I wake up to the alarm going off. I smash my hand down on the machien a little too hard. Let's say I need a new one. I sit up, strech, and get out. Ten mitutes later, I'm ready to go downstairs. I head strieght for the kitchen and get out the frying pan. Getting the eggs cracked and in the pan, I begin to cook. I may not be very good, but, who else is supposed to cook? The five-year-old super genius? The nine-year-old bombs expert? The eleven-year-old code-cracking fashonita? The fourteen-year-old blind? The fourteen-year-old invisable? The fourteen-year-old could-be-a-model? My best bets the blind. Just saying.

He's really not that bad at cooking, well, really good. Cameron knows best. I would never trust Breckin with the oven, seeing as he could make it blow up. Rosalie is to young, obviously. Ally would never think twice about it. Ben ( 3) eats anything, so, he would mess it up. As for James, no, well I don't know really.

I turn to get a wooden, but instead, I get a miny heart-attack from Ben. Also, a sweet little kiss. I swear he wasn't there before and I didn't hear him either. See what I mean when I say INVISABLE. He appears out of NOWHERE.

"Jezz! Could you not do that?" I screech.

"What? Blinking?" He asks, smirking.

"Ugh! You know what I mean." I say, pressing my body against his, peacking him on his cheek.

"Am I interrupting anything?" James asks, walking over to the fridge.

"Uh, Ben was just helping me cook some breakfast." I feel the tension in the air, "Thanks Ben."

See, the thing is Ben and James are competing over who will win my heart. Ben and I are together right now and James just won't get over that. I love Ben and not James, I don't think I should draw it out for him, but, maybe I have to. Huh. Boys have brian damage when it comes to girls.

James glares at Ben and leaves the room. I push up against Ben and we kiss again. He wraps himself around me and I do the same. I just can't resist him, it's just too much to even try. I never would have thought for a second what was soon going to happen. And neither would you.