Finally, I can get some sleep. I'll just go straight to bed. Nancy has a key and can't let Lindsay in when she brings her home. All she's going to do is watch cartoons or play online for a few hours anyway. That gives me a chance to get a little sleep. And after the night I've had, I need it. I can't believe that Sara finally shows some interest in me and then turns me down when I ask her to come over for breakfast. 'Other plans' were made to be broken. I'm just not important enough for her. Well, that obviously gives me a chance to spend some more time with Linds today. If Sara had come home with me for breakfast, I'd probably have called Nancy and told her to keep Lindsay for the day. At least this way, I get to spend some much needed time with my "not so little anymore" girl.

"Mom? Mom! M-O-M!!!" Lindsay was yelling as she entered the house. "Hmmmpphh. She must be sleeping," Lindsay said aloud as she walked down the hall to her mom's room. Yep, sound asleep.

Lindsay was planted firmly in front of the television only moments later when her cell phone rang. "Hello."

"Hey, kiddo. We still on for today?" the voice on the other end of the line said.

"Yeah, Mom is asleep and probably will be until I wake her up. So, we're good."

"Okay, I'll see you in a little bit, Short Stuff."

"Don't call me that. You know I hate that," Lindsay said playfully.

"Okay, Miss Midget. I'll see you in a few minutes."

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Lindsay practically left her shadow in front of the television because she ran so quickly to answer the door.

"Mom is still asleep. Did you bring everything?" Lindsay asked as Sara just stood on the door step. "Come on in."

"Yes, I brought everything we'll need. Did your mom tell you to wake her up or anything?"

"No. She was asleep when Aunt Nancy dropped me off. She's normally still up when I get home. I thought you two must have had a rough night if she went straight to bed," Lindsay explained.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that we had a rough night. Look, Linds, does your mom even know that I'm here?"

"So anyway," Lindsay hedged, avoiding an answer, "how do we make this gel stuff?"

Shocked, Sara said, "Lindsay! Please tell me that you cleared this with your mom before I came over here."

"Not exactly. Sara, please don't be mad. My teacher said we couldn't get our parents to help us, so I couldn't ask Mom. I don't really have anyone else who could help and if I had asked her, she would have said that she would just help me and that I shouldn't tell the teacher. I couldn't do that. That's like lying," Lindsay tried to explain herself to Sara.

"Lindsay, I shouldn't be here. Your mom is going to have a fit when she wakes up and finds me of all people in her kitchen," Sara tried to reason with the teen. "Look, you stay here. Unpack everything I brought. I'm going to wake your mom up."

"She won't like that. She can't stand for people to wake her up when she's not ready to get up," the younger Willows warned.

"I'll take my chances."