Book two-chapter nine- "A birthday to remember, Part one."

Date: July 9, 2009. My birthday.

I hope Bill isn't going to wake me up by coming in my room EVERYDAY. It's really getting annoying.

"You awake?" Bill asked quietly. He sat down on the floor beside my bed.

I groaned and rolled over, away from his face. "No."

"Well you're going to have to be soon. Your dads gunna call later." Bill used the word "Gunna" alot. It was like he was married to it.

I sat up and looked down at Bill. "Fine." I rolled out of bed and shooed him out so I could get dressed.

After I was dressed, I went outside without bothering with breakfast. Gustav, who wouldn't go home, tried to shove a piece of toast down my throat (not literally). I had just turned to the back door and ignored him. The Twin's back yard was huge. I layed down in the hammock. It swayed with the wind and my eyes close instictively. I loved the outdoors. Walking, jogging, running. I always wanted to be walking somewhere. But with Donnie out there somewhere, noone would let me leave by myself. They would eventually, just not now.

I must have fell asleep because Gustav was suddenly looming over me. He handed me my cell phone. I had purposly left THAT indoors, where I couldn't be bothered by it.

"It's your father." He said when I refused to take it. "And I don't think he likes me." He added.

I took the phone from his hand, "Thats because you are a guy, and I'm staying in the same house as you."

Gustav seemed to get it and walked away.

"Hi dad." I said into the phone. Gustav was sitting on the back steps. I got up and walked over to sit beside him. I suddenly felt lonely over there.

"How are you, baby?" That was my dad. Always sounding creepy when he talked to me, when in fact, he just missed me.

"I'm fine." I answered shortly. He hated that, short answers. I was alot like my dad. Well in looks anyway. I was built like him. A little fat, but not really fat, just a big build. And my curls came from him too. My hair color came from my Mom, and thankfully, so did my face. I looked just like her with facial features, but my body was my dads... That sounded dirty, didn't it?

My thoughts were cut off with the harsh sound of my dad's voice. "No! You are not! Why have you decided to not come home?"

"Well two reasons," Here comes that Dawna attitude, "Number one, I wanna stay in Germany untill Mum is found and Number two, I would suffer at your house."

"IRENE!" He yelled. Gustav looked at me. Yup. He'd heard it.

"What? I would. No matter what I was going through, you and Jean would STILL make me do something!" My father and I had this "Conversation" often. Jean was his girlfriend. She had an 18 year old daughter and a son, who was 20-something. Her daughter, Alyssa, was a BIG girly-girl. She was going off to college next year. And even though Jean and I got along most of the time, we had fights.

You see, I think she hates that I'm not exactly like her daughter was when she was my age. I talk back, Alyssa never did, I don't do housework unless asked, Alyssa always did without being asked. And I ain't no damn girly-girl. I wore jeans and t-shirts alot, which means skirts were seldom for me, and I felt most comfortable in a not-form-fitting sweater, which Jean thinks makes me look like a boy. Funny that nobody else does.

But anyway, after some silence, dad spoke back, "No she would not!"

"Really? You guys made me clean a yard thats not mine. By the way, my hand is STILL red from those gloves." I might've had some allergic reaction from them.

"This IS your yard! You grew up here!"

"That means nothing!" I snapped. "I don't live there anymore."

"Don't use that attitude towards me!"

Watch this, it's fun. "What attitude?"

Wait for it... "Your MOTHER"S attitude."

What did I tell ya? Told you he hates it. Want to hear something else he hates? Texting lingo (u, r, ur, mi, waz, ect.) and, "Whatever."

"Don't you whatever me! I was nice enough to say you could stay with people I don't know. You could be here in a snap!"

"Just google them." I told my dumbass father. "Then, You'll know ALL about them. AND, if they go somewhere and has to take me with them, you can track where I am." I didn't want to hear this. I threw my phone in Gustav's lap and plopped myself back into the hammock.

Gustav was happy to hang up on my father for me. He placed the phone down and came over to me. He streched over me so he was laying across my stomach. It's funny how all four of the guys are my best friends.

"You don't like your father, do you?" He asked me.

"No. It's not that, I love my father, I just hate that HE loves to take orders from a woman who I'm pretty sure lives to torture me."

Gustav nodded and looked up to the sky. It was a clear day and the wind was just perfect. Not too cold, but not a hot wind either. "Hmm..." He looked thoughtful. "So, wanna come to my house today? The twin's are going to be out all day and I'm bored."

"Ok." I answered without thinking. I just wanted out of here.

A/N: That is one thing Irene and I have in common, our lovely fathers XD Just sayin'.

~Rina