(Reggie's POV)

"Reggie there's a package here from your dad!" Uncle yelled from the living room. Why did the UPS come so early in the fricking morning, honestly? I was already running late so I went and grabbed the package while in a pair of leopard print shorts and a blue tank top. I ran with it into my room and opened the letter first.

'Reg;
Hey sweetie, the gang misses you, just so you know. I hope you're not too mad, you haven't responded to my e-mails. Your uncle says you've been secluded lately, that doesn't sound like you. I'm sorry for making you do this, but I need you to understand. Nikkie says you haven't answered your phone for anyone lately. Reggie call me sometime. You know I'd love to talk anytime.
Love,
Raymundo.'

Otto let Amanda into the house while I pulled on my black sweat pants and a white v-neck shirt. Stepping into a pair of pink flip-flops and lining my eyes. I looked like a mess. That was fine though. I dumped all my purses onto my bed and didn't see one I wanted so I just used my Volcom bag anyways. I needed a way to organize them, hooks? No. A pole. I'd go buy one. No, better yet I'd make one.

And that's how I spent my wood shop hour. I cut the stock for the post, ran the edges over the router and drilled holes for the pegs. I shaped a few pegs on the band saw and drum sander. I came back in lunch/advisory. I finished the rest of the pegs and glue them in. I was going to do the same on Monday and Tuesday if necessary. I did not want to wait for this.

Amanda took me to Driver's Ed after school, I finished two tests. My Uncle brought me to work after that. In between orders and when I got a break I'd glance over chapters in the book. My class couldn't last a month. I didn't have that kind of time. Sure, I had my permit but I wouldn't be able to drive until this class was over. The only time I got to drive was when Aiden let me drive the jeep his grandmother had bought him to bring Aimee around in. His grandparents were rich, his grandfather was an oil tycoon and his grandmother taught a knitting class. Aiden brought Aimee in at 7:42 and greeted me with a smile. I kissed his cheek.

"She's gorgeous." I told him as I showed him to a booth.

"Yeah, she is." He had a bright smile on his face.

"Can I hold her?" I questioned. He handed her to me. "Hi, Aimee. I'm Reggie." I told her.

"Re-e-e-geeeeeeee!" She squealed and clapped her hands.

"How many months is she?" I asked sitting in the booth bouncing her lightly on my knee.

"Eighteen." A year and a half. I smiled. "When's her birthday?"

"March 13th." He watched me carefully with her, I think he knew how good I was with kids.

"Hey that's my birthday!" I squeaked.

"Aw, really?" He asked with a bright smile on his face.

"Yep! Looks like we can have our party together little missy." I said to her.

"You could indeed." The smile never left his face.

"Alright, what do you two want for dinner?" I asked handing her off to Aiden.

"Grilled cheese for me. Mac 'n' cheese for the little lady." He told me. Just as he did Maude came over, she was the senior waitress.

"Why aren't you working?" She growled.

"Uncle said I can have dinner with my friend." I told her, she made me so mad sometimes.

"This boy is trouble. You shouldn't be with him. Look he has a daughter." She pointed menacingly at the two.

"What if I think his daughter is spectacular. Maude just cut it out." I groaned and walked away. She was an abomination. I walked into the kitchen and I didn't see the chef, so I rushed the opportunity. I tossed a buttered piece of bread into a pan and cheese on top. I threw pumpkin spice, bacon, oregano, and a dash of thyme on top of the cheese. I placed the top piece of the bread on and sprinkled it with cinnamon, then I flipped it and added more cinnamon.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice come from behind me.

"I'm cooking." I mustered up the courage to face him.

"That's gross." He told me, but didn't stop me. I made one more for myself then went to the mac 'n' cheese. Once again he didn't stop me. I put the noodles into a bowl and added the cheese sauce, I mixed them together and added tiny bacon bits, then celery salt, and a pinch of cloves. I left the kitchen with a watiressing palette and brought it to the table where Aiden had set Aimee in a booster chair. Placing the grilled cheese in front of Aiden, in front of my seat, then the Mac 'n' cheese to Aimee I smiled.

"I'll be right back. What do you two want to drink?" I asked. He handed me Aimee's sippy.

"She wants milk, and I'd love a glass of fruit punch." I smiled and went back into the kitchen.

I poured milk for Aimee and peered at the chef, eating the very same sandwich I had just made for Aiden and me. "Knew it." I muttered. Walking out of the kitchen I grabbed two cups and got fruit punch for Aiden and sweet tea for myself. As I passed the silverware table I tossed three in my pocket and I sat down at the table and dished out three straws, one for Aiden and one for myself. I handed him his silveware and set Aimee's on the table, then I unrolled mine. Aiden and I cut our sandwiches into triangles. I waited for him to take a bite, I watched the delight fill his eyes.

"Give my best to the chef." He said as I fed Aimee her mac 'n' cheese. She giggled as she ate it.

"Or you could do it." I told him feeding Aimee another bite. He shot me a look of confusion. "Silly, I made it!"

"Wow, really? Where'd you learn to cook like this?" He finished half his sandwich when I took a second bite of mine.

"Back in Ocean Shores I had to cook for my brother and Twist all the time, otherwise they probably would've died. I just started experimenting and out came amazing food. Well not always." I laughed. Aimee smiled. "Here, try it." I put some on my fork and made him open his mouth.

"Hey, that's good too. And you know you don't have to feed Aimee. I mean, I could do it." He smiled and took the fork from me while I ate my sandwiches. His were gone, and I was glad he liked it. Eyeing the clock it was 8:18, I alerted him. He nodded and helped Aimee finish her food. We pulled up to his house, in the jeep. Care to drive?" He asked as we walked into his house. It was enormous and just perfect.

"Sure, why not." I said, we walked up the stairs and into Aimee's room to put her down for a nap. I kissed her forehead lightly and Aiden put her down. Walking down the stairs I saw a woman and a man, I'm guessing they were Aiden's parents.

"Hello, I'm Reggie." I held out my hand to the man.

"Nice to meet you Reggie." He greeted. Then I held my hand out to the woman.

"It's a delight to meet you. I'm Andrea and this is my husband Anthony." She smiled generously. "You look familiar dear, what's your last name?"

"Rocket." I told her, I don't think she could recognize me as anyone.

"You're Livia and Ray's daughter, aren't you?" Anthony asked, I can't believe it. They knew my mom.

"Yeah, I am." I told them.

"You look so much like your mother. God rest her soul." Andrea told me. I smiled lightly at them.

"Mom we've got to get to dance." Aiden told them, and he whisked me out the door. "You still want to drive?" He asked tossing me a set of keys, they weren't for the jeep though.

"Your car?" I squeaked, he nodded. I opened my door then unlocked his when I sat down inside. "You're serious?" I asked putting the key into the ignition. He nodded again. I put the car into reverse and pulled out, I drove to the academy without a problem and I parked perfectly.

"Bravo!" He howled as I turned off the car. I smiled. I checked my phone for the time. It was seriously only 8:40. We walked across the street to the store, where I bought a black dance dress, and a pair of heels. Yes, my own heels. We entered the studio at 8:56 and Michele was unbelievably proud of me. I quickly went and changed and came out looking stunning.

"Today is the last day we're doing a class on the tango!" She yelled. "Next week you are learning the waltz." No one asked questions. Class ended and I changed back into my street clothes and walked outside.

"You know I can take you home after ballroom, I don't mind and I can get you from work, it's really not a big deal." He told me and I smiled. I climbed into his car and he took me home.

"Can I just leave my dance dress and shoes in here?" I asked him.

"Yeah no problem." He replied easily.

"Have a good night!" I told him as I got outo f the car.

"You too." He told me.

I walked into the house and tossed my shoes in my room. I dusted and cleaned the windows. Then I serached for Otto. I finally found him in the basement playing videogames.

"Hey little bro." I said rubbing his hair.

"Hey Reg." He said, then nothing else. I walked back into my room and stared at my ceiling. I thought about tomorrow and how I had to go to a two hour class for driver's ed instead of the one hour one. I had struck an agreement with Mr. K. He told me if I studied the chapters, did the notes, and knew my material I could take the last three tests, then the final exam whenever I was ready. So I set tomorrow aside for a two hour class. I called Fozzie in my room and tried to think of something to do. I then rummaged through my Volcom bag and produced 1st To Die. I opened the book and began reading, soon I was tearing through the pages. By three I was more then half way done, by five thirty I was done. By five forty-five I was out.

"Reggieeeee!" Otto squealed poking me and rocking me.

"What?" I asked.

"Uncle says you have fifteen minutes before you have to leave." I crawled out of bed and brushed my teeth and hair. I didn't really care about getting ready today. Walking back into my room I put on a pair of black shorts, and pulled on a bright pink pair of sweats. I then rummaged through my closet and grabbed a white t-shirt that said Ocean Shores on the left breast and Rocket 8 on the back. It was Otto's Field Hockey shirt. I don't really know why it was my in closet, but I'm wearing it. I put on a pair of black flip flops and looked for my Andy Worhol Campell's Soup canvas bag, and I conjured it from my box. I tossed my wallet in and a pencil and wandered into the kitchen. I ate a waffle and my fifteen minutes were now spent.

"Want to drive?" He asked as I tossed my phone into my bag.

"Sure." I muttered and grabbed the keys from the bowl and got into the car.

"I'm glad you're applying yourself." He said as he got into the car, we strapped on our seat belts. I nodded and drove to the school. Getting out I walked into the school. Mr. K handed me a test and I sat down. I finished it in five minutes, I knew this material by heart. I turned it in, the class wasn't here yet, but they weren't late. He handed me another, this one I questioned myself a few times, but I was done in a little over ten minutes. It was now 8:13. He handed me another test, I took a deep breath and ran through the test. The final exam was in my hands, I had until 10. I wouldn't need that much time. I cracked down on the test, I remembered everything with ease. I was done eight minutes before nine. I handed the test in.

"Alright, Reggie I've worked this out with another instructor. He will pick you up from the school, you'll drive and drop yourself off at work." I nodded. "You will do this Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. That covers five drives. The sixth one I will have you come here on Saturday at seven, we'll finish by eight. Then you can have whoever pick you up and take you to work."

"Works for me." I told him. "Thank you so much for this, you won't regret it I promise."

"You can go now." He said. I walked to the door and called my uncle. He didn't answer.

I decided I'd run the mile and a half to work. I got there in eight minutes, it was now 9:06. I was more then an hour early.

"You're late!" Maude cawed at me.

"I am not! I'm not even supposed to be here until ten thirty!" I yelled and stormed into the lobby. "Hey Uncle," I muttered.

"You ran?" He asked. I nodded. "Go get changed." I did so. I pulled on my black slacks and white top with my name tag.

As I passed the desk I turned to my Uncle, "What time is the convention?"

"Noon." He muttered.

"Thank you for this. For all of this." I told him. A smile crossed his face.

"It's no problem Reggie."

I headed into the restaurant and took orders until eleven forty.

"I'm heading out, Maude." I said and left her not waiting for her annoying response.

I checked in the few stragglers when Tony crawled up next to me, he was the head clerk, bell boy. Whatever. We had a system that we worked out. One person would take the names and what not the other would run the suitcases of the previous people to their rooms. I was first to do the run. By twelve thirty we were done.

"Girl you better run in and take some orders." He said seeing all the people sitting in the restaurant. I hurried in and helped Maude, the chef was behind so I helped, and tossed in ingredients into soups, sauces, and what not when his back was turned. The restauraunt got big points that day, and the chef thanked me. I just smiled.

Kids from the highschool came in and caused a raucus just because I was working, I could've lost my job if I hadn't calmed them down. I finally got them all satisfied. I looked for my uncle everywhere. "Tony, where is my uncle?" I asked.

"He said he had something to do at home," so I disappeared looking for my brother. I found him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Shut it." He retorted. I feel as if I've lost all touch with my brother. Aiden called my phone and asked if I needed a ride from work. As he pulled up I changed quickly in his car as we arrived at the studio.

Dance was, well dance. We learned some steps to the waltz, but not a whole lot was accomplised. Finally, I changed back into my street clothes and threw my dress and shoes into the back of his car. I saw a car across the street from the house, I didn't recognize it, and didn't really think much of it. I crawled into the house. I kicked my shoes off into my room, then walked down the hall to see if Otto was in his room, he wasn't. I checked the computer room. I opened the door slowly just in case Otto was, yeah nevermind.

I pushed the door open completely, my jaw dropping in awe. Running I crashed into their arms. Tears poured down my face as I squealed with excitement.

It was them, truly them. In the flesh, could anything get better?