A / N: So last chapter was called 9 to 5 because their shifting boxes for what would usually take hours. This chapter will be probably not as long as the other one. But I hope you like it. I also forgot when I did it, I had an anonymous reviewer say some really nice things. They titled themselves Mama knows best, so I would really like to thank them if their watching. I completely forgot to put their fact on, so I will do it after this chapter. A big thank you goes out to the reviewer who kindly did that. Make sure you check the reviews. Thanks Mama knows best!

Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah, natter, natter, natter, I don't own Gallagher.

Chapter Four:

_ ~ Bex's Point of View ~_

"I'm telling you, he's bloody useless Macey," I told Macey over the phone after we'd arrived. "I asked him to move a box and he moved the bloody ramp!"

"Bex, I'm sure its not that bad," said Macey. "I'm sure he's trying his best."

"No, Grant, not that o-" I rolled my eyes at Grant. "Mace, I gotta go. I'll speak to you soon!"

"Bye," she said.

I put my phone on the table and jogged outside, fetching a few small boxes and moving them to the kitchen. I helped Grant move the huge ones and the rest of my stuff, then left him to it so I could unpack my stuff. I took the box labelled ornaments into the living room, where I got one of the biggest shocks I had had in about three months. I saw a flat screen, Panasonic TV, a white, marble fireplace, two large three-seated luscious, pristine white sofas, and two black leather love seats. I touched them to check they were real, and checked if the TV worked. It did. I bent down to examine it and found a PlayStation 3 and a dusty Wii. The people obviously hadn't used this room much. I used my pocket-knife to cut the tape on the box and lifted out some decorations. I put them back in and found Grant in the kitchen, tickling himself on the neck with a feather-duster. I rolled my eyes.

"Newman, are you going to give that to me, or keep on making yourself look stupid?" I asked him.

He flinched under my glance and handed me the duster which I took and went into the living room and Grant followed. There was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," I told him, slipping on the black shoes I'd worn and letting my hair down. I walked over to the glass door leading to the hallway and opened it. I opened the brown, smooth oak door and was surprised at the sight. Before me was a boy, who must have been about eleven, that had brown hair that he'd spiked up with gel and melting, warm chocolate eyes.

"Wow," said the person when I appeared. "I did not expect THAT."

"Um, sorry?" I said, unsure of what to say.

"Oh no, don't apologize, I just thought..." he trailed off, looking uneasy.

I laughed. "You just thought I'd be older?"

He nodded nervously.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked him, smiling, and moving out of the way so he could step into the hallway.

"Um, sure," he replied. "I'm Aaron, by the way. I live across the street."

He stepped in just as Grant opened the glass door and completely made a fool out of himself.

"Bex, which feather duster should go on display, this one?" he held up a bright blue one. "Or this one?" he help up a black one.

"Bloody hell, Newman, none of them!" I snapped.

"Sorry," he apologized, walking over to me. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Aaron," I said. "He lives across the street."

"Nice to meet you," said Grant, extending his hand.

"You too," said Aaron, taking it.

Grant attempted to put his arm round my waist. I say attempted but I mean tried to put his arm around my waist but got a bruised arm because I slapped him. He held the door open for Aaron and me, before following and shutting it.

"So," said Grant awkwardly. "Which feather duster do you think we should put on display?"

"Umm," I don't think Aaron had anything to say.

"Grant, baby, why don't you go and use the blue duster to dust off the fireplace and the PS3, then put them on the black chair?" I told him, glaring at him so he knew he would be dead meat later.

He turned to go through the double-doors with glass panelling that lead to the living room with his feather dusters shaking as he walked. When the door had clicked shut, I said to Aaron, "I'm sorry about him, he's very...different."

"Well, I better go," said Aaron.

"Yeah," I said and opened the front door for him. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too, Rebecca," he replied.

"Call me Bex, Rebecca is way to snobby," I said. "See you around."

"Bye!" he waved until I shut the door and went storming after Grant.

"NEWMAN, GET HERE NOW!" I yelled and Grant appeared in front of the door.

"God, I'm sorry!" he said confused. "Whatever I did."

"YOU MADE THE BOY FEEL SO BLOODY UNCOMFORTABLE HE LEFT AFTER FIVE MINUTES!" I screeched.

"Oh that," he realized. "How did I do that?"

"You and your stupid feather dusters scared him off, dumbass!" I snapped.

"Bex, cant we just kiss and make up?" he asked.

"Go and drive the van back to school and I'll think about it!"

"Yes, Bex."

He put on his shoes and jacket and walked out of the front door. A few minutes later there was another knock on the door. It was Aaron again, this time another boy who was only about a year older than me, was behind him.

"Hi, Aaron, back so soon?" I asked. "You must be his brother?" I said to the one that was about my age.

"Yeah, I'm Callum," he said smoothly. "Its nice to meet you."

And that's when I realized I'd already met him.

A / N: See, so much shorter than the last one. Next chapter, Grant walks in on a scene one will not mention between Callum and Bex. Its an awkward moment, what can I say?

So todays fact is from the anonymous reviewer I thanked earlier, Mama knows best. She said,

did you know cats have 32 muscles in each ear?

Well, did you?

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