Chapter 4 (Madison)

"CALM DOWN!" I shereked. "HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN AT A TIME LIKE THIS! DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME! NED! NED! YOU HUNG UP!"

This was just not my day. My phone started ringing again and I looked at the caller ID. Shoot. I really hoped she wouldn't call.

I debated not picking up before finialy answering, "Hello?"

"Hi, Madison?" at least Sinead sounded hesitent.

"Yep, what d' ya want?" I was trying to be polite, but it wasn't really working.

"Umm.." she seemed unsure, "I, uh, heard that you're dateing my brother."

I was starting to get irritated, "yep."

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you would like to have lunch or something," she asked ocwardly.

I was a bit confused, "Umm..why?"
"Because you're my brother's girlfriend and I don't know anything about you," Sinead said bluntly.

"Ah, well, I can't. Reagan and I were going to have lunch today, a little sister time," that wasn't true, I just didn't want to go and if she knew that she might think it was weird because I'm 'dateing' her brother.

I could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "Then why don't we all go? The more the marrier right?"

Darn. Now how do I get out of this? "I guess. Where and when?"

"12:30? And I don't really know any places around here..." she trailed off.

I thought for a second, "I know this dinner on Maple street, it's called Rosies. Would that be good?"

"Sure, see you there then."

"Bye," I said right before the conection was cut off.

Okay, so todays to do list:

1. Go wake up Reagan (which will not be fun)

2. Explain to a very grumpy Reagan that she has to go to lunch (or well, breakfast) with me to meet an Ekat, who just happens to be the sister of my 'boyfried' (Woo-Whoo)

3. Convince that same Ekat that I actually like her broter without makeing Reagan suspisious (Easy. Not.)

4. Make sure my head doesn't explode (easier thought then done)

5. And after all that's done, tonight I have to go on a fake date that I have to make look convinceing knowing that Reagan, Hamilton, Sinead, and Ted will all be spying. Not to mention that I have to refrain from riping my date's head off. On the plus side, he'll have to be nice to me too (I'll try not to throw up).

I sighed as I finished my mental list and got out of bed. I walked down the hall to Reagan's room and opened her door not even bothering to knock. I got on the far side of the bed and pushed her off to wake her. It worked. "What the hell! Madison! What do you want at this early hour?"

I thought of what Ned had said to me when he woke me up, "it's eleven."

Reagan said exactly what I had earlier, "That's practicly dawn!"

"So? we went to bed at ten that's 13 hours of sleep! But fine if you're really that mad I'll take you to Rosies."

She looked up at me, still standing on her bed, "What's the catch?"

"What do you mean?" I tried to look inosent. She didn't by it. "Oh fine! Sinead'll be there, something about wanting to know her brother's girlfriend."

"So why do you want me to go?"

"I just want us all to get to know each other," I said simply, getting off her bed.

"Translation," she grunted, standing up, "you didn't want to go, so you said we were going to do something and she invited me too." How am I supost to keep my cover when my sister knows me so well?

45 minutes later we were walking down Maple on our way to Rosies. Neather of us said anything witch was very strange considering we normaly wouldn't stop talking. As we steped inside the small diner we imedulty spoted Sinead

As we walked over I noticed her smile was a little forced, but so was ours so I couldn't say anything.

"Hi," she greated as we sat in the booth opisite her.

"Hello," we replied before sliping into an ocward scilance.

"So umm.." Sinead started, obviously trying to think of something to say, "how's your brother?"

"He's good, I guess," I answered quickly and her smile seemed a bit less forced.

"So I hear you're into ballet?" she asked Reagan.

"Yep," Reagan seemed to briten, "it's really fun."

They then got into a long conversation about who-know's-what because I wasn't lisining. The watriss came to take our orders before Sinead finialy tried to bring me into the conversation, "So Madison, what do you think?"

Darn I was cought, "'bout what?"

It was Reagan who answered, "Tiger Beat or Seventeen? Which is better?"

I gave them an are-you-kidding-me look before answering, "Nether. I think they were both made for bimbos with nothing better to do. Frankly I'd rather rip someones head off or stuff some little kidds into a trash can because that is actually fun. Not sit and read about some star I really don't care about and tips about make-up."

They looked at me with a mix of embarisment and wow-I-think-you're-crazy. "So Madison," Sinead started after a minute of ocward silence, "why do you like Ned?"

Oh no. "Well...do I really have to answer?" I hoped they would say no.

"Yes because I was wondering that too," I need to kill my sister later for that one.

Why didn't I ever watch a romance movie in my life? Maybe if I had I could've made somethingup right about now. "Well, I guess it's because he's nice and we have a lot of things to talk about," I lied weakly.

"Translation," oh no, Reagan's going to see right through this. "she doesn't know why she likes him, she just does."

"I know the feeling," said Sinead while I did the happy dance inside.

"You do?" asked Reagan. I tuned them out for the rest of the time.