It's been two weeks since we've settled into the manor. We've enrolled in the local university and have acquired jobs. We haven't had any demon attacks and the guys have only dragged us on one hunt where Dean got his butt kicked by Paris Hilton. Of course it wasn't really the celebrity; it was some evil forest God named Leshi but it still was a joy to witness. That gives us plenty of time to act like fools. That brings me to the feud going on in the house. It was just a lot of little annoying jokes and things turned into arguments, turning into harmless pranks, turning into full throttle pranks, turned into I hate your guts and I wish you would burn and rot in hell. I know. Sounds awesome. Dylan and I share a passionate hatred for Dean Winchester after he slept with a hooker in her car, and put purple paint in my shampoo bottle. We retaliated by teaming up and putting tampons in the glove department of the Impala and itching powder in his condoms right before a big date. Dean is now completely off the Sam and Shar train and Dylan and I are completely of the Dean and Kim train. Sam also thinks that I'm upset at him because I have been avoiding him since my breakup, so in return he grew annoyed and decided he wasn't speaking to me. For a house full of adults, it's sad that Kim is the only mature one at the moment.

"Pass me the soda." Dean didn't really ask but more ordered. The coke was sitting between Dylan and I at the dinner table. Dean was on my other side, while Kim sat across from me and Sam sat next to her. Dylan and I continued to munch on our food while Sam and Kim watched to see if we would respond. Kim rolled her eyes and passed the soda to Dean. "Thank you." He said to her. "Bitches." He mumbled under his breath. I dropped my fork knowing that if it was in my hands any longer, it would be driven into his jugular.

"So, how was work Shar?" I stared at Kim trying to calm myself.

"Fine."

"Well, that annoying guy came to the store again."

"I told you he's into you. Why else would he keep showing up?" Dylan pointed out.

"But I don't like him." Kim objected.

"Well, you're just going to have to deal until he gets the hint." Sam said. "You can't afford to lose your job."

"You know. You could get a job. That would really help out." Dylan countered. Sam smiled and continued eating. The door bell rang and everyone looked at Dylan. She was the closest to the hallway after all. She rolled her eyes and slugged her way to the door. When she opened it memories came crashing back to her. "Randy?" Her drunken memory didn't do the 6'4 muscular devil justice.

"Dylan?"

"You two know each other?" She didn't even notice the hot shorter guy, who was still tall, next to Randy.

"Yeah. This is Dylan, my friend. Um, Dylan this is Cody. We moved in across the street and we just wanted to meet the neighbors." Dylan smiled with joy. Finally, her prayers had been answered.

"Well come on in." she said. She guided them into the dining room. They walked into the tense room filled with awkward silence. "Guys?" she said as we turned around. My eyes took in the mammoth sized beast in front of us.

"We have company?" I said with a nervous smile.

"Nice seeing you again." Randy said to Kimberly.

"Oh, right. You're that guy from the club in Jersey." Sam said refreshing Kim's memory.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Kim asked surprised.

"Oh, well this is his friend Cody, and they just moved in across the street." Dylan said with a great smile.

"Really?" I asked. Kim was checking Cody out, and yes, he was hot, but I had other thoughts racing through my mind.

"Well, we were just having dinner. Why don't you join us?" Dylan said ushering them to the two empty seats next to Dylan and Kimberly.

"Um, Dylan… can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked as I watched the oversized man sit two seats away from me. Dylan glared at me. Apparently I wasn't as subtle as I thought. We went to the kitchen, along with Kimberly.

"What is it?" Dylan asked.

"What is wrong with you? Don't you think that's a little suspicious?" I started.

"What?" Dylan asked irritated.

"You meet him in some random club in another state when we get our powers, now we move upstate, and he just happens to be moving in across the street? They might be demons or something." Dylan rolled her eyes as if I was being completely ridiculous. "Don't roll your eyes at me. That man is massive. Does he honestly look human to you?" Kim slapped me on the arm.

"Oh Shar don't be rude!" Kim scolded.

"Of course he's human! I'm not Phoebe and he's not Cole. Now stop being so damn paranoid." She brushed past me and went back to the table.

"Kim you know I have a point." She sighed.

"Yeah, but if we live our lives worried that everyone we meet is out to get us, we might as well enroll ourselves in the local loony-bin. Come on. She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Let's have a nice time." I let out a restless sigh and we joined the rest in the dining room. With the new people at the table, things actually loosened up. There was a lot of easy conversation. We found out that the guys are wrestlers which explains Randy's massive size. It was like a scarier Sam and Dean duo. Cody had an adorable smile and was really cute, but he still looked capable to snap someone like a twig, standing at about the same height as Dean. I didn't really find him threatening; it was Dylan's eye candy that I was going to watch out for. There's no reason why me and my tranquilizer gun can't look out for my little sis. After clearing the dinner table, I decided to stop ease dropping on their conversation. After all, if he does try anything, Dylan can defend herself. She's charmed. I was washing the dishes when Cody came in with the last stack of plates.

"Thanks for dinner."

"You're welcome. But I didn't cook it. Kim did it." He smiled as he watched her wipe down the glass table. I nodded in approval. He is totally into her and I know he is just her type.

"So, is she seeing anyone?" he tried to ask casually. I saw Dean spewing some crap into her ear and I rolled my eyes.

"Nope. Why? Are you interested?" He turned to me and blushed. Aw. He was definitely adorable. He nervously scratched the back of his head and let out a shy laugh.

"Well, she's really beautiful."

"You should ask her out?" the look on his face said that he wasn't sure he should. "Come on." I said drying my hands and turning him to look into the living room where she was. "I value honesty, so believe me. I wouldn't lie to you and you seem like a nice guy. Trust me. She's worth it." I then went back to my monster stack of dishes. There was silence so I figured he was either deep in thought, or he took my advice. Then I heard shuffling.

"You still here?" I asked with a laugh.

"Oh, so you're talking to me now." I glanced up at the cupboard when I realized the person behind me.

"What do you mean Sam? Of course I'm talking to you?" I say trying to sound normal. He lets out a humorless sigh.

"Right. So, I've just been imagining you avoiding me." I turned to look at him and gave him a *what are you talking about* look. "You haven't said more than two words to me since you broke it off with that guy. I'm not stupid Shar. Just tell me what I did."

"Sam, you didn't do anything." I tried to calm down. He was backing me up into a corner here. I was trying not to lie but I can't spill my guts.

"Then what's your problem? I mean if we have to live together, than we should be able to get along don't you think?"

"I just have some issues but we are fine. We're still friends." I gave a reassuring smile but he didn't buy it.

"Look, I'm not asking you to tell me everything, I just want to know what changed after your breakup."

"Okay. You want the truth?" I said and took a deep breath. I looked past him as I continued, not being able to look him in the eye.

"That would be nice." He said with a duh-attitude.

"I felt guilty. I broke his heart and I knew it was right to dump him because we had way more bad times than good, but I started to think part of my decision had to do… with you." I turned back to the dishes and continued washing, trying to find something else to focus on. "It's just… I didn't want the reason I end it with Sean to be that I'm leaving him for someone else." There was silence but I couldn't make myself turn around. "Anyway, I stayed away from you to get my head on straight. I know now that you had nothing to do with my decision. I spoke to Sean after the breakup and let's just say he gave me a reminder as to why it had to end. I guess I never spoke to you after because I felt bad for giving you the cold shoulder… so there. That's the truth." I finally finished up the dishes and then walked past him to go to my room.

"Thanks for letting us crash your dinner. With all the unpacking, we were going to order in." Randy said.

"Oh please. Kim made more than enough for everyone and you kind of saved us from another awkward "family" dinner." Dylan responded putting up air quotes. Randy smiled at her which made her cheeks go red.

"Well, Cody and I are going out for a night on the town. You want to come?"

"Sure." She said in glee. "I'd love to, but I wouldn't want to impose on boy's night."

"Nah, that won't be a problem." He said looking over to Cody and Kimberly talking across the room. "Bring Kim and we can make a party out of it."

"Sounds like a plan." They exchanged numbers and then he asked her if she wanted to see his house. She was interested to know what a wrestler's house would look like, so she agreed. She was actually impressed to see how lovely the place turned out to be. It shouldn't have been surprising after all, the neighborhood is suburban. When she did go back home, she tried to figure out how she was going to get Kim to go out with her on a double date. Cody had went home to Dylan and Randy in their living room, so it was only the motley crew in the manor. Dylan headed straight for Kim's room to get the deed done. "So, Randy wants us all to get together tomorrow night for a night on the town. You free?" she asked. Dylan already knew Kim had no plans for the night ahead besides catching up the CW shows she's missed.

"Uh, yeah, I'm free but-"

"But what?" Dylan asked exasperated, hoping that Kim would just give in.

"But, wouldn't I be a third wheel? I mean, don't you want alone time with him?"

"Oh come on, this is a group event. Not a date. He invited everybody… except Dean because you know I hate him." Dylan thought quickly.

"You know, it would help if you and Shar tried getting along with him since, I don't know, we have to live with him and his brother." Kim scolded her. Dylan simply rolled her eyes in response. "But, sure. I'll go. I've been a little over worked since school started."

"Great. Time to cut loose!" Dylan said filled with joy.

"Okay, but not too loose." Kim joked.

"Whatever, this is going to be awesome. We're going to have so much fun. I have to go pick out my outfit." Kim just laughed at Dylan's obvious excitement as she skipped off to find her outfit for tomorrow.

The switch from the city life to the suburban life came surprisingly easy to us. Of course, we missed our old college and we missed our friends and family, but we spoke to them frequently and our new school fulfilled our intended majors completely. Thursday could be said to be our favorite day of the week, only because it's the end of the week for us due to us not having Friday classes. I went through my Thursday schedule, which I have already memorized, only having a Psych and a statistics class and then headed to work. When it was all over I was anxious to get home because Dylan had let me in on her scheme to set Kim up and I wanted to see how it played out. I already knew it was perfect because Kim likes Cody and Cody likes Kim, but Kim likes to avoid things that are good for her so tricking her into a blind date would definitely be entertaining for me. When I got home the entertainment was already at work. Kimberly decided that she wanted to wear jeans with a top that apparently covered too much for Dylan's liking. In my opinion, Kim looked great in her ripped up jeans and her loose fit blouse but I guess it made Dylan look too naked in comparison. Dylan looking ultra cute in her bright V-neck top and her funky jeans shorts. She wore them well with a pair of cowboy boots, a pale yellow and brown bracelet, and her hair braided neatly in one falling to her left side.

"Oh, thank God, Shar can you tell her she looks like she's going to school!" Dylan exclaims. I laugh and put my hands up in defense.

"No, no. The middle child is staying out of this battle. I'll mediate the next one." I said sitting on Kim's bed watching Dylan raid her closet.

"Dylan, what does it matter what I'm wearing? I'm comfortable in this." Kim protested. She wasn't even paying Dylan any attention. Kim pulled out her knee high black boots and slipped them on with ease. Skinny jeans. The style of the decade. I decided that I should help my big sis out before Dylan finds an outfit that no one should wear outside of the bedroom.

"I think the jeans are cute and you know it's going to be a fight to get her in a skirt so how about changing the top?"

"But I like this top." Kimberly once again protested referring to the cute and comfortably thin blouse that was long sleeved and stopped showing skin at the collar bone. It was a great looking top with the designs but it wasn't going to work for the night Dylan had in mind for them. Dylan stared at her intensely trying to figure out a way to compromise when the idea struck her.

"Okay!" she said in a confident tone. "Kim stand up." Kimberly stood ready to defend herself.

"You are not taking my shirt off Dylan." Dylan then surprised us and picked up the scissors on Kim's desk. "And you're not going to cut it off!" Kim yelled wrapping her arms around herself. I laughed at the thought. I really hoped it didn't turn into a real fight. Dylan marched up to Kimberly, grabbed the bottom of the shirt and stabbed a whole in the middle of it. I watched for Kim's reaction but Dylan didn't waste time waiting for it. She then put down the scissors and started ripping at the shirt. She tore and pulled and made Kim spin around and before we knew it, Kim's comfortable house top, was a long sleeved belly top. Kim only stared at Dylan and I could see that her eyes were filled with rage. After all, that was one of her favorite tops. I held my laughter and decided to save my little sister.

"It's cute." I offered. Dylan smiled, proud of her accomplishment and Kim slowly turned to look at me.

"It's cute?" she asked and I could hear the aggravation in her voice.

"Well, it is!" I said. She cracked a smile at my attempt and I smiled. "See. You can't be upset." I said pulling them into a hug. "We are one big happy family!" The girls laughed at me and pushed me away as I tried to give them hugs and kisses. Yes, I most certainly have the gift of mediation. And then the doorbell rang.

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