The rest of year 9 went by smoothly, Chris eventually backed off when he noticed I couldn't care less, and he moved onto a new, new guy named Carl. Poor Kid.

Mom kicked Dad out just before Christmas and I haven't seen or heard from him since, until the police called Mom and informed us that he is in prison. About time too!

Mom is doing fine now, after months of apologising and crying. Jazzie hasn't gotten over it, she doesn't care about that fact that he tried to beat me to death. it's the fact that he hasn't tried to contact her.

Me, Dan, Tom and Harry are still best friends but Tom had finished high school now, Lucky Bastard, and has a place in a posh college, taking Music and English Literature, Smart Arse. Harry starts year 11 and me and Dan start year 10 in September. It is currently the six week holidays.

Me and Harry are in the park by his house waiting for Dan and Tom, enjoying ourselves on the swings. I don't care how old we are, you are never to old for the swings!

"So, mate, looking forward to school?" He said casually.

"Can't wait, mate." I replied sarcastically.

"year 10 isn't that bad, just coursework the size of Everest!" He said laughing at my disgusted face.

Just then we saw Tom in the distance running towards us.

"Watch out, Smart arse is coming." Harry said looking out.

"Hey, guys!" He said when he eventually reached us. He isn't the fastest runner, but then again, who am I to judge?

"Well, I say Chap, Doesn't Thomas look absolutely spiffing this evening?" I said putting on my best posh voice.

"Jolly Hockey sticks, I do say he does. And how are you Sir Douglas, on this fine night?" Harry said grinning at Tom.

"I'm absolutely superb. Thank you for asking, Sir Harold."

"Oh, Sod off!" Tom said folding his arms, which made us laugh harder.

"Where's Dan?" Harry asked when we eventually calmed down.

Me and Tom Shrugged.

We sat there for another 30 minutes, waiting, texting, calling, trying to get in touch with Dan which was no use at all, until we saw Dan in the distance, hands in his pockets and looking at the ground.

"oh Dear." Tom said.

Danny wandered towards us to where we were.

"Hey." he said quietly.

"Mate, what's up?" Harry asked.

"Mom's getting married." He mumbled.

"Err, Don't mind me asking but isn't that good?" I asked confused.

"Not when its that dick, Dom!" Danny Shouted.

"ah" Harry whispered.

I Nodded.

Dan is always saying that Dom treats him differently to his other children. Dom has been married twice before and has three other children. Two boys, Gordon and Tony and one girl, Chelsea. All older than Danny.

"So, when's the wedding?" Harry asked quietly.

"1st September."

We gasped. I fell off my swing backwards but immediately stood up.

"what? But that's in three weeks!"

He nodded.

"It gets worse, Mom and Dom want to start a new life together, in Vegas."

"Fuckin' Vegas!" Tom said. "No offence, Dude, but that's a bit risky, Don't ya think?"

He nodded.

"No! No! No! This isn't right, your education, your while life!-" I started to mumble to myself, but the guys still heard me. "-no, we can sort this out! You can live with me, until you get a job and then we can get a flat together, and work on our song writing, get signed, become rockstars! Then you will meet a girl, probably a model, fall in love, get married, have kids, and be happy! Yeah, sorted!" I turned around and saw all the guys looking at me, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, as much as I like your plan, it's already booked, I'm moving." He said the last part quietly. He put his arm around me and pulled me into a hug.

"Just do me a favour, yeah?"

"Sure, anything."

He smiled.

"Make sure you live that life, except for the model, She's mine." I laughed.

"You got it." I said quietly.