AN: Hey all. So, this is my first story. The idea had been swimming around in my head for a while, but I never had the time/guts to write and publish it. It's still a little rough, so I hope you like it. Comments (good or bad) are appreciated and let me know what you think (or which direction it should head in). Thanks!

Click click click. A smile grew across Angie's face, as she knew what was coming next. The door gently creaked open as she sat up.

"Oh morning sweetheart! I was just coming to wake you up for school, but it seems you beat me to it." Angie's mother smiled at her as she tried to fix her earrings.

Angie laughed as her mother stared at her with an amused expression on her face. She couldn't help but look up to her mom. She was tall, beautiful with bright green eyes and dark brown hair, intelligent and right now, she was wearing a business suit.

"As usual. I'm guessing you're going somewhere, considering you're dressed up?" Angie stated/asked, trying to remember if her mother had told her and she had simply forgotten. Her mother laughed again as her dad walked through the door, smiling at his daughter, while giving his wife a kiss on the cheek.

"Angie, sometimes you're as forgetful as your father. I wonder how you two get anything accomplished with your terrible memory."

Both Angie and her father protested loudly, but her mother was clearly relishing every minute of it. Her father was equally as handsome as her mother was beautiful. He was several inches taller than her mother and had dirty blond hair, dark blue eyes, and if one was looking hard enough, they would see his pupils were rimmed with a dark hazel.

"Honey," he said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "We told you several weeks ago that we were going on our business trip, and that you would be on your own for several weeks." Oh right...she had forgotten. Ah well, can't expect everyone to be perfect all the time.

"Right right. Well, I suppose being on my own can have its upside. I mean, I could be late for school—or better yet, I could go shopping DURING school and you would never know right?" Angie smiled mischievously at both her parents, but to her dismay, they both broke out laughing and didn't stop for several minutes.

Angie knew why. She would never skip school for anything. Learning and school were things she was clearly good at and displayed a passion for and loved every minute of. Not to mention, she chose to go to university, so she found it pointless to skip something she was paying thousands of dollars a year for. Well, her parents were paying for. Her parents were fairly well off, considering her mother was a buyer for a big clothing chain and her father was CEO of a fairly big company. Being the only child left her with a lot of attention (and money) from her parents. She wasn't much of a spender though. The only thing she would actually spend money on was food, textbooks and school. Clothes weren't really her thing, but you would never know that, as her mom would constantly buy her more and more. Luckily, she lived in a fairly big mansion, so space was never an issue.

"Honey? Honey? I swear, she spends more time thinking compared to listening," said her mother as she waved her hands in the air.

"Yes, yes I heard you. Four weeks tops right? Yes I have money, and yes, I'll remember to eat while I'm studying." She often forgot to do that. Studying made her constantly zone out everything for hours.

"Yes, and don't forget, Adam will be coming over later like we told you, so make sure you come home on time, but that shouldn't be a problem," said her father as her mother fixed his tie.

Angie's head snapped up immediately. "Adam? Like when I was younger Adam? Like annoy the hell out of me Adam? Why him? Why this time? You know I can look after myself!" It was true. After all, Angie's parents went on business trips all the time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. It all depended on their schedules.

"Woah woah kiddo, slow down!" Her father came closer and sat on the edge of her bed. "It's not like we planned this sweetheart. You know we trust you! He was just coming over to visit, but due to schedule conflicts, we told him you would be on your own, and since the maids are all on vacation for a few weeks, he offered to look after you. Besides, you've never really been on your own before with all the maids in the house."

Point taken. She had forgotten the maids would be gone on vacation. Her parents planned this because they knew that with them gone and Angie studying all the time, there would be no mess that needed to be cleaned and the maids really needed a break.

"Right, well, you have a point there good sir," laughed Angie. Her mother and father both joined in as well.

How would Angie describe her family? As one small happy family. Always laughing, always loving, always perfect.

"Right, well darling, we need to go now, or we'll be late," stated her mother matter-of-factly. "The maids won't leave until you've left for school, so you should get up or you'll be late as well my dear."

Another good point.

"Alright, well you both take care and I love you both." At that, both her parents came over, said their goodbyes while hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. Yep. Perfect.

They left her room in a hurry and she lay back down, listening to the click of her mother's heel as she walked away. Looking around her room, she watched the sunlight bathe her already bright yellow walls with an almost neon glow. Another sunny day in beautiful Vancouver. Oh, how she loved living in an area that had beautiful beaches and mountains.

She got up and did her usual morning routine: shower, dress, straighten hair. She wasn't much of a mirror person, considering she knew how she looked. She had her mother's brown hair and her father's blue eyes, except hers were brighter, minus the hazel rim. She considered herself to be pretty, but not egotistically pretty. Just pretty. Plain and simple.

After dressing and grabbing her bag and ridiculously heavy calculus textbook, she set off down the hallway and stairs to the kitchen. She had to admit, her house was pretty big. Hardwood floors in the rooms but marble floors everywhere else. Several bedrooms, bathrooms and a couple of living rooms and kitchens. Grabbing a muffin and juice box, Angie ran towards the door.

"Always late for the bus," she mumbled. Yes, you heard her right. The bus. She simply loved public transit. Considering it took her over an hour to get to school, she always had plenty of time to read or do homework on the buses and trains needed to get her to school, even though her parents insisted on buying her a car. They even offered to buy her a used car, thinking the reason she didn't want one was because of how expensive they were. However, they quickly learned that she enjoyed public transit, although they never understood how anyone could enjoy that.

"Angie! Wait!" Her maid hollered from the kitchen. "I've prepared some meals that can easily be reheated when need be. They should last you for a few weeks, and I've left the phone numbers of restaurants in case you want take-out."

"Thanks, Marianne," beamed Angie. Everyone always looked out for her and she simply loved that everyone cared about her well-being. "I gotta go or I'll be late!" She yelled while running out the door.

"As per usual," sighed Marianne, rolling her eyes. "That girl needs better time management skills."

As Angie waited for the bus, her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with her parents. Adam? Why Adam? It's not that he was a bad person or anything, she just didn't take too fondly to him. Well, not just Adam, Angie didn't like most guys...or most people. Incompetence annoyed her. She disliked people who walked slowly, talked loudly, turned around suddenly in the middle of a busy street, people who asked too many questions, people who complained... Wow, a lot of things ticked her off. It's not that she was perfect, but she was always considerate of the people around her.

As the bus pulled up, Angie showed her bus driver her pass and sat down. Adam. She didn't have many guy friends, so living with one for the next four weeks would be kind of awkward. In fact, she was 21 and still hadn't had a boyfriend, or a first kiss, or any of that nonsense. Not that she didn't want it, she just never had to time to be in a relationship.

An hour later, she had finally arrived at school, with not a moment to spare and headed straight to calculus. After that, it would be inorganic chem, and her day would be over. Yup, 2 hours of school and she could leave. It didn't seem so bad, but she decided to take summer courses in order to get ahead and finish her degree quickly.

Her day passed by quickly, mostly because she found herself thinking about Adam. She was quite nervous thinking about how the next four weeks would play out. She figured she would talk to him when need be and go to her room for the rest of the time. She checked her phone 12:00pm. She'd be home by one and would then have to face him. Great.

She rolled her eyes and began her hour long trip home, pulling out a book to pass her time. She figured she would leave her calculus homework until she got home, so she would have an excuse to not talk to him.

As the bus neared her home, she felt the butterflies begin to bombard her stomach. She got off and and walked the short distance home, clearly not missing a car parked in the driveway.

"Must be his," she muttered. The butterflies felt like they were having a war in her stomach. "Damn these nerves."

Putting her book close to her face, she trudged onto the grass of her home and up the stairs. Consumed by her thoughts, Angie neglected to see the pillar of her house in front of her and collided with it. Her books and bag were strewn across the stairs.

"God damn!" She yelled, as she scrambled to her feet, picking everything up.

Just as she was about to pick up her calculus book off the ground, the door swung open. Before she could even blink, the man in her home picked up her book and just stared at her. Her eyes instantly drifted to his other hand, which held a bottle of thick, red liquid. Her mind quickly connected the dots. Blood.

"Hey Angie," he said, almost whispering. "It's been a long time."