I look at Jason with love. I nodded my head, wanting to be around him more. "I would like that." I wrap my arms around his neck, give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then I head to my dad's car. On the way home, I fall asleep and dream about what this week would've been like if I had not met Jason. And in the dream, I was upset and angry all the time, no matter what. My dad wakes me up by slightly shaking me when we get home, and instead of heading straight for my room, I head to the kitchen. I walk up to the fridge, grab the milk, then head to a cupboard, grab the peanut butter, a couple of bananas, and some chocolate. I also grab the blender, and I start making my signature smoothie, Peanut-butter-banana-chocolate smoothie. I make enough for Dad and me. Since dad loves peanut butter, I add a bit more than usual. I finish the smoothie, and when we both try it, we agree that this is the best smoothie in the world. I quickly finish my helping of the smoothie, and I head to bed. I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking that it would disappear, and I could float to Jason and be with him. I woke up the next morning all smiling. I get up and get ready for school. After getting dressed, brushing my hair, and brushing my teeth, I go downstairs, and dad has made pancakes and bacon. "Dad, what's the occasion?" "Oh, nothing. Just wanting you to be fed and happy. That's all," I nod my head, understanding. "Okay. Let me quickly finish the food, and then I'll be on my way to school." "Okay. Well, don't forget lunch, too. Okay?" "Yes, Dad, I won't forget lunch. Thank you for breakfast." Instead of saying, 'You're welcome,' Dad just hugs me and tells me he loves me with all his heart.