Gracie's POV:

"How old are you?" Cassandra asked, in her full interviewing uniform. She always wore this outfit when she was interrogating a new potential friend of mine.

"16." Justin replied, fidgeting.

Cass was wearing her glasses, which you rarely ever see on her face, unless she's reading. And she never reads.

"What compelled you to approach my little sister?"

I giggled, then turned around and left the two of them alone in the office, but I decided to stand outside and listen.

"Well, she was singing, and I ended up listening, so I walked over to her and told her she sounded great."

"Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?" She was on a roll. Usually, she wasn't this serious. But Justin is a boy. Most of the time, she's dealing with a girl.

"No, I haven't." I could tell he was struggling with his answers. He seemed pretty hesitant.

"If you looked at a glass of water filled halfway, would you say it was half full, of half empty?"

I never understood why she asked people this. What does it have to do with anything?

"I'd say half full."

I could tell Cass was peering at him through squinted eyes, and Justin was antsy in his seat. I felt so bad for him.

"Would you ever intentionally try to harm my little sister?"

"No, of course not. I promise, I'd never do that."

"Alright, you're all good." Cass stated, setting her glasses on the desk.

I didn't even have to be in the room to know her interrogation routine. The two of them were heading to the door, so I quickly ran into the living room as quietly as I could, and sat on the couch.

Cass and Justin appeared in front of me seconds later, Justin looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Dude, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." Cass said, looking at Justin with an apologetic look.

"N-no, really I'm f-fine." Justin stuttered, while making his way over to me.

I laughed. "So what do you want to do?" I asked him.

"Anything…as long as it doesn't involve me being in a closed off space."

My jaw dropped. "Are you claustrophobic?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Cass gave me a 'Oh crap, I'm out of here' look.

"I'm so sorry! Why didn't you say anything?" I pulled him over to the couch and sat him down.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, staring at him now.

He shook his head. "No, I think I'll be fine."

"Aw, now I feel all horrible." I said, slumping my shoulders.

He placed his hand on my thigh. "It's ok, you didn't know."

I looked over at him and smiled. Then he looked around my living room.

"Wow. This is a really nice place you got here."

"Thanks."

"Do you guys have to uh…pay the bills yourselves?" He asked, looking away from me. I made him turn back to look at me.

"You don't need to feel bad when you ask me questions like that. It's nothing, really. And no, this house was paid off a long time ago."

"So…do you guys have to get jobs in order to pay for everything else?" He kept his attention on me this time, but was hesitant.

I shook my head. "No. Family wealth."

He nodded. "That's nice. Well, can we go somewhere, a little more private? I have to tell you something."

Just then, my sister's head popped in the room from the kitchen.

"Somewhere private?" Cass asked, quickly walking into the room.

I stood up. "Nothing was going to happen."

Justin stood beside me. "Seriously, we weren't going to do anything. I just wanted to tell her something. But I guess I should tell you too…since you two seem to not know already."

"You mean that you're teen pop star Justin Bieber? We already knew." Cass and I said in unison.

He looked shocked. "You knew? I didn't get that impression."

"Well, we're not the type to go gaga for a famous person." Cass stated.

"UNLESS," I began, "it's Robert Pattinson. THEN I'll go gaga."

Cass laughed. "I don't know what you see in that guy. He's not even cute, and he's married."

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"I should probably run now, right?" She asked.

I nodded slowly, and she turned around and started running for the foyer.

I chased after her, screaming "TAKE THAT BACK!" at the top of my lungs.

She ran up the stairs to the second floor and ran into her room and shut the door. "Yeah, you better stay in there, you WEREWOLF! TEAM EDWARD ALL THE WAY!" I screamed, then ran back down the stairs and into the living room.

Justin was laid out on the floor laughing his head off. "What are you laughing about?" I asked, standing over him. His face was turning the color of a tomato.

I knelt down beside him and smiled. "Dude, breathe!"

He inhaled, and then kept laughing.

I shoved him. "What is so funny?" I really wanted to know what he was laughing at.

"You…you're TEAM EDWARD?" he continued laughing.

"Oh…so you're team Jacob? Gross, you filthy mongrel!" I chuckled, and he finally stopped laughing and sat up next to me.

"What's a mongrel?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Anything that's a crossed mix of different things. Which is what a werewolf is."

He just stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing."

"So…how come you were out in public without a disguise?" I asked.

He shrugged. "There weren't many people out."

I nodded and stood up. "Well, what do you want to do now?"

He looked up at me. "I don't know. You could show me your room I guess."

"Okay, follow me."

As we were walking toward the stairs, Justin looked around.

"This is a lot of space for just two people."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"How many floors are in here?"

"Four."

He raised his eyebrows. "Wow, four? That's insane."

"Right?" We were on the second floor now, passing my sister's room.

"You guys better not do anything inappropriate up there." Cass said, as we passed her bedroom door.

"I'm not gonna kill you if you come outta there Cass."

She opened her bedroom door and smiled at me. "Okay good."

Then she turned and headed downstairs.

"What floor is your room on?" He asked, staying close behind me.

"Do you want the light on? I can't sense that you're uncomfortable."

"Yes please." He said, his voice small and quiet.

I flipped on the light before we headed up to the 3rd floor. "My room is on the 3rd floor. The 4th floor is our library slash writing room. We use it for, well, reading and writing."

"That's so cool. You're so fortunate."

"So are you." I said.

"Well, now I am. I wasn't before."

"Well in my eyes you were. I know parts of your story Justin. You're more fortunate than most people. Money isn't the only thing people want."

I turned to face him as we stood in front of my bedroom door.

"What do you mean?" He asked, puzzled.

"You have a regular, loving family. I don't. I mean, I have my sister, and I love her more than anything, but I don't have a mom, or a dad, or my little sister. You do."

His jaw dropped, and he just stood there. "I-I'm sorry Gracie."

I sighed. "Don't be. I don't want you to be sorry. I just want you to know that you're much, much more fortunate than I ever will be."

He nodded, and pulled me in for a hug. I wasn't expecting this, but I hugged him back anyway.

He pulled back and looked at me. "I'll remember that next time."

I nodded and smiled. "Good. Now come on."

I turned around and opened the door to my bedroom.