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A/N : I am slowly but surely getting myself back into writing this, however it will be one chapter every so often – when I can be bothered to write this story lol. Anyway, I'd just like to thank you all for being so patient with me  , I promise that one day, I WILL finish this story, but for now, I'm just working on one chapter at a time!!!!

Chapter 17

JULIE'S P.O.V

Dinner that night in the Bank's residence was it's usual 'happy' family moment. Adam's parents had gone out to meet some friends, leaving just me, Adam, Jocelyn and the twins. Mark was winding Katie up, telling her that Zoë one of her friends had called that afternoon to tell her that she hated her guts because Zoë had apparently found out that Katie had this huge crush on Dominic the boy Zoë liked. You know the whole teenage drama, that was amplified due to them wanting to believe there life was worse than a cheesy soap opera. As you can expect, Katie was arguing back, knowing and telling Mark that she knew he was lying, but bit to his bait anyway. Joc, in her sisterly mood, stuck up for Katie, creating much more drama than needed. I sat watching with interest, as the two girls shouted at their brother across the table, Adam was still on the phone in the hall, and kept popping his head around the doorway, motioning at his younger siblings to quiet down.

"Guy, guy's, keep it down". I said loudly over the shouting.

"But Julie, he's jeopardized my friendship with Zoë, He knows I don't like Dominic, but no, he couldn't tell Zoë that could he. I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't the one that put the idea in her head".

"I have not jeopardized your friendship, you're being so dramatic Katie. I mean lets face it, even if Dominic knew that she liked him, he wouldn't go out with her anyway, she whines about every little thing, she puts make up on with a trowel, God her mom must spend nearly $50 a week just to kit her out with that face paint she plasters all over her face. And so what, even if you did fancy Dominic, it's not as though either of you have a chance with him". Mark argued in retaliation.

"What do you mean Katie wouldn't have a chance with Dominic, of course she would, just because she's not wanting to dive into every guy's pants like most of the girls you know"… Joc started arguing back.

"Look Katie, I'll help you sort the situation out after dinner ok". I shouted over them, trying to douse the argument before it got any further.

"But that's not the point Julie, now she's going to think I have this huge crush on Dominic, because butt head here couldn't tell her otherwise". Katie told me.

I wasn't getting anywhere at all in trying to stop this argument. They were all determined in carrying on, no matter how I suggested it be resolved. I silently admitted defeat, and sat back in my chair, crossing my legs and folding my arms across my chest, and watching as the argument continued, moving from the original argument to how Mark hated both of the girls friends. His argument, though quite a valid one, but lacked, was that he probably wouldn't like any of their friends because he would always firmly believe that Katie and Joc were too good for them. The argument evolved further, though I was now lost, unable to keep up with all the twists and turns in it.

Eventually Adam came back in, his face unreadable, but I knew he was getting annoyed with the arguing. He stood at the head of the table, then quickly stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, silencing them, as they all sat looking at him.

"Will you all shut up. Katie after dinner, go over to Zoë's and explain to her the situation, and I'm sure that if she's a true friend, she will understand. Mark if you have any part of this speak up now". Adam said firmly.

"No, I haven't got any part in it! It's just Katie jumping the gun as usual, always thinking the worst of me". Here we go again I thought.

"I do not always think the worst of you, and if I do it's only because you never do anything to make me think otherwise". Katie argued back.

I watched as Adam sat down on the chair, slumping in his seat, giving up after only a few minutes of it. Suddenly, I knew he'd got an idea. I watched him as he glanced around the door, then looked twice at something behind my left shoulder, before silently, getting up and headed that way. Without warning, the four radio speakers that were in each corner of the room, blurted out the loudest opera you've ever heard. It sounded louder than the New York opera house. Almost immediately, all three of them covered their ears, attempting at blocking the screeching noise from their ears, then shouting at him to turn it off, though they were barely heard over the noise.

"Are you going to stop arguing"? Adam turned it down slightly, only enough to be able to be heard.

"Yes, yes, as long as this goes off". They all said instantaneously.

"Ok then". And as quickly as the music had been turned on, it was turned off.

The rest of dinner was almost silent, except for the light conversation that came and went in spurts. I was amazed really, at how well Adam had handled the situation. Most parents would have continued shouting over the top of them, trying to stop them from arguing. In a way, it made me realize, that I was in no way, ready for my own children. That was only a taster of things, and I was always grateful that I could walk away from them, whereas if they were my own, I wouldn't be able to.

That night, I was laid in bed, reading whilst Adam was in the shower. Jocelyn, Mark and Katie had eventually settled down, and had retired to their rooms. I had heard Katie trying to explain everything to this Zoë earlier, but Katie was struggling to get a word in edgeways. When she put the phone down, I was almost expecting yet another argument, but there was none, whether they were waiting until a better time or not, I was unsure. Just then, Joc put her radio on, a little louder than necessary, and I heard Adam shouting to her on his way down the hall.

"We have to find our own place soon". He told me as he entered our room, closing the door tightly behind him.

"Oh c'mon, it's not that bad. I'm sure you were once apart of these arguments". I laughed, as we could hear the beginning of another argument erupting between the twins about who was next in line for the bathroom.

Joc must have obviously jumped the queue whilst the two were arguing, causing an even bigger argument. Adam climbed off the bed, opening the door and stepping onto the hallway, obviously watching the twins bang on the bathroom door.

"Have I got to put dad's music back on"? He shouted, then suddenly all sounds diminished and the vague 'night' was said between them.

"They're gonna think of you as Captain Blood". I giggled, as he lay back down beside me.

"I'll make you a deal then. You can stop me becoming another Captain Blood by going to sort them out the next time they start fighting". He laughed, though added a little sigh.

"No, I think I'm ok sat right here". I laughed.

"Think of it as practice". He told me, a playful smile lighting his face up.

"For"? I teased in retaliation.

"You know when we have some little Adam and Julie's running around". He laughed as he described the little Adam and Julie part.

"Whoa there tiger, that's not gonna be for years yet". I tried laughing, but found it quite difficult.

"What you don't want kids"? He questioned me, leaning up on one elbow.

"It's not that I don't want kids, I just think it'll be a few more years before I'm the slightest bit ready for them. I mean we're still 'kids' ourselves really". I tried explaining. "And truthfully, the thought kinda gets to me, I mean earlier when Katie and Mark were arguing, I tried to resolve the problem, but didn't, then you came in, and did".

"Arr sweetie, I know how to resolve Katie ands Mark's arguing because I've known them their whole lives. I mean when Guy and Connie argue, you know how to resolve that because you've been around them enough to know how. If you lived here for at least a year, and noticed what works to solve their fights, then you too could solve them. Just like when our kids are fighting, you're gonna know how to resolve the fight, because you will know them". He leant up and kissed the corner of my mouth.

"But aren't you the least bit worried that we'd be awful parents"?

"Not really. I mean at the moment we'd be awful parents because we're still growing up ourselves, but in years to come when we're married and have a secure home and stuff, I know we're gonna be great because, well we just are". He laughed.

"Right, ok, if we have children later on, you have to promise me one thing"? I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"What's that"? He asked curiously.

"If ever I start getting like my mom, you'll kill me right there". I laughed, rolling closer to him.

"Promise". He said sincerely, starting to laugh with me.

Anyways that it for that chapter. So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!