The drive to New England was... Exhilarating to say the least, Amber and I chatted all the way and made even better friends than we were. I have to say, I was surprised when she asked me to come with her to see her dad and on an away weekend too with her two other sisters.

I meet her not long after she moved in with the old smith, down the road from my house. I say old smith but he wasn't older than my father, maybe his late forties. For quite some time it was the major gossip of our small town, everyone wondered how much a greedy man scored a beautiful eighteen year old girl, not to mention why she would be with him. Nonetheless it never occurred to me to ask her, it wasn't my business what she did and the first time we meet she was a perfect sweetheart to me. Who was I to judge, having committed faults of my own?

After running into each other one rainy day and chatting, we promised to meet again, and we were as close as sisters in a short period of time.

I was younger than Amber, being nearly 15 while she had nearly four years and a whole hot body on me, but everyone used to say that my soul was older than my body and with being able to use both sides to myself well, we go on quickly.

The engine of our shirt car groaned and was quickly followed by Amber's growl; the car had kept on breaking on our drive constantly. It was useless; especially since neither one of us knew all that much about this make or model. Anyhow as our drive came short and the long drive way to the lake house finished, Amber hastily got out of the car and slammed the door saying something along the lines of it being shit.

She turned towards a small group of men coming up the hill, they were laughing, joking and dancing - though it was more like trying to dance, it as a sight to make you turn red from laughing. I couldn't tell which one was her father, from her descriptions I'd say it wasn't one of them; he looked like one of them but the guy had hippy clothes on and a badly placed taupe, she said he was tall but this guy was short, my height.

Soon it came clear that it was the hippy when she greeted him and all of the other guys pointed to themselves in question, quite a funny sight. I sat in the car trying to sniff a laugh when he came closer and hugged Amber, the look on her face was hilarious. When he stepped back and she explain who old smith was I decided to step out.

I shut the car door and cleared my throat, "Hello." I say stepping around the hood.

The short man looks me over and turns back to Amber, "And who is this?" He asks gesturing to me with a nod of his head.

"Oh, that's Paloma, my best friend. I brought her with me, hope you don't mind." She answered nonchalantly already knowing it wouldn't be and went back under the hood. "Dad meet Paloma Monae, Paloma meet my dad."

"Well… em.. It's nice to meet you but would you mind showing me to the ladies room? It's been quite a long drive…" I ask kind of awkwardly.

The small man nodded and started to lead the way into an amazing looking house, it was a typical all-American house and I wanted it, not to mention that the location of it was pretty nice too! I mean it was a lake in the back yard basically.

I peed and went to go back outside to figure out what is the plan for the day with Amber when I bumped into something, or more like someone.

"Oh, I am so sor-"

"Who the hell are you?"

AN: I've hand this laying around on my laptop so I thought why not uploaded it, shall I bother with writing more?