Hey everyone! So you all must be thinking, "Oh no! What's wrong with her?" Lol, well if you are… the answer is EVERYTHING! I know I've been updating a lot lately but I just got over my DWB (Dreaded Writer's Block as Baylee and I say) and I just have this MAJOR urge to write! Writing for me is like breathing… I have to do it to live. Ooh, that's a good quote! Feel free to use it whenever you'd like :) Anyways, let's get going!

Love,

Lauren :)

P.S. Again, Baylee will NOT be able to update until Sunday! I repeat: Baylee will NOT be able to update until Sunday! :D

"I don't know, they just seem like a perfect match, don't you think?" I asked James as we walked along the sidewalk as snow flurries slowly fell. He sighed and played with the loose button on his coat.

"Yeah," he confessed. "They do. But your mom love's Will and Jack loves Cassandra." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I know," I said in disappointment. "But for some reason, whenever I picture my parents, I just picture Mom and Mr. Dawson." James looked at me and smiled, then put his arm around me.

"Laurel," he began. "Everything's going to be fine." I sighed and held the hand that now lay on my shoulder, our wool gloves scratching against each others.

"I know," I said quietly. I continued to limp along with James, my heart still broken in two, when we both saw Kara come running towards us.

"Hey guys!" she yelled, her voice full of excitement. We both smiled, and James slowly lowered his hand to my hand. I looked up at him and smiled, and he smiled back.

"What's up?" James asked as Kara now stood in front of us, glaring at our hands.

"Well what's up with you two?" she now asked, suspicious of our intertwined fingers. I chuckled and pushed a loose curl out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Just, what do you want Kara?" James asked. She rolled her eyes and smiled, and held up a piece of paper.

"Look what got sent to our house." James rolled his eyes and grabbed the piece of paper.

"Oh," he said, turning the paper over a couple of times. "Parent teacher conferences." My eyes went wide and I grabbed the slip of paper.

"What?" I asked nervously. I looked it over and over and sighed.

"Well now you can find out if you're related to Mr. Dawson, right?" Kara asked. I sighed and handed her back the piece of paper.

"Yeah, right."

"Hey sweetheart," mom said as I walked into the restaurant. "Oh, here." She set down an envelope on the counter, and I didn't even have to look at it to know what it was.

"It's for parent teacher conferences," I said. She looked at me strangely. "Kara told me." She now smiled and nodded, then tucked back a red curl behind her ear as she hung a piece of misled toe over the doorway. I continued to walk in through the house, and attempted to through the envelope away, when mom stopped me.

"Hey," she said. "What are you doing? Don't you want me to meet your teachers?" I bit the inside of my cheek and placed the envelope back down on the counter.

"Some of them." I mumbled. She raised an eyebrow in confusion and walked over to where I was now sitting at the counter.

"What's up?" she asked. I sighed and absentmindedly started playing with my thumbs.

"Nothing, it's just, well, my art teacher, he-" I began when James started incredulously knocking on the door. I jumped, startled, and sighed again in disappointment.

"We'll talk later," mom said as she headed towards the door. She opened it and scratched her head.

"Hello James," she said in her sweet, monotone voice. "What do you need?" He looked at me and frowned.

"Laurel, I have to talk… to Laurel." He said through pants. I smiled and walked over to the door, mom walking back into the kitchen.

"What?" I asked. He stood up straight, after hunching over to put his hands on his knees, and smiled.

"I have an idea." He said. I raised an eyebrow.

"An idea for what?" I asked. He smiled devilishly and pulled me onto the porch.

"In art class tomorrow, why don't you do something so terrible that Mr. Dawson has to call your mom down to school and then you can find out if you're like cousins or something?" I cocked my head and frowned.

"Or," I began. "I could just wait until the parent teacher conferences." He frowned and whacked his head with his hand.

"Dammnit!" he yelled. "I'm so stupid!" I laughed and playfully pushed him away. He smiled and pulled me close.

"Uh," I began, when I suddenly looked up and saw the piece of misled toe that mom had hung a couple minutes earlier. James followed my gaze and smiled when he saw it.

"Hmm," he said, now looking back at me. "Aren't we supposed to kiss?" I looked back at his dark brown eyes and smiled as well.

"Well it is tradition." I said. He smiled once again and gently put his hands around my waist. I giggled as he pulled me closer and leaned farther towards him. Our lips touched softly for a moment, and then we both leaned in closer, our lips fully pressed together. I couldn't help but smile though, and laugh, so I had to pull away. We both laughed for a moment before I playfully pushed him away again.

"I'll see you later," he said as he started towards the steps. I smiled and waved as James walked over towards his house.

I walked back into the house, mom looking at me suspiciously, and sighed in pure joy as I leaned my back against the door.

"Laurel," she said nervously. I smiled and walked past her slowly towards the stairs.

"I love misled toe."

Hehe! Please review! I know it was extremely short and I know it's extremely late for some of you guys but something came up and I couldn't get to writing… long story… anyways, review! Thank you very much! :D