The Next Day—6:00 AM

"Great, school again." Lana muttered as she got out of her bed and walked over to the bathroom that was near her room, and "forgot" to close the door and "forgot" that she set her iPod on the doc to play any song at the maximum volume when she woke up. Good thing her mom was used to it by now since she knew that Lana loved to listen to her music loud—but Wade wasn't used to it—and boy was his pissed.

"I'm just not myself today. I've been thinking way to hard, my cigarette burns down so fast, is nothing permanent? I've been trying to figure out your love is like what it's about…" Lana was about to go to the chorus to the song Styrofoam by Ke$ha when there was a loud knock on the door. "Ian." Lana started. "There's a bathroom downstairs, and there a few words called ." Lana said as she continued to straighten her hair.

"I'm not that Ian character that you're saying." The person replied with a British accent. Step one successful. Time for step two. Lana put her straightner down on the toilet seat, opened the door to see Wade about to punch something in a few minutes. "What do you want?" Lana asked.

Seeming to hear the kid through the loud music, Wade asked, "First, can you just turn off that music?"

"Fine, whatever." Lana said as she walked into her room and shut off her iPod, took it out of the doc, put the headphones in the jac and tossed the electronic device on the bed, then walked back into the bathroom and asked, "If that was you wanted to say, you got your wish, happy? Good." Lana said then went to close the bathroom door, but couldn't close it all the way because Wade's foot was in the way. Lana re-opened the door and asked, "Seriously, what do you want?"

"Do you seriously love waking up everyone in the house with the loudness of whatever you listen to?" Wade asked.

"For your apparent information, everyone in this house is used for me to listen to loud music, now if you excuse me." Lana said as she pushed Wade's foot enough for her to close the bathroom door all the way so that she could continue to straighten her hair.

.x.

Few moments later, Lana was dressed in a 3/4 dress-type shirt, plaid kilt which ended about to her mid-thigh, navy blue tights and black flats and she was currently in the kitchen having her morning breakfast of a bowl of fruit as she was sitting across her mother, who was having two toasts and yogurt.

"Where's Ian?" Lana asked.

"Already at school Lana." Joanna replied.

"Oh." Lana replied, still continuing to eat her fruit, then heard her phone vibrate on the table.

"Tell whoever that is, you'll text later." Joanna said.

"Mom—you always let me text whoever it is during breakfast." Lana said.

"Starting now, you'll leave your social life out of this house." Joanna said.

"Ugh fine." Lana said as she slammed her phone on the table.

"Watch where your putting that thing young lady." Joanna said.

"So what, it's my phone, it's not like it's the key to the city or something." Lana said as she got up from her spot and put the bowl in the sink. "Am I still getting a ride to school?"

"Yes." Joanna said non-enthusiastically. "Why aren't you taking the bus like a normal kid?"

"Uh I am normal." Lana said as she turned around and faced her mother. "Blame Mia, she doesn't wanna face her ex boyfriend every day and decided that me and her should get a ride to and from school." Lana said.

"Fine, if your precious friend says so." Joanna said, as she walked to the living room and got her flip flops on.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Lana asked.

"What?" Joanna asked.

"It's freaking fall." Lana said. "You'll freeze your toes off."

"You're wearing a skirt, you'll freeze your legs off." Joanna said.

"First off Mom, it's called a kilt, not a skirt, get it right and second of all you're the one who told me to wear these stinking tights whenever I wanna wear the kilt." Lana said.

"Where's your cardigan?" Joanna asked.

"In my bag." Lana said as her and Joanna walked out of the house.

"Since of the whole weekend deal, Wade's picking you up Friday after school." Joanna said.

"Is he even going to find the school in general?" Lana asked.

"Well I'll tell him where it is." Joanna asked.

Lana rolled her eyes as she got inside the passenger side of the vehicle, put her iPod on and blared the song that she last played.