Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm going to try and update every Sunday. Note the word TRY.

But I will be gone for my brother's wedding next week so I probably won't put one up. I'm going to try and write a bunch of chapters that way they'll be ready every week.

This chapter is really short and fluffy, but I thought it's maybe getting to know the characters a little more.

Thank you OwlSilverLight1311930 and that other person for reviewing the last chapter.

Also thanks OwlSilverLight1311930 for helping me out.

I really really really enjoy your reviews and I'm glad you guys enjoyed the HP references. Speaking of which, did anyone watch Harry Potter Weekend on ABC? I hate the part at the end of HBP when they just realize how beautiful Hogwarts is and they won't even come back next year.

I'm really getting off topic. I'm trying to find a good picture for Estes, so if you see one that is something like you imagined please send it to me and I might put it on my profile.

Thanks for reading and here's your chapter. Enjoy!

This alliance was NOT working for me. Detroit was perky as hell, being ginger and all. D.C. was flirting with me nonstop. He had this special look he gave me when I turned him down. It said "You can stop pretending. I know you're madly in love with me." I would quickly return this with my new signature glare that said, "If you don't stop flirting with me, I'll shoot you where it hurts."

I kept begging Dothan to make them go away. I felt like a little girl who is telling her parents to take her baby brother back to the hospital. However, he was relentless and told me with that terribly persuasive southern accent that things would get better.

We went to raid stores every Sunday, "grocery shopping" as Detroit called it. Dothan and I would go one Sunday, then Detroit and D.C. would go the next and so on. That is until Dothan thought it would be a good idea to switch partners.

Today, D.C. and I are going grocery shopping and D.C. is making me take the mutt, or as they call him, Mambo Shetani. Apparently it's Swahili, but I don't even want to know what that means.

I sit in the driver's seat of the truck and wait for D.C. When he comes out he stands at the door on my side and stares at me. I give him the Glare. "What?"

He gives me the Look. "You're sitting in my seat."

"You're seat? I can drive just as good as you can."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen…."

"I'm fifteen. Get out of the car." I'm about to protest this, but D.C. comes closer, grabs me by the waist, and sets me down on the ground, all the while I'm kicking and punching. To my great dismay he's bigger than me.

He stands in front of the driver seat and crosses his arms giving me a smirk. I cross my arms defiantly and glare daggers. He laughs. "Do I need to carry you to your seat? You're not getting out of this trip."

Reluctantly, I stomp to the other side of the car and get it. D.C. climbs in and buckles his seat belt. He looks at me with one eyebrow raised expectantly and I raise mine, challenging him to do something. Without my consent and with his obvious entertainment, he reaches over me and buckles me. I'm beginning to feel like a toddler.

When we get to the store, I take out a bell and I'm about to ring it, but D.C. takes in out of my hand. "Let me do it. Just go be a good little girl and wait in the car. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Oh, really? You want me to be a good little girl? Should I go make you a sandwich and lemonade, so I can stay out of your way?" With that, I sock him in the mouth. I may be small, but no one said small means weak.

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