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Thanks again guys. I know that's boring but there it is. Thanks. I mean it. Some drama acoming. Not sure about it or how ya'll will like it but let a sister know and press the pretty button at the end of the page.

My dad dragged me out as soon as he spotted me walk back into the house. We didn't talk the whole ride home. He was probably ready to go because he hates those parties a lot too. He only likes them when she is there. His recent girlfriend, Gina. He was getting serious with her. It's been a while since that happened.

She's wack job. Listens to Enya, does yoga, likes champagne. The usual high-class snot who doesn't like me, the rebel without a cause. And of course since someone is trying to screw with me, she has a daughter. Penelope. I wish I was kidding. She's 2 years younger than me and the most mean, annoying, bratty, mommy's little girl that ever existed. Hopefully they'll break up before they commit. If not then someone will have to do something about it.

When we got inside I asked if he wanted to watch a movie. He agreed and I popped in Almost Famous. Nate was right, in an hour he was out like a light and I had twenty minutes to get ready. Nate was five minutes late so I was all set when he honked outside my window in his old used car. Nate has deep green eyes and brown hair, if I didn't mention that before. I met this skinny kid at a party and we fell in love. What are you gonna do right?

I climbed out the window and down the tree like always and hopped in his car. We drove there, blasting Weezer, completely and totally stoked to be playing at a cool bar early enough for there to still be people there when we played.

We played a majorly kickass gig. I was playing my last chord and smiling because we did so good. We bowed and walked off the stage completely pumped. Nate went to the bathroom or something so I walked to the bar and ordered us a couple of beers. As I was waiting for them I noticed a man next to me also waiting. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He realized I was there and smirked at me.

"You played bass right?"

"Yup."

"You guys were pretty awesome."

"Pretty?"

"Don't push it."

I laughed, "I'm Rae."

"Jess."

There was something about him I swear that was so familiar. I couldn't figure it out. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that part of me was creeped that this old guy was talking to me.

"You old enough to drink?" he asked me.

"You old enough to be here alone?"

"Touché. And I'm here with my wife."

"At 11:30 on a Sunday night?"

"Her friend Lane told her that we had to check out some great music."

"Happy to be considered great."

"Happy to report we thought you were great."

"It's cool to have fans."

The guy came back with our beers at the same time.

"You wanna meet the wife?"

I looked around. No Nate in sight yet. "Sure."

He took me over to this woman that was sitting at a table in the back of the bar. "This is Rae…

"Huntzberger." I finished.

Jess looked flustered after I said this but he seemed to have brushed it off. He cleared his throat, "Rae this is Rory Mariano."

I looked at her in shock. How many Rorys in the world were there? And she looked just like her picture but older. I turned and ran out of the restaurant with tears coming to my eyes. I couldn't just meet the woman that abandoned me. That guy looked so familiar. The way he smiled. It was just like…mine. Oh jeez. What the hell is going on?

I called a cab and left a message on Nate's cell phone that I was leaving.

I thought back to earlier at the party when Richard said the "Thug" had looked like me. By the time I got home I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I figured dad was still asleep so I just walked in the front door.

"Renee Huntzberger!"

I cursed under my breath. "Hey."

"Where the hell have you been?! It's fricken one in the morning!"

"I really should get a watch."

"Don't be a smartass! I'm guessing that you didn't just go out for ice cream like last time in that outfit."

"Are you my dad?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I'm your dad!"

"I don't mean like the man that gave me clothes and threw me birthday parties and changed my diaper when I was little, I mean the straight up you helped create me kind of dad."

"Yes I'm your dad! Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know I just…Dad your not telling the truth."

"What?"

"You're not telling the truth. You're a good liar but your doing that squirmy, blinking thing that you do when it's a big secret."

"I am not."

"Dad. Just answer me. Are you my real father?"

Silence. He took a deep breath and a step back ward. That was all I needed to see. I felt tears falling and he let out a quiet "No."

"Night" I said quietly through my tears and left to my room. Everyone always said that I looked like my mom. But now I realize they not only said that because it was true, but because I didn't look like Da- Logan. They had no one else to compare me to.

I didn't sleep much, maybe an hour. Stereo was still on like always except this time, being awake, I actually listened to all of it. I heard Logan snoring for most of the night. Only stopping briefly sometimes. I got out of bed at 5:30, knowing Dad wouldn't be up for a few hours. I opened my closet when something caught my eye. My suitcase. Top shelf. Just staring at me. Silently telling me to do it. Go baby go. I shook my head. I didn't know what I was thinking. What about Logan? He'd kill me. Fall Out Boy sounded in the background. When you go I will forget everything about you… That was all the encouragement I needed.