Okay so first off, this is my first FF here. I've written stuff. Just never really posted anything. Why? Because all of it sucked. Anyways, this is something that had been bugging me for a couple of weeks now, so I decided to just try it out on you guys. It might be a bit dull in the beginning, I promise that it will get WAY better in later chapters. So me, my little sister and my mom had this HUGE movie weekened where we watched every single movie we own and some on tv. The best ones that I loved the most stuck in my head and twisted themselves into this weird random story. This is what happens when I mix The Game Plan, Mamma Mia!, The Parent Trap, Hannah Montana and Charmed...Not all of the plots are going to show up in the story, just certain aspects of each movie and/or tv show.

Disclaimer: I DON'T own Charmed, Hannah Montana, Mamma Mia!, The Game Plan, or The Parent Trap. Everything belongs to their rightful owners. I'm just borrowing them to satisfy my need to twist thing up. Oh and I also don't own the first three lines of this chapter. They are lyrics from different songs that I was listening to.


Chapter 1: Freaking Blue's Clues

Sam's POV

Life's what you make it, so let's make it right!

Don't stop believing,

There's a cruel, cruel world for you little boys and girls, and there's mean nasty people that want you for there supper, but if you follow me we can all be free,

Ugh! Writing songs is harder than I ever imagined it would be. I don't know how Hannah Montana did it, but this is starting to make my head hurt. Every time I try to think of some form of musical lyrics all that comes to mind are songs that have already been written. Not that they're not good, but really I need something original. It's a Sunday morning here in New York City and all I can do is sit here in my room, at my desk, staring at a bunch of crumpled pieces of papers on the floor.

Let's back up a bit. My name is Samantha Ariana Harley. I'm 15 years old. I live in New York City with my amazing mother, my awesome nanny Maggie, our bodyguard Joe, and my lovable dogs Razzy (short for Rasmussen), Rae (Ray of sunshine), Ernie, B-dog and Bella (Bellatrix). I know, weird names for dogs, but some of them resemble their names the others have the misfortune of having me as their owner. I love reading books on vampires and werewolves, stuff like that.

"Where's your dad?" you ask? I don't know. Not because I lost him or he's at work or anything, but because I've never met him. My mom had me when she was 14 and her parents sent her away to live in Europe to 'protect the family's honor'; whatever that means. My mom did great for herself though. I only lived in England for a couple of years, then mom decided to move back to the states for work. See my mom is this really famous fashion designer, Gracie Lynn, yup the Gracie Lynn; though her real name is Gracelynn Harley. I don't know why she doesn't want people to know her real name. It's basically the same thing, but that's her business.

I think her secrecy stuff rubbed off on me because I don't even use my real name in public. I have a double-life too, yup just like Hannah Montana, except I'm not that girly. My wig isn't blonde. My wig is black with red highlights. The highlights change every couple of weeks though. One week they might be red, the next they might be green. I guess it really depends on my mood that week. My stage name: Skyelar Valentine. Yeah, yeah, I know, it doesn't rhyme! Well who the hell cares! Certainly not all of my fans. So yeah, that's pretty much the 411 on my life.

Now, why can't I write my own lyrics? Well I can, I'm just drawing a musical blank. I mean I have a bunch of #1 hits, but lately I can't seem to concentrate on anything, but my dad. I want to know who he is. I need to know who he is. It's not fair, that I can't meet him just because my mom has something against him. The first time I asked my mom about him she just shook her head and said that he was just a talented sperm donor; I was eight and I accepted it. Didn't really look into it that much. Lately though, I've had nothing but curiosity gnawing at my gut. I don't know why. Maybe it's because my 16th birthday is coming up or just because I want some semblance of a normal life. Whatever the reason I'm determined to find my biological father.

Anyways, like I said. I'm sitting here in my room trying to get some good lyrics for my new CD. It's already basically done, but because some pink loving twit named Princess Anne Hartley and her bonus track that just made her new album go double platinum, I'm stuck writing an awesome bonus track for my new album. I sighed for what felt like the 20th time in an hour and sat back in my desk chair. I pulled my knees up to my chest and puckered my lips.

"Okay, Sam. What can make a cool song?" I asked myself quietly. Yeah I know, I'm a freak that likes to talk to her self. The reality of it is, it really helps. Yeah it might look like I'm crazy, but at least I get things done; usually. Just not right now.

I looked over at my desk where all of my music sheets were and stared at the small, pink, glittery journal that sat there. I've been staring at it for the past three days. See it belongs to my mom. It's the diary that she kept during the year she got pregnant with me. I found it last week when my mom and I were going through some of our old stuff in the basement. I hid it here in my room so I could look at it later. I shook my head and grabbed my notepad and pencil. I looked at what I had so far and rolled my eyes. Hannah Montana, Glee, Floop. 'Ugh! This isn't working!' I thought, angrily. I looked over at the journal once more and narrowed my eyes. 'Maybe if I read the first page, I can get back to work and have this song done.' I thought as I puckered my lips. I reached out my hand slowly to pick up the book. 'Maybe, just maybe-'

"Sam! Are you in there?" my mom called out. She sounded close too. My head quickly snapped towards my door then back at the journal. She doesn't necessarily know that I have her diary. I quickly grabbed it and threw it into one of the desk drawers and faced the door, trying to look as nonchalant as could.

"Sammy? You here? I need your opinion on something." My mom finally burst into my room with a big smile on her face and a sketch pad in her hands. I looked at her and smiled. I gotta love her. She's the most amazing person in the world. Even if she wont tell me who my biological father is.

"Hey mom, what do you need?" I asked her. I think my voice sounds nervous.

"Well I've been working on this design for weeks now and I can't help but to think that there's something missing." She walked over to my bed and let flopped down onto the comfy mattress. I got up and walked over to my bed and laid down next to her, smiling. She acts like a big child some times. I looked over at her and saw that she was lying on her back, arms up above her face, examining her sketch. I moved closer to her so that my head was right next to hers and I was looking up at the sketch. It was a sketch of a red cocktail dress with shoes and a hat to match. I didn't see the problem.

"Mom it looks great. I really don't think anything's missing." I told her. She looked at me and shook her head.

"No. There is definitely something missing. Please check. I want to make this the best outfit ever." I sighed and nodded. I looked up at the sketch once more and gasped. I grabbed the pencil that she had resting on her ear and took the sketch pad from her. I started drawing a simple yet elegant necklace on the neck that went all the way down to the base of the throat and ended in tear drop shaped pendant. The middle was filled with a soon to be dark ruby red jewel. It was simple, it was bare, but it worked. I handed the sketch back to my mom and waited for her input.

"Huh, simple yet elegant, bare yet lovely. That's exactly what it needed. Thank you sweetpea!" She squealed -yes squealed- and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back.

"You're welcome." I replied. She was in a good mood. Good mood means I can get something out of her. "Hey mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure kiddo, what's up?" She turned over onto her stomach and started playing with my hair. See she isn't like most parents. She acts like a kid most of the time. Some times I have to be the adult in our relationship. What's the good thing about that, you ask? She's not strict. She let's me make my own decisions on everything.

"Will you tell me who my dad is?" I asked her. She froze.

"Absolutely not!" She yelled. I flinched back and bit my bottom lip. Okay so she let's me make decisions about everything but my father. Oh, boy.

"Mom, why not?" I asked her desperately. I needed this. I needed it. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. Yup, there goes her adult side.

"Because I said so!"

"Mom that's not fair!" I yelled. I was mad. It really wasn't fair that she kept this kind of information from me. I had a right to know.

"Samantha Ariana Harley! Do not raise your voice at me." She yelled. She looked really angry now. I should quit while I'm behind, but now I'm too heated to let this go. I was going to yell some more, but decided against it. I took a different approach.

"Mom, please. I'm old enough to know who my father is." I said softly. I wanted her to feel some form of guilt. Guilt I can use. It's my specialty.

"That's enough Sam! I'm done discussing this. As far as your father is concerned, he was a talented sperm donor. That's all; nothing more, nothing less."

With that, she grabbed her things and walked out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I took a deep breath and sighed. Fine. If that's how she wanted to play it, then so be it. I gave her one more chance to tell me and she wasted it. Now I really have no choice but to read her diary. I was somewhat apprehensive about reading it at first. That's why three days have gone past and her diary is still sitting, closed, on my desk. Well in my desk, now.

I got up from my bed and walked over to my desk, all musical thoughts forgotten. I opened the drawer where I hid her diary and pulled it out. It had a lock on it and not one of those flimsy locks that could be opened with any small key or by just yanking at the thing. This was one of those industrial locks. The ones people use to keep their most prized possessions safe and sound. Good thing I know how to pick a lock, Joe taught me.

The thing is, Maggie and Joe have practically raised me since I was two. My mom being the big fashion designer that she is, had to travel to different parts of the world. Some of which you wouldn't want your four-year-old in. So she hired Maggie to take care of me, Joe was already there. He had been my mom's bodyguard since she could remember. Yup, he was pretty old. Not old enough that he couldn't protect anyone. Just think of Joe from 'The Princess Diaries'. I always tease him because he looks just like the character. Anyway, the point is, I know how to pick a lock.

I grabbed the journal and walked into my large bathroom. Now when I say large, I mean large! It's not your typical everyday bathroom. My mom went through this weird obsession with home décor, interior design, and remodeling. She remodeled my whole room; bathroom and closet included. In the far back corner there is a huge walk in shower with glass doors. When you first walk in and turn to the left you can see the vanity mirror and the sink. That's where I have all of my hair products and make-up; I even have space for all of my 'Skyelar' stuff. On the opposite wall of the vanity there were a couple of cabinets that held some towels, my wigs, my emergency 'Skyelar' make-up and anything else that I might want to put in there. To top it all off, in the middle of the room was my bath tub. It was squared and a little bigger than a Jacuzzi, but not big enough to be a pool. It was pretty deep though. Over the top of the bathtub there are waterfall shower heads. Oh yeah, the actual toilet is all the way in the back, hidden behind another wall. It's pretty awesome. I love my bathroom more than my room and closet put together.

Anyways, I walked into the bathroom and straight to the sink. I grabbed a little white box that was sitting right next to the mirror and opened it; it was filled with hundreds of bobby pins. I took one out and opened it a bit and stuck it into the lock. I fiddled around with it for a bit until I heard the familiar click and the lock popped open. I pulled it off and opened the diary. I picked it up and stared at the first page. There was nothing in it but the words, 'Property of Gracelynn Harley' surrounded by red hearts. 'This is it. My dad is somewhere in this book.' The first couple of pages were just of her ranting about school and her best friends and stuff like that. So I flipped over a couple of pages and finally I found a clue. Yes, a clue. It's like freaking Blue's Clues up in this bathroom. So anyway, I read through it and I found this little part:

Dear Diary,

Today I met the cutest boy in the world. He ran into me on his way to football practice. He made me drop my books and he stopped and helped me pick them up. I think I'm crushing. Hehe.

'Huh, so we're crushing. Okay now just to get his name.' I thought excitedly as I continued to read through the rest of that page. 'This is going to be easy!'


Tuesday: Late Afternoon

I see your face in my mind as I drive away,

Cause none of us thought it was going to end that way,

People are people and sometimes we change our minds,

But it's killing me to see you go after all this time,

I sat on the couch in my music room, softly playing my favorite acoustic guitar, Luna. I still didn't know what to write. So I decided to just sit and play. I had a lot on my mind and I really needed to clear my head. This helped. Ever since I was little, my mom would play soft music for me when ever I was upset. At first, I was just playing, just strumming random chords. Now I found myself singing one of my old songs.

The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie,

It's the kind of ending you don't really want to see,

Cause its tragedy and it will only bring you down,

Now I don't know what to be without you around,

Yeah, I know. Sad. Sappy. I know, but I had my reasons. Young love isn't always what Disney channel tells you it is. You find the perfect person in high school, fall in love, have a little bit of fixable drama, and live happily ever after. In my short-lived love life, I've had two real boyfriends. I say 'real' because they're the only ones that were actually interested in me, not my money. And even then they both ended badly.

And we know it's never simple, never easy,

Never a clean brake, no one here to save me,

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,

And I can't breath, without you, but I have to,

Breathe, without you, but I have to,

I strummed a couple more notes and stopped. I sighed and shook my head. 'This isn't working.' I thought as I got up and put my guitar back on its stand. I turned around and examined my music room for a moment. It's been a while since I've actually been in here. You know, what with touring and just traveling with my mom. This is the first time in awhile that we've actually gotten to sit and relax in our own home.

The room was just the right size. Not too big, and not too small. It used to be our guest bedroom, but since mom remodeled the whole penthouse, we have another guest bedroom and she gave me this room just for me. When you first walk in, you see my guitar showcase. I had a small stage built facing the door. It has four stairs leading to the small stage. I don't use it for performances or anything; it's just a place to show off my guitars. Some were signed by famous people others were given to me by the special people in my life. My first guitar was Luna. My mom bought her for me when I was 5. Why? I saw 'Uptown Girls' with my mom and wanted guitars just like Molly's, that's why.

Anyway, on the right wall, was my piano station. I had my electric piano and grand piano there. On the left wall I had a sitting place. It had a black and white full loft bed frame, which is basically a bunk bed with only the top bunk. Under the top bunk, there was a white loveseat and chaise. Sitting in front of the couch was a small round coffee table. Behind the couch, in a little corner, was a tall floor lamp.

It was pretty simple looking, but I loved it. It was my place to think, relax, and write. Finally, on the far right corner of the room, sat my lonely drum set. I had this crazy idea two years ago that I was going to be the greatest girl drummer in the world. That dream lasted about two weeks. My uncle Reid bought me the drums and tried to teach me how to play, but I never got the hang of it.

I sighed again as I sat back down on the couch. I had too much on my mind to think of any good lyrics now. Remember when I was reading my mom's diary and I said that it was going to be a peace of cake finding out who my father was? Well, it might not be that easy. See the more I read the more complicated it got. My mom fell in love a guy named Wyatt Halliwell, Baker High's beloved football captain, and gave it up to him. He got her pregnant and her parents sent her away. It's hard to believe that grandpa was such a jackass back then, but I guess time changes people.

She moved to New York where she had me and then her grandparents took her to live with them in England. My mom is half British, half Mexican. That's where we lived for the first four years of my life. The complication? As soon as mom left, dad fucked the first girl he met; Carly Anderson, mom's worst enemy.

Now, I know that the cliché football captain is a total slut, but this is my father we're talking about. Mom found out about their little fling after she ran away from Joe and her nanny. She somehow got back to San Francisco and went to his house. His mom let her in and she went to his room, he and Carly were half naked and making out on his bed. She was quiet the whole time. She ran out and left, went back home to New York and had me. So fast-forward to this morning, Tuesday to be exact. I spent the rest of Sunday and all of Monday reading her diary. I'm sleepy and confused as ever.

I took a deep breath and let it out. 'Well there's no point in sitting around in here. Nothing's coming to me anyway.' I thought as I stood up and walked out of my music room. I was on my way to my room until I heard someone call me.

"Samantha? Could you come in here for a second?" Maggie called out. I sighed and turned, walking into the kitchen instead. Walking in I saw Maggie at the stove making lunch I suppose.

"Maggie you called me?" I asked as I stopped in front of the kitchen island. I got some grapes from the fruit bowl and popped one into my mouth, waiting for Maggie to look at me.

"Oh there you are. I wanted to know what you wanted for dinner." She asked me. I puckered my lips and narrowed my eyes in thought. What did I want to eat? I gasped when I found my answer.

"Chicken alfredo and Mac & Cheese, please." I said with a nod. I popped another grape into my mouth and chewed slowly. "Maggie, you know can call me Sam, right?"

"Of course I do Samantha, don't be silly." She didn't look up at me at all. She was busy cutting vegetables. I smiled and shook my head. Yup, gotta love her. Maggie is the only one that ever calls me Samantha. She doesn't like calling me Sam. Why? I don't know, but it's up to her. I like to tease her just the same.

"Hey what's going on in here?" My mom said from the door frame. I jumped a little, when I heard her voice. I must be feeling really guilty. I quickly composed myself before turning to look at her.

"Nothing, we're just talking about dinner. Where have you been?" I said. I hadn't seen her all day.

"I was visiting your Aunt Rosie and Aunt Katy today. We were shopping all morning and then we got a quick bite to eat." I raised my eyebrows at the mention of my aunts. Neither aunt Rosie nor aunt Katy are blood, but they're just as much a part of our family as anyone. Rosie, Katy and my mom have been best friends since we first moved to England. I hadn't seen them since I finished my new album. That was about 8 months ago.

"You got to see aunt Rosie and aunt Katy? How are they?" I asked her curiously.

"They're good. Rosie and your uncle are going on a three-month crew next month. So we went shopping for everything they're going to need." She smiled and walked over to the fruit bowl and grabbed a banana. "Oh that reminds me. We got you a few outfits that you will love." She put enfaces on the love part, which means that it's more than a few outfits. To prove my point, Joe and Troy walked in with a bunch of shopping bags in each hand.

Troy is our other driver besides Joe along with being my adoptive older brother. He's 26, about 6 feet tall, has shaggy dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a really cute smile. Yeah, I had a little crush on him. Not in that 'I'm-going-to-stalk-him-until-he-finally-figures-out-he-loves-me' type of crush. More like a 'he's-really-yummy-to-look-at' crush. In other words, he's just my eye candy. Besides, that would be really weird considering he's my adoptive brother.

Troy has been working for us since he was 17, when I found him. Yup, little old me. See I've always been adventurous; even when I was seven. I had just run away from home. Maggie wanted me to eat vegetables and I didn't want to, so I packed a small backpack with all the candy I could carry and left. I didn't get far. Four blocks from the apartment building we live in there's a small park, that's where I went; I wanted to live with the ducks. I saw him sitting on the bench in front of the duck pond. He looked so sad...and dirty. I sat next to him and started talking to him. At first, he was kind of mean, told me to buzz off, but after a little while I wore him down and he spilled the beans to me.

His parents died a month after he turned 17. He didn't have other family who could take him in, so he packed a small duffle bag and took all the money he had saved over the years, which was a pretty decent amount, and left before child services could take him to a boy's home. He stayed in a cheap motel, looking for work, but when he ran out of money he was left out on the streets.

He looked it too. His hair was a greasy mess, his face full of dirt, his clothing was dirty and he reeked. We stayed quiet for a moment before I spoke up and told him how I had run away from home because they were being mean to me. He told me that I was being silly and that the city was no place for a little girl, especially at night. It had gotten pretty late. The sun had gone down, and the crazies were coming out to play. Then he did something that made me love him. He got up and took my hand and gently helped me up. He asked me where I lived, I told him and he walked me all the way there.

My mom was pissed to say the least. She had called the police and everything. When we got there, Troy and I explained everything. Troy was leaving when I begged my mom to let him stay. I didn't want him to leave. He was my knight in shinning armor. My savior. I couldn't let him just walk away. So mom relented and let him stay. We got him cleaned up and shaven. Gave him his own apartment and a job, he's been with us ever since. My mom fell in love with him and we ended up adopting him two years later. Now he's my overprotective big brother.

"Are all of those for me?" I asked her after I ate another grape and put the rest of them back in the bowl. She nodded and smiled, walking over to the mass pile of bags.

"Yup, I told you, it's just a couple of things, but your going to love them. Trust me."

I got up, fixed my shirt that had ridden up and walked over to the mini sea of shopping bags. I squatted next to some from Forever 21 and rummaged through the bags. I pulled out a forest green tank top. It had lace on the back, it was cute. Not too over the top. I reached into another bag and pulled out a pair of light blue jeans. They had some rips along the front. I put the clothes back into the bags and got up, walking over to another side to look at those bags. I reached into a random bag and pulled out a floral print skirt. Usually I wouldn't wear stuff like that, but I was in love with the skirt. I smiled and walked over to my mom, instantly enveloping her in a tight hug.

"Thank you mommy! I love them." I smiled when she hugged me back.

"You're welcome sweet pea. So what did you do today?" She asked as she and started pulling the clothing out of the bag and folding it. "Maggie can you help me with these?"

"I got it Mags." I walked over to the bags and started helping mom with the clothes. "I didn't do anything. I just lounged around my music room awhile."

"You still haven't found your inspiration yet?" Troy asked as he brought in the last of the bags. I looked at and frowned, shaking my head.

"No, I don't know what to write about. It's frustrating me. I spent all of my time and creativity with the whole album. I'm fried. I can't think of anything else to write." I sighed and grabbed the empty bags in front of me. I folded them and put them inside another empty bag. I liked to save bags. It's my thing.

"Why not dig through your old reject lyrics?" Troy asked as he helped pull the clothing out of some bags and folded them. At this point Joe, Troy, mom and I were all folding. Maggie was making some kind of dessert.

"They're rejects for a reason, everything on there ends with the word orange." I said, jumping up onto the kitchen island to sit. "Besides, I tried that all ready. Nothing worked. All I got was… Hey there baby, do you want an orange, did you know orange rhymes with door hinge." I sang the last part in a fun up-beat rhythm and sighed. Yeah I know it wasn't good. That's why it was in the reject box. The room was silent for a moment before the room filled with laughter. I looked up and saw that all the adults were laughing at me.

"It's not funny!" I whined. Yes, whined. I know I was acting like a little girl, but still. "I went through a whole obsession with oranges that week. Now I'm paying for it."

"Wow, kid. You've got real talent there." Troysaid. At this point he was gasping for air. That didn't prevent me from hearing the sarcasm in his voice. And I being the little kid I was stuck my tongue out at him. Which, in the end just made him laugh that much harder. Yup, that was my best friend.

"Wow, I didn't know I was still living with the little girl that found me in the park almost nine years ago."

"Blah, blah, blah." I said, mocking him. Yup, the child- fest continues. Troy quirked an eyebrow at me and narrowed his eyes. 'Uh oh. I know that look.'

"Watch it kid. You're cruisin' for a bruisin'." He said, in his perfect John Travolta voice. He was scary good.

"Oh wow and who's going to deliver this bruising? Cause I've seen you fight and you suck." I said smugly. I watched him put the folded shirt he was holding down on the table without breaking eye contact with me.

I braced myself for what he was going to do. Troy waited a second before attacking. He ran at me at full speed, I barely had time to jump off the island and run around the back of it; screaming the whole time. My mom's voice could be heard behind us yelling at us to stop running, messing around and acting like little kids. He chased after me as I ran out of the kitchen and into the living room. I ran as fast as I could, jumping over the coffee table on my way. I took a sharp turn and ran down the hall and into the entertainment room. I lost him when I took the turn (he hit his leg on the sofa).

I looked around and decided to just hide. I hid behind the door, leaving it open enough for him to just run inside without throwing the door open. A minute later he burst into the room he stopped in the middle and looked around for me. As quietly as I could manage, I walked out of my hiding spot and a few steps towards him. I smiled and kicked him on the butt before running out of the room and back down the hall, laughing.

I ran back into the living room. I thought I was winning. Usually I'm a slow runner, so I was happy when I thought I was winning. Well, happy until I heard footsteps coming up behind me. He was close, really close. Before I could do anything about it, strong arms wrapped around my torso and I was thrown over his shoulder.

"Ahhh! Put me down!" I yelled. I was hanging upside down and giggling.

"Not until you say, 'Troy is the best fighter in the world and the sexiest hunk of a brother you've ever laid your eyes on!'" I squirmed around in his arms, trying to get down from over his shoulder.

"Never!" I yelled through my giggles.

"Fine, then." He spun me around and threw me on to one of the couches in the living room. I tried to get up, but he gently but sternly, pushed me back down.

"Nu uh. You're being punished!" He started tickling my sides and I started laughing.

"S-stop, s-stop. T-t-troy." I was laughing so hard at this point. My sides are really ticklish.

"Nope not until you say it." He moved one hand up to my neck and started tickling me there. Let's put it this way, I'm ticklish everywhere. I was laughing so hard at this point that I couldn't breathe anymore. My eyes were watering already and my stomach was hurting.

"Okay, okay! I-I g-give up, I'll say it!" He stopped tickling me and smiled, waiting. I took my time catching my breath and tried to stop laughing.

"Troy," I started, taking a deep breath after that one word. I still couldn't get enough air in my lungs. "Is the best fighter in the world and the sexiest hunk of brother I've ever laid my eyes on." I finished, taking small breaths between words.

"And don't you forget it!" He said nodding triumphantly. I rolled my eyes at him, still trying to regulate my breathing.

"If you two are done playing around, can you please help us put this stuff away?" Mom said from the entrance to the and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Yes, we're done playing." I said, looking back at my mom. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Well then, come on!" With that, she was gone. Troy chuckled softly and stood up (he had been kneeling down).

"Come on kiddo, let's go help mom." He looked down at me and held out a hand to me. I took it, but didn't let him pull me up. He turned back to me and quirked an eyebrow. Silently I raised my arms out to him and waited. He rolled his eyes and sighed, but still he picked me up. Ha! I knew he loved me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his torso.

"You don't fight fair." I mumbled as I rested my head on his shoulder and he walked us into the kitchen. He chuckled softly in my ear.

"Oh you know me better than that kid, I never fight fair." He walked me all the way back to the kitchen island and sat me down. I smiled and kissed his cheek before letting go of him.

"Kk. We're here." I said, "Wait everything is already folded."

"Yes, it is. I need you two to help us put it away." She picked up a stack of clothing and disappeared. I sighed and jumped off the island. I grabbed a stack of clothing and took it to my room. All five of us had to take two trips to get everything settled in my closet.

"Okay, well I have to go down to the office, but do you guys want to do something tonight?" My mom said when we were all finished. Joe had taken Maggie to the grocery store so it was only me, mom and Troy. I nodded excitedly. We hadn't really hung out together in awhile.

"Dinner and a movie?"Troy asked. I looked over at mom and saw her nod. I smiled and nodded too.

"Okay, I have to go. I'm late, but will you two go get the movie and the food in a couple of hours?" Troy nodded and smiled.

"Yes, mother. Go, we've got everything under control." He pushed her out of the kitchen and to the front door. I followed behind them.

"Alright, alright. I'm gone. Bye!" She said as she kissed our cheeks and left. When the door closed I turned to Troy and pulled on his long sleeve.

"What?"

"Can you help me take some of the new clothes to a salvation army?"

"Why?"

"Well, it's too much. I already have a lot of clothes. I shopped while I was on tour. I don't need half of the stuff she got me. Please?" Troy sighed and nodded. I smiled and took his hand, leading him to my room.

The next couple of hours were spent laughing and playing around. We managed to finally finish separating everything and take it to the Salvation Army. After we dropped off the clothing, we went to pick up the food and the movie and went home.

Mom got home half and hour after we did. I didnt tell her that I donated half of the new clothes she gave me. She wouldnt get mad or anything, like I said, she let's me make my own decisions when it comes to my stuff and some aspects of my life. I just don't like seeing that dissapointed look on her face. It's very subtle, but I can pin point a mile away. She's my mom. I know her. She looks a little betrayed for some reason. Anyways, when Troy and I were at the video store, we were debating what movie to get. I, being the girl, wanted a romantic comedy and Troy being the guy he was, wanted to get an action movie. After twenty minutes of arguing, flipping coins and playing rock-paper-scissors, I came out on top. I won.

So we got 'Going the Distance'. I know, some people wouldnt call that a romantic comedy, but I think it's both funny and romantic. That's good enough for me. So we ended up telling Maggie not to cook and bought chinese take out instead. We put everything we needed on the coffee table, along with popcorn, drinks and a whole bunch of candy and junk food. Which didnt really help since I ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie. The last thing I remember was Troy stealing my last watermelon twizzler and someone carrying me to my room.

Okay. I finally decided to do it. I'm going to go find my dad. I woke up this morning and finished reading my mom's diary. I know most of their story, but there are still a bunch of unanswered questions ringing in my head. Like, why he moved on so quickly? Why didn't mom tell him about me? How could he not know that she was pregnant? And a whole bunch of other stuff. I have a plan and its fool-proof… Then again, you know what people say. Nothing's fool proof to a sufficiently talented fool.


Okay so here it is. The first chapter. I actually wrote two small chapters and had to combine them to make this somewhat long chapter. The other's are going to be a lot longer, I promise. I wrote a lot of this while listening to my iPod, that's how I got the lyrics in the beginning of the chapter. I said it up there, but I want to say it again... I DON'T own any of those lyrics, except the whole orange thing. That I did write. It's meant to be crappy, that's why it's in the rejected pile. So yeah, PLEASE REVIEW! It would mean a lot to me, since this is my first published fic. Don't be too harsh, just enough to be considered cunstructive. So anyway, I done with this long author's note. Go on, push that review button... you know you want to.

P.S: If you're wondering who in the world is Floop, he's a character in the first two Spy Kids movies, yes I love the Spy Kids movies. So Sue me. I'm weird and proud of it babe!