Authors notes: Hey all. Fourth chapter here, updated quicker than I thought it would be, but that's always a good thing, huh? Anyway, I don't have much to say except all disclaimers and such are in first chapter and, THANKS TO ALL THE GREAT REVIEWS I GET!! Or, more specifically, thanks to all the great reviewers. :) Keep em comin'!

Meet My Family

"Moms going to freak when she finds out." Was the first thing Alex said when I walked into the house.

"If" I corrected, sitting next to him on the couch.

"If" he agreed with a nod, silently letting me know that he would keep my secret.

"I didn't know you were dating Matt Hardy." Alex's voice broke the few moments of silence and I noticed the slight tinge of hurt from what he obviously thought was a secret from him.

"I'm not." I assured him, then added, "I wasn't. I mean, we just had our first date tonight." I then explained everything that happened, including the meeting in detention. I left out what exactly Dean had interrupted at the movies that night, though. Some things my brother just didn't need to know, even if he probably got an eye full just five minutes ago.

"Jeff told me Matt beat up Dean too. I was ganna ask if you saw him in detention." Alex said and after a thoughtful pause added "I bet if Ma finds out at all it'll be from Trish." I sighed, wishing I could argue but I knew he was right.

Don't get me wrong, It's not like she would do it on purpose or anything, but Trish had the habit letting things slip without noticing who was in earshot. So all I could say in response was "I hope not."

Alex nodded in agreement, pulling himself from the deep cushions of the couch. "I better get going on my homework before mom gets home." He said and I groaned in response.

"Yeah, me too." I replied, following him down to the hallway to our bedrooms that were right across from each other, with mine on the right and his on the left.

Our mom's room was down at the other end of the house, past the living room, dining room and kitchen. She had her own bathroom while Alex and I shared the one between our rooms, located at the very end of the hallway that our bedrooms where down. The garage connected to the kitchen which, when combined with the dining and living room, looked like one big room.

Halfway through my math homework, I heard my mom walk in. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was around ten thirty, an hour before I was due home. Wondering if Ange had told her he let me off early or not, I silently closed my door and hoped she wouldn't notice my light was on while talking to Alex. See, my mom was one of those I-need-to-know-everything- about-my-children moms. Yeah, lucky us, right?

Anyway, everyday she comes home from work and it's straight to our rooms for a full report. I half concentrated on my work and half listened to the murmurings of my mother and brother, ready to serve as a decoy if Alex needed me. Five minutes later my mother raised her voice, making it easy to hear what they were talking about.

"Alexander Dumas, I told you I don't like you hanging around with that Hardy boy. He is going to get you into some serious trouble one of these days."

I laughed out right from the privacy of my bedroom. The truth was whatever trouble Alex and Jeff had gotten into was because of my brothers coaxing. Jeff, as far as I've seen and heard, was no angel, it was true. But he didn't exactly go looking for trouble; the exact opposite of Alex who loved to stir up it up wherever he went. My mother, of course, was oblivious to this fact, she only saw 'Buzzer'.

Closing my math book with a sigh, I saw my opportunity to repay Alex for not squealing about my riding around, playing tonsil hockey with Jeff Hardy's older brother. I opened my door with as much noise as possible, calling out a cheerful "Hey Ma!"

"Why Amy honey, what are you doing home so early?" she asked both surprised and delighted. Alex threw me a grateful look and got back to his homework.

I expertly led my mother away from Alex's room as I explained why Ange had let me off so early. "And you came right home?" she asked slightly suspicious.

"No," I replied, getting an apple out of the fridge. "I hung around so Trish and I could have dinner, then I headed home." Hey, it was the truth; just the very shortened version of it.

"Well, I wish you would have called me, I don't like you walking home alone at night." Mom replied, sitting at the dinning room table. "Ma, It's only two miles and I'm sixteen." I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Even so, we can't be to careful." She said sternly. "So how was work?" I asked, changing the subject. I wondered how she would react if I started prying into her business, asking who she took her break with and if she talked to any guys. But on the other hand, I doubt I wanted to know.

"Your father called." Mom said stiffly, after a small explanation of what happened at work that day. I groaned inwardly at these three words. Any mention of Dad from Mom was never a good thing. Since their divorce five years ago they usually tryed to pretend the other didn't exist.

"Oh?" I replied as if offhand.

"Yes, seems you missed a lunch date with him yesterday. Seems to think it was my fault." She said accusingly.

"Oh right." I said, just remembering we had changed it from Sunday to Wednesday this week. "I totally forgot. How'd he think it was your fault?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't get into it but to curious not to.

"He says I should have reminded you. But I know what he really thinks." She replied and this time I groaned aloud, knowing what was coming. Mom acted like she didn't even hear me and went on,

"He thinks I just don't want you to see him, which is totally crazy. I think it's important for you kids to spend as much time with him as you can; because soon you'll be grown up with kids of your own and then It'll be to late. Besides, a growing boy like Alex needs a positive male figure in his life, especially at this age. But does he listen? No, of course not. When has he ever listened to me?" I wondered vaguely if she was still talking to me.

"I'll call him tomorrow and apologize." I said and started heading down the hall towards my room, but she didn't reply.

"What the heck was that all about?" Alex asked before I went into my room.

"Dad." I answered with a sigh and he rolled his eyes, nodding before going back to his work.

Once I shut my door, I noticed the time on the alarm clock next to my bed and decided Trish should be home from work by now. Since Trish had her own line in her room, I always called her when it was after nine- which is as late as my mom wanted anyone to call us. After two rings, she picked up with,

"Well, at least you made it home alive." I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

"Nice to know you care." I replied.

"So, how'd it go?" she asked, generally curious and not just trying to be polite.

"Great, we rode around for a little bit, then went to see a movie." I hoped she wouldn't ask which one because, frankly, I still had no idea.

"Did he kiss you?" She asked and I didn't respond.

"Geez Amy, I can't believe you. I know you're into cars and everything but he's a Buzzer."

"Trish, I like Matt, Matt likes me and as long as I can help it, I am going to keep seeing him. Now, if you are really my friend you'll look past your stereotypical view of him and be happy for me." I stated, pissed but pleased I had gotten that out.

She was quite for a few minutes and then "Your right, Amy. I'm sorry, I just wish you'd fall for a better guy, But I'll keep my mouth shut." She paused. "And I am happy for you."

Satisfied, I thanked her and, with the promise of walking to school together the next day, we hung up. I was actually surprised she gave in so easily but I knew I sunk a little low with the whole 'If you were really my friend' bit. It didn't give her much option.

I took a quick shower and slipped into some sweat pants and a big t-shirt before falling into bed. Hundreds of thoughts were swirling around in my head that night and it took me awhile before I got to sleep. The memory of Matt's kisses were still so fresh and I wanted to savior the moment.

Although it was true that Matt was the first person I've ever kissed and so I had nothing to compare it too, I though he was great at it. For the first time I could remember, I couldn't wait to go to school. Not that I'd see him much, though. I mean, he's not in my grade and I couldn't remember if I had his lunch or not. I finally willed my mind to clear so I could get some much needed rest.

Authors Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short, or maybe it just seems short because nothing really happens. But just wait, tomorrow we get to go to school! Woo hoo! Will we get to have lunch with Matt? Tune in next time to find out.