Hi! Kristy's and Nicholas's last name is the same just because they are. They have no relation to one and other. The topic of the same last names will hopefully come up in the story later. There is a little incident to it.

Anyway thank you all for reviewing!!! I'm sorry that this hasn't been updated lately, but I have been having some problems writing this chapter. It's not my favorite chapter and I had to force myself to write it. So if it really stinks, sorry.



I Smile Real Hard

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Charlie Thomas P.O.V

"Charlie!"

"Yes?"

"I need you to do me a favor!"

"What?"

"Can you pick up Mary Anne and Sparrow? Mary Anne's Dad had to go to his office. Some problem came up."

"Do I look like a taxi service?"

"CHARLIE, PLEASE!"

"Fine, fine."

I headed out the door fishing my car keys out of my pocket as I went. Normally I would have given Kristy more of a hard time, but my dear sister's nerves at the moment were stretched beyond healthy limits. When that happens you do as Kristy asks. You'll regret it if you don't. I have come to realize this the hard way over many years. She hadn't even acted this frazzled when the magazine had just started out understaffed, under funded and under the threat of folding. But that's Kristy for you. Cool as a fall day when it comes to professional matters, but things aren't so neat and tidy when it comes to the personal. I don't think she has anything to worry about. Nick, her intended was perfect for her. As Mom, Karen, Emily Michelle, Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey, Mallory, Jessi, Abby, Sparrow and every other family relation had been telling her. I wondered if she was going to make it to the wedding without killing the caterer. At least with the coming of the BSC she had calmed down a little. I would be even more relieved when Mary Anne came. If anyone could calm Kristy it was Mary Anne. All the BSC (expect for Mary Anne) had arrived yesterday and I was thankful not to have been witness to it. Apparently from a report made by my mother there had been a lot of catching up which had been interrupted with squeals of delight whenever another member arrived. I smiled and jumped into my car, heading to the train station.

The place wasn't very busy when I got there. Mary Anne and Sparrow's train had just arrived and passengers were streaming out of the doors. I was trying to spot them when I was suddenly hit with a giant orange suitcase.

"Ouch," I cried out.

"I'm sorry," said a voice I immediately recognized as Sparrow's. "Oh Charlie I'm sorry," she said again when she realized who I was. I had met Sparrow many times and thought her name fit her personality well.

"You said that already."

"True, but that last one was more heartfelt. What are you doing here anyway?"

"A problem came up at Mr. Spier's office and Kristy asked me to come get you."

"I bet she did."

"How sweet of you Charlie," spoke Mary Anne, " has everyone else arrived at the house?"

"Every BSC member there and accounted for, expect for you of course."

"Good. I can't wait to see Dawn and everyone again." We headed straight to the mansion at Mary Anne's insistence.

"MARY ANNE!"

"THE BSC IS TRULY TOGETHER AGAIN."

"JUST LIKE BEFORE."

"Expect we're a lot fatter and older."

"Abby you're destroying the mood."

"AHHH."

Sparrow and I just stood smiling real hard. The girls were all hugging and crying in the doorway, thus blocking it. We didn't want to interrupt the reunion by asking them to move. After about ten minutes, still chattering they all converged as one into the house. Sparrow and I followed carrying luggage. They headed straight to the living room as Sparrow and I dropped the luggage on the floor with a clatter.

"Thanks Charlie for the ride. Can you tell me where my room is so I can dump this stuff." She waved her hand aimlessly at her luggage. I was surprised, I figured she would go with the other girls.

"Sure, but don't you want to do that later?"

"Nah, let them have their reunion without having an outsider present." I thought that was very considerate and agreed to show her to her room.

" Here we are." I led her to a comfortable guest bedroom on the second floor.

"This is nice." I smiled at her and left. I had to go pick up Mac from her friend's house.

And who is this Mac? You'll find out in the next exiting chapter of, I Smile Real Hard. Please read and review. No flames, but constructive criticism is always welcome.