Hey People! My laptop works again! I'm so happy! It's awesome! J A new chapter is order, I believe, right? Uhm… Oh, I need to clear some shit up. (look at the next line…)

Okay, so Claire and I have been getting asked and stuff if Jess got pregnant in Florida. The answer is no. The first night she was there, she slept in Kit's bed, but he carried her there and, like, tucked her in since she was already KO. I will tell you, she got pregnant at Chloe's room back in Buffalo. I know it's kinda weird, but I've had it happen to me. Seriously. I did. About two years ago. My cousin. Uh… So I hope that clears some stuff up.

Ooh! I get to go to a Hollywood Undead concert! My parents said yes for when they come to Texas as long as I pay for my ticket. So I have to save up a lot of cash… Seriously. 'Cause I want floor seats. Really close floor seats. Mosh pits, crowd surfing… Fun… So much fun… And I'm dragging my dad into it all! HaHa… He'll stick out big time unless I pimp him out to look like he belongs there. He's just chaperoning me. *rolls eyes at the idea of a chaperone* And I'm gonna have to give him a long talk as we drive to Dallas or where ever I get him to take me for the concert(s) about letting loose. I want to go to two concerts. And I can if I pay my way in… Like I said, a hella cash. A hella lot of cash. And I don't start getting paid until next week when the hell hole known as school starts. And if HU comes before I can save enough, I'm just gonna have to put it on my tab until it's paid off. I am not missing one (or two) of these concerts.

Uhm… What else is there to say since I'm procrastinating… Oh, yeah. School starts Monday. My mom still needs to make my binder… Grr… Gotta get after her about that… Uhm… I GOT FOOTIE PAJAMAS WITH LITTLE TEDDY BEARS ON THEM! Sorry, they're so cute. I love them. Uhm… I got my hair cut off today. It's really, really short. J But I love it.

Today someone asked me "Isn't life just great?" in a really cheerful tone that pissed me off. I said, "Why should I give a fuck about life? I'm gonna die in the end anyway. And who says I have to live a life. Once I graduate high school I'll end up moving to Cali and going to college to be a coroner. All while I have multiple tats and piercing and getting shitfaced every so often. I have a life, I plan on ruining it all while making the best of it. I'll get a career, I'll party 'til dawn, and life will be 'just great.' That answer your question?" They just stood there, looking at me with a blank look. Then they shook their head like they were clearing it and moved along and asked some poor sap who had to deal with them.

The above was not to be offensive of anyone. It really did happen. And no preppy hippies who're high on something were hurt.

Uh… I guess I'll attempt the chapter…

Disclaimer: Uhm… Yeah… Nothing…

Derek and I were about to leave to the airport heading for Buffalo to visit my dad. It was one of the many visits we had made at least once a month since he flew up for Kit's and Jessica's. Six months had gone by since then.

Standing in the door way, we faced Kit and Jess. Kit had his arm around Jess, and she had her hands resting on her stomach. She was seven months pregnant, at least that's what her doctor said. Her first suspicion was at the wedding, when she had to run off before she spewed. She thought of the two possibilities available at the time. Either she had a bad bug, or she was pregnant. Thinking she was sick, she scheduled an appointment with a doctor. Of course, the doctor was on the same line as her and ordered an office pregnancy test.

Kit was there with her, so when the results came in, they apparently rejoiced with the same happiness they had at their reunion and wedding. And when the news came to the four of us kids, there was mixed emotions. Derek and I were happy for them. Simon was a little bewildered and took it kind of hard. Kit got a chewing out from him a while later away from Jess. And Tori was excited. Her half sister from her 'incubator,' as she put it, had been nothing like what she was hoping. And this baby would be a new start. A little sibling to take care of and play with. She took Jess aside and they started talking baby stuff.

But that's what happened then. It was now. And Derek and I were fixing to leave.

"You two be safe. I know we can trust you will, but still, we worry. Tell Steve we say 'hi' and give him out love," Jess said.

"We will, Mom. Don't worry," I said. "We're gonna miss our plane if we don't hurry."

"Okay. We'll see you in a week. And call us when you touch down."

"We will," Derek said.

We each gave a hug, and then we left, getting in the, called for, taxi.

Derek and I were in another taxi. This time, to the penthouse where Dad lived. And we were just rounding the corner. I had my copy of the key in my bag, so I went ahead and pulled it out.

Looking up, I smile. We were parked and Derek was standing holding open my door, luggage already out of the trunk. Key in my hand now, I went ahead and got out. Derek had paid the driver already, so all we had to do was go up to the penthouse.

We got into the lobby of the complex and then into the elevator. To get to the penthouse, you needed a card that allowed access to the floor. Since Dad knew we would just come in, he gave me one of the spare cards he had. And that's how we got home.

In the penthouse, it was quiet. Dad said he had to go run a few errands, but would be back before we arrived, so it was odd not to hear the TV going. I looked to Derek. He was already taking our bags to our room. So I called, "Der?"

"Yeah?" he was quick to respond, turning to look at me.

"Dad home? It's oddly quiet…"

"Uh-huh. He's in his room."

"Okay. I'm gonna go check on him and make sure he knows we're here."

"'Kay."

Derek turned back towards the room, and finished going to put away our stuff. As he did that, I went to the master bedroom. Derek said that he was there, so it'd be the obvious place to go check on him.

Walking into the room, I looked around. Dad was there. But where in the room he was, scared me. He was laying on the floor, face down, head towards the door. It scared me to death.

"DEREK!" I screamed. "Derek hurry! Get in here now! And bring a phone!"

I heard loud footfalls as Derek ran towards the room. He had the phone from the kitchen in his hand as he burst through the open doorway, head swiveling back and forth as he surveyed the room.

His eyes resting on the unconscious body of my father, he started dialing. As he started talking to the person in the phone, I broke down and watched as he padded to my dad and checked pulse and such. Finally, after a few minutes, Derek hung up.

"They're sending an ambulance," he said softly, coming up to me where I had slid to the floor and sitting down, wrapping his arms around me. "He'll be okay. I promise. He will."

I leaned into him, and just stayed the way I was. Quiet. Shocked. Scared. Worried. What if my dad didn't come out of this?…

I rode in the ambulance with Dad. Derek said he'd follow in Dad's car. Yes, Derek drove. He would have driven us to the airport if we wouldn't have had to leave the truck there. But he drove Dad's car and I rode with Dad. It wasn't very long before we arrived at Buffalo General. I got out and began explaining to the doctors what happened as they wheeled dad to the ER.

"My fiancé and I had come to visit from where we live. He went to go put away our luggage and I went to tell my dad that we were home. I get to the bedroom and I see him laying facedown, head towards the door like he was leaving the room and collapsed. I don't know what happened. I didn't see or anything," I babbled.

"Miss? Miss, calm down. We need you to fill out what forms you can in the waiting room. We're gonna take your dad to the back. Okay? I need you to go with the nurse, here," the doctor I was talking to said, his voice supposed to be calming.

I just nodded, and the nurse walked up and stood beside me. The doctors wheeled Dad away as I stood there.

The nurse, Aphrodite as I learned her name to be, took me to the waiting room. Derek was there. He was standing against the wall, waiting for me, I guess. When I entered the room, his head snapped straight to me. I walked away from the nurse to him, and just wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me, but kept looking up.

Aphrodite padded over to us, a clipboard with papers in her hands. She bent over, giving Derek a quick once over as she set the forms on the table we stood next to. Derek nodded to her as he held me, and she walked away.

I was sitting in a small, private hospital room with Derek beside me as I held my dad's hand. We had filled out the paper work about an hour ago, and they had taken dad and examined him, finding he had had a massive heart attack. They moved him to the room we were in now and he was stable.

But I couldn't do anything but hold his hand. He was in a coma. They said it was from shock and he should come out of it within a few hours, but I remember when the same thing happened with a close friend. She didn't come out of it for days. And then Mom… She was in a coma for two months before Dad decided to pull her off life support. So it still scared me. I could lose my dad.

The thoughts in my head made me start to cry. I kept hold of Dad's hand, but turned into Derek for comfort as my body was wracked with sobs.

Derek and I were visiting Dad in the hospital. He was still in a coma, had been for three days now. The doctors said he was completely fine, just shock. But I still worried.

Usually, when I visited, I'd just sit there with Derek, his arm around me, and I'd hold Dad's hand and talk to him. I'd tell him what was happening, give him news on Jessica's pregnancy, tell him I love him, ask him to wake up at times. He never responded, but I knew he heard me.

I was just sitting there today, whispering to him, telling him I missed him, when I felt something squeeze my hand. At first I thought I was just thinking it, but then when I began a new subject to tell Dad, I felt it again. This time, I looked down. The squeeze came again. He was squeezing my hand.

"Dad?" I whispered.

He squeezed my hand again.

"Daddy?" I said a little louder.

This time he squeezed my hand twice. This made me beam with anticipation. "Derek?" I squeaked. "Go get a nurse, a doctor, someone! I think he's waking up!"

Derek didn't even say anything, he just stood and walked out the room to go find someone. While Derek was gone, Dad began to move a little more than just squeezing my hand. His eyes would flutter every so often, but never fully open.

A relief to my eyes was when Derek walked back in the room, followed by the nurse, Aphrodite, and the on duty doctor. They checked him over, and he was, in fact, waking up. They said that he was fine, and that since they know he was up, that he would just need to stay tonight, then tomorrow, if he was still good, he could go home.

I smiled at that. Dad was back together again.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I am soooooooooooooooo sorry. I swear I kept trying to get the chapter done, but school came up and then my mom is planning three surgeries that will happen at the same time. And other stuff came up. I never meant to abandon y'all! I swear, once I get through the first couple weeks of school and volleyball games, I'll be good and less stressed and shit. Please, please, please forgive me. I will try to get the next chapter up there faster. I am sooooooooooo sorry, yet again. And trust me, more apologies will be in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, don't be mad at me, or Claire, it's just crazy.

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