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Chapter 4: Get A Job!

I laid in bed staring at my 3oh!3 poster on the ceiling. "Gosh, they're sexy." I thought to myself. I turned over and looked at my clock. 10:00 A.M. "Well I guess I should get up now." I rolled off my bed and grabbed my ipod from the computer. I walked into my bathroom and put my ipod in the speaker dock. I put on some 3oh!3, of course, and stripped down. I hopped in the shower and quick washed myself. I got out and got dressed, then walked downstairs.

"Morning." I said with a smile.

"Morning, darling." Lily said to me.

"Good morning." Charlie grinned.

"Geez, it's about time you got up. I've been up for 4 hours already." Will said.

"Um, Willow. 6:00 A.M. is an insane time to get up during the summer." I replied.

"I needed to meditate." She said.

"I'm trying to eat here." Gwen interrupted with a scowl on her face.

"Sorry, didn't know you need quiet to eat." I said with an annoyed tone.

"Why don't you just shut up so I can eat in peace." She spat. I rolled my eyes at her and sat down at the table. I grabbed the reese puffs and poured them in my bowl. Lily likes to have "family breakfasts". These "breakfasts" usually include lots of silence and the occasional fight. I try to talk to everyone but Charlie is focused on stuffing his face, Gwen is being her usual bitchy self, Willow is reading up on organics and stuff, and Lily is reading her Oprah book club books. I grabbed the milk and poured it on my cereal. As I spooned a giant scoop of cereal in my mouth, Lily looked up from her book at me.

"Nelle, don't you think that you should go look for a job?" she asked.

I almost choked on the half chewed cereal in my mouth. "What? Why do I have to find a job?" I asked surprised.

"You have been asking for a raise in your allowance and a lot of extra money. This way you won't need to ask me any more." She said.

"Well, what about Gwen?" I asked.

"Oh hunny, you know how touchy Gwenny is. She's not what you call a people person." Lily said.

I looked over at Gwen, and she had put her headphones in to drown us out. "Um, that's an understatement!" I thought.

"Well I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one who has to get a job." I said.

"Willow's looking into gardening jobs." Lily said.

"Fine. I'll get a job." I said grumpily.

I ate my cereal really quick and ran upstairs to my room. I grabbed my purse and my keys then went back downstairs. I stormed out the front door and sat down in my car. I dropped my head on my steering wheel and started screaming profanities. I heard a knock on my window and looked up. It was Paul. He had an "um, you're kinda crazy" look on his face. I rolled down the window.

"Hiiiii." I said awkwardly.

"Hey. What chya up to?" he said with one eyebrow cocked.

"Oh, just getting ready to go look for a job. You?"

"Well I was coming over to see if you were doing anything today, but…" He trailed off.

"I'm sorry. I'd love to do something with you today, but my mom is making me find a job." I said with a frown.

"Do you think I could come with you? I know all the shops in town and stuff." He said with a cute puppy dog face.

I laughed and said, "Um, I think you'd need a shirt to come job hunting with me."

He looked down and started to laugh. "Yeah, a shirt might be helpful. Would you mind driving me to my house so I could get one?"

"Not at all."

He slid across the hood of my car and opened the door. He had a stupid grin on his face.

"Hey! Be nice to my car!" I yelled at him.

"Oh it's fine!" he said.

I sighed and said, "Where do you live?"

He directed me to his house. When we got there he opened his door and turned to me.

"Are you coming in or what?" he asked.

"Um, I guess I'll come in…" I said. I followed him up the stone path to his front door. He lived in an older and way smaller version of my house. We walked up the steps of his porch. Paul turned to me and said, "My mom is a little… different. She really wants me to get…" He whispered the last word so I couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

"Um, well… my mom really wants me to get" and he whispered the last word again.

"Paul, just tell me already." I said getting a little frustrated.

"Fine! My mom wants me to get MARRIED." He shouted.

I started cracking up. "What does that have to do with me?" I asked through laughs.

"Well, you're a girl. And I'm a … boy. And…" He said awkwardly.

"Jeez Paul, you're making this way more difficult than it needs to be." I said as I opened the door and walked in. I looked towards the living room and saw that the T.V. was on but no one was in there. Paul came in after me and shut the door.

"Mom! I'm home." He shouted.

"Oh hi honey. How come you're ho-" She said as she looked at me. "Who's this?" She asked with a very large and devious grin.

"Mom, don't even start. This is my FRIEND, Penelope. She just moved in that new house." He said.

"Oh, hello. I'm Paul's mom." She smiled sweetly and held out her hand.

"I'm Penelope, but you can call me Nelle." I said as I shook her hand.

"Awww, aren't you just darling." She said as she looked me over.

"Mom, we just came here so I could change." Paul said as he grabbed my hand.

"Alright. But don't you want to talk?" She asked as Paul dragged me down the hall.

"Um…" was all I could say before Paul shut the door and locked.

"I'm sorry." He said with his hand behind his head.

"It's fine." I said as I walked to his bed and sat down.

He opened his closet doors and grabbed a shirt. It was all raggedy and ripped.

"Yeah, you're not wearing that." I said as I walked over to him and grabbed the shirt.

"Why?" he said.

"Because. I'm going job hunting, not deer hunting. By having you there lookin' like a bum, I'm making a bad impression." I explained.

"What are you talking about? No one cares about that kind of stuff here." He said.

"Either way, I'm picking out your cloths." I said with a devious grin.

Paul groaned as I started looking through his shirts. All of them were ripped and worn pieces of crap, but I kept searching. Finally, all the way at the back, I found a black short sleeved shirt with a silver pattern down the right side.

"This is cute." I said as I pulled it out and held it up to Paul.

"Um, I guess I'll wear it." He said.

"Damn right you'll wear it." I said. "Oh, and do you have any jeans that aren't cut offs?"

"HA! Nope." He said.

"Oh well, I tried." I said with a defeated look.

I gave him the shirt to put on. I couldn't help but stare at all his muscles as he put on the shirt. He had such a great body. "How does he do it? All he does is eat junk food and sleep?" I thought as I continued eyeing him up. Unfortunately for me, he saw me looking at him and got all cocky.

"Like what you see baby?" he said with a smirk as he walked over to me.

"Oh please." I said blushing.

"There's no need to be shy." He said.

"Psh. I was just thinking that it's incredible that you have such a great body when all you do is eat junk food and sleep." I snapped back with my blush getting ever so darker.

"Great body, huh." His grin just got bigger and bigger. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Pau-! Ohhh, sorry for interrupting." Paul's mom said as she backed out.

"Thank you lord!" I thought as Paul ran to the door. I sat back down on his bed trying to get rid of this blush.

"MOM! It's not what you think!" he shouted at her. I assumed he ran after her and explained everything. I was just focused on getting my face back to its normal hue. Just as my breathing and face color returned to normal Paul walked in.

"Let's go." He said looking kind of mad.

"Alright." I got up and followed him down the hall. "Bye Paul's Mom!" I shouted.

"Bye Paul's girlfriend!" I heard her shout back.

"Oh boy. You need to do something about that." I said to Paul.

"Oh no. This is all your fault. You need to fix it now." He said.

"But she's your mom." I whined.

"I don't care, sweetie. Your mess, your cleaning duties."

"You're mean." I joked while sticking out my tongue. He just laughed and shoved me while we walked down his drive way. We opened our doors and sat down. We looked at each other and started to laugh.

"Just tell me where to go." I said once I calmed down.