Some people asked about Sammy and Wyatt, and they're twin brothers. Sorry if I wasn't clear!

Dad knocked on the door, at least I think it was Dad.

"Baby, can I come in?" he asked.

"No!" I yelled, and threw a pillow at the door. "You married her!"

"Andy!" he yelled back. "Let me just explain!" I looked away as he opened the door and about 5 seconds later, he was on my bed. I sat up, and put my head on his shoulder, still sniffing from tears. I'm sixteen and act like a 5 year old.

"You alright?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"No." I said. "Why did you marry such a bitch?"

"She's not a bitch, honey. I bet you say things about people behind their backs too." said Dad, looking at me. "And when I first started dating her, I asked you if you wanted me to be happy. And you said yes. I didn't want to be stuck around my apartment moping."

"Fine, but I never said I liked her." I shot back.

"Alright, but you wanted me to be happy, just work with her. I'll talk to her soon." he said, kissing my cheek. "And go easy on her honey, she's pregnant."

Why did Dad have to be a lawyer!? He wins most of the arguments we have.

I looked up the ceiling, where I'd hung up some photos, so that I could see them when I sleep. It was some lacrosse stuff, since I was on my high school team, my selfies with Lexie, Morgan and Bridget, my 3 best and closest friends, and the photos with Jack. Surprisingly, he and I didn't fight a lot when we were younger, maybe towards the end, because of him leaving for college. And then the ones with Mom and Dad.

I had some from when I was a baby, some from before divorce. But it was their wedding photo which always got me sad, or happy, or mixed emotions. Today I smiled. They looked so happy, when they weren't fighting, when they could talk to each other and face each other. They had raccoon cake toppers, and they had little boxes as the vases. Aunt Nell always tells me that their relationship was very metaphorical.

I was zoning out a bit, lost in my thoughts, when Sammy pushed open the door. He was the softer one of the two.

"We had spaghetti for dinner." he said, jumping onto my bed. He always liked to curl up with me. The kiddos were the only things I liked about this marriage.

"Cool." I said. I was still a little upset.

"You're sad." said Sammy.

"I guess I am." I said.

"Is it because Mommy yelled at you?" he asked. I resisted the urge to tell him that she wasn't my mom, she was his.

"She didn't yell at me. I yelled at her." I said.

"That was mean. But Mommy was mean too." said Sammy. "Wyatt and I heard the whoooooole thing."

"Okay." I said, sitting up. "What do you want to do?"

"I was going to go play with Wyatt." he said. "But I wanted to see how you were feeling." Sammy hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. I have to say that Dad is amazing at making children.

It was around 5:00, which meant that if Jack wasn't out with his friends, he was at his dorm. I went to my computer and turned on Skype. I clicked on Jack Deeks and waited for him to pick up.

It took about 5 rings for him to answer.

"Hey, Andy. What is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Really?" I asked. "That's all you have to say? Not hi, not how are you?" I laughed.

"Mom called me a few days ago and I was also crammed with school. And I see you're at Dad's." he said. My brother was like that. He thinks that if you call the family at least once a month, you're good.

"Yep. Had some Mandy drama." I said.

"Who doesn't?" he replied. "How's break?"

"Boring. Everyone's at camp or the mall." I said. I, unlike most of my friends, didn't like the mall so much. Shopping was okay, but only if we didn't spend 10 hours looking at shoes, like my friends do.

"Aww, a Deeks doesn't like the mall. Just like Mom." said Jack. "Anyway," he said, looking probably at his watch, "They're calling us down for some meeting. Got to go." And hung up.

Hopefully he was coming for Mom's birthday. Mom's turning 49, which is kind young, since she has a 19 year old son, and 16 year old daughter. Most of my friends' moms are like, 56. So that means (sadly doing Math) that Mom had me when she was 33, and Jack when she was 30.

Jack was a surprise to them. They had a little too much fun one night and a month later, Mom started experiencing pregnancy symptoms, and there was Jack. At first, Mom was freaking out, mostly because she had no room for a baby and my parents weren't living together at the time. Mom even thought about giving him up for adoption, but she said that when she saw Jack on the ultrasound, she changed her mind. (that's between us) Badass Blye was broken and became Badass Mommy Blye.

They planned on having just one kid, that way didn't have to worry about 2.

But then I popped in. They thought that I was a boy, until I was born and I'm pretty sure that Mom didn't want to handle 2 wild sons. I just hate my name; Andrea. I was named after Mom's grandma, from her mother's side. Luckily they didn't name me Henrietta, after Hetty. I mean, not to be mean to Hetty, but it would be hard to find a nickname for me.

They first decided to name me Andrew, when they thought I was a boy, and then Andrea was decided, but it seemed too girly for Mom. So she started calling me Andy, and so did everyone else. And thank god she did.

Now onto my parents:

My parents were happy and in love for 10 years. In all of their photos together, they were either smiling, kissing or laughing. Or with us. And they always had these little inside jokes, like whenever Mom ordered a package, he would always ask her, "What's in the box?" and they'd both start laughing. I asked what it meant, but they said they'd tell me when I was older. That never happened.

And after the divorce, I asked Mom once, about what was in the box, and her face got really sad, and she asked to please never say that again, and began to cry in her room. Jack told me it was a big part of their relationship, but he had no idea what it was either.

I looked outside. It was darker outside. See, I just kind of drown in my thoughts. That's why Mom said I'd never be a good federal agent. And she started laughing a lot. Mom thinks she's funny. And sometimes she is, but she usually isn't. I have no idea how Dad put up with her.

Maybe because they were in love. Once.

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