ATTENTION: I am starting another story. I will be adding to it, but not often, since my main focus is My Best Friend's Hot. Please check out my other stories (I will added to them but not often) Oliver and Miley, Lacey. Thank you. XOXOXO Lacey.

This story is for people who enjoyed My Best Friend's Hot. It is a slash story, but cleaner. This one will only be rated T. Please comment, I like to read your comments. No mean ones please.

A new school, a new family, a new town, a new state. I might as well be starting a new life. I mean that wouldn't be bad. My dad remarried, and trust me, I do not feel okay with it. His new wife, Melanie, is too perfect. She makes one of those perfect families on television look umm- not picture perfect. Melanie has two super-uber seamless children, Henry and Henrietta (name is so retarded).

Melanie is this religious freak. She has like a hundred million crosses- okay, only 85. Which is still a LOT. She wouldn't dare to miss church every Sunday. I mean the damn lady prayers before breakfast (usually around 8:00), at 10:00 o' clock, before lunch (12:00), before dinner (7:00), and right before bed (11:00). Nobody except a nun can be that religious. She even convinced Dad to become Catholic, and he did. I'm going to miss Hanukah and all my Jewish friends joking about Hanukah Harry coming to visit us.

Plus she has won like a million baking awards (no joke). I bet you Melanie has billions of recipes memorized, or maybe her famous recipes were ripped off from a cookbook.

Damn, I hate that perfect woman.

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Why does California have to be so sunny? I want to go back to Alaska. Uh, I'm going to miss all my Huskies- we use to train dog sled teams.

I also enjoyed being home schooled, regular school, not so sure of. Take a deep breath, 'cause here I go.

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"Can I help you?" A girl sassily asked. "Your like blocking my locker."

"I am SO sorry." I said moving awkwardly away from the rows of lockers.

"Your new aren't you?" There was a new found sweetness in her voice.

"Yes."

"Got a name? Mine's Demi."

"Selena."

"Hey, Selena. Mind if I show ya around, sit with you at lunch- well you could sit with me and my crew."

"Okay, that sounds great."

"Kid, don't worry. I won't steer ya wrong. And my friends aren't a bunch of weirdos."

"Okay." I said unsurely.