The drive to Joshua's house was very very long. My head had started swirling and I had already abandoned trying to figure out the way. It wasn't long before we were covered with trees and the sky had become quite dark. I looked up and knew for sure it was about to rain.

"Do you like chocolates?" Joshua asked giving me a heart failure.

"No," I snapped.

"I don't get it. You don't like pink, you don't like chocolates, you don't like shopping and you're a girl." he said carelessly whistling to the tune on the radio.

"Well, that's just how I am. You've got a problem with it. Leave me alone." I suggested.

"No, I don't have a problem with it." he answered back calmly.

We sat in a silence a few minutes. Not talking, Joshua happily humming to his songs on the radio and if any were his favorites, he turned it up loud and sang along. He suddenly started flipping through the channels on the radio and finally decided on one in which, Celion Dion's 'My heart would go on' was playing.

"YOU'RE HERE THERE'S NOTHING I FEAR!" He yelled at the top of his voice. I covered my ears.

"Will you shut up?" I snapped at him. "God, Joshua you sound like a dying cow! Will you do me a favor and not let my ears bleed here?"

"Alright, alright. No need to sweat!" he said smirking to himself.

"You are seriously retarded." I commented as he started laughing. And to my immense surprise even I cracked a smile.

"Oh my God," he said looking over. I quickly wiped the smile off my face. "You just smiled."

"No I didn't." I answered a little too quick.

"Did too,"

"Did not,"

"Did too,"

"Did not- and please don't say anything. I'm trying not to act like a ten year old over here." she said.

"Okay," he said turning back to the front silently.

I listened to the music and put my head back on the head rest and stared outside the window.

"Say," he started. He sounded a little nervous. "What's the matter with your mom and you?" he asked but before I could answer he went on. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to- it's just that I thought we could talk-"

"My father died," she said cutting across him. "And I wanted to stay with my aunt. That is until I finished my schooling but then … she had to go Europe. She told me a reason which, I swear, did not understand a word of it. And she also told me that I had to go live with Julie so I came, a after a long, long argument but I came." I told him looking out of the window. I could feel his eyes on me.

"She left me when I was eight. So it just follows theory," I said with a strained laugh, "If she didn't want me then, why would she want me now?"

"I'd argue otherwise," he said quietly.

"Yeah but I'm not going to listen to your argument am I?" I snapped back.

"Okay, okay… keep your hat on. We're here."

"Finally," I said but that was all that I could manage.

We had reached the west coast and I could see the waves rippling. But what had opened my mouth into a wide tunnel was the house. It was a victorian styled house made of stone. I was sure I wouldn't be surprised if there were around ten rooms. Four cars stood lined at the side. I didn't the names but I was sure the were very … very … very expensive. I swallowed hard and.

Joshua had happily skipped off to the porch whistling to himself. I followed him hesitantly and stood before the door. I could feel a large lump standing in my throat as realization dawned on me. This guy was rich.

And rich guys are not to be trusted. At all.

He opened the door and stepped in I followed him. I never knew I could walk so quietly. There was hallway, portraits hanging from it.

"My mother decorated the whole place. She loved the Victorian age and she also loved portraits." he explained.

We walked into the living room and I stood my place again. Three french windows stood facing me. There was a large chandelier above my head and the couches were a pale green. The walls were a ver pale yellow and the curtains were the same as the couch for the windows. There was a large family picture above the fire place.

A man and a lady sitting on chairs and behind them, three children stood. The lady had a heart- shaped face with kind features while the dark- haired man looked … powerful. A girl stood in the middle whom I realized was Joshua's sister Marianne and his brother Gary on her right and Joshua on her left.

"My father, my mother and my sister and brother." he said as he plopped himself onto the couch. "Have a seat."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'd dirty it." she said as she tried to smile but it turned into a grimace.

"Oh don't say that." he said but turned and looked at her with a keen interest. "Sit down." I went and sat down at the far end of the couch.

"Oh Michelle is that you?" came a soft voice. I turned around and stared at the entrance. "I thought I heard somebody- oh!" A lady with bronze hair wearing an emerald green dress had appeared in the doorway.

"Oh my God," I muttered. "It's the queen of England."

Bad for me Joshua had heard this and had roared into laughter. His mother stared from me to him with a polite curiosity etched on her face and then smiled.

"Hello dear, forgive my indecent son. My name's Ella. And you are-?"

"Carter. Carter Williams. I'm your indecent son's Physics partner." I said shaking hands with her. She gave a light laughter that I felt so uneasy with. It was like being introduced to the mayor's wife. I rubbed my hands over my jeans to make sure they were clean.

"Can I make you some tea, Carter?" she asked.

"Oh no, no." I muttered.

Behind them Joshua was still roaring with laughter.

"You know Joshua, i don't have all night, can we get started?" I asked.

"Sure," he managed to say between his chuckles. "Why don't we go up to my room?" he suggested.

"NO," I said quickly and loudly. Ella had reappeared in the doorway and I shut my eyes in embarrassment. "Why don't we finish it … not in your living room?" I suggested.

"Okay," he said as though not sure how this had happened. "Why don't we go to the dining room?"

He got up and the minute he had reached me his eyes turned round and wide.

"You think I'm about to rape you," he stated.

"What?" I asked laughing. "No."

"Then why else don't you want to come to my bedroom?"

"I have my reasons. Mind your-"

"-own business, yeah I know." he finished the sentence for her smirking.

"Besides, I'm sure you won't be able to do that." she said as a smirk dawned on her face.

But the reaction from him was nothing of what she had expected. "Oh my God," he said. "You have a sense of humor."

They started out mainly taking down notes and muttering to took them two hours to simply design their project and when they were almost done, the door opened with a loud bang. She twisted her neck so fast that she cricked it. Marianne stood there, Gary right behind her.

"Oh hello, Carter. You know I always liked Michelle." she said. She quietly came inside opened the fridge, took out a can of milk and walked back out. Gary had smiled and winked at me before following his sister.

"What's up with you and Michelle?"

"Oh nothing. She's just …" he stared at the notebook he had in his hand for a few minutes before speaking again. "We started going out when I was in my ninth grade and we've been on and off and on and off and well I just thought that perhaps going out with the hottest girl in school would make me … popular. But I think sense finally found me." He smiled satisfied with what he said.

"It's eight. I need to get home." she said.

The drive back was quiet. The darkness outside was added by heavy rain halfway through. When we reached my building I got down and then looked back in.

"Friends?" I asked giving out my hand.

"That's all, come on." he whined.

"Well if you don't want anything …"

"Alright, alright … friends."

We shook hands and he left. I watched him go and turned back not until he had left the street. I opened the door to the apartment and found Julie sitting on the couch.

"You weren't in Chloe's house." she said.

"I know," I answered calmly while I passed.

"Who was that in the car?"

"Nobody," she answered and walked into her room.

I plopped down on my bed and thought only about one thing.

No matter how stupid he was, I was starting to like this Joshua Bryans.

Author's Note:

People who are reading this, I am seriously begging you, to just leave a review. I can't type if I think nobody's reading … so please. And also I've decided to update my stories on a regular basis instead of when I feel like it. So all I can say is enjoy!