Allie was staring at the E! Channel, picking at the food left on her plate. Roger walked in and lay on his stomach next to her.

"Why'd you tell your brothers to question us? I thought it was a police examination!" Allie laughed and picked off a large piece of her roll.

"Really? What'd they ask?" Before placing the roll into her mouth. Roger sighed.

"Basically everything you could possibly ask someone." Allie rolled over onto her back and dropped her plate harshly on the floor.

"Like what?"

"Like, how'd you meet Allie, How long have you known her, are you really living together, what are your intentions…shit like that." Allie sat up and began to laugh again.

"Please tell me you were honest!" He nodded.

"Absolutely. Oh, you should've seen their faces when I told them we met in a club…" She shook her head and turned off the TV.

"So, what are your intentions with Allie?" She mocked out of curiosity. He laughed this time.

"Don't refer to yourself in the third person, that's weird." She sighed and began to wander around her room.

"Ok, what are your intentions with me?" He sat up and stared at her.

"I don't want to tell you." She made her way into the deep closet filled with the clothes from her teen years. She touched them with surprise; she was amazed they kept them.

"Roger, don't be childish!" She called, her southern drawl growing continually thicker. He stood up and joined her in the closet.

"Wow, this reminds me of high school." She remarked as the pair stood, looking at each other.

"Spent a lot of time in the closet with boys, did you?" Roger asked, stepping closer to her. Allie nodded with a grin, backing up against her shoe shelf. Roger looked up at the wall of shoes in awe. "Good lord, you're a shoe whore."

"I am not!" She defended, although she had to admit he was right. "Ok, I am." Roger laughed.

"That is a lot of shoes." Allie turned around to look.

"Yeah, I guess so." Her voice had dropped to a whisper, but the south still rang through her voice. She turned around again and looked up at him. "So, what are your intentions with me?" Goddammit! Roger thought, as Allie posed her question. Why does she have to be so gorgeous?

"Screw it." Roger replied out of frustration, as he grabbed Allie and kissed her. She was shocked, but certainly didn't protest as her eyes closed, and her arms found her way around his neck.

"I forgot you were such a good kisser." Allie said, when they finally came up for air. Roger laughed and kissed her again. Hopefully you won't have to forget.

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Allie woke up the next morning in the arms of Roger. Fully clothed of course, as was he. Allie knew better this time than to sleep with him, and they had spent the entire night talking. As she raised her head slightly, Roger's eyes cracked open.

"Hey." He groggily mumbled, rolling over and resting on his elbow. She kissed him lightly.

"Good morning." She drawled, which caused him to groan.

"God, that accent is sexy." She smirked and mirrored Roger, settling on her right elbow.

"Well, lucky for you, it probably won't go away for a while." Roger smiled and planted another kiss on her lips.

"What time is it?" Allie asked, sitting up and looking for a clock. Roger checked his watch.

"Mhm, its 7:30." He fell back onto the pillow. "Too early." Allie got up and pulled out some sweatpants and a long T-shirt.

"Actually no," She replied, changing, "If we aren't down for breakfast in like, 3 seconds, we're dead." Roger remained unmoved.

"Is their coffee?" He asked, as Allie moved over toward him.

"Absolutely! How do you think I ever survived here?" Roger shrugged and sat up.

"I always kind of hoped you were a superhero." Allie smiled playfully.

"Well, I was, but my high school eventually came down on me for wearing that Wonder Woman suit." Roger laughed as Allie pulled him up and dragged him downstairs.

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Everyone was seated at the long oak table when Allie and Roger, giggling and holding hands, arrived in the dining room. Mark, Mallory, and Allie's brothers looked at them funny, but Mrs. Sutherland barely looked up from her paper.

"Nice of you to join us Allison, and…Roy?" Allie glared at her as they sat down.

"Roger, Ma. His name is Roger." She corrected, helping herself to some eggs and toast. Roger smiled at her as he poured himself some coffee. Mark continued to hold his confused gaze at them.

"What is going on with you?" He asked in a hushed tone on Allie's right. Roger and Allie both shrugged.

"Nothing." They replied in unison, exchanging happy glances. Mrs. Sutherland however, wouldn't accept this as an answer.

"Roger…what is going on between you and my daughter?" Her voice dripped with insincere kindness. Roger took a long sip of his coffee before answering.

"I don't really know what you are talking about, Mrs. Sutherland." Her mother laughed.

"Oh, call me Anna. Everyone does." She replied, taking a small bite of her breakfast. Allie watched her mother.

"Um, ok, since when do people ever call you Anna? It's not even your name!" Mallory began laughing, before her mother had time to respond.

"Like she is going to go around, having people call her Annabelle!" Her sister cried, dropping her fork. "I mean, how terrible would that be?" She looked over at her mother, who had her arms crossed. "Sorry Mama. You know what I meant." Mrs. Sutherland nodded.

"Of course I did, Mallory. No need to apologize." She turned back to Allie and Roger. "Now, I am not a fool. Allison, tell me why you and Roger here are all over each other." Allie shrugged.

"What's to explain?" Annabelle placed her fork down daintily.

"Well, I believe Mark is the father of your child?" Allie nodded.

"Yeah…"

"Then why aren't you engaged to Mark? Or at least dating him?" Roger and Mark were suddenly both embarrassed, and busied themselves with their food.

"Ok Mama, just because I'm having Mark's baby, doesn't mean I have to do anything. Accidents happen."

"Yes, but you are supposed to correct your accidents. Marrying Mark is the proper thing to do…" Allie sighed.

"When have I ever done anything because it was 'the proper thing to do?'" Annabelle shrugged.

"Never, and why should I expect you to? You have always been such a troublemaker, a burden on us all…" Roger rose.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Mrs. Sutherland rose to match him.

"I will talk to her however I want, Mr. Davis, and you will try your best to stay out of it!" Allie stood up and grabbed his arm.

"Roger, come on, you don't need to do this…" He shook his head.

"No, it's fine. Do you have to end every meal insulting her? Allie is…amazing! She's great, and you're too jaded by your bullshit southern customs to see it. You treat her like shit, and for what? What did she really do to you that was so horrible?" Allie grabbed Roger's hand.

"Roger, please, I can fight my own battles!" Mrs. Sutherland strode over to Roger, her face only inches from his.

"If you must know, she tried to kill me." Allie rolled her eyes.

"Not this again…Ma, I was three!" Her mother's gaze flashed towards her oldest daughter, and back to Roger.

"Nevertheless, she pushed me down the grand staircase when she was a child. I broke most of my bones, and it cost us millions of dollars in damages. I have never been able to forgive her." Roger started laughing.

"You hate her because of something she did when she was three?" Annabelle shrugged.

"Not only that, but all the trouble she got into at school; drugs, alcohol, sex…" Roger looked at Allie.

"You said you never did drugs!" Allie nodded.

"I never did…and how did I ever get into trouble for sex?" This time Noah, Allie's 15-year-old brother, piped up.

"That one time you were caught with that Nathan guy in the janitor's closet?" He suggested, joining in the conversation.

"How'd you know about that? You were nine!" James asked Noah. "But wasn't there also the time with John under the bleachers?" Fin and Mallory nodded.

"Yeah, but then that…ugh, what was his name? Billy I think…I don't where, but I remember hearing about him." Fin added, causing Allie to stare menacingly at her siblings.

"Ok, enough! I'm sorry I asked. But I didn't do drugs." She assured Roger, who shrugged.

"I would consider cigarettes drugs." Mallory said matter-of-factly. Allie turned her gaze to her sister.

"Aren't you nineteen, Mal? Not twelve." Allie's redheaded sister frowned.

"Allison, don't attack your sister." Mrs. Sutherland replied, as she directed the maids to clear the table. Mark, who had been silent most of this time, pulled out a deck of cards.

"Poker anyone?" Mallory jumped up.

"I'd love to!" James, Fin, and Noah all nodded.

"I'm in." James.

"Me too." And Fin.

"If you teach me how to play." That was Noah. Allie shrugged.

"It's cool with me." Roger was about to agree, when Mrs. Sutherland stopped him.

"Well, if all you other boys are occupied, Roger, would you mind helping me move a couple things? It won't take long." Allie's eyebrows raised, but Roger obliged to Annabelle.

"Um, sure, I guess." He agreed, which caused Mrs. Sutherland to smirk.

"Great! Follow me," She led Roger up the stairs, babbling away. "Oh yes, these things are so heavy, and I need them moved right away…"

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A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than usual, so I hope you appreciate that…I have some devious ideas for the next chapter…tee hee, boy are they devious! Well, if you review, then I will love you forever and make it rain cookies!