It was 9 P.M when I had a fight with my dad. It was because I got home late from school because I was helping the music teacher make sure we had all the songs for us to sing. He always thought I was out doing something I had no business doing. Ever since mom died, he hasn't been the same. And I truly think he hates me. I kept walking when Wolf like Me by TV on the Radio started playing from my cell phone. I looked to see who it was. No other than dad I let it go to voicemail. I decided to go to the coffee shop and cool off. I walked in and got the usual stare from the guy at the counter. He always stared at me. But, damn he was hot. I decided to order something so I took off my jacket and let my hair down. I had on a purple jacket, black skinny jeans, a white short sleeve shirt, and some black sneakers with some silver earrings and a silver necklace with my geek glasses and my I-Pod. I walked up to the counter. "Hello, Midnight! How are you?" he said. "I'm fine, thanks. Can I have the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please?' I asked. He smiled and said, "Coming right up!" I sighed as he walked to the back. What am I going do about Dad? I'm going to kill the guy one day. The hot guy, (which was now my nickname for him) came from the back with my hot coco and a cinnamon bun. I smiled and said, "Thanks. But, how do you know my name?" He blushed a little and replied, "Well, since you're a regular here, I already knew your name." "Oh. Well thank you for the cinnamon bun." I replied. "Your welcome and by the way, my name is Aiden." He said, put out his hand. I shook it. It felt rough in my soft hand. I let go and went to go sit down, but Aiden caught my wrist in his hand. "Uh, I wanted to know if...well, if you wanted to meet me here sometime so we can talk." I smiled and said," That sounds nice.""How about...Friday night at 8:00? Don't worry, we have more cinnamon buns." I laughed and said," Sure, see you at 8." He was still standing there as I walked to the table to get my stuff. I put on my jacket and walked to the door. I stopped in the doorway and looked over my shoulder. "I want to see you for you, not the cinnamon buns." He smiled and I walked away. I walked home to find my dad sitting in the living room waiting for me. I remembered the things he said and the anger showed on my face. I felt tears in my eyes. "Midnight, I'm so very sorry. I was angry and being stupid. Can you forgive me?" he said. I chuckled darkly as the tears ran down my face. "That used to work when I was 5 and you said I couldn't have ice cream. I'm 17 now and you think that those apologies still work?" I said. The tears started to flow swiftly now. "It's been hard on me since your mother..." He said. "Go on. Finish it, I dare you." He didn't finish. That's when I lost control. "YOU THINK IT HASN'T BEEN HARD ON ME SINCE MOM DIED? I AM DEAD INSIDE WITHOUT HER AROUND! AND ALL YOU EVER DO IS MOPE AROUND AND WANT ME TO DO EVERYTHING! WELL, I HATE THIS! I SWEAR IF I EVER LEAVE THIS HOUSE, I WILL NEVER COME BACK!" And with that I ran up the stairs. I hoped that something would happen. Getting kidnapped, anything that will keep me from feeling like this. But, what happened is the last thing I had expected.