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Rachel Roth's Point of View

I heard someone coming from behind me and it sounded like lighter footsteps than my brother's. My suspicion was confirmed when I heard him clear his voice. "So, I never got your name earlier. Oh and, ah, don't worry; all of your stuff is on the boat."

Without turning around I mumbled a weak thanks that I was sure he would barley be able to hear. I was about to tell him to go away when he walked in front of me, forcing me to look at him. Now that he was closer, I had to admit that he was attractive. From his messy blond hair and strong bone structure, he had it all. But all that didn't matter to me at the moment because he was so close that I had to crane my neck and bend backwards to look at him.

"Can I please know your name? Or is that classified information?"

"You never told me yours."

"You already know my name." That just ticked me off more, yes I did know his name but he didn't have to call me on it.

"Fine, let's do this again." Against my better judgment I held out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Rachel Roth, and you are?"

He smiled a goofy grin and grabbed the hand that I had held out to him. "Gar Logan, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm going to be your next door neighbor for the summer, so if you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

I nodded even though I was sure I never would. I didn't want to say anything at the moment because I was sure it would come out a garbled mess. All I could concentrate on was the way his big, calloused hand was over mine and how even though it was so big it still seemed to be gentle with me.

Quickly I let go of his hand only after one shake and cleared my throat in hopes it would make me be able to talk again. "How long of a drive is it?"

"Only about 30 minutes but I have to start driving in order to get us anywhere."

I nodded roughly and let go a sigh of relief when he went back above deck. That boy was dangerous, because he just might be the one that makes me see how happy my life could be.

Gar Logan's Point of View

The drive home was uneventful and boring. As I stayed above deck to drive the ship the Roth's were below deck with the lights turned off. I secretly wondered if their skins had ever even seen the sun for more than 10 minutes at a time. They were both so pale and there wasn't a single freckle or blemish on either one of them. That was very different than my bunch of friends and myself you all had darker skin then what we were born into, much darker skin.

I was actually kind of worried about how the introductions between the Roth's and their new neighbors would turn out. I liked to think of myself as the most social and fun of the group, except maybe for Kori, and Rachel hadn't even done so well with me.

Kori was super enthusiastic and optimistic, everything that Rachel was not. While Rachel was really quite pretty in a dark petit sort of way, Kori was pretty in the tall red head bombshell sort of way. Kori knew it and loved to flaunt it while Rachel didn't know it and purposefully hid it.

My other friend, Dick, and Kori had had a thing a while back and Victor and I could never tell if they were dating or not. They would be holding hands one day and ignoring each other the next. It might be the fact that he was totally driven only by work and school, focusing his attention only on those two things. His intentions were great but he just couldn't focus his attentions on multiple things.

Victor was my ultimate best friend. We had grown up together and he knew everything about me. He was a couple years older than I was and we were like brothers. He even lived with my Grandfather and I for a couple years when his mom get cancer and his parents had to move across the country for medical care.

When we pulled up to the dock that we shared it was late so I was surprised to see a stoked Kori with a yawning Victor and Dick behind her. She was holding what looked like a burnt apple pie and a huge out of this world smile.

"What's with the welcoming committee?" I nearly jumped out of my chair at Rachel's raspy voice.

"You scared me!"

She rolled her eyes and exhaled quickly. "How did they even know that we were coming? Did you tell them? Tell me you didn't tell them. You told them! How many people know that we are here?"

She was having a mini mini mini panic attack that I didn't know that she was capable of. I mean it wasn't full blown or even really noticeable but she was acting actually human, something that quite surprised me.

Was she running away from something or was she just really paranoid about her privacy. I was going to ask her what this rather cute reaction was all about but it came out, "ummmm, I only told them." To make matters worse I sounded rather nervous.

She let out a relived sigh and ran her hands through her hair just like I wanted to. "Okay. Sorry about that, I just really don't want people to know that I am here."

"What are you famous or something?" She let out a small smile that despite myself made me want to smile.

"Something like that." She turned around and grabbed a couple of the weirdly shape bags with a surprising amount of ease. I had lifted those things just an half an hour ago and I knew for a fact that they were heavy. Like, really heavy. Her brother came up the stairs right after she had lifted them up.

"You know, sister dearest, that you don't have to grab the heaviest ones in there?"

"Call me that again and I will kick your butt, besides I am just as strong as either one of you and I didn't carry anything before so I kind of owe you guys."

With that she pushed the plank that we used for stepping onto the dock with her foot and went out to greet the welcoming committee.

"You know you might want to close that mouth of yours."

"How the heck did that tiny girl just lift up those bags with that much ease?"

"You wouldn't know it to look at her but she is actually quite strong. She wasn't kidding when she said that she would kick my butt, she has beaten me up one more than one occasion." I looked at the tall guy standing next to me and then his tiny sister, my mouth still wide open.

Rachel was taking the pie from Kori with a forced small smile on her face and even though I couldn't hear what was going on I knew that Kori was about to give her a big hug from her body language. That would for sure not end well. Luckily her brother stepped onto the dock next with the next two heaviest bags, giving Kori a new target.

I caught up to them just as Jason and Kori started speaking. He held out his arm for a handshake and then kissed the tops of her knuckles when she took it.

"My name's Jason Roth and what is your name?"

"Kori Anders." Her voice sounded out of breath like it did when she and Dick first started going out. This was going to be interesting as Dick was standing not 10 feet away shuffling his feet awkwardly with a look or rage on his face.

"Well it is nice to meet you Kori Anders and who are your two companions?"

Victor and Dick finally stepped forward; the former clearly wishing that he was asleep in bed.

"Oh this is friends Dick and Victor. Friends Dick and Victor this is friends Rachel and Jason."

Rachel nodded when her name was spoken and mumbled a weak, "nice to meet you."

Whereas Jason just stuck out his hand to each of them like he did to Kori but instead of kissing their knuckles he just gave a strong shake.

An awkward silence was followed in till Rachel grabbed the two bags that she had been carrying, took out a key from her brother's pocket and went up to the small house. Apparently not giving a second glance to how small and worn it looks. A couple seconds later the light went on and the door was closed once again."

Dick decided to state the obvious, "Well she is an interesting character."

"Sorry about that guys, my sister just isn't a people person. Plus she has some bad stuff going on at the moment; actually she has had some bad stuff going on all her life. It isn't an excuse, its just and explanation. It was really nice to meet all of you, thanks for the help Gar. I'll be seeing you all around, night!" He was already turning around and walking away with the rest of the bags when he said the last word.

"Well that was awkward," I said. "Anyone up for hitting the hay now?"

The words hadn't even left my mouth and Victor was already walking away muttering something about crazy people. I laughed at that, he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. He had to be tired he had worked at least 2 shifts today as well as the paper we had to write.

Kori and Dick were next to walk away, whispering to each other in unidentifiable hushed tones. Everyone had already left so I was the only one to hear the loud arguing coming from next door.