I watched the two of them laughing as they left the limo. Dad held her hand tight and opened the door for them. Neither caring that they were drenched from the short trip inside. I walked, more like running up to them smiling, both returned my smile with love. Mom hugged me tight. "I've missed you so much, Lillian." I hugged her back. "Mom I had to go to college sometime." Dad laughed "She wanted an empty nest and now she won't have it." He kissed my cheek and smiled. "Sorry we had to meet at Barnes and Noble but my rooms a mess and every other place on campus is…noisy."

Mom loves bookstores and dad's happy when mom is, so I knew they were in no real annoyance. "I'm gonna go get some coffee while you two talk about boys in that section over there. So I won't have to hire any hit man." I rolled my eyes and dad just laughed walking over to the coffee counter. What does he think I have a stable of men? I don't even have a boyfriend. My mom looked arms with me and headed down the book aisles. I'm the spitting image of her, the only daughter. Maybe that's why my parents and my two older brothers are so protective especially about boys. "So is there someone?" Can they not get it though their heads? "Mom there is no one, just like last month just like week ago, and just like yesterday." Mom smiled. "I think your smart feeling out the flock to find the right one." I rolled my eyes.

"Can we change the subject? Now. Please." Mom shrugged. She was still beautiful, I hated it sometimes. It's worse when your boyfriends even notice it. "Just was interested in how your doing." I laughed "Mom we talked yesterday. We talk everyday. I still have a 4.0 and still happy, nothings changed." Mom smiled.

"Your dad's probably complaining about the coffee, we better go save that poor waitress." Mom took my hand and led me to the table dad was sitting at. "Is the coffee any good, love?" Mom asked sitting down beside him. "It's horrible, and it's just regular jo. Of course no one's coffee can compare to my beautiful wife's". Mom made an awe sound and leaned over to kiss him, my first reaction was to stick out my tongue and make a gagging sound. They both stared at me. They were sickening together, completely in love and loving it.

After25 years of marriage shouldn't they be too old to think about that and be buying elaborate gifts for there grandchildren? "I need a book for lit. I'll be back when the coffees drunk and the hormones have died." Like they ever will I said laughing to myself. They both were gonna reprimand me, but I got up to quick for them to say a word.

I didn't need a book. I needed to be reminded I wasn't the only lone sole in the world. Like the other lonely people diving into books, I needed someone I could talk to. Someone who wasn't afraid to hear my inner most thoughts, not entranced by the Luthor name. But that wasn't me I'm independent and brave, at least I seem. I walked down the European works of fiction section and I guy walked right into me. "Oh god I'm so sorry." He said. I looked at him funny. "What's your name?" he asked. I admit he was cute in scruffy "I haven't shaved in a week look" but he looked like a smartass. "Ok that's the cheesiest way to get to a girl, especially a rich one, with half an I.Q." I fired back because it really hurt him walking into me. "I don't know Paris really loved it." I rolled my eyes. "I again highlight the I.Q. part." He laughed.

"Jonathan. Jonathan Chandler." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. "You already know my name." I said shaking it. "What makes you so sure?" He said giving a dumbass know it all smirk. "Ok number one lesson of going undercover reporting, don't use a back pack with your newspapers logo on it. And second you don't have dark circles from long nights studying." I turned on my heal heading back to where my parents were, royally ticked off a hot guy had to be a reporter.