A/N: i OWN NO ONE EXCEPT FOR KIMBER, HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I AM IN NO WAY CONNECTED TO OR IN CONTACT WITH ANY ONE RECOGNIZABLE IN THIS STORY. I AM MAKING NO PROFIT FROM THIS, IT IS SIMPLY FOR MY OWN PITIFUL ENJOYMENT AND PEACE F MIND WITH ALL OF THE THINGS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD AT NIGHT.

Kimber Caldone was standing in her parents kitchen with her right hip propped up against the counter drinking her mug of coffee.

She was really hoping that this next conversation would go well and wouldn't result in an argument. Here lately it seemed as though every conversation she's had with her parents, Thomas and Sara, ends in both parties getting frustrated with the other, turning the 'conversation' into an argument.

Kimber understood why they did it, she really did. They were quickly having to come to terms with the fact that she didn't need them anymore.

She had been going to cosmotology school concurrently with her local highschool, Ridgeway. She had started when she wasd a freshman, which allowed her to finish before she graduated high school.

She didn't have her cosmotology liscense, because you have to have a copy of a GED certificate or a highschool diploma, before you can take the State Board Exam. However, Bridgette, the lady that owns the local salon, has allowed Kimber to rent a booth and set up in her shop.

As long as Kinber wears her cosmotology school ID badge that says that she's a student, it's perfectly legal. She goes to Ridgeway up untill 12:20 p.m., then she goes to work, thanks to the work program that her school provides.

She had been at Salon Safari for about three months. That's about how long the arguments had been going on, which only seemed to prove her point.

It's not that she doesn't love or doesn't want to get along with her parents, quite the opposite. That's why she's been debating on whether or not she wants to move out.

Kimber hadn't realised that she had been staring at the 'little house' for so long that her coffee had grown cold. She just stood there taking in it's appearance. It was decorated like a tiny cottage, including the white picket fence containing a small front yard, mostly for a flower garden, and a path made out of steping-stones that lead from the gate to the steps, that lead up to the tiny front porch. It was resting, about five hundred or so yards from her parents house. While she was staring at it she began to think about how it seemed serine in all of it's loneliness, an imaginary light bulb turned on in her head, and she had decided.

The 'little house' as her family had fondly come to call it, is actually what real estate agents would call a 'Mother-In-Law' house'. It's a very small house that's included in a property with a larger house.

After unconciously deciding, she recalled several conversations between her parents, talking about renting the 'little house' out pretty soon. As all of this dawned on her, a smile began to spread across her face.

As she was rinsing out her mug, she heard some one enter the kitchen. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her little brother, Eric, running around looking for something. "Hey Worm. What'cha up to?"

He stopped and looked at her before he started looking around again. "Have you seen my bag? Urg I need my bag!"

"What you need is a brain." Kimber indicated with a nod of her head. "I think I saw it behind the breakfast table, you might have better luck checking there." He grabbed it and ran out the door.

Shaking her head, she turned back to what she was doing. A couple of seconds later, she heard a noise behid her. "What'd you forget Worm?"

"He already caught the bus."

Jumping, Kimber turned at her father's unexpected voice. "Oh sorry Daddy. I thought you were Eric."

Thomas Caldone nodded his head in understanding. "That's okay. I'm surprised that you aren't already headed to school."

"Yeah, well, there was something I want to talk to you and Mom about, so I thought I'd wait."

She watched as her Dad took down a mug from the cabinet and filled it will coffee, before he sat down at the breakfast table. "Okay Peanut, shoot."

"I'd really like to talk with you and mom together...nothing bad's happened, I'm not pregnant or anything. I just want us all to talk. I mean we haven't seemed to really be able to do that here lately."

Kimber could see a look of relief cross her father's face momentarily. "Sara, come on down Kim wants to talk to us about something."

A few moments later, her mother came strolling into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee before joining her husband at the breakfast table. Her father looked questioningly at her. "Now shoot?"

"Well I mean I just wanted to talk to you guys about something, I know that we haven't really been able to do that here lately. When we do talk, we just end up in a fight and I don't think that either of you like that any more than I do. I mean, we never used to fight like that. You have both been so supportive of me and my choices. I just don't want things to get to the point to where, we can't be in the same room without an argument breaking out."

She raised her hand up when her mother tried to start talking. " I'm not trying to start a fight or saying that anyone does this on purpose. You guys are great parents. You've done everything for Eric and I. I mean you've taken great care of us our whole lives, but now I think that it's time that I start taking care of myself. You guys have gave me the best start in life that you can. I've actually been looking at a place. It's small , but it's perfect for me."

She could see that her mother's eye's were quickly filling up with tears, before her mom ducked her head. Her father just seemed to be focusing on the clock on the other side of the kitchen. Untill he nodded and spoke. "I think our main concern was the move away part."

Kimber could feel that smile break out accross her face. "Just because I feel like I need to move out, doesn't mean that I want to move away from you guys."

This seemed to get their attention. Her mother looked up at her, while her dad just continued to stare at her. "Yeah it's really close to here. You can actually see it from the window, by the sink."

Thomas just looked at her." The only thing you can see from that window is the little house."

Kimber just continued to smile at him as she raised her eyebrows as if to say; 'duh dad.' She began to laugh as realization dawned on him. "You guys said not to long ago that you were wanting to rent it out. Well draw up a that contract! I want to be just like any other tenant. You guys said you wanted one seventy five a month for it, including lights, sewage, trash and water. I know that I can have that every month. Do you guys think that we can do that?"

After they had ironed out the details and they had wrote out a contract that would get typed up later. Kimber tossed her bag into the passenger side of her 1989 Jeep Wagoneer and headed to Ridgeway Highschool. She had decided that after school, she was going to the closest electronics department, which was only the closest walmart, to get a laptop.

Upon parking in an available space, she looked at her watch and realised that she was still early. So she called the local phone company to get them to set up her internet service this same afternoon.

MEAN WHILE IN L.A.

It had been weeks since the divorce had been finalized and Perla had left. Thankfully they were able to still stay as closer friends than one would consider their best friend,not just for London and Cash's benefit, and had decided to settle for joint custody. Perla had arranged a visitation schedule of a trade of every two weeks. Thankfuly the judge had agreed to it as well. Perla had found a house that was still inside the kids' school district so that the boys could still go to the same school. They really didn't want them to have to bounce around from school to school the way that some of London's friends have to do.

Slash had already cleaned the den, the kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room, the game room, the guest rooms, the boys' rooms the loft, and all of his guitars and eguipment.

He had plopped down on the couch a few moments ago and unknowingly started to stare at the reflective, black, blank telivision screen. "I'm bored as sin. What to do? What to do?" Glancing at the coffee table, he saw his laptop. "Why not? Haven't been on in awhile."

After letting it boot up and starting internet explorer, he signed onto the Facebook page that he shared with Perla. Which probably should change, just because they had ended on good terms, doesn't mean that he wanted to see anything that she had to say reguarding her personal life. They had also agreed that they were going to keep the divorce quiet untill the need to put it out in the open arose.

That being said, he signed out of the Facebook page and began to create a new one.

A/N: Okay, I know that it's kind of short, but I just wanted to get the 'back stories' out there so that I could move forward with the story.