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"Bad news isn't wine. It doesn't improve with age." - Colin Powell

Aly's POV

Dear people who are fortunate enough to be reading the details of my summer life, I've left the Oliver abode and gone to cool off at Mr Cory Alexander Edison's, AKA hot boyfriend's house, and am about to tell him the worst news in the world.

"My parents didn't get me a car because we're going to stupid Cancun." Yep, worst news ever has been delivered.

I flipped my sunglasses up onto my head and walked into his house.

Cory closed the front door behind me, "Well, hello to you too, babe."

Perhaps I should try to be less pissed and more lovely. This wouldn't be such a hard task to accomplish if I wasn't pissed. Nonetheless, I shall try and act lovely. "Sorry, I'm just mad."

Cory rolled his eyes, "That you're going to Cancun? Yeah. I'd be destroying shit by now." If he weren't so hot, I would totally walk out right now.

Sarcasm isn't a smart thing to use against me at this moment in time. "Cancun was fun the first six times I went, now it's just old news. Exciting news would have been a car, but my parents don't like me that much."

"I see," He lifted his hand and laid the back of it against my forehead, "It seems that my girlfriend has a horrible case of being dramatic and grumpiness."

What. "Excuse me?" First of all, that was not only the complete opposite of what you say to a girl, let alone me.

Second of all, and totally contradictory to number one, that was really clever, and I have to admit pretty cute.

Cory turned around, but not before smiling that Edison smile, and called out, "Doctor Mandy, we have a sick patient!"

"Bring the patient to my office!" A small, childish voice answered back from what seemed to be upstairs.

Where is my boyfriend? My chill, collected, Chord Overstreet lookalike boyfriend?

Not here, that's where. "What are you doing?" I asked, as Cory took my hand and led me up the first flight of stairs.

"You're not acting normally."

"That makes two of us."

We took a left at the kids' playroom and into the indent that had the second flight of stairs, leading to all the Edison childrens' bedrooms.

We stopped in front of the first door on the third floor and Cory knocked with his free hand, the other still holding mine.

A giggly, "Come in!" Was heard through the door and the sixteen year old who may or may not be possibly about to be single opened it.

I soon found myself surrounded by three pinkish purple walls, the main back wall being the same color but having polka dots of all sizes and colors. That wall also had a smaller scale bay window with purple curtains, and under that was a bed. The yellow, dark pink and white striped bed cushion frame had a mattress on top of it, complete with light purple sheets, light purple cased pillows and a dark purple comforter. Next to the bed was a night stand that held a lamp whose shade had moon and star cutouts. The main source of light came from the cylinder lighting fixture at the center of the ceiling accompanied by more polka dots.

"Aly-bear, welcome to Amanda's room."

If I remember correctly, Amanda is like, four or five. When I was that age, my room did not look like this. If you guys could see it, you'd probably want to live here. I bet her parents probably hired a professional designer to sit down with her and describe her dream room.

I don't doubt that they do that for every house the live in.

Mandy threw her hands on her hips and scowled at her older brother, "Nuh uh! Today it's Doctor Professor Amanda's doctoring professoring office!"

That's a mouthful. "Cory, why am I here?" I tried to sound as polite as possible, because being a bitch in front of my soon to be sister in law is not the smartest thing to do.

Plus, she looks super cute right now all dressed up with her stethoscope and clipboard.

Cory let go of my hand, knowing I wouldn't run out on sweet little Mandy, "Doctor Amanda-"

"Doctor Professor Amanda!"

"...Right. Doctor Professor Amanda, my girlfriend is very sick. She's not acting like her usual self. Can you help her?"

He's gone completely bonkers. I think he's the one that needs to be doctored and professored.

Speaking of which, how does one exactly 'doctor' or 'professor'?

Amanda rolled her eyes and gave us both a 'duh' look, "Of course I can help the patient!"

Before I knew it, my hand was grabbed once again, and to top it all off, Cory is now laughing.

Like I said, soon to be single Cory. "Mandy, sweetheart, I appreciate you trying to help whatever made up disease I have but-"

Lightly pushing my on to her bed, the young Edison held her fingers to her lips, "Sh! You can't talk! The sickness could spread!"

If I had a nickel for every time someone told me not to talk, I'd be as rich as this little girl.

How am I supposed to be angry at Cory for getting me into this if I can't verbally express it.

I'll narrow my eyes at him. That should do it.

Cory moved Mandy's lamp a little and shrugged his shoulders, "You're the one who decided to be an overdramatic grump."

Hmph.

Amanda took her stethoscope from around her neck and placed the end on my stomach.

I'm not a doctor, but I'm positive that goes on your chest or something. "I see. Mhm. Yes. Yes. I have the diagonisis!"

Wow. That was fast. She's good.

Wait. What am I saying. There is no diagnosis and she's not a real doctor. Wah.

"So what's wrong with her?" Cory tried not to laugh, but failed miserably and started chuckling.

"Coco! She has the same thing Brittbritt had!"

For the first time in these five or so minutes, Cory looked confused. "Which is...?"

With another 'duh' expression, Mandy removed the stethoscope from my stomach and smiled, "She has PMS of course!"

Why is it that menstruation and I always find ourselves in the same conversations?

Now full out laughing, Cory looked at me with his Edison smile and leaned in to kiss me.

Yeah, well, Mandy was having none of that, "No kissing!"

I raised my eyebrow, ignoring her talking reprimentions and asked, "Why?"

"Because this is my room so no kissing. Remember that while I go get you some orange juice. It'll cure your disease."

Child, if orange juice could cure anything relating to periods, I'm sure every woman would have a warehouse.

Making sure that Mandy was gone, I sat up and stared at Cory. "Gee, thanks for bringing me to see a Doctor."

"Doctor Professor." He reminded me. How nice of him.

I took off my sunglasses, that miraculously stayed on my head this entire time, and smoothed out my hair, "Right. So this had to happen because?"

Cory moved from the side table to next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, "I was hoping it would make you forget about your car issues, or lack thereof."

It kind of did. For like, a second. But now I'm thinking about it and...I guess it's not really that big of a deal.

I guess.

I smiled, "This wasn't exactly the way I was planning on spending one of my last few days with you." I leaned in more, "I was thinking something more like this."

Would you believe I still didn't get a Cory kiss? This is an outrage. "I would, but I don't want to catch your disease." He smirked.

"Babe, if you have a risk of catching PMS, we have a problem."

Insert a Coral kiss right about here and everything is as it should be.

Well, except that we could be kissing in a car right now.

But whatever, a child's bedroom is just as good.

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Gwen's POV

Oh hey there, guys. Don't get mad at me or anything, but it's night time now. Time has passed, dear readers.

As of right now, my whole family is home, including Allison, whom arrived home from an apparently interesting time at Cory's.

Something about Doctor's who are also Professor's or something, I wasn't really paying attention.

And if you're all wondering how my lovely sister took the news of Tori coming with us to Cancun, well, you see, I didn't actually tell her just yet.

Before you all hump to any conclusions- hump? I meant jump. Hehehe, hump.

Er, as I was saying, before you all jump to any conclusions having to do with me being scared of Aly, that has nothing to do with it.

I'm just waiting for the right moment, ya know?

...

LOL yeah no it's really because I'm scared.

You would be scared to if you had to tell your Tori hating sister that said girl is joining us on our three day vacation!

And if you're sitting there at your computer switching between this and your splashface tab thinking, 'uh no I wouldn't be. I'd face it like a man.'

When Aly is angry, she's scarier than most men.

Of course, I'm one to know about anger issues, considering when I'm mega angry pissed 'gonna eat your face' mad, I get verbal. Big time.

Big Time Verbal.

That should be an episode of Big Time Rush.

See, though, Aly's not really the verbal angry girl, she gets a little violent.

She ripped my Cuddly Cathy doll's head off and set it on fire saying, 'if I can't have her you can't either' because I wouldn't give it to her.

We were four and five.

Knowing that, look me in the computer screen and tell me that's not scary.

You can't. You cannot do it, because now that I told you that, you're scared. You're so scared you're skittles.

"Gwen? If you don't mind coming back to reality for a moment," How long has my mom been talking to me?

I blinked a few times and realized my siblings and parental units were staring at me. "Sorry, I was uh, day dreaming about being a guest star on Glee." Smooth, Gwenners.

My mother gave a small smile, "It's alright, darling. Now, while we're gone, Nana Joyce will be looking after the house."

Why do we need someone to look after the house? It's not like we have any pets- oh wait. Beck has a dog that I've forgotten about until now. My bad.

Even though I'm sure you guys have forgotten he had a dog, too.

"She's coming tonight and Beck, she'll be staying in your room until we leave. Aly, Gwen, I need you to put fresh sheets on the bed and vacuum the room."

Beck nodded, because it's not like he cares. He doesn't have anything of personal value in that room except a closet of extra flannels and pictures.

Upon hearing this news of cleaning, Aly scoffed predictably and started for the upstairs.

I followed behind her, because if I don't help like I'm supposed to, she'll hurt me.

Not that she won't not hurt me when I tell her my news.

Aside from the high probability of me dying in the next ten minutes, I'm happy that Nana is coming over, though. We barely get to see her 'cause she primarily stays in Canada, and I love her to bits. And, you know, she's not insane like our other Grandma, but you know that old chestnut.

After quickly grabbing some sheets and pillowcases from the closet in the hallway, I was alone with Aly in Beck's old bedroom.

Now's that time to tell her, Gwenny. "So, Aly, did I tell you that Robbie's not coming?"

My older sister plugged the vacuum in and smiled, "Oh good, now I won't have to feel the urge to throw him out the emergency airplane exit and hope he lands in the ocean and gets eaten by sharks."

Someone's thinking awfully violent thoughts today.

Even more reason as to not tell her.

No. I have to. "Yeah, so we had another free ticket-"

"Had? You mean have?"

Oh poop. That was too quick. I should have watched my choice of words. "Yeah, I sort of, kind of maybe gavethetickettotori."

Notice the lack of spaces? That's because I said it in one giant slur, hoping she didn't catch that and would start vacuuming and forget it.

Her face had a different plan. I mean, if looks could kill, let's just say I'm in a closet right now.

Yes, using my ninja lightning skills, I literally jumped into Beck's closet and locked the door behind me.

So many flannels, so little space.

There were no words, only footsteps. After a few minutes, I thought she had left and locked the door so I couldn't get out of the room.

That would have been much better compared to what happened next.

"Gwennnnnnny, come out and playyyyyy." That's not creepy at all.

Wait a minute. Is something burning? Oh my Bieber, I think she's setting the door on fire!

I quickly unlocked and opened the closet door, only to find that it wasn't the door that was set on fire.

She finally went through with what she's been threatening me with for almost three years.

Allison Oliver has taken one of my Glee posters off my wall and has now set it on fire.

See? I told her and her reaction wasn't anything less than I expected.