Delainey flipped through the pages and looked through the pictures. One picture had her, Buddy and his cousin Agnes. She laughed a little at the photostrip. It was a group of photo's they had taken in a photobooth. They were all making silly faces. "Agnes. She was so silly." Delainey said. "Yeah..." Buddy said. "Well, good night, Buddy." Delainey said, walking to her room. "Night, pal..." Buddy yawned, going to sleep.

Delainey got up at the crack of dawn as usual, and went to wake up Buddy. "Wake up, Buddy." Delainey said, gently shaking Buddy's shoulder. "I'm up, I'm up!" Buddy said, springing out of bed, getting his hat, and clumsily getting his shoes on, falling a couple times before he got to the door. "Thanks a bunch, Delainey!" Buddy shouted. "No problem, Buddy!" Delainey shouted back.

Delainey went about her usual daily routine. Take a quick shower, get dressed, go out and say good morning to anyone else who happened to be out early in the morning, water the plants, and pop in to give her mom a visit.

Somewhere in the middle of the day, one of Delainey's friends, Jimmy Watanabe, picked her up and gave her a ride on his shoulders. Delainey laughed. "Thanks for the lift, Jimmy!" She said. "No problem, Lainey! Hey, I was wondering, maybe you wanna take a ride on the motorcycle later today?" Jimmy asked. "Maybe tomorrow, Jimmy. Me, Rhonda and Annie are going to DJ Candy's club later." Delainey said, playing with Jimmy's hair. "Aww, you go there all the time!" Jimmy complained. "What's so great about Candy's place, anyway?" He asked. "The music, the dancing...and the sushi." Delainey said. Jimmy gasped. "The 'S' word! Delainey, you know how I feel about the 'S' word!" He said. "And you know how I feel about hairspray." Delainey said, trying to flatten down Jimmy's spikes.

"True... I always thought it was weird how your allergic to hairspray and you like fish, and how I'm allergic to fish and like hairspray." Jimmy said. Delainey laughed. "I never noticed that before! How weird!" She said. "I know." Jimmy said, sitting down. Delainey lied down in the grass. "Hey Jimmy, do you remember how we met? Because I don't even remember." She asked.

Flashback

It was a while ago when me and my dad had just moved in. You were five, I think.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, hon's!" Shirley said. "I'm Shirley Lockhart, I run the Salon down the is my daughter Delainey." Shirley said, pushing five year old Delainey in front of her.

Hisao, Jimmy's dad, bowed respectfully. "I am Chef Hisao Watanabe. This is my son, James." Hisao said, gesturing to seven year old Jimmy.

You're mom invited us over for dinner, after squealing about how cute I was, supposedly.

"Aww, he's a little cutie!" Shirley said, pinching Jimmy's cheeks. Jimmy wasn't amused. "I'm making Salmon tonight, would you like to come over? I have enough for atleast five!" Shirley said.

"I would be delighted." Hisao said, walking toward his new home.

My allergy wasn't as bad but fish still made me sneeze a lot.

"Achooo!" Jimmy sneezed all over his fish. "...I've lost my appetite..." Jimmy sniffed, pushing his plate toward Delainey.

"GROSS! I don't want your booger fish!" Delainey whined.

End Flashback

"After that we got into a fight that, all I remember, turned into me pulling your hair, Dad scolding me, and me hating you until you were seven." Jimmy explained. "Why until I was seven?" Delainey asked. "Up until then, you were kind of a brat." Jimmy said. "Oh..." Delainey said. "You're cool now, though." Jimmy said with a grin, noogying Delainey. "Hey!" Delainey laughed.

They collapsed in the grass together.