"Emily."

The fifteen year old hid her smile at her youngest sister's singing coming from the other side of the room. "What is it, Kylie?" she chuckled, wrapping another piece of her dark hair around her curling iron.

Spinning around in her spot by the window, the youngest Prentiss girl grinned to Emily. "That boy is here."

Emily frowned, letting her midnight hair fall from the hot iron in her hand before scrunching it in her palm. "What boy?" If a boy came within the perimeters of the Prentiss mansion, her parents would have security kick him out so fast that he wouldn't be able to think of his own name.

"That one that always comes by before school! He's talking to Camille."

The blushing girl flicked off her curling iron as fast as she could before jumping out of her chair, running over to her bedroom window and kneeling down. Her arms crossed themselves on the warm wooden windowsill as she stared outside, watching as her two older sisters leaned against their front gate to speak to the familiar boy and his friend. "Why is he here?"

"Who cares?" Kylie laughed. "Go outside and talk to him!"

"He could be here to talk to Ri or Camille," she insisted. He couldn't possibly be here to talk to her.

The look coming from her younger sister couldn't be anymore harsh. "You're so stupid."

Emily stuck her tongue out at the now laughing teen before running out of the room, her feet quick down the stairs as she heard the other two Prentiss girls following her lead. "What do I say?"

"Just don't be stupid!"

The alabaster skinned teen let out a huff at the sound of Jordan's voice. "Well I wouldn't try to."

Jordan quickly nodded her head. "You just can't help it sometimes."

Once they were out in view of the sunlight, the eldest of the three elbowed the fourteen year old hard in the stomach. "Shut up!"

"Emily!" Adrianna grinned at her little sister from the gate, leaning back against the warming metal. "Someone came to see you."

The fifteen year old's eyes widened at the shyly smiling boy standing behind the iron gates. She gave a small wave, her lips curling at the corners when he raised his hand in return.

"Go already!"

Emily gasped as she was nudged forward by the youngest of the family before being pulled all the way across the lawn, her still developing body jerking to a stop just before the older boy. "Hi."

"Hi," he smiled. He was gorgeous. "Emily Prentiss, right?"

"Yeah, hi."

He glanced down to see the angry red marks strewn all across the girl's forearm before connecting their eyes once more. "I'm Aaron, I go to Anthony Marks High down the street."

Emily smiled up to the older teen. "I know, you were our paperboy for a while."

"Yeah," he laughed.

Moving forward from his spot behind the older boy, Derek stuck his hand through the gate. "Hi Emily, I'm Derek."

"Hi," she smiled, shaking his hand as firmly as she could. From her last cutting session in the bathroom not a week ago, she had given herself two brand new deep cups, and it was still painful to move her wrists. "It's nice to meet you."

"Aaron has told me a lot about you."

Seeing the immediate shock run across the fifteen year old's features, Aaron quickly held up his hands and shook his head. "No I haven't."

Jordan smirked from her spot with her three other sisters just a few feet away from the gate. "Wouldn't have a lot to say now, would you?"

Emily glared back at the other Prentiss girl before looking back up to the older boy. "So what are you doing here?"

"Derek and I are going out with a couple of our friends and we wanted to know if you wanted to come with."

Emily's eyes widened. "Really?"

Aaron coughed into his elbow to buy him some time on what to say next, his head nodding. "Well all of you guys, yeah." It would be way too embarrassing to only ask Emily out when he knew she wouldn't feel comfortable without the other girls in company with her.

"We'd have to ask our parents," she stated unsurely, her hands wringing before her stomach.

Kylie slouched from her spot between two of her sisters. "We never go anywhere."

The eldest of the group took a few steps forward and slapped at the middle child's back. "Or?"

Sharing a look with the older girl, Emily bit her lip. "Or we could just go?"

Aaron smiled at the small glint of happiness in the ambassadors' daughter's eyes when she and her sisters started laughing, and he stepped back to let them out of the gate. "Cool, let's go." He opened the door for the girls, hoping into the front seat with a hesitant Emily by his side. "It's not state of the art or anything, but it's safe."

The ebony haired girl clicked her seatbelt into place before looking to the older boy. "I'm all set," she nodded quickly. Her hand brushed against the seventeen year old's when she moved it too close to the gearshift, and she turned away as she pulled her curled hair back into a ponytail. In a car that wasn't a limo with a boy that wasn't from a family as wealthy as the Kennedy's?

She could get used to that.