Heh. . . Hello:D I decided to give you guys a treat, since a lot of you guys really liked Claire. . .

Claire P.O.V. (She's Seventeen Years Old)

"Mom, Quil's here!" I squealed excitedly.

He told me the 'secret' when I was fifteen and we've gotten closer ever since. My mom didn't want me to date him early on, though. Which is why this is going to be our first year anniversary.

She smiled, carrying my little brother, Jackson in her arms. He was the only kid that she had with her husband, Sean. I'm really glad he's part of my mother's life as well as Vera's and mine. He's been the father that I've always wanted would help raise my little sister.

"Vera, can you take care of your brother today?" Mom asked her.

My sister was curling her hair and putting on her makeup. "No. I have friends coming over in a little bit, remember?"

Our mother groaned. "It's my date with Sean today!"

"I don't care," Vera said, "Your married to the guy and have a kid with him. You don't need to go on 'dates' anymore."

From what I could tell, Mom was getting annoyed. "Vera Joan Port-" She started.

"My last name is not Porter!" She said loudly, still doing her makeup.

I crossed my arms and stared my sister down. "You know Porter is your real last name, right?"

"Who says?" she glared back at me, batting her clumped eyelashes at me.

"Your birth certificate."

"Fuck you, Claire! You used to hate him more than anything in the world! And now your defending him?" Vera screamed, stomping her foot.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Who says I defending him? It's our last name, unfortunately, and you have to deal with it. Unless you want Sean's last name like Jackson."

She sat back down on my vanity table and huffed, "Mom, your going to change my last name."

So much for a drama-free anniversary at the beach for me and Quil.

Natalie P.O.V. (She's Fifteen)

I hate awkward pauses. Especially during a phone call.

"So, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."

Nodding to nobody, I replie a quick, "Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Tears sprung to my eyes. How did it suddenly get so weird between us? I remember telling him everything and anything before. Why is it so difficult to connect with him, now?

A sudden knock on the door startled me and I jumped. "Who's there?" My voice cracked.

The person outside sounded confused, "It's Jake."

Instantly, I perked up and wiped my eyes. "It's not locked."

On cue, he opened the door and plopped himself down on my bed. "What's up, Gorgeous?"

I laughed, "I feel anything, but that right now."

His brown-honey colored eyes bore into mine. "Why is that?"

"Well, you see I have a boyfriend and-" I was cut off by his deadly calm voice.

"You have a boyfriend?"

I nodded, "Well, I've had a boyfriend for almost three years now." Him interrupting me was starting to get annoying, I mockingly glared at Jacob. "But he's in another part of the world right now and I have just learned that I cannot stand being in a long-distance relationship! So, I was going to ask you for advice. Should I break up with him? I just got off the phone with him and it was so awkward. I hated hearing the sound of his voice."

He took a deep breath and sighed hard. "I have work, right now. Why don't you ask Leah or Emily, Kim even, about this?"

Shaking my head, I solemnly said, "They don't want to talk to me anymore. I try, but they just can't. . . Look at me or something."

"I'm gonna be late," he muttered and stormed out.

Biting my lip, I grabbed my phone and called Nate.

*Two Hours Later*

I did it. We broke up and it was a mutual break. I'll admit, I'm kind of sad.

Maybe I am a whore, like Claire and Lacy say. Maybe I don't care about what I do to other people. And maybe everyone will hate me. But I think I'm starting to like Jake.

The rest of the evening was spent with my mother and younger sister. They're a lot closer than I thought, but I guess it was bound to happen since I don't hang out much with them.

Actually, the only thing my mom and I have in common is ballet. That's going to change, though. I'm going back to football. I'll miss ballet, but football is in my blood. My brothers and I would bond over it.

Currently, I was in the kitchen, trying to make a fruit bowl for my dad when he came home. His work as an elder is really starting to get busy. I was making a bowl for me, Marina and Mom, too.

Well, I was until I heard what they were talking about.

"Mom, I wanna go to Sephora again." I could just imagine Marina pouting and jutting out her bottom lip at Mom.

She laughed and replied, "Should we take Natalie with us?"

"Nope. I don't think we should because Natalie's going to be at Ballet practice and you don't have to take her. She won't care."

I held in a growl. Well, not literally a growl, since I'm not a cat, but. . .

What shocked me was what my mother said back to her. "We'll see. Natalie is very much interesting in her ballet. I wouldn't want us to disturb her. Personally, I have no idea why she likes it so much. My own mother put me in ballet classes and I hated them."

"Who cares about her classes, though? I stink at ballet. I was never as good as Natalie was. . . Well whatever. We'll have fun at the mall, just you and me," Marina beamed.

Leaving all the food there, I walked up to my room silently. They're right. I do like my ballet classes, but. . .

Without warning, my cell phone rung.

You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me

Smiling, I answered. "Hey Robbie!"

"What's up, baby sister?" he replied, laughing a bit.

"Not much. Why'd you call?"

"Well, I wanted o see if you wanted to go to the beach with Brady and me? After your ballet practices, of course." he asked.

Immediatately, I agreed. "Sure! What about Austin and Brielle, though?"

He groaned, "Ever since she got in that car accident, Austin's been going ape shit whenever we get close to her! I swear, he's the weirdest brother ever. We need to get away from him!"

"When is he going to propose? They've been dating for more than ten years!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. Hahaha, I know! Ehh, I'm not sure. We'll pick you up in a few hours, Nata-Bee. There's no more food in our house." He sighed, annoyed.

Laughing at him I bid him goodbye.

I put on my ballet outfit, pointe shoes, put my hair in a bun and ran downstairs. "Mom, can you give me a ride to practice?" I asked, in a monotone voice.

She nodded and got off the couch.

"I'll go, too!" Marina smiled, sweetly. Her eyes told a different story though. They were burning into my skull with such force that I could literally feel her dislike.

Nodding, I got inside the car and waited for fifteen minutes exactly. When they finally got in, I knew I was going to be late.

"Hurry, please! Helen is going to be so mad! Ugh!" I groaned and tapped my foot on the front-window.

Mom glared at my feet, "Put your feet down! I barely cleaned the car today!"

I put my feet down and hissed, "Drive faster! I'm gonna have to do a thousand barre exercises if I get there late!"

True to my word. I had to do a ton of barre exercises for being twenty minutes late. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow, I just know it.

Wincing, I came out of class an collapsed onto a bus stop seat. I didn't even have the strength to change. My legs felt so heavy and useless. I had to practice, though.

There's going to be a play soon. It's going to be 'The Pharaoh's Daughter' and I plan on taking the lead.

Yes! I am a lazy author -.- Sorry for the wait, buut I am very ill right now and it sucks a LOT! I'm one of those people who stays sick for an entire MONTH, which is why I haven't been updating as fast as I would like to:/

This chapter was so bad, that I'll probably rewrite it soon, but you guys needed an update.

My birthday is on May 10:D Yay! Hopefully, I'll feel better by then(x