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The weekend had dragged on seemingly uneventful. After late Friday night I didn't hear from Ed or Adam again. I had tried calling Adam on Saturday but all it did was go straight to his voicemail and when I had called Ed he told me he was out looking for Adam. I'd offered my services but he quickly declined them saying that it would be easier finding Adam on his own. He was up to something and he knew that I knew. He also knew that he did a piss poor job at hiding it. Ed, just like Charley, had always been super easy for me to read.

During the weekend I had also had time to think about what had happened that night in Jerry's garage. At the time it had all seemed completely fucking nuts but now that I had thought it through, I had probably just been overacting because of my nerves. It didn't seem fair to take it all out on Jerry. Nevertheless, I made sure to stay clear of him and mainly kept to myself in the house. I still wasn't accusing him of anything I just wanted to make sure that I kept my mind open and didn't jump back into conclusions.

I had even started getting used to the whole waking up super early in the morning thing. Which lead me to taking out today's trash while mom loaded up the back of the minivan with her Century 21 marketing posts. I was even properly dressed well, if you call cut-off shorts and an off the shoulder 80's David Bowie tee properly dressed.

Reaching the end of driveway I slide the garbage out onto the street and noticed Charley jumping onto his bike trying to most likely to kick start it. He bounced briefly in the seat and looked at it in complete disappointment as he got back off of it. My giggling must have been a lot louder than I had intended because almost immediately he looked in my direction and gave me the finger. Still giggling I gladly gave him mine back in return.

He started forward with the bike but stopped short when a very petite and pretty girl rolled her garbage can down to the end of her driveway. The minute she spoke to Charley his body took on a whole new posture as he padded his seat and threw up a surfer sign making her giggle. As she said her goodbye's and sauntered back to the house I couldn't help but chuckle as his eyes were glued to her butt as she made her exit.

"Kay don't encourage him," mom scalded as she nudged my arm.

"There's no way he could've heard me, mom."

"Oh I definitely heard you," he said as he rolled the bike past me and up the driveway.

I followed up right behind him as mom stood at the back of the minivan fixing her earrings.

"Hey kid, don't leer at the neighbors."

"I think leering is a bit of an understatement."

Quickly I dodged out of the way of Charley's hand that I assumed was meant to connect with my shoulder. Geez what was with everyone wanting to hit me today?

"She's the one that put the word on her butt I'm just reading it."

"And what a good Samaritan you are Charley!" I cooed.

I tried to swoop in to pinch his cheeks but he swiftly knocked my hand down while his other reached around and tagged me on my shoulder. Gingerly I rubbed it while I gave him a pouty face instantly making him laugh.

"Ugh is he ever going to move that dumpster?"

"Ah mom come on you gotta get over it," Charley shot back.

He waved his arm indicating the dumpster in question. I turned and watched as our mother looked at him like he had just sprouted a second head. Her eyebrows rose in surprise but she covered it up fast as she headed back in to the garage to pick up more of her posts.

"Attitude," she mumbled.

I coughed back a laugh as she gave me a fierce glare and loaded two more posts into the back of the van.

"Gee Charley been sharpening your fangs?" I teased.

Ignoring me mom went straight into interrogating him.

"Maybe it's stress or something?"

Pursing his lips together Charley shot me a look pleading with me to intervene. I gave him a Cheshire cat smile and threw up my hands letting him know he was on his own. This was just too fun not to watch. Plus it was nice not to be on the receiving end for once.

"Amy?"

"Amy's good," he shot back quickly his hands fidgeting with the screw driver. "Hasn't dumped me yet so…"

I was a tad confused until I remembered the blonde headed girl I had seen with Charley last Friday at school. Reaching over I gently punched his shoulder making him jump just a little.

"You ass why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"

Charley looked like he was only seconds away from having a panic attack. I watched as the wheels started to turn in his head. He didn't know what to say to me and I honestly don't know what he should have even said.

He didn't really have to tell me sorry since it was his own business to tell but…him not trusting me enough to actually tell me, well, it stung a little. Let me rephrase that, it didn't just sting a little; it stung a whole helluva lot. Looking at my baby brother now though I realized that I was expecting too much thinking that I deserved for him to tell me everything about his life when I hadn't really earned the right yet. I had been gone so long and being back now it felt like I had become an outsider. I didn't even really know who my brother was anymore and this was no one's fault but my own. Sadness began to grip itself around my heart as I looked at him and realized in four years everything had changed more than I could've ever realized.

But here I was standing here in deep thought probably looking like a robot. Quickly I placed a smile on my face and tried to make myself seem as cheerful as possible. Hopefully it wasn't a creepy amount of cheerful.

"You've got a girlfriend and you're over here checking out the neighbor's booty? You filthy man!"

The tension eased from his shoulders as a slight smile curled his lips. He brought his attention back to mom and I made my way into the inside of the garage.

"Everything with Amy is fine."

"You know getting what you want can be stressful especially when you aren't used to getting it. More to lose," she added as she made her way back towards the garage.

"You been reading those books, power of whatever the hell? Because they are definitely not working." Just like before he tried jumping on the bike, kicking out hard hoping to start it. "And neither is this bike," he mumbled in defeat.

"You know I'm more interested in the fact that I've been here for a few days now and this is the first time I've heard mom complain about the neighbors dumpster. It's quite a shocker."

Charley shot me a pleading look but it was too late. The words had already left my mouth before I could stop them.

"Oh come on it's an eyesore!" she hollered as she shoved a post into the trunk.

"Mom come on, you still can't be tripping out on some guys box."

"Apparently Charley she can and is!" I giggled.

She jabbed her finger in our direction giving us serious looks.

"You two go ahead and laugh but I'm trying to get people to move in here not join the legions moving party."

"I like that word, legions."

"That your word for the day?" I teased.

"I'm just going to have to have a talk with him about it because it is a total mess I mean where did all this concrete come from, huh? He isn't building a pool so where?"

Charley and I walked to stand beside her but fought on who would actually stand beside her. I ended up getting the short end of that stick. Watching her look around at the dumpster and Jerry's yard like a mad woman I was beginning to regret ever bringing it up.

Leaning in Charley said, "Maybe if you spy some more you'll find out."

A big smile spread across her face as she placed her hand on the side of the van.

"The guy lives three feet from our house. It's not spying."

I snorted and instantly went into a fake coughing fit as I tried to hide my hysterical laughter that started bubbling up.

"Awh come on mom not even you believe that," I giggled.

"Fine it's merely observing," she corrected.

Pushing away from the van she grabbed the trunks door and slammed it shut.

"I think even in Nevada they call that stalking."

Charley busted up laughing as he moved a few inches away from the van and moms palm that was playfully swatting us away.

"Go ahead and laugh it up you two."

From the corner of my eye I caught a green Volkswagen Beetle pulling up to the driveway. Instantly the space was filled with the sounds of girls giggling, music, and a silent cloud of mixed assortments of perfumes that drifted up and tickled my nose. I brushed my fingers across my nose hoping to get rid of the clashing of smells but it didn't work.

"Hey Mrs. Brewster!" Amy yelled chirpily to my mom.

Or at least I hope she was Amy. She was the only blonde in the car not to mention the driver. I leaned over to my mom and whispered, "Amy's the blonde one right?"

Still smiling she gave me a quick nod of affirmation.

"Hey girls!"

I watched as my mom gave them a girlie wave acting like a giddy teenager. Looking back at her in the car I took an assessment of her as Charley started his way forward. She was indeed awfully pretty with her blonde hair looking sun kissed with a nice California surfer girl wave to it. A smile just as big as my mom's spread across my face as I opted to do a small wave of hello to the girls.

"Hey," I called out meekly, "I'm Kaylee."

The two girls in the backseat immediately stopped smiling when they caught sight of me but Amy's only wilted around the edges slightly. She wasn't any more pleased to see me then the other girls were but she was being polite, if only to save face with my mom and Charley. Her eyes scanned me briefly and from the look she had when she was done I think it was safe to say she didn't like what she saw.

"Hey."

As if that snapped my mom out of some kind of daze she lurched forward trying to grab Charley's attention.

"Oh hey I forgot, Ed called again," she said solemnly. "I'm getting tired of making excuses for you Charley if you don't want to talk to him then just tell him."

I felt my face grow slack as every word she spoke hit me like a brick. Shrugging his shoulders he looked like he could've cared less if Ed had called.

"Kind of defeats the purpose."

Hearing Charley talk so carelessly about his friends, like they didn't matter, made me wince. Over the past weekend I had grown to understand that Charley and the boys didn't really hang out or even talk much anymore and from what Ed had told me, Charley had become somewhat of a dick. I hadn't really believed him but with the words he just spoke as evidence how could I deny it now?

Turning his back to us he made his way towards the car and was heading around the back when I called to him.

"Hey Charley when you get home I could help you and see if I can find out what's wrong with the bike. I mean, if you want," I added in hesitantly.

I stuck my hands down into my pockets as I rocked back on my heels. It felt like an eternity as he considered it and the girls eyed me like I was some sort of fungus.

"Yeah that'd be awesome."

"Cool, see you later man."

I stood next to my mother as we both watched the green little bug disappear around the corner.

After mom left I had stood in the driveway watching her depart and wondered what the hell I was gonna do now. I'd already had breakfast, made my bed, and took out the trash. I wasn't all that ready to start my day as a couch potato just yet. So I decided I'd take a nice, lovely stroll down to Adam's house to see his sister Jillian.

Ed had told me he didn't want my help looking for Adam. He never said anything about me going to their house to visit an old family friend. Felt proud of myself for that reach around.

Before I closed the garage I double checked that I had the spare key my mom had given me along with my cell. Once I was done I closed the garage and crossed the street and headed down towards the end of the cul-de-sac.

This whole place looked like a suburban hell. It was just too squeaky clean for my taste and when I was in them I always wondered if a Michael Myers type was waiting somewhere in one of these pleasant looking houses slowly slaughtering everyone in the neighborhood. All the yards had green grass and every house I passed was the same color and design as the last. I would've thought by now they would have switched it up a little but it seems old habits really do die hard. I passed by a few runners and one in particular who ran with a special stroller with her toddler in the seat. Poor little guy looked bored out his mind. I felt his pain.

As I got closer to the Johnson's house I had counted at least three houses on the block with blacked out windows. So Jerry wasn't the only one in the neighborhood.

Jerry.

Even now as I was walking in the hot, not to mention humid, Nevada morning I could still feel a cold chill work its way down my spine followed by a sensation I couldn't place. Just thinking about him made my blood run cold as if I something had completely terrified me and at the same time thinking about him made my heart pick up speed. Every time I thought back to that night in his garage I'm not all too sure what to feel but every sense I had scream's for me to stay away.

A light brush of air tickled my hair across my neck. Rubbing a cool hand across it I tried to wipe away the fresh memory of his lips gliding against it followed by the faint but undeniable sound of him inhaling deeply. Had he really smelt me?

To be fair I had been with guys who have had weirder fetishes. Like the guy in Maine who was obsessed with fur and I mean obsessed. I was used to meeting some pretty interesting people. Jerry just happened to be one of them. So why couldn't I shake this feeling of unease that seemed to freeze me in place?

I just wasn't being fair to the poor guy.

I began to pick up speed as my mind drifted back to that dark garage and his piercing Obsidian eyes that read me so easily and were etched with a hunger so powerful it made it hard to swallow. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as if I could ward off the memory that kept overriding my thoughts.

Crossing the street over to Woodridge I picked up the pace even more until I finally just jogged the rest of the way. When I was finally at the end I broke into a brisk walk noticing at first glance that Mr. Johnson's prized boat was missing. I was pretty sure they couldn't have moved it to the backyard; the thing was massive.

I walked up the driveway still taking quick glances around noticing that even both the cars were missing. Once I was too the door I gave two pronounced knocks and waited. Sticking my hands in my back pockets I looked back and noticed that the Johnson's no longer had any neighbors except the one right next door. Maybe they would know where they were? I could see that the blocks the boat had sat on had left definite marks and the thought crossed my mind that maybe they had all gone on a family vacation but it was barely Monday. The Johnson's, and especially Mr. Johnson, prided themselves on keeping their kids in school so they could have a good education and become Senators or something equally as douchie. Giving one last knock I bit the inside of my cheek as my brain racked through every scenario it could think of and none of them made any sense. I knew Adam's family really well and I may have been gone for a few years but this family was all about consistency.

I had to admit my curiosity, and anxiety, was beyond peaked…again. If that old saying about curiosity killing the cat was true I was in deep shit.

After giving it one last good ol' fashion knock and not getting an answer, I made the decision to head on through to the backside of the house. Quickly I walked to the fence and went to swing it open only to find that Mr. Johnson's paranoia about neighborhood robberies had indeed continued as well. The damn thing was locked which meant I now had to hop the fence. Awesome.

Without a second thought I swiftly grabbed on to the top and used the side of the wall, along with my momentum, to launch myself over. I was pretty proud of myself until when I went to land I stumbled like a newbie and decided that the best thing to catch my fall was the house itself, scraping my knee all too hell.

"Damn," I hissed.

But I didn't give it a second thought. I had a job to do…sorta and I wasn't going to let a little scraped knee slow me down. Plus, if there one neighbor had seen me jump the fence I was pretty sure they would've called the cops. Time was ah ticking.

The lay out was definitely the same as my mom's so it wasn't hard to find my way to the back quickly. It was a little more difficult because of the random rose bushes Mrs. Johnson seemed to have planted. If I didn't watch where I stepped the damn thorns cut across my legs like butter. It seemed my curiosity was eating me alive.

Putting my face up against the window I squinted as I looked around trying to catch a glimpse of any sign of life. All I ended up seeing was what looked like their furniture was still there and a laundry basket was perched on the edge of the Lazy Boy couch. So where the hell were they?

The sound of my phone ringing jerked me out of my thoughts and without thinking I jumped back into the damn rose bush.

"Ouch, ouch, fuck, ouch!"

The damn thing had a hold of the bottom of my shorts good. Digging into my pocket I dug out my phone flipping it open without even checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hello this is Mary West from the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. I'm calling to talk to a Ms. Kaylee Brewster."

I vaguely caught she was from the Hard Rock as I continued with my onward struggle to get my shorts released from the rose bush.

"Yeah, that's me."

I tried to sound cheerful and polite but I assumed from the way she cleared her throat I had done a poor job of it.

"I was calling in regards to the application you submitted and was seeing if you'd be able to come in for an interview today at 12:30?"

Taking the phone away from ear I glanced quickly at the clock. 10:26. I had barely an hour in a half to get ready and get down there.

"Damn it!"

A thorn ripped into my finger and I lifted it to my mouth and bit down to try and get rid of the pain.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh pardon me…I'm, uh, I'm stuck in a thorn bush."

Swear I could hear crickets.

"I'll be able to make it down there at 12:30. Thank you for the call."

"Looking forward to meeting you."

What a liar she was. Closing my phone I put it back in my pocket and jerked as hard as I could out of the bush. I finally got out but ended up tearing out some of the flowers with me. I moved quickly back to the fence and made it over the second time without incident and pulled my phone back out of my pocket.

I was going to have to see if mom would let me borrow some clothes.

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