FES: Well, for the record, I LOVE SELENA GOMEZ. Haters will feel Blizz wrath.

Pastel: *looks at her*

FES: And Abby's dressing skills

When Bryce woke up, she got dressed and walked to the kitchen to see Jak cooking. She looked around and saw a pack of cigarettes. She walked to the sink as Jak started to ask her about her mother. Bryce grabbed a big knife and ran to Jak, knife high. Bryce was able to pin him to the fridge.

"Why are you here?" Bryce demanded. Jak tried to move but Bryce slammed his back against it. "Answer me!"

"Bryce! Stop this!" Jak said. Bryce was going to attack him but Jak knocked the knife out of her hands. She started to pick a fight with Jak but Jak pulled her into an embrace. Bryce sobbed on his shirt as he patted her back. Bryce returned the embrace.

"Why did you leave us?" Bryce sobbed as she cried harder.

"Your mom never told me she was pregnant." Jak whispered. Bryce stopped crying and pulled away. Jak kissed the last tears off her cheek.

Bryce still didn't trust Jak. Bryce remembered something her friend said. Most men dream of having sex with the ones they love, others, like Jak Mar, dream the same ... only with children. She back away from Jak as far as she can go. She grabbed her electric guitar and ran out the door.

She arrived at Freakie's house, they started a band named 'Breaking Heart'. The rock band had five members. Bryce, Zoey, and Frankie. Bryce was on the guitar and lead singer, Zoey was on the sax and Frankie was on the drums and back up singer.

Frankie came out from the house into the garage.

"You'll kill yourself when you hear this!" She said. Bryce, who was checking the mic, looked more puzzled than anyone. "I got us a gig as an opening for ..." Frankie sat on the drum to do a drum roll. "Green Day!" The band cheered at the news.

"Get out!" Bryce said. She loves Green Day.

"No way!" Zoey said. Frankie gave them their tickets for the concert.

"Now, to you want to stand her like a drum set or practice our new song!" Frankie said. "One, two, three!" She started to play. (A/N: The song Sick Of You by Selena Gomez)

"You tear me up I'll cut you down to size!" Bryce sang.

At the end of the practice, they all walked home. Bryce walked in their living room to find Abby and Pastel. Abby was making the gecko stand on his back legs while trying on a pink dress. Pastel sighed as Abby sewed the last stitch and looked over it.

"Pastel! You look pretty!" Abby giggled. Bryce rolled her eyes.

"Poor Pastel." She whispered. She looked around, no Jak. She jumped over the couch and walked three steps to Abby. "Abby, where's Jak?"

Abby looked up at her and Pastel's tail straightened, curved and pointed to Jak's room. "He took a girl inside and they haven't came out."

Bryce's eyes grew wide as she took a baseball bat and walked toward the room. She pressed her eyes against it.

"Jak, look at me. I'm twenty-two and stuck in a twelve-year-old body! Do you honestly think I can pull something off?" Said an unknown voice.

"You know what? Just leave. Bryce already thinks I'm not her dad." Jak said.

"It's not an easy thing to admit."

The door flew open and a girl ran out. Wow. This girl has no idea what fashion means. Bryce thought.

"Hey! I do know what it means! I just don't have money." The girl said.

"How ..." Bryce was cut off.

"Did I know? Three words: House Of Mar."' She said and ran out. Jak ran back out.

"Stay out, Chris!" He shouted. "How was band?" Bryce rolled her eyes.

"Blizz! I'm home!" Bryce yelled and in a moment Blizz rose from the back of the table. He hissed and scared Pastel. The gecko jumped and looked over the edge, trying to find out where did Blizz came from. He sure wasn't there when Abby started torture. Blizz laughed at how stupid Pastel is. Blizz started to hiss faster to show he was laughing at Pastel's dress. Pastel pulled the dress off and was going to fight but Abby picked him up.

"No fighting with family! Bad Pastel!" She said. Blizz rode up to Bryce's arm. Bryce sat down and started to read a novel.

"Your reading that big book?" Jak said. Bryce looked away from the book.

"Yeah. Don't you?" Bryce asked. Jak looked away. "You can't read, can you?" Jak shook his head. He grabbed Bryce and took him in his room.

"Look, I can't read, write and/or spell." Jak said.

"You have dyslexia." Bryce said. Jak nodded. His eyes pricked and stung as tears threatened. He sat on his bed with his face in his hands.

"I've tried so hard to make it better. I still can't spell my own name." Jak said in a shaking voice. You could tell he was going to cry. "I wake up now, hoping I don't have to help ypu girls read." Bryce sat next to him.

"Jak, Abby and I can read a chapter in ten minutes. We can help you, and as far as your name, you spell it J-a-k." Bryce said and she hugged him. "It's okay, dad." Jak pulled away and smiled threw his red face.

"You called me dad." Jak said.

"That's because you are." Bryce said. Jak smiled as Bryce hugged him again. What they didn't know was, Jak should have held her too.

FES: I can spell my own name.

Muse: Spell it.

FES: V-i-v- ah! Come on, Bibian!

Muse: Your eleven and you can't spell Viviana.

FES: Jak can't either!