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So this chapter is really just a filler chapter. I had fun writing this little filler chapter anyway, so I hope you guys like it anyway!

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Aislinn's POV:

"So, what happened last night that caused Seth called and told Story that you needed to be picked up?" I asked flopping down on the couch, a bottle of water in my hand. Story was stretched out across the small two person couch, and Jasmine was sitting curled up in the recliner. I was stretched across the large couch. Both Jasmine and Story were wearing a pair of my basket ball shorts and a t-shirt, after picking Jasmine up, my mom took us back to the house, and both of them had to borrow clothes. My mom was called into the office for some emergency or something, and she had to get up early this morning so I had to like drag her out of the bed last night so we could pick Jasmine up. She was gone by the time we got up this morning, and my dad took Garrett somewhere to do something—I didn't really pay attention.

I watched Jasmine, and took a gulp of water from the bottle. Jasmine played with the edge of a couch pillow sitting her lap. Jasmine had a serious face on, her brow was furrowed, and her eyes were staring far off. Oh God, she's thinking! The last few times that Jasmine thought, it always led to disaster.

-Flashback-

"Ack! That's hot! Ahh!" I yelled my tongue sticking out of my mouth, and I was rapidly fanning it with my hands. Story had her head in the sink with her mouth underneath the faucet, letting the water wash over it. Jasmine had tears rolling down her cheeks, her face was flushed and sweating, and she was fanning her tongue too. I could feel myself sweating as well, and my nose felt like it was running. "What the hell is in that?" I asked as I rushed over to the freezer, and pulled out an ice cube and shoved it in my mouth.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know! I put what you told me in there to make the sauce thicker!" Jasmine said as she feverously fanned her tongue with her mouth. Story looked up from her position under the sink faucet, "Show us what you put in there" she said and quickly shoved her face back under the faucet. I watched Jasmine as she walked over to the fridge, and watched as she looked around the contents of the fridge. She finally found what she was looking for, and pulled it out, and looked at it. When her eyes grew to the size of saucers, I got scared. "What is it?" I asked moving the ice cube around in my mouth.

"I accidentally put hot sauce in it" Jasmine said showing me the bottle of red, really hot, hot sauce. I felt my eyes grow wide, "I said to put some Ketchup in it! How in the hell did you confuse Ketchup with hot sauce?" I asked as the ice cube in my mouth melting and my mouth quickly beginning to burn again. "I don't know! I just saw the red and grabbed it! I didn't really pay attention!" She said, "What did Jasmine put in it?" Story asked from by the sink, I took the hot sauce from Jasmine, and walked over to Story. "She put hot sauce in it, and it looks like half the bottle too!" I said looking at how the bottle was only half full. "Aw Shit" Story said.

-End Flashback-

I haven't touched hot sauce since that incident, and I haven't asked Jasmine to put anything into anything we're supposed to eat ever again. She remains on cleaning duty, and we still have to watch her to make sure she doesn't forget anything or cut herself on a knife or something. That's only one of the many times something has ended in disaster. There was another time that's probably one of my favorites.

-Flashback-

*8th Grade*

"Jasmine you're sure the school's open today?" Story asked as my mom pulled into the school's parking lot. There were only a few cars scattered around the parking lot, and there wasn't anyone in the parent line, and the few buses were sitting there, empty. Jasmine nodded her head, "I'm sure! The staff day's not till tomorrow" she said as my mom came to a stop and let us out. "Bye sweetie! Bye girls!" My mom called as we got out of her car, and made our way to the front doors. When we reached them, and tried opening them, the door wouldn't open.

"What the heck?" I asked pulling on a door handle. I walked down the row of doors, and pulled on the handles hoping one of them would open. None of them did. "Jasmine, I think you got the days mixed up" Story said looking around at the almost deserted school grounds. Jasmine shook her head, "No, I'm sure that tomorrow's the staff day" she said.

"What are you girls doing here?"

We all looked up to see our English teacher Mrs. Greggs looking at us, a cup of coffee in her hand. "What do you mean? Its school, aren't we supposed to be here?" I asked and Mrs. Greggs shook her head, "No, today's the staff day, I announced this yesterday at the end of class" she said. Story and I sighed simultaneously. Of course. "Better call Mom" I said pulling out my phone, and dialing my mom. "Fail" Story said.

-End Flashback-

There were plenty more, but those two are my most memorable. We had to wait an hour for my mom to come pick us up again, and Mrs. Greggs offered to just let us stay in her office but I knew if we did, she'd ask us to do some sort of errand. I liked Mrs. Greggs and all, but I had already wasted my free day coming to school when we weren't even having it, at that point, I just wanted to get home, and go back to bed. "Okay, Jasmine why don't you just tell us about how the date went first" Story said getting both mine and Jasmine's attention. Jasmine nodded, "Okay" she said. Several long moments passed by, and Jasmine didn't say anything, "Uh, Jasmine" I said, "Oh! Yeah, sorry" she said. I couldn't help, but laugh.

"Well we went to this small pizza place, and everything was going great until the waiter came to take our orders. He kept staring at me the whole time; he would wink, and stuff. He was kind of annoying cause he ignored that I was on a date, and Collin was sitting right there. Anyway, after he left with the pizza order we just talked about stuff…"

"Real specific there Jasmine"

"Well it was just like what our favorite colors were, what we were afraid of, stuff like that"

"You couldn't just say that in the first place?"

"Anyway, what happened next?" Story asked ending our little conversation, "Well when the pizza finally came we were just beginning to get to eat. The waiter flirted some more, and Collin told him to leave. Then just as were starting to eat, and I had a piece of cheese sticking out of my mouth..." I couldn't help but laugh. I could imagine Jasmine sitting in front of Collin with cheese hanging out of her mouth. I've never had that much trouble with pizza; it's spaghetti that's my worst enemy. I've always said it's the worst date food.

I mean, just imagine, you're sitting there in front of this guy you really like, and you go to take this bite of spaghetti, and instead of it all going in your mouth and some of it ends up hanging out of your mouth. Then you're stuck there trying to decide on what to do, because you don't want to slurp it, and if you end up biting it off, and the stuff falls back on the plate, you might be stuck with spaghetti sauce on your face. That just leads to you guys sitting there awkwardly. I only eat spaghetti when I'm at home or at a friend's house, they don't really care, they just laugh at me, and then it happens to them, and I laugh at them.

"What happened next?" Story asked getting Jasmine back on track—me too for that matter, I started rambling about how spaghetti's the worst date food. "Well that's when Anthony walked in" Jasmine said, "That asshole showed up?" I asked and Jasmine just nodded her head, I bit back any comment I was going to make, better just continue on because if you get me started on that guy, I'll just get myself all worked up, and I'll have the urge to go punch him or something. I noticed Story's mouth was in a tight line, she didn't like where this was going, and she was keeping her mouth shut too. Needless to say, we weren't exactly too fond of Anthony.

"When Collin asked who he was, and I told him who he was, Collin didn't really say anything else, but I could tell he didn't like him…" a look passed over Jasmine's face, it was a look of realization—maybe? And something else I couldn't put my finger on. I did notice how her cheeks turned red in a blush. If I wasn't so peeved about Anthony right now, I would have said something, and asked her why she was blushing.

"Anthony sat down in the booth next to me, and completely ignored Collin…"

"He what?"

"Yeah…he sat down right beside me, and even attempted to try, and hold my hand"

"He what?"

"Yeah….and then he, um….he um…."

"He what, c'mon Jasmine, tell us"

"He told me that he made a mistake, and he wanted me back…"

"HE WHAT!"

By now I was standing, and my poor water bottle had a few dents in it from where I had squeezed it so hard. Story wasn't standing up like I was, but she looked just as pissed as I was. Jasmine looked like she regretted telling us, and I guess I know why, because I want to go find Anthony right now, and punch him in the face. He was lucky that Story and Charlie were in a way holding me back when he broke up with her because when Jasmine came to me that morning, balling her eyes out, and told me that Anthony broke up with her because 'there would be prettier girls in high school…' I was ready to punch him right there, I didn't care that I was in school.

"I can't believe him!" Story yelled her bright blue eyes now like steel. "I can! I knew that scumbag would try something else! He dumped Jasmine and when no other girl would pay any attention to him, he decided to come crawling back to her! That asshole, son of a bitch, pretty boy, good for nothing…" and a long line of names followed. Jasmine didn't say anything, she would give a shot laugh at a few of the names, and Story looked like she agreed with me with every name I called him. They waited until I was done insulting Anthony, and when I flopped back down on the couch, with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, Jasmine and Story decided it was okay to continue. I was still pissed about Anthony, but I felt better after insulting him, if only he had been here to hear them. That would have made me feel a lot better.

"Well once Anthony said that, I told him that I would never go back out with him, and then Collin stood up and told me we should leave. So we did, and after we left there these gu—I mean there was this hole in the ground, and I didn't see it, and tripped, and hit my head really hard, and it made me kind of confused and Collin didn't want me walking home so that's why Seth called you to come get me" Jasmine said the last part very quickly. I noticed how she corrected herself, and rushed the last part, and how the last part didn't make any sense to me. Jasmine is almost always confused, and I would understand if she was knocked unconscious from hitting her head, but she looked fine when we picked her. Eh, it doesn't really matter anymore; we already picked her up.

I could tell Story caught the correction, and how quickly Jasmine rushed the last part, but she didn't say anything about it. We were both still too peeved about the whole Anthony thing to really do much of anything. "Poor Collin, he had to put up with the annoying waiter and Anthony" Story said breaking the silence, Jasmine nodded her head, "Yeah, it was bad, but it's okay now. I had a nice time other than that" she said. "That's good that your date wasn't completely ruined" Story said smiling at Jasmine who had that look in her eyes again, it was almost a knowing and something else look. Oh well.

That's when the door opened, I looked over my shoulder to see Garrett walking in through the door, "Where's Dad?" I asked him as he shut the door behind him. He looked over at me, "He's going over to Rick's to watch the game" he said "Are they going to be here all day?", "Um, yeah, why?" I asked. I did not want to deal with my little brother right now; I was NOT in the mood to have to put up with him. "I wanted to watch TV, stupid" he said and then I felt something hit me in the side of the head. I blinked, and looked down to see a Nerf gun dart sitting in my lap. "Someone get the Duct Tape" I said and I jumped over the back of the couch, and started chasing my brother. Story ran to go get the Duct Tape.

After much chasing, yelling, name calling, and accidentally falling down the stairs, we finally had my brother tied to a chair in the dining room; with neon green Duct Tape around his wrists, strapped to the arms of the chair, and around his ankles to the front legs of the chair. "Mom's going to yell at you for tying me up! You'll be in so much trouble!" Garrett yelled while struggling against the tightly knotted jump rope, and Duct Tape. "The only thing Mom will really yell at me about it putting Duct Tape on one of her dining room chairs. Trust me, there are times where Mom wants to tie you to a chair" I said trying to catch my breath from all the running.

I had huge bruises on my left knee, back, right bicep, and a soon to be huge knot on my head from where I lost my footing at the top of the stairs, and fell down them. I didn't care about the bruises much; it was falling down the stairs that sucked. Story placed the Duct Tape on the dining room table, she was trying to catch her breath too, and I had no idea where Jasmine had gone.

She probably got lost or something. "Aislinn the jump rope's really tight" Garrett whined I looked at him; I reached over, and checked to see how tight it was. It wasn't tight. "It's not tight! Now zip it Marshmallow Boy!" I said and Story laughed at the nickname. "So what do we do now?" Story asked after a short silence, I thought about it for a moment, and then I heard the sound of something breaking, and a loud thud. "We should probably go make sure Jasmine didn't just kill herself" I said.

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