For those of you still reading this story, thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate it. Reviews help a lot to let an author know what they are doing wrong. To Nexan, thank you for telling me about the paragraphs. I have figured out why they are like the way they are, and until I get Microsoft Word on my computer, there is nothing I can do to change them. I am hoping to have that within a couple of days, hopefully.

Dedication of this chapter again goes out to Shadow, who is Beta-reading every part I send her and encouraging me to continue the story. Dedication also goes out to everyone who is reviewing this story, I really appreciate it.

Author's note: The part in this chapter about Matt having allergies is completely made up from imagination. I am not sure if his allergic to anything, and if he is, I am not sure what. The idea was inspired by my own allergies.
Matt was still confused as to what to do. He knew he had to tell his

parents, but he didn't want them to know until he got everything

straightened out. He came downstairs Saturday morning to the smell

of Bacon and Eggs. "Who's doing the cooking?" he asked, looking at

his sisters who were sitting at the table. "Dad is. He's changing the

twins at the moment." Lucy said, as Eric came into the room. "Matt,

you don't look good. Are you feeling ok?" he asked. Matt shook his

head. "Not really. Allergies are acting up." he said. Simon frowned.

"What are you allergic to?" he asked. "I didn't think you were

allergic to anything. What is it?" he asked again when he didn't get an

answer right away. Matt glared at his brother. "Annoying little

brothers who don't know how to stop asking questions." he

responded. "Matt, leave your brother alone. Simon, your brother is

allergic to dogs." Eric said. Simon glanced down at Happy, who was

laying at his feet. "D-Dogs?" he stammered. Eric nodded. "So that's

why you didn't want me to get Happy." he said. His father nodded

again. "But I convinced them. I told them not to worry about me

because I would be moving out soon and it wouldn't bother me that

much." Matt explained, as he sat down next to his sister. "Then why

are you here if it is bothering you?" Lucy asked him. "John is

remodeling the apartment this week for some reason and doesn't want

me there. And I don't want to be there anyway." he said. He knelt

down the scratch the dog between the ears. "Maybe you should back

to bed if your not feeling well." Mary suggested. He shook his head.

"I'll be fine." he said. Just then the phone rang. Luc got up to answer

it, frowning at the reciever. "Matt, it's Shana." she said. "I'll take it in

Mom and Dad's room." he said. Mary smiled at him enthusiastically.

"Hello? Shana?" he said. "What's wrong with you? You sound

awful." she said. He sighed. "I sound better than I feel." he said.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Hanging around here has spiked my

allergies." he explained. "I see. Listen Matt, I'm sorry I've been

avoiding you for a couple days, but the truth is-" she started to say. He

cut her off. "I know." he said. "You do? How?" she asked. He sighed.

"I went snooping around the apartment, looking for some clue as to

why you were acting this way all of sudden. Shana, how did this

happen?" he asked. "Well Matt, you should know that...after all, you

do have brothers and sisters." she told him, chuckling a little bit. "I

know that Shana. I'm- oh, never mind. I have to go." he said as he

slammed down the phone. "Matt? MATT! HELLO?!" Shana cried to

the empty dial tone. Matt sighed. "I'm going upstairs." he called

downstairs to anyone who was listening to him.

Downstairs, Eric looked at his watch. "Oh. I have to go to the

church and get my sermon ready for Sunday. And Mary is at the Pool

Hall with Robbie. Luce, can you watch Simon and Ruthie and the

twins?" he asked. She nodded. "Sure Dad." she said, as he walked

out the door. A few minutes later the phone rang. "Hello Camden

residence." she said, picking it up. "Hey Lucy." said the voice on the

other end. Lucy's heart melted in her mouth. It was Brad Landers.

"Hey Brad." she said. "Listen Lucy, I'm sorry I didn't call, but I've

been busy. I would like to make it up to you. Would you like to go to

the movies tonight?" he asked her. She sighed. She had just told her

dad she would babysit. Unless- "Yes, I would." she told him. "Great.

I'll pick you up in 20 minutes." he told her, hanging up the phone.

Lucy smiled. She ran up the stairs to Simon's room. "Simon, I need

you to babysit for me tonight." she told him. "Nuh-uh. I'm supposed to

go out with Deena tonight." he said. She frowned at her brother.

"Simon! Mom and Dad said now that the twins are here, everyone has

to chip in and help. Which means I'm going out tonight, so you've got

to stay here." she said. He sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll just call Deena

and tell her something came up." he said. She smiled. "Good." she

said, as she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. "OK, listen. Ruthie is

playing in her room, the twins are napping, and I believe Matt is

sleeping as well. Don't bother him unless it is absolutely necessary."

she told him. He nodded. "Just go." he said. She bounded down the

stairs and opened the door to reveal none other than Brad Landers.

"Sorry. I had to bribe my brother to babysit for me." she said. "Lucy,

if you were babysitting, you should have told me." he said. She shook

her head. "It's ok. Simon's 13, he's old enough to keep an eye on

Ruthie and the twins." she said. "What about your older brother?

Isn't he always home?" he asked. Lucy nodded. "Yes. But Simon's

dog suddenly decided to spike Matt's allergies, so now he's sick." she

explained, as they drove off.