it.

"Just one week. No more. How could you do this? ...you traitor... Mom, your such a jerk, why didn't you warn me?... Of course I wouldn't have agreed to this. Ok, this officially sucks...Yup. Bye mom."

Riley hung up the phone and slid off the counter, sulking. He was heading back to the computer, when he suddenly whirled around. Ben and Madison were waiting for him, and Ben's eyebrows were raised comically.

"My mom says Hi." He told him, before stomping off to the computer angrily. His little sister was so annoying. How could she do this to him? His mom and his sister were co-conspirators. Since when was it Riley's responsibility to babysit his kid sister Madison just because his mom was taking some cruise to Alaska? She was fifteen, surely she had friends she could crash with one of her friends for the week. Riley's one bedroom apartment was tiny, and cluttered, and full of technical gadgets. Bringing in Madison would mean actually cleaning his place, not to mention sharing space with his least-liked sibling.

Because he was wearing his headphones, he didn't hear Ben walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. Riley visibly jumped and turned around, glaring. His glare disapeared as he stared up at his best friend. Ben looked back at him, with a puzzled expression, as he pulled the headphones off Riley's ears and chucked them on the desk.

"Can we talk?" Ben asked him, pulling up a chair.