I went inside, to the kitchen and sat down in the corner chair by the table.

"So. . . Can I stay the night with-"

"No. . . You spend too much time with Farid." My jaw dropped. I almost spit out my drink.

Nana let me every time Farid asked, but the only time I ask, I get told no. What the heck?! Why is that? It's not my fault everyone likes Farid a lot more then me.

"Please? If no one can pick me up tomorrow then I can be picked up Sunday. They won't mind." I shrugged.

"No. . . You are a teenage girl and no one wants you coming home one day and being pregnant." I slammed my hands down on the table.

"Nana! You really think that? I won't do that! I promise!" I said. Nana, my grandma, was no of the few people that trust me, but I can't believe that she would think about that. "Well. . . I don't care. I'm still leaving to stay the night. . . And you won't be able to find us." I went stomping into Mawmaws room, filled up my backpack with clean clothes, grabbed my drink and left. "I'll be back sooner or later!" I yelled.

Shoot. . . Dustfinger didn't say where to meet them. I walked to the deer stand, hoping they were there and they were!

"Hi, guy's. . . I'm never going home, again." I told them while plopping down by Farid, but in front of Dustfinger. I pouted, crossed my arms over my chest and wouldn't look up at Dustfinger or Farid.

"And. . . Why would that be?" Dustfinger ask me. I kept my head down.

"Because. . . Nana thinks I'm going to get pregnant. . . But with. . . Farid's child. . ." Dustfinger chuckled and Farid blushed like crazy. I looked up to see Dustfinger smirking down at me.

"Really? I was wandering how long it would take someone to think about that." I looked at Farid.

"Farid. . ."

"Why would she think that?" He ask, childishly.

I smiled at his cuteness.

"Because a lot of teenage girls my age are. . . They want to be safe rather then sorry."

"Oh. . ." He looked shy right then.

Why can he be cute like that?!

"Okay. . . Would you rather me stay the night or not? It's up to you."

Farid looked up at me. Dustfinger hasn't said a word for a while, what's up with that?

"Don't make me choose! You might get mad at my answer!"

"No I won't. I promise."

"Okay. . . I want you to stay the night. . ." I grinned.

OK OK! I know this one was short but the next chapter will be the last one! So don't get mad!