Disclaimer- See chapter 1

Rex woke up to the birds chirping, and the bright sunshine. The two things he hated most in the morning.
He pulled the covers back over his head, and tried to go back to sleep. That worked until he heard a loud thump, followed by his grand mother's yelling, "Get up slut! No free day for you, I demand you wash my clothing until I believe it's clean! Up!"

Rex slowly climbed out of bed, ran a hand through his messy hair, and threw on clean clothes. He headed downstairs to find his little sister with a bloody nose, the appearance of a black eye, and a tear stained face.

He made sure his grandmother had gone back upstairs before he pulled her into a hug, and used his healing skills to heal her face.

"I'll get you out of here somehow," he whispered soothingly. "Just deal with her a little while longer."

Aly showed the crack of a smile, and then scampered off to clean Melissa's clothes.

With the day before him, Rex decided to spend some time in town hanging out with his good buddies. He also decided Aly needed a few treats since her scuffle with Melissa would leave her with little to no food for a while.

While he was in the baker store, he heard two familiar voice bickering from outside.

"If we buy any more sugar than you'll get fat Richard!"

"Well I wouldn't be as large as you are, look at that fat!" Countered Richard, poking Mythriel in the side.

"Hey! You eat more than Lady Megan of Ham, and that's saying a lot!" Mythriel said, shoving her brother back.

They entered the baker's store anyway, and stood in the line just behind Rex.

Mythriel was very pleased that she was stuck behind a very good looking guy, complete with a nice ass and all, and preceded to ignore her brother's whining and constant prodding of what he called her fat.

Rex threw on his cold shield, and tried very hard to ignore the pretty girl standing next to him. Which didn't work at all. But hey, at least he tried.

"What is this baker's specialty?" She asked, tugging on his sleeve.

He shrugged, and answered, "Anything you like he'll dip in chocolate."

Mythriel nearly melted at the sound of his deep, velvety voice. If her brother hadn't been there she would've done her fainting act and seen how this handsome, dark stranger would react in situations like that. She'd learnt it from her mother, whom had done it whenever she wanted something really unreasonable from her father.

He turned back around, and ordered the food for Aly. He also tried to ignore the very good smelling perfume this girl was wearing. Or the fact that her hair was loose and the sun was making it look like a halo of fire. Or that the flesh that peeked from her midriff look really soft and tempting.

He mentally slapped himself, grabbed the food, threw money on the counter, and nearly made it out of there had not Mythriel grabbed his hand and slipped something in it.

He walked out of the bakery, and headed back home. That girl was too tempting, and already had won his male senses. He opened the thing she'd shoved in his hand, and realized it was an invitation to her birthday party.

He walked into the house, threw the invitation on the table for Michelle to see, and headed up stairs to his sisters room.

Michelle had worked her to the bone today. Even though it was six in the evening, Aly was sound asleep.

He slipped the pastries into her hiding place that Michelle didn't know about, kissed her fore head, and went off to that tree to see if he could get any more glances of the girl named Mythriel.

Rex, Lane, and Riley wander into the computer room, all shirtless and wet from a squirt gun/water ballon fight. They find the Mole sleeping at the computer, her head on the key board from the exhaustion of finishing her last high school play and writing this chapter. They pity her, and massage her neck and shoulders and hair line. She purrs, and promises them good make out scenes. This leaves everyone happy, and the boys leave, but not before giving The Mole nice, warm, wet hugs.