A/N: Well, I tried to space it out a little better…. It took a little longer than the other chapters, but I'll try to keep the coming… More reviews please!

"Well, I guess… Now we really do have to say goodbye…" Emmaline said quietly.

They nodded and took turns hugging, and Channing turned away quickly, "Come on Cadence…" She said walking towards the car.

She was driving to the airport (with her mother, obviously). Channing and Cadence would say goodbye at the airport, a tearful one for sure. Suddenly Channing was knocked to the ground by Kelli.

"Ah, dammit, Kelli!" Chan yelled. Kelli had jumped on her back, and had now pinned her to the ground. "You seriously thought you were gonna get away that easily?" She asked pointedly, standing up.

Channing stood up brushing herself off, and Kelli hugged her, and Emmaline joined her.

"We'll miss you Chan. I still can't believe you guys are all leaving me here by myself." Kelli said solemnly, letting go of Channing.

She looked out of the window with a sigh, and put back on her headphones, starting them up. She had gotten on the plane after a tearful goodbye to Cadence. They had all promised to write, but it was going to be an odd summer.

"Excuse me." Said a voice next to her. It was an old man, looked like he was in his 70's.

"Um, yes?" She said to the man, looking around, making sure she hadn't, like, stepped on his toe, or knocked his dentures out or something.

"Would you mind letting me use your CD player for a little while?" He asked gruffly, motioning to her brand new CD player. Channing felt bad for him, supposing that he didn't have much longer to live anyways, so she handed it to him, a little irritated though.

He put his little CD in and sat there for a moment, just getting situated, then closed his eyes, and it was like that for the next hour or so.

Cadence had just gotten off her plane and was headed to baggage claim. After she got her bags she went outside, and looked for the car that was said to have been arranged to pick her up.

"Rodman! Car for Rodman, Cadence Rodman!" Yelled a voice, except it sounded more like, 'Rhode-men! Cahd-ins Rhode-men!' It was a tall guy with a much needed shave. His five-o-clock shadow was turning into a light fuzz.

"That's me!" She called out, dragging her luggage over to the white car. The rugged guy opened the door for her. She noticed that from closer up, he looked much younger. Not to mention better looking. He was probably eighteen or so, and had plain brown hair that sat messily on his tanned head. He had a rather small nose, but large, round, brown eyes, which stared a hole in yours while he spoke to you.

"You are Cadence?" He asked with his accent.

"Um, yes…" She replied anxiously. He looked mildly surprised.

"Oh, my boss told me you were an old woman. Crazy guy my boss is."

She nodded politely, and he jumped towards her door. "Oh, excuse me; I forgot my manners for a moment." He said opening the door with a slight bow. She blushed and got in while he put her bags in the trunk.

"Okay, well, while you are here, I am supposed to be your 'driver'." He said with air-quotes. She nodded as he drove down the busy road, and turned onto the interstate.

"So, just call me," he said taking out a piece of paper, "at this number if you wanna go somewhere." She nodded and opened her book and read as they cruised down the interstate.

She looked up suddenly. "What's your name?" She asked curiously.

He glanced back at her with a small grin "Lewis." He said matter-of-factly.

She thought about his English accent, and couldn't help herself. "Are you English?" She finally said.

He smiled. "Yes. I'm from a small farm town just south of London. I needed to get away from the farmland, so I came here and got a job with your father's firm. They just started letting me drive. I've been training for a month."

She nodded, and let it sink in, and continued to read.

"I said no whipped topping!" Cried the ten year old hoarsely.

Kelli grinned close-mouthed and said, "I am so sorry. Let me make you another one, and I'll make it a size bigger since I messed it up." The mother nodded, and Kelli did the job tensely. The night shift was almost over, but the boss, Lyle, had yet to stop watching her intensely.

"Be polite, Richman." He whispered to her as he walked by, going to make a frappicino. She scowled and handed the ratty-haired girl her new drink. The girl stuck out her tongue as they walked away, and before she knew what she was doing, she stuck hers out right back at her. And much to her displeasure her boss saw her and shook his head.

"There goes another dollar Richman. Do it right, or you're gonna wish you never applied here."

It had only been an hour, and Emmaline was already prepared to kill her five-year-old cousin. "I swear to God Garrett, if you don't shut the he-", she stopped herself, "…Heck up, I might have to…" She cried out in frustration. She was supposed to be babysitting the little kid, but had already poured out a bag of sugar, eaten dishwasher soap, and when she finally got him to sit down and watch TV; he wouldn't stop yelling obscene words, because he knew them from his friends at daycare.

"Just shut up!" She yelled, and just then the front door opened as the little boy cried out, "Mommy! Asshole!"

The parents stared at the two in awe. "What was that, Emmaline?" Her Aunt asked her, her eyes wide.

Emmy searched her brain for what to say, quickly. Her Aunt looked as if she was naked in front of the crowd, completely exposed, and her Uncle's face was flushing a dark crimson.

"Come with me, Emmaline." He said, leading her into another room.

"I-"

"He just-"

"I didn't know-"

"It wasn't my fault!" She finally managed.

He glared at her, and looked at the ground. "Winthrop told me you were well raised. I should have known that with his…Upbringing, that his daughter would be no different."

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it, young lady! Your father is a very irresponsible man, and-"

Her face was going crimson, and she felt like wringing the man's neck. "My father is plenty responsible, for your information!"

"That's from your perspective, and I don't care about a bratty little teenager's idea of responsibility. And using that language with my child!"

She gasped in indignation. "Excuse me!" She cried.

He ignored her and continued. "I try to keep my son in a Christian environment!"

She laughed, "Ha! A 'Christian environment'? Yeah right! He learned all that crap from that daycare you put him in!"

He shook his head and walked out of the room, and Emmaline stomped up to her room madly.

B/N: Well, I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be soon, I'm about halfway through it. Later (R&R!)!