Note: Mother knows best no? So Sarah's point of view xD Some of you may be wondering who she may be, and well… If I posted my damn Total Drama story you would know _' So she will be known now! Also they are both 40 now (SO OLD DX) and met when they were eighteen. Yes… I changed my mind around some. Also sorry for like the super late updates… sort of hurt my hand, but I'm trying to write still xD Also… I made a Sims of this (YES… I am a freak O_o) All my damn kids moved away D: Which sucks…. Since it was giving me some ideas on what to write. XD Oh well. So enjoy!

I groaned rather annoyed as I picked up the basket. I always seemed to be doing Laundry. I moved swiftly and quickly putting away the clothes. Everything just hurt, and I was tired. I panted, going into my and Chris's room, laying on the bed. My back thanked me, and I shifted around trying to get comfy. Sometimes I just needed a break.

Having a needy husband and six teenagers was hard. Someone always need something, and sometimes I wondered in I still had the fight in me to do it all. It was hard to be a stay at home mom… It was really hard. But I would never let Chris know that. Some may think it was hard to believe but that bastard had a heart. Even though he would never admit that he cared, he did. My mind wandered, and I smiled thinking about the past… We were so young than.

(Break/Past)

"No you are doing it wrong!" I yelled, and the young male rolled his eyes.

"Nooo. I'm right! See this… thingy goes here!" said Chris, with a smile. He was trying to fix the TV, and well let's just say it wasn't working. Chris was my room mate, and let's just say…I wanted to kill him sometimes.

"Just call the repair man."

"NO! That takes money, which we do not have." said Chris, rolling his eyes. Chris may have been a pop star back than, but he wasn't anymore and was only eighteen. He decided to do a career change, rock music…. But rockers were like WTF when he came up. So we were both stage handlers.

"But you have no idea what you are doing!"

"Do so!" he whined, putting the cord into another. Everything went black.

"Damnit Chris!" I yelled.

"Well…. That was a mistake." he chuckled weakly. "Where are you?"

"Um… I have no idea." I said honestly. I waited for my eyes to adjust, but it was so dark. I moved, and fell over what I thought was a coffee table. "Damnit!"

"Sarah?" he asked, and next thing I knew I had the air knocked from me, as Chris fell on me. "Ow!"

"Get off me Damnit!"

He seemed to have no understood, and his hands moved, touching my legs and waist. "Sarah?" he asked. "There you are!"

"You're an idiot." I groaned.

(BREAK/Future)

"Idiot." I mumbled, running a hand threw my shaggy hair, ad I got up, and tried to pop my back. A sigh of joy came from me, as it pop.

"SARAH!" I groaned. Chris…. I got up from the bed, and walked down the stairs.

"Chris?"

"SARAH!" Contact made with mine as I turned the corner to the kitchen. I landed hard on my ass, groaning. I looked to Chris who was on his butt as well. He blinked his dark eyes a few times. "Um like… OW!" he hissed.

"It was you fault." I said pursing my lips.

"Where have you been?"

"In our room." I said. He smirked.

"Being lazy I'm guessing?" he chuckled, and I kicked him hard in the shin. Chris yelped, rubbing his shin. "Biiiiitch."

"You knew it when you married me." I said with a smile, tilting my head to the side. Chris got up, and helped me up as well. "What did you need?" I asked.

"Were is my necklace?" he asked, pursing his lips like a child. I blinked my eyes confused.

"Your necklace…? Why are you in the kitchen than?"

"I needed a snack." he stated, with a grin. Oh… That smile. He still looked great and young over the years, still looking like his old self… well besides that gray coming into his beard.

"It could be upstairs."

"It could…" he said, rubbing his beard. He moved past me, going to out room. I sighed, a soft chuckle coming from me. He was such an odd man. How I came to love him… I would never really understand.

(BREAK/PAST)

"You are an idiot!"

"And you're a bitch, so yeah." said the male, pursing his lips. Once again, a fight. Me and this guy were nothing but a bottle of happy….

"Who the hell puts fish in the blender?" I asked, my eye twitching like mad.

"I thought that's how people make sushi…." stated Chris, with a weak laugh. My eye looked to the pink gunk in the blender, and I gagged.

"Your such a sicko!"

"….." he picked it up, and looked inside, gagging lightly. He than smirked. "I dare you drink it." he said, holding it out to me. I glared.

"Get that shit away from me." I said, glaring hard. Chris was scared of me… well sometimes. Sometimes he would run in fear, others he would test me. Which was bad since we fed of that. The testing of one another. He smirked, as he pushed it closer. I slapped it from his hand, and he gasped as the fish landed all over the floor. We stared at it.

"I'm not cleaning that up."

"I'm not cleaning it up."

We glared.

"Clean it up Sarah."

"Fuck no. You clean it up."

"You spilled it everywhere!"

"But you shoved it in my face!" I screamed. I hated, like REALLY, I hated him. No one would win this, so I shoved past him to the phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Calling a Ty Lee. I'm sure he will clean it up." I stated. Ty Lee was a maid, and a very good friend of mine, and he cleaned for a very low price. So I was sure he could do it.

"NO!" shouted Chris, whining. Chris hated him… and I never understood why. "He is not coming over!"

"Yes he is!"

"No! So clean this up!" he said, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me. Seems like he forgot I had like monstrous strength. I flung him off, and he screamed. I turned glaring, as he mumbled laying on the ground.

"Don't be telling me what I can and cannot do Mclean!" I hissed.

"I hate you…" he breathed.

"The feeling is mutual." I said rolling my eyes, as I dialed for Ty.

(BREAK/FUTURE)

I broke from my focus, as I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned, and there stood Chris. He grinned at me.

"Found it!" he cooed happily, and I rolled my eyes trying not to smile. I looked to the necklace he always wore, even back than. I than looked at him, studying his features.

He had everything I seemed to never would like. His hair was longer than I would have liked, he had a stubbly face, he wasn't tan enough…

But that seemed to draw me in than. He seemed to notice me looking, and he grinned.

"You okay there?" he laughed, waving his hand in front of my face, I came back, looking at him. I smiled.

"Fine." I swallowed. "Just thinking."

"You thinking? Ooooh scary." he grinned. My eye twitched, and I punched him on the arm. He bit his lip, and a soft whine came from him. "Ow…"

"Idiot." I breathed, looking to the other way.

(BREAK/PAST)

(NOTE: I know…. Some of this music was not made back in the 80's and 90's but hey… MY story D: Also, I do not own the music and it's own by the original artists and such)

The music was slow and peaceful. Sunny, Debrah, Mark, Anthony, Chris and myself… We were all in the music industry trying out best to become known. Chris was becoming more famous than myself, which did worry me… I wanted to be famous too. Chris already had his shot in the music business, and I wanted a chance too. Chris was gifted with the guitar which much did not know. He smiled softly, and so did I. He looked to me.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded.

"Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa, Not the way that I do love you." I sang softly, looking to him, smiling. "Holy, Moley, me, oh my, You're the apple of my eye, Girl I've never loved one like you." he sang back. It was weird in all honesty. How we sang like this, and yet hated one another, and yet… "Man oh man you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness, There ain't nothing that I need." "Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie, Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ, Ain't nothing please me more than you." Than we both went, and I couldn't help but smile. "Ahh Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome. Home is wherever I'm with you. La, la, la, la, take me home. Mother, I'm coming home."

It ended moments later when Ricky, the owner of the theater came in. He panted. "Hey guys." he grinned, smirking like he found something big. I rolled my eyes. Ricky was an ass… Worse than Chris. "Chris man, your going on the radio next week!" he smiled. I gasped, and Chris got up, smiling, his face showing pure happiness.

"Really man?"

"Really Mclean. Be sure to not say something stupid. People are really interested in you lately." chuckled Ricky. I sighed, licking my lips. He was getting all the attention. How was I going to be famous with him around? I felt like I was in his shadow, and I couldn't get away.

(break)I walked quickly, and he tried to keep up. He just wouldn't just shut up about this radio talk. It made me sick and angry. I was tired of being in his shadow.

"Isn't it great? Finally a break!" he grinned. He noticed e not saying anything, and he sighed. "what's up with you?"

"Does it fucking matter?" I asked acidly, and he tensed as we walked.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"It's none of your damn business Mclean."

"Your right. Usually I wouldn't give a damn, but I live with you sour puss ass."

I turned to him, glaring. "Leave my house. I'm kicking you out!"

He looked at me completely shocked. "Excuse me?"

"Leave my house! You are no longer my roommate!" I screamed. I turned, but he grabbed me, yanking me back.

"Y-You can't do this! I will have no place to go!"

"That is not my problem! You will when you do that radio interview, than you can move out and stay out of my damn life!"

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" he screamed. My head whipped back to him, and he glared. "Your always so angry when I get a job or something! I'm paying the bills, and I do a lot for you! So why are you so fucking mad?"

"Because I want to be noticed!" I screamed. It was silent and he looked at me confused. He didn't understand. He was taking all the fame, and I wasn't. I was tired of being in the background, I was tired of… not being in the light like he was. How was I ever going to catch up with him?

"Noticed….?"

"Chris your getting all the business! I'm not!" I screamed. "We both joined the music business together, and you already a back up singer! Soon enough you will be in your own band! I'm still just a…. backstage handler…" I sighed. I looked away and pulled away from his grip, and he just looked at me confused.

"I can't help that I'm better than you." he stated in his sarcastic tone. I wasn't kidding though, so I looked at him seriously.

"You need to leave. Pack up you things because I want you gone by tomorrow…" I stated, walking away. I was tired of him stealing the light… I was tired of not being noticed because of him, I was tired… of not being able to catch up to him to prove I was something.

(BREAK)

I looked at the lyrics before me, my eyes getting heavy. I had wrote a song awhile back, and now… it seemed stupid. It was when I first met Chris, and how he was slowly changing. Chris came in my home as nothing more than a jerk who I absolutely hated, and slowly… He became my friend, although I would never let him know that. I wanted to sing it too him, but than… he changed slowly, and well.. It seemed so stupid as I looked at it now. But I hated it, because everyone else also noticed his change. I slowly started to like the idiot, and he…. He liked Debrah our band member, and I just hated it. I hated her, I hated him, I hated everything, and I just wished… I could reach him somehow, to prove I was good too.

I sighed, hitting my head on the desk, groaning. "Why world…?" I mumbled. It didn't matter now, because he would be gone soon…

(Break)

A screaming alarm ran threw my head, and I mumbled annoyed, raising my head. I looked around. I noticed the alarm, and yanked it from the wall. My eyes moved across the study, and I noticed something. Yellow paper. I grabbed it, and in Chris's shitty handwriting.

'Tune in today. 88.9 at 10' it wrote. I cocked an eyebrow. Why? He was going to rub it in my face. I looked to clock on the wall, and it was closing in on 10. I shrugged. Might as well. I walked into the living room, and turned on the shitty radio that was huge, like a box. I sat on the couch, as it screamed.

"And today we have the Chris Mclean!" said the talk show host. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey dudes!" chuckled Chris. I mumbled. Jerk.

"So Chris, dude, how have you been?"

"I've been good, dude. Everything had been great."

"Seems like you are getting more and more famous each day man. I just keep getting asked about ya man." chuckled Kevin. I rolled my eyes, and sighed, ready to just flip the station.

"Well I couldn't be here with the people I have in my life helping me out." stated Chris. I waited, and waited…

"So you said you have a song for us today." Wait… what? That caught my attention.

"Yeah. This is the first time I am singing it. By the way, I did not write this song, but someone very special did, and well… let's just say she is great."

"Who is she dude?"

Chris laughed. "That will not be known, unless she wants it to be." No way. This wasn't happening! I was so shocked and my stomach was doing flips. I heard him start to play the guitar, and it sounded so familiar. I swallowed. Please… No.

"Life is not a spark in space, an episode of Will and Grace, Controversial yet mundane. Debrah's messing with your brain. Even scientologists know there's more to all of this. You search the ruins for trap doors, wonder what you're put here for. Simple as a hint of gas climbing nostrils as your pass, Making Harvard graduates feel childish when they laugh at it. Climb the rungs to kingdom come. Sour Patch to acid tongue. Are you opposed to having fun? You clench the world between your buns. You could do better. You could do better. You could be the greatest man in the world. You could do better. You could do better. You could be the greatest man in the world."

I stared at the radio in awe, and nearly passed out. No one, NO ONE was suppose to hear this song. I felt embarrassed, and I tried to breath. What was I going to do? I listened, and ever second made me feel like I was going to pass out. What was Chris thinking?

"You could do better than that. You're a fraud. Thank God and learn to keep your shirt on. You could do better. You could do better. You could be the greatest man in the world. You could do better. You could do better. You could be the greatest man in the world. We could do better. We could do better. We could be the greatest band in the world."I stared in complete awe. He…. He didn't just do this. Did he? I didn't even bother listen to the rest. I shut the radio off, and sat there in the floor in silence.

(Break)"What were you thinking?" I asked, in complete shock. Chris looked to me, blinking his dark eyes as he came threw the door only a few moments later. He blinked his eyes several times.

"Did you listen to the radio today?" he asked with a grin.

"I did. What were you thinking?" I asked again. He seemed surprised.

"What?"

"You sang that song! The one I wrote! How could you?"

"I didn't think you would care…" he said, closing the door, shrugging. "I saw it when I came in the study last night. You were asleep so I looked over it, and it… was good. So I took it." he said.

"But you…. You had no right!" I said, looking at him.

"I told Ricky that you wrote it." he stated. I swallowed. "He said it was good. And he is… giving you a promotion. He is giving the job of back up singer like me. He said you can also start writing music so… yeah." said Chris, as he looked down rubbing the back of his head. He was… trying to help me?

"I don't need your help… you know that right?" I asked with a soft smile.

"Hey, you deserve it." said Chris, as he looked to me, smiling softly. "You work hard… your just going to have to work harder with me around though." he laughed.

I smiled softly. Maybe Chris wasn't that bad.

"So who was that song for?" he asked, smirking.

I frowned. "That's none of your business."

"Ahhhh! Come on!" he whined.

Okay… He was that bad.

(BREAK/FUTURE)

"Kiss me thru the phone!" sang the blonde. My eye twitched. Why did our kids have to be…. So… well weird?

"See you when I get home!" sang my idiot husband. He only fed there weirdness… Which I couldn't say was a bad thing. I liked it weird.

"Freaks." mumbled Heather. I chuckled lightly, and patted her on the head, as she sat in the kitchen chair. She tensed lightly. "Mom… please."

"You've always had such nice hair." I stated. It was so dark and…. It use to be long. Not much anymore. She swatted my hand away, and I chuckled.

"You people are a bunch of freaks." said Noah, coming in the kitchen. He opened the fridge, getting a juice box.

"And you think we are freaks." said Chris, pointing to the juice box.

"Oh juice!" cooed Lindsay. Chris bit his lip, smacking his forehead. I tried not to laugh. I knew Chris liked Lindsay more than some of out kids, and well…. He didn't want Lindsay to be weird or anything that wasn't normal in his eyes. He wanted her to be perfect… which was never going to happen.

"You were saying?" asked Noah, rolling his eyes.

"Never mind…" he said. Lindsay looked at the juice box, and the straw, trying to stick the straw in.

"I think it's broken."

Everyone face palmed, and I sighed softly, smiling. She wasn't the brightest, and it came from Chris… Because I was smart. I chuckled at the thought, and went to her. I put the straw in and gave it too her. She smiled happily.

"Ohh! Thanks mom!"

"Not a problem." I laughed.

"Where are the others?" asked Heather. Why…?

"AHHHHHH!" a loud splash came from outside, and water hit the door and windows. I pursed my lips, as Chris went to the window, looking. Another big splash and a scream.

"I think Duncan pushed Trent from the window and into the pool…."

"Good thing it's deep." said Noah.

"Did Duncan jump in?"

"Yeah." said Heather who was peaking out the window as well.

"Where is Sierra?" asked Lindsay. "Sierra?" she screamed. My eye twitched.

"WHAT?" she screamed back. I heard running…. More running…. Than a thud, lots of them. I looked from the kitchen to the stairs, and saw Sierra who had fell down the stairs.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

"I'm good…" she breathed. I smiled softly, helping her up, as Trent and Duncan came in soaking wet. My eye twitched.

"Duncan…. Pushed me-"

"Out of the window? Yeah we know." said Noah, drinking his juice.

"Are you okay?" asked Chris who didn't seem very concern.

"He's fine." said Duncan, with a grin.

I sighed… Maybe this would be good time to tell them.

"I'm leaving." I stated. Noah and Lindsay spit there juice out, and Chris looked around. Grabbed his coffee cup, took a drink, than did the same. He stuck his tongue out.

"Ew… that was gross."

"Where are you going?" asked Noah.

"You can't leave us here with that!" said Heather, as she pointed to Chris.

"…" Chris took another drink, and spit it out on Heather.

"EW!"

"Hehe…"

"Yep… We are going to die." said Duncan.

"I'm going on vacation for a week. I need it… Since I'm around you all the time."

"Can I go?" asked Chris, grinning.

"NO! Who would watch the kids than?"

"But… I want a break!"

"You get a break all the time!" I hissed, my eye twitching. "But this is final. I am leaving tomorrow for a vacation. So you kids better be good…."

Good? I would be lucky if the house wasn't destroyed….