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Chapter 4

(Miracles Did Happen!)

*Skylar's POV*

"Thank you so much for coming over Camille."

"No problem. What are we supposed to be doing here again?"

"Well I have to clean up the house and cook dinner for nine people who are coming over later on."

"Who's coming?"

"Don't know, don't care. I just have to get this done. Maybe Blair will lighten up on my grounding."

"You got grounded? What for?"

"Being at the pool."

"The bit-"

"Calm down Cami. It's no big deal. There's nothing I really have to do anyway."

"…okay. Whatever you say Skylar."

"We should get started. You take dinner, and I'll take cleaning up."

"Got it."

Camille and I split up to do our assigned tasks. She runs to the kitchen to start making dinner. I run into the living room to clean up the little things messed up. After that I go to the girl's room. They are slobs. It's ridiculous how much shit they have in their room. I grab a vacuum, plastic gloves, broom, garbage bags, and a duster.

I go to work on fixing up the room. I pick up all of the papers, and discarded food pieces off the floor and throw them in the bags. I sweep the floor as best I can and then I vacuum. Once the floor is done I go to the bed. I straighten the sheets and pillows. The armoire just needs some straightening up. The nail polishes put in a case. The brushes assorted by size. I wipe down the mirror until it gleams spotless. I spray the air with some Febreeze lavender air freshener. I run out of the room and to Blair's. Well she keeps her room partially clean.

I make up her bed, and vacuum the floor. I take her clothe's hamper to the laundry room. I go back in and sprits the room with the freshener. I check my phone for the time.

7:54pm.

Doing good time. Now that that is done I can set up the table.

"Camille! How you doing in there?" I yell.

"Great! I'm actually done. Just letting the food cool down." She says. I walk into the living room.

"Oh my gosh, you are a life saver Camille." I say.

"I know. What else do you need to do?"

"Um…just setting up the table." I say. "I can do that alone though. I want you to get out before she finds out you've helped me out. Thanks again."

"No problem. I'll talk to you later!" she says walking outside the door. The door closes and I'm left in the empty apartment again. I grab the plates and cups. I put them in nine different places along the table.

"Done." I say to myself.

Table. Check.

Rooms. Check.

Dinner. Check.

Clothes…damn it. I need to get dressed. I sprint to my bedroom and grab a light green dress. I pull out a pair of green sandals and slip them on my feet. Brush through my hair and pull it up into a simple high ponytail. I look myself over in the mirror.

"Yeah, this'll do." The door bell rings. I take a deep breath and head to the front door.

I open the knob and stand back as Blair and the twins walk in as if I they owned the world. I suck it up and hold the door for the other six guests that come into the apartment. Everyone goes and stops in front of me.

"This is Lindsey. Lindsey, Mrs. Knight her son and daughter, Katie and Kendall Knight. These are his band mates Logan Mitchell, James Diamond, and Carlos Garcia." Blair says. I wave to all of the people in the room. Logan gives me a confused look. He's the only one who actually knows me by my real name. I smile meekly and shrug. "Have a seat everyone. Lindsey, be a dear and bring out the food for our guests."

"Yes ma'am." I reply. I walk into the kitchen. So I'm not joining in tonight's dinner. I'm probably known as their family maid to the guys. Whatever. It's not like it's something new. I look around for whatever Camille made for dinner.

Pigs in a blanket.

Hehe. They're like mini corndogs or weird nasty looking thumbs. I start to giggle.

"Hurry up!" Blair shouts.

I stifle my laughing and pick up the mini weenies and a metal tong...or is it thong?

Ha. Mini weenies and a metal thong.

I mentally scold myself of my weird perverted thoughts, but it immediately makes me want to laugh more. I smile to myself and start walking back to the dining room. I come in the middle of a conversation.

"I'm so glad you all decided to join us this evening." Blair says in a sickly sweet voice.

"Oh it's no problem. We're glad to finally meet our new neighbors." Mrs. Knight says. Blair smiles.

"Ah. The food is here. About time." She says. I sigh and use the tongs to pick up the blankets. I keep my head down as I place it on everyone's plates.

"Don't you have another daughter? Skylar?" Carlos asks. I almost trip over my feet. I spare a glance at Blair and her eyes had gone momentarily wide. She throws a glare to me and immediately recomposes herself.

"Of course not. Why?" she asks snippily.

"I met her like two days ago. She said she lived here." He says.

"No. We have no other sister." Mckenzie cuts in.

"Yeah, maybe she just thought this was her apartment." Bianca says.

"Oh…" He says. Ugh. Great. Thanks a lot you guys. Nice to know I'm a part of the family.

"I'm going to go get some more punch. Lindsey…can you show me where the drinks are?" Logan says standing up.

"No she'll-"

"OF course!" I interrupt Blair. We both speed walk to the kitchen.

"What the hell?" he says immediately.

"You're going to have to specify." I say. He rolls his eyes.

"The maid thing. The not related thing. Everything."

"They don't want to be associated with me point blank. Around here I'm going to be known as their in-house maid. It's nothing new to me. Don't worry about it Logan." I assure.

"But why do you go along with it? Couldn't you just make them stop…or even move out?"

"No Blair, no money for college. I'm broke." I state. "Just don't tell any of the guys about this. Its better they not know about this. It's bad enough you really know what's going on." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He nods. "Now, you need to go back in there before she thinks I've murdered you." I say half jokingly. He walks back out hesitantly and I grab the container with the punch in it. Kool-Aid. Yeah, Kool-Aid. They won't know the difference though. I walk back out and pour everyone's cup up halfway.

"It nice to know another family who's working under Gustavo." Mrs. Knight says.

"Yes, quite nice indeed. He seems like an unhappy fellow. I have yet to see him smile." Blair mentions.

"Oh he's just putting up a mean front. He's actually a big softy trying to get attention." The little girl Katie says while taking a bite of the mini weenie.

"Katie…" Kendall says in a warning tone. She just shrugs and looks down at her plate again.

"LINDSEY!" Bianca yells. Bitch, I'm right next to you. "Bring in the desserts!" she exclaims.

"Desserts?" I ask dumbly.

"Yes desserts. As in the English term for the French words Serts of the Des." Mckenzie says. I hear Logan make a weird sound at his end of the table.

"N-no one told me to make dessert." I say. Blair glares at me and I shut up. "But I'll go make some!" I say scrambling to the kitchen. Shit, desserts. How am I supposed to make dessert on such short notice? I look in the pantry and ten under the sink. In the cabinets. Nothing. I sigh and open up the refrigerator. Inside lays a little tray of cupcakes with a blue sticky note attached. I pick them up and read the note.

Here's dessert. Good luck with your evil step mother. Let me know how it goes;)

-Camille

I smile and ball up the note and throw it away. I hold the tray with both hands and walk carefully into the dining room again. There's a large gasp heard.

"Cupcakes!"

"Carlos NO!" is the last thing I hear before I'm tackled to the ground and the tray of cupcakes fly in the air. I fall on my back with an 'umph' and the offending person loses their balance and falls on top of me in turn. The tray falls everywhere and some frosting lands on my clothes. They push themselves up slightly and begin apologizing over and over again. I groan and grab the back of my head in pain. I open my eyes and see Carlos hovering over me. My eyes widen and he stops talking. He looks at me questionably.

"Wow! Well we better get going now. Thanks for having us. Bye!" I hear James say as all of our guests leave the apartment.

"Haven't I seen you before?" Carlos asks tilting his head to the side. In a moment of panic I grab a cupcake and smear it everywhere over my face trying to lamely (if I must say so myself) cover up my identity before he realizes I'm the same girl he met a few days ago, here being degraded before his eyes. He gets lifted off me by James and Logan.

"Let's go Carlitos." Logan says as they walk out of the room. He heels drag across the ground as he adorns a confused facial expression. Logan comes back in the room and laughs nervously. He closes the door and I sit up all the way. I let out a breath that I had forgotten I had been holding. I sigh and face palm.

Crap. Forgot about the cupcakes…

I bring my hand down and wipe it off on my dress. I run my hands down my face, trying to get as much out as possible. Next thing I know a loud shriek goes through the apartment. I cringe at the sudden noise.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! LINDSEY I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!" I turn around and see Mckenzie pushing back her curly black and purple hair from out of her face. Her face is turning pink with frustration. I see her start stomping my way.

I scurry up into a standing position and put my hands behind my back.

"What is your problem? First you mess up our family, and then you run away four of my potential husbands with your damn clumsiness. How much more of a retard can you possible get!" she says. She had gotten before me and was now all up in my face.

"He ran up to me!" I try to defend myself. I don't know why. Talking back to any of them is a lost cause. Like a complaint that just falls on deaf ears.

"No, you were in his way you dipshit!" she shouts. Bianca walks up to Mckenzie and puts her hands on her shoulders.

"Mckenzie. Don't take your anger out on Lindsey. It's not our fault that's she's a failure to society and is one of God's rejected creations." She says looking at me with disgust.

"CHILDREN!" Blair shouts. The twins turn from me reluctantly. "Go to the pool. Now!" she shouts. The twins glare at me one last time before holding their noses high and walking out of the apartment.

Now it's just me and the main bitch.

"How many times have I had to tell you this? I'm getting sick and tired of repeating myself. It's getting old, but every time you do something. Something to mess up the life I'm trying to build for my wonderful daughters. You, are getting in the way. Every single fucking time. You are like the mosquito of this family. No one like you Lindsey…no one loves you here. You're sucking the life from us, mooching off of our money, our house, and slowly breaking it down? Not going to happen. Now, you are going to clean this kitchen, fix this living room, and you are not to leave this apartment EVER again beside for work. I better not catch you talking to anybody do you hear me?" I tilt my head down.

"Yes ma'am…" I whisper. She walks over and grabs my face in between her hand, her fake nails dig into my cheeks.

"I can't here you." She hisses. She snatches her hand off my face, and scratches my cheeks n both sides.

"Yes ma'am." I say louder. She pats the top of my head roughly and I wince slightly.

"Good girl. That's more like it. Don't break anything else klutz while I get my beauty sleep." She says. She stomps back to her bedroom door and slams it behind her. I fall onto my knees and look at the mess around me. The table's a mess. There's frosting all over the floor and walls. The chairs are disarray. Adding on eternity to my month of grounded-ness?

Fuck my life. Just fuck it. Fuck it long and hard…up the ass. Just until I cry.

I stand up and start to clean up.

I can't wait until I start my job with Buddha Bob and get out of this hell of a place called home. I really miss my dad right now…

A/N and finalmente the chapter is out. I know it's been a while, but I've gotten distracted and stuff. Life's hard you know? But now I'm here. So now you guys could read. I hope you guys got to enjoy this, and heads up, next chapter is where you guys find out what the ball is going to be, and we get to watch Skylar start her job officially. Finally! Now remember to review got it? Guess what! I'm going to see BTR in concert for the first time tomorrow! Its there first time her in Atlanta and I'm soooo excited. Okay now its quote time. In honor of the Christmas time of year these will be Christmas themed. Ready?

Quote(s) of the day: "I'm Mister White Christmas. I'm Mister Snow. I'm Mister Icicle. I'm Mister 10 below. Friends call me Snow Miser. Whatever I touch, turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much."

BTR Quote: "I heard this old lady lost her artificial leg right? *waves hands around* And then found it, the next morning, in her stocking."