Wooo! Sup fellow fanfiction readers? Yeah, I know I took a while to update. I had a pretty bad case of writer's block. Once I made the little weird-ass stupid preview for this story that's now on youtube; I guess I just kinda lost my drive. Well, consider me back in 1st gear, 'cause I whipped this one out for you tonight XD. Idk, I guess I was in a good mood, so I figured why not write before these people kill me? Ya know. But, I'm getting braces bright and early Thursday morning at 8 fucking A.M -points gun at head- Idk, I'm up for the change, but who the hell wants to kiss a chick with braces, right? God, what a downer. Anyway, I had a good time writing this one, 'cause my ex is alllllllllllllll up in it -insert evil laugh here- MUAHAHHAHA! Anyway. Yeah. Before I make myself seem like an even bigger idiot, here ya go guys. R&R bitches =)

Disclaimer: Despite what her mother thinks, I do own Emily. Ex or not, she's always gonna be My Bitch...mostly because that's her contact name on my cell phone...but that's besides the point.

I stood in front of the house that looked like it was straight out of a typical family-sitcom. This takes the whole "white-picket fence" house to a whole 'nother level. To think that the girl farthest from the norm' actually lived here at one point.

"Can I help you?" I swiftly turned around to see a tall guy standing at the beginning of the walkway. He looked a lot like her... "I know I'm sexy, but it is kinda rude to stare...and its also kinda weird you're standing in front of my house looking like a Realtor..." He paused and stomped his foot hard on the gravel. "SHIT! Please tell me mom didn't sell the house again."

I gave him an incredulous look; no doubt he was related to her. This boy's an idiot. "No, but I am actually looking for someone who's said to live here." Ew, how formal of me.

"Okay...that's kinda...cryptic..." He shook it off before going back to what I assume to be his usual idiotic manner. "Anyway; who would that be?" I looked down at the name written on my hand in big bold letters.

"Emily--" Before I said the last name, he cut me off.

"Oh jeez, what'd she do now?" he asked as he scratched the back of his neck and grinned.

"Nothing." I struggled to come up with a good lie. "I went to school with her back in the day."

"Ah, so you two must've been pretty tight then, huh?" What a moron...

"Mhmm. I haven't talked to her in forever; figured I'd catch up, and all that." I managed to even fake a smile. Apparently, the stupid boy took the bait and walked to open the door.

"Since I doubt you have any idea who I am; I'm Shawn," he introduced himself while searching through his jean pockets for the house key. Once it was found, he continued rambling on. "Consider me the unnatural spawn of my mom and ma." He smiled as he turned the key in the lock and open the door. "Mom! Someone's here for you!" he yelled.

"I'll be down in a minute!" the voice called back from upstairs.

"A minute in her world is twenty in ours," he gestured twords the kitchen. "Don't get freaked out by some random stranger offering you something to drink. I swear I won't spike it."

About eighteen minutes and two cans of Mountain Dew later, a brunette came walking into the kitchen. Shawn immediately got up from his seat on the kitchen counter and walked off. I could hear his footsteps as he jolted up the stairs.

"So, you're here to see me?" the brunette questioned. I nodded in response and stood up to at least somewhat properly introduce myself. Once I was on my feet, I noticed how short this bitch was. No lie, she couldn't be more than like...5'4''...or less...

"Um, I'm Ashley." I offered my hand out to her. With a smile, she shook it.

"Emily, nice to meet you." She dropped my hand and took a seat across from where I was first sitting at the kitchen table. "Not to be rude, but why did you want to see me?" Her happy demeanor suddenly turned serious; kind-of business-like.

"Err...Umm..." I cringed at my stupidness. Stupidness?! Is that even a fucking word?! "YouknowShannonLevy," I stated quickly...and all in one word.

She swiftly spit out the water she took a gulp of before my outburst. Seriously, I didn't even notice she grabbed a water bottle in the first place. You're losing it, Davies...

"Come again...?" she asked, grabbing a napkin and wiping water off of the corners of her mouth. I wasn't really paying attention to that though; I was too busy laughing like a horny teenage boy on the inside at her question. Come again...dirty without even realizing it.

"You. Know. Shannon. Levy," I repeated my earlier statement; trying to shake-off all the dirty images her comment gave me.

"Okay, I'm not an idiot; I was just a little shocked..." She placed her hands on the somewhat soaking wet table.

"Why?" I copied her actions. This honestly felt like some bad business meeting in Donald Trump's office.

"No one really talks about her anymore...since she died..." I could tell she was trying to sound hurt and depressed, but it all came off fake once she rolled her eyes.

"Died my ass," I murmured. "You can cut the BS." She looked kind of shocked by my reply, but almost immediately she had this cold stare set on me. Well, apparently this must've been the look she gave 19 that made her fall for her.

"What happened to her now?" she asked darkly. "Did she die again?" I shook my head. "Cancer for the 3rd time? Another heart attack to add to the list? Or did she get shot for the umpteenth time?" I repeated my action. "Lost another limb then?" I shook my head for the 3rd time. "I'm running out of mindless injuries over here."

"No need to think of anymore. As far as I know, she's actually doing quite well." When it comes to fucking up my life and all. You know how it is.

"Well isn't that a pity?" Emily replied sarcastically as she took a cautious sip from her water bottle. "You still have yet to explain to me why you're here."

"I spent a good deal of time with her, but she never really talks about you. I figured, why not meet the first woman in my little 'mentor's' life?"

"Now who's BSing." Obviously, she's not as slow as her offspring. He must've gotten that from his other mother.

"Let's just say I'm looking for some..." I paused for dramatic effect. "Revenge."

She leaned in closer to me from across the table. "I'm listening."