Shouting could be heard from the Miller household miles down the road as a frustrated mother tried to round up a wild child who would not sit still or behave for the life of him. Meanwhile, another young tyke sat on the couch of the woman's home, staying politely in his designated spot, drinking a juice box and watching the chase play out. "Just put it on!" the mother insisted. "You have to look nice!" The child ran through the kitchen, knocking things off shelves, bumping into the piles and piles of boxes that were lying around, -in the process of a move- doing everything he possibly could to get his mother away from him with that ridiculous outfit.

"I don't wanna!" he protested. Trapping the boy in the corner, his mother was finally able to snatch him up.

"You have to put it on. I don't care if you want to, you're going to put it on. It's only for the ceremony, and when we get back you can take it right off." The boy pouted still, not budging. Sighing, his mother tried a new approach. "If you put it on, I'll let you spike your hair." All it took were those few words.

"Fine..." the youngling finally agreed. Bringing him back into his room to get him dressed, Ms Miller turned to the other boy.

"You be good," she told him, "but you always are, so it shouldn't be a problem." The boy on the couch smiled, sipping what was left of his juice. In a few minutes time she returned with a very handsome lad in his suit and spiked blonde hair. She grabbed both of their hands after putting her coat on and left with them, locking the door behind her. Heading to her car, the young woman opened it up and let the boys climb inside to their respective car seats, getting into the car herself. "Are you boys ready?" she asked the both of them, smiling excitedly as she put the car into reverse.

"Yeah!" the older boy exclaimed.

"No..." the blonde pouted. His mother frowned.

"Well be excited, young man. It's not every day a young man graduates kindergarten." He could have cared less. A ten minute drive later, the three of them were getting out of the car and heading inside to take their seats. A woman met them inside with a big smile.

"Mummy!" the older boy exclaimed, running to his mother, who picked him up and gave him a big hug and kiss. The four of them made their way into the auditorium to sit down, the women making idle chit-chat as the other parents entered in as well. To neither of their surprise, Eric didn't show. They were by no means expecting him to either. It was just like any regular day.

"Excuse me," a voice came from the microphone. "Hello everyone! Good afternoon, and welcome to our kindergarten graduation! At this time could we have all our little graduates come up on stage please, to start the ceremony." The two boys raced up there, eager to graduate already. When they got to the top of the stairs, the older boy had seemed to be staring at someone. The blonde tried to get a look at who he was staring at, but wasn't able to see. Their principal started to call the names of the graduates anyhow, which distracted him. They waited for a bit for either of them to be called, since they had to go in alphabetical order.

"Oliver Melwood," she called. He went up, got his "diploma", said a little thank you speech like you were supposed to, and walked back in line. "Eddie Miller." The little blonde boy stepped forward. Most kids said thank you to their teachers and parents, but when Eddie stepped forward to receive his diploma, all he could think of to thank was his mother. "Thank you to my mother, for being twice the parent anyone could ever be." To anyone random, this would just be a cute way of saying he appreciates all that his mother does because women do a lot to raise children, but to Eddie, and his mother, it was meant to say thanks for being a dad, too.

He got back in line, waited while they called more names, and sighed. "Benjamin Reed." Ben stepped forward, all posh and happy looking, accepting his diploma and giving a rather long speech for what was meant to be five seconds or so, and returned. Eddie gave him a look, but Ben did not engage. A few more people were called and Eddie was finally able to learn who Ben had been staring at. "Piper Williamson." A girl walked up to the podium to get her diploma, did a little curtsy, gave her speech and went back to her spot as the applause from the parents came, her being the last name called. Ben was staring at her still, smiling.

"I'm gonna marry her one day," he said confidently. Eddie snickered.

"Yeah, and I'll be The Queen of England." Ben whipped around, anger on his face.

"You could never be The Queen of England," he nagged. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Well duh, I'm a boy, and American."

"No," Ben started. "You're just too ugly." And with that, Ben left the stage, returning to his mum. Jaw dropped, Eddie ran to his mother to complain, but of course she wouldn't let him explain.

"But really, mom!" he whined.

"It's okay, sweetie, it's fine. Time to go home." Eddie frowned, following his mother back to the car. He never did like Ben, even if the boy was his half-brother. Eric obviously loved him more anyways, considering he payed for Ben's mum's house, and he practically gets spoiled. Eddie on the other hand, his mother had to work down to her bones to pay for the house they had now, and the only reason they stayed in England for so long was because his mother's job was here. Well, it was, until she got a job back in America. They would be moving within the next few days into a house down there with Eddie's mother's boyfriend, whom Eddie has taken a liking to as a father figure. His mother met him a few months ago when he came to England for a business trip, so they hand't been together for too long, but it was already looking ten times better for them. Eddie wasn't going to miss England. He much rather favored the idea of going back to America. Only a few more days.

"Eddie!" his mother called from the kitchen, putting a plate on the table for him. Eddie came rushing in, sitting down at the table, and started to eat his breakfast. "Eat up, babe, we're leaving soon." Eddie was already doing so, savoring every bite. His mother smiled, eating her own breakfast when her cellphone rang. Quickly, she swallowed her food, and answered it. "Hello?" It was her boyfriend.

"Good morning," he said with a laugh over the phone. She smiled.

"Hi. We're getting ready to leave, in fact we should be out the door soon."

"Are you nervous?" She shook her head, although he couldn't see her, taking another bite of her breakfast.

"I don't think so. I've been on planes before, but it's Eddie I'm a bit worried about." The preoccupied six year old was too busy shoveling pancakes into his mouth to hear his name mentioned. His mother finished her breakfast and started washing the dishes. "But he should be fine. I just want to get there already," she confessed. The man on the other end laughed.

"And I want you to be here already. Well, I don't want to keep you, so I'll see you when you get to the airport back here, alright?"

"Alright. Love you. Bye."

"Love you too. Bye." Eddie finished his food and brought his plate over to the sink where his mom took it to wash.

"Go wash up real fast, and then we're leaving." He nodded, running to the bathroom to wash the leftover breakfast off of his face. When he returned, his mother handed him his coat and pulled hers on. Just light coats, but it was a bit rainy today. Having already packed the car last night, she scooped Eddie up -as he was still small enough to be carried- and brought him out, locking the door knowing that someone would be by to examine it or what have you. She fastened him into his seat and hopped in, pulling out of the house for the last time.

"Goodbye, house," Eddie said, waving to it through the glass. He was actually excited to leave, but sort of sad to leave the house specifically. It was the only house he'd really known, after all. But, at the same time, him and his mother were both ready for change.