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Why Doesn't Anyone Ever Tell Me?

"Dad, there hasn't been an attack for a week." I told him at dinner one day with something like seven other wolves there. It was a dumb idea to confront an alpha in front of his pack but I didn't give a damn, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't kill me…I mean…I am his daughter. "Can I go back to school yet?"

I never truly thought I'd ever hear him say that I wouldn't go to school, but he said it again. Apparently it was "okay to stay home" because poor Auriele now got stuck with the job. I really felt bad for making her do that…

"No." He said firmly, "You've been targeted more than once."

"So have you! By whole countries! You still went to school!"

"That was after school." He said curtly. Just then the door opened and shut and I turned to see Mary Jo walking into the house.

She took one look at my face and all but ran into the basement.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I shouted and followed her calmly.

"There was a house burning down!" She protested, but she could tell I was just messing with her.

"Yeah! And I got stuck with Honey!"

"Hey!" Honey snapped.

"Buy anything?" She asked when I got into the basement.

"Yeah, a stupid dress, but I didn't buy it, Honey did." I grumbled. "With my credit card."

"Well, is it your dress?"

"Well, yeah, but it's fancy and there is no occasion coming up that calls for a fancy, pink dress." I explained my reasoning.

"Make your own occasion!" Honey called, "Or perhaps wear it to the school's semi-formal."

"I didn't intend to go to that, especially because it's in May and right now it's September." I rolled my eyes even though she was upstairs.

I paused.

"Sweet! My birthday is next month!" And the house broke into laughter, I pouted.

"You guys already ate? Did you save anything for me?" I heard Jesse ask. I began to laugh and made my way upstairs to the kitchen. "I find this extremely unfair. Actually I find a lot of this unfair."

I sighed, thirty year-old drama. Actually…I think she was thirty-one…or close to it.

"We saved you food." Gabriel chuckled, getting up and giving her his seat.

"Good." She nodded, "But like I was saying, I do find this unfair."

"You find what unfair?" I asked.

"Well, first off, Gabriel got home before me." She gave him a glare, "Secondly, why is Ben allowed in Porsche's room? When Gabriel stayed-" My father cut her off.

"There's a difference to the reason…" He trailed off. "and thirdly?"

"And thirdly, you ate without me!"

"Wait, when did Gabriel and Jesse start dating?" I frowned, confused.

"Around your age, give a little maybe." Jesse shrugged.

"And when did he stay over?"

"When Mercy was stuck in that whacky Fae underworld nonsense." She waved it off.

"Underhill?" I asked her.

"That's the one!"

"When was Mom stuck in Underhill?" I looked around, "I've heard she was raped, kidnapped, and attacked by a crazy vampire dude, but never have I ever heard she was kept in Underhill!"

"It wasn't really Underhill, it was the queens realm."

"She was kidnapped by a Fae queen?" I asked. "Now I feel really left out!"

"It was long before you were born, don't you go getting hyped up." Ben put his hand on the top of my head and I felt really short. I mean, okay, I was 5'4" personally I thought it was pretty average. I ducked out from under his hand just as the doorbell rang.

Everyone paused.

If the doorbell rang, it was someone who didn't know it was open.

Dad looked out the window over the sink to see the car and his face paled.

"Jesse and Porsche, go answer the door." He hissed.

"Why us?" I frowned.

Jesse was biting back a laugh and she shook her head, dragging me with her. I saw the woman at the door, her face slightly distorted by the fragments of glass prisms that cast rainbow light on the hallway wall when light shone through them.

"Shit…" My eyes widened and I backed away slowly. "DAD!"

"I know who it is, you can answer it."

"I don't really want to…"

"Grandma!" Jesse smiled as she opened the door and hugged the older woman who I believed was in her sixties. She was pretty young, I know.

"Oh, Jesse! It is so nice to see you!" She smiled.

I tried to leave unnoticed, as I have said many times before, I can handle Charles on a bad day, my father is oh too simple, my mom is intimidating, my grandmother is down right scary.

"Porsche!"

I looked up and spun around.

"Grandma!" I tried to sound happy but I don't think she noticed the "why me?" tone to my voice.

"My, my, you have grown haven't you!" She held me in place by my shoulders and stepped back to inspect me. "And you're fifteen! You didn't come over this summer! I called Anna and found out you had moved back here! Why didn't anyone tell me this? I could've visited or something over the summer!"

That's why we didn't tell you…

"Now, where is your father?" She looked around. "Adam?"

I could hear him trying to escape and I heard him stop when she called his name. He mumbled something that I couldn't hear from the hallway even with my good hearing so I safely assumed my insane grandmother didn't hear it either.

"Hello, Mar-Mom," He stammered, I choked back a laugh, "Nice to see you again."

"Adam Hauptman, don't you play stupid with me, why did no one tell me my granddaughter was living in the Tri-Cities again?" She glared and I cursed mildly under my breath. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandma dearly, it's just…she's very controlling. She knows way too many old people with grandsons. I mean come on, like I'm going to marry the guy! I'm fifteen!

"I was under the impression Mercy told you." He answered simply.

"And where is Mercedes?" She looked around him and I rolled my eyes.

"She's not under house arrest because she can leave whenever she wants apparently." I mumbled, "She's at work."

"Oh, of course! I read in the paper that some of your wolves got hurt!" She gasped like she had forgotten, "That's why I called Porsche at Aspen Creek, I wanted to see if she had heard!"

Does she read every damned thing in the paper? Last time it was me at some stupid flute concert, how the hell had that been sent to her? She doesn't live around here! My father seemed to be wondering the same thing.

Here I was, under the impression my father liked his mother-in-law, well, I was wrong. Maybe it was just because he usually knew when she was coming and had time to gather himself.

The front door opened and closed.

"Who let the-hi, Mom…" My mom froze, looking around. "I see you came to visit, how…unexpected."

I really had to control my urge to laugh now. I covered my mouth with my hand before taking it off for a moment to say, "We just ate dinner, there's some things being kept warm in the oven, why don't you two sit down?"

Mom looked at me with a "I am not sitting down and having a talk with this woman" look that made me want to laugh so hard that I felt as if I was going to explode if I held back any longer.

Grandma shook her head.

"No, no, I ate, I just wanted to see my grandchildren. I hear from Jesse every Sunday, but I haven't seen Porsche in forever." She explained while Mom, Dad, and I looked at Jesse who just smiled. "You shouldn't hide your child from her grandmother, it isn't polite."

"Of course, Mom, I didn't mean to be rude." Mom made a face, but Grandma wasn't paying attention because she had turned to me. "And how are you doing? Do you have a boyfriend?" (A/N - no my grandmother and my grandmother's sister seriously ask me that every single visit its like "i will not date so-and-so's son/grandson, grandma!")

My eyes widened and I looked between my parents.

Just tell her.

Oh, fuck no. She'll say something about me having to be older to date and then proceed to tell me she has a friend named Tulip with a grandson named Turtle who doesn't have a girlfriend because he's awkward and ugly, but without telling me the last bit. Because, to her, dating is okay at my age if she finds the guy.

"Mom, you can't just torture my daughter like this, she isn't about to tell you." Mom rolled her eyes. "She's my daughter. I'm not setting her up with anyone."

"I'm just wondering!" Grandma said innocently. "So what's his name?"

Ben was standing at the very end of the entry way motioning for a "cut" I looked back at my grandmother.

"Don't have one."

Ben looked mildly relieved.

"Well, you should get one, you don't want to end up like your mother."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mom shrieked.

I couldn't hold my laughter in and I started laughing hysterically and couldn't stop.

"Well, you didn't get married until you were thirty-one." She said matter-of-factly.

"What if Porsche doesn't want to get married at all?"

Jesse joined in my laughter finally.

"Wait, can I say something?" I raised my hand, still laughing.

"NO!" They both yelled at the same time.

"Right, well, I was going to say that I don't mind marriage so much as I mind children." I told them anyways. "So there you have it, I'll get married, Mom just won't have any grandkids."

"Oh, that's horrible to do to your mother, Porsche!" Grandma sighed with a very sad air about her. "So, so horrible."

"Ma, it's her choice!" Mom threw her hands in the air and Dad just sort of snuck away from the conversation.

"So, are you dating anyone?" Grandma asked again.

"No." I shook my head.

"Okay, are you seeing anyone?"

"…That's the same question…" I stared at her.

"So the answer is still a 'no' then?"s She frowned.

I nodded.

"Ah, well, you should find yourself someone nice, perhaps a football player or something?" She said it as a question, "Or, there is one boy I know named Christian, he's a little older than you, but he works at the Stables by me…"

"How much older?" I asked cautiously.

"He's twenty-one? Six years older." She nodded, "Very nice looking, though he is a were'."

And the growls started from the other room.

"You're trying to set my daughter up with a werewolf?" Mom tried to keep her voice calm.

"A very nice one, fairly new, he was Changed last year." She smiled.

Ben was still growling and I sighed,rubbing my temples in annoyance before looking up.

"'Ey! Knock it off in there!" I snapped.

"And who was that?" Grandma's head turned in the direction of the kitchen. I made a face and followed her into the room the growling had come from.

Of course, everyone but Gabriel and Ben had ditched and hidden in the basement. I let out a pained sound for sake of the conversation that was about to take place.

"And who are you?" She looked him over.

"Er-Grandma, that is Ben…" I trailed off, "He's sort of my protection until we sort through this mess."

"Hello." He half-smiled, though he looked kind of course my grandmother caught the accent.

"You're the British wolf?" She turned to Mom, "I thought you didn't trust him?"

"Mom!" She snapped, "I trust him! Otherwise he wouldn't be Porsche's guard!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just making sure you're looking out for my granddaughter!" She rolled her eyes and turned back to him. "And what do you do for a living?"

I just wanted to knock the lady upside the head with a bat. When she was turned around I realized she had a gun. Does everyone in this family have a fucking gun? It's like I'm the only one who doesn't! I don't find it fair at all! I still watched her and Ben carefully as she questioned him.

"I work with IT." He smiled convincingly now.

"I see, and how did you come to be in my son-in-law's pack?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Foreign exchange, though I figured I liked it better here and stayed." He said smoothly, I was just glad she couldn't sense lies.

"How much money do you make per year?"

I said "Grandma!" at the same time Mom said "Mom!"

Ben smirked.

"Enough." Was his simple answer.

I let out a breath before her next question caught all of us completely off guard. She sounded like a shrink and it was the worst question she could have asked from my experience of asking it myself.

"And what was it like, growing up in England?"

Ben winced and I could feel his pain, though he was careful to keep his thoughts guarded. Mom growled.

"Mom, I think it's time for you to either leave or shut up."

I wrapped my arms around Ben's neck.

"Ben, it's okay." I whispered. "You don't have to answer her."

He just held me for a few moments of silence.

"No, but I have to answer you." He sighed in defeat.

Mei was angry, she just wanted to rip the woman to shreds and holding her back when I wanted to do the same thing was harder than I thought.

"Not now." I told him, turning to my grandmother. "I'm sorry, that wasn't a question he is comfortable with answering."

"She's dating one of your wolves." Grandma said flatly.

"Yes." Mom answered.

"So you all lied to me?" She asked.

"No, we avoided the whole truth." I smiled.

"You're dating him?"

Mom gave me a "don't you dare answer it" look because she knew what I was going to say.

"Mom, how about we just go sit down in the living room and have a nice conversation, okay?" She pulled Grandma away from the kitchen.

I chuckled as I watched them leave, Mom and Grandma were a lot alike, just they put their stubbornness to different uses.

I wasn't paying any attention to Ben when he kissed me, until he kissed me. I don't think it lasted too long before someone made a disgusted noise.

"Not in the kitchen." Jesse groaned.

Gabriel, who I had forgotten was next to us, chuckled.

"Aw, come on, Jesse, leave your sister alone."

"Because when you walked in on Maia the other day when you went to visit you didn't whack the guy over the head." She snorted.

"They were on the couch! That is a completely different scenario!" He protested.

"Maia is older than Porsche, she's twenty." She pointed out, I found myself looking at a ping pong match, they just went back and forth.

"Nineteen, her birthday is tomorrow." He said stubbornly.

"It's the same thing!" Jesse rolled her eyes. It took me a moment to realize she had dyed her hair again. She wasn't as out there as she had been when she was younger, now she colored it human colors, but she was suddenly a blonde. I don't remember her being blonde when she left this morning…

Wow, that took all of probably half an hour to come to my attention.

"Come on." Ben stood up without warning me, somehow managing to move me so I landed on my feet. In simple, he planned on not letting me move myself. I crossed my arms over my chest and he smirked, leaning his forehead against mine which involved a great deal of shrinking on his part.

"Warn me next time." I huffed and pushed him back before he started laughing. Either way, he followed me upstairs and as we passed the living room I noticed Mom, Grandma, and Dad were in the living room chatting away. Well, my grandmother was chatting away, Mom looked uncomfortable and Dad looked like a cross between amused with my mother's pain and in pain himself. I shook my head and continued up the stairs.

"Dear Lord, you let him upstairs?" My grandmother snapped, having spotted me and Ben on the stairs no doubt.

"Yes, Grandma, look at that!" I laughed, "Not like we'll do anything when you're in the house, it's rude when guests are over."

"PORSCHE!" Mom and Dad yelled and I laughed harder before Ben covered my mouth with his. When he stepped back he was frowning.

"That wasn't nice." He told me.

"I found it hilarious." I smiled.

"They're going to kill you when she leaves."

"I know." I sighed. "Now come on!" And I pulled him to my room.