I was sitting in this big leather chair, in the living room; with a huge 60 inch plasma screen TV I might add. I was spinning around in this chair, while I was pressing all the buttons on the side, when someone rudely interrupted my spinning by bursting in the room. Then he stopped right in front of me and stopped the chair, and it wasn't a person, it was two people, Slade and Jagger I assumed.

"Who are you, and what the blazes are you doing in my chair!" One of them yelled.

"Answer one, I'm Marissa, your cousin, I'm staying for the summer, remember? Answer two, it's not your chair. Does it have your name on it? Punk?" I said.

"Ugh, for God's sake," He picked me up, threw me on the couch, spun the chair around, and showed me a bright red stamp that read "Property of Slade Princeton" on the back of the chair.

"Oh," I chuckled nervously, "Minor detail. Oh, and one more thing," I walked right up to him, "Don't you ever, EVER touch me again. I do not like being treated like just another thing you can push around, because I'm not. If you ever do anything like that again, then I will do something three times as bad to you, let's just make that clear," I told him with a very serious tone and expression on my face, while I pronounced every single syllable.

Jagger went up to Slade and put his hand on his shoulder, "Wow, and I thought you had anger issues, maybe you should lend her some of your medicine."

I put my hand on my forehead, "Oy vey, my cousin is a drug addict."

"I'm not a drug addict, I just need some assistance with my anger," He stated.

"Drug addict," I coughed and then walked out of the room.

"I can tell already, I'm not going to like this girl," Slade told his brother, who nodded in agreement.

-Dinner (wow, big table)-

"Ok, dinner is almost ready, you have 10 minutes to prepare," Molly told me.

"Ok...," I answered. What is there to prepare for? I mean you sit there at the table, and then you wait for the food to come. I mean seriously. Do you have to mentally prepare for eating or something?

But what I didn't know is that I was supposed to get dressed up, but no one gave me that memo! So instead I sat down at the dinner table wearing a pair of jeans, and one of my saying T-shirts, that said "Good Girls Go to Heaven Bad Girls Go to Vegas" and it had a dice on it.

"So, I guess you've been to Vegas then, right?" Jagger said, noticing my shirt.

"Actually I have been to Vegas, so if that was supposed to be witty, then maybe you should check you facts, eh?" I said, which I thought was witty.

Jagger just grunted in response, ahh sweet defeat.

"We told you to get ready," Slade told me.

"Yeah, I am ready, I'm starving!" I shouted, because I was all the way at the other end of the big wooden table.

"Hey, Slade, she's like you, always hungry," Jagger joked.

Slade slapped his brother in the back of the head.

"Hey, what was that for?" Jagger yelled, while rubbing the back of his head.

"Because I felt like it!" Slade shouted.

"You didn't take your drugs did you," Jagger asked, smirking at me.

"Hey, this is fun, hey Slade, YOUR FAT!" I yelled.

Slade's face turned beet red, "This is one of those times I wish I was drunk…," He said

"So, you take drugs and you're a drunk, how dysfunctional are you?" I asked.

Jagger was trying to hold in his laughter by covering his mouth, but that had yet to hide it completely.

"You know what? I'm going to eat in my room!" Slade got up and stormed out of the room.

"Great, collect more dead thing in there," Jagger shouted after him.

"He has dying thing in his room?" I questioned, with the natural confused look on my face.

"Just don't go in there, spare yourself," Jagger responded.

"So, what do you do for a job," I inquired.

"Oh, stuff, stuff that would confuse you if I tried explaining it to you correctly," Jagger pointed out.

"I'd like to see you try. I've been confused in so many ways, I bet you couldn't find a way I haven't," I challenged.

"Ok then, well we work at…," He started.

I started playing with my mashed potatoes, making faces with it and such.

"…I mean with the stock-" He noticed I was playing with my food, "Are you even listening to me?"

"Nope," I answered.

"Ok, where did I lose you?" He said.

"At 'ok'"

"Which one?"

"The first one!" I shouted.

"Your hopeless," He walked out of the room with his food half eaten (or half not eaten), still on the table.

"Wait, am I supposed to eat alone! I don't do alone!" I yelled.

"Mmmhmm, oh and pick any room, just not by ours," Then he left.

"Wait, how do I know which one is yours?" I shouted after him.

He didn't look back, instead he just kept walking and flicked his wrist, "Trust me, you'll know."

"When the time comes, young grasshopper, you will know," I mimicked in a deep voice.

"Are you mocking me?" He turned around.

"Not a chance dude, "I answered with an innocent look on my face, well at least for me.