At 6 o'clock, the mall closed and the 7 friends went in their separate directions, towards their houses. Warren turned to Jenna and said, "You didn't say anything to them, did you?" Jenna shook her head and said, "Nope. I really do think that the tiger fits your personality; fierce but cute." She smiled and pinched his cheek playfully. He swatted her hand away and smiled, saying, "You still coming to dinner?"

Her face went blank and she said, "What?" She realized what he meant and said, "Oooh, right. Yea, I am. I just have to go tell my parents and put my shirt away. I'll be right back." She raced into her house and up the stairs, putting her shirt away, applying a bit of make up, fixing her hair, spraying some perfume on and then walking downstairs to inform her parents where she was going.

Finally, she walked back outside and down to Warren. He rolled his eyes and said, "In and out mean anything to you?" She grinned and said, "I wanted to look pretty for your mom!" He rolled his eyes and said, "You shouldn't have bothered. You looked pretty before." Jenna smiled and kissed his cheek. "Spoken like a true tiger." He glared and pushed her into his house. She laughed a bit before she was engulfed in a hug from who she could only imagine was Warren's mom.

"Hey, Mrs. Peace. It's nice to meet you," Jenna said into the woman's shoulder. Mrs. Peace laughed and said, "Please, call me Angela. Mrs. Peace is my business name." Jenna smiled and looked at Warren. He shrugged and said, "Mom, this is Jenna Lawrence. She's a…friend…from school." Jenna raised an eyebrow at the hesitation on the word 'friend', but let it go when Angela said, "Lawrence! Oh, your father's Jonas, isn't he? Your parents and Warren's father and I went to school together. Oh, your parents were inseparable back then…Baron would be so proud to see his son friends with his best friend's daughter."

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After a dinner of spaghetti, Angela led Jenna into the living room while Warren offered to wash the dishes. Jenna offered to help him, but Warren shook his head and Angela pulled her onto the couch. Angela pulled a few books off of the shelves and put them on the coffee table. She then sat next to Jenna and opened one of the books. It was full of pictures of Warren when he was first born. Jenna 'awed' Warren's photos. She noticed that the red streak was natural.

After that first scrap book-and Angela's explanations of each photo in it, Warren walked into the living room and groaned deeply when he saw what they were doing. Angela's eyes sparkled and she patted the couch. "Come on, Warren," Jenna said, smiling. Not in a taunting way, but a genuine smile. Warren sat down next to her and draped his arm across the back of the couch, looking at the scrapbook in Jenna's lap.

In the second scrapbook were photos of Baron and Warren. Playing, eating, wrestling, on of Warren sleeping on his dad's chest, one on Warren's fifth birthday. He smiled at the memories. The next scrapbook was of Angela and Baron's wedding. After that, Angel and Baron while Angela was pregnant with Warren, and finally, an old yearbook from Angela and Baron's senior year.

They looked through all the pictures, Angela pointing out people she used to know, some people she still did know, people she didn't like back then, people she didn't like now, herself, Baron, the Commander, Jetstream, Jonas and Lily (Jenna's mother). By the time they were finished, Jenna was smiling a lot and Warren had his chin on her shoulder, looking at the pictures.

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It was almost 10 when Warren pulled Jenna up to his room. Jenna sat down on his bed and said, "You're mom's awesome, Warren." Warren smiled wistfully and said, "Yea…so's yours, though." Jenna smiled and said, "I don't think I can sleep here tonight, school, you know…so I should probably get going soon." Warren nodded and said, "Soon." He pulled out another scrapbook. This one was of their gang. It wasn't full, though. "Layla started it a while ago. She passed it to me to put some pictures of the group in that I took…I thought I should pass it to the next person." Jenna grinned and said, "I remember most of the pictures you took."

She opened the book and looked at Layla's bright green pages, filled with pictures of everyone. Maj and Zack together, doing homework, Will and Ethan talking on the couch in the den. Jenna and Warren in the den, playing video games. Warren's pages were dark red. He started out with an individual picture of everyone. Zack trying to rap, Maj laughing at Zack's pathetic rap, Will striking a pose, Layla growing a flower, Jenna grinning at something and Ethan halfway through a melt. Warren had somehow managed to catch him with his face still in tact. Then he had a group picture, taken in the Paper Lantern that first night.

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The next day at school, Jenna handed the book to Ethan at lunch. "I spent half the night putting that together…I couldn't sleep," Jenna said, grinning sheepishly at Warren and Layla. Her pages were bright pink. She had pictures from the amusement park mostly. A picture of Warren holding her blue cotton candy, Will and Layla in the fun house, Ethan on the Ferris wheel, Maj and Zack in the haunted house (Zack was glowing). Then she had some pictures her mother had taken while they were in the pool. Layla, Will, Warren and Jenna playing chicken, Maj and Zack dunking each other, Will, Layla, Ethan, Maj and Zack talking while Warren and Jenna tried to dunk each other, and finally, Warren and Jenna trying to dunk each other right before the doorbell rang and her father came out.

Everyone laughed at the memories. Ethan put the book in his bag and promised to have it finished soon to give to the next person. The rest of lunch was spent play fighting with food (Warren and Jenna started a mini-food fight between themselves and when Will got hit by Warren's chip, everyone joined in, except Ethan, who was taking pictures for his part of the scrapbook) until a tall, leggy blonde walked up to the table, smiling.