A redheaded girl blew a strand of bright red hair out of eyes. She brushed the single braid in her hair behind her ear before continuing with the heavy box in her arms. "Can't they just keep you in one place, dad?" she asked her father as she entered her "new" home. She had lived her before, but had moved away when she was 10 due to her father getting transferred in his job. "Yeah dad. Why couldn't we stayed here at first?" one of her older brothers, Miles, stated.

Their father came down from the stairs of the second floor and shrugged at his children. "Ellen, go bring the rest of those boxes to your room. You to Miles and Oliver." Her father said, speaking to both Ellen and her older twin brothers. Huffing, with two of the lighter boxes, she walked up the steps following the two identical redheads in front of her. She set the boxes down in her room, which was barely anywhere near completed.

Ellen smiled a little, she remembered the house to well. Everything that went on in here, the neighborhood, her childhood friend. How is he anyway? Ellen thought to herself. Ellen shook her head, her mane of red hair flew a bit before running down the stairs and taking the last box of her items. "HEY! DAD! ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME PUT TOGETHER MY BED OR WHAT!?" she yelled from her room. Her father walked to her room, and sighed. "What? My bed has my drawers and I can't put away my things until you help me set up my shelves and drawers." She told her father who agreed nonetheless.

So, the two began to build her room. They had started in the early morning and finished in early noon. "Thanks dad," she thanked her father. "You're welcome. I got to go help your mother before she runs in here and yells," her father replied. She watched her father leave to his room before finishing unpacking.

After two hours of clothing and other items. She finished, her walls were a plain white with few posters of bands. Her bed sheets were purple stripes in different shades with some white. She had a lamp, her laptop (which rested on her bed), her father would put TVs up the next day. Tired, she flopped on her bed, she knew she would have to unpack some other things, but working so determined to get her room up in one day was tiring.

Her face was down to the pillow, her legs and arms sprawled all over the bed. She was actually comfy until she had to move her head for air. She flopped over, now looking at the ceiling which was blank. "Ellie!" she heard her mother call. Groaning, she got up from her comfy bed, opened her door and walked down the stairs to where her mother was waiting for her.

"Yes mum?" she asked her mother. "Either help us unpack or go outside. Your brothers are out and probably are running to the park or something. It's best if you follow them so they won't mess with anyone," her mother frowned. "Sure," Ellen agreed, her mother smiled slightly, "Hey mum! We're going!" yelled Oliver and Miles, grabbing onto Ellen's arms and running out of the house. "Guys! Let me walk correctly!" she yelled, annoyed. Her brothers let go of her arms and she walked in the middle of them.

Somehow, the three had gotten separated. She soon found herself wondering to the back-top, she had seen someone there as she passed with her brothers that looked familiar. She watched him and the boy play basketball for awhile before realizing who it is. She smiled widely, ran and tackled the blond boy to the ground, looking like a wild wurr of red. "What the!" Noah's friend had yelled, staring at Ellen who probably looked insane.

Noah stared at the redhead female, a look of confusion. Ellen frowned, "Oh come on! It's only been six years! You don't remeber me, seriously? It's me, Firetruck, Redhead, Ellie and all other pet names." She said frowning at the boy. Noah suddenly got a very happy look on his face. "Ellen?" he questioned. "How many other redheads do you know? Other then my family.." She told him, standing only to be bear hugged. "Noah.. I can't really breath... You're crushing the redhead here.." Her voice trailed off as she gasped for breath.

He finally let the girl go. "You finally got braces?" he asked. "Yeah, hate them. Hurts like freaking hell even after the pain is gone from getting them tightened," she said before smiling broadly to show them off. "I'm right here and I'm confused," the unknown boy to Ellen spoke up. Ellen looked at him, and she had to be honest with herself, he was very attractive.

She stuck her hand out. "I'm Ellen Flanagan. I'm a childhood friend of Noah, moved away when I was about 10 'cause of dad's job," she introduced herself. "I'm Rex Salazar, current best friend of the blond boy you just tackled." Rex introduced himself, shaking the girls hand. She smiled, before turning her head to the sound of choursed screams and laughter. She frowned seeing two twins run towards her, then past her, "Miles and Oliver?" Noah asked, she nodded, she then explained to Rex who they were.

The three just talked, for Rex and Ellen, they got to know each other while Noah and Ellen caught up. Ellen was annoyed when she was dragged by the twins. "See ya!" she had to call over her shoulder, waving at the two males before jogging off to catch up with her brothers. "You never told me that you had a friend. Who was a girl. Who is kinda cute." Rex told Noah, "You never asked," was all he replied.