Hey you guys. StylishFashionista here. :) I would like to thank you all for the quick response for the new chapter. 11 reviews? That's so amazing; thank you! I'm really happy that you guys already enjoy it, even though Garrett hasn't showed up yet. XD But, I am keeping my promise. This chapter will have Garrett in it. ;) Well, and some Jarrett cuteness! ;) I'm really bad at updating this story, I know, but once Miss Miami is complete, updates will definitely be faster! :D And plus my last day of school is on Thursday, and I'm really excited! I hope you guys enjoy this chappie! We are off to reviews!

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I stirred in my sleep. I didn't feel like getting up yet; it felt like it was too early for me to get up. In my defense, I did get here really late the night before and fell asleep on the first bed I could find, but I could see the sun rising behind the curtains of the window even if my eyes were closed because of the rays of light annoying me. Groggily, I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, when I realized that my hands were being held by something.

Immediately, I thought the worst, due to what I witnessed with my parents. Was I getting kidnapped? What was going on? I still felt the bed under me, and even though that was supposed to give me solace, I was still freaking out like a five year old stuck a haunted house.

I shuffled a bit more in an attempt to get out. I was getting more worried every second that passed, but I didn't really want to show it, with the fear that they could see my worried expression on my face or in my body language. So I closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep and shuffling around unconsciously.

However, when I felt a guy's chest on my back, I just had to flip myself over to see what the heck was going on.

I opened my eyes to see a guy who looked my age holding onto me as if his life depended on it. He was adorable, to say the least. He had curly brown hair and cute little dimples on his cheeks. He looked absolutely adorable when he was asleep. And now, I couldn't wait to see him when he was awake...

I smiled to myself as I snuggled more into him. He unconsciously did the same, holding me even tighter than before. I found myself smiling even wider as my eyes started to droop and I found myself getting tired again. I just felt like I fit perfectly into him; it was like we were two puzzle pieces that went together. And I just loved that feeling.

A few seconds before I was going to fall back to sleep, I heard a voice boom through the room.

"Rise and shine, Garr- Woah, what the heck is going on in here?!"

The boy, which was Garrett apparently, jolted up, and I immediately felt like something was missing. Oh, right, him. I sat up as well, shifting my gaze from Garrett and his father. Oh. Oops.

We both looked at each other and said in unison, "It's not what it looks like."

His dad laughed and said, "I would hope not."

We chuckled awkwardly before the room fell into silence. I looked at Garrett's dad and Garrett again. They did look like they were related; they had the exact same blue eyes and the same cheekbones. My gaze then fell on Garrett. He was darn-right attractive. Luck - or better said, life - definitely wasn't on my side. The one guy that I thought was super fine was actually the guy I was not allowed to date. How ironic was that?

"Let's just forget that this ever happened," Garrett's dad said.

Garrett and I both nodded in agreement. "Agreed," we said in unison once again. We then both looked at each other for the first time, his sapphire blue eyes meeting my caramel brown ones. The feeling I got when that happened was indescribable. I could see guilt brimming his eyes, but I decided not to look too much into it.

Garrett's dad said goodbye to us, and we waved and said goodbye. We both then sat on the bed in complete - and awkward - silence. I decided to get up and leave the room, but he stopped me.

"Hey," he said. I turned around to see him giving me a questioning look, but I also saw a faint smile form on his face. "What's your name?"

"Jasmine," I told him, letting myself smile as well.

"Like the flower?" he asked; I nodded. "That's really cool. Plus, it's a pretty name."

I bit the inside of the cheek to prevent myself from blushing. "Thank you," I said politely. "I like your name too."

"Thank you," he said. "I honestly don't even know why my parents named me Garrett; they just did. It was my mom's idea, but besides that, I don't know why."

I laughed. "That's nice. Why didn't you ask them?"

He shrugged and responded with, "I don't know. I guess I never got to it."

However, his look told me that he didn't really want to know. What happened with his mother? I really didn't want to push it, so I pushed my curiosity to the side and ignored it. I grabbed the doorknob to leave, but he stopped me again.

"Oh, Jasmine, I really don't want to sound rude or anything, but why are you here?" Garrett asked me.

I motioned to the door and said, "Your father."

Garrett nodded, not asking me anything anymore. "Okay. How long are you staying?"

I shrugged. Probably forever, I thought. But, instead, I tried to be oblivious. "I have no clue."

"Okay," he said. "You can go now. I'm sorry for holding you up."

I laughed and said, "It's fine. It's a privilege to be held up by a cute boy like you."

Immediately, I covered my mouth and went outside, blushing really hard. I sneaked a peek at Garrett; he was blushing and biting his lip as well. Aww, I thought. He looked so cute when he was flustered.

I walked downstairs and saw Garrett's dad cooking. He was cooking pancakes. I smiled at him and sat down on a chair.

"Hey Jasmine," he smiled at me.

"Hi there," I said to him.

He went back to the pancakes and asked me, "Why were you in Garrett's room in the first place?"

"I didn't know which room to sleep in, so I kind of guessed," I explained. "I guess I ended up choosing Garrett's. I'm sorry for that. I was just too tired to realize that he was sleeping there. I understand if you're mad at me; I'm sorry."

He stayed stoic for a while, which kind of scared me. I would of preferred an automatic response than a delayed one. A delayed one kept me guessing; was he really mad at me or not? The suspense was killing me; at least I would of already knew the answer with an automatic response.

But then he laughed, and I sighed in relief as he did. "I guess that means it was my fault," he stated. "I am really sorry then."

I forced out a laugh and said, "That isn't necessary."

Garrett came downstairs and sat at the chair next to me. "Ooh, pancakes!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. "Are they done yet?"

Garrett's dad nodded. "Mmhmm." He threw a plate filled with fluffy, square-shaped pancakes in between Garrett and I. "Enjoy you two!"

"Thank you!" I said as Garrett and I grabbed a pancake. I took a bite out of it. It wasn't bad, but my mom could make better pancakes. But oh well. I would eat whatever I was given.

We ate in silence. Garrett's father was writing something down on a piece of paper with a feather and black ink instead of eating like Garrett and I were. Was he even hungry? I wondered to myself as I took another bite out of the petite square-shaped pancake. I took at least five of the pancakes, while Garrett finished the rest. Maybe the pancakes weren't as bad as I thought they were...

When I finished eating, Garrett told me to pass him my plate. He then cleaned it with a rag. I watched in amazement. He didn't mind cleaning? I thought. Unless it was sorting out my cute clothes from my ugly ones or cleaning up my room, I hated cleaning. I would clean up the things I was responsible for, but cleaning up for someone else was not something I enjoyed.

Feeling guilty, I got out of my chair and walked up to him. I said, "I can help you if you want."

He shook his head and said, "No, it's okay. I got it."

"Are you sure?" I persisted. "I can help if you want me to."

"No, seriously," he persisted as well. "I got this. My dad's a horrible cleaner, so I usually take care of the stuff around here. I wouldn't mind taking care of an extra person." I nodded. Then, he continued, "I really hate it when things are dirty. Everything has to be in pristine condition. That's probably the only reason why my dad keeps me around. He says I'm useful for cleaning people's shoes, even if I take forever on it."

I laughed and smiled. "Well, I think that's pretty cool. I'm decent at cleaning, so your talent would probably help."

"Thank you," he smiled. "Some people say it's weird that I have such an obsession with cleaning, but I don't think that's such a bad obsession." I nodded in agreement, and then he chuckled and continued, "You know, I actually don't talk this much. I guess it's just weird having a girl my age at my house... You're sixteen years old, right?"

I nodded. "Yep. My sweet sixteen was a couple of months ago."

He laughed and put his hands up. "Okay, good, because I wouldn't want to mess that up. Okay, now I'm rambling, but..." He started to trail off, and I laughed. Then, he turned to his dad and said, "Father, can we talk?"

He looked up from his writing and said, "Sure. If you'd excuse us, Jasmine."

I nodded in understanding, walking to the stairs and closing the door behind me. I then started to walk upstairs, with the hopes that I could find my actual room. But, when Garrett started to speak rather harshly, I felt myself become tempted to eavesdrop on them. No, Jasmine, I told myself. This is wrong. You can't just eavesdrop on the people who are giving you a place to live!

But, that didn't stop me; I did anyway.

"Why didn't you tell me that she was coming?!" Garrett asked harshly. Wait a second. This was about me?

"It was kind of a last minute decision," Garrett's dad admitted sheepishly.

"But you couldn't have at least warned me?!" Garrett exclaimed. "I mean, she's beautiful! And she's super sweet! I wouldn't be able to control myself! If you let me at least prepare for her, then maybe I wouldn't be so mad at you now!"

Garrett's dad chuckled and then tried to appease his son. "Garrett, relax. She can't date you or anything. That's one of the rules I set-"

"You're kidding me, right?!" Garrett cut him off. "You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not," Garrett's dad said. "Are you fine with that or not?"

There was a long silence. I felt conflicted; I wanted Garrett to stand up to his dad and say no, but at the same time, I wanted him to be completely fine with the rule. I had no idea why I was thinking like that; I just was.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it," Garrett choked out after a long while, breaking the ice. "Thanks for talking with me, dad."

"No problem," Garrett's dad said. Right afterwards though, suddenly, the door that I was hiding behind flung open. I looked at them with pure embarrassment, hoping that I didn't give myself away

"Jasmine," Garrett started, worried, "do you need anything?"

"I was just looking for my room," I fibbed, pointing up the stairs. "Since, you know..." I started to trail off.

"Oh." Garrett's mouth formed an o. "I can help you with that. Follow me."

I nodded as he led me upstairs. He then opened the left door. Oh. The left door. That was the one I was supposed to pick... The room looked exactly like Garrett's except for the bed; this bed was slightly bigger. He smiled at me as he motioned to the room.

"Well, this is your room," he told me, looking into my eyes. "This was supposed to be a guest room, but, well, we don't have any guests."

I laughed and smiled at him. "Well, thank you so much. It means a whole lot to be that you would do this for me."

"No problem," he smiled back. Then, he seemed to remember something. "Oh, and if you need any more clothes, then you can use some of my mom's." He pulled out a drawer from the dresser to show me the clothes.

I shook my head. "That's not necessary. What would your mom think?"

"I don't think that she would really care," he spat. I looked at him in complete shock. Did he really have that much animosity for his mom? What happened between them?

"Okay," I said. "Well, thank you again."

"You're welcome, Jaz," he said, his animosity fading.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Jaz?"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling. "It suits you."

"Jaz," I reiterated, nodding. He smiled as he left the room.

Jaz, I repeated once more in my head, smiling. It was official: I loved that nickname.

Well, that was the chappie! The Jarrett moments in this chapter was real! XD I don't think I have any Civil War tidbits today... :( But, if you guys enjoyed, please make me smile and leave me a review! Could I please have 25 reviews? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?