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"Yes!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air and dropping myself onto my bed. I had just finished unpacking and was ready to throw a crazy and wild party, which consists of me getting a cup of hot chocolate and then taking a nap.

I had spent last night driving and I was woken up early by the little buger of my brother watching his Saturday morning cartoons, at 7am. Now if my brother wanted to go under the pain of waking up early and be sleep deprived he could be my guest but when my room is right next to the living room and he has our big screen TV at nearly 40 in volume, then it becomes my problem. I hadn't been able to go back to sleep so after my brother left for baseball practice I had finished unpacking and decided on definitely executing my master plan of taking a nap.

I was in the middle of my nap when I heard my phone. I woke up grumbling; I grabbed my phone and answered.

"What?" I asked, yawning.

"Are you busy today?" asked a voice. I scratched my head. I looked at myself in front of my mirror. I really did not look good when I woke up, I thought trying to smooth down my frizzy hair that was sticking up everywhere with my free hand.

"Not that I know of." I said. I sighed exasperated, it's was useless. I wasn't Sleeping Beauty that even after who knows how long she was asleep for she woke up looking flawless. I looked more like the Beast right now.

"Then come over, my mom made lumpia." said Caroline. My eyes brightened up and I quickly grabbed some jeans and worked on shimmying my way into them.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." I said sucking in my stuck my stomach to button up my pants.

"Thought so. See you then." She responded with a slight laugh.

"Bye!" I said zipping up my zipper. I grabbed my hoodie and put it over my head and put my hair in a bun seeing as it was a lost cause to have it down.

Rushing to my jeep I found myself seven minutes later in front of her mother's restaurant. I parked and climbed through the stairs off at the side of the building. Walking through these stairs I remembered when Caroline and I were younger. When life was loads easier and simpler.

I smiled as I reached the front door of her apartment above her mother's restaurant. I knocked on her door and she immediately opened the door. She flung herself at me and hugged me for the longest time.

I looked into Caroline's light brown eyes and smiled.

"Oh god, why have I not seen your ass in around half a year?" She asked shaking her head.

"Because you live on the other side of the state." I said rolling my eyes. She gave me a look.

"Like that's ever stopped you before." She said letting go of me and walking inside. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside walking me to the couch. I squirmed around, trying to have my butt relish the comfortness of this couch as opposed to mine back at the apartment.

"So…a lot has happened since I last saw you." She started looking into my eyes. I stared back at her and nodded.

"It's not the same texting it or skyping as it is actually sitting face to face and talking about it." I said.

"Yeah, grab some lumpia, it's on the table. I also have ice cream in the freezer and we can make coffee whenever we want because this is gonna be a long day." She said. I looked at her, brows furrowed.

"When does your mom get home?" I asked. I saw Caroline sigh and put her hands on her chin.

"She's not coming home." She said looking away. I looked back at her eyes wide. Caroline's mother and my mother were on good terms because they believed in the same parental upbringing that consisted of not letting your children alone at your house for a long period of time. It's like they didn't trust us or something.

"Aw snap, I forgot to turn off the stove top!" Caroline said getting up. "I can't believe I forgot it, it's been on since this morning..." See, we were responsible, just imagine is she hadn't remembered?

"Where is she?" I asked grabbing a roll and dipping it in sauce. As I took a bite she walked back to the couch looking down.

"She's at the Philippines." She said slowly. "My grandma…had another heart attack…it was almost fatal and…she's not good right now. My mom's going to be with her for the next couple of months so I'm here…alone for this next month." She said.

I immediately hugged her and held her in my arms.

"Carols, I didn't know. Whatever you want I'm here for you. You can come over to my house. You can even have Alex's room. My parents were building a shed but Alex can live there instead and you can have his room." I said soothingly. Caroline let out a chuckle.

"I don't think your parents would like that very much." She said, using the backside of her hand to wipe away the tears from her face.

"Eh, they don't have to know." I said pulling out of our hug. I then looked at her. "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

"Because I just found out when I got here this morning. My mom didn't want to tell me until I got here because she knew how it'd affect me and she didn't want to affect how I did on my finals or stress me out during the plane ride." She said grabbing a lumpia. I grabbed another one.

"That makes sense." I said mouth full. She made a face.

"Shut up and swallow." She said rolling her eyes at me. I did as told.

We eventually moved on to eating ice cream and got to talking about plans for the whole winter break and what days we were meeting up. I then told her the exact details of what happened between him and me.

"So how exactly have you been after it?" she asked, examining me closely. I simply grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and tasted it.

"Peachy." I said looking away from her ever so scrutinizing gaze. I then made a face as I tasted the ice cream flavor. "Unlike this ice cream."

"What?"

"I thought you said it was peach flavored."

"I said it was vanilla." She said narrowing her eyes at me.

"Peach, vanilla. Tomato, tomato. It's all the same." I said using my spoon get some more. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Anyways, I'm just glad you're not dating your boy toy anymore, we wouldn't be able to hang out this long. He was hogging you way too much." Caroline grumbled. I forced a laugh.

"I forgot how much of the jealous type you were." I said raising my brows.

"Hey, I've known you longer than he has and I love you more than he could ever love you." She said pouting grabbing a spoonful of ice cream from the tub. I bit down my bottom lip.

"I don't know about that last part…" I said honestly for once grabbing my own spoonful of ice cream. "What we had…it was a special connection."

"Oh god." She said groaning. "Here you go." I shot her a glare.

"Think whatever you want, I know it was special. This isn't my pathetic school girl rant on how it was love at first sight. Well not for me anyways…" I said trailing off. She simply narrowed her eyes at me. I just couldn't explain it, the magicalness of imprinting because first of all I wasn't allowed to. Second of all, even if I did she probably wouldn't believe me.

"He was simply the one. And I know I said that about George." I said once I saw her skeptical face. "But hear me out, what we had, the connection we had. It's the kind that people will go searching for a whole lifetime and most won't be able to have it."

"So you mean like soul mates?" She asked, brows raised, giving me a look. I sighed grabbing another spoonful.

"Kinda, more like we were born for each other and once I saw him this summer there was just something magnetic about him that pulled us together." I said licking my spoon.

"Did he have a nice car or something?" she asked, brows knitted together.

"No." I said flatly.

"Did he have a big thingymabobber?" she asked, I immediately blushed.

"We're not discussing that!" I said in a high pitched voice. My voice even cracked, I sounded like some 15 year old boy going through puberty.

"Why?" She asked rolling her eyes at me.

"Because, I don't want to talk about him." I said firmly.

"About who?"

"You know who."

"He who must not be named." Caroline said, eyes wide and staring intently at me.

"He's not Voldemort!" I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air almost dropping my spoon.

"The way you talk about him he sure as hell sounds like it." She said, arms crossed smirking at me.

"Yeah well, let's not talk about Voldemort. How's your love life?" I asked looking at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Nonexistent." She grumbled grabbing a large spoonful of ice cream

"What about your night time life?" I asked narrowing my eyes at Caroline. I saw her squirm in the couch.

"It's been…a pain. I meet this guy when I was at the hospital when my grandma first went to the hospital." She started quickly. I narrowed my eyes even more at her. She took notice and rolled her eyes at me. She grabbed another large spoonful of ice cream. I swear, the way we were eating this there'd be none left in five minutes and then what would she have to keep me here for longer?

"We got to talking and then he asked me out. He was really nice, I swear." She said looking at me with her index finger up in the air.

"Uh. Huh." I said flatly. "They always are at first." She sighed.

"Then one thing led to another…" she said looking away at the wall. "Then a week later I saw him at the hospital again with his girlfriend."

I closed my eyes. "Oh Carols." I sighed.

"I know I know, how could I have fallen for the nice guy act again...? It's just I don't know how douche-y the guys really are until later." She said pursing her lips.

"You're too optimistic when it comes to guys."

"Yet I'm too realistic when it comes to everything else." She mumbled. "It's just I want to find my Prince Charming but all I go is find frogs that I try to change into Princes."

"Kissing a frog that isn't under a spell won't make him into a prince. A frog is a frog and a simple kiss won't change that." I said firmly.

"Easy for you to say," She said glaring at me, I lowered my brows at her and her glare lifted. "It's just…you don't have to go around kissing frogs you have your Prince Charming like George and you also get your knight in shining armor like Voldemort."

I looked at her eyes wide. "I'm not a princess though. And both of them aren't even close to being that. Anyways, those were fluxes and it's a miracle I even got to date them. You're the one that had the most relationships anyways." I said grabbing another spoonful, it looked all liquidy. I was under the impression that it wouldn't melt because of the fact that it was freezing but everything must eventually melt in life I thought stirring the liquidy ice cream in the tub.

"Yeah well, what's the point if they don't even last that long. At this rate I'm lucky if I even get married." I burst out laughing.

"Caroline, you're barely 20 and far from finishing college, you don't need to worry about that." I said rolling my eyes at her.

"You're right, if all else fails though we should run off together and elope."

"At the rate I'm going I don't doubt if I have to resort to that. We can move to Canada too and live there, they accept same sex marriages more than they do here. I saw it on I Now Pronounce You Huck and Larry. We can even have a hobo be our witness that'll have mad dancing skills." I said nodding.

"Okay, by the time we finish college then."

"If all else fails."

"Knowing how bad we are at relationships it probably will. You always end up backing away from them at the end because you always find some fault in a guy." She said looking at me dead in the eye.

"And then you never see the faults in the guys and go for them head on." I said looking back at her, brows raised.

She sighed. "I think it would just be easier if we eloped."

"We should get a fake Elvis Presely."

"One with a beer belly preferably."

"Why a beer belly?" I said shooting her a look.

"I feel like it would give the wedding more personality."

"It's a deal then." I said getting another spoonful of ice cream, or what was now milk.

When I finally left to my house I threw my bag on top of my bed and then went straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to announce my arrival seeing as everyone was probably asleep due to the fact that it was 1 am.

When I got out after brushing my teeth and using the facilities I went into my room. I grabbed my cellphone to turn it off so it could charge when I noticed I had an unread text message. The text was from an unknown number though. I furrowed my brows when I heard voices. Specifically, my parents' voices.

"This is way past their bedtime." I said thinking out loud. I walked out of my room with my cellphone in hand; I walked towards their room while opening the text. All it said was: please, be careful. My brows were knitted together; it must have been a wrong number. I put my cellphone in my pants pockets.

I walked into my parents' room to find my mom packing a suitcase while my dad simply stared at my mom who I just noticed had a worried expression on her face. My eyes widened.

"Mom, whatever my dad did don't leave us. I know sometimes he doesn't listen to what you say, well more like most of the time but then again who does when you're in one of your moods. And he lets Alex and I do whatever we want even if it defies your authority, oh and I know how you especially hate whenever he buys me and Alex fast food or that he also-"

"Vivian, what are you talking about?" My mom said throwing me a look, she had stopped putting clothing in the suitcase throughout my rant. I looked back and forth between my mom and dad. My dad was simply glaring at me.

I scratched my head. "Sooo, whatcha doing?" I asked her slowly and as nonchalantly as possible. My mom simply sighed.

"I'm packing." She said flatly, gesturing at the suitcase she was currently trying to fill with clothing.

"Ah yes, I see that. For what occasion?" I asked, raising a brow. I saw my mom look up at my dad and they exchanged looks. She looked back down and sighed.

"It's Olivia, she fell down her stairs and she fractured some bones. She also broke her leg so she can't walk and she needs me to help her for around a month with things around the house and the store. My mom will be there around Christmas eve to take over for the rest of the time she's injured." My mom said. My eyes widened.

"Why did no one tell me?" I asked, in a high pitched voice.

"Because it just happened today and you were out the whole day doing who knows what." She said walking up to her closet to skim through her clothing.

"Oh, I was at Caroline's, her mom left to the Philippines and she's all alone so I wanted to keep her company." I said quickly.

"Why'd she leave?" My mom asked me eyes wide.

"Because she went to take care of her mom who had another heart attack." My mother simply shook her head slowly. Suddenly realization hit me as I remembered what happened two years ago.

"Mom!" I exclaimed looking at her eyes wide. She sighed and looked at me, eyes narrowed.

"What is it Vivian?"

"You can't leave me with my dad and Alex!" I said trying to pull off my best puppy eyes face.

"And why is that?" She asked, a brow raised.

"Because last time when you left us alone when you went to Mexico to visit grandma I swear we barely made it alive." I said firmly.

"Lies." said my dad giving me a pointed look. I turned to look at my mom.

"We almost died of food starvation and the house was a mess." I said eyes wide.

"Not even, I always made them food." said my dad quickly.

"Of which we were too scared to eat." I rebutted. "So we either didn't eat it or we got food poisoning, either way it was no bueno leaving just the three of us. I can't even sneak over to Caroline's place anymore because her mom left her too. Why must the world be so cruel and have mother's abandon their children?" I asked, hands raised, eyes lowered and shaking my head slowly. "That's called negligence!" I exclaimed, index finger pointing at her accusingly.

"Because, first of all you and Caroline are not children anymore and both of you know how to cook and you have hands and can clean after yourselves." She started firmly grabbing some things out of her closet.

"Not well." I mumbled.

"Secondly, there are people who need my help and Jennifer and I are kind enough to offer it." She said giving me a pointed look.

"There are people at home that also need you. Like Alex, you can't expect some ten year old to grow up without his mother." I said arms crossed.

"Vivian." My mom said warningly. I looked up at her eyes wide. "Shut up, you sound like you're five."

"I told you, you spoil the kids too much but do you ever listen." Said my dad, my mom shot him a dirty look.

"You're the one that's always spoiling them. That's why Vivian still acts like a child." My mom responded.

"Only with you, they behave when they're around me." My dad said, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's because you let them do whatever they want." My mom said narrowing her eyes.

I tapped my chin. I needed to find a solution to this problem, sure I could live on my own but it'd be a pain to have to take care of my dad and my brother, they never listened to me and were careless. "Oh mom!" I said, she looked at me glaring. "I have an idea. How about Caroline and I go to help Auntie Olivia? I did a good job during the summer and I really miss her, Yazmin, Elijah and I guess Ana too..."

My mom shot me a look. "Oh no, I do not in any shape or form trust you, let alone you and Caroline together. Maybe Caroline separately but knowing the two of you, only disaster can happen."

"It'll be like a hurricane hitting La Push." My dad said shaking his head slowly. I glared at him and then my mom.

"Wow. Thanks you two. I can just feel the love." I grumbled.

"Why in the world would you want to go anyways?"

"I'm underappreciated here. Everything I cook at this house gets thrown back at me, plus I can't live with only y-chromosomes in the house. Alex walks all over me and dad does nothing about it!"

"He's ten." My mother said flatly.

"Exactly!" I exclaimed. "I can't even defend myself against that kid because he's still a kid and I'm supposed to be the adult in the situation and blah blah blah. I need you at home mom. Or at least Caroline's mom at home. Are you really going to let two twenty year old girls with cars running wild around town bored out of their mind and without their mother's at home?" I asked, brows raised. She sighed.

"Oh god, I can just imagine now." She said, dropping her clothing to rub her temples. I tried not to narrow my eyes at her. We weren't that bad on our own. Just because the security forbad us from going to the McDonalds near our house anymore. It was only for threatening the workers to give us hot sauce or else we'd set monkey's free throughout their property. That was only once and we seriously thought they were being stingy and not wanting to give us hot sauce. We later realized that McDonalds doesn't have hot sauce, it's only Jack-in-the-box.

"Fine." My mother said. I gasped, dare I say it out loud: Caroline and I are finally going to our own road trip, to La Push but a road trip nonetheless without our parents. I felt childish for the whole scene but happy nonetheless. Caroline and I had never been on our own, well on our own together. Images of all the things we'd together flashed through my head, I realized why my mother was so hesitant.

"I'm gonna go call Caroline right now!" I said clapping my hands together and rushing to my room to call her.

"It's not some party! You need to actually do work!" My mom yelled behind me.

"I know, I know." I said behind me as I continued walking. Maybe just maybe I could get another chance. Not necessarily with Voldemort but…I don't know, I could fix things and make everything okay and…I just didn't know but I was about to find out.


Author's note:

So I have my new story up! It's a Harry Potter fanfic called "The Snake in Sheep's Clothing". It's a lot different from this story by A) the writing style and B) my main character is nothing like Vivian. I suggest reading it though if you're looking for something more serious or original that isn't a cliché. Moreover, my new character is far from a Mary Sue.

How my new story affects this story? Well, I still want to update every week but I want to finish this story already because I feel like it's being wayyyy to dragged on and I feel like I've lost my magic touch with it.

Review, please and thank you.