(A/N; One thing about this story, Scarlett is the teen pregnancy baby via KC & Jenna. I'm just adding the other character's kids in. BLAH! Hope you enjoy.)

My body descends into a black pit of nothingness. Is this what it's like? Because this is hell.

My name is Scarlett Roseanne Middleton. I hate my last name. My mother has done absolutely nothing for the better of me. My father, KC, is over in war right now. During school, I live with my Grams Guthrie. But even still, I have to go to my mom's house every summer. In 2 days, that's where I'm going.

"But Grams!" I screamed.

"No butts! You have to go!" Grams roars at me. "It's not my decision, Scar."

"But I'm 16 this year. Shouldn't I have a say?"

"No, now get packing." She marches out of the room.

It's not easy leaving. Her house is horrid. I mean that in the meanest way possible. It's mostly garbage. She's not a hoarder or anything, but she just fills up her house with the most imprudent objects. A small statue of a cat, a china hut, about 700 pots of flowers, and so on.

I text my best friend, Marci Torres.

-This is bull. I don't want to see my mom.

-Maybe it will be the best for you 2.

-Yeah right, Marc. I wish I could just stay here with you and Braxton.

-I wish so too. But you know, it's not the *whole* summer. Just almost 2 months.

-Mhm. Then what? I come back for a week and BAM school? No.

-I'm sorry.

I plunge down onto my bed. "Stupid mom." I mutter. She went on Next Teen Star with me, just a fetus, in her.

When she chose to move to L.A. when I was 5, Dad wanted me to stay here. She never gave me the right amount of love. It was always half-hearted. The summer when I was 10, I told her how I won the invention convention, she said with a straight face, "That's great hon." Without even looking up from her cell phone. I try to think of more reasons why I hate her…but I drift off into sleep.

I smell the air. Grams made pancakes. She always does when we fight. I saunter down the stairs, and yawn.

"I thought you would like these." Grams gestures to the wheat pancakes with raspberries on the side.

"I'm sorry for yelling last night. It's just," I pause, "I don't like Jenna."

Grams take a sharp breath in, "Since when have you started calling her Jenna?"

"Since this morning." I eat my raspberries. "Is it ok if I go to the park with Marci and Braxton?"

"Of course darlin'."

When I finish my breakfast, I send Braxton and Marci a text,

-Park. Meet me there. ASAP. The whole day is ours.

I put on my black shorts on and my orange and pink striped t-shirt on. I curl my chest length hair so that it's springs when I move. I pop on my converse and I'm out the door.

I get a text back from Braxton.

-Sure will Miss Middleton.;)

-See you there, Mr. Goldsworthy.(:

I reach the park, and I see my dark brown haired, tall, handsome best friend. I sprint over to him and give him a huge hug.

"This sucks." I whisper.

"I agree. But nothing can change it. We still have webcams. And, you know, if I get really bored, I might fly myself down there." He laughs.

"Whatever. Don't tease me." I beam at him.

My phone vibrates; it's a text from Marci.

-My mom won't let me out because we hung out so long yesterday. I'm sorry.

I sigh. "Marci can't come. You know her mom. Always bitchy." I shake my head.

Braxton puts his hand on my shoulder. "Want to go to the river?" I smile, and nod.

When we reach the river, I sit on a giant rock and Braxton plops himself beside me.

"I'm going to miss you." He says, looking into my eyes.

I chuckle. "I'll miss you too."

"But there's something I have to say." He looks down at his hands. "We've been friends for a long time. And it's hard not to feel anything. But, I think I like you. I like, like you."

I gasp. "I didn't know. I thought you, me. What? I don't know. I, uh. Uh, I think I like you too." I babble.

He puts his arm around me. "Should we date?"

I think for a minute, "But I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't want it to start like this. We can talk about it when I get back, ok?"

Braxton puts his head down, obviously disappointed. "How about one thing?" He moves his head towards me. I know what is going to happen. I move my lips closer to his, so they collide. Kissing Braxton is pure joy. It feels so care-free and lovely. I can't even explain it.

I pull away. "You got your one thing." I smile.

"Yeah. I did." His teeth show when he grins. Something I haven't seen for a long time.

After a while of chatting, we decide it is time for us to go home. It's getting dark. The colors of violet to orange make a stunning canvas in the sky.

"I guess this is goodbye." Braxton says, holding my waist.

"It's only for the summer. It'll be ok. Remember what you told me earlier this morning?" I chuckle.

He nods, and kisses me. "I'll miss you, Scar." He embraces me.

"I'll miss you too. Just text me every day. And when you can, get on Skype, and we can talk. It's not like I'm going to stay there forever. The next school year will be the best, I assure you." I pull away from him.

He kisses me once more. "Alright. I'll be right here, waiting for you."

I smirk, "Bye Brax."

"See ya Scar." I smile at our goodbye phrases we've had since third grade. I go inside and take on last look at him before closing the door. Grams is on the couch, watching TV.

"Did you have a good day, sweetie?" She asks.

"Yep." I reply back.

"Dinner's on the table. I made your favorite." She tells me. I go into the kitchen. It's home-made spaghetti. The kind that dad used to make.

"Thanks." I yell to her. I eat it, and go up to my room. I try to finish packing without stopping to check my phone. I fail once or twice.

Today is the day. I say 'BYE' to Toronto, and 'hello' to Los Angeles.