I had lived around love my whole life never once had it happened to me. I was never sure why my mom turned him down. If she did? I won't know if she did even though she doesn't tell me anything since he died. I wish she did. I've been really good person to listen to lately even my sister thinks so. I've always had a boyfriend he's usually a jock with super buff and toned abs, or he's a musician who has a really hot band that everyone loves, or he's super rich and given me more presents then my parents on Christmas, or he's just normal. I laugh at the last one.

"Brooke." My pesky little sister asks. "Can we talk?" She walks in my room and swirls around in the pink desk chair.

"What?" I ask annoyed and somewhat grumpy as I getting up from my laptop.

"I just wanted to ask you a question." She says on the verge of tears.

Remembering she has the lungs loud enough to make my mom appear in seconds, I clam down and shut the lid.

"Can I help you?" I ask mimicking Dr. Phil's voice from an episode, I saw my mom watching the other day.

Claire laughs extremely hard. "It's about mom." She panics.

"What about mom." I ask squeezing my soft linen silk sheets.

"Forget it." She groaned making a dash for the door. Being the star and being on champion undefeated track team, she was no match for me. As I beat her to the door and tackled her to the ground. Seeing that she was unhappy I got up clapped my hands together locked, the door picked her up and placed her on my bed, which I happily got on.

"Are you just going to stare at me all evening?" I asked. She gave me a disapproving smile and folded her arms across her chest.

"No it's just uh?" She groaned throwing a fit.

"This wouldn't have happened if." She walked around my room shouting various phrases like "Why did she tell me?" and "Everyone know I spill under pressure."

"Pressure from what?" I ask hoping she'll come back to reality and out of hysterics.

Sighing she ignores me and continues to ramble on and on and on. I get up from my bed and make my way over to the joined bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and run it under the sink with some cold water. I get some ice cubes from the water I had earlier and placed them in the damp cloth. I tie it together so there's no way it would spill over my ballerina pink rug. I walk over to my sister and place the cloth oh her head bringing her back to reality. Finally!

"What was that for?" She asks wiping the water off her head and swinging drops of water everywhere. I see on drop on my computer and try not to yell.

"You were mumbling." Again. I don't say the last part she would have gotten extremely peeved for a baby sister.

"Oh." She says. "What were talking about before?" She asks.

"Something about why did she tell you?" I say.

"Oh."

"Is it that bad?" I ask. Her voice sound low and scratchy and she cracked towards the end.

"Umm." She mumbles again.

"Come on I am your big sister we tell each other everything." I plead. It wasn't true but still.

"Yeah right."

"Of course we do."

"When."

"Um I told you that I liked the cute coma guy on Wake up its Wendy." My favorite morning talk show of all time. They talk about everything from celebrity gossip to world issues.

"You just told me."

"See I just told you another thing about me." I joke.

"Brooke."

"Fine let's not get off topic and tell me this thing about mom."

She rolls her eyes take a deep breath and continues. "Momisgoneshewentoffwithtroytothecityandisn'tcomingbackforawhileandithinkweremoving."

She says it really fast and I ask her to repeat it several times before she says it slowly.

"Mom is gone. She went off with Troy to the city. She isn't coming back for a while. I am sure I heard Taylor talking mom about moving sometime this month."

"Whoa."

"I know."

"This is…"

"Wow."

"I know."

I crack about laughing even though I just found out some good news even though it may not be for Claire but Sam I am sure doesn't even notice how popular he is with all the little kids so it won't be a big deal.

That night.

The house is mysteriously quiet except for Sam adorably snoring on the couch and Claire occasionally flipping threw pages of her newest book, which I approve of. It's not some nerdy Science book for once.

Other then that it's just the plasma screens HD TV blaring the latest episode of Gossip Girl.

"Past the popcorn." I say reaching my hand out towards Claire who's flipping threw The Sweetest Far thing by Libba Bray pretty quickly.

She passes it over tons of cornels dropping all over Sam. I pick them up one by one until Sam turns over and I mistake that for him waking up. I scream and then my best friend Sara laughs like a five year old because Sam doesn't even flinch. She calls him vampire now and Cornel V behind his back.

"That was so a copy of Snow White." Sara resorts throwing her chestnut brown hair behind her back.

"What did you expect Cinderella?" I ask. We had just finished watching Sydney White and were debating if it was like Snow White or another Disney movie.

"No." She pouts rolling up her red Sophie shorts. "It was a total repeat I am telling you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO-YES." We say at the same time. That's was I love about Sara she make me laugh at the most awkward moments while not always but she makes me laugh.

I walk over to Sam, put him in his room, and close the door leaving barely a smidge open. I tiptoe back to the Media room where I find Sara dancing around the room to Brittney Spears Ice Breaker. Surprisingly Claire is dancing too not wanting to ruin the moment I join them ignore the vibrating sounds in my sweatshirt. I take off the Arizona Red Hawks sweats shirt off so I am in my tight fighting crystal white tank top that says, "What are you drooling at?" It says in big letters over my breast.

By the end of the night, three-thirty in the morning to be exact, we had all made it to our rooms. While only Claire, Sara and me had crashed out on the floor in the middle of MTV's hit show Next. I woke up to the annoying vibrating sound and reluctantly picked up my phone. I looked at the large screen and sighed when another bejeweled pink crystal fell off my Juicy Pink Sidekick 3.

Shit

The message read in this order.

9 missed calls

12-voicemail messages

6 new text messages

I looked at them all carefully they each had the same number. 1503-876-3400. Getting suspicious I decided to hear the voicemail messages first and work my way down.

"Hello Brooke." It was my mom. "Claire may have already told you but were moving and…

The line went blank

I tried again