Dominique POV-

I finished making chicken kidneys and salad for everyone when Ben came back in and went to get a snack. I slapped his hand before he could. "What are you doing?" I glared slightly and he had a cute smirk on.

"I'm hungry."

"You're goning to wait until I say dinner is ready. Now, out!" The second he stepped out, I grabbed the salad bowel and plate of chicken and walked into the dinning room. "DINNER IS READY!" I called out and Ben ran to me! He sat down, grabbed a plate and chugged down some soda Slenderman picked up before we came home. I sat across from Ben and started eating. He just stared at me.

"Ya know, Jeff is kinda fond of you, but I think I like you more." He smiled and I laughed. "What?"

"You have lettuce on your cheek." I brushed it off and sat down, ignoring what he said. "So, you liked video games?" I looked up to him being very serious. We sat in silence until Jeff and Hoody came down with Jane and Masky. EyelessJack saw the kidneys.

"Are these for me?" He looked at me and I nodded. "Thanks! Jeff, you have nice taste in women!"

"Please, he didn't pick me! I decided we would be great together. Tag team type of a relationship." I giggled and EyelessJack laughed. Nina Slenderman carried Sally down and we had a nice meal filled with laughing. Toby came down late with Clockwork. I think they would be cute, but I don't know. They seem like such good friends. "Did everyone like my cooking?"

"YES!" Everyone but Jane said. I looked at her and she was giving me a dirty look. She looked away, got up, and stormed off.

Clcokwork leaned over to me. "Don't mind her, she doesn't like it when Jeff has friends over. She likes being his one and only. They were together until he started watching you. He broke up with her for some unknown reason, but it's not that unknown anymore." She scanned me over. I felt suddenly very uncomfortable, but I loved the feeling of having someone who would understand me. He was smiling at me and took a couple of the dishes to the kitchen. I brought the rest and he was already doing the dishes.

"I can do the dishes, you know."

"No, I live here."

"I live here, too, now." I heard plates drop to the ground from across the room. It was Jane.

"She's what?! She can't stay here Jeff! She's not one of us and she will never be! Aren't you going to kill her?!"

"Jane! That's enough! She is living here so I can protect her."

"When did you become a saint, Jeff? Why is it your responsibility to protect innocent little nothing girls and give them homes?"

"JANE! STOP!"

"No, it's fine, Jeff. She has a right to her opinion." I stepped in because two killers fighting could become a brawl in the middle of a beautiful mansion and I don't want any trouble over me. "Jane, I promise, it will be like I'm not even here. I'll make it even easier rift now." I nodded at them both, gel,d my hands together, pressed my lips to make a straight line, and walked to my new bedroom. I could still hear them arguing, but at least I wasn't watching. Jane Came into my room after an hour.

"Listen, I'm... sorry. I am warning you now, Jenners. If you go anywhere passed the friend zone with my Jeff, we will have a problem. Am I heard?"

"Loud and clear, Miss Jane. I want to be as peaceful as I can in this household." I remembered that I hadn't unpacked yet and I started. I pulled out my speakers first, then my cell phone, my music book (I saw their grand piano down stairs in the living room), my lucky drum sticks, a couple of pictures from my mom and my step dad and I, my headphones, clothes, shoes, undergarments, purses, my wallet, the jewelry that my mom gave me, and my glasses. I put my glasses on and looked at Jane. She was beautiful. Gorgeous, actually. She had long black hair and statue-like features. "Wow. You're so... perfect." I didn't know I was talking, but I was.

She smiled. "Thank you. Now, remember your boundaries."

"I will." I nodded in agreement. That night, I couldn't sleep, like usual. I crept downstairs and sat at the piano with my book. It was a Steinway. This piano was in perfect condition, tuned and everything. The bedrooms were far enough from the piano and they all slept deep. I started to play a song a wrote, all piano, and sang it, too. When I finished, I went right into another, then another, and I kept going, not realizing that I was playing almost my entire book. When I looked up to turn a page, I saw him. Jeff. He wasn't far away. At all. He walked toward me, his white sweatshirt on. I stared at him, not realizing my fingers were still playing along the keys of the instrument. He sat at the bench with me and started to play a song. I took my hands away immediately. He played Vienna and I sang to his fingers dancing on their own little white-and-black dance floor. I sang and sang, smiling happily. He played Let It Go, then I Dreamed A Dream, Then Astonishing! All of my favorite broadway tunes. When I finished, I was extremely tired. I leaned onto him and he pet my hair like he did that morning. I fell asleep and woke up in my bed. Did he bring me here? I didn't care. I was too happy to care.

"Dominique! Get up!" Ben woke me up.

"Why?"

"You have school and Jeff said that if he came in to wake you up, you might scream."

"But you didn't scare me? I mean, you didn't, but I'm not scared easily. Plus, he's beautiful, just like you."

Ben grinned at me, jokingly. "Just get up. You have school."