Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters expect Marissa.
As soon as Marissa got home she cleaned her room. She loved living with her father and didn't want to move in with her mom. Marissa's mother had legal rights to take her away if her father didn't treat her well, or took care of her.
"Marissa, someone's at the door for you," Mr. Collingsworth said as he knocked on Marissa's door.
"Who is it?"
"Jake, he looks kinda mad. What did you do?"
"Nothing," Marissa said as she opened the door and went down stairs. "Jake, what's wrong?"
"I need to talk to you, in private," Jake said.
"Okay, let's go up to my room," Marissa said as she led Jake up to her room and closed the door. "What's up?"
"Do you like Kevin?"
"What?"
"It's a simple question," Jake said, getting angry. "Do you like him or not?"
"Why?"
"Do you like him?" Jake yelled.
"No, why, what's wrong?" Marissa said sitting down on her clean bed.
"Thank God, are you sure?" Jake sighed.
"I'm sure. Does he like me or something?" Marissa said as Jake sat down next to her.
"He does like you, and you don't like him. That's great, no troubles," Jake sighed.
"I doesn't sound like there's no more troubles. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing. I hear your mom is coming, are you happy about that?"
"No," Marissa laughed. "Hey do you want to stay for dinner? I need some one to back me up on stuff, and I don't see my dad doing that."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"I think he still likes her," Marissa said as the door bell rang. "So what do you say?"
"Sure, I'd love too." Jake said as he kissed her on the lips.
"Are you ready to meet my mother?" Marissa asked as she opened the door.
"The question is, are you?" Jake said as he and Marissa walked down the stairs to see Marissa's mother.
Marissa's mother looked horrible, like someone had broken her heart. She clunked down her suit cases and almost fainted. Her make up was messed up completely and her clothes didn't look to well either.
Marissa was actually concerned for her mother's safety, but then again she wasn't. Her mother came back when she was younger looking like she did now and tried to win Mr. Collingsworth back, it didn't work.
"Honey, are you all right?" Mr. Collingsworth asked as he handed her luggage to me. "Can you put these in the bedroom?"
"Fine, can Jake eat with us tonight?" Marissa asked as she took the suitcases.
"Fine, whatever just make your mother feel at home."
"Okay," Marissa said as she walked up the stairs, Jake followed.
"What's wrong with your mother?" Jake asked as he took a suitcase out of Marissa's hand to help her out.
"She's trying to win my dad back, again. Let's just hope it works out like it did last time," Marissa said as she put her mother's suitcase down in the bedroom.
"How did it turn out?"
"He didn't take her back."
"Why?"
"Because of me," Marissa said. She sighed and sat down on her father's bed. Jake quickly ran over and sat down next to her.
"How on earth did you effect his decision?"
"I told him not to get back with her."
"So it won't be any different this time, will it? You just need to tell him that you don't want him to back together with her."
"But what if I want them to be together?" Marissa asked as her mother came up the stairs to find them.
"Then I say you're in trouble," Jake whispered to Marissa. He got up, followed by Marissa. He grabbed a hold of Marissa's hand as they walked down the steps behind her mother to dinner.