Rydel's POV:My parents came in with the food, and set it down on the dinner table I front of us. My mom made baked Chicken Parmesan, with Mashed Potatoes and Salad. It was a simple dinner.

"I just put the desert into the oven, it should be done by the time we are."My mom says, as she takes a seat, and my dad follows, sitting next to her.

"So Mike, tell us a little about yourself."Mark says, placing a piece of chicken on his plate, before passing the rest of the chicken around the table.

"Heh, there's not much to know."Mike chuckles.

The tension in the room right now was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. I take a sip of my water, and Mike starts talking again.

"Well, uhm."He starts."I graduated HighSchool already from Charlestown High. I'm 18. I moved here to California from Boston with my sister and brother. And my favorite color is pink."He finishes.

"Pink What are you a girl?"Rocky's comments, making me choke on my water.

"Rocky!"Stormie whisper screams. You could hear the little snickers coming from my brothers, including Ratliff.

I shoot a glare, towards the 5 boys.

"No, I'm clearly not a girl. But, I like pink because it's the color of the ribbon that symbolizes Breast Cancer...That's uh...what my mom died from..But overall it's red.."Mike answers.

I look over to see the guilt on Rocky's face, once they stop snickering.

My dad clears his throat.

"So, do you plan on going to college? Do you even have a job yet, or are you just gonna live off of your family for the rest of your life."He asks.

Yeah, I'll take back what I said before. This dinner may not go as smooth as I planned.

"Well uh, I've been looking for one. I'm trying to move out of my sisters place by the time I'm 19, so I'm gonna save up."Mike cuts a piece of his chicken and takes a bite.

...

The dinner turned out to be semi-okay, if you didn't count the times one of the boys made a rude comment, my dad's questioning, or the tension between Kelly and I. Even though, I know my brothers were just being protective and caring over me, I think that still should have cutted Mike some slack. He's just a friend.

The dinner ended about an hour ago, and Mike left. So right now, I was in comfy clothes, with my hair in a ponytail, watching Season 4 of The Vampire Diaries. It was literally an addiction. Once you watch one episode, you're instantly hooked.

I was curled up, under my comforter, eating ice cream. It was the episode where Caroline was hosting Miss Mystic Falls. Right now, it was on the scene with Klaus and Caroline, talking about her old Miss Mystic Falls application. They're literally the cutest. That's why they're my OTP. Klaroline is literally endgame, no If's And's or But's about it.

My room was currently dark, the only light was coming from the illuminated TV screen.

My phone lit up, before a text from 'Mike*insert emojis*' popped up. It said 'FaceTime? :)'.

I replied back, 'yea, hold on.'

I can't let him see me like this.

Wait, what am I saying?

'He's just a friend, Rydel. Just a friend.'i repeatedly told myself.

The way you look shouldn't matter to him, it's not like you're dating, or you like him or anything.

Well maybe I d-

I was cleared out of my thoughts, when my phone started vibrating, and Mikes face showed up.

I answered the FaceTime call.

Mikes face appeared, and it looked as if he was laying down.

"Hey!"I wave to my phones screen, making sure that Mike sees it.

He smiles.

"Hey Rydel. What are you doing?"He asks.

"Watching The Vampire Diaries."I turn my phone to the TV, so that he can sees.

I turn it back to my face.

"I have no idea what that is."He says.

"Seriously?"I was shocked, almost everyone I knew watched it. Even my brothers.

"Completely serious."He says.

"Oh My God, you have to watch it."

"You'll have to show me it on day."

"Yeah, I will."I smiled."So..how do you think the dinner went?"

"It was okay...lots of tension."Mike replied.

We continued talking for a while, about different things before I started to get tired.

...

It was the next morning. I woke up, and took a shower. Mike texted me saying, he'll be taking me to that place tonight, to celebrate my freedom.

I was wearing a red jumper that said 'love', a pair of skinny jeans and my red TOMS. I straightened my hair down, but I didn't put on any makeup.

I get on my phone, and log into my twitter, answering some of the fans' tweets.

In the middle of answering the last one there was a knock on my door. I lazily get up, and walk over to my door to open it.

I was surprised by who was there. It was Ratliff.

"Can we talk?"He asks, with one hand behind his head, scratching the back of his neck nervously...