Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and I own the plot X)

AN: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! OKAY? i can explain! it was my birthday two saturdays ago and we had an awesome time! Then i had stupid choir rehersal and couldn't update. teachers are out to get me with assignments and i think i've drowned in ratio and percentage equations :( last weekend was my concert and i'm updating tonight because i've got nothing to do (i'm not doing my maths homework cause it's so boring) and i'm waiting for GLEEEEEEEEEEEE to come on! Yes, i love you and yes, despite how much you hated me you love me too :)

Morrigan's POV

"ARRRGGHHH!" I screamed flinging myself onto Gramma's black couch and screaming into a pillow. How dare he! That bastard had scraped my baby and managed to take the mirror out with it. Gramma looked the other way when I starting swearing into the pillow, whilst dad was whispering into his cell phone, saying words like "scratched paint job" and "temperamental daughter". Screw him. The doorbell rang and Gramma calmly made her way to the door, not opening it, but eyeing me.

"Morrigan Rose, be nice." she said seriously and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I neatly sat up and re arranged my leather jacket and pet my hair. I fake smiled at Gramma and she rolled her eyes. She opened the doors and hugged both men. I turned back and tried to look for something to glare at.

"Hello boys, you must be tired from the long drive. Here, sit down in the lounge room and make yourself comfortable while I get the tea." Gramma said sweetly and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at the smiling pig, sitting on Gramma's coffee table. Why did everyone have to be so freackin joyful? Gramma shuffled into the kitchen and I was left with the two moving men.

"Hey Red, long time no see?" said a deep voice and I glared at him. I'd had many nicknames at La Push, one being "red". I absolutely hated it, because my hair was auburn, not red. My elder cousin had given it to me and it was the only thing he had called me by at the time.

"Piss off Jared." I said and clutched my right mirror tighter. Man, two minutes and he'd already started picking on me. He whistled at my attitude and I felt the couch sink lower. "kitty got claws! REOWWW!" he said, hissing like a cat. I glared at him then rolled my eyes at the sheer impossibility of him ever maturing. He laughed and enveloped me into a hug. "Missed you too, Red." he smiled and I smiled. He was such a douche. I'd closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest like i did when i was a kid and then the angry stomping carried up the stairs. I looked up to see Jared with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face.

"what?" i said annoyed and Jared just shook his head. I sighed and he took that as an oppurtunity to hold out his hand.

"Noo way. I am. seriously...Jared. NO!" i giggled as Jared lifted me onto his shoulder and walked over to the staircase. He dropped me on the third step, so we were the same height and he held out his hand again, determined. I groaned and began our handshake. when we were kids, Jared and me made a stupid little hand shake and we'd always do it whenever we saw each other. Our hands worked it's complicated pattern and we finished with a puff. Jared grinned in triumph and i rolled my eyes. He always got his way. We walked out into the garden and caught up on the recent events and mum's departure. When we got to the topic of Xander, Jared got all cryptic and I instantly glared at him.

"Well, I'm tired..." I said ending our awkward silence and headed inside. I was half way up the stairs by the time Jared was at the top.

"What the... How in Buddha's name did you get up there before me?" I said puzzled. Jared just shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"Look, Red, I know things have been tough at home, but La Push isn't the way it was five years ago...Things have changed too and some of this stuff is...well, it's too complicated for your little ears." he teased, I was having none of it and continued my treck up the stair case. When Jared didn't move I huffed and tried moving his arms out of the way.

"Jared, I am not in the mood for your little games. I'm tired, I've had my bike smashed to smithereens and blood is coming out of my lady parts. Puhlleeeassee, just leave me alone." I whined and he looked a bit queasy.

"God, did you really have to say that? You're seriously worse than Kim." He groaned and moved out of my way. I grinned cheekily in triumph and headed up the staircase and into my bedroom. I collapsed on my bed, exhausted from the day.

My dream was one of the weirdest i'd ever had. I was happily devouring grapes fed by the ever eternally handsome Jonny Depp, only to be interrupted by the crazy frog and his annoying music. I groan and wake up irritated. The evening twilight was filtering in from the drawn curtains and I rubbed my eyes. That stupid music was still playing and I was still half asleep and not happy.

"XANDER! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, TO CHANGE THAT DAMN CRAZY FROG RING TONE!" I shouted and drew over my covers. Wait a second, Crazy Frog Ringtone? That could only mean one thing...

My brother was home.

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