Ding-dong.

"Ugh, Suse, wouldja get that please?" Angelica groaned without opening her eyes, lying back on her friend's bed with her feet dipped in baby oil and water. Susie, who was preparing her homemade face mask for Angelica, placed the ceramic bowl down and stood up silently. "Ok, since it is my house and all." She disappeared down the hallway in an instant.

Just as Angelica was beginning to get the hang of sleep, she heard a loud "ANGELICA!" call. The blond flew up, kicking over the bucket of water and her arm knocking off the face mask substance. She bit her lip as the chunky mush began seeping into the carpet. Something tells me I better leave after this, the girl thought as she straightened her burgundy bohemian skirt and scampered toward the door.

The second she got to the hallway she froze. Standing at the door was her mother, her father, and her Aunt Chelsea, all three of them with sympathetic smiles on their faces. In front of them was Susie, also having that plastic smile. "Uh, Angelica? I think the door's for you." She laughed dryly and sidestepped out of the way.

Her mom and dad backed up a little, smiling a little too hard. "Well hon, we know you're a little bit upset with us, but now that you know about your sister we certainly can't shield you from her."

"Like all these years." The blond stated bluntly, with no emotion on her face. Charlotte winced, but quickly grinned again. Her Aunt Chelsea stepped up, hands behind her back. It was funny; Angelica had always liked her aunt. She was very tall and bone skinny, but always sent her beautiful outfits ever since she was two. She had long blond hair usually tied in one ponytail, always looking exactly like her older sister. Her smile was truthful and genuine. Funny how now she couldn't stand this woman, and her smile seemed empty and forced.

"Well Angelica, you know I've been taking much care to keep Kaylee hidden from you. Since your mom and dad finally decided to spill the beans, I have no more reason to hide her, so here…she is!" She sidestepped and brought her hands out from behind her back, pushing forward a young girl.

Yes, she looked exactly the same as the picture taken three years ago.

The brunette shyly cocked her head at her, raising a hand to wiggle her tiny fingers. "Um, hi, Angelica. I'm…Kaylee. I've wanted to meet you my whole life."

Angelica blinked, then threw her head back as she gave a hollow laugh. "Oh great, even the little whelp knew about me! Well, guess what little sis," She bent down and cut her eyes. "I still don't want to meet you."

The little eight year old's eyes watered, and she bit her lip much like Angelica did in a troubling situation. Her hands fumbled behind her back and she switched from foot to foot. "You…don't like me?"

"No!" She threw her hands up. "I liked being an only child! Now I'm a big sister! Maybe that would've been cool if you grew up with me--but you didn't! So why should I like some snot nosed brat!"

Instantly the girl screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. She turned and ran to Drew, clasping around his waist. Her hugged his younger daughter and glared at Angelica. "Daddy, she hates me!"

Something snapped inside Angelica. "That's my dad, not yours!" She pointed a manicured finger at her.

"That's enough Angelica, grow up!"

The teenager searched with deadly eyes for the voice, and turned around, her mouth dropping as she realized who it was coming from. Susie, her closest friend ever since toddler age, was glaring daggers at her with her hands on her hips. "She's a little girl, Angelica! She doesn't know how you're feeling, just flat out yelling at her won't help anybody. Kaylee can't understand why she's been kept from you, don'tcha think she ought to know something?"

Angelica's mouth flapped uselessly, no words coming out. Finally hot tears flooded down her cheeks and she just started to back up. "Oh. Ohhh--I see. You like that little girl, don't you?"

Susie shrugged. "Yeah, she's cute and sweet."

She nodded. "Yeah, everything I never was. Wow…I feel like…nothing." The girl started to walk, on wobbly legs, towards the door. The family scooted out the way, prepared for some kind of drama. But the teen staggered on, tears blurring her vision. She began to hug herself; she couldn't go home, they'd all be coming for her there. There was only one place, one person who could comfort her--who always could, always did, and always will.

He was only two blocks away.

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Yep, next two chapters are up. And thanks so much to acosta perez jose ramiro for the review and idea. I'm working on it now.