DID YOU SEE LAST WEEK'S GLEE? KLAINE! YESH! I freaking love Klaine/Blurt. Badass…I guess is a word for it.

Hope your Spring Break was awesome if you already had it, or hope it will be if it's about to begin!

Just spent mine in Louisiana, pretty awesome stuff. Became obsessed with Hatsune Miku, I love "Love is War" and "Last Night, Good Night". Best songs ever. :) If you don't know her, she's a Japanese character of sorts. I recommend YouTube-ing "Love is War" and clicking the translated one so you know what she's saying. It's a great song…and video.

Speaking of "Japanese", if you haven't heard, Japan had that majorly terrifying earthquake! That's horrible.

Now, people are saying "Pray for Japan", but they mostly mean it in the anime/manga way, they don't what to lose that. Now we had a debate with my family, and I stood up and said: "Pray for Japan, pray for its people, but please, stop praying for its anime, no matter how good it is."

But I don't want to lose the anime and manga either so…I don't think I have any words for that side of the problem. I'm such a bad person. Speaking of that, look at my profile picture after reading/reviewing.

Well, onwards to Max POV!


Max POV

I sat on a metal bench alone, messing with my hair, barely paying enough attention to watch for the upcoming bus.

I was at a bus stop that was across from the Starbucks, where Dylan's dad had picked him up.

Anyways, after Dylan suggested we go out, the emo guy walked out casually like he didn't care, and my eyes tried not to follow him, instead I watched him in my peripheral vision as I spoke at last to Dylan. "I mean, I guess so. Why not?"

He grinned, "Why not?"

"Yup," I said, popping the "P" awkwardly. "Sure, just call me later. Way later, tomorrow or so later. My dad wants me to get on the bus that's coming soon."

"Er, okay, I'll call my dad to pick me up, you wanna ride?" He said, reaching into his back pocket for his cell, a Blackberry Storm. Isn't that sort of girly?

"No, I'm good..." I stood up; walking over to the trash can by the glass door. I fixed my jacket, adjusting the color so it brushed against my cheeks.

I tossed my hair over the sides of the collar, a car parked in front of me simultaneously.

I ignored it, waving goodbye to Dylan, and strode over to the other side of the street at the bus stop.

He nodded, and got in the car, thus my days with Dylan began.

Super.


I got off of the bus as it parked in front of a complex of apartments. I looked warily at it, and pulled my bags up to the gate. What was the code to open it? I typed in the series of numbers, and it creaked open. It felt almost like one of those moments in the horror movies in a haunted house of sorts.

The apartments were really old and on one side I saw vines going down one of them, but since my dad liked it, it must be a bit different than it looked on the outside.

Now, a word on my dad...he's a scientist. Or, more fittingly, was.

During the time of the divorce he was preoccupied with only my mother and us, but not the good kind; he was busy with mom over fighting about which kids he would get. He got none. Anyways, they fired him. The facility didn't want him and his chaotic personal issues. He's working now for the airport, and would be home now or right after me.

I made my way to building "B", and walked over to the stairway. I looked up the dark walkway, as night was slowly creeping in even its deepest corners.

I took a step cautiously; there were no lights to light the way. I sighed, and hurried up two flights to my dad's part of apartment "B".

12B's door was right in front of me, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do this. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I knocked on the door, hastily gripping my bags as I heard footsteps.

Then, Jeb opened the door. He looked at me with his blue eyes – a similar color to Angel and Gazzy's eyes - and smiled. "Max."

My dad has a very creepy mustache that gets in the way when he smiles, but it was welcoming nonetheless. His hair spiked up in every way, its bronze color catching even the littlest amount of light.

I was going to hug him, when a shadow caught my eye.

I looked down, and there was a little boy with dark brown hair staring up at me with wide, innocent brown eyes. I frowned at Dad, and he smirked.

"Max, give me a hug first," he said, and I wrapped my arms around him.

He kissed my forehead, and let go of me just as quickly.

"Max, this is Ari," he said, pointing down at the boy. "I saved him from the horrible place I worked, and claimed I was his dad here to take him home."

Hm, and I thought he liked it there. Sarcasm was intended. Ari smiled, all chipper and happy-go-lucky. "Daddy, is she my sister?"

"Yes," he whispered to boy.

I smile at Ari, and he grinned at me, glee was the emotion I assumed was running through his tiny mind.

I just called him little. Wow…

"Come in," Dad said to me.

I nodded, walking after him and the child I'd have to convince I was his sister. A barking came from the back, and a ball of black fur came barreling at my leg.

"Total?" I asked, glad. "It's been so long!" I picked up the Scottie, letting him lick my face.

"Your grandmother gave her to me, in case I needed company," Dad said, and Ari nodded.

I smiled, setting the excited dog down. Total ran around the room excitedly, yapping insanely like he was trying to say something.

Pfft, like dogs could talk, I thought to myself sarcastically, causing myself to smirk.

Jeb led me into a small room of sorts, "This was a study, but I fixed it to be your room…If you don't like the color, I can repaint it or something."

He opened up the door to let me step in first; I looked around, and was a bit overjoyed. My old room was two times smaller than this one, which is saying something because this room is barely large at all.

The walls were painted light lilac, and there was a matching bed that had deep lilac purple covers, the top comforter covered in delicate blue swirls all over it. The pillows were white with blue stripes on it, and matched perfectly. There was a dresser-mirror combination in front on the center wall, and a light tan, wooden desk with a matching stool. Beside it was a small white closet.

I looked at Dad, grinning. "It's amazing!"

"Daddy took forever on it," Ari said with a beam, looking at me.

"I bet," I nodded, looking back at the room, my heart fluttering a bit. With a nice room like this, already having a boyfriend, and a new brother and dog, life here could be good.

Maybe.


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