Cece's POV

I groan as my phone beeps and I read the message. "What is it Cece?" My best friend, Rocky, asks and I sigh. "My cousin just texted me and asked if she and a friend could stay while they go to our school for awhile," I say and Rocky looks at me confused. "That doesn't sound so bad, so why did you groan?" She asks and I roll my eyes. "You've never met my cousin! She's a total nerd! All she does is study and read! She doesn't like to shop, or where cute clothes or make up, and she's never had a boyfriend! She doesn't even like boys, not after her father cheated on her mom," I say and Rocky looks sad.

"Cece, be nice. If your parents split up because your dad cheated on your mom, wouldn't you have a bad history with boys after that?" "No way! Boys are awesome!" I say and Rocky rolls her eyes. "Of course you would! And as for the studying and reading, maybe she just wants to work hard to get somewhere in life, and she just likes reading. That's not that bad," Rocky says and I shake my head. "No, you've never met Maka. She makes studying a compition! Studying! And she wears her hair in these annoying pigtails!" I scrunch up my nose and Rocky shakes her head at me. "She sounds cute!" "Trust me, she's not when she's throwing temper tantrums," I say and Rocky glares at me.

"What should I tell her? Ooh! Should I tell her that, we moved to Mexico because we're on the run from the police?" I ask and Rocky sighs. "No Cece. Tell her that she can stay with you," Rocky says and Cece groans. "But I don't wanna!" I whine and Rocky glares at me. "Just do it!" She snaps and I roll my eyes. "But I haven't asked my mom yet," I say and Rocky narrows her eyes. Suddenly, the front door opens and my mom walks in. "Hey Rocky, hey Cece," She says as she closes the door. "Go on Cece, ask her," Rocky says and my mom stops and stares at us suspiciously. "Ask me what?" "Go on Cece," Rocky nags and I groan.

"Fine! Mom, Maka wanted to know if she and a friend could stay with us for awhile while they go to school with us. There, I asked!" Mom looked surprised. "Oh. Yeah, sure! Of course she can! I love Maka!" She says, walking into the kitchen. Flynn runs out and stops behind the couch. "What's going on?" He asks and I turn to look at him. "Maka and a friend are going to be staying with us for awhile," I tell him and he makes a face. "Meh, Maka isn't so bad, it's just so annoying that she always has to have a book!" He groans, walking back to his room. "Tell me about it," I mutter, as I text Maka back.