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"Stupid... freaking.. Meathead." Angel muttered under her breath in between kicks to the tree. Never in her life had she met a guy who had aggravated her to the point of screaming bloody murder. But it didn't cease to amaze her that her newest step-brother would end up being that guy. She had first met John five months before the wedding. Since then, she'd seen him about three times because he travelled around a lot. He came off as the guy who was fun loving and care free, but something about him just didn't sit right with her. Ever since then, she had grown to dislike him so much that she felt the need to tell him off or avoid him at any cost.

"I wish he'd just stop trying." Angel said with a sigh. Her long arms reached up and grabbed the sturdy branches of the tree. She pulled herself the tree, using her feet to help take some of the wait off her arms. She swung her body over the branch easily and sat up back against the trunk of the tree. She gazed across the lawn at the movers as they brought the bigger pieces of furniture into the house. Angel frowned as the movers dropped her dresser accidently, picking it up quickly as not to feel the wrath of their employers. She looked at the path behind them and shook her head. Chipped pieces of wood had been left in their wake.

"Great." She said softly, bobbing her leg in the air. "As if I don't have enough crap going on."

Maeve collapsed on the couch. Never had she made a more exhausting move in her entire life. Even the move from Ireland to Chicago wasn't as stressful. She was happy that she had such great help. The majority of the move went smoothly. Everything was intact and inside the house. The only downside to this day was her lovely daughter was the most moody she'd ever seen her. Angel had such a negative outlook on this move and this marriage in general, that sometimes it was so hard for Maeve to keep a cool head.

"Stubborn child." She said, rubbing her face.

"Maeve?" Maeve lifted her head up. She smiled softly at one of her newest step-sons.

"Yes John dear."

"Angel has some anger issues," He said softly, "doesn't she.."

Maeve raised an eyebrow, "Why would you think that?" She questioned. John sighed and told her of Angel's emotional outburst. Maeve's lip pursed into a thin line.

"Oh dear.." She whispered softly. She stood up and walked into the kitchen, "That's not like my Angel."

"The only Angel I've seen," John began, "is the spiteful, angry teenager who doesn't want anything to do with her newly acquired family."

Maeve shook her head and sighed. "She's had something against your father since the day I told her we were getting married." She said, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She's never been like this before, John. I think this is her stage of rebellion."

"Great." John said, "Just in time for us to drown in Typhoon Angel."

"Don't worry about it too much, dear. She'll come around." Maeve said, smiling softly at him.

"How much longer until that happens?" Maeve shrugged at his question. John licked his lips. What was so bad about his family that it changed Angel's whole personality?

"I wish she'd just try to get along with you boys." Maeve said softly, shaking her head.

"It's not like I haven't tried to reach out." John said.

"Well," Maeve's smile grew slowly, "There is one thing Angel loves more than anything, and you could use that to your advantage."

"And that is?"

"Let's just say that the way to Angel's heart, is through your wallet." John's eyes widened. There could be only one thing she was referring to.

"Shopping." He muttered. Maeve giggled and nodded. The price for his sister's acceptance was a hefty one, and not in the monetary sense alone. John rubbed a hand over his face as Maeve went back to unpacking.

'This had better be worth it.'

Angel swayed from side to side in the tire swing beneath the tree she had climbed. Four of her five step brothers were running around the backyard with a few other guys she didn't recognize. Her iPod blasting, she had background music to the sight before her. A rousing game of tackle football had come about around fifteen minutes or so after she had climbed the tree. The angle she was at had a pretty good view, but she decided she wanted to watch from eye level. If Angel's counting was correct, the score was about 8-3.

"Pass interference!" She heard being screamed across the yard. Her eyes flicked over to the location where she heard the sound and she paused her music. Dan was on the ground and some guy was in Matt's face yelling at him.

"It was not!" Matt yelled back. "He just happened to trip over my leg." He said smugly.

"Bullshit." The other guy said, crossing his arms over his chest. Matt chuckled, "Technically," he said, "I didn't contact him. He came in contact with me."

Angel winced then opened an eye after the grunts subsided. Sure enough just like every foul that had occurred earlier in the game, Matt was the proud recipient of a nine-man dog pile. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight.

"Beautiful guys, simply beautiful." Her smile, short-lived, faded as a voice piped up behind her.

"Pass interference." Dan said from the top of the pile, grinning mischievously. John chuckled, "Figured as much." He walked around her and helped Matt back up. Angel slid out of the swing and began to make her escape.

"Hold up, Ange!" Angel picked up her speed but stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around and glared at him.

"Am I mistaken, or did I not tell you to leave me alone?"

"There is 250.00 in my wallet with your name on it if you'd just shut up and listen for a second." John inwardly smiled as Angel's eyes began to light up. Her eyes then scanned him cautiously.

"What's your angle.."

"No angle," John began, taking his wallet from his pocket. "I'll just be the one taking you."

"Wait, what? No no n-"

"250.00, take it or leave it."

Angel's eyes narrowed. She whipped out a hand and snatched the cash from his hands. She turned it over in her hands. Her expression remained hard, but John could've sworn he saw her gaze soften.

"You carry all my bags and stay out of my way and it's a deal." She slid her eyes up to meet his. John smiled.

"Deal."

John collapsed on the bench inside the umpteenth store Angel had dragged him into. Little did he know when he agreed to her stipulations it would be like signing his soul to the Devil in a teenage girl's body. He placed the bags on the floor around him. He never thought that 250.00 could go so far. He pulled the baseball cap down more to cover his face as the girls in the store began pointing and whispering to one another.

"How about this one?" John looked up and his eyes grew wide. There, was his new step sister, clad in a micro mini that would make even Stacey Keibler blush.

"Oh no. No no no. Hell no, Angel."

Angel pouted, "Why not?" She said softly. "It's adorable."

"That is way too damn short Angel!" He stood up and pushed her back into the change room and shut the door.

"I'm buying it, it's my money."

"Actually, it's my mo-"

"'There is 250.00 in my wallet with your name on it..'" She mimicked his voice. John clenched his hands at his side. That was it. This was the last store, he couldn't deal with her sick torture any longer.

"Angel," he said through clenched teeth, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't buy that skirt."

"Bite me." She muttered. She pushed her way out of the change room and to the counter. She placed her the skirt plus a few other things on the counter.

"75.45." The girl behind the desk twittered cheerily. Angel smiled and handed over four twenties.

"Very nice choices." The girl commented on her selection.

"Thank you." Angel replied sweetly, and walked out with him. John hiked up the newest addition to the load in his arms a bit higher.

"That's it Angel. We have to go." John said. He waited for an impatient response. No frustrated retort filled with venom? Something was up.

"Ange?" He tried to peek around the bags. He dropped them to the floor gently and looked around. Rolling his eyes, he realized that she had wandered off.

"Great.." He murmured under his breath, picked up the bags once more and began to look for his blonde step-sister. Maneuvering around patrons carefully, he made his way through the mall. His ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. But something else shocked him. She was laughing. What was she laughing about?

John peeked over the plethora of bags in his arms and narrowed his eyes. Angel was standing by the juice bar in the food court, but she wasn't alone. A boy, who looked about nineteen or twenty, was standing with her, playfully tucking her hair behind her ear. Angel flashed a grin that could make any guy drop to his knees. John trudged over and dropped the bags behind the guy.

"Hey, watch it Bu-" Angel's mystery friend turned and looked up at John.

"Oh I'll watch it alright. You messin' with my sister?" John said in a grave tone. He smirked inwardly as the kid began to breakdown like old cement.

"N-n-no sir. I would never m-mess with your s-sister." He stammered. "I'll uh, see you around Ange." He muttered and walked away quickly.

"Wait!" Angel called after him, but he was already around the corner. Angel's eyes narrowed at the sound of John's guffaws behind her.

"Oh man! Did you see that boy MOVE?" John said in between laughs. Angel turned around and pulled her down to him by his ear.

"You, are in so much trouble."

"Ow ow ow ow! Damn it Angel, let go of my ear!"

"No! He was a nice guy John." Angel said into his ear.

"He was eyeing you like a hobo eyes a hooker!"

"Ew! He was not! I'm trying to make friends!"

John pried her hand off of his ear, "That kid was not looking to be your friend."

"How do you know?" Angel replied, glaring at him.

"Because I know what teenage boys minds are like."

"You know what? Forget it, I'll walk home. I'll stay inside, and be a hermit with NO FRIENDS!" She yelled and turned on her heel, storming in the other direction.

"But Ang-"

"Bite me."

"Oh Angel come on, it was funny." John scooped up the bags and followed her.

"Bite me!"

John dropped the bags once more then threw up his hands in frustration, "This is why I didn't date much until I was out of high school!"

"Oh and what's that supposed to mean?" She said while she turned back, planting her hands on her hips

"Because teenage girls are psycho!" He replied.

"Well if I'm so psycho, then why are you still FOLLOWING ME!?" Angel yelled, temper rising to new heights.

"Because I have to!" He yelled back

"BITE ME!" She screamed at him.

John shook his head and laughed. "I would, but hell you wouldn't fill me up," he said, "you're not a whole meal.. you're like a snack... a spuntino."

She scoffed, "Doesn't your last name mean supper?" John nodded, "Yeah it does actually." Angel coughed a laugh. John raised his brow in confusion, "What.. what's that laugh about?" he questioned softly.

Angel flicked her hair over her shoulder, "Oh nothing.. just that your last name suits you perfectly."

John crossed his arms over his chest, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Angel eyed him, "Well judging by the size of your ass.. you seem to love your supper."

"Alright, I think we're both tired and frustrated. Car, now." John pushed her toward the exit. He picked up her bags and walked out behind her.

"Angel, open the back for me please." John asked softly.

"Bite me."

"You know, that's really getting old. This is your shit, now open the back of the damn car."

Angel rolled her eyes and walked to the back of the car, opening the back. "Anything else? Your slippers and a pipe maybe?"

"Can the fucking attitude Angel, I've had enough of it." He said after packing the back with her newly bought wardrobe and shutting the back. Angel frowned and slipped into the front seat. John sat in the drivers seat and they rode in a tense silence the rest of the way home.

"Please stop, just stop." Angel pleaded with herself. Clutching her stomach, she leaned against the side of the tub. It was around two in the morning and Angel woke up with the worst cramps she had ever experienced. Everyone was asleep when she slipped into the bathroom. She tried to do it with as little noise as possible. She may have an attitude problem ever since she got to Boston, but she was still courteous.

Angel winced softly as she crawled to the sink. She opened the cupboard and sighed. "Of course," She whispered, "No girl things." She slumped against the cupboard and whimpered. She had bad cramps before, but never this bad. She needed medication and tampons something fierce. A loud gasp escaped her lips as another spasm tensed viciously in her stomach. Angel's head perked up as she heard a door opening.

'Shit, I wok-' Her eyes widened as another cramp ripped through her. She laid on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest so she could rest in the fetal position. She could feel her panties begining to soak with blood.

"Oh my God, Angel.." A voice cooed softly. John kneeled by her and picked her head up gently.

"I woke you up didn't I? I'm sorry." Angel whispered softly. John shook his head, "Are you alright? You look like shit."

Angel rolled her eyes, "Well thanks, I feel how I supposedly look."

"I didn't mean it like that. What's the matter?"

Angel bit her lip, "Um.."

"C'mon Ange, you look like you're in pain." John said, concerned laced in his voice. Angel scanned his face. His eyes matched his tone and she sighed.

"Girl problems." She muttered, "I didn't want to wake up mom and-"

"What do you need?" Angel was caught off guard as he interrupted her. Did he want to help her? The Twilight Zone music sounded in her head.

"Tampons," she said looking down, "And fast." John set her back on the floor gently and stood up.

"I'll be right back, don't move." John said softly. Angel rolled her eyes, "No Meathead, I'm gonna go run a fucking marathon in this condition."

"Hey, don't curse." He scolded her.

"Bite me"

John couldn't help but chuckle, "I'll be back." He whispered and slipped out of the house. Tears seeped out of Angel's eyes. "Hurry." She whispered to the air, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. The cramps went in cycles of subsiding and increasing. She held her stomach tightly in fear that it would tear apart. Her eyes fluttered open what it seemed like hours later when she felt the floor beside her sink slightly.

"What took you so long?" Angel whimpered out. John helped her sit up. "I was actually gone less than ten minutes."

"Seemed like a hell of a lot longer." She said, looking at him. John held up a bag at her eye level.

"Tampons and Midol." He said, placing the bag in her lap. Her eyes brightened slightly. "Midol?"

John nodded, "My ex-girlfriend got cramps hardcore like this too, those pills were her best friends." He said chuckling.

"After all I've done to you? You do this for me?"

"Angel, you may hate me, and I may get frustrated with you because you're an obscenely huge pain in the ass, but you're still my step-sister. What kind of brother would I be if I just let you suffer like that?" John smiled, wiping her eyes with a tissue he grabbed from the box on the sink. A spasm went through her stomach again, but it wasn't painful. It was a flip-flop.

"Thank you." Angel whispered. John smiled, "You're welcome kiddo. Feel better." He replied ruffling her hair.

"Quit that!" She said, smacking his hand away. John chuckled and stood up. He walked to the door then turned back for a moment.

"If you need something, you know where my room is." He offered with a smile. Angel nodded and slumped against the tub after he left the room. Angel stared at the two things in her hands. A box of Tampax Pearls and Midol, two normally everyday things, nothing to get excited about. But they meant more to Angel. These stood for the sincere gesture of a big brother to his little sister. She trailed her fingers over the letters on the box.

Metaphorical white flag in hand, but was she ready to wave and surrender?

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