Due to the extreme number of positive responses towards this story, I think I'll be updating this a little more. By the way, there's a poll on my page if you don't want this to be put on hold; I'm writing a lot of stories at the same time so I'll have to slack on at least one of them.

"Ooh, I smell something good," said J. J. My mom poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled warmly at us all.

"I hope you girls are hungry for some Italian. We've got lasagna in the oven tonight!" We cheered, Nudge being the loudest of us all. When Nudge grows up, she wants to be either a famous track star or a fashion designer and Italy is one of the fashion centrals of the world. They're weird matches, I know, but that's what she wants.

"Where's Ari?" asked Gazzy, looking around the house for his little brother. (A/N Can you believe it? In the books, Ari was seven as far as we know until he died. And Gazzy was eight until their birthday party in FANG so technically, Ari was younger than Gazzy.)

"He's at Devon's house. He'll be back in about fifteen minutes, give or take."

"Oh, okay."

"We'll be down later," I said as we all clambered up the stairs. Angel and Gazzy went to play on the computer, Nudge went with Ella to look at her new painting, and J. J. followed me into my room.

"So why won't you get a boyfriend?" she demanded the moment the door was closed. I sighed.

"I don't need one right now. It just doesn't seem to interest me. I mean, I'm not a lesbian but I'm just not really that interested in guys. Maybe I'll meet the perfect someone some day."

"Uh huh. Sure… I mean, there are already so many guys who want you! Like Kevin, and Ace, and Dylan…" She drooled when she said the last one. I snickered and she blushed. The whole school knew that Dylan was the most 'gorgeous boy to ever grace Alpine with the most perfect honey-blond hair and sky blue eyes' and that he wanted the only person he couldn't get. Me. I really didn't get it. Pretty much every girl looked at him with awe because of the fact that he was impossible to get (still pining after me) and the guys looked at him will either admiration for his unofficial harem or jealousy for the same thing.

"And you just want pretty-boy Dylan to be your lover," I teased. She then blushed an even deeper shade of red.

"Shut up," she muttered. "Besides, keep doing that and I'll taunt you endlessly when you get a boyfriend of your own."

"Ha!" I burst out loud, "you have absolutely nothing over my head."

"Well I don't care if she has a bowl of peanut butter over your head. It's dinner and you know mom won't let anyone eat until we're all seated," said Ari. I grinned.

"Coming, wolfy," I said cheerfully. To me, Ari's always been wolfy because for his first birthday, my mom and I went to the giant toy store in New York City (we were living there back then) to pick out a present for him. We went through the entire store and mom picked out this ridiculous looking fuzzy duck. I didn't really like it so she agreed to take me around the store again for a present from me. (I refused to go halfsies on that ludicrous yellow thing.) And then, I spotted, under a huge pile of angel teddies, a lone stuffed wolf toy. It was small, gray, and absolutely perfect with amber eyes that looked up innocently. Well, mom refused to buy it. Later, I went out shopping with dad and we ended up in that store again because it started raining. There, I begged him for the wolf for Ari's birthday and because I was daddy's little girl, he bought it for me.

Needless to say, mom was completely in the dark. She had no idea of it, even when we came home and dad discreetly wrapped it. On Ari's birthday, he looked around at all the presents he got and then found mine. Mom had no idea what it was and opened it and out tumbled the little wolf. Mom didn't look to happy to see it at first, but it was love at first sight for Ari who latched onto it immediately. Mom doesn't mind it anymore, even if it does look a bit shabby and worse for the wear at some parts and it doesn't exactly fit under the category of 'rich family belongings' like things should here in Rich city. Anyways, Ari loves that toy so much that his favorite animal became a wolf. I claim that it's all my doing, dad claims that he has a part in it, and mom's just glad that Ari's happy. Because that's all anyone ever cares about here. That, and our looks.

As a side note, I had to go to a high school oriantation last night (reason why I couldn't update) and one of the teachers was named...Mr. Burke. If I have him, I think I might have to change Fang's currently made last name.